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ktsumu · 14 days

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18+ NSFT MDNI. SHOWER ACTION.

You already know that Atsumu's in the shower before you hear him in it, nudging the front door shut behind you, heels falling off of your groaning feet. The first matchup of the pre-season has ensured that.

Muscle memory makes you step over the routine dufflebag he drops in the very middle of the entryway, shaking the strap off of your ankle when it catches. His sweater's on the back of the couch.

You'd take it down the hallway with you, but you follow the clothes like a roadmap instead. Toeing along, kicking his track pants out of the way with a scoff, rolling your eyes and wondering how he completely missed the hamper.

An athlete, he calls himself.

The shower turns your bedroom hot, steaming up the windows from the open ensuite door, the mirror dripping with water. You can feel the humidity ruining the hair you worked so hard to keep tidy this morning.

"Atsumu?" You sigh, tugging it loose and glancing at him through the mirror.

It's more so what you can see of him— the frosted glass of the shower punishes you mostly, keeps you to watching his blurry body turn, his head twist to your voice. You can see him turn to face the water again.

"Hey baby. How's work?"

"I'm gonna guess better than the game today?" You pick up his sweaty jersey with your foot, taking in the distinct yet familiar smell of sharp pines and locker room. "Judging by the state of our home."

Atsumu breathes out sheepishly, but it sounds like a grin. "I'll clean it all up, don't worry."

"I know you will."

"Yeah, for sure." He hesitates, humming when he rubs at the crook of his neck. "Maybe tomorrow morning? Swear."

You don't care when he cleans it up, really. Your eyes haven't left the shower.

Quietly, you start to undo your blouse, shrugging it off of your shoulders and peeling it off of your sticky skin. You toss it near Atsumu's abandoned shorts.

"Been in there a while?" you huff, blindly turning on the fan. "Hot as hell in here."

"Everything hurts," he groans. "Fuckin' hate coming off the off-season— not used to it."

You purse your lips. "Gonna stay in for a little while longer?"

It's quiet, aside from the shower running. His shadow moves, leans closer to the glass before standing upright again. His hands tease you over the top, combing through his hair.

"If someone wants to keep me company, can't really say no."

(He must sense your eyes rolling, because he chuckles and slips the door open a crack.)

You shimmy your tight skirt down your legs, stepping out of everything embarrassingly fast. Your cami ends up hanging off the sink and your pantyhose are in a ball, but Atsumu's waiting hand has you getting inside the shower as fast as you can manage.

Where he isn't drenched in water, he's painted by a thin sheen of heat, the steam of the shower dripping down his temple. His hand welcomes you first, guiding you closer so his lips can greet you next.

Atsumu rests a hand on the side of your face, droplets of water swarming down your chest like snakes. He kisses you sloppily, tongue trying at yours the second you let him, teeth grazing your lip when you pull away like he's begging you to stay.

"Sore, huh?"

His eyes travel down— over your chest, sternum, hips. His hands follow in the same order like a drill— tits, chest, beautiful, beautiful hips. "Forget I said anything 'bout that,"

"You should rest, really,"

"Stop teasin' me, it's just cruel," he frowns, "need you to give me a cure tonight,"

"Yeah? It's called eight hours of sleep and Voltaren."

He rolls his eyes, lidded with said sleep— the hand holding yours that pulls you closer and his half-hard cock between you say something entirely different.

Atsumu's hand gropes your ass, fingertips dinging into fat until you get impossibly closer, until he's basically against your stomach and you're basically just looking at his lips.

"You should—"

"Should," he emphasizes, murmured against your mouth as he kisses you again, chaste but lingering, "but this is what I'm actually gonna do."

"What?"

"You," he hums, tucking a strand of your half-wet hair behind your ear, blocking the water and hoarding you to himself. "Gonna be my cleanse."

You snort, fingers smoothing over his abs and down to the base of his cock, nails gently running over the dark trail of hair. "That right?"

"Mmmyeah," he says through a groan, yawning before he slots a hand in between your legs, trailing it up your inner thigh as you finally get him in your hand. It's the only place he's wanted to be all night, besides your bed. "Feel so fuckin' good, fuck,"

You sigh against his chest, tilting your head up to taste him again. Like spearmint, like the gum he must've chewed on the drive home just knowing you'd end up here.

"Shit, alright," he sighs, hips lazily rolling into your palm as you look up at him with eyes that make him wanna pass out.

"Gotta choose now— you wanna be on your knees first or do ya want 'em over my shoulders?"

You breathe out a laugh, sliding your hands over his slippery arms, over every muscled ridge as you lower yourself to the tile floor, kissing his hip when you get there. "Romantic, really."

Atsumu's body tilts your way, chasing your lips down, leaning into your touch as he brushes a thumb over your cheek. The kiss you place on his flushed tip is greatly appreciated— he lets you know it.

"Yeah, honey, I try," he breathes. He smiles so warmly down at you that it's almost like you're not about to suck him off. "Just wait until I get you to bed, yeah?"

"We both know you're falling asleep."

"Well, after we get outta here you will be, too."

"Mm, we'll see."

Atsumu barks a laugh, delicately running his hand up your nape before taking a stronger hold on the base of your hair.

"Oh, you're so on."

#what is this? i dont know. shower sex pregaming with atsumu???? in such a tsumu mood tonight wrote this in 20 #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #kit writes

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vminizzle · 1 year

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Stay quiet for me

pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluffy tones?

warnings : pet names, swearing, marking, penetration, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slapping (once)

words count : 0.9k

A/N : hi hi everyone, I hope y’all doing good. Here’s a little something to thank y’all for your support on my recent fics and for the 100 followers!! love y’all. My english still sucks but aye let’s go! (also I want to precise that I’m a new writer I’m not experienced, I’ll try to do better for the upcoming fics *sigh*)

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY WELCOMED ♡

M RATED

“fuck, go faster.” Jungkook said as he gripped your hips tighter. You could tell that you were going to have bruises later by the way his fingers were buried into the soft flesh. You were trying the best you could to make the both of you reach your high.

His hard-on was filling you up deliciously, so deep, it felt too good. You could feel every inch of him as you moved up and down on him. His hair was sticked on his forehead, sweat covering your bodies .

Your loud moans escaping from your lips as Jungkook gripped your neck connecting his beautiful lips on the abused skin. Sucking softly, tongue caressing the marks he left, making you whimper at the sensitive stimulation. You were so close to finishing when you heard Jungkook’s phone rang. He cursed before sighing, dropping his head on your shoulder. It was late at night who could it be, you wondered.

He grabbed his phone to check who it was making you stop curiously. Jungkook moved his hand to slap your ass lightly “don’t stop baby” he groaned. He bucked his hips suddenly making you lost your balance. “Jungkook” you moaned. Your thighs were so sore, it’s been more than 15 minutes since you started riding him. “it h-hurts babe” you sobbed softly.

"Yoongi is calling, stay quiet for me, you can do that for me love, huh?” he caressed your cheek making you close your eyes nodding at him softly “ that’s my girl” he pecked your lips.

Before Jungkook picked up the call, he lifted your body laying you gently on the bed considered all the efforts you did. He looked into your eyes to make sure everything was alright for you.

He grabbed his phone, picking up Yoongi’s call, putting it on speaker “wassup dude! sorry I know it’s late but I was wondering if you’re ok if I modify my verse in our last demo. I want to exchange some parts with Jimin. So I could see which one is better” you listened to the deep voice echoing through the room. It was Taehyung…

Jungkook looked at you with an emotionless face, you were about to laugh when he hit your g-spot with a particular hard thrust. You bit your lip trying to block the noises threatening to escape as he smirked at your reaction.

"bro you here?” Taehyung��asked “yea yea I’m here. Why do you have Yoongi’s phone ? And yea I think it c-can work. Make sure to not- shit-” He groaned louder than he would had think.

“man, you good?” Taehyung asked confused.

“yes! yes!” Jungkook replied.

“hmm, so yea. I’m with Yoongi that’s why I have his phone, mine’s dead. Don’t worry I’ll be careful not to modify too much since we really liked how it sounded and all. Yoongi is with us so everything will be fine” Taehyung started blabbing while Jungkook tried his best to hit the places he knows that could make you scream his name.

His friend long forgotten when you gripped his long black locks, pulling him in a passionate kiss. He put his hand on your cheek as he kept devouring your lips.

“Kook? can you hear m-”

“yea yea, I-I trust you” Jungkook replied out of breath.

“sorry if i disturbed you this late, thank y-” Taehyung started apologizing.

“It’s o-ok, bye!” Jungkook ended the call, throwing his phone away.

He grabbed your left thigh, lifting it up a little higher so he could hit deeper “f-fuck, you feel so good”. He was getting near, you knew it. You scrached his back as he left little kisses on your chest “Jungkook go faster please”.

He bit his lips as he gripped onto the headboard with one hand for support. You threw your head back into the pillow, the pleasure building in your stomach getting too much. You looked up at him, his hair practically wet, muscles contracting every time he made a move, his lips red from all the biting and kisses, his eyes rolling to the back of his head .

This view made you feel butterflies in your stomach. The bed kept on hitting the wall repeatedly “fuck! I’m gonna cum!” you sobbed.

Jungkook lowered himself to put his forehead on yours, trying to catch his breath “me too!”.

You both moaned as your walls started tightening around him uncontrollably. You grabbed the sheet tightly as you came, your fingernails digging into the flesh of his bicep. He continued thrusting into you to help you ride your high as you pulled on his hair “please cum inside me baby please”. He could only moan at your words. He held your hips as he cummed inside you immediately your words exciting him more than you thought.

The warm liquid filled you up to the brim, some flowing on the bed sheet. “damn” he cursed watching his cum dripping out of you “you’re so hot”.

You laughed pulling him down on you “let’s stay like this for a while please?” you asked shyly.

“you want me to stay inside?” he looked up at you curious as you nod caressing his cheek, your other hand running up and down his scratched back. He kissed you neck whispering an “I love you y/n” before cuddling you. “I love you Jungkook” you kissed the top of his head.

–

“guys is it just me or he seemed weird? like sick?” Taehyung asked a bit lost.

“nah. boy was getting laid” Yoongi said smirking making Jimin laugh loudly his head falling on Taehyung’s shoulder as he clap his hands.

—

A/N : sorry I had to make a little Vmin appearance hehe ,, ♡ I hope you guys liked it :) thank you for your support!

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yanderestarangel · 6 months

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♡ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐮𝐚𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠 ♡

a/n: version with bi han here ♡

TW: angst, insecurity, smut, v!sex, oral (f!re), husband kuai liang, afab anatomy, pet names, praise, rough sex, aggressive sex, use of ropes in sex, creampie, overstimulation, dirty talk, husband x husband, ftm reader.

Things were always peaceful between the two of you, he was a caring and faithful husband, you had no reason to doubt him or anything similar to that.

However, after Bi Han's betrayal with the Lin Kuei, Kuai Liang needed the help of third parties to form another clan, and this clan was the 'shiray ryu' in honor of the woman who helped him, Harumi - and also the name of the whole the problem in marriage you - you were insecure and he lost his patience, tired of saying that they had nothing, and they really didn't, he was married to you. It was at a dinner that he arrived later with Harumi that you lost your temper, having a fight with Kuai Liang, his stress and concern for the clan made him simply say cruel things to you without him even realizing it.

He only noticed when you slapped him in the face and left the house crying, he hated himself at that moment. You went out into the forest, crying and with sore feet, but you soon felt the cryromancer's ropes around your body, pinning you to the ground. "-Fuck (Y/N) never run like that again, damn, did you get hurt?" He speaks worriedly and a little rudely, still under the influence of anger, but genuinely worried, while carrying you on his shoulders easily - you even tried to try to free yourself from the ropes, but you couldn't - Kuai soon arrived at your house, throwing you on top out of bed and locking all the doors so you don't run away again.

While you were trapped by his ropes, Kuai Liang stood in front of you with a pained expression on his face. He looked tired and exhausted, he took a deep breath and tried to calm down."-We've been through so many things together, we've faced countless enemies and situations that should have separated us, but we survived them all. Why do we let something like Harumi come between us now? Out of jealousy?" He asked, looking at you intently. You didn't respond immediately, just looking at him,tears in your eyes. Kuai Liang continued, trying to explain his feelings.

"-I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you anymore. Please understand that Harumi means nothing to me, she never did anything wrong, she only helped us when Shiray Ryu was in childhood, our feelings for her have always remained platonic. She's like a sister to me, I would never betray her trust or our marriage." You didn't want to listen, trying to insult him and telling him to take those ropes off you, however, seeing you vulnerable, angry and exposed made him feel guilty, but also excited. He couldn't help it.

"-No, I'm not letting you go yet. Not until we talk about this." He said firmly as he ran his fingers through your hair, you could see the conflict in his eyes, torn between his duty as a ninja and his love for you, he was a man full of flaws, but he would never betray you. Without warning, Kuai Liang bent down and gently kissed your forehead, trying to calm you down. "-I promise, tonight we will make up for everything that happened, just trust me." He whispered softly in your ear, as he used the sharp kunai to tear the fabric of your clothes, exposing your body completely to him.

His lips slowly moved from your forehead to your cheek and then to your neck, sending shivers down your spine. As he continued kissing you, his hand began to move down, passing over your breast and then down towards your pussy. You moaned softly at his touch, still upset about recent events. Kuai Liang smiled slightly at your reaction before continuing his seduction. He ran his fingers through your slit, teasing your clit and making you moan louder. "-You look so fucking gorgeous now, you know that?"

