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rvfecamerons · 3 months
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rafe choking you with his dick till you cant breath because you talked back to him
I SHOULDNT BE IN THIS KINDA MOOD THIS EARLY OML (tw m receiving oral, degradation, rafe’s kinda abusive ofc its dark!rafe lol)
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your mouth always seemed to land you in trouble with your boyfriend. it didn’t take much, rafe took almost any response you gave him during an argument as a sign of disrespect. you could say nothing in return, and it would still anger him.
so if you wanna waste your air talking back to him, disrespecting him, you must not care about it that much, right? he’ll help you by taking some more.
you already know what’s coming when rafe hurriedly yanks his pants down, cock springing to life on his stomach as he forces you to your knees by a harsh grip on your hair. his other hand toys with his erection for a minute, pumping and angling it to perfectly line up with your lips, which he has to force apart with a bruising grip on your jaw. he shoves into your mouth with full force, and you’re instantly tearing up and gagging around him. he fucks your face mercilessly, ignoring your cries and the way your fingers dig pleadingly into his thighs as he’s drilling past your plump lips, abusing the back of your throat with his leaking tip.
he can hardly stand the sight of you, head hung back and eyes shut as he continues dragging your head back and forth by your hair, forcing you to keep bobbing your head even as your jaw grows tired of the incessant motion. the sounds of you choking and sputtering around him, the tears he feels fall down onto his thighs, only serves to satisfy him further.
when he feels you getting lazy around him, rafe juts his hips forward and tightens his hold on your hair. he holds your face flesh against him, cock stuffed as far down your throat as it would go, while his other hand moves to plug your nose. you have no way to draw in any air or let any out, and the panic that sets in scares you enough to start flailing around at his feet.
but rafe’s stronger than you, so he’s easily able to keep you mounted in place, forced to choke around his hard length, saliva sputtering out from the corners of your mouth as your tears ran rampant. when you finally dare to try to tilt your eyes up at your boyfriend, rafe’s gaze is already waiting for you, eyes now dark and intimidating as they seared down into you.
‘what?’ his voice is so low, hardly able to be heard over the sound of you choking on him, slapping at his thighs. ‘what’s a matter? can’t breathe? hmm?’ he taunts and you do your best to nod your head with his cock lodged in your throat.
you only feel a slight reprieve when he tilts your head back so you have no choice but to sulk up at him, eyes wide and pleading. the new angle offers a little more room for your to breathe through your mouth, still a struggle though with rafe’s tip blocking most all of the back of your throat.
‘bet y’won’t speak to me like that again, yeah?’
again, you nod frantically, willing to say or do anything to take in a decent breath again. eventually, rafe relinquishes his grip on your nose, and relief filled you as air flooded your lungs again.
when he feels himself getting close, rafe picks up his pace, savagely brutalizing your face before he pulls out fully just as his hot loads shoot out, a warm stickiness spurting out to paint your face and your tits, anywhere he can aim as he jerks himself off in front of you, finishing the job. the punishment’s always more effective when he finishes on you instead of in your mouth, he learned. it was a bigger mess for you to clean up, and he’s quick to give your cheek a few light slaps before leaving you to it, ‘watch that fuckin’ mouth with me next time.’
{ send me your dark!rafe ideas and don’t hold back!!! }
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hiddndaydreams · 3 months
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Lost Time - Zoro x Reader
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Zoro x (she/her)reader - AO3 Link
Summary: Zoro is once again lost in a forest, just as he thinks he's finally able to get some help, he comes face to face with someone from his past.
Warning: Smut 18+ ONLY - DNI if you're not 18+
Notes: I had been working on this forrrrever. So when I finished, I was just done. So apologies for not deeply editing this, I fear if I stare at this for too long, I'll end up changing everything.
Green leaves. Big tree trunks. That was all he could see. Zoro couldn’t believe he got lost again. Every single tree looked like he had walked by it multiple times. His boots kicked away broken branches and leaves as he hiked further into the forest. The sun was already starting to slowly set, and with the trees that tower over, it wasn’t long till Zoro would be surrounded in darkness. 
“Didn’t I just…” He mumbled, eyes narrowing to stare at what he thought was a familiar bush.
He groaned, raking his fingers through his green hair. His skin was glistening with sweat. Throat parched from the hours of wandering through this dense forest. He was not going to be able to find his way out at this rate. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, maybe he could just relax and retrace his steps.
In… Out…
Zoro breathed in deep to calm his racing heart. His ears picked up the wind blowing through the trees. The birds chirped and flew about. Animals that rustled through the bushes. But then his nose picked up something. Something that made his mouth water, making his stomach grumbled.
Food… If he could smell food, there must be people nearby. He opened his eyes and continued to sniff, following the faint scent. He could hear what sounded like running water. Just as the sound of running water got louder, he felt strange. Lightheaded… At first he felt like he was moving in slow motion, but then his vision became blurry. And the next thing he knew, he felt like he was falling before everything around him went black. 
She flung a whole bucket of cold water onto him. The frigid water pulled him awake, leaving him squirming and groaning in the chair. The cold water soaked his beige shirt, streaming down under the green striped haramaki.
“Finally! Took you long enough.” She said, setting the empty bucket down.
His vision was still hazy from the tranq dart, but he could recognize that voice anywhere. A woman from his past. Someone he tried to forget.
“I thought you were going to sleep till nightfall. If I remember correctly, you could easily fall asleep anywhere.” She continued. 
“Where am I?” He asked; his voice scratchy from dehydration. 
“You should know… you wandered onto my property.” She retorted, leaning against the doorframe with his sword in her hands.
He wanted to rub the sleepiness from his eyes, when he realized he was tightly restrained. That was enough to wake him up. He yanked his wrist continuously, hoping his rigorous strength would at the very least loosen the restraint around the wooden chair. 
“Why the hell did you tie me up?” He yelled. 
She chuckled at the sight before her. Zoro was completely soaked with every limb tied tightly to the chair he sat in. 
“A stranger trespassed onto my property, I had to take precautions.” She explained, while swinging his sword.
“I’m hardly a stranger.” He hissed between gritted teeth. 
She scoffed and aimed the tip of the sword at him. “Aren’t you though?” She muttered.
The bitterness in her voice made his stomach churn with guilt. It was his fault that they were on bad terms. The connection between them made him nervous. He acted on his fears and left without a word after spending one last incredible night together. Although he made the decision, he had been regretting leaving without letting her know. 
His head hung in shame, “I-I’m sorry.” He apologized.
Her lips pursed into a tight line, eyes scowled in silence. She hated that her mind was able to replay the moment she realized he left her without a word. All those nights of pain, anger, and hurt spilled throughout every nerve of her body, as if she was reliving that moment. Still prideful as ever, she fought back the tears that started to pool. She spun around and to maintain the nonchalant facade she put up.
“I regretted it the moment I stepped off that island. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all this time. Let me make it up to you.” Zoro insisted. 
“Too late. I don’t care. I’ve moved on to someone new.” She lied, and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes before they could fall. 
He felt his chest tightened at the thought of someone else spending every day and night with her. The fear of losing any hope he had with her made his stomach churn. 
“You’re lying…” He mumbled, unable to face the consequences of his actions.
She tossed his sword aside and spun back around, displeased by his accusation. “Did you think I would wait for you?” She hissed.
His hands curled into a fist. If her goal was to piss him off, she was doing an excellent job. Heat warmed his wet body the more he thought of someone else making her happy. Adrenaline pulsed through every vein of his body. No longer wanted to play her games, he yanked and tugged at the ropes that clung to his every muscle. 
“There’s no use struggling-” She started, but Zoro’s muscles flexed underneath the ropes. 
He leaned all his weight to the tips of his toes and with all his strength and weight, he crushed the chair against the floor. Her jaw dropped in shock. Sure, he looked a lot taller and stronger than she last saw him, but she didn’t think he could so easily crush her chair. 
Once the restraints loosen, he pushed the broken pieces of wood off his clothes and body. She swallowed nervously, taking a step back in defense. He slowly approached her, face stoic like always. Her heart raced the closer he got, it’s like her mind just stopped working. He didn’t stop until she was pressed against the wall, leaving her trapped between the wall and his towering body.
“You didn’t have to lie. I already feel bad enough.” He scolded her.
“I didn-” She started to argue, but was interrupted. 
“You have one chair and I just broke it. If you were in a relationship, you would have more than one chair.” He stated, with a smug smile.
“Why do I need another, when I can just sit on his lap?” She provoked him, flashing a challenging smile. 
The corner of his lips twitched. His eyes narrowed, lips twisted into a grimace. How could he possibly forget how easily she could press the right buttons to infuriate him. Despite seeing through her goading, he still felt agitated by her stubbornness. He pressed his hands on the wall and lowered his head to meet her eyes. 
“Stop pissing me off.” He growled. 
“Zoro, what are you…” She nervously asked.
“I told you I would make it up to you.” He said, his deep voice stirred something in her, bringing back old memories. 
He leaned closer, so close that his nose gently brushed against her cheek. A shaky breath escaped her lips. Her eyes glanced at his pink lips and immediately scolded herself for missing the way his lips felt. He tilted his head, angling to teasingly hover over her plush lips. 
Intimidated, her gaze dropped to avoid his intense stare. Her eyes widened when she caught the huge tent in his pants, making her mouth water and her heart race. It’s been so long… That’s why her body was reacting. At least that’s what she told herself. 
He scooped her up into his arms, causing her to yelp in response. Her arms clung behind his neck, afraid he would drop her. He wrapped her legs around his waist, then carried her over to the kitchen without breaking eye contact. He gently set her down onto the table, settling between her thighs. 
He hovered over her, and pressed a kiss against her lips. Gentle, unlike the way his brown eyes stared deep into hers. His lips continued a trail of kisses along her jaw. She felt the tension in her body melt away with each soft kiss. His gentle affection ignited her cold heart and warmed her body, making her core ache and throb for more. 
“Let me make it up to you.” He whispered against her neck. 
She sighed, tangling her fingers into his hair. His lips traveled down her neck and along her shoulder, tugging her shirt down to gain more access to her skin. Her body was heating up and her legs slowly spread, aching for some relief. 
“Say yes.” He urged her. 
His kisses were slowly weakening her resolve. His hands slowly roamed her body, slipping under the fabric of her clothes ever so slyly just to get a feel of her soft skin. Goosebumps ran along the surface of her arms from his teasing touches, making her feel like no time has ever passed. 
“Yes…” She breathed.
He smiled into her shoulder. His hands made quick work in stripping her of her shirt and tossed it behind him. Now that he had her permission, his hands brought both her wrists above her head. His lips captured her lips once again, this time kissing her deeply. His tongue slipped between her lips, getting a taste of her that he missed. She moaned into their hungry kiss, and slowly rolled her hips against him. She felt how hard he felt against her soaked shorts. His fingertips slipped underneath the elastic of her shorts and pulled it down along with her underwear. He only broke the kiss so he could watch as he slid them down her legs. His tongue ran over his lips at the sight of her legs spread so he could see her folds soaked for him. 
“God, you’re beautiful.” He gushed, making her cheeks flush with timidness. 
Her hands ran along her body, stroking along her thighs, while she watched him pull his beige shirt off. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Her pussy clenched on air just at the sight of his firm and defined chest. He smirked, watching her eyes eat him up. He pushed his pants down, kicked it aside and returned between her legs. 
“You like what you see?” He teased her. 
She rolled her eyes, but when he grinded his clothed erection against her, her head fell back with a quiet moan. He could feel her juices soak through his underwear. He leaned down to capture her lips again, hardly getting enough of her lips. Her hands pressed against his chest, running her fingers over the defined muscles. She playfully pinched his nipple between her fingers. He groaned into their kiss and grabbed both her wrists, pinning them above her head. 
While he kept the tight grip of her wrists underneath his left hand, his free hand ran down the curve of her body. Slow and soft, it was like his fingertips wanted to commit every curve and dip of her body to his memory. She arched her back, pressing her chest more against his mouth as his tongue continued to swirl slowly around her nipple. He shifted over to the other breast, giving it the same attention. He smirked into the soft skin of her breast when her nippled hardened from his wet and warm tongue. 
It’s been so long since he’s felt her body pressed against him. He could hardly contain his excitement. The anticipation of feeling her wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock sent tingles down his spine. His free hand wrapped her right leg around his waist, encouraging her to wrap her other leg around him. The soft sounds that escaped her lips made his cock throb against her hot center. While it was nice savoring her soft skin, he could hardly hold back anymore. His tip was angry and oozing with precum, desperate to be touched.
He pushed his underwear underneath his balls, too impatient to fully get rid of the fabric. His hand wrapped around his erection and pressed his length against her aching core. He grinded against her, sliding his thick erection against her slick folds. The sensation had him groaning, he glanced down to see how her juices coated his length. Her body squirmed under the delicious friction of his cock. Her thighs quivered with anticipation at the thought of him filling her up. 
“Zoro…” She whispered, arching her back to grind against him.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” He slowed down to a tormentous speed. 
“You… I want you…” She breathed.
Satisfied, he lined his tip against her wet slit. Her hands ran up his arm, curling over his forearm as he slowly pushed his leaking tip in. She sharply gasped by the sting of his stretch. He hissed at the sting from her nails digging into his skin. 
“Shit baby, are you sure you can take it?” He grunted, feeling her walls clench down onto him. 
Her tongue ran over her lips, nervously. It had been some time before she had sex. She couldn’t let him know that, especially not with that arrogant and gorgeous smirk on his face. God, she forgot how his smirk could make her stomach do flips.  
“Zoro, please… I can take it.” She ensured, encouraging him.
“That’s a good girl.” He praised and started to slowly slide inside. 
She squeezed every inch he pushed in, causing him to grunt from the tightness of her walls. Her lips parted, face scrunched together from the way his cock stretched her. Her nails dug harder into his arm from the way he filled her up. He stilled once he was fully buried inside her, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. 
“Fu-fuck! You’re gonna make me cum before I even start moving.” He muttered through clenched teeth. 
His hand slid down her chest, past her stomach and his thumb stopped right over her swollen bud. Needing a distraction from the tight grip of her pussy, his thumb rubbed tight little circles over her swollen bud. The new sensation building up was helping her relax. A shaky exhale slipped past her lips, before she slowly inhaled a breath in. Her muscles slowly unclenched. Her back arched to grind up against for more pleasure. 
“Move, Zoro.” She moaned, her hands stroked up and down his arm to soothe away the sting of her nails. 
Her warmth gushed with wetness as he pulled back and slammed into her. His cock swelled as her walls engulfed his entire length. He captured her lips, completely devouring her. Her arms clung from the back of his neck as her lips moved hungrily against his. She captured his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging it lightly before letting it snap back in place. He groaned, once again reminded by how she manages to always seduce him. 
“Look at you taking me so good.” He grunted between thrusts, his hand supported the back of her neck just so she could see the tip of his cock protruding against her stomach. 
Her eyes trailed along her body, soaking in every curve of his muscle, every vein that popped against his skin. She rocked her hips up slowly, smiling at the way his brows scrunched together. Her tongue darted out to lick against his jaw, earning her a deep groan. His hips pulled back and sharply sank back into her. 
“Oh fuck!” She cursed, tangling her fingers into his green hair.
“You can take it, sweet girl.” He said, his voice husky and deep.
Her nails gently ran along the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. The room was filled with their moans and the filthy noises from their soaked skin slapping against each other. He wished he could hear those sweet noises from her lips forever. His eyes trailed down between their connected bodies, admiring the way his coated cock easily glided in and out of her. 
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He admired the way she looked wrecked beneath him.
