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I you are interested I wanted to offer a possible request.

It would be a smutty mafia!stucky one (you can pick which one of them or both if you want)

So I was thinking about the reader topping one of them, but not in a dominant way. Like she was good or something and wanted to reward her by letting her pick anything she wanted and she wanted to ride them while they were restrained.

So (whoever was picked) would be bound to the bed with a blindfold and the reader gets to use them for her pleasure with free rain and cause of the blindfold they feel and hear everything more intensely so they can hear how wet she is as she uses them for her reward.

So she's not dominating them just getting a free use card and can move however she wants unprompted, cum how many times she wants, overstimulate (whoever is used) until she is happy and can use toys on herself too but all they can do is lay on the bed restrained and wait for her to be satisfied before being let go.

This came to me so randomly so I thought it might be an option for you maybe if you liked it. Have a nice day!

Being on Top // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

A/N: I've thought about this request so much. Thank you so much for sending it!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, anxiety, mention of gunshot wound, free use, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, rough sex, oral (f receiving), cum eating, cockwarming, overstimulation, restraints, blindfolds, vibrator, begging, praise kink, riding, dom/sub, rough cock play, masturbation

Words: 5.2k

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Bucky watched intently. Fighting the urge to blink and wet the dryness itching at his eyes, he continued monitoring the situation before him. You were vacant. Eyes glassed over, and your body curled in on itself like you were attempting to make yourself as small as possible. It wasn’t this that concerned him; it was that you couldn’t look Steve in the eye despite trying to glimpse him out of the corner of your eye every couple of seconds.

Steve was watching with just as much concern as the bodyguards throughout the room, Sam and Natasha. Unbeknown to you, however, your gaze flicked towards Steve again but then swiftly landed on the spot on the carpet that had so thoroughly captured your attention.

Bucky had been trying to work the cogs in his brain for over an hour now, trying to figure out what was happening in your mind. The visible signs of distress he’d witnessed before when you were feeling fragile, whether it be due to being needy and submissive or because you were beginning to feel unwell with sickness. The first was most likely as you were displaying any visible signs of being ill; your heart rate was fine, and the same with your breathing; he knew he’d been counting and listening carefully. For once, he thanked his unique abilities.

The most likely answer was that you were experiencing some sort of mental health decline, but when you were needy or in the form of subspace, you would crawl into either his or Steve’s lap, not look frightened even to look the latter in the eye.

Risking a look away, Bucky caught Steve’s eye. The same level of concern was etched deep into his face; brows furrowed so deeply a line had formed between them. His teeth were clenched so hard that he looked like his jawbone would snap as he held his tongue, trying and failing to think of the right way to approach his girlfriend. The one person who shouldn’t be scared of him now looked as frightened of him as the enemies who cowered at his feet.

Bucky was running out of options as you began to chew on the corner of your recently done red-manicured nails, one of the many treats gifted to you by him and Steve for Valentine’s Day. It was never a good sign when you fell into old habits, and Bucky was on the verge of ripping out his hair and trying to decide what was best. Ask what is going on or approach you like a scared animal.

As his mouth opened, however, a flash of red distorted his view of you as Natasha stood directly in front of where you were curled up on the couch placed in Steve’s office for your comfort.

Natasha looked down at you, giving you a casual grin as she held out her hand with the matching manicure on her nails gleaming back at you, the red almost the same shade as her hair. Your eyes darted between her wiggling fingers and the welcoming smile as she nodded toward the door.

Taking her hand without a single word, you unfolded from your curled-up position and stood, mindlessly following her out of the door. Natasha pulled you into the elevator at the end of the corridor, riding down a couple of floors before arriving at the food hall with a private kitchen. One of the main perks of owning the entire building for the gang was that the sky was the limit concerning the facilities that could be added.

“Sit”, Natasha instructed, pointing to the table closest to the kitchen side as she began to boil some water, pulling out two mugs from the cabinets. “When I was a child, I used to suffer from nightmares, well, I still have nightmares. I’m just old enough now that I can drink something a bit stronger. But back then, when my hair used to be blue, I’d make myself a hot cocoa”. As she finished explaining, she placed a steaming hot drink before you, topping off the sweet beverage with a squirt of cream and marshmallows.

Sitting down opposite you, she took a moment to let you settle in, feeling thankful that you cupped the drink and allowed your hands to warm as you didn’t shut her out.

“Do you ever think about how fragile we all are?” you asked after staring into the mug in your hands.

Natasha frowned, opening her mouth to make a sarcastic comment of ‘not really’ but refrained as she saw the seriousness in your expression. “What’s brought this on?” You didn’t answer at first, but she noted how you uncomfortable shifted in your seat, shoulders hunching forward to mirror how you sat moments ago.

It took her a couple of minutes, but then it all dawned on Natasha as she sat forward in her seat, leaning on her elbows on the table. “Does this have to do with what happened with the boss three days ago?”

She knew she'd guessed right From how your eyes flinched and teeth began biting your lower lip. Steve had been shot whilst out for dinner with you and Bucky. It had been a well-calculated attack, and no one blamed themselves more than Natasha did for not spotting the attacker before it was too late. She was his bodyguard and had yet to fail at her job, and even though it was a superficial wound and, thanks to Steve’s accelerated healing, was already just a pink scar on his abdomen, Natasha still cursed herself.

Steve didn’t blame anyone other than the asshole who shot him and had spent many hours with him the previous night, getting his revenge and delving into all of his secrets. He’d been more concerned and out for revenge due to the distress it had caused you to see Steve shot. Hysterical was putting it lightly.

You’d screamed until your voice croaked, cried until your eyes were swollen, and become completely overwhelmed by the situation, needing to stay by Steve’s side entirely without sleeping until yesterday evening when you’d all but passed out. With Bucky staying by your side, Steve was able to sneak out and finally get his revenge against the shooter, and when he returned, you were swift to motherhen him even though he insisted that he was practically healed and back to normal.

“Talk to me, Sweet. I can’t help unless you tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours”, Natasha encouraged, leaning across the table and grasping your hand.

You sighed, squeezing her hand back as you tried to find the right words to explain your feelings. “I just realised how useless I am. I mean, Steve was shot, and I completely froze; I think all I was able to do was scream. I didn’t even put pressure on the wound or hold his hand. After everything I’ve seen whilst being a part of this gang, you’d think I’d be more aware of intense situations and how to handle myself, but everything just flashed before me and how close I was to losing one of the men I love. And Steve - god, I’m so embarrassed! I’m too scared to look at him properly for fear of seeing shame in his eyes at how I reacted. I mean, what kind of a girlfriend am I to the infamous Steve Rogers, the leader of one of the most dangerous gangs in Brooklyn? I couldn’t handle something he’d been training me to be prepared for. He must have thought I was pathetic”.

“Do you really think I’d ever think that about you?” Steve asked from the doorway with Bucky over his shoulder, both looking defeated.

You were startled at his appearance, cursing his silent steps as you also felt somewhat vulnerable with him having heard your worries. “I, um, I didn’t want you to hear that”.

Steve sighed as he roughly rubbed his palm over his face and stepped further into the room. Natasha stood with a last squeeze of your hand before exiting and patting Bucky on the shoulder as she moved past him and out, leaving the three of you alone.

“Baby, you know I would never think any of those things of you. What happened was a horrible mistake, and I wish more than anything that you weren’t there to witness it. I always want to keep you protected, physically and mentally and trust me, if anything ever happened to you, I’d-” he closed his mouth, eyes clenching in a flinch like even just the thought of you being injured caused him physical pain.

Bucky wrapped an arm around Steve’s shoulder, “The main point here is that you’re both ok. There’s no point dwelling on the past, and we all react differently when we see loved ones hurt, so I don’t want to hear anymore self-doubt coming out of your lips”, Bucky reprimanded whilst giving you a pointed look and pulling himself and Steve closer towards you.

You couldn’t help but squeal as he moved back your chair, turning it to face them as they each pulled their chairs close enough that their knees brushed yours. Steve cupped your hands, lifting them to his lips to kiss your fingers and palms. “Please don’t shut me out, and next time you have any anxiety over what's happened, you need to talk to me, Sweetheart”, Steve urged whilst maintaining eye contact that you didn’t break this time.

“I will; I’m sorry” Without missing a beat, you closed the distance and kissed him deeply as he wrapped his arms around your back, pulling your body into his lap so he could hold you close.

“God, you two are going to make me cry in a minute”, Bucky suddenly announced, leaning back in his chair and wiping away an imaginary tear from his eye. Steve rolled his eyes as he held you closer with one hand and reached out with the other for Bucky to take, which he did with a smirk, removing the now empty chair so that he could be knee to knee with Steve and place his metal hand on your lower back.

“As much as I love my life, I sometimes hate how dramatic it is”,  Steve mused a second later as he kissed the side of your head.

“Mmm, I agree - shit, this drink is good”, Bucky half shouted as he drank more of the cocoa in the mug as you turned towards him with an amused smile. He looked at you and paused mid-sip, “This is yours, isn’t it?” he realised out loud before swearing and slamming the mug back onto the table. “Shit, sorry, I thought it was Romanoff’s. I’ll buy you a special treat on our way home, which I think we need to discuss, by the way”.

Steve sat up straight in his chair, causing you to move slightly in his lap as he gave Bucky a questioning stare, “What’s wrong with home?”

“Nothing’s wrong with home; why do you always assume the worst?” Bucky questioned with his head tilted to the side, catching your eye and winking before continuing. “I was just thinking that maybe the two of you need some special time alone tonight”.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere either”, you say quickly, not wishing to be separated from either of them.

Bucky’s fingers reassuringly added pressure to your back as he gently shook his head, showing the misunderstanding. “I didn’t mean it like that, Doll. I just meant maybe you two could have some fun together, and luckily for you two, I have something in mind”.

Bucky’s plan for you and Steve resulted in the two of you hours later being naked in your bedroom with him watching in a chair.

“Remind me why I’m handcuffed again?” Steve asked with a sarcastic drawl from where he lay in the centre of the bed, his head carefully resting on the fluffed pillows and both wrists handcuffed above his head around the bed frame.

“Well, you tend to be all dominate and in charge when you’re having sex, and I think our sweet girl needs some reminding that you’re ok, you’re safe, and what better way for her to do that than her to be in control of how she touches your body?” Bucky explains nonchalantly as he rubs a hand over his growing bulge in his underwear, the rest of his clothes in a pile on the floor.

“Ok, that makes sense, but why the blindfold?” Steve asked, tilting his head toward where Bucky was sitting but couldn’t see with the thick black cloth tied around his head covering his eyesight.

“Ah well, that's just fun for me; I get to watch our beautiful girl at work; you get to feel it. I mean, I need to have some fun tonight”, Bucky responded cheekily as you smiled whilst trying to adjust your weight from where you sat naked, straddling Steve’s chest.

“I’m um, I’m not very good at being in charge” You tried to hide the quiver in your voice, but instantly, your cheeks began to warm with embarrassment.

Bucky leaned forward in his chair, capturing your attention fully as he gave you a reassuring smile, “Like I explained, Sweetheart. All I want you to think about is your pleasure. You can get yourself off, fuck Steve, use toys, whatever you’d like to feel good but don’t worry about Stevie, boy; he can handle whatever you’re going to give him”.

“I sure as fuck can” Steve grinned as he rolled his hips, causing you to gasp and lean forward, putting your hands out onto his shoulders to stop yourself from falling.

“Hey! None of that now, Rogers. Just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride,” Bucky grinned, showing his straight teeth as it was your turn to roll your eyes before focusing your attention on Steve.

One of the reasons you were never the one to be in charge, other than you were submissive down to the very bone, was that you were unsure what to do. To Steve and Bucky, it seemed to come so quickly for them, knowing where to touch, the next move to have you groaning in pleasure, but sitting there staring down at Steve, you were unsure where to touch him or how to start. Do you just slide a few inches back and sit on his already hard cock? Do you suck his cock for a bit or jerk him off? But what if he came and you overstimulated him?

“I can see you are overthinking over there. Remember what I said; think about your pleasure only”, Bucky reminded you quietly.

Nodding your head, you took a moment to stare down at Steve, and the events over the last few days dawned on you. Even though he’d survived significantly worse in his life, you couldn't help but contemplate just how close to losing everything you’d ever dreamed of and needed. Having him here, beneath you, living and breathing.

Before you could lose yourself to the overwhelming emotions threatening to spill over, you decided to clear your mind of those negative thoughts by lowering your mouth to his. The two of you released a breath simultaneously as Steve eagerly pressed his face firmly against yours, his head lifting off the pillow slightly.

It wasn’t a desperately messy kiss, full of tongues and saliva. It was a kiss that had the moment standing still as your hand rested over his heart, feeling the beat beneath, having the reminder that he was still here with you.

Pulling back from the kiss so that you were hovering over his face, you whispered intimately, “I love you”.

“I love you too,” was his instant response in the same calm tone, like a whisper in the wind.

Swallowing the emotional lump in your throat, you briefly pecked his lips once before trailing kisses down his chin and exploring the column of his throat, smiling as you felt him swallow beneath your lips. With your hands, you trailed your fingertips down his arms, feeling goosebumps lining his skin as you moved to meet where your mouth met his skin.

Slowly as you could, you kissed your way down his chest, making sure to lick and nip his peaked nipples, enjoying the little gasps he released as you contemplated that you’d never noticed how sensitive his nipples actually were. Further down, you moved as your legs shifted between him, making sure that his legs were spread so that you could fit between him perfectly.

As your lips continued giving open-mouthed kisses over his abs, you aimed for the pink scar close to his hip bone. The kiss pressed to the recently claimed gunshot injury that had even lightened in the shade since this morning with his accelerated healing. Steve’s legs tensed as he tried to refrain from thrusting his hips into the air as your breasts pressed against his thick length that you were attempting to ignore whilst worshipping his body.

“This is a cute moment and all, but I wanna see you cum already, Doll”, Bucky groaned impatiently as you looked at him over your shoulder as he sat with his hands clenched in his lap, as he continued to refrain from touching himself even though he was evidently very much aroused.

You smile against Steve’s skin and take one last breath of his natural body scent that had mixed with the spicy aftershave he’d used earlier this morning. Taking your time, you shift back to your original position of sitting across his abs, carefully sitting above the fresh scar that was still sensitive.

“I think I want to put these chiselled abs to good work”, you say whilst stroking a finger down them, laughing to yourself as Steve tensed, defining them even more solidly. Relaxing the position of your thighs, you sighed as your wetness now rested against his abdomen.

It wasn’t as satisfying as humping against his thigh because of the flat shape of his toned body, but that didn’t stop you from riding him slowly, making sure to really drag your clit in small circles against his body.

Your moans were breathy and gentle as your pleasure bloomed in your core, especially as Steve struggled to keep his emotions and body in heck beneath.

Licking his lips, he admitted, “I really fucking wish I could see you right now”.

“Oh, don’t you worry, big boy, she looks beautiful, there’s no doubt about that”, Bucky responded as he finally moved his black boxers to midthigh, his hand wrapped around his shaft as he matched the pace you were driving.

Deciding you needed something that had more definition than his perfectly sculpted abdomen, you shifted back down the bed until your cunt was flushed with Steve’s shaft that was hard and resting against his pubic bone. There was already a patch of precum that had pooled, and without thinking, you scooped it up with your finger and sucked the juices, savouring the musky saltiness.

“Holy shit”, Bucky cursed as his eyelids lowered in arousal.

Steve was trembling with restraint now as you began to slide your warm cunt against his shaft, making sure not to go over the tip as you wanted to savour the feel of his length first before fucking yourself on him.

In this position, you were quickly coating his cock in your juices, helping to prepare him for when you did want to sit on his cock, which, in fairness, would probably be soon with how horny you were feeling.

Faster and with more pressure, you ground down on his shaft until the burning in your core exploded, your cunt pulsing around nothing as you shivered through the sensation, breathing deeply with soft moans.

Leaning your hands on his chest, you shifted your hips forward, catching the tip of his cock against your pussy and continuing with the slow movements, not wanting to rush the adrenaline and burn that came with his cock thoroughly stretching your walls.

“So fucking tight”, Steve cursed, pressing his head back further into the pillow as the veins in his arms bulged as he restrained himself from easily snapping out of the handcuffs.

You couldn’t think of coherent words to respond, so sighed in satisfaction, taking a moment to savour the sensation. Eventually, though, the hunger for more became ravenous as you began to lift yourself off of his cock and then slam back onto him.

It was different riding him like this; usually, if you were on top, he’d either have a hand around your throat or his hands gripping your hips tightly and directing your movements. With all the movements being down to just your body, it was almost like having a life-size sex toy that moaned and breathed.

Additionally, it meant that you could really draw out the orgasm that was already threatening to suffocate around his cock as you rode him with slamming hips. Eventually, it all came too much, and with one hand on his chest and the other gripping your breast to squeeze the flesh, you had your second orgasm and a shiver of pleasure.

“You’re so fucking big”, you moaned as you attempted to catch your breath but settled for a different motion instead of riding up and down. Keeping your hips flush with his so that his balls rested against your arse, you began to circle your hips clockwise and then anticlockwise.

Steve gasped as his chest heaved with the attempt of arching his back. “Wait, Steve, shut up for a second”, Bucky demanded, and the three of you stopped making moaning noises, but you continued with your grinding and hip circles, which was when you could hear it too. The obscene sounds of your gushing cunt, sloshing and slurping with the movements. It felt incredible to be so full of Steve, but hearing how much this move was making him lose his mind only motivated you through feeling breathless.

“Holy shit, that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard, but if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum”, Steve grunted, his mouth hanging open so that his grunts of pleasure were unfiltered. Bucky was just as vocal from where he sat, getting himself off.

“I want you to cum; please cum for me, Sir”, you begged as Steve moaned at the nickname used. As his dick hardened inside of you, your fingers quickly began to circle your drenched clit matching the movements of your hips as you joined him by cumming at the same time, squeezing his shaft with your walls and milking his cock internally.

It felt unbelievably satisfying to feel the liquid filling you entirely and having no other room but to leak out of the sides and onto his pubic area. Your thighs have tightened so tightly around Steve’s body you were sure if he didn’t have his healing ability, you’d have caused bruises from where your knees had dug into his side.

He never complained once, though, as he tried to catch his breath just as desperately as you were. Slumping forward, your face rested against his chest, directly over his heart so that you could listen to the wild racing of his heart. You were exhausted from riding his cock, and for a moment, you determined the fantastic shape he was in was probably down to being on top all the time.

Your thighs and abdomen muscles ached as you determined you needed a little break from the riding but not from the orgasm, and even though you were feeling a little overstimulated internally, you were somewhat determined to see how far you could go.

Reaching blindly on the bed, you found the vibrating wand and moved it between your bodies until it rested against your clit. With Steve’s cock still somehow still hard, you remained with him inside of you as you turned on the vibrator.

Steve groaned as the vibrations were felt through not just his pubic mound but also your cunt as both were stimulated by the powerful toy. It wasn’t even on the highest setting, but it was enough to take your breath away at first, soon, you settled down, content with simply lying there until an orgasm built.

For a moment, you contemplated releasing Steve from his handcuffs so that he could wrap his big arms around you, but you knew that once he was free from those handcuffs, it would be a free-for-all.

One orgasm spiralled into two, and you had to push the vibrator away as the ache deepened within your cunt. You were exhausted and on the verge of becoming entirely too overstimulated for the orgasms.

“I- I don’t think I can cum again”, you admit whilst gently rocking yourself against Steve’s cock.

“Could I make one request?” Steve asks whilst licking his lips, his voice just as deep as it is when he first wakes up.

“Hmm?” you say in response.

“Sit on my face. I know you’ve had enough, you don’t have to cum, and if it hurts, I’ll stop, but I wanna taste you so bad right now”, Steve pleaded.

“How could I say no to that request”, you muse. Carefully and with a great deal of mess, you slipped off of his throbbing cock, which twitched in the air as his and your juices continued to drip out of your cunt and down his shaft.

With the way you’d climbed off, you ended up kneeling over his face so that you were facing down his body, staring and admiring his cock until the other man in the room caught your attention as Bucky kneeled on the bed.

Just as you lowered your soaking cunt onto Steve’s hot mouth, Bucky reached forward and began to stroke Steve’s cock. The mafia boss beneath you nearly choked on his own cum as he drank down the juices flowing out of you but soon found a rhythm, and as his hips rolled to meet the strokes of Bucky's metal fist, his tongue and lips matched this.

Reaching forward, you pulled Bucky in for a desperate kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, dominating in every way. With the taste of your cunt in his mouth and Bucky’s fist, Steve was cumming again as Bucky carefully caught the thick white seed in his fist, licking up every drop that Steveall but screamed out with his orgasm.

This time, you watched as his cock softened, and carefully you crawled off his face with the help of Bucky’s steady and damp hands. With Bucky’s lips against yours, he stated, “I know you’re not done yet, get back on him”.

Pulling back, you looked down at Steve’s clammy body and the pink blush that had hued over his chest as you determined, “Won’t I hurt him if I sit on his overstimulated cock?”

Steve answered for Bucky, “Fuck no, you won’t hurt me. Get back on Princess”, he pleads desperately. Turning back to face Steve, you try and angle his soft cock at your entrance, but it wouldn’t go back in as Steve cursed at the handling.

“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” you asked fearfully.

“Yes, I’m sure just- I don’t know. Buck, grip me hard in your fist or something,” he responded, sounding frustrated with his body for a second. You had to bite your lip as Bucky shrugged and gripped Steve’s flaccid cock in his hand, causing the blonde to gasp and arch his back, nearly knocking you over in the process. “Yeah, just like that.”

“You know Steve, some would call you a freak for getting off on pain like that”, Bucky joked half-heartedly as his fist began pumping up and down the hardening cock in his hand.

“Yeah, well, you’re one to talk”, Steve sassed back as he finally became hard enough that you could slide back down his cock. “Just a warning if I cum again, I’ll probably be shooting air out”.

Again, you had to bite your lip to hold back the laugh from Steve’s admission. Bucky led beside the two of you, reaching over to tilt Steve’s blindfolded face towards him. “I thought you could go all night? What’s the point in having all of these special abilities if you’re already shooting blanks after two orgasms”, Bucky contemplated.

“Yeah, well, you have her sit on your cock and see how long you last, asshole”, Steve bite back earning a chuckle from Bucky as you watched them both fondly, trying to get to find a good rhythm to move your body, opting for a slow in and out and circle of your hips.

The soaking noises of your wet cunt began to fill the atmosphere once more as Steve and Bucky started to make out, dimming the noise of their moans. Bucky eased back and whispered into Steve’s ear, “Do you hear how wet she is? Best you can feel it, how sopping wet our girl is. Aw, poor thing she’s getting tired”, Bucky smirks as you frown at him. You were exhausted, but you weren’t letting that stop your movements, by the way, Bucky was winking at you, you knew he was up to something.

Steve gritted his teeth, almost growling as he contemplated his next move, and you realised Bucky was antagonising him as the next second, Steve’s snapping out of the handcuffs. You’re suddenly on your back in the middle of the bed as he rolls the two of you over.

Steve’s face delves into the crook of your neck as your legs are instantly pushed back so that your knees nearly brush against your chest as he completely crowds around you. Clearly having driven him to his limit, Steve did not hold back; he began to fuck you with unfathomably hard and fast thrusts.

His cock was a blur as it pounded into your drenched cunt. All you could do was cling to him, nails scratching into the skin of his shoulders and then up to his jaw, pulling his face back so that you could push his blindfold up that was still covering his eyesight. He blinked down at you, groaning at the sight beneath him as he kissed you feverishly.

You were stuck between kissing, moaning and trying to gasp for breath as your orgasm plummeted through your cunt until you were close to sobbing with the overwhelming emotions. Steve’s powerful body fucked you deep into the bed until he was deeply crying out your name with the trembling effects of his third orgasm. From the feeling of it, he definitely wasn't shooting blanks as more of his seed oozed out of your well-used cunt.