He couldn't resist the temptation any longer.

With one swift motion, he pulled the strings on your body, opening your thighs and burying himself in your pussy, his tongue flicking out to lap up your juices. "-I want you..." he growled, "-I need you." His tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit, causing waves of pleasure to ripple through your body, the ropes hurting you slightly, leaving large linear red marks. "-My husband is a little slut don't you?" With a satisfied grin, Kuai Liang slid two fingers inside you, finger-fucking you roughly while continuing to suck on your clit. You moaned loudly, arching your back and thrusting against his hand. Kuai Liang added another finger, stretching you wide and pushing your little hole.

You tried to maintain your posture, saying that you hated him, even if it was a lie - and you both knew it - the ninja soon removed his fingers from you and pulled down his pants, exposing his fat, pulsing cock, leaking a thin layer of pre-semen from the tip. reddish, while he positioned himself between your thighs, rubbing the tip of his dick on your clit. "-You don't hate me baby. You just feel insecure because of Harumi. But I swear to you, she means nothing to me. All I want is you." He whispered hoarsely into your ear. Your body shook with pleasure as he continued to rub his dick against your clit, your moans filling the room. "-You know you love me..." He slid the pulsate shaft as he led you in front of the large mirror in your room, while using his right arm to hold you around your waist and the other around your neck. He pulled your hair hard, forcing you to look in the mirror "-Look at you baby... See the way my cock slides in and out of your tight pussy. That's what I see when I look at you, baby. Nothing but pure desire and love." Your body responded to his words, his dick sliding against your sensitive walls, causing you to moan louder and clutch at the ropes binding you.

"-You're a beautiful man, wrapped up in the arms of your loving husband. And I want to remind you of that every chance I get... You're my little whore, aren't you? My precious, perfect husband. And look that beautiful pussy, so wet and ready for me." His words were like poison to your ears, but they also had a strange effect on you. As he continued to fuck you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of validation. Your insecurity melted away, replaced by a newfound confidence.

You no longer saw Harumi as a threat; instead, you saw her as just another person in Kuai Liang's life. You knew that he belonged to you, and nobody else. He didn't let you look away from the reflection-scorpion wanted to show you how beautiful you were, how desirable you were to him - he praised you so much, every part of him, your favorite nicknames - "darling" "baby" "sweetheart" "my pretty little thing" "my pretty slut" - with every word he growled, his dick came in and out of you, as you trembled in the heat of his member. With one final thrust, Kuai Liang let out a primal roar as he came inside you, filling you with his hot cum. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "-That's right, take my cum, you little whore." He growled, looking into your eyes in the mirror. As he collapsed onto you, spent and satisfied, he kissed you softly, his lips brushing against yours in a tender gesture of devotion.

"-Never doubt yourself again, I love you more than anything, I swear, on my ninja honor, and on my soul."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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justmeinadaze · 6 months

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Aftercare: Safeword (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie & Sub reader, SMUT, As the title suggests the safe word is used here, the smut they are engaging in isn't too rough she just feels uncomfortable mostly with how they are grabbing her and seem "not all there", choking, mentions of overstimulation without praise, brief dp, later on more romantic softer smut, dirty talk, etc, FLUFF, they love each other <3, aftercare after use of the safe word, ANGST, mentions of past toxic relationships, both boys talk about things that are stressing them out.

More than anything this is them teaching her more about aftercare and how there is nothing wrong with needing to use a safe word. That no matter what they still love her. That goes for you beautiful souls to! Its ok to use your word if you have one and if your partner gets mad at you for it, like Eleven says, dump their ass!

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Something was off. They both seemed out of sorts when they got home from work but you didn’t think anything of it at the time. You just did what you could to make them feel better. Eddie came home first and bypassed you entirely to fall onto his bed. You crawled in beside him and laid your head on his chest as he remained still, not even playing with your hair like he normally did.

Steve soon followed, finding you both and curling up behind you as he threw his arm around your waist; his breathing ragged almost like he was angry. After a while, without saying a word, they tugged off your clothes, and began to use you. That was the best way to describe their desperate touches and rough kisses.

Their vacant eyes rarely met yours as they made you cum repeatedly. You cried at the overstimulation and where they would usually coo and comfort you, this time they were silent.

They were both inside of you thrusting aggressively. You were already extremely sore and knew you would be for the next few days to come.

You thought you could make it to the end and allow them to finish but they made you promise if ever you felt uncomfortable to use the safe word. Eddie’s fingers were gripping your bicep a bit too tightly and Steve’s hand around your throat was starting to cut off your air supply.

You tried to say “red” but it wasn’t coming out loud enough to be heard. Going to plan B, you squeezed your eyes shut as you lifted your palm above you and smacked Eddie’s headboard three times as hard as you could.

They stopped moving, freezing in place, and you tapped at the hand around your neck signaling the concern.

“Shit. Fucking…Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He released his grip and gradually pulled out of you before running out of the room to the kitchen.

Eddie pulled out as well, brushing your hair out of your face as you coughed trying to collect air.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. Everything’s ok.”

Steve quickly came back, sinking to his knees by the mattress as he handed you a glass of water.

“Here, honey, drink this. Good girl. What else do you need, baby?”

It was then that you started to bawl and their hearts broke as you hugged your arms around your body. Eddie kept whispering that you were safe as he gently petted your head while Steve covered you with a throw blanket and rubbed your back.

“I’m sorry.”, you whimper as you wipe your eyes with your fist. “I tried. I really did but you both were hurting me.”

“Hey, hey, hey. No reason to be sorry. We’re so proud of you for using the safe word and getting our attention. I know you said it used to be hard for you before, pretty girl.” Steve grinned at you comfortingly as he continued to try and calm you down.

“I-I-I ruined everything.”

“No, princess. You didn’t ruin anything. You feeling safe and comfortable is more important to us than anything else.”

You softly smile at them as you slide to the edge and try to get up but your legs betray you as you fall back down.

“Baby, we got you. Where are you trying to go?”

“Bath. Hurts.”

“Ok, I’m going to carry you. Is that alright?”

You nod as Steve lifts you into his arms and Eddie runs ahead to get your bath started in your bathroom since your tub is bigger (and cleaner) than his. The boy continues to hold you in his arms until everything is in place before gently lowering you into the water.

Your eyes shift towards them before quickly looking away as your bottom lip quivers.

“Talk to us, princess. What do you need?”

“Sit with me… hold me…hurting.”

They climb in without hesitation and promptly collect you in their arms. It was always slightly amusing for them to see how you behaved in this headspace. Eddie had only ever really dealt with brats who threw tantrums. You were far from a brat and due to your history with your exes, you seemed to close into yourself and close off. That was hard for them because they needed you to be vocal and tell them what you needed so they could help make you feel better.

They never wanted to push you this far and they knew they fucked up.

Eddie pressed your head to his chest while Steve laid his own on your shoulder. You sat with them until the water got cold and even then they didn’t move till you said you were ready. They carefully dried you off before putting some baggy clothes on you and carrying you to the living room.

“Are you hungry, baby? We have some frozen pizza in there I think.” The metalhead sighs when you don’t respond. “How about we make it and then if you’re hungry later at least it will be ready.”

Steve immediately headed for the kitchen and your eyes turn to watch him, noticing his hands shake as he carefully reads the box he’s holding. Eddie pushes some of your hair behind your ear before telling you he’ll be right back and heading towards his friend. They whisper to each other but you just barely make out what they are saying.

“Harrington, you have to calm down. She’s not upset with us but herself. She thinks she did something wrong by using her safe word.”

“Eddie, she couldn’t even say the word because of me. I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“I know and she knows that to but in her headspace right now she doesn’t understand that. She sees you panicking and she thinks it’s because you didn’t get to cum.”, he sighs. “Blame those fucking idiots she dated. I imagine if she didn’t know what aftercare was, if she had used the safe word with any of them they would have just left her there.”

Steve’s fist clenched at the thought but when his gaze shifted to you he noticed you watching them and flashed you a big Harrington smile with a wink. To his relief, you softly smiled in return.

Eddie came back to sit beside you, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv.

“I don’t know what would be on right now but—” Your hand reached out to stop him and his smile grew when you curled up into his side. “’Unsolved Mysteries’. Let’s see who got kidnapped by aliens tonight.”

“Aliens aren’t real, Ed.”, Steve scolded as he came around the corner and flopped down on the couch.

“Pfft. Non-believer.” The longhaired boy rolls his eyes as you grin but he doesn’t miss the slight wince when his fingers run down your arm.

***

By the time the show ended, you had returned to your old self as you giggled at their banter and ate the food they offered.

“Steve, I agree with Eddie there totally is aliens out there but I’m going to need you to make sure if I disappear you search through the human world first! Don’t let him get distracted!”

“Honey, if you went missing I would move heaven and earth to find you.”

That made you genuinely smile as Eddie continued to play with your hair. The other man bounced back beside you, holding an icepack and gestured for your arm.

“Oh, it’s ok. I’m ok.”

“Sweetheart, you’re right. It is ok. Let Stevie see your arm.”

“I don’t want you guys to be sad. You do so much for me…I can…I can take care of it myself.”

“My love, do you remember what we told you after we play rough?”

“But, but—”

“What did we say, Y/N?”

“Aftercare is important afterwards. Not just for me but you guys to. But, Steve, you guys made me cum so many times and neither of you got finish.”

“Princess, that is literally the last thing on our minds right now. All we care about is that you feel safe and that you aren’t in pain. You didn’t do anything wrong by giving us the signal and getting our attention. Can you say that for me?”

“I did nothing wrong by signaling for us to stop.”

“Good girl.”, Eddie kisses your temple. “You still deserve to be taken care of after no matter what, babe. It’s just a little bit different because Steve and I need to see you and hear from you to fully understand so this doesn’t happen again.”

You nodded in understanding as you lifted up your sleeve. “Eddie was holding me to tightly and it hurt.”

The metalhead shifted his body to sit across from you on the coffee table so he could get a better look before Steve covered it with ice. Purple fingerprints were starting to form around your bicep and he could see the little indents from his fingernails digging into your skin.

“Sweetie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even realize.”

You turned a bit and pulled down your collar exposing your throat a bit more. They could both see the imprint of where Steve’s hand had been.

“I couldn’t breathe.”

“I didn’t realize either. Shit…I was so lost in my own head, honey—”

“That bothered me the most. You two were so quiet and your eyes seemed so vacant. Eddie usually you give me a kiss when you come home but you went straight to your bedroom. When we lay together, you play with my hair or touch my skin but neither of you did that. When you kept making me cum and I started to cry, you both soothe me or praise me but you didn’t this this time. It felt…weird like…I was with two different men.”

They both exhaled heavily as they absorbed what you were saying.

“I almost got fired today.” You and Steve sat at attention at his comment. “Someone broke into the record store and stole a bunch of shit but instead of leaving it there they spray painted ‘Freak’ on the wall as well as some satanist symbols, I don’t even know.”, Eddie rolled his eyes. “My boss said this isn’t the kind of attention he wants and he may have to let me go. I had to beg literally almost on my knees for him to keep me on.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry.”, you comforted.

“I hate this fucking town. They’re never going to see me as anything else than fucking trailer trash. I felt so helpless and I took that out on you, sweetheart. I am so fucking sorry.”

“My dad showed up at the video store today and embarrassed me in front of Robin. He said that if I couldn’t get into college then I should come intern with him and learn the trade. Like that asshole would ever hand over his company to me. I’m never going to be good enough for him.”

“You’re good enough for us, Stevie. You’re more than enough.”, you coo as you reach for his hand.

“I took that out on you to, honey. I’m sorry. I needed to feel more in control and… God this fucking kills me.”, he sighs as his fingers trace the skin along your neck. “This is never going to happen again, Y/N. I promise.”

“Me to.”, Eddie follows. “And we are really proud of you for using your safe word and following those steps we put in place.”

“I love you.”

The metalhead climbs back on to the sofa as both boys wrap their arms obnoxiously around you making you giggle.

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The next couple of days they continued to look after you making sure you were alright and constantly trying to make up for hurting you. Steve came home one day with flowers while Eddie bought you a cute little silver bracelet he knew you’d love.

That Friday evening when you got off of work, you walked into your apartment met with dimmed lights and candles lit on the table.

“Um, what is happening?”, you smile as you walk towards the counter that has a note with your name on it.

“Baby Girl,

In your room is present #1 of the evening. Go put it on, beautiful.

We love you.

-Eddie X Steve”

You blush as you run excitedly towards your bedroom to find a flat box with a bow on top. Gasping when you pull it open, you hold up the gorgeous red dress with matching flats and spin around giddily as you quickly put it on.

While you’re a adjusting your make up in the bathroom, a clearing throat grabs your attention.

“Oh wow.”, you grin as your eyes fall upon Eddie in a suit. “You look handsome.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I’m not as good looking as you though.” The metalhead extends his elbow and you gladly loop your arm through his as he leads you back out into the living room where an equally well-dressed Steve was waiting.

“Oh, baby, you look amazing.”, you coo as he grins in your direction.

“Me? That dress looked gorgeous in the store but it looks even better on you.”

He comes around to kiss your cheek before guiding you to your table that was fancied up with a white tablecloth. Beaming over at them, you watched as they moved about the kitchen, whispering to each other, and finally coming back to you with a plate of delicious looking food.

