#SCREW PEAK INTERACTION TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Dr. Michael Stone (Pt. 2)

Art and Character by: Spiderthingcoo on X

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, forced voyeurism, body exploration, edging, double v penetration, female anatomy, rough and drugged induced sex, manhandling, substance abuse, 3some-ish, rimming (m receiving) nudity appreciation, breeding kink, a bit of dacryphilia, Objectification, overstimulation, filthyness undercut, no proofread, bit of cum play, bellybulge, electrocution, Michael is a sick fuck and I love him.

Miguelverse

Summary: Michael Stone has the time of his life.

A/N: I got too carried away and the fanart didn't help jskjs, hope you enjoy <3

Time ran at the speed of a snail. Each blink was torture, like you were removing seconds from the clock with each brief pause of your eyes.

How long have you been here? Certainly too fed up with trying in succeeding to escape. There was no punctual way to determine in which part of the day you were as there was no windows, no clocks, or anything of the sort that dictated the unstoppable force that always outlasted everything within reach.

Just dull pale grey walls, borderline white in every direction your sight stretched. Which wasn't much.

Your new habitat, was minimalistic, decored with the basics to sate physiological needs such as sleep, shower or pee. Ceiling too lowered to crawl or stretch your muscles properly when you tried to keep mobility going.

A fancy cage, nothing much, nothing less.

How long had it been since he slammed the door shut? Days? Week?

You didn't know. And the lack of a sense of time was irrevocably screwing with your head in a way it resembled how Michael had fucked your insides. There was no sun to bath in, no wind to blow and mess with your hair as you swung through the buildings, providing the right amount of adrenaline, no structures to crawl or stretch your muscles completely on. No external stimulus.Nothing.

Just a few meters of space that caged you like a live sample for a maniac's twisted experimenting and amusement. Fed and cleaned whenever you required it. It sometimes blurred the line between being a pet and a Guinea pig.

Just your cell, withering away your spirit. Even the food provided, lacked that homey seasoning you adored indulging in HQ's cafeteria after a mission. The only rift of color popping in the tray and around you were the vast array of vitamins and minerals, shaped in round and squared pills, nested within a metallic cup.

Cause according to him, if his offspring was to emerge within you, your body had to be properly nurtured. Ironically, the food was bland and tasteless, but you didn't starve. And it spooked you how easy your body took a liking to it.

Skin healthier, glowing and silky even, a soft natural flush dressed your cheeks, metabolism in its peak, a couple of pounds were lost, but that was the least of your concerns.

He was set into perfecting the vessel for his future seedling. You.

Michael was... You didn't even know where to start besides being the obvious doppelganger of Miguel. The only way you could tell them apart was because of his eyes. They were brown, like the most scrumptious shade of chocolate you've ever seen.

Unlike Miguel, he just took what he wanted and needed, everything in the name of science. He was the embodiment of 'the end justifies the means'.

Alluring, inviting you to a forbidden and fucked up world where he was the unanimous and dangerous sovereign. Like his whole aura. His impassive act was only a coy facade to hide what was underneath.

Madness, lust and something so dern you didn't want to try and decipher cause in truth, you were terrified to fuck around and find out. He had already gave you a little taste of his abyss, but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted you to drown in him and everything that rendered his mere existence.

He needed to crown a queen for his chaos. And what a better way to do it, than choosing you to give him a perfect offspring.

In his own twisted world the need of a superior being was a must. A need he was creating the proper foundation to sate.

He was prepping you to bare his child. And it scared you to no end. Not that you didn't want kids, but to be forced to fit into that role out of sudden scared you shitless.

And you didn't want to sour and make your thoughts awkward by knowing a variant of Miguel would be the father.

Fuck. No.

If your mind could have arms, it surely would've slapped itself for such thought. Not that you didn't think Miguel was handsome, in fact, you avoided being seen as that recruit that had the hots for the boss, lingering too much around him made you more nervous than you liked to admit.

And when you were paired with him, the anxiety of knowing you could mess up went heavenwards. Your Miguel wasn't one to dwell into conversations if they weren't necessary, canon before personal interests came first and always, awkward social skills that came out stilted and forced almost mechanically, specially when someone caught him off guard or in the high level of stress his gorgeous brain fed him on a daily basis.

Grumpy was his default emotional read, snarky or dry humored replies when dumb questions were asked, overworked to the bone. Secretly labeling himself as a bad man cause of the things he needed to do in order to keep the arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse working, a walking failure through and through, weak for meeting his emotional needs and trying to be happy for once and failing at it, and apparently the only one that knew how to keep everything together.

And still, the first one that always replied the call for help by either sending a group, or creating an escape plan route to ensure your and the rest's safety with the help of Lyla.

Unlike him. The man in the flesh and bone, that would easily supplant him physically, and had been watching you ever since you awoke. You didn't have to turn to him to know his presence had invaded your already reduced and secluded space.

Brown coals raked over the slope of your neck, the dip between your shoulder and junction, gaze remained over your rising form in every disguised breath you took, hoping he'd go away. Long and tan fingers tangled softly in the silks of your hair and the touch alone made your skin crawl, and not precisely in a good and pleasant way, no.

Whenever he was around your spider senses tingled, sometimes you'd end up with a headache, unable to shut it off. You didn't have to look deep enough to know he was as messed up and unpredictable as the task he had bestowed upon you.

"Eres tan perfecta..." his impish titter made your heart wrench and anxiety to bubble in the deepest of your gut.

In other circumstances you'd be a flustered mess, flattered even to have such kind of man groveling over you. But this one in specific had you coiling away from his touch, hoping to vanish into thin air or turn invisible like Miles.

God, you really wanted to have Mile's invisibility powers right now, so at least you could have a chance to escape. But dreaming had gone out the window ever since he dumped you here.

He never lingered too much, even when he did routine checkups on you. Blood and other fluid samples were taken, he made sure you ate the bland and soggy looking food 'til nothing but crumbs were left, and then he'd leave to do whatever he did in the lab and wouldn't return until your next feeding time.

The only thing he had in common with your Miguel was the workaholic attitude. He'd spend hours if not days tinkering with canisters and things you low key feared to know their components. You've noticed the little parts of limbs floating in some recipients, none of them human.

What kind of things this Alchemax did? Cause the little you had seen so far wasn't nice nor pretty.

Alchemax took seriously their research, and with this man on charge, you didn't want to even think about what kind of ungodly horrors they harbored. There was a little slapping in the air as he removed his gloves, and it was your chance to crawl away.

Rough pads thrummed over your soft skin, sending shivers down your spine, breath hitched as he beckoned your forearm, the only part of you that budged, towards him in a demanding pull.

"Haven't had the time to properly examine these." he mumbled, more to himself than to you, as his thumbs squeezed soft circles, soothing the previous pressure's discomfort.

You gulped as he narrowed his eyes behind his glasses at the tiny circular slits indented in your wrist, a pale pinkish hue rimmed the tiny hole. The way he admired and looked with child-like wonder at your web shooters was overwhelming.

Cheeks grew warmer as the tip of his nose ran up your forearm to finally stop on the shooters. A soft salty musk emanated from them.

"Organic webbing... Fascinating." He crooned.

He closed his eyes to relish in the smell of your skin. A shaky breath came off your lips as his moist tongue rubbed a kitten lick on it, a bolt of electricity flooded your senses and earned him a whimper. Eyes immediately shifted on you, pupils widening.

Much to your dismay both had accidentally unveiled a borderline gruesome breakthrough. The twinkle in his eyes made your brows twitch in worry. Your neck gulped and his eyes caught the fraction of movement to then smirk.

Pearly whites shone with twisted pride upon the discovery.

"W-Wait-"

The tip of his tongue pressed harder on the slit and you couldn't help but moan. A lovely and surprising melody to his keen ears at your reactions.

Web shooters were a sensitive and therefore an erogenous area.

You tried yanking your arm away, but your knees trembled when he delivered a wriggle of the tip of his tongue, trying to worm into your veins, prodding and tasting unabashedly at your dint.

With every coil of his moist muscle your brain sparked alive, neurotransmitters soaring in wicked delight. Your teeth clamped on your lower lip, stifling another upcoming moan.

The wet sounds and pops of his mouth made your insides clench involuntarily. Legs smothered together, as he now sucked. His lips pursed in that familiar shape it reminded you the way he ate your engorged and sensitive nub.

Head split in two, fighting over what side of reasoning you'd agree with. One side was ashamed such ministrations from your wretched captor turned your unwilling body like puty within seconds in his dexterous hands, and with this newfound information, his power over you just increased tenfold.

Or aghast for allowing such thing, for allowing him to cage you against the bed and his formidable frame while he devoured and toyed with your wrists, and for him to make you feel revered like no man ever had, even if it was for the wrongest of reasons. Brown eyes stared at your countenance with such curiosity and enthrall, as if you were everything he needed. Like his prayers had been answered and delivered in silver platter with you on it, right in his hands.

It didn't help your shaky resolution he squeezed and draped his other thumb in your other slit. Rubbing in lazy circles, pressing the right amount to have your clit throbbing and your mouth panting. The vibrations of his low groan on your skin sent your brain in tiny shortcuts, your synapses were howling.

A shiny streak of his saliva connected with the left wrist. The irisdiscent shine of your webs connected to his bottom lip.

"Tad salty" His tongue licked the web away, His thumb moved in a back and fro motion, alternating between circles and soft licks from his thumb pad.

"Hnng-" Your toes curled in, as your hips stuttered but he grounded his even more on yours, preventing you from shifting too much.

"Stop squirming" He huffed, annoyed, trying to focus his sight on the tiny crevice.

"F-Fucking stop then" you panted in angry breaths

Michael smirked, genuinely amused at your unexpected reaction.

"Why would I? This is the most exciting part of the research."

Shit.

He took your other wrist and kissed the dent, your eyes went shut as he pressed both wrist above your head. Thumbs kneading with a bit more of pressure right above your tiny holes. And God, it was embarrassing hearing yourself mewl like a needy bitch.

How couldn't you notice such thing about yourself after so many years of being a Spiderwoman?

Fuck

And why the fuck were you about to cum while having your wrists stimulated? But more importantly, was he really having a boner by toying with you?

"God, you're a pervert..."

You couldn't help but mumble and he pressed tighter on purpose, sending a muffled whimper through your throat, silencing your yapping.

"I rather the term, Man of science, pequeña. Now stay fucking still."

But you couldn't, not when he kneaded so closely to a spot that send your mouth gaping like a fish out of water, begging to be thrown back in the liquid oxygen. He pressed two inches away from the bitty hole, and that was it.

Jaw clenched and your spine arched. His brow quirked with clinical curiosity at your thrashing despair. Breaths paused and shallow, still deciding whether to moan or sob.

"Nmh-Fuck, fuck, oh my god-" Your eyes rolled back, and your insides clamped. Brain vaporising any coherent thought, mouth too busy catching air and sputtering dumb babble at the consuming climax. Contracting and pulsing at nothing as the little dent squirted a silky and sticky rope towards the wall with a soft Thwipsh. He blinked nearly stupidly at what he had just achieved, cracking his apathetic stare for good.

"Dios mío..." He pressed again and again and you sobbed as the web spurted hapzardly, diverting in every direction and etching to whatever surface it touched or landed. He stared with wide eyes between you and the webs. Limp limb suspended in the air.

Toes curled and clenched at the bedsheets, attempting to anchor yourself at the overwhelming sensations that clouded your judgement. Head spun and buzzed with the thrill not even you achieved when handling those annoying reminders of your solitude in your own hands.

For once your spider senses tingled deliciously. His cock twitched almost painfully at what he just witnessed, he groaned and cupped your face to deliver a deep and breathtaking kiss.

"I knew someday, all my work would be rewarded. All those sleepless nights, those sacrifices, would bring someone like you to me."

He panted, examining you with wicked excitement, shaking you softly in his aroused wake.

"You and I, will create something so beautiful even God will be jealous!."

If it wasn't for the ominous meaning behind those words, you'd be amazed and moved at his overboard thrill. He rested his head on your lower belly, a dark grin plastered over his face, fingers padded your skin, warmth spreading through his hand.

Where are you, Miguel?

"I can't wait to see you swollen, carrying the future of this earth, pequeña."

I'm scared

But as quickly as he laid down, he bolted out of your cell, too enraptured in his musings to actually care for your rattled state.

Now that his motives were clear, your need to escape was greater. But maybe if you played your cards well, you'd have a chance.

I need you.

----

The table landed on the wall, shattering in smaller shards that splintered all over the place. Michael's back rose and tensed so tight, his lab robe wrinkled, trapping the fabric in between his muscles.

The corner of his lip twitched, almost like a tick, teeth menaced with baring, fury boiling underneath his skin. If he could, the steam would blow off his ears, but instead he prowled over your unsuspecting and sleeping form in the very back of the lab. Mind assaulting his reasoning with so many questions, but one in particular made his hands to clench into tight fist.

Why weren't you pregnant?

He had came inside in your most dangerous and fertile days, and still, you weren't pregnant.

As much as he was a patient man, he was throughly disappointed at his own failure. Was his seed defective? No.

He had run studies on himself and his results were everything a desperate man in need of children could ask for.

Fertile, fruitful, healthy.

And still, the screen shone brighter on the 'Negative' results.

Hot and furious breath fanned over the glass wall where he saw you sleeping. He'd have to run even more tests on you, start all over and wait for another two weeks.

But what if your body refused him again? Your womb's rejection was an open slap on his face, when he had been nothing but kind to you. He had been taking care of you with the best things, and this is how you repaid him.

It frustrated him beyond reason. But he was a patient man. Weeks were nothing compared to all the time he had already waited. With a final huff, he returned to his lab to correct your stupid hormonal imbalance that was costing him his valuable time and resources.

However, a Public Eye officer barged in, breath in his throat. His personal hounds, and whenever they came in, it only meant one thing. They had found something, and by the scratches and claw like marks on the officer's bleeding shoulder, meant it was something good.

You had to wait for a moment longer.

-----

"Lyla"

Miguel's gruff whisper came behind the corner of the structure he was in. Lyla appeared right on his shoulder.

"Any readings?"

"Some-" She froze for a second, "Ssft-"

Her yellow shade glitched to then appear right before him, she was speaking, but Miguel could barely understand her.

Fuck.

The place's interference was messing up with her programming. His gizmo popped with a message, your location. Beeping in a bright yellow dot within the ever tall and imposing Alchemax building in the middle of the city, like a watchtower.

Your last signal. Earth S-2015.

If you were here, he was sure you'd quip up something about a movie reference, something about a Mordor, whatever the thing meant, to lighten up the mood. He'd never admit it, but it always made him a bit curious as to what you watched or did to entertain yourself. The things you spoke were beyond absurd and still, he listened, inwardly pondering as to what kind of substances your universe used to get that sort of inspiration, but now there was nothing but silence at his side. And he grew tired of it.

No matter how much he had tried to recover or track you, the signal vanished into thin air. And he wasn't happy. At first he thought the gizmo's self restart feature would bring the signal back, but days kept passing, and nothing happened, he even went to the extent of rewiring the trinket's code to see if there was anything between lines, but there was nothing after the current location he was in.

Miguel swung through the buildings, avoiding the constant and alert drones soaring through the sky. Alchemax safety propaganda was plastered all over the place, but this earth's inhabitants looked everything but happy. Unlike his wonderful and manageable utopia he had helped to improve.

Fear was forever etched in their faces, constantly moving, never lingering too much around those mean looking officers. The Public Eye.

Their image all over the city, with low key subduing messages as 'Keep The order', 'Report any anomaly in the nearest station.' It set perfectly with the gloomy, authoritarian and heavy atmosphere of this universe. Chaos brewing in the darkness, awaiting to be unleashed.

His gut felt queasy. He might not have spider senses, but intuition never failed him. And right now it was telling him to find you and get the fuck out as soon as possible. Precisely in that order. He didn't want to pull out a Miles, even if he wanted to on this wretched world. Frustrating as it was, Earth S-2015 was a necessary evil, like his ruler and his major minion.

Not that you were incapable of fending for yourself, one of the main reasons he  didn't act right away, but knowing who was in this place, and the possibilities, made his chest constrict with a new wave of underlying anxiety and dread as  there was no Spider in this earth to protect it.

His watch buzzed a bit too late with a new message from Lyla.

RUN!!!!

A hoard of drones shoot his way, creating a sequential line of explosions, he dodged, tore, and crashed the drones against eachother, as if they were bugs pestering him.

"Look! Another one!"

Some officers didn't wait to appear and shoot their best shots at him. They fired and Miguel fought back, talons in hands, ripping and tearing flesh.

They had taken you, and a cold sweat ran down his spine.

Mierda...

He took one officer by his neck, masked face came into view as his teeth bared.

"The other one, where is she?!" he seethed but the man was stupid enough to oppose. He thrashed, which only added gasoline to Miguel's already blazing fury. Talons dug in the man's tender flesh, but even so, the officer had managed to impale a needle on his arm. It's liquid immediately melting into Miguel's muscles.

It stung.

With a hiss, Miguel let the man go, too focused on the sudden burning sensation spreading through his arm and body like a wildfire. Breathings took a couple of seconds to turn erratic, lights flickered and dances before his eyes.

Concéntrate, mierda! (Fucking focus)

The remaining officers jumped on him, using their subduing tools on him, an electrical shock here and there, a couple of stabs that had him kneeling, punches that definitely got all air out of his scorching lungs. It hurted to breath, to move, to see. His photophobia was rampant as lights were suddenly on him.

Miguel tried to cover his eyes but punches kept coming, he lunged and swung back to nothing but air, as his faculties were in a painful sensorial overload. The last thing he could manage in between blurry and prancing lights was the officer's wicked smile, stretching. Darkness claimed him.

----

"Me estás hartando, quédate quieta de una vez!" (I'm getting tired of this, stay still!)

The lack of exercising had made you slow, he didn't give you enough time to fight back when dragging you by the ankles while you were in the best of your nap. The alerts in your body kicked a bit too late, and like he had done before, his hips grounded yours, suffocating their squirming as his hand squeezed the wrists, needle menacing on his other hand, a pinkish liquid shook within.

"Fuck you!"

With a low growl he smashed your hands against the mattress, earning him a painful yelp, and it was his chance to sink the needle on your neck, a sting that immediately stifled your body, a brief itch spreaded through before turning into a cool shot of drug.

"Don't worry... We'll get to it later. But I need your body cooperating first."

You tried batting his hands away, but he held your face, and you gulped. He was staring.

Michael Stone was staring at you.

Thrill, joy, and something eldritch within his beautiful eyes. It scared as it intrigued you.

"What did you just put in me!?"

His nose nuzzled on the crook of your neck and crooned, "Nothing you should worry about, pequeña. Just a little enhance that will take my investigation to the next level."

His nose revelled up to your neck, body shuddering with the soft kisses left imprinted on your skin. It confused you.

One moment he treated you like the best thing he had ever had, and the next he manhandled you like a rag doll, pumping whatever substances he thought right into your bloodstream.

"Ger'off me!" A backlash and he chuckled.

"You're amusing. Might keep you as a pet once my child is born." He frowned suddenly, like if an idea had came into mind, pondering.

"Or not, I could grow it on my own... But, no no. It wouldn't be the same, wouldn't it?." His peering landed on your abdomen, ready to see it plump. "Call. me traditionalist in that way, but there is nothing more beautiful than seeing life growing within a perfect specimen." His eyes twinkled. 

"You're a sick fuck, you know that?"

"You loved having this sick fuck inside, pequeña. Your mouth might be spilling nonsense, but your cunt" He cupped it suddenly, shutting you up right away, "neither data lies."

A thick lump was swallowed down your throat.

"Rest well, I've got a surprise for you."

The smirk on his lips was everything but a good omen. And the heat increasing on your body didn't help. Hormones were slowly coming to a riot, spider tingle ringing harder for a moment.

Great.

Fingers rubbed on where he sunk the needle, wishing that for once he wouldn't use the thick ones. A tiny red smudge came into the pad of your fingertip.

Asshole.

----

Disgust, curiosity and repulsion.

Those were the main reads on Miguel's bruised face when Michael was before him, having a taste of his lips, but quickly backed up upon feeling the prong of his fangs grazing at his tongue. Miguel spat away his taste.

"Vete a la mierda, cabrón!" (Fuck you, asshole)

"Oh" His smirk went wider, almost wicked. He wasted no time in securing his grip on Miguel's chin to probe and poke at his mouth, revelling at every single thing within his structure.