He remained on top of you for a while, his body keeping yours warm as you breathed one another in, but eventually, he was moved onto his side by a gentle hand of Bucky’s.

“Come on, big boy, I need you to move over so I can clean you both up”, the brunette explained as he sat on the bed with a warm washcloth. Steve sighed in contentment but remained with his arms around your torso as he observed Bucky clean up his sensitive flaccid cock.

As Bucky moved between your legs, you tiredly gasped, “Wait, you didn’t get to cum, Bucky”.

Bucky grinned up at you, leaning down to kiss your cheek as he explained, “Oh, don’t worry, I did, twice. You should see the back of Steve; think I might have got some in his hair as he was fucking you into next week”.

Steve quietly cursed before chuckling as he reached a hand behind his head, “Well, the sheets are thoroughly ruined for tonight then”.

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Making Up For Lost Time - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Based on the following two requests:

can we get an enemies to lovers with edmund that has smut in it??

PLEASEE an edmund smut,, preferably something with a risk of getting caught? or not bb i don’t mind- but a lot of dirty talking too 🤭

It's not necessarily enemies to lovers? But I really hope you enjoy it, this is probably my favorite thing I've written thus far.

Summary: You and Edmund are definitely feeling the effects of your arranged marriage.

Warnings: Language, Smut, not proofed!

Female reader

You couldn't take much more of him, nor him you. The both of you knew why the marriage had to happen, Narnia couldn't risk another war, and Calormen was losing resources due to the Great Desert. As a compromise, Peter, Caspian, and Susan met with Prince Rabadash to secure a compromise. A truce between the kingdoms and a new way for the resources to be traded was sealed with the promise of a marriage between you and Edmund.

And neither of you was happy with it.

It didn't help that you had shared chambers either. You and Edmund had asked The High Kings and Queen about a switch in rooms but they only pushed further.

"Imagine what the people would think if the newlyweds weren't sharing a room?" So you were forced to live with him. Fall asleep next to him each night, and wake by his side every morning.

Granted, Edmund wasn't intolerable. He just wasn't tolerable either. He was a handsome man, sure, but that face also came with his quick wit and sharp tongue, two things you'd grown to loathe.

He'd challenge you, yes. But his tone of speech was never rude or condescending. But the biggest thing you hated about him, he was always so charming. So sweet. So fair.

He didn't earn the title of The Just King for nothing. But it just added fuel to the fire.

He'd always let you use the bath chambers first, and never complained or protested when you took longer baths.

He didn't pressure you to do anything on your wedding night. He simply kept to himself, offering you a smile and a "goodnight" from his side of the bed. You had been told what was to come, your mind was full of stories from other women in your life. Horror stories.

"It is ever so painful."

"Not pleasurable at all!"

"I can hardly wait until it's over!"

Needless to say, when your new husband had simply wished you a good night and went to sleep, you were surprised. The next morning you woke by his side, finding it odd that he had barely moved an inch. You were basically in the middle of the large bed, Edmund sleeping soundly on the edge, right where he was the night before. You were gone before he'd woken up.

Edmund never failed to greet you kindly, entering the room quietly just in case you had decided to take a nap. He never raised his voice to you either.

Was he snarky and sassy? Of course. But he had always treated you and your family with kindness and respect. It was insufferable. Sometimes you wished he'd just be rude so you would have a real reason to hate him, aside from the fact that he was your husband but you never seemed to communicate. You had gotten used to the fact that there would never be any sort of friendship, let alone a relationship, between you and Edmund, so you resorted to hating him.

The only time he'd gotten angry with you was when you hadn't returned to the bedroom one evening. Unbeknownst to you, he began searching frantically for you, creating quite a stir in the grand castle, only to find you asleep in the library. He cursed to himself before picking your sleeping form up in his arms and bringing you back to your room.

You woke up that morning in bed, confused at first about your location, but relaxing when you saw Edmund's sleeping form next to you.

As you rolled out of bed and made your way to the bathroom you heard his voice.

"Don't do that again." You froze, turning around. His dark eyes were on yours and he was very much not asleep.

"Do what?" He sat up, giving you a view of his very shirtless torso. You averted your eyes immediately.

"Not come back." Your confusion brought your eyes to him again. His lanky, but well-built frame, was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What?" He rose from the bed, a hand running through his dark hair. You stare at him while he walks toward you, stopping less than a foot away from you.

"You didn't come back last night. Don't do that again." He brushed your cheek with his hand, and leaned forward, pressing a kiss there too. You could feel your cheeks heating at the proximity. The last time he'd been this close to you was your wedding. He hadn't touched you since then either.

He pulled away quickly, stepping around you.

"Did you bring me back?" You turned your head to face him.

"Yes."

...

That night, there was a ball between the great nations. Narnia was the gracious host to Archenland, the Conglomeration of Nations, Ettinsmoor, and of course, Calormen.

You hadn't seen Edmund since the morning. You had been whisked away by maids to get ready for the celebration. The ball was for you and Edmund, another party after the wedding you guessed.

You were dressed in a gorgeous light blue gown with intricate white floral stitching and lace along the neckline. It was gorgeous. The long sleeves were fitted and the back laced up like a corset. Your hair had been fixed down with small braids throughout as to not disrupt the crown you'd also be adorning for the evening.

Then, you were whisked away to the celebration, the guests awaiting the arrival of the newlyweds. Edmund was waiting in the corridor, dressed in the same light blue as you, his silver crown on top of his head. He looked very handsome, more so than usual, and suddenly your thoughts were filled with images of you and Edmund dancing together, of Edmund touching you, his large hand on your waist, maybe even his lips on yours.

"M'Lady?"

You blinked, eyes meeting his. What had he just called you?

"Y-yes?"

"I said are you ready to go in?" Your cheeks heated once again and you nodded, looking away from him. He chuckled and then he laced his fingers through yours, effectively making your heart stop.

...

As soon as your introductions were over, you slipped away from Edmund's side. The thoughts kept popping up in your brain. Why did you keep thinking these thoughts? Edmund didn't want to marry you, let alone consummate the marriage, so why did your brain keep doing this? You hid yourself well by the banquet table, keeping away from the crowds.

"Queen Y/N?" You turned at the use of your title, looking at the sheer opposite of your husband. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes was staring at you with a dazzling smile. You found yourself preferring Edmund's dark hair, brown eyes, and ever-present smirk.

"Hello..."

"I am Prince Cor of Archenland. It is very nice to meet you, M'Lady."

You had to stop yourself from reacting to the name Edmund had called you only an hour before. You'd much preferred it coming from his mouth than Prince Cor. Oh now you'd done it. This poor Prince was trying to make small talk with you and now you were thinking about your husband's mouth? The blush creeping over your cheeks and shoulders was enough for you to shake yourself out of your thoughts.

"It is nice to meet you too, your Highness."

As you and Cor began to make conversation, Edmund's wondering eyes found you. His hand tightened around the goblet he'd been holding and his gaze narrowed.

"Who is that?" He hadn't even noticed he was interrupting his brother.

"Who is who?" Peter replied.

"The bloke flirting with my wife, that's who." Peter held back a laugh.

"Ed, I hardly think Prince Cor would flirt with Y/N, this is your marriage celebration after all. Besides, she wouldn't flirt with someone else so shamelessly."

Edmund wasn't even listening and was halfway across the ballroom before his brother could finish speaking.

"I really do believe that astronomy is one of the most interesting subjects one can learn about-" The Just King interrupted the blonde prince, swiftly interjecting himself into the conversation.

"Hello, My Love." Your face burned at the new name. Then he turned your face to his and kisses your cheek. You could feel your heart in your ears and you looked down, suddenly interested in the floor. "May I ask what you and Prince Cor are talking about?" The blonde man looked uncomfortable.

"We were speaking-"

"I believe I asked my wife, not you." Cor lowered his head in a nod in return, quickly and quietly exiting the conversation. If looks could kill, Prince Cor would have been dead on the ballroom floor in mere seconds from Edmund's piercing glare.

You began to slip away from your husband before his strong hand wrapped around your arm and gently tugged you back. His front was lightly pressed against your back, his head lowered so he could speak into your ear.

"And where do you think you're going?" His voice sent shivers down your spine. His hand trailed up your arm, resting where your shoulder meets your collar bone, visible from the Sabrina neckline of your dress. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

What? Were you dreaming?

"Because it's working, darling."

Edmund's hand grasps yours again and he begins to lead you out of the room, desperate to get you alone. It isn't until you are outside of the boisterous party that you speak.

"Where are we going?" Edmund stops to look around, before ushering you into a corridor adjacent to the party. "Edmund!"

"Shh!" His hand covers your mouth and he presses his front to yours, making sure you are silent and unseen as guests walk past the hall. He looks at you and almost melts at the beautiful, wide eyes looking up at him. He removes his hand from your mouth, placing it on the wall by your head. You don't even register that the other is on your waist.

You speak gently, making sure your voice is hushed.

"Edmund, why are you jealous?" Your husband takes a deep breath before glancing down the hallway. "Ed?" Your hand timidly reaches up to bring his face back to yours and his eyes widen at the contact.

"You were talking to another man. At the celebration of our wedding."

You had to stifle your shock.

"Edmund, you are my husband, you have no reason to be jealous of a prince from a neighboring kingdom." His lips quirk up a bit.

"How can I not be when you are showing more interest in anyone else but me? I am your husband and you are my wife. I should be by your side tonight." His words are so surprising and you are glad for the wall behind you, and the man in front of you, for the extra support to stand.

"I thought you would want your space."

"Why in Aslan's name would you think that?" You look at him again, taking him in completely, the way he looks in the blue fabric, his dark hair framing his face with that godforsaken crown making him look better than he had a few hours ago. "Y/N, why do you think I wouldn't want to be near you?" His eyes search yours and you blink away, far too flushed under his heavy gaze.

"You haven't ever wanted to before." The words hit him like bricks.

"What?"

The words begin to spill out before you can stop them.

"You always sleep on your side with your back to me, you are always gone when I wake up, I never see you except when you come to get ready for bed, and on our wedding night you didn't..." You push through the embarrassment. "You didn't even touch me. I know this marriage isn't what we had wanted but I thought that maybe we might have been friends-" Edmund cuts off your monologue with a kiss. Your first kiss since your wedding night.

His hand moves from the wall to your neck and the other pulls you to his body, needing to get closer to you.

Your body reacts immediately, melting into the kiss, hands resting on his waist.

It ends too soon, Edmund pulling away first, putting his hand back on the wall while he catches his breath, but the other remained on your waist.

"You think I don't want to be near you?" He stares at you with an incredulous look on his handsome face. The closeness of his face to yours is enough to make you blush, again. "Darling, I haven't..." He takes a moment to breathe, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I didn't touch you that night because I didn't want to hurt you. I'm so bloody drawn to you that I have to sleep on the opposite side of the bed turned away from you so I don't taint your virtue. I leave in the morning because-"

Your hand covers his mouth as another rowdy group of guests wanders by the corridor. You wait for them to leave before speaking again, keeping your hand plastered onto his face.

"So, you don't hate me?"

He shakes his head.

No.

"You never did?"

No.

You remove your hand from his mouth and the two of you just stare at each other. Unmoving. It feels like minutes pass before he covers your mouth with his again.

His hand returns to your neck, pulling you to him once more.

"I'm sorry I ever made you think I didn't want you. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my wife."

"Edmund..." The kind words hit you straight in the heart.

"And now, it seems I have something I have to make up for." His smirk appears and it sends your insides to mush.

"But Edmund I-"

"Shhhh." He smiles, his head dipping to yours. "Don't want to get caught, now do we?" He kisses you again, this one full of heat and passion, the lack of contact between you only adding fuel to the fire.,

Edmund pulls your body flush against his and groans into your mouth. You falter at the glorious sound but he is there to support you

His kisses travel down your neck to your collarbones.

"Edmund... What are you doing?"

"Making up for lost time, darling." He grins at you again. "Now be quiet." He kisses you again, his sneaky hands running down your sides to your skirt. He breaks the kiss to look down, his hands pulling the fabric up to your waist.

"Fuck." Your eyes went wide. You'd never heard Edmund use that kind of language before. His eyes lock on yours again.

He looks perfect. He's a king. Your king. Your husband.

"Are you ok with this?" You nod yes multiple times, making him smirk yet again, and then you gasp at the contact of his fingers against your womanhood. Your hands grip his shoulders for support, his muscles tensing at the fact that you are touching him. That he is touching you. His fingers find no resistance due to the effects of his words and his ego grows. You bury your face into his shirt when his fingers slip into you. Though foreign, it is an immensely pleasurable feeling and you can't help but want more.

Then he begins to move them. You push further into him to silence your mouth, the feeling far too wonderful to not have a vocal effect.

But then his thumb brushes on something that makes you let out a loud moan. Your face flushes in embarrassment.

"Do you want everyone to know that I'm defiling you in the hallway?"

Oh dear, you're afraid his words combined with whatever he is doing with his fingers are going to kill you.

He repeats the same action but kisses you once more, your moans muffled.

Edmund can tell you are getting close, you've begun to shake, you're gasping into his mouth, and you are practically rutting into his hand. He makes the conscious decision to break the kiss to suck on your neck, covering your mouth with his free hand to silence any escaping sounds. Then, his thumb presses up again and his fingers hook inside of you and you convulse around him.

He is in awe of how gorgeous you are and what he'd just done.

As you catch your breath, your trembling hands find the waistband of his trousers and gently begin unbuttoning them, eager for more. His eyes avert to what you're doing and he curses again. You falter.

"Do-do you want me to stop?" His head shakes back and forth.

"I think I'd die if you did, love."

Edmund begins kissing your neck once again while you free him from the confinement of his tight pants and you gasp. He laughs into your neck, sending goosebumps throughout your entire body.

"Don't get shy on me now, darling. You wanted this, right?" You nod and feel him smile into your skin.

He makes quick work of your undergarments, tossing them to the side, lining himself up with your lower half.

He halts and you look into his eyes, body shaking in need and anticipation for what you had been so scared of on your wedding night.

With your eyes on his, he pushes into you, stopping when you push against him.

"Are you alright?" His voice is next to your ear.

"Just one second." Edmund waits, trying to distract himself from the way your body is clenching around him. Your small voice brings him back to reality. "Edmund."

"Yes?" You notice the rasp in his voice, the strain in his muscles. To ease him, you follow your instincts and roll your hips against his and his hands grip your hips in response, stifling the moan wanting to leave his throat.

"Fuck. Y/N. You can't do that." It's your turn to smirk. You do it again and he presses your body back into the wall. The soft grip on your hips tightens and his eyes meet yours, blown with lust. Then, they narrow at the smirk on your lips. "Oh, so you think that's funny do you?" He begins to slide out of you and your eyes roll backwards. Then he slams back in.

The moan that escapes your lips sets a fire in him and his hand claps back over your mouth.

"How many times do I need to tell you to be quiet?" He begins to move his hips again, the feeling ten times more wonderful than just his fingers. "Is this what you wanted?" You can barely comprehend his hushed words. "Is that why you were flirting with him? To make me jealous so I'd finally touch you?" His free hand worms its way back to the apex of your thighs, finding that place that made you squirm in no time. "You're lucky I love you." You don't even register his words as you come undone.

Edmund follows behind, pushing into you one last time before falling into you. His breathing is labored and the two of you don't speak while you catch your breath.

"Edmund!" Your heads snap toward the sound of Peter yelling his name.

"Dammnit!" He quickly makes himself presentable and you follow suit, making sure your hair isn't wild and your skirts are back in place. He takes your hand, smiling at you, before leading you back out of the hallway.

"Edmund!" Peter's back was to you.

"Peter, stop yelling, I'm right here!" The High King turns around, a glare present on his face.

"Your guests are wondering where the two of you have been! You disappeared thirty minutes ago! Get back inside, now."

Edmund doesn't reply to his bother, opting for an eye roll instead. Then he turns to you offering you a bow.

"Shall we get back to the celebration, my queen?" You giggle.

"Let's."

...

Peter may have overreacted just a bit because the only people wondering where the two of you had gone was him.

Edmund pulled you to the ballroom floor, his arms draped around your waist. You settled yours around his shoulders with a smile. The rest of the party seemed to disappear as he bent down to place a soft kiss against your lips.

You rest your head against his shoulder and whisper into his ear.

"I love you too."

AHHHHH! Y'all I'm really proud of this and hope you enjoy it. :)

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[mavsstar]

.⋆˚𝐴 𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝑃

Summary︱Bringing a man home only meant one thing for you—boring, meaningless sex. After a pathetic attempt to experience a blissful release, Bucky offers to help out.

Pairings︱DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

W.C︱2.2k

Warnings︱18+ this is straight up porn, age gap, reader using a vibrator, slight dom/sub dynamics, моя игрушка means my toy, praise, stomach bulge, squirting, a little bit of aftercare at the end.

Author's note︱I had to make it DBF bc i am a total whore for older men and it's honestly perfect for it. PSA THE READER MET BUCKY WHEN SHE WAS OVER 18. HE DID NOT SEE HER GROW UP. Anyways enjoy :D Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

You laid on the bed, your body barely jerking as your date thrusted inside you. You wondered what went wrong. It wasn’t that the date in itself was bad, it turned out to be one of the best dates you’ve been on so far. He was a nice and a very attentive man. 

“If only he could be that attentive in the bedroom,” you thought. 

You let out fake moans to make it seem you were slightly enjoying it and avoiding hurting his ego. Though someone should, so he would finally know how terrible he is be in bed. At least he was pretty so it wasn’t such a terrible loss on your side. You had a decent view. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned into your neck. 

“Please do so you can leave,” you said to yourself. 

With one final grunt his body stilled over yours, dropping all his weight on you seconds later. You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him over. He took it as a silence cue to leave. All that could be heard was the condom being thrown in the trashcan and the sound of his footsteps. You wanted him gone so you could have your own fun. 

You didn’t even bother turning around. Not even when he kissed you goodbye. When you heard the door shut, you immediately crawled across your bed to get to your vibrator that was deeply stuffed in the top drawer of your nightstand. You pulled the hot pink wand out and bit your lip in excitement. 

A gleeful hum escaped your lips when you pressed the vibrator against your clit and turned it on. You threw your head back in pleasure, your lips parting open as breathy moans left your lips. When you felt the vibrator lose its intensity down to lower vibration you internally groaned but nonetheless tried to enjoy the pleasure. 

Just as you felt your orgasm build up, the vibrator turned off. You frantically tried to turn it back on, mumbling a symphony of curses.

“Don’t do this to me now,” you wailed. Though the vibrator was fully dead. 

Out of frustration you threw the vibrator across the room, causing a huge thud sound as soon as it hit the wall. At least Bucky wasn’t here to hear any of it otherwise he would’ve fully woken up. 

“You have to be fucking kidding me!” you yelled into your pillow, your screams sounding muffled.

Seconds later you heard a knock on your door. “Honey, are you okay?” 

You audibly gasped, Bucky wasn���t supposed to be here. You pulled the covers up to your chest just in case he came into the room. “Yeah I’m fine!” 

 “You sure?” He asked as he entered the room. He smirked when he saw the white sheet clinging onto your body, your fingers clutching the sheet for dear life. 

“I th-thought you were supposed to b-be gone?” you stammered out, clearly nervous.

“I got back early.” 

“How early?” you questioned, praying that he hadn't heard you and he just came back. 

“4 hours ago,” he replied. Bucky took slow, agonizing steps towards you until he reached the side of your bed. “And I heard every little noise you made.” 

“Oh no,” you sighed, hiding your face in your hands in embarrassment. “I’m so–oh god!” 

You were so ashamed you could barely form a proper sentence. Your cheeks were on fire and you wanted to crawl into a little hole and die. While you were busy wallowing yourself in your mortification, you missed the way Bucky was undressing you with his own two eyes. 

“Bucky I don’t even know what to say–I’m so sorry.” 

Bucky’s hand softly gripped your chin and turned it so you were now facing him. “Sorry for what, Honey? For having sex? It’s natural, everyone does it.” His thumb swiped your bottom lip, adoring the way it bounced back. “You know what isn’t natural?” 

You peered at him with doe eyes. “What?” you asked him. 

Bucky mentally made sure to take a picture of you with the same exact look another day. God you drove him crazy with that simple look—his instincts begging him to fuck you senseless. 

“To fuck a guy who can’t even make you cum.” Disappointment racked down his body thinking about the fact someone as pretty as you is missing out on oh so much. “Don’t worry, s’not your fault.” 

“But what if it is?” 

His grip slightly tightened, “trust me it isn’t. They don’t know the first thing about pleasure. If it’s anyone's fault, it’s theirs.”

“To your luck, I know just how to make you feel good.” He bent downwards, his lips ghosting above yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, fully expecting him to kiss you. When you didn’t feel his lips on yours, you opened your eyes and they were mere centimeters away. So close yet so far. 

“Please Bucky,” you begged, inching your lips closer to his. 

Bucky leaned back, relishing your desperation. “Please what, Honey?” He squished your cheeks together, your lips puckering together. “Use your words.” 

“Please make me feel good.” 

“Good girl,” Bucky praised. The praise sent warmth down your body. 

He dropped his metal arm, slithering his way down to the bed sheets. He slowly starts pulling the sheet down, exposing every single part of your body. When the sheet was fully off Bucky lowly moaned. “I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll never want anyone else to touch you ever again.” 

Desperation won over and you tugged Bucky down with you. Nothing but teeth clashing and hands roaming everywhere on the other’s body. You tugged on the bottom of his shirt, silently signaling him to take it off. Bucky momentarily broke the kiss to peel off his shirt. 

Your eyes hungrily ran down his body, it was all like an orgasm for your eyes. “Wow,” you whispered, mainly to yourself. 

“You like what you see?” Bucky smugly asked. Bucky chuckled, watching your lust blow your eyes as you instantly nodded while you bit down your bottom lip sensually.  “Of course you do, don’t you?”

Bucky chased your lips once again. This time the kiss was slower, more calculated. His hand snaked down to your body and his hand cupped your dripping pussy. Your thighs clenched together as you felt the cold touch from his metal hand. 

“You’re dripping моя игрушка,” he growled against your lips. He grabbed your leg and hitched it over his, ensuring it stays open. He swiped his finger across your cunt to gather your wetness. 

His fingers circled over your clit, eliciting small breathy moans from you. “Let all those pretty sounds моя игрушка.” Bucky’s middle finger left your clit, traveling down to your weeping hole. “I don’t want you to hold back.” 

His finger entered inside you, your walls immediately clamping down on him. Bucky tested the waters and added a second finger. He was enamored with your blissed out face and he wasn’t even trying. 

He began to thrust his fingers in and out, making sure to curl his fingers just at the right angle causing your legs to quiver around his hand. “Go on, grind your pretty pussy on my hand.” 

You blindly obeyed his order. You grinded your hand on his palm, adding a delicious friction between your clit and his hand. Subconsciously you began to move faster, chasing a sweet, short euphoria. 

“That’s it,” Bucky praised, pressing his palm a bit harder. “Just like that.” 

Your first orgasm caught you by surprise. You could barely register what was going on before you gushed over his hand, your cum leaking down his fingers. Bucky pulled his fingers out and licked your essence, moaning at the sweet taste. 

He pushed your shoulder back, laying you flat on your back on the bed. Bucky quickly pulled his sweatpants down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free from the clothed restraints and slapped his stomach. The tip was drenched in precum making your mouth water. 

Bucky crawled on top of you, leaving kisses behind over your exposed skin. Once he was fully over you, he grabbed his cock and swiped it over your drenched cunt, swirling the tip on your sensitive button.

“Stop teasing,” you whined. You reached your hand down to guide him in but he swatted your hand away. With one hand Bucky pinned both of yours at the top of your head. 

“Wait,” he warningly growled. 

After a few more teasing swipes you felt Bucky’s tip prodding your entrance. Slowly, Bucky slid in and finally gave in to you. The stretch achingly burned yet nothing else has felt better. You felt every inch of his thick cock entering you. 

“Oh god–you’re so big.” 

