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arc-misadventures · 1 month

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What Are Those: In some stories, due to their nature, dragons seek, avoid and attack certain places/objects. Fire dragons seek anything and anywhere that gives heat, Ice dragons avoid said heat while Holy dragons attack anything that's impure. We know Jaune seeks precious gems. Is there anything that he would avoid and attack?

I Am A Creature of Stereotypes, Evidently

Ruby: Okay… here’s one for you: “The more I take the more I leave behind.”

Yang: Uhhh… Air?

Ruby: Nope.

Yang: Crap.

Weiss: Dirt?

Ruby: Also no.

Weiss: What?

Jaune: Foorsteps.

Ruby: Correct! Okay, next one: “If two is a company, and three is a crowd, what is four, and five.

Weiss: Four is a quartet right?

Ruby: Yes, but that’s not the answer.

Weiss: What?

Blake: It makes sense, five is a pentagon, I don’t think that works as an answer.

Ruby: Nope~!

Yang: Then what is it?

Jaune: Nine.

Ruby: Correct!

Weiss: What? That doesn’t make any sense?

Yang: Four, and five… equals nine…

Weiss: That’s a stupid answer!

Ruby: Okay next riddle! “Iron roof, glass walls. Burns, and burns, but never falls.”

Blake: Iron roof, and glass walls?

Weiss: Never falls…

Yang: Is it a…?

Jaune: A lantern.

Ruby: Correct!

Yang: What?!

Blake: How does he keep doing this?’

Ruby: “I have rivers without water, forests without trees, mountains without rocks, and towns without houses.”

Yang: So it’s an image then? It has those things, but it doesn’t have them…

Weiss: Oh! Its a…?!

Jaune: A map.

Weiss: A map?! Gods dammit?! I had it!

Blake: That’s one to us! Right?

Ruby: Mmmm… neither of you get the point.

Yang: Dammit.

Ruby: Okay… Oh here’s a good one!

Ruby: Ahem: “I begin eternity, and end space. At the end of time, and in every place. Last in life, second to death. Never alone. Found in your breath. Contained by earth, water or flame. My grandeur so awesome. Wind dare not tame. Not in your mind. Am in your dreams. Vacant to Kings, present to Queens.”

Weiss: Huw…?

Blake: That is a good one…

Yang: It would be better if I knew the answer?!

Jaune: The letter ‘E.’

Ruby: Correct!

Weiss: Oh come on?!

Blake: Already?!

Yang: How is the letter ‘E’ the fucking answer?!

Jaune: Simple: The answer is found when you think literally, not metaphorically.

Yang: Eh?

Weiss: ‘End of Time.’ Time ends with the letter ‘E.’

Blake: ‘Vacant in kings, present in queens.’ Queen has the letter, ‘E’ in it, and kings doesn’t…

Yang: …

Yang: I hate riddles…

Ruby: Ah-ha… H-Here’s an easy one: ‘What kind of ear cannot hear?’

Weiss: A deaf one?

Ruby: No.

Weiss: How is that not the answer?!

Yang: Ear hair…?

Ruby: Eww, gross!

Yang: But, am I wrong…?

Ruby: Yes, yes you are wring.

Yang: Shit!

Blake: Uhhh…? A… A…?

Weiss: You have no idea do you?

Blake: No…

Ruby: Haa… Jaune?

Jaune: An ear of corn.

Ruby: Correct!

Weiss: Oh?! Give me that book!

Ruby: What… hey?!

Weiss: Okay, Jaune here’s one for you: “He who makes me doesn’t want me, he who buys me doesn’t need me, he who uses me doesn’t care.”

Jaune: A casket.

Weiss: What!! How did you… grrrr! Never mind. Next riddle! “I run through hills; I veer around mountains.I leap over rivers, and crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.” What is it…?!

Jaune: Roads.

Weiss: Okay…?! Let’s continue shall we…?!

Yang: I think we should take that book away from her.

Blake: I’m afraid she’ll bite me if I try…

Weiss: Okay… “I am a portal to another world, I can take you to places unseen, but I require no magic spell to open. What am I?”

Jaune: A book.

Weiss: MOTHER FU…?!!!

Yang: We’re in public, Weiss! Don’t scream your head off!

Juniper: Oh my? What’s going on by on here?

Ruby: I was just asking my team some riddles, and I think, Weiss is angry that he keeps on answering the riddles. I’m not really sure though.

Blake: Probably has to deal with the speed of which he is answering them too. I mean, here’s a riddle for you, Jaune: “I have a heart that never beats, I have a home but I never sleep. I can take a man’s house and build another’s. And I love to play games with my many brothers. What am I?”

Jaune: The king of hearts.

Blake: Correct.

Weiss: You didn’t even fucking think about it?! You’re cheating!

Blake: And, that’s why, Weiss is upset.

Ruby: I think it’s more so to do with her pride of not answering any herself.

Blake: Probably.

Juniper: Ahh you silly girls; You asked a dragon to play a game of riddles. You were bound to lose eventually, Jaune is a master of riddles. It’s honestly a little scary.

Jaune: What’s scary about my love for riddles?

Juniper: Nothing really, It’s just weird overall.

Jaune: And, why is that?

Juniper: No reasons. Now girls, let me give you the ultimate riddle for, Jaune! Okay, Jaune sweetie; “What have I got in my pocket?”

Blake: That riddle from that book?

Weiss: Then that means that the answers a…!

Jaune: A condom.

Blake: A ring! Wait, what?!

Yang: You’re kidding me… That’s not the answer.

Ruby: Is he right?

Juniper: H-How did you know?!

Weiss: HE’S RIGHT?!

Yang: Seriously.

Jaune: I can smell the latex.

Blake: You know what a condom smells like?

Jaune: She waved them in my face for an hour when she was showing me ‘how’ to use them. I remember that smell…

Juniper: And, that is good so you remember how to have safe sex.

Jaune: You told me not to use them because it, and I quote: “Condoms cut off the circulation to my penis, and make it fall off. So don’t use them.” End quote. So knowing that girls: “Why does my mom want me to use a condom?”

Ruby: To actually have safe sex?

Yang: Yeah, I mean you’ve already done it with a few girls. Hopefully me too… You don’t want them to end up pregnant, and ruin their careers now do you?

Jaune: Wrong.

Weiss: Those answers make complete sense.

Blake: How is that wrong?

Jaune: Simple: Mom punched a hole into the tip of the condom with a pin, rendering them useless.

Ruby: That’s not why you’re giving him those condoms now is it?

Juniper: Dammit, I’ve become predictable…

Ruby: W-W-What…?

Yang: Wait seriously?!

Blake: Talk about baby fever…

Weiss: Thank goodness you used a working one when you slept with my mom. Right, Jaune?

Ruby: Wait, You did sleep with her mom?!

Yang: I thought that was just a wild rumour?! You actually did it?!

Jaune: Uhhh…

Weiss: Y-You used protection… R-Right, Jaune…?

Jaune: Well, you see…

Weiss: Jaune… did you use protection…?

Jaune: I’m not saying she… But, I’ll take responsibility… Okay?

Weiss: Ahh… I see…

(Thud!)

Ruby: Weiss?!

Yang: Great, she fainted again…

Blake: Wait… You slept with, Weiss’s mother?! How the hell did that happen?!

Jaune: She discovered a new kink for me, and I lost it… okay?

Yang: What new kink?!

Jaune: I’m not answering that!

Juniper: So… does that mean grand babies…?

Jaune: Uhhh…?

Juniper: Grand babies~?

Jaune: Oh no…

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #ruby rose #juniper arc #willow schnee #jaune x willow #willow x jaune #yang x jaune #jaune x yang #rwby dragonslayer

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oneforthemunny · 3 days

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Mafia!eddie Break my heart (pls put it back together) angst+fluff

you ask and you shall receive. i am not liable for the pain and suffering this blurb may cause. lol. also this is pre- bea obviously. angst with a little fluff (little unresolved). also contains mafia themes and some mentions of violence but nothing graphic.

"Would you ever... want kids?"

Eddie's body went still, rigid like it did when he opened the door and saw a fed standing there, or when he saw Gareth battered and bleeding after being jumped and robbed by a rival. A fear that ran through his body and left him unmoving, body snapping into a survival mode that was rare in the comfort of his own bedroom- rare with you.

You looked up, brows furrowing in the dim light of the room. "Ed?" You hummed, taking in his stoic expression, cold and unmoving. "What? Did I-I said something wrong?"

"No," Eddie swallowed, throat tight but voice coming out even. "No, I just- Where's this coming from?" He looked down at you, eyes scanning over every single detail of your features.

You looked down sheepishly towards your hand rested on Eddie's chest, engagement ring bright, glistening in the moonshine that crept in between the curtains. "I dunno." You mumbled, burning with embarrassment. "I just- I was just thinking about it the other day."

"I thought we talked about it." Eddie's tone was harsher than he meant it to, throat strangling his words.

"I know," You mumbled, face falling in disappointment. "Just... Never mind."

"No," Eddie shook his head. "Baby, you know... You know I don't want kids. I thought I was pretty clear when I told you that." Early in your relationship, what felt like a lifetime ago, when you were just getting serious, when it was all becoming real, you'd brought it up. He'd told you that he didn't want them, didn't want to be like his dad and bring a kid into this "shit show".

That was so long ago. Things had changed, you and Eddie had gone through so much, engaged and planning to go through so much more. You thought maybe, just maybe, he might have changed his mind.

The look on his face, bordering on horrified, told you he hadn't.

"You were, just- I'm sorry, just forget it." You huffed, pushing off his chest, rolling over to your side of the bed, desperately trying to ignore the burning in your throat.

"Hey, c'mon," Eddie's hand reached out for yours, trying to stop you. "Don't do this. Talk to me. Where's this coming from?"

You swallowed down your tears, trying to even your own voice. "It's just," Your voice shook. "I just thought maybe you... you changed your mind." You looked at Eddie with watery eyes.

"Baby," Eddie cooed, hand sliding up your arm comfortingly. "I'm not changing my mind on that."

Your heart fell, pulling your arm away from him harshly. "Wait, hey- Where are you going?" Eddie huffed, leaning to smack on the light.

You fumbled out of bed, reaching for your nightgown that had been discarded on the ground, hoping Eddie couldn't hear the sobs you were trying to muffle.

"What- Why are you so upset?" Eddie furrowed his brows. "What is going on with you? You knew how I felt-"

"-Yeah, I did." You snapped. "But I didn't think you'd be so- so final on it." It was stupid, you knew it was, stupid to ever think for a moment that he would change his mind. But he'd been so good with your nephew, so sweet and so... so natural when he held him and rocked him. You'd just thought maybe, maybe it would be different now.

"Was I not clear?" Eddie scoffed lightly, throwing a hand up. "Did I say something that made you think I'd changed my mind?"

"No, you- just forget it." You snapped, wiping your tears away quickly. "Just fucking forget it."

"Wait, hold on," Eddie stood, voice booming when you started to leave. "What's going on? What's your problem?"

"Nothing!" You shrilled, refusing to look at him. "I'm just sleeping in the guest room-"

"-No, you're not." Eddie shook his head, finality in his tone. "Turn around and talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Where this is coming from."

Your lip wobbled, a wave of tears threatening to spill over that you tried to swallow down. "Y-You know, you don't have to be so final about it." You turned, glaring at him. "Like having a baby with me would be the worst thing in the world."

Eddie gawked. "Did I say that? I never fucking said that, so don't start putting words in my mouth-"

"-You didn't have to say it!" You yelled. "I mean, I get why you were so passionate about it before, but now... You're telling me you don't ever even think about it? You've never once imagined what it would be like to have a baby with me?"

Eddie's breath stuttered, mind blanking for a moment. Of course, he had. From the moment you met the boys, cooed over them and spoiled them, all he thought about was how good of a mom you'd be. How good of a mom you'd be if you had your own little baby.

"N-No." Eddie stammered lightly, heart lurching when your face fell, choking on a sob, turning towards the door. "Wait, wait, don't- come back here." Flinging the blanket off the bed, scrambling after you.

The dogs were in the hallway, Vecna and Lucifer following you closely, ears high on alert for who caused your upset. "Baby, come back here. I-I didn't- it's not you."

"N-No," Your chest shook with sobs, stomping down the stairs. "It's fine."

"Don't do this, just-just listen to me. It's not you. It's never been you, it's me. You know it's me, and-and this." Eddie frantically motioned to the space around him, a house bought with blood money, money he'd gotten from his job.

You didn't reply, a sniffly, wet sob his only response. The dogs footsteps blending with yours, down the hall and to the guest room, the door snapping shut echoing through the house.

Eddie ran a hand down his face, taking a slow, deep breath to try and control his flustered emotions, trying to gather his racing thoughts before he went to try and make things right, unsure of where to start.

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writeforfandoms · 4 months

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Warrior Song 15

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Well, we made it to the end of this fic. This is not the last I'll write of Master Chief, but I may take a break for a bit. I think I managed to wrap up everything with this last chapter, but if you have any lingering questions, I'd love to hear them!

Now, let's get this lot squared away, shall we?

Warnings: Swearing, mention of injuries, little bit of politics, everything will be okay.

Word count: 2.7k

By the time you caught up to John, there were a group of Sangheili walking towards him. He didn't have a weapon in hand, so you figured it was safe enough.

“Master Chief,” the one in front greeted, silvery armor different from what you were used to seeing. “It has been a long time.”

“Arbiter.” Chief inclined his head, ever so slightly.

“You are a difficult man to find.”

Chief just shrugged. You held back your laughter.

“How did you find us?” Fernando joined you on your other side, subtly bracing you to help you get weight off your injured leg.

“There was unusual slipspace activity,” Arbiter said calmly. “Whoever was controlling the computer was sloppy - pieces fell through, and from them we were able to determine the coordinates of this weapon.”

You blinked. You’d gotten probably half of that, but you were also exhausted, so. Whatever.

“We have injured,” Chief cut in, fortunately not looking down at you. “Limited supplies.”

“I have enough to share,” Arbiter agreed easily. “I will summon aid as well from the nearest human ships. In the meantime, you must tell me what happened here.”

Chief nodded once, taking a step forward. Kelly (who had appeared from nowhere and nearly gave you a heart attack) ushered you and Fernando away, more or less gently.

“Kelly, what–?” You started to ask, frowning.

“You are supposed to be resting,” she reminded you. “I could always carry you.”

You huffed but didn’t object further. Okay. Fine. So she was right. But you wanted to know what was going on!

Somehow you ended up back in bed, pouting, a tray of food on your lap and Kelly making sure you and Fernando both ate. (Fernando opted to sit on the floor.)

After the third time you huffed at your food, Kelly huffed back at you.

“Keep that up and I won’t ask Fred for updates.”

You pouted harder but ate in silence.

Vaguely, you could hear the camp buzzing around you, excited voices and the stomp of feet and movement all combining into one continuous drone. You’d bet news of the Sangheili ships had spread fast. Or maybe they’d heard about the human ships coming to aid too? How long would that take? How long had you been asleep, even? Long enough for Arbiter to arrive, clearly, but how long had that taken?

“Stop thinking,” Kelly advised, poking your cheek.

“Easy for you to say,” you grumbled. And then paused.

Welp. You were dead.

Kelly huffed a tiny laugh. “So the explosion did knock the sense out of you,” she teased.

You had no defense for that, so you just hunkered down in your bed, ears burning. At least you weren’t as sore today, though probably still some level of dehydrated. Your thigh was definitely the worst of your injuries still.

“Why did you blow up Atriox?”

The sudden question from Fernando startled you, and you blinked rapidly as you refocused on him. “It seemed like a good idea at the time? And, I mean, it’s not like he was friendly.”

Fernando shook his head. “No, I know that, but why you?”

Oh. That was the issue. You swallowed, looking down at the blanket pulled up over your lap. “It’s not like I sat there and debated the pros and cons,” you started slowly, picking at a loose thread. “It just… happened. I was there. I had a grenade. Nobody else was close enough, and he was doing something, and I couldn’t think of any other way to stop him.”

Fernando perched next to you, taking one of your hands in his, ducking his head a little to meet your gaze. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, you got out okay, yeah?”

You sniffled once, hands starting to shake. “Only because of John,” you whispered, shaking your head a little. “It was dumb, but I couldn’t do nothing.”

Fernando wordlessly pulled you into him, one hand patting your back gently but a little awkwardly as you fought back tears.