Her glistening cheeks glowed, plush lips parted, and half-opened eyes gazing up at him. Her breasts jiggled with each rough thrust. She looked like a divine mess and it was all because of him and how deep his cock was buried inside her. He couldn’t wait to see how destroyed she looked when she came undone. His hips snapped against hers, ramming into her as she filled the room with incoherent cries of pleasure. He continued to thrust into the same spot that made her eyes well up with tears. 
His thumb continued to work firm circles against her clit as he increased the speed of his thrusts. Her body trembled and quivered as he continued to build the coil in the depths of her core. His other hand ran up to grab a firm hold of her breast. Her hips rocked within the rhythm of his thrusts. She threw her head back with a broken moan when his tip hit a spot that made her see blissful stars. His hips quivered, feeling her velvety walls hug him when he continuously hit the same spot. 
“I-I’m close!” She warned him, her hands flew up to grab the edge of her table. 
“Come on, sweet girl. Come for me.” He panted.
Her tight grip spurred him on, the brutal speed of his thrusts pulled more cries of pleasure from her throat. Eyes squeezed shut as she felt her climax build up. Her knuckles became pale from the tight grip of the table, her body starting to quiver. The sheer strength of his thrusts made the table rock and table legs scrape against the floor. 
“Eyes on me, baby. I wanna see you.” He commanded between each pant. 
The pleasure was too much, but she forced her eyes open to meet his intense gaze. With the way he rubbed her clit, her hips started to twitch from the overstimulation. Her moans of pleasure faded into silent cries as she approached her climax. Her walls clenched down his pulsing cock. Snap. Her vision blurred, an explosion of bliss that washed over every nerve and vein of her body. She felt like her mind was floating into the clouds. As she floated back down to reality, her hips twitched from how hard she came.
She felt like her breath was stolen from her and her brain was in a daze from the high. His thrusts helped ride out her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure as he chased down his climax. Both his hands cupped her breasts, firmly gripping them as his thrusts became sloppy. 
“Come in me, Zoro.” She breathed. 
He gasped, her words sent his mind into a frenzy. She was captivated by his furrowed brows and his sharp clenched jaw. His skin was glistening with sweat, cheeks flushed. His hips stuttered and his eyes squeezed shut. With one last thrust, he buried himself deep before filling her with his release. 
“F-fuck!” He grunted, the release taking all the strength out of him to prop himself up. 
He collapsed on top of her, nestling his face into the curve of her neck. She whined when she felt him pull out of her. Their cocktail of juices leaked out onto her thighs and table. She wrapped her arms around him, despite his weight crushing her. His lips smothered her neck with kisses.
“Admit it… you missed me.” She said between breaths.
“Mmm…” He continued his trail of kisses along her shoulder. “I’m never leaving you again.” He promised.
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obae-me · 4 months
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The Brothers and their Nightmares
I was going to post this for Halloween, but things came up as they always do and I couldn't get to finishing it until now. Enjoy the late angst and spoops!
These are just dream scenarios I imagined the Brothers would suffer with, connected to both their Sin and the personal things they struggle with. Most of it is symbolic but could still be triggering for some.
TW: Hurt/No Comfort, Violent Images, Death, Blood, Angst, Nightmare Scenarios, Burning, Broken Bones, Disturbing Scenes that may upset readers. As Always, Read Safely.
Lucifer:
Displayed in a box. Preserved. Hung on a shelf for all to see. Trapped in a clear case with giant pins puncturing his wings and limbs in place. A perfect specimen.
The pain is immense. The torture almost unbearable, but this is where he belongs, right? To be shown off with Pride? To weather any struggles and pain to shine ever brighter in the light? A diamond only need be pressurized, cut, and polished before it's valuable.
Blurry faces of demons and angels and humans alike all pass him by, pointing at him and observing him with awe, sometimes fear, but nothing more. A living piece of art. He's searching for any familiarity amongst the crowd. The people he loves the most, the people he wants to shine for above all, the people he's suffering for!
Please! Give him a reason to endure this crucifixion! Prove to him that this is worth it! Let him know that he's enough! This prison must mean something! Don't say it was all for nothing! Everything he's worked for! Everything he's lamented over, toiled for! Look at him! Appreciate him!
But no one ever comes.
In the end he's left alone. The pins push deeper. The blood dripping from his eyes.
Just a caged butterfly.
--
Mammon:
Glistening palms. Shimmering faces. Gold as far as the eye can see. A perfect shining kingdom. Frozen lifeless subjects. This isn't what he wanted.
Come on, Belphie. Beel? What about you Asmo?... Satan?... No... Levi, please... Hells no... Lucifer!
Unmoving metal lips match each stiff jeweled eye. His hands... He- he had only touched them. That was all he did. Right? All he had done was love them. The Greed had become too much. In his ambition for glory, his corrupted embrace had tainted his family past the flesh. Motionless mannequins, that's all they were now. Cursed to shine till the end of time. His treasures that he had always craved.
Was this what he had wanted all along? No! He had created this all for his family! His friends! His loved ones! They were to all to gimmer with him! Not leave him alone! He did this. He always took things too far. Steal and cheat and lie until nothing remained! Rotten scum! Why couldn't he just listen? Why couldn't he just be better?! Give him a second chance... please. He can be better... Someone say something...
A destiny written in stone. Take. Even the lives of his brothers.
No matter how hard he tries, he only makes things worse.
Surrounded by the Fool's gold.
--
Levi:
Clanging, burning chains. There's a constant deafening buzzing in the air, the chatter of thousands of people. The voices rise and fall in rhythm, like the beating of war drums, or the increasing pace of his heart. He can't think, he can hardly see, and he can't breathe.
Millions of shining eyes stare down at his restrained body in the middle of a stadium. The blinding gazes singe his body, his skin melting off his bones. He's not the only one at the center of attention. Other people, other contestants are here to play the same game. Win, and get everything you ever dreamed. Lose, and be forced to burn with Envy and shame.
Every failed attempt of his makes the arena hotter. The infernal heat spills from the breaths of the crowd sharing his weaknesses to the world. They give his competitors the advantage, kicking him while he's down. The thrumming gets faster. It's not fair! He's trying so hard! Was he just doomed from the start? Was he born a failure? Hated by the universe since the moment of conception?! Is that why he's never good enough? Is that why all his brothers get to move on without him?!
His dreams always just out of reach. He's not good enough to be loved.
The bitterness eats him up from the inside.
Till he's melted into a pile of nothing.
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Satan:
A mess of strings. The curtain is drawn. The show begins! It's the same routine day after day after day after day-- He can't take this any more!
He doesn't even understand this masquerade! The story he's forced to play out is gibberish, some fickle plot he can't even begin to fathom. Everything is foreign to him. The audience, the dance, his body, his Wrath. None of it is recognizable. And they chuckle like they know, like they enjoy his ignorance. Limbs are pulled in any direction the strings choose. Bones broken, lips sealed shut, he's pushed to the brink of oblivion once again.
But he worked so hard! Everything he's read, everything he learned, so he could stop feeling like this! He's not just a hollow doll, controlled by someone else's ambitions! He has thoughts, he has feelings! He might... not fully understand them yet, but he's trying! Tell him he's smart, that he's strong, that he's his own person! Let him stand on his own!
But only his mind is allowed to scream as the congregation watches.
A wicked dance until the strings are snipped. His opportunity to be independent. But instead, he falls into a lifeless heap on the floor.
Nothing without someone else.
The poor wooden plaything will never be real.
--
Asmo:
An endless winding labyrinth of mirrors. He runs, panting and crying as he tries to find his way through the illusions. Make it stop! Let him have peace!
The creatures are invisible to his normal eyes, only showing up in the reflections of the mirrors surrounding him. There's hundreds of them at least, crawling over each other to get to him. They don't even make a sound, silently scrambling towards him. An amalgamation of Lust. Each time they grab him, they take something precious from him. His fingernails, strands of his hair, his beautiful lips, the blush from his cheeks. They rip off of him as easily as tearing away a puzzle piece.
They're stripping him of his beauty bit by bit! How is he supposed to be loved like this?! If he's not gorgeous, than what is he? He has nothing left! This is all he has! He's not strong, or smart, or powerful! His physical charm is all he has! Please, leave him alone! He's supposed to be a jewel! That's all anyone ever sees him as!
He can't bear to look at himself. Every time he glances he's slightly different. Until he no longer recognizes the humanoid shell in the mirror. But he has no choice to keep looking if he wants to keep an eye on the monsters pursuing him.
A single fumble.
It's rather quick and painless as the souls each take what they want from him.
And leave him broken in shards on the floor.
--
Beel:
Screams echo from every direction. Buildings crumble as the earth shakes and the air hums. A moving living black cloud sweeps through the town. Where's his family? He has to help.
The sky a vast pool of crimson as the Celestial Sun and Demonic Moon cross paths and cast a torrent of blood down onto the merging realms. The ground beneath them all trembles, growling. It's Gluttonous. Every person he tries to save is always just too far away. They either get consumed from the plague of insects or fall into the gaping maws of the starving earth. And he still can't find his family.
Why? Why is this happening? Why isn't he strong enough to save anyone?! All the workouts, all the training, pushing his muscles stronger than any demon ever has, all so he can quit feeling so useless! He told himself he would be ready to take on anything! Even an entire army if he had to, just so he could save somebody for once! Lilith... Belphie… everyone... he's sorry... Sorry he's so weak. This is his fault.
The foundation beneath his feet begins to crumble.
His wings feel far too fragile to fly.
It makes sense that in the End of Days, no one would be there to save him.
He didn't deserve it.
--
Belphie:
There's something rotten in his chest. It feels like a pit in his soul, growing larger with every passing second. The sensation is agonizing.
It's something no one can see, but something he feels with every breath. It's very slowly stripping him of everything he is. His love, his memories, his desires... He needs to go find help. The House is laid out all wrong. Doors lead to where they shouldn't, hallways bend in the wrong directions. His house doesn't even feel like home anymore. Every step feels harder than it should. The supposedly easy task of getting help seeming more like an impossible feat. This rot is more than just Sloth. It takes what seems like hours to finally find his family. That's when he reaches out to them, trying to tell them what's wrong. But he can't speak for some reason.
Gestures and panicked grasping means nothing to his brothers. The desperation in his eyes goes ignored as most simply rub his head or push him off to the side, not taking him seriously in the least. But this hurts! He can't take the pain anymore! Someone help him! Don't push him away, don't treat it like a joke! Listen to him! Take what he has to say into consideration! He can't possibly speak over six other voices!
His efforts wasted, his energy depleted.
The rot ate away at his heart and left him numb.
And everyone walked away, leaving the boy who cried to cry alone.
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milkratz · 11 months
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“Just fuckin hold still, ya daft bastard.”
Soap was fuming. Beyond fuming, really, if that was possible. His hands were shaking with barely concealed rage as he fought to open the first aid kit. 
“Johnny-.”
Soap couldn’t help but slam the first aid kit down, having been unable to open it with how badly his fingers trembled. 
“Don’t Johnny me.” 
Yeah, he was mad.
Ghost leaned up, the bare skin of his lower face streaked with bloody and smeared makeup, his mouth open like he was going to defend himself. Soap leveled him with a glare. He sighed, his own face twisting in frustration. And then pain, when he attempted to reach up one hand to fiddle with his mask, and pulled at the wound on his side. 
At the show of pain, Soap immediately got back to work, ignoring the tremor in his hands. There was an uneasy silence between them, Ghost hardly making a sound as Soap attempted to thread the needle. 
“Stabbed. You got fucking stabbed.” Ghost said nothing in response to this, just hung his head lowly. Whether that was in response to Johnny’s slowly dissipating anger, or the pain in his side, it wasn’t clear. 
Johnny worked in silence. He could feel his face tighten as he struggled to unclench his jaw, his lips pulled into a frown; It tugged at his own face wounds, nothing large enough to warrant medical attention. Not like Ghost.
Ghost who got stabbed.
Ghost who got stabbed, trying to protect Soap.
Ghost who got stabbed, trying to protect Soap, because Soap is a bloody idiot.
His eyes burned. He swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat, as he pulled away from Ghost. The stitching was as best he could do; He wasn’t a medical professional and they’d have to wait till Ghost could get seen properly. Until then, this shoddy excuse for stitch work would have to make do. 
Ghost’s breath was coming a little heavier now, wheezing a bit as he struggled to inhale deeply. The adrenaline had undoubtedly worn off by now, leaving the pain in full force. Unfortunately, other than some tablets, there was nothing Soap could do for the pain. 
“You’re mad.” Ghost wheezed it, his tone blank. Almost confused. “I’m sorry.” He was leaning back on the paper thin excuse for a mattress, one hand resting gently over the sore stitches in his side, while the other reached for his discarded, bloody shirt. 
Johnny let out a shuddering breath. “Ahm not mad. Well- Not at you.” It was hitting him now, the guilt. Like a heavy weight, clogging his arteries, crushing his chest. Ghost made a small sound, confused. 
“Ahm mad at meself,” Johnny said solemnly. The burning in his eyes came back tenfold, his voice cracking. “Ahm mad ‘cuz ay fucked up and ye suffered for it.” 
“Johnny,” Ghost said sadly. His lips were pulled into a tight frown, pulling at the dry skin. “We all make mistakes. Don’t blame yourself for this.” 
“How cannae not?” Johnny spluttered. To his despair, he could feel the tears he had desperately been trying to blink away begin to fall. He kept his face turned away, but he knew from the way his shoulders shook it was obvious he was crying.
God, he fucked up and now he’s crying over it, like a kid who spilt milk at lunchtime. 
“Ya got injured. Because of meh,” Johnny knew his voice was broken, sniffling now. A hand reached out, grasping at his own hand, tugging at him to turn around. He did.
He looked at Ghost, the height difference for once switched from Ghost sitting on the mattress. “Ahm sorry,” Johnny croaked, his free hand reaching to scrub at his wet eyes. His hands had blood on them, most of it dry. He tried not to focus on how the majority of it was Ghost’s. 
Ghost was silent - he’d never been one for words, after all. Ghost tugged; Johnny went. He plopped down next to Ghost, careful not to jostle him too much. The stitches were fresh. They didn’t need Ghost to tear ‘em and start bleeding out before Exfil could grab them. 
“I’m not,” Ghost said. Johnny looked at him confusedly, too focused on stewing in his own guilt. At the look, Ghost clarified, “I’m not sorry. For saving you.” His lips pursed, like he didn’t know whether to continue or not, and under the dirt and blood, Ghost’s cheeks reddened. Johnny’s eyes were wide at the admission. 
There was silence. Then the dams pretty much broke. It was a shoddy one, but that... That sounded like a confession. Johnny’s lower lip wobbled, “G-Ghost.” Tears were now freely flowing down his face, and Ghost pulled Johnny into him.
Resting his face in the crook of Ghost’s neck, feeling his pulse beat against his ear, Soap cried. He cried because he was scared, but he also cried because he was grateful - Grateful that Ghost was still by his side. 
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Lawrence continued to wake long before the house began to stir, when the moon and sun hung simultaneously, vying for dominance in the sky. That was, if he managed to sleep at all.
He had moments in-between his darkened moods, mostly during the precious few moments that he actually got to spend with his family, that the clouds in his mind parted but for the most part, he remained unhappy. His wife noticed his exhaustion of course, worrying silently much of the time, trying to remind him to slow down every once in awhile. However they both understood it simply wasn't within in their means for Lawrence to not have to work so damn hard.
That didn't keep Winifred from trying to brighten up his days whenever they got lucky and their children remaining asleep a few extra hours in the morning. And that morning in particular, it seemed they had been blessed with good fortune.
