#but the range of motion in the shoulders leaves something to be desired

[mustainegf]

Backstage sex with current Papa Het pleaseeee

Your writing is so good!!!!

I’ve been having SOOOO much fun writing these older James fics… I’m slobbering

As I stood backstage, clutching the pass that granted me access to a world I had only dreamed of, the excitement in my chest was almost unbearable.

The echoes of Metallica's legendary performance still rang in my ears, and the energy of the concert pulsed through my veins.

Yeah I’d seen them plenty of times, but I’d never been lucky enough to get VIP.

I made my way through the dimly lit corridors, each step bringing me closer to something I could have never dreamed up.

I paused in front of the door labeled "James Hetfield." My heart pounded with a mix of nerves and exhilaration. The man behind that door was an icon, a living legend. I knocked softly, but there was no response.

After a moment's hesitation, I decided to gently push the door open a crack, curiosity getting the better of me.

What I saw made my breath catch in my throat. James Hetfield sat on a beat up leather couch, his ruggedly handsome face twisted in concentration.

His graying hair was messy, falling around his strong, chiseled features. His muscular arms, covered in intricate tattoos, flexed as his hand moved rhythmically along his impressive length.

His chest, broad and powerful, was heaving with deep breaths. He was completely lost in the moment, his eyes closed and his head resting against the back of the couch.

I gasped softly, unable to tear my eyes away. The sound made him open his eyes, and our gazes locked. I tried to stammer an apology, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," but before I could retreat, he smirked, his blue eyes locking onto me. He didn't stop his movements; instead, he beckoned me closer with a flick of his finger.

"Come in," he said, his voice a low, seductive growl.

My body moved on its own, propelled by an odd jumble of embarrassment, arousal, and complete disbelief. I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me.

The room was filled with the scent of leather, cigar smoke and his musky cologne, making my head swim. James watched me with an evil gleam in his eyes, his smirk never fading.

"You like what you see?" he asked, his voice seemed dripping with authority.

I nodded, unable to find my voice. The sight of him, so raw and primal, was intoxicating. His hand continued to stroke his cock, slow and deliberate, the motion hypnotic.

"Come here," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. I walked over to him, my legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down onto the couch beside him, his grip firm and possessive. "Touch it," he commanded.

I reached out tentatively, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft. He was hot and hard in my hand, the veins bulging along its length.

I could feel his pulse throbbing beneath my fingers, each beat resonating through my entire body. He let out a low groan, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice rough and filled with desire. "Now, take off your clothes."

The command sent a thrill through me, and I quickly complied, stripping off my clothes with trembling hands. His gaze ate up my body, setting my skin on fire. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap, his cock pressing insistently against my entrance.

"Ride me," he growled, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. "Show me how much you want this."

I positioned myself over him and slowly sank down onto his length, gasping as he stretched me. He filled me completely, the sensation unlike any sex I'd had before.

He didn't give me time to adjust, thrusting up into me with a pump that tore my remaining breath away.

"Fuck, you're tight sweetheart," he grunted, his fingers digging into my hips. "Ride me harder, I know you can do it."

I did as he commanded, bouncing up and down on his cock, my hands gripping his broad shoulders for support. His thrusts were rough and relentless, each one sending shocks of arousal through my body.

I could feel the tightness building inside me, my orgasm approaching quickly.

James reached between us, his calloused fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation was too much, and I came almost instantly, my body twitching around him. He continued to pound into me, prolonging my pleasure, his own groans growing louder as he chased his release.

He kissed his way down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin and on purpose. When he reached my breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently until I was writhing on top of him.

"James, please, its too much," I moaned, my body aching for him.

He looked up at me with a wicked smile. "Patience," he said, his voice a seductive growl.

I gasped, my hands clutching the couch cushions as he brought me to the brink of madness with his skilled cock.

"James, hurry," I begged, my voice trembling.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he growled, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move.

This time, his thrusts were slow and deep, each one hitting a spot that made me see stars. He leaned up, capturing my lips in a reddening kiss as he set a hard pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer as he drove me higher and higher.

The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, moans, gasps, the slap of skin against skin. He fucked me with a passion I'd never felt before, his eyes locked on mine the entire time.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Take it..."

His words sent me over the edge again, and I screamed his name as I came, my nails digging into his inked shoulders. He followed seconds later, stilling himself deep inside me as he filled me with his seed.

Finally, he pulled out of me let me collapse onto his chest.

"That was… incredible," I said, still dazed from the raw fuck.

James chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "You're not bad yourself," he said, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from my face. "Maybe we can do this again sometime."

I had come to see Metallica, but I had gotten so much more than I had ever imagined.

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[angelosearch]

So apparently, faux-leather jackets and jackets with fur collars and the combo are in right now. I went to the mall today, and I saw a few different stores that had them in the front window.

Well. I am now a proud owner of a Squacket (Squall Jacket), and I will use it to construct a casual Squoutfit (Squall Outfit)!!!

#it's honestly very warm and comfy #but the range of motion in the shoulders leaves something to be desired #my hope is I will wear the squoutfit and attract other ff8 obsessed people to my orbit #ff8 #squall leonhart #squall

[thelastsequence]

Taking on the school bully Pt. 2

Sub M!Reader x G!P ITZY Yeji

Part 1 | Part 2

The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day. As usual, I packed my things and walked over to Yeji’s desk, waiting patiently for her to be done. It had become my daily ritual; I would follow Yeji home every day after class and she would fuck my throat. Of course, sometimes there would be some studying involved, but it would mostly end up with her cock in my mouth anyway.

Yeji grabbed my hand and we walked out of class together. There had been some rumours spreading, with people noticing how much Yeji was together with me nowadays. Some students thought we were a couple now while some had more… wild ideas. It did feel a little uneasy to suddenly be the center of attention, but I tried my best to focus on my assignments.

Once again, Felix picked us up from school and we went up to Yeji’s room again. She grumbled and sat on the bed with a sigh.

“Class was sooo boring today, wasn’t it? I’m surprised I didn’t fall asleep.”

“Yeah, I mean, Ms Taeyeon’s classes are usually like that, aren’t they?”

She shrugged her shoulders and lay down, leaving me staring at her awkwardly. Her perky breasts strained against her white uniform top, her chest heaving softly as she scrolled on her phone. With a small motion, her delicate slender fingers beckoned me and I moved closer to her.

“Today, we’re gonna do something different okay? I hope you’re ready, Hyung-soo.”

“Wh-what is it?”

“I’ll tell you later, now… time to get to work.”

I nodded and got onto the bed, lying next to her. She immediately dove in and gave me an aggressive kiss, her tongue furiously intertwining with mine. I moaned softly as she began holding onto me with her left hand, fondling my nipples at the same time with her right. She began to get messier with her tongue, leaving trails of spit around my mouth and on my chin.

When she tapped my waist twice, it was her signal for me to go down on her. Obediently, I got up and knelt in front of her, my hands unzipping her skirt again. Inhaling the intoxicating scent of her shaft, I shuddered as I savoured the enjoyable fragrance. Her pink tip was already leaking glistening precum which I quickly lapped up.

Yeji moaned lustily as my tongue met her flesh. I continued to lick at her cockhead, coating it in saliva as I tried to coax more precum out.

“Does it taste good, Hyung-soo?” She whispered while patting my head.

“Yeah… it always does, Yeji…” I continued devouring her cock, giving long sweeping licks along her shaft. I also didn’t forget to pay attention to her balls, sucking them one by one in my mouth before releasing them with a lewd pop sound.

“F-fuck… Hyung-soo, you’re getting better and better…” I smiled contentedly at her, with a string of spit connecting her tip to my lips. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth wide and took her entire length into my mouth. I was getting used to deepthroating her with practice and I could now fit her whole shaft without much difficulty. With the spit that was flowing down her cock, I used it to lube her balls and massage them with my hands.

By now, Yeji was hurling expletives loudly across the room, bucking her hips and thrusting deeper into my mouth. Based on her actions, it felt like she was going to ruin my throat again.

All of a sudden, she pulled out of my mouth and gave me a wet kiss, tasting her cock on my lips. I was a little surprised, as she would usually facefuck me until she dumped a load down my throat. I guess today was different.

“I’ve been wanting to try something with you, Hyung-soo… Get on the bed and lie on your back, okay?” Yeji said to me. There was a glint of pure lust in her eyes, a slight shakiness in her voice that threatened to give away her desire. I nodded nervously and did as she said, still unsure about where she was going with this.

I felt her smooth delicate hands pull down my trousers, following a cheeky slap of my ass. I grunted, feeling a slight stinging sensation on my skin.

“Yeji, what are you going to do?”

“Don’t worry baby, just relax…”

I heard her open the drawer on her pink bedside table and take something out. One of her hands began massaging my bottom, when there was a sudden cold liquid trickling onto my exposed hole. I gasped in surprise, with Yeji coating my butthole with the cold fluid.

“Yeji, is that…”

“Yes, it’s lube, baby…”

Oh god. I hadn’t expected this when I stepped into her house today. Maybe one part of me knew this was going to come some day, but not this soon.

Yeji was going to fuck me.

I felt a solitary finger slowly inch its way into my rear, eliciting a muffled moan from me. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, as my walls immediately clenched around her intruding finger.

“Ooh, so tight, Hyung-soo… What a cute little virgin ass.” Yeji muttered with a giggle. She continued gently fingering me and getting my asshole to get used to this new feeling. I kept moaning uncontrollably, my body reacting to this newfound pleasure.

After a while, she applied more lube and stuck a second finger inside, beginning to finger me with more force. This time, it hurt a little which made me grip her bedsheets tightly. Seeing my reaction, Yeji slowed her pace down and patted my head.

“Come on, baby, be a good boy…” I nodded and let her increase her speed. I felt her fingers go deeper and deeper with each thrust, almost reaching my prostate. She suddenly stopped, leaving her two delicate fingers inside my ass. I involuntarily started grinding on her fingers, and fucking myself on them. I didn’t even realise it, I guess my body wanted it that badly.

“Wow… you’re moving your ass on your own, I guess you’re ready for the real thing, Hyung-soo…” she whispered sultrily in my ear.

“Yes, Yeji… please…” I could only moan out weakly.

She slapped her majestic cock on my bare ass cheeks a couple of times, before finally easing the tip into my tight hole. I couldn’t control myself as I moaned loudly, the pain and pleasure coalescing into a new experience for my body. I clenched tightly around Yeji’s shaft as she slowly penetrated deeper into me.

A contented sigh escaped her lips, her hand grabbing onto my bare ass. She sighed contently as she bottomed out inside of me.

“Yeji… it’s so biiiig…” I felt my voice reach a pitch higher than normal, whining as Yeji started thrusting into me at a slow rhythm. I could feel her shaft getting harder inside me, as it kept hitting my prostate. She poured more lube into my crack and started pounding me with more speed.

This new sensation of being filled up by a large cock was overwhelming, my brain spinning wildly. I was unable to form coherent thoughts as Yeji plowed deeper and deeper into me. All I could focus on was how good her dick felt inside me and how I wanted to milk her heavy balls.

Yeji’s hands had an iron grip around my waist, I could only squirm in futile protest to her invading shaft. My moans contrasted with her grunts, an erotic symphony filling her room. Soon I felt her thrusts become more erratic and forceful and her nails dug into my skin.

“I’m close Hyung-soo… Take my cum, bitchboy…” I could feel her cock throb inside me, a sign that she was about to release her seed inside me.

“I’m cumming, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum inside you…” Yeji’s moans grew louder and louder, until her cock went all the way inside me. I felt her warm liquid gush into my tight hole, coating my walls in her sticky cum.

“Oh my… Yeji… that’s so much…”

She pulled her cock out which made my stomach churn for a split second. Now that there was nothing plugging my hole, her cum flowed out freely, a creamy stain of how Yeji had used my ass.

“I can’t believe I just took your virginity, baby boy… You’re so fucking tight.” Yeji smiled devilishly before kissing my cheek. She moved closer to me, her dripping cock a few inches in front of my face. Without a second thought, I licked her shaft clean of cum, making sure to swallow every last salty drop. Yeji moaned again while gently stroking my hair.

“You’re getting better at this Hyung-soo… I didn’t know you would be so tight for me.” She said as she sat next to me, holding onto my arm.

“Thanks Yeji, I’m glad you enjoyed it…” I whispered contentedly to her.

“So… are we gonna study or what?

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Hi everyone! Thanks for the support on my first fic <3 I hope you enjoy Part 2 as well! Sorry if it feels a little rushed 😭😭 I had some stuff going on and there's about to be a major milestone in my life soon which I'm preparing for. For my upcoming fics, I'm still undecided if I want to keep them in the same setting or a different one, so let me know your thoughts.

Cheers, Ren

#thelastsequence #itzy smut #kpop smut #yeji smut #kpop girl group smut #kpop male reader smut

[snoopyana]

neighbors.

“ fuck the fame and the fortune. well maybe not the fortune. “

with doyoung recently moving into the area, he wanted to meet his new neighbors. but with his kind intentions, comes a burning desire for his sly next-door neighbor.

kim doyoung. smut

May 15th, 10:35PM.

a faint knock rang throughout your apartment, you had been stationed in your living room, waiting for Hyuck and his friends to arrive. already having everything ready for them, you trudged over to the door, unlocking and swinging it open in one swift motion. the 3 men stepped into your entryway, closing the door behind them.

disappearing into your home, faint chatter from your TV could be heard, paired with your footsteps echoing through the hall. reappearing in front of the trio again, hands now occupied with small bundles of weed. “i think this is all.” voice barely above a whisper, hyuck reached out to empty your hands, giving the drug to the quiet mark and jeno that stood behind him. “thanks and sorry for such short notice, we added a little extra for your time.” pointing behind him, the 2 men shot a small smile, which you gladly returned.

handing you a folded lump of cash, going in for a side hug as he did. “thanks and no problem. but be careful with leaving, they’ve gotten a little more observant lately.” they being the front desk of your apartment complex. sending the males off, you settled back into your couch. counting off the money you newly received.

as the men walked out of the residence, doyoung happened to be at his door across the hall. glancing over his shoulder, he watched as the trio made their way out, mumbling amongst themselves as they spun a corner to the elevator. once they were out of sight, he couldn’t help but look at your door. the realization hitting him, he never even greeted you yet.

May 17th, 7:20PM.

doyoung was awoken to the sound of his alarm going off. rubbing the sleep from out of his eyes, making his way to the kitchen. he had stayed up a little longer than he should have. thinking about how to go about greeting you. slumping over his kitchen island, the male settled for a simple cookie box. praying you had no allergies. deciding to avoid nuts and peanut butter cookies just in case. once his decision was made, heheaded for the shower. you on the other hand, were already ready for your day. planning to have a little outing with your friends, you had gotten a little excited — leading to you being 40 minutes ahead of schedule. scrolling through your phone to kill time.

when the time came, you both walked out your respective doors at the same time. bag slung over your shoulder. locking your door, you turned to see doyoung doing the same. the first thing you noticed was how he basically towered over you, second being how you never saw him before. you examined his outfit, gray turtleneck, and black slacks. seemingly dressed for something important. while you on the other hand were simply going to quick meetup. he turned to meet your gaze before walking down the corridor, with you trailing close behind him, slipping your headphones on. neighbors by j.cole making its way into your ears. stopping at the elevator, doyoung pressed the lobby button.

the ride down was quiet. you were occupied with your phone, he was occupied by you. analyzing and starring a little longer than he should. the sound of the machine rumbling filled the silence, then a ding. the doors slide open and the two of you stepped out. walking towards the door, you finally looked up from your screen to realize he he held the door open for you. “thanks.” you said with a small grin, making your way to your car. he watched you walk away before making his way to the bus stop. his face heating up as the scene replayed in his mind.

May 18th, 4:37PM.

it was a slow day, having a few people stop by to pick up different things from your home. not expecting anyone else for the day, the noise of someone knocking on your door came as a surprise. the pounding continued as your feet shuffled across the floor. opening the door, you were greeted by a nervous doyoung. his hands gripped a little box, the male rocked on his heels, lips parting to speak. but you bet him to it. “how can i help you?” your eyes scanned his face as he searched for his own words. “i just wanted to stop by, say hi. i just moved in across the hall.” he paused, freeing one of his hands to point at his door. “and yeah. i wanted to give you these. they’re cookies.” pushing the box towards your hands, he hoped you’d accept his gift.

his eyes locked with your own, feeling your hands brush over his to retrieve the box. his hands feel back to his side, there was silence. “thanks uh.” you didn’t know his name yet, but he was quick to fix that. “doyoung. i’m doyoung.” he leaned forward a bit as he spoke. “thanks doyoung.” smiling at the male, you retreated back into your home, kicking the door closed with your heel. doyoung doing the same, not wanting to look weird standing outside of your door.

setting the cookies down on your coffee table, you went back to watching whatever show was playing on your tv, quickly being more occupied with your phone instead of whatever lousy show aired that afternoon. glancing over your screen, the pink box of cookies stared back at you.

June 7th, 9:27AM

the sun seeped through your blinds as your alarm blared for the sixth time. your hand draped over your eyes, while the other searched for your phone. turning the alarm off, you laid for a moment— staring at the ceiling. the buzz of your phone making you finally get up. ignoring it for now, you made-way to the bathroom, cranking on the shower.

doyoung had been awake for awhile now, making his rounds around the kitchen. you had told him that you enjoyed the cookies he made last month and the male made it a habit to make you something sweet every week — going out of his way to deliver it in front of your door by 10AM. running a little behind today, he opted for some simple cinnamon rolls. digging in his fridge for the icing he made a few hours prior.

as he baked in his home, you exiting the shower. water dripping from your body while you slowly made your way to your bedroom. flopping into your desk chair, letting your body partially air dry. it was now 9:57 and you expected to hear a knock on the door. quickly dressing yourself, the expected knocks rang through the walls. opening the door to a smiley doyoung, he plopped the treats into your arms. “i hope you don’t mind, i ate like two.” rubbing his hands together, he waited for the hug that you recently started to give him after his deliveries. you two getting rather close in such a short amount of time.

sighing, your eyes locked. “since you had some, im gonna have to skip that hug. bye doie!” going to close your door, his foot stopped it. “you can’t do that!” he whined through the crack. “yes i can, and i just did. bye doyoung!” kicking his foot causing him to retract — giving you time to close the door with a laugh. shuffling to your kitchen, the box was placed on your island, to be eaten later.