“Aww моя игрушка,” Bucky cooed as kissed your nose, “I’m not even fully in yet.” 

You looked down and Bucky was right. You both gasped out once he fully sheathed himself inside you. You have never felt so full in your entire life. 

Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes scrunched in pleasure. “God you’re so tight.” 

You felt like you were going to die if he wasn’t going to move. “Please move.” 

Bucky pulled almost all the way out, ensuring the tip stayed in and then plunged himself deep into you, eliciting a silent scream from you. Your head fell back when Bucky started to thrust inside you. If you thought you felt pleasure before, this was heaven. You never thought someone could ever make you feel this good. 

You somehow were able to loosen his grip on your hand. You grabbed his hand that was on your hip and guided him over to your lower stomach. “I can feel you in–here!” you exclaimed when he hit a particular spot. 

“Oh there it is,” he muttered as he repeatedly hit your g-spot over and over. “Guess what моя игрушка, if I do this,” Bucky gabbed your leg and threw it over his hip, “you’ll feel so much better.” 

“Bucky!” you screamed at the new angle. Tears pricked at your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Your walls fluttered around him and Bucky had to bite back his moans. 

“No…wanna hear….you,” you pouted. “Bet you sound–so pretty.” 

Bucky granted your wish and finally moaned, it was music to your ears. Hearing his moans turned you on even more. 

“You’re so fuckin’ tight моя игрушка. I never want to leave your pretty pussy.” 

“S’all yours,” you babbled out. 

“Yeah? She’s all mine?” You nodded in response. Bucky didn’t really have to ask. Your pussy was his whether you were going to tell him or not. She belonged to him. You belonged to him. 

You shook off his hand to unleash your other hand. Both of your hands ascended up his arms and found solace on his biceps. “Harder,” you whimpered. Your voice was barely above a whisper but Bucky heard it as clear as day. Bucky easily complied and thrusted harder. 

“Please, please, please don’t stop,” you begged, your nails digging into his biceps. You were sure there would be marks but you couldn’t care less. 

“Oh моя игрушка, I don’t think I’ll last,” Bucky groaned out. 

You could barely respond with your orgasm rapidly approaching. “I’m gonna–” 

“No, not yet. Wait until I say let go.” 

“Bucky, I can’t hold it.” 

“You can and you will.” 

Bucky was determined to cum with you at the same time. He kept the same pace despite wanting to go faster. Though you made it nearly impossible with the way you gripped him like a vice. 

“Bucky…” 

“Just a little bit more.” 

“Bucky I can’t!” you cried out, stray tears falling down your face. “Please!” 

“Now,” Bucky practically demanded.

You finally let go of the knot that formed in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes screwed shut as you chanted Bucky’s name over and over like a prayer. It was all a new feeling to you and your body didn’t know how to react. You momentarily blacked out as you let your orgasm ride out. 

“Holy shit,” Bucky gasped out, looking down at the mess you made all over his lower stomach that was now mixing in with his cum. 

“I’m sorry Bucky,” you mumbled out, still fucked out. “I didn’t mean to.” Bucky shushed you, assuring you it was more than okay that you were more than welcome to gush all over his body. 

Bucky pulled out, earning a whine from you. If you could have it your way Bucky’s cock would be inside you all night but you could barely form any words. Your body was profusely shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. 

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

“Told you I know how to make you feel good. Turns out all you needed was a little help” Bucky boasted. He then handed you a bottle of water, “drink this, you’ll need it.”

While you drank the water Bucky left to go to the bathroom. He came back with a wet rag in one hand and clothes in the other. Bucky quietly cleaned you up, murmuring soft praises to you. 

“You did so good for me,” Buckky whispered against your skin. “You were absolutely perfect.” You made a noise of contentment when Bucky slid his shirt over your head. You brought the material up your nose, deeply inhaling his scent. 

“I’m never giving this shirt back,” you commented. 

“Good,” Bucky replied as he laid right next to you. He pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around your shaky body, “it looks better on you anyway.” 

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[bluexiao]

#kunikuzushi, how do you love? 

—rewritten relationship headcanons (from “scaramouche, how do you love?” )

THEMES. (pre)relationship, fluff, domestic, character analysis, love languages, use of his real name

NOTES. okay, just a little bit of storytime on how i was so tempted to write this (albeit again) is that recently my mom got fractured and as i am an only child and away from home since i’m going to uni and in a dorm, it’s my dad who’s taking care of my mom. and oh my god. both scara and my dad are capricorns and their bdays are even next to each other,,, and i just cant help but like compare their love languages a bit (it may sound weird but trust me this will be good)

WANDERER / KUNIKUZUSHI 

He knows love—knows its meaning, knows what it does, and knows what its consequences are. Love is but a rose with thorns, pricking whoever chooses to admire its beauty and immerse them in its pleasure. Love is a danger, and far too humanly him. 

It will not be long until he recognizes this disgusting feeling since he met you. 

But as he was his own person, he chose not to identify it—to call it by its name. Out of fear? No. Out of instincts. 

He who didn’t have a heart suddenly felt love? Preposterous. Absurd. He wasn’t human, nor will he stoop so low to pretend to be one. 

Yet he underestimated you far too much—your… charm… so to speak, along with the unpredictability of your actions. How you show up and how your lips curl up in a gentle smile and how his name slips out of them ever so… gentle. Everything about you is gentle, and kind, and so… so-

“Good morning, Kunikuzushi” 

His jaw tightens and he dreaded for the sudden presence almost immediately as it had appeared. 

“It’s you.” It’s always been you—the only one that actually makes him want to run away from. But he won’t, no. He wouldn’t give you the pleasure to know, not ever. 

“It’s me,” you smiled, “hey, I haven’t seen you for a while. You even changed your outfit! Blue looks good on you.” 

He scoffs, almost out of instinct. It is true that it has been a while since he last saw you and yet, it felt like it was just yesterday. And with that thought, he couldn’t bear to look directly in your eyes that with a hand on his hat, he looks away. 

“There’s no need for pleasantries,”—like usual, he replies, and he adds on, “but it’s not much of a surprise to see you again, Y/n.” 

Which actually translates to “it’s nice to see you again”. 

The only time he will actually “confess” with such feelings in mind to you is never—not outrightly or with words, but rather by his actions. 

The indication you may want to look out for is when he himself attentively seeks you out, if you see him often, and if he actually stays with you for a long time, almost the whole day—actually, even if he spares you just a bit of it would be a good indicator. 

When he places an arm over your form whenever there’s an incoming enemy, muttering a “Move back” and makes sure you would actually listen before he proceeds to atack and defeat anyone on his way—both of yours.

When he offers his hand every time there’s a steep slope that you had to pass by, scoffing at your surprised look and says “Couldn’t have you fall down and whine all the way back. Now, come on, lend me your hand before I change my mind.” 

When he waits for you until you finish your work—you’d almost think he wouldn’t since it took you a while, only to find that he’s still there, arms crossed over his chest as he’s leaning on a wall on a far corner, yet it’s still enough to have you visible from his view. “What? Why are you looking at me with that face? I’m not tired, is that what you’re thinking? I don’t tire easily, human.” 

And whenever you’re sick or you’re injured, he will be more silent than he ever was, by your side with pursed lips, nursing you back to health. Even without him actually saying it, you will know how affected he was just by seeing your state. If he told you of his history, you’d know right away that seeing your fragility, vulnerability, your mortality… it can trigger memories that were not really the nicest to him. 

“What happened?” 

For a moment, you can see the hurt in his eyes, struggling to find the right words even if you knew you could explain the situation very well only to falter right in front of him. With this side of him. 

“Kuni, I… I just-“ 

‘How can you be so careless?” His voice was weaker, much more gentle despite its usual tone still laced with it. Yet the Wanderer finds himself unable to change his disposition, not with you like this. 

“Humans…” he mutters under his own breath, and you are unable to speak any more. 

But despite everything, he only knows love, he spent most of his lifetime seeing it as a nuisance, a danger. He did not want to love, did not want the desire to flow in his mechanical and heartless body. 

And yet, it seems that even a puppet without a heart like him can. Love—whatever it is. 

“I love you,” it was you who confessed, “Kunikuzushi.” 

Despite already knowing it deep down, the crease on his brow was visible despite how he tried to look calm, but as you didn’t see such a tiny detail with your head bowed down, you continued on. 

“It’s getting… I mean, I don’t know if you really like me the same way, or you’re just too bored on your own or just treat me as a friend, but… but I don’t think I can go on without being honest to you.” 

Only when you looked directly at him did he feel it—a pang in his empty mechanical chest and a pressure on his shoulders. 

“I don’t like you as just a friend, Kuni.”

A minute or two passes—that’s what you felt like anyway as you melt under his gaze, awaiting for his answer or just… anything! 

“Ugh… why…” 

Then his facade fades, all by a bite on the lip as he looks away for a moment with a hand on his hat. And even if he tried to retract his face away from your view, you could still see enough to notice the pinkish red hue on the skin of his face, all the more so with his exposed ear. 

And as if the pressure in the air gives up to gravity, that same weight on your own shoulders eases up, eyes widening at the sight in front of you. 

Then he peeks from his hat and glares at you, “Why… why are you doing this to me, Y/n?” 

The transition to dating wouldn’t even make much of a big difference, actually. That was what he realized when you two were already “dating” so it seems. Frankly, he was confused by it, only to come up with the conclusion that it is better this way anyway. You and him… are just you and him, there was no need for extravagance and grand changes. 

But really, it was because you two were already comfortable with each other. And the only thing that changed was… 

You blink your eyes open and you welcome the sight of him right in front of you, his soft laughter enveloping your ears as he grins at you. You didn’t know what amuses him so much that he can smile like that, but… 

“What? What is it, Kuni? Did I…” 

“You fell asleep just from reading a couple of books. To think you’d be this lazy in studying, darling.” 

He then leans in and presses his lips on your forehead, not before swiping his palm on them and scoffing afterwards. “Overworking doesn’t make you more intelligent. How about falling asleep on an actual bed so you can have an adequate amount of energy left,” he crosses his arms, “Actually. Sleep on the bed now, or I’ll have to carry you instead.”

He scolds you more… and also kisses you too. A lot of it consists of pecks here and there, it doesn’t really matter to him when or where. He doesn't care if people saw or not—if they did, it’s a good thing anyway, they’d know who they’ll come up against if they ever mess with you. 

He’s with you most of the time but in times that you’re not and he’s having his own travels alone—which happens quite rarely, actually, he would always go home immediately. He’s not that privy of having to part from you for so long—not that he’d admit that outrightly, but you’d notice it straight away. 

And if he does part with you for a while, he will make you give him your handkerchief or anything small that belongs to you, something that reminds him of you and the home he will go home to. That he’s not just a wanderer now. 

He’s just… him with you. 

And that’s how he loves. He loves slow, but he loves with just… himself, his entire being. Even without a heart, he knew of love. He knew of you. 

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[overtaken-stream]

With what that last person requested with spicy king hcs, how about his reaction to his darling wanting to pleasure him and make him feel good to pay him back for how he satisfies her? I feel like the size difference and his lack of verbalness during sex would make it interesting not being sure if what she’s doing is working or not

I wanted to write King getting glock glock 3000 but I could not wrap my head around it, King is so hard to characterize but I try to keep him in character which results in him coming off as threatening or awkward as fuck. Also sorry for the long wait.

! !NSFW! !

Warning: female reader, rough King(mentioned)

King is fond of taking charge in situations that don't require his intruding, like conversations, or taking care of you in the most subtle way possible, it's in tiny details that go unnoticed by you that make it easy for him to indulge in his actions of service. It brings a sense of pride (though most times he will not be able to fully express his motives) and with it comes an emotion he hasn't felt in a long time, happiness. Never would he have thought that caring for somebody was something he'd enjoy, but here he is. And your appreciation of his actions is a bonus, it truly doesn't matter if you don't fancy him, as long as he is in control.

This evolves during intimacy, as much as he loves pleasing you and bringing you over the edge over and over again, letting your whines and moans get to his head, he still has a side that he sees no problem in, while you despise it.

Comfort is something he likes to bring to himself and once in a while, others as well, however, it does not go the opposite way. Once he starts he will do everything to get the said comfort. Even if it means sacrificing your boundaries and ease.

If there was a word that described the sensation he felt seeing your face covered in tears, flushed and sweaty, while you screamed out in pain, from the size and positions which he puts you in, it would be pleasure.

So to have something that is already within his grasp taken away? The chances of that happening are closer to zero, nevertheless, there is a point of weakness he experiences during intimacy and that is at the peak of his climax, the instant his tip spasms and he ejaculates, that is the moment he feels vulnerable and falls victim to his heightened awareness, the sensitivity he can only entrust you with, it blossoms and colors the branches in white.

It's an opening you're willing to take. Even if you're exhausted and sticky with both of your substances, you bring King closer to you, letting him rest before you maneuver his oversized body and coax him into leaning against the cushions, even in the haze of lust, his striking eyes gaze into your soul, making your heart skip a beat. They don't move away from your face, despite the delicious view you're offering him. Your hands touch his oversensitive sex, hard regardless of the fact that he just ejaculated, they move up and down a few times before you sink down and take him in all of his glory, you rest your elbows on his knees as his dick hits that special spot inside you, making you arch your back and start moving sooner than expected.

King is not a vocal man in bed, the closest he has ever gotten to letting you hear his moan is in the form of open-mouthed exhales, gasps of air that he takes while bottoming out or cumming. That stays consistent every time, but at least in the past he closed his eyes and got lost in the pleasure.

You can feel it, even now while he makes you see stars in the dead of night, under a ceiling, you're constantly moving, up and down, yet his eyes stay in one place, starting at every inch of you, it should be impossible, but you would believe he could keep track of your motions in this situation, his piercing gaze could only belong to a predator that's stalking its pray, never letting it out of its sight. And King is much more than a mere predator. He stays still, waiting to pounce yet never committing to the act.

You let him hit every part of you in your guts as you ride him, grasping his skin with your nails, clawing at his abs, while letting out every noise you could think of to distract you from his stare. If you were a lesser woman you might have thought he was trying to intimidate you, might have thought he was angry, but the fact that he hasn't opposed to your actions speaks more than he does.

You bring him over the edge soon after.

It's only after the intimate touches that feelings get involved, now your mind, clear of any lust, thinks of consequences, the awkwardness that was forgotten in the moment, and the lack of any movement from King.

``H-hey King?`` You flinch at your breathless stutter.

You can see his back, now turned away from you, his legs stay rooted on the floor as he sits near the edge of the bed. At your voice, he lifts his head. His confusion underlines the movement, but you cannot help yourself. You have to know.

``Did you... Enjoy it?`` The question rolls off of your tongue with complications, you wished you'd never uttered it in the first place.

A cold sweat rolls down your cheek as King turns to you.

``...I was pleased.`` you exhale a breath you didn't know was held.

``But be sure to cherish the time you were in charge.`` Because you'll never be able to repeat it that easily. He'll make sure of it.

#king the wildfire x reader #one piece #king one piece #king the wildfire #one piece x reader #Yandere!King but it can be read as just King x Reader #yandere!King AU #yandere x you #.my writing. #king the conflagration

[lewisthot]

weekends

summary: feeling neglected as toto worked overtime, you decided to be a brat but he wasn’t having none of it. rating: 18+ pairing: toto wolff x fem!reader words: 2.3k warning + a/n: degrading/edging/rough. don’t really like this but thoughts + feedback would be appreciated! @oliviahoneymoon​ & @mauvecherie-writes​

it was the weekend but that didn’t stop toto from working, you had woken up to him already in the home office. you hated waking up alone in bed, you got out of bed grumpy making your way to the kitchen for your morning beverage. you decided you weren’t even going to greet him good morning, you wanted to see how long he’d take to notice.

you went about your morning and ended up lounging on the sofa watching netflix, not really paying attention. toto walked in, it was late morning and he knew you’d be awake by now so when you hadn’t come to him like you normally did he went to check on you. he found you sprawled out on your stomach your night dress had ridden up, giving him the perfect view of your ass and bare pussy without trying you had his cock twitching, aching to be deep in your pussy.

he cleared his throat. ‘morning, schatzi’

'morning'

he sensed you were in a mood, your tone cold. he decided in that moment he wasn't going to acknowledge it. he lifted your legs sitting down next to you, his hand running up and down your legs. you inhaled sharply, your pussy already throbbing in anticipation. slowly inching closer to your core he ran his fingers through your folds, he smirked when felt how wet you were. you moaned as rutted against toto's hand but before you could enjoy yourself he pulled away spanking your ass. he chuckled as you yelped, pushing your legs aside as he got up.

'toto!'

he narrowed his eyes as you scrambled up onto your knees to face him.

'don't whine schatzi, you greet me like a brat then you get treated like one.'

grabbing a fistful of your hair he pulled in kissing you deeply, sure he wanted to punish you but he couldn't resist you either. he let go of you, sucking his fingers that had been coated in your juices before walking away. you huffed collapsing back onto the sofa regretting your icy greeting. heading over to the kitchen you decided to make him a coffee, a peace offering of sorts but also as a way to get toto's attention and further provoke him. did you regret being bratty earlier? yes, but were you going to stop? nope. you assumed he was going to punish you later, you had already provoked him this week and he never let you get away with being bratty for long. he already knew you weren't wearing panties so you had the bright idea to walk in naked in an attempt to distract him.

'coffee?'

he looked at you with a smug look as you walked in attempting to get a rise out of him, admittedly your hard nipples were enticing - the urge to pinch and suck on them was strong but he had already decided he was going to punish you and he knew this 'peace offering' wasn't sincere trying to distract him with your naked form. setting the coffee down you started to walk away thinking you'd been unsuccessful when he didn't even acknowledge the drink but he grabbed your wrist pushing his chair back.

'you wanted my attention? well now you have it. so be a good girl and grab the rope and remote vibrator’

you nodded your clit throbbing in anticipation, you walked out to the bedroom gathering the supplies and walking back into the office. toto had pulled out a chair in front of his desk.

‘sit’

you obliged, tying you up to the chair he opened your legs kneeling between them, he ran his fingers through your folds.

‘you’re soaking wet and i haven’t even done anything.’ he chuckled, ‘what a pathetic little whore.’ he grabbed your face kissing you harshly. ‘now you’re going to take your punishment like a good girl.’

angling the vibrator onto your clit he tied it onto to you, grabbing the remote he sat down switching it on. he started on a low speed not quite enough to give you the pleasure you sought.

‘toto!’ you whined.

‘hush! you speak a word again and you’ll sit there with it switched off, i want to hear nothing but your pathetic moans’

you kept quiet, squirming in your seat. your eyes on toto willing in him to look at you but his eyes never left the screen. eventually he increased the vibrations, feeling your orgasm slowly building you moaned wishing your arms were free to play with your breasts. you were so close already throwing your head back, chewing on your bottom lip trying to hold back a string of swear words but then just like that the vibrations ended. you looked at toto finally his eyes on you smirking, you let out a whine if you could speak you’d be pleading. he said nothing and went back to work, the vibrator back to a low speed.

you wandered how long he’d do this, torture you like this - so close yet so far of course this was your punishment. the speed of the vibrator increasing, your squirmed in your seat again rocking your hips against the vibrator, hoping you’d cum before he’d realise. your moans were loud you didn’t care, your clot was throbbing your pussy clenching around nothing begging to be stretched out, you were sure the seat must be soaked you felt so wet. you were close to the edge once again, biting your bottom lip to hold back your moans trying to not make it obvious to toto that you were close. you knew if you came the punishment would be harsher, you didn’t care - what’s the worst he could do? but you weren’t gonna find out just yet, letting out a loud moan toto looked up from his screen.

‘you’re gonna cum aren’t you schatzi?’ he chuckled, switching off the vibrator once again and ruining your would be orgasm. bringing the vibrator back to a low level to do no more but frustrate you, the vibrations to weak to turn you on should've been a good thing you knew he'd do nothing more but edge you but the vibrations being so light you almost wish he would, better than to be sat her feeling nothing at all.

‘toto please…’

'look at you so pathetic and needy. what did i say? i don’t want to hear a word from you.’

he stood up walking towards you, he stroked your face pulling out his hard cock from his boxers.

‘open wide.’

opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, he pulled out his cock gripping from the base, he shoved it in your waiting mouth. slowly thrusting into your mouth - he was easing you into the face fucking he was about to give you. he smirked as he held eye contact with you, gripping a fistful of your hair his thrusts sped up, you gagged as he hit the back of your throat your eyes watering.

‘you take my cock so well baby, all your mouth is good for’

his voice rough as his impending climax neared, swirling your tongue around his cock he let out a loud groan, watching him come undone as he used your mouth you moaned - the vibrations a welcome sensation. normally you'd swallow his load but this time he pulled you off his length, you kept your mouth open and tongue out whilst he sprayed his cum all over your face. tied up you couldn’t do anything but swallow what reached your mouth, forced to sit covered in his sticky release. he tucked himself back in, grabbing your jaw.

‘covered in my cum like the whore you are, beautiful’

you were a mess, faced covered in his cum, tear stained cheeks, drool down the sides of your mouth he adored it. he smirked as he sat back down at his desk switching the vibrator back on. as much as you whined and thrashed in your seat he ignored your existence. this time he didn’t bother leaving the vibrator on low bringing it to full speed, your toes curled and your moans quietened he knew your little telltale signs that your climax was approaching and yet again he switched it off giving you a moment before switching it back on to high again. this was far more torturous than before and how you hadn’t managed to accidentally cum you don’t know, he knew your body too well. at this point your head was slumped forward, your bottom lip were raw from chewing and biting them.

‘poor baby, you really need to cum don’t you?’

you whined nodding your head as he crouched down undoing the restraints he pressed soft kisses along your body, he ran his hands up your thighs opening your leg even wider.

‘you’re dripping wet, i could slide in so easily but do you deserve it? have you been punished enough?’

he ran his fingers through your folds, that action could’ve made you cum you were so sensitive now you moaned. grabbing a fistful of your hair he dragged you to your feet with him. 

'you're gonna finally get what you want'

he picked you up and set you onto his desk pulling boxers off, he pinned your legs open sliding into your soaking hole he groaned with how easily you stretched around him. his thrusts were slow painfully so, you were so wound up you needed more.

'fu--ck, toto...'

'such a desperate whore, being my fuck toy is all your good for'

he wrapped his hand around your throat giving it a gentle squeeze, your eyes rolled back as you let out a strangled moan you tried hard to keep your eyes open watch him fuck you relentlessly but you were so overwhelmed with pleasure, the way he slammed into you, his hands wrapped around your throat, the feeling of his cum lingered on your face - you felt like you were floating. he groped your breasts, pinching your nipples hard you let out a scream your nipples had been painfully hard for hours, feeling neglected it was almost too much now that he was paying them attention and of course he wasn't gentle leaning down he took your breast into his mouth biting and sucking on your nipples you let out a series of curse words.

'toto please...'

'beg all you want schatzi, you'll cum when i decide you deserve to be more than just a hole'

he grabbed your legs throwing them over his shoulder he slammed into you harder and faster, the only sounds were yours and toto's moans and the relentless slaps of his body against yours. he leaned in pushing your legs forward he had your practically folded in half, kissing you passionately you moaned against his lips he felt so deep inside you in this position you dug your nails into his arm. his arms hooked under your legs he picked you up still inside you he bounced you up and down his cock, it was so easy for him to manhandle your body in any which way he wanted you. giving your clit a pinch you let out a hoarse scream, gripping the headboard you clenched your pussy around his cock he chuckled circling your clit and whispering in your ear.

'look at me, you've taken your punishment so well cum for me schatzi'

finally giving you permission for something you'd been begging for all day, your eyes eyes half hooded you forced them open as you reached your climax, the waves crashing over you and hitting you hard toto continued to slam into you and rub your clit as your walls fluttered around his cock, you were more so screaming than moaning if toto hadn't had you folded like a pretzel your body would be convulsing with pleasure. your body fell limp toto's pace not letting up, you could feel another orgasm building so quickly, it was moments like this that really made you feel like toto's personal fuck toy and you lived for it - the way he fucked into you as you rode out your orgasm about to give you another not because he wanted to but because he was chasing his own climax which was nearing as his thrusts became to lose speed but there just as deep. 