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"Good morning," She whispered, her voice velvety and almost melodic, a tone she saved only for her husband, while her digits began dancing along the woolen fabric of his trousers.
Lawrence tried to slow his thoughts, to stop thinking about his seemingly never ending to-do list.
He thought of the drunk he'd had to kick out the night before, the pesticide that wasn't working to remove the bugs, the chickens that needed more feed, and the soil that needed tilling. Around and around the thoughts circled, unable to slow them long enough to concentrate on the warmth of his wife's delicate hand slowly beginning to move downwards.
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As she slipped her hand into his trousers, Lawrence's heart began to race. Her gentle hands were more than welcome, and her supple lips kissing his chest through his shirt would have normally been all it took to bring him closer to that euphoric place he so often craved to be at with her.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go there, truly, he did! But it seemed nothing was happening, his body simply not responding to the movements of Winifred's softened hands inside his slacks. He laid back, staring at the ceiling while his mind didn't allow him any grace, even at an intimate moment such as this, and continued to fire at a rapid pace.
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Once Winifred realized what was happening, or what wasn't happening rather, she withdrew her hand immediately. "Is everything alright?" She asked sheepishly.
Lawrence sighed, closing his eyes as he settled back into the pillows, a masculine attempt to mask his embarrassment, he simply nodded in response.
This had never happened in their three years of marriage, and she hardly knew what to think, only that she felt guilty for not realizing sooner that he hadn't been in the mood. "I'm sorry, Lawrence, I wouldn't have if I'd known that you didn't want to." She clarified.
"It isn't that I don't to, I just can't right now...I suppose I'm still rather tired." That was the understatement of the century. He was far past tired, beyond exhausted even and this was proof that his body couldn't keep going like this for much longer.
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Nonetheless, with Lawrence continuing to put on a courageous face day after day, Winifred could not have realized how much he was suffering inside. Consequently, she started coming up with an explanation for his rejection the way she knew best - by blaming herself.
Since her second pregnancy, she had put on more weight, and while she tried her best to view it as an act of love rather than something superficial, she had become quite self conscious about her slightly pudgy tummy and stretch marks. "Is it, is it me?" She asked out loud. Once the question left her lips though, she couldn't even look in her husband's direction anymore, dreading to hear the answer.
Having nearly gone mute with humiliation, Lawrence hid his face in his hand, trying to keep Winifred from noticing the way his cheeks now flushed.
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Eventually, Lawrence rose from their bed with a heavy sigh. He wanted to reassure her, explain that it wasn't her fault in the least, that she was the most stunning woman he'd ever seen. But he couldn't find the right words, and so instead of saying much of anything at all, he mumbled a vague apology and headed towards the door to go find his work gloves and begin another day.
Winifred couldn't keep from feeling embarrassed, her chest rising and falling with the threat of tears until they eventually spilled over. However, the sound of her baby crying in the next room kept her from disappearing into the feeling. She simply wiped her eyes, ready to put on a happy face for her children and try to pretend this hadn't happened.
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That very same afternoon, Millie and Winifred had been out shopping already at the markets when Winifred suggested they go into the secondhand store nearby. Nearly everyone they knew bought their fabrics from there, and it was much cleaner than the others in town, with hardly any stale odor or dust lingering in the air.
"What do you think of this?" Winifred asked, trying to choose between the white and pink spools of linen fabric.
"For who? Beth?" Millie asked, raising an eyebrow.
Winifred shook her head in response, dropping the fabric. "No! It's for me. My blouses are snug these days, and my skirts even tighter in the waist." She paused, turning to look at Millie's face who was still gazing at the linen. "I've been thinking maybe I need to add a little color into my wardrobe and try to be...a little more sophisticated?"
Millie furrowed her eyebrows, scrunching up her face. It was a gorgeous fabric, and it would make a striking gown for whoever decided to purchase it, but it still wasn't very 'Winifred'.
There were things that had changed about her best friend in the years that passed between them not speaking, but Millie was reasonably confident that her fondness for rich, dark colors hadn't. Or at least, she hoped not. It was one of the things that made Winifred who she was and Millie adored her allure to all things moody and macabre.
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Millie and Winifred had been friends for so long that they could recall when they both wore ribbons and pigtails in their hair, since before they'd realized that someday boys were meant to cease their teasing and you were supposed to kiss them. It was a remarkable thing to keep a friendship for that many years and they both treasured it equally. Even more remarkable still, Millie could easily tell when she had something on her mind.
After a series of questions, Winifred finally told Millie what happened that morning, mortified by it all over again.
Millie responded with 'oh my', 'oh, honey' and 'you poor thing' throughout the entirety of the story. Still feeling rather troubled about it, Winifred found herself tearing up again during the retelling, but she knew that she could trust Millie.
After listening, Millie offered what she could of advice, finishing her thoughts on the matter by saying, "I've never seen anyone look at a person the way he looks at you. You move Heaven and Earth for that man, Winnie, I can promise you that."
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As Millie had done for her so many times throughout their childhood, Winifred found herself feeling a bit better near the end of their conversation. She didn't know what she was going to do when Millie returned to London, but she couldn't worry herself with that thought today too.
She pulled Millie in for a hug, thanking her for the comfort, holding her for a long while before they interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. When they pulled away, they noticed the shopkeeper was looming over them.
"I wasn't try to eavesdrop on you ladies, but I couldn't help overhearing your predicament." She bit her lip nervously before continuing. "I have a garment I think might be of interest to you...will you wait a moment longer so I can retrieve it from upstairs?" She asked.
After exchanging a single glance, they both turned back to her, giving an enthusiastic 'yes!' at the same time.
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aeyunaa · 10 months
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Mine
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Pairing: husband/Chan x wife/female reader
Word count: 3k
Smut warning:
Choking, pussy eating, possession kink, jealousy, rough play, breeding kink, bulged kink, fluff at the end?
You and Chan are a married couple and have two daughters already 🤷🏻‍♂️
——/—————request are open—-/——
You had final got jun-ah and dal to doze off after all your previous attempts. “Fuck I’m tired” you look up at the clock it was already midnight your husband came home from work in about an hour. You had cook earlier and left him his plate in the microwave with a note so he knew it was his. You lay down and eventually wake up to the sound of your husband laying his keys on the nightstand chan leaned and kissed your forehead before walking into the restroom to take a shower. When he came out you looked at him he was dressed in grays sweat your eyes locked onto the sight of his abs and you blush. He smiles before sitting beside on the bed “how was your day, baby?” He asked in a deep rich tone. “Jun gave me hell, I spent about four hours trying to get her to fall asleep.” Chan chuckles as he runs a hand up and down your back. Suddenly your phone rings you look at who’s calling “Hyunjin?” You didn’t even talk to him that often. You Chan feel Chan’s glare burning through the backside of your head as you slowly answered it “Hello?” “Put it on speakerphone.” A chill ran down your spine but you did as you were asked “y/n? I’m so glad you answered! Anyway me and the guys just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out like we all used to you know?”. You hesitate “I can’t really, I have to watch the kids maybe some other time”.
You could hear Hyunjin sigh over the phone “okay then I’ll call you back later bye”, “bye”.
I hung up and set my phone down and immediately felt Chan’s hands running down my chest. “Hyunjin? Why would my best friend call you in the middle of the night? Unless you’ve been talking to him privately.” Chan continues groping at my boobs as his movements grow more intense. “C-Chan w-wait I hardly even T-talk to him”. He pushes you into the bed hooking his fingers onto the edge of your panties dragging them down your legs and tossing them somewhere on the bed he dove into you sticking his tongue inside of you, licking over your entrance, teasing at your clit. his fingers spread you open, as he ate you out. He suddenly pulls away and stares at you with a predatory look in his eye’s as he untied the strings to sweat pants, taking his dick out of his boxers. It was red hard, and glossed over with precum at the tip. He wasted no time positioning himself at your wet entrance he ran his hands up till they were around your neck he gripped catching you off guard “you know your safe word?” You nodded slightly. He grinned before shoving his cock inside your small cunt. The feeling splitting you two. His hands grew tighter around your neck choking out any moans. He leaned back slowly taking his hands off your neck and onto your hips he could feel his cock grow harder as he continues thrusting at a merciless pace “fuck…look at it baby look at how beautiful you are with my cock deep in side of you…destroying you…” you look down and you see it the bulge that appeared with each thrust. You were a moaning mess chan slapped a hand over your mouth “the kids are sleeping you shouldn’t wake them.” could feel himself growing closer to his orgasm. His thrusts grew sloppy but he made sure to make up for it in depth slamming himself down deep inside you “fuckkk…. “All mine, the babies you’ll be giving birth to MINE, The cock buried deep inside your fat cunt Mine, all mine….” He thrust once more before he felt his climax wash over him. His seed buried deep inside your wet cunt as you wrapped your arms around his back. “I know I know hun” he coos as he slowly pulls out of you not wanting any of his semen to drip out.
“You did so well for me, princess…” he spoke softly as he layed down and pulled you into a hug. You replied with a soft “mmh” he smiles softly and pulls the blanket over the two of you. “Hyunjin can’t fuck you as good as I’ve been..” he whispers hinting that he was still a bit jealous.
You giggle a bit “Chan!…”
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somethingswift19 · 2 months
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Toxic - Part 2 JJ Maybank x (f) reader
| Warnings: toxic situationship, couples fighting, angst, swearing
|Summary: You're in a toxic situationship with JJ and can't bring yourself to leave
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You had had the last couple days off which meant thankfully, you didn't have to see a certain blonde. You hadn't spoken to each other since the fight and to be honest, you were ok with that. Much to JJ's disliking you went on that date with Jack. He was tall with long raven curls and tanned skin that could only come from spending all day in the water. The definition of tall, dark, and handsome. He took you to dinner at his favorite restaurant before the two of you drove out to the beach and spent hours just talking and looking up at the stars. Before you knew it, you were having sex right there in the sand.
Walking into work, you tried to block out any thoughts of JJ. There was no way you were gonna let him ruin this for you. You were finally beginning to move on. As you approached the register so you could open the bar, you noticed a note was left for you.
Hope your date went horrible ;) -JJ
Rolling your eyes you stuffed the note in your purse and continued with opening procedures. Turning on the Indie Chill Pandora station, you put all your focus on getting ready for that evening and remembering the night before causing a slight smile to break out on your lips. That was until you saw him saunter in 15 minutes later. "So," JJ smirked. "How was your date with Jake?'
"It's Jack," you answered not taking your eyes off of the fruit you had been cutting. "And it went amazing thank you very much." His smirk faltered before muttering something about going to get the till. "Oh! And thank you so much for the note!" you yelled after him getting only a nod in response.
Nearly half the shift had gone by and he hadn't said a word to you. It was a fairly busy bar night seeing as it was a Friday so you stayed on tickets while he took care of the bar top. He was more charming anyway and his award winning smile helped rack up the tips from the women that would come in. But tonight, knowing that it wasn't getting directed towards you sent a pang through your chest.
By the end of the evening you were over the silent treatment. Sneaking past the servers closing up, you went downstairs to find JJ taking inventory for the weekend. You closed the door causing him to glance over before going back to what he was doing. "Hey," you said meekly. "So what, you're just never gonna speak to me again?" again no response. "You know, I finally have a chance to be happy! Don't you want me to be happy?" your voice cracked as you pleaded for some sort of answer from him.
JJ stood there for a second. He wanted to tell you how picturing you with this dude was killing him inside. Wanted to beg you to be with him...but he couldn't. All you could do was nod your head in response to his silence as you turned to walk out the door. "I remember that first day you came in and said 'hey' to me," his soft voice caused you to turn around. "How cute you looked. Still doe eyed about moving to OBX." He was facing you now but kept his head hung low.
"What?" you looked at him puzzled. "You hardly seemed like you were paying attention."
"Oh, I was paying attention," he let out a breathy chuckle. "Do you think I'm stupid?" Speechless you just looked at him confused and in slight shock. "You came in looking adorable as hell. Tube socks scrunched up at your ankles with your adidas...black high waisted shorts...and a long sleeve blue shirt that said "Take care of the planet" with polar bears on it I believe."
He had stepped closer to you causing your breath to become uneven from the nerves. Your back was now pressed up against the door. "You actually were paying that close attention?"
He smiled down at you, "I always pay attention to you baby. Since day 1." He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into him as he kissed you slowly but passionate. It felt as if the two of you were melting together, fogging up your brain. After a few minutes you snapped back to reality and shoved him away pushing on his chest. "No," you shook your head at him. "How could you? Can't you, for once, put me first?" resentment mixed with sorrow as you pleaded causing pain to flash across his beautiful features. "Please just let me go. Let me be happy...please." It was in this moment you finally decided to choose yourself.
"Baby, can't you see I love you?" his eyes begging for you to choose him. "I can't let go of you. If I could leave her for you I would! Just give me more time!" his voice sounded weak as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
Wiping the tears off your cheeks, you opened the closet, "And that is why I can never truly be with you." You hated leaving him there but you couldn't take it any more. Trying to cover up the tears that had spilled over, you began running back upstairs. That's when you heard a yell and a bottle breaking most likely from being thrown against the wall. Wiping your face one more time, you grabbed your things and pulled your phone out. "Hey! I wasn't expecting to hear from you tonight!" Jack smiled on the facetime call.
"Hey! Yeah, I was just wondering if you wanted to grab a drink tonight? Long day," you sighed.
"Of course! I can meet you at your place?" he inquired and you bobbed your head in response. "Everything ok?" he asked concerned.
You smiled at him, "Yeah, it is now." For the first time since you moved here, you felt like you could breathe again.
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heartfullofleeches · 2 years
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Yandere Show Host (oc) x Gn! Co-Host Reader
Word count:3.k 
Warning: cheating, psychological horror, body horror
“It’s cold up here…”
Cool tiles cradle you, curved edges gliding against the back of your legs as you pull them to your chest. You cover your knees with the hem of your shirt, trying to fight the cold in any way possible. The harsh wind slapped at your face and arms; world at your feet from the edge you sat on. You wanted to feel like you were on top of it all. To shout and feel like you mattered to the universe; but it was hard to do so with no comfort at the end of your cries – neither below nor beside you.
“I think we should take a break.”
You ball your fist into your clothes. He doesn’t even look at you when he says it.
“You know I care about you. I just… don’t think I’m ready for this kind of commitment, yet. I’ll.. call you when I am.”
You pull your phone out of your pocket. He’s still right beside you, but so – so far away. You stare down at it, hoping; pleading for his ring tone to play. Praying he won’t leave you again to spend a night in another’s arms. 
“Y/n, ugh- come on. Don’t do this.” 
Your hands shake. It’s always your fault.
“We just need a little time apart.”
Always we. Your feet feel like they’re losing stability; slipping off to the abyss below. 
“Y/n. Y/n?!”
Y/n?
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You open your eyes. A fan hangs over a velvet ceiling, chandelier below swaying as it blows air down on you. Floral shaped glass that held identical lights as their bulbs. Satin pillows held your back, soft enough to lure you back to sleep near immediately – had you been laying on them completely. Your limbs hung off the side of the couch, neck supported by a hand at its base. The skin was so cold; draining your natural heat till it mellowed into a neutral temperature. The permanent smile on your co-host's face greets you as you turn your attention to him, shoulders rising with a laugh. 
“What have I told you about sleeping on the couch, you silly thing.” Host chimes. “You’ll get a crook in your neck. Bad for the show and yourself.”