June 19th, 2PM

you were sat in front of your vanity, doing last minute touches to your face. doyoung had invited you to hang out a few days ago. offering to take you around the city. it felt like a date, to him it probably was a date, to you it definitely was a date. canceling any other plans you had that day — in case this outing ran longer than planned. slipping on last minute jewelry, your phone buzzed on your bed. rolling your chair to the bed, a message from doyoung blared on your screen.

baker man🐰

hey, just wanted to let you know i’m outside.

rushing to the front door, you slide your shoes on. reaching for the jacket that hung on your coat rack. he could hear you shuffling around as he stood outside your door. adjusting his shirt as he waited. your door finally opening, he made room for you to walk out. “you ready?” he questioned, looking you up and down. “mhm, lets go.”

June 19th, 11:37PM

the night.seemed to go by fast. walking through the streets, stopping at small stores to look around. doyoung had even bought you a few things that you looked interested in — offering to then carry the bags for you as he walked beside you. before you two left, you had offered to take your car, as it would mean he’d have to carry less stuff. he declined, wanting all the places he took you to be a surprise — since if you drove, he’d have to tell you every location. but you didn’t mind walking late into the night, getting to know doyoung even more as you walked together.

making it back to the apartment, you fumbled with the keys as the man stood behind you. bags in hand. finally, the door cracked open and you stepped inside, doyoung following. he placed the bags in your living room, looking around the place as he did. as this was his first time actually being inside your apartment. it was simple, the faint smell of peach invading his senses. “you can take a seat if you want.” you yelled from the kitchen, walking into the living space with two waters. placing his on the coffee table.

he watched as you plopped down onto your couch, making yourself comfortable. doing the same, he relaxed into the seat. there was silence, out the corner of his eye he watched you scroll through your phone. lips parted as your finger lazily tapped the screen. it set him aback when you broke the silence. “tonight was fun, thanks for taking me around.” your eyes were still glued onto your screen — posting some of the pictures that you took while out. doyoungs face was never clearly seen in the pictures, but you kinda liked it. liked the thought of no one really knowing who he was.

“i’m glad you liked it.” he whispered, a smile forming on his face as he turned his body to face yours. feeling the couch dip, your eyes flickered away from your screen. taking in the man that sat in front of you. your gaze going between his eyes and his lips. he took that as a sign, leaning forward until he hovered over you. faces mere inc lol hes away from each other.

throwing your phone onto the couch, you ignored the messages that came in. your hands finding their way to the back of doyoungs neck. gently pushing him down so your lips met. his skin heated up as the small kiss quickly evolved into a not so small make out session. you were in control to start, the power slowly shifting to doyoung as he gripped your waist. breaking the kiss to settle you onto his lap. his lips quickly finding yours again.

stopping for air, you looked at his now expressively dilated pupils. the man shifted underneath you, rocking his hips into yours. blood was rushing to his dick and he painfully aware of it. you were too. your hands gliding through his hair as the light from the TV illuminated parts of his face. he started to get embarrassed as the silence grew and his cock twitched in his pants. eyes roaming around the room to avoid eye contact. his eyes darting to your hands that were making their way to his pants.

leaning down, your lips next to his ear, you whispered “we gotta make this quick, haechans coming by for a deal.” nodding his head, doyoung helped you get his pants off, tugging at the fabric until it was now at his knees. pulling down his boxers, a hiss slipped past his lips as the cold air hit his dick. it twitched as he sat there and watched you discard of your jeans and panties. your shirt covering your bottom half.

your thighs on either side of his lap, you hovered over him. doyoung let his hands grip onto your waist to keep you steady, eagerly watching as you lined his dick up with your hole. slowly sinking down onto the man, his groans filled the room as he was now buried deep inside you. biting down on your lips, adjusting to the stretch.

the man gave you close to no time to adjust any further. gripping onto your sides, his hips snapped up into yours. earning a drawn out gasp from your throat. your arms wrapping around his neck, head falling into the crook of his neck while he abused your core as a brutal pace.

“d..doyoung slow down..” whining into his ear, he only speed up. the sound of skin slapping together filled the dimly lit room. your breathing grew heavy, clenching around the male. the knot in your stomach quickly tightening. you couldn’t even get a sentence out before your body started to feel weak and you were seeing stars. your body being hot to the touch as you came.

you felt dizzy and began to feel over-stimulated as doyoung kept his pace. biting down on his lips, he felt himself start to unravel. “inside?” he huffed out, his arms gripping around your body tighter than before. mumbling a breathy yes into his neck, he quickly finished. feeling his own cum drip onto his legs whist pulling out.

you two laid there for a while, the sound of your phone going off and a knock on the door. reaching for the device, your eyes darting across the screen.

haechannie🐻

hey im outside

i would have came in but you sounded a little

busy‼️‼️

note- hihi, i wasn’t planning on posting this fic first but since it IS doyoung day, i decided to prioritize one of my favorite men. happy birthday doyoung and i hope you guys enjoyed!!💗💗

#luvyujun #kpop #nct #nct 127 #kpop smut #haechan #nct dream #nct smut #doyoung #hyuck #fanfic

[asumofwords]

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: I feel so bad for the reader, no matter what she does, it seems like something is always waiting around the corner for her. Aemond is only going to get a lot worse...

Chapter 25: The Usurper

The Chamber of the Painted Table was lined with guards and knights, your mothers supporters and families all standing around its sides.

Candles were placed under the table in order to light the carvings, a glowing map of the realm outlining the many lands.

Winterfell sat at the north of the table, an engraved castle and triangles to signify the terrain. The rivers looked like long glowing veins, connecting all of the realm together. 

Rhaenyra was the last in the room to arrive.

You and your father stood proudly at the head of the table as she arrived. Your anger towards him singed your veins but now was not the time.

He had motioned for you to stand with him, noting that your brothers were off to the side and you had obeyed. You thought that Jacaerys should be where you stood, now that Rhaenyra had officially named him her successor.

Why had Daemon not brought him to his side?

“Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.” Daemon's voice rang loudly through the room, all bowed to show their respect.

All but Rhaenys, who you eyed warily.

“Your Grace.” Your father spoke once more, addressing Rhaenyra who stood tall with the crown seated upon her head. A large black cloak was held together by a clasp over her shoulders, with a deep red lining peeking through. 

Your mother stepped towards the table, and the Queens guards stepped forward with her. You watched as your mother looked uncomfortable by their movement before she motioned with her hand gently for them to stay put.

Rhaena stepped forth with a goblet, holding it out towards your mother with steady hands.

“Wine, My Queen.” She spoke gently, smiling upwards. Rhaenyra hesitated, before grasping the goblet.

“Thank you, Rhaena.” She paused, before nodding her head towards the table, “Come.''

Your mothers first deed as Queen was to bring women to the table.

But you were already waiting.

As they walked, she motioned to your cousin/sister Baela to join her to stand in front of the table, opposite you. Rhaenyra stared at her King Consort Daemon.

The air was still. The tension in the air was palpable and you felt unease spread through the Lords on the sides. You waited for her to address the room, but before she did that her eyes flicked to yours, lips slightly pursing before looking back at her husband. 

“What is our standing?” The Queen asked.

“We have 30 knights, a hundred crossbowmen, and 300 men-at-arms.” Your father listed off before continuing, “Dragonstone is relatively easy to defend, but as an instrument of conquest, our army leaves a lot to be desired. We have sent word to my loyal men in the City Watch. I’ll have some support there but I cannot speak to the numbers.”

Maester Gerardys leant forward to speak, “We already have declarations from Celtigar and Staunton, Massey, Darklyn, Bar Emmon.”

Your mother pointed to the map, slender finger stretched towards the Vale, “My Lady mother was an Arryn. The Vale will not turn cloak against their own kin.” 

Jacaerys stepped forward and began to place markers on the lands of our allies. His stern face concentrated on the task ahead. How he had changed so suddenly, the boy you knew was now a man.

Jacaerys could no longer be a boy, he was now next in line for the throne. The successor. The heir to the realm. 

“Riverrun was always a close friend to your father, Your Grace.” Spoke the Maester, “With Prince Daemons acquiescence, I’ve already sent ravens to Lord Grover.”

Your fathers eyes did not move from the table, and you felt the urge to speak.

“Lord Grover is fickle and easily swayed.” You argued, “He will need to be convinced of the strength of our position and that we will support him should it come to war.” 

Your mother watched you, eyes proud as you addressed the room, though something else was present.

“I’m going to treat with him myself.” Came the smooth timbre of your father, as he did not once look at you, instead eyed your mother.

There was an undeniable tension between the two. 

Steffan Darklyn’s soft voice carried across the table, “What of Storms End and Winterfell?”

Another man who you believed to be Bartimos responded, “There has never lived a Stark who forgot an oath. And with House Stark, the North will follow.”

Queen Rhaenyras face twitched in thought, “Lord Borros Baratheon will need to be reminded of his fathers promises.”

A knight with short grey hair stepped forward to grasp at a different shaped marker. He placed the ace shaped metal roughly onto the seat of House Baratheon.

Jacaerys timidly stepped forward, softly placing a new marker over Rooks nest. Your mother turned to address Princess Rhaenys, who stood behind watching from afar.

“What news from Driftmark?”

“Lord Corlys sails for Dragonstone.”

“To declare for his Queen.” Came the petty reply of your father.

“The Velaryon fleet is in my husband's yoke. He decides where they sail.” Came Rhaenys' curt reply.

“We shall pray for both you and your husband's support. Just as we prayed nightly for the Sea Snakes return to good health.” The Queen spoke. Rhaenys bowed her head and smiled. “Theres no port on the Narrow Sea would dare to make an enemy of the Velaryon fleet.”

“And our enemies?” Your mother continued, turning to look at the table once more, awaiting for her council to respond. 

“We have no friends among the Lannisters.” Your father sneered.

You huffed a laugh continuing for your father, “Tyland has served the Hand too long to turn against him. And Otto Hightower needs the Lannister fleet.”

Your mother gave you another look, something she hadn’t given you before. It almost set you on edge.

“Without the Lannisters, we are not like to finding allies west of the Golden Tooth.” Rhaenyra replied.

An ace shaped marker was set above River Run on the table.

Daemon looked down at the table, hands fiddling in front of him subtly, “The Riverlands are essential, Your Grace.” 

An old man, with little to no white hair left on his head, robes of black and red stood forward, “Pray forgive my bluntness, Your Grace,” He bowed towards your father before turning to look at your mother, “But talk of men is moot. Your cause owns a power that has not been seen in this world since the days of Old Valyria. Dragons.”

Your mother liked across the table incredulously, “The Greens have dragons as well.”

Your father sharp voice interrupted your mother.

“They have three adults, by my count. We have Syndor, Syrax, Caraxes and Meleys.”

“Your sons have Vermax, Arrax, and Tyraxes. Baela has Moondancer.” He finished.

“Daemon, none of our dragons have been to war.” The Queen argued.

“There are also unclaimed dragons. Seasmoke still resides on Driftmark. Vermithor and Silverwing dwell on Dragonmont, still riderless.” Your father shot back.

Your hands tightened at your sides.

“They are riderless for a reason, father.” You snipped but he continued, “There are three wild dragons, all of whom nest here.”

“And who is to ride them?” Your mother asked, her tone mocking her husband.

“Dragonstone has 13 to their 4.” Your father started, but you cut him off once more.

“Yet only one has seen war, and that is the one-eyed cravens. Aemond rides the largest and one of the oldest dragons in the world. Vhagar has seen war and has won it. Do we not see this as a disadvantage?” You argued.

Your father ignored you, still looking at your mother, where Rhaena stood shyly beside her.

“I also have a score of eggs incubating in the Dragonmont.” Daemon roughly placed the Dark Sister blade against the table and walked around to the side beside Jacaerys.

“Now we need a place to gather, a toehold large enough to house a sizable host.” He roughly picked up and placed a metal marker on the table, the clunk echoing through the room, “Here, at Harrenhal. We cut off the west, surround Kings Landing with dragons.” He continued excitedly.

“And we could have every Green head mounted on spikes before the fucking moon turns.” His head turns to look at you, then back at your Queen, who stood still angrily staring at the Rogue Prince. 

Before your mother could respond, Ser Eryyk came walking from behind, “Your Grace, a ship has been sighted offshore: a lone galleon, flying a banner of a three-headed green dragon.”

Your heart raced in your chest and you rushed to walk to your mothers side, your father bellowing out a command to the room.

“Alert the watchtowers. Sight the skies.” He barked, racing back to the head of the table to grab the Dark Sister blade before leaving the chambers. 

You looked to your mother who stared impassively at the table. 

“My Queen,” You said gently, “Do you wish for me to mount Syndor?” You asked softly, Rhaena standing beside you waiting for commands from Rhaenyra. 

A beat passed before your mother turned her head to you, looking you up and down before responding, voice strong and decisive.

“No. Go with Daemon.” And with that she turned to leave the chambers, all those present bowing as she passed, before moving to their duties. 

Your feet carried you swiftly to catch up with your father, the sight of his silver hair moving with the breeze of his pace making you speed further. 

“Kepa.” You called, as you tried to catch up.

He did not turn.

“Kepa.” You called again. He did not stop nor did he falter. You stopped in your place.

You would not chase him.

“Daemon!” You yelled, and finally his steps came to a slow halt. The man turned his head, not to look at you, but to show you his profile indicating that he was listening. You walked to stand in front of him.

“Are you so impatient to start a war, that you wish to demean mother in front of her own council? Her own men?” You accused, breaths coming out roughly through your nose.

The Rogue Prince did not reply, instead looked at you with a blank face.

“Do you truly have nothing to say to me?” You asked, shaking your head in disbelief.

Silence.

You felt if there was any more silence after today you would go mad. 

“Answer me!” You shoved his broad chest, hands slapping roughly against him.

The Prince did not budge, though his eyes softened.

“We are wasting time.” He muttered, turning on his heel to start walking as you stood in shock.

Your father had a habit of being a cunt to people, but you were never on the receiving end of it.

“You are a coward.” You gritted through your teeth.

The King Consort stopped abruptly, turning around once more to march back up to you.

“I have lost more in one day than you could ever imagine.” He growled. “Move.” He flicked his head to the side and began to walk.

You sniffed, straightening yourself before walking beside him. The walls of the castle were lined in lit torches as the sun began to set. But a shadow had begun to fall over your family.

Knights and guards walked behind the two of you as you marched out the front of the large stone doors, before beginning down the winding path outside.

As you looked behind you in search of your mother, you saw the castle. It was lit with flames along its sides and in the pathways. The sun's final rays giving the large stone walls an ominous glow. 

You looked back at your father, who had slowed his steps for you to catch up. As you returned to his side he looked down at you, face stern yet his eyes soft.

“You know that I love you deeply, and I know that you wish to tear my head off. Though you must learn there is a time and a place, and now is not the time, nor the place.” 

You went to open your mouth to argue but he beat you to it, “You may scorn me later. For now, you must control your anger and your tongue.” 

You bit the insides of your cheeks, tasting the bitter tang of copper as your teeth cut through the soft flesh. Hands curled into tight fists before releasing them you took a large breath in, holding as you continued down the path before releasing it roughly though your nose.

A large circular space opened on the path, and you stood with your father waiting. Ahead of you, a large stone entrance to the castle. Large steel doors opened wide for the unwelcome guests with two large watch towers flanking each side. 

As you stood you watched the doorway, waiting for the sight of the Greens.

Anticipation prickled your skin, and you felt a wave of anxiety course through you as you looked to the skies. It was beginning to become overcast with large clouds forming above you. You wondered if you would hear ‘Dracarys’ called out from above by your younger uncle.

Though not much time had passed, the anticipation made it feel like an eternity. Daemon paced in front of you, his restlessness making you uneasy, though you schooled your nerves.

You walked forward to intercept your fathers next pace, holding his hand gently before nodding your head upwards.

There, at the gates came the figure of Otto Hightower, behind him half a dozen men. You could tell that your father was itching to use his sword, hand resting atop the hilt of it, fingers strumming loudly against the metal. 

“Gīda aōla, kepa.” (Calm yourself, father.) You gently spoke, hoping to put the man in front of you at ease.

By now, Otto and his men had reached the open space in the path before you. He stood in hideous green robes, a trim of fur around the collar, with the pin of the Hand sitting snuggly upon his breast.

His hair was fluffed back by the winds of his journey on the sea, and you thought he looked awfully uncomfortable, though smug. You noted one of the Maesters from Kings Landing stood behind him.

“I come at the behest of the Dowager Queen Alicent, mother of King Aegon, Second of His Name, Lord and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms.” Came the pompous drone of Otto Hightower.

The Rogue Princes hands were both on Dark Sister as you stood beside him watching. Your fathers head tilting to the side. You knew he was thinking of slaying Otto in the same manner he did the younger Valeryon Prince. 

“I’ve been directed to deliver her message only to Princess Rhaenyra. Where is the Princess?” He asked.

Your father simply nodded in agitation.

No words were spoken as you both stared at Otto Hightower and behind you, the large screech of Syrax resonated throughout the sky. Both you and your father watched calmly as Otto's eyes were drawn to the noise behind you.

The sounds of beating wings flowed above you, and a gust of wind moved your hair. 

Above you was your mother, crown strong upon her head as she rode Syrax. The great golden dragon let out a loud roar as it flew behind Otto and his men. Otto tensed, body rigid as he watched the dragon land behind them, trapping him and his men between Daemon and Syrax. 

The Rogue Prince smirked with pride as he watched Queen Rhaenyra’s dragon cause Ottos men to clutch their swords in fear, ducking as Syrax screeched loudly into the air. You let out a small huff of a laugh, your father eyeing you from the side as you could not contain the joy of witnessing their fear. 

Your mother sat proudly atop the dragon as it bellowed, lowering itself to let Rhaenyra dismount, before walking through the men to come stand beside you and your father. She did not pass a glance to Otto, and his face held shock as he witnessed King Viserys crown atop her head. 

“Princess Rhaenyra.”

“I’m Queen Rhaenyra now.” Your mother spoke, “And you all are traitors to the realm.”

“King Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name, in his wisdom and desire for peace, is offering terms.” Hightower's eyes slid to your figure beside your father before looking back at the woman in front of him.

“Acknowledge Aegon as King and swear obeisance before the Iron Throne. In exchange, His Grace will confirm your possession of Dragonstone. It will pass to your true born son, Jacaerys, upon your death.”