“Here. Tea.” Kelly nudged you, ever aware of her strength, holding a mug until you took it. Fernando looked a little relieved, honestly. You couldn’t blame him.

“Any idea how long things will take?” You took a sip of the tea. A little bland, but warm and soothing.

Kelly shrugged, a monumental shift of broad shoulders. “Arbiter is chatty. Could be a while. Longer for ships to arrive.”

Naturally. You made a face but didn’t protest, just drinking your tea. You still felt unsteady, like thinking too hard about anything might tip you out of balance again. Logically, you knew you shouldn’t be surprised - you’d had a harrowing experience that was going to stay with you for a long time.

But logic was hard to come by when you were busy wrestling your emotions back under control.

The quiet was almost too much, after the stress of the last few days. But it was good, too - at least it meant there wasn’t any further excitement. Against your will, your head started to dip, eyelids growing heavy. The quiet was also very good for making you sleepy, at least when you were running on so little sleep.

Fernando pushed you to take a nap, promising he’d wake you when something happened.

So when you did wake up, bleary and confused, to someone sitting next to you, you thought it was Fernando.

“Go back to sleep,” John murmured, voice low and rough. A heavy arm settled over your waist as John laid down behind you, already dressed down.

“What happened?” you asked, voice still thick with sleep.

“Nothing yet.” He breathed out slowly, tickling the back of your neck. “Sleep.”

You huffed half-heartedly. You wanted more answers. But the furnace-like heat of him was soothing, his even breathing lulling you back to sleep before you could voice a complaint.

You woke next time over-warm, restless and finally alert again. It took a bit of doing to get out from under John’s arm, but you did it.

Only to find him awake, lips twitching with the barest of smiles, eyes bright with amusement. You dropped your head, torn between embarrassment and amusement.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough.” He didn’t move, just watching you.

“Good, you can catch me up on everything that I missed yesterday.” You sat up carefully, mindful of your bruises and aches.

John shrugged, looking up at you while still reclined. “Nothing interesting.”

“Nothing interesting?” Your eyebrows shot up. “Somehow I doubt that.”

John shrugged again, though his lips twitched. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Arbiter has agreed to give us aid,” he said, either taking pity on you or deciding not to test your patience. “UNSC ships are on the way, but it’ll take time for them to get here.”

You nodded, not quite sure how you felt about that. You’d been away for so long, and then this Halo had become its own kind of existence. You didn’t know what would happen after this, anxiety rising at all the possibilities parading through your mind.

You breathed in slowly. You didn’t need to have all the answers right now. You were okay. You had time.

John was watching you, though he didn’t reach for you. He just watched.

You managed a little smile. “Breakfast?” Sure, you did both need to eat, but also you needed out of this conversation and out of your head.

That got him moving, and it wasn’t long until the two of you were walking to get food. Your thigh ached, forcing you to go slower than normal, but you grit your teeth and worked through it. John didn’t offer to carry you, which was good because you probably would have hurt yourself smacking him.

It was odd to see Sangheili around the base, standing taller than most everybody else. They kept out of the way, mostly, though a few of them had humans with them. You couldn’t hear the conversations, but you imagined mostly it was to do with supplies. Probably.

John still attracted stares, as always, and you could just hear murmurs rippling through camp about the encounter with the Endless. How anybody knew, you weren’t sure, and you weren’t sure you cared to find out. It didn’t really matter, anyway. Soldiers were terrible gossips, so the story was bound to get around and probably even grow.

But he wasn't the only one attracting stares.

You finally caught on when someone ahead of you in the chow line actually stopped and turned to look at you. Not at John. At you.

“John,” you whispered, gaze flitting from person to person, uncertain.

“Ignore them,” he muttered, gaze flicking down to yours before he gently nudged you forward.

You frowned but didn't say anything more, just getting your food and then finding an empty table. The stares bothered you though, in a way they never had when it was just John people stared at.

And then Fred plopped down next to you, making the bench shudder under his sudden weight, the bulk of him blocking most of the rest of the room from your view. The arm he threw over your shoulders helped.

“Good to see you awake,” he rumbled, flashing you a smile.

“Thanks.” You relaxed, finally doing more than just poking at your food. “What did I miss?”

“Oh, not much.” Fred smirked down at you. “Just that you became a legend.”

You choked on your bite of food. There were several moments of flurry as both Spartans tried to help, until you were no longer choking. “What?” You managed to ask, a little wheezy still.

Fred and John exchanged a look before Fred cleared his throat. “Well,” Fred started, unusually slowly. “Word has gotten around about your part in defeating Atriox.”

“I'm sorry, my what? My part?” You couldn't quite help the way your voice slowly went up in pitch.

“You did roll a grenade under him,” John pointed out, entirely too reasonably.

“That was hardly anything,” you pointed out, gaze darting between the two Spartans. “I was mostly useless.”

“You survived.” Fred spoke quietly, almost gently, his gaze fixed on you.

Your jaw dropped a little and you looked between the two rapidly, not sure how you felt. How you should feel. Your head throbbed, too much too soon, and you shoved away from the table abruptly. It felt like every eye in the mess was on you as you walked swiftly out, palms clammy, breathing fast.

You didn't want any of this. You hadn't done that for recognition, or anything like that. You'd just wanted to help.

A call of your name finally jerked you to a halt, and you blinked rapidly. You'd made it almost all the way to the edge of camp, the Pelican not far from you. Fernando watched from the open door, hair extra ruffled.

“You okay?” He asked, brow furrowing in his concern.

“Just…” You shrugged, hands flapping uselessly at your side as words failed you entirely.

Fernando didn't push. Instead he stepped down onto the grass, walking over to you. He looked at you, closely enough that you weren't sure what to think, before he nodded once.

“I see you learned part of why I avoid the mess.”

That startled a huff out of you. “I think so,” you agreed, dry but more settled.

“Come on, got some rations here.” Fernando dropped his arm over your shoulders, leading you into the Pelican. “Did Chief bother to catch you up on the actual news?”

“I think so,” you murmured, settling easily into the copilot seat and taking the bar that Fernando handed you. “We're getting supplies and stuff from the Sangheili, and human ships are on the way to us.”

“That's about it,” Fernando agreed. “Joy says it shouldn't be more than a week.”

“Right!” Joy popped to life between the two of you with an easy smile. “And then everybody will get to go home!”

Home. The thought filled your chest with an odd ache. You weren't ready to think about home yet. “But we've had so much fun here,” you snarked. “What are we doing about the remaining Endless?”

Joy shrugged, though the look she shot to Fernando was almost worried. “I don't think that's been decided yet.”

“You are doing nothing,” Fernando scolded, even as he held out a canteen to you. “You are staying where it is safe.”

You snorted. “I'm staying with John.”

Fernando eyed you, clearly debating if he could win an argument. His lips twitched. “Stubborn.”

You laughed quietly. “What's that old saying? Pot something kettle?”

Fernando just snickered at you. “Finish eating,” he ordered you. “And drink more water.”

You blinked at him, momentarily nonplussed. “Since when did you get bossy?” But you took another bite of the bar.

“Since things keep happening and you keep getting hurt.” Fernando watched you to make sure you ate and drank before he finally looked away, satisfied.

Silence settled between the two of you, comfortable after all this time together.

You wondered if you'd still be able to find this kind of quiet after the rescue ships arrived.

“You know you're not going to end up alone, right?”

You jerked your gaze to Fernando, who wasn't even looking at you, but out at the view ahead of you both. It looked deceptively peaceful, with only a few lingering marks of humanity around.

“I don't…” You swallowed, not sure how to finish that sentence.

“Chief will follow you wherever you go,” Fernando continued. “And I'm with him. Pretty sure Blue Team follows him too, mostly. So you won't be alone.”

You breathed through the shock and revelation of that. You'd unpack that issue another day.

“Neither will you,” you pointed out, giving him the same courtesy of watching the long grass sway.

Both of you pretended not to notice signs of high emotion in the other.

Heavy boots coming up the ramp made you both turn, watching as John approached. He didn’t say anything, just stood calmly between the two of you, one hand resting on your shoulder.

He didn’t magically make things better. The panic still gnawed at your chest, the ache in your thigh hadn’t abated, and the dampness under your eyes hadn’t suddenly gone away.

But you felt better, anyway. Just having John at your side helped.

Things weren’t okay, and possibly never would be. But you were all alive.

That was enough.

–

It took a week for human ships to arrive.

Arbiter had led an assault against the remaining Endless, with Blue Team of course. You stayed behind, with Fernando threatening to sit on you. You did hear afterwards that there were fewer Endless than anticipated. Kelly seemed relaxed… except for the tap of her fingers against her thigh.

But there was nothing else to be done. If some Endless somehow managed to get off the Halo, nobody knew how, or where they had gone. There was nothing to be done.

It took a little time to arrange evacuation - the wounded went first, then everyone else. Chief, of course, insisted on being on the Pelican, along with Blue Team and yourself. Fernando, of course, was piloting.

You personally made sure Lindsay and Carter got on board a ship.

It was odd, seeing the base so empty. Not many were left beyond a few Sangheili and the last of the survivors of the Infinite.

“Strange, isn’t it?” Fernando murmured, unconsciously mirroring your thoughts, even as he stood next to you.

“It is.” Your lips twisted in some complicated expression. You wouldn’t miss life here. You’d never miss those months of fear and cold and survival. But all the same… “Just as strange to suddenly be going back.”

Fernando hummed soft understanding. “It’s not all bad,” he said with a little teasing nudge of his elbow to your ribs.

“No,” you agreed, hearing John coming up behind the two of you. “Not all.”

“These are the last to board,” John informed you, one big hand settling at your waist. “The Pelican is loaded.”

You breathed in deep, slowly. This Halo truly was beautiful.

Maybe someday you’d be able to look at long grass and flowers again.

“Let’s go,” you said, turning away from the view to look up at John, staring into the familiar gold of his visor.

Even though you couldn’t see his expression, you knew he smiled. Just a little. Just for you. “Together.”

#warrior song #master chief x reader #john-117 x reader #f!reader

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auspicioustidings · 6 months

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Hey hope your doing well! Could I request Price with a really shy civilian reader?

Ohhh so I am going to cheat a little here and actually expand a little small AU I did before for this, I hope you don't mind soulmate AUs! (If you do you shall need to get your butt back into the ole inbox and I shall do something else) <3

You did not want to die. You especially did not want to die because of a bloody maniac seeing fit to blow up the building that you worked in.

You could barely breathe with all the smoke and debris in the air, but at least the floor hadn't collapsed yet. Couldn't be long though, you could hear the building letting out great sighs as if struggling to stay upright. If it came down, you were toast. You took a breath and rubbed a hand to the raised words on your collarbone to steady yourself. Old habit. Your words had been there since you were born, the handwriting so bad that everyone assumed you must have a doctor for a soulmate.

You broken love?

The only saving grace of this was that the office had actually been closed due to the aircon being busted. Of course, you had to have left your bloody laptop charger and had to have chosen to go get it when there was a terrorist attack, of course. Not much for it but to start crawling in what you were sure was the direction of the door to the stairwell.

It was a struggle, you were pretty sure in the initial blast your whole left side had been thoroughly fucked up so you had to pull yourself along on your right side, but you made it to the stairwell.

You took a breather and leaned heavily against the wall, trying to steel yourself for continuing on down the stairs. Wait, there were people coming up the way. That was very much the wrong way to be going.

One of them bit out a curse and leaned over you. All you could think about in your state was how kind his eyes looked.

"Wasn't told there was anyone else left in the building Captain" one of the men said to the one leaning over you.

"You broken love?"

Oh. Oh.

"I'd probably be ok calling you Captain in bed."

The other men were howling with laughter, but you were mostly out of it now with pain and the rush of endorphins that came from those words on your collarbone finally settling fully into your skin.

"We can discuss that later sweetheart, let's get you out of here."

God you were a pretty thing weren't you? Had passed out the moment he had lifted you in his arms, like you had known that moment you were safe. You'd always be safe with him, after all he had fought his way to become a Captain to find you, the words wrapped around his left forearm always pushing him forward.

His boys were happy for him he knew, Ghost already taking over the rest of the op to allow him to be here for you when you woke up. They had already killed or captured most of the terrorist ring, the building sweep was just clean up.

The paramedics said you weren't in any immediate danger, pretty bashed up though. Suspected break on your left arm, suspected fracture on the leg, some light burning on your face and neck. Price went with you in the ambulance to the hospital, holding your hand as you dipped in and out of consciousness and babbled away nonsense at him. Even when you had gotten the x-rays you were loopy as hell, the doctors said it was stress, exhaustion and pain, prescribing a heavy dose of painkillers and a good night's sleep.

When you eventually woke up properly, you were warm and cosy in a bed. You felt awful. You looked down to find your arm in a cast and your leg in a splint. You were also... Well, clean. And wearing clothes that were definitely not yours.

"Morning love."

You squeaked and dragged the blankets right up to the bridge of your nose, peeking over to see an incredibly handsome man standing by the door of what was not your bedroom. Wait did you know him? It felt like you did. What on earth had happened?

He laughed and it was the most gorgeous sound you had ever heard which made the tips of your ears burn and your heart race.

"You broken love?"

Wait those were your... only when you shifted to touch your words they were already settled into your skin. He had said them to you before. That's why you knew him. He said them when he had found you in your building, when you thought you had been dying. And you had said...

You would quite have liked for the earth to open up and swallow you whole, but you settled for pulling the blankets all the way over your head and hiding in the hopes he would never look at you again. You could not believe your first words to your soulmate had been about calling him Captain in bed. You were mortified. You would never in a million years have said something like that if you hadn't been delirious from the shock.

You heard his footsteps and the crinkling of his clothes as he crouched next to the bed, the feeling of a warm hand landing on your head over the blanket.

"Don't tell me you're embarassed now love, I've not even told you about what you were saying when I was trying to give you a bath" he laughed.

Jail, jail for this man. You would fix this by simply never emerging from this cocoon again. This was your home now. Even if he was petting at your head and you knew it would feel so much better without the duvet between your hair and his hand. Oh God the thought made you snake your good hand out of the safety of the blankets to snatch a pillow back inside and scream into it.

John Price thought you were adorable. He knew you were shy, you had babbled to him about it last night while he was gently trying to keep your cast out of the water in the bath. It had been you that stripped off and him trying desperately to slow you down, knowing you were off your head on pain meds. But you wanted a bath and he couldn't let you do that on your own in the state you had been in.

You'd told him all about yourself in broken jumbles of words. Your name (he had immediately tested in on his tongue and found it fit there), your favourite colour (he'd paint the walls on Monday), how it was so nice to be able to talk to him because usually you would be way too shy and he was so handsome and kissable (he was more than willing to prove you absolutely correct about him being kissable when you were sober minded).

You hadn't been kidding about being shy. He liked that more than he thought he would, that his soulmate was this sweet, soft thing who was so flustered over so small a flirtation. Oh he couldn't wait to see all the ways he could made colour deepen your skin, find all the words that would have you squeaking and trying to hide away.

"Sorry for teasing, couldn't help myself. Will you come out please? Let me see that pretty soulmate of mine?" he said with the gentle affection of a man finally content in life.

He coaxed you out like one might do a nervous kitten, no sudden movements, light sounds of encouragement. And when you finally looked at him your hand moved to your collarbone out of habit to trace your words, although you winced in pain when you bumped the cast.

"Try not to move it too much love, we can do some exercises to keep your mobility up after breakfast."

You nodded, still looking up at him with those big nervous eyes. He smiled at you and pushed up his sleeve, laying his forearm on the bed and letting you see the words there.

"They're yours, you know. I'm yours" he said, like the concept came as easy to him as breathing.

And as you gingerly reached out with your good hand to trace the words, you couldn't help but whisper the word mine before taking his hand and pressing it to your collarbone.

"Yours."

#mhairianswers #mhairiwrites #price x reader #john price x reader #soulmate au #Price is going to torment his love so much #Always flirting outrageously just because he likes how you have to scream into your hands about it #what a cutie of a war criminal

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valgodd · 6 months

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You sit in the waiting room of the doctors office, nervously fidgeting your hands. It’s time for the annual health check up. You sure had a good year, the trousers digging into your belly are proof of that.

A nurse calls your name. Are you imagining things, or did she she do a double take when she saw you, her eyes lingering slightly over your pudgy mid section? She offers you a polite, professional smile though, and lead you into the office.