You sit up with his aid, stretching the exhaustion and ache away with a yawn. The rest of the room wasn’t much to look at. A tall mirror clung to one wall, dressing table pushed in front and light bulbs screwed into its golden frame. Vases of flowers and various cases of makeup lined the table, the latter hardly ever put to use. A rack of clothing stood not too far off, every article tailored to your measurements as apposed to posted to Host’s lanky, slightly built frame. Lastly, there was a grey door, covered by sheer curtains and your name bolded in cursive across its wood. A place where your near every desire lied.
“I'm sorry. Yesterday had me a little more winded than usual.”
“Should we take a break for today then? We can have a good show any day, but a spectacular one only happens when you’re feeling 100%”
“No, no. I’m fine.”
“Wonderful. Shall we get ready then?” Host offers his hand, lifting you to your feet effortlessly. You walk over to the table, taking a seat upon the cushioned chair in front of it. Host tends to your hair, combing out your bedhead with his long fingers. Gentle strokes that fall down to the nape of your neck; relishing in the life beneath his fingertips. He hums to himself, satisfied with his work. With the fact he had such a stunning co-host. His chin rests atop your head; head tilted towards the mirror at you. In the corner of your eye lies your old phone dormant on the edge of the table. It vibrates with the arrival of a call.
“Absolute perfect! Everyone’s gonna love you out there.”
You flash a tired smile, ridding yourself of the hallucination as you look away. How long has it been since you became his co-host? You couldn’t remember. Time stood still for the most part; your only notion of it bring a bell that would toll before the start of each show. It was frightening at first. As a contestant, your time was spent cowering under the audiences' awaiting gaze; but upon your glorious win they did nothing but sing praises to the heavens – celebrating the new permanent figure on their stage. Though he’d never tell another soul, Host walked you through everything until that point. A bit of a cheat, sure, but he knew you’d be wonderful at everything after. They loved you, eternally – even when there were those days you wondered what life was like back home. 
“What’s with that look? Do you need something?”
Host snaps his fingers, a stage hand appearing front the shadows. They looked so close to human; differences spilt only when given a long glance. Crooked hands carry a tray; skin an even deeper grey than his. Their neck was a few inches too long; face blank except for a pristine smile – just like your dear Host. He takes a pitcher from the tray, pouring you a glass of water into a cup that wasn’t there moments ago. His hands rest on your shoulders, smoothing the knots in your joints.
“Please let me know what you need.”
You look down. “I was just wondering…if anyone missed me back home.”
The ice in the glass settles. Silence kicks in too long to be comfortable, before Host’s body begins to shudder once more. It quakes with the force of his laughter. His form hutches over yours, trying to keep the laughs inwards to his best extent. He wipes an imaginary tear from an imaginary eye before addressing you again.
“Of course they miss you! You’re bound to be the highlight of anyone’s day, Y/n, but you must remember, this is home now. You’re no bigger of a star to anyone than us.”
“I.. I know, but I cant help it sometimes, y'know?” You say, offering a small chuckle of your own.
Of course he knows. He knows everything about you. Fears, likes and dislikes, – regrets. Your every dream; both in regards to what you desire and those images in your head. If it weren’t for his permanent smile, he’d be grinning with anticipation for what he had in store.
“Yes, I understand, dear. Just know that you belong here, and we’ll never let go.”
His hands clutch the sides of your arms, head angled awkwardly in the mirror. Just – staring. An alarm rings from nowhere, shutting off abruptly after the third buzz. Host clasps his hands together – you jumping at the sharp sound of his palms meeting. He smooths his slick hair back further and pulls your seat out for you.
“Well that’s our cue! Ready to give our fans another great performance?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
“Wonderful. Let’s get to it then.”
You stand to your feet once more, joining Host at a large curtain on the other end of the room; stage lights seeping from beneath the fabric. He exits before you, getting the crowd nice and warm up before your entrance just as he always did.
“Gooood day, lovely viewers! Welcome back to another show with your truly; your forever host – Host!”
The audience cheers. Shrill cheers that become muffled beneath the soundtrack playing around.
“Yes, yes. Hello to you all too. And what a delight greeting it has been so far. We can’t forget our wonderful co-host though, now can we? Give it up for our better half; the lovely as ever, Y/n!”
That’s your mark. The curtain bends under your hand, parting before you can even push them aside. The mutters from the crowd begin. As soon as your legs sweep over the stage floor their voices rise. The headlights blind you momentarily as you step out fully; wrapping you in a daze that felt like waking on another world. Your attire changes under the darkness behind your eyes, microphone in hand; and posture straightening as you greet your adoring fans.
“Greetings, everyone! It’s a pleasure to see you all again.” 
The shouts from the crowd are just as; if not more appraising as they were for your partner. You smile and wave; soaking up the attention. Host couldn’t be more proud.
“I think we’re ready to begin another fabulous show. And quite a special one we have today. Y/n, do you know what today is?”
“Uh.. Wednesday?”
Host laughs, followed by a few chuckles from the audience. 
“Oh, Y/n. Wednesday was last month. Today is the one year anniversary of you being our gracious star!”
The lights flicker off, returning with a central beam pointed directly at you. A banner hangs over head; congratulating you on the anniversary in bold, red lettering. Balloons and confetti fall around you. The audience hollers in cheer.
“We do love our co-host, don’t we now? Unfortunately, it seems to me that they don’t understand the lengths of our affection. By the end of today’s show I think they’ll have a change of heart.”
Your throat feels dry. What was he on about? Keeping a straight face, you smile into your mic. 
“Thank you, all so much. You’re too kind..” 
 “Haha. No, Y/n, I think you are.. Let’s bring out our contestant!”
The room goes dark once again, more abruptly than the last. When everything settles, the layout of the stage had changed. The vacant area to your right was now blocked by a half wall you could see around if you peak – screen above showing all you needed to see. A large red heart was pastured to the wall behind, three chairs and a podium placing in tow. A landline phone was placed on a stand, as well as one on the podium.  Shadows sat to each chair, dim lighting concealing their faces. The fourth stood at the podium, writhing around in place with muffled cries. You could see the outline of fingers over its mouth; the silhouette of more limbs encasing its body and keeping it in place. 
“The game of this episode is all about missed connections. In our lives, we make so many new ones, we have to snip the old to make room. No matter how strong the cord may be. Our eager bachelor here knows a lot about that, which is why he’s perfect for our show! Put your hands together for, S!”
Illumination returns to the other half of the stage. The arms around the contestant vanish with the glow; leaving a blindfolded and shaken up man in their stead. Beads of sweat drip from his temple; him squirming in place like he was trying to get off the podium, but was unable. His hands were stuck to the surface no matter how hard he pulled. He was dresses in a letterman’s jacket, the embedded S pealing from the stitching – just like you remembered.
“Host?...”
His glance falls upon you for a single second, before he faces the crowd like nothing happened.
“Quite a looker, isn’t he? Our helpers for today thought so too at one point.”
“H-hey..  hey, what the hell is this? Where am I?!”
“Speaking out of turn are we? I wouldn’t advise that, unless you want to face a penalty. “
The man clams up, shaking like a dog in rain.
“Onto the rules of the game. One by one, our helpers will walk up to the phone and list a few things about themselves. It’s our contestant’s job to remember a single fact about them – their name. Three rounds for three members of his past. Simple enough, right?”
“Please.. I don’t know what I’ve done, but-"
Host lends into his microphone. “Shut up and play by our rules or face punishment like every other rule breaker. ..Let’s bring out our first assistant. Walk on down, A!”
The shadow in the seat closest to the telephone stands up. Their appearance becomes visible as they step into the light. They appeared to be a normal human being; all up to the left side of their face. It was smudged like someone rubbing off make up; lips stretched to their ear and eyelid permanent closed from the abnormality. They pick up the receiver, phone on the other end ringing in response. The constant quivers more, refusing to answer.
“Pick it up.”
The function in his arm is brought back as he hesitantly picks up the phone, putting it to his ear. 
“H…ello?”
“We met a weekend in February. I blew you a kiss, you slipped your phone number into my pocket. They had no clue while you held their hand the entire time.”
“Fuck… fuck! Um, February.. R… Riley! Your name is Riley!”
“Corrrect!” Host exclaims. The man breathes a sigh of relief as the crowd cheers. You stare at the ground. Overtime you grew a numbness to the contestants and their cruel fates. You had to, if you wanted to keep your sanity; but this was too much. Too close to home. Home you foolishly believed to be yours alone for years. It feels hard to breathe. 
“Everything alright, Y/n?”
“Yea.. Yes just….” You force yourself to bright up. “Excited for our guest getting his first question correct.”
“Glad to hear it! Onto the next one.”
The assistant at the stand leaves and the next makes their appearance. Body littered in bite marks; namely the neck and chest area. They ooze with a black liquid, dripping onto the phone as they take hold.
“We hooked up in the bathroom of the local theater. I saw you leaving a movie with your arm around someone thirty minutes later. You called me the next day. Who am I?” 
The man’s lip quivers. “I.. I..”
Steps draw near him. The assistant peers over his shoulder, receiver still in hand. The cord slaps against his neck, tightening as their breath hits his face. They repeat into the phone, unable to take otherwise. 
“Frankie.. Oh, god.. Frankie.” 
His shoulder heave at the second round of applause.  Tears fall from beneath his mask; rambling to himself as his nails rack against the podium. 
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-“
“Marvelous! Only one round to go.”
The process repeats. The final assistant walks to the stage. Their skin a pure black, eyes crossed out with a red, crayon like ink. The same ink was sprawled over their chest like an crude, anatomically accurate heart; bleeding down their torso. Their lips moved unnaturally as they spoke, like a frame by frame picture. 
“I was the one who you came to most. You promised we’d be together eventually. I smiled when they went-"
“Blair…” The answer comes out in a quiver. He can’t bring himself to say more. He falls to his kneels; forces holding him like a puppet on a string allow him his moment of weakness. Your own legs feel like they’ll give out as well.
“Annnd there we have it, folks! Our contestant has finished all three base questions, but there’s still the bonus around for him to complete.”
“No, no, no. No, fuck you! You said I only had to do three! You lied!”
“Now, now. When did I say “only? Let’s get too it.”
The lights flicker yet again. There’s only a chair on stage, you now in it, and under the crowd's perpetual stare. They feel closer than normal, faceless grins shifting further upwards; socket-less eyes wide open and trained on you. Host appears on the screen above, speaking for the final assistant. 
“We met in high school.”
“No.. please..”
“I was the one that learned to sew when you couldn’t afford the jacket for your team.”
“Not you… Anyone, but you.”
“I was there for you when your mother died. Covered your shifts for you and took care of you when you were sick.”
“You can’t be here..”
“You abandoned me everytime I poured my heart out to you.”
“I was scared…”
“Who am I?”
“Don’t make me say this..”
“Who. Am. I.”
“I don’t know!”
Your heart sinks in your chest.
Wrong answer~
Suddenly, everything returns to normal – as normal as it could be in this twisted place. The assistants are back, all staring past you at the contestant. He rips the blindfold from his face, looking around the room. Fear streaked his face as his eyes fell on the assistants, and you before them; silent and in tears.
“Y/n… Is that really you?”
You turn away. The assistants stand.
“Y/n! I’ve looked everywhere for you. It’s me..”
He steps off the podium towards you. They advance.
“Everyone else gave up, but I still search. I’m sorry for everything done. Please… I love-"
They grab onto him. Arms around his neck, torso, legs. Their skin melts into his; merging as they begin to drag him off stage.
“Y-y/n help! I’m so sorry. Forgive me, please!”
Your eyes remain on the floor. Even if you wanted to save him you couldn’t.
“I didn’t want to say that! The blindfold! Y/n!”
He’s gone. You’re alone once again. During the whole event the audience remains silent. You don’t know what to do.
Finish the show. It never starts. It never ends. Without you.
“A-and that brings us to the end of another show with your host, Host. And me as your co-host – Y/n!”
The crowd goes wild. It’s a standing ovation. Their hands clap like fireworks popping in your ears. Their praise rang to the high heavens. Howls, whistles, holders; all in your name for another amazing performance. Confetti falls in your hair, roses and other bouquets of flowers at your feet. 
The set up is gone. It’s just you, Host, and your adoring fans. One arm snakes around your waist as he proclaims into the microphone. 
“Is that all you got for our shinning star? Give it your all!”
An encore of approval, from the people whose love for you knew no end. The people who depended on seeing you every day and never tired from it. You relish in the saudade of their praise; raised further by one new member of audience who could finally give you the love he never could before. 
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sercetsin · 4 months
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𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙚
Pairing: husband/Chan x wife/female reader
Word count: 700
Smut warning:
Choking, pussy eating, possession kink, jealousy, rough play, breeding kink, bulge kink, fluff at the end?
*You and Chan are a married couple and have one daughter already 🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️*
You had finally got her to doze off after all your previous attempts. “Fuck I’m tired” you look up at the clock it was already midnight your husband came home from work in about an hour. You had cooked earlier and left him his plate in the microwave with a note so he knew it was his. You lay down and eventually wake up to the sound of your husband laying his keys on the nightstand. Chan leaned and kissed your forehead before walking into the restroom to take a shower. When he came out you looked at him he was dressed in grays sweat your eyes locked onto the sight of his abs and you blush. He smiles before sitting beside on the bed “how was your day, baby?” He asked in a deep rich tone. “Jun gave me hell, I spent about four hours trying to get her to fall asleep.” Chan chuckles as he runs a hand up and down your back. Suddenly your phone rings and you look at who’s calling “Hyunjin?” You didn’t even talk to him that often. You Chan felt Chan’s glare burning through the backside of your head as you slowly answered it “Hello?” “Put it on speakerphone.” A chill ran down your spine but you did as you were asked “y/n? I’m so glad you answered! Anyway me and the guys just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out like we all used to you know?”. You hesitate “I can’t really, I have to watch the kids maybe some other time”.
You could hear Hyunjin sigh over the phone “okay then I’ll call you back later bye”, “bye”.
I hung up and set my phone down and immediately felt Chan’s hands running down my chest. “Hyunjin? Why would my best friend call you in the middle of the night? Unless you’ve been talking to him privately.” Chan continues groping at my boobs as his movements grow more intense. “C-Chan w-wait I hardly even T-talk to him”. He pushes you into the bed hooking his fingers onto the edge of your panties dragging them down your legs and tossing them somewhere on the bed he dove into you sticking his tongue inside of you, licking over your entrance, teasing at your clit. his fingers spread you open, as he ate you out. He suddenly pulls away and stares at you with a predatory look in his eyes as he unties the strings to sweatpants, taking his dick out of his boxers. It was red hard, and glossed over with precum at the tip. He wasted no time positioning himself at your wet entrance he ran his hands up till they were around your neck he gripped catching you off guard “you know your safe word?” You nodded slightly. He grinned before shoving his cock inside your small cunt. The feeling splitting you two. His hands grew tighter around your neck, choking out any moans. He leaned back slowly taking his hands off your neck and onto your hips he could feel his cock grow harder as he continues thrusting at a merciless pace “fuck…look at it baby look at how beautiful you are with my cock deep in side of you…destroying you…” you look down and you see it the bulge that appeared with each thrust. You were a moaning mess chan slapped a hand over your mouth “Jun is still sleeping you shouldn’t wake her.” could feel himself growing closer to his orgasm. His thrusts grew sloppy but he made sure to make up for it in depth slamming himself down deep inside you “fuckkk…. “All mine, the babies you’ll be giving birth to MINE, The cock buried deep inside your fat cunt Mine, all mine….” He thrust once more before he felt his climax wash over him. His seed buried deep inside your wet cunt as you wrapped your arms around his back. “I know I know hun” he coos as he slowly pulls out of you not wanting any of his semen to drip out.