'fuck baby, cum for me again'

he circled your clit furiously and you were seeing stars, cumming once again your mouth opening like it wanted to let out a moan or a scream but your body was so tired it couldn't. he groaned as you clenched your pussy it felt like you had his cock in a chokehold.

'fuck. schatzi, i'm. gonna. cum.' with every word he punacted it with a thrust, he moaned as he pulled out. he let go of your legs throwing them off his shoulders, pinning them open not that it was hard you were so pliable. gripping his cock he sprayed his cum all over your body hitting your breast, stomach and pussy. cum leaking out of his cock he slid back into you, he loved filling you with cum even just a little bit was enough.

'damn, you looked so good covered in my cum. your pussy, your body it's fucking mine.' he collapsed besides you catching his breath, he laced his fingers with yours pulling your hand to him pressing a kiss. you both laid there coming down from your highs, his thumb tracing circles on your hands grounded you, toto sensing that you were close to slumber he gave your hand a squeeze.

'baby, let me clean you up first'

'hmm, i don't care'

he chuckled pulling you up to your feet he practically dragged you to the bathroom, you looked yourself over in the mirror seeing for the first time the way his cum decorated your face and body which made your pussy throb. 

'you like being covered in my cum schatzi?' he smirked as he watched your reaction in the mirror. 

'you gonna be a good girl for me now?' you nodded your head, chewing on your bottom lip. 

in the shower now he washed you head to toe, cleaning away all evidence of the hours spent together. he wrapped a towel around, moisturising your body, dressing you, taking care of you like the gentlemen he was.

#toto wolff x reader #toto wolff smut #toto wolff fanfic #toto wolff x you #f1 smut #f1 x reader #toto wolff imagine

[copias-juicebox]

A taste of your own Poison

Pairing: Terzo x fem! Reader Words: 7324 Genre: one shot (or maybe two in the future?) Warnings: starts off innocent and turns into a little spicy rubbing up and down.. no actual smut though Notes: it's here. I wrote this to get Terzo out of my system. It didn't work. anyway here you go. Summaray: Terzo is an asshole, usinghis status too much. He has grown far too cocky for his own good. He sleeps around the ministry, breaking hearts until he meets you. You are not easily swayed. A worthy opponent for him.

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You‘d been walking around the ministry for about 30 minutes now. It was your day off and you decided to explore the huge building and its grounds a little more. You were a relatively new member of the clergy and so you were curious what this old, massive place had to offer. Maybe you could find any hidden places, secret passages or even just a small, calm spot should you ever be in need of solitude. You had no plan where you were going, your feet carrying you down a long hallway at one end of the building. You passed many great halls and pretty doors on the way. It was a friday afternoon and most of the clergy members had decided to spend the rest of their days outside since it was a mild, spring evening.

As you walked along the corridor you noticed a big oak door, with intricate patterns drawn on it in the corner to the left. You were not sure what it was but the door itself intrigued you and before you realized your feet came to a halt in front of it. You decided to see what lay behind it. You pushed the heavy door open and peeked inside.

The room that stood before you appeared to be an office with high ceilings, through the huge windows light flooded the area around the desk and you could see dust particles fly through the air. On either side of the windows stood a shelf with loads of books. The dark heavy curtains were pulled to the side and neatly held together by a clip.

„Saluti Sorella. What brings you here?“ a voice from the other side of the room startled you. You turned to the source of the voice and saw Papa Emeritus the third, standing there, to the left side behind the door. In the area, that was slightly hidden from the direct view of the door, stood two armchairs and a coffee table. Papa stood there awaiting your answer and smiling at you. His papal makeup impeccable, just his hair slightly hanging over his eyes.

„O..oh hello Papa.“ you bowed down to show respect. „I uh I was just wandering around actually. Not really intentionally coming here. I didn‘t think I would cross paths with anyone to be honest.“ you answered him a little blushing because you just wandered into Papa Terzos office without even knocking first. What a terrible way to introduce yourself to the beloved Papa. You reprimanded yourself.

Terzo stepped a little closer and smiled sheepishly at you. „I appreciate the bow, bella. I assume you know who I am then?“ he stood there, hands clasped together in a very collected manner.

„Of course I do Papa. Everyone in the Clergy knows you.“ you smile at him, hoping not to say anything wrong and fuck up the first impression he has of you, well not more than you already ruined it for coming in here without knocking.

„You flatter me Sister, but unfortunately I can‘t say I have seen you around, no?“ he cocked his head to the side, a frown forming on his handsome face.

„Ah yeah that is because I am a relatively new member of the Clergy.“ you told him, fidgeting in your spot.

„Hmm. And your name bella?“ he held out his hand which you looked at a little embarrassed and gave him your name and your hand, expecting him to shake it, when instead he bend down, one hand behind his back, the other one lifting your hand to his lips and kissing it. He kept his eyes trained on you and your slight gasp that escaped your lips was something he took pride in as a small smirk crept upon his face. „A pleasure to meet you Sorella.“ He let go of your hand and came back to stand in front of you. „And how exactly did you find my office?“ He looked from right to left as if he was seeing his Office for the first time.

„Well like I said I was just walking around a little, getting to know the place since I am still fairly new you see?“

„New to the ministry, huh?“ Terzo chuckled. Well you have found your way into Papa Emeritus‘ Office bella. I apologize for the mess here.“ he looked around the relatively clean space, just a few papers lying around and an empty cup of coffee stood on the desk.

Your eyes widened realizing you just ran into Papas Office. „Oh no it‘s not messy at all. Actually I have to apologize. I didn't mean to intrude like that you see I was just walking around and I saw this beautifully adorned door here and I wanted to see...“ you started rambling.

„It is quite alright sorella, I don‘t mind having you here.“ He interrupted you lifting his hands up and down again to calm you down. „This is actually my great grandfather's old office. He was also Papa Emeritus but the clergy was much smaller at that time.“ he said, gesturing to an old painting of another Papa above the fireplace. You inspected it and when your eyes dropped to Terzo he was overlooking a stack of papers laying atop of his desk.

„Uh I am not interrupting your work am I Papa? I can leave..“ Before you could finish he once again stopped you.

„My work for today is finished.“ he shook his head. „Besides you are my guest now. I need to show you some hospitality, sí.“ he grinned.

„I just don‘t want you to feel like you have to. I am fine leaving if you are busy and want to be left alone. I know you are a busy man after all.“ you tell him smiling softly.

„I appreciate the gesture, bella but it‘s not necessary.“ he put his hands on his desk leaning against it. „But I am not that busy.“ A moment of silence passed over you. You admired the room and the ambience the light created. „You look nice by the way.“ His sudden compliment pulled you from your momentary daze and you blushed slightly, not visible but you felt the heat creeping up your neck. Here we go. Not even a week in the ministry and he already is living up to his reputation you thought.

„Ah thank you Papa.“

„Of course. It‘s true.“ He chuckled „But you know, I bet you‘re even cuter when you‘re flustered.“ he began to saunter in your direction, around his desk.

You took a step back, regaining confidence „Papa.. don‘t even start please. I know what you are doing and I won‘t fall for it ok.“ you countered his obvious flirtations.

„Oh what am I doing Sorella?“ By now he stood in front of you. Not too close yet but you could see his face and eyes close up. „I am not flirting, Sorella, just stating the obvious, yes. You are cute and easy to embarrass.. And I think I‘ll try to make that happen.“ he smirked.

His words made you want to fight his charm. How dare he think he can just lull anyone into his arms. You might look like an easy target, easy prey for him to pounce on but you knew your way around men like him. He wouldn‘t be the first one to try and sweet talk you to lure you into his bed, just to kick you out when morning comes. No you were not going to give this man what he thought was so easy to achieve. If he thought he could play a game he was going to go against a worthy opponent. He triggered something in you. Something you had buried deep down. A sad and hurtful memory that you cherished but also wished you had forgotten.

„Well you try all you want. I am not going to get flustered by your attempts because I know your reputation Papa.“ you smiled at him sweetly, acting up.

„Oh yeah? My uh.. reputation you say? What exactly is my reputation sister?“ He stepped closer to you, his voice an octave lower now. „And are you sure? I bet I can get you so adorably flustered before the hour ends.“ he said teasingly.

With every word he said and the cockiness of how he said these words you felt yourself getting more and more competitive to show him how wrong he was. Obviously this man was not used to anyone denying him and you were going to do exactly that, you decided. You were about to teach this man a lesson.

„Oh I dare you. Try me. But don‘t cry when I don‘t give in“ you said confidently, raising one eyebrow at him. „And about your reputation you know.. the usual I don‘t think I‘ll have to explain.“ you shrugged.

„Oh, the usual yes?“ he stepped even closer making you take two more steps backwards now only a few centimeters away from the wall. „Well what are you going to do if I do this?“ he closed the gap between you, pushing you into the wall and caging you there with one hand against the wall. He tilted his head to the side inspecting your cheeks. „Now is that a slight, adorable shade of pink I see?“ he said cockily with a smirk.

Boldly you counter by holding eye contact with his mismatched eyes. „I am telling you Papa I will not give in to your attempts. I know what you are.“

He hums deeply „Oh and what am I then, bella?“ he chuckled, moving his face closer to yours. „Am I a flirt?“ he guessed. You could feel his hot breath on your skin and it made you slightly tremble.

„Not just that, no.“ You put your hand on his chest and pushed him away gently. „You‘re way worse than that. You‘re a womanizer.“

He laughed and his smile grew bigger as your hand hit his chest. „Alright you might be right. I will admit that. I mean come on I can never deny a beautiful Sorella. Satan did not give me all this..“ he looked down on his body. „..to hide myself away from the ladies.“ he smiled devilishly. „But what if I am? Are you going to stop me Sorella?“ he kept his cocky tone, teasing you.

„No. you may do whatever you want. You‘re Papa. But don‘t be mad if it‘s going to hurt your feelings.“

„Oh don‘t worry about that. I won‘t expect anything. Even though I can‘t say that I believe you would be able to resist me. I imagine many in the ministry have fallen for me.“ he smirked.

You wanted to wipe that smirk from his face. That absolute arrogant bastard. But he was right. He did have many admirers. Now that you were thinking about it you were sure there was not one Sister or Brother for that matter who wouldn‘t let Terzo do them however he wanted. You were sure that many of them would actually kill to be in your position right now.

It was well known that Papa was a very eager lover. He knew about his charms and he knew how to talk to women and men. Oddly enough his reputation of being a player hardly seemed to repel the other Brothers and Sisters. Maybe it was just a little different for most of them, being more open with their desires and sexuality but to you it was nothing you wanted. You had heard many stories, many nightly encounters between Sisters and Papa. They always ended the same way. They’d spend a night full of pleasure together and that was it. He would invite them again but if any of them had any romantic expectations they would always get rejected. It never stopped the other Sisters to try and shoot their shot. Some of them might be happy just to spend one passionate night with their Papa, others were hopeful to be the one for Papa, the one he falls for. Whatever their motives were you knew you wanted more than just a one night stand. You wanted, no you needed someone that was there for you, someone to rely on and someone you could trust. Someone that belonged to you and you alone. Someone you could share your most intimate moments with. And you were willing to wait patiently until the right one comes into your life. This man on the other hand was the total opposite of that. He runs around lusting and seeking pleasure in a different bed every night.

„Papa half of the clergy fell for you. And you know that so don‘t pretend you‘re oblivious.“ you retorted.

„So uh you‘re saying I am a heartthrob?“ he asked, still wearing that goddamn smirk. „Well if you think I‘m so irresistible then you won‘t be immune to my charm, will you?“ he said. „Maybe I should try to make you fall for me now?“ he joked.

You scoffed. This man. You were nearly speechless. „Good luck trying Papa. The knowledge alone that you are doing this to anyone in the clergy without any meaning is enough for me to never fall for your games.“ you shot at him.

„Wouldn‘t that just make me a better lover, armore?“ he quipped brashly. „I would call myself quite experienced. I understand how the female body works. You just have to let me take care of you.“ he purred in your ear.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, not believing what you heard. He backed off a little. „Very well then I respect your decision. But just to make sure…“ he moved in closer to you again „since you are so unaffected by me, you don‘t mind if I do this?“ he leaned in his lips mere centimeters from your own, his eyes observing your expression. He lingered there for a long moment waiting for your reaction.

You pushed yourself further into the wall. „Nope. Doesn‘t affect me.“ you answered, slowly feeling your self control slipping away. No you could not give him the satisfaction of winning this.

„Are you sure Sorella?“ he whispered. „even if I were to do this?“ he started to move in closer and for a moment you panicked thinking he was going to try to kiss you. Before he could do so you managed to swerve to the left, which resulted in him nearly kissing the wall.

„Oh no no you don‘t get to kiss me Papa.“ you shook your head.

He smirked blushing himself under his papal makeup. „Very well. You win. For now.“ he backed off. „But I can‘t promise I won‘t try again. I am a man of commitment after all.“ he stated, arms spread in front of him.

„You are a player, that's what you are. I don‘t want no player, no short lived night of love, no.“ you snorted.

„You don’t want one night of utter bliss and pleasure, no? We could do it more than once then.“ He snickered. You didn‘t react to his stupid remark and he continued. „Ok ok. I don‘t blame you. But let me warn you. I am terrible at rejection.“ he frowned and chuckled at the same time. He cleared his throat and added „You know this is nice. Just.. talking to a pretty sister like you.

„You call that talking, huh?“ you laughed out loud, throwing your head back.

„Well you didn‘t run away or slap me. That is something. And I have other topics of conversation if you‘d prefer. But I do have one more question?“

You frowned. „I have a hard time believing anyone here would have the balls to slap you. And you‘re papa, if anything they would love any attention you gave them. They are all going crazy over you.“

„Well if you knew how I flirt with some sisters you‘d understand my fear of getting slapped.“ he added sheepishly, earning a questioning look from you. „But you didn‘t answer my question. May I ask you one thing?“

„Ah yeah sorry. Sure, go ahead.“ you encouraged him.

He took a moment to form the sentence and you waited patiently now that he gave you some distance you could breathe again.

„Have you.. ever been in love before?“ Terzo asked, tilting his head. It sure was a strange question. One you had not expected him to ask you now all of a sudden. He remembered that one woman. He was still young then. How he tried to woo her, in his odd ways, he had even written her a poem. Unfortunately it didn‘t work. She dumped him and moved on. She found someone else. He hadn‘t forgotten her. He would never forget her.

Your expression softened. He was seriously asking you an honest question. „Well if i‘m being honest with you I don‘t think so, no. I‘ve had a few crushes yes but never once I would call any of them love. Why?“ You were curious why he was suddenly interested in that?

Terzo nodded. „I was wondering..“ He frowned „You see sorella, I have been in love before.“ He stepped closer again „I tried so hard to impress her. To please her, but.. I wasn‘t enough. She left and found someone else.“ his voice was distant now, as if he was lost in his own thoughts. He himself didn‘t know why all of a sudden he told you this. But something about you reminded him of her.

Hearing Papa share this intimate story with you surprised you. Suddenly you felt bad for him. You even pitied him when you saw his sad eyes staring into the distance. „I am sorry to hear that Papa. It was not supposed to be then. I am sure you will find someone else.“ you tried to lift his mood.

„I hope so.“ he sighed softly, looking up at the ceiling, exhaling. „But I fear she was my one true love. I doubt I‘ll ever be able to love someone like that again.“ he mumbled. „Do.. Do you know what it‘s like to have your heart broken?“ his eyes found yours again.

You shook your head „No.. No, I don‘t think I do. Since I have never loved anyone. I did feel some sort of thing for the guys I dated and they sure as hell hurt me but I don't think that feeling comes close to having a broken heart.“ You stood for a moment in silence. Terzo contemplating your words. „But do you want to hear my opinion Papa?“

„Hmm“ he looked up at you „Sure yes tell me what are your thoughts?.“

„I don‘t think that there is just one true love in this world. If you give yourself and someone else a chance, you can find the one that actually is for you. Just because you believe she was the only right one doesn‘t mean she was. If she rejected you i‘d even say she probably wasn‘t the right one yeah?“

Terzo blinked, his mind blown at her perspective.

"Hmm... I... You... You're right," he nodded, "That's quite some wise advice for someone like you." He chuckled, "Where did you learn that?"

You chuckled. „I don‘t know I just kinda have a „gift“ of seeing more than just one perspective on things. There is always a bright side to look up to. And most people don‘t see them when they are down. And I like to remind them because I want to help them.

"Well, you're good at it. I wish I could have that outlook on things." He looked down to the ground, head hanging low.

„Anyway“ he clapped his hands together and smirked moving on and changing the topic suddenly, "Do you enjoy your time here in the Ministry? I understand it can be boring, which is why I try to make my office as inviting as I can. So my, ah, „guests“ don't get too... bored." He teased. You noticed the very odd looking objects he had stuffed into cupboards or on shelves. Many of them surely occult, some more normal for an office space. Paper stacks, pens, organizers and envelopes and a magnifying glass lay on the desk, some decorative items such as a small statue of Baphomet and a small accompanying dagger with the sigil of Baphomet lay on the edge of his desk. In the other corner of the room on a podest lay a very expensive looking Satanic Bible. Next to the podest stood very high candleholders with halfway burned down black and crimson candles.

„Well thank you. I quite like it here. This place is to my liking.“ you replied „You managed to archive that with your office since i was intrigued enough to come in here.“

Terzo took a moment and looked at you before speaking up again. "Hmm, do you know that you're rather pretty, Sorella?" Terzo asked with a smirk, "I could stare into those eyes all day."

Papa was trying to get her riled up again, to see if he could get her to blush. But at the same time, he genuinely meant what he said.

Oh no he is back again now. I know what he is trying to do. He does not actually mean it that fucker. „There he goes again.“ you muttered to yourself. „It won‘t work man. But keep trying. You‘ll eventually have to accept your defeat.“ you responded.

"Oh, but that's because you haven't seen me really try. Maybe if I tried this...?" Terzo smirked, closing the distance between you again.

He put a hand under your chin and tilted your face to meet his gaze. He stared into your pretty eyes for a long moment, his own mismatched eyes full of fire.

"There's nothing I could do to get you to fall for me? Even this?" He asked. You smirked at him and visibly gulped. „If it was anyone but you Papa I might get weak. But you? No, I could never give you a chance.“ you explained to him.

"Oho, that's what you think." Terzo took a few breaths, steadying himself as he pushed her back into the wall. „Are you flirting with me Sorella? "You said anyone but me but I think if I really did try, you'd start to feel... something. Or maybe.. you already do?" Terzo smirked in return, still holding your chin with his gloved hand, "Let's try one more time, eh? What's the point of giving up so soon? He once again leaned in closing the distance more.

You stare into his eyes, face inches apart. „Papa I am honest with you. There is nothing you could do that would make me change my mind here. I don‘t want a guy to just play me and drop me when he gets what he wants. My self respect is too high for that.“

"And who says that's what I'm doing?" Terzo asked, tilting his head.

His other hand gently caressed the side of your cheek now, slowly moving back and forth on your soft skin.

"How do you know that I'm just a flirt? That I would just drop you like that?" He asked quietly. „You don‘t deserve to be treated that shitty, no.“

As much as you wanted to fight it, his words had an effect on you. You started to understand why everyone around you was so enthralled with him. He was a truly charming man. You knew that the moment he kissed the back of your hand in that smooth manner but you could not let him get to you.

„It’s very obvious papa. You‘re just trying to prove your point here. If I were to give in, the worst you would do is laugh at me and rub it in my face how you knew I couldn‘t resist the glorious and irresistible Papa Terzo. And at best you would seduce me into your bed for one night and the next morning forget about me. Don‘t think I don't know that kind of man! I may have never truly loved anyone but I had my fair share of partners over the years. They are all the same and I swore never to fall for someone like that anymore.“

"Oho, you say all that? And yet..." Terzo smirked, moving his hand away from your chin, only to begin caressing your collarbone instead before he spoke again. "You seem to be attracted to me? You may deny it, but you are, aren’t you?" He teased with his deep husky voice.

His touches and voice was slowly breaking down your walls, but you laughed it off, masking your growing attraction to his very essence. „You wish papa, you wish. I am just trying to be respectful because you are Papa. And I couldn't exactly slap you can I?“

At this point Terzo had to admit he was starting to doubt his impact on her. He simply wasn‘t used to any of the sisters denying him. In fact they all nearly fought to spend the night with him and this Sister here was testing his patience. It only made him desire her more.

Terzo let his hand slowly slip over your chest area, testing the waters of your comfort zone.

"Oh, you could slap me if you wanted to." He smiled, "I doubt you would, though. I think you like me." He moved his face an inch closer to your ear, whispering seductively. "I think you want me to do... this..." he breathed out.

He suddenly kissed your neck and as fast as he had leaned in he pulled back, the same smirk still glued to his face.

Your eyes widened and your heartbeat quickened when you felt Papa kiss your neck. It stunned you and for the short moment you got lost in the feeling before you could shake yourself out of it and regain your senses. You slowly pushed papa off of you. “Nope no. Don‘t do that. I never gave you permission to do that.“ you warned with a shaky voice, not sounding as nearly as convincing as you wanted to.

Terzo chuckled darkly, his eyes glancing upward as he let his right eyebrow twitch, "Hmmm... But I did it regardless."

He moved close to you again, smirking down at you. "It seems you lost all your composure, eh? And I thought I wouldn't make you squirm..“ the last part he mostly mumbled to himself.

You eventually wiggled yourself around between his arms and managed to get a little bit of distance between you. „You are the worst Terzo. You belong to horny jail. Really are you down that bad? I could give you a list of Sisters that would gladly spend the night with you.“ you nearly hissed, trying to get him off of you by luring him with another Sister.

„Ha so I‘m the worst? But you‘re getting all worked up over me bella.“ he smirked, his nose almost touching yours. „So, what? You‘re offering me someone else? Do you want me to take my attention off of you?“ a smug smile on his face.

God he is so full of himself you thought.

You pointed your finger at him. „Yes! Yes you are. You are enjoying this. You are even having fun doing this, you‘re insufferable.“ After you took a moment to compose yourself you continued. „And yes I could give you a list if you‘d like. If that gets you off of me that is.“

„Oh is that so?“ Terzo asked interested.

„Yes I know one Sister who would be perfect for you actually. She keeps talking about you nonstop. Terzo here.. Terzo there.. she literally never shuts up.“

„Now who is that Sister you are talking about, mh?“ he wanted to know. Of course he wants to know. That horny motherfucker. „What is she saying about me? Does she think of me often, yes? Does she think of me in bed?“ At this point he was probably creating scenarios in his own head, You assumed.

„Oh look at that. Someone interested, huh?“ You teased him.

He looked back at you. „Give me her name bella. Let me talk to this lovely sister. Perhaps she can be my little plaything for the night?“

The scowl on your face was instant. „Are you fucking serious right now? All you‘re going to do now is use the poor girl and then throw her away?“

„She‘s not a poor girl if she wants me.“ He lifted a finger. „Now tell me what‘s her name?“ Papa leaned in his mouth close to your ear now, whispering „what is her name bella?“, nibbling on your earlobe. He was messing with you and you knew it but it actually felt so good you had to pinch yourself to shake him off of you.

„If I am going to give you her name you promise me to be honest with her and make your intentions clear? She will not get hurt by you?“

„Of course bella. I am not that cruel. “ Terzo grinned wickedly. „I promise you this yes? No tricks and no deception on my part.“

You contemplated for a moment and ultimately decided it was not your responsibility and both were adults who clearly would enjoy each others company so you gave him the name.

„Sister Emma. It‘s sister Emma. She has the biggest crush on you.“ you sighed

Instead of backing away from you as you expected him to, he kept you between his arms.

„Hm Sister Emma you say?“ Terzo smirked. „What has she been saying about me?“ His Hand slowly, carefully moved towards your face, his gaze wandering to your lips. He couldn‘t hold back his now mischievous smile.