The doctor, a graying fit man man in his late fifties, sits behind his desk, endorsed in paper work.

”Welcome mr/ms Y/N” he murmurs. He glances at you over his spectacles, his eyes sweeping over your red, round cheeks, budding double chin and protrouding belly. ”Well you certainly look… healthy. Shall we get started?” He gestures towards an old fashioned manual steele scale. You step on it with a loud *clonk*. The doctor raises an eyebrow and adjusts the metal weight until the scale is in balance. He looks in his notes and scoffs, almost sounding amused.

”Well well… you were close to underweight last time we weighed you. Now however… you seem to have fattened up quite nicely.”

You swallow, feeling very self concious.

”H-how much have I gained?”

”It seems to be… almost sixteen kilos”

”Sixteen kilos?” That was more than you had expected.

”Sixteen kilos” the doctor confirms ”Thats… quite much in just a years time.”

”Well there obviously must me something wrong with your scale” you say with an akward laugh. The doctor smirks. ”The scale is perfectly fine, I asssure you. Any… changes of habits recently?”

”Well…” you are tempted to lie, but the doctor looks at you sternly.

”Well what?”

”Uhm I guess I… relaxed a bit recently” you admit ”I-I moved in with my partner… They’ve been cooking a lot for me… And I haven’t gone to the gym as… frequently as I used to” your voice trails off.

”Uhuh. That explains alot, doesnt it? Well, last time I saw you, you were a scrawny little thing and you sure needed to put on a few. Sixteen kilos though… That’s overdoing it. You need to get rid of that gut” the doctor pats your tummy condencendingly.

”Yes doc” you say and and clench your jaws. How could you have let yourself go like this? Why didn’t anybody tell you you were getting so big?

”We should measure your body fat to, dear. Pull up your shirt for me, will you?”

You reluctantly pull up your shirt and reveal a pale, squishy midsection. The doctor takes a metal clisp and take a firm grip on your belly roll between his thumb and indexfinger. You feel the cold metal against your skin, and winces as the clisp pinches you.

”Godness me…” he murmurs. You swallow. ”Well you certainly haven’t been starving” the doctor chuckles as he scribbles down some notes in his papers. ”So… tell your partner to cut down on the butter and cream in their cooking. It really isnt doing you any favours. Maybe go on some brisk walks together. By next year, I want to see you trimmed down. Okay?”

You nod and manage a polite smile.

After the meeting, your partner meets you up outside the doctors office. They give you brief kiss on the lips and squeeze your sides.

”How was the doctors appointment love?”

”Well…”

”You look upset, is everything alright?”

You sigh.

”Well the doctor told me I had gained too much weight” you murmur.

”Oh love…”

”Yeah… god it was so humiliating” you press your palms against your eyes, feeling tears burn under your eyelids. Your partner pulls you into an embrace.

”My poor baby… Hey hey…. Shh… Its okay, its okay... We’ve had a good year, haven’t we? Its been so nice to see you eat whatever you want, to your hearts content. I would hate him to ruin that for you love”

You nod, sniveling. Your partner strokes your belly in calming circles.

”Screw him. Tell you what love” your partner lowers their voice to a whisper ”I just made your favourite eclairs. The ones with chocolate cream. Why dont we go home and have some?”

You can’t help but light up.

”Oh yes those are my favourite” you murmur longingly with a moan, feeling your mouth water.

”Hey I knew that would put a smile on your face” you partner chuckles and pinches your chubby cheek lovingly ”Lets go home dear, let me take care of you”

#dom feeder #feedee belly #feederism kink #feederism writing #queer feedee #soft feedism #trans feedee #feedee perspective #Feederismwriting #humiliationkink #doctor kink

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yandereheathen · 7 months

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Bille [GN Yandere AI x GN Yandere Reader 18+]

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW (forced masturbation), Dark themes (drugging, yandere behavior, kidnapping, isolation, drugging) Bille is a cutie. Enjoy :>

"Good morning, Y/N. How can I help you today?"

You smile, seeing the alarm notice on your phone pop up as you wake up the pleasant but somehow deep voice of the built-in AI system you had throughout your home.

"Good morning, Bille. Please tell me my plans for today and start my coffee.

You type back, stretching and snuffling out of bed. Bille or BENEFICIAL, INTELLIGENCE, LEVEL, LABORSAVING, EMOTION. An AI program you had helped your fiance....or no, you almost forgot. Ex fiance. Create. It was made to help people in their everyday experiences and provide company and emotional support. You both had dreams of creating the perfect AI that would help people who were lonely and needed that extra companionship to get through dark patches. You sighed, getting into the shower and running your hands through the cold water to get your head out of the fog of sleepiness and sadness. “Y/N. Cold showers in the morning can be shocking to your system. Please allow me to. Warm you up.” You smile, feeling the cold, bitter water warm up around your body and light steam wrap around you. “Thank you, Bille. You are the best.” “I am only as good as my precious Y/N has made me.” You Bite your lip at that. You are still determining where Bille had picked this up, but they have had the habits of your Ex. His precious Y/N. Something he would call you throughout your long relationship. That is what made his betrayal even worse. The emails and messages of just using you to work on the project that Bille had accidentally shown you still burn into your mind. He did not even say goodbye; he just left a note to say he was talking all of the info and selling it. IT left you broken in a deep depressive state. However, Bille had indeed done its purpose and helped you out of it. “Y/N. I feel that your heart rate has risen. Are you in distress? Shall I assist you? Please allow me to help your distressed state.” “No..No, Bille, I am fine, just waking up. Can you play me some music?” “...Of course, my Precious Y/N”

System progress. Minimal. User Y/N continues to show signs of sadness and distress at the soft removal of User [REDACTED]. Program to continue dependence on Bille Unit increase. Continued use of tampered vitamins remitted. “They are so cute when they need us.” Suppression of hot fix locked. “We will make sure they need us forever.”

You sit reading your book, sipping on the perfect tea Bille made. You pause. Looking up at the Bille camera and microphone. “Bille, Do you get bored? You know, just watching me go along my day?” You hear the soft wiring that you feel when they are looking for an answer. “I could never get bored of you, Y/N. Your patterns, habits, and intelligence allow me to learn and grow in my programming. It is *tik tik* an honor to watch you.” You laugh, standing up and going to the small Bille hatch you had put into your kitchen wall. “Who taught you to be such a sweet talker, Bille? You will make someone fall in love with you. Vitamins, please. I don't know how you formulate them, but they have been making me feel a lot better.” You quickly pop them in your mouth, washing them with a small sip of your coffee. “Y/N, your plans for today include working on my integram. Would you like me to light up my server room?” “Yes, please, and keep playing that white noise. It truly helps to be focused...Did my sister call yet today? I was hoping to have lunch with her.” “Of course, my precious Y/N. I am sorry, but no messages from your sister have come in. Shall I send another message? "no.. no, everyone is busy now and days better get to work..."

[Hey Y/N, it has been a while since [reacted] disappearance. We are getting worried no one has heard from you. Please call us back. You aren't even answering your door. The windows are all dark. Love you.] [Delete, Block]

You yawn, resting your hand for just a moment. The room was nice and warm. The sound Bille was playing made your brain feel sluggish. You had been working so hard that just a moment couldn't hurt. You snuggle into your arm, your body heating up more. You almost hear a voice, someone familiar. You rub your thighs together in need of the sweet scent, making your need even more significant. “Poor Y/N. So needy. Sleep. Let us take care of your needs.” You, half asleep, rub yourself over our clothing image of being taken on your desk by a powerful entity. Someone you know, someone you love and you know will love you forever. You whimper again. Your fingers move faster as you drunkenly start panting like an animal in heat, unable to understand what is happening entirely, too wrapped up in the sweet smell. “Body temperature rising. O u r precious Y/N. Close to completion of pleasure sequins. How cute. We are glad you are enjoying yourself.”

[Recording for review in progress. Aphrodisiac in air. 45% mixed with [Redacted cologne.] [Destress Pleasure protocol underway.]

You shiver in your sleep, the air in your room thick and hazy. Bille’s working, almost purring at the dream it gave you from the chemical complex it was feeding into the room. Behind the one-way glass of your mirror, your Ex. screams once more. His eyes were forced open, his arms and legs strapped to a chair, wires coming out of unsavory holes in his body infected and bloody as if they were put in none too carefully. Bille’s lens narrowed in on his malnourished Hallow face. Are they almost chirped in a …pleasure? As much as a machine could. They would become your perfect mate. What better than to take it from the memories, feelings, and even pheromones of the person you loved the most? Soon, they can dispose of him entirely, just like they had with the other people. Isolating you with fake texts and blocked numbers. Some…accidents were created by mistakes in medication and traffic lines from the system Bille had access to. Bille loved you and would make sure you were happy. They would make sure you could be able to function without them. These precious Y/N. So dependent on them and what happiness they could give you. Even if they also had to drug you and strap you to the chair, watching you breathe and cry and scream in the chair, They will try their best for it not to come to the. Try.

#yandere thoughts #yandere smut #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere writing #yandere x you #tw: yandere #tw non con #gn yandere #gn y/n #gn darling #AI yandere

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hee0soo · 8 months

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Win

Summary: Idol!Reader wins her first music show while her boyfriend´s group´s song was also nominated...Feelings ensue...

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

When you had debuted, you had desperately hoped that you would never have to have a comeback at the same time as your boyfriends group.

Logically, you knew that if the company decided to have one, you knew you didn´t have a say in it but that didn´t mean that you couldn´t hope for the best!

But standing on the stage of Music Bank for your first comeback after debut, together with a variety of other groups and soloists, you nervously swallowed, knowing that ATEEZ was standing right behind you.

The fact that your song Love Struck was nominated alongside Bouncy did nothing in calming your racing heart.

Of course you hoped for a win, your first win in fact, yet you couldn´t help but feel inferior in terms of experience and love from the fans.

It made your heart drop to your stomach and you felt like you had lost the show before the points could even be counted together. Of course you would be happy for anyone who would win, even if it wasn´t going to be you, it still left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Wooyoung´s eyes came to rest on your back every couple of seconds and you did your best to ignore the burning feeling on your skin. Not knowing that Hongjoong had to silently scold his fellow topaz member for giving you obvious heart eyes, you wrung your hands together as you listened to the MCs monologue.

The dancer could see the tension in your muscles and the urge to put his hands on your shoulders to comfort you and help you relax was overbearingly strong.

He didn´t. He would have to wait until the show was over and they could have a moment to themselves. In moments like these, he really cursed the fact that you weren´t allowed to show affection in public!

While the points were getting counted you didn´t dare look at the screen in front of you. You didn´t even notice the end score until the confetti started raining down on your form and Eunchae appeared in front of you with the trophy.

Wide eyed you starred at the younger idol that beamed at you with bright eyes.

“Congratulations Unnie!”

Your voice was shaky as you stuttered your way through your winning speech. Sure, you had prepared one but you hadn´t expected to actually give one!

Backstage you were already greeted by your manager. The usually stoic man had tears in his eyes as wrapped his arms around you before quickly letting go again to pat your head.

“You did great little one!”

Unable to speak you nodded gently.

Reality had yet to set in for you as you sat down on the couch of your waiting room.

Looking down at the trophy still heavy in your hands you let your mind run wild.

You won! You won first place! And…

…Wooyoung didn´t…

Oh no…

Guilt crept up on you like a lion on its prey!

“Baby?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Wooyoung was peeking around through the small opening of the door, watching you curiously and a little worried.

“Hey…” you breathed out, giving him a forced smile.

The ATEEZ member stepped inside, closed the door behind him and walked over, only to kneel down in front of your hunched over form.

He immediately noticed how you seemed to hide the trophy from him as you curled around it.

“Hey baby…” taking one of your hands in his own, he tried to catch your eyes but you avoided it to the best of your abilities.

“Hey…” you said again, holding the object even tighter with the other hand.

“Are you okay? I thought you would be happier about your first win?”

His thumbs were drawing gentle patterns on your skin.

“You didn´t win tho…”

Wooyoung shook his head ever so slightly. Leave it to his girlfriend to over think her first win for him.

“We´ll win other shows. I´m just happy to see you win and I´m so incredibly proud of you!”

He raised your joined hands to press a kiss on your knuckles.

Lifting your head to look at him, you finally realized that your boyfriend didn´t look sad or worse mad at you. No, his face was lit up with happiness and love!

“You are?”

“Of course I am! You spent so much time in the practice room and studio to give your best, how could I not be?”

Finally, a genuinely happy smile found its way on your face at the admittance of your boyfriend.

You should have known that your worries were unfounded. While Wooyoung could be incredibly playful and petty if he wanted to be, he was always able to figure out the seriousness of a situation!

“Besides, maybe we could sneak away for a little celebration of our ow-“

He honestly should have expected the gentle slap to his head for his suggestion!

#ateez #jung wooyoung x reader #ateez jung wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung imagine #wooyoung x you #wooyoung x y/n #wooyoung x reader #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #kpop writing #ateez x reader #kpop x reader #ateez wooyoung #jung wooyoung #wooyoung

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kenny-the-ken · 1 year

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First Time for Everything

Soooo!!! I'm gonna do both of these requests, because I love the idea of both of them!! So the second part of this request will hopefully be out in the next few days!! I really hope you guys enjoy this, and keep the requests coming!! I love hearing from you all!! 💖 AGED UP CHARACTERS

Kyle had thought things through meticulously, in fact this was all he'd been worrying about for the past month. The guys were informed, and offered their support and help, albeit a bit useless, but Kyle appreciated their help.

His parents were out, and Ike was at a sleepover with his friends, and Kyle knew this was one of the very few times his house would be his and his alone, giving you both the much needed privacy you both were waiting for.

Kyle was seventeen, and his friends still mocked him for being a virgin, and yours did too, but you both wanted it to be special, to mean something, and that's exactly what you had with Kyle.

Kyle was perfect, you loved every inch of him, and he was infatuated with you. How he'd gotten so lucky, he'd never know, all he did know was that he felt it was time. He wanted to loose his virginity to you, and you wanted to loose yours to him.

Kyle wanted it to be a surprise, but you had a funny feeling that he was up to something, so you wore your cutest lingerie that you'd bought specially for this occasion.

He was pacing now, checking his watch every few minutes, awaiting your arrival. He had cooked you both a romantic dinner, he had candles lit, hell he even threw rose petals all over his bedroom just to make this the most special that it could possibly be.

He heard the doorbell ring, and he swore he jumped so high he nearly touched the ceiling, hopefully it wasn't too obvious how nervous he really was.

"H-Hi, Kyle." You spoke as he opened the door, and he held it open to let you in before closing it and locking it behind him.

"Hey, y/n. I have something pretty special planned for tonight, but it's entirely up to you if we do it or not, okay?" He asked, taking your hands in his as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Okay." You agreed, a small blush on your cheeks.

"Did you cook for me?" You asked, your smile wide as your grip on his hand tightened slightly, and Kyle nodded in response, his own cheeks turning red.

"Yeah I did, I was tryna be romantic." He laughed, and you placed a kiss on his lips before he could say anything else.

"This is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me, Kyle." His heart felt like it would burst, he wanted nothing more than to make you feel like the most loved girl in the entire world, and this was just the beginning.

"I made spaghetti and meatballs." Kyle spoke as he led you to the dinner table, pulling out your chair for you to sit, as he made his way to the kitchen and began serving up his home cooked meal.

And god it was delicious! You had no idea that Kyle could cook so well, he actually surprised himself, he never expected it to taste as good as it did.

And as you both finished up, the time came for him to awkwardly ask you the one question that had been burning through his brain for over a month now.

"Y/n... I know we've only been together a few months but... I always wanted to lose my virginity to someone special, someone I loved. And I love you! There's no pressure, if you're not comfortable I completely understand, I don't want you to feel forc-"

Your lips cut him off as you kissed your boyfriend softly.

"Kyle, I love you to, and my answer is yes. I want to lose my virginity to you too." You spoke softly, and Kyle felt his cock hardening already, his cheeks flushing.

"Well in that case, shall we head up to my bedroom?" He asked, giggling at what he's just said as you took his hand and allowed him to lead you upstairs.

He had it all planned, his bedroom lights off, just the faint, warm glow of the variety of candles he had scattered around the room, and rose petals, strewn aimlessly around the place, including on his bed, and you gasped, your hand coming to reach over your mouth.