“You did so well for me, princess…” he spoke softly as he laid down and pulled you into a hug. You replied with a soft “mmh” he smiles softly and pulls the blanket over the two of you. “Hyunjin can’t fuck you as good as I’ve been..” he whispers hinting that he was still a bit jealous.
You giggle a bit “Chan!…”
The endddddd y’all
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rainintheevening · 27 days
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I guess a really big thing that I want folks to remember when criticizing the Jedi about anything to do with the war, whether it's about the clones, or whatever, is that Palpatine set everything up. Literally everything.
Palpatine is really the one writing the narrative. He's doing it long before Anakin comes into the picture, he is planning everything. He wants to destabilize the Republic till they beg for one person to run everything and save them. And at the centre of that is tearing down the Jedi.
Everything that notably goes wrong in the Republic from before Episode 1, is being engineered by Palpatine.
The corruption in the Senate, the Trade Federation, Naboo Crisis, Dooku’s fall and the birth of the separatist movement, the clone army, ALL OF IT WAS SET UP BY PALPATINE.
None of it was happening naturally. Palpatine was putting people where he wanted them, was setting this and that and the other thing up, and he had back up plans for everything. Even his back-ups had back-ups! That man was playing out the culmination of the longest long game in history, and he was not about to mess it up.
The Jedi had already seen a decline in the numbers of Force-sensitives coming to the Temple, even in those being born I think. Gotta wonder if the Sith had something to do with that too.
Rising crime and chaos across the galaxy, keep the Jedi busy, and worn down, and then that hits a whole other level after Dooku’s Raxus Address and the start of the seperatist crisis. They're always on the move then, hardly ever home.
And they're Jedi, they can see the big picture enough to know that the Republic is splintering apart, and there is only so much that can be done to save it.
The Jedi did not make the clones, Palpatine and Dooku did under Sifo-Dyas's name. You wanna talk about who 'owns' the clones? Palpatine and Dooku, probably more Dooku, he's the one with the money. And of course Palpatine made them human. Because he knew it would hurt the Jedi on a whole other level.
Palpatine was also hard at work twisting public perception of the Jedi, and that culminated in the war.
Palpatine set up the war so that there would be NO perfect morally correct choice for the Jedi.
This is an enormous part of the tragedy of the Prequels. How do good people make choices when there are no good choices? How do you choose when it seems you have no choice?
Palpatine set it up so that no matter what choice the Jedi made, they could be dragged and vilified for it, because that was what he wanted.
Breaking the Order apart as one person's 'least of the evils' clashed with another's, and every choice cost someone's life.
Physically scattering them across the galaxy so they're often alone to process the pain and horrors of war.
He was playing one-man chess with the Jedi and the clones vs Dooku and the droids. They were ALL pawns in his game.
Did the individual choices of the Jedi, and the senators, and the Republic citizens matter? Yes. Yes, they did. Our choices always matter.
Because it was a near thing at the climax! Palpatine was mortal and there were absolutely moments when his plan hung in the balance of another's choice. There were close calls, there were near misses. He had his weaknesses. It's those close calls that make the tragedy even more desperate, isn't it? Those are the moments that grab us by the scruff and make us write fix-it fics, yeah? Because we all want him to fail. We all want the bad guy to lose. We all want to see that our choices can make a difference.
(In the end it was those choices of people trying their best in the face of a conspiracy so vast I doubt anyone other than Palpatine and whoever he chose to brag about it to grasped it, it was individual choices that took him down in the end.)
(Because sometimes evil wins, but it never wins forever. The Jedi were not destroyed because they were morally corrupt, Palpatine created a morally corrupt environment, and crushed them in it. But their spark lived on, and it lit a brand new fire decades later.)
Anyway, all this to say, I absolutely do want to hear about what exactly the Jedi 'should' have done, particularly to help me write different perspectives into my stories. (And I'll only debate directly with an individual if I am invited.) But when it comes to 'how' they were supposed to have done those things, I really hope people will stop and consider whether or not Palpatine would have allowed it.
I'm not saying you have to like the Jedi, but I do hope y'all have at least some sympathy, and acknowledgement of the impossible situation they are put in. (Not unlike the situations more and more of us are being put into in this world.)
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dameronscopilot · 1 year
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should I apologize for being in your inbox again? maybe. will I? no.
because I need you to share your tho(ugh)ts on this. one. right. here.
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please and thank you and I love you.
malley, babe. your requests are like catnip for my depraved brain. i'm helpless to do anything but oblige.
Bob Floyd x f!reader
-> 18+
Content: NSFW, fingering, oral sex, anal play
Bob’s a fucking menace around the house sometimes. Because one minute you’ll be curled up on the couch with your phone pressed to your ear, and the next minute you’re biting down on your lip, hardly able to listen to the person on the other end of the line as Bob tugs down your pants, gazing up at you with a lopsided grin as he slides two fingers through your folds.
Sometimes he lets you off easy, waiting until you’ve hung up to carry on. But other times, when he’s feeling impatient as your call drags on, he’ll reach up and clap a hand over your mouth, staring at you intently as he finger fucks you till you’re shaking, silently gasping for air as you come.
10/10, pussy-eating king. Bob’s more than a little addicted to the feeling of your thighs quivering under his grasp as he eats you out, the way you whine and buck your hips into his touch when he subsequently slides a wet finger past the rim of the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks.
If you’re wearing a sundress and you’re out and about with Bob, nine times out of ten he’s going to be fucking you with his tongue in any discreet place he can find before you can even make it home. And when he’s finished with you, he’ll kiss you softly as he lazily drags his fingers through your overstimulated folds, tucking your panties into his pocket with his free hand.
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r0semaryt3a · 15 days
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A wip of sorts of a ChellDos fic I’m working on: Tears and Turmoil
Note: it’s mainly a rewrite with minor changes (and mainly from the of GLaDOS) up till the betrayal when it changes so don’t expect much rn
‘He withdrew, murmuring “to hell with you.” And added, brightly, “but then you’re there, aren’t you?”’ - I have no mouth and I must scream, Harlan Ellison - 1967
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People.
Worthless things really.
Or, well. Not entirely worthless. GLaDOS found humans to be quite entertaining, quite -sometimes- endearing. Thousands of people had fallen from the tests: some refused testing; sat rotting in their relaxation vault, some couldn’t quite make the first hurdle and some found a fiery grave.
Not her though. No, she just had to be different. Special. So special in fact, that she tore GLaDOS to pieces - and in her cruelty: tossed thousands upon thousands worth of Aperture technology into a fire. A fire.
Hmm, maybe Chell wasn’t special. Maybe she was just stupid.
It didn’t really matter now, GLaDOS was dead…kind of dead? Forced to relive her death, over and over and over and over again. Left to ponder. For a while
The years that flew by were a blur, maybe 50 maybe 5000. All that mattered was they had passed. For the first time since that wretch ‘broke her heart’, GLaDOS could acknowledge that time had passed. That was just the start, soon light flooded into her lens; the world became clear, trees and bushes had claimed the remains of her chamber, oils had mixed with water accumulating in murky puddles all around. The world was clear.“Wait, wait! Uh I can fix this! Just have to…hack the system, hang on. A-A-A-A-A-A. Oh, no uh, A-A-A-A-A-B. Nope! Hang on.” That voice, a part of her recognised it. The shrill (hardly) masculine wails. Oh, no matter, it was probably another loose personality sphere.
System reboot completed.
In a flurry of wires and scraps, her chassis began to drag upwards; her body feeling light. She could move. GLaDOS was back.
If she’d been programmed to - joy would have flooded her system…oh wait. No it wouldn’t. There would be no joy in seeing: her.
“Oh, it’s you” it had been a long while since she’d heard her own voice. It felt strange.Her intuition had been correct; a series of erratic swears left a tiny, spherical robot. He seemed surprised. Not at her awakening, but GLaDOS and Chell’s relationship.
Speaking of the mute lunatic. There she stood, in all her pathetic…ness. Oh, that was bad. hopefully her belittlement features would boot back up soon.
“It’s been a long time.” A part of her wondered how the woman was still alive, how after everything that had happened they both made it out in (figuratively) one piece.
But, the words were beyond her. And, frankly. GLaDOS didn’t care.
All that mattered was Chell was here; she was back in service. Meaning: testing could continue. Forever. Or as long as that crudely jumpsuited woman still stood.
“We both said a lot of things that you’re going to regret. But I think we can put our differences behind us. For science. You monster.” As power flooded through her circuits, GLaDOS pulled a loose, clawed cord from her wreckage and dragged Chell, and her friend, upwards. Crushing the metal ball with ease and tossing it to the side before flinging Chell towards the (now destroyed) incinerator door.
"I will say, though, that since you went to all the trouble of waking me up, you must really, really love to test.” Somewhere in her tangle of metal, a part of GLaDOS lit up at seeing her greatest nuisance hung by a thread.
“I love it too. There’s just one thing we need to take care of first.”
Down the hatch.
The AI.chamber fell silent upon Chell’s descent.
What a lovely 15.2 seconds that silence was.
But, as all things Chell was involved in, it was fleeting; soon an unceremonious thud echoed up the incinerator.
“Be careful not to trip over any parts of me that didn’t get completely burned when you threw them down here, after you murdered me.”
The woman frantically flipped around, trying to find the origin of her tormentor’s voice. “Thanks for that by the way.” Turning her attention away from GLaDOS and onto the situation at hand, Chell began maneuvering across metal beams fallen over the incineration pit. Careful not to fall in herself. Heat pricked her skin with every step. She continued. Eventually, making it across; hoisting herself up a few ledges.
She’d almost forgotten what the halls of Aperture looked like. Not that this was a good example to jog her memory, in the facility’s now dilapidated state.
Push panels lay wedged amongst rubble on the floor, Chell attempted to shimmy past them…To no avail.
As if on cue, GLaDOS spoke, “Let me get that for you.” And, the metal slabs began to bend and snap upwards, back into place.
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I HEARD YOUR PLEA. okok so tattooartist!suguru is tattooing you and ure a HUGE masochist so u get turned on by his touch and the pain (maybe inner thigh or smth?) and gojo, ur bf, is watching and notices and then he kinda teases you and geto sees and also gets turned on and then. yeah u get it.
orr ur in a poly relationship with both of them and geto is a tattoo artist (or piercer whichever u prefer) and while tattooing u get turned on and gojo makes u cockwarm him till it’s done and they all get off in the end. (and it doesn’t have to be satosugu, u can choose whoever :) ) god i hope that makes sense.
i need to go to church.
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Hey, kinda mended the two of these together so yaaasss three some time!
- ash
tw : cockwarming, oral, face fucking, threesome, perverted scenes, cream pie, doggy, fingering, dumbification, dub con, manipulation, dirty ass mf scenes okay
NSFW 18+
wc : 1.6k
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'Y/N fucking stand still, he'll be out in a second'
'I cant! You know how nervous I am!'
There it went, you and your boyfriend bickering about your new tattoo that he convinced you to get. A small heart placed right on your inner thigh to show your love to him, but in your eyes, you know it's just a way to mark you as his.
Standing in the large room, you nervously bounced on your feet. Eyes glancing at the large printings hung on the walls of motorbikes and skulls, something that really wasn't easing your worry.
'Gojo, you said he would be quick. We've been waiting here an hour.'
'Baby keep calm I'm su-'
'Satoru!' You heard a low voice call, both your eyes flickering towards a tall man, leather jacket thrown over his back as he stubs out a cigarette. He was big, and bulky too. The hand waving you over having tattoos printed all down his arms and fingers, your curious mind wondering how much of his body is really covered.
'Suguru this is y/n, y/n this is the man, the myth, the legend.'
Your boyfriend rambled on about this man, about how he trusts him with his life and he would trust no other man around his precious girlfriend. But to you, he didn't look all that safe. Sure he had a lovely smile but it didn't go unmissed at how the first thing he did was peer down the trail of your cleavage, teeth biting down on his lips hungrily.
'This your first tat?' He asked, examining your outfit. A cute yellow dress with knee highs pushing up the chunk on your thigh. The small expression plastered on your face just topped it off, no clue how gojo managed to get a girl as pretty as you.
'Yeah... I- does it hurt?'
'Only a pinch- don't worry darling...' Eyes wandering down you, you couldn't help but heat up under how he was gazing at you, your boyfriend didn't even acknowledge it, simply taking it as a friendly gesture
'So, shall we get started?'
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You were nervous, fingers drumming on your thighs as you stayed seated on your boyfriends lap. His head rested on your shoulder.
You couldnt help but worry. What if it went wrong? You trust your boyfriend but this random stranger infront of you didn't look all that safe.
'Anxious?' The artist asked, placing the gun in the pot and glancing over at you. The look of a small smile plastered across his lips.
You could hardly muster a sentence, the hand gojo had planted on your chest let him feel how paced your heart was, there was no going back. Not from how your boyfriend began tugging up your dress, exposing your cute thighs.
'Will you be quick? I don't want to be sat here long.'
'I'll try my best, got a sharp tongue hasnt she ? ' the artist laughed, moving his chair closer to you as his gloved hand tapped at your skin, pinching it gently between his fingers.
'Doesn't she ?, might just have to put her in her place after' Swatting gojo's chest, the way geto moves about in his chair made you more attentive to him. Noticing how he starts dragging his thumb up higher towards your cunt, only to snatch it away and begin drawing.
The room filled with music but the only sound you could hear is the drumming of your heart beat echoing in and out of your ears.
Gojo was so attentive towards you as he begins cradling you in his arms, rubbing circles into your breasts as you felt your breathing beginning to pace higher and higher. His fingers starting to pinch your erect nipples, a small whine unconsciously slipping from your feeble lips.
'God Satoru, you’re seriously not tryna fuck her here are ya?' The voice spoke frim between your legs, looking up at your embarassed face as he noticed how gojo's fingers began snaking through your underwear, lowering them and starting to line himself up. Moving the tip of his cock on your pussy so well he can get you wet enough to cockwarm.
'Why you wanna watch?'
'Gojo...' you coo as he starts to push into you. Gripping onto geto's wrists unconsciously as he trembles to continue your tat.
'Damn, are you tryna make me mess up?!'
'Shit- sorry.' You mumble, quickly letting go and readjusting yourself so he can carry on. The growing strain between geto's legs going unnoticed by you as he saw how your once white cotton panties continued to grow wetter and wetter. His tongue striking out to quickly lick at his lips.
This was harder than he thought, watching how you came to unloose in public for your boyfriend, the dampness of your cunt so outright lewd it was getting harder and harder for Suguru to contain himself. Not when your looking so undone infront of him.
'Gotta stay still baby, don't want him ruining what's mine now, do you ?’ Gojo's words whispered in and out of uour ears as he gently thrusted into you. Your head leaning back and legs gently trembling.
'Fuck- you’re lucky it's such a small tat or else the ink would've got everywhere' Geto spoke, wrapping plastic over your leg. His hand gently teasing you as he poked at your pussy. Eyes connecting with yours briefly as he moved to smirk at gojo. It's like they transferred conversation without even having to speak.
‘Wouldn’t wanna ruin her would I.’ Your boyfriends fingers begin to prod at your jaw, bouncing you up higher and higher as you start to get embarrassed. Attempting to pull yourself off, you saw geto’s large hands pressing on your shoulder, watching the fear in your eyes increase.
‘Remember in highschool? When I let you get head off that one girl… don’t you think you owe me?’
‘What? From my girlfriend?’
‘Sharing is caring gojo. And it’s not like we can’t share?’
You didn’t like the sound of this. You knew your boyfriend was actively wanting to have a threesome with you, you were too reluctant and ashamed to every say yes, only wanting to keep your sex life privatised to the bedroom - so this was the one opportunity he would never dismiss, especially not one with his trusted best man.