"This is... perfect! With you and my vessel, we'll create-"

Michael jumped backwards as Miguel tried to lunge for him, but to no avail, chains clinked on his feet and wrists, restraining him.

"Now, now. What happened to that... friendly neighborhood thing your species used to preach? Is it a ruse?"

Miguel's fury burned brighter than the sun, he was ablaze, the Ethyl Chloride still railed within his bloodstream. He'd have to wait a bit more, just a bit for it's effects to leave his system and he'd free himself.

Never in his life had the urge of hurting someone came so strong on him, but he needed to be as collected as possible if he wanted to find you.

Even if his evil twin's hand roamed over his chest, measuring and probing his physiology. What's with everyone trying to get a piece of him?

His sight landed on something that undeniably belonged to you, a piece of your suit, under a microscope. Michael followed Miguel's line of sight and smiled, naturally, proud even.

"She's been a good specimen. The best one I've got so far."

A cold shudder ran down Miguel's back, eyes immediately on him, venom dripping in his words as they came out in a growl

"What have you done?"

Michael shrugged nonchalant, pride swelling up his chest. "Nothing but my work, Mr. O'Hara. And now that I've got you, you'll help me too."

"Te juro que si has hecho algo para lastimarla-" (I swear if you've done something to hurt her)

"Oh no, no. Im not that kind of monster." Michael tinkered with some tubes as he pulled a couple strands off Miguel's head. The Boss shook his head away from his tweezers.

"But she can get annoying sometimes. Nothing that pleasure helps to shut her up"

Miguel's eyes went wide, horror and anger in tandem within his crimson gaze.

His talons poked out, itching to tear the man before him, until he was nothing but bloody chum, fuck the canon, fuck this dimension. He'd do everyone a favor, unlike the first time he broke the rules.

"But dread not. Tonight is very special" Michael smiled at Miguel, but it didn't reached his eyes. The same pink liquid he injected on you was now flowing in Miguel's veins, thanks to thw needles in his shackles.

"Mating season is around the corner , isn't it?"

Miguel scowled, wary as Michael made his arms and legs restricted to the metallic wall of his confinement, hitting his head in the process. A wave of pain invaded Miguel's skull.

"I won't hurt her, no. But I won't allow you to take her away from me."

Michael pressed a button, sending shockwaves through Miguel's body, suit glitching out, until it disappeared, leaving a bare, righteous doppelganger of himself at his feet, panting, gritting his teeth and growling in pain.

Michael leered at Miguel unabashedly, smoke oozed from his shimmery tan skin, and the madman nodded, pleased.

"You spider-folk are unique and wonderful creatures indeed."

It was the last thing Miguel heard before another electrical and unexpected shock subdued him to darkness.

----

Miguel

His mind was a puddle. Nothing coherent could properly take shape in his brain. His body was heavy, doused in a borderline painful heat, the same sort of feeling he'd get once his body entered this spider-like urge to mate.

Miguel!

The voice calling him was familiar, but it's tinge sent a delicious pulsation right to the tip of his already twitching cock.

Wake up!

Leaden-lids parted enough to take in his surroundings again, consciousness returning to his empty body. But as it did, the strong tidal waves of his arousal drowned him in.

It didn't help he kept hearing these delicious mewls and pants, begging for him to do something simple as to wake up. The constant slaps of flesh and the breathless moans made a trail of precum escape his flushed and sensitive tip. Thick veins decored his pulsating girth, aching painfully to sink in something. To be wrapped in nothing but snug zeal.

"F-Fuck... Wake up, please!"

Another garbled moan that ended in an acute whimper. And that made him growl. His toes curled in, bleary sight finally taking focus on what was going on.

He could only blink at the scene. Stupid and high in need. Dying to be free and unleash himself.

"Ohmygod-" you hiccuped, watching him, flushed cheeks, mouth gaping and panting, exhaling deep and sweet mewls his body yearned to induce

"Miguel!"

You called, waking him up despite your insides getting a good rearrangement by Michael. The latter was too keen in watching his reaction as he smacked himself against you, his cheeks reddened in want.

You were spreaded like a book ontop of the sitting madman, back colliding with his bare chest, hands cuffed within two metallic hoops, hooked behind Michael's head; cunt swallowing him inside, choking with his continuous thrustings, slapping the back of your ass over and over as his hands kept your thighs apart and close to your chest, providing Miguel with a 4K image of your bullied and glistening pussy.

The way Michael pushed in so swiftly made Miguel's cock to erupt with another pre cum bead. Your breast swayed and bounced at the rough pace settled underneath. A rhythmic slap, like a perfect metronome for an obscene and wet melody.

The little rational part of Miguel told him, demanded him to look away. To spare you some shame, but his body had been rewired in such way he was unable to tear his oggling away, cause he could feel the need to break the chains and do a better job than Michael. He'd destroy you. He needed to.

Michael's hands made you hold the back of your own thighs, so he could plow deeper. And your spine arched as your toes curled, legs shook and a sweet acute cry echoed through the lab, announcing your first orgasm.

Miguel's sore cock twitched. Begging him to jump into action. His mouth watered as your pussy swallowed Michael's cock so deep and tight that a frothy, creamy ring nested at the base of his tightened balls, contracting as the madman came inside your snug hole.

Your arousal awakened a primal need in him, to the point that his talons dug in the fat of his palm, cutting skin and bleeding, like his bottom lip. Plump mouth heaved, his throat rumbled with gutural growls the more he stared, hypnotized at your post-bliss face.

Miguel whimpered, like a kicked dog, a deep flush invading his heaving countenance.

"Seems the serum is also making effect"

Michael slicked his hair back and gave an excited sigh, "I think it's time to see his performance, right?"

Michael pushed you away from his body, Bambi-like legs failed their attempt to hold your whole frame. You fell on the ground with a wheeze. Miguel immediately lunged, but his restrains held him back, prevented him from achieving his main goal.

Crimson eyes turned darker, nearly matching Michael's. The latter pressed a button and the collar on Miguel fell with a clank on the floor.

"M-Miguel" it was difficult to find your voice when it was scrapped raw and dry, but still, you had to try.

"We... we gotta leave. Do you hear me?"

Of course he did, but his mating cycle was on peak, thanks to Michael. He had messed up the natural process by accelerating his heat prematurely.

Why would he leave when he was about to wreck you?

His feet were unlocked. You gave Michael a pleading look while trying to crawl away. When the last lock clicked free, your breath hitched.

It felt like a slow motion as you looked over your shoulders, marked with hickeys Michael left. Pupils wide blown as Miguel lurched forward, stalking and hovering over you. Cock smearing his pre cum in whatever skin it landed, marking you with his scent as he  manhandled your hips up, aligning them with his girth.

His hand was big enough to keep your whole head on the floor. Michael cackled as Miguel sunk in deep in a powerful roll of his hips, earning a stuttering grunt through clenched teeth from you.

The fat of your ass trembled, your clasped hands curled underneath your torso, in dire need of holding onto something, cause Miguel merciless plows were fucking any coherent thought.

Your whole body shook underneath him, cunt ever tight, your juices and Michael's cum made him easier to delve in a pace you knew would scrap your knees, cause he wasn't stopping nor waning.

Michael circled you both, hand on his cock, stroking himself at the sheer display of primal desire. The whole show made him hard, specially when seeing your engorged clit peeking underneath Miguel's jackhammering frame, flushed from the unceasing beating the hero's balls provided it.

"Just like that" Michael husked, and whimpered as you did nothing but sputter nonsensical and lewd blabbering.

Miguel's fingertips sunk tighter as they grope your hips firmly to keep you from lurching forward, despite him plunging into you with abandonment, as if with every thrust he'd say take it.

Take it for disobeying.

Your toes curled in and your jaw slacked open, unable to keep it together.

Take it for not following instructions.

"M... Mig-"

Bendito... He was just starting and you were already clamping onto him in a grip so tight it only matched the way he was holding your beautiful and generous hips.

"You're almost there, Mr. O'Hara! Keep it going!"

One specific thrust had your eyes watering and rolling back. A pathetic and incomplete scream made Michael to kneel behind you both. His eyes were too dazed in how Miguel fucked you. Dancing up and down, like the strokes of his hands on his cock.

Miguel secured your head in a tight headlock that cut your air supply enough to clench on him, again. Strong biceps trapped your airy head, clouded with a biting desire that came stronger every time you breathed.

Michael groaned when Miguel pulled a last thrust, sheathing to the hilt, forcing a powerful and milky kiss on your cervix. The madman's mouth wasted no time to sink in between Miguel's firm glutes, tasting him, squeezing and pushing him towards his face, tongue fucking the tight hole, earning a low but stuttering growl from a surprised Miguel. Glasses fogging at the rising temperature.

"Fucking delicious." He mumbled with a smack of his lips to focus his attention in your flushed and sensitive cunt. When Miguel pulled out, Michael was already pushing him away, to then prowl at your throbbing cunt, gathering the leaking cum on his tongue, revelling in the taste as he pushed it back inside with a soft dribble.

"W-Wait" You hissed, his moist muscle had been wonderful once, but right now it felt rough. Flesh too sensitive to the touch.

Miguel staggered, body overridden with a relentless urge to be inside you again, but his body screamed for a rest, the venom still lingered on his muscles. Michael on the other hand, cradled and sunk you once more ontop of him.

"The more you take, the more chances you'll get pregnant are." He explained underneath you. Tears rolled down your flustered cheeks, overstimulated and pearled, glowy skin by the thin layer of sweat etched in every slope and dint in your body.

Michael licked them with a groan while his hips smacked yours in a slow but deep, deep rut, pulling the last coherent thoughts through muffled groans and hiccuping mewls, while you shook your head vehemently.

"You're so perfect, pequeña"

"T-Too much" you croaked

Michael sunk you in a swift move, as his slapping hips met yours upwards, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

"No, no. you can. You're strong, bonita. You can take me." His crooning was eerie, yet so alluring it blurred the line between monster and devotee.

Pleasure clung to your brain with such force it was dizzying. Every pore of your body oozed with the pheromones the serum produced, creating a tantalizing smell that lured Michael and Miguel's attention.

The grumpy hero could only watch you squirm as another cock that wasn't his, wrecked your insides in a tortuous pace.

"Fuck" He grunted, feeling the consuming and mind numbing drug licking at every inch of his cinnamon skin, imploring to feel you again.

Even though the Ethyl Chloride's effect had been long gone, the serum reacted to your pheromones. Meaning he'd need to provoke one more peak to have the effects completely worn out.

He'd feel sorry and awful all he wanted later, his priority was to get you out of this madman's claws. But...

It was impossible not to think in how good you felt, how delicious your whole body contorted while witnessing the way Michael subdued you to ride him as he captured one of your nipples in his urgent mouth. Lovely and plump bumps of flesh jiggled at the tempo, outer folds that without a doubt would be so sensitive to the touch, parted and guzzled Michael's veiny cock.

Miguel crawled to you both.

How well you had taken them each., Adjusting perfectly at their sizes, like a perfect flesh sleeve.

He hovered over the both and smoothed away the strands of hair that stuck on your flushed and gorgeously fucked out face.

The heat was consuming, and Michael's pace wasn't enough. The madman noted you were reaching the peak of the serum functionality as you urged your wobbly hips clumsily on his.

Despite you not being able to properly verbalise your pleasure, you still sought it. Michael's wicked fantasies came true when Miguel pushed you tighter against him, as if wanting to flush your body and Michael's as one being, just to have a proper glimpse of the sight that had him guiding his tip towards your already stuffed entrance.

Detente (Stop)

But he couldn't, he couldn't stop himself from entering you, knees flexing as he lowered his pelvis, pushing inch my inch deeper. Earning an ascending pleasurable wail from you.

Your eyes widened and your jaw clenched, baring your teeth as he also sheathed inside, womb so full it bulged.

Michael's laugh echoed through the room. Everything had came as planned.

"Let's make you a wonderful mother, mi pequeña."

Oh my god.

A panting groan escaped as Michael moved in first, igniting the painfully delicious friction inside you. He wasn't only stimulating you, but Miguel as well. The snug crevice too tight for them to coexist in peace, yet there they were, fighting over who pulled the last peak and thread of rationality out of you.

Their cocks pumping and prodding had your spine arching. Miguel grabbed a fistful of your front strands and pulled backwards, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, letting your chest exposed to Michael. He wasted no time into pushing both of your breasts together, tongue alternating between the left and right.

Sucking, lapping, wriggling his hot muscle on your taut peaks, making a mess out of them by creating more hickeys in every inch of salty tasting visible skin.

"Michael!" You whimpered and it was enough for Miguel to plow harder. The sinful makeout session of their cocks inside your walls made you pant, beg and laugh like a total loon.

A streak of saliva escaped the corner of your gaping mouth. Head lolled back and fro, fried brain with the lust both men induced you, floating on cloud nine. You didn't want to come down to earth, much less when Miguel and Michael's groans and moans over you, urged you to be the best cum dumpster ever.

Miguel pulled your handcuffed hands underneath your chin, beckoning your lips to his. His mouth suffocated any future moan as you bounced on both.

Your one and only boss didn't need you wailing his name to know you ached for him. But Michael was set into having a proper taste out of you both.

He pulled you closer, pushing deeper inside you. Michael's lips erased all trace of Miguel's on yours, to then kiss Miguel. To his surprise, Miguel didn't oppose, too gone in the sensations this mass of tangled limbs offered.

Michael hands roamed your body and Miguel's, feeling his own climax approach.

Hearing Miguel's animalistic growls on your ear, made your clit throb. He pounded with every fiber of his body, urging you to reach the stars and play with them.

Your cunt soaked them, too wrecked and ruined to care. Like your mind. It didn't matter who fucked better, all your body asked was fresh cum, deep in your womb.

The serum coaxed you to move faster, almost matching the rhythm of their whomps. The sound of your greedy and drooling hole being battered was music to their ears.

Michael whimpered and his spine arched, finally reaching his peak, spurting his hot sticky scent inside. Miguel hissed and held Michael close, watching him.

Limbs nearly cramped as they curled in, hands fisted tightly on each side of his trembling body, eyes rolled back, mouth panting, head too heavy to think straight. And that's when Miguel sunk his fangs on his neck, injecting his paralyzing venom on his bloodstream.

A pornographic and slurred moan erupted from Michael, his wicked smirk widened as his body slowly but surely, lost all control of his nerves, unable to command them to move.

Miguel had to resist the urge to come inside. He knew he had a couple of minutes before Michael regained mobility, and as heavenly as you felt, he pulled out of you, drowning his orgasm with regained self control, earning a small hissing as he pulled you out too, gently, off Michael.

Legs and body refused to cooperate. With clumsy steps he stood, taunting the surfaces for support. He slanted against the table, gasping for air.

Miguel shook his head and threw a quick look to Michael, still on the floor, but now groaning in discomfort. Even his tongue had numbed out.

Miguel didn't waste time and sauntered over the next table where pieces of his gizmo laid neatly arranged in a metallic tray. He swept them all in a container, along the tubes filled with his samples.

Like Hobie, he took other parts of machinery in a quickened pace to finally grab a couple of lab robes. He wore one and covered your overworked body, to then throw you above his shoulder.

"Nos vamos." (We're leaving)

Michael groaned, loudly. Anger was felt in every gurgle his throat did. Despair widened in the only thing that still remained movable in his numb face. They darted between you and Miguel, begging him to leave you there.

He groaned again, losing sight once Miguel swung with you from a window.

"Hold on tight if you can" Miguel's voice cooed as you two escaped.

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Michael had to douse some pain killer spray on the two slits done in his neck.

How could he not forsee this? How could he miss something so obvious that ended up messing his one decade old plan?

He let his emotion get the best out of him, fouling up his usual calculating judgment, replacing it with excitement.

A Public Eye squad remained before him, awaiting for his orders.

"Find them. I need the woman alive, understood?"

"What about the... other one? The monster?" The same officer Miguel had sliced through and marked, spoke.

The lights in the screen gave Michael a sinister red hue on his face, light reflecting on his glasses.

"He's not a monster, Johnson." Dr. Stone smirked, copying your information in his database, "There can't be two of us."

Johnson, the captain, nodded. The squad obeyed, and the hunt was on.

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[notsosweetchan]

Warning: Smut (Minors Do Not Interact)

Paring - Jisung x Reader -

Roommates Pillow

Y/N looked up through heavy-lidded eyes at Jisung's contorted face— his jaw clenched and eyes screwed shut as if trying to fight off orgasmic bliss. A renewed sense of power surged through her veins as she realized she had reduced him to this; a whimpering mess beneath her ministrations.

Jisung's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her mouth harder and faster onto his length as he lost himself to the sensations. His hips bucked in time with her bobbing head, his breaths ragged and uneven.

"Y/N... I'm... I'm... gonna...!"he warned, his warning drowned out by her moan of approval.Y/N felt him twitch in her mouth mere seconds before he came, his hot seed shooting down her waiting throat.

She swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him on her tongue as she looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. Jisung collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving with exertion as he tried to catch his breath.

"Y/n... I... that was..." he trailed off, at a loss for words. His eyes met hers, and in that moment, they both knew nothing would ever be the same again. "Shh," Y/N soothed, crawling up the bed to straddle his hips. "I know. But... I'm not quite done with you yet.

"With that, she reached down between her legs to free herself from her panties before guiding Jisung's now-softening cock to her entrance.

"Y/N... are you sure?" he managed to ask, his eyes filled with concern despite his post-orgasmic haze. Y/N responded by rocking her hips forward, sheathing him nightly inside her tight heat. "Shut up and fuck me, Jisung."

With a deep breath, Jisung positioned himself inside Y/N's wet heat and pushed forward. Their moans of pleasure mingled together as he began to thrust inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around him.

It was more than he could have ever dreamed of - his roommate, his best friend, riding him with such skill and desire. He groaned deeply as he watched her body move up and down on him, the sight hypnotizing him into a trance of lust.

The way she bit her lower lip in sync with each thrust made him even harder than before, the ache between his legs impossible to ignore. The bed creaked under their combined weight as they moved together, sweat starting to bead on their skin from the intense heat generated by their passion.

The air was thick with the scent of sex and arousal mixed with jasmine from Y/N's shampoo. Every time she looked at him, love bites flashing in her eyes, it sent shivers down his spine. Her breasts swayed enticingly with each movement, nipples growing harder against her tank top.

Jisung grasped at her hips tightly, pulling her down hard onto his dick when she began to ascend before pushing up into her when she descended, taking control of the pace.

Their rhythm became more rapid as they found each other's rhythm, fingers digging into skin almost painfully but never once did either protest.

Breaths became ragged as they neared their peak once more.Y/N watched in disbelief as her roommate Jisung, his short stature and slender build visible even from the doorway, continued to hump her pillow with wild abandon.

His toned arms flexing and relaxing as he drove his hips up into the soft fabric, moaning desperately. Her room was dark, the only light filtering in through the half-closed blinds casting strange shadows across his sweaty face and glistening skin.

He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers that hugged his slim hips, revealing the curve of his ass cheeks every time he threw his head back in ecstasy. Every now and then, he would let out a guttural cry of pleasure that vibrated through Y/N's core and made her heart race with curiosity.

She couldn't help but let out a small giggle at first, taken aback by the absurdity of the situation. But as she watched him lose himself in this private act, something inside her awakened - a primal desire that she had never felt before.

The way his body moved against the pillow was so sensual, so raw; it ignited a fire within her she didn't know she could feel. She bit her bottom lip nervously, wondering if she should intervene or just simply watch. Before she could make up her mind, though, he suddenly stopped mid-thrust and let out a gasp when he heard her voice.

Jisung whipped around to face her trembling form in shock - their eyes meeting for a split second before they both realized what he was doing.

His cheeks instantly flushed bright red as he jumped off the bed, trying to cover himself with one hand while awkwardly adjusting his boxers with the other. "Y/N! Oh my god, I didn't know you were here!" he stammered, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to cover the bulge in his boxers.

"I-I thought you'd be out," Y/N stuttered back, feeling her own cheeks heat up with embarrassment. The air was thick with arousal and sweat, making it hard for either of them to think straight. “Is that my pillow?” she managed to choke out, unable to tear her eyes away from the bulge in Jisung's boxers.

Jisung gulped audibly, feeling his throat dry up as he glanced back at the pillow teasingly. "Yeah... um... it is," he managed to spit out between ragged breaths. He could feel himself still twitching inside his boxers, the heat radiating off his body.