“Did you guys make this?”

“Princess, the apartment is still standing and isn’t on fire so no.”, Eddie chuckled. “We ordered it from your favorite place but instead of eating out of Styrofoam we upped the ante by putting it on plates.”

You giggled when he winked at you and patiently waited for them to take a seat so you could eat together.

“Not that I don’t appreciate this but may I ask why?”

“We just…we love you and we wanted to show you how much we appreciate you.”, Steve smiles as he reaches for your hand.

“We also wanted to show you how proud we are of you. We know you’ve been through a lot, Y/N but you’ve come so far in being more open with us and you’ve even shown us some things as well. Like Harrington said, we love you…so much.”

“I love you to.”

The three of you continued to talk as you ate your meal. Eddie said he was able to smooth things over with his boss and stayed behind a few extra hours to help get his store back in order. Steve told his dad to politely fuck off and asked Robin to help him search for some career options that would work best for him. You were always so proud of them, never caring what they did for a living but just wanted them to be happy.

“Thank you so much for dinner. It was really good.”, you beam at them as they clear the table and start cleaning up the area.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, honey. We were thinking once we get everything put away here, maybe, we could watch a movie or something.”

“Baby, we got all dressed up, you went all out on dinner, and now you just want to sit down and watch a movie?”

“Oh, um, I mean did you want to go somewhere, sweetheart?”

Leaning over the counter, you look up at them with big doe eyes.

“My bedroom…or the couch…Hell, even the counter here. I don’t care.”, you giggle.

“How are you feeling?”, Steve asks as his eyes shift towards your neck. The bruises had long since faded but you could tell he could still see them almost as if that image would never go away.

“Horny it seems.”, Eddie laughs making you smile.

Coming around to their side, the metalhead lifts you onto the island and you reach for the other boy, clasping your arms around his neck.

“I’m feeling much better, Daddy. I promise. You don’t have to keep punishing yourself for what happened. You both took such good care of me. Please, let me take care of you.”

As you bring his lips to yours, his palms slide down to the small of your back and pull you towards the edge closer to his waist. A whimper escapes your throat as the growing bulge in his pants steadily grinds against your uncovered core; the fabric of his slacks rubbing just enough on your clit to have you opening your legs wider to allow him more access.

“Does that feel good, baby girl? Fuck. I can feel you soaking through my pants.”

“Y-You should take them off then.”, you breathily laugh as he rests his forehead on yours, smiling at your neediness. “Please, Daddy. I want you so bad.”

A low growl emits from Steve’s throat as he quickly fumbles with his belt buckle and frees his leaking cock from its confinement. Your mouth falls open as you both watch him guide his length into you entrance and your hands cup his face as your legs wrap around his waist.

“Yes, baby. You feel so good.”, you moan as your fingers unbutton the top half of his shirt so your hands can roam his chest, making him mewl as his head falls into your neck and he thrusts into you at a bit faster.

Eddie’s own fingers come from the side and delicately move your hair behind your ear.

“You’re so beautiful, princess. I like watching your face when we’re fucking you. I love that you’re ours.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you hugged Steve tighter to your body.

“Don’t—mmm—don’t worry about me tonight. I want you both to cum.”

Freezing completely, the man in your arms tilted back so his gaze could meet yours.

“Honey, what do you think helps get us there? We like making you fall apart.”

“That’s an understatement.”, Eddie adds making Steve chuckle.

“It fucking drives me crazy feeling your soft hands and nails drag along my skin.”, he whispers, gradually pumping into you again as his palms cling to your hips. “Those tiny whimpers you make when I hit that spot inside of you right there.”

Between his last couple of words, he thrust into you roughly making your toes curl against him.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Cum for me. Cum for Daddy.”

Going back his original rhythm, you nuzzled your face into his shoulder, muffling your moans as you did what he asked.

“Fuck, Y/N. The way your pussy grips me when you cum.” Placing his hand on the back of your head and his other arm wrapped around your back, he presses you to him while chasing his high. Steve’s heavy pants warm your ear and both of you groan as he fills you up.

Releasing you from his hold, he leans back to tenderly kiss your lips before backing away so Eddie could take his place. After light heartedly giggling through his teeth, he grabs a napkin off the counter and dabs at your forehead.

“So sweaty.”

“Aren’t you about to make me sweatier?”, you tease.

Grinning, he takes you in his arms and carries you into the living room where he playfully tosses you down on the sofa where he lifts off your dress.

“Wait.”, you plead as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “Leave it on like he did. It’s…kind of hot…makes me feel…small. In a good way!”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

As he takes a seat on the couch, he pulls down his pants and boxers enough to free his cock before motioning for you to come sit on his lap. After positioning you with your back against his chest and placing your legs on either side of his own, Eddie takes hold of his length as you lift your hips slightly and slide down onto him.

“Oh my god.”

“Atta girl, princess. Fuck. So fucking wet and warm.”, he murmurs in your ear as your head leans against his shoulder.

Ring lined fingers dig into your thighs as your roll your lower body slowly, enjoying the feeling of his cock stretching your walls and rubbing your g-spot just so.

“Ride my dick, sweetheart. Make yourself cum.”

Tilting forward, you balance your hands on his knees as you bounce on his lap.

“Yes. You feel so good, Sir.”

“You know, Y/N, I love watching you come undone to. The way your body moves and trembles. The way you moan my name or title. How your pussy trenches my cock. Shit, baby.”

Tugging your hair, he yanks you against him again as he brings his fingers around to massage your clit.

“FUCK! Please, Sir, please.”, you beg.

As your orgasm washes over you, his digits move faster as he roughly thrusts up into you to elongate your high. Falling limply against him, Eddie holds you to him until his rhythm starts to falter and you feel his spend warm your insides.

While he tries to catch his breath, your lips lazily trail along his jaw line till he turns to meet your mouth with his own.

Lost in your bliss, you allow them to carry you to your bathroom and take care of you. As you stood in the shower your arms remained around them as they cleaned you and placed soft kisses along your skin.

“Thank you for always listening and taking care of me. Even before we got together you guys have always been good friends to me.”

After changing your clothes and placing you under the covers in your bed, they climb in on either side of you and take you in their arms.

“You’re welcome. I don’t know about Stevie but I wish I had told you earlier how I felt about you…could have saved you from a lot of heartache.”, Eddie sighs.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t like me the same way and I’d lose you. That’s why I never said anything but, yeah, I wish I had said something sooner. I remember once you told us you thought you didn’t deserve to be happy and that just killed me. I thought ‘we could make her happy.’”

“You do…both of you…you always have. I know we can’t go back in time but I have you now and that’s all I care about. For the past view months, I’ve actually felt the safest I’ve ever been. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally. I can be open with your guys about anything and I know you still love me. I hope you know you can do that same with me. I’m always here for you no matter what.”

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pablitogavii · 6 months

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Can you please do after care where gavi was a little bit too rough on the reader but after he takes care of her<333

Ilysm

His turn

You woke up with unimaginable sores from your hips all the way down your legs. Last night was certainly something else, but it left you a lot less capable to properly do something today.

"Mierda!" you groaned trying to move your legs that ached and Pablo stirred waking up himself and smirking towards your gorgeous face.

"Good morning, nena.." his morning voice was you sure kryptonite as you felt goosebump's moving down your spine and your cheeks turn a bright tint of pink. No matter how many times you sleep with Pablo, you will always get nervous around him like this..you can't help yourself!!

"Morning Pablito.." you fake a smile moving closer and touching his face while his eyes closed once more as he puckered his lips waiting for a kiss you happily obliged.

"Hmm..you get me for another day nena. You ready for our second date??" he said and you felt horrible that you really just wanted to stay in bed and recover so you faked being alright like usual.

"Umm..s..sure..what do you want to do??" you asked praying he says just being lazy at home but you knew Pablo isn't the guy to stay in one place for long. He needs to be in constant movement, that's why he's such a good footballer.

"We can walk around that park you like so much? Maybe get some ice cream?" he said but all that you heard is 'walking' which you knew would be a mission impossible in your current case. But you were too embarrassed to tell him anything :/

Just imagine..sorry Pablo, but you fucked me so good last night that I can't stand up right now..yeah you were too shy to say that!!

"Umm..w..walking..with this weather??" you quickly changed the subject from the real reason you dreaded getting out of this bed right now.

"It's not too cold, besides I am always the one who is freezing" he chuckled tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and noticed your face dropping as if you were unsure of how to tell him something important. He knew you too well to let this go..

"Is something wrong, nena??" he asked raising up your chin as you gulped knowing that you had to be honest when he was looking at you like that..not to mention that there is no way you can get out of this bed today!!

"Um..can we just stay in bed all day porfavor??" you ask shyly trying to avoid the reason and Pablo smiled snaking his strong arm around your waist and starting to kiss your neck passionately..yeah he definitely didn't get it!!

"I thought I really treated you last night..but if you're in the mood then I'd be happy to oblige" he smirked into your skin but you pulled away shaking your head making the boy utterly confused right now.

"Umm..it's not that..you did treat me last night..maybe a little too much..and I..can't.." you were trying to go around it but Pablo was getting only more and more confused.

"I can't feel my legs Pablo!" you spat it out finally making him chuckle and nods his head before moving back and kissing your lips lovingly.

"Aww my poor bomboncita..was I too rough with you last night amorcito??" he asked caressing your blushed cheek and you nodded moving closer to him and hiding your face into his chest.

"I liked it..a lot..but right now everything hurts Pablitoo.." you whine and he nods kissing the top of your head before pulling away to look down into your eyes.

"I'm sorry mi amor.." he said feeling bad to ever bring you pain even though it's a sweet kind of pain.

"It's alright, amor..I really enjoyed it last night..I just need a recovery session today" you say relating it to his football which made him chuckle and pull you closer kissing the top of your head.

"Hmm..for this recovery session, I promise breakfast rico..then a warm bath..then maybe a massage??" he spoke looking down at you to check if you agreed and you just smiled nodding your head at him.

"And cuddles!! Lot's of cuddles, amor.." you say and he nod holding you tight and running his hand through your hair combing it a little and massaging your scalp as a result.

"I'm gonna take good care of you amorcito mio.." he said and after a few minutes of cuddling you, he gave you your phone while leaving to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

When he came back, your stomach was growling already and your phone was long forgotten. He chuckled putting it on the bed before grabbing a toast and bringing it close to your mouth as you bit it with a smile.

"Mm..you should also eat something amor" you said but he sushed you with a kiss smiling when he saw your cheeks blushing. He loved how shy you get whenever he is intimate with you.

"Shh it's my turn amorcito..just eat and I'll get the bath ready" he said getting up and walking to the bathroom to get everything ready.

"Lista princesa??" he said and when you nodded before you could try to get up his arms were already underneath your thighs as he carried you towards the bathroom bridal style.

"I could have tried to walk amor.." you said when he made you sit inside the warm water that felt amazing!!

"You just can't relax and let someone take care of you??" he said and you chuckled while he kissed the top of your head.

"Te amo Pablitoo.." you said and he smiled nodding his head and giving you your favorite book.

"Yo te amo muchisimo mi amor..I will be back when your surprise is ready, bueno? Just relax.." he said and you smiled nodding your head and enjoying some reading while he ran to the nearby florist to grab your favorite bouquet of white orchids.

"Do you want to write something??" girl asked and Pablo was unsure of what to say especially in his messy handwriting. He nodded trying to sound poetic but ended up writing

"To his princesa from her Gavi❤️"

"Amorcito..estas lista??" he said helping you out and dressing you up in his favorite big hoodie and some sweatpants.

"I look like a boy!"you said looking at the mirror at his giant clothes covering both your feet and hands.

"Hm..you're sexy in my clothes preciosa" he said kissing your neck and making you giggle and ask for your surprise.

"Eager, aren't you??" he teased grabbing your hand as you both walked to the kitchen where the bouquet was laid on the table making you gasp and rush to look at it.

"Amor!! It's so beautiful!!" you said realizing the little not stuck on the edge. You knew your boy wasn't much of the writer but even that one sentence meant so much!!

He snuck his arms around you and hid his face int he crook on your neck while you held the card to your chest. You were even tearing up while he left soft kisses all over your skin.

"I'm so sorry I was too rough on you amor.." he said and you turned around in his arms hugging him tightly and leaving small kisses all over his neck.

"Hmm shut up and baby me Gavii!!" you said and he smirked grabbing your thighs and carrying you to the bed for cuddles for the rest of the day.

y.n.bebe

AMORCITOO MIOO @pablogavi

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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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Would you be able to write a blurb with Charles or lando with reader going through it with postpartum? Feeling down and sore maybe recovering after a c section or like issues w breastfeeding. You always write them so well and I need more to tame my baby fever

Note: this can also be considered a sneak peek of a big piece request I have coming up 🤍 also, thank you for taking the time to leave the compliment, it truly makes my day ✨️

Cw: breastfeeding, c-section, post partum, scarring, low mood, self-doubt

"Love, can you fill this bottle again, please?", you asked Lando so you could drink water while you fed Fraser, "it's supposed to help with healing and milk production and health stuff", you gestured.

Chuckling at your words, Lando went to the kitchen to fill it and brought it back, straw ready for you to drink from.

"He's getting bigger, don't you think?", Lando said, sitting next to you on the sofa and kissing your naked shoulder, "you're doing such a good job, baby, I love you", he whispered.