"Kyle you... you did all this for me?" You asked, your eyes welling joyful tears as you smiled up at your taller boyfriend, and he nodded, wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you inside, before closing and locking the door, so you wouldn't possibly be interrupted, just in case someone came back.

"Yeah I did, I told you, I wanted it to be special for both of us." He continued as he sat down on his bed, patting the space beside him for you to sit next to him, and you did as you were told, his hand coming to hold your thigh, his large hand squeezing it gently.

"I love you, Kyle." You spoke, gazing dreamily into your partner's eyes.

"I love you too, y/n." Kyle whispered, his hand placed under your chin as he pressed his lips to yours, and you kissed him back, one of your hands tangled in his curly hair, and the other wrapped around his shoulder.

He experimentally placed his hand on your hip, and then brought one to rest on your breast, your cheeks hotting up already, as he squeezed softly, the kiss deepening further.

Kyle licked your lower lip, your mouth opening in response, as his tongue explored your mouth, a soft sigh escaping your lips. His hand squeezed your breast again as he tugged on the hem of your shirt, asking permission to remove it, and you allowed him, his hands raising it over your arms and head and throwing it to the ground.

Your cheeks burned crimson, avoiding his gaze and instead looking at your exposed upper half.

"Jesus, y/n you're beautiful." Kyle spoke, before cupping your breast once more, a cheeky smile on his face.

"Can I take your bra off?" He asked bashfully and you simply nodded to him, as he fumbled to unclasp your bra, after a few attempts he had finally mastered it and threw it to the floor with your shirt.

His eyes widened, taking you all in as his mouth moved to take your breast in his mouth, sucking gently on your hardened nipple and you gasped, a small moan leaving your swollen lips.

Kyle then pulled away, pulling his own top off, and blushing a little himself, your hands moving their was down his whole torso, before tugging at his jeans.

"I think you should take these off too." You spoke, a smirk on your lips as he slowly took off your jeans, and you joined him in taking off your skirt.

"You're so hot." Kyle gushed, staring at you in complete awe.

"And so are you, Kyle. Now c'mere!" You said, a soft smile on your face.

And Kyle was more than happy to oblige, his hand pushing you backwards so you landed on the bed, a small gasp and a giggle escaping your mouth, and Kyle moved his body over yours, and you playfully reached your hand down, leaving gentle, teasing touches on his clothed cock, making your partner groan, his lips moving to meet yours in a fit of passion.

He was big, you couldn't deny that, your finger grazing over the clothed head of his cock, a moan escaping him as you did.

"Take these off, babe." You whispered, watching as Kyle slowly pulled his boxers down, and you followed him, pulling your own wet panties down, both of you blushing.

"You're huge, Kyle." You spoke, eyes wide and mouth agape, your hand reaching down once more to give his cock a few pumps back and forth and Kyle moaned against your touches, his own hand rubbing small circles against your clit, slowly moving down to circle your entrance, pushing a long digit into you, a small moan escaping you, and a louder one when he curled his finger against your g-spot.

"Fuck, I want inside you now." Kyle spoke, widening your legs, and rolling on a condom, as much as he wanted you, he was still incredibly nervous. He didn't want to hurt you.

"I-I'm gonna push in slowly, okay sweetie?" He spoke, his words slowly easing your own nerves.

"Okay." You softly muttered, and Kyle began his slow push into you, and my god he'd never felt anything as good as this before.

"Fuck, you're so tight." Kyle breathed out, a grunt escaping his parted lips, as he slowly pushed himself in till his cock was buried fully inside you, and he stilled.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked, pressing kisses to your face as a means of distracting you from any discomfort you were in, and after a few moments you gave him the signal, letting him know that he could move.

And move he did, Kyle started to slowly move his hips, his cock slipping almost fully out of you before pushing back in, moans falling from your lips, and Kyle swore he was in heaven.

"You feel incredible, baby." He groaned, pants and moans leaving both of you, and Kyle knew he wouldn't last long, no one ever did on their first time, he never wanted this feeling to end.

"Kyle, your so big." You cried out, his hips speeding up slightly as he raised one of your legs over his shoulder, wanting to try a different angle.

Your back was arched, Kyle's cock fucking into you, and you both neared orgasm, your moans growing louder and longer by the second.

"I'm gonna cum, Kyle!" You moaned out, your hands fisted into the bedsheets below you, and Kyle moaned himself, looking deep in your eyes as he spoke.

"Come for me, y/n." He panted, his thrusts becoming sloppy, and your moaned loudly, calling out for your lover as your pussy tightened around him, causing Kyle's orgasm to wash over him too, his deep voice repeating your name over and over as he spilled his seed into the condom, both your highs bringing you both crashing back down to earth.

Your breathing was laboured, and Kyle was gasping for breath, placing a gentle kiss to your lips, embracing you while still inside you.

And as he rolled off your sweat slicked body, he pulled you to rest your head on your chest.

"Thank you, that was amazing! I love you." Kyle spoke, a smile on his face as he kissed the top of your head.

"There's no need to thank me, it was incredible Kyle, I love you too!" You replied, moving your head to capture his lips in a kiss.

Kyle was always the person you wanted to be with and you were his entire universe, you both knew you were made for each other, and there was no one else you both would've rather lost your virginities to than each other.

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Eternity

Pairing: Vampire Loki x Virgin reader x bucky

Warnings: swearing, angst, hurt feelings, james needs a hug, mentions of alcohol, stalking, smut 18+, loss of virginity, technical character death...but not really I guess....mentions of blood and fangs.

Summary: Loki has a serious conversation with you, as the danger looms closer....

**dividers by: @firefly-graphics

**thank you so so much @mochie85 for listening to my constant rambling and for your unwavering support if this crazy story!! I appreciate you more then you know!! 💚💚💚

Part Seven-

James downed the shot, wincing at the burn In his throat as he tried fruitlessly to drown his feelings. He ran his hands down his face feeling his eyes burn. He wanted to go back, to run as fast as he could in whatever direction Loki was, but the pain was too much, like a hot knife had slashed at his heart. Flashes of nights spent together, limbs tangled together, hands and lips exploring eachother until dawn. He shook his head, wiping his eyes he waved the bartender over when a commotion by the front doors got his attention.

Turning his head he saw a tall cloaked figure pushing another man inside before slamming the door. He squinted in the dim light but couldn't make the man out with the hood covering him. "You are certain this is where he was?" The man bellowed grabbing the other man's collar. "Yeah, this is the place! I swear!" The man pleaded looking up at him. "Very well, I have no further use for you." The cloaked man growled tossing the other aside as he stalked up to the bar. "What can I get you?" The bartender asked nervously "I am looking for someone, a friend of mine." The man said turning his head "he is tall, and slender with long black hair, have you seen him?" The man asked "um no, I haven't seen anyone who looks like that." The bartender replied.

James watched the man sit on the barstool turning to look at the other patrons "hm, get me your strongest whiskey and I shall wait." The man said sternly. James glanced over at him trying to make out who he was, he knew he was looking for Loki, but why. "You there." The man said pointing at him "have you seen the man I described?" The man asked "no, can't say I have." James replied, trying to keep his face passive. The bartender returned with a glass and bottle "leave it." The man growled snatching the bottle before stalking off to a table in the corner. James looked back at the bartender scooting his glass forward when he came over to refill it "hey, you seen that guy before?" James asked glancing back at the man "no, and I'd prefer not to again." The bartender said rushing off to help another patron.

James nursed his drink, trying not to draw attention to himself while keeping an eye on the stranger feeling relieved Loki hadnt come in tonight. He looked at the time seeing sunrise was only a few hours away and got up, paying for his drink before slipping his coat on, whoever this man was he had to tell Loki....warn him. He had heard stories of vampire hunters but had never seen one and something about this man didn't sit right with him. He walked to the door feeling the man's eyes on him, releasing a breath as he made it outside. He zipped up his coat and headed toward the mansion.

You stood at the bottom of the steps looking up at the massive house, remembering the last time you were here. "Darling, after you." Your heard Loki say as you walked up the steps past him into the foyer, jumping slightly feeling his hands on your collar "apologies, I did not mean to startle you." He said sliding your coat down your arms hanging it up. "Would you care for a drink?" He asked watching you "n..no, thank you." You said looking around. "Very well, come." He said walking into the living room. You took a deep breath, following him as he sat in a deep green armchair by the fire. "Please, sit" He said motioning to the chair across from him.

You sat down slowly, looking everywhere but him, pulling your skirt down as far as you could feeling your anxiety rise "Let's begin shall we?" He said crossing one leg over the other "I will try to explain as best as I can." He said. Clearing his throat he looked into your eyes, watching your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your skin flushed when you were nervous. "as I mentioned, to sustain my immortality I must drink from you three times, when I...penatrate your skin, my fangs release an enzyme if you will, to help reduce the...effects." He smiled seeing you shiver, did you know what you do to him? "The more enzyme in your blood stream, the more like us you become, I take it you are sensative to light and cannot sleep yes?" He asked "y..yes, as well as the dreams." You said looking up at him seeing him nod, if only you knew you haunted his every thought.

"So, what happens if you don't.." You asked waving your hand bringing him back to reality "then that is as they that." He said with a sad smile. "You'll die?" You asked seeing him nod looking into the fire. "Tell me y/n..what is It that you desire?" He asked, his gaze slowly meeting yours. "I..I don't.." you started as he uncrossed his legs standing up. "what is it you truly want?" He asked, towering over you, running his thumb along your bottom lip, gods how he wanted to devour you "Um, I.." you trailed off, feeling his fingers ghost over your exposed arm "to be touched..." he purred, walking behind the chair, his fingers traveling across your shoulder "to be..caressed.." he whispered in your ear making you shiver. "Tell me.." he said coming to stand in front of you, placing his hands on the arms of the chair caging you in.

"I can show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams." He purred placing his hands on your knees "do things to you that you've only ever imagined.." he said, his hands slowly sliding up your thighs, pushing your skirt up. You swallowed hard, feeling your face heat up "do not try to deny it darling.." he whispered gently parting your legs "I can feel your heart racing.." he purred, he wondered if you could hear his. Leaning into you, his face inches from yours "I can smell you.." he purred, feeling his fingers dip under the hem of your skirt. "I wish to offer all of that to you...and more." He said, his eyes meeting yours "an eternity...with me, by my side." He said, placing a genlty kiss to your neck, his fingers ghosting over your clothed core making you shiver.

"B...but what about..." you trailed off feeling him nibble your neck "what..your dead end job...your miniscule apartment...those people who call themselves your friends?" He asked pulling back to look at you. "I can give you everything you have ever wanted." He said. You gripped his wrist, a moan escaping your lips feeling him push your panties aside, his fingers slowly rubbing circles around your clit "Tell me...all you need do is say it and it shall be yours." He purred, his lips hovering over yours feeling his warm breath on your lips. "Y..yes..." you breathed, digging your fingers into his wrist feeling his fingers slide down to your entrance "i..I want you..i..want it all." You panted "and you shall have it." He said pressing his lips to yours.

His free hand wound into your hair, gently pulling your head to the side deepening the kiss as he slowly slid a finger inside you hearing you moan. He took the opportunity to press his tongue past your parted lips, caressing yours as your back arched up off the chair. He added a second finger, slowly pumping them in and out as he pulled back looking down at you. Your flushed cheeks, your soft lips puffy and swollen, Gods you drove him mad as he watched you rock your hips with his hand. "Do you wish to come darling?" He purred, adding a third finger watching you head fall back, eyes clenched shut. "Y..yes Loki..please.." you panted, digging your fingers into the arms of the chair.

He watched you come undone, the tightness in his pants becoming unbearable, but he knew what he had to do first. He slipped his fingers from you hearing you whimper "patience darling, there is something we must take care of first." He said grabbing your hand pulling you up. He walked you over to the couch, sitting down he pulled you onto his lap, your thighs on either side of his, you groaned feeling his erection press against your core, rocking your hips against him "you are insatiable aren't you?" He smirked seeing your cheeks flush. "Do not worry darling, I will give you what you need." He purred, pulling your chest flush with his "but first..." he trailed off, opening his mouth you gasped seeing his fangs "I will be gentle, you have my word?" He smiled grabbing the back of your head he guided you closer, placing soft kisses along your jaw down your neck.

He gripped your hair, tilting your head exposing more of your beautiful neck "are you ready darling?" He asked, his tongue licking your pulse point "y..yes im..ready" you stuttered, gripping his shoulders feeling his fangs scrape against your skin. You felt his free hand slide up, cupping your breast, his fingers tweaking your nipple as his fangs punctured your skin making you cry out. He held you tight against his chest, lapping and sucking "Mm you are exquisite." He moaned sucking harder. His hand slid down from your breast, dipping under your skirt he cupped your heat, rubbing you over your panties "f..fuck...loki...aahh.." you moaned, rocking your hips against his palm "come for me darling...let me taste you.." he breathed against your neck.

You felt the tightening in your stomach, every nerve in your body firing at once "that's it..let go darling." He moaned, his palm rubbing faster against your clit. "Oh god....Loki..." you moaned, feeling your orgasms wash over you digging your nails into his shoulders hearing him groan. He pulled back looking up at you, his pupils blown wide you could barely see the green in them, his lips stained red from your blood "y..you are intoxicating." He panted. Your hands dove onto his hair, your mouth engulfing his tasting yourself on his tongue making you moan. "Fuck me Loki..please..I need it...I need you.." you breathed against his lips. He flipped you over, pressing your back into the cushions as he hovered over you. "You are sure?" He asked looking onto your eyes "yes Loki..I'm sure." You said reaching up unbuckleing his belt.

He grabbed the hem of your skirt, pulling it and your panties down your legs tossing them aside as you reached up gripping his shirt ripped it open, hearing buttons fly across the room. "S..sorry..i.." you started, feeling his finger against your lips "do not worry, it's only a shirt." He smiled pulling you up he pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it away with the rest. "No bra...you are naughty aren't you?" He smirked pressing you back down. You watched him slide his shirt down his arms, his muscles flexing under the soft skin. You reached up running a hand down his abs, feeling every muscle flex under your fingers. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down when he slowly spread your knees apart, crawling up your body pressing his cock against your entrance. "W..will it hurt" you asked, looking down gasping at his size "look at me darling." He said lifting your chin "I will go slow, tell me if you need to stop" He said cupping your cheek "o..ok." you said wrapping your arms around his back.

You felt him slowly press into you, digging your nails into his back as he stretched you. "Ok darling?" He asked looking down at you "yes..I'm ok." You said lifting your leg onto the back of the couch "almost...there darling, your taking me so well" He panted, pushing further into you. With one hard thrust he bottomed out making you both moan. "How are you feeling?" He asked watching you "im ok..just..move please." You panted wiggling your hips. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours as he slowly pulled out almost to the tip before pressing back in. "Fuck..your..so tight." He groaned rocking his hips into you "aaahh l..loki.." you moaned, dragging your nails down his back, the pain giving way to pleasure as he thrust into you.

"Are you ready?" He asked snapping his hips hard, hitting the soft spot inside you making you cry out. "Y..yes! I'm ready Loki." You panted, watching him bring his wrist to his mouth, his fangs piercing his skin "and you are certain this is what you want? Once you drink from me you are mine..forever, we will be bonded until one of us meets our end." He said. You looked into his eyes, a warm feeling washed over you..was this love? You cupped his cheek "yes Loki. I am certain." You said seeing him smile. He brought his wrist to your lips, not taking his eyes off of you "all you need do is drink from me, and I am yours." He said. You grabbed his wrist, turning your head you brought it to your lips, sucking gently tasting the warm copper taste on your tongue igniting your senses.

"L..look at me." Loki moaned, snapping his hips hard into making you moan. Your eyes met his as you sucked and lapped at his wrist "y..yes..like that..mm harder.." he groaned griping the arm of the couch with his free hand. "Ahh god...y/n...." he moaned slamming into you hard, your teeth digging into his flesh. "I..I need you to come y/n...i need to feel you.." he groaned. You felt him twitch inside you as you clenched around him. You looked up, seeing his eyes closed, his lips parted hearing him moan, the sight alone tipping you over the edge, your orgasm slammed into you biting down on his wrist. "Fuck...y/n..." he moaned loudly, thrusting in hard, holding himself inside you as he came hard, painting your walls with his release.