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Dragonstone was yours to claim. Dragonstone was to be your holding, not Jacaerys'.

You sucked in an angry breath, fingers curling into your palm sharply. 

“Lucerys will be confirmed as the legitimate heir to Driftmark,” Otto continued. Your father shifted on his feet, both hands on two seperate swords now as he looked at you, then to your mother, watching for her word.

“And all the lands and holdings of House Velaryon. Your sons by Prince Daemon will also be given places of high honour at court:” 

Your father stiffened beside your mother. You watched him in your periphery as you knew that these ‘offers’ were to insult your family further, especially Daemon, who had a long standing history of hatred between himself and Otto.

The Hightower continued, “Aegon the Younger as the King's squire, Viserys as his cupbearer. Finally, the King, in his good grace, will pardon any Knight or Lord who conspired against his ascent.”

Your mind was reeling. Your name had not been mentioned.

Had Aegon forgot of your existence? Or were you, as a woman not important enough in the Greens eyes to be given any ‘grace’ from the King.

Daemon itched forward sneering, “I would rather feed my sons to the dragons than have them carry shields and cups for your drunken, usurper cunt of a King.”

Your lips twitched into a smirk as you watched the prideful mask of Otto Hightower slip at your fathers profanity. 

Though just as quick as the mask slipped, it was put back, “Aegon Targaryen sits the Iron Throne. He wears the Conquerors crown, wields the Conquerors sword,-”

“Does Aegon even know how to pick up a sword? Besides the little one he stuffs inside half of Flea Bottom?” You sneered. Your father huffed a laugh beside you.

Otto continued as though you were not there, “-Has the Conquerors name. He was anointed by a Septon of the Faith before the eyes of thousands. Every symbol of legitimacy belongs to him. And then there is Stark, Tully, Baratheon. Houses that have also received, and are at present, considering generous terms from their King.”

“Stark, Tully and Baratheon all swore to me when King Viserys named me his heir.” Queen Rhaenyra spoke.

“Stale oaths will not put you on the Iron Throne, Princess.”

Otto began to stalk forwards, the knights behind your mother clutching their swords, “The succession changed the day your father sired a son. I only regret that you and he were the last to see the truth of it.”

Your mother stormed forward, rushing Otto, his guards behind him reaching for their swords. Her hand grasped the pin of the Hand on his breast, ripping it off of him.

“You are no more Hand than Aegon is King.” She sneered, flinging the pin over the walkway into the depths below.

“Fucking traitor!” She hissed, close to his face.

You took two steps forward, as you watched the knights behind Otto become anxious, tipping back and forth on their feet waiting for a command. 

Queen Rhaenyra's shoulders moved with every harsh breath, anger rolling through her in waves. 

“Aegon is not fit to rule, anyone with two eyes could see that. Though I suppose with your one-eyed craven it may be hard to look past a man who falls asleep in his cup.” You growled, stepping closer to your mother.

Otto looked at you as if you were nothing, treated you as though you were nothing, holding your gaze as you heaved angry breaths. 

“Grand Maester.” Otto called, eyeing your mother again.

The Maester stepped forward, chains on his robes noisily clinking as he reached his hand into the arm of his robe. Your body twitched as he produced a sheet of paper, handing it to Otto silently.

“What the fuck is this?” The King Consort growled, as Otto handed an old torn piece of paper to your mother.

Rhaenyra faltered as she opened it, staring down at the worn page.

“Queen Alicent has not forgotten the love you once had for each other. No blood need be spilled, so the realm can carry on in peace.” He spoke quietly to your mother before starting again.

He turned to look at you, “And yours. The Queen wished to encourage you to accept Prince Aemond's offer in marriage.”

He looked back to your mother, your breath was caught in your chest.

You wanted to scream. 

“Princess Y/n would live out her days in the Red Keep with Prince Aemond, who is the second son of King Viserys. Third in line for the Iron Throne. The Princess would have access to all in Kings Landing and would be treated fairly and kindly by the Prince. Queen Alicent believes this is a way for us to further unify our families with the King's gracious offers. Queen Alicent eagerly awaits your answer.” He concluded. 

Your fathers voice cracked through the air, “She can have her answer now, stuffed in her fathers mouth along with his withering cock.” He threatened.

You lifted your head higher looking down at Otto as your mother shook her head softly, a tear falling down her cheek.

“Lets end this mummer's farce.” Your father barked, unsheathing Dark Sister from his side, his knights behind him following.

This set off a chain reaction, the knights behind Otto drew their swords, awaiting a command from the withered old man in front of them. 

You stood strong, unflinching in the space between your mother and father, unwavering from your spot. You wished to see Otto's blood spilled upon the ground at your feet. The viscous liquid could seep deeply into your pores and all would be well. 

“Ser Eryyk, bring me Lord Hightower so I may take the pleasure myself.” Your father commanded, Rhaenyra looking back at him as she stayed quiet.

Syrax roared behind Otto and his men, the dragon sensing your mothers unease. The large golden beast reared back, flapping its wings agitatedly. 

“No.” Came the strong voice of your mother, as she peered back at you and your father.

Prince Daemon sheathed his sword at her behest.

“Kings Landing will have my answer on the morrow.” Queen Rhaenyra concluded, before swiftly turning away from Otto and his men.

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[injuries-in-dust]

An alien race that is feared across the galaxy because no one can communicate with them until a human diplomat teaches one sign language.

A sign of trust.

Part 1.

Even though Rin had never seen them before she knew who they were.

Of all the planets, in all the galaxy, to crash on, it just had to be theirs.

They went by many names. Humans from Australia called them "Kooks," because the sounds they made reminded them of the Kookaburras native to their homeland. They were also known as "The singers," "The Screamers," "The Howlers," and many other names.

Whatever they called themselves, no one knew.

Their language was just too difficult to translate, at least that was the consensus of the galaxy. Every single note just seemed to overload even the most sofisticated translators. It was guessed that theirs was the most complicated language in the known universe, and every sound they made could convey anything from a single word to an entire concept of thought and imagination.

With no way to comminicate, no way to put forth intention and meanign to actions, to put desires and needs into context, they could find no common ground with the wider galaxy. Telepaths couldn’t even speak with them, finding either a cold silence where there should be thought, or something which caused great pain. So, inevitably, as was the usual case with anything that was both unknown and stubbornly stayed unkown, mistrust took seed.

You didn’t know what they were thinking or feeling. You couldn’t learn where they stood on any single issue. Was that an innocent gesture, or a signal to some hidden assailant? Was their arrival on your planet a search for trade or a declaration of war? Where their ships flying through your system merely exploring, or searching for colonies and conquest?

Either they had managed to learn that they were unwelcome wherever they went, or they had also grown mistrustful of being unable to communicate with every being they encountered. Either way they had taken to keeping to themselves and it was rare for them to even leave their home system these days. That was a situation the more paranoid races of the galaxy liked; let them stay in one spot where we could better keep an eye on them.

They floated toward her like ghosts. They seemed able to defy gravity as naturally as humans breathed. Their skin was pale, ashen, grey, their faces flat, with wide mouths, and deep, sunken eyes with just the smallest hints of golden yellow irises peeking out from those dark sockets, two tall antennae rose from their heads, thick and fleshy, very unlike the slim and chitinous antennae of insects. They had no legs. Instead, their lower bodies formed a thick, snake-like tail, which served as a kind of rudder to steer them through the air. Their torsos were, more or less humanoid, and they either had two, or four, arms. The jury was still out on that. Two of their arms; dubbed the lower set, were recognisably arms, growing out of the torso at about the same height as the pectorals, they had biceps, elbows, forearms, and hands, with six fingers. The other two arms; called the upper set, actually grew out of the shoulders. They were barely recognisable as arms, but their stiffness and range of motion told anyone who was versed in even basic biology that there were bones in there, as withered and vestigial as they might be. These arms were connected to huge fleshy membranes which stretched over their whole bodies, reaching from those upper arms, connecting to the snake-like tails of the beings. It was probably comparable to the flying squirrel of earth. Or perhaps a manta ray, if they swam upright and moved through the air instead of water.

It was at this point Rin entertained the idea she might have a concussion. That was the least that could happen when you crashed your ship into a planet at reentry speeds.

She certainly had, at least, one broken bone, in her leg. Adrenaline was wearing off and shock was starting to set in with pain as its passenger. She couldn’t control the trembling in her hands and the cold feeling growing in her spine. 

They approached her slowly, with the caution of anyone who was encountering the unknown for the first time. They were chirping to each other. Was that their version of whispering? She imagined that humans would be doing the same if they had encountered a crashed Kook; whispering to each other about who, or what, this thing was that was now amongst them.

Her mind was filled with the images of all the things humans might do if they saw an unknown alien crashing into their world. Would they try to help her? Try to get her some kind of medical attention? Would they stick her in some labratory to dissect and understand? Would they just leave her here to die? Would they kill her? Eat her?

One of the beings started to approach.

“NO!” She stuck her hand out in front of her as a very clear gesture of ‘Stop!’

To her surprise the thing did stop. Had it somehow understood her? Could the Kooks understand people, even if they couldn’t be understood? “Just back away, please.”

The being did not move. It stared down at her but there was no sin of recognition on its face. There wasn’t really a sign of any emotion on its face.

Rin’s pained mind tried to work it out, but it was so hard to focus. Maybe the tone of her voice? That couldn’t be it. She’d told it to back off in pretty much the same tone and it had done nothing but stay there.

Maybe the ... the hand signal? A ghost of a thought, the beginning of an idea, was trying to draw itself across her mind.

She didn’t get a chance to see it fully form as she passed out.

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I was trying to make just a short story out of this, but the idea won’t be contained and I think this is going to be a multi-part story. So this is part one and I’ll get onto part 2 right away.

EDIT: Read Part 2 here.

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[thecameronchronicles]

Fright Fest

TW: DarkRafe! Smut! Language. Degrading Language. Slight angst/tension.

SUMMARY: What should have been just a movie night at your best friend, Rafe’s, house, turns erotic when he learns how both the movies and himself affect you…

WORD COUNT: 3000

*Requested*

Fright Fest

Halloween left you dependent on three things; a group costume with your friends far too sexual for a theme that was guaranteed to enrage mothers and feminists alike, a stomach ache the morning after from having guzzled candy like it was going out of style, and the annual Cameron movie fest with your best friend, Rafe. 

The details were the same each and every year, and yet it was a staple in your friendship with him that would feel sacrilegious to not partake in it. Even if you found the gaudy yet festive decorations hung by Rose to be less than desirable, your heart warmed at the sight of Rafe’s warm smile greeting you as he sent a fist full of some unboxed candy into his mouth.��

“‘Bout time.” He teased, motioning you inside, unbeknownst to you, his eyes following your fame as he closed the door behind you, just as he had done each and every time you crossed the threshold. But to be fair, you were able to steal your own fair share of glances when he wasn’t looking. How could you not when every single one of his shirts strained at the mercy of his muscles tensing without much effort. 

“So I thought we could try something a bit scarier than ‘Goosebumps’ this year…” He continued to tease you as you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms as he unveiled the marathon in question. A collection of modern movies set across the screen of the large television laid queued as he gave a wicked smirk. 

“I already have the pizza on the way and as always,” He withdrew a bowl of candy from the side table, setting it on the surface before you as you made your way onto the couch. 

“And if you get scared, I’m always right there to hold ya…” He leaned close enough to you to test your reaction before turning the remainder of the distance from the couch until he was at your side. 

It would only take a handful of minutes, however, before the first death would be broadcast across the screen, something that made you hike your knees to your chest, while you hid your eyes away from the gore. 

“Not too late for ‘goosebumps’, you know…” He taunted as the sound of the doorbell rang and he was quick to his feet, a crisp fifty in hand, before leaving you to endure the movie on your own. 

“Well that was…whatever the hell that was…” Your eyes jumped to him, thankful for the excuse to look anywhere but the screen in front of you. 

“What?”

“Sketchy pizza guy…must just be a pogue not used to Figure Eight…just…didn’t seem right…” He shrugged it off before setting the pizzas onto the table, the sight of a classic display of cheese and pepperoni making your mouth water. For a moment, you caught him from your peripheral vision as he seemed to focus on something just over your shoulder, before returning to the dinner. 

A series of tormenting jump scares and laughs made at your expense from your supposed best friend, and you found yourself set with only one movie left. But just before he was about to press play, the remnants of a pizza existing on the table by aroma and crusts alone, he narrowed his eyes to the window at your back. 

“Do you see that?” He learned closer to you on the couch, pointing with his toned arm set in the direction of what he spoke of. 

“Stop it, Rafe…”

“No, I’m serious…Look-What IS that?” He questioned as you looked back to simply validate his attempt was to frighten you, before you noticed a bush moving from having been brushed despite the lack of wind on this specific night. 

“See-”

“What-What is it?”

“Here..I’ll go check it out…That way you can change your panties…” He teased. 

“I’m not THAT scared!”

“Either way you’ll piss yourself because of it you’ll be so thankful when I return having defended your honor that it’ll show-either way, needing new panties...” He winked, this usual oversexualied banter a normalcy between the two of you, one you’d always roll your eyes to as you never believed it held any true merit. How wrong you were…

He was gone only a handful of seconds before you could hear him call after someone, the sudden sound of a gunshot stilling you in place, until you’d ultimately summon him by name. 

“R-Rafe?” You questioned slowly, inching towards the door he’d left open, feeling as if you were suddenly thrust into the center of your own horror movie. This was amplified as the sight of a serrated blade made its way against the front door, a masked figure making his way over the threshold, shaking his head as you’d begun to back away. It wasn’t until he lifted the weapon that you’d noticed how it had been coated in blood, a sight that sent you sprinting towards the steps before he’d catch your ankle. No matter if the details boggled your mind between gunshot and knife, you were too frazzled to question.

“Someone!” You pleaded for a passerby to hear your pleas, but with the estate set behind thick stone fencing and their nearest neighbor having likely been at some event, you were left to your own devices. For that, you used your opposite foot to try and kick yourself free, but were pulled down to the base step, a straddle to your waist keeping you in place as his hands carried to your face, the cold knife pressed to your cheek. 

“Please…” You begged as you felt him chuckle over you, almost amused by your plea. Your eyes closed tightly as you prepared for what was to come, too confused how it had even transpired, before his hands inclined to your breast. At the same moment that he fondled you through your cropped top, nippled hardening by your natural anatomical response, you’d been allowed insight to the identity of this masked intruder. 

“Is that…pizza sauce?” You asked, reservation in your voice as the blade was close enough to take in the scent as he stalled for a second before your fingers pulled the mask up to reveal himself to you. 

“Happy Halloween-” He spoke proudly, Rafe’s wicked grin stretched wide across his face as you pushed yourself off of him, hands in sharp shoves against his torso. Using the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that had escaped your attempts, you narrowed your eyes at him with a deep glare.

“What the fuck, Rafe! I thought…” You motioned to the direction of the door, realizing any attempt to make him sympathetic to you would be in vain as he wouldn't find fault in what he believed to be a harmless prank. 

“You can’t really think some psycho pizza guy could get ME-” He continued with his humor as you just shook your head in disbelief. 

“You’re an asshole!”

“Hey, it was just a joke-”

“To who?!” Tears continued down your cheeks. “I thought you were dead, Rafe! Right now, I wish you were!” Your words, more painful than intended to both speak and hear, brought him to take hold of your wrist. 

“I’m sorry, okay, I thought it’d make you laugh-”

“What part of that seemed funny to you? Where I thought you were dead or where you tried to kill me?”

“Come on, you know I’d never hurt you…”

“Tell that to my back that was just pressed up against those stairs. My heart, my-” You paused, “You know what, forget it! I’m going home, fuck this…and fuck you.” You moved to the direction of the living room, where your purse lay on the floor, before he blocked the closest exit, removing the costume stored prior to this apparent plan. 

“Please…”

“This is too far, even for you, Rafe.”

“Even for me? What's that supposed to mean?” His eyes narrowed. 

“That you keep doing shit like this and I ALWAYS defend you…I’ve lost SO many of my friends doing that…” His eyes fell away from you for a moment as your thoughts continued aloud, “THAT was too far-”

“So you’re just gonna leave over some joke you couldn’t find humor in?”

“I thought you were dead! And then you…you grope me like that!” To your words, he’d only smirk. 

“You know…THAT’S what I find funny…” You threw your hands up in surrender. 

“What, Rafe?” He now crossed the floor in front of you. 

“You didn’t push me away…Almost like,” He continued closer still, knife drawn to your stomach and making a slow incline to the curve of your crop top exposing your breasts. “You wanted me to…”

“You’re sick-”

He shrugged. “I felt you react to me…Your body curving into me. You forget that I’ve known you your entire life…I know your reactions to everything-”

“You’re delusional! I’m going home-” You tried to move past him, but he ‘tsked’ against you, knife guiding you into the wall at your back. 

“Rafe-”

“I know it turned you on…it’s okay…I can help…” His hand now collected your hip as you retracted from him, his eyes flashing to you in survey. 

“We’re friends…”

“Friends…” He slowly nodded before looking towards the couch. “Were we friends when you pushed yourself against me when you got scared? We we friends when you show up to my house dressed like a whore-”

“Rafe!”

“Because you WANT me to see you this way…” He carried the blade to your lips, pressing it sideways to not draw blood, but to keep the threat the same nonetheless. 

“You’re not leaving until you tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“That you wanted meto fuck you-” You turned in disgust as he suddenly took hold of your jaw. 

“I was REALLY hoping you wouldn’t make it easy-”

“What are you-” Before you could object, he had his hand within your shorts, the evidence of his speculation indisputable on the edges of his fingers. 

“Fuck…I knew it…” Your breath became erratic as his fingers collected your slick for evidential purposes aside from offering you pleasure, and yet, it had been enough to leave volts of electricity behind in his endeavor. 

As your breathing quickened to him, he marveled at just how you had reacted to these touches, his body pinning you against the wall as you took hold of his arms for stability. 

“Fucking greedy little thing, aren’t ya-”

“Rafe-” Suddenly his fingers stopped, your eyes remaining set into his, as he withdrew his touch from your panties, and carried it to his mouth. Tracing your remnants on his bottom lip, he’d extend this over his tongue and rolled his eyes to your taste. 

“Better than any fucking candy…” He explained as he saw your lips part to speak against this, well aware your morals were quaking against your arousal, a constant feat he knew and conquered all too often. 