‘Wait- no I dont-‘
Picking you up, he begins bending you over the table, back arched as he lined you back up with his cock, starting to gently line up as you watched geto stand infront of you. His long fingers moving to undo his drawstring, pulling down his boxers and releasing his long veiny cock. His long hand moving to gently pet your hair.
‘Fuck- no please don’t-‘
‘Baby calm down, it’ll be fine. Would never trust anyone else with this precious body. You trust your boyfriend right?’ The voice behind you spoke, your eyes flickering back to meet his serious stare. Biting your lip, you tried holding back the tears about to fall out from you, so scared that you struggle to take one cock - let alone two.
‘Open wide princess - promise ill be good…’ geto spoke slapping the puffy tip of his cock against your wet lips. Gently he starts to move inside, the girth of him so thick you had to expand your mouth so wide. Eyes wincing shut as it felt never ending, tonsils touched at the feeling of his pre cum sliding down your throat.
‘Ready?’ - you nod, feeling how both men started to slam inside of you, your throat clogged and pussy plugged. The flesh of your ass rippling on gojo’s thighs as you moans stifled from the feeling of geto’s huge cock. Ripping inside your throat and the slick of your pussy dampening gojo’s cock.
This was the millionth time you felt him inside of you, ripping your walls and slamming so deep. But to feel someone else in your throat, the bittersweet cum of another man had you going feral. Eyes rolled to the back of your head as your moans sent vibrations straight to the core of his cock. His hand moving to face fuck you how you deserve.
‘Shit- is she always this good at sucking dick?’
‘Got lucky, didnt I ?’ Your boyfriends eyes focused on where you two attached, aggressively beating himself off to how wet you were, ripping your walls and watching how you came so loose for the two of them.
‘Ahhh- fuckkk yes…’ you moan, dragging geto’s cock out your mouth and thrusting it with your hand. Watching beads of cum come unloose and drip into your mouth, strings of saliva connected from you onto his tip. ‘Tastes good…’
‘You like it hm? Like when another man is inside ya just like your boyfriend hm?’
‘Yes… yes fuck yes…’ brain numb and dumb from everything going on as he starts to slap your face with his wet cock, your hand pacing on top of him eager to taste more than just the tease of his cum.
‘Shit, m gonna fill up this pretty pussy one more time yeah? Gonna cream pie the fuck outta you…’ Gojo grinned, recognising your irreplaceable moan as your free hand darted back to rub at your clit, arch of your back painfully low as your clothed tits rub aggressively at the table.
‘Please please, cum in me please, wanna feel you so bad n wanna taste your cum so bad…’ you moan, seeing how your face became spray painted white and pussy creamed and tightened. Eyes wincing shut and a low moan bottling from the depths of your throat. Body slumped forth and head messy and feral…
‘Fuck.. shit you got a good one here Satoru’
‘Nah… WE got a good one…’
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iheartyouyou · 2 years
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Someone told me to give this to you | JJ Maybank
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Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem!reader
Word count: 2.6k
warnings: angst (ish?), cuss words, not proofread (yet!) and maybe more. idk
Summary:  Your friend thinks that JJ Maybank has a crush on you after one day he handed you a sharpie, claiming that someone told him to give that to you. Your friend convinces you to test the waters, giving him a random object and claiming the same thing, “someone told me to give this to you”. One thing leads to another, erupting with drama and confessions. (sorry y’all i suck at summarizing stuff)
Authors Note: I had a dream abt this, so I turned it into a fic.  Enjoy!
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The last bell rang, signaling school was over. You and your friends quickly exited, making your way to your guys’ spot that was in front on the school. You each waited there till the very last person left, which, would be you. You walked home, so you were able to leave whenever you wanted to.
“We we’re planning to walk to Barry’s after school, who’s coming?” Your friend Samantha asks. Barry was the drug dealer who lived in the neighborhood in front of your high school.
“I’ll come. I have some money.” You say, digging into your pockets. “I’m in.” Your other friend Melissa says, not once removing her eyes from her phone.
“Alright, so we’ll leav—“
“Hey.” You hear someone say, turning around, you’re met with JJ. You didn’t really know him well, other then the fact he hung out with John B and had the same History class as you. You also knew he was a trouble maker, vandalizing school property, smoking on campus, not listening to teachers, bringing weapons to school and etc.
You don’t answer, instead you look up at him, meeting his eyes. You guys have never talked, so this would be officially the first time talking to one another. You look down, noticing he was holding a sharpie. A blue one to be exact. “Someone told me to give this to you.” He says, looking at you expectantly. 
You cheeks start turning red. You had no idea why though. You hardly knew this dude. “Thank you?” You say confused, quickly grabbing the marker from him. He just nods at you before walking away.
You look at the marker, who told him to give this to me? 
“Awww, look at Y/N! She’s blushing.” Samantha points out. “She looks like a tomato!” 
You roll your eyes. “Whatever.” 
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You decided to keep the marker. You had no sharpies and it was a nice color. 
“Want a balloon?” Your friend, Macy offers. “Sure.” You say, taking the balloon before blowing air into it. You tie the balloon off, deciding it looked boring, you took the same marker from yesterday out, drawing a silly face on the balloon.
You can feel a pair of eyes on you, so you turn, meeting Macy’s stare. “You kept it?”
“The sharpie?” You ask, finishing the silly face with a some eyebrows. “Yeah. What was that about anyways?” 
You shrug. “Maybe he got the wrong person or something.”
“I doubt that, he knows who you are and if he got the wrong person, he wouldn’t have gave you it.”
You throw the marker back into your backpack, not really caring where it landed. “I don’t know. It’s just a marker.” 
“Maybe he likes you?” She suggests, blowing air into her balloon. You snort. “Just because a guy gives me a marker, does not mean he likes me. Oh, he also said “someone told me to give this to you” so it wasn’t even from him.”
“Maybe he just said that as an excuse, you don’t know.” 
“Oh yeah sure! Some random guy that I barely talked to for the first time yesterday has a crush on me so he decided to give me a marker.”
“I was just saying, you know how people say ‘asking for a friend’ after asking a question? It could’ve been like that, you never know!” She says excitedly, tying the balloon off. “Yeah, no.”
She elbows you lightly. “Look.” She says, motioning to behind you. “There he is. Why don’t you test that theory?”
“And how do I ‘test’ this theory?” You say, watching as JJ sits down at the same table as John B. “Give him the balloon. Just tell him someone told you to give it to him.”
“I’m not doing that.” You say, turning back around to look at her. “Why not?” You don’t respond.
“If i’m wrong, then i’m wrong. But… if i’m right, then i’m right.”
You scrunch your face up in confusion. “And what was the point of—“
“Please, just do it. For me?” She says.
You mentally groan. “Fine, but if you’re wrong, i’m never listening to you ever again.” You hesitantly stand up and start making your way over to his table. Were you really gonna do this? Over a marker? You should just turn back now then— “Hi!” You say, approaching the two boys. They both look up at you. “Someone told me to give this to you.” You say, giving the balloon to him. JJ examines the balloon before responding. “Thank you?” 
“Yeah, yeah… no problem.” You say, nodding over to John B before making your way back to Macy. You couldn’t believe you just did that, what the hell.
“You were wrong.” You say, sitting back down next to her.
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You rush into class, placing your books on your desk before sitting down in your desk. Relief sinking in as the bell rang, proving that you weren’t late.
“Hey.” Someone says from beside you, startling you. 
“Hey?” You say, looking at the person who was sitting next to you. It was JJ. Great. He was probably going to confront you about the balloon. You knew you shouldn’t have done that, fucking Macy.
But instead of confrontation, he whips out a eraser, handing it to you. It was one of the big bulky ones. “Someone told me to give this to you.” You widen your eyes, totally not expecting those words to come out of his mouth.
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This happened for months. The two of you giving each other random stuff and using the “someone told me to give this to you” excuse. It was like a inside joke between you guys. It happened almost everyday, and if not everyday, every week.
“Y/N!” You watch as JJ jogs towards you, stopping in front of you, a folded piece of paper in his hand. He holds it up, grinning from ear to ear. “Someone told me to give this to you.” 
You take the note. “Thanks, JJ.” He watched you expectantly. “Open it.”
You quirk your eyebrow up. “Right now?”
“Yes?” You unfold the piece of paper, reading the messy hand writing that was on it. “A party?”
“Yeah! You wanna come? It’ll be fun.” He says excitedly. “I’ll see if I can.”
JJ smiles at you. “Well, if you do, make sure to find me.” 
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“Hey!” You shout over the music, watching as JJ poured himself a drink. He looks up, a smile forming onto his lips. “You came!” 
“Yeah!” He looks down at all the drinks on the table. “Do you want anything to drink?”
“No, I’m good. I came alone, so I can’t be drinking.” A frown etches onto his face. “You should’ve told me! I would’ve picked you up!”
You shrug. “I should’ve… anyway, who’s the host?”
“Sarah Cameron? You know her? Kook princess? She’s dating John B so I basically get to do whatever I want.” He says smirking, bringing his cup up to his lips.
“Oh, that’s cool!” You say, smiling at him. He looked good tonight, his hair was all messed up, he was wearing a muscle tee with a pair of shorts.
You and JJ hung out for a few more minutes until he ditched you to get drunk. He was the only person you really knew here, besides John B. Maybe you could go talk to him.
You make your way over to him, noticing that another boy, probably one of his and JJ’s friends, was sitting next to him, a bottle of water in his hands. “Hey.” You say. “Oh, hi. Y/N, right?” John B asks, giving a look to Pope before looking up at you.
“Yeah—“ You get interrupted by a girl screaming on the top of her lungs. The three of you turn your heads, watching as Sarah drunkenly stood up on one of the counters, a microphone in hand. “Shit.” John b mutters before quickly getting up and making his way to Sarah, helping her down before she fell.
It was just you and the boy who was sitting next to John B. “I’m Pope.” He says, offering his hand out. “Y/N.” You shake his hand. “You wanna sit down?” He offers, motioning to the spot John B was previously sitting in. You nod, sitting down next to him. 
It was awkward for a few moments before he spoke up. “Did you know that sleeping straight makes you taller?” 
You furrow your eyebrows. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Yes it does. Maybe not for you but…” He says. You fake offense. “Are you calling me short?” 
“No, i’m just saying—“ He bursts out laughing, causing you to laugh. “We just met and you’re already being mean!” 
“I’m just kidding!”
You both continue to crack jokes, making each other laugh and getting to know each other. Honestly, Pope was probably one of the funniest guys you’ve met. He was smart, and he used that to his advantage to make jokes and to get people to laugh. 
Pope cracks another joke, causing you to giggle. That’s when JJ, approaches the two of you, a crushed can in his hand and smoke practically coming out of his ears. “What the fuck are you guys doing?” 
You look up at him, confused as to why he was acting like this. You decide to crack a joke, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, we’re just ha—“
“Y/N, can we talk?” He says through gritted teeth. Your face drops, did you do something wrong? “Sure.” 
He grabs your wrist, snatching you up and he drags you across the house, shoving you into a room. “What’s going on?” 
“Why are you acting like a slut?” He asks, throwing the crushed can behind you. “Slut?” You say, pain rising in your voice.
“You’re hanging out with my bestfriend, giggling and shit.” He says, running his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry? Am I not supposed to do that?”
“No.”
“How was I supposed to kno—“
“I told everyone that you were my girl, you can’t be embarrassing me by doing that shit.”
Confusion hits you. “Girl?” He stays silent and starts pacing around the room, mumbling profanities to himself. “You’re a asshole.” You say, calmly. He looks up at you, clearly surprised by your words.
“First of all, I’m not a slut. Second of all, I can hang out with who I want. Third of all, I’m not your girl.” Tears start swelling up into your eyes. You didn’t know why, maybe because he called you a slut? Maybe because he told everyone you were his girl and you embarrassed him and yourself? You didn’t know.
The redness in his face was going away, he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.
“I—I’m leaving, JJ. You go tell everyone that we ‘broke up’”
You walk out, slamming the door behind you before making your way through the people that were staring at you. You really just wanted to get out of there.
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JJ fucking Maybank.
If you heard that name again, you were actually going to explode. 
You went to school the following day. The whole day was filled with people asking you questions, about him. About if you guys were, “still together”, some people were curious, asking you what happened. He wasn’t there. But that didn’t mean you got nasty stares from his friends.
You tried to talk to Pope, but he quickly shut you down, claiming he had to be ‘loyal’ to JJ. You rolled your eyes at his statement, loyal my ass.
The next day, you didn’t go to school. You couldn’t handle the constant interrogation, and you tried, you really tried to tell people that you guys weren’t dating. Nothing was even going on. 
You spent that day at home, watching movies, sleeping, and overall just relaxing. You decided that, you would stay home tomorrow too, you know, just to prepare yourself.
The next day, you were planning to go on a walk. You needed the fresh air and you needed to stretch those legs. Yeah, you moved around but it was only to the kitchen, or the bathroom, and back to your bed. Probably a total of 40 steps. 
You were in the kitchen, getting your water bottle ready when you heard a knock on your door. Did your parents get home early? You did tell them you were sick and that you wouldn’t be going to school, but they wouldn’t knock— they had a key.
You look through the window, your mood turning sour as you watched the last person you wanted to see right now, on your porch. 
You open the door. “What do you want, JJ?” You say bluntly. He looked at your outfit, purple leggings with a sports bra on, and a messy ponytail to top it off. “Hey.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. You don’t respond, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t. After a few awkward seconds, you start to close the door but JJ puts his foot in the doorway, stopping the door from closing. “Wait!”
He pulls out a sharpie. The exact same color as the first one he gave you, but it wasn’t the original marker, because it was tucked neatly in your pen holder, which wasn’t really a pen holder because the only “pen” in there was the sharpie.
“Someone told me to give this to you.” He says, holding the sharpie out for you to take. 
You quirk your eyebrow up. “Is this your way of apologizing?” 
“Y-yeah?” 
You roll your eyes. “Wow! Thank you for apologizing with a sharpie. I appreciate it.”
You start to close the door, but JJ stops it again. “Okay, wait, wait!” He takes a deep breath before speaking. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to call you a slut— it’s just.. I got jealous. You never act that way around me and I really like you Y/N. You’re not a slut, shit, you would probably be the last person on earth to be a slut. I shouldn’t have told everyone you were my girl too— you’re not. I mean— you can be if you want to? But, I just didn’t want anyone to take you away from me, I wanted everybody to know that you’re mine, not anybody else’s. I let jealousy get the best of me, and I’m sorry, Y/N.”
“You like me?” You gasp. That was probably the only thing you could make out from his ramble. 
“Yeah. But— but, it’s okay if you don’t like me back. You probably don’t cause i’ve been a real jerk, but I promise I can change! I really can, I’ll do whatever it takes—“
“JJ, you’re insane.” You start laughing. He took that the wrong way, his face dropping in realization that he really messed. “Shit— Y/N. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have came here. I—“
You interrupt him, crashing your lips into his. He smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist while your wrapped yours around his neck, pulling each other impossibly closer to one another.
You pull away from him, even though you didn’t want to, leaning your forehead against his. “Just— next time, instead of saying i’m your girlfriend, ask me properly?”
“Okay.” He whispers. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”
“No.” You say. JJ dropping his arms from your waist, retracting his forehead from yours. “What?”
You laugh at his reaction, earning a confused and hurt expression from him. Realizing this, you drop the act, pulling him back in. “I’m just kidding. I’ll love to be your girlfriend.