His heart raced as he tried to act casual about it all."I-I mean... I swear it's not what it looks like!" Y/N's heart raced even faster now, her mind racing with thoughts she had never considered before involving Jisung.

"It's... it's fine," she managed to say shakily, her eyes darting between his flaccid member and his flushed face. "I-I can see you were... enjoying yourself..."

Her voice trailed off, unsure of what else to say in this awkward situation. A part of her wanted to laugh it off as a joke but another part of her, one she didn't know existed, was intrigued by the idea of Jisung being aroused by something so mundane as her pillow.

Jisung blushed even deeper, if that were possible, and fidgeted with his hands. "S-Sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to... I mean, I wasn't thinking straight..." His words trailed off into mumbles as he desperately tried to come up with an excuse for his behavior.

"It's okay, Jisung," Y/N whispered, her voice shaking but her eyes glinting with an unspoken desire as she bit her bottom lip.

He was so cute when he was flustered like this, and the fact that she had accidentally walked in on him in such a vulnerable moment only added to his charm. "I…thought it was hot.”

Suddenly, Y/N felt a rush of heat spread through her entire body. It was wrong, she knew that, but she couldn't help herself.

Watching Jisung, her roommate and best friend, hump her pillow - and his reaction to being caught - was too much for her to handle. She could feel the thumping of her heartbeat in her ears as she took a step closer to him. He was still flustered, his cheeks bright red and his breath coming out in short gasps.

The way his toned arms flexed and relaxed, the curve of his ass cheeks visible even through the darkness... it was intoxicating. "Y/N...?" Jisung managed to croak out, his eyes widening as he realized she was coming closer. His mind raced with possibilities but he couldn't bring himself to voice them aloud.

This wasn't how he envisioned their first time together, but then again, he never thought they'd ever be in this situation. "Um, Y/N?" Y/N couldn't take it anymore. She closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against his, her body trembling with want.

Jisung's shocked gasp turned into a moan as their lips locked, his boxers tenting even more against her thighs. The taste of him flooded her senses: sweat, desire, and a hint of cologne from earlier that day. It was intoxicating.

Her heart raced as she explored his mouth with her tongue, longing for more contact. Jisung's hands hesitantly found their way to Y/N's hips, pulling her closer to him as he lost himself in the moment. The room around them vanished, leaving only the two of them entangled in a tangle of limbs and desire.

His boxers were now painfully tight against his skin, throbbing with need for release. Her touches were everywhere; the hollow of his neck, down his abs, grazing his erection trapped within the fabric of his boxers.

"Y/N... I-I..." he gasped between kisses but she silenced him with another kiss, this one more demanding than before. With one fluid motion, Y/N reached down and yanked down Jisung's boxers, freeing his rock-hard manhood from its confines.

He moaned into her mouth as his length bounced against his stomach, pulsing with need. She couldn't believe this was happening; her roommate - her best friend - naked before her very eyes. A shiver coursed down her spine at the thought of what they were doing, but she couldn't stop now.

Y/N trailed a finger up and down his shaft, feeling the velvety skin in awe of its warmth and hardness. Jisung's hips bucked involuntarily at her touch, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as she stroked him from base to tip. "God, Y/N... I... I've always wanted..." he panted, his words cut off by another moan as she circled the tip with her index finger.

"I... I know," she breathed against his ear before lowering herself to her knees before him. Jisung's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Y/N unravel before his very eyes; from the shy, reserved roommate he thought he knew to this confident, lustful goddess before him now.

"Tell me what you want," she purred, her voice husky with need. Jisung's breath hitched in anticipation, his cock throbbing with anticipation as he looked down at her. "I... I want you to... suck me off," he said, almost a plea. He couldn't believe the words were coming out of his mouth but there was no going back now.

Y/N smirked up at him before lightly brushing her lips against the head of his cock, eliciting a gasp from both of them. She teased him for a few moments longer, running her tongue along every inch of him before taking him fully.

"Fuck... Y/N," Jisung panted out between thrusts Y/N wrapped her fingers around Jisung's neck as he slammed into her, their teeth clicking together with each deep, wet kiss they gave each other.

She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, the head of it hitting her G-spot with every deep thrust. She moaned into his mouth, their tongues dancing together in a messy tangle before he pulled away to gasp for breath. His cheeks were flushed and his chest heaved, sweat beading on his skin.

"Jisung...," she panted, reaching down to stroke his length again. It twitched in response, leaking a few more drops of precum onto her palm. He groaned loudly, feeling her wet heat squeeze him again and again.

"God... Y/N," he murmured, eyes rolling back into his head as pleasure coursed through him. She was so tight around him - hot, wet, and the way she moved... it was more than he could take. With a primal growl, he grabbed her hips and began to pound into her with newfound urgency.

Each bounce of their hips sent waves of pleasure throughout their bodies as they both neared orgasm once more. Their skin slapped together in time with the slapping of their flesh against the mattress, the only sound in the room besides their heavy breaths and occasional moans.

Jisung's musky scent filled the air now, mingling with sweat and desire as he pushed deeper inside Y/N with every thrust - making sure to hit that spot that always drove her wild when she touched herself during those late-night fantasies she had about him. It didn't hurt anymore - it just felt so fucking good knowing it was him doing this to her.

"Oh... fuck... Jisung... I'm... I'm gonna..." she moaned, her nails digging into his back as she felt her orgasm approach.

Jisung grunted in response, feeling his own release building inside him as well. His hips pounded frantically against hers, desperate to feel her come apart around him once more. "Cum for me... Y/N... cum on my cock," he growled lowly in her ear.

With a high-pitched squeal, Y/N's body tensed around him as she came apart, her walls milking him dry within her. Jisung growled out her name before he flipped them both over so that he was on top, driving himself even deeper inside her contracting pussy as he shot his load deep inside her.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, coating her insides with his seed as they both cried out in blissful release. As their orgasms subsided, Jisung collapsed on top of Y/N, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

His cock still throbbing inside her, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through both of their bodies. They lay there, entangled in each other's arms, catching their breaths and trying to process what just happened between them.

Finally, Jisung pulled out of her with a wet sound, leaving them both feeling empty and spent. Y/N looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, a sated smile on her lips. "So... that just happened," she said, trying to sound flippant but failing miserably. Jisung couldn't help but chuckle as he wiped the sweat off his brow.

"Yeah... uh... about that..." he started to say when Y/N placed a finger over his lips."Shh... no talking. We can deal with this tomorrow," she mumbled, nuzzling into his neck before drifting off to sleep with a contented sigh.

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[racinggirl]

first of all, congrats on graduating!! i was thinking about a childhood best friends to lovers charles x reader blurb where they both (finally) find out they have a crush on each other …

y/n likes charles, it’s obvious to everyone on the grid except him. he likes her too (but y/n’s oblivious as well), and he always fights for her attention (though he doesn’t need to, it’s always on him anyway). the timing’s just unfortunate, every time charles looks at her it seems like she’s laughing and smiling and generally being affectionate with someone that isn’t him!! what he doesn’t know is that a majority of the time she’s being teased for her crush and laughing bashfully while telling the other driver to stop - “he’s right over there! he could hear you!” - but he’s never close enough to hear :( it all comes to a peak when he finally does hear them!! “so, when will you tell him that you’ve been in love for years and years and-?” daniel says, obviously being dramatic, but charles hears and masks his broken heart with curiosity. “oh? y/n has a crush?” he questions, y/n denies it (absolutely mortified that he overheard), and daniel finallly screws them both over: “you both like each other! y/n likes you, and charles likes you!” he points to each of them, walking away once he’s done, leaving a blushing charles and a blushing y/n <3 you can decide who confesses first!!

this was a whole bunch of word vomit and turned out way longer than expected, feel no pressure to get it out quickly if you decide to pick it up!! have a good day or night <3

❤️ If only they knew...

Having a crush on someone close to you is often a challenge, especially when you do not want them to find out before knowing if the feelings were mutual. Having a crush on your best friend is even worse because there’s a lot at stake.

Monaco, the place to be for both you and Charles. However, this time it was the place to be for a lot more people than just the two of you. It was race week here in this beautiful country, meaning that the usual 40 thousand people that were present here had now drastically increased just for the weekend. Just to see them race.

Them, and him. Charles Leclerc. He had been your friend for as long as you could remember. People would often assume you and him were a couple, referring to you as a WAG. You weren’t, though, even when you wished you were.

‘’Y/N!’’ You heard Lando’s voice in your right ear. Ever since he moved to Monaco a few years ago, you and he became good friends as well. Aside from spending time together, you knew he would be able to keep a secret you couldn’t hold to yourself anymore.

You glanced over at the Brit dressed in his papaya team polo and shot him a smile. ‘’Norris.’’ You felt his arm wrapping around your shoulder as the two of you made your way towards the exit of the paddock.

Another good thing about Monaco is the fact that you’ll be able to sleep at home instead of a hotel, just like many other drivers. ‘’Charles was looking at you earlier today.’’ He smirked, slowly removing his hand from your shoulder and he shoved it in the pocket of his jeans. ‘’He’s always looking at you, you know.’’ He teased and you felt your cheeks becoming nearly as red as the new SF-24.

‘’Stop it! He’s right over there! He could hear you, idiot!’’ You murmured, your hand on his chest to give him a gentle push.

Charles was standing a few meters away from where you were. He was waiting near his car, knowing he’d take you back to your place as you also arrived with him here this morning. He saw your interactions with the McLaren driver, and he could immediately feel this burning sensation in his stomach. Most call it jealousy.

Lando looked over at the Ferrari driver and raised his hand, giving him a friendly wave before he patted your back slightly. ‘’See you tomorrow, Y/N.’’ He smirked before walking off to his scooter.

‘’Hey.’’ Charles smiled at you, opening the door for you so you could easily enter his Ferrari. ‘’Thank you.’’ You blushed, taking a seat once he let you. He always did these small things, being the gentleman he is. Opening doors for you, ordering food whenever you were too busy with school, delivering flowers for your birthday, asking you about your schoolwork, even walking with you to get groceries since he knew you hated going on your own. He was perfect in every way possible, if only you could see he was trying to be perfect for you.

‘’So, when will you tell him that you have a crush on him?’’ Daniel had been teasing you about your crush on Charles. Lando never told him, at least that’s what he swore.

Earlier that day

‘’I didn’t tell him!’’ Lando exclaimed, his hands defensively up in the air as he looked at you. ‘’I know you wanted to keep it a secret, I’m not one to break that promise.’’ He explained.

Daniel was looking at your interactions with a smile on his face. He asked you how Charles and you were doing, commenting on the fact you were wearing matching shoes – the ones Charles got you for your birthday – and asking you when your first date would be.

‘’He didn’t tell me, Y/N.’’ He chuckled. ‘’It’s obvious, the way you look at him, the way you laugh at his jokes, when most of the time they aren’t even that funny. Come on, everybody can see!’’ He laughs, watching your cheeks turn to a bright shade of red. ‘’Even just talking about him turns you into a tomato.’’ He smiled and wrapped his arm around you. You had always been good friends with most of the grid, especially since you lived in Monaco, and most of Charles’ co-workers moved here as well.

Present

‘’So, when will you tell him that you’ve been in love for years and years and-?’’

‘’Oh? Y/N has a crush?’’

Fuck.

Charles.

He had been watching you for a few seconds, mostly the seconds that Daniel wrapped his arm around you, the same way Lando did yesterday. He just wanted to be that person to you, he wanted to be the guy that made you smile the way his friends did to you, or make you giggle. If only he knew…

‘’No, I don’t.’’ You quickly exclaimed, nudging Daniel’s side which caused him to let go of you. ‘’I don’t have a crush. They are just trolling.’’ You smiled, trying your hardest to hide the blush on your cheeks when you saw Charles looking directly into your eyes.

Monza, the crowd was filled with Tifosi, the sky was red because of all the flares people light up, especially after Charles crossed the finish line first. He won, he won in Monza, and the people were going crazy.

‘’You won!’’ You laughed; your arms wrapped around his neck as you gave him the biggest hug possible. ‘’You’re incredible!’’ You smiled, kissing his cheek which gave the both of you intense butterflies, but neither of you were aware. You both thought you were the only one feeling that way.

‘’Great race, mate!’’ Daniel patted Charles’ back after he watched the two of you talk for a while. ‘’Thanks, you weren’t bad yourself.’’ Your best friend replied, receiving a chuckle from the Australian driver.

‘’Why don’t you two just kiss?’’ He then bluntly spoke, causing your eyes to widen, your cheeks to burn extremely hot, Charles to be confused and his eyes following Daniel’s who had been looking at you with a smirk.

‘’Come on guys, you’re not telling me you aren’t aware of the fact you’re both madly in love with each other. Charles, you like Y/N, Y/N, you like Charles, seal the deal and kiss already!’’ He laughed and with that he walked away, leaving the two of you stunned at what just happened.

‘’I…’’ ‘’Ehm…’’ The both of you tried to say something that would make sense, but with your cheeks as red as the sky, and your lips glued together, you were unable to.

His PR manager soon stepped in, watching his phone before looking at the driver. ‘’Charles, interviews, come on, let’s go.’’

‘’You like me?’’ You carefully asked the moment you were seated in his car. The interviews had finished, as well as the post-race press conference. You had decided to wait for him even though the two of you decided you’d go to the hotel with his team as the interviews would take a long time here in Monza.

He chuckled, grabbing the steering wheel and rubbing his thumbs on the leather of it. ‘’I thought it was obvious.’’ He smiled softly, picking on some threads of the wheel.

‘’I mean, I guess it was, but not to me.’’ You replied, not keeping your eyes away from him. You were still in the parking lot of the hotel. Neither of you spoke on your way back to the hotel. He didn’t even question why you waited for him instead of going back with his team.

‘’Who knew?’’ He asked. ‘’Who knew you had feelings for, me.’’ He whispered the last word almost inaudible, probably because it felt weird to him that he could finally say it out aloud. ‘’Almost everyone, I guess.’’ You blushed, playing with the fabric of your shirt.

‘’Everyone but me.’’ He smiled, now turning to face you. His hand gently moved to take a hold of yours, and this time it felt different. It was even worse than it used to be. Your heart was beating out of your chest because you knew the truth now. You knew the two of you had feelings for one another, and when two people like each other, it won’t take long before the next step would have been made.

You closed your eyes when you felt his breath on your lips, his warm, minty breath tickled your lips gently. ‘’May I?’’ He whispered, his left hand leaning up to cup your cheek. You didn’t nod but replied by pressing your lips on his.

Fireworks exploded in your stomach, and for the first time, you knew the same happened to him. Because he kissed you back, somehow you could feel all those years of unspoken feelings into this one single kiss. It was magical, your stomach couldn’t stop with creating more and more butterflies, and you never wanted this to end.

‘’You have no idea how long I’ve waited to be able to do that.’’ He whispers against your lips, causing the corners of your mouth to point upwards into a smile.

‘’My god… if only we knew.’’

a/n: thank you soooo much for this request! I've suddenly had some inspiration and went straight to writing it. I believe I've written it down in less than an hour ^^ Anyways, I hope you like it, I've tried to incorporate most of the things you requested, however I slightly changed the ending a little to make it more spicy. Don't forget to keep sending in requests for my graduation reqs! You were the only request that came through, so I'll probably keep this going for let's say a week or so. I'll close the reqs for this somewhere next week. So if you have some ideas and want me to write them this week, send them in :)

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[sturncrazy]

LIFE OF THE PARTY PART ONE:

( prt 2 )

- Chris Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

- warnings: mentioning of drinking, language, kissing, some making out

- authors note: this chpt is pretty pg nothing beyond a little heavy kissing….things don’t heat up until the next part. you gotta have some build up yk…

summary: you attended an end of year party for your school with your friends but run into chris who you don’t get along with. someone has the bright idea of starting a game of spin the bottle and your whole night changes…

word count: 2,224 w

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It was one of the last friday nights of school before your summer vacation started and you were trying to make the most of it by dragging yourself out to a party with you friends. It was a small party, all things considered, with only about 25 other people there, but it was still enough bodies to make the basement setting a bit stuffy for your liking. The room buzzed with voices and shitty rap music from some of the boys being on aux. The dim orangey old lighting made the room feel extra hazy. You sat on a couch surveying the group and fussy with your skirt that was a little too short to sit safely. The group was full of familiar faces from your classes, some more than others. You noticed your friend Madi, who’d wanted you to come here in the first place, already stumbling and slurring a bit in the corner by some guys. Staring down at your lukewarm half empty white claw, you decided to go get something stronger…it would be an awfully long night if you ended up being the sober one. As you headed towards the table with the drinks you bumped into Matt.

“Hey y/n! You okay?”

he asked giving you a half hug. you and Matt had been friends for a couple years now after you’d gotten close to his brother nick. Matt was a sweetheart and always had a reassuring presence.

“Yeah! Hey Matt! Yeah no i’m good just need somethin else to drink”

“Gotcha. Well Chris is lurking over by the drinks so tell him i said to stop being a dick to everyone when you see him” He said letting out a small snort and then running off to catch up with his friend Nate.

Perfect…you’d have to interact with Chris. You couldn’t understand why, but you and Chris never clicked. It was strange since you were so close with both his brothers and Madi, who was basically his sister, was your best friend. But the two of you never got along. He was snarky and condescending. You didn’t like his whole superiority complex. And you knew it was a mutual issue. He always made underbreath remarks about you being a “tight ass.” Even though that wasn’t the case at all, you were just shy. Whatever, doesn’t matter what he thinks you thought to yourself as you built back up the will power to continue your mission to get another drink.

You tried to avoid looking at Chris as you scanned the half emptied bottles of various liquors, all probably snagged from oblivious parents collections, but you could feel his eyes drilling into your skull.

“Another drink already y/n?” Chris snarled at you.

“What? you expecting me to hand you a drink voucher or something?” you spat back still avoiding actually looking at him.

“No need to get all huffy. just thought you’d be shitting yourself after a sip of a claw is all” he snickered at his own comment.

“You know I can drink, Chris. You’ve seen me drink before” You said snagging a solo cup and pouring some juice in it.

“Oh no….do we need to have an intervention is it time for the AA meeting?” he teased, mocking you, as you started to unscrew a bottle of vodka. this made you snap.

“screw you you know what i meant. Don’t give me shit. at least i’m actually fun at parties” you said, finally looking up at him. He stood lazily leaning against the wall. he wore loose fit black jeans that sat on his body casually with air forces peaking out of the bottom paired with a simple white t shirt. a stupidly simple outfit that had no business looking that good. You felt a lump in your throat as you scanned his face. Wide blue eyes, slightly hazy from whatever was in his own red cup he’d been toying with, gazed at you with a sarcastic glint through a curtain of mussed brown hair. You hated the fact that for some reason actually looking a Chris always made your stomach do a little cartwheel.

“Like you weren’t just off in the corner just like me a few minutes ago” he retorted

“What’re you watching me?”

“Just observing my surroundings” he lifted his glass to you in a phony cheers before taking a sip, annoyingly unbothered by your attempted jab at him.

“Well it’s not my fault that the party’s been a little dull” you sulked and let a few too many glugs of vodka slam into your cup

“Don’t blame the party. we both know even if this was a rager you’d be clinging to a wall. You’re not capable of letting loose, but hey not everyone in this world is meant to have fun. it’s why we have like math and shit”

You knew he was doing whatever he could to just get under your skin and it was working. You hated how much you wanted to prove him wrong, but you knew another word out of you in protest would only make him cockier. You slammed your revolting concoction to try to suffocate the things you wanted to spit out at him. Shivering slightly, you made another cup full, aware of the fact that his eyes were still on you. Luckily, in that moment a plastered Madi came bounding over to you with Nick not far behind.

“Y/N cmon we’re gonna start a around of spin the bottle so I can try to kiss the boy from my biology class i was telling you about”

“But shhhhh donttell anyone cause it’s a secret” Nick added drunkly giggling and clinging to madi

“I dunno guys isn’t that game kinda childish” you said mostly fearing the idea of getting stuck kissing some gross slobbery drunk guy

“oh cmonnnnn y/n don’t be boring it’ll be funnnn it’s always fun to stir the pot at parties” Nick continued whining

“Yeah don’t be boring y/n” Chris chimed in, clearly listening in on this whole conversation.