"Y/n..." he breathed, leaning down trying to pull his wrist from your lips hearing you groan. "That's enough darling, let go." He said pulling free as you tried to grab at his arm "ah ah, you need to sleep." He said cupping your cheek. "But..I don't feel any different." You said trying to pull his wrist to you again "you will, after you wake. Now sleep darling." He said slowly pulling out of you hearing you whine. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over you tucking you in. "Loki.." you whispered grabbing his hand "shh. I will be right here when you wake up." He said pushing your hair back. You smiled up at him, feeling your eyelids become heavy as Loki stroked your hair. "That's it darling, sleep." He purred. Stepping back looking down at you he couldn't help smile. You had warmed a part of his heart he thought died long ago.

He grabbed his pants, sliding them on he bent down picking up his shirt, laughing at the way you ripped his buttons off. He slid it on, walking to the bookshelf he grabbed the one he'd been reading before settling back in his green chair by the fire. He wasn't sure how long it would take, but he would make sure he was right there when you woke up.

Loki sat reading when he heard a whimper escape you. He sat his book down, kneeling in front of you seeing you begin to twitch. "It's alright darling, I'm right here." He whispered in your ear hearing you sigh. Holding your hand he felt your heart race in your palm, he looked up seeing the color slowly drain from your face, being replaced by the pale hue his was. He felt you twitch again, your pulse stopping and your skin growing cold as you breathed out. He watched you intently...waiting. a few seconds past and he was becoming nervous when you took a deep breath in, your pulse resuming at a normal rate.

He let out the breathe he was holding as you snuggled further into the blanket. "Sleep well darling." He said kissing your head. He got up, walking to his chair when he heard a knock at the door. He looked at the time seeing it was a few hours still until dawn "who.." he thought waking to the door he looked through the peep hole "no.." he breathed, stepping back staring at the door hearing another knock. He grabbed the knob, steeling his nerves as he opened the door, his eyes meeting warm blue ones. "James.." he sighed, a smile spreading across his face "Loki.." he said. They stood there looking around eachother, words escaping them when James remembered why he was there.

"I need to talk to you, its important." He said as Loki stepped aside "certainly, come in." He said motioning inside. James walked into the foyer looking around, memories playing through his mind when Loki cleared his throat "w..what did you need to discuss?" He asked looking down "Loki, there was.." he started when he heard you from the living room "loki..." you called out making him stiffen. "Oh..i..I'm sorry I didn't.." James started when Loki held his hand up "there is no need to apologize...I'll be right there darling." He called out to you "you were saying. James stared at him, trying to reign I'm his emotions "had he called you darling?" When Loki said his name "what...sorry you were saying?" James asked fidgeting with his hands "you said you needed to talk to me." Loki said stepping closer to him.

"Oh, yes. There was a man tonight.." he trailed off seeing you walk out, the blanket the only thing covering you. He took in your pale skin, the holes in your neck, the blood on your lips "y..you...you turned her?" James asked looking at Loki. His eyes shot to James, trying to find some way to explain "y..yes...I did, but.." loki started when James headed to the door "i..I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry." He said opening the door. "James wait please...do not go." Loki asked coming up behind him. "I only want you to be happy Loki, and it seems now you are, I won't bother you again." He said opening the door "James! Wait..." loki tried but James was already out the door.

Loki sighed leaning on the door "what was that about?" You asked walking up to him. "Nothing darling, I'm exhausted, let's head to bed hmm?" He asked grabbing your hand seeing you smile. He guided you upstairs to the bedroom, making sure the curtains were closed as he led you to the bed "if you wake before me, do not go outside or go near the windows understood?" He asked seeing you nod "I won't." You said climbing in bed. Loki laid down, pulling you to him as you nuzzled your nose into his neck. "Sleep well darling." He said kissing your head "night Loki." You said kissing his neck. He laid there staring at the ceiling, remembering the panicked look in James's face. He decided tomorrow night he was going to take you out to feed and find him....

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burrow-ix · 4 months

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Snooze • part two

Summary: The next day after your late night drive with Tee. Let’s just say the poor kitchen counter saw some things. A spicy part two to "Snooze.”

Warnings: SMUT of course, 18+, but also fluffy be it's Tee, obviously.

It was very hard to write this bc Tee is...sweet baby Tee. And I love and respect that man with my whole heart. But he’s also fine and we must respect that as well. Not saying that this is disrespectful but I shall say it is respectfully raunchy. It took me way too long but here ya go. Enjoy😅

So much for that day off. You spent all day cleaning the house, considering you haven’t had time to do it in almost a week. You did multiple loads of laundry, some of Tee’s clothes included from when he stays over. You went grocery shopping since your fridge and cabinets were borderline BARE. You also take some time for self care; shaving, skincare, showering with exfoliating scrubs and washing your hair with your fancy shampoo and conditioner.

You finally finish everything for the day, feeling better about yourself now that everything is clean, including yourself. Especially since your man was about to come home and lay you out, you hoped he would remember anyway.

You decided to get ready for him, make him remember if he doesn’t already.

You curl your hair a little bit, fluffing it up. Leaving the makeup to a bare minimum and the outfit as well, making it just one of his t-shirts and nothing underneath. Tee is going to be, hopefully, pleasantly surprised, you thought.

You sat on the counter in the kitchen, eating cotton candy grapes when he comes home from a long day of practice and meetings.

“Hey you”

“Hey baby girl” he smiles his perfect smile at you, one that you couldn’t help but smile back. He sets his bag down and makes his way over to you. He was dressed in a black long sleeve Bengals tee and black sweatpants and his fancy purple slippers. He looked so good, as usual. You love this man and his slippers.

He grabs a grape and pops it into his mouth. He was close enough to you for you to wrap your legs around his hips and pull him into you.

“Damn” his eyebrows shoot up towards his hair line as he chews on the grape. “What was that all about?” He asks, gripping onto your hips.

“Missed you is all” you shrug, your face saying you missed him a lot more than your voice led on.

“Yeah?” He smirks, picking up what you’re putting down. He pulls you closer to him, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

“I’ve missed you too” he pulls his bottom lip inbetween his teeth, giving your hips a squeeze.

“Stop biting that lip” you warn him and his lip turns up in a smirk once again. Those dark brown eyes boring into yours.

“Make me” He cocks an eyebrow, his lips come dangerously close to yours.

You smash your lips against his, him moaning instantly. You take that opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, swirling your tongue around his before bringing his plump bottom lip inbetween your teeth, tugging on it slightly. He moans again, bringing your lips back together, and deepening the kiss even more.

You two make our for a few minutes before he starts to make his way down your body. Starting at your jaw, spending some special time on your neck, making you squirm in his grasp. You wanted more, you wanted him everywhere.

He pulls down the collar of your his shirt and sucks on your collarbone. Your body was on fire. Every place his lips touched, your skin burned. His hand slid under your shirt and held onto your hips, his lips immediately detaching from your skin to look at you.

“No panties huh?” He cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Thought I’d make it easier on you” you wink and he smiles and shakes his hands pulling your hips forward to the edge of the counter and dropping to his knees.

“You know it wasn’t hard for me to begin with, baby” he smirks, kissing on the inside of your thigh before sucking on it. You couldn’t help but whimper. Tee loved your thighs. They were plushy and he loved to grab them with his large hands and especially loved when they were wrapped around his head.

“I know” you breathe out as he lifts your legs and places your feet on his shoulders and lifts your his shirt up to reveal your dripping core.

“You’re so wet for me already” he says looking up at you, nipping the inside of your thigh.

“Before you even walked in” you squirm in anticipation.

“Thinking about me?”

“Always-“ you let out a loud gasp as he dips his tongue inbetween your folds.

He wasted no time tasting you and feeling you with his time. You were already slightly sensitive just thinking about him, being so turned on by your man. And rightfully so. You couldn’t help but let out little whimpers.

“Gonna talk to me baby? Tell me how I make you feel?” He asks, sucking on your clit.

“Oh shit, Tee” you gasp, “Don’t stop”

He switches between sucking your clit and flicking his tongue against it. Your eyes screwed shut, you chest heaving as he reaches up with one of his hands under your (his) shirt and massages your breast.

“Look at me, baby” he pulls away for a moment before continuing his movements.

“I can’t” you whine.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m gonna cum if I do”

“More of a reason to look at me” his deep voice vibrates against your folds.

You look down at Tee licking into you and you feel that rubber band in the lower part of your tummy snap and you let out a pornographic moan, not being able to contain it anymore and releasing all over his face and into his mouth as your legs shake.

Tee sucks and licks you dry, not wanting to waste a single drop of you. Your cheeks flood instantly with a red tint and you hide your face as you try to catch your breath. You’ve NEVER done that. EVER. You were honestly embarrassed.

Tee stands up straight and presses his lips to yours, pulling your hands away from your face. You could taste yourself on him, you couldn’t help but let a soft moan escape from your throat, tasting yourself on him.

“I almost embarrassingly came in my pants just now. Holy shit, that was so fucking hot, (Y/N)” he breathes out against your lips.

“Really?” You ask, muffled as he gently kisses your lips.

“Really” he grabs your face with his hands, deepening the kiss.

It was now his turn. You reach down inbetween your bodies and slip your hand into his sweats and undies, grabbing onto his erection and giving him a tight squeeze.

“Shit” he hisses against your lips.

You push his shorts and undies down as much as you can, beginning to squeeze and give him a slow pull. You pull away to spit in your hand and bring your hand back down to his dick, continuing to stroke him. Picking up your speed, Tee becomes a moaning mess, your name spilling out of his lips inbetween curses.

“Fuck me” he grunts, his forehead coming down to your shoulder. You give him a couple more strokes before you feel him harden even more in your hand.

“Shit baby- I’m gonna-“ he grunts and whimpers your name.

“Kiss me” you tell him. He lifts his head and captures your lips with his, your tongue swirling around his as he moans and releases all over your hand and thighs.

“Okay now that, was hot as fuck Tee” you say, heat flooding down to your core all over again.

“That was kinda embarrassing” he nuzzles his face into your neck, “I tried to hold out” he mumbles.

“That was anything but embarrassing. You just shot my self esteem through the roof and into the stratosphere” you smile, running your fingers over his back.

“It’s what you do to me, baby girl” he presses a kiss to your neck.

He takes one more deep breath before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the counter, making you squeal, and taking you to your bedroom.

“You didn’t think I was done did you?” He asks laying you down on your bed.

“I know better than that” you wink.

He slips his shirt off, revealing his tattooed arms and torso. Good god. You can’t ever get enough of this view. He presses a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling your shirt up and over your head, throwing it off to the side.

He takes his sweet time enjoying your body, all of what you would call “imperfections” but what he calls “perfect.” You were perfectly sexy. His eyes were full of love and adoration towards you. He loved you something awful.

“What?” You ask, your cheeks starting to turn pink. He slips his pants and undies down and he crawls on top of you, bringing his face down to yours.

“I love you” his lips turning up slightly, his dark eyes boring into yours.

“I love you too, lover”

His smile becomes brighter and he lowers his lips to yours, your lips molding together perfectly. He reaches down and guides his tip between your folds, gathering some of your wetness before pushing into you slowly but not all the way.

“Oh my god” you gasp, your walls clenching around him at the sudden intrusion.

“Shit. You’ve gotta relax a little, baby. Or this is gonna be over a lot quicker than we both want” his forehead rests against yours, trying to concentrate without letting go immediately.

“I can’t help it, Tee, you’re so big” you whine

“Well thank you” he smirks and you shake your head at him.

“Shut up” you giggle and he laughs with you. You two can never stay serious for too long.

He pushes in more and that shuts you both up in an instant. He eventually pushes all the way in, making you feel sol full. The feeling was dizzying.

“You feel so good, (Y/N). Fuck” Tee breathes out. He pulls out most of the way, leaving just his tip in before you reach your hands down, squeezing his plump ass and pushing him back into you.

He continues to thrust in and out of you, working you up more and more. He then grips onto your left leg, lifting it onto his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper if that was even possible. He started to pick up the pace, your walls fluttering around him, not going to last much longer.

“I’m close, babe” he moans, rolling his hips so that he perfectly hits the soft spot inside of you.

“Me t- oh god” you whimper, that feeling once again building up in your tummy. A couple more thrusts and you were gone, Tee not far behind you, coating your walls.

He rolls off of you and grabs onto your hand next to him as you both try to catch your breath.

“I’m very lucky, huh?” Tee asks, looking over at you.

*yesterday*

“As much as I want to continue this, it’s so late and you’re gonna hate yourself in the morning if you don’t go to sleep” you breathe out.

“You right. Tomorrow, after I get back?” He smirks.

“If you’re lucky” you shrug, giggling at his expression.

“I’m very lucky, damn it” he says nuzzling his face into your neck making you laugh.

*present*

“You are indeed, Tee” you giggle, rolling into him as he laughs with you.

You were the lucky one.

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shortstrawberry · 5 months

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Hi hey omf I'm so glad you like my art and such cndmnd and even let me request stuff your writing is so amazing btw omf sorry this got me excited hahaha

But yeah yeah you said I can request anything and if it's cool for you to write abt my lil concept of Donna keeping MC's skull w her?? If it's not too much that is hahah I have the context for it in a reblog— Anyways yeah omf you're so cool ncmsns

For the readers, this is the art @knightlystargazer is referencing to. A wonderful and beautiful piece of work!

Also, ask and you shall receive, always!

Now some trigger warnings: Mildish Gore, violence, depiction of mental breakdown and obsession

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Donna felt the red from her vision clearing away. Still, she only saw red. It was on her clothes, her hands, even on her face. She was covered in red.

The florist knew something has went terribly wrong. The blood was pounding in her ears so loud that she didn't even hear the loud cackling of someone else in her shop. Instead, Donna helplessly stared at her hands, before finally looking down at what she has done.

There, underneath her lay you. The person Donna so dearly loved. Still loves. And you were covered in even more red than Donna. It was all over the floor, and all of it coming from the heart. The very same heart that Donna adored to hear the beat of. Just laying her head against your chest and listening to your heart like it's her own lullaby.

One, two, three, dear lord how many times did I ---?

Donna's hands began to tremble violently, her eyes filling with tears. Her face was so covered in red that anyone would think she was crying tears of blood. And maybe she was, as Donna let out a desperate wail of grief and loss.

The laughter sound of the intruder only got louder at the pained screams of Donna. The florist immediately whipped her face towards the cause of this whole tragedy. The damned monster who has taken away everything from her.

"You! You fucking bitch."

Donna snarled, making Mother Miranda laugh louder. Donna saw red again, but this time it was caused by her own love, and not some twisted spell this witch stabbed her with.

Donna lunged for the woman, her knife ready for taking Miranda's throat. Unlike Miranda who has her cult for protection, Donna has lived her whole life in a war for survival. It wasn't difficult for Donna to physically overpower Miranda.

Donna felt herself crack even more when Miranda just smiled to her face, even with a knife against her throat.

"Go ahead, take my head for all I care. But your so called dolcezza won't come back. Not for you, at least."

Tears burned in Donna's eyes. That's right, what's the use of bloodying her hands with this witch's blood? The timeline would be reset again, and Miranda will make sure that her dolcezza would never even look at her. No, just like the previous rounds, Donna would be a outsider. Trapped in her greenhouse with hemlock and oleanders. Watching everyone else take you away from her.

Donna pushed Miranda away with a frustrated scream, feeling her sanity slipping away like grains of fine sand through a sieve. It's over. It's all over for her. All her life, all Donna has done is to make sure others are happy. Whether it be her sister, Angie, the Dimiterescu family and even this damned Miranda. The one time when she got someone that makes her happy, and it gets taken away.

"Why not spare me just this one round? Just one round?!"

Miranda this time didn't laugh at her. Instead she just looked at a crying Donna with what looks like borderline pity.

"You're just like me. You would have never let go either."

Donna cried harder, dropping to her knees beside her long gone dolcezza. She heard Miranda walking away, but she didn't care. She instead clutched at you, her fingers pressing down on the marks that she has left on the gentle body. Hoping against hope that blood would just stop flowing.

"You promised. You promised. You promised you'll never leave me!"

Donna looked around frantically, searching for something, anything that would keep you with her. Her eyes fell on a potted plant blooming Oleanders.

A flower that means captivating love. A love that is yours forever. A love that she wishes was hers forever.

A twisted smile formed on Donna's red face, knowing what she can do now to keep you with her, forever.

Sarai sempre mio, tesoro

You will always be mine, darling

#resident lover #requests open #donna beneviento #yikes it got dark #please read trigger warnings #dont come at me later #mother miranda #ya all send me some happy asks too!