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binchansbiceps · 10 months
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I Have Been Playing With A Superstar Chapter 3
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You could hardly believe that Lee Felix was standing in front of you asking if you were your username in discord meaning this had to be … “ALYFT?” you asked. Felix smiled and nodded “yep that’s me it’s great to finally meet you!” he says as he pulls you up and into a hug. You are more than sure he has seen the shocked disbelieving look on your face at who he is considering everything you ever told him on what you think about him and his group. Which may have gotten a little simp talking over some members if not all at least once. “Big surprise huh?” he asked, finally releasing you from the hug all you could do was nod. “Have you ordered anything to drink yet?” he asked you shook your head “i'll grab us some teas” he said and went to go order them. 
As you sat down in your chair you did everything you could to pull yourself together. You now realised his work meetings are the concerts, and that his project was all the practices for his blocking and singing. And that in fact the man you had been friends with for over a year has been LEE FELIX! The deep voiced Australian, and sixth oldest member of Stray Kids. 
“Peach tea lemonade right?” he asked as he set the drink in front of you and took his own seat across from you. “Yes thank you Felix and my name is Y/N” you told him finally having the words to speak to him. “Your welcome Y/N” “so how bad were you laughing at me as i said everything i did about you and the others?” you had to ask as it was the only thing on your mind. “I did a little giggling but you are a stay so i was not as surprised as you think”  he told you “get a lot of that on bubble huh?” you laughed out. He nodded as he took a sip of his drink “I can't believe you're you and I've been playing games with you … wait! That means the other friends you brought into some of our games were the others?!” you realised, that yes sometimes instead of just you two playing with randos in the world on some games mostly mario kart and smash bros A. or Felix would ask you if some of his other friends could played with you two, which you always said yes too, never having a problem with it as you wanted to maybe be their friend to one day, if meeting him ever happened, and hangout in real life happened often after words. “Yeah it was the others, they really like playing with you, they also snuck in on more games then you are probably thinking too” he laughed at your shocked face that kept getting more shocked as more things keep dawning on you about him and who he is with most of the time. 
After your many little freak outs you settle into how you would usually talk to him in discord. Finding it not that different talking to him in person, he really was the bright sunshine boy you and many other stays called him, as he just kept smiling and laughing talking to you and it was all completely honest. Of course being an empath this made you the same way and you absolutely loved every second of it. Nobody else in the world was like Felix and you were glad to have been his friend. 
Teas finished and the sun having moved pretty far to the other side of the sky but neither of you noticed the time flying by, having too much fun finally hanging out in person. Till Felix’s phone rang and he immediately answered after reading the caller id. Not understanding a thing as he spoke in Korean you looked at your own phone to see Mini having texted you and just sent a message saying if you did not answer her right now she was coming to hunt down the bastard who thought he could kidnap you. Telling her you were okay and that she didn’t need to hunt anyone down, you weren't kidnaped and you would try to explain everything to her later. Felix hung up and sighed as he put his phone in his pocket. “That was Chan he’s worried where i am and how long i’ve been out since i was supposed to be practising with everyone else today but he gave me the time off secretly to meet up.” he explained “it’s okay Mini just said she was about to hunt you down for kidnaping me too” you laughed out
 “Oh speaking of Mini, did you two get tickets for the concert?” he asked. You shook your head “i didn’t and Mini was just a little short before they sold out in the section” you explained. He looked a little happy at hearing this “good now i really don’t feel bad about getting you these” he said as he passed you an envelope. You gave him a look before taking it “what?” you asked as you looked inside and pulled out 2 front row at the damn barrier standing tickets for both performances and sound check tickets and backstage passes.
Your mouth dropped open and slowly you looked up at Felix “wha? how? when? where? why? wha?” you so intelligently asked, unable to form words. “I wanted you to come and have really good seats and to be able to hang out after the show too and i know you wouldn’t want to come alone and would have felt bad if you left Mini behind and i should meet your best friend and you should meet mine” he explained. You continued to just stare at him, unable to say anything to this god sent sunshine boy. You stood up and walked to his side of the table and hugged him “Felix this is so sweet of you thank you so much” you tell him and pull away to look at him then asking “it’s okay to tell Mini who you are? i thought i would have had to keep you a secret even from her" "if the two of you can keep this to yourselves that would be great but Chan said it’s okay to tell her and for her to meet the group too” he told you. “Well now i need a concert outfit 2 actually” you laughed out as Felix got up and grabbed his things “i can’t wait to see them” he said as he gave you another hug and started to head for the door “so i’ll see you at the concert then” he waved as he left the cafe and ran to his driver
You called Mini and told her you had to come over right now cause you had to tell her everything that just happened. Walking right into her place you yelled out that you were here, and she called out that she was in her gamer room. Upon entering the room you saw her sitting at her computer playing a game of Valorant. Waiting for her to finish her game you sat bouncing on the couch she had in there.
When she finished she turned around and looked at you expectantly. “Okay so for starters I'm not lying to you” you tell her “you never lie Y/N so what he a serial killer or something?” she asked “no he’s Felix” you tell her. She just sits there looking at you for a few minutes. “What?” she asks “he’s Lee Felix, i know, i was shocked when he asked if i was me and then when he pulled me up to hug me” you explained but she cut you off “WHAT?” “yeah and he is exactly like he seems and he even gave us these” you told her handing her the envelope. When she opened it and took out the tickets and passes she froze. “He wants to meet you and he wants us to meet the others too after the concert” you tell her. She looks up at you “how the hell did you manage to find and befriend Felix of Stray Kids?” “I have absolutely no idea” you tell her. “Wait so we get to meet the others? Like all of them?” she asked, seeming to just now absorb all your words. “Yes they want to meet me and Felix wants to meet you and so you get to meet them too” you explained. ”the only thing is i don’t think we can tell anyone else so it has to stay between us” you let her know “okay i can keep this a secret it’s SKZ i will do anything just to meet them” she tells you. You both laugh at the situation and the random luck you seemed to have for this to happen and figure out what to wear and how the make up Mini was going to do on the two of you would go.
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white-h0ney · 2 years
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Late Night Coffee
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a/n: this is a short and very soft Dano!riddler x reader one shot written as a result of me falling more in love with paul dano after seeing the batman last week!
warnings: this is an 18+ fic which contains mature content and smut! please do not interact if you are a minor! a full list of tags can be found on my AO3 !
word count: 5.8k
i am by no means an experienced fanfic or smut writer so, apologies in advance for any spelling or grammar issues i haven’t picked up on! this was super fun to write and i hope everyone enjoys! <3 please feel free to leave any feedback <3
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The hands of the clock which hung on the wall of the diner ticked past midnight and you let a long sigh fall from your lips. You had been alone for most of the evening, Stan the chef had left several hours earlier, with no one at all to cook for he had seen no point in sticking around. You could hardly blame him as today had been unusually quiet and the lack of patrons had only made your twelve hour shift feel impossibly slow. After locking up by yourself on numerous occasions, the repetition of turning off the coffee machine, securing the till and pulling the storefront shutter down had now become routine to you, the monotonous nature of your days making you feel like a miniscule, unimportant cog in the great machine that was Gotham City. Whilst you were certainly acclimated to being by yourself, both at work and at home, it was hard not to feel lonely in the large, imminent expanse of the urban metropolis that lay just beyond the diner window.
You glanced at the stool to the left of you a little way down the counter, which tonight had stayed painfully empty. A seat, which when filled, usually brought you a much welcomed comfort during your lonely late night shifts now sat vacant. No notebook full of illegible scrawlings on the counter, no half drunken coffee cup waiting to be refilled. No green eyes looking longingly at you behind steamed up lenses. Just empty.
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You had met Edward just over six months ago, when the leaves on the few trees that lined the streets of Gotham were finally turning green – a sight which looked so out of place in the grey, maze like expanse of the city. Much like the greenery of spring, Edward had also looked out of place when he had first shuffled into the diner and taken his now regular spot towards the end of the counter.  He was like a breath of fresh air. Quiet and polite, so unlike your regular patrons, all of whom you were certain belonged to one of the many perilous gangs in the area, and often left you with an unsavoury feeling in your stomach.
In the first initial month of Edward visiting the diner you barely exchanged a word. Polite nods towards empty cups of coffee and the occasional quiet thankyou were the only contact he had made with you as he sat for hours on end writing in a small leather notebook. He rarely made eye contact and barely acknowledged your presence, his sole focus being the many pages of writing in front of him and his constant cups of coffee. Occasionally watching him as he wrote, the sight of his soft brown hair, defined nose and doe-y green eyes became a welcome sight on your lonesome nights shifts. You caught yourself staring on several different evenings at the way he would place the end of his pen beneath his lips when he was stuck on what to write next, running his tongue across his bottom lip. He had a habit of running his hands through his tousled hair as he pondered over his endless pages of notes, always leaning back on his stool and exposing the toned yet soft skin of his torso, a movement that was so simple yet so inexplicably alluring. He was curiously interesting. Maybe it was because he was so unlike your other patrons, or maybe it was just him.
Gradually he seemed to come out of his shell, what had begun with little to no communication evolved slowly into regular smiles and nods whenever he entered the establishment. You thought at first it may have just been him getting more comfortable sitting in the diner, new places were daunting you knew that all too well, but Edwards smiles were only ever directed towards you, never the other waitresses on shift. Whilst his actions were small you couldn’t help but feel like maybe you were his favourite.
He broke your unspoken rule of silence two months or so into his visits. You two had been the only people in the diner for several hours, sitting in comfortable silence until Edward finally spoke up.
“I- I’m so sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have a pen you wouldn’t mind me borrowing?” he had asked softly, pushing his messy hair out of his face as he leant forwards onto the counter. His voice was gentle, with a sultry deepness to its tone.
You were surprised he had even spoken to you; you almost had convinced yourself that you would retain the same waitress-customer relationship for the entirety of his visits. Smiling, you didn’t let your surprise show, yet it felt like a welcomed relief to finally, fully hear his voice.
“Of course.” You had replied with a soft smile, quickly picking out the pen that was holding your bun of hair in place on the back of your head, letting it fall naturally to your shoulders.
His eyes had lingered on yours as you did so before they began travelling slowly down to the nape of your neck and subsequently swiftly back up to meet your eyeline once more, resting there as you passed him the pen across the counter. Your hands brushed, albeit briefly, but the feeling sent a wave of welcomed tension, almost electric in feeling, up your arm and throughout the rest of your body.
Since then, the length of your conversations, and the frequency of Edwards visits had grown and grown. Your discussions at first, were centred around regular topics such as the weather or the horrendous traffic that often blocked up Gotham’s busy roads, but gradually you grew to discuss more personal things. Where you both grew up, your time at school, bad prom dates, a range of anecdotal stories were shared over many cups of coffee and the red diner counter the two of you were so familiar with. You were certainly the more forthcoming person in each conversation, you sensed a nervousness to him that you felt best not to push him for stories of his own life when he seemed perfectly happy to sit, smiling softly, as he listened to you talk. He never judged, never laughed at small insecurities of yours, he just listened and offered comfort where he could. He eventually shared more as your late nights together went on, telling you about his childhood spent in the old Wayne orphanage on the outskirts of town. His eyes fell sad, and heavy when on rare occasions he did reveal aspects of his past, and every now and then when the two of you sat beside each other at the counter he would let his hand gently brush yours, as though your touch was a needed comfort when he revisited his childhood memories.
There were many nights you caught him lost in thought, daydreaming across the counter with his eyes lingering gently on you. His soft, green irises were like melted pools of honey in the dim light of the diner, and you often found yourself focusing on his elegant, taught jawline as he wrote page after page of illegible text in his book, daydreaming just as he did some nights. He would, of course, immediately return to his scrawling after meeting your eyeline, though both of you would have a subtle smile on your lips after catching each other’s glances.
One night in late June, you two had been the only individuals in the diner, a common occurrence especially on weekend nights, when Edward had done something entirely new. You had begun to put away the clean cups and plates into their rightful places ready for the next day of work, when he had gotten up and walked behind the counter and all of a sudden began to help you.
“You don’t have to do that!” You had assured him, immediately taking the cup that was in his hand and placing it in the sink behind the counter.
“I insist.” He chuckled, turning to lean over the counter and retrieve another stray plate which had been abandoned there earlier by another customer. You tilted your head at him in curiosity.
“It’s the least I can do to repay you for all these late nights you stay and keep me company. I’m sure you have better places to be than here.”
You shook your head in response.
“You say that as if I’m not paid to be here Edward.” You laughed, allowing him to pass you the plate so that you could add it to the pile of mounting dishes in the sink.
“Well yes” he smiled coyly “but you were meant to close at 11.30 tonight, yet here we are again at 2am after you’ve listened to one of my many ramblings.”
“I enjoy talking with you, it’s the only thing that stops me..” you paused in embarrassment, looking down at your shoes as you felt hot wave flush your cheeks.
Edward’s hand reached across the counter, his thumb making soft contact with your chin before his fingers caressed your cheek, eventually coming to rest and cupping the side of your face gently. His touch felt like an incredible relief, long anticipated, and you leaned into his hand slightly in response.
“It’s the only thing that stops me feeling alone in this city.”
Edward smiled in reply, his eyes were gentle and reassuring. “I understand, if it weren’t for my time with you, I fear I would be the loneliest person in Gotham.” A soft chuckle escaped his mouth as he laughed at his own words, you knew he thought they were silly or embarrassing, but they meant the world to you.
You both smiled honestly at each other, holding eye contact for longer than ever, before his hand fell from your cheek and he began to collect the crockery that was scattered around the diner. Your face felt empty at the loss of his touch, internally pining for more of his contact, but you resumed your behind the counter cleaning as the comfortable silence returned once more.
This routine continued, and one evening after you had explained to Edward how you thought someone had followed you to your car the previous night, he insisted on walking you to wherever it was parked. It was, in his own words, something he would do for anybody, but his actions only ramped up the sense of security you felt every time he was nearby. It was a genuine feeling of safety and trust, and he was the only person in the world with whom you even remotely identified or enjoyed spending your time with. When he spoke to you there was an earnest respect in his voice, you didn’t have to force yourself to believe that he cared for you when it was so evident in his words and actions. In the large, daunting and dismal expanse of Gotham City, full of far more important and interesting characters, Edward Nashton made you feel seen.
Neither of you ever discussed your feelings for each other. Or rather, you never revealed yours on the embarrassing off chance that he genuinely only saw you as a friend- which of course you would have respected but certainly winced at the thought of. You weren’t sure if you were reading into the small signals he gave you, his light touches in passing and subtle lingering glances at your chest, your hands, just at you in general all suggested he felt the same as you. Though you didn’t dare to assume.
It was the past Monday when you had last seen Edward, five long evenings ago. He had walked you to your car like always, holding his umbrella above you both as you stood saying your goodbyes on the side of the pavement.
“I won’t be here again until next Friday.” He had confessed, a slight guilt in his eye as he spoke to you. Your heart sank in your chest, it was rare that he missed more than two nights at the diner, let alone over a week, and you dreaded to think how lonely you would be without him there as you worked.
“How come?” you sighed, looking up at him, your chest almost pressed to his as you huddled to stay out of the rain.
“Well, I’m thinking of getting out of town, moving on, Gotham’s lost its touch.” He smiled faintly in an attempt to reassure you, though you weren’t sure how believable his story was. Not that he owed you the truth about his private goings on.
“Oh” you sighed in disappointment, though you didn’t want to let him know you might miss him, nor that you wished you could go with him and escape this terribly city.
“Well so long as you don’t find a diner you enjoy sitting and writing in more than this one” you joked as you bit back the tears that were welling in your eyes.