„Satan please Papa, you should ask her yourself don‘t you think? And stop touching me! While you ask her you can touch her all you want or all she wants yeah? So you can keep your hands to yourself right now.“ you tell him, lightly struggling against him. You were not really trying to get out of his grasp. You didn‘t feel threatened by him but you were adamant of telling him off and you wanted him to be the one realizing his defeat, which he apparently couldn't or wouldn‘t anytime soon.

„Hm but what if I don‘t want to stop touching you? You are attractive, after all.“ Terzo smirked, pressing his body further into yours. His gaze shifted to your lips and he reached his hand behind your head to move it closer to his own. You realized what he was about to do and your eyes widened. This time he was about to lock his lips on to yours and you quickly pulled your hand up and put it in front of your face so his mouth connected with your hand.

„I am not your little plaything Papa!“

„Hmm you‘re so close.. yet so far“ he mumbled against your skin. “You want me but you‘re denying it. Why Sorella? Why do you not let me pleasure you?“ his hand wraps around your hand now holding it in place as he starts softly kissing your wrist now.

„Tell me Sorella, does this hurt or does it…“ he paused nibbling on your sensitive skin. „Or does it feel good?“ You could not deny that man knew what he was doing. His mouth felt amazing against your skin but you would not let him toy with you. No, in fact you had an idea.

You were shocked he was being so gentle. „Lord please, you are insane really. How do you even come up with this on the spot? You wiggled around, purposely rubbing against him, pretending to try to get out of his grasp. „Papa, if anyone sees us like that they will get the wrong impression.“ you tried, sounding disgustingly cute, even to your own ears.

"Hmm? What's the problem with that?" Terzo smirked, moving closer to your neck. His voice was gentle yet still full of his playful charm.

He moved his face slightly so he was close to kissing the crook of your neck, "Does this... Make you uncomfortable?" He whispered, slowly moving his lips up on your skin.

You wiggled around more, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck, making goosebumps run up your spine. „Papa please..“ you pleaded, sounding desperate and lost.

He groaned „Mhm, that only makes me want you more.“ he chuckled and started nibbling on your skin.

You gasped, it wasn‘t like you were not expecting this. You knew he was going to do it but the prickling feeling on your skin, everytime his lips connected to your skin was not something you got used to easily. Terzo moved down to your collarbone, leaving soft kisses and nibbles there.

„You‘re enjoying this Sorella..“ he mumbled against your skin, with a playful yet dangerous tone in his voice. „Say you like it..“ he whispered.

At this point you were sure he was doing this mostly to prove a point, not to you no but to himself. He was obsessed with you agreeing. He needed you to say it, to give in and you knew he would not stop if you didn‘t. But you were not finished with your plan yet. You needed him to get frustrated before you could get to step number two.

„No.. no I don‘t.“ you whispered back.

"Yes you do, bella... I can tell.." Terzo replied, nibbling at your collarbone again.

He moved his lips to your neck and kissed it. "Tell me you enjoy this..." He kissed your neck again. "Tell me you enjoy the way I touch you..."

Terzo smiled down at you, his gaze still fixated on your neck. Lord he was obsessed with your neck. He looked like a predator, like he was getting closer to his prize.

Your eyes fell shut and your arms came to rest on Terzos shoulders. Just a little more. You thought. „No please just let me go. I promise I will send Sister Emma to you right away.“ you fake whined, your breath hitching towards the end of the sentence. You were nailing this.

Terzo chuckled quietly, his lips still attached to your skin. He was moving to the other side now, repeating the same actions. „Do you really want me to stop?“ His face lingered against your skin, caressing it with his lips and tongue. „Say you want me to continue.“

„N.. no please stop.“ you stammered. Now was the time. You started to move against him, rolling your hips forward directly into his, the movement painfully slow.

Terzo groaned and his body froze for a split second. You had him where you wanted him.

Terzo ran up his hands over your hips, his voice becoming more and more seductive as he whispered to you, "Do you feel that?" He started nibbling your neck again, "Do you feel... how you want more? How you crave my lips against your neck?"

Terzo breathed softly against your ear, "You want me..." He moved his lips to your face, his words full of confidence and lust.

You pulled him closer to you, so his body was now pressed flush against yours. He took that as a sign and hummed, pushing your legs open with his knee, moving impossibly closer.

You waited patiently for the right moment to strike, craning your neck for him to get better access. He welcomed your action by attacking your skin, trailing hot kissed up and down until he reached the spot right under your earlobe. For a moment you relished in the feeling, but eventually you had to make your move. You suddenly grabbed his shoulders and spun him around, switching your positions, his back colliding with the wall. You pinned him down, grabbing his wrists so he wouldn‘t get out of your grasp too easily. „Okay Papa, enough of your teasing.“ You stared at him, face just a few centimeters away, waiting for his reaction.

Terzo gasped. „Oho Sorella..“ his deep voice echoed in the room as he grinned up at you, his pupils dilating, full of desire and lust. You had just triggered something in him. His eyes dipped down to your lips and he couldn‘t stop thinking how beautiful and lush they looked from up close.

„Well I‘m impressed.. I didn‘t think you would do such a bold move on me.“ He looked to your arms, pinning his wrists to the wall.

You mustered up your most seductive gaze and looked him straight in the eyes, mumbling to yourself. „Now where were we..“ your eyes wandered down on his body, pressing yours further into his as your face came closer to his neck this time. You started breathing heavily into his ear and your started grazing his skin with your lips and teeth softly, moaning quietly as you pressed soft, lingering kisses onto his flesh.

The man in front of you shivered, a mix of pleasure and anticipation building up in him. His eyes fluttered closed as he took a deep breath. „Ohh.. my.. Sorella..“ Terzo stammered out as your lips connected to his neck.

You worked your way down his neck until he bucked his hips forward. You smirked against his skin and started to lick that spot, softly nibbling and sucking on it.

He hissed „Uh yess..“ You looked up at him with your mouth still attached to his neck and he looked slightly vulnerable. It surprised you and deep inside of you something was coming undone. You sucked on the spot even harder making him slouch back into the wall. His breathing became labored and you knew you had to keep going.

„My neck.. is so sensitive..“ he muttered. „And you‘re so gentle sorella…“

Your hands started to roam over his slender body, while your mouth moved up to his jawline, kissing him gently. You made your way to his ear and whispered „Papa you‘re so kissable.. and so tasty.. I wonder how you really taste.“ you continued to nibble on his earlobe which earned you a throaty moan and a whispered „Cazzo“. You chuckled „Are you enjoying this Papa?“ you asked seductively, lifting his shirt up to feel the bare skin of his stomach. Your fingertips softly, ghosting over his soft flesh.

The man under your fingertips shivered as he answered you. „Oh yesss sorella..“ his voice trembled and his eyes were still closed. His breathing became more ragged and rapid with each passing second that you worked on him. „This is..“ he sounded completely lost in the moment right now. „..incredible Sorella… I want you. You‘re so good with your mouth.“ he moaned.

You nibbed on his skin more. „I am just returning the favor, Papa.“ you stated with a sultry voice.

Terzo bit his lip, stifling a moan as his breathing became more shallow. „You are going to be the death of me..“ he said, finally looking back at you and capturing your chin with his hand and pulling you closer to his face. In his eyes were blazing flames now you could see them burning hot for you. „Let me taste you Sorella..“ he nearly begged?? You were not sure if you heard correctly but he sounded quite desperate. Your plan was working out better than you expected.

You raised one eyebrow at him. „Papa I haven’t even started yet. You replied cockily. „Let me take care of you, yes? You deserve this. You deserve to feel good, ok Papa?“

To accentuate the point of your words you rolled your hips into his, you continued to rub up and against him with sensual moves as your lips latched back onto his neck. Terzo couldn‘t even answer he threw his head back against the wall with a thump and moaned out loud this time. You began to move faster against him and you could clearly feel his hard erection against your thigh now. You angled your body differently and rubbed the head of his cock against your throbbing core, a jolt of pleasure running through you and you couldn‘t hold back your own needy moan that escaped your own lips.

Your underwear was now drenched, you were certain and you yearned for more friction. Thank Satan that beside being worked up yourself you could still control yourself. It was all going to be worth it just to see his face after this.

Terzo apparently was doing much worse than you. He was completely lost in the feeling, his hands started to run down your body, every curve and bump he was grazing, until they found their way to your ass. He grabbed it and pressed you harder into his own hard cock, guiding your movements against him.

„Ahh Sorella.. what are you doing to me.. please don‘t stop.“ he moaned. You kept rubbing into him, feeling your own arousal leaking down your legs.

„Keep going…“ Terzo groaned, eyes never leaving yours. He couldn‘t believe how much pleasure he was experiencing with that many clothes still attached to your bodies. In fact he never experienced anything like this. It turned him on. A lot. For the first time ever he began to get worried he might come in his pants if you kept going like that.

„Tell me Sorella..“ he was breathing hard. „Do you want me?“, as the words left his lips, a small moan escaped him again.

You didn‘t answer him, just hummed against the crook of his neck. „I want many things Papa.“ you successfully evaded his question. „And I do need to get laid some time soon.“ you told him honestly. „But I don‘t know if you‘ll be the one for me.“ you still teased him.

„Tch..“ he sighed and ran his fingers through your hair. „Why do you have to be so cruel to me amore?“ „Sweet Satanas you're turning me on so much..“ his voice became more desperate. „Why won‘t you let me take care of you, mh? You can take care of your Papa after that?“ he suggested.

Your eyes found his mismatched ones. „Do you…“ you looked away shyly.. „Do you want to make me moan Papa?“ Your gaze coming back to his own. „Do you want me to moan for you? Do you want me to scream out your name?“ You rubbed your leg against the bulge between his legs, acting all innocent and cute for him.

He quivered under your touch, breathing in again. „Yess.. I.. I want to make you moan and scream. I want you to call for me as you come undone for me.“ he wrapped his loose arm around, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back, while the other continued kneading your ass. „I.. I want this, I want us.. I want you…Please…“ he pleaded breathlessly, in his eyes now a mixture between vulnerability and desire. An odd combination for someone as cocky and overconfident as he was.

You distanced yourself from him, laughing out loud, head rolling back. „Now look who is at my mercy now.“ Terzo whimpered at the loss and stared at you with big puppy dog eyes.

„Now you got a taste of your own medicine Papa. I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted. It will never happen again.“ you exclaimed proudly, smiling down at him. Terzo stood there dumbfounded, back still leaning against the wall, slightly slouched down. It was a sight to behold. You could tell he was lost. Lost for words and certainly lost for what to do now. Not even a frown was forming on his features.

„Now if you‘ll excuse me. I have work to finish. Have a good day Papa.“ as you started to walk away you suddenly remembered something and turned around. „Oh and uh should I send Sister Emma over? You know she might help you with your uh.. condition.“ you gestured to the very visible tent in his pants, winking.

#ghost band #ghost #papa emeritus #tobias forge #ghesties #ghost sweden #myedit #the band ghost #terzo #papa emeritus iii #terzo x reader #terzo x you #terzo fic #my fic #papa emeritus iii x reader

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Monster mash

Synopsis: Vampire!Reader is captured and to be killed during the hunt. Jack and Ted to the rescue!

Jack Russell X Vampire!Reader (they/them), Platonic Ted friendship too

Sorry Avatar fans but the little werewolf guy got me (I have like 3 different vampire/werewolf blogs so this really isnt a surprise)

Sequel

The Bloodstone manor was a frankensteined mass of ancient wood, marble, concrete and metal. The old home was gutted and wired into the 21st century. There was a sprawling once overgrown garden reworked into a modernist labyrinth. With all the new amendments it was a marvel it'd retained even half of it's beauty. Though perhaps dangling from chains at the center of the maze did rob some of its charms for you.

Your arms ached after the hours hanging in that position as you tried another feeble attempt as tugging your hands free. Your toes could just barely scrape against the stone bellow and kept you from getting better leverage. Still you tried to pull yourself up the chain again even if you quickly slipped and snapped back down hard.

You yelped before you dropped your chin to your chest with a deep frustrated sigh. You'd been un-gagged once they'd hung you here, you could shout out? Though who amongst the guests would do anything but laugh at your predicament. Hell best they'd offer would be a swift end.

Your lament was interrupted by the sounds of someones approach. He moved slow and carefully into the circular garden you hung in. All hunters seemed to have striking appearances but you couldn't help appreciate his. Beautiful suit, salt and pepper hair swept neatly to the side and intricate paint framing a handsome face.

It was daft to be admiring your soon to be executioner but simple pleasures were all that remained now. So you would enjoy the curve of his lips, the slope of his nose and those dark eyes at now fixated on you.

You stared back at his now frozen form. It was a little amusing seeing him frozen mid stride like a cartoon character. Though levity turned sour quickly as you kept focus on him. The man seemed to grimace at you, a lip curling slightly before his face smoothed out again. You frowned, confused at him before he began walking towards you.

A shiver of panic ran through you. The chill of the night suddenly present and sending goosebumps across your skin. The fizzing ran to your fingers as you tugged more frantically on your restraints.

"Woah woah hey! hey!" Jack whispered as he came closer to the now frantic vampire. Verussa Bloodstone had made the horrible announcement that she'd had one caught as an extra surprise for everyone. Jack Russell had met a few in his years. Some blood crazed and beyond help but a few definitely worth protecting.

"I am unarmed, please be still!" He whispered over the rattling of the chains. He cringed, first at the sound then at the reddening skin around their hold. The vampires body was filthy, clothing tattered and hair greasy. How long had they been captured for? There was no blood on them, had they not fought back?

The vampire's body stopped thrashing a moment and they snapped a wide expression to him. He felt a lump in his throat. Even hanging there they were a vision, with beautiful sad eyes staring back at him. The momentum from their struggled kept their body turning. They kept shifting their head to try keep him in sight. Jack moved into view, circling to keep himself visible to them as he looked up at the chain's mechanism.

You watched the man with uncertain eyes. His quizzical expression as he took in the chain, the stone above it was affixed to, it's anchoring. Your heart rate settled as you observed him, his calaveras paint made the little changes to his expression more visible in the low light. He didn't look like was going to strike a blow any time soon.

"My names Jack...Um...can I just..." He stammered as he stepped closer. You remained frozen, raising an eyebrow to him. "I'm going to see if I can get you down..." He continued, mumbling his words.

Jack stepped in closer again, meeting your eyes again with his hands raised. Waiting for permission to touch you?

"Please." You said, not liking how horse it came out in front of this hunter. Then his face split into a crooked smile that sent butterflies straight to your stomach.

Meanwhile Jack tried to stop the shake from his hands as he wrapped his arms around their legs and lifted. He was momentarily surprised by the cool sensation before he realized he'd made contact with your bare legs.

"Mierda, sorry..." Jack said as he tried to adjust his hold. His lift took the weight from your arms and you couldn't help a groan that escaped your lips. The ache in your arms relieved a moment you relaxed in his hold despite your sudden nerves.

"Y/n." You said, still keeping your eyes on him.

His hands felt hot against your skin and sent a buzz through you. This close you could catch the scent of him easier. It was intoxicating, one part deep forest in the rain with a touch of musk and something warm. It awakened an entirely different hunger.

Jack tried desperately to avoid your gaze locked on him, instead focusing on the chain. He felt bad enough for gripping your thigh even if your sigh proved he'd helped ease the pain. Still it was no time to be ogling you especially in such a compromised position.

"With the slack, do you think you could free your hands?" Jack asked. You shifted in his grip, leaning into him as you tried to tug the knotted chain. You could feel the heat radiating from him but tried to remain focused on the task at hand.

Your scent all but consumed Jack now. His face so close to the base of your throat and chest. It took enormous will power for him not to nestle in closer and take it in. He felt embarrassed enough with how fast his heart was pounding, he didn't want to add to that.

"Someone's coming." You whispered. You paused your attempt to quiet the rattling and listened out. Past Jack's heartbeat you heard another, slower and approaching.

Jack cursed, lowering your legs slowly and gently before shifting away. A panic bubbled in you again. He was going to leave you here? Of course he was, he was a hunter wasn't he? Then he turned back, soft hazel eyes locking onto yours.

"I'm here for my friend, Ted, I'll draw them off, find him then we'll come back for you okay?" He promised with a sincerity in his smile that had you convinced in a second. You nodded, smiling tightly back at him.

Jack ran off into the maze, shoes slapping loudly against stone. The approaching hunter veered off course and you listened to them fade away. Then you were alone again, pain singing loudly up your arms.

You started swinging your legs. At first in some attempt for escape but it gradually grew into a way to waste a little time. Ticking like a pendulum in the growing chill of the night. You hoped Jack would be back before your arms died entirely.

You were brought out of your daze by a fresh scent lilting through the breeze. The familiar notes of nature but different, fresher somehow? You stilled your waving legs, letting your rocking slow until you were hanging rigid.

The smell lingered, strong and close but you couldn't hear the pattering of Jack. Though as you strained you did hear another heart approach. Then another behind you beating strong and steady. You were going to try turn when another hunter entered the circle.

He wasn't Jack. He was taller, broader and his smirk was cruel. He stalked forward like a predator, eyes raking up and down his prey. You squirmed under his gaze and let out a low hiss.

"Well, pretty sure you were meant to be a prize for the winner~" He purred as he approached. He put a hand on your hip before harshly pushing you. The chain spun you in circles as he laughed.

"Oh this is just too good!" He jeered. You thrashed violently, trying harder to pull free.

In glimpses you saw his laughing face, then something looming behind him, then a mass of roots and nature and blazing red eyes. Then he was screaming in a burst of bright flame, flesh searing and turning to ash in the claws of the hunts real target. A creature unlike any you'd encountered before but that held that same earthy scent Jack had.

"...Ted?" You breathed out. You had to suppress a squeak when the creatures massive head snapped up to you. The pieces seemed to fall in place in that second as Ted's face shifted, his eyes softening to you.

"Ted!" You smiled gently as his great clawed hand reached to you, stilling your spinning with the ease of just one finger. "Your friend Jack was here."

Ted's eyes widened and a low grumbling came from deep in his chest. He sounded surprised but appreciative, though whatever words were in the rumble escaped your ears. You didn't even have to ask as his other hand gripped the chain. It melted away and you dropped to your feet, what was left clattering from your wrists to the stone floor.

Your balance was gone and you tipped forward on unsteady legs. Ted's hand was raised still and you caught yourself on his thumb. He looked to you with sympathetic eyes as you tried to stretch out the strain in your shoulders.

"Thank you Ted," You said, patting his hand as you tried your legs again. More stable this time you took a few steps and feeling seemed to return to you. "We should stay low, avoid the hunters until we can find your friend?" You asked.

Ted nodded deeply shifting back the way he'd come, pausing briefly and looking over his shoulder to you. You jogged after him, glad for him accepting to your tagging along.

You shifted quietly through the maze, listening carefully before taking corners. It was harder for Ted, the bloodstone was affixed to his shoulder and seemed to be causing some amount of pain. Every few steps he growled against the sting.

Another hunter passed ahead and Ted grabbed your body in one hand. He dove back into the shrubbery with you now dangling in his hand. It was odd to be held by him, feeling more like hanging from a tree limb than a hand. Vines and moss seemed to grown against his skin, little glimpses of flowering plants amongst blades of grass up against his shoulders. He was a lovely creature and the idea of the others hunting him made you suddenly furious.

Ted made an odd grumble turning slightly. You wanted to ask but where sure now you'd only be met with more grumbling growls. He let out a louder roar pushing a clawed hand through the shrubbery.

You primed yourself to pounce out for a fight but the rumbling in Ted's chest sounded more like a pleasant chuckle.

"Hey! hey! What's up?" Jack cooed. Through the ivy Jack met eyes with his old friend, a delighted smile spreading across his face. He reassured him through the small space before Jack spied Ted's other hand.

"Oh you found them! Good good, this makes things a whole lot easier!" He grinned up at you with a slight wave. You returned it, wobbling unsteadily in Ted's grip, before holding back onto his hand.

"Oh...um Ted? Maybe you could let them down again?" Jack smiled nervously. Ted rumbled a response but gently placed you back on your feet. "Well yes but they are okay now, right?"

Jack's eyes met your confused expression.

"You understand him?" You asked.

"Yes of course." Jack answered matter of factlly before moving on to share his plan. You shrugged to yourself before you heard another approach.

Jack and Ted both reacted too. Ted immediately had you by the shoulders and was pulling you off to hide again, whilst Jack scrambled away. You ran along side Ted keeping pace with his strides. He wailed again as the bloodstone burned against his skin.

Pity for him swelled again. Ted was being so kind to you, he didn't deserve to be trapped in here in so much pain. Jack at least understood that too but why was still a mystery. Hunters of the past may have had a different code but these days it was kill first ask questions never. Why was he different?

You hid again against the smooth stone peaking into the gloom for anyone sneaking up on you both. Ted slumped against the ivy with a groan. Still he kept an eye down the other side with his back to you. You were glad he seemed to trust you, it'd been a while since you'd had a real ally.

Ted's claw hooked your arm, tugging you towards the shrubbery. You turned spying the bearded hunter approaching it. You stiffened ready to pounce if he drew too close but he was distracted. Another hunter yelled to him and he spun.

Ted reached a hand out gripping the hunters head and setting it ablaze. You leapt out to the other hissing and bearing fangs but stilled. Her weapons were lowered and her hands raised so you snapped your mouth shut. Ted roared furiously at her but she remained still, then she addressed him.

"Your friend is waiting for you both." She explained.

Ted grumbled pleasantly his body relaxing as Elsa lead you both back through the labyrinth. You jogged on the rear keeping a head spinning back for the other hunters. You could hear them all around, approaching the thundering footsteps of your new friend as he ran.

An explosion rang out ahead of you, Elsa diving to the side as some rumble from the wall bust out towards her. You slowed to a stop as Ted ran ahead to the gash in the external wall. Elsa flung a grapple out pulling the stone from his back as he ran out.

He bellowed pleasantly and you couldn't help but laugh. Elsa and Jack beamed as you jogged towards the hole. The stone shone on the floor, angry red light that made your eyes water. You practically snarled as you passed it and sprinted across the grass.

You paused when you heard a strange sound, followed by a grunt. Where was Jack? In the gloom you could make out the hunters circled around him, prone on the ground. What was he doing?

"Ted! Ted stop!" You called quietly as you tried to catch up to him. He stilled vines whipping out from his body as he turned. Ted chirped and tilted his head to you.

"Jack! Something happened he's still back there." You exclaimed. Ted made a groaning sound before he scooped you up again. You'd stopped being surprised by this now and instead gripped onto the moss of his back when he placed you there. He could be surprisingly nimble for such a large creature, moving swiftly back through the labyrinth and up to the manor.

"Wait stop here." You called slipping down off his back to land on the ground. "I'll sneak in here, we have to figure out how to go about this without getting caught again."

Ted grumbled some approval looking around before pointing off to the glass domed roof. You nodded and he jogged off towards it as you kept low around the side of the building. There were windows and doors but the likely hood of an alarm being triggered was high.

It took some time by you found your way to an open door. An elderly man walked through and past into the halls of the home. You wedged a foot in the gap letting him walk on before slipping through.

For an awful few moments you worried an alarm would blare. That they somehow had more security that would descend on you again. Had you fought harder, risked killing those who hunted you first maybe you'd never have ended up here. Then again if you had perhaps you'd still be alone.

All signs showed you were too late. A commotion in one of the rooms drew your focus and you slipped in with armored figures before the doors shut. Jack was gone and Elsa remained in a cage at the center looking terrified. The other figures spun around the room but missed your sudden appearance. It was only when a werewolf dropped from the ceiling you realized you were the least of their concerns right now.

You rushed the cage as attention fell upon the figure tearing into the security. You could barely take your eyes off the attack. Wild fur, pointed ears, snarling and claws. All was a blur of motion and snapping.