"Just doing what needs to be done", you shrugged your shoulders. It had been a whole rollercoaster with Fraser and you were just grateful that you were home with your family, safe and sound. The rest, you were taking day by day.

"You've been amazing, beautiful. I don't know how to thank you for how much you do for him, for our family", he said as he squeezed your arm reassuringly, "I know it can be hard to believe, but I'm telling the truth. Matilda kept telling her friends that mummy is her hero when I dropped her off", he smiled.

Having surgery, not being able to hold your baby straight away and all of the complications that arose stretched you to the furthest of your physical and emotional abilities, trying to make sure everything was right and doing well, but it was exhausting you.

After feeding and burping Fraser, he was also put in the tiny bedside cot, making you take advantage of the fact that you were up to get your nightitme routine down. After your shower, you rubbed moisturiser on the skin, grabbing the ointment to put on your scar. You wouldn't trade it for the world, your baby boy was brought earthside from there, but the pain and sensitivity were still heightened despite the medications you were taking.

"Baby, is everything alright in there?", Lando said as he opened the door slightly, not missing your rushed movements to pull your nightgown down, "yes, just need to brush my teeth", you attempted a smile.

"I want to take care of you tonight, if you'll allow me", Lando said as he kissed the nape of your neck once you sat on the bed next to him.

"Lando, I don't- we can't-", you attempted, tears falling from your eyes the minute you felt his hands on the side of your boobs.

"Baby, Y/N, darling, I'm not doing anything you don't want to, but I'd like you to relax for a little bit", he encouraged, kissing away your tears, "I hate seeing you like this and I wish I could take this pain away from you", he muttered.

Taking a deep breath, you fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist before you seeked the comfort of his hand in yours, lacing your fingers as you traced his wedding band, "I've been feeling... a lot of things", you started softly, your husband not pressuring you to speak and accepting your touch, "I feel like we're out of the woods - finally - but then it still hurts and I can't do all the things I want and it sucks", you said as tears welled up again,

"Baby, that little boy loves you so much. You're his mummy, and it is because you're so attentive to him that you can't do him wrong. Matilda, who was the biggest daddy's girl I have ever met, doesn't even care about me anymore", he joked, "she's always like, 'yes,b but mummy did this and that and so on', and you know I can't argue with her because she's right! She's in awe of you and you're the best example for her", he kissed your forehead.

"I just feel like I'm slower than everyone else else and that I'm not coming back as quick, and I'm not on top of all of it already", you groaned, "he just learned to latch properly this week - and it's not his fault because he's so clever already -, and then I look at his handsome face and there's this rush of love", you shook your head, "it's so much, all at once".

"It's normal, gorgeous. And you're taking it like a champ, I'm so proud of you for that. I love you for that and so much more", he said earnestly, "you're the best mummy - me, Fraser and Matilda all agree", he smiled, pulling you to rest against his chest and rubbing your arm.

"Tilly's really said that?", you chuckled, "I think it was more like 'mummy was able to feed Fraser and help me with my homework at the same time. Why are you struggling so much?', but, you know, maybe I'm just reading too much into it, you know?", he shrugged his shoulders, happy to see you smile genuinely and calmly.

(Thank you for submitting an ask ✨️)

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sparrowrye · 2 months

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, part 16

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes. Though it looks like we have a couple secrets of our own.

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Part 16: purgatory

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Everything was sore. I had a bandage over my one eye and around my neck. Sitting up took so much effort and strain. I stared up at the ceiling, at the very least taking comfort in the warm, soft sheets. I easily remembered the feeling of sleeping on cold floors or in stuffy attics.

I slept through the day until Husker brought food for me. He helped me sit up so I could eat but that was as much as I could manage. He put pillows behind my head so I was still sitting upright a little. Everything I did was painstakingly slow.

After I had finished, and was left alone to read, Alastor came in. He barely knocked before walking in without my reply. I watched him sit himself in the chair Husker had been in a moment earlier.

"Well, you sure made a name for yourself," his voice was chipper. I said nothing and looked down at my book. I had no interest in reading but it meant I could look at anything other than him. His chipper voice fell. "What were you hoping to accomplish?"

I was silent for a long while. I hoped if I didn't say anything than he would leave. Instead, his eyes were glued on me as he waited for a response.

"To stop the ring fights." My voice cracked.

"You do realize the rings picked up a week after you?" I glanced at him. "Oh sure you saved a lot of them but most ended up back in the rings when the orphanages were too overrun with children."

I closed the book and took a long, deep sigh. It hurt my chest to do even that.

"How do you know this?" I asked.

"I have my ways, as does Husker." Silence hung in the air for a long minute. His eyes narrowed and his voice deepened. "Do you comprehend the situation you put us in?"

"What was your point in coming up here?" I snapped. "If it was to make me apologize then sure, I'm sorry for losing and I'm sorry that everyone knows we're soulmates now. They were going to figure it out eventually."

"Of course they were," he agreed, "but not for at least a hundred years. We'll have to work faster with your magic, now."

"I'm done with your lessons! I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be your soulmate, never wanted to be trapped in this house, never wanted to discover I was a Demon, and I never wanted to have to learn all this magic. There's too much of it."

"This is all of your own doing, I hope you know." He lifted his foot to rest it on his other knee, cane still sitting in his lap. "Since your training started, you have been adamant about fighting me when it comes to mind magic. It's putting a strain on your mentality.”

"You're not seriously trying to blame me, are you? You torment me every day. You jump at the chance to scare me or hurt me somehow. That's where the strain comes from."

"If you had listened to me and stayed in the house," he continued, seemingly ignoring my last rebuttal, "you wouldn't have gone and made a name for yourself and revealed us as soulmates. Because of this, I'm now obligated to ensure you have the proper defenses for when I'm not present."

"You're not obligated to do anything. They don't know I'm here and I've enough knowledge to defend myself against a Demon."

"Yet you're in this state because you couldn't." He looked me up and down.

"I had twenty Slight mages and ten more Full mages after me. Of course I couldn't defeat them all."

He shrugged and scratched at his microphone. "I managed."

"You're you."

"Regardless," he stood, "everything up to this point has been a direct cause of your own doing. I must make sure you don't die, either from other Demons or from your own mind. Whether either of us like it or not, our fates are tied. As such, I will be doing what I can to ensure we can live for another hundred years. I leave it up to you to decide how you want those hundred years to go."

He faded into the shadows and slithered out of my room.

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The next day I was able to get up. I moved slowly down the hall and out onto the porch. Husker appeared a moment later, silently joining me in his usual spot. It was a cool spring morning. The trees were only beginning to bud and birds could be seen flying to and from them.

My neck and eye were still covered in bandages. I looked down at my hand and let my fingers grow into black claws. I thought I had liked them but now I wasn't so sure. Had I caused more bad than good? Did I ruin things?

"How did he know?" I broke the silence.

"How did he know what?"

"How did he know I was there?"

"It was actually me. I saw the broadcast on my phone."

"Broadcast?" I didn't turn my head very much for fear of it hurting again.

"Vox was broadcasting your whole fight. It's all over the internet now."

I leaned my head back against the chair and let out a strangled sigh. I had messed up big time. Rather than making a good name for myself and saving so many others like me, I was now known as the one person who could rid the Radio Demon from this world. And that I was weak.

"I know what you were trying to do," Husker said, "I know you had good intentions. But..."

"But I lost. I made a gamble and I lost." Tears started to fall down my cheek.

"Not all hope is gone, though.”

"Yeah? How so?" I said sarcastically.

"You held your own for a long time. I watched the whole broadcast last night. You fought against so many people even when you were injured. Some people might be too scared to go after you."

"Yeah, people. But Demons will. I'm no match for them. I barely survived the first few." Husker fell silent. I wiped my tears and carefully turned to look at him. "I'm sorry."

His ear twitched. "What for?"

"For what I said last time we spoke. I didn't mean...to be mean. I know it's not always your choice with how things go."

"You were angry," he shrugged, "reasonably so. And being with Al isn't exactly black and white."

"Still, I shouldn't have used that against you. I'm sorry."

"Thank you," he nodded his head.

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Husker stood behind me as I carefully unwrapped the bandage over my eye. I was relieved to discover I could still see with both eyes, but the feeling was short lived. A large burn mark ran from underneath my jaw to halfway up my cheek. The skin was mauled and pulled in different directions, most of it not yet completely healed. It looked anything but pretty.

"Al was only able to do so much that night," Husker explained, "But I'm sure if you ask he can fix it better this time."

"I'm not asking him for help." I left the room and Husker followed. I went into the kitchen for a glass of water as he grabbed a glass of alcohol. Niffty was running about sweeping and dusting.

"I don't think he would mind if you did. I'm sure he'd love to get rid of the mark on his own face."

I looked out the kitchen window at the sea. I didn't deserve to have a healed face after all the trouble I caused. The only thing that convinced me to heal it was when it wouldn't stop itching and I made myself bleed more.

Alastor made his appearance later that afternoon. He and Husker we're talking in the sitting room when I walked in. It sounded like they were talking about people hunting me.

I waited a few paces from Alastor until he turned around. He stopped mid stride, hands clasped behind his back, and cocked his head to the side. I tried to say something but the words slipped from fingertips. I felt really cold and forced my legs not to shake.

"I'm sorry about the...about the burn mark...can you heal it?" I asked through clenched teeth, eyes averted to the couch. I internally grimaced when I heard him chuckle.

I knew he was going to touch me so it shouldn’t have made me flinch when he did. Our eyes met and I saw the same burn on his face. "I suppose I can." He moved his hand from my neck to my jaw, then up and over my cheek.

I clenched my hands into fists and closed my eyes. I could hear little scratching sounds as my skin pulled and fixed itself. I was starting to get light headed from the pain. When he finally stopped I let out a sigh.

"Looks as if that's all I can manage," he said. His face had a small burn mark from his jaw to halfway up his cheek. It wasn't huge but it wasn't unnoticeable. "Healing speeds up the process, not rid you of the injury."

I reached up to run my fingers across the newly healed skin. The texture over the burn mark felt a little different.

"This is probably a good time to tell you that Lucifer has called a meeting for tomorrow evening."

"Who?"

"The King of Hell," Husker answered for him.

"King of...why does he want to see us?"

"Oh don't look so panic, dear," Alastor chuckled, "Lucifer isn't someone to be afraid of."

"But why does it he want to meet with us?"

"He wants to meet with all of Hell's and Earth's Overlords. I have a feeling he wants to move his agenda forward because of your little escapade."

So now I'm causing even more problems. I looked to Husker who could only shrug. "There's...how many Overlords are there?"

"Quite a few."

The follow evening, I couldn't stop pacing in my room. I tried to fix the world and ended up digging myself deeper into the Demon one. Alastor had told me to attend the meeting in my Demon form, even going as far as to leave an outfit for me to wear. The thought of picking a different outfit crossed my mind but I was far too nervous about meeting who-knows-how-many Overlords and the King of Hell.

The outfit was simple but dark. The black skirt was loose and reached my shins. It was paired with a bright red short sleeve. Well, it was a long-sleeve but they were rolled up around my elbows. I dressed in the outfit in my Human form to avoid the hassle of my horns and claws. When I shifted into a Demon the clothes fit perfectly. My body grew a bit when I was in this form, yet somehow my wings and tail could appear without tearing any of the clothing.

"Stupid magic," I mumbled to myself as I moved my hair around the horns. I went into the bathroom to fix it but froze when I saw my reflection. I looked like a true Demon in the dark clothes and my claws, horns, tail, and teeth showing. I dared to open my wings and felt dread creep into my chest at the sight. I was a being from Hell.

I heard Alastor's shadow crawling through the walls. I quickly fixed my short hair and turned right as he manifested. His eyes looked me up and down and it took everything in me not to get sick. He wore his usual outfit, dark pants and red suite, but it didn't occur to me until then that the outfit he chose for me had been to ensure we would match.

"You look like a proper Demon," he said.

"Is that a compliment?" I asked, walking out of the bathroom.

"You will be silent the whole time unless spoken to," he walked out of the room, ignoring my words once again. I followed him through the house and to the cliffside. "Each Overlord will have their second hand stand behind them and since I'm taking you instead of Husker, I'm sure you won't disappoint me." We stood on the scorched symbol and put an arm around my waist. I crossed my arms and grabbed onto his to keep me steady. My nerves had silenced all my usual remarks.

The ground gave way as we teleported into Hell and right to the King of Hell's front door. The first word that came to mind was palace. I barely had time to really look at it before Alastor lead me through the massive front doors. The foyer was crowded with Demons who all turned their heads when we entered, though never stopping their conversation. I immediately started counting and came to at least eighteen of them.

I felt all kinds of presences around me but none of them touched my shields. They were just there. I could see various bright colors both from their clothes and their magic aura. The rush of different smells was overwhelming and I had to block them out. Everything in me was on edge. Especially since they were all still looking at me. Silence had not yet fallen but at this point I might have preferred that.

"Keep everything still," Alastor said in my ear. I kept my wings tucked tightly and forced my tail to still behind me. I hadn't realized I had been whipping it around. I watched him and put my claws behind my back like he always did. I could do this.

Doors to the side opened, finally drawing everyone's attention away from me. They started to file into the room still in deep conversation. The room was massive and empty save for a long table in the center. There was a balcony on the second floor that wrapped around the entire permitter of the room. Some Demons sat at the table while others stood at a pillar behind them.