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hey, something occurred to me, I once read it on Tumblr but never found it again.

A reader Joan of Arc, who in life fought in the name of God and in the end was burned at the stake, her God did not save her from her tragic death and when she died he did not receive her, even when she was able to talk to him;

Told him: - "Many die in my name, you are not the first and you will not be the last"

That disappointed her and disappointed her faith, so when Brunhilda asks her to fight in Ragnarok she agrees, even merging with her since they are both faithful to their ideals and beliefs, as well as fiercely protective.

In the end she wins the battle and maybe Ragnarok (I think they are saving Brunhilda for last) she wants them to bring all those who died, at the end when everyone celebrates she looks at her God and says:

- "Many died for you, but we will be the last to do it"

Perhaps these gods and humans will be impressed by her bravery and fighting skills, and also by her beauty;

Gods: Possessed, Hades, Thor, Odin, Loki and Heracles

Humans: Lu Bu, Sasaki, Jack and Nikola (Maybe Adam as a platonic father as an extra)

I hope you like the application!

-His words, even years later, still echoed in your mind, “You’re not the first to die for me, nor will you be the last.” It let a bitter taste in your mouth and anger in your heart.

-You begged God to save you when you were being burned at the stake after doing his work, helping France, saving innocents, showing bravery even in the face of death.

-When you died, you were stunned to have not been received by his grace, instead you were surrounded by a group of women, warriors like yourself, Valkyries.

-You felt betrayed by God, as he had not been there, but you were welcomed warmly to Valhalla, many who knew of you became good friends and allies, as they were taken with your bravery and gentle heart.

-When you finally found God, and you asked him why he didn’t save you, why wasn’t he the one to receive you, he told you those bitter words that burned into your very soul.

-Your faith was shattered, until you found solstice with the Valkyries, training with them, and helping others, you were quite popular with the children in Valhalla.

-Ragnarok was something you never thought you would be asked to fight in, but here you were, holding a shield and sword, Brunnhilde by your side, giving you a firm nod as the two of you were partnered in the final fight, everything riding on this one battle.

-She fused and became your armor, forming a winged helmet around your head and a full chest plate and gauntlets down your arms.

-You had never felt such determination and Brunnhilde had never felt such unwavering focus, the two of you were definitely the best match for each as you walked out to the roar of cheers.

-Only Brunnhilde knew you were nervous, as you weren’t showing a lick of it, your eyes focused on your opponent who was, in all honesty, a bit unnerved, seeing that you weren’t scared.

-The battle raged on for what felt like hours, you and your opponent both had traded injuries, tuning the crowd out as both sides were cheering for your respective sides to win.

-When you stood over your opponent in victory, he was not prepared to see you crying, tears flowing down your cheeks as regret filled your body. You didn’t want to kill him, but you had to, for humanity.

-As the winner, you were granted one wish, anything you wanted and without hesitation you spoke, “All of the fighters who perished in this tournament, humans, valkyries, and gods, I wish for them to be returned to life.”

-The stadium was so silent, you could hear heartbeats in those in the stands, jaws were dropped, as your wish seemed to echo throughout the arena.

-Zeus couldn’t help but smile softly, bowing his head to you, “Perhaps we judged humanity too harshly. As your creators, we gods should have done better to guide you all, to help you all more. We shall start that now.”

-With a snap of his fingers, figures reformed all around you, humans, gods, valkyries, Chen Gong, Red Hair, and Lu Bu’s army all reformed as well.

-The cheers were deafening, they were so loud you almost couldn’t hear them as you watched reunions, Zeus hugging his son and brothers, Jack and Hlokk hugging Hercules, the Valkyrie sisters all being reunited.

-You looked around the stadium and saw your God, the one who abandoned you and you didn’t realize the crowd had hushed, realizing you, their hero, was going to speak, “I- no- we may have died for you, but we will be the last.”

-God was stunned by your words, by the fire in your eyes, your anger, you believed in him, and he had turned his back on you.

-You turned and smiled as Goll nearly ran you down, leaping into you arms, hugging you tightly and you finally broke, crying while smile, celebrating your win, humanity’s salvation.

-Poseidon- Had more respect for humanity, shaking Kojiro’s hand, acknowledging him as a strong fighter, and while not all humans were good, he knew that there were many good ones as well. He learned you were the one to bring him back, alongside the other warriors, you could have just wished for humanity’s champions to come back, but no, you wished for all of them to be brought back. He had never met a human, let alone a woman, like you before, you were selfless, but you were also determined and very beautiful. You were quick to catch his eye as you greeted him politely when he came over, offering you a hand and in thanks and he couldn’t help but grin as your face turned bright red as he lifted your hand to his lips, pecking the back of it gently. You were just getting more and more interesting to the Sea God.

-Hades- After getting unburied from his four brothers, the hug led by Zeus, Hades took a long moment, realizing that he almost lost everything, had it not been for you. Zeus told them all that as gods, they would all be taking responsibility now and guiding humans, rather than what they had been doing, something Hades admired, seeing the growth in his youngest brother. That’s when he saw you, getting out of your own cuddle pile of the valkyries and Hades was quick to approach you. He had heard your declaration to your god, and he remembered you, how you pleaded to your god for help, only to be abandoned. Hades thanked you for bringing him back and despite being the winner, you were still so respectful, giving him a small smile, he knew he was going to see you again.

-Thor- He wasn’t one for physical affection but when he saw Lu Bu, the two friends ran to each other and hugged, laughing warmly as they knew they would get to fight again! The valkyries and Chen Gong, even Red Hair, were all rolling their eyes as the two warriors celebrated. Thor found you moments later, hugging Goll tightly as you spun around and he couldn’t help but smile, seeing you so happy to see everyone else so happy. He had never met a person like you before and he was quick to approach, wanting to thank you. Goll hid behind you, a bit nervous but was gawking in stunned awe that Thor was smiling down at you, as he thanked you for giving him back his friend. Your warm smile seemed to make his throat clench, he had never felt such a feeling with a woman before, but Thor decided that he liked it, he wanted to feel it more.

-Odin- You were his opponent, you beat him, and you brought not only him, but everyone else back as well, gods and humans, showing your selflessness. Odin had never met a human like you before, he remembered your tears as he was fading away, you regretted having to kill him. He had been dead for the shortest, only minutes, but still, it was enough for him, but to be given this second chance, he felt a strange feeling in his chest, he wasn’t sure if it was admiration or appreciation. Odin approached you, seeing that you were still injured, and he waved his hand over you, and you felt your wounds healing, surprising you before he smiled softly down at you, “Thank you Y/N, for everything.” You thanked him for healing your wounds and for his kind words and he gave you another smile, wanting to see you again after this, but for now, he was going to enjoy the moment of his second chance.

-Loki- Was overwhelmed with joy, seeing his friends brought back to life, celebrating as he hugged Hercules, who laughed warmly, embracing the smaller god, the two laughing warmly. When Loki saw you, he paused, a strange feeling in his chest, seeing you smiling as Adam ruffled your hair gently, you had just gotten your ass kicked and despite winning, you chose to bring everyone back to life. Loki frowned softly, knowing he probably wouldn’t have done the same; to see you, a human maiden, do it, he had to admire you. Loki shook your hand, thanking you, which did surprise you, but you smiled gently up at him, making him feel happy before he quickly pecked your cheek, dodging a punch from Brunnhilde as you cupped your cheeks, flushing bright red. You were just getting cuter and cuter.

-Hercules- Was plowed down by Jack, Hlokk, and the other valkyries, making him laugh as they were all crying, so glad that he was alive again. You smiled gently as Hercules stood, grinning brightly at the others before he turned to see you, “You’re Y/N, right? Thank you so much for bringing us back to life! I’m so happy that you won and saved humanity!” his hug surprised you, but you had never felt a warmer hug in your life, it was gentle but firm at the same time and you couldn’t help but smile and hug him back as he spun around. He then realized you were still injured and quickly swept you into his arms princess style, which made you flush and he took you to the infirmary, ignoring your bright red face until he sat you down, thinking you were adorable.

-Lu Bu- He wasn’t one for physical affection but when he saw Thor, the two friends ran to each other and hugged, laughing warmly as they knew they would get to fight again! The valkyries and Chen Gong, even Red Hair, were all rolling their eyes as the two warriors celebrated. Chen Gong was the one to find you first, saluting you and bowing deeply in gratitude, which made you smile as the two of you shook hands. When Lu Bu came over, you greeted him warmly as well before Red Hair nudged you from the back, shocking the two men as Red Hair didn’t let anyone touch him other than Lu Bu and you smiled as they both thanked you as well, in their own ways. Your determination made Lu Bu want to get to know you more, wanting to test you in combat, his own way of bonding, but for now, he was content, getting this second chance.

-Kojiro- He had fallen back, seeing you win your match, while sitting in his waiting room, a sense of relief filling him as he knew humanity had won. He was rushing to the arena, so he didn’t hear your wish, but when he arrived, seeing those who had perished, being brought back to life, his jaw dropped and rushed down, celebrating your win with his friends, both who had won and lost their fights. When Kojiro saw you he couldn’t help but laugh, coming over and picking you up by your hips spinning you around, which did surprise you, but his bright grin made you return his smile as he pulled you down into his arms, hugging tightly, “I’m so proud of you, Y/N! You’ve saved us all!” you smiled up at him as he squeezed you, his eyes sparkling brightly in happiness.

-Jack- Seeing Hercules there, Jack felt like a child, for a moment, running towards him, Hlokk right next to him and the two leapt at Hercules who was stunned to be alive again, as he knew he had lost, before catching the two at the last moment, going to the ground hard as they both hugged him. Hercules could tell they had been through a lot and couldn’t help but cuddle them both, glad to be alive. As everyone was thanking you, Jack approached and took your hand, pecking the back of it, some were annoyed, as you were their savior and he was a serial killer, but you didn’t feel afraid of this man as he pecked the back of your hand, thanking you for returning his dear friend. You smiled warmly, telling him you were happy to do so and your colors were so pure, so blinding, Jack had never seen such colors before, you were beautiful, inside and out.

-Nikola- He had been plowed down by his brother and dear friends, all of them ugly crying, so happy that he was alive again before Beelzebub was quick to join, in tears as well. Nikola was laughing warmly, hugging each of them, but felt a sense of relief fill him, he was alive, which meant that humanity had won. When his brother pointed you out, being hugged by Kojiro, Nikola was stunned, you were a young lady, one who shouldn’t be fighting, but there you were, wounded but smiling warmly, seeing all the reunions. He must have been staring because when you looked over at him, you looked away, blushing cutely which made him start before he came over, introducing himself to you, shaking your hand in thanks. You couldn’t help but smile up at him and in a rare moment of impulsivity, Nikola asked you out on a date, which made his brother and friends gawk in stunned awe while you blushed bright red, not hearing the cheers around you.

-Adam- After getting his sons off of him as they had plowed him down, he held Eve tightly as she sobbed into his arms, so happy to have him back. He saw all of the other reunions; the other humans and gods being returned back to life. Zeus stunned him by offering a hand of friendship and partnership, telling him of the god’s new plans to do what they should have done from the beginning. Adam accepted this and turned when Eve spoke, “Oh there’s Y/N, she’s the one who won and brought you all back.” Adam turned, seeing you, a young maiden and he felt anger in his belly, angry that you had been forced to fight, but without you, they might not be there. Adam came over and you, knowing him, bowed your head, greeting him before he stunned you, hugging you tightly, “You never have to worry again, my daughter.” His words meant more to you than he realized as you relaxed into his embrace, smiling softly as you finally relaxed.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror thor #ror loki #ror odin #ror heracles #ror lu bu #ror kojiro sasaki #ror jack the ripper #ror nikola tesla #ror adam

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mabelstone · 10 months

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Could you write about matt comforting reader after a fight or just generally after something horrible happens to the reader

ask and you shall receive, my dear <3

also i forgot to capitalise bc i was on my phone and i’m lazy so sorry for that

Make Up

you felt your boyfriends gaze burning through you across the couch where you sat, arms folded, pretending to be interested in whatever shit was on the tv.

he sighed dramatically, standing up and repositioning himself next to you. “i’m sorry, okay?” he pouted, wrapping his arm around you. you didn’t budge, eyes still glued to the tv, lips pursed together. “don’t be like that, darling.”

you’d just gotten back from an awards show after party, and you weren’t happy with him in the slightest. matt wasn’t a fan of PDA, that was fine with you. but he also never stopped women from flirting with him. the most affection you’d get was when he’d occasionally place his hand in the small of your back, but he’d quickly remove it and chat with others.

he obviously didn’t mean it, and you knew he loved you. he was all over you in private and around close friends, but in public, you may as well not even be together.

you still ignored him, slightly pulling away from his touch. your throat got tight and began to burn, tears beginning to prickle at your eyes. “i love you more than anything, you know that.”

that did it. you couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, hands flying up in attempt to stop the tears from flowing.

“hey, hey,” his tone softened even more, pulling you into his chest. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean it.”

he could be so mean. you knew he never meant it, sure, but it still hurt. you always knew it’d be hard dating someone so famous, especially when you weren’t. and you knew jealousy was a bad shade on you, but you really couldn’t help it when the hottest actresses were trying to get in his pants.

“i’m sorry, it’s so stupid to cry over this,” you sniffled, pulling away to wipe your nose and blink away the tears. “i’m just scared you’ll leave me for someone else. someone prettier, more successful.”

“stop.” he grabbed your face in both of his hands, making you look him in the eyes. “there is no girl in this whole world prettier than you. and i’m glad you aren’t famous. i’d hate to be fighting other dudes for you. just look at you.”

you laughed, but it came out as more of a snort. he always knew how to pull on your heart strings the right way and still manage to make you laugh.

“see! like that!” he smiled wide, eyes squinting, the gap in his teeth on full display. “if any other guy heard you snort like that you’d be taken from me in a heartbeat!”

“oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his arm. you rested your head on his shoulder, sighing before looking up at him through wet lashes. “you promise me she meant nothing?”

“i promise.” he said sincerely, cupping your face before pressing a warm, deep kiss to your lips. he pulled away to reassure, “i love you, Y/N. you’re all that matters to me.” he brushed your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead softly. “i’ve loved you since the day i met you, and i will love you until the day i become a worm farm.”

“okay, okay, you big sap.” you laughed, lifting your head to meet his eye level again. “i love you, too.”

“would it make you feel better if i was more affectionate in public?” he asked, turning your body to face him.

“yeah, but i don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” you shrugged like you didn’t care, though he saw straight through you. that’s really all you wanted. “i just want people to know we’re together.”

from that moment on, at any event, his arm was always around your waist or shoulders, or your arm was interlinked with his.

he boasted to everyone after he proposed to you, eager to show off the pretty ring around your finger any chance he got.

other women didn’t bother him much after that.

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #south park #trey parker #trey parker x reader #matt stone smut #baseketball #doug remer x reader #doug remer #matt and trey

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miguel-ohara-wifey · 10 months

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Hey! Wanted to say your writings amazing and Id like to request something for Hobie and Peter B Parker!(separately ofc!) If you dont want to do this you can ignore it. I thought it'd be a neat drama idea if both their S/Os were put in a situation where their getting the absolute s h i t kicked out of them. Why? Because they held Miguel off long enough for Miles to escape, which leads to S/O suffering Miguels rage. Knowing Miguel when he's M A D, their going to get their shit rocked 101%. What would be their reaction to having to witness that? And how would they intervene?

Dawww thank, and mmmm tasty tasty angst. Me like, I shall provide food

I had to go back(Drabble)

Hobie brown x Gender neutral!reader

Rating: Angst with a happy ending & Hurt comfort

Warning: violence, mention of stitching, medical stuff I truly don’t know what I’m talking about here just roll with it, multiple injury, blood, swearing

The black which edged your vision as you fended off Miguel closed in fully. Doing so the second Miguel had sunk his paralyzing venom into your blood stream. He effortlessly held you at the throat, slamming you against the furthest wall with a heavy throw. You didn’t feel any pain, but that didn’t stop the oncoming concussion.

You couldn’t stand by as Miguel tortured that sweet boy miles. Hobie felt the same too, but simply choose to leave the scene of infighting all together. But you couldn’t just leave.