“Chris come on you come too!” Madi said attempting to drag him in

“If i have to watch him kiss anyone i will puke on the spot” Nick said grimacing at the thought

“Yeah i’ll pass” Chris said pulling back

“Ugh whatever, you coming y/n?” Madi asked pleading with you. You hesitated. Chris let out a small chuckle

“What?” you asked him.

“Nothin. Just the day I see you play a game like that i’ll shit twice and die.”

“hmmm. your funeral. yeah madi, let’s go” you said taking your friends hand and shooting him a look. for a second you thought you saw a wave of actual surprise flash across his face.

“REALLY?! YAY!!!” Madi cheered doing a little dance and pulling you to follow nick who’d already darted off to collect other people to play. Chris stood there looking unsure of what to do, but unfortunately Madi saw this too. She grabbed him by the wrist with her other hand yanking him along too

“Cmon chris if you’re such a lady’s man u can’t back out of a little game”

The three of you joined a cluster forming on the floor of people surrounding an empty pink whitney bottle. Chris had managed to break off from Madis grasp, but hadn’t decided to leave the circle. Instead he headed towards a few of his lacrosse friends. You carefully sat on the floor beside Madi as Nick started the game.

The beginning part was boring— mostly suffering through watching other intoxicated teens smush spitty mouths together. you found yourself continually reaching for your little red cup to make the experience more tolerable. It had started to have its effects on you and you were sitting in a blissful bubble of your own fuzzy buzzed state when you became aware of madi poking at you.

“Cmon y/n go! it’s your turn to spin” she slurred as your face flushed hot with embarrassment from delaying the game. you heard chris and one of his friends snicker and you shot him daggers from across the room as you reached for the bottle. You gave it a solid spin and watched it rotating, making you dizzy. slowly it began to end its journey and pick your fate. it stopped. you heard an “oh shit” muttered from close by your side as your gaze followed the direction of the bottle cap…to a pair of white air forces sticking out of black denim. No fucking way. you thought to yourself as you were met by the same wide blue eyes from earlier looking at you. Annoyingly unfazed yet again. Chris.

“Puckerup Chrissy” one of his friends laughed shoving at him

Your body froze as he actually began to move forward towards you. He was close enough you could smell the exhilarating sent of his cologne. Your breath hitched as you realized maybe there was a part of you excited for this kiss.

“let’s just get this over with, yeah?” Chris said before leaning in and giving you a heartless peck on the lips. Your heart sank and you felt a flick of shame and rage heat the back of your neck.

This was only made worse when a few turns further in the game chris landed on a different girl and you watched in horror as they sloppily kissed far longer than a first land in the game was supposed to call for. As he pulled away from her you could’ve sworn you caught him look at you for a reaction. A desire to get back at him bubbled inside of you. When your next turn came you spun the bottle as hard as you could, trying to ignore the jittering mix of nerves and anger in your body. slowing slowing slowing…..stopped. You looked. on the other end of the bottle was Nate. Chris’s best friend. Bingo. The spin the bottle gods had been on your side.

Nate gave you a small smile as you two met in the middle of the circle. You leaned in for a heated kiss which was met by nate eagerly pushing into the early stages of a make out. A series of “oooooo”s let out across the room at your display. You pulled away and were pleasantly surprised to see a disgusted glance from chris. he slammed the rest of his drink and attempted to look distracted.

the rest of the game was taking far too long for your liking as people started having repeats which lead to make out sessions. but you knew the worst would be when the 7 minutes of heaven rounds started for the poor unfortunate suckers who got stuck with the same person 3 times. Your third turn came and you gave the bottle a pathetically weak spin…probably a result of your beverage. it gave a half-assed scooch.

“NO WAY” you heard madi chuckle and to your horror you saw it was Chris…again. But this time there’d be no escaping it with a peck. You’d be counted down for 10 seconds to make out. 10 whole seconds. you’d rather die.

“Cmon Chris don’t mail it in this time pussy” you heard his friend taunt.

If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve said he looked almost nervous as he approached you again. This gave you a strange sense of confidence and you wanted to embarrass him some more. You leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss. Charged by the rage and disgust for him and desire to prove him wrong…or so you told yourself…you felt him freeze on the other side of your lips as the group chanted “SIX FIVE FOUR” but in those last four seconds something shifted. Suddenly his lips relaxed and molded against yours. You felt a him take a small inhale before diving back in with force against your mouth. for a moment you forgot this was ever a game. The two of you pulled apart from one another and you scurried back and started at your shoes in a desperate attempt to avoid any eye contact with chris after that. What was that. Something had felt like it was on fire during that kiss. It felt hungry and desperate. Not like a drunk make out or any stupid game. Mulling over what had happened you lost track of the game until you heard someone say “ok chris your go”

your head shot up. chris’s eyes were on you as he reached for the bottle. you watched as he gave it an oddly light spin. it landed on you.

the room was met with a deafening amount of “whoops” and cheers at the first 3rd land.

the first 7 minutes in heaven land. you thought you would throw up on the spot as your entire body froze.

“Into the closet you two” one of the girls said as she rushed over to open up a door to a dusty looking pocket of a room across the basement. you watched chris stand up and casually saunter over towards the storage space. Hands on your back shoved you forward…probably madi. swallowing, you forced yourself to move your legs hesitantly.

“what’re you afraid i’ll bite you? just fuckin get in” Chris said irritability, causally leaning back with his arms folded in the closet. You headed to the opened door.

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HERES THE LINK TO PART 2 :

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[gabbasposts]

>I know you want to<

Star Wars: Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader

Warnings: Fingering, language, sneaking off to be horny, etc 💀 18+ do not interact with this post if your a minor, I’ll block you 🙂

A/n: Kinktober prompt day one: Fingering (I gotta look for the person who I got the Kinktober template from, I’ll edit this and add their name but I won’t tag them because idk if that’s going to be awkward or not 💀) but this is a bit rushed due to the fact i decided I wanted to participate in it this year after all… at the very last minute. It is currently 11:44PM and I’m trying to haul ass, so if there’s any typos I’m sorry, I’ll probably edit this anyways 😂

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You didn’t know what was worse… the fact that you actually snuck off of temple grounds with him, or the fact that his fingers were slowly working your core as you sat in between his legs within the cave he had “recently” just discovered…

“Anakin…” you panted, your eyes screwed shut as he thumbed your clit, his middle and ring finger still moving deep within your walls. This was your first time doing something like this… despite your nerves and brain telling you to stop and return to the temple, the pleasure seemed to over compensate, and made it harder for any logical thoughts to filter in.

“A-Anakin,” his name fell from your lips in a shaky whisper, your hands resting in his thighs as his arm was wrapped in front of you, working your core to it peak. “When you said you needed help I- shit…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence due to the tremors that were beginning to overtake your body.

He smirked, an action you could feel against the skin of your neck, and despite the pleasure that clouded your mind, you couldn’t help but want to smack him. “Oh come on, you like it… if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be clenching around my fingers like this.” He murmured, his tone dripping in that familiar cocky tone you grew to dislike… well, not so much in this instance.

You let out a needy whine, trying to shift in his embrace in an effort to slow him down, but his other arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you in place.

You could feel your peak practically teetering on the edge, your body flushed beneath the robes you now regretted not taking off due to how hot your body was growing, and the overwhelming heat that radiated from his torso he kept you flush against.

You wanted to say something back... Maybe call him a pervert for lying to you, and telling you he needed help with a new fighting technique that he wasn’t “ready to show the others”

The thought of mentioning the fact he could be booted from the temple for this also crossed your mind, but of course you only would mean it in a teasing manner.

After all, it wasn’t like those things didn’t apply to you as well. You weren’t gullible, nor innocent… you two had been dancing around each other for awhile now.

Purposely brushing up against one another whilst walking, “correcting” one another’s posture and stances all the while giving each other that knowing glance once you came in contact with one another…

When he had stopped you from fully leaving the training room after a particular training session to ask you for help later on, you knew this was finally the peak between the both of you… and you had anticipated it.

Your hand came up to clutch his bicep, gripping onto him a little tighter when you felt your vision beginning to stir. “Anakin,” you panted trying to warn him that you were close.

Your legs began to spasm a bit as you fought not to close them around his hand fully, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by him, and made his cock twitch in his pants, much to his delight. In that moment he knew he needed to be inside you immediately once you came…

“Come now… do it for me, I know you want to…” he murmured into your neck, placing heated kisses alongside it once more, urging you to your peak as his fingers sped up and soon you could hear the slight embarrassing noise coming from below.

You didn’t have to be told twice though… again, you had been anticipating this for the longest time, and even though your thoughts still turned to the possibility of getting caught, and reprimanded, you still wanted this more than anything.

Your back arched against his torso, and despite your eye’s squeezing shut just as he managed to rip the orgasm from you, you still saw small burst of light behind your lids.

If that simply came from him fingering you, you couldn’t help but to wonder what it’d feel like to do more… with him again.

#star wars smut #anakin smut #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #gabbasdumbthoughts #hopefully once Kinktobers over my smut writing skills will have improved #this is my first smut of the year and it’s almost over 💀 #edited because the typo’s towards the end… 🤡

[kckt88]

Three Breaths, One Heart.

Summary:

Vaeryna and Aemond continue to enjoy their 'monthly arrangment' with Aegon, until tragedy strikes.

Warning(s): Language, Exploring, Questionable use of the Iron Throne, Kissing, Incest, Smut - F/M/M, Oral Sex (M Receiving), P in V Sex, Cuts, Blood, After Care.

T.W - Miscarriage, Grief, Mouring!!!

A. N - I wanted to try something a little different with my writing.

Word Count: - 3279

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

SEQUEL ONE-SHOT TO THREE HEARTS, ONE BREATH.

AEMOND X O.C & AEGON X O.C

“I’m not entirely sure of your loyalty” mused Aegon.

“Oh, Your Grace I’m loyal-I-I swear” gasped Vaeryna.

“I see you already on your knees my sweet-but I have yet to be convinced” replied Aegon.

“P-Please, l-let me s-show you” moaned Vaeryna.

“-And how are you going to do that?” asked Aegon pursing his lips.

“M-My m-mouth on your cock” panted Vaeryna screwing her eyes shut.

“A most unusual way of pledging one’s loyalty, but I shall allow it” said Aegon.

“A-Aemond, gods-“ moaned Vaeryna.

“Please your King and suck his cock ābrazȳrys” breathed Aemond (Wife).

Vaeryna moved her hands from the floor and reached forward, quickly undoing the laces on Aegon’s breeches, his cock already straining against the fabric.

“Y-Yes Aemond-please” whimpered Vaeryna as she pressed her face against Aegon’s leg.

“I won’t tell you again Issa byka perzys” ordered Aemond (My little fire).

Vaeryna took a deep breath and took Aegon’s cock from his breeches and wrapped her warm, wet mouth over the already glistening head.

“Fuck-that’s it” moaned Aegon quietly his fingers digging painfully into the metal of the Iron Throne.

“Good girl-“ exclaimed Aemond his large hands grasping her hips.

Vaeryna moaned loudly around Aegon’s cock, as Aemond began to thrust in and out of her in deep achingly slow thrusts.

“Your cunt is dripping, it's so beautiful” sighed Aemond.

“Gods” groaned Aegon, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Hm” muttered Aemond as he slowly thrust back and forth.

Over and over, withdrawing further each time, until his cock entirely withdrew from Vaeryna’s warm wet entrance. He marvelled at her perfect mother’s body.

Such a beautiful, delicious thing his wife was. Allowing him and his brother entry into the most sacred parts of her body.

Aemond began to fuck her in earnest, plunging his cock into her cunny over and over, thrilling to hear Vaeryna’s moans of need echoing around the throne room.

Bracing her hands against Aegon’s thighs, she pushed against Aemond so he could shove his cock in. Harder and faster.

“J-Just a little more” moaned Aegon, his eyes rolling into the back of head.

The pleasure was indescribable, Vaeryna’s mouth around his cock as his brother fucked her from behind.

Gods this arrangement between them was better than anything he’d ever imagined.

Aemond felt his stones draw in; his peak was approaching. He snaked a hand around Vaeryna’s body and played with her clitoris, plucking it with his fingers.

“Oh gods” moaned Vaeryna as her whole-body began to shake.

“Come for me, love” breathed Aemond, his thrusts starting to jerk.

He was close. So very close.

Vaeryna screamed as her desperately needed peak exploded from her body, making every limb tremble as her body bucked around Aemond’s cock.

Aemond’s own peak nearly took him off his feet. The sensation took over his body as he spilled rope after rope of his seed, he had no recollection of what he did or said for the good minute it took for his peak to crest, then subside.

Seeing his brother reach his peak was enough to send Aegon over the edge, as he thrust his hips forward and spilled his seed in Vaeryna’s mouth.

His naughty little dragon gazed up at him, her eyes locked with his as she swallowed every drop.

“Issa gevie nūmio” muttered Aegon as he withdrew his softened cock from Vaeryna’s mouth and tucked it back inside his breeches (My beautiful pearl).

“Rather bold to suggest doing this in the throne room Your Grace” said Aemond as he withdrew from Vaeryna and pulled her skirts over her exposed lower half.

“I have my moments” replied Aegon as he gently ran his fingers through Vaeryna’s messy silver tresses.

“I just hope mother doesn’t find out-“ muttered Aemond as he tucked himself back inside his breeches and then stood up.

“What’s the worst she could say, I’ve always been a disappointment to her-so it would be like water off a ducks back” said Aegon shrugging.

“Your not a disappointment” whispered Vaeryna wincing as she tried to stand up.

“I-Is everything ok my love?” asked Aemond reaching out to grasp Vaeryna gently.

“I cut my knees on the floor” said Vaeryna.

“Let me see” muttered Aemond as he helped his wife slowly manoeuvre into a sitting position.

“It’s really not that bad” said Vaeryna as she pulled up her skirts.

“Knees cut open and covered in blood but it’s not that bad she says” muttered Aemond.

“Are you in pain?” asked Aegon as Vaeryna leaned back against his legs.

“Just stings a little” replied Vaeryna.

“You should have told me-If I knew you were hurt, I wouldn’t have carried on” mumbled Aemond his cheeks tinged pink.

“A little pain enhances the pleasure, besides it’s not that bad and it was totally worth it”.

“My wife-always the optimist” said Aemond smiling.

“Mayhaps we should head back to your chambers; the guards will be back soon” said Aegon.

“Ready to stand up?” asked Aemond.

“As I’ll ever be” laughed Vaeryna.

Aemond looped his arms around his wife’s smaller body and quickly pulled her to her feet, his heart clenching at the sound of her gasping in pain.

“Maybe we should rethink this whole Iron Throne sex thing” mused Aegon.

“What? No-just get cushions” replied Vaeryna smiling.

Aegon and Aemond looked at one another before they burst out laughing.

Vaeryna was truly a gift from the gods.

“He hit me-“

“-No he hit me first”

“Mama play-“

“If you could just wait a moment my sweet” replied Vaeryna.

“-But mama, look” said Aegar clapping his tiny hands together.

“Stop sitting near me-“

“-You stop looking at me”

“Both of you stop this falling out” said Vaeryna grimacing slightly as a dull aching sensation radiated across her stomach.

“But mama-“

“Saeryna, I hope you’re not collecting spiders to put in your grandmothers tea” said Vaeryna.

“No mother” replied Saeryna innocently.

“Stop pushing your brother’s face into the mud” urged Vaeryna placing a hand on her stomach.

“Oh, gross-Mama Caelee is trying to eat worms”.

“P-please just-all of you-” exclaimed Vaeryna as she collapsed to the ground.

“MAMA”

“Get father-“

“MAMA-WAKE UP”

“DADDY”

Vaeryna wanted to reassure her children that she was fine, but she couldn’t the stabbing pain in her stomach was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

“VAERYNA”

Suddenly there was a flurry activity and soon the children were huddled together looking fearful as their father bent down towards their mother who was still laying face first on the ground.

“Mama fell down” said Caelee.

“Ryna-my love” whispered Aemond as he gently rolled her over onto her back.

“Is she going to be ok?” asked Aerys nervously.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine” whispered Daenerys.

“Mayhaps we should get the children inside” mused Aegon the Younger.

“Ser Colton-will you escort the children to my mother”.

“Yes, Your Grace-come along children” said Ser Colton firmly.

“I don’t want to leave mama” sobbed Caelee.

“You heard the King-let the Maester’s help your mother” said Jaehaera.

“S-She kept holding her tummy-“ muttered Aerys.

“Mama poorly-“ said Aegar.

“I-Is that blood?” asked Aemond as Vaeryna began whimpering.

“Get the children inside. NOW” roared Aegon.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS MUNKUN” shouted Aemond.

“He’s on his way-“ replied Aegon.

Vaeryna couldn’t think of anything except the pain, gods it was like her insides were being twisted upon themselves, she felt a warm wetness between her legs and began sobbing.

“A-Aemond” cried Vaeryna grasping mindlessly in the air for her husband.

“I’m here-it’s ok” replied Aemond softly as he took her hand.

“Hurts” exclaimed Vaeryna.

“Where Issa dōna?” asked Aemond (My sweet).

“M-My stomach-“ cried Vaeryna as another sharp pain shot across her stomach.

“Aemond-the Maester’s here” said Aegon.

“It’s about fucking time” snarled Aemond.

Vaeryna opened her eye’s slightly and saw Aegon talking in rapid hushed tones with the Maester, he kept looking over his shoulder and Aemond refused to let go of her hand.

“Let’s get her moved inside, my Prince, could you perhaps carry her to your chambers”.

“I’m going to lift you up now Ryna. Can you put your arms around my neck-that’s it, hold on” urged Aemond softly.

Vaeryna’s head lolled against Aemond’s shoulder as he carried her though the corridors of the Red Keep.

The mattress was soft beneath her, the candle lights flickered and the fire crackled.

Aemond was pacing the chambers with Aegon hovering quietly in the corner. The Maester was doing something between her legs, it didn’t feel good, but she couldn’t make sense of it, every sensation was dull, voices were muffled, and her eyes were heavy.

Vaeryna couldn’t feel her legs, but she could feel her fingers, she wanted Aemond. She wanted her husband.

“A-A-Aemond” whispered Vaeryna.

“I’m here my sweet-I’m here” said Aemond as he knelt beside the bed and took her hand.

“What happened?” asked Vaeryna, her voice small and weak.

“The Maester is just trying to figure that out my love-just rest now”.

“My Prince” said Maester Munkun.

“I’ll be back in a second-“ whispered Aemond as he pressed a kiss to Vaeryna’s hand and slowly rose from her bedside.

“-The Princess was with child”.

“Was?” asked Aegon quietly.

“Unfortunately, she has suffered a miscarriage” replied Maester Munkun.

“What caused it?” asked Aemond.

“We don’t know the exact causes of such things my Prince” replied Maester Munkun.

“H-How far was she?” asked Aemond quietly.

“It was early my Prince” whispered Maester Munkun.

“W-Will she be ok?” asked Aemond.

“Physically yes, she’s in good health and there’s no reason why she shouldn’t be able to carry another child in the future but mentally-that will come with time, I’ve given her some milk of the poppy to help with the pain, it should lull her too sleep, but call me if she needs more” replied the Maester.

Vaeryna turned to look at Aemond and Aegon who were talking to the Maester, their voices still muffled but she heard the word ‘miscarriage’, she slowly moved a hand to her stomach and quietly sobbed, her heart breaking for the lost babe.

As Vaeryna closed her eyes, she saw a glimpse of silver and amethyst, a son with his father’s sharp features and her smile, fading into darkness.

“Jurnegon tolī zirȳla muña” whispered Vaeryna (Look after him mother).

“I’ll come back on the morrow to check on her, but she needs to rest and drink plenty of water” urged Maester Munkun.

“Sōvegon issa byka zaldrīzes” (Fly my little dragon).

“Thank you Maester” muttered Aemond.

“I’m sorry for your loss my Prince”.

Aemond gave a sharp nod as the Maester left his chambers, leaving him, Aegon and Vaeryna alone.

“Aemond” muttered Vaeryna, her hand running along the empty space on the bed.

“I’m here” replied Aemond.

“I-I didn’t even know that I was with child” muttered Vaeryna.

“It’s ok my love-just rest” urged Aemond as he once again knelt beside the bed.

“W-Will you hold me?” asked Vaeryna.

“Always” whispered Aemond as he quickly removed his leather jerkin and his boots and climbed onto the bed.

Vaeryna immediately sought comfort in his arms, as she pressed her face against his chest and began sobbing.