"Hey dearie." Rosie put a hand on my shoulder. "You'll be okay."

Alastor left me at one of the pillars and sat down beside Rosie. A woman dressed as vintage as her stood behind her.

"Great! Everyone's here!" someone yelled loudly. Conversations fell silent as a man dressed in all white walked in. He walked down the long table and sat himself at the head of it. His chair was black and red and rather simple. This was the King of Hell.

He made direct eye contact with me. "Let us begin."

#alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #soulmate au #soulmates #reqs open #hazbin hotel husk #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer

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strstab · 1 year

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𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; kie’s fever got to you so jj helps you feel better

pairing ; jjaprilbank x fem!reader

notes ; sick readerrr, bath w jj, besitosssss, body lovin, cuddling, our beloved sock, & tinkerbell 🧚

a/n ; so this was actually meant to be out earlier this morning but then got caught up in a family function.. so sorry abt that. ALSO. i was going to post something tuesday but instead of posting it i accidentally deleted it… so shopping w the girls probably won’t happen 😭

after a sleep over at kie’s last weekend, you’ve felt yourself feeling more like shit by the day. on wednesday you were coughing up a storm and now you couldn’t feel your throat or stop sneezing.

you called off of work right after another restless night. jj was at john b’s and kie was the reason you were sick so you couldn’t hang out with her. you were on your third tinkerbell movie with a pile of tissues next to you.

you tried sleeping the sickness away during the day but even with the large amount drowsiness that was killing you slowly, you kept waking up with the same sore throat that wouldn’t seem to disappear. it had been like that since you were feeling symptoms so now you’ve been sleeping like 4 hours a night. or day.

you blew your nose into the tissue and then threw it into the pile. you felt soft fur rub against your neck which meant your cat had joined you in bed.

“sock, please help me. don’t you have powers to make your dear old mom feel better?” you whined just for your cat to give you a blank stare. you huffed and sat up, stretching your arms. you hadn’t gone up to do anything since the second movie started.

you dragged your feet all the way to the kitchen, grabbing a banana off the counter and peeling it open. you took a big bite as you searched the fridge for something else to munch on. there wasn’t much in it. the last person who did groceries was jj. the only things he usually brought home were beer, hot pockets, cookies, an 8th of weed (which he definitely picked it up from his dealer on aisle 10), and cat food. all of which only lasted a week in your house.

you found a cup of strawberry yogurt and decided to diy your brunch. you grabbed a bowl and poured the yogurt into it, then cutting up the banana you got from the counter and placing the bits into the bowl. ‘what a chef i am’ you thought.

you ate your ‘meal’ over the counter while scrolling through instagram. you were watching an interview from a netflix show when you felt strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you into their hold. you squealed and looked above to see blonde hair making it’s way to your neck.

wet kisses were placed all over your soft spot. “baby, i’m sickk” you whined pulling away from him.

“i know. and?” he pulled you back, this time holding you tighter.

“i don’t wanna get you sick,” you sniffle and he shrugs. guess getting sick wasn’t a big deal for him. but to be honest, he’s always had a strong immune system.

you were conversing about each other’s day, yours sounding quite boring. he was ranting about how john b wouldn’t let him redecorate the cats ass and how pope smacked the shit out of him while waxing his board.

your responses were short. your throat hurt too much to be talking a lot, so did your stomach to be honest. everything ached. you hopped up from your seat on top of the counter and went to get a bottle of pills. jj watched as you took two pills in your hand and swallowed them with a small cup of water. “what hurts mama?”

“more like what doesn’t hurt.” you sarcastically answered. he stared at you for a minute before smiling and picking you up bridal style. “jj what the hell?!”

your feet were kicking air and your arms wrapped themselves around jj’s shoulders, holding on for dear life. his hand was supporting your back as he made his way to your bedroom.

he placed a kiss on your lips and sat you on the edge of the bed. “did you get any sleep last night?” he asked rubbing the eye bags that were forming below.

you shook your head as he peeped the pile of tissues that sat next to your laptop. “stay right here i’ll be back okay?”

“i mean.. where else would i go” you grumbled as he ran off to the bathroom.

you sat there on your phone, continuously sniffling while he did his thing in the bathroom. quickly after, he ran back out to you and picked you up swiftly, dropping your phone on your bed.

you laughed out loud (lol😜😜😜) as he brought you to the sink in your candle lit bathroom. he stripped you of your clothes, eyes taking in your body that was perfect in every way.

you felt your face heat up when you noticed him, arms quickly trying to cover yourself. “stop staring.”

he chuckled and kissed your lips softly. “just appreciating what’s mine, princess,” he murmured.

you let out a sound of annoyance. “c’mon baby, you know you’re prefect.” he picked you up and placed you in the tub. your muscles immediately relaxed as the heated water touched your skin.

“too hot? cold?”

“‘s perfect, j.” you smiled at his thoughtfulness. he really didn’t have to do this, but it made you happy knowing he cared enough to do so.

everything about the room right now was just calming.

you inhaled the steam and aroma from the cookie scented candle that followed it. as jj massaged your back with soap you let out a hum of pleasure. he peppered kisses on your shoulder and upper back while you relaxed in the water. “mmm, i could fall asleep right now,”

“yeah? seeing how tired you’ve been it seems like you could fall asleep anywhere.”

after your bath you guys cuddled up in bed. his request obv. you protested because you didn’t wanna get him sick but he still didn’t care. he went on a rant while drying you up about how all he wanted to do was be close to you.

so now, you laid head on his chest as his fingers were tangled in your hair. there was still a pinch of guilt in you for having him this close knowing you could get him sick but you couldn’t deny the fact that this felt amazing.

tinkerbell played on the tv instead of the laptop but you weren’t even watching either way. your eyes were half lidded as sleep tried taking you over. you tried fighting it, wanting to appreciate the time you were spending with your boyfriend, but it was winning by a lot.

even though all you were doing was watching a movie in comforting silence, it still meant something to you. so, you wanted to be up for it.

he moved his hand to the side of your thigh and rubbed his thumb against it. “you’re falling asleep on me, love.”

there was no response from you but your eyes were still half open. he patted your side and you perked up. “sorry, what’d you say?”

you felt jj’s chest abruptly shake as he giggled above so you got up fully to look at him. “what’s funny?”

“nothing. just how cute you look half asleep.” he smiled and pushed your head back down to his chest. “jus get rest babe. you need it.”

you buried your face in his hoodie and dozed off while his thumb caressed you softly. maybe all you need was your boyfriend with you to get the rest of a lifetime.

yeah yeahhhh ooohhhhaahahshiegsksba

hey yall. hope u enjoyed thatttt. so if you read my a/n you’d know this was meant to be up earlier this day. (april 1st) but i got caught up in a family reunion kinda thing so yeah..

also i had shopping with the girls (cleo, kie and sarah) in my drafts but i accidentally deleted it bc my fingers tend to touch before reading what it’s going to touch… so yeah that’s gone. -(edit) i tried editing my notes and ALMOST deleted this post too…

y’all know my requests are always open so feel free to request!! or just talk to meee. entertain me guys i’ve been bored

but anyways… i’m cuddling with my cat so i’ll catch you guys laterrrr.

#jj maybank fluff #fluff #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #kissing #obx jj #jj maybank x reader #i love him #strstab

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greyskyflowers · 1 year

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I like to think the Marines must have collectively smacked their heads off their desks when Ace joined whitebeard.

Like, this kid, the kid, the one with the thing that only a few people know, yeah that kid...

Was already a huge, flaming pain in the ass and now is apparently part of Whitebeards family.

What.

All of the sudden he's a whole new person. He calls Whitebeard pops and calls the crew family. They call him brother and commander and Ace and ours with possessive eyes because Whitebeard is no fool. He knows and while he doesn't tell them the details, he tells his family that they'd take Ace from them. Would take their brother away and leave his blood on their hands and his screams in their ears.

And that's a hard no. That's where people fuck up with them.

And maybe Ace gets dragged to Marineford still. But this time they don't plan on just getting him out.

They shake the earth.

Marco ripping through people as easily as he'd rip through earth and stone for Ace. Talons shining like the swords Vista swings and the way light shines off diamonds.

I just think of Ace with his head hanging and hunger a beast in his belly that howls at him. Wrists tacky with blood dried like tar and bones sore from the cold stone. How everything hurts and it's been so long since something hurt this much. How he draws his knees up the best he can to rest his head on them, a respite for his aching neck.

The walls around him shaking and dropping dust around him. He doesn't know what's going on but it doesn't really matter. He wonders if they'll bring the whole place down just to make sure he dies in the dark where he belongs.

And how solitary his cell is. How it's dark and quiet and something inside him feels the same way. It curls up under this skin and he thinks he'd give anything to sleep.

The door slamming open to the sounds of the chaos beyond and Ace snapping his head up to squint at them. His family.

They pull him up with careful hands, someone breaks the chains and blue feathers flick aways the pain like it does the old blood.

He doesn't notice them eyeing it all. The dark room, the weight lost, the shivers, the way he clings to whoever is closest.

They bring it down.

And they wipe the dust from the destruction off their brother's face with love.

🏴‍☠️🔥🏴‍☠️🔥🏴‍☠️🔥

Cleaning out my drafts and this has been in there for awhile. Not exactly what I wanted but I'd rather share part of it than just delete it. Weeeeeeee

#one piece #portgas d ace #whitebeard pirates #marco the phoenix #marace #marcoace #whitebeard crew #i just like to think the whitebeard crew was viciously protective of each other #it makes my heart happy #setting sail with greyskyflowers

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axcel-lucci · 1 year

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Something I thought of.

Law x reader

(Y/n) opened her eyes to be greeted by the lovely face of her husband.

Trafalgar Law, the captain and main doctor of the heart pirates, her husband of 2 years, sleeping soundly right beside her after a night of sweet, sweet, passion...

The sun's rays had shone through the window and caressed his body.

His dark inked hair that's very messy of bed hair, his closed eyes with eyebags under them, his broad shoulders, muscled tattooed chest, arms, and hand.

She admired everything about him and was into a daze until he groaned and rubbed his eyes before gliding his glance over to (y/n), staring at him with a soft smile.

"What?" He asked in a soft amused tone, he soon turned over and pulled her closer by the waist and bury his face on her chest

"Hmm? Nothing... Is it bad staring at my husband...?" She huffed but hugged him closer as he chuckled and kissed her chest

"Nothing's wrong... Just a little unusual for you to wake up earlier than me." He chuckled when you gasped dramatically and pretended to be hurt

"Well then-" she huffed, "I'm not the one who lost all control last night and went insane on me. I'm sorry" she acted hurt making him laugh.

"I know... I know" he hummed and climbed up to kiss her lips, "are you alright? Feeling sore... Anywhere?"

"I'm alright... It's not the first time you went insane." She smiled and placed her forehead against his

"Yeah... Our honeymoon..." He muttered shamelessly, "I still remember it... You wearing that night gown and I couldn't stop myself..." He grinned and started kissing her lips then trailing down to her neck as she hummed, "your scent... Your voice... Everything about you was... Enchanting... Not that you aren't right now..." He chuckled when he heard your whine as he bit into your sweet spot

"Law... Don't narrate it like that..." She blushed embarrassingly

"Why not? You were the prettiest, most beautiful, and very sexy... Until now, actually." He happily narrated before feeling his blood boil and tackle her until her back was pressed against the mattress, "and I want to see that again..." He bit his lip and undressed her with his eyes.

The way his hoodie hugged her form loosely and generously.

Especially her chest and his favourite part was exposed, her thighs.

Contrary to popular belief on the debate whether he likes ass or tits, or even both; law LOVES thighs. Especially the juicy ones.

He doesn't care whether his partner is chubby or not. He doesn't care whatever their color could've been. As long as his partner loves him and he loves him back.

Also... Juicy as fuck thighs.

He doesn't know himself why but... There's something about her thighs that were different...

The way they jiggle, the look of her plush thighs, and the way they felt like warm pillows in his hands or under his head when he uses them as pillows.

(Even if it was against her will that she was kept in their shared room just to feel him use her thighs as pillows, even going as far as using one of her legs as his body pillow. But she doesn't mind, he rarely rests... So... It was easily forgivable)

He didn't realize he was staring at her thighs with so much want and need that (y/n) had rolled her eyes and placed his own hands on them; specifically, the plush part.

He gasped and blushed darkly, but responded immediately by squeezing them making her moan softly.

He can feel his own hardness press against the boxers he wore.

"You..." He groaned but kissed her hungrily.

She moaned and felt his hands run up and under the hoodie before gasping when his hands gripped her chest.

Maybe he was kind of an ass and boobs person.

He chuckled but proceeded to kiss and make out with her as his own hands fumbled with her body underneath the hoodie.

"I... LOVE you so much" he smiled lightly

"I love you too..." She answered in a soft whisper

Law soon had enough and shifted himself to be on top of her and slipped the hoodie off.

"Law..." She mumbled when she felt him basically groping her with his eyes.

Her chest exposed and her white panties were dripping wet with arousal.

He soon smirked with a chuckle, "looks like you're in a bit of a pickled here." He teased as he pulled on the panties before letting it slap back into her hips making her whine

"Law. I need you..."

"Heh." He huffed with a big grin, "if you insist."

He soon took his own clothes off which is just his boxers of sorts. He then took off her dripping wet panties and threw it somewhere.