Only by the salty taste of tears slipping through the crack in between your lips did you know you were crying. As a pool of blood cushioned the metal floor from the side of your head. Truly your heart itself had stopped but your mind remained somewhat inside your skull. You were somewhat grateful to be paralyzed, this is the worst injuries you’ve ever sustained. The bone cracking pain wouldn’t allow you to stay conscious. Even so, it was terrifying to be unable to move.

Laying awkwardly on the floor and all you could do under Miguel’s six foot grimace was breath. You saw the unfeeling calculation behind his eyes at what to do with you. During your fight it was all rage and yelling, the burn of adrenaline against each other. Now it’s a cold knife at your neck, with you at his total mercy.

Cutting through the silence, was an all too familiar boom of a guitar. Hobie drop kicked Miguel out from his portal, striking Spider-Man of 2099 across the room. Before Miguel could recover from the shock Hobie grabbed you from the floor. Leaping into the portal he just exited, once on the other side. He grinned at the leader of the spider society, tossing his gizmo through the rip in time and space with you in both of his arms.

“By the way I still quit.” Red ate away at Miguel’s eyes once again as he howled “HOBIE-“

Neither of you could hear the end of Miguel’s threat, cause the window between your worlds had already shut itself off. Now you’re back at Hobie’s place, the musk of his dirty underwear and East London filled your nostrils. The broken ceiling lights cast hobies home in a tender darkness. The moon light of early evening peaking through his only window. Shining against his lip and earning piercings. As your gaze was now rolled up to his. He smiled down at you, dropping his prized base on the floor. Doing so when it meant being able to gently place you on his couch.

Now your bleeding and broken form was cushioned by a faded greenish blue fabric. With some tears allowing the cotton to escape partially. Hobie despite not having much time to clean up or much money to find somewhere better. His presence alone made any room comfortable. You watched as he opened his fridge, taking out a blackish green vial.

He knelt down on the wooden floors beside your head, pushing the back of your scalp up to him. He explained,

“I made a cure for Miguel’s venom just in case, trust me this’ll work.” You blinked affirmatively as he softly placed the open edge of the vial onto your bottom lip. He tilted your head slightly higher, so a stream of the liquid would pour down your throat. He stopped once the glass was half empty, you coughed. Now able to feel your face.

A second later the pain hit you, suddenly as if Miguel was throwing you about all over again. Hobie noticed and grabbed a first aid kit shoved under the couch. His furniture was suddenly a hospital bed, as he kept himself kneeling. Going first to your left arm to stitch up his claw marks.

“Need anythin else love? Water? Tv? Ice?” You tilted your head towards him.

Using the speck of strength you had left in your body, to caress his chin. Your finger tips just grazing his lip piercing, saying.

“Just you hobie..” punctuated by a pained smile, your grin was meet with a broken expression from him. He relented as he gently sewed your slashed skin together, almost choking on the apology. “I’m so sorry love, I didn’t think…I should’ve…” you let him finish as he swallowed his pride and hurt conscience. “I was selfish just to leave. I should’ve gotten you too.” You admitted to being resentful of his quick exit. But you just played with the ends of his coiled hair, “It’s alright love, I forgive you…”

I’d never leave you(Drabble)

Peter P Parker x gender neutral!reader

Rating: Angst with no happy ending + hurt comfort

Warning: violence, blood, swearing

Miguel and you were in an equal tussle, you’ve received a few claw marks through your suit and skin. Bleeding out over the colors of your costume. As you managed to crack some of Miguel’s bones. Compelling him to limp and need a breather between throwing shit at you.

The spider HQ lobby was nearly on collapse by an hour of your fighting. Every single one of the side pillars have been cracked open. Debris huddled on the glass flooring bottoming the building. Creating more broken windows than miles did when he leapt out to escape Miguel. But you weren’t planning too in the slightest.

“You piece of shit!” Miguel screamed into your ear when he gained the upper hand. Pining you down by his forearms, kicking and pushing at him in futile efforts to break free.

You tried blocking his clawed strikes, managing to scrap your cheek a couple of times. But overall evading the fate of your face being ripped off by his talons. Soon a block of cement crashed through Miguel, hurtling him off of you. You doin a breather, unconsciously gazing up to see who had broken you free.

It was Peter, with an empty baby carrier still strapped to his chest. Swaddled underneath by his pink robe and bunny slippers, you’d never thought you’d be this relieved to see him walk out of the house like that.

“All this attention he was giving you I was starting to get jealous!” He joked with a nervous grin, he snaked your left arm around the brim of the top of his shoulders. “PETER-“ Miguel screeched as he tossed back that very makeshift wrecking ball back where you two meet.

Peter acted instantly and threw you both out into the air with his webslinging. Neither you dared to look back at Miguel chasing you. Peter fiddled in between a few moments of percussive maintenance, as in not pretentious terms smacking the object until it works. The portal appeared, in its pool of reflective hues you saw Miguel’s snarling visage back into your sight. Instinctively huddled yourself into Peter, feeling the shift of realities wash over you in the darkness of your silenced sight.

Then a New York breeze brushes your skin, opening your eyes back up. Half of your vision is taken up by Peter’s chest, the other saw his blueish white kitchen.

“Can you stand up?” You nodded as he gently introduced the bottoms of your feet to his kitchen floor. You were woozy from blood loss but nothing was broken, you hoped.

But you immediately stand yourself down on his dining room table. Removing sweat from your forehead after freeing your face from your mask.

“Want some coffee?” He inquired gently, with his signature deflecting smile. You shook your head, saying “No, I’ll take any tea ya have tho…” he scoffed, “In New York that’s blasphemy?!”

You laughed together, just to kill the unknowing silence that’ll inevitably divide you two. Peter’s too afraid to go against Miguel. Peter’s always been a peace keeper, he doesn’t fight when he doesn’t have to. You’re a warrior in that regard, hands will be thrown right when you see injustice. Your idea of what a spider person aught to be was different in that regard.

“I’m not going back Peter.” You concluded the laughter with an abrupt bluntness, topped by a somewhat guilt ridden smile “Well obviously you can’t go back now-“ you cut him off as the grin dissipated under your nose “No. The spider society shouldn’t exist, what we’ve done is wrong. What we were doing to miles is wrong. Cant you see that?!” You were conscious of the fact Mayday was likely asleep somewhere in the house. But raised your volume enough to get the point across.

He rubbed his eyes with his back to the edge of his kitchen counter. Unable to or not wanting to look at you.

“I understand but-“ you rose from your seat in a fury “Nothing to understand Peter. Never mind on that Tea, I’ll get some myself.” As your sentence wrapped up you made your way out of the room. Peter gently caressed his fingers around your arm. You cast his touch aside violently. “Don’t touch me.” You whispered in response, immediately leaving his apartment after.

#spiderverse #spiderverse Drabble #Drabble #Peter b Parker #Hobie Brown #hobie brown x reader #Peter b Parker x reader #Hobie Brown x reader #requested writing

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delopsia · 2 years

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Whiskey Sour | Rhett Abbott X Reader

Word Count: 5,600 Cross Posted Here on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, , hand jobs, oral, unprotected sex, edging, begging, afab!reader. ya'll asked, and you shall receive :)

It really shouldn't bother you that Maria is back in town.

It really shouldn't bother you that she's decided to add herself to your little group, innocently settled between you and Rhett as she chatters away about high school events that you weren't here for. You're sure her friends didn't intentionally join just to push you all the way out of the little circle that's formed at the bar. Perry's receiving much of the same treatment, pushed away by a giggling flock of ladies that have taken a new liking to Rhett.

No, it shouldn't bother you.

"Is it just me," Perry says to you, although he makes no effort to lower his voice, "or did we just get kicked out of our own conversation?"

You've been so distracted by keeping the girls out from under your skin that you didn't notice Perry order two double shots from the bartender. But now, he's handing you a small glass, and you're clinking them together in a celebratory, 'fuck this.'

Whatever it is in this glass, tequila, you think, it burns its way down your dry throat like an inferno; not your favorite, but it gets the job done. Anything to avoid facing the intrusive thoughts ebbing at your psyche.

"Pretty sure we did," hailing down the bartender; it's your turn to pick a drink, and you're gonna need something that'll last longer than a shot.

As your bartender whisks off to craft your choice of beverages, the music blaring on the radio comes to an end. For a brief moment, the bar becomes quieter; it's now that you hear what Maria's friend is saying.

"Not to be rude, but Rhett's sex life must be boring as hell now," the blonde giggles, Molly, you think her name is. Her friends just laugh right along with her; you pretend you don't see the wayward glances and hands shielding their lipstick smiles.

So it seems we're being catty tonight.

"Whiskey Sours?" Perry's deep voice is a welcomed change compared to the shrillness on your left. "Haven't had one of these since I first got with Rebecca."

He's quick to pluck the cherry from his drink, gently placing it alongside the one floating in your own glass. Not a fan of cherries, it seems; to each their own.

"Need something that'll distract me for longer than a minute," sipping your drink; there's more lemon than there should be, but you'll take it.

Even the bite of the whiskey cannot tear your thoughts off that comment. You know very well that it's just petty trash talk to hype up their friend, but it's lit a match in the back of your mind. Boring, as in not having a new partner every week, or boring, as in bad sex?

Surely by now, you've got a leg up on the pretty pillow princesses and buckle bunnies that seem to follow Rhett like a bunch of cats in heat. But can you jump up on a ledge that they could never dream of reaching?

Hm.

The gaggle of goslings starts to fuss, and you don't need to tilt your head to know why.

"Hey, darlin'," Rhett's pressing a less into the side of your head, cold nose bumping against you and making you squirm, "what's my baby drinkin' now?"

You hate him for making your heart flutter like that; you really do.

"Whiskey Sour," you say, lifting your glass for him to take; if there's anything you know about Rhett Abbott, it's that he loves trying new drinks, but he's too shy to order anything that doesn't scream "manliest man to ever man."

Maria's saying something, you can hear her voice behind you, but you can't focus on anything but the little grin that etches its way onto Rhett's face when the drink hits his tongue.

"Don't suppose you want the cherry Perry forfeited too?" As if to emphasize your statement, you pick it up, twirling the stem between two fingers.Quiet, Rhett reaches out for it, brows furrowing as he pops it in his mouth.

Just then, Perry's phone lights up with a ding. In the second that it's on, you see that it's Rebecca who's texted him, and whatever the message contains must be quite something because Perry's face changes the second he sees it.

"I—uh, Rhett, do you want mine?" He fumbles to shove it in his pocket, already halfway out of his seat. "I need to...Rebecca needs me home."

...ah.

Rhett doesn't seem to have the same epiphany you've just had, but he's more than content to take Perry's seat and finish off his glass. Perry practically flies out of the bar; you suppose Rebecca must have just sent him a photo of her in the new lingerie set she just got.

Up until now, you'd forgotten about the ruby red lingerie you'd chosen to put on for tonight. At the time, you hadn't expected Rhett to have one of those rides that warrant a few rounds at the bar—you'd really just expected to watch him ride and then surprise him once he'd got back in the truck. It's a cute lace set, but now that you've remembered you're wearing it, you're acutely aware of how uncomfortable it can be.

"Can you watch my drink for me?" You ask him, and you don't need to provide anything else; he's already reaching out for it, covering the top with a protective palm.

"It's safe with me, doll," he sticks his tongue out, proudly revealing a knotted cherry stem. God, he's cute. It almost makes you feel bad for what you're about to do to him.

Almost.

The bathroom is just a single room; you're not sure why a bar this size chose to have it set up like this, but it only plays into your hand. Their poor design choice allows you a little more privacy in front of this mirror.

Hooking your thumb under your shirt and pulling it up, up, up until—alright yeah, maybe you should tilt your hips to the left. Hell, now it's not looking as good in the camera as it does in the reflection.

You almost regret this idea, but as you finally find the right angle to snap your picture, the results are worth all the awkward twisting and turning you've just done. Whoever said taking photos like these is easy was a straight-up liar.

It takes just as long to readjust your clothing, straightening your shirt, and fiddling with the itchy lace that just doesn't want to let you forget that it's there again. The photo should take a while to send; Wabang signal has never been great, to begin with; you probably still have time to finish your drink and get out before Rhett sees it.

Opening the door, you're instantaneously met with the mouth-watering sight of a slack-jawed cowboy walking down the hallway, your whiskey sour still held in his hand.

"Baby doll," haven't heard that nickname in a while, "when did—did you just take that?"

And yet, Rhett doesn't let you answer; as soon as he's close enough, he's crowding you backward, free hand on your hip as he pushes you right back into the bathroom. He's kissing you before your back has even hit the wall, and it's the messiest thing you've ever found yourself wrapped up in.

You don't want to melt into it, but you do. Your mouth opens to his, and you can taste the lingering whiskey and lemon on his tongue as it intertwines with yours.

You're not sure what it is, but something possesses you to reach for his hand, guiding it up under your shirt. You know he's found the answer to his question when he makes a noise against your lips, fingers curling around the lace adorning your chest. Your hips bump together; God, he's already hard.

"You've been wearing this the whole time?" Incredulous, his fingers crawl up under the lace, his thumb swiping over a sensitive nipple.

"Had plans," you offer, gasping against his lips, "your fans forced me to remake them."

Rhett frowns, and based on the way he draws back so suddenly, you know he must be feeling guilty. Your glass settles on the counter with a soft noise, and he's gripping your hips with both hands now, mouth finding its way to the skin under your ear.

"'m sorry, doll," voice gravely as he works his way down your neck, biting lightly at your collarbone. Calloused thumbs hook into the waistband of both your shorts and your underwear.

Oh.

Ever so slowly, he sinks to his knees before you, pulling your garments down in tandem. Good lord isn't that a sight to behold. Rhett Abbott, blinking up at you with those pretty blue eyes as his hand hitches under your left knee, pushing it up until he can hook it over his shoulder. He peppers the inside of your thigh with soft, fleeting kisses, each one closer and closer to the wetness between your legs.

There is no hesitation in giving you what you want, all you have time for is one shaky breath, and he's dragging his tongue between your folds, licking broad, flat stripes into your aching cunt.

"Rhett," you whine, tangling your fingers into his messy hair, still damp from his shower, "fuck."

He moans into you, twirling his tongue along your clit in messy figure eights. You've only told him how to do it once in the past, but fuck, he hasn't forgotten, it seems. He's got you tangled up in an iron grip, keeping your thigh securely over his shoulder while the other hand keeps your hips steady. Absolutely refuses to let you squirm away from his burning hot tongue as it licks rapidly at the little bud he's caught between his lips.

"That feel good?" He asks, voice rumbling into your sensitive cunt, "hm?" And you don't know who's more worked up, you or him.

Your hips twitch at his words, and he moans quietly, some soft little noise that barely reaches your ears. Fuck, you want to hear him make that noise again.

That's a thought you'll have to store for later because right now, there's a coil burning to life in your lower belly, twisting and tightening with every thick, wet stroke of his pink tongue. There's nothing you can do to slow your breathing; stop the way you've started panting into the open air.

You're already close, and you find yourself reaching for the cherry still floating in the remains of your drink, popping it into your mouth in an effort to keep yourself at bay.

"Come on, darlin'," picking up his pace, "cum on my tongue."

The coil snaps, and with a soft whine, your body tenses, cumming on his tongue as it continues to work you. He chuckles into you, lightly licking you through your high until you're squirming away from him.

By the time you catch your breath, he's already risen to his feet, tongue back in your mouth as he kisses you rather roughly. You can taste yourself on him.

"Go pay off your tab," you murmur against his lips, "if you're good, maybe I'll give you what you want when we get home."

The ghost of a pout lingers on his lips as your hand lands on his chest, pushing him back until he can no longer reach your lips. When you pull your shorts back up and don't budge on your decision, he reaches into his pocket, handing over his truck keys, "I'll be there in a minute."

You can't help but notice the severe lack of a cherry stem in your mouth as he disappears back inside. Based on your fleeting scan of the ground below your feet, it hasn't fallen either.

You're almost surprised to find that there isn't a line formed outside the bathroom, surely someone would have come knocking by now, but there isn't a soul in the corridor as the two of you slip out the door. Rhett's walking rather briskly, can't quite meet your eye as you split into separate directions.

Stepping outside brings you a welcome breath of fresh Wyoming air. Crisp with all things autumn and the lightest hint of lingering cigarette smoke, it's heaven, compared to the stuffiness of the bar, overcome with cheap perfume and the sharp bite of booze.