“I’ll leave you two alone” muttered Aegon.

“N-Not yet-will you hold me too-just until I fall asleep”

“Of course,” replied Aegon as he laid on the bed behind Vaeryna and placed an arm across her waist.

“I-I didn’t know” muttered Vaeryna.

“It’s ok my love-just rest” urged Aemond.

“I-I’m sorry” whimpered Vaeryna.

“It’s not your fault Issa dōna” (My sweet).

“M-my tummy hurts” muttered Vaeryna.

“Shhhh-sleep now” whispered Aemond.

“Aerion-“

“What?” asked Aemond.

“The babes name” replied Vaeryna closing her eyes as sleep finally claimed her.

After what seemed like an eternity, Aemond finally asked the question that had been lingering in the back of his mind, since the Maester had told them that Vaeryna had been with child.

“Who’s do you think?” asked Aemond.

“Don’t even think it-the babe was yours, I cannot sire children remember” replied Aegon.

“But what if-“

“No-brother, the babe wasn’t mine. I know it, deep in my heart. Although I do grieve this loss with you” muttered Aegon.

“Do you think she’ll be ok?”

“She’s stronger than she thinks-but what about you“ replied Aegon.

“Me?” asked Aemond.

“You lost a babe too-the loss is not hers alone” said Aegon as he took hold of his brother’s hand and squeezed it gently.

“But she is the one in pain-and bleeding and-“ muttered Aemond his voice wobbling.

“Physical pain and emotional pain are as equal as they need to be” said Aegon.

“I-I just-how can I feel sad for something I didn’t even know I had until it lost it”

“Even though you’re a massive twat, you’re not made of stone-you can grieve the loss too” said Aegon.

Aemond hesitated for a moment, before he broke into silent sobs. His face pressed into Vaeryna’s neck.

“You are relieved of your duties for the next few days-take the time to be there for one another” said Aegon quietly.

“But-“ argued Aemond.

“No-it’s by order of the King and you will do as commanded” replied Aegon.

“Thank you-brother” replied Aemond.

Eventually Aemond too succumbed to sleep, his arms still wrapped around his wife.

Aegon pressed a gentle kiss to Vaeryna’s shoulder and then gracefully retreated, closing the door with a soft click.

“No one is to disturb them unless it’s absolutely necessary, only the children and my mother are to visit” ordered Aegon.

“Yes, Your Grace” replied the guard.

“I mean it-anyone who defies me will find themselves a head shorter” said Aegon firmly before he turned on his heel and disappeared down the corridor, the tears rolling down his pale cheeks.

For the next few days Vaeryna slept, lulled into the world of dreams by milk of the poppy.

Her children would visit often, Saeryna picked her flowers and Vharla read her favourite book, Aerys stood mute by his mother’s bedside staring at her sleeping form unable to form words, so he took her hand and held it gently. Caelee pressed a wet kiss to her mother cheek and Aegar fell asleep with his face pressed into her neck.

Jaehaeryn also wasn’t able to form words, the normally brash and talkative boy had been struck silent by his mother’s anguish. Jaehaera and Daenerys each took turns to comb her silver hair and Rhaegar spent hours sitting by his mother’s bedside.

Alicent would visit, clutching her seven pointed star necklace and muttering words of comfort and prayer.

Aegon drowned himself in wine and Aemond never left his wife’s side.

Maester Munkun made regular visits and assured Aemond repeatedly that his wife was healing as predicted, so he began lowering the dosage of milk of the poppy and Vaeryna slowly came back to the world.

Granted her mind was a little fuzzy at first, which according to the Maester was a common side effect of milk of the poppy but slowly the mind fog cleared, and she remembered.

The emotional pain of losing their babe, came in waves. But Aemond was there, he was always there. His hand never leaving hers, his arms always a comfort.

It was Aemond and their children who dulled the pain, it was their care, it was their love, and it was their existence.

Aegon eventually resurfaced from his wine, albeit reluctantly but what else was he supposed to do when Vaeryna had charged into his chambers one day with a crazed look in her eyes and slapped the shit out of him.

“I wanted you there, why weren’t you there?” screamed Vaeryna.

“The babe was Aemond’s, you didn’t need me” replied Aegon.

“Your wrong, I did need you and so did Aemond, I thought you loved us”.

“I do love you” muttered Aegon.

“Got a funny way of showing it-Did you call for your whores?”

“No-I haven’t been with them since before our arrangement began” replied Aegon.

“Aemond is my husband, I love him with every piece of my heart and soul, but I love you too, and when I woke up, everyone was there but you” muttered Vaeryna.

“I’m sorry-I didn’t mean to upset you”.

“Aside from kicking the shit out of you, there was another reason for my visit” said Vaeryna.

“Ok-“ replied Aegon as he slumped backwards on the sofa.

“I-I thought I was done having children-but losing the babe has evoked a longing deep within me” said Vaeryna firmly.

“-Right?” questioned Aegon.

“I wish to have another babe-not right now, mayhaps in half a year I’ll be ready, but I just thought you should know” replied Vaeryna.

“Have you spoke to Aemond?”

“Yes, we talked at length last night. Once were both ready to start trying, we would need to adjust our arrangement” said Vaeryna.

“So, were not going to be together anymore?”

“Well, I know you were told you can’t sire anymore children but I don’t want to risk it, and obviously I can’t take moontea so it’s probably for the best that you-“

Aegon could feel his heart breaking at Vaeryna’s words, with his brother or his good sister he wasn’t sure how he was going to cope.

“-Avoid my cunny-at least for a while” said Vaeryna.

“Wait. What?”

“Don’t stick your cock in my cunny, as I’ll need Aemond’s seed to take root” said Vaeryna.

“You do remember how scarily fertile my brother is right? His seed should have no trouble planting itself within you” muttered Aegon.

“Either that or we’re just very compatible when it comes to being fruitful” retorted Vaeryna.

“So, no cunny just other places?” asked Aegon.

“Other places” nodded Vaeryna.

“I’m sorry for making you think I didn’t care about you or Aemond and what you went through”.

“You’re here now and maybe I’m sorry for slapping you” muttered Vaeryna.

“Don’t be-I like it” said Aegon smirking.

“Well, now that I’ve told you our plans for the future, how about you drag your arse into the gardens and spend time with your niece” suggested Vaeryna.

“You know me and Saeryna are a dangerous combination, right? That girls a bad influence on me” said Aegon.

“Right because it was her idea to put spiders in your mothers tea, or manure in Ser Criston’s boots, and surely your not suggesting that my daughter is capable of setting frogs lose in the kitchens” snarked Vaeryna.

“What can I say, the girl has a creative mind-Of course she needs the right person to nurture such a thing” said Aegon.

“-And that person, is you?”

“If the boot fits” replied Aegon smiling.

“Gods the realm is defiantly doomed” muttered Vaeryna.

“I heard that-“

“-I meant you too” huffed Vaeryna as she turned on her heel and left Aegon standing in the middle of his chambers with a stinging left cheek and a need to cause mischief.

Good job Saeryna was already in the gardens, perhaps the target of today’s mischief could either be his mother or Ser Criston.

Smiling to himself Aegon made his way to the gardens, the sounds of laughter echoing around the corridor.

“Uncle” shrieked Saeryna.

“Up for some fun little one?” asked Aegon.

“Yes” nodded Saeryna.

“Good-your grandmother has been quite miserable lately, let’s cheer her up” said Aegon.

“What are you two planning?” asked Aemond.

“N-Nothing” replied Aegon trying to hide his smile.

“Make sure you keep it that way” quipped Aemond.

“Now where’s the best place for worms?”

As Aegon helped Saeryna look for worms, he caught sight of Vaeryna looking at him, her eyes narrowed slightly but a small smile graced her features.

These past few weeks had been difficult for everyone, but they would come through it together, as a family.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #aemond fanfiction #hotd fanfic #aemond x oc #aemond fic #aemond x original female character #hotd fic #prince aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond smut #aemond targaryen x oc #prince aemond #aemond #aegon x oc #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #hotd aegon #aegon the second #aegon ii #hotd smut #hotd

[thirteenashmctrash]

okay so i have gained a new species of spore for my collective brainrot and i have found the perfect selling pitch to drag everyone i care about down with me. if you know the show this is hilarious. if you haven't watched it pay attention:

the show's called leverage. you know how there's those crime serials that aren't good at all but we've all watched a little too much of at least one of them even though they are blatant copaganda which is morally terrible? take your favorite one of those, but remover the copaganda. all the characters are criminals but their only victim is capitalism. every cop in the show is stupid at best and blatantly corrupt to a disgusting level most of the time. there is just as much genuine and intelligent social commentary as this premise demands.

i sense i already have you hooked. i can make this better. stick with me for a minute on this: the character dynamic is a muppet movie but also the Scooby gang

stick with me here!

You have Parker, who fit into the Scooby gang as Scooby and would be played by Gonzo. her crime thing is that she is a cat burglar and she is very good at it. her skill with it is borderline slapstick (hence Scooby) and she is very autistic coded and misunderstood (hence Gonzo)

You've got Eliot, who is the Shaggy and is played by Sam Eagle. He is the brute force of the team and he wants you to think he is all serious and grimdark. but he loves making the employees and victims of their capitalist targets aware of unions and he is a big himbo. i say he is shaggy because he plays Parker's straight man, he has the second most cartoonlike abilities, and he has a passion for cooking

Hardison is Velma as played by Kermit. he is a geeky hacker with a passion for orange soda and he is the heart of the team. he gets overlooked as leader even though he is the driving force of everything they do. like Velma. he also has that trademark Kermit brand of slapstick and deadpanned humor in balance.

Sophie is Daphne as played by miss piggy. she is basically the world's best grifter, she usually the front man interacting with the target the most. she has that crazy streak and the self defense capacity that miss piggy and Daphne (when she's done right) both have. she also has the confidence and style.

Nate is Fred and he is the human character. Fred has "let's split up gang" and Nate has "then we have to steal *fill in the blank with something comedically unfit to finish the sentence*" Fred and Nate are both flat characters with the main trait "i think I'm the leader but my smart friend does all the work" and the main interest of "trapping and screwing over capitalists" he mainly gets to call himself the leader because he's the idea guy and he has an apartment. his role in the muppet analogy is the peak of my pitch if you're still here. because while this is definitely not the Christmas Carol, Nate is the human character because he is Ebenezer Scrooge if instead of being a capitalist, Scrooge was an alcoholic and instead of character growth he was just steadily losing his mind. his moral compass and general intelligence are on a roulette wheel that is spun at random intervals lasting from seconds to the occasional few hours. also he and Sophie have divorced parents of grown children syndrome and the other three are said children. in vibes, of course, they aren't actually related.

if anyone stayed with me through all of that you should seriously watch it. even if i sound like i pulled this all out of my ass. it's so good.

it's an actively anticapitalist, copaganda free crime show where you get to see fun characters beat up every thing bad in society and fuck it all over. it balances fun comedy and wild characters with serious topics and moments in a way that is very natural and genuine. it also has one of my favorite autistic coded characters, a positive and healthy relationship that develops in a way that feels natural to the characters (as well as a rockier one if you're into drama) and it is in the midst of what looks to be an actually well handled revival series with the original cast. i haven't caught up yet but I'm so excited for it. the original had 5 seasons and the revival is waiting to be renewed for season 3.

please go watch leverage. it's so good and it deserves more fans. also i want more fic and that next season

#leverage #please watch leverage #i have only had those blorbos for a few weeks but if anything happens to them i will die #new blorbos #Hardison really is the heart of the group though #you can pry these gay crime dummies from my cold dead hands #parker leverage #alec hardison #eliot spencer #sophie devereaux #nate ford #nathan ford #scooby gang #the muppets #muppets au #scooby doo au #kind of #blorbo #new blorbo who dis

[cerridwen007]

Scarlet Snowball.

pics above from pinterest used for aesthetic purposes only*

Pairing: Vampire!Joel Miller x f!reader (afab)

Word count: 1.2 k (18+) MINORS DNI!

Summary: You're on your knees for Joel when things get a little messy….not that Joel minds.

Notes/Warnings: SMUT, BLOOD, PWP, Nosebleeds, descriptions of sneezing/nosebleeds, blood drinking, cumplay, oral (m + f receiving), fingering, kissing, swearing, no y/n, sappy fluffy ending.

A/N: Hi yall, it's been a minute since i've posted any sort of writing, over 2 months, in fact. Many reasons why that is, I had a bit of a depressive episode november- december, that wasn't fun and then I sort of just had enough with feeling shitty and got my hours reduced at work, did things I had been putting off and planned a whole bunch of fun things. So yeah, this last month has been busy and eventful but good. I didn't do a whole lot of writing during that time, but I've finally gained some more time and motivation, so I'm hoping to get back into posting more regularly. Um, I may have come up with this at work cause I was late with a nose bleed…possibly. This is probably the freakiest thing i've written, and I kinda love it, so I’d say look out for more of these kinda fics in the future. Also, shout out to @toxicanonymity and @lincolndjarin whose fics i've been loving lately, and their darker themes in their writing definitely have inspired me to try my hand at it. Any interactions with my posts are always welcome and appreciated. Hope y'all have a great day. Love you! ❤️

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“Ah…fuck baby. Just like that. Fuck…… just like that.” Joel groans above you as your lips stretch to fit around his beautifully tanned and veiny girth.

You continually bob your head up and down his salty skin, humming at his deliciously musky taste. You're not in any rush to make him cum. Instead playing around with different paces, building him up hard and fast only to slow down when he nears his peak. He’s gradually become more of a whiney, mess as you work your magic on him. Your hands are always keeping occupied, either playing with his balls or stroking what of his length isn't in your mouth. His own hands gently caress your hair, ensuring it doesn't get in your face.

Suddenly, a horrible but familiar feeling graces your senses, a ticklish sensation building behind your nose. You quickly pull off Joel's still aching cock and sneeze, trying your best to keep your mouth closed. 

Joel brows instantly knit in concern. “Bless you, sweetheart. You're alright? You know you shouldn’t hold in ya sneezes. it's bad for ya.”

“Yeah it's just allergi-”you respond before sneezing once again, only this time you don't hold it in. But luckily managing to miss Joel with your projectile germs. Your closed eyes squint together for a bit as the sensation fades before opening them in horror to a crimson mess of splattered blood, speckled all over Joel’s cock and thighs. 

He looks down at your mess with blown eyes before meeting your gaze. You stare back at him with wide eyes filled with shock, which seem to finish him off as he begins shooting large white ropes of cum on your now blood stained face. Still in a confused haze you take a second before quickly reattaching your lips back onto the tip of his cock, not wanting to waste another drop of his liquid gold. A symphony of louder than usual groans and whines spill from Joel’s lips, blessing your ears as an irony, salty flavour floods your taste buds. Your nose still dripping with a crimson river, starts to travel past your chin down your neck and collarbone. Yet you sit obediently, taking everything he has to give, a perfect picture of a lover devoted to sharing their blood and soul for the pleasure of the one they love. 

Your brows screw together with concentration. You, not exactly, loving the taste of blood, just hold all of the swirling red and white fluids into your mouth till Joel finishes. He lets out a growl, one of pure lust, almost inhuman. As he lets his eyes hungrily take in the stunning sight of you, baring all, on your knees before him, as your blood drips all over your curves. He nearly cums again just from the sight. You only just now think to put your hand up to your nose to try and stop the bleeding, only to have Joel quickly grip your hand and harshly pull it away before hoisting you up to full height. He bares his teeth like a predator as his head lowers inches away from your’s. His chest rises and falls as he breathes in deep, the scent of your life force.

Joel’s lips crash onto yours, his grip on you only intensifying, as if the moment he lets go, you'll disappear. He licks deeply into your mouth, capturing your combined flavors onto his own tongue. A moan of appreciation is shared between the two of you as you melt into each other's mouths. His large hands grip your arms with such force, and you're sure to bruise within the hour. He devours you with such intensity, like he needs you to survive, which he does. You manage to pull back much to Joel's annoyance when your head starts to feel light. He takes the opportunity to lick his lips and revel in the taste of you. 

“So damn sweet for me, baby.” He purrs as he dips his head back down to now start licking up the drying blood staining your neck and chest. 

You moan as his tongue cleans the dripping vermillion from your chest. He pauses now and then to suck the skin into his mouth and softly bite it, marking you, his favourite treat. Your hand flys up to grip onto his dark curls, threading your stained fingers through the fluffy tangles. He consumes every inch of your skin covered in your bloody mess. Vibrations run atop of your skin from his hums and moans creating goosebumps, a clear sign of Joel enjoying himself. You whine when you feel his once again erect cock rub glistening drops of precome against your thigh. You latch your hand onto him and begin stroking, he bites harshly into your breast, pleasure surging through his veins.

“Always make me feel so good darling.” Joel moans against your skin, his tongue licks, soothing the marks he just made in your flesh. He works faster to clear the cherry coloured stains from your skin, getting closer and closer to where you're throbbing for him. Your hand releases his cock as the need to come yourself makes your head grow fuzzy.

“Joel please…please.” You beg him, not giving any specifics but Joel knows what you're asking of him.

He smiles up at you with a devilish grin before, fully sinking to his knees and grabbing your left thigh to place it upon his shoulder. He wastes not a single second before he starts devouring his second favorite substance in the world (second only to your sweet, sweet blood). His strong tongue delves between your glistening folds. You can't help but grind yourself on his nose, your clit being perfectly stimulated by his hawkish feature. 

“Shit Joel…fuck. You make me feel so good.” You whine, as his tongue licks hard over your clit.

He pushes the remainder of the pinkish fluids he had secretly held in his mouth into your dripping cunt with his tongue. He then inserts his two middle fingers into you to fuck it deeper. The pressure of his thick fingers thrusting in and out of you and his wet lips curled around your clit, has you quickly reaching your peak. Your vision is lined with stars as Joel works you through your peak. Your nails bite into his skin on his shoulders, leaving small red marks as the pleasure seizes hold over your entire body and mind. 

“Atta girl, just like that, wanna taste you over and over again.” Joel keens from between your legs. 

The room fills with squelching sounds, and your desperate moans and pleads grow more inherent as you grow overstimulated. Your knees shake and wobble as you try and gently push his head away when it becomes too much. He relents after placing a few lingering kisses to your pussy before standing, pulling your body close to his, ensuring you have some stability while you recover.

Your racing heart slows as you find comfort in the arms of your lover. You look up at him and place a soft lingering kiss to his reddened lips. He kisses you back gently before leaving a kiss upon the crown of your head. You rest your head upon his chest when Joel suddenly picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

“I love you, Joel, with all my life.”

“I love you too, baby, forever, my love.”

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#joel miller smut #joel miller #smut #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal characters #joel x reader #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #vampire joel

[cator99]

I love making phone calls I love sending emails and being overall pleasant to interact with I love looking for solutions and being eager to understand how the world around me operates and to ask people about the role they play in this beautiful world I love being able to tell that other people are excited for any reason at all to strut their shit in this way and I always take notes on how they do it. It's all so funny to me. I am doing this because I am an insane person. I am the best person for the job. I am like the inverse of Jude St Francis. Born in a wet cardboard box doomed fucked in the head and forced to make an accommodation with life BUT I think its cunty and will commit awesomely violent ritual seppuku when my life is at its absolute peak. But yeah I dont get anxiety anymore if I dont like something it I can just thank them for their time and then find a way to leave and literally do anything else no one really cares as long as you do it right and you know like you can just keep looking for better things you literally never know you might turn out to be really passionate about fish mongering and didnt even consider it and it's not always easy but if the alternative is unbearable then fuck it pack a bag and stick your thumb out on the highway and spend 2 hours chatting about life with a fat 60 year old semi truck driver with photos of his happy fatty family plastered over the entirety of his dashboard and who was concerned why some kid was wandering the highway without a jacket and is nothing but totally kind and appropriate towards you which you kind of didnt expect when you hit the road but then you get to the city and go to an orgy party at some xi/xirs apartment who you met while on a psychiatrist-approved leave to attend an LGBT youth summer camp during the tail end of your 4 month stay at a youth mental health/detention facility but you can't stay there because his 40 year old housemate just announced that he's moving to the states and suddenly wouldnt be contributing to next months rent and didn't want to say anything until the night before when his boxes were being actively moved out of the apartment in order to avoid any sort of confrontation and the resulting altercation is heart breaking this 40 year old workig professional gay dude just absolutely betrayed this screwed up teenaged lesbian with no hesitation but maybe the drug fuelled sex parties had something to do with it but im just there stoned watching some tv show about anthropomorphic fast food and xe really did care about me but this was not the time to be pulling some cutesy whimsical runaway shit so we said our goodbyes and xe gave me directions the youth emergency shelter. As far as I was concerned, I was living the dream. This was just the "hard" part. I broke the high score on the ancient tetris machine at the day-shelter and barely ate anything because they relied entirely on donations and for whatever reason nobody thought to donate anything gluten free. I slept in the girls quarters of the cold shelter we were taken to every night, driven in huge vans by the staff at the day shelter. The girls were primarily quiet and didnt want to talk or even look at anyone. Some of the native girls were chill to play board games or watch tv with though. The guys were real rough. Mostly drug addicts. Mostly violent. They were known for treating each other terribly. I was told I could "use whatever rooms or washrooms that align with your gender identity". I told them I'd rather use the room that made me less likely to have me end up raped or my pillow pissed on.