"Truth be told." He whispered in a raspy voice in her ear, "I want babies."

"You... You do?" (Y/n) could feel herself blush furiously as law chuckled

"Yeah. Looks of them. Maybe five."

"Five?!"

"Just kidding... I know giving birth and carrying one is hard. Maybe two...?" He asked with a sweet expression making her sigh and look away all embarrassed

"Fine... I guess I just thought of us having children..." She mumbled to herself and looked back at him with a smile, "i think you'd be a great father."

He smiled and kissed her, "you'd be a great mother, too."

Soon enough, the room was filled with mewls, moans, and groans from the two.

It was evident to whoever walked past the room at that moment that the two were having a... Wonderful. Time.

Even Shachi passed out from a nosebleed.

....

A few days had past, (y/n) woke up with law cuddled up next to her.

Then she felt it.

Morning sickness.

She jumped from the bed, startling law, and rushed over to the bathroom to throw up whatever shit was in her stomach.

Law soon came over with concern and worry, rubbing her back and holding up her hair for her.

Once she had finished, law hands her a glass of water after wiping her mouth.

"How are you feeling...?" He asked in an audible whisper.

"I feel dizzy..." She grumbled

"Come, I'll give you a checkup." He smiled as she sighed and followed him over.

After a few tests, law sighed to himself, filled with joy.

"What... What is it...?" (Y/n) asked, it was unusual for law to be... This excited to tell her something

"(Y/n)... You remember when I said I wanted babies...?" He started off, she was still confused but gasped when she caught on, "you're pregnant, (y/n)! Oh... I can't wait what gender the baby is...!"

She laughed softly and kissed him deeply, "either way... I think we'd be great parents."

He nodded but then started going on and on about pregnancy things. The vitamins, diapers, crib... Baby clothes even...

It just made (y/n) smile softly, listening to him rant about babies, their development, and how excited he is to find out the gender.

To him, it was like another adventure... He doesn't get too excited often but when he does, it's an adventure he really would love.

But a few months later, when law was conducting an ultrasound on (y/n), he found out the genders and something else.

"(Y/n)" he called happily while looking at the screen

"Yeah...?" She called, still kind of tired since he woke her up from a nap.

"Look"

She looked at the screen and noticed that not one, but two babies were growing inside her belly. "Twins?!"

"Yes!" He happily jumped, "and it's a boy as well as a girl! Fuck yes!"

Law was more excited than (y/n) which shows a lot.

He was really excited on being a father...

Really...

Even the crew made a joke how he hates children but wants to have a baby.

(Y/n) was just sure he's going to make "you eat for three people now" food recipes for the chef to make you, going to shop for baby stuff now knowing what gender they are, and reading dad jokes that he already finds hilarious

"What should we name them...?" He asked later that night while cuddling next to (y/n) since he can't cuddle her closer due to the baby bump.

"I was thinking... Isla for the girl..." She hummed as law nodded.

"Can we name the boy Lucian?" He asked

"Hmm...? Trafalgar Lucian... Sounds wonderful!"

He smiled, "how did you think of Isla?"

"Hmm... Oh... It's just a little thing I thought of... Trafalgar Isla... Doesn't that sound great?"

He chuckled and pressed a kiss on her temple, "you're right. Well... We should sleep now. You need some rest, the babies too. Goodnight Isla and Lucian~" he cooed, kissing the bump, "and goodnight mommy (y/n)" he smiled and kissed her

"Goodnight, daddy Law" she winked making him laugh and close the lights.

#random #night thoughts #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x y/n #one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #one piece trafalgar law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar d law #law smut #law x you #trafalgar law x reader smut #trafalgardwaterlaw #tragalgar law

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 8 months

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Ongg your writing is 10/10!!!! Like I would die for you and everything you write!! Also, if it sparks you with creativity and you want to write it, could I request a little something for Astarion? I would love to have an ascended astarion react to tav trying to run away from him and getting caught in the act?

Aaaaaa thank you so much!!! ;3; glad you like it!!

Also loveee this idea!!

Rated: M

Taglist: @ghostinvenus

Warning: power imbalance

This was bound to happen, Astarion had always known one day his little love would try to escape. He doesn't understand why, given the world outside of paradise he has made Baldur's Gate into (from the shadows).

You should be grateful he found you before something horrible happened.

"Darling, now why would you do something so," The smile fades as he hisses out the final word, "Stupid?" His hand has a fierce hold on your neck, his nails digging into your skin, those red eyes full of anger and sadness.

You cannot react nor move, only endure as he tosses you to the floor of the abandoned cabin he found you in.

"Why!? If you wanted to go outside of Baldur's Gate I would have planned our vacation, darling. But instead, you run away!" You only are released from his mental command because he wants you to… Beg.

"You don't even see it," You stay on the floor sitting up holding your sore neck, "Becoming the monster you killed."

The roar of frustration makes you flinch, cowering in fear as he is ready to unleash; yet, you feel nothing. Though he never hurts, well, not without being during hurt sex; you fear him as you feared your master.

He once broke your ankle when you ran from him… Made sure it hurt and never healed properly…

Strangely being kidnapped by the Mind Flyers provided a tool to fix the damage.

"My love," You crawl back as he goes on his knees with both hands reaching out to what he treasures so dearly, "Treasure." The whimper, the fear, fuels his actions as he corners against a wall. "Eternity. We vowed to be together until the sun melts from the skies." His voice with a playful purr, his fingers dancing up a leg, "That is a vow you cannot run from— From me."

You close your eyes as you hear the whisper of his command.

Surrender.

"Let me in, (Name)." Closer, his warm twisted breath on your lips, "I know you want to go adventuring again. We will soon be patient."

When you gasp as his thoughts force themselves into your mind, slicing each mental barrier like a hot knife through butter, his lips claim yours.

Only gone for a few hours and feasts on you as if you were gone for weeks.

"Astarion."

"No, no, hush now, dear."

You obey.

He takes you, defiles you with his taint, binding you once more. Long ago it felt sacred to feed on one another, to share blood and flesh with one another. Now, his love— Or what he thinks is love— for you has turned to obsession and possession.

'I did not realize how long eternity is.'

#reader insert #fanfiction #anon ask #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction

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My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 11

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When I woke up, it took me a while to realize where I was. That I wasn't on my bed, that it was Rúben's, and that he should be sleeping next to me, his big arm around me. But he wasn't. If he had left for the hospital without telling me...

As I left the room, ready to go looking for him, I heard noise in the kitchen, so I went there.

"Good morning" I said.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty" he replied. He wasn't wearing the small pajamas anymore, just a plain white t-shirt and some grey joggers that made his bum look perfect, just like the peach emoji. And he was smiling.

"Did the hospital call?"

"They did. The surgery was a success, and even though now Ivan will have to work really hard, he'll recover."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" I said, running towards him and throwing my arms around his neck, hugging him. "I told you everything would be alright."

"You did" he said, hugging me back. "Thank you."

We stayed like that for a while, neither of us saying a word until the toaster startled us both.

"I hope you like toasts for breakfast" Rúben chuckled.

"That actually is what I have for breakfast. And some fruit."

"Then you've come to the right house. C'mon, when they are cold they don't taste the same" he said with a quick kiss before letting me go. "And oh, Lucy texted. She asked if you were with me."

"What did you tell her?"

"That you had spent the night here and that you would explain everything later."

"If she lets me" I sighed, sitting down.

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"I want all the details. Now." Lucy said the moment I walked into our apartment. "Was it good? How many times? How long? Is it big? It has to be big."

"Lucy!"

"What? Those are very important questions! Though to be honest, if he knows how to use it, it doesn't matter if..."

"Lucy, nothing happened."

"Yeah, sure" she snorted, following me into my room. "Are you telling me that you disappeared with Rúben, slept in his house, and nothing happened?"

"Yes, exactly that."

"Liar."

"We went to the hospital."

"What?"

"His brother was in a car accident, that's why we left."

"Oh dear. Is he ok?"

"His leg is broken in a few places, but they called this morning and said that the surgery was a success and he will recover."

"Thank God" she said, sitting down on my bed. "Wait, are you leaving again?"

"You don't mind, do you? Rúben is going back to the hospital and I don't want him to be alone."

"No, of course not. Go. Julia and I will be fine, she's still sleeping."

"Thank you" I said, disappearing into my bathroom to get changed.

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"You didn't have to come."

"I know. But I wanted to."

"Thank you" Rúben said, kissing my hand. Once again, he hadn't let go of it since we had left the car.

"Oh, Mr. Dias" the doctor said when we arrived at the floor where Ivan's room was. "We were just checking on your brother."

"How is he doing?"

"Good. Tired and sore, but good. Let me introduce you to Dr. Newton. She is the one who performed your brother's surgery."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am. And thank you very much" Rúben said, letting go of my hand to shake hers.

"Just doing my job" she replied.

"Can we go in and see him?"

"Yes, of course. He's been asking for you, though he is a bit afraid you may be mad at him and act like the big brother despite being the younger one" Dr. Newton smiled.

"I have someone to keep me in check, don't worry" he said, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer to him. Both doctors were now looking at me, and I could feel my face getting warmer and warmer by the second.

"Oh, you came!" Ivan said as we walked into his room. "And you brought company."

"Hello to you too" Rúben said to his brother. "How are you feeling?"

"Peachy" Ivan said, trying to smile. Though even that seemed to hurt. "Is she... Her?"

"Yes."

"Are you dating then?"

"We are just friends."

"With benefits?"

"Just friends, Ivan" Rúben said, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. Was he... Blushing? I knew I was, though I had been since we met with the doctors.

"Yes, sure. Whatever you say. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too" I smiled.

"You can tell me if you've fucked her, you know? I’m your brother" Ivan whispered in Portuguese, totally unaware that I was able understand most of what he had said. How did I know the word fuck in Portuguese? Fanfics. Always learning something new.

"She understands Portuguese" Rúben whispered back.

"Oh" Ivan said while looking at me, his eyes wide. "Sorry."

"About what?" I said, acting as if I hadn't heard him.

"Nothing" Rúben quickly added. "Mama and Papa are flying today, so get ready."

"She's gonna be so mad... But it wasn't my fault!"

"She knows. But she's sick worried, so let her take care of you."

"Yeah, yeah..." Ivan said. "Now, tell me more about you. Piano teacher and nanny? Wow.”

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"You didn't have to drive me to the train station, you know?" I said to Rúben. "You probably have enough with training and having Ivan and your parents at home."

"Exactly. Leaving the house to be with you is just perfect."

"But it is pouring with rain and we are stuck in traffic."

"But we are together, aren't we? That already makes it better" he said with a big smile, resting his hand on my thigh. Despite wearing jeans, I could still feel his touch, and my cheeks were showing it. "So, what are the final plans for your Christmas?"

"Stay with my grandparents. Who will show up, is a mystery. And then on Boxing Day we are going to watch Arsenal play. Grandad somehow became friends with Ramsdale's dad and he got us tickets in the VIP area. Not the biggest fan, but at least I'll be warm."

"Why not the biggest fan?"

"Because all the wives and girlfriends are there, and it just feels... Weird."

"Does that mean that for my next game I can't get you tickets there even if you could fit in the wag category?"

"You know what wag means?" I chuckled, totally ignoring everything else he had said. Just thinking about it made my heart start beating like crazy.

"I hear things in the changing room” he shrugged. “The other day I learnt about dilf and milf."

"Any thoughts about it?"

"Not really. You?"

"I don't think I like anyone who is a dilf."

"Not even John? That's how the conversation started, because people called him a dilf."

"Yeah... No."

"Because you like me better. I know" Ruben smirked before focusing on the road again, his hand not leaving my thigh.

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"I can manage, Rúben."

"If I don't help you, you'll end up soaking wet. C'mon" he said, leaving the car and opening his umbrella. A few seconds later, he was by my door. "You hold the umbrella, I'll carry your suitcase."

"Are you also coming to the station with me?"

"I am. I'm not letting you go to London without a proper goodbye kiss."

"What if someone recognizes you and takes a photo?"

"That's why I'm wearing this" he said, pointing at his head. He was wearing a beanie and, of course, looking stupidly handsome.

"But..."

"You don't want me to kiss you? I thought you enjoyed it" he asked with that smirk of his.

"I..."

"That's what I thought. C'mon" he said again, putting an arm over my shoulders and starting to walk towards the train station.

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"Oh, there you are!" grandma said when I walked into her house, giving me a big hug. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too" I replied, hugging her back.

"How was the road?" she asked grandad.

"Not bad considering the weather" he said.

"Was it the same back in Manchester?"

"Worst. We were stuck in traffic for ages."

"Did Lucy drive you?" grandma asked, walking into the leaving room and asking me to sit next to her.

"Yes, she did" I lied.

"So glad you've found a friend like her" she said. "Have you made any other friends? Maybe male friends?"

"Oh, please don't start" grandad said, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not the one who wants to set her up with that blondie."

"Who?" I asked.

"The goalkeeper. Your grandad and his dad want you to meet, they say you are perfect for each other" grandma said.

"Ramsdale and I?"

"He's a nice lad, and your grandma finds him cute."

"But she is the one who has to find him cute, not me. And I actually like his friend a lot better. The one with the tattoos" grandma winked.

"Tiger tits? No way" he laughed.

"Who is tiger tits?" I asked.

"Ben White."

"Oh..." I said.

"Oh? What does that mean? Do you also fancy him like your grandma does?"