"Elsa!" You called to her. She was already moving to climb out of the cage but you bent the bars ahead of her. She frowned a little but smiled to you with a curt nod. She clambered out as your eyes focused again on the werewolf, preparing to fight back if it came to that. Something in it's scent caught you then, a warm musk and his face still painted.

"Christ is that Jack?" You asked watching again as the werewolf leapt to another foe. Elsa didn't respond just rushing to the wall to grab a sword before the hunter in white reappeared. It had to be right?

You sensed the hunter diving to the side as they took a swing. You tucked and rolled bashing into the wall. You looked up stunned feeling the nights events hitting you harder now than before.

The bloodstone matriarch was in front of you the vibrant stone flashing and you hit the wall again. You let out a shriek and collapsed to the ground, black spotting in your vision as you spied Jack hurling himself at her.

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Jack awoke as he did most nights after a full moon, though maybe feeling a little worse than normal. His body ached from the change, his mind reeling and confused as he tried to piece together the events that lead him here.

A soft song drifted on the morning breeze as he groaned pulling himself out towards Ted. He struggled to his feet, cloak wrapped around his naked body against the morning chill. Ted offered him tea and he took it moving to sit with his friend as he recollected himself.

His hands shook. Elsa? He'd been trapped in there with her. He asked Ted but his conscious was clear. She was fine and well back at the manor. Ted and him joked as he began to feel more himself. The night coming back to him in reverse he was startled by another thought.

"Wait our new friend, y/n, the vampire?" He asked Ted in a sudden panic. Ted shifted his leg chirping an explanation. He'd smashed into the estate, scooped up this one and took them with him as he ran off to find Jack. They now laid curled up in the shade Ted provided at his feet. Sleeping soundly in the dewy grass it seemed.

Jack admired their peaceful expression before Ted mumbled something. Jack felt the heat rise to his cheeks and he huffed.

"No! I was just worried they were still caught is all." He grumbled, crossing the cloak in tighter as he buried himself in the tea. Still considering Ted seemed to have taken a liking to their new friend, perhaps it wouldn't be so hard to convince them to come along?

#werewolf by night #ted #my fics #jack russel x reader #jack russell x reader #marvel imagine

[siasthoughts]

« INFORMATION GATHERING »

CONCEPT; YOU PAY AND ASK FOR A DIFFERENT TYPE OF INFORMATION FROM HIM.

TOPICS/CONTENTS; ONESHOT . DOM!F!READER . READER HAS EXPERIENCE . PORN W PLOT . BLOWJOB . BEGGING . PRAISING (M!RECEIVING) . MY FIRST FIC SO IT MIGHT BE BAD 😓

I INDICATED STAMPS WHERE THE GOOD STUFF STARTS IF YOU'RE ONLY IN FOR THAT LAWLSIES

WORD COUNT; 1.6K

you were new to this 'maga killing' job, and all you've been doing since you got hired was be some type of coffee woman, and doing office-like work. but yesterday, you finally got a call from yoki telling you that you got picked out for a job. so here you sat, on the couch within saragi's headquarters, waiting impatiently for the organization's information broker—tatsuomi ban.

you reached out to the folder filled with information, flipping pages and observing the papers. "do you take personal requests?" you ask, but without looking at him. your fingers continue to trace along the paper as you read and stored the contents of it in your head. "depends of what type of request that is, ma'am!" he enthusiastically answered, "i'll personally pay you, for a certain type of information about yourself."

his smile drops slightly out of confusion, but he quickly regains it as he decided to pry more into your 'request.' "what type of information would you like?" he questioned. and you finally look at him, simply signaling with making an 'o' with your index and thump and inserting your other index through. now it definitely woudn't be your first time doing this type of thing, but it's been quite a while, and you just wanted a little release.

tatsuomi's expression changes, his face now being mixed with shock and surprise. but it wasn't negative at all, in fact he was excited, especially to do it with such a pretty lady! "how much is the pay?" he voices with an interested tone. "what do you think of ¥170,000?" you ask, resting your back against the soft cushion of the sofa. his smile seemingly shines even brighter when he hears the price, such easy money for doing something so simple and pleasurable no? "i accept this request of yours! and i'll take ¥10,000 off for you, we can make it ¥160,000!" he offers, though he sounded a bit stingy, you nodded.

"when and where?" he grins,

"after i finish this mission, meet me back here at 8 in the evening." you respond sternly, propping your palms against your knees to help you stand up. "see you later." you do a small wave without looking back at him as you exit the room.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

8:21 PM

you sighed, walking into the building to be met with a now-calmed down restaurant. an energetic voice greets you, "oh hi! welcome back miss! do you wanna eat something or are you going straight to the office?" a girl with her hair styled in two buns—yaya—greets you. you sat down at one of the stools in front of the kitchen itself, "can i get a quick takeout of fried rice and chicken?", "oh of course!" she quickly responds.

"auntie! one fried rice with chicken for miss!" she continues as she shuffled to prepare the food, "also, there's this blonde man who came back just a few minutes ago asking if you're at the office..." your eyes flash toward her, "is he still there?" you ask calmly, "i mean, i think so. i didn't see him leave." she answers. "okay, i'll come back, and please add another order of the same thing, and make it dine-in thanks." she nods as you stand up to leave and go up to the second floor.

you creak the door open to see him sitting at the couch, soundly asleep with his head slumped down and arms crossed. you walked quietly toward him, crouching to get a better view of his face, though half of it is still covered with his hair, you tap at his knee softly. he woke up, slowly coming to. he realizes it's you and his smile quickly forms, "oh, you're finally here! so-" you cut him off, "let's go eat first, come down." you stand to go down, hearing his steps quickly follow behind.

"yaya, is our food done?" you enter the lively environment of the restaurant again, "yes! two fried rice with chicken, it's ready here!" she places a two plates on the bar and you insinuate him to sit by patting the stool beside yours as you sit down. you both start to eat your food in silence... before tatsuomi speaks up to ask, "so, where are we going after this?", "my place." you replied with a straightforward answer. the rest of the meal was a quiet one, the silence only filled with the mixed noises and talking by the other customers.

you finish your food and thank yaya and auntie, you stand to leave and tatsuomi follows you eagerly, walking by your side. "by the way, you'll get your pay beforehand, so don't worry." you elaborate, "okay! but how far is your place anyway?", "it's just down the street, over there, it's that building." you nod your head a bit to point towards the decent complex two buildings ahead. "alright!" he says with energy, and you guys walk in peace and quiet.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

9:02 - THE GOOD PART.

you're both now at your apartment. you take off your overcoat and throwing it over your couch. your apartment was a decent size, perfect for one person and easy to clean, it was cozy and minimalistic. he coos in awe as he looks around.

"come with me," you take your shoes off, putting it on the rack that sat next to your bedroom door as you entered, "lay down for me will you?" you softly instructed. you see him gulp as he slowly laid his back onto the soft mattress. "good, is this the first time you're doing it?" and he purses his lips together, seemingly taking it as an insult, "no, i've done it quite a few times in fact!" his voice now defensive. "then why do you look so nervous?" you trailed your fingers along his chest, making him quite breathless.

"i-it's just that a woman as beautiful as yourself initiated such things with me..." he pants, his chest rising and falling faster. "well thank you." your lips stretch into a small smile as you slowly undid his top, your skin grazing his hot flesh and making him let out a small groan. his hands claw at your sheets, "don't be so impatient now." you quietly laugh at his eagerness as he lets go of the fabric, and try to keep himself nice and composed. what is it that you have that's making him so crazy and sensitive? it's like each touch you have sends fire across his body.

"shh... be patient, tatsuomi..." you teased, your index and thumb now resting around his nipple, playing with it as you slowly licked around the other. you made sure to keep it painfully slow that it would only bring him ever only so close to his high, but fast enough that the tension will continue to increase. he whimpers as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand and his body writhes under you, begging for more. you now wrap your lips around his nipples, sucking softly, making even him a little louder than he was. "what's this..." you sneer, grinding your hips against his lower half and feeling something stiff form against your thigh.

he looks down toward his hardened cock, his hips twitching and grinding, satisfying himself with the very small friction through the clothes. "please, please, please..." he quietly begged like it was a chant, "now... who said you could do that?" you said condescendingly as you moved your lips up against his neck, biting on it lightly but hard enough to leave a slight mark on his tender skin. your palm slithers toward his wrist and keeps it pinned down, yet he pulls a futile attempt to wriggle out of your firm hold as you continued to abuse the flesh at his neck, making lewd noises spill from his mouth like honey.

"please-"

"please what?" you interrupt, "tell me what you want."

"touch me pretty please..." he said in defeat as he subconsciously beat himself against your clothed pussy.

"as you wish." you replied with a sinister voice.

your hands work their way to unzip his pants and you see the indention of his dick through his underwear, a small shock runs through you, but it was nothing but fuel for your arousal. you take the last layer of clothing off and his cock springs up as he lets out a relieved breath, his breath slowing down a bit now, and you didn't like how his adrenaline was going down. you frown, wrapping your hands around his hard-on. a whine escapes him as his back arches, you find this turning you on even more.

you open your mouth, positioning your lips above the head. you tease the tip with your tongue first, licking around it. his breath gets faster, his whines grow more breathless as his body starts to shakes under your touch. "does it really feel that good?" you jokingly ask before taking him into your mouth. his hips buck, causing his dick to go deeper down your throat, making you gag a bit. you frown at the feeling, but you look up at him and seeing him in such a state aroused you. his back arched, head thrown back and sensitivity across the roof.

you start to bob your head, letting his cock hit the back of your throat as you try to adapt to feeling. you feel his palm go to the back of your head, his hand shaking as he rests his fingers in your hair. "w-wait- i'm going to... i'm close...!" he whines out, his grip on your hair slightly tightening. he starts to thrust into your mouth, but you take him out of your mouth right before he hit his climax. "h-huh...? why-why'd you stop?" he pants in desperation. "i have a better plan." you smile with a sinful expression.

i got lazy so i'll leave the rest to your imagination 💀

#gokurakugai #tatsuomi #tatsuomi ban #tatsuomi x reader #tatsuomi ban x reader #x reader #reader insert #fanfic

[shoyoist]

— 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 : hanma shuji.

content: gn!reader. rooftop sex, rough sex, size kink (?), a hint of fear play (with heights) term 'slut' used affectionately, two instances of the term 'daddy'. lots of petnames and praise. love confessions & a mention of marriage.

⠀⠀⠀⠀— . ｡˚ ♡ hanma fucks you with the city spread at your feet.

the night sky stretches vast and void, the dull glow of city lights tarnishing its darkness as it covers the entire nation and beyond, overhead.

"d-doll," hanma's voice groans hoarsely in your ear, words stuttered, with the pleasure that coarses through his entire body. "fuck, this feels good, yeah?"

"mhm." you whine, head thrown back so your eyes meet the faint, singular blink of light in the midnight sky — venus, you think. venus, looking down at you and your lover as you get fucked by him, on the terrace of your brand new home.

"mhm, mhm," you repeat over and over, unable to part your lips and have anything other than pitched, breathy moans come out of your mouth, with how good his big, big cock is thrusting in and out of you so fast, kissing your sweet spots meanly every time he snaps his hips in.

with the force of his next shove, your fingers slip from the smooth, polished steel railing that you're bracing yourself against, and you let out a yelp—

but it's okay, because hanma's arm is securely wound around you, his hand wrapped around the base of your throat, as he bends you over the balustrade and fucks you, letting out a laugh in return to your cry. "careful now, sweetheart. wouldn't want ya fallin' down to the ground — right after we made it all this way up."

your heart races, with both the effect of opening your eyes and seeing the city glimmering like a pool of gold and precious jewels at your feet, and the delicious feeling of having hanma fuck you so good like this, above such a beautiful view.

taking in a breath, you grip the steel bar again, holding yourself up so hanma can resume his pace — but he keeps holding you, pulls you closer, even, as he angles his thrusts higher, leaky cockhead dragging past your favourite spot.

"tell me, now." he breathes, bare chest pressed to your back, the jacket hanging loosely around him brushing against you every time he pushes in. "feels good, yeah?"

you can barely respond, hurled into an indulgent daze by the slap of his skin against yours, muscled body hot and heavy over you, his enticing scent of smoke and cologne intoxicating as he leans you over the railing, cool midnight air kissing your skin as you gasp. "yes, shuji! feels s' good."

"heh," he kisses the side of your neck. "god, i love you. my precious lil slut."

"you love me?" you whine, always ready to latch onto every bit of romance he offers you, tug and pull at it till he stretches it out for you, allows you to savour and soak in it.

he grunts at the way your hole flutters around his cock, blonde and black locks of hair plastered at the sides of his face with sweat, as he bends down to whisper in your ear, "'course i do, baby. i love you with all i've got. 's why i kept my promise."

and you can barely form full sentences, much less think about any golden promises he'd made to you years and years ago, but you knew — you knew, that he'd promised you this.

promised you that he would run away, take you with him, and that one day, some day — you would rule the city together.

and shuji glances down, eyes lidded and hazy with pleasure, at your hand as it tries to maintain its hold on the railing. glances at the ring sparkling pretty on your finger. "promised i'd marry you one day, didn't i? promised you all this — all these riches, all this fuckin' wealth. 's what you deserve, baby. i love you."

"love you too," you whimper, as he tightens his hold around your throat, tugs your face up towards him so he can kiss you. "daddy."

at that, he smiles widely against your lips, the urge to fuck you senseless and stuff you with his cum, right here on the rooftop of your brand new penthouse spiking as he kisses you again, sliding his tongue in your pretty little mouth.

"daddy's gonna fill you all up, alright?" he mumbles, tone deep and heavy as it resounds in your throat, and you swallow, body aching for release. "mhm, wanna — wanna cum with you, shuji. please."

his exhale is hot against your skin, as he wraps his arm tighter around you and bends you further forward, lips moving to latch onto your neck again, as he brings his other hand down between your legs. "whatever my little doll wants." he rasps, fingers brushing your heat and making your body jerk against his, sensitive and responsive. "anything my precious angel wants."

"hah, nngh," you moan, legs wanting to give way so badly, but you hold yourself up, with hanma's help, as his cock hits you impossibly harder — he pushes your legs further apart, knowing you want it harder, faster, even though you can't even speak properly anymore with how lost you are in the ecstasy he's feeding you.

your eyes cross when he lands a slap on your hip at the same moment that his cock fucks as deep into you as it can go, and the cityscape below you goes blurry as you start babbling incoherently, desperate to let hanma know you're close, so close.

the muscled panes of his chest heave against your shoulder blades as he gasps, throws his head back and catches an eyeful of the night sky above, as he feels the band in his core snap. "fuck, 'm cummin' sweetheart. take it, take it, a-alright?"

it's hot, despite the cooling late night air — so hot, and you think you nod, sobbing out for your shuji to hear that yes, yes you'll take it all, and he groans again, at how your walls spasm around him lushly as he tries to keep up the speed of his thrusts through the pleasure clouding his mind, so god damn good.

"'m cumming, 'm cumming," his words hitch in his throat and turn breathy as they fall off his tongue, and the hand that's serving as a necklace for you moves to grip your jaw, turn your face around so he can look at you, beautiful in the glitter and glow of the city below.

you've fallen too deep into the elation of how well hanma fucks you to comprehend anything anymore, but you still let out another moan when he slaps your thigh again, kissing you rough and sloppy as he finally reaches his high, emptying loads of thick, hot cum into you as he steals the breath from your lips, kiss after kiss. "sh-shuji!"

"come on, baby," he moans, rhythm going all erratic, but still thrusting into you so harshly that you see more stars than you ever could, looking up at the sky. venus has companions, now, but you can't even acknowledge them in your enamour. "cum with me, like you wanted to so bad."

"mmh," you sob, as he coaxes the orgasm out of you, while his cum fills you up and leaks out, drips down between your legs as he keeps going, and you flop onto the balustrade, losing all strength in your body as your high washes over you.

and hanma coos in your ear as you cum on his cock, standing on the edge at the top of your brand new luxury home that you've bought for yourselves, together — he coos praises and love confessions to you as your eyes roll back with how good he makes you feel, holding you up against himself and cloaking you with his smell as you ride out your high.

he promised so long ago, that he'd put a ring on you, that he'd rule a city with you one day — and though hanma's not one to keep such golden promises, for you, for you, he would do it again and again.

"i love you, baby." he whispers, as the cum trailing down your thighs and legs pools onto the floor; as more of it spills out of his cock into you, to join the mess below. "i love you, so much."

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Kinktober Day 25

Uniform/Authority Kink - Minho

!dom Minho

It wasn’t often that he brought home his costumes from on set, he much preferred to leave them behind and come home to rest for the night before going back to work the next day.

This was different however with his latest drama. His role is that of a policeman, and you have never quite seen him so into a job before. You shouldn’t really be surprised, with the amount of times he would bring out his military uniform because he looked and felt oh so good in it, a cop get-up is only a little different.

“Come here,” Minho calls out to you from the other side of your house, “I need your opinion.”

You get up from your comfortable position on the couch and skip down the hallway in the direction of his voice. Your jaw drops when you see him in uniform, it is form fitted and tight, and you suddenly become just a little bit jealous that the world is going to see him looking so damned handsome.

“Well, hello there officer,” You purr, falling into your role with ease, “How can I help you?”

Minho stifles a groan at how easily you succumb to his desires, it is so natural to you, that he doesn’t even need to ask you to begin a scene. You aren’t an award winning actor like Minho, but you have enough experience from helping him that you find it very easy to improvise, especially when there is something in it for you.

“You know what you are here for,” He replies, “Come into my office for questioning.”

You nod solemnly as he turns, fighting the urge to grab his ass when you follow him into the study. He sits at his desk, and you sit opposite him, resting your hands on the table as you await for him to go on.

“Did you do it?” He asks bluntly.

“Did I do what, officer?” You ask him back, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Minho angers quickly, slamming his hand down on the desk and you jump in fright, your heartbeat accelerating so fast. You try to remain calm but he is livid, and it terrifies you.

“You can’t avoid this,” He warns you, now trailing his fingers over your hand, “I need a confession, and I’m not afraid to force it out of you.”

A threat. One that has your cheeks flushing red, intimidating you a little, but turning you on a lot. How are you supposed to overpower a man with a gun? He is at least a foot taller than you, and he is solid muscle from the neverending array of sports and fitness he partakes in. You are no match for him, but that only excites you more, because you always put up a fight.

“I have nothing to say,” You reply, before digging your grave deeper, “Good luck getting a confession out of me, cop.”

Minho stands up, quickly reminding you of your place, of his power, and you quickly regret your sharp tongue.

“I always get a confession,” He murmurs, grabbing the neck of your shirt to drag you up onto your feet, “I make these appointments after hours so that nobody hears what I need to do to get them either.”

You are in trouble now, as he roughly guides you up against the wall. You feel the hard metal of his gun in the holster on his hip, and you are sorely reminded that you have no way out now, except to confess.

“There won’t be a confession,” You argue, turning your head to the side as he licks up your neck to your ear, “You’re sick, using your power like this.”

Minho chuckles, one hand moving to grab your breasts through your barely-there shirt, as his other hand reaches for the elastic of your leggings to begin tugging them down your legs.

“Relax,” He murmurs, “I’m here to make you feel good… I wouldn’t be deserving of a confession if I didn’t give you something, would I?”

You raise a brow at him, trying to understand what he is offering. He isn’t there to hurt you… but to pleasure you? And you are suddenly so much more fucking aroused, following him back to the desk as he strips you naked, though his clothes remain mostly on.

“You better make this good, officer Choi,” You push him, spreading your legs once you are seated, giving him the perfect view, “If you do well enough, maybe I’ll remember what it is that I was meant to hide from you.”

Minho glares at you, unbuckling his belt to let his pants fall down, the fabric pooling at his feet as he steps closer to you.

“You don’t get to threaten me,” He growls at you, his hand instantly settling at your core as you spread your legs wider, “You’re in more trouble than you realise.”

You smirk at him, though you instantly regret it as he thrusts two fingers into you without warning. You grip to his shoulders to steady yourself, maintaining a daring eye contact with him, though you are scared.

“I will get a confession,” He assured you, “But I’m not sure how good you are going to be at speaking when I am finished with you.”

You know him well, and you know that when he wants to, he can fuck you to a state that no other man can. He makes you almost brain-dead, an incoherent mess… and that is exactly what he is going to do now.

“Yes, officer.”

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[pankowperfection]

Can't replace me

Summary: Rafe find's your sex toy and smut follows

Warnings: smut, sex toys, mutual masturbation

Rafe had offered to help you move into your new apartment, glad you would finally have your own space so he could stop sneaking into your room at night so your parents didn't know. He could finally spend as much time with you as he wanted, fuck you as loudly as he wanted. He was daydreaming about all the possibilities: cooking dinner together, snuggling in bed on a rainy day, spending the night and waking you up with sex. He hadn't complained all day, carrying everything that was too heavy for you and assembling your furniture with a smile once it was inside.

The two of you had taken a break to order some take out, sitting on the couch and sharing some beer. "Thank god you're feeding me, I thought you were going to let me starve." You shove him playfully, jumping up to answer the door when your Chinese arrived. "Please, if you starved then who would help me finish unpacking all this stuff?" He pretends to be offended, scoffing as you bring over his fried rice. "Seriously though, let's hurry up and eat this so we can finish putting everything away." "Your wish is my command y/n," he blows you a kiss before digging in. As soon as you finish he stands up, taking the trash over to the bag in the kitchen.

The trouble starts when he gets into the boxes of your clothes for your dresser. You're in the bathroom putting away towels as you hear him call out for you. "Mind telling me what you need this for?" Your eyes fall to his hands, seeing him holding your bright blue rabbit. Your cheeks instantly heat up, embarrassed that he's seen your sex toy. "Well, sometimes when you aren't around I need something to get me off." You try to shrug nonchalantly, not wanting it to be a big deal. You can tell by the look on his face that he isn't pleased. "So you're telling me that you use this as a replacement to me?" "Not a replacement really, more of a substitute." He chuckles darkly, plan already forming in his mind.

He grabs you quickly, spinning you around and tossing you down onto your bed. "Rafe, what are you-" he's on top of you instantly, pinning your arms above your head as he crashes his mouth to yours. You moan against his lips, kiss already making you wet. He pulls back, hand sliding into your shorts before he starts pulling them down your legs. "Since apparently this does the trick for you, I wanna see just how much you enjoy it." He settles between your thighs, legs forced apart by his large frame. He gives your entrance one lick, your back arches off the bed at the contact as you moan out his name.

He roughly thrusts the toy inside of you, giving you no time to adjust before he turns on the vibrations. You thrash around, pleasure so intense since its on the highest setting already. His blue eyes are glued to your core, watching your walls swallow the toy as he thrusts it in and out. "This how you do it baby? Fuck yourself nice and hard while it tickles your clit?" "Fuck Rafe, feels so good." "I have an idea," he shuts the vibrations off, letting you recover as he just holds the toy in place. "Show me. Show me how you get yourself off."

He pulls the ottoman over to the edge of the bed, shedding his clothes as he takes a seat facing you, stroking his cock slowly. You lean up on your elbows, silently questioning if his serious with a raise of your eyebrow. "Don't be shy baby," he gives you a wink, starting to work his length a little faster. You follow his lead, knees falling open to give him the perfect view of your pussy. You turn the toy onto the medium setting, slowly thrusting it in and out, stopping when it slides in to let the bunny ears tickle your clit for a few seconds. Rafe lets out a groan, already leaking pre-cum from the show in front of him.

You slide one hand up to your breasts, rolling your nipple between you fingers as you moan loudly. "Tell me how good it feels baby, let me hear you." His features are pleasure drunken, slight flush to his face and sheen of sweat on his glorious body as he brings himself closer to the edge. "Fuck Rafe, feels so good. Wish it was your cock." He lets out a string of curses, abs tensing as he falls apart, cum covering his hand. Seeing him release sends you spiraling, eyes screwed shut as you squirt around the toy. You switch it off quickly, vibrations almost too much to handle in the aftermath of your orgasm.