[xsoulxsilencex]

There is almost something funny in seeing how most people on tumblr are really upset about what Yuamu and Yuga are doing and then I check other places where people are actually happy about what's going on?

One side is angry at Yuga, hates Yuamu's decision, call it bad writing, nonsensical etc. while the other side says stuff like "girl boss Yuamu", "Go Rush is cooking/peak" and "this is what Yuamu's character needed".

Ngl, I'm somewhat in the middle:

I really wouldn't call the recent events as "peak fiction" and I still feel like this is a weird way to involve Yuamu in the arc final + potentially explaining why she's not on the season 3 poster. I don't buy her being Otes at all. At least not the one we saw in Sevens. I don't even really see what would be so great about her being Otes? Like is it only cool because a girl could potentially be the previous show's central antagonist? Also Yuamu empathising with Yuga could've been done better imo. Just saying that the ep where they landed in Goha City as cats was like the "starting point" for her feels random and not really like it was built up properly. At least to me. Also not sure how people seem to easily forget/forgive Yuamu's irrelevance over the season just for what she's doing now. The writers do nothing with her until now and suddenly she's cool again because she sides with Yuga?

But I will also say that I don't hate Yuga for doing what he does. I mean, Yuga experienced what bad shit Monster Reborn caused in his time. He doesn't want a repetition of that. And I think for us it's easy to say "well, screw the future kids, the Velgearians matter more" since they don't exist in GR. They aren't characters we saw interacting with Yudias and co. We got to know the Velgearians so their deaths hit us harder and we want them back since what happened to them was just not fair. But it's not like Yuga is happy about letting the Velgerians stay dead. He would've gladly helped reviving the Velgearians if he knew a way that doesn't involve the use of Monster Reborn. After all, why would he have helped Yudias, given him a deck and duel disk and even dueled at his side if he didn't care at all? Even Yudias and co. don't think he's just evil by doing what he does rn. And well, Yuga is just 13. A 13yo saying he will become the enemy just to save the future is kinda crazy. Yuga actually cares a lot up to the point he wants to solve everything on his own so others don't suffer/get hurt. That's how he was in Sevens too. And ngl, that annoyed me a little even back then. (Luke called him out for that once too) He means well but needs to understand that it's okay to take help. Btw: I've seen people angry at Yuga and Yuamu only caring for the kids and implying that adults are bad? Tbh, I don't think they really believe that since in both, Sevens and Go Rush, we had some adults playing Rush Duel and having fun with it. I think it's more about adults influencing the game so much up to the point it's only fun for them but not the kids anymore. So when Yuga wants dueling back in the hands of children, he probably means that they should have fun too and not just the adults. Maybe he and Yuamu could've phrased it better but I never took it as "kids are cool, adults are evil so RD should just be played by kids".

I still believe that in the end, both the future and the Velgearians can be saved so I don't feel like arguing with any side here. Both make points I can understand but I also feel like some get either over emotional or just blindly call everything awesome.

#yugioh go rush #ygo go rush

[zahri-melitor]

Ooh, the Dickpoll. Dick like Tim is cursed with having a bunch of acceptable writers who also tend to have a huge gaping flaw.

Marv Wolfman: can I get spicy here? I don't really like Wolfman. Yes yes, foundational to creating Nightwing, he IS NTT - but I don't particularly enjoy NTT. I like the OTT lineup. He's also dealing with the fact a lot of his content is now 30-40 years old. Plus, when they DID give him a Nightwing run, it was the most retrospective thing ignoring almost everything that had happened to Dick since he was returned to the Bat office in 1993-1994.

Chuck Dixon: I don't think Chuck is Dick's best writer. I think he is way too heavy handed with the 'be my own man, Bruce' narrative most of the time. Despite this he also wrote Robin #13, and Dick and Bruce's conversation there, especially "That's the way it is between fathers and sons" is peak perfect Bruce and Dick. He set up pretty much everything about what is now treated by the fandom as Nightwing's 'default' situation - Blüdhaven and a good chunk of the associated rogues gallery. Also he's the architect of well-written Dick/Babs so I love him for that.

Devin Grayson: Devin shouldn't actually be allowed to write Dick as his primary writer because she loves him too much and has elaborate headcanons that contradict what other writers have written. That said, she's actually a solid writer and her runs tend to be much better when she's got other characters around to spread her attention between. She wrote Transference in Gotham Knights, after all! She wrote "Like Riding a Bike" about Dick and Donna in Batman Chronicles! Also as I've said before, part of the issue with her Nightwing run is she got royally screwed over by War Games and then Nightwing Year One right as she was trying to land the bleakest part of a whump run, and never recovered from it.

Jay Faerber: he's...fine? I think the only bit anyone seriously cares about is the Who is Donna Troy storyline.

Judd Winick: Oooh Winick. He likes writing Dick more broken than I enjoy Dick. Also I hold a grudge against him for his Batman & Robin story, when I was desperately hoping someone other than Tomasi would write bearable Dick and Damian interactions in their own title and instead we got a random Jason Todd story.

Peter Tomasi: Tomasi's run on Nightwing, particularly Freefall, has the best understanding of Dick as a character that anyone has ever written in a book titled 'Nightwing'. Fight me. Also he had the only good run on Batman & Robin 2009, a truly cursed book, blighted only by the fact nobody stopped to check basic facts about Aaron Langstrom.

Grant Morrison: uh. um. I guess Morrison was in the loop for the Dick and Tim storyline in Resurrection of Ra's Al Ghul, even though pretty much all of it happened in books they weren't writing? Bottom of my list. Seriously, Paul Dini's Streets of Gotham did most of the heavy lifting initially with making Reborn Batman!Dick appealing.

Scott Snyder: Dick's characterisation in both The Black Mirror and Gates of Gotham is actually really good! He brought some really good 'team leader Dick Grayson' energy to the Batfam during a period they needed it, and he gave us back Dick and Cass having a functional relationship together.

Anyone I think was overlooked here? Hmmm. Not notably, but I'll shout out Scott Beatty, whose Dick in his Gotham Knights run was always consistently entertaining, and who collabed with Dixon for a bunch of things I think have great Dick in them (Joker's Last Laugh, Batgirl Year One, Robin Year One).

#dick grayson #writer comparisons

[teaandfiction-28]

Happy Sunday Lovely Readers! 💛

We are halfway through Turn Back Time 🤯 This has most definitely been the most challenging of the three books to write, simply because I haven't had as much time to spend writing so I very much appreciate those of you who still like/comment/interact with these stories.

Chapter Fifteen is taking shape and is titled For Old Time's Sake...a little sneak peak below the cut if you're interested 😉

Their assessment of their suspect’s evasion techniques was cut short when Trudy appeared in the doorway of the garage. 

“The tap you put on the girlfriend’s phone just payed off. He wants her to meet him at the Red Bridge tonight at ten o’clock.”

It wasn’t a venue Kate was familiar with but, from the knowing look that Trudy shared with Hank, she could only assume that there was a case file somewhere with at least one member of the intelligence unit’s name attached and thankfully she didn't have to wait much longer before Hank confirmed her thoughts.

“Years back, Antonio got into some hot water with a diamond dealer.” Hank explained, casting a withering glare at Ruzek who looked as though Christmas had come early. “Case led us to a sex club called the Red Bridge.”

“A sex club?” Kate clarified, both brows lifting in surprise at the thought of the experienced ex-vice detective managing to get himself tangled in a web of debauchery that, given the nature of his day job, he was all too familiar with. 

“It’s a place where people go to have se-“

“Yeah, gathered that Ruz.” She interrupted with a roll of her eyes. “What I meant was what kind of sex club are we talking here?”

“Membership only.” Jay replied with a casual shrug, confirming her assumption that he had been one of the detectives leading point on the last undercover gig. “Light BDSM, swingers, power play…but mainly just Chicago’s elite paying a small fortune to indulge in their kink for voyuerism.”

It seemed that Chicago was no different to any other city she had policed over the last decade in that it was often the richest and most prominent members of society who deemed themselves important enough that they needn't be concerned with abiding by the law.

“I’m guessing that there’s a number of Chicago dignitaries on that membership list preventing us from getting a warrant?” She asked with a huff of irritation, shaking her head in disbelief when Hank dipped his chin into a nod. 

“Well this girl clearly means somethin’ to him if he’s meeting her instead’a gettin’ his ass  outta town.” Kevin said, folding his arms across his hulking chest and Kate had to admit, the same thought had crossed her own mind the moment Trudy mentioned Dolan’s  contact with his girlfriend. After narrowly avoiding capture on not one but two occasions, there weren’t many people who would chance their luck one more time in the name of a quick screw. 

“Clearly she’s the one if he’ll risk it all to have her with him.” Kim offered, a rosy blush staining her ivory cheeks when Adam glanced over at her with a wry smile, the two of them sharing a moment before Hank cleared his throat and Kim’s eyes dropped back to the floor. 

“That or he’s more of an idiot than we thought.” He grumbled, once again questioning his life choices when he caught Burgess and Ruzek sharing lovelorn looks at one another instead of focusing on the task at hand. “We’re gonna need to get some eyes inside.”

“Yeah but we’ve all been burned.” Jay said, scrubbing an irritated palm over his sweaty forehead. “Dolan’s gonna bolt the second he sets eyes on us.” 

“I haven’t.” 

Kate had been dropping off Alexis at daycare when Kevin, Adam and Kim had pinned Dolan down at a bar in Rogers Park and both she and Kevin had been watching the front of the house earlier when Jay and Hailey barricaded him in his backyard before he’d managed to flee. It wasn’t lost on Hank that this was the first time that Kate had willingly offered to take a UC assignment since the incident with Pulpo but he couldn’t be sure if it was because she was the only member of the unit Dolan wouldn’t recognise or because she genuinely felt ready but, regardless of her intentions, he was quick to dispel any discussion around the prospect of sending her in alone.

“You’re not going in solo.”

“Who said anything about going solo?” She retorted and for a moment he wondered if she was going to suggest drafting in young Torres for the assignment but, from the impish quirk of her lips, it soon became apparent just whom it was that she was suggesting as her UC partner. 

“How ‘bout it Sarg? For old time’s sake?”

#hank voight #hank voight fanfiction #hank voight x ofc #chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #hank voight fluff #one chicago #hank voight smut #hank voight imagine #hvtbt

[shen-liqin]

My thoughts are a bit messy right now but someone please tell me how THE FUCK I DIDN’T NOTICE THE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN (SIMBA + SCAR) AND (MOBEI-JUN + LINGUANG-JUN) EARLIER?!?!?!?! I’VE BEEN IN THIS DAMN FANDOM SINCE AUG 2022 😭

Simba used to be close with his uncle Scar. Mobei-Jun used to be close to Linguang-Jun as a kid. (both were close to their uncles as kids and trusted them whole-heartedly)

Simba gets betrayed/hurt by his uncle as a child and left for dead after being banished(?) from the Pride Lands. (happens after his uncle kills his father, blames the death on him, then sends hyenas after him to ensure he’s dead) Mobei-Jun is betrayed and left for dead by his uncle as a kid (left in the human realm and forced to survive against grown ass Huan Hua cultivators) (both were betrayed by their uncles as kids and left for dead one way or another)

Scar wants his brother (who he kinda resents) and nephew dead because he wants to be king. Linguang-Jun wants his brother (who he really resents) and his nephew dead because he wants to be king (+ revenge for his brother stealing his wife-to-be) (both want their family members dead so they can be king and have tried to have their nephews killed multiple times)

I got this belated enlightenment while doing house chores and listening to Disney Villain Songs on Spotify (Be Prepared was playing) and everything just clicked).

New head-canons for me guys:

Airplane-bro was inspired by Simba and Scar when he was creating Mobei-Jun’s dynamic/interactions with his uncle. This has led to him making Disney references in multiple chapters of PIDW (and of course, cucumber-bro rants about plagiarism and how much of a shitty author airplane is for not bothering to think of new material).

Ya’ll cannot tell me that baby Mobei-Jun DIDN’T sing or do something similar to “I Just Can’t Wait to Be King” when he was too young to understand the real dangers behind being a Northern Desert Prince.

I am now a firm believer of Linguang-Jun singing “Be Prepared” every damn time he tries to convince other demons to go against Mobei-Jun or assassinate him. Man’s gotta use his charisma and great singing voice somehow-

FUCK DOES THAT MEAN THAT BOTH MOBEI AND LINGUANG-JUN HAVE AMAZING SINGING VOICES-

What would be even funnier is if Airplane actually forgets where he got the inspiration for Mobei-Jun’s relationship with his uncle. As far as we know, he was either in his 20s or middle-aged when he died in his first life, and has been alive for around 40-60 years since he first transmigrated. He’s bound to have forgotten some shit from his novel (even if it’s related to his ideal man/wank character).

Imagine if one day Mobei-Jun send Airplane out to spy on Linguang-Jun because the old man has been coming off as more slimy as of late and is practically begging to be monitored. Airplane bro is pissed at both of them because:

a) His King is probably making the right move but he still has a shit ton of paperwork to get done for both Cang Qiong and the Nothern Desert as the Anding Peak Lord and Mobei’s unofficial official adviser

b) Linguang-Jun was just caught for another scheme three fucking days ago and Airplane is so damn tired of all the work he’s had to do to remedy the treaties and alliances his scheming screwed up

Anyways, time skip a bit and Airplane manages to sneak into one of Linguang-Jun’s bases and sees him singing “Be Prepared” to the crowd of enraptured and slightly horny plant demons from the west and just- blanks. Mind you, this happens BEFORE Cucumber-bro becomes Shen Qingqiu, meaning Airplane has been bottling up so many modern day references and songs for the past 60-80 fucking years.

Once Linguang-Jun finishes convincing the plant demons that yes, “murdering my nephew for me will guarantee you and your kin a stable food source and power within my court once I’m King”. He goes back to the Northern Palace and comes across the puny human that his nephew has been trying to court for the past 40 or so years. He’s about to frighten the subject of Mobei-Jun’s failed love life when said human sudden looks at him with a slightly manic smile (which looks even more unnerving since he’s standing eerily still against the palace hallways) and asks,

“Do you know anything about Mickey Mouse, Linguang-Jun…?”

#svsss #shang qinghua #svsss shang qinghua #svsss mobei jun #mobei jun #the lion king #simba #simba lion king #scar #scar lion king #linguang jun #airplane shooting towards the sky #airplane bro #be prepared #i just can’t wait to be king #disney songs #airplane is a hack author

[alfalfascorner]

(over)analyzing drea & eleanor's relationship

okay so this movie has made me her bitch and I've been obssesing over it since I first watched it so I decided to give in and rewatch it only to analyze every single homoerotic interaction between these two gorgeous teen psychos bc we all agree we were robbed of one of the most complicated, chaotic and promising sapphic ships right???

so first of all. eleanor's introduction. the whole "my life was about to change and it all started with her" thing and then the look

@lovelybuckley said that 80% of the time eleanor looked at drea she was madly in love and honestly??? so true bestie. I mean just look at her. the first time they reunite in years and this is the look eleanor gives her so-called archenemy? you see that shit?? she looks so proud of her mean gf I can't

now let me prove one of my favorite theories about them. eleanor having a crush on drea when they were kids and drea outing her bc of internalized homophobia. now let's dissect together this word-per-word quote of eleanor:

"I know what it's like to get screwed over by someone you thought you could trust."

right off the bat we learn they have history. you don't develop enough trust to come out to someone who happens to be a mere stranger. so we know they got pretty close at day camp

"When I was thirteen, uh, I went to day camp with this girl and she existed in this like... untouchable plane. She glowed."

hello??? she glowed???? baby eleanor was probably head over heels, change my mind. sure, drea was probably a reckoning force since childhood but being thirteen at day camp, all sweaty and still developing is not exactly anybody's peak but here she says drea glowed??? she was down bad, massive crush I'm telling you

"I pretty much already knew that I liked girls but I hadn't told anyone yet."

now I want you to focus on the first half of this sentence. I pretty much already knew that I liked girls. it's giving 'she wasn't the very first girl I liked' & 'I could tell I liked her back then bc I already knew I liked girls'. crush confirmed. you're welcome loves

"But this girl, I guess I thought that if she liked me, it would validate my entire existence or something, and I finally talked to her and... it was great. Like, she made me feel so free and confident and safe"

DO I NEED TO SAY MORE?? 😭 actually, nvm I love talking abt them. I talked to her and it was... great. ugh my heart. baby eleanor gathering the courage to talk to her crush and they actually hitting it off? my girl was having the time of her life I'm telling you.

okay now I'm breaking my own heart bc baby eleanor feeling free and confident and safe around drea only makes the outing hurt more. anyways keep up babes bc this too has important details. so they get along and they spend idk how much time together for them to create such a strong bond so that eleanor would come out to drea.

I swear the writers were cowards and my girl queen pussy boss drea has always been a little fruity, the receipts are right there in the movie. so following up w them becoming so close and eleanor crushing hard on her, drea outing her was 1000% internalized homophobia. take in mind that drea has always been trying to fit in the crowd and make herself into this perfect, good enough version that the popular, rich kids would accept into their circle.

it's not surprising that, were she to reciprocate eleanor's feelings without realizing it (which I'm sure she did), along with eleanor's coming out had her going through some intense realizations that as a pre pubescent trying to fit in she couldn't handle for the time being and thus reacting the way she did.

so there you have it. eleanor did have a crush on drea and then became obssesed with her to the point of creating this evil revenge master plan and drea has always been fruity and had feelings for eleanor too. this is canon babes, it's all in the subtext, look it up.

#part 1/??? #in this essay i will #just me and my little silly hyperfixations #we were robbed #and i will do them justice #do it for the revenge mommies #i will die on this hill #gay shit #character study #long reads #drea x eleanor #eleanor levatan #drea torres #do revenge #do revenge netflix

[minawritesfanfic]

Stu Macher x Gn!reader

Playing Nurse

Work count: 1,421

Summary: Your friends come to visit you after you fall sick in the middle of summer, and you’re met with a surprise of the goofball of the group staying to spend his week nursing you back to health.

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Just my luck.

Of course, I’d be the one person to get violently sick right at the peak of summer vacation. All the plans I had for the week fizzled into nothing just like that. It was frustrating and the pounding headache I had just accentuated my frustration. I could barely think and the room felt like it was spinning, despite the fact I was laying still. I hadn’t left my bed for the last two days, and of course, now would be the time I realized that I should probably reorganize my room.

“Oh sweetpea, you’re friends are here. Ain’t that sweet of them!” My mother called as she opened the door to my room, through warped vision I managed to see Sidney, Tatum, Randy, and Stu.

“Hey guys, what are you doing here?” I asked readjusting my position to sit up more.

“Nono, lay back down! We just came to say hi and check in on you.” Sidney said as she approached me and forced me to lay back down, I didn’t have the energy to fight her.

“Yeah, how am I supposed to enjoy my summer when my favourite piece of arm candy is ill?!” Tatum exaggerated with a pout as she sat down on the edge of my bed pretending to faint.

“I thought I was your eye candy Tatum?” Randy chimed in with an offended loom while Stu just snickered behind him and place a hand on his shoulder.

“Randy, you’re about as appealing as a grey rock.” Randy shook off his hand and dropped his head sadly whilst we all laughed.

“It’s okay Randy, you can be my arm Candy. Tatum and Stu just don’t see your…. unique charm.” Tatum and Stu laughed again and I shot them a look.