"No, I just..." I said, already feeling my cheeks get warm.

"She just has eyes in her face" grandma smirked. "Besides, we are not the ones who tell him I love you when he is playing."

"He's a great defence, alright? Worth the money. But I don't want him as a grandson. What about Saka? Too young?"

And that was the conversation for the rest of the afternoon and part of our night: trying to decide which Arsenal player would be my ideal boyfriend. If only they knew that I already had my eyes on a footballer, but from another team...

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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poppy-metal · 2 years

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aw poppy you got me thinking about eddie in dom drop :(( esp at the beginning of the relationship :(( having to reassure him that you wanted the things he did to you, holding him to your chest as you stroke his hair. telling him how much you love him and how he was so good to you, how good he made you feel :(((

i- yeah 🥺

cw under the cut: dom!drop. eddie being self depricating, reader reassuring him. sweet sweet aftercare. mentions of spanking.

think he might actually cry the first time you guys try impact play :( he feels....so bad, for getting hard. from hurting you. from leaving bruises on your ass. feels so shitty about it and he tries not to, rubs lotion on your sore cheeks and can't stop his eyes from watering at the little whine you let out.

he just...breaks. you hear him sniff and then his hands are running up your spine and hes hiding his face in your neck and whispering. "im sorry. im so fucking sorry."

you blink out of the haze you were in to turn over, ignoring the burn in your ass so you can wrap him up in your arms. take his face in your hands and look at him worriedly, "eddie, baby. why are you apologizing, what's wrong?" thumbs swiping away the tears falling down his ruddy cheeks.

he shakes his head and kisses your wrist. his eyes so big and shiny and wet. "i hurt you. like." he takes a deep shuddering breath, "i left marks. you're gonna be in pain tomorrow- jesus, fuck-"

"eddie." you squeeze his cheeks, all your senses back and pinpointed on him. "you know i wanted this right? like im the one who asked for it?"

he nods once. "yeah, yeah i know that. but. shit. i got-" he swallows and you see his adams apple bob. "i got hard. during."

you would giggle if this wasn't a serious moment. oh, your eddie. your lovely eddie. you lean forward to kiss his nose. sweet and gentle. his lashes flutter at the motion, reverent, like hes soaking in the fact that you still want him.

"im glad you did." you tell him. you card your fingers through his hair and bring his head to your chest, laying on your back and trying not to wince. you don't want to remind him of your aching ass just right now. later. "i really am, eddie. i know this was my thing, but i wanted us to enjoy it together. and you were so good."

his breath hitches, blows out across your nipples. his hair tickles your chin. "really?"

you hum and kiss the top of his head. "really, really. you did everything right. told me the stoplight system. made sure i was okay throughout. made me cum at the end. if i wanted you to stop, i would have safeworded."

you wiggle a little, feeling the sheets on your bare skin. "and the pain....it was good. its still good. I like the fact that im gonna feel it tomorrow. reminds me of you being in control of me. makes me feel like yours. the marks are good too. i like everything about what we did, even the fact that it stings like a bitch. because it was you who did it."

he lifts his head. he looks more calm now. less self depriacting. his curls hang around his face in a halo, framing it. hes chewing his bottom lip, running his teeth over it. "you promise?" you feel his thumbs rubbing circles at your sides, just above the dips in your hips. "you really liked it?"

you smile at him, big and genuine. "i really, really liked it."

he smiles back, a little small and tentative. he leans down and kisses between the crevice of your chest. "would you hate me if i said i wanted to wait awhile before we do anything like that again?" he brings his nose to yours, brushing them, "i believe you and everything, and i- well i think its pretty obvious i enjoyed myself. i just. need to take a minute to wrap my head around that.. part of our dynamic. i wanna do it again when im more......secure about it. If that's okay."

you love him so fucking much your chest wants to burst with it.

you kiss him, sigh happily into his plush mouth when he kisses you back. "sure, eds." you tell him, "take as long as you need." you run your hands down his back, "im happy with anything we do."

he kisses your nose, your lips, your jaw, in quick succession, and then hes sitting up. "i hope you're happy with being spoiled rotten. like. annoyingly so." he pats your hip, "roll back over for me?"

you do, settling on your tummy and sighing when you feel his warm and gentle palms on your sensitive ass again, kneading the globes. you loooooove his habds. "oh, im sooooo mistreated." you say sarcastically, wiggling your butt. "being spoiled, my god, how awful."

you squeal when he pinches your waist. "okay, brat." he says, "m'starting to remember why it was so easy to spank you."

you giggle, hugging a pillow to your chest as eddie goes back to applying the cooling lotion to your enflamed flesh.

his voice is serious again when he says, "i think i like this part the best." he spreads the gel around until it soaks in nicely. "when we do it again....this will always be my favorite part. taking care of you." you feel him press a kiss at the base of your spine. "you're kinda the love of my life. or something."

you smile into the pillow. "me too. or something."

#ask #eddie spaghetti #eddie munson x reader

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grippingbeskar · 1 year

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Hiiiii I read your last Frank Castle fic and if it’s okay I’d like to request a wee something with Frank being observant enough to realize Reader has neck issues and offering to give them a neck massage? You write for our Frank so well and I would really appreciate it thank you in advance 🖤

warnings: references to smut, swearing, reader had a long day at work and that does need a fuckin warning oky

a/n: girl you got the kitty purring with this one. bad neck/back pain girlies rise up. this was such a good request tysm. i legit wrote this in 1/2 hour so if there’s any mistakes forgive me 💞🧎‍♀️

You are finally home. It was one of those days that felt like it would never end. One after the other, problems stacked up that apparently, only you could solve. Walking through the threshold of your apartment, you felt the weight of having to take care of everything physically lift off your shoulders, knowing Frank was waiting for you.

He’s sprawled on the couch, one arm over the back while the rest of him takes up three quarters of the cushions. There’s a spot just under his outstretched arm that you’ve claimed as your own, and you can picture yourself crawling into it as soon as your bags drop off your shoulder and you slam the door shut behind you.

“You’re home late, baby.” Frank walks over to you slowly, and instead of replying you just reach out your arms. He takes the hint, burying you under a crushing hug, and all you want to do is stand here and drown in him. “Long day?”

“The fuckin’ longest.” Your words are muffled with the way your head is tucked under his chin, and he laughs lightly, running his fingers down your spine with a gentleness that makes you shiver.

“You want some food? I made some pasta; chucked yours in the fridge. I’ll heat it up for you.” You sigh and squeeze him tighter. This is what you were talking about. He just took care of shit— you didn’t even have to ask.

“I am… when I’m not so exhausted, you are going to get the best blowjob of your life.” This makes him laugh loudly, the sound echoing around you in a welcomed ring. He kisses you lightly on the forehead, and your arms reluctantly drop from his waist.

“Alright, baby. Get you somethin’ to eat first.” He hooks a finger under your chin to kiss you properly, and when your head tilts up, you wince. Just for a second, a hiss of breath and a shooting pain up the back of your neck, but Frank couldn’t miss it if he tried. “What was that?”

“What?” You tilt your head slightly, trying to stretch it out and lean up on your toes to chase his mouth. He wasn’t giving up that easily, moving out of your reach.

It had just been a long day. Looking down at computers, reading things off papers and screens— you hadn’t even realised you were sore yourself until he did that. Yeah, it hurt, but not enough to stop you from kissing him.

“Your back? Your neck? What is it?” His fingertips brush your jaw, lightly so as not to move you. When he eases the touch backwards under your ear, you flinch unwillingly. “Tell me what hurts, sweetheart.”

“It’s nothing, really. Just spent a long time looking down today. My necks just a bit sore— I’m fine.” His hand wraps gently around the back of your neck, fingers dancing their way down to where it meets your shoulders. His face is trained— eyebrows furrowed, looking at the way you hold your face straight on to avoid the now numbing pain running up and down.

“Sit down. I’ll work it for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sit, and I’ll show you.” He’s already guiding you to the couch as he talks, taking your weight and lightly shoving you down onto the pillows.

“Oh, you’re gonna show me? Show me what, exactly?” You raise your eyebrows, and he shakes his head, doing his best to look disappointed rather than turned on. You shuffle forward and try to look up at him, tempt him, but you screw your eyes shut again when the pain snaps a cord in the right side of your neck. “Ow.”

“Lay back. Let me take care of you.” His voice is liquid honey, dripping down into your chest where it warms you inside out. Especially when he talks so low and soft, something he only does when you’re alone.

When he disappears from sight, he takes his time. The anticipation has you squirming in your chair, and by the time you feel the warmth of his large frame behind you, you’re about to start begging he does something; anything at this point.

“Tell me how it feels.” He murmurs warmly, the words brushing the shell of your ear. You didn’t hear him get that close, so when his hands suddenly creep up over your shoulders, thumbs lightly kneading the knot at the base of your neck, the moan you let out is a little more audible than you’d planned. “Feels good, yeah?”

“F-fuck. Yeah— shit, Frank.” He hums in response, fire igniting in your stomach at the way he easily relaxes you. His hands are so big and warm, it’s the perfect combination to work out your tired muscles until they have no choice but to fold to him like the rest of you has.

He’s never too harsh; starting with small circles with his thumbs, and as he works his way upward, he uses his other fingers to massage in long lines. You’re practically purring— back arching off the couch when his hands run up into your hair, and sinking back down when he retreats to your shoulders.

He doesn’t stop at your neck. Once your rolling it with ease, he presses on your shoulders. He’s a little harder with this, but it feels so fucking good the way he does it. His palms smooth you out in an even rhythm, and when he speaks again it takes you several moments to piece yourself back together.

“How you feelin’, baby? Need more?” He moves his hands up again, a gentle kiss following the path of his hands.

“Please. More, Frank.” You moan again and he laughs quietly, but obliges. He keeps running up and down your neck until your chin is tucked to your chest. When he notices, he lightly threads his fingers up into your scalp and pulls you back upright. He’s slow about it, watching for any sign of pain, but you manage to let yourself fall all the way back to where your head rests under his pretty face, which is smiling down from above you.

“Hi.” He says when your eyes finally flutter open. Shit, you didn’t even realise they were closed.

“Kiss me.” You beg, and he’s leaning down in an instant. It’s awkward and upside down but you are so hungry for it that you don’t care. Any taste of him is enough right now— anything to soothe the ache in your core at the feeling of his gentle, capable hands.

When he pulls away you whine, and he moves around the couch much quicker than before. He hauls you upright, arms wrapped tight around your lower back as he kisses you again, and you lean up into him with no pain at all. He pulls away to see your neck bent to look at him, and smiles.

“Feels better now, huh?” He says, smirking.

“Yeah. Who would of thought you were so good with your hands?” He scoffs and you laugh, hands cupping his face and kissing him quickly. “Thank-you. I feel so good. So much better.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” He kisses you once more, and leaves you standing there as the buzzer for the microwave one’s off.

He’s already putting your dinner on a plate when you get the feeling to move your legs, and shit— just the image of him standing there. It’s what you think about all day, how fucking good he is to you. No matter how much you are relied upon anywhere else, when you come home to him, you know he’s always going to take care of you.

“You okay?” He says, and you smile, standing as close as possible to him behind the counter.

“I’ve never felt better.” You say, and mean it.

im scared of losing my last paragraph!!!

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x you #marvel tv #the punisher x reader #the punisher x you #marvel #the punisher x y/n

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misspearly1 · 1 year

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Hey there! If I haven’t missed the cutoff for requests, I’d love smut prompt 1 (never tease me like that again) for Arthur. Excited to read everything you’re working on! ❤️

Oh, Katie! I've been writing this out since yesterday and I've had to take multiple tea/coffee breaks in between because... lord have mercy... what I was writing was affecting me 🥵. I needed to breath! 🤣 Thank you so much for sending this into my blog, my love. Not only was this prompt so good for our boy Arthur, but I also really enjoy writing the reader being a tease in just the very best way. 😏

The Inevitable

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x You (F!Reader)

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Friends to Lovers. Mutual Pining. Lots of Teasing from reader. Backache & Back Massages. Accidental Boner. Switch between Rough Arthur and Soft Arthur. Smut. Oral (M receiving). Deepthroating. Praise Kink. Use of 'good girl'. Gentle Sex and Fluff.

Prompt: "Never tease me like that again."

The art of being a tease is knowing how to use it in such a subtle way that just sparks the best type of reaction, and that art is something you use again today with Arthur Morgan.

Arthur and you have been dancing around your feelings for each other for quite some time now, and although you’re certain he’s attracted to you, and you’re not afraid to make the first move, you just play the role of a tease so well that it makes the man second guess himself and question whether or not he’s right to assume you’re flirting.

Which you are flirting, but you’re being so delicate with it and it’s just too fun to watch him get flustered with uncertainty. The lead up to the inevitable is too fun. The inevitable being that he, or yourself, finally breaks and reveals the truth about the attraction you feel towards each other.

Starting off plain and simple this evening, you walk over to the fire around the outside of camp and make your complaints of a sore back audible to his ears when taking a seat. “Fuck me,” you say, groaning as if you were in pain but it could easily be misinterpreted as a sound of pleasure. The man damn near snapped his neck to look at you, a look of sheer panic evident on his face before he saw why you said those words.

“Are you ok, girl?” He asks, mirroring your grimacing expression and even feeling a phantom twinge of pain. He, too, has suffered with backache in the past and he knows how bothersome it can be, which is why you chose this tactic to tease him. It’s to play on his sympathy.