"Shit y/n, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." You laugh as he crawls up onto the bed with you, pulling you into his side. "So not mad about the toy anymore?" "Fuck no, I think we should get some more. See what ones make you cum the hardest." After a few minutes of cuddling and brainstorming on what sex toys to buy, you head to the shower together. Of course you end up pressed against the wall with his cock buried deep inside you. Unpacking can wait until later.

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[the-anxious-youth]

I am Crazier - Chapter Two

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Dark!Targaryen!Reader/OC (fem)

Summary: After giving Aemond your eye in place of your brother Lucaerys’, the two of you return home to your respective families and deliver the news, an interesting offer comes your way.

Warnings: canon typical violence, gore, body horror, reader herself is a whole ass warning, Targaryen incest, no NSFW but still 18+

Author’s Note: I wanted to dive into reader’s past so flashbacks will be in italics. While this is written in an x reader format, some characteristics of hers were created by me, and she has the typical Targaryen hair and eyes, hence why it could be read as an OC piece. I hope you enjoy and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list!

Word Count: 4,200

Chapter One

Aemond was silent as he flew back to King’s Landing, internally recounting the events that had just transpired. The image of you, his niece, gouging out your own eye was seared into his brain. He pondered how you could do such a thing for someone you claimed to despise.

He knew you handed over her eye to protect Lucaerys and not for his own pleasure, but there was a nagging feeling in his gut that your actions could lead to something more.

The two of you got along decently in your childhoods, as Aegon was the more frequent target of your rage. He never knew when to shut his mouth, and as soon as he brought the legitimacy of your brothers into question, you made it your mission to put the brat in his place.

Your parentage was rarely questioned as you were lucky enough to possess the long, silver hair that was famously Targaryen. The purple within your irises also suggested you were of pure Targaryen blood, which was closer to the truth than most people realized. You were conceived right before Rhaenyra was wed to Laenor while the young princess visited a brothel with her uncle Daemon. It didn’t take a genius to infer the identity of your father, but you appeared purebred enough for people to question it.

Aemond didn’t care much for the discussion of his nephew’s lineage, at least not until his mother advised him to. He didn’t care much for you either. Your borderline insanity always had him on edge, hence why he tried his best not to bother you.

As King’s Landing came into view, he prepared himself for the large quantity of questions he shall receive. Vhagar landed his feet upon the ground as Aemond claimed of the magnificent beast. His grip on his satchel was tight, and the knowledge of what’s inside weighed heavy on his mind.

While walking through the halls of the Red Keep, he mentally practiced what he would say to his family, especially his mother. He knew her quite well, but was unsure of the nature of the reaction she would have at your actions.

The guards outside the throne room bowed their heads out of respect for the young Prince. As the door opened he saw his older brother lounging on the throne as if it were a measly chair. His mother, Alicent, stood next to him and appeared to be involved in some form of conversation with her son.

In addition to his mother and brother, his uncle Otto Hightower stood on the opposite side of Aegon, and was listening intently to their conversation. Helaena stood beside her mother, but seemed to be lost within her own mind. She was the first to meet Aemond’s eye.

The sound of the great doors opening caused the remaining parties to turn their heads. His head was held high as he walked with an air of confidence.

“Aemond my dear, do come closer. Your brother and I are pleased at your return. I do hope you have some good news to share.” Alicent always had a special connection with her second born son, as was visible to anyone who spared a glance at the love displayed on her face.

“I do have news, but whether or not it is positive, I cannot say.” He closed the distance between his family members and himself, and mentally prepared for the difficult conversation he was about to have. Both his sister and mother wore looks of concern.

“Very well. What do you have to share?” Otto spoke calmly yet firm.

“We have gained the support of house Baratheon, but the events that transpired at Storm’s End were quite… unexpected.” Instead of explaining further Aemond reached towards the satchel within his coat and pulled out its contents.

The shock was evident on all four of their faces, and the two women gasped out of fright. A blood-covered eye rested in the palm of his hand.

“Aemond, what have you done?” Alicent’s voice trembled as she looked deeply into her son’s eye, silently asking for more context.

“I did not remove this eye from its owner, it was gifted to me in an effort for a truce.”

“From whom?” Suddenly Aegon spoke up, his interest piqued at the sight of the dismembered organ.

“Y/N,” Aemond muttered quietly as if it were a sin to say her name.

“She gouged it out herself as payment for the eye her brother stole from me.” The room went silent at the admission. Alicent was horrified that her niece would do such a thing. Otto appeared to be deep in thought, probably mulling over what her actions meant for the two families. Amusement was obvious on Aegon’s face, as he was not nearly as surprised as everyone else. But the most disturbed of them all was Helaena.

Aemond may not have been close to you, but his sister sure was. You were both viewed as odd, with Heleana and her bugs and you and your unbridled temper. Despite being polar opposites, you spent a large amount of free time together. When you weren't training with your brothers, it was not uncommon to find you lounging with your aunt.

A mixture of emotions rushed through her body. Anger that her brother would tempt her niece to do such a thing, fear for how this would affect your life, and sadness at the reality of the feud between their families, but the most prevalent emotion was longing. It had been a while since the two of you had last seen each other, and Helaena missed you greatly.

You were the only person who didn’t brush off Helaena’s predictions. You would intently listen to every word, something that Helaena greatly appreciated. Whenever Aegon had the gall to insult his sister, you would jump right to her defense.

After combat training with her brothers and uncles, Y/N had spotted a beautiful spider made of brown and blue, one which Helaena would love. Crouching down, she gently trapped the spider between her palms and immediately raced off to find her best friend.

Heleana was the only person outside of her Velaryon family she adored. To her, they were not aunt and niece, but sisters with a great deal of respect between one another. As she ran through the castle halls, a joyous smile laid on her face.

Y/N found her friend stitching a picture of a butterfly, and the latter looked up as her niece-sister loudly entered the room.

“Helaena, Helaena, I found something for you!” She sat down next to her and slowly opened her palms. Helaena let out a gasp and immediately smiled. No one appreciated her love of insects like Y/N did, and she was honored that the young girl went out of her way to make her smile.

Y/N was used to the looks of fear that constantly adorned the faces of those around her, but Heleana never held a single ounce of fear behind her eyes. Much like Jacaerys and Lucaerys, she knew Y/N would never raise a hand to her or put her in harm’s way.

The love between the young aunt and niece was one of a pure kind that would melt the heart of the cruelest barbarian. When they looked at each other, they didn’t see princesses of Targaryen descent. They just saw a person full of love who was often labeled peculiar or odd.

“Thank you so much, dear Y/N,” said Helaena as the spider crawled into her open hands.

“He’s beautiful.” They sat in a peaceful silence until Aegon spoke up, his words vile as usual. The short haired prince loved to complain about his sister, and today was no different.

“Only a wretched creature such as yourself would find beauty within an insect.” With a look of disgust, he stared down at his sister and niece.

“I cannot believe I have to marry a woman as delusional as yourself.”

“What’s delusional is your distaste for a lady as lovely as Helaena. I cannot tell whether you are ungrateful or just downright ignorant. Anyone would be lucky to spend their life with such an incredible person.” Y/N’s previously gentle gaze had turned to one of ice and stone.

“Are you implying that you would take my place?” A tone of hilarity rang throughout the challenging statement. Aegon enjoyed pushing Y/N’s buttons, and this was no different.

“I would marry Helaena in a heartbeat had it been permitted by the gods.” Confidence bled through her words, a stony look upon her face.

“Wouldn’t that be wrong, neice? A relationship without a man would be fragile, just waiting to be interrupted.” The mischievous grin on Aegon’s face did not go unnoticed by Y/N. She stepped closer until the two were only centimeters apart and whispered in his ear.

“What would be wrong is a prince without a cock.”

To emphasize her point, she raised her knee to roughly press at his groin while leaning back to look deep in his eyes. Aegon tried to appear unaffected but Y/N knew he was rattled. Her smile was off putting, and he knew her threat was a serious one.

As if nothing happened, she strolled back to Helaena and sat down next to her once again. Aegon rolled his eyes but decided it was best not to push her any further.

“Is Y/N alright?” Helaena shakily inquired.

“I believe so. Despite the bloody cavity on her face, she was of a tranquil manner.” Helaena let out a sigh of relief, but it was obvious she was still struck with worry.

“You didn’t pressure her, did you?” Alicent warily questioned. As much as she loved her son, she knew he had become cold in the years since the confrontation with his nephews. Many were afraid of the wrath that laid beneath his pale exterior, but she hadn’t forgotten that Y/N was not one of them.

“Of course not, mother. It was her brother I wished to unnerve.” Aemond was almost offended that his mother could think he would harm someone of which his heart held no ill-will.

“Apparently she found our long-standing quarrel tiresome and offered me her eye in exchange for its end.”

A bitter chill fell upon the room as the reality of Y/N’s action set in.

“It appears our precious niece is still as crazy as in our youth,” Aegon muttered, breaking the silence. In all honesty, he was impressed at the vehemence of the devotion she bore for her brothers. He could even picture the wicked smile on her face as she clawed her bloodied eye from its socket.

He remembered the night Aemond lost his eye as well as his brother did. While he missed the quarrel itself, the story his brother told was one he would not soon forget.

You had been peacefully resting in a bedroom at Driftmark when your slumber was broken by the sound of angered voices and pattering feet. Such things often led to conflict, something you would never fail to include yourself in.

Bare feet padded against the stone floor as you followed the hushed whispers through the halls, eventually ending up at the entrance to the dragon pit. Baela, Rhaena, Jacaerys and Lucaerys stood parallel to a boy with blonde hair who you immediately recognized as Aemond. They appeared to be arguing, so you hid yourself behind a wall to eavesdrop.

“Vhagar is my mother’s dragon.” Baela’s words were soaked in anger.

“Your mother’s dead, and Vhagar has a new rider now,” Aemond replied cockily. He was a boy who usually reeked of insecurity, but none could be found at the moment.

“She was mine to claim!” It was apparent on both her and her sister’s faces that they were appalled at their cousin’s actions.

“Then you should have claimed her!” Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could picture his smug expression.

“Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride, it would suit you.” Suddenly Baela lunged at Aemond, but was harshly thrown to the ground. Rhaena threw a punch towards his jaw, but he was faster than her, and retaliated by socking her in the nose.

“Come at me again and I’ll feed you to my dragon!” He began fighting with Jace, and you came out from behind the wall in case you had to step in. You would have loved to beat your young uncle unconscious, but you had been recently scolded by your mother for fighting your brother’s battles for them.

‘They will never learn to defend themselves if you’re always protecting them, Y/N,’ Rhaenyra’s words echoed in your mind, and as much as you hated to admit it, she was right. You wouldn’t always be there to keep them from harm, so it was about time they learned how to win a fight on their own.

You were starting to get worried until Aemond got knocked off his feet and was suffering the punches of Lucaerys and the two girls. It seemed as though the fight had been won, but then your brother’s throat was seized by his foe. Aemond stood up with his hand wrapped around Luke’s neck, and in his right hand you spotted a sizable rock.

Your breath caught in your throat as he lifted the stone above his head, his intent to strike blatant. As you took a step forward, Aemond hauled another insult at your kin.

“You will die screaming in flames just as your father did. Bastards.” You had enough of his taunting and started treading towards him, keeping your footsteps as light as possible.

“My father’s still alive,” replied Lucaerys, and your steps faltered. You knew he wasn’t aware of his lineage, and you were furious that he would find out this way. Aemond chuckled at his realization of your brother’s naivety.

“He doesn’t know, does he… Lord Strong.” Jace pulled out a knife as Aemond shoved his brother toward him. Despite his best efforts, his uncle was the better fighter, and he was quickly subdued as his back hit the dirt.

Aemond once again raised his arm, but was met with sand in the face. You smirked at Jace’s dirty move, knowing full well you were the one who taught it to him. Closing the distance between Aemond and yourself, you had every intention of putting him in a headlock when he was sliced across the face by Lucaerys. He gripped his now bleeding eye and fell to his knees, only to hear a cruel chuckle.

Aemond looked up and saw none other than yourself, and the crazed look in your eyes told him he had fucked up. Had he known his niece was present, he never would have dared to dig into her brothers about their parentage. The once smug smile on his face immediately turned to a wince, and you reveled in the dread behind his eye.

“That should teach you to watch your tongue!” You laughed joyously, mocking the mutilated boy in front of you.

Up until that moment, you bore no animosity towards the second born prince. He feared you like everyone else, and did his best to leave you alone. The second he disrespected your family, he became just another human that needed to be reminded of his place.

Aemond tried his hardest to conceal how frightened he was, but you saw straight through his cloak of lies.

“Nothing I said was untrue.” His voice shook as he tried to defend himself. Despite the terror streaming through his arteries, he never broke eye contact with you. He mentally prepared himself for the beratement he would no doubt receive.

Much to his surprise, you grinned as if you had just landed an arrow through the heart of a great buck.

“It seems you have forgotten your place, boy. I shall be more than happy to remind you where you lie in the hierarchy of this family.”

With your right hand you harshly gripped Aemond’s jaw, turning his face to inspect the gaping hole of which blood was pouring. Your eyes met his blue one as you thrust your thumb into the slimy orifice, causing him to yelp. The hoarse scream he struggled to choke down fell out his chapped lips as your nail met his optic nerve. Crimson ooze sept down his face and you leaned closer until your faces were millimeters apart.

“You would be wise to remember this moment the next time you dare think about bestowing harm upon my brothers.”

Alicent nervously paced around the throne room once the reality of her son’s situation set in.

“I know Rhaenyra well enough to know that she will be furious when she hears about the actions of her daughter. She may point the blame towards you, Aemond, since it was your disputation that drove her to such ends.”

She turned to her second born son, a combination of wariness and frustration visible on her features.

“You should never have accepted this from Y/N! We are on the brink of a war I wish to avoid. I understand the malice you have towards Lucaerys deeply, but involving the unstable daughter of the woman attempting to steal your brother’s throne will most likely have unsavory implications.”

Aemond’s heart tensed at his mother’s words. He opened his mouth to speak, but she went on before he could utter a word.

“We are trying to mend the relationship between our family and theirs, and here you go throwing a rift in our calculated plan. What if Rhaenyra wants revenge? Y/N is her only daughter after all, and the rift between our houses is greater than ever.”

“There is something you are forgetting, mother. This eye was given to me by Y/N’s own will. I did not ask her to do such a thing, therefore-“

“But she did it with the purpose of ending your feud! Lucaerys deserves punishment for stealing your eye, but Y/N does not. You know just as well as I do that her madness is not to be underestimated. If she convinces Rhaenyra to go to war for the crown, there’s no telling how far Y/N will go to win.”

Everyone was quiet, mulling over the words Alicent had just spoken. After a short period of time, Otto broke the silence in a calm and collected voice.

“If that is so, then we must appease them in some way. Should we keep Aegon seated on the throne, we will have to barter a truce. The only way Rhaenyra and her family will bow the knee is if we offer them something in return.”

“Have you forgotten that we already sent her terms?” Aegon commented sarcastically.

“Then we shall modify them to ensure she agrees.” It was clear Otto was formulating some sort of plan.

“What do you intend to offer her?”

“It must be in her best interest to accept.” Aemond wondered whatever was swirling around in his grandfather’s mind, but knew it was nothing good.

“What in the seven hells happened to you?!”

The glance at her daughter’s disfigured face appalled Rhaenyra, and sparked all sorts of questions in her head.

“I paid a debt,” you affirmed as if it were obvious. Looks of confusion could be seen on everyone in the room besides Lucaeyrs and yourself.

“To whom, Lord Borros? You owe nothing to House Baratheon.” Your mother all but begged for context on the gory orifice where your eye once was.

“We encountered Aemond while at Storm’s End,” Lucaerys muttered, and Rhaenyra gasped as she began to piece together the events that had transpired while you and your brother were away.

“He took your eye?” The looks of horror on every person’s face turned to one of fury. Daemon in particular appeared ready to cut someone’s head off for mutilating his daughter in such a way.

“Quite the opposite. His badgering of Luke became tiresome so I offered my eye instead of my brother’s.” You smiled proudly, watching the gears turn in your mother’s head. The silence was deafening, until it was broken by Daemon.

“I imagine Aemond’s reaction was quite amusing.” His smile matched your own, and his heart pervaded with pride. Out of your family, he was always the most supportive of your insane actions.

Despite not being present during your early years, the tales of your madness had reached even him. He had pondered how a child of his niece could act in such a way, but when he met you in person on the day of his late wife’s funeral, he immediately knew you were of his blood. For starters, you looked nothing like your brothers, bearing long, flaxen hair and piercing purple eyes. Ever since his marriage to your mother, he made an effort to support you, even when you were clearly in the wrong.

“Indeed it was, dear uncle.” While the both of you knew of your relation, you acted as uncle and niece to deter people from accusing your mother of being a whore.

“He tried his hardest to appear unbothered, but I took one look in his eye and knew he was rattled to his core. It took everything in me not to burst out laughing at his feeble attempts of intimidation.” Daemon was impressed, but Rhaenyra most certainly was not.

“How could you scar yourself for someone like Aemond? Need I remind you of the insults he spewed towards our family the last time we met?!” Your mother was furious at how you permanently disfigured yourself for an enemy without an inkling of wariness.

“I would rather lose eye than let an imbecile like Aemond take one of Luke’s.” Rhaenyra couldn’t tell if she was more proud of the love you bore for your brother, or angry that Aemond even tried to maim one of her children in the first place. She let out a great sigh while slowly shaking her head.

Daemon walked towards you and put his hand on your shoulder, emulating his pride towards you.

“I bet Alicent and those walking burdens she calls children will think twice about crossing this family again.” Your father was never a kind man, but he treated his secret daughter with the utmost respect as he held her in high regard.

“I need a drink,” muttered your mother. She began to ask more questions, but this time in regard to the message you were sent to give to Lord Borros. Your brother did most of the talking as you were off in your own mind, replaying the events that transpired at Storm’s End, a snide smile never leaving your face.

The next few days were uneventful as you were ordered to rest to ensure your eye, or lack thereof, would heal nicely. Your mother instilled a guard at your door night and day, as she was very familiar with the joy you got from disobeying orders.

On the fourth sunrise, she granted you access to the rest of Dragonstone as long as you refrained from training and riding your dragon, the latter bringing about irritation as you loved your dragon dearly.

You entered one of the rooms Daemon often used to study, and found him standing next to a window with a sour look on his face. As you got closer you noticed he was reading a piece of paper, and judging by the dainty handwriting, it was a letter of some sort.

“Dare I ask what you are so deep in thought about? I haven’t seen you this focused in a while.” Your voice was cheery with just a touch of teasing.

He raised his head and your smile wavered at the intense look in his eyes. It was not uncommon for the prince to be angry, but something told you this time was serious.

“We have received a letter from the Greens.”

“And? Did they finally dethrone that halfwit, or do I need to murder someone?” You tried to lighten the mood as you prepared for his next statement.

“Quite the opposite. They modified their terms in a way that is extremely ill-suited. Rhaenyra hasn’t even seen this letter yet, as the raven arrived within the hour.” Daemon was furious, and you could tell he was refraining himself from tearing the thin piece of parchment to shreds by the way his hands shook.

“What did they offer?” You ask carefully, not sure if you want to hear the answer.

“That cunt they call ‘king’ asked for your hand in marriage.”

“But he’s already married, and quite ungrateful for it.” At this point, you were utterly confused and desperate for more information regarding the circumstances.

“Not for him, but for his younger brother Aemond.”

In a few seconds, you were just as mad as he was.

“No fucking way!”

©️ the-anxious-youth, 2022

please don’t copy/repost

#my writing #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd

[zaph1337]

Monster Hunter Rating 48: Hermitaur

Just as Blango introduced Monster Hunter to the magic of monkey, so too does our next monster bring a breath of fresh air to the series. We may have seen arthropods before, but those were all insects; none of them were the ultimate in evolution, the pinnacle of the animal kingdom, the true inheritors of the Earth. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Hermitaur, better known...as CRAB.

(How it appears in the Second Generation games)

(How it appears in Monster Hunter 4 Ultimate [sorry for the poor quality; I had to enlarge it])

Appearance: I’ve been thinking: arguably the hardest part of these is assigning them a number rating. I’m constantly trying to figure out whether I like something better or worse than something else to keep the numbers consistent with my reactions, but I’m almost never sure which one I prefer or what each number actually means--they’re basically arbitrary at this point, so why bother stressing out over them so much? From now on, I’m just going to talk about my thoughts on each monster, rather than try to grade them.

On to what you’re actually here for, Hermitaurs are...well...giant crabs. That’s it, really. Don’t get me wrong, giants crabs have a novelty all their own, but it doesn’t leave me with much else to say about them. I guess the shells are pretty cool; they’re not big enough to hide in, which is kinda the main point of having a shell, but armor is armor, and it’s nice that Hermitaurs aren’t exactly like real hermit crabs and instead offer their own take on shelled crustaceans.

Behavior/Lore: Hermitaurs are juvenile forms of Daimyo Hermitaur, and are generalists that populate deserts and other biomes in great numbers, though their habit of hiding underground unless disturbed means that the majority of them likely go unnoticed. When I call them generalists, I mean it--they’ll eat basically anything, even humans. On the flip side, humans will eat Hermitaurs, too--specifically their brains, which are apparently a delicacy (not that I’d ever try it--blech). We’re not the only ones that’ll eat these things, as Plesioth and other Large Monsters will also gobble them up.

Unfortunately, that’s all we got: habitats, eating habits, and what eats them. There’s barely anything to talk about here, even for a Small Monster. C’mon, crabs, give me something to work with here.

Abilities: They protect themselves with their shells and pinch you. I have nothing more to say, y’all already know I’m disappointed.

Equipment: Just like with Blango, most of the Hermitaur weapons require parts from their Large Monster, so finding ones that were strictly Hermitaur was tricky. I’ve got two for your viewing pleasure, though, starting with the Great Sword, the Red Stripe:

Y’know, now that I know more about MH lore, it’s weird that serrated or barbed weapons would ever be used in monster hunting; the Guild places so much emphasis on respecting monsters--even when hunting them--that you’d think they’d outlaw such weapons, as the added spikes and such don’t increase the weapon’s effectiveness so much as they increase the amount of pain and suffering the target is put through (which, “fun” fact, is why using barbed/serrated weapons in war is a war crime). Then again, this is a video game that operates on video game logic, so I guess the spikes do make the weapon better. Anyways, the Red Stripe’s fine; it certainly gives me the impression that it’s an early-game weapon, though that’s mostly due to the straightforward design and muted colors.

Now, here’s something special for you: a long time ago, back when I was first writing these, I got a message from someone who recommended a Monster Hunter database called Kiranico for weapon images, since I was having issues finding decently-sized ones on the wiki. I didn’t actually use the database since the pictures weren’t big enough for my liking there, either, but I recently found out that the MHGen database specifically has larger images available (none for armor, though), so I’ll be referring to it for certain weapons now, such as this Light Bowgun called the Striped Shell:

I think the funniest thing about this weapon is that it’s clearly a normal rifle that all this Hermitaur stuff was attached to, and somehow those monster parts make it more effective. I was gonna make a snide remark about the spikes on the silencer (at least I think that’s what that is), but then I remembered that Bowguns have a melee attack, so I guess they’re good for that? Overall, this weapon has a sleek design, and I like it.

I’ll reserve my thoughts on the Hermitaur equipment for when/if we get to the Daimyo Hermitaur (my interest in doing these is flagging again, if you couldn’t tell by the time between posts), but so far, they’re on the right track.

Final Thoughts: It’s crab. It’s big. That’s all there is to say about Hermitaur, but trust me, their adult forms are something to behold. Hopefully we’ll make it to that point.

#Monster Hunter #Monster Hunter rating #zaph1337

[toomanyopinionss]

Three Weeks - Part 2

Pairing: Spiderman/Original Male Character

Summary: High School AU - After Manuel Juarez (MJ) met Spiderman for the first time, it took him 3 weeks to uncover that he was Peter Parker. To be honest, Manny doesn't know how he didn't figure it out sooner...