“Yeah screw you guys, they get it. At least they can see my irresistibility, you all are blind.” He said slicking his hair back and flashing me a grin, Sidney and I laugh and Tatum just rolled her eyes.

“I really appreciate you guys coming over, I honestly thought I would die of boredom.”

“Of course, we even brought you some things. It was Billy’s idea since he wasn’t able to come with us today,” Sidney sat down next to me and handed me a basket.

It had a little ribbon tied on the handle in my favourite colour, and it was filled with all of my favourite things. I instantly picked up one of the snacks and opened it up, taking a savory bite. I practically melted into my pillows, it had been a while since I’d had one of these since the local grocery stores stopped selling them. I smiled up at everyone before letting out a painful and gross cough.

“Thanks you guys, but you shouldn’t get too close. I’d hate for all of us to be stuck inside this summer, I appreciate you all coming but get out. Go enjoy your summer, then you can tell me all about what I missed when I’m better.” I said as I sat up and shooed the group away, Sidney stood and gave me a sad look.

“Come on Sid, you heard them. They probably need to rest now anyways.” Tatum placed a hand on Sidney’s shoulder before dragging her out of the room, Randy followed with a wave and Stu just shot finger guns at me closing the door behind them.

And then I was alone once again, I was a little sad they left but I didn’t want them to miss out on summer because they were taking care of me or get sick because of me. I rolled over set the basket down on my bedside table, then rolled onto my stomach and snuggled into my pillow. The short interaction had honestly drained me, so maybe I’d do what Tatum said.

Just as I was close to falling asleep I heard my door creak back open, I looked up and saw Stu entering my room with a bowl and spoon.

“What are you still doing here Stu?”

“I’m not Stu, I’m Nurse Stu here to help you feel better.” He grinned and sat down next to me, “I brought you some warm soup to calm your stomach.” He set the bowl in his lap and used the spoon to scoop up the soup, then he brought the spoon to my lips.

“Thank but no thank ‘Nurse Stu’ but I have ‘Nurse Mom’-“ He took the opportunity of me talking to gently shove the spoon into my mouth, I rolled my eyes and just ate the soup.

“Shhh, just enjoy the royalty treatment alright, do you want to kill my dreams of being a nurse on my first day on the job?” He gave me puppy dog eyes and pleaded visually for me to let him stay, I just groaned before coughing again.

“Fine fine stay, but it’s your fault if you end up sick,” I grumbled but he just smiled and fed me another spoonful.

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I expected Stu’s nurse act to last maybe the rest of the day, but it continued through the week. Today had been the hardest day, I was feverish with constant chills. Not to mention I was unable to keep anything I ate down, I was just in so much pain with no way to stop it. All I could do was cry.

Stu came barreling into the room with a smile as he always did, but seeing the pained look, tears in my eyes, how red and pale my face was his expression quickly changed. He was by my side in a flash with his palm on my forehead, I was comforted by the coolness of his hand in comparison to my forehead.

“You’re burning up,” He murmured to himself before gently squeezing my cheek and exiting the room.

He returns a few moments later with a wet rag and placed it gently on my forehead, I shivered at the abrupt temperature change but relished in the relief it brought. Though it reminded me how cold I was despite it the fact I was snuggled quite warmly in my blankets, I could barely hold back my teeth from chattering.

“Ugh being sick like actually sucks, how can I be so hot but yet so cold?” I whined shifting uncomfortably in my bed.

“Well if you’re so cold I could warm you up?” Stu said with a smirk and a teasing undertone, at first I opened my mouth to say no but the more I thought about it the more I warmed up to the idea. No pun intended.

“Actually yeah, would you? At least until I fall asleep?”

“Oh uhm well, I mean if you insist,” Stu said letting his flirty and confident demeanor falter for a moment, but he quickly composed himself and climbed carefully into the bed next to me.

I scooted over and made space for him in my bed, it was a bit awkward at first and I felt my face growing more red than it already was. But once we found a comfortable position, him on his back and me resting on his shoulder, the awkwardness slowly disappeared. He took away the wet rag and set it on the side table, my fever had thankfully gone down significantly. Though a new symptom arose, exhaustion from my body working hard to expel this god-awful common cold. I yawned softly and snuggled into his chest a bit more, a smile growing on my face as I could hear his quickening heartbeat. It wasn’t long before the soothing melody of his heartbeat and warmth lulled me into a peaceful sleep.

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A few days had passed and I was feeling wonderfully refreshed and happy to be healthy again. I currently sat on the island reading a magazine whilst my mom prepared dinner in the kitchen. We both stopped what we were doing when the phone suddenly rang, my mother looked over her shoulder at me before she spoke.

“Sweetpea, could you get that for me? I need to start setting up the table.” I just hummed in response and made my way to the landline in the living room.

“Hello, who’s this?” I said as I picked up the phone, I snickered when I heard a raspy voice call my name.

“Hey…It’s Stu, I think you got me sick…” He droned with a weak laugh that ended in a cough.

“Oh? Well, I guess it's my turn to play nurse until you feel better, huh?”

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#stu macher #scream #stu macher x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #sickfic #they’re cuddling #gender nuetral reader #first fanfic

[echoedcrosshairs]

Those Who Fight Together - part 8

Summary: Undescribed Jedi female nicknamed Reaper in 3rd person makes up with Echo and Tech finally says and does what’s on his mind 🖤Smut with a Plot🖤

Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, PiV, creampies, pleasure tears, alcohol, emotional burst.

Word Count: 8k

part 7 part 7.5 part 9

"Did you talk to her?" Hunter asked when Tech got back.

"She was indisposed, I will try again at a later time," he said sitting down with the datapad trying to distract himself.

"Indisposed?" Wrecker asked.

"Yes, she was in the bathroom excreting whatever it is she drank"

Tech noticed Wrecker and Echo nod, their attention went back to what they were working on but Hunter didn't seem to believe it but didn't say anything nor did Echo appear to believe it.

"Are you sure she wasn't in there with some reg?" Crosshair asked, not believing it either.

She was definitely screwing a reg but it wasn't with just any Reg, "As often as I have been at odds lately with my own vice of consumption, I think I would be quiet familiar the sounds of regretting that consumption."

Crosshair knew he was lying, "How about I go talk to her myself."

"Crosshair, do I need to remind you how last time went or that for a fact last you saw her you just happened to try to kill her. I do not think it would be wise if you of all people went."

"Fine," he gritted out putting a toothpick in his mouth. Ah probably he's covering for Wolffe or Cody. Crosshair started gnawing at the toothpick to keep from saying anything else.

"Well I hope she comes back," Wrecker said messing with a smoke bomb.

"Do you think she is?" Echo asked looking to Hunter.

Hunter looked at him but didn't look at him, after reading the messages Tech recovered from from the frequency he truly didn't know. He could hope but the reality of it was for once he didn't know.

"Hey, Boys. We'll be on our way back shortly, the General had a little to much to drink she's in the tank," they heard Cody from the other side.

"Like I said," Tech said rolling his eyes.

"It is like you said," Wrecker said approvingly nodding.

"Location?" Echo replied looking down at the coordinates, "Not far from here, I'll come intercept."

"Thanks, Echo."

Was this a good idea? No, but am I going to do it anyway? Yes. Echo got up noticing Wrecker and Hunter was following him. He saw Wrecker got a little pep back in his step and hoped that it would be at least a semi neutral interaction.

Tech played with his spanner debating if he wanted to go but felt like what he needed to say was more of a private matter, given he destroyed his brother's happiness he wanted to give them this.

"Wolffe?" Crosshair asked taking the destroyed and chipped toothpick out of his mouth.

"Drinking."

"I don't believe you."

"Sounds like a personal problem."

Crosshair squinted his eyes at him, the neutral expression on Tech's face as he stared down at his pad. He put another toothpick in his mouth, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth or not. Hmm. He decided he was going to head to follow after the rest of the squad to see for himself. Peaking back he noticed Tech following up, not looking up except for a tiny glance. Gotcha.

Wolffe had gotten her to the small med bay and headed for a quick scolding shower to get the lingering smell of arousal, brushing his teeth before completely drying off and heading back. She was only half submerged in the tank so they could run their test. He watched the monitor watching her steady heart beat, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile.

"It sounds like their on their way," Cody said taking a seat next to him, "I know it's been awhile, but did you have to be so rough?"

"I wasn't the one being rough," he smirked.

Wolffe looked up to see 99 approaching with Crosshair and Tech lingering in the back. He glared at them, the other three were one thing but those two he wanted to rip to shreds. Crosshair most of all for the betrayal of the his trust.

He observed Crosshair studying him, "Like Hell, do you want to get your thrusters handed to you, Crosshair?" standing up putting himself between her and them.

Hunter looked between them, positioning himself between them. His nostrils flared smelling the faint of something on her and how sterile Wolffe was compared to the rest of them. He looked at her then at Wolffe and then back down at her. Hunter took a step back letting them stare down at each other. He made sense of what happened while she was out and Tech's forced calm, he walked over to the tank and put him hands on the lip of it. His eyes trailed down the visual parts of her body and new tattoo's, they were different from their traditional tattoos hers every slightly imperfect. Sith Pincerbug inflicted, possibly because the bacta isn't healing it. I wonder how long it took and that it means, it's so intricate. At least the bacta is washing away the scent and Wolffe bothered to shower.

Wrecker leaned over the Serg looking down at the markings, wondering if there was still there. He looked at stare down happening wondering if he should break it up or if they needed to fight it would like brothers tend to need too. After all didn't they all just want to make her happy? At least most of them do. He watched Crosshair get in Wolffe's face and decided to step in grabbing both of them by the front of their chest plates and forcibly separating them.

Cody groaned remember the last time Wrecker grabbed someone, "Put them down," pointing the floor beneath them, he heard the audible thud as he dropped them, "Next time maybe a little more gently."

Wrecker hit both of them in the shoulders, "Figure it out before she wakes up," he headed for the seats to wait.

"Are you satisfied?" Tech said scowling at Crosshair.

"Oh I got bone to pick you too goggles."

"I obviously wasn't talking to you," Tech said turning his scowl to Wolffe for a moment going back to Crosshair.

Tech didn't see the punch coming until it collided with his check and sent him to the ground, "I deserved that," he said wiggling his jaw methodically checking for damage before standing up.

"Maybe I'll tolerate you after all ," Wolffe admiring the way he didn't blink an eye taking a punch.

"Maybe you should do it again for good measure," Crosshair jested.

"Enough," Hunter said, "Just... enough all of you. If we're all fighting that will only maybe her transition harder. If she stays at all."

"What makes you say that?" Wrecker asked.

Hunter looked down at her markings again, wondering where or who her allegiance was with "She's been through a lot."

"That girl is built just like us clones, to come back from unspeakable trauma to keeping fighting. She is a soldier-" Wolffe defended.

"But she's not a clone, we both read the same report. She's a killer and a traitor," Crosshair cut in.

"So are you, Sniper. Disobeying orders and attempting to kill your superior officer. I'm surprised your still breathing I'm surprised she didn't strike you down on the way here. I don't think I would have been so kind."

Wolffe's words hit Crosshair like tank fire, she didn't go after him but why, there was no way she was still loyal to them yet her action proves otherwise. He put a tooth pick in his mouth letting it dance across his teeth. He put his shoulders back, ignoring the scoff from Wolffe and walked to the end of the tank. Crosshair searched her body for any sign of betrayal except the tattoos except they weren't traditional Sith markings realizing it looked vaguely like Mandalorian.

"What is it?" Hunter asked.

"Her tattoo... It's in Mandalorian, perhaps old Mandalorian," he said in disbelief.

"You have to be mistaken, no one alive knows ancient Mandalorian," Tech said pointing out the obvious flaw.

Crosshair gave him a disappointed look, "Wrong," pointing at the markings, "I know Mandalorian when I see it. Just not this dialect."

Tech basically put his head in the tank to look at them closer, "You are correct, these are Mandalorian in origin. I am impressed."

Echo walked over and grabbed her hand, "How long is she going to out anyway?" Giving it a gentle squeeze.

Cody shrugged, "To be fair they did give her a tall glass instead of a shots worth."

"It was pretty impressive," Wolffe added taking her other hand.

"It's normally every girls dream to be surrounded by men but they left out the part it only happens after to many drinks," you said sitting up with your eyes still closed, not knowing who was there or touching you, "I could kill that bartender right about now. My karking head," you said removing your hands from who ever they were. It felt like your skull was being compacted down and squished again your eye sockets, "Whatever that was should definitely be illegal."

The room was heavy and silent, Wolffe and Cody exchanged glances while the squad looked at each other wondering if you were going to actually do it. You pressed your hands to your eyes trying to get get it to be even darker but it felt like the world was screaming at you trying to tear you apart. You stood up feeling where the lip of the tank was with your foot before jumping out. Someone took your hand, and placed a cool patch on your forehead that relieved enough pain that you at least removed your hands from your head.

"Did that help?" Cody asked.

"Not really."

"You might want to put your guard by up it's... a loud room," Wolffe said turning you a direction towards something.

"Right, I hate Coruscant, so loud," You wiped your eyes again before slitting them open, a towel and some clothes were laid out. You felt Wolffe's hand go to your waist guiding you towards the pile. You pat dried yourself while Wolffe took the other towel blotting your hair to get it to stop dripping.

Hunter watched how seamlessly he helped her dry her hair and her put her armor back on that it gave him a spike of jealousy. He looked and most of them shared the same expression. He looked up to see Wolffe smirking cause caused Cody to groan. She finally turned around and saw all of them, once moment she was soft looking at Wolffe and then the piercing eyes came back of whoever was on the battlefield. He saw as she noticed Crosshair standing at the end of the tank, her noise twitched but she didn't say anything as she slid her sabers back on her belt.

You tapped Wolffe's cheek, "Next time down let down the whole glass," and then walked over to Cody, put your arm around his neck and brought his head down so you could mess up his hair, "and that's for letting me drink that whole thing," you said letting go and laughing at the level of dishevelment of his hair, “Aren’t you suppose to be the responsible one.”

Hunter saw the slice of who you were when you first met, the jokester looking to have fun and make trouble but that sliver was gone as soon as you let Cody go. Watching the demeanor change from carefree and fun to icy and regal he stood at attention the rest of the squad followed suit not knowing what else to do.

"Let's move out, sooner we get that asset back to Zetabed the sooner I can try to get some actual sleep," you said heading towards the door, "Let Obi and Plo know I'm ship shape and ready."

"Sooner we can get back to making everyone else uncomfortable after a battle," Wolffe leered in your ear before saluting and taking off.

"Good luck," Cody said, eyeing the boys in a cautious warning that it was for them.

Hunter fell into rank behind you noticing you didn't have give them the at ease command. Echo fell into place next to him being the second in command, and the rest lining behind them except Crosshair. Crosshair stood in the middle of the two lines watching. You felt him there in the middle, it was as equally a threat to him as it was to you. Bold, but you didn't try to kill me on the ship or in the tank; fine I'll play your game Crosshair.

"You guys can fall out of line," noticing out of the corner of your eye that Echo reached for your hand but stopped himself choosing to be your side until Wrecker ruined it.

Wrecker didn't care about the lingering awkwardness or annoyed stare he got. He grabbed you by the waist and threw you up on his shoulders, "Feeling better?"

"Eh, my head still throbs."

"I missed ya," he said not caring about the social cue that this wasn't the time or place, "Glad to see you're in one piece."

"Thank you, Wrecker," you paused to choice your next words, "It's... nice being around familiar faces."

"Hahaha, I can't imagine."

"So... What's Zetabed like?" Echo asked trying to make conversations.

"I... don't really remember," you admitted, light shame washing over you, "It's been a while."

Everyone was silent after that until you reached the ship and Wrecker put you down, "Well at least if we all go we can remind you if you forget again," he said smiling boarding the ship.

Every one went first leaving just you and Crosshair, you looked at him to find him already staring at you with slits for eyes moving the toothpick again. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, he caught your hand and your free hand went to your saber, waiting.

"They all missed you."

"You don't think I don't know that."

"You don't seem to care."

"Being betrayed and having someone you love trying to kill you is one hell of a welcome home," you dryly laughed while ripping your wrist away anger fading into pain, "I was never your Enemy, Crosshair... I waited for all of you... regardless of I whatever did to make that day happened," you paused to cover your eyes to keep anything from leaking and thankfully they didn't, "Days turned to into weeks and then weeks turned into months... so I'm sorry that I came back a little broken" your fist smacked against the ship creating a little dent and pain lit up your body, "I don't and will never blame you for what you tried to do. I probably would have done the same"

"You're going to leave, aren't you?"

You putt your hand on the dent focusing on the spot and pulled the dent out, "Isn't that what you want anyway?" you asked eyeing him and agonized expression, "its who I belong with."

"Are you coming in or not?" Tech called in over coms, privately eaves dropping on the conversation feeling more guilty about his hand in all of it and how much of a mess he made.

"Yes-" Crosshair hissed, he recomposed his snark and general annoyance he headed into the ship.

When you walked in your found Echo waiting on the wall on your room, his back pressed into with his arms folded with a scowl on his face, "I was wondering if you were ever going to come aboard or if you were off getting another ship and to leave us without saying goodbye," he took a breath trying to get the scowl off his face, "Did I do something wrong? It's like you'll talk to anyone but me," finally letting out what was bugging him, "All I tried to say is I love you but you'll talk to the guy who wanted to kill you. Do I need to try doing that? Do I just need to give up? What do I need to do?"

Sometimes making amends is as simple as talking, "I- didn't know how to feel at first when you all arrived... I felt abandoned no one came for me and none of you tried getting through to me nor understand what I went thought.. I saw the faces all of you made, you guys would be better off without me."

"We have looked for you everyday, turned down mission after mission trying to bring you home we always got there moments to late when someone spotted you.. I've spend every night sleeping on your bedroom floor like some abandoned Loth-cat waiting for their owner to come home not knowing if they are ever would or wanted too."

"Echo-"

"And then we finally found you," he said prying himself off the wall, "and it was like we... I never mattered to you, whether you meant it or not you picked them since the moment you got back... I guess I'm asking if you're choosing them."

You unwrapped his arm put yourself in them leaning your head again his chest plate, "Echo-"

He reluctantly put his arms around you, "I guess if he makes you happier, I can live with that" squeezing both his arms and his jaw.

"Not about that-"

He pulled you into your room for the sliver or privacy that it offered "You mean about what happened Wolffe," he said emotionless, "Tech tried to cover you," a small broken laugh, "At least say goodbye when you leave this time, please," he begged squeezing tighter.

"Echo-" he finally noticed the tears streaming down your face quickly unbuckling his chest place and brought you into his chest, "Sorry when you said there wasn't anything left to say, I realized there was a lot to left to say. There's always a place for you here if you ever decide to come home. I love you."

Echo held her as she sobbed while their blacks were moisture absorbing there was only so much they could take. He felt more guilty about unloading everything he felt. I just... didn't want anything else to be left unsaid. He felt her squeeze tighter probably noticing the difference.

"I love you too.." hiccup "I'm so sorry Echo."

Echo pulled a way for a second grabbing one of the many towels Tech put under the bed and wipped away the snot from both her and his shirt. He moved her to the edge of the bed and made her sit down, he sat besides her quietly. She saw the little spot on the floor where Echo kept with pillow and blanket and managed to cry even harder.

"All that matters is that you're safe," he said putting his arms around her, "Can some one grab some hydration packages?" He asked into his coms.

Hunter was already standing outside the door wrinkling his nose with how salty the air was with some waiting to see if Echo needed them, "I gotcha," he replied walking in. He saw the mess that was her face, tear stained and a mess. Hunter darted his eyes at Echo who to busy to notice, "Maybe you could have waited until after the mission?" He offered gently placing the patches on the back of her hands.

"Waiting is what got us into this mess in the first place."

"General Kenobi has caught up, we still have a little bit before we get there," Hunter paused when Echo glared at him and knelt down to look at you, "I'm glad you're still in there . I hope if you do leave it'll at least be on good terms," he kissed your forehead before heading to the copilot chair to check on everyone else.

"What do you mean waiting got us into this mess?" You asked.

"We all need to talk," Echo said moving you into his lap and standing up with you in his arms, "We can now or later," he asked his tone lowering.

"I'm going to regret this... but now."

Echo managed to slide both of you out the door and carried you to to the pilot seats, "Do you want me to put you down?" He asked.

You shook your head, "Just tell me."