“You have ten seconds…Run-”

“Rafe?”

“Because once I find you…I’m GOING to hurt you…” You pushed past his arm, looking back for only a moment to watch him garner that smirk, until you’d tried for a haven anywhere within Tannyhill, finding several of the rooms locked in what you realized to have been a ploy by him. 

Cursing beneath your breath, you heard him climb the steps at your back as you managed to hide in the hallway closet before he passed you. Once he was no longer in view, you attempted to move back down the steps and into the living room as you knew it was only a matter of time until he came upon you, feeling him apprehend you by the back of your neck. 

“Back where we started-poetic isn’t it?”

“Please, Rafe-”

His eyes rolled again. “You sound so fucking good when you beg…how about when you choke?” Your eyes narrowed in confusion as he forced you onto your knees, your eyes lifting to him. 

“Rafe?”

“You can keep saying my name…you’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.” He lowered to you, pulling your neck at a further extension by the grip he still held. 

“Especially since I know how badly you want this…” He teased a kiss, forcing your lips to part, before he returned you to your knees. 

“I KNOW you know what to do…so stop making fucking excuses and take me like the whore you are for this knife…for me…” Your fingers struggled to rise in confidence, making him frustrated enough to undo his belt with one hand. This was what you needed to slip away from him, that release of your neck, as you’d tried for another exit. Only now, it only lead you back to the steps, a guttural growl heard as he pulled you to face him. 

“That’s fine, sweetheart…fight it all you want…I know the mess you’re making in your panties for me…In fact…” He kept the knife to your neck as he removed your bottoms and leaving only that saturated silk behind. A hard swallow from your throat only widening his grin. 

“Touch yourself. With my knife to your throat…or I could always…” He now turned the knife, holding the blade carefully between his fingers as he used its hilt against your clothed clit. 

“Still gonna deny this? I’m not even touch you and you’re fucking soaked and being fondled by a knife’s edge…And I could do this all day, sweetheart…I don’t think your panties can say the same-” Your hand reached to his wrist, your arousal taking over for your sense of mental stability that always seemed to falter in his presence. Moreso now than ever…

“Please…” You whimpered, your nails digging into his grip as he only scoffed to your attempt to bring him pain. 

“Please? What are you asking for? Because you’re crying but you’re grinding into me-kinda confusing, don’t you think-”

“Just-”

“What?” He interrupted, teasing you.

“Touch me, Rafe…Please!” You continued to rock into the hilt, motions intensified by him taking it deeper against you, as you began to moan unapologetic whines while finding an uncomfortable rest at the stair behind you. 

“You want me to touch you, sweetheart?” You nodded, “Nah…I like watching you fuck against this knife…Feels good, don’t it?” You clenched your jaw, not wanting to admit it as he took his freehand to your breast, kneading your nipple just as he had done before. Only now, without the mask, and without the fear, as you DID want this. 

More Than you should have. 

More than you wanted to admit. 

“Good fucking girl…yes…” He chuckled, taking his covered cock against your thigh. 

“I was gonna try and be sweet with you…take my time…But then you had to go and pull that shit-” The knife was now thrown behind him as he turned you onto your hands and knees, the sound of his clothes being removed sending your eyes into a roll for what was to come.

“So now you’re gonna take me how I want and be fucking grateful I’m letting you have my cock at all after that stunt-”

“Rafe-”

“What’s that? No…You don’t get to fucking talk anymore. Not unless it’s to beg me-not that I’ll stop…But just because I love hearing it.”He growled before suddenly penetrating into you, your hips rammed into the wood of the steps and back into him, a painful continuation that didn’t find cessation in any aspect. 

And you loved it.

You loved the way he felt bottoming out inside of you, your pussy just as hungry for it as his cock had been, as well as how he was so rough after years of sexual tension amounting to this. This was what you wanted-however he wanted you, you’d succumb just to please him, just to feel him. 

“Fuck-” You grunted as he pounded against you, his stamina tiring your own as he showed no signs of stopping, only chuckling and grunting to your struggles. 

“You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” Before you could answer, he supplied one for you, “Yeah you do…Fucking whore…” 

“Rafe-”

“That’s okay, baby-you’re MY whore…” He soothed the sting of his words before forcing you harder against the steps. 

“Feel so fucking tight-shit!” He cursed, your fingers reaching for some form of release that he continuously denied you in his distance. Desperation led your hand to your clit as he was quick to apprehend. 

“Don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you!’ He ordered as you whimpered. 

“Rafe, please! PLEASE!”

He growled into your shoulder,a slight indent of his teeth left behind into your skin, as he slowed. 

“You beg so fucking pretty…For that, I’ll listen-”

“I want to come-please…” You added the plea in the hope it would sweeten his reservations. But it only seemed to darken the lust behind his eyes. 

“You wanna come, baby?” His tone turned soft. “You want me to make you come?”

“God,YES!” 

“Tell me-”

“Rafe-” You whined as he pulled you to his chest. 

“You said some mean things, sweetheart…I need you to convince me to reward you for this…Otherwise, I’ll use you for myself…and as you can tell, I can do this ALL night…” You groaned at the idea. “So use your big girl words for me…and tell me…convince me…”

“Please, Rafe…Make me come-'' But you were left abandoned from his cock, a sucked breath taken behind his teeth as he positioned you over his lap. 

“Then work for it…” He grunted as you took hold of his shaft, aligning him to your entrance, as he slipped back into you with ease. 

“See how fucking wet you are! Shit! You're making It so easy but still so goddamn tight-Goddammit!” He admitted behind clenched teeth. 

“Thatta girl-Keep riding me like that-yeah-yeah-yeah!” He groaned into your shoulder, your bodies moving together at a murderous pace as he’d takehold of the back of your neck before guiding his hand to your clit. 

“I want you to come for me-come on my cock so I can feel you clench-come on…” His hand now tapped your cheek, a light slap validating his dominance as you moaned out a smirk as he’d repeat the process. 

“You like being used just for me? Fucked like this? Like a little whore?”

“YES!”

“Then. Fucking. Come.” You buckled over him, your clench prompting his own release as he'd leave marks into your skin by his grip, keeping you stilled as you recovered from your mutual tremors. 

“Rafe…Happy halloween-” You teased him as he scoffed before leading you into him with a deep French kiss. 

“But if you EVER pull shit like that again…You won’t get to touch me.” The fear of losing you now broadcast behind his eyes, he nodded. 

“We still have one more movie to finish…” You climbed off of him as he watched you in awe, the words on the tip of his tongue that he’d wanted to admit since he first felt them in his early adolescence. 

He loved you. 

He loved everything about how depraved anddemented you were; synonymous to him. 

But more than that, he loved that you were willing to be that FOR him. 

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets

#rafecameron x reader #rafecameron #rafe cameron #obx fanfiction #rafe cameron smut #outer banks smut #obx #outerbanks #drew starkey #netflix #outer banks #kooks

[draconicocelot]

Phantom Pain

Summary: Ballister has a bad episode of phantom limb pain, luckily his trusty sidekick is there to help him through it. just some good ol' fashioned found family fluff 💗

Ballister never considered himself skilled enough in the field of medicine to pursue a career in it, but he was quite knowledgeable in the areas of science and engineering. He was able to craft his own prosthetic arm and an implantable socket that acts as a metallic ball-and-socket joint attached to his right shoulder region. Its integrated biomechanical design protects his residual limb, keeps his arm securely attached, and allows for a full range of motion. He couldn’t believe how quickly he had to adapt to such a significant change. It was only one swing of a sword, one swing of Ambrosius’ sword, that left him without his right arm.  At the time of impact, Ballister was so horror-struck by the laser firing from the hilt of his sword that he barely noticed Ambrosius swinging his blade upwards. It wasn’t until it was dug halfway into the deep muscle of his arm that the pain brought him back to the moment, crying out and clutching the gorey mess that remained. He looked back at Ambrosius, the one he once saw himself spending the rest of his life with, as his sword fell to his feet, a look of great regret painting his features. 

He wasn’t sure if his relationship with Ambrosius would ever recover. His best friend, who he had grown up with since he was allowed to join the other knights in training as a child, had just attacked him. No, disarmed him. He was simply doing his job… right? Regardless, after discovering the corruption seeping through the cracks of the institution with the Director behind the reins, Ambrosius too found out the truth. Now with the Director no longer controlling the knights of the realm, they were free to operate as they saw fit. Ambrosius was deemed the knight commander, with Ballister right by his side. However, while Ballister never blamed Ambrosius for the loss of his arm, the damage had been done, and he now had to deal with the aftermath. Most of all: the pain.

The episodes seemed to grow worse with each passing day after the death of the queen. Though once several weeks went by, it wasn’t as frequent, at least, the severe pain wasn’t. The loss itself was agonizingly painful, leaving him to hobble to the ruins of his future home, the only place he found that was safe to hide in. Remnants of medical supplies were enough to stop the bleeding, at least until he could construct a more permanent solution. While the pain slowly decreased with his new prosthetic in place, it would never be the same as what he was used to for so many years. He hadn’t felt irritation and discomfort so severe since the days following the loss of his arm, but every once and a while the sensation would rear its ugly head.

He was just sitting on the couch when it hit, their green blanket draped over his legs as he watched television. At least it was something he wasn’t upset about missing, just a mindless show about building houses and different architectural styles. Nimona was never a fan of that type of entertainment, always claiming it was too boring, which is why he usually only had it turned on when she was busy in her room. The tower had gone through many renovations after she returned, turning an evil lair into an evil home, at least, as Nimona would claim.

He kept her neon-colored lights, the used couch and coffee table, and her drawings that remained on the wall. Even many of the weapons they possessed were hung up in a more secure yet visible space, just to keep her desired level of chaos with more rounded edges. The once-titled “murder wall”, now referred to as the “family wall”, was decorated with memories of the times they spent together. 

They even included Ambrosius, his face appearing in many photos of the three of them with a few professional looking photographs taken during a photo shoot of the happy couple. Well, with a few in-between shots involving a naughty pink snake wrapping around Ballister’s shoulders. Or those that showed a little pink bird landing in Ambrosius’ long golden hair, building herself a nest as Ballister threw his head back with laughter. These were the moments he tried to remind himself of when the discomfort became too intense to ignore.

It began with a slight itch, a prickling feeling starting in his residual limb. His prosthetic arm was resting on his work bench on the other side of the room, so once the feeling started he assumed it was because he was used to wearing it unless he was asleep. Before he could swing his legs off of the couch, the once harmless annoyance shot through his phantom limb like a bolt of lightning, bringing him back down to the couch with a pained yelp. 

“Boss? You good down there?” Nimona called from the upper levels of the tower. Ballister attempted to respond, but the sting pulsed through him so deeply that he felt it on his entire right side. The only noise he could muster was a whimper. “What happened? Did you cut your other arm off?” The voice grew louder as she came downstairs, approaching the couch with her usual teasing behavior. 

“It’s… It’s nothing…” Ballister hissed through his teeth, his face wrinkled with distress. He brought his left hand up to massage his other shoulder, attempting to dispel the pain. Nimona’s expression softened, leaning on the arm of the couch. 

“It doesn’t look like nothing, do you want me to get Ambrosius?” Ballister shook his head in response. 

“No! No… he’ll just take it too seriously.”

“I don’t think you’re taking it seriously enough, boss,” Nimona stated, her draconic tail extending and swishing. Ballister shifted himself so that he was lying directly on his back, rotating his right shoulder as much as he could to keep it moving.

“It’s just a temporary bout, it’ll pass,” he muttered in a strained voice, closing his eyes and pulling the blanket up further. He tried to zone out, to listen to the faint sound coming from the television or the quiet hum of the air conditioning unit. While the initial shock faded away, he still felt a twinge in his arm, creeping down his forearm and burning down to his fingertips. What a cruel joke, to feel such realistic pain in an arm he no longer had. 

This dark mental spiral he was taking himself down was interrupted by the introduction of a new feeling. It was something more pleasant than what he was otherwise dealing with. An addition of weight against his stump. Something soft and warm had landed against his upper right side, and it brought an immediate sense of comfort. As he glanced down, he saw a furry pink cat curled up on his chest, her bottom half on the couch with her upper body draped over him like a weighted blanket. 

“Nimona?” 

“I know that look better than anyone. That’s the look of someone who says they want to be alone, but in reality it’s really a time when they shouldn’t be alone,” she explained, “besides, they say a cat's purr helps promote faster healing or some shit like that.” Ballister chuckled at the comment, more relieved than he admitted aloud to have her company. 

What he hadn’t mentioned to Nimona at the time was that the last few times he dealt with this situation, he was alone. He was lying on the cold hard ground, staring up at the ceiling with tears streaming down his face. The burning sensation was nothing compared to his boundless grief of losing the queen, it was almost too much for him to bear. He truly loved the queen, she was the closest figure he had in his life to a mother, the one who encouraged him to be the best person he could be. Now, she was gone, killed by his sabotaged sword, witnessing her expression of anguish from a front row seat. He was used to not only the torment he experienced, but the feeling that he deserved it. He didn’t kill the queen, he knew that, he wasn’t a murderer… but the queen was killed because of her kindness in accepting him, and the Director’s malicious and horrid views of the way the Institute should have been run. 

As Nimona began to purr, the gentle vibration soothed Ballsiter’s muscles, the damaged nerves calming their attack. He still felt a festering burn and the occasional twitch every few seconds, but her presence brought him an overwhelming feeling of tranquility. Gently stroking her back, he took a deep breath in and slowly let it go.

“You were never a monster, Nimona,” Ballister mumbled softly, moving his hand higher to scratch the top of her head, running his fingers over the soft fur between her ears. 

“Glad someone believes that,” Nimona replied, one eye open as she looked over at him. Ballister huffed in response, a gentle smile across his lips. 

“You’re a miracle.” She stopped purring for a moment, the words he just spoke hitting her harder than she expected them to. Both eyes now slowly opened, meeting his as he sat up, his back against the arm rest. 

“…You really think that?” she asked, shifting back into her human form, the one she was in when she first met Ballister. He nodded in response, moving his hand back to where it was when she was still a cat, stroking the top of her head. 

“Course I do, I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.” Nimona couldn’t stand to look into his eyes any longer, full of such genuine appreciation that she had to look at something else before she felt too soft. Glancing over at the television, she saw the boring show from before was still playing and smirked a bit. 

“Alright fine… I’ll let you keep this garbage home improvement show on,” she groaned, situating herself so that she was still laying against his right side, using him as a pillow. Ballister leaned down and pulled the blanket up over her, rolling his eyes before turning the volume back up.

“Maybe if you actually watched it you would find that it’s not so garbage after all,” Ballister hummed. 

“Mmm, I doubt that old man.”

#nimona #nimona fic #nimona fanfic #ballister boldheart #ballister blackheart #ambrosius goldenloin #found family #draconic fics #also to all of you commenting I see you and I owe you my soul thank you SO much it truly encourages me to keep creating :’’)

[dontwantnoneunlessyougotmunson]

Adversaries - Part 1

It had started like any other rivalry. Competing for cute girls, of course. You had been invited to a party at Steve Harrington's place and knew absolutely everyone would be there, including your crush. She was lovely to look at. Her hair seemed so soft and she always had a sweet smile for you. When she walked past you to get to her desk, her fruit-scented perfume filled your nose and a pang hit your heart; you just needed to be close to her. Tonight was your chance.

You saw her across the room and your fingers tightened around the drink in your hand as you readied yourself to get your feet moving to her. As soon as you stepped your first, you noticed motion from another corner to the room. You kept moving, not realizing that your destinations were the same. Steve had gotten to her first, slid an arm around her and leaned down to whisper in her ear. Her giggle cut through you and you put a hand to your chest to ease the ache.

Steve noticed you and a smug look came over his face, the bastard. He saw the expression on your face and thought it was for him, your desire only boosting his ego. She turned in his arm and noticed you, gave a small wave and a smile. You smiled back weakly before cutting your eyes back over to Steve. He waited expectantly before you steeled yourself and spun on your heel to leave.