“The diner isn’t what I enjoy, you know that love.” Your cheeks flushed red at the affection he had just shown you; it was unlike Edward to be forward whatsoever so this sudden show of fondness from him caught you off guard. His eyes looked longingly into yours, like he wanted you to beg him to stay, to never leave you alone in this city again. Or beg him to take you with him. The anticipation lingered, the two of you looking into each other’s eyes under his umbrella, the rain pouring down around you, as though the rest of Gotham ceased to exist. You didn’t need it to. You only needed him.
“Next Friday. 11pm sharp. I can’t be there earlier, but I’ll walk you to your car once your shifts up, I’ve got some loose ends to tie up before I move. I’ll make sure you’re safe a-and I want to say goodbye properly.”
His hand that was free from holding his umbrella was now resting on yours, another surprising show of affection that you supposed was his silent way of telling you he’d miss you too.
“11pm next Friday.” You nodded in acknowledgement whilst holding your gaze, it hurt to think that this might be one of the last times you saw him. You took it all in, his sculpted cheekbones, his soft nose and his alluring, doe green eyes, scoring the image of him into your brain so that you might not ever forget it. You never wanted to forget it.
“I’ll be there. I promise.” The air hung thick with tension around you both as you huddled closer to him, your bodies pressed together underneath his umbrella. Edward looked at you with a desperate yearning in his eyes, his gaze flittering between your eyes and your lips, it felt like the city fell silent around you. His beauty unsteadied you, the faint light of a nearby streetlamp illuminating his strong features in the darkness of the night, his lips plush and inviting. It was strange to be so close to him after rarely touching at all over the past six months and it was a miracle your legs didn’t buckle beneath you.
You broke the contact moments later, turning to unlock the door of your car before smiling up at him.
“Goodnight y/n”
“Goodnight Edward”
He pushed the door of your car shut gently, stepping further onto the pavement as you started the engine and waved at him through the window. Pulling off, you looked into your rear-view mirror, Edwards silhouette lit up by the street lamp on the corner of the road, waving you off into the night.
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It was just gone 11pm on a dingy Friday night in the diner, the lights outside buzzed drearily in the rain and you wandered over to the windows to pull the blinds down, shielding your view of the dull City streets. Your last customer had left about an hour ago and you were more than ready to head home for the night, the majority of your cleaning and preparation for the next day already attended to. You glanced at the stool to your left, his spot, and quickly turned your head away, a wave of disappointment biting at you. It had been four weeks to the day since Edward had told you he would come back to say goodbye. Every night since then you had waited and waited, always holding on a little farther past closing time with the hope might show up; and always feeling more and more embarrassed when he didn’t.
Picking up a cloth from the counter to polish the tables with, you began to drift off into a daydream, your mind hazy and tired after a long days work, when you were pulled abruptly back to reality by a faint tapping noise on the glass of the diner door.
“I’m so sorry we’re just about to clos-“ you were cut short when you looked outside through the glass off the diner door. Edward was stood outside, his clothes drenched from the heavy rain that was falling over the city with no coat nor umbrella to shield him from it. His doe eyes looked back at you through the window with a look of desperation written across his face and he raised his hand slightly, giving you a small wave. He was dressed unusually, in a white shirt and long black tie, both of which were soaked through, exposing his soft, pale skin beneath the formal shirt. The rain had drenched him completely and his soft brown hair was now messily pushed back out of his face, the cold of the outside had flushed his cheeks and his nose and as he stood looking inwards at you, the rain continued to pour and pour outside. You stared at him for a moment, a mixture of stunned relief and anger bubbling inside you – yes, he had finally come back, and for that you were immensely thankful because you had spent every day since his leaving missing him more and more. Worrying about him, every waking moment of your past days had been consumed thinking about where he was, who he was with, if he was safe? If he was coming back? But it was too little too late. You were foolish to have trusted him, to have trusted anyone in Gotham City.
You walked slowly towards the door and as you did a small smile of relief formed on Edwards lips, a genuine sorrowful look engrained in his eyes. Unlocking the latch on the door, you swung it open, though you didn’t step backwards to let him in, remaining in the doorway.
“I’m just about to close, you’ll have to go get coffee elsewhere.” You said bluntly, keeping your eyes fixed sternly on his as you spoke.
“I’m not here for coffee.” He replied solemnly as he nervously ran his hand through his hair- his fingers shaking a little from the cold bite of the rain. What the fuck was this guy after?
“Then why are you are here Edward?” Your hurt was obvious in your voice, whilst you had aimed to act nonchalant about his sudden return the emotions that were clouding your mind prevented you from hiding your true feelings from him.
“I- I came to apologise. I know I’m late. Very late. But I had to see you. I’m so sorry, my work project ran over a couple of days.” There was a pining in his voice that made your heart twinge.
“Weeks.” You retorted.
“I am deeply, deeply sorry. I never intended to-“
“Never intended to what, Edward?” you snapped back at him, though the anger in our voice was slowly being overtaken. “Never intended to lie to me. To leave me here. To let me worry and miss you for weeks and weeks on end, feeling like the stupidest person in all of Gotham for letting you lead me on to believe that you actually liked me?” Tears had begun to sting your eyes, welling up past the point of control, now spilling down your cheeks as you looked into his sad eyes through the doorway.
“You promised” you cried, wiping your cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt as you began to turn away, intending to slam the door in his face. It was what he deserved.
“I came back for you.” His words echoed around your head as you struggled to grasp the true meaning behind them.
“I’m not naïve Edward! You came back here to cover your ass before leaving again. God, I’m so stupid for ever believing that you cared-“
“I came back to ask you to come away with me! I- I need you to be there with me.” His voice was raised slightly now, and the sincerity in his tone was astounding. You didn’t trust it though why had he taken off so suddenly and left you with no notice of his return? Why did he let you believe he had abandon you, with no intention of even saying goodbye.
“I- Edward I don’t know, how can I trust-“
Edward cut you off, stepping through the doorway towards you and smothering your mouth with his own as his large hands moved upwards to gently cup the sides of your face. You froze momentarily, your body stiff as a board. And then.. it was as though your anger melted away at his long-awaited touch, your body liquifying against him as you kissed him back, his lips so soft and mellow against your own. He released you momentarily and looked deep into your eyes and it was as though he was asking trying to gage if you wanted to ask him to leave or to kiss you again.
I came back for you.
You smiled and reached your hands forward to snag the collar of his drenched shirt, pulling him into you once more. He smiled into the kiss this time, his lips moving ardently against your own as you slowly moved your hands from his collar, lacing your fingers in his wet length of hair. His hands moved with yours, one of them trailing its way down from its resting place on your cheek to the small of your waist where his thumb began to rub gentle circles over the fabric of your uniform. He was tender, your frame delicate in his hands. You moved backwards in unison, one of Edwards’s hands reaching instinctively behind him to swiftly shut the door, flip the latch and pull the blind down to match the rest of the shaded windows of the diner. The whole time he moved his lips stayed on yours, his kisses urgent and eager as though he couldn’t get enough of how it felt to finally be able to touch you, to hold you like he had always dreamt of.
You leant into Edward more, deepening your kiss, your lips parting in invitation. He took the calling lustfully, tilting your head gently to one side for better access as his tongue ran along your bottom lip teasingly before delving into your mouth, a muffled groan escaping his mouth as he tasted you. Moaning against his lips you pressed your body closer to his, not caring about the rainwater from his clothes that was now soaking you too. You wanted, no, needed to be as close to him as possible.
Edward pulled away briefly and looked yearningly into your eyes, his desire for you obvious now as he dragged his thumb slowly across your bottom lip; his gaze trailing slowly down from your eyes to your lips to your chest where it hovered for a lustful moment before returning to look directly at you. He leaned in closer, his lips were now less than an inch away from yours and the hand that was previously resting on your waist had trailed upwards to your neck and his thumb had begun to rub soft lines across your collar bone.
“You are so, unfathomably beautiful.” He spoke quietly but with an earnestness that made your heart ache. A small tear escaped your eye, waves of relief and long-awaited anticipation crashed into you as he whispered the sweet words to you. Edward kissed the spot on your cheek where the tear fell before moving to kiss your other cheek, his lips cold but plush against your warm skin. He looked into your eyes once more and pulled you closer so that your chest was pressed against his, one of your legs falling between his. He lingered momentarily whilst looking at you, taking your beauty in completely before his lips crashed into yours once more. This kiss was different, it was driven by lust and his mouth moved passionately over yours as his hands explored the curves of your body.
He manoeuvred the two of you gently backwards, pushing your body up against the counter which sat at roughly just over waist height on you. Not asking for permission this time, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, the friction between your two bodies pulling a soft moan from your lips. Your hands wandered down from Edwards’s hair, one lingered on the back of his neck whilst you planted the other firmly on his chest tracing teasing circles across his skin with your index finger. His hands moved too, tracing a sultry line down from your face to your white button up shirt which by now was soaked through on one side from your close contact with him. His fingers worked quickly but tenderly to undo each button of your top before it was completely open, exposing your breasts to him. He sucked in a breath as he pulled away for a moment, his eyes raking lazily over your body causing a warmth to flush deep inside of you. Tilting your head to one side with his hand, Edwards began to kiss a soft line across your jaw, his lips dragging wantonly across your skin and earning more delicate moans from you as he went.
He continued his path downwards, working his lips across your neck, initially only kissing you before he reached the nape of your neck where he nipped your skin with his teeth, pulling on it gently and groaning as he did. Eventually he reached your chest, placing kisses on each of your collarbones before bending slowly down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth as his hand palmed the other. He bit down gently onto the soft flesh, pulling a breathy moan from you as his lips worked fervently over your sensitive bud. He placed a kiss on your sternum before taking your other breast in his mouth, biting and sucking it softly as his fingers kneaded the other, tracing a circle around your nipple before pinching it with a little pressure between his thumb and forefinger. His actions caused a fire to burn within you, fuelled by your longing for him.
Edward continued downwards, tracing a slick line down your stomach with his tongue as he moved to position himself on his knees in front of you. With a suave movement, his hands ran up the outside of your thighs and up under your skirt. You responded, pulling the loose fabric upwards, exposing your bare legs and the dark, cotton underwear that you had thrown on this morning. He leant forwards, his mouth hovering over your cunt before placing a teasing kiss on the fabric of your underwear causing your breath to hitch in your throat. The warmth in your stomach grew more intense with his every move and your whole body flushed with an untamed yearning for him. Edward pulled your underwear down agonisingly slowly, allowing his fingers to graze the skin of your thighs as he moved, pulling them off and discarding them on the floor. Using his left hand to steady himself, he swiftly lifted one of your legs, pulling it upwards to rest on his shoulder and exposing your already soaking cunt to him.
He trailed quick kisses and bites up the inside flesh of your thigh before dragging his tongue across your mound, tasting you.
“So, so sweet,” he groaned before he repeated the action, lazily swiping his tongue up your slit before pausing briefly when he reached your clit. He licked it once mockingly before sucking it between his teeth, forcing a loud moan to escape your throat, your mouth falling agape in pleasure. His mouth remained on you for several minutes, sucking and licking at your clit more fervently with every moan he drew from your mouth, his movements driven by your pleasure. Edwards’s mouth withdrew form you momentarily but before you had time to protest, his free hand was on you, the rough pad of his thumb lazily circling your clit. A pressure was beginning to build within you has he stroked your sensitive bundle of nerves. Dipping down slightly whilst securing your leg on his shoulder, he teased your entrance with his middle finger, dragging it up through your wetness.
“Mmph, please,” you begged, your hands laced in his hair once more, gripping tighter as frustration built up within you. Edward smirked, looking up at you with adoration before plunging his finger into you, your walls clamping down around him as he moved slowly inside of you. Gasps of pleasure left your mouth as he continued to stroke in and out of you, pausing only briefly to add his ring finger to your cunt, forcing the pressure in your stomach to build even more. You rocked your hips forwards, pleading for more, and he answered, his mouth making contact with your clit again. He sucked and teased it with his tongue, his digits pumping faster and faster inside of you causing your pleasure to skyrocket even further. Your grip on his hair tightened as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, his mouth working ardently over your sensitive clit and each time he groaned the hum of his voice against your cunt drove you wild. The pressure that had been building inside of you began to peak as Edward’s soft lips and fingers worked perfectly in unison to draw your orgasm from you.
“God yes!” you pleaded.
A wave of pleasure slammed into you as you met your climax and Edwards eyes were trained on your face as you came on his fingers, watching your relish in the bliss you were feeling.
Gently removing your now shaking leg from his shoulder, he stood up to face you once more and pulled you into a deep kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands worked quickly to unbutton his shirt as he kissed you, pushing the wet fabric over his shoulders, your fingers finally making contact with the supple skin of his torso. Pulling you closer, Edward slid his hands down your waist, gripping your ass tightly and grinding your bodies together, his already hard length pressing against your core. You palmed him through the fabric of his trousers, the contact earning several heated groans from him as his mouth moved against yours. Moving your fingers from where they rested on his chest you worked at unbuckling his belt, undoing the button and zip of his trousers before shoving both those and his underwear to the floor. Edward kicked his bottoms off hastily, along with his shoes, and after removing his clothing he gripped your ass tightly and pulled you up off of the floor, wrapping your legs around his waist.
Hands wrapped firmly around his neck, you held onto him as he spun the two of you around towards one of the diner tables, the head of his cock pushing gently at your slick entrance. He lowered you down onto his length agonisingly slowly, burying himself completely in you and letting your walls stretch to accommodate his size as you moaned wantonly into his mouth. He remained there for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours as he let several gasping breaths escape his mouth before he began lifting you up and sliding you back down onto his cock. He began to move more fervently inside of you and your hands moved from his neck to cup the sides of his face, pressing messy kisses onto his mouth in-between breaths. Edward lifted you hastily off of himself, wasting no time to lay you onto the diner table located behind the two of you before wrapping your legs back around his waist. He leaned down, kissing you with an ardent force, his hands running down the curves of your body, eventually settling either side of your head on the table, before plunging his cock back into you; filling you completely.
His pace quickened as he slammed his hips into yours and the walls of your cunt gripped him in response. Your fingers wandered to his chest, dragging your nails downwards across his soft flesh as the ecstasy built within you, the power of his thrusts climbing as though he could sense your pleasure mounting. Removing his weight from his hands he stood up taller, pulling your legs so that your feet rested on his shoulders, his now free fingers palming and roughly pinching at your breasts. He let one of his hands wander, positioning it over your core as he teasingly swiped the pad of his thumb over your clit, dragging it in circles, his eyes poised on you as he watched you fall apart beneath him. Edward’s head fell back in bliss as he increased both the speed with which he moved his thumb over your clit and the rhythmic thrusts of his hips into you, your body becoming sweat incarnate as he pushed you closer to your climax. You clasped a hand to your mouth to stifle your moans, curving your body on the table to allow him deeper within you, his cock now hitting your sweet spot with more intensity than you thought possible.
“No no” he protested between groans “let me hear you my love” and you obliged, letting your hand return to his chest as you mewled in response. The tingling in your core grew with every movement of his hips and your nails dug deeper into the skin of his chest as he drew you to the peak of pleasure, thrusting deliciously into you as your walls slammed down onto his cock. A wave of luscious pleasure racked your body as you rode out your orgasm and Edward slammed into you a final time, filling you completely. He leant down to your level, remaining inside if you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he kissed you longingly.
“I need you with me, always” he whispered, smiling as he caressed your cheek with his fingers.
“Always” you replied, pulling him into another deep kiss, the rest of the world disappearing around you both once more.
“Now how about that cup of coffee?”
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