"Well this is can't get much worse in terms of timing," Tech said setting the ship into autopilot, "Crosshair-"

"I'm here," he said took his seat.

"Now you two, talk. Now," Echo said angrily sitting you up in his lap, both Hunter and him glaring.

"I- wanted to end things because I didn't want my personal feelings to interfere with the success of our missions nor let it cloud my judgement," Tech said trying to level his breathing, "In doing so with disastrous effect, both of my greatest fears came to pass. Everything that happened is essentially my fault," He admitted flatly.

"I knew he couldn't do it," is all that Crosshair said.

You bolted up, grabbed Tech by the collar dragged him up squinting at him watching him mildly squirm, "That is all you ever had to say ," dropping him, "I would have understood," you said crawling back into Echo's lap.

Echo rested his forehead against the side of your head, "I'm sorry."

"Anti-climactic." Crosshair stated, not wanting to be in this conversation.

"Don't blame yourself either Crosshair, my actions afterwards weren't your fault either."

"Who says I blame myself?"

"Are you really asking me how I know?" you said like it was obvious.

He scowled, "Maybe my regret is not killing you when I had the chance."

"Crosshair," Hunter stated.

He rolled his eyes and put another tooth pick in his mouth, "... Sorry."

Crosshair noticed everyone gawking at him, it been absolutely more insufferable to be around and even more hostile when she left. He crossed his legs and leaned back in his seat pretending not to care about all of the eyes on him waiting for someone else to speak. He still did not know if she was friend or foe, but he did miss her and realize how wrong his was in all of this. He looked up through his lashes to watch her put against Echo's neck, a twinge of jealousy but couldn't blame her because this conversation was uncomfortable.

"I- am truly sorry, Reaper," Tech said fiddling with his glasses, "but do not feel like you can not stay on the accounts of Crosshair and I's actions. Everyone has worked tirelessly trying to bring you back."

"You can say that again, I'm sick of Tech hogging the bathroom cause he's drank to much," Wrecker said pouting.

Tech covered his face in hopes of keeping the embarrassment off his features to little to no success, "Shut up."

"He literally cried," Crosshair said knowing it would stand out, "He took it the hardest to bring you home," then every looked at Tech with concern they all knew he mustered through a lot of injuries without a single compliant.

"And failed for the most part-" Tech pointed out.

"You did the best with the information you had," Hunter added.

"It was something I should have so obviously noticed, it was not my best."

"It was you who got the information from-" Wrecker started say before Hunter covered his mouth, "Don't finish that sentence."

"Let's just say he stooped lower then a weequay trying to get you home," Echo whispered repulsed.

Tech turned around groaning and rested his head against the back of the chest, taking off his googles trying to get the memories out of under his eyelids.

"It was pathetic," Crosshair chuckled.

"That's the Quacta calling the stifling slimy, do I need to bring up what happened on-" Tech stated.

"Shut up."

"None of us abandoned you, we don't leave our own behind. We were coming for you, it just happened to take longer then we thought it would," Hunter said resting a hand on your knee, "We didn't understand because were made to withstand anything this war can throw at us."

Crosshair watched her break out in hysterics again. He watched Hunter and Echo try to comfort her no effect. He groaned, "Hand her over," he grunted bending over and grabbing her before they said anything also grabbed Tech who scrambled for his googles, "We're going to be busy," Crosshair growled dragging them both back to her room and bolting the door. He shoved them towards the bed and he plopped down in front of the door. "Fix it, I don't care how," putting a new toothpick in his mouth.

"She's crying-."

"Did you understand when I said I don't care how," Crosshair said crossing his arms over his chest, gnawing harder on the toothpick. He was aware of the suffering they both endured, the path of rage and the path of self destruction Crosshair was far to familiar with both.

Tech opened and closed his mouth once again frozen in what to say, he adjusted his googles trying to think. He adjusted her on the bed to where he face her spine and he could sit on the edge of the bed comfortably. He unclipped the armor placing it next to them and pulled the her blacks up to where he remembered his helmet tattoo was and flickered the light on his googles to see it was still there. To his surprise it still was. He rested his forehead against it wrapping around his arms around her noticing how still she went but still shaking.

"With my expansive vocabulary, I still can not find the precise words to articulate how this makes me feel nor how it makes me feel that you didn't cover it," he said bringing his lips to the tattoo pressing into it, waiting a second to see if she had reaction before he pressed harder into it knowing it would leave a mark He watched her lean forward and put her head between legs. He looked over at Crosshair who shook his head not wanting to be apart of it. He put his hand on her shoulder but she was silent. His leg started bouncing trying to figure out how to phrase what was going on in his head "Reaper, the actions of Crosshair and I took were not originally aimed to cause you any distress during the transition. Crosshair has always been... severe and unsociable het he's always been reliable, I needed help he was unaccustomed to giving. He did the only thing he knows how too. His words did not match what he truly meant. It is true I have always been the intelligent and logical one but you were not a variable that I was able to solve for thus rendering what I know to do ineffective therefor jeopardizing this squad but when you left... I realized how important of a variable you became that I was the one who jeopardized this squad instead." He pulled her blacks back down and put the back plate back on.

Crosshair glared at him for being dragged into it but watched you bring your head up from in between your legs and rested it on your knees instead and stifled his annoyance. It took a couple minutes but you finally stopped shaking and heard Crosshair move to his feet, "I'll get some more water and a patch." He took himself to grab a cold canteen, a small patch and warmed up a towel.

"How's it going in there?" Echo asked.

"As anticipated."

"Did she hurt him," Wrecker asked looking at the patch and towel.

"No one’s hurt yet." Crosshair said grabbing the towel, he closed the door behind again and handed the water, towel and patch to Tech before retaking his place at the base of the door.

You heard Tech stand up and hunch over you, folded up the warm towel and used it to cover your eyes and put the patch on the back of your neck. He gently tilted back your head and brought the canteen to your lips encouraging you get part of it down. You pulled back after couple good pulls of it. You heard him screw the cap back on and sit back on the edge of the bed.

"Anything else?" Crosshair asked, eyeing his brother knowing what he needed to say.

"Can we have a-" Crosshair was already standing up, "I'll be on the other side."

"What was Count Dooku's present?" Tech interjected.

"An coms device and a map," you admitted, "I assume in case I ever wanted to go back and no I haven't thought about it."

"Reaper-"

"What did they mean Echo said you've been stooped lower then a weequy".

"I have been attempting to control my guilt and remorse with out of character behaviors, drinking, spice, pod racing, a little of this and a little of that."

"Tech-"

"When days turned into weeks and the reports of a new apprentice came out... I knew. I equally blamed myself for the atrocities and now even more so overlooking the obvious frequency code."

"My atrocities were not your fault," you admitted taking the towel off but still not looking at him, "I was ready let the galaxy burn with me."

Tech wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her back towards him, "I would have chosen to burn along side you," sliding her against his hip, "Just say it," he heard Crosshair say from the other side of the door, his footsteps receding away. Tech's jaw tightened at the interruption, "While I have the emotional intelligence of a tin bin... I-" his voice froze, the emotion short circuiting his brain, "If I had to try to articulate my feelings it's something one could quantify-" another exasperated breath, "I love you," he finally forced out. He sat there slightly frozen wishing he had a drink for the silence that followed, "but... if you feel like you belong else where, I would understand more then most."

You were silent, overloaded and exhausted. Everything you wanted to say was frozen on on the tip of your tongue. You let you head lead back to touch his shoulder, letting one arm move to cover his and making his fingers spread to hold your own between them. It seemed to be answer enough because you heard him start breathing regularly again.

"Eaves dropping?" Echo asked Hunter who was slightly smiling.

"Curiosity killed the Loth," he chuckled.

"Anything good?" Wrecker asked.

"I think they'll be fine, they just need time. Which I'm going to buy some more."

"Good, I'm sick of having scrape him up from every canteen floor," Echo said folding his arms.

"Or taking apart everything he brings aboard," Crosshair mumbled plopping himself down in a chair.

"Did you two patch things up?" Wrecker poked.

"I'm not the one who's been self medicating. He needs it the most. Now leave me alone I need a nap," he said taking the tooth pick of his mouth and tucking in at the top of his armor for when he woke up.

"Thank you, Crosshair," Hunter said as Crosshair closed his eyes and softly snored.

Tech looked at you from the corner of his eye while you looked through your lashes at him, the same relieved yet still pained expression. He pulled you closer, mildly squishing your ribs but you didn't mind. "Who were you mourning before the battle?" He asked not being able to stand the silence.

"Life."

"And the new tattoo?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

Your free hand moved to your thighs and up your sides, "It may be best if you don't know."

"I need too given, how it was applied to your skin."

"I assumed my song was over."

"I can not say I am sorry enough."

"I love you too," you finally said lighten the dark then the conversation was going. You turned, joining him at the end of the bed keeping his arm around you with your free hand you pulled down the collar of his blacks and brought your mouth to his neck causing him to go completed rigid. You placed a tiny mark on him before fixing the collar. You laughed taping the spot on his back where he put on on you and he relaxed.

"I am not one with words, I'm sorry if the action was-"

"It was fine."

"How could you still love me after what I did?" He asked regretting it instantly.

"How could you still love me after what I did?" You asked back you knowing both of you weren't angels.

He flipped you into his lap before you could blink, "Will you... stay here?" He asked fiddling with his googles. He grabbed your chin and tilted it towards his, horrified at the outburst and barely breathing, "Please."

"Do you know what you want this time...?" You asked, your heart racing leaning towards his mouth.

"Yes," he said bridging the gap.

His mouth was patient waiting to see if you would pull away before deepening the kiss. You felt Tech's tongue press again your lips, politely asking for permission before entering slightly opening your lips to him. His tongue glided against yours, he couldn't help the small noise that escaped him. He pulled his tongue back to kiss you and work his way back down your throat sucking on it. Your heart felt like it was going to explode the lower he went, a moan of his name slipped out and he suckled on your harder neck while his hand made quick work of your armor letting it fall on the floor as a sound warning to everyone else what was going on.

He pulled off your shirt and went back to kissing your body kissing every inch of your chest before moving you into the bed to pull your pants and work his mouth down both legs before moving to the center. Tech moaned as you arched into his mouth. You tried to reach down to try to take his goggles again, but he caught your hand lightly bitting your wrist which sent a shiver up your arm, "next time," he mumbled before moving his mouth back to the flooded warmth that he coaxed out. He quickly took took off his gloves letting his index and middle finger trail up from your ankle towards the glistening opening he wanted to satisfy. He ran his tongue in quick circling mimicking how you took care of yourself the first time. When he finally felt your thighs twitching agains his head he inserted his fingers. He pulled back watch hopefully he had interrupted you so he could watch his fingers move and how you squirmed around him. He saw you biting on your finger and how tight you held your eyes shut trying to be quiet. He put his mouth back on your clit and continued until you pushed out his fingers. "Tech..." He smiled before licking up the delicious mess he made and then his fingers, "Tech..." he looked up smiling more at the half opened eyed lustful expression you were giving him "Yes?" He replied.

"We should be there soon," you said trying to sit up trying to distract your loud mind.

"You forget the six to eight hour mandatory quarantine, given the small detour made Hunter seemed to make. We most likely arrived after General Kenobi I'm leaning towards the latter," Tech pushing you back down, silencing anymore interruptions with heavy kisses.

You pulled on his shirt, he quickly removed it leaving his upper torso exposed. He brought his chest down to touch yours together, he pulled back from kissing to rest his forehead against yours trying to catch his breath and enjoy the shudder the contact gave him, "Touch Starvation," he offered before you could ask, "Your body produces cortisol due to stress and there has been a lot of stress to say the least, physical touch is necessary for optimal oxytocin production levels-" he started explaining but when you ran your hands around him and started kissing his throat.

"What were you saying?" You murmured before grabbing a spot harder and pulling on it.

"Kark.." He moaned dropping to his knees between your legs, "Oxytocin... mmm... is produced by the hypothalamus and released into the blood stream via the pituitary gland... mmm... it's plays a role in sexual arousal, trust and romantic attachments along pain and stress relief-" he quickly closed his mouth when you let your teeth graze the next spot to make it darker, "Fark."

You watched him go rigid and squeeze his eyes shut for a moment before letting a long shaky breath, "Tech... did you...?" you asked adoringly confused.

"Almost, but no," he confessed trying to control the sensation.

Your hands trailed down to his jeans, "Let's take care of you," undoing the button and pulling the zipper down.

He had a conflicted expression on his face look down where your hands were pulling his pants and under garments down but didn't say anything, "What is it?" You whispered not understanding what the look at his face was about.

"I-" he took a breath, "attempted to have relations at one point recently but I could not preform the task. I am more then stimulated just making you content... I am sorry," he said moving backward but you pulled him back.

"Please," he gave it a moments thought before nodding but still apprehensive.

He finished taking off his pants, and laid on top of you laying his cock on your pelvis kissing you. You grabbed his hips and pulled him down, coaxing him that it was alright. His breathing went hitched when he slide himself in, he laid there holding himself before gently and very slowly thrusting. He brought his hand to your face, holding it letting your hips slide against one another.

You started at him, pleasure and pain on his face, "You don't have to be gentle if that's what bugging you," you said trying to spread your legs more but his other hand went to your thigh and bought it to rest against his.

"I want to do it right this time," he said, "to show you that I...-"

"Please."

The grip on your leg got tighter and between your legs started fluttering, he started moving a little more. You brought your fingers to his hair playing with it noticing his low moans change to a louder volume. You clamped down on him, "Tech."

"Reaper," he panted letting your neck go, feeling his body go numb with an euphoric rush. He flexed into you, his muscles rubbing into you which caused you to arch back shoving your pelvis harder into his, "Fark," he panted. A thin line of sweat trailed down his happy trail and at his temples. He gently pulled himself out, over stimulation making him feel sick.

He laid on his side leaning on his elbow staring at  you, "Over stimulation," he said raspy.

You turned on your elbow to look back at him letting your available hand go to his abdomen causing him to flex and shake for a couple moments, letting it rest there, "Are you okay?."

"I'll be fine, I just.. need a few moments."

You watched him reach up and take off his googles to rub the inner corners of his eyes. Your heart fluttered and a lower pulse started, "You're so handsome without your goggles.." you said shamelessly staring.

The sound of your voice pulled him out of his sensations and thoughts back to the present. He hand brushed his hair back putting his goggles back on much to your vocal complaints. He put his hand against the hand on his chest, "More handsome would have been the correct statement," he said with a small chuckle.

You put your elbow down laid your head on your arm, "Do you think part of the overstimulation came from wearing your googles?"

"I did not think of that, but it is plausible."

"Do you plan for this to happen?" You asked curiously.

"Not in the slightest nor was Hunter taking a detour, although I should go ask why," he said getting up putting only his jeans on not bother to put anything else on before leaving, his mind was to busy trying to get the shaking and sick feeling to quit to care.

They started at him when he entered, Wrecker broke out hollering, "I think you forgot a couple things."

"All of my privates places are covered, it's fine. Why did we take the detour?" He asked going wide eyed realizing his level of undressed and the disarray of his neck before turning his attention back his squad.

Hunter chuckled, "You should probably get back to the reason. It's good to have you back, Tech," He said switching to being serious, "I hope she fixes what broke in you," he added turning his chair back around.

Wrecker slapped his back when he turned around to leave, "Glad to have you back to normal."

"Tech, you better get back in there or I will," Crosshair growled opening one eye.

"I'll put Bacta gel stock pile on the list of supplies to get when we're done with this assignment," he huffed walking back, his back stinging wondering if that was going to leave a handprint.

You slipped one finger into yourself noticing just that caused it spill over, feeling how much his load was you let a delicious moan. You felt your nipples erect feeling tender. Tech walked in and handed you a towel watching it drip down, embarrassed you removed the finger and grabbed the towel and dried off your finger and the wet spot under you.

"Did I interrupt something?" He inquired curiously, inserting his own finger instead. He watch your breath hitch and your body arch up, he twirled the finger causing more to drip out causing a small orgasm, "Interesting," he said removing it, wiping it off and taking his pants back off and got back into bed.

"It's just stupid girl stuff," you said trying to hide the filth in your mind.

"Indulge me," he said putting his hand on covering the opening.

"Hunter said something while him and I were... preoccupied something like the scent not changing means being a biological match or... I was just curious if we were too."

"Our fornication does not lead to procreation. Does being a biological match matter? Or is it a 'kink'?" he asked curiously.

"I it's hot," you said with a tiny shrug, a finger motioning him to come here.

Tech moved putting himself between your legs, demeanor changing from regular intellectual to back to physical yearning. He rested his head on your chest, his goggles lightly dug into you but it was the last thing on your mind. You wrapped your legs around his hips with a small audible 'mmm'. He pulled himself up his elbow and stared at you, observing every muscle, crease and pore that made you look so unique to him. You watched him adjust his goggles.

"So Mr. Touch-starved," you giggled, "how are you feeling?"

"My back still stings," he muttered pulling himself up, "I am however feeling up to the task assuming the offer still stands," he said nervously again adjusting his googles revealing his half lengthen cock.

"If you want too-" you started as he took your bosom into mouth, lightly pulling on it with his mouth and his hand caressing the other one.

"I use to assume that I was above such primitive behavior," he said letting his tongue flick over the spot, "apparently I am not even with my exceptional mind," he said with a small smile.

"You can be both. The first thing I noticed about you was that big brain of yours, it's pretty attractive."

He took your hand in his and rested it above your head, letting his other hand trail your body while carefully aligning himself for entry. Tech gently thrusted himself in, his internal core spasming at the contact. He placed his hand under your knee being your leg up to his side and brought your hips down putting you in that perfectly position that his cock could rub against the squish spot of nerves. He leaned down kissing you, stroking with every kiss. Tech was gentle holding himself back to let himself enjoy the sensation, the stimulation like electricity carrying itself through his body. The feeling was drowning out everything along with his ability to control his breathing so he rested his forehead against yours trying to catch his breath.

Your face was on fire, burning bright red and every inch aching, "What do you want to do right this time?" You managed to get out.

Tech went even painstakingly slower, "That I do want you," he paused to take himself all the way out before gliding himself all the way back in, "outside of scientific curiosity," he said pulling himself out again and slamming back in harder this time, "I am not the best at verbally conveying my thoughts or feelings," he smiled going harder and dropped his voice to a lustful whisper, "however I am more than capable of providing you a demonstration." Tech lost of sense of time, edging both of you speeding up and slowing down, doing his best to demonstrate what love making is vs just the carnal urge for pleasure and procreation.

Your hips moved in rhythm with his thrust, his hips rolling against yours perfectly like crashing waves. Your fingers curled into his hair, your heart rate spiking and a mild sweat breaking out all over. Every inch of you yearned for him to send you over the edge. Your eyes lulled shut for a moment and your head started getting dizzy, "I need to-," he picked up the paced removing his arm from your leg and brought his thumb to your clit gently stroking it. Your fingered curled harder taking some of his hair into the ball of your fist with a lustful moan, you looked at him and saw he needed to cum just as bad as you did. Shakily you removed your hair from his hair and stroked the marks on his throat, your name came out laced in desperation. You grabbed the side of his throat and pressed your thumb into one of the marks and he adjusted your hips just barely widening them so he could speed up so his cock could hit the spot harder. It causes his cock to go deeper then he meant too causing something feral in him realizing he was bottomed out against your cervix and how deep his was about to empty himself.

You could barely breathe, each breath quick and shallow. The orgasm finally hit, the spasm ripping through your body and your walls gulping up his seed desperate for every drop. The intensity causing both of your moans to turn into near screams as you dug into him and legs holding him in place, his cock spewing even a larger volume into you. Both of you could barely see but you didn't break eye contact for a moment. You could feel it seeping down, the sensation causing another small convulsion and feel that both of your pelvis's were soaked. A few tears fell from your eyes from the pleasure, shakily intensely he managed to wipe them and ripped off his goggles to show the pleasure had also caused a couple to escape from him. You pulled his face down, licking them.

"Farkkk," he said shakily pressing his cock harder into you feeling a couple more drops come out, "I think we're a biological match," Tech's voice was barely more then a shaky whisper.

You laid there with him locked between your legs until both of you finally stopped shaking and he went soft. Your both of your bodies ached all over but on clouds of mind numbing ecstasy. He gently put the towel between your legs and curled up next to you, both warm and frozen to the touch.

"I love you," you whispered kissing the arm he wrapped around you.

"I love you too," he whispered sticking his face in your neck.

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