Prick.

~~~

Your date was picking a movie and you put a hand on her lower back, tugging her a bit closer. She giggled and you leaned in to whisper in her ear, mirroring what Steve had done years ago. You'd heard he was interested in this girl and so you darted in and swept her off her feet before he could, as you had with so many others. They were all lovely girls and you were surprised by how much you had come to care for them, but nothing matched your first crush from school and eventually all the relationships ran their course.

You always parted ways at least as acquaintances. Many young women in Hawkins weren't ready to be openly queer, which you understood, having faced your own problems with some of the locals. Your family had always been a bit more free-spirited, leaving you to decide who you wanted to love based on the contents of their heart and not the package those contents came in.

To be quite honest, it had become a game to you. You were hardened by that initial pain and hadn't managed to get over it. After all, it had only been a few years since that night. With a few girls, the relationship had been mutually beneficial. They got the chance to explore a relationship with another girl and you got the chance to make Steve Harrington's anger fly through the roof.

You glanced at Steve as he stood behind the desk. His arms were crossed and his nostrils flared. Hiding a snicker, you looked at Robin and winked. She was visibly affected and Steve's annoyance only increased. Robin and Steve had formed an unusual bond over the summer of the mall fire when they'd worked at Scoops Ahoy. It wasn't something you'd ever understood, but they worked well together and it seemed were joined at the hip.

You walked to the desk after your date picked up the movie she wanted. You placed it down and grinned at the two workers.

"Hello, Harrington."

The cocky smirk on your face only grew as you felt the vexation radiate off of him. He rolled his eyes and turned to the computer, playing around with it to keep busy. Robin rang up the movie and you slid the money across the desk.

"Thanks, see you guys next time!"

You waved goodbye as you went back out to your car. Steve watched through the window as you opened the door for your date and drove away.

"Every time, Robin. Every time I show even an ounce of interest in a girl, she's always there to take them right out from under me."

Robin leaned into his shoulder, bumping against him.

"First off, Harrington, they're not yours to take and second, what does it matter? Just find another girl, you always do. Why are you so bothered by her?"

He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'm just.. confused? I mean she had a crush on me when we were in school-"

Robin cut him off with a sharp laugh.

"I'm sor- I'm sorry," she was holding her sides as she bent over laughing. "That girl has never liked you, no way. I can't believe that."

"She did!" he screeched. "I swear! We were at a party and I went up to this girl who was in our class and put my arm around her and she came up behind us and looked really sad and.. oh."

His revelation made Robin cackle even harder. She slapped him across the back and he winced, glaring at her.

He propped his face up in his hands and looked out the window to where you had been parked.

"Well. Shit," he grumbled.

#steve harrington #Steve harrington fanfic #Steve harrington angst #Steve harrington stranger things

[optimusphillip]

OptimusPhillip Reviews – Transformers: Power of the Primes Grimlock

I cannot believe that it’s been five years since Power of the Primes launched. It feels like just yesterday that I was scrambling to get all five of the new Dinobot toys that were coming out. Since then, we’ve got Studio Series giving us new Leader Class versions of all the original Dinobots as part of their ‘86 movie assortment, and now Legacy has recently announced a new set of combining Dinobots in the Core Class price point. Between these two new sets of Dinobots, it seems like the Power of the Primes versions have become something of a distant memory. But before they fade away completely, I’d like to take one last look at them to see if they hold up, or whether they really are best left in the past. And to start things off, we gotta look at Grimlock.

Dinosaur Mode

Grimlock transforms into a Tyrannosaurus rex, very much inspired by his Generation 1 toy. He is cast predominantly in gray plastic, which does have a swirling element to it. I don’t know the exact purpose of this effect, I presume it’s some attempt at a metallic effect. Whatever the case, it is an interesting look, though it does give me flashbacks to Gold Plastic Syndrome. The other predominant color is gold, but it’s not just gold plastic or even simple gold paint. The neck and midsection are cast in colorless translucent plastic, with gold paint applied to the inside. This is a clever way to recreate the layered effect of the original Dinobot figures, who had clear plastic layered over gold chrome parts. Though given clear plastic’s reputation for fragility, it doesn’t exactly inspire confidence in the toy’s longevity.

Not all the gold is done this way, however. Standard gold paint can be found on the tail, hips, and toes. There’s also red paint on the front of his hips, along with his eyes, solidifying the fact that this is based on the G1 toy, rather than the blue-eyed cartoon model. This G1 homage is carried further by the sticker detailing on the torso, which carries the same kind of colorful circuitry designs one might find on an 80′s robot toy. However, as I said, these are Prime Wars Trilogy stickers, which means mileage may vary on adhesion and alignment.

While the deco is very G1, the shape of the T. rex does leave a lot to be desired. Because of the way this figure is engineered, everything from the hips down is heavily bulked up compared to most interpretations of the design. From what I can tell, these are compromises for the combination feature. On the G1 toy, the hips would collapse inward to give the robot torso clearance to fit around them, and the legs would fold up at the knee to form the tail. But the hips have to be fixed in place for the combiner hips to work, and the leg connection points make it impossible to hollow out the legs in the right way for them to fold up. So instead, we get very wide dinosaur hips, and a giant block of leg that’s trying to look like a tail. It’s unfortunate, but not the end of the world. I still think he looks very powerful and imposing from most angles.

In terms of articulation, Grimlock’s head can tilt up and down over a 90 degree range. His jaw is hinged, of course, and his shoulders are on ball joints, though the way the socket is cut means they can only point downward. Hips swivel 360 on a ratchet, and also move in and out if you can get him to balance. Knees are double-jointed with a mushroom peg thigh swivel, and the tail can move up and down on a ratchet. Altogether, he has a pretty decent range of motion, and can even assume the more modern T. rex stance, though I personally think he looks best Godzilla-style.

Conversion

If you’ve ever messed with a Grimlock toy, then chances are you know how this figure transforms. Open the dino chest and flip the head back, bring the robot chest up, and split the tail to form the legs. It’s not exactly the same, however. The torso splits down the middle and the two halves pivot up instead of just pivoting up in one piece, and like I said, the legs don’t unfold at the knee, but instead the tip of the tail just folds back to form a heel. But really, it’s about what you’d expect, which means that isn’t a whole lot to it. There really isn’t anything else I can say, it’s just... another variation on the classic Grimlock transformation. If that’s what you’re looking for, then you probably won’t be disappointed in this regard.

Robot Mode

While not an exact match to his G1 character model, this figure is unmistakably Grimlock. He has the colors, the shapes, even the backpack is exactly what you’d expect from a Grimlock, though there is an additional piece of kibble on the back of his waist, due to the combiner gimmick.

As in dinosaur mode, this figure is specifically meant to homage the original Grimlock toy, and this is most visible in the head. Unlike the cartoon, the visor is red, and unlike the comic, the ear pieces stick straight upward. It’s a dead ringer the G1 Grimlock toy’s head.

More toy referential detail can be found in the surface detailing on his body, particularly on the torso and waist. Comparing against pictures of the G1 toy, every detail I can see is recreated here. They even molded in the exposed screw hole in his belly, which is an insane level of attention to detail.

Proportionally, this mode is probably where Grimlock looks best. The narrow hips and wide chest give him a very powerful look, like he’s been hitting the gym every day. The thighs do look a little scrawny if you look too closely, and that will become a problem later on, but for now, Grimlock looks pretty damn swole, and it’s a look that I think suits him. He looks the part of a big bruiser-type character, which is exactly what he’s supposed to be.

The robot mode also reveals more sticker detailing, this time on the shins. Once again, these stickers are meant to mimic detailing from the original toy. The stickers on the feet are missing, and the shape of the shin stickers is off, but it’s a surprising attention to detail. They’re still the cheap Prime Wars stickers, however, so they are prone to peeling off or being misaligned, especially with how close the stickers are to the edges of the surface.

Grimlock may look the part of the G1 toy, but the articulation has been improved greatly. The neck is on a ball joint, which really highlights how expressive the face sculpt is. The arms are the dinosaur legs and retain all the same articulation. The waist swivels on a ratchet, though it is restricted by the back kibble. Universal hips, with ratchets, thigh swivels, and ratcheted knees that go to the 90. All told, he has exactly as much articulation I’d like for a Grimlock robot.

Grimlock, unfortunately, does not come with his G1 weapons. Instead, he gets a pair of Prime Armor bucklers that peg onto his arms. As Prime Armor, they include slots for you to insert a Prime Master, Matrix Core, or the included Dinobot Enigma of Combination. They look pretty cool as giant bucklers, and the Prime Master integration can be fun, but they’re basically just static pieces in this mode. They do have unintentional Mini-Con compatible pegs on them, though, so you can play around with that. Really, these pieces are intended to be combiner feet, with the Prime Master integration being secondary.

As I mentioned, this figure also includes the Dinobot Enigma of Combination. Essentially, this is a static mold of a Prime Master in spark mode, so it can be inserted into any piece of Prime Armor or replace a Leader Class Matrix Core. It even has the Titans Return head connector molded in the bottom, so it can be used on any figure from that line, or any later Headmaster release. Again, however, it is a static piece, so it doesn’t have any articulation... also, it looks nothing like a head. This particular Enigma is painted silver all over, with a red core exposed by a vertical cross-shaped opening. It looks pretty cool, and definitely fits with the other Dinobots, but being a static piece means it’s not very exciting.

In robot mode, Grimlock stands at around 7 inches tall with his feet flat on the ground, which makes him almost exactly as tall as Siege Voyager Optimus Prime. This is a little bit inaccurate, since Grimlock is consistently portrayed as being taller than Optimus. That said, I don’t recall him ever being depicted as standing head-and-shoulders over Prime, like the Studio Series version did, so in this case, it’s more of a pick-your-poison type deal. I personally like to have Grimlock and Optimus closer to equal footing, and while this may skew a bit too far in that direction, it works better for me than the Studio Series.

The same can’t be said of him and his fellow Dinobots. Since he’s a Voyager and the others are all Deluxes, they only come up to just below his shoulders. This is definitely not cartoon accurate, since the Dinobots were always shown to be the same size in robot mode. This is yet another compromise for the sake of the combiner, since he’d look a little ridiculous if his limbs were as massive as his torso. The Legacy version seems to be avoiding this problem by doing a six-member combination, similar to the Constructicons rather than a Scramble City mechanism, and of course the Studio Series version doesn’t combine at all. So if you want internally scale-accurate Dinobots, you do have other options.

Combination

The engineering that went into the formation of the Volcanicus torso is admittedly somewhat clever. The entire hip assembly swings down and connects to the robot chest, and the arms curl up to form the combiner mode shoulders. Not only that, but Grimlock’s shoulder wings actually serve a purpose here, connecting to the robot shoulders to hold the shoulder assembly in place. The dinosaur head folds down to form the combiner chest, and a series of panel flips brings Volcanicus’s head out of Grimlock’s torso and shores up the gaps it would’ve left.

Unfortunately, for as clever as the transformation process is, the torso mode itself looks kind of weird. Grimlock’s bodybuilder proportions now work against Volcanicus, as the torso has widened out substantially while the legs remain mostly unchanged. As a result, you’re left with a robot with incredibly wide shoulders and a ridiculously narrow waist, which makes him look... goofy.

There are ways to mitigate this. Grimlock’s hips and knees can still move, so you can spread the legs out a lot more than the instructions suggest. You can also attach some leftover Prime Armor hands to his flanks and fill out his midriff, which is actually a clever bit of spare parts integration that I would’ve liked to see other toys implement. But this can only get you so far when A.) the shoulders still sit a good inch away from the bulk of the torso, and B.) the hips still pivot from the same point under his neck.

It’s unfortunate, especially when you see how good he would look if the proportions were a bit better. I really like the design of the head, looking like a Grimlock wearing a royal battle helmet, complete with gold spires on the front evoking the Crown of Leadership from the comic. It looks like what I’d expect a Dinobot combiner to look like. And when you put the Prime Armor hands on his sides, the torso has a really nice V-shape to it, plus the way Grimlock’s shoulders and back wings come together to form extra torso bulk looks really solid. There just needed to be a way to bring the shoulders in tighter and bulk out those hips. As it is, Grimlock comes off as one of the weaker Prime Wars combiner torsos.

There is one last feature to discuss, which involves the Enigma of Combination. Folding the dinosaur head forward and opening the jaws reveals a slot for it, or any other Power of the Primes gimmick item. It doesn’t really do anything, it’s just for show, but it does give you a bit of display option, and a bit of play option if you use your imagination.

Final Thoughts

For as critical as I’ve been, I still consider this a worthy Grimlock figure. Sure, he suffers a bit for the combining feature, and the combined mode itself is rather weak, but I think the added play value of being a combiner torso does offset a lot of his shortcomings. I personally have lots of fun with this guy, both solo and combined with his other Dinobots. Ultimately, it’s down to personal preference. If you want a full-size, cartoon-accurate Grimlock that comes with all his accessories, you’d definitely be better off getting the Studio Series version. If you want a combining Grimlock that’s still in scale with his teammates, you might want to wait and see how the Legacy Core Class version comes out. But if you want something in between those two extremes, Power of the Primes Grimlock might be worth seeking out if you can get him for a good price.

Okay, then. One down, four to go.

#transformers #power of the primes #generations #prime wars trilogy #grimlock #dinobot #volcanicus #toy review

[healthworldhospitals]

Most likely, when you consider a sports medicine physician, you picture a medical practitioner who treats professional athletes. However, a sports medicine physician's duties go far beyond treating Olympians or professional players. A sports medicine physician can help anyone, including professional players, teenagers participating in sports, active persons of any age, and factory workers who suffer sports-related ailments.

The issue is when you ought to visit an orthopaedic sports medicine doctor. The top 5 reasons to schedule a sports medicine appointment with your doctor are discussed here, along with information on where to look for Northeast Ohio's top sports medicine specialists.

1 Seek Medical Attention for Sports Injuries

Sports injuries can occur at any time, regardless of your athletic prowess or alertness when doing a physically demanding profession. They are actually pretty prevalent. Sports or physically demanding jobs can easily result in injuries to joints like the knee, ankle, elbow, and shoulder. Therefore, you should schedule a visit with a sports medicine physician for the diagnosis and treatment of the injury if you suffer one during a sporting event. A sports medicine physician can efficiently identify and treat both recent and long-term injuries, such as

Fractures, Tendonitis, Sprains and strains, Tennis elbows, Golfers’ elbows, Knee bursitis, Achilles tendon tear, Rotator cuff tear, Arthritis

2 Ways to Hasten Your Injury Recovery

The worst-case scenario for an injury is to remain in bed. Therefore, if you have a musculoskeletal injury, you may desire to heal and get back to your activities more quickly. By avoiding muscle weakness and stiffness after an accident, a sports medicine specialist can speed up your recovery by cutting down on the time it takes for you to heal. They can assist you with creating a rehabilitation schedule;

braces or splints to support the afflicted area

Painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs

Exercises that increase the range of motion can help you flex or extend a damaged joint.

therapies for healing that include sound wave stimulation, massage, heat and cold therapy, and electric stimulation

stretching and strengthening activities, for example

3 To stop the injury from happening again

Some injuries can leave the area more prone to future harm. For instance, rotator cuff tears and golfer's elbow are two overuse injuries that frequently repeat in patients. So make a sports medicine doctor appointment if your injury reappears. Your rehabilitation and prevention program will be overseen by a sports medicine doctor to break the cycle of recurrent injuries.

4 To Increase Performance

Your athletic performance can be affected by a variety of factors, including a loss of strength, endurance, and general vitality, in addition to injuries, illnesses, and stress. A sports medicine physician can assist you if you wish to improve your performance. If you have decreased performance, a sports medicine doctor can thoroughly examine you and establish whether an underlying disease or infection, overtraining, a nutritional deficiency, or something else is to blame. They then create a plan and assist you in returning to 100% effort.

5 To Prevent Accidents

You can utilize the knowledge of a sports medicine doctor to determine whether you should start playing sports, trying a new workout, or going to the gym.

Your sports medicine specialist can also provide you with a conditioning and exercise regimen to help you stay fit. Your sports medicine specialist can provide you with a warm-up, stretching, and cool-down routines as well as advice on safety training, equipment, nutrition, and a healthy lifestyle to help you avoid injuries while participating in sports or other physical activity.

#orthopaedic

[clareguilty]

Arthur Morgan/reader, desperate sex

Here is my second fic for kinktober! The next should be up on Wdnesday <3

Arthur Morgan/fem!reader | desperate sex, dominant Arthur Mentions of death and injury, mild angst. I made the cowboy cry. Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~2000

“Who goes there?” a gruff voice demanded as you rode up the trail to camp.

“It’s just me, Bill,” you called back, tipping your tattered hat.

“What the hell?!” He blinked and rubbed his eyes like he couldn’t believe you were right in front of him. “You’re alive?”

You grinned, opening your arms wide. “You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

He watched dumbfounded as you rode the rest of the way up to Horseshoe Overlook. You had been gone more than a few days, and your worst fear was that the gang would have packed up and left. The job had gone terribly -- so terribly you had been stranded and lost with no way back -- which was a good reason for the gang to move on to somewhere where the law didn’t know their faces.

But everything was exactly the same. People milled about, scrubbing or packing or chopping. Dutch’s gramophone played on, louder than a dynamite blast and seemingly never ending.

“What in god’s name?” Hosea took one look at you, bruised and battered and covered in every inch of wilderness you had hiked through trying to get back to camp.

“Glad to see y’all are still here.” You groaned in pain as you slid out of the saddle, smacking your ‘borrowed’ horse on the rump and pointing her back to the road. “Go on, girl. Find your way back home.”

The horse slowly headed back the way it came. Hosea was staring at you.

“I know,” you frowned. “I look terrible.”

“No,” Hosea waved his hand, shaking his head. “It’s not that -- though you do look like shit. We thought you were dead. We mourned you.”

It was your turn to look taken aback. “Dead? You gave up on me that quick?”

“Sweetheart.” He gripped your arm as if he was still trying to convince himself you were real. “You fell off a bridge. Those rapids… the rocks…” he trailed off.

You grimaced. “It certainly wasn’t my best performance.”

“There wasn’t any time to go back and look for you, but we weren’t even sure we would have found a body.” He looked ashamed. “We failed you.”

“No,” you took his hands in yours, squeezing. “You did what you had to do. I couldn’t bear it if you had lost someone trying to come back for me.”

Sean was walking by, bottle in hand. He did a double take when he saw you standing there, glanced at his bottle, and then back at you. “You mean Dutch gave that long fancy speech for nothing? You had better not die again.”

You laughed and shot him a wink. “I don’t plan on it.”

Sean seemed satisfied with that response. “Your man’s been a right mess since we lost you. Hopefully he quits moping around all the time now.”

“Arthur?” you glanced around. “Is he alright? Where is he?”

Sean shrugged. “Probably the same place he’s been for a week now.”

You turned to Hosea, desperate. “Where?”

“He’s been at his wagon mostly. I didn’t want him going out in the state he’s been in.”

His words only made you more worried. You had finally made it back to camp. All you had been able to think about -- the only thing on your mind as you clawed your way out that ravine and stumbled through the woods -- was that you had to get back to him. You couldn’t leave him. “Is he hurt? Did something happen?”