“No, not really,” You shake your head with a little gasp, another sound that could easily send mixed signals. “I think I slept wrong, but don’t worry, I’ll be okay. Thank you, Arthur.” You try to smile but pretend that it was too painful and before you could even think on what to do next, the man was moving from his seat with a determination to help. “Sit on the floor, I’ll sit behind and rub ya back,” he says, and it’s not what you were expecting at all, but you were more than happy to oblige.

Moving slowly, so you don’t give yourself away, you get into position and wait till he touches your back before letting out a little moan from the contact. “Shit, did I hurt yer?” Arthur worries, to which you shake your head and explain. “No, no. Not at all. Don’t stop, Arthur,” You sigh breathily when he rubs your back again, “Feels so good.” You say, purposely toying with him with your choice of words and how you voice them.

You feel the way his breath stutters across your neck, as if he were choking up, and from the way he shifted his position ever so slightly just shows that he’s affected by your words. He’s probably turned on right now, trying to hide his erection without making it obvious.

“There!” You call out rather loudly and dart out to hold his leg at your side, “Holy shit. Right there, Arthur.” You point, showing him the right spot and he continues to knead the heel of his hand into the area. It really did feel good, thus warranting your reactions to some extent, only you exaggerated them with a lot of pretty sounding ‘oohs’ and ‘awws’.

Arthur was quite clearly affected by the sound of your voice as he began to pant under his breath with the quietest groan slipping past his lips. You felt his free hand drop to his crotch, no matter how much he tried to hide it, you felt him holding his manhood, no doubt to ease the ache you were causing. This is exactly why you have so much fun teasing him because it’s only a matter of time before he catches onto what you’re doing.

“You’re really good at this,” You whine and lean forward a little, causing your shirt to ride up and reveal some skin, “Should come to you for a back massage more often,” You joke lightly, hoping that the humour disguises your true intent, only he doesn't answer.

You tilt your head to the side when he doesn’t answer and see the wanton look in his eyes, shrouded with desire and filthy thoughts, but as soon as he sees you looking, he quickly snaps out of it. “Huh? Did ya say something?” He asks as blood begins pooling in his cheeks, embarrassed for nearly getting caught.

You fought the urge to smirk and instead went for a warm, genuine smile. “I said you’re really good at this, Arthur,” You repeat your words for him, batting your eyelashes a little as you blush, really, truly blush, “And that I should come to you more often for a back massage.”

“Yeah,” He visibly gulps with an eager nod, his eyes dropping to your lips briefly, “Yeah, of course. Anytime, sweetheart.” He looks away, and from what you can only assume, it’s because he’s close to acting on his impulse to kiss you. “Um,” He clears his throat nervously, almost hesitant to speak, “Do you want me to lift your shirt a little? It’s fine if you don’t wanna, just think the bare contact of my hands on your back might feel better, might make you feel better I mean.”

“Yes. I love that,” You reply, then look straight ahead and bite your lip with a palpable pulse in your heat, just adoring the way he stumbles over his own words. For a man with such ferocity and focus when out on jobs with the guys, he can be really quite shy and unsure of himself at times when in your presence. You love the contrasts in his personality, it’s what drew you in from the very first moment you met him.

Leaning forward some more, you bend your knees to rest your cheek against your legs and close your eyes to relish in the comfort of his touch. It was the truth when you said he is really good at back massages. You could get used to this and would love to reciprocate the gesture for him too.

You hum contently with real moans of satisfaction slipping past your lips, not over the top or exaggerated, just authentic sounds of pleasure. “Makin’ me feel sleepy, Arthur,” You mumble with a smile, “I could fall asleep easily to this,” you giggle softly before reminding yourself of the role you’re playing, “Your hands are so big and warm, hitting all the right spots that just feel so fucking good.”

Your eyes suddenly spring open when he stops moving and tuts loudly. Fearing that the jig is up, you tilt your head to look at him, rolling your lips together to hide your amusement with flared nostrils as you fight the urge to laugh. Arthur looked at you with narrowed eyes, his expression stoic, yet cold and unforgiving.

“You playing with me, girl?” He hisses, crooking one eyebrow as your cheeks burn red from the fire in his words. You don’t answer him because you don’t know how to respond. He had caught you completely off guard, and the loss of the upper hand was exciting, however your silence speaks for you, answering his question loud and clear without a need for words and he acts on it accordingly.

“Was ya back even sore, darling? Or were you just looking for any excuse to feel my hands on your body?” He leans in to ask another question, holding your hip firmly while dragging his thumb across your skin, a small gesture that reassures he’s not actually annoyed or mad with you, but he is in fact enjoying the upper hand.

“Maybe.” You whisper, already feeling some of the wrath that’s about to come your way.

“Maybe.” He repeats your words, as if mocking you while he shakes his head, “Well, Y/N…” His hand slips around your front before yanking you back to feel the full extent of his erection poking into your ass from behind, “...Never tease me like that again…” He growls into your ear, his voice deep and seductive, “Not unless you want your cunt stuffed with my cock, sweetheart.”

“I do want that, Arthur,” You sigh as your head lolls back to his shoulder with a whine escaping you, “God, I want that so much, you don’t even know the half of it.”

“Oh, I can take a guess,” He rises from the floor, bringing you with him and keeping you glued to his chest as he walks towards his tent. “Now that I know you’ve been playing games, it clears a lot of things up from the past coupla weeks, don’t it?” He asks rhetorically. There wasn’t a need for an answer because he knows that he’s right, and you know that he’s right too.

Everything is becoming crystal clear for the man as each and every occasion where you’ve been teasing him has just resurfaced, thus fuelling his idea of revenge in the very best way. While walking to his tent, his hand remains on your lower stomach, his fingers dipping inside the waistband of your pants as he feels the hairs on the top of your mound.

"Want me to touch you down there, huh?" Arthur asks, and when you nod in reply, he chuckles sinisterly. "Well, that's just too bad ain't it. I gotta teach you a lesson first." He enters his tent with your hurriedly, “Get on your knees, Y/N.” He demands while closing the covers, concealing you both with much needed privacy. You drop to the floor eagerly, desperately, and look up at him with big doe eyes, your hands resting to your legs as you await his next instruction.

Arthur glares down at you, although there was a hint of love and excitement in his eyes for this very moment in which he’s dreamed about many nights, he holds off on the urge to be passionate and gentle. He instead chooses to be rough and merciless. “You hit my leg twice if it’s too much.” Arthur nods affirmatively while pulling the suspenders off his shoulders, letting them drop down his sides before reaching for the zipper on his jeans.

The man doesn’t even bother pulling his pants down, he just pulls his cock through the opening then reaches out to hold the back of your head. You spend a moment looking at his cock, your eyes widening with the thought of him stretching you open later. His length looked like it would be a perfect fit for you, but his girth was most impressive and just thinking about him inside of you makes your legs squeeze together. “Open that pretty little mouth for me.” He says, snapping you out of your amazement as you look back up at him.

You continue to hold Arthur’s direct line of sight as your mouth opens and he guides himself past your lips, his eyes threatening to close from the contact of your wet tongue. A brief crack in the rough character he was playing into. His mouth falls open with a groan spilling out as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking gently while swirling your tongue in a circular motion. You hum and moan when feeling him push forward, searching for more of your warmth wrapped around him.

“Oh, that’s it,” He grunts, eyes rolling to the back of his head upon hearing you gag. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” He pulls back, only to thrust forward again and hit the back of your throat, drawing out an obscenely loud and filthy sound of you choking. “Relax ya jaw… There, just like that.” He rewards your efforts with praise, “There ya go, good girl.”

Steadily rocking his hips back and forth, while grunting and groaning through the pleasure, you reach up and tug on his shirt, to which he looks down and sees what you’re asking for. Arthur then pulls his shirt off and looks back down to your eyes, watching the irises expand as you take in the sight of his top half nude. Your expression softens with lust, adoration and worship, and it makes his chest swell with pride and boosts his confidence. You could see it too. You could see the confidence exuding from him, all from a simple look.

Still holding his line of sight, you bob your head back and forth while continuing to admire his body. You watched in awe as the muscles in his stomach tensed with the build-up of his climax, you watched the way his biceps and his pecs flexed, drawing your attention to the sexy amount of hair on his chest or the brute strength in his arms, the veins so prominent and strong. Arthur could probably hold you in his arms and fuck you with ease, and that thought alone makes you mewl.

Your hands drop between your legs, cupping your pussy over the fabric of your pants to ease some of the ache in your muscles. It just felt so tight and sore, desperately needing to be stretched and massaged by his dick. Opening your mouth as wide as you could, you ignored the slight discomfort in your jaw and focused on all the beautiful noises he was making - because of you. This is all you ever wanted, to make Arthur feel so euphoric and lost within the pleasure that you provide.

“I’m close, darling,” He gasps, one hand reaching up to hold onto the beam above his head, and his other hand sliding down his stomach to flatten his palm over his lower abdomen. It’s as if the blissful feeling growing rapidly in his stomach was just so strong that it was almost too much.

You watch his brows knitting together tightly, his mouth falling open and spill delectable throaty groans as he rests his forehead against his upper arm, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The sight looked so erotic and sinful, yet as pretty as a picture as the same time, especially from this angle as you look up and see the droplets rolling down his chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He rambles, grunting and whining in tandem with the movements of his hips rocking back and forth, chasing the peak of his orgasm. You sample a taste of his release with salty flavoured beads of cum leaking out onto your tongue and your eyes close on instinct as you hum and moan around him, the vibrations of your voice working perfectly to push him over the edge.

“Ughnn, fuuuck!” He cries out, and your eyes suddenly spring open for a second time this evening as he shoots a load into your mouth. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Arthur pleads, looking down at you with desperate eyes, “Take it, sweetheart. Take it all,” His body shudders, the skin dimpling with goosebumps as you gulp back ropes upon ropes of his seed and suck him clean until there was nothing left he could give.

Once the man's head comes back down from cloud nine, he kneels to the floor and cups your cheek before pulling you in to kiss your lips. You moan with surprise that he didn’t care about where your lips had just been. Past lovers would always make a fuss about it, but Arthur didn’t care. He even deepened the kiss and hummed, as if enjoying the remnants of his own desire on your tongue. It was turning you on even more, making you hungry and feral for his touch where you want it most.

“Arthur,” You beg, your hands pawing at his chest as he lowers his hands to your ass with a groping squeeze. You couldn’t take it any longer, the ache in your core was growing worse and you needed to feel some ease, whether it be his tongue, fingers or cock, you don’t care. You just need him to be the one who takes care of your needs.

Upon feeling his fingers slip inside the waistband of your pants to pull them down, you break from the kiss to lift your shirt over your head, exposing your top half completely. “Jesus,” He whispers while gazing at your chest, “Always wondered what you look like underneath.” He admits before ducking his head down to kiss the top of your breasts softly and gently, using the sharpness of his beard to tickle your skin in the most delightful way.

Your back arches into him, your breathing beginning to pant as his lips lower to your nipple. He seals his lips around the sensitive bud, drawing out the sweetest whine from your lips while tearing your pants down along with your undergarments. “Yes, oh fuck yes,” You reward him vocally as your head lolls back to savour every second of his loving touch.

Arthur’s hands slip around to your front, his fingers easily gliding through your folds, just oozing with your slick. “So warm and wet,” He grunts into your chest and traps your nipple between his teeth, biting carefully, pleasurably. “Mind if I indulge?” He asks, and you’re already shaking your head before he could finish asking. “No, God no. Please Arthur,” You beg, “Please hurry, I need you now, honey.”

The sound of your voice, so desperate and sweet, weakened the man's composure to maintain his dominance. The plan to teach you a lesson, to be rough and merciless, ultimately fell apart. He broke. He was crumbling like soft putty in your embrace before lifting you up the bed to evenly lay his weight down on top of you. “I gotchu, darling,” He whispers reassuringly while pulling his jeans down to his thighs, “I’ve got you, Y/N,” He repeats, clearer this time, firmer and with certainty.

Lining himself up at your entrance, you hold onto his biceps with your fingers digging into the brute strength of his muscles, nodding for him to continue. You want it, need it; need to feel him open and make love to you like no one else. “Ungh, God!” You yelp from the slight pinch when he breaches your walls, a yelp mixed with pain and pleasure. “Keep going,” You nod again, this time running your hands up to the back of his neck, urging him to close the gap and kiss you.

Arthur obliges. Kissing your lips passionately, yet fervently, it works as a distraction to the discomfort as he buries himself slowly, inch by inch. Once he’s buried to the hilt, and only then, he breaks from the kiss to look at you, unmoving to let you adjust, while admiring the lust clouding your eyes. Your desire coats the hairs on his mound, he can feel it, so plentiful and silky. You pulse around him, squeezing his cock so tightly that it causes him to grunt and exhale heavy breaths of satisfaction.

“God damn. I could cum like this. Just buried inside, feeling you fall apart on me.” He sighs, dropping his head to your neck and nipping kisses on your skin. He begins to grind, so careful and generous, his subtle movements felt incredible and the stimulation to your clit provided sensational pleasure. Arthur kept doing this, never, not once, breaking the rhythm, and he was right, he did climax just from the feeling of you falling apart. But he didn’t stop there.

All night long, the man kept grinding until you were exhausted and couldn’t take any more rounds of pleasure.

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