Warnings: light profanity ig? basically fluff

Author's Note: So I did a thing. I've never posted a fic here before. This honestly spurred from a tweet I saw after seeing NWH about how Andrew Garfield's Spiderman is yet to meet his MJ and it could be a dude. After seeing that a character instantly formed in my head and I needed an outlet. i made my peter parker a very vague cutout, so one can imagine whichever one floats their boat, whether that’s Maguire, Holland, the lego version 🤷🏾‍♀️

also this will be in like 4 parts i think. enjoy!

October 15

Good Evening, everyone, and welcome to Nightly News In New York.

I’m Shannon Johnson.

And I’m Charles Bailey. First things first, Cold and Flu season has come to ravage the nation once again. Clinics are overrun and low on supplies. Schools throughout the city have reported up to 10% of their students are sick. Multiple school faculties have been hit hard as well, making the shortage of substitute teachers all the more obvious.

That’s right, Charles. The office of the mayor of NYC released a statement this morning saying:

“Here we go again, New York. You know the drill. Stay warm. Stay safe. And if you’re sick? Please, for the love of God, stay home.”

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Since the first night, Spiderman had swung Manny home 5 times. It didn’t happen every night. Sometimes Spiderman was off fighting crime and saving lives. But when the city was quiet (well, as quiet as Queens could possibly be), Spiderman would drop in and offer him a lift. And Manny would accept. After the second time, he no longer felt the need to release his lunch into his mother’s petunias.

This particular October night, Manny was glad for the lack of customers. Cold and flu season had amplified the small drugstore’s business, and the people of Queens tore through the medicine aisle with gusto. When traffic finally slowed down 15 minutes to closing, Manny used the time to re-restock the shelves, because his co-worker Alex couldn’t organize for shit. At 9:25, someone burst through the doors, because of course someone would. Manny leaned out of the aisle to see who had come in, and he was treated to a view of a windblown, out-of-breath May Parker.

“Hey Auntie May,” he said, standing up from his kneeling position so she could see him. “To what do I owe this marvelous pleasure, 5 minutes before closing?”

“Ha ha, funny guy has jokes tonight, huh?” May said sarcastically. “You know a circus opened up about 30 minutes from here?”

Manny flashed her a sweet smile. “I’ll be sure to put in my application.” She returned his smile with one of her own, winking.

Manny headed towards the counter, while May shuffled towards the Health and Beauty section. “So Manuel, I met one of your co-workers when I came in to grab a last-minute birthday card for my boss a couple of days ago. Alex, I think? She seemed real…distraught.”

Manny sighed. “She’s a mess. She broke up with her boyfriend last week and the dude’s already moved on. The boss man gave her a couple of personal days to “collect herself” so she would stop scaring customers.”

“Oh poor girl,” said May, shaking her head. “Young love is a rough terrain to navigate.”

Manny shrugged because he wouldn’t know. The longest relationship he’d been in was more of a friendship-with-benefits situation with his chem lab partner, Julia. They ended things amicably after 3 months once she got a boyfriend, no hard feelings between them. There was also that boy, Carlos. Although the relationship was sweet, it was short-lived. The boy moved away before any deeper connection could form between them.

May Parker approached the checkout counter with both hands full of stuff. Manny realized he probably should have gotten her a basket to carry them. “Hey, by the way”, May starts, dropping her stuff down, “I thought you worked every weeknight? Not that Alex wasn’t lovely. But I was planning on giving you this banana bread recipe for your grandmother the other day, cause I haven’t had the chance to stop by myself.”

“Oh yeah, I do,” Manny said while scanning her things. “The twins were sick, Carmen and Ricky had midterms, and mom had to work a double, so I offered to stay home with them.”

“Ugh…” May put a hand on her chest. “You are just the sweetest boy.”

Manny blushed and waved a hand dismissively. “Just doing my part, May.”

She shook her head, then. “This bug going around is just awful. You know Peter’s sick, too?”

“Yeah? Well, that explains why I didn’t see him in school today.” Manny wouldn’t say that he and Peter Parker were ‘best friends’ now, but they’d been getting closer over the last week or so. Ever since the moment they shared when Peter fixed his bandage, they’ve greeted each other in the hallways, walked each other to classes, and even spent their free period together in the library. The thought gave Manny a warm feeling.

May rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah. I made him stay home because that boy just does not know how to take care of himself. So much like Benjamin, it irks me.” Manny laughed as he finished scanning the last item.

“Tell Peter I hope he feels better,” Manny said as May collected her things.

“Send the twins my love. I’ll have fresh-baked cookies at your house by tomorrow.”

Manny called out, “Chocolate chip please!”May just laughed and blew him a kiss, before leaving the drugstore.

*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•* *•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•* *•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*

Spider-man wasn’t at their usual spot today, which left Manny feeling a little disappointed. After waiting a couple more minutes (just in case), Manny sighed and walked on, pulling his headphones over his ears to block out any sound.

After a few minutes of listening to one of his playlists, his favorite song came on. He slowed down a bit and closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him. He felt his lips curve into a smile. It was a marvelous feeling, and Manny felt like every single worry in the world simply vanished for a couple of minutes. He loved music. It’s like every one of his five senses comes alive. When the song ended, he opened his eyes to see his late-night walking buddy standing there, looking at him.

“AYE!” Manny yelped, his heart racing. “What, you can’t say nothing?!”

Spiderman scratched the back of his head in what seemed to be a sheepish gesture. “Oh shit! Sorry, Manny. You just seemed so…”

“What, high?” Manny asked, chuckling, shoving his headphones back into his bag, so he didn’t have to meet his eye. He felt his face heat up ever so slightly.

“No! No, like relaxed. Peaceful. It’s a nice look on you… I didn’t wanna mess it up.”

Manny’s heart skipped at least two beats. He would be glad for the darkness outside, but he wasn’t sure whether or not Spiderman had night vision. “Damn, you know how to woo a person. It’s a shame the only person you’re able to see these days is Doc Ock and his vengeful ass.”

Spiderman laughed, which quickly dissolved into a coughing fit. “Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat.

Manny raised an eyebrow. “You good?” The hero started to nod but then dissolved into another fit of coughing.

“Damn. Don’t tell me the germs of New York got you too?” Manny asked incredulously.

“Yep, this city does not do anything halfway,” Spiderman said, punctuating the sentence with a sneeze. Which launched him into another coughing fit.

Manny inspected the superhero. “Hey, maybe you shouldn’t swing me home tonight.”

Spider-man’s shoulders slumped a bit. “Yeah, yeah of course. Completely understandable. I’m kind of gross right now, anyways.” He made it like he was about to shoot out a web toward a nearby building, but Manny stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“Woah woah. Despacio, amigo. I just don’t want you overworking yourself.” Spiderman slowly lowered his arms, but Manny maintained contact. “I’m sure this cold doesn’t prevent you from walking me home, right? Cause if you leave and I get kidnapped, possibly murdered?! That’s on you, man. And I can’t promise that I won’t send a whole ghost army to fight you.”

Spiderman shoved Manny away, chuckling. “You’re an idiot.” He starts walking away, and Manny jogs to catch up. They walked alongside each other and talked about random things. If their arms accidentally brushed, no one said anything.

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“What do you mean you’re JUST now reading the Harry Potter books?” Manny stared at Spiderman like he grew an extra head. “What are you, 12? I know that the mask kinda hides your age, but if that’s the case, put a lil space between us right now. I must be breaking some type of law.”

Spiderman looked at him. Although the mask hid his expression, Manny could somehow tell that he was rolling his eyes. “You are so overdramatic, I swear. I never read them growing up, and everyone who’s read them seems to be in on some type of inside joke, so I decided to see what all the fuss was about.”

“What do you mean ‘what all the fuss was about’,” Manny mocked. Then he walked ahead and turned, facing Spiderman and stopping them both in their tracks. “Picture this, okay? You’re a sad, orphan kid with a sucky life, and all of a sudden, BAM! You’ve got powers and your entire life changes. How cool would that be?” Spiderman stayed silent a couple of beats longer than necessary and Manuel raised an eyebrow at him in question.

“I don’t know,” he said, shrugging uncomfortably. “I don’t think it’s that black and white, Manny.”

“What?”

Spiderman looked off to the side, facing the city outline. “The being an orphan and getting powers thing. Yeah, sure, it’s cool and all, but it’s not that simple. You’re basically being thrust into a world you don’t understand and change, good or bad, is a lot to handle. You don’t know who you can trust. You make a ton of enemies. Not to mention the fact that you… you’d lose a lot along the way.”

The two were silent for a minute. Frankly, Manny didn’t know how to respond. It was obvious Spiderman was talking about himself. Manny didn’t know the dude’s history, but he had enough common sense to know that all superheroes had emotional baggage. Should he hug him? Does one simply hug a superhero? Would that be inappropriate? There wasn’t exactly a guide to this, Manny thought. So he simply asked.

“Can I hug you?”

Spiderman turned his head sharply to look at Manny, surprised. They both stared awkwardly at each other for a minute. But Spiderman had yet to recoil in horror at the idea, so Manny didn’t rescind his offer.

After a long beat of silence, Spiderman nodded his head slowly. Manny pulled him into a loose embrace, wrapping his arms around his neck, while the superhero’s hands rested limply on his hips. Manny whispered into his ear, “I don’t know your story, and frankly it’s none of my business. But I do know this. Despite all you’ve lost, you work overtime to make sure everyone in this goddamn city can sleep safely at night. You out here patrolling in the streets while you’re sick, for crying out loud, and I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you’re not much older than me.” Spiderman stiffened, but Manny plowed on. “The point is, you’re awesome. And also much cooler than Harry Potter. I admire you.”

“I… I, um—“ Spiderman broke off, clearing his throat. He inhaled shakily before whispering, “Thanks.”

“No biggie,” Manny quipped nonchalantly. He was about to say something else, but all of a sudden Spiderman launched out of his arms and turned his head before sneezing twice.

“Bless you,” Manny said, chuckling. “Come on, my house is a couple blocks away.” Spiderman nodded, and the two started walking once more. Manny knew that he really should send the guy on his way. He clearly wasn’t getting better. But he just… couldn’t bring himself to. He selfishly enjoyed their brief moments together.

As they went, Manny noticed Spiderman restlessly moving his fingers, and he had the urge to grab his hand. He should have squashed this thought the minute he thought it, but he’s always been a touch impulsive. Before second-guessing himself, Manny reached out slowly to grab his hand. He awkwardly managed to only grab two of the five fingers, but when Spiderman looked up surprised, he played it off like it was his intention.

“I do this with my little sisters a lot. It helps calm them down a bit,” he lied in what he hoped was a confident voice. His heart was beating wildly.

“You have sisters?” Spiderman asked. He didn’t remove his fingers from Manny’s, so the boy felt his heartbeat return to normal.

“Um, yeah. I have two younger sisters and two older sisters. The younger ones are twins. I also have three stepbrothers that live down the street.”

“Wow. You have a big family.”

“Yep. You have siblings?”

Spiderman hesitated, then shook his head. “Nah. Just me.”

“Dude, you can have one of mine. In fact, take your pick of the litter, I’ve got no favorites. They all get on my nerves.”

Spiderman barked a laugh, which made Manny laugh. Their laughter died as they approached his front porch. Manny released the superhero’s fingers from their captivity and turned to smile at him.

“Thanks for walking me home, Spidey. And they say chivalry is dead.” Manny wiggled his eyebrows playfully, and Spiderman snorted. Then he started coughing again. Manny patted his back a few times before remembering something. “Wait here for a sec,” he said hurriedly, entering his house.

A minute later, he came out with a container in his hand. “My ma made soup yesterday, and they say there’s nothing more magical than a Mexican mother’s cooking.” He winked and handed the container to Spiderman. The superhero looks down at the food in his hands, before looking back up at Manny.

“Why are you so nice to me?”

Manny looked at the superhero incredulously. “Dude, you're the fucking Spiderman.” His companion nodded slowly, clearly not impressed with the answer. Manny breathed out heavily through his nose. He took the hair tie out of his hair and ran a hand through it. Usually, he was pretty ok with the emotional stuff, but he didn’t want to seem lame.

“Look, you take time off your schedule every night to take me home. You choose to be here, and that means something to me. Plus,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “I consider you a friend.” Manny can’t tell if the other guy is smiling behind the mask, but he seems more relaxed than before.

“Manny, I—“

“MJ!” A yell from inside the house makes both of them jump. “Get your butt in here! It’s Friday, which means it’s YOUR turn to do the dishes!”

“¡Relájate! Carmen, give me a minute!” Manny yelled in response before turning back to Spiderman. “Sorry about that.”

The hero in question raised an eyebrow. “MJ?”

Manny groaned. “Manuel Juarez. My siblings have been calling me that for years.”

“Well,” Spiderman starts, shooting a web out to the nearest light fixture. “Thanks for the soup, MJ. I’ll see you on the flip side.” Then he disappeared into the night.

Manny sighed and turned back towards his house. He thought, Why was that hot?

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Manny knew he was gonna catch whatever cold/flu hellscape his sisters had, and the stuffed-up nose and sore throat he woke up with on Monday morning confirmed that theory. He groaned internally (and externally) but ultimately got out of bed to get ready for school. The rational thing to do would be to stay home and rest, but Manny had a test in 6th period, and his math teacher was fidgety and mean about retakes. So he took an Advil and some cold syrup, jugged half the carton of orange juice, and hauled his aching body out the door.

By the third period, he was falling apart. His head felt heavy, and the medicine he took was making it hard to think clearly. But Manny was determined to get this test out of the way if it killed him. So he brushed off the concerns of his friends, Gwen and Miles, and powered through. After Physics, he had lunch and then a free period before the 5th. So he grabbed an apple from the cafeteria, just to eat something, and went to the library. He needed to close his eyes.

When he reached the far edge of the library, his phone vibrated in his pocket alerting him to a text.

gwennie: mannyyy

gwennie: where r u? we were gonna study at lunch.

Manny groaned, falling back into the large bean bag chair.

manny: sry gwen. i completely forgot.

manny: didn’t sleep much last night, so i’m in the library catching extra z’s before class

manny: forgive me… ily

Manny didn’t wait for a response. He just shut down his phone and closed his eyes, drifting off mere seconds later into a dreamless sleep.

Manny woke up feeling worse than he did before. He sat up a little and shook off the grogginess that settled on him like a dense fog. It took him several moments to realize he was being watched.

“I hope you haven’t been watching me this whole time,” Manny quipped without opening his eyes. “That is stalker behavior, amigo.”

“You’re sick.”

Manny opened one of his eyes lazily to look at Peter. He was sitting across from him in the other giant bean. He seemed pretty settled in, with his open laptop in his lap and bag of pretzels settled next to him. Peter was looking at him all concerned, which made him squirm a bit. “May mentioned you weren’t feeling great on Friday,” Manny said. “You okay now?”

Peter looked at him incredulously. “I’m fine, Manny. You, however, are not.”

“Calm down, Parker. I’m well aware I look like shit. I have a math test during sixth, so here I am.” He extended his arms out in a dramatic fashion. And then he sneezed and fell back onto the beanbag groaning.

“Bless you. First of all, I never said you looked like shit,” Peter said. Manny looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Second of all, can’t you do a makeup test?”

“With Mrs. Anders?”

Peter winced. “Ouch. So not an option.”

“Nope.” Manny could tell that his meds had finally worn off because a wave of general awfulness fell over him just then.

Peter looked at him for a minute. Then he put down his laptop, got up from his chair, and walked over to him. He placed the back of his hand on his forehead. “Fuck, you’re so hot. You have a fever, MJ, you have to… no, you need to go to the nurse.”

“Nooo,” Manny said, pushing Peter’s hand away. “I don’t wanna go to the nurse. She’s old, mean, and racist. Plus she smells like the cafeteria’s lasagna. You know what will make me feel better?”

“What?”

“You calling me hot again,” Manny said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Peter gave him an exasperated look. “Look, all we need is an official note from the nurse. Then Anders will have to let you retake it. I’ll go with you.“

“Ok, ok.” Manny stood. His balance wavered slightly, which prompted Peter to grab his arm.

“You okay?”

“Nope.” Manny rests his forehead on Peter’s shoulder in defeat. ”I feel like lukewarm garbage, I’m awful at taking care of myself, and I should not have come today.”

Peter chuckled. “If it makes you feel better, I’m bad at taking care of myself too. That’s why we have to let the people who care about us help out.” Manny felt one of the boy’s hands reach down to hold his…fingers? Yep, he was not imagining it, Peter Parker grabbed two of his fingers. Manny thought back to his similar actions a few days ago, with Spider-man. Although he had made the mistake to grab the superhero’s fingers instead of his hand, Peter had acted intentionally. Huh.

“Let’s get to the nurse. You can lean on me if you need to.” Manny nodded, not trusting his big mouth to respond appropriately . They both grabbed all their stuff and headed towards the nurse’s office.

A few moments later, Nurse Maddocks, a stern looking older woman with a stiff posture, looked both of the boys over. “I’m not writing you out of another gym class, Parker.”

Manny turned to Peter, smiling playfully while the other boys ears turned pink. “No, I’m not here for me, miss, I’m here for my friend.”

The nurse, who was sitting at her desk, put on her glasses and turned to her computer. “Full name?”

“Manuel Juarez.”

“Is that short for Emmanuel?”

“…No?”

“Hmm.” She typed on her computer a bit more. Manny was starting to feel a bit nauseous, which was weird given that he barely ate anything today. “What seems to be the problem?” She finally asked, looking up at the boy.

“I have the flu, I think.”

“Is that a self diagnosis, or have you actually been to the doctor’s office?”

“Well—“

“Young man, I’ve had about 15 kids come in today trying to get a free ticket home. I’m not interested in games right now.”

“Miss Maddocks, he’s clearly not feeling well. You haven’t even taken his temperature yet,” Peter spoke up suddenly, sounding annoyed.

“Fix the tone, Parker,” the nurse said. But she got up and headed towards a cabinet in the back. Once her back was turned, Peter met Manny’s gaze and crossed his eyes while mouthing “Fix your tone, Parker.”

Manny grinned at him. Why hadn’t he and Peter been close prior to the last couple weeks? Manny’s mom and Peter’s aunt had been friends since nursing school years back, and the woman changed his diapers, as embarrassing as that was. But when May and Ben adopted Peter, Manny barely crossed paths with the small boy. He was quiet, and tended to stay back with Ben whenever May came over.

Then, halfway through their freshman year, Peter came to a pride meeting at their school. This sparked Manny’s curiosity, because the boys had never had anything in common, to Manny’s knowledge. Peter was always hanging out with Ned or Harry Osborn while Manny went on being a social butterfly. Manny approached Peter, who was in the corner eating an apple and reading one of the pamphlets set out on the table.

“Hi.”

Peter looked up from the pamphlet. “Hey Manny.”

“I’ve never seen you at one of these meetings before.”

“Yea…” The boy played with his sleeve in what looked to be a slightly awkward gesture before looking back up. “My uncle’s forcing me to join an extracurricular, and sports are out of the picture. I actually tripped on air twice before getting here. So I thought I’d just start simple.”

Many grinned at him. “I’m glad you’re here. It’s usually very low-key, but you might have to introduce yourself.”

Peter groaned. “It had to be something.” Manny chuckled, and they both found seats on the kindergarten circle rug used for meetings. As expected, when Peter was called to introduce himself a couple minutes later, he stood up (it took him two tries to do so, he wasn’t joking about the clumsiness).

“Hi. I’m Peter Parker, he/him. And… I don’t know what I identify as. All I know is, I’m not one of the heteros.” He finished off his last statement with a shrug and a smirk, before plunking right back down next to Manny. The room dissolved in snickers before the meeting started.

Manny leaned over and whispered, “That wasn’t so bad, now was it.”

Peter nudged him with his shoulder playfully. The rest of the meeting was a blast. They made jokes and laughed and just had a good time. May picked them both up afterwards, and Peter told Manny that he would be there for the next meeting.

But he never came.

Something changed in Peter after Ben passed away. They never spoke at the funeral, but Manny tried to find him after the high school called an assembly to discuss gun violence, but he disappeared. He started disappearing a lot too, afterwards. Their sophomore year, he was named Most Tardy to Class. At first, Manny had assumed the worst: that he fell in with the wrong people. But that didn’t appear to be the case: he still hung out with his friends, he still got the highest grade in his AP STEM classes (not that Manny was stalking, cause that would be inappropriate). He just didn’t go outside of that bubble much anymore. He and Manny exchanged smiles when they pass each other in the hall, with the occasional greeting. He even came over to his house a couple of times when his mom invited May over for dinner. But whenever they talked, he had this… heavy look in his eye. Like he was there, but also somewhere else.

And now, looking at Peter, Manny could tell that he was more… well adjusted. Not different, his personality had never really changed. But he seemed more comfortable in his own skin. It made Manny feel emotions that he refused to investigate now seeing as he most definitely had a fever, if the nurse’s worried look at the thermometer she just pulled out of his mouth was any indication.

“101.3,” she said. “I’m going to go give your mother a call, so she can pick you…”

“No wait!” Manny interrupted, shaking his head. “My mom is at work right now, I don’t want to bother her.”

“Well, young man, we have to contact someone. We can’t have you getting other kids sick.”

Manny was starting to feel dizzy now. “Can you call Rico instead? My older brother, he’s on my emergency contact list, I think.”

The nurse rolled her eyes, but headed towards her desk to make the call. Peter came to sit next to Manny.

“You okay? Do you need anything?” The boy asked softly, leaning towards him.

“I’ll be fine,” Manny replied back. He leaned his head back onto the wall and closed his eyes, the dizziness intensifying. He felt Peter grab his fingers once more as they sat and waited.

“Hey,” Manny whispered.

“Yeah?”

“I’m pretty sure that this boldness is coming from the fact that I’m basically dying right now.” Peter snorted. “You wanna go out sometime?”

The other boy froze, his hand tightening slightly around his fingers. “Do you mean… like a regular bro hang out or like a…”

“Peter Parker, what kinda dumbass question is that?! I thought you were an AP student. Where are those critical thinking skills? I’m asking you on a date.”

Then Peter smiled. And it was dazzling. The smile made Manny's heart soar. It cleared his skin. Whitened his teeth.

“Then yes. I’d love to go out with you.”

They looked at each other and smiled.

“I’m glad,” Manny said, before getting up and rushing across the room to hurl in large trash can. Peter hurriedly walked across the room to meet him. He held Manny’s hair back with one hand and rubbed his back with the other.

“Oh dear.” The nurses looked on worriedly. “Your brother will be here in about 5 minutes. Please try and avoid the petunias. It took me all summer to grow them.” In response, both Peter and Manny threw her a withering look. She cleared her throat and looked away busying herself with her actual job.

Peter crouched down and whispered “She can keep her ugly ass flowers.” Manny laughed. And they stayed in that position till his brother came.

That night, Manny texted Peter:

manny: i can’t believe you saw me at my lowest, and i don’t even know ur favorite color is yet.

manny: and don’t say some shit like ‘gReEn LiKe YoUr EyEs’.

manny: i know how you white boys operate

peter: red

peter: like your soul <3

manny: dayum

peter: i like to keep things funky and fresh

peter: how’re you feeling

manny: I’ve transcended beyond feeling like garbage. i AM the garbage now

peter: i’m sorry about that mj

manny: it’s alright. I have it on good authority that there is a hot piece of ass under all this sick

peter: i’m well aware

manny: so you DO think I’m hot

peter: *rolling my eyes* yes

peter: now hurry up and get better. i expect to be wooed.

manny: yes sir

manny: hey real quick. why call me mj? no one at school even knows abt that nickname

peter: oh?

manny: yeah. it’s just this stupid little nickname my sisters have for me.

peter: i don’t have to if your not comfortable with it?

manny: nah it’s ok. i like it when you call me that

manny: when they use it, it’s usually followed by something unpleasant

peter: lolll. gn mj

manny: gn pp

peter: NO.

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