Hosea didn’t get the chance to answer. Whispers of your arrival back at camp must have spread fast, because Mary-Beth was dragging Arthur by the arm to where you and Hosea were standing.

“Arthur.” You were running -- as fast as you could move with all your injuries and exhaustion. He finally saw you, freezing in place and staring in disbelief.

You slammed into his chest, flinging your arms around him.

He hesitated before returning your embrace, leaning in to bury his face in the crook of your neck. The two of you stood there for a long while as you sniffled into his chest. Arthur held you tightly, as if you would disappear if he let go.

“Isn’t this sweet,” a familiar booming voice rang out. “Glad to see you alive and well, dear.” You didn’t even turn to look at Dutch. Not when Arthur was clinging to you.

The ground disappeared beneath your feet and you found yourself hoisted over Arthur’s shoulder. The crowd that had gathered around the two of you dispersed as he stalked across camp. The world flipped right side up again as Arthur sat you on his horse, swinging into the saddle behind you and taking off at a full gallop.

You made it to Valentine in record time. The ride was harsh and agitated your injuries, but you didn’t mind with Arthur at your back. He helped you down to the ground and practically carried you inside the hotel, slamming the door open. “A room for me and my wife, please,” he demanded.

The hotel clerk handed over the key. You clung to Arthur the whole way up the stairs, nuzzling against him and just glad to be near him again.

The lock clicked behind you and Arthur… changed. His embrace became more insistent. His eyes darkened. The edge of the bed hit the backs of your knees and Arthur laid you down. It was gentle, but he pressed you into the bed, climbing over you. “Where are you hurt?” he asked.

“It’s not too bad-” you tried to play it off.

He cut you off. “Where. Are. You. Hurt.”

It was terrifying, but thrilling. You shivered under his intense gaze. “My hip,” you grabbed one of his hands and gently lay his palm over your hip. “Makes walking and riding hard.”

He nodded. Clearly waiting for you to continue. “My back is pretty messed up, and my shoulder.”

He noticed the rips and tears in your shirt. All the places you had scraped or torn. His hands went to the buttons, lifting you carefully so he could get you out of the sleeves.

Your trousers were next, slowly pulled down over your hips. When you winced in pain, Arthur stopped to kiss you, cradling your face in his hands.

He stripped you down. His expression was pained as he took in the full extent of your injuries. You had fallen off of the rail bridge and gotten swept into the freezing rapids. The current slammed you into the rocks and swept you down the ravine before you washed up on the bank of the river. From there, it had been a grueling process of making your way out of the ravine and through the woods.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” you reassured him. Glancing down, you got a good look at just what he saw. “It does look pretty bad, though,” you frowned.

Arthur’s expression was hard to read. You wondered if he was disgusted by you. It would take a long time to heal, and you knew he might not want to look at you while you were so beat up and battered.

He nearly collapsed on top of you. Luckily, he knew to brace his weight. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breaths ragged.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he gasped. “I didn’t know what I was going to do.”

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair. “I’m still here,” you promised. “Busted and bruised to hell, but I’m not gone yet, honey.”

He kissed his way along his jaw until he found your lips. It was perfect. You had missed him so much, so worried you would never make it back to him. But now you were here in his arms and kissing him. 

“I love you,” you said as soon as you caught your breath.

“I love you so much, darling.” He hovered his hands just above your skin, too scared to touch you.

You placed your hands over his and guided it to where you weren’t scraped or bruised. “Touch  me,” you begged.

He sighed as soon as he felt your skin against his palms, as if he just needed to know you were really there.

“I need you,” you tried to pull him against you, attempting to slot your hips together. “Please, Arthur.”

He hesitated. You could see the desire in his eyes, how badly he needed you, needed to feel you. But he didn’t want to hurt me. You would have to convince him.

“Arthur,” you grabbed the waistband of his pants. “I fell off a bridge and climbed out of a ravine and walked across half the damn state. I want you to fuck me, and I don’t care if it hurts.”

He seemed dazed, but lust clearly won out as you tried to slide your hand under his shirt. He was undressed in seconds, kissing his way over your neck and unable to keep his hands off you.

The pain was bearable, and you were too distracted with the warmth of Arthur’s skin under your hands. You couldn’t get enough of him, so glad to be near to him after all of those cold nights in the wild. 

He was impatient, desperate. He wanted all of you at once, and he didn’t know where to start. Now that you had given permission, he wasn’t afraid to take what he needed. And take he did. He sucked a mark into your collarbone before kissing down to your chest. You gasped as his lips found your breasts, teeth scraping along the skin.

“Please,” you rocked your hips.

He got the message, gently pressing your thighs apart so he could stroke your clit. It felt so good. The stretch when he slipped two fingers inside made you cry out. You sighed and pulled him closer, winding your fingers in his hair as he pulled moans and gasps from your lips.

“That’s it,” he said. “Good girl. I wanna hear you.” He doubled his efforts, determined to make you come around his fingers.

You pulled him up for a searing kiss, biting his lip as you came. “Fuck me,” you breathed.

He was just as needy, cock hard and aching against your hips. He grabbed your less injured leg and hooked it around his hip, dragging his cock against your slit. The teasing was going to drive you mad, but luckily he was just as impatient. He sank into you with one slow motion.

He hissed a curse against your skin, lost in the feeling of you around his cock. “God, darling. Need you so bad.”

He didn’t even try to start slow, setting a quick, frantic pace as soon as he began to move. His fingers dug into the bruises on your skin, but you didn’t mind the pain. It only reminded you that Arthur was there, that you had made it home to him.

You were so close, clinging to each other so desperately. You couldn’t imagine what Arthur had been through the past several days. He had truly believed you were gone, he had been in mourning. While you were focused on not getting eaten by wildlife, he was grieving your death.

It made sense why he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, why he sighed so deeply every time his hips met yours. The way he drank the taste of your lips as if he could never get his fill. You gave him everything you could.

The two of you went three rounds that night, fighting through your exhaustion in a desire to be close to one another. You fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, curled together on the rickety hotel bed.

“I can’t stop seeing it,” he whispered, unable to take his eyes off you. “The sight of you falling off that bridge, the way you just disappeared. It’s kept me awake every night.”

You can see it. The dark circles under his eyes, how haggard and underfed he looks. You can only imagine how broken up he must have been.

“Not tonight,” you leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You have me here, safe and sound.”

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan/reader #arthur morgan #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 #smut #kinktober 2021 #lemons

[hisoknen]

kinktober day 1: somnophilia warnings: noncon, somnophilia, drugging, stalking, unprotected sex, yandereish? wc: 2.1k

a/n: thank you @10millionyearsdungeon​ for helping push for the true creepy potential dabi has to offer and staying up to talk with me most days,, this is a part 1! first day of kinktober! i’ve been waiting to post this one and while my schedule will be wonky, i am so excited to write and to read things people are writing and meet new friends! if you’d like to add me to your kt taglist please feel free to!

“Really?” Dabi chuckled under his breath, swinging the window open. A long back and forth with Shigaraki left him irritated and wandering the streets late at night. He wasn’t quite ready to head back. If only he could find a place to crash.

That’s when he saw you—walking all alone down an empty street. Didn’t you know that there were villains out there? Depraved people looking for lost souls? You walked without a care in the world, holding your head up confidently as though nothing could ever hurt you. 

He wanted to greet you, introduce himself maybe. But you looked too delicious to scare away. The moment you saw his scarred form, he knew you’d run away like the rest of them. He just had to be patient and treasure you.

He didn’t think you would be stupid enough to leave the house unlocked, though. Some people had too much faith in humanity, too naive for their own good. Never thinking that strange men would creep in at the dead of night to play.

Stumbling inside, he checked out the surroundings. The space was relatively empty, smelling of lavender and sage. Walking to the kitchen, he swung open the fridge, grabbing a beer, and flicking off the cap, taking a few swings.

Placing the bottle on the counter, he began wandering down the hall, looking for where the pretty little thing slept. From the looks of the house, you lived alone. There was just enough of everything for one person. Good thing too, he didn’t have the energy to entertain a Prince Charming who thought they could save the thing.

There was a small light at the end of the hall, quietly approaching he listened at the door before entering. You were facing him, body tangled within the blankets. Soft breasts, taut against the covers, begging to be sucked and groped. He could make out the subtle shape of your hips, knowing then that they were made perfect for his fingers to dig into. 

Walking over to the bed, he wondered what you thought you were doing? Sleeping naked with your house open to anyone curious enough to come in, eager little whore. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his heart picked up for a moment when your body turned, pulling the covers even further down your body.

You had to know what you were doing—the dimple in the small of your back accentuating the shape of your ass. Your lower lips, glistening with arousal. Did you get off on the thought of someone sneaking in? Or were you just naturally a slut whose body was ready to get fucked at all hours?

Palming his cock through his pants, Dabi thought of the noises you would make when he pumped you full of cum. Wondering if you woke up, you’d pretend that you weren’t begging for this all along. How warm and tight your little cunt would be, tugging him in while he rutted his hips into you. He’d have to be careful if he didn’t want to wake you up. 

The thought of you clinging to his body in your most vulnerable state. Unaware of what was happening to you and only responding to your innate desire for pleasure, sent a wave to his growing erection. His eyes glanced around the room, finding a bottle of pills. Standing he walked over to pick it up and read the label. 

“Hmm,” he chuckled, placing it back. Dabi unzipped his pants slowly, shrugging out of his shirt and watching the rise and fall of your chest. Reaching in, he pulled out his cock, running his finger over the bead of precum that was already weeping from it. You looked delicious like that, sprawled out for him like a good girl.

You only moved slightly when the bed dipped under his weight. His fingers were running across your parted mouth, dipping in to feel the wetness of your tongue. He leaned down, landing a soft kiss against your supple lips. Pumping his cock while breathing against you, your nose twitched. He tightened his grip, stroking it, and imagining what his cock would feel like, buried inside your throat.

Too excited to wait any longer, he pushes your shoulder down back against the bed. He trails bites and kisses along your torso, drawing his fingers against them, feeling the imprints his teeth left behind. You would wake up littered with his marks, knowing that someone had staked their claim on you. He had claimed you as his.

He sucks at the insides of your thighs, your body shivering. You were so honest like this. Flicking his tongue out against your folds, he lapped up the arousal that was flooding your cunt. There was almost too much for how little he’d touched you. 

He prodded at your clit, swirling his tongue around the nub and brushing his fingers up and down the slit. You were so good for him, letting out soft moans and shakes and unknowingly telling him what felt right.

“Such a pretty little thing, so tight for me.” He pushed a thick finger past your entrance. It was almost as if your sleeping body was attempting to fight him off with how tight you were. A loud moan escaped your lips, his head craning up to make sure you were still out. Curving his finger up, he began to stroke your walls, easing them along your gooey insides. The muscle was fluttering and contracting around him in gentle pulses. He shoved another finger in, groaning at the way you released to fit him.

The more he worked at it, dragging his fingers across the slick tissue, rubbing in circular motions, the more you trembled below him. Your tiny whimpers only spurred him on. His fingers wouldn’t be enough to make you feel good, though. He needed you to remember him when you woke up.

Pushing himself up, he tugged your hips closer to him. Dragging his tip up and down your slit, paying special attention to rubbing at your puffy clit. Your head shook for a moment. It was like you were telling him to go faster. By all means, who would he be to deny you that?

“Such a good little slut, getting my cock nice and wet.” He purred, sinking his cock in just enough so that you were clenching around the tip. He loved a thing that struggled against him just as much as the next guy. But having you so helpless underneath him, unable to flail against him, was something different that he never thought he’d enjoy this much.

You’d look pretty with tear-stained cheeks, begging him to stop while he pumped into your eager little hole. But that could wait for another time.

He pushed past your quivering walls, a soft groan rippling past your lips. He dragged your hips against him, making your body fuck itself onto his cock. Moving them in a circular motion with each pull-out, thrusting in entirely on the off beats. Your skin is so soft that his nails gradually sink in. 

He shoved your left leg across your body. Your thighs were sticking together tightly with sweat. The new position causes your pussy to tighten around him even more. His hands, pushing down against your thigh, hips colliding with your ass each thrust.

You were perfect, just like a rag doll. Limp body bending and folding whichever way he desired. Your skin, soft and supple to the touch. It tasted so sweet against his tongue. No matter how much he groped you or pumped his cock in and out of you, nothing seemed to wake you. 

In your purest form, unable to fight him off, or pretend that you didn’t feel what he was doing to your body. Just reacting and pulling him in. He caressed your face tenderly. If he was deluded enough, he might even think this was love at first sight. You were perfect for each other after all, bodies made for one another.

And your cunt was oh so tight. The gooey insides bring Dabi in further, hungrily swallowing him despite your state. Really it was only fair that you help him. You were such a pretty girl, giving him your cunt to keep him warm for the night. 

He continued to hump your sleeping body, fondling fistfuls of your naked flesh and memorizing the feeling of the skin molding into his palms like clay. His sweat falling onto your skin with each jerk. He didn’t have to be gentle in fear of you waking up. Nothing could hold back his vicious assault.

He grabs your legs, hoisting them up over his shoulders. Your ass lifted off of the bed, as he pushed your thighs into your chest, the slapping of his balls against your skin rang across the room. He pinched at your nipple, a gurgling gasp fleeing your throat. 

He drove your thighs flush against your chest, desperately chasing his orgasm. Reaching his hand down to rub and collect your pooling arousal, covering his fingers and sweeping them across your clit. He wanted to feel your cunt squeeze onto him while he came.

“Fuck yes, little thing,” you tightened up around him, body shaking before going still. Small mumbles and moans from you and his groans flooding around the room. Dabi works you through your orgasm, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

His head feels light as he empties himself into you, hips never ceasing to pound against you. He wanted to know what you would sound like crying out, mewling in pleasure, but he could wait until next time.

“Such a good girl,” he grunted, continuing to force his load into your womb. He didn’t let up his assault until the sun was peeking through the window, forcing him to head out. Your cunt was perfectly molded to take his cock whenever he wanted. 

Scribbling down a note for you to wake up to, he zips up his pants, sticking two fingers into your cunt to push in the cum that was beginning to run out. Maybe next time he could fuck your mouth and finish in your throat.

—

You woke to the sound of your alarm blaring, a cold breeze hitting your bare skin. Cracking your eyes open, you stretched your body, reaching to grab it. Wincing you hold the phone in your hands, your stomach felt full and tender as though you'd been hit in the gut. Maybe you walked into the corner of the counter while you were asleep. 

Ever since you were prescribed Ambien for insomnia, strange things seemed to happen at night. Once you woke up on your front lawn, the neighbor's dog licking your face. Another morning you woke up to the smell of something burning, you'd made bread while in your hazed state. 

You brushed off the memories for a moment before feeling a thick, sticky fluid seeping out of you and coating your inner thighs. Your hands dart between your legs, flinching when you make contact with the tender flesh, and runny fluid, your blood ice cold. 

Bringing your fingers to eye level, a wave of nausea erupts heavily in your stomach, bile rising in your throat. You had a wet dream, that was it. That had to be it. A bead of sweat slid down the back of your neck, chills falling in its wake.

To acknowledge what else it could have been would mean confronting yourself with the fact that somebody broke into your house to violate you. Somebody found their way in and used your body to relieve themselves and left you aching and full of cum.

Dabi gazed in from outside the window. Your body was trembling, fingers prodding at your bruised and cum covered flesh. Discovering new marks with each twist. The winces sent heat to his cock, his pants stiffening. 

You looked so pretty like that. Scared eyes frantically scanning every inch of the room, desperately trying to remember even a sliver of what happened to you. 

Next time he’d have to be more careful. There was no way you’d leave the house open for him again. But the fear and second-guessing would leave you tasting sweet for his return.

You spot something on the counter beside you, scrambling to get up and grab it. It was a sticky note with scratchy handwriting. Dabi smiled to himself as you picked it up, hands shaking. You felt sickness overtake you, vision blinking, and unclear, your skin prickly to the touch. 

There was a clatter outside of your window, and you spun your head around, not seeing anything. Your legs lost their strength beneath you, crumpling to the ground. Someone was here. There was no way to ignore that now. 

“Until next time pretty thing.”

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#dabi x reader smut #dabi smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader smut #tw somno #tw drugging #tw noncon #tw yandere #tw stalking

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

School Nurse

@letstalkaboutfandomsbaby led me to yet another 2D man that I want to get wrecked by

How would a school nurse react to Hwajin’s presence? Dabauchery will ensue.

AN: this started out as a short little drabble, turned into a long smutty mess that I finally rangled in with romance because… after care. As a nurse I was getting to into the logistics of the pencil stab

TW: smut, degradation, praise kink, breeding kink, power exchange, mild wound description (pencil stab), sex in a nurses office, oral sex

NO MINORS

Hwajin knew you would look good on your knees. You had a bratty, stubborn nature that he wanted to overpower. He thought you were too gentle with trouble makers. When he told you this, you argued that it was your job as a school nurse to take care of all the students.

How was it that you were so hostile with him but when it came to even the worst students you were so gentle. It irritated him. You actively avoided him. Maybe he wouldn't care if he didn't find you so damn adorable. Thoughts of you kept him company late at night.

Even when he forced you to take a baton after he saw a student get in your face yelling. The only person you used it against was him. Apparently you wouldn't allow him to pull students out of your office regardless of their offense.

He was shocked to learn that few students ever bothered you. The worst offenders would constantly make advances at you and since you would have his head, he disciplined them only once you were out of range.

And you were equally irate. He treated you like a child when you tried to present him with research that aggression towards children under the age of 18 was just as detrimental as ignoring their bad behavior. You weren't against addressing the students inappropriate behavior, but the number of visits to your office had tripled upon his arrival.

It become rare that schools had a nurse on campus, barely coming back in to practice following the hands off policy. And at the most part you were mainly treating the faculty and the more unlucky students. If the Ministry of Education wanted to bring in people like Na, would you even have a job much longer?

/

"What are you doing here? I'm not harboring any students," You hissed as the warden entered your office.

"If I remember correctly, I'm here to oversee the whole school. That includes you. Besides I actually need medical help."

Hwajin turned the lock on the door before unbuttoning his shirt. He turned around to show you a shallow hole between his shoulder blades. You tried to keep the blush from creeping on to your face as you scanned his muscular body.

Apparently a student surprised him by sinking a pencil into his skin.

"Violence breeds violence," You chided when the realization hit. "Oh god, did you kill the student?"