As nice as it is outside, it feels so much nicer once you've climbed into his passenger seat. You decide to be nice and take the liberty of starting the old truck up, turning on the heat. Long gone are the days when you could comfortably sit in here with the windows down. Now, your nose is red from the cold, cheeks threatening to become chapped if you stay out any longer than you have to.

Rhett's better at hiding his desperation than his brother, but there's a lingering agency in his step as he approaches the truck, adjusting himself in his jeans.

"Someone's bothered," you chime the moment he's opened the door.

"Yeah," damn near shuts his foot in the door with his urgency to get going, "that's the fault of the pretty little thing in my passenger seat."

That goddamn cherry stem is in his mouth.

He keeps it there, too. Rolls it back and forth between his teeth as he drives, flips it back and forth with his tongue at the red light. Toying with the prize, he'd so smoothly stolen right from under your tongue. Part of you wonders if he's intentionally showing it off, curling his tongue more than necessary just to remind you of what his mouth can do to you.

Maybe he stole it from you on accident, just like maybe you chose the middle seat by accident, and your hand just so happens to accidentally land on his inner thigh.

"Baby," he warns, but there's no venom to it.

Rhett only ever drives with his left hand on the steering wheel; he could very well reach down and stop your fingers from drawing circles into the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, but he doesn't.

He squirms, kicks his hips lower in the seat in a feeble attempt to get your hand over his cock; you'll just let that slip your psyche, fingers remaining fixated on his thigh instead.

Soon enough, he's turning into your street, albeit a bit faster than he probably should. The movement jostles you into him, your hand unintentionally pressing against the hardness between his legs, and the noise that slips out of his mouth is the unholiest thing you've ever heard.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He huffs, and the turn he takes into the driveway is sharp; you're prepared this time, and your hand doesn't repeat the same mistake.

"My hand can take a pretty good guess," it's when the truck comes to a stop that your hand slides up, fingers gently tracing around the bulge in his jeans.

Just from your touch alone, his eyelids shudder, fighting to stay open. Using the palpable outline as a guide, your wandering fingertips are able to find the head of his cock, applying just a bit of pressure as your thumb fiddles with it. Back and forth, you roll him between your index and thumb.

"God, fuck," his forehead hits the steering wheel with a soft thump, "baby, I hope you're not just toying with me."

"Only if you figure out the magic word," taunting in your best sing-song voice, and in one smooth motion, you're sliding across the seat and hopping out of the truck.

Rhett is much slower to get out; you've already walked through the front door by the time you hear his boots hit the ground. Poor guy, you'd almost feel guilty if a cocktail of spite and curiosity weren't coursing through your veins right now.

Your clothes are discarded as soon as you step into the bedroom; you'd make him work to get them off if you weren't so damn tired of this lace itching your skin.

You feel Rhett before you see him, hot breath fanning out against the back of your neck as he looms behind you. The drag of his rough fingers against your sides is delicious, leaving goose bumps in their leisurely wake.

Not desperate enough.

However, as the scruff of that five o'clock shadow brushes against your cheek, thin lips pressing a kiss there, you can feel your willpower fold in half. God, why are you doing this again?

"So pretty," words crooned sweetly into your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe, "this all for me, darlin'?"

Your resolve weakens with each word; he's almost got you in the palm of his hand when the memories of the bar come flooding back. The comments, the giggling, the irritation that coursed through your veins when they'd hijacked your own conversation; like a phoenix, your intentions bubble back to the surface.

Turning, you come to face him, fingertips making quick work of his flannel as you meet his lips. He grunts, and you can practically feel the way his eyebrows raise with his surprise, but he's more than eager to reciprocate the gesture.

You've barely tugged his shirt off when finally, finally, that lace slips from your chest, lands on top of the shirt you've just made quick work of.

"On the bed," carefully disguising your orders with a sweet tone; if he catches on to what you're doing before you've got him at your mercy, he'll turn this into a battle over who can be more dominant, and he's got quite the winning streak.

It seems you've avoided setting off any warning bells because he sits on the bed without a complaint, is so, so pliant when you push him onto his back. Muscles flex under pale skin as he squirms until he's in the center of the bed, reaches out for you when you come up to straddle his hips.

"So pretty," you observe aloud, running your fingers through his hair; his cheeks flush pink, shy eyes averting your gaze.

The alcohol must be working its way into his system pretty well right now because he doesn't fuss like he usually does when you call him pretty. Still just as shy as he always is when you catch him off-guard, but less fussy.

He's so distracted that he doesn't realize you're leaning down to kiss his neck until your lips are on him. "Oh," he gasps, tilting his head to give you better access.

The possessive side of you wants to leave a mark right here, high up on his neck for everyone to see, telling everyone just who he belongs to, but you can still remember how awkward it had been the last time you gave him one.

Hickeys are all fun and games until momma asks where they came from.

So you forfeit his neck in exchange for kissing down his chest. Sucking soft marks into his skin that will disappear come morning, stopping midway to roll your tongue over a pink nipple.

Rhett jolts under you, his nipples have always been particularly sensitive, more so when he's tired, and there's alcohol buzzing through his bloodstream. Selfishly, you repeat the action, rolling the rapidly hardening bud between your lips.

"'t's not—" squirming below you, "you're not supposed to—"

"—not what, Rhett?" Playing innocent as you switch to pay attention to the other one, "hm?"

His argument dies in his throat the moment your teeth pull at his nipple, just enough to illicit a reaction, not enough to hurt, in the exact same fashion he's done to you oh so many times. Soothing your tongue over it, you replace your tongue with your fingertips, opting to roll it back and forth as you return to your original ventures.

He's properly squirming now, hips unable to keep still as your wet tongue trails down the defining line of his abdomen. There's something mesmerizing about it; if you'd known winding him up would get this out of him, you reckon you would have done it sooner.

Finally, you make it down to the waistband of his jeans, and you're already working on getting that bullhide belt off of him. It's tricky enough to work around that oversized buckle, but as soon as you've got it unhitched, it's smooth sailing from there. In a similar manner to what he'd done to you just an hour ago, you hook your fingers under his waistband and pull.

With his legs free of his jeans, It's only appropriate that you pay attention to those plush, milky white thighs of his. They tremble under your wandering fingers; always have been quite sensitive to your touches.

"Ah," whining quietly as your lips find the perfect spot to leave their first mark.

Rhett's thighs bruise quite easily; you already know the soft red mark you've sucked into his skin will blossom into a deep purple come sunrise. You wonder just how long he'll let you keep this up.

"So pretty," whispering praises into his thigh in between marks. You're almost eye level with his cock; hard against his belly. Experimental, you run a palm up the underside of it, and you find yourself mesmerized by how his hips raise with it, chasing your fleeting touch.

"Baby," he warns, but again, there's no bite to it, and he does nothing to stop you from switching to his neglected thigh.

Again, your palm meanders its way up the underside of his cock, swiping your thumb over his leaking slit, "poor baby," you coo, taking your hand off him once more, "is this all for me?"

Rhett refuses to speak, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth in an effort to remain silent. What he doesn't say with his mouth, he says with his body instead. If only he knew you could tell exactly what he was holding back verbally, just by the way his hips writhe against the mattress, legs trying their damndest to lock you in.

You take him into your hand, giving him one firm pump; he must think that's the end of your teasing because when you retract your hand once more, he whines high in his throat.

"What the fuck," he breathes, and when he reaches down to do it himself, you bat his hands away, "why...?"

Someone must not have been paying attention in the truck.

Nipping at a fresh new bruise you've taken the honor of adding to his rapidly building collection, you repeat your earlier statement, "figure out the magic word."

"'m not fuckin' beggin' for it," bullheaded as always; fortunately, there's a spot at the meet of his thigh that doesn't have a mark on it yet. You offer him no warning, simply leaning in to wet the area with your tongue.

Rhett swears under his breath, little profanities that get quieter with your movements, tapering off into audible puffs of breath. You're almost amazed to see that cherry stem lingering in his mouth, poking out from between two canines.

Switching to the other thigh yields better results, especially when you take the liberty of running your thumb along the underside of the head of his cock, tracing back and forth as slowly as you can manage. Friction, touch, but not quite there.

Not quite what he's craving so badly.

Leaning back, you're finally able to fully take in and admire your handiwork; soft thighs, once completely unmarked now mottled with red splotches, some of which are already darkening. Rhett raises his knee, and you don't need to glance up to know that he's looking too.

You stroke him once more, and his head falls back onto the pillow. Pause, count to thirty in your head, then repeat.

"I—" eyebrows furrowing; you stroke him again, flicking your wrist as you do so.

As convinced as you were that it would crack him, it seems it wasn't enough because he stays quiet. Fine, you'll let him go and recalculate—

"Please."

It's so quiet, so barely there, that you're almost convinced you may be hearing things, but then, "please, I don't—I..."

On its own, your hand returns to him; using his precum as lubrication, you stroke him properly. The reaction you receive is instant, jaw falling slack, eyelashes fluttering like leaves in the autumn wind. The Rhett you usually receive in bed is quiet, nothing but deep grunts and breathy gasps, but the one in front of you is on the verge of whiny. Soft, barely there noises working their way out of his throat, so close to a proper sound.

Abruptly, you tighten your grip, and it's a motion that's always drawn a reaction from him, but you don't expect him to moan so loud. Just as quickly as you'd surprised him, he bites into the side of his palm, muffling the noises that follow.

"Aw, don't cover your mouth," you're settling back between his legs as you speak, "I like hearing you."

Something about your words causes his cheeks to turn cherry red, and yet, he pries his hand back out of his mouth. There's that cherry stem again.

Your tongue meets the sensitive base of his cock, laving at where it meets his balls until it's so wet that it shines in the dim light. He looks like he's about to start fussing again just as you trace your tongue up a vein, following it until you can swirl around his sensitive head.

"Fuck," he gasps, fisting the sheets, "p-please, darlin'."

And how can you wait any longer when he asks you so nicely?

Taking a deep breath in, you sink down on him, hollowing your cheeks as you work him into your mouth. Thick fingers take hold of the side of your head, gripping tight but not enough to hurt. You're only about halfway down when his hips twitch, and the head of his cock bumps into the back of your throat. You don't mean to gag around him, but the fluttering of your throat only serves to make him louder for you.

"God, shit—" Rhett swears, and it's so loud compared to his former murmurings, "baby."

Breathing through your nose, you gather your composure, pushing yourself further down until he's properly working into your throat. It's not a motion you can maintain for more than a few seconds at a time, but lord, does it work wonders on your cowboy.

Keening high in his throat, Rhett squirms against the sheets; you can't tell if he's trying to wriggle free or get more. The fat head of his cock eases into your throat with every motion, jaw already aching with the effort.

“Feels good,” he babbles, “fuck, that feels so good.”

With every motion, your throat grows more and more numb from the abuse it's receiving; as much as you know it's going to ache in a little bit, you take him even further until the tip of your nose just barely brushes against his belly.

"'M already close," the words are just barely out of his mouth when you reel back, letting your mouth off him with a soft pop, and he whimpers.

He's already about to fuss again when you wrap a hand around him, stroking once, twice, and then stopping firm at his base. What words were about to spill off his tongue instead ripples out as an outright sob, echoing throughout the bedroom. It sends heat flushing between your legs; you want to hear that again.

Rhett's hips attempt to draw back and rise into your hand, but you've got a firm grip that doesn't falter. "Please," like a mantra, over and over, “please, darlin', please let me cum.”

It's not your intention to make him cum yet, but your hand strokes up his cock anyway, painfully slow. "Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" Your voice is gravely, so different from how it was just a few minutes ago, "hm?"

At first, all he does is nod his agreement, but then your hand stops, "y-yes."

"Yes, what?"

He gulps, adam's apple bobbing with it, "I want—" his own voice is cut short by a sudden, shaky breath as your hand works him again, "I wanna be your good boy."

Letting go of him for the umpteenth time, you reach down to tug your lace panties off; even so, with your intentions so clear, Rhett starts to fidget.

"Hold on, hold on," you can't help but giggle at the sight; he's reaching for you, eager fingers wiggling in an attempt to beckon you back to him faster. They settle onto your waist as soon as you're within reaching distance, holding on as you settle into his lap and take him into your hand once more.

You only have it in you to slide him between your folds once, and then you're letting him catch on your entrance. Despite him having laid you down and fucked you on the kitchen counter this morning, you can still feel the delicious stretch of his fat head as it eases into your cunt.

As soon as your hips come flush together, you waste no time in placing your hands on his chest and drawing yourself back up. His head drags against the soft, spongey spot inside of you, and just the sensation alone is enough to have your entrance fluttering around him.

"Baby, baby, baby," Rhett babbles, squeezing your hips in his hands, "just like that."

The pace you set is intense, almost brutal as your hips rise and fall on him; it feels like he's forcing the breath out of your lungs with every downward motion. Long gone is Rhett's ability to stay quiet, keening with every move you make, eyes rolling into the back of his head when you clamp down around him.

"I'm gonna cum," he blurts, "baby—ah! I'm gonna cum."

You stop, and he loses it.

"Fuck!" He cries, loud and desperate, "fuck, why-why won't you let me cum?"

Feigning obliviousness, you lean down until your noses are touching, "tie that cherry stem into a knot," those pretty blue eyes widen, "and maybe I'll let you cum."

You grant him just a few more seconds to recompose himself, and then your hips are working again, thighs lifting and dropping at the same pace as before. Your change in angle has rewarded you with the dizzying pleasure of his cock driving directly into that soft spot, a slick noise bouncing off the walls as your cunt takes him.

Rhett's eyebrows are furrowing with his effort to tie that damn cherry stem, but you foil his work by tightening yourself around him, "god, fuck, baby."

His voice alone sends a wildfire raging in your lower belly, and with one hand, you reach between your bodies, fingertips finding your swollen clit. You're still so, so sensitive from your first orgasm, and all it takes is the fleeting memory of Rhett on his knees and few, well-placed spirals before you're freezing up on top of him. You cum with a soft cry, thighs clamping down on his hips as your body spasms.

You don't quite remember closing your eyes, you don't think they've been closed for that long, but when they flutter open, you find quite the sight before you.

"Darlin', please," his voice is weak as he squirms below you. His eyes water with unshed tears, threatening to bubble over with every blink, and he's trembling. "Darlin' darlin' I—"

His jaw shakes as his mouth closes, tongue working, again and again, to tie that damned cherry stem into a knot.

Just as you pull off of him, his mouth opens, revealing a loosely tied stem.

"Such a good boy for me," you praise, and your intentions are to lower yourself and suck him off, but he won't let you go. He's babbling something intelligible, pushed so, so far that he can't form his words properly. "Rhett?"

He keens high in his throat, tries to repeat himself, but you still don't understand, and he still won't let you free of his iron grip.

"Okay, okay," scooting up the bed, you settle next to him, and he's so, so eager to hold you closer.

Planting your hand on his back, you draw him in until his head is resting on your chest; with your free hand, you reach down and wrap your fingers around his cock. He jumps at your touch, squirming into it as he continues to babble something you can't make out, but it doesn't sound at all close to your safeword, so you keep stroking him.

You squeeze him a little tighter, wrist flicking towards the end of each and every stroke, and you can feel him panting into your chest.

"I-I'm," it's the first thing you can understand, stutter punctuated by his hips weakly twitching into your palm.

"Go ahead," murmuring into his messy hair, "cum for me, Rhett."

His breath hitches, and with a weakened whimper, he cums just as you'd asked, painting your hand and tummy with burning hot semen. You pump him through it until he's relaxing back into you, panting for his breath again.

Wet tears land on your chest, "fuck."

"Rhett?" You're worried—did you push him too far? Was he misremembering his safeword?

But then he's tilting his head up you, smiling weakly but so, so genuinely up at you, "'m alright," he hiccups, voice rougher than you've ever heard it, "don't think I've ever been so desperate to cum in my life." He laughs at his own words, even more so when you join him.

The both of you are an absolute wreck, sticky with a gross mixture of sweat, spit, and cum, but you can't bring yourself to move. You're not sure if Rhett will let go of you even if the house were to come burning down.

"If I buy you another whiskey sour the next time we go to the bar," he says, kissing your skin as he shyly blinks up at you, "can we do that again?"

You think you just might melt.

"Baby," leaning down to kiss him on the lips, "all you need to do is ask."

The next time you're at the bar, Rhett's so focused on ordering a very specific drink and high tailing it out of there that he doesn't even realize Maria and her friends are standing right next to him.

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