You were truly alarmed. He took slight offense to that question. He wasn't a great guy but he wasn't going to kill someone on the job.

"Just give me something to bandage this up," he rolled his eyes.

You motioned for him to sit on the medical table but of course he had to make things difficult, choosing to straddle a chair instead. In spite of his protests that he could take care of things himself you pulled on a pair of gloves.

"Don't be such a pain, Mr. Na. There's no way you can properly clean what's on your back."

You probed around the wound that was already angry and red. The blood has begun to dry. Trying not to cause unnecessary pain you attempted to visually assess the bed of the wound for any debris that may lead to infection.

Instinctively he howled in pain as you began to clean.

"Will you just put a bandaid over it so I can get back to my job?"

You had to admit you were getting some sick satisfaction from this. The wound was clean and you applied an anti bacterial ointment but it was in a location where the skin tended to pull and stretch so you were sure it would bleed throughout the day-

"Are you smoking in my office?"

Hwajin gave you a cheeky grin before blowing smoke toward your face.

The nerve. In retaliation you flicked the inflamed skin while avoiding the actual wound.

"Ouch, you're cute when you get angry," Na laughed.

Your cheeks were scorching, "Okay Mr Na, you're all wrapped up. Stop by at the end of the day so I can change the bandage."

He winked while buttoning up shirt, "I knew you liked seeing me."

"Out." You hissed.

As he walked down the halls he chuckled to himself. He couldn't wait for you to submit to him.

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Through out the day your mind wandered to Hwajin. Him sitting in front of you, shirtless and rippled with muscle. The parts of his skin left unscarred were so soft compared to his attitude. You wondered if his palms were as soft or were they were rough and calloused.

As if on cue the man walked into your office, catching you during one of your fantasies. Was it already the end of the day? Sure enough, the clock showed school let out half an hour ago.

Just like before he secured the door and stripped off his shirt. The bandage wasn't soaked, but it did need to be changed. The day warped your work and some of the tape was lifted away from his skin.

This time politely in the chair, he hummed as you removed and replaced the soiled bandage.

"Starting tomorrow you should just leave it open to air. This is really just to keep you getting your blood on your shirt. If you start thinking you have an infection go to the hospital." You turned around to discard your gloves.

As you turned back, you bumped into Hwajin Na. He smiled down at you and ruffled your hair, "Thanks, nurse, you took such good care of me. You'll have to let me thank you."

He lowered his mouth to your whisper in your ear, "what should I do for you?"

Your were in a losing position, you didn't want to make eye contact but you couldn't stare straight ahead, he still wasn't dressed and it was too overwhelming. You settled on looking down toward his feet.

You quickly snapped your eyes back up when you notice a bulge trying to push past his pants.

"Uh, no need to thank me. It's my job." You stepped back against the wall, at least giving you a bit more space.

Hwajin placed his arms against the wall so he could close the space between you.

"What's wrong? You're flushed. Let's see if you have a fever." He pressed forehead against your. "You feel a bit warm, but not worrisome."

You stammered, "Uh, Mr Na, it's late so we should probably wrap up."

"Mr Na," he mocked you. "Why do you do that? We're both adults, you can call me Hwajin."

Your eyes darted around the room. Maybe you were being punked. Was he testing you?

"It's respectful, it would be rude to call you by your first name."

He brushed a stand of hair behind your shoulder, pleased with your response.

"Well I can think of other titles you could call me that I would enjoy much more."

You were struggling between your desire and your fear of losing your job. Surely he knew what he was doing to you.

Of course he knew, the gleam in his eyes made that clear.

"Well, it's pretty late and I don't know about you but I'm tired after today so I'll see you tomorrow."

He dropped his hands and you took that as the end of his teasing. But instead he hoisted you against him, grasping the back of your thighs.

"My poor little nurse, I've kept you so busy. How about you lay down and let me help you relax."

"Hwajin, put me down," You smacked his shoulder. Listening, he sat you down the cot you constantly sanitized. In spite of what you were saying you allowed him to crawl on top of you.

"Hmm, now you use my first name, little nurse? And here I thought you were respectful," he nipped at your ears.

You shivered.

"Well pick one," You groaned. "First, no last name, then no first name. What's left."

His tongue darted across your neck while began tearing at your clothes, "how about you just be a good girl and call me 'Sir'."

At this point the primal part of your brain took over as you pathetically began to rub against his thigh. Your Irrational brain didn't need a job, it just needed this man to fuck her.

Nearly all your clothes were discarded to the floor as his mouth began to tease your breasts. Your hand tangled in his hair when sink his teeth into your tender flesh.

"Talk to me baby," he sighed. "Use your words, ask for what you want."

You lay out a whimper and tugged at belt loops, "fuck me."

He pinched your in thigh, "Now that's not using your manners. Am I going to need to teach you to behave?"

You mumbled a response that he could barely hear, eliciting another pinch to your thigh.

You huffed, "fine, please fuck me, Sir"

Pleased with your response he tugged your panties to the side, stroking your soaked pussy with his middle knuckle.

"Atta girl. You're so fucking wet for me. How long have you been waiting to be my little slut?"

He slid one finger inside of you with ease, arching you back as moved inside you. You were trying to fumble at his the button of his pants but he pushed your hands off him.

With a growl he removed his hands and your underwear from your body, "Not yet, although I'm flattered how desperate you are for me. Turn over, ass in the air, show me what's mine."

You were happy to obey, sliding into one of your favorite positions.

"You're not be very nice, sir," You teased. "You could at least remove your pants."

His hands came down hard on your ass causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Watch what you say, unless you like being disciplined. You already know I don't tolerate disobedience. And as much as enjoy your screams, don't forget that just because school is over doesn't mean everyone is gone."

You bite your tongue as he spanked you again. He certainly wasn't holding back. But he was right, there were after school clubs and some teachers stayed as late as 8. His fingers found their way inside your warmth again, fluid dripping from your aching cunt. You had adjust to his rhythm of spanking when his fingers were at their deepest. You felt so close to release. When he withdrew from you yet again.

You let out a frustrated groan until his hand made firm contact with your pussy. Once, twice, three times produce a wet spanking sound. You couldn't hold in your tears, thankful you were a glutton for pain.

"You still with me, princess?" He cooed, getting off the bed. You nodded. "Good girl, hold that position for me just a bit longer."

You nodded again, words evading your mind. You appreciated the coolness produced by the cot. Hwajin repositioned the pillow that had fallen on the floor and removed his belt.

Standing next to you on the bed he finally directed you into another position. He helped you stand, barefoot on the linoleum floor. You were held against his chest as you gathered your bearings.

He nuzzled against your hair, "I'm not a gentle man, if you need to stop at any time you say so okay. And that's an order. Can you do that for me princess?"

You told him you would as he helped you sink your knees to the pillow. He ruffled your hair again, telling you how good you looked. Finally he unzipped his pants, his erect dick right in front of you.

"Look at me."

You complied, tearing your ways away from his cock.

"If you want my dick then prove it. Open up that pretty mouth of yours."

He grabbed you by the hair, guiding your lips his shiny tip. Your tongue circled around him, admiring his taste. You weren't usually self conscious but you couldn't help but be nervous you'd disappoint him. As you began wrap your lips around him, Hwajin inhaled sharply. He gave your hair a gentle tug.

"Eyes on me. Good. You're doing so well. All the way to the base, baby."

You were almost there when there was a knock at your door. Hwajin kept his grip firm on you, instead of allowing you to pull back he shoved his throbbing dick down your throat and began fucking your mouth while putting a finger to his lips. He was smirking like the devil. Your throat constricting in protest.

"Excuse me, nurse," one of the school kids called. Knocking again.

"Fuck," Na muttered as he released into your mouth. Tears spilled over your eyes as you struggled to swallow.

The nock persisted, "hellooo? Come on I need to pick up a physical form."

"She's busy, fuck off."

As the footsteps faded down the hall Na released you from his grasp. He couldn't help but laugh at you when you pouted up at him, your were glistening and your cheeks were rosy and puffy. God, next time he swore he would take a photo of you on your knees after sucking his dick.

"Really, you had to open up your loud mouth," You whined. "You could've just pretended no one was here."

He shrugged in response, helping you off the floor.

This time on the cot you were both undressed. Hwajin sucked and bite on your neck. You nudged him off telling him he was gonna leave a mark.

"You're telling me I can't mark up my little whore?"

"Just not where students can see."

That was fair enough, there were other places he'd rather leave bruises. Between your thighs. Your stomach. Your breasts. Proof that he had made you his.

He wouldn't bite too rough, not want to scare you off. He planned on making more of these moments with you. You were better in person. Exceeding his late night fantasies.

Finally he began to slide his cock inside you, your pussy searing with pleasure at his size. It was a struggle to control the volume of your moans.

"Does my little slut like that? You want me to stuff you?"

"Please," You cried, needing more or his touch. "Please don't stop, Sir. Please let me cum on your dick."

Hwajin began to pound harder into your tight pussy, admiring how your body reacted to the sheer force of him. Each time he snapped his hips against you, your lush breasts, along with the rest of your body, followed with an intoxicating jiggle.

You were exactly what he needed and he wished to consume you. His mind flashed to images of you tied up and exposed for him, placing all of your trust in him. Or he could snap a pretty collar around your neck and tie you to the bed with a leash, you would be begging him to fuck you like a bitch.

"Tell me need me," he growled. "That no one else can fuck you into submission and make you dumb with pleasure. Your mine and I don't share."

Tears rushed down your face as a mixture of pain and desire burst the pressure in your core. You clenched around him, babbling what he instructed you to and meaning every word.

The tightness of your orgasm shocked both you and Hwajin. Paired along with your heat pushed the man past his limit, releasing his thick cum inside of you. Even through the near blinding pleasure of his own release Hwajin felt a moment of worry, he hadn't meant to pour himself inside of you, he was fully aware he wasn't wearing protect and had gotten your consent.

Between your gasps and moans you were were repeating a breathy thank you. Unless he had died and gone to Heaven You were actually begging him for more of his seed. Crying out that you needed him to stuff you full. The man nearly confessed his love for you on the spot.

However he maintained his composure. Pressing closer to you and guiding you through the high of your orgasm.

He combed his fingers through your hair, whispering praises and reassurance. Telling you to relax into him, he wasn't going anywhere. Finally your grip on him relaxed as a gluttonous smile graced your lips.

Na propped himself up next to you with his elbow. His other hand cupping your face.

You looked at Hwajin, "This doesn't mean I'm going to ignore your behavior towards the students."

"You know, seeing you protective over a bunch of snot nosed punks makes me want to fuck you until your nine months pregnant. It would keep you out of my hair while you were stuck waddling around home safe and sound. Win-win."

You gawked at him. Joking that you had yet to see any paternal instincts from him.

"I am actually great with children so long as their raised right. Like hell I'd let my kids turn out like these delinquents."

The two of you bantered back and forth while re-dressing. It was dark by the time you exited the school. Na was lighting a cigarette the minute he was past the schools threshold. You began to tell him goodnight where the two of you should naturally part ways but Hwajin caught you by the wrist, a confused expression thrown your way.

“Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet," he said, cigarette hanging from his mouth. You were about to respond when he cut you off. "Round two will be so much better in my bed. You'll be lucky if You leave my place in time for work tomorrow. But we should probably feed you first. I gotta take care of my little nurse."

#hwajin na #smut

[daisies-and-buttercups]

“Love and War - Chapter III” - Luca Changretta x reader

Summary: You’ve picked a side, and now you have to deal with the aftermath. 

A/N: When I started this fic I had a decent outline what I wanted to happen but my ideas sorta ended with this part. However, I’m loving where this is going and I have some more ideas, so there probably will be a few more chapters 👀  Either way, I want to thank everyone that liked and commented, not only on this fic but in general, it always makes me so happy and it really means a lot 💕

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Chapter I Chapter II

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Your house was now used to your incessant walking, the wood singing along as you stood on it over and over, pacing from one room to the other, picking the phone up, sighing, falling on the bed for a short moment before starting the routine all over again. 

By morning you had slept for only a few hours, the ghost of Arthur visiting you in your dreams to blame you for his death, shaking you up until you woke up. The sun was now high, making you jump up to reach the phone. You weren’t backing down, you’d have no more deaths.

The phone rang consistently, bothering Ada enough to make her pick it up, ignoring Tommy’s order against it.  “What?” Her tone was annoyed, but she understood once she heard yours, nervous and desperate. “Ada? Ada! I need to know where they are. I’m not having them kill each other.”  “Oh darling, I… I can’t. Tommy was adamant about not letting you know.” Her tone was now softer, having missed your conversations and feeling the desperation in your voice. “Ada, please. I covered you when you and Freddie-“ “Is this a me-and-Freddie situation?” “What?” “Is he your Freddie?”  Your fingers tapped on the table, looking up at the flowers that had started to wither. You had pressed the nicest ones in a book, but couldn’t bring yourself to throw the rest away and, even if dried out, they still somehow looked good, so you kept them.  Was he your Freddie? He definitely felt like what Ada had described all those years ago, the feelings she described so vividly were now also your own. You hadn’t spent long enough with him to truly know, but you didn’t want him to die before you had the chance to figure it out. “I don’t know, Ada. I think so.”  Her sigh was the only sign, along with your impatient tapping, that time was still flowing.  “The distillery. Tommy left not too long ago, so I’d rush there.”  You groaned and ran to get your shoes, running back to the phone to thank her. “You didn’t hear it from me, you hear me! Not from me!” She repeated over and over, hoping that you wouldn’t be the victim of the day. She really didn’t want to lose a friend. 

The roads were deserted as you ran past the first buildings, spotting the distillery in the distance.  You turned the corner, trying not to run the final meters that separated you from whatever was going on inside, thinking it wise to listen to what was happening before jumping into a situation you might not know how to handle, but stopped dead in your tracks. Someone stood outside the door, taking a few steps, listening, scratching his head and checking his gun. Someone that looked a lot like… “Arthur?”  He turned and faced you, smiling but quickly placing a finger over his lips, letting you know to be quiet. You walked fast again, walking over to him and crashing against his chest, pulling him in a quick hug, but freezing when you realised why he was out here. He wasn’t alone, but the men stayed back, leaving you the space to talk, holding their guns in clear sight nonetheless.  “How are you doing, love?” He whispered. “You’re… you’re meant to be dead.” “Hope it’s not too disappointing to see me still standing, dear” he laughed softly, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I’d suggest leaving now, it ain’t gonna be pretty.” he motioned to the gun, glancing inside while focusing for a moment on the voices that could faintly be heard. You stood still, listening along and hearing Luca speak, then the sound of banging and glass breaking, the clear sound of a fight.  It was the vortex of emotions swirling in your steps that kept you there, trying to make sense of the situation. Your image of Luca had been shifted because of Arthur’s death, only to now find him standing there, armed, ready for a fight. And you knew who the bullets in his barrel were for. “Ah, that’s my cue. See ya, love.”  You weren’t sure if it was the sound of your heartbeat or of your footsteps, but before he had time to react you slipped past him, holding your stare straight ahead of you, the colour of blood painting your thoughts. It was rage, that rage that had never been strong, that always came when you weren’t part of Tommy’s plans. When you had to stay behind. When it was better if you didn’t know. You wasted all your tears on a man that wasn’t dead, not an ounce of regret in anybody’s mind when you walked in. 

The first thing you saw was Tommy’s expression drop when his eyes landed on you, the only person that could’ve complicated this further. Then you saw Luca.  His face wasn’t the same as when you last saw it. Gashes decorated it, his eye was swollen and his lips hung open, showing you the damage dealt in its full glory. It was a gruesome show, only made worse by the stares that you received for being there.  Tommy was holding him up when you walked in, the faint glimmer of surprise passing through his eyes, expecting Arthur to walk in, not you. But to see you walk over  to the bloodied man… maybe that’s what made him truly speechless. When you reached Luca you stopped, looking at his injuries for only a second before hearing Arthur cock his gun.  “Get away from him, sweetheart. I told you to leave.”  You turned slowly, first meeting Thomas’ cold stare and then facing the gun that was pointed at you, crossing your arms in defiance. “I’m not going anywhere, Arthur. Shoot me, I’m not leaving.”  Luca called your name, pulling you weakly away, trying to get you to stand behind him. He wouldn’t have you get killed over his life. But you didn’t move, asserting your position once more in front of the man, planting your feet harshly against the ground.  You saw Arthur’s eyes wander between you and Tommy, unsure as to what to do. You all waited for the next move, the only sound being Luca’s demands for you to leave as he clung to you, trying to get you to leave. “Go.”  Tommy spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on your hand, the one that gripped on to Luca’s. He couldn’t watch you, so worried for the life of that man. A person he had considered a friend, a helper, family, even, now standing on the enemy’s side.  You had been Luca’s only request. He didn’t care about the rest, but he wanted you to leave with him, if that was what you desired, and he didn’t want anyone trying to stop you. He wanted you, and that made Tommy’s blood boil, but he played his part, knowing full well that he had the upper hand. He knew that there's no leaving, not for you and not for him. There was nothing to go back to either way. Luca was never going to leave alive in Tommy’s eyes, but when you crossed the threshold the illusion shattered. The way you looked at him made it clear that you’d be willing to risk more than your life for the Italian. He’d been a fool, maybe, but there had always been something about your ways. He knew you, cared for you, and underestimated you all at the same time. In his eyes you’d always follow him like a lost puppy, just like Arthur did, but you were strong enough to break from his spell and get away. “Now!” he shouted, walking over to Arthur and ripping his gun out of his hands, aiming it at you, allowing his emotions to leave him, falling back into his new reality. You were an enemy now too, and he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.  A small flinch and the beginning of a tear was all that you allowed him to see before you moved, cringing at the sound of Luca grunting in pain at your movement, trying to pull him up somewhat gently, but not allowing him to see that, no matter where you stood now, this still hurt. 

Feeling your heart beat in your chest, you focused on the gun aimed at you for a moment, stopping at the door to look each one of them in the eyes. Tommy’s gaze didn’t falter, menacing and cold, while Arthur couldn’t look at you, moving away from where you stood, realising the side you chose didn’t match his own.  You had often sat with Arthur, the two of you ignored on many occasions and gave you an extra reason to bond, and he cared deeply for you, but he wouldn’t go against Tommy, not even to look at you to show you that he somehow wasn’t mad, just surprised and disappointed at your choice. 

While you walked out of the door, no man followed you, making it clear that Luca’s men were no longer his, Matteo standing still behind you, not daring to look up and meet Luca’s eyes, clutching his rifle tightly against his chest.   “I should be the hero coming to save you, not vice versa.”  “Yeah, well, maybe next time.” You muttered, struggling to walk while carrying most of his body weight.  You weren’t sure what other damage he had apart from his face, but his limping and laboured breathing suggested that other parts of his body had been wounded too. He pretended to be fine, taking steady steps before falling back onto you with a grunt, whispering a mix of Italian swear words and apologies. 

The moment you crossed the threshold of your house you walked him over to the sofa, finding the phone and calling the doctor before gathering anything useful that you could find, cursing at yourself for not being more organised.  “You could’ve died.” he spoke, his voice coarse as you made your way back to him with the various creams. “You’re a goddamn fool.” You muttered, dabbing his wounds, making him flinch and hiss in pain.  “Gentle, love.” He tried to joke, moving away from you, only to stop when the pain between his ribs got worse.  “I wouldn’t have to be gentle if you weren’t such an idiot.” You answered back, scoffing but softening your touches nonetheless. The doctor was going to be here soon, so you decided to focus on the various cuts, moving as gently as you could, wiping away the blood and removing any piece of glass still stuck in his skin.  “Never do that again.” He spoke seriously now, moving ever so slightly while you took care of him, lifting his hand to wipe some of his blood that had gotten on your cheek.  “Never do what again, save your ass?”  “Stand between me and a gun.” It had been a bold move, trusting your gut, knowing that Arthur wouldn’t shoot at you, even when your brain was cursing at you to get out of the way, but you weren’t sure if that made all the difference. You hadn’t thought about it, you just felt the need to stand in front of him, to shield him, whatever the outcome.  “Then next time be on the right end of it.”  Your movements were stopped by his hand gripping yours, holding the blood-stained rag still, some of the drops dripping down your arms, colouring your skin with faint red lines. “That was my intention and always has been, I can assure you, but in no circumstance I want you to take a bullet for me.” His eyes wandered, looking at you while you took care of him. He couldn’t have hoped for a better sight, yet something about the scene before him tugged at something deep within him. The fear of what he thought he could never achieve being right in front of him, maybe.  “Turns out I am here to clean up your wounds in the end, eh?” you joked, trying to wipe the serious look off his face along with all the blood.  “Y’ won’t want to kiss me anymore, with all these cuts. Too many scars.” “Who said I ever wanted to kiss you in the first place?” It was a harmless joke, proved for good measure by the soft kiss you placed on his lips, the meeting of your tongues enticed by both of your lips curving into a soft smile, the feeling of finally belonging somewhere filling your chest. “You never seemed to mind, dear.”  “I’ll always want to kiss you.” You added, letting the truth run free. He laughed, his eyes crinkling as he smiled, gently caressing your face with his fingertips, tracing invisible lines.  “No good came from kissing this old man, sweetheart. You-“ his words were interrupted by the timid knock on the door. He watched as you rose, making your way to the door, welcoming the doctor in and gesturing towards Luca, quickly explaining that you tended his external wounds and needed some help at assessing the internal ones. He looked away, nodding at the annoyance of being interrupted. 

“He’s got a broken rib. It will take him up to two months to fully recover, but in a week or two the pain should lessen. He’s also running a low fever. Everything seems under control, but if it rises you’ll have to monitor his condition.” The small man talked quietly, as if he didn’t want Luca to hear. Timid steps made him grow closer to the exit with each word he spoke, evidently eager to leave. “Thank you, doctor.”  He nodded, turning to walk away, stopping just before the door to glance behind him, looking at Luca, now standing tall behind you. “Is there a problem?” You asked, feeling the tension rise. You knew that Tommy had men all over town, but you didn’t want to believe that the doctor that had been helping you for years might be close to turning on you.  “They told me to deliver a message.”  A message. Through a man, rather than a phone call. Was that too personal for him now? They had no issue telling you about Arthur’s supposed death by phone, but now that he was threatening you, he used someone else’s voice.  “Have they, now?” Luca’s words were raspy, still out of breath from the movement and the pain, but that didn’t make him any less intimidating in the doctor’s eyes.  He was shorter than both of you, a small and round man, and, even with a broken rib and in pain, he knew Luca could easily overpower him if he so wished.  “They… Mr. Shelby said that you’ve got to leave. You’ve got until tomorrow. If you’re not-“ he took a deep breath, trying to steady his trembling voice, “if you’re not on the last ship out of here they’d…” he trailed on, not wanting to anger either of you. A quick glance at you and he nodded, rushing out of the door, closing it behind him in a haste, eager to get away. You turned, letting out an exasperated sigh while Luca stood behind you, considering the doctor’s words. He hadn’t looked at you, only at him, which meant that it was very likely that their appreciation for you over the years had counted for something. They wouldn’t kill you.  “I’ll pack my bags.” It wasn’t a question, there was no doubt that you’d follow him. Life with the Shelby’s had been a blessing, some of the best years of your life, but you doubted Tommy would welcome you back, at least not so soon. There was nothing left for you here, not in the land of Thomas Shelby.  “He’s not after you.” he tried to stop you from grabbing the bag, grabbing a hold of your hand as he spoke, holding you in place. You moved to face him, studying his expression. A lot of Luca came from his eyes, using his words to charm and threaten and keeping his secrets hidden deep inside. “But he’s after you.” “You’ve got a life here.”  “I had a life here.” you answered, feeling the electricity of a new start in the air. “If I stayed I’d have to find a job, and not only are most businesses owned by the Blinders, but those that aren’t wouldn’t welcome someone that got away from them on bad terms. They’re feared, and I’d just make whoever wanted me a target. I made a choice, Luca, and you’re not getting rid of me so easily.” you laughed, moving closer to him and caressing his cheek, gently, avoiding the small cuts. “I get to start over.” He smiled at your words, wishing he had your way of seeing things, the simpler ones, his eyes now trained to see the thousands of possibilities and dangers that his way of life offered him so easily, yet ignoring the other possibilities, the ones that weren’t deadly. You complemented each other, lacking what the other was strongest in. And while he looked at you, all he saw was the image of the wife he never could’ve dreamed of having, hoping that one day you’d be just that. He smiled again at the thought, watching you as you walked back to your bed, opening your bag to pack your belongings.  “America?” you asked, choosing the limited clothes you could bring. You could buy more once you arrived there, but you were sentimental and some had to come; the dress you wore on your first day in Small Heath, the one you had on when you saw Ada’s kid for the first time, and the few dresses you wore with Luca. You placed them all neatly, feeling the soft fabric under your hands, picking a few other items to fill the bag. A photograph of you, Polly and Ada, all smiling proud, a pearl necklace that made you feel like you could rule the world, along with a few memories of your years in England. He nodded, still deep in thought. “Will Matteo be joining us later on?” “Matteo’s with the Blinders now.” “Is he?” you smiled at him, knowing that the truth wasn’t that simple, and when he looked at you, you knew you were right. The mafia didn’t work with money, but with honour. It was a different world from Tommy’s, and Matteo wasn’t going to bail on the Changretta family just for some extra money. “There’s only two ships leaving, one tonight and one tomorrow.” He watched you from the mirror, his fingers lightly dragging over his wounds while he was deep in thought. “They’ll know where to find us.” you spoke the implication out loud, giving you the time to think of a solution. “So what if we don’t go to America?” He stood, his eyes closing at the brusk movements, still not used to the level of care he needed to take when he moved, making his way to the small table where a bottle of wine had been discarded the night before, half of its contents still in it, two glasses lined up next to it but only one used.  “My family needs me.” “Yeah, alive.” “The Shelby’s have fucked with the business, I’ve got to fix their deeds.”  “But you can’t fix anything if they kill us tomorrow.” he opened his mouth, ready to protest, but you continued “I’m talking about one extra day, one stop before heading to America.”  The wine was sweet, calming his nerves in the slightest of ways. “What do you suggest?”  “Call your family, fill them in on what they haven’t figured out on their own. Then we pack our things, spend the night in each other's arms and when we wake up, we leave. The ship sets sail tomorrow at 9am.”  “You’ve planned this.” You nodded, looking at the man that stood before you with a pleased smile. You had spent enough time alone with your thoughts to come up with more than one plan, and this one was your favourite. A simple exit. You picked up the papers, the tickets for your journey, that had been abandoned on the desk, handing them to him with a wink.  “Italy. You’ve got family over there too, right? I’m sure you’ll be able to secure us a place to sleep for the night, and if not I guess we’ll just have to sleep under the stars.” You raised your hand dramatically, moving your fingers around an imaginary constellation. “Then we leave for America. One day, a small change in plan, and we’ll have the Shelby’s waiting for us here. Wrong place, wrong time, but not for us. And once we arrive, you’ll have all the time to fix what needs to be fixed. Deal?”  He took a second to think about it, pursing his lips in thought, watching as you waited patiently, switching your weight from one leg to the other. Then he nodded, your hands lifting in victory as you approached him, softly placing your arms on his shoulders.

“We have a deal.” 

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Forever

Hanta Sero x F!Reader NSFW

Summary: After years of being together, you and Sero decide to reminisce in the best way possible.

WC: 2.2K

A/N: Hi friends! Sero is one of those characters that I truly see as good husband material and I wanted to express some of those feelings in this piece. I know for a lot of us, especially in my age range, growing up and leaving that age of “dumb teenager/early 20′s mess” to “adult with responsibilities” is a big change and I hope that is reflected a bit in this. Also, there’s car sex. So that’s fun :D As always, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! Thanks for reading <3 P.S: CAN WE TALK ABOUT SERO IN THE NEW EP??? ahhhh

TW: car sex, adulting/getting older, domestic relationship, daddy kink, breeding kink, mentions of drug use

Sero's eyes stared at the glowing screen, trying to comprehend the information yet again.

His gaze darted toward the corner, 3:36 A.M., and he yawned, before blinking and trying to re-read the document again. 

"Hey pretty boy." 

The smell of jasmine perfume and honey wafted in and he smiled sleepily as you ran your fingers through his shaggy black hair.

"Mm...I know, I know." He muttered, nuzzling into your touch. You were his rock, always making sure he ate well and slept enough, making sure he wouldn't overwork himself. Sero thought back to your UA days of sneaking out at 3 AM to some fast food joint and getting stoned while eating greasy fries in the back of his car. Time sure flew, huh?

You rested your head on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his neck.

"Come to bed. Paperwork will still be there in the morning, I promise.", you muttered into his soft skin. He relented and pulled himself out of the chair, twirling you around so he had you pressed against the wall.

His eyes roamed your face. You were still gorgeous as the day he first laid eyes on you in high school.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Hanta?" you whispered. He grinned, that toothy smirk that you fell in love with unchanged after all these years, and kissed you. 

"Just reminiscing. Thinking about how far we've come. Remember when we were annoying teenagers, sneaking out of the dorms?" 

"I'm pretty sure we are the reason for Aizawa's grey hairs now. Remember when your van broke down and we had to beg Bakugo to pick us up at 4 A.M.?" you giggled back, thinking of the blonde's angry scolding the entire ride home.

The two of you chuckled quietly, thinking about the years past. You glanced down at your hand, the sparkling diamond that adorned it shining in the dim room. 

"I remember the day you proposed too. I'm pretty sure I thought you were going to dump me." you teased.

Even in the dark, you could see his face flush and his eyes narrow.

"I was NERVOUS. I was trying to ask the love of my life to spend the rest of our lives together and you just sat there being beautiful and Denki spent the day before trying to convince me to do a flash mob and it was a LOT of pressure!"

"You literally started off with, 'We've had some bad times, and some good times, and this was fun'." You laughed, picturing his face that day. He was sweating bullets and your heart was sinking, thinking he was ending it. He had been so secretive and weird the weeks prior, as opposed to his normally chilled out demeanor. 

Sero kissed your forehead.

"I still have no idea why you said yes, but you're stuck with me, babe." He clinked his matching band against yours, a gesture the two of you did to remind yourselves of your unbreakable bond. 

His long arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him and you buried yourself into his chest, smelling his citrus-scented soap. He rested his chin on your hair. 

"When did we get so old, Y/N?" He whispered, his eyes looking at the walls behind you. Pictures of the two of you decorated the house. The pair of you in matching sunglasses at the beach, a group photo of you two and the squad at dinner after the aforementioned proposal, a candid on your wedding day, and then the two of you holding your twin boys.

"I'm pretty sure after we became parents." you mumbled into his chest, your sleepiness apparent in your voice. "I think once I had to say Daddy in a non-sexual way, was when I realized we were old." 

Sero chuckled quietly, his hands squeezing your waist. 

"But, we're still cool right? We aren't our parents." 

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

"Hanta, are you worried about getting older?"

He closed his eyes. 

"Not worried as much as...I just...I don't wanna be an old guy who drives a minivan and talks about retirement and golf."

Your eyes widened and you burst into laughter.

"Baby, I'm pretty sure you would never take up golf."

Sero pouted and you grinned before continuing.

"But in all seriousness, we aren't the kids we were in high school. Maybe we can't pull all nighters and still function the next day, and maybe we have to be parents who eat more vegetables and less french fries. But it's also nice to have a car that doesn't require a running start to move, and have a house instead of sneaking in and out of each other's dorm rooms. And you know, the kids are KIND OF cool."

He nodded.

"They are pretty cool kids."

You cupped his face, tilting him towards you.

"If I have to grow old with someone, I'm glad it's with you."

His face flushed and he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You gently tugged at the longer hair behind his ears as you kissed him back. He let out a low groan and his hands kneaded at your curves, squeezing your ass and hips.

Finally, the two of you broke apart, breathless and grinning. He pressed his forehead to yours.

"How about…we reminisce a little more? Maybe...in the car, for old time's sake?"

You nodded and the two of you headed to the garage, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not wake up the kids. Sero opened the car door and the two of you slid in the backseat, giggling like teenagers. 

You straddled him and could feel his cock through his joggers. He groaned as you grinded against it, teasing him with hungry hot kisses to his neck. 

“You’re such a tease, princess.” He whispered before tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. Your body shivered at his touch. Even after all this time, he made you feel like a lovestruck schoolgirl. You ran your hands down his toned chest, his body lean from hero work, and slid your fingers underneath his shirt.

Sero took this as an invitation to pull off his black tank top and you did the same to your sleeping shirt, an old band tee that you snagged from him. His hands cupped your breasts, slowly kneading the soft flesh as he placed soft kisses on your collarbone and shoulder.

“Mmm...you’re so fucking beautiful. How the hell did I get so damn lucky, babe?” He said between kisses. Sero had a way of making you feel like the sexiest woman in the world and you couldn’t help but smile as he worshipped your breasts, kissing and licking his way down till he latched his mouth over your nipple. 

Using his other hand to tweak and tug at the hardened bud, he alternated between the two, sucking and leaving soft bites. Your back arched involuntarily, pushing your chest deeper into his mouth as you moaned.

“Fuck…need you Hanta.”

His long fingers worked their way down your belly, tracing circular patterns as he reached your sex. He ran a finger across your slit, barely parting your folds.

“What do you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Please...please touch me. Please daddy.” you begged, grinding yourself against him for the smallest amount of friction. You could feel yourself leaving a mess on his sweatpants, but you needed his touch.

He let out a deep chuckle.

“So desperate, huh baby? Let daddy take care of you.” You bit your lip as he plunged two fingers into your cunt. The length, combined with the hooking motion had you gasping. He continued to plunge in and out of your sopping heat as you rocked against him. Your thighs tensed, threatening to close on his arm. He maneuvered the two of you so you were laying on your back across the seat, his hand gripping your soft thighs, holding you in place as he finger-fucked you.

“Take it like a good girl baby. Let daddy make you feel good. You look so beautiful for me baby.” He praised you as he pushed deeper into you. You could feel him hit spots in you that made you see stars. All you could do was lay back and cry from the overwhelming pleasure that clouded your brain.

“Fuck...daddy, gonna cum soon!” you wailed, eyes rolling back. Hanta then chose this moment to pull his fingers from you, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing. You let out a frustrated whimper, tears leaking from your eyes.

“I’m so sorry baby, but I promise I’m gonna make it all better. You trust me baby?” He asked, his eyes dark with desire and something primal.

You nodded, sniffling at the shock of your orgasm being ripped from you. He tapped your lips with his fingers,still dripping of your arousal. Obediently, you opened and sucked on the two fingers, tasting yourself. 

“Look how good you taste baby. You’re such a good girl for me. I want you to lick up every last drop from my fingers. Can you do that for daddy?” He asked, grinning.

Nodding dumbly, you slurped down every bit of yourself from his hand. He pressed against your tongue, making you gag around him. You looked up at him, drool falling from the corners of your mouth. 

Hanta felt his cock twitch. Fuck you looked so sexy, so fucked and in love. He could see the devotion in your eyes as you looked at him awaiting his next instructions.

He pulled his hand back, strings of saliva hanging off of his calloused fingers. He propped himself above you so he was looking right down at your gorgeously fucked out face.

“You ready baby? You ready to take all of Daddy’s cock?” He asked, tugging your shorts down and lining himself up with your entrance. Your fingers found their way to his neck, tugging him close to you. The two of you shared a deep kiss, exchanging unspoken promises and memories before breaking apart. You nodded, looking deep into his eyes.

“Always."

Hanta felt his face flush, before slowly pressing into your tight heat. You bit your lip. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, you still had to prepare for his length. He wasn’t the thickest but his cock was long and lean just like him, with a curve that pressed itself right against your most sensitive spots.

“Fuck...you feel so good for me. You’re squeezing me so well baby.” He murmured, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your body. His hands ran up and down your sides as he looked down at you and he gave you a small grin as he pinched your hip. You dug your fingertips into his shoulder blades, pulling him flush against you.

“Oh fuck you feel so good.” You rocked your hips against him, rolling yourself onto his cock. He took this as a cue to go faster and started to piston deeper inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass. His tip slammed against your walls, burying him deeper inside you. Moans and sighs filled the backseat and you gripped him tightly.

“That’s it babe, that’s it. Taking daddy so fucking deep. Fuck you’re sucking me in so well. I might have to knock you up again if you keep it up. You want that princess? Want daddy to put another baby inside you?” Hanta panted, hungrily kissing your neck and shoulder as he fucked into you faster. His teeth nipped at the thin skin and you cried out, from a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Answer me baby girl.”

“Y-yes daddy! Please fill me up with your cum. Need you so bad. Wan’a have your baby.” You moaned, delirious from him. The windows to the car were foggy and sweat ran down your bodies as you repeatedly crashed into each other, and yet all you could feel was him, all you wanted was to stay with him and please him as much as you could.

He could feel his release rapidly approaching. His hand snaked down to your clit and he pressed tight circles to the sensitive bud. Your back arched from the seat as you moaned out a mixture of curses and begs. Your mindless babbling spurred him on more. He wanted to keep fucking you, make it so you couldn’t remember your own name, drive you insane with desire and want.

“Tell me who’s fucking you so good baby. Who’s making you feel so fucking good? Who’s cum do you want to fill that tight little pussy of yours?” He breathed out, slamming into you impossibly faster.

“Daddy daddy daddy - DADDY!” you chanted, your mind fuzzy as you tightened around him, creaming on his cock. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rode out your high on his cock as your eyes fluttered and your mouth dropped open.

“That’s it, that’s it, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned out as he released into you, filling you with his seed. His cock twitched, spurting his load into you and his fingers gripped your hips, holding you tightly as he filled you up.

The two of you panted, breathing hard as you came down from your highs, slowly moving into a position where he could hold you. He moved some strands of hair, plastered to your face with sweat, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you.” 

You grinned, sleepiness overtaking your body as you leaned into him, your lips pressing against his skin.

“Forever.”

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