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"Tell Me I Can't Touch You" - Sylus x FMC
âIâm not a good enough man to walk away from this. You need to tell me that Iâm not allowed to touch you."
MINORS DNI 18+
ao3 if you prefer
Word Count: ~1,797
Summary: After you find yourself ambushed in the N109 zone, Sylus comes to your rescue, resulting in a night of passion and ultimately, acceptance that you want him.
notes: A quick one shot of Sylus and FMC. I've had this lil scene in my mind for a while. I've been out of the writing game for a bit so I apologise if its sloppy. <3
The last thing you can recall is being ambushed in the N109 zone, a place where despite your best efforts, you keep finding yourself. As much as you try to stay away from the shady territory you always seem to find yourself back here and Sylus is always ready and waiting for you in the shadows. The irresistible pull you feel towards him should disgust you, it should make your gut twist with nausea but instead, you find butterflies in its place. No matter how hard you try, his face, his voice and even the feel of his skin are burnt into your mind. Heâs like a drug, all it took was one encounter with him and now his presence flows in your veins.
As your vision fades in and out of focus, the feel of warm, strong arms encircle you. From what you can see, you know exactly where you are. If the dimly lit hallways were not a dead giveaway, it would be the intoxicating smell of his cologne that always drifted through the entire safe house. Heâs carrying you⊠that means he must have found you after the ambush happened⊠or was he already watching you?Â
As you gain a bit more consciousness you attempt to wriggle out of his arms but you are quickly humbled by a radiating pain moving down your ribs and you feel his grip gently pull you closer to his chest.Â
âIf you keep wriggling like that, you will only hurt yourself more, Kitten.â The warmth of his breath cascades down your cheek as he whispers in your ear, sending those butterflies into a frenzy.Â
âWhat⊠What happened? I remember an ambush but not much after that.â Your voice sounds a little hoarse and tired as you try to recollect the recent events.Â
âYes, there were three men. They saw a beautiful woman walking alone and decided to take the opportunity. They will not be bothering you⊠or in any woman again. Ever.â The coldness of his tone cuts through you as he gently places you down on the bathroom vanity. âYouâre freezing. There is a towel and some fresh clothes for you here, take your time in the shower. I will wait outside for you, but before I go, take this please to ease the pain a little.â He gently opens your hands and gives you two pills that you assume are painkillers. You look up to say thank you and are stunned by his soft concerned gaze. You give a quick nod in appreciation and swallow the pills, his shoulders instantly relax and he exits the bathroom.
What was his angle? He looked like he cared for a moment there but there has to be something he wants. Heâs one of the most feared men, surely you were hallucinating that look he gave you. Softly you pad across the cold tiles and turn the shower on, taking a small moment to appreciate just how spacious it is, you could lay down in it if you wanted to⊠imagine all the things two people could do in here⊠what you and Sylus couldâ âNo. Stop itâ You stubbornly cut your thoughts short. You cannot be fantasising about him. Itâs not right.Â
After stepping inside the shower, you welcome its warmth, enjoying the feel of the hot water hitting your back. A wave of annoyance works through you as you begin to lather the soap over your body and scrub. You should have been more aware of your surroundings; you know better than to let your guard down, especially in the fucking N109 zone. What the hell was going through your head? If Sylus wasnât there, who knows what would have happened? A slight feeling of debt creeps through your chest, and your mind connects the pieces. That is his angle. You owe him now. Surely that is what he wants⊠why else would he save you? GOD, you feel stupid for even thinking he was concerned. You turn the shower off and head over to the towel, drying off and putting on an oversized tee shirt with a pair of shorts. Seething with irritation, you exit the ensuite and find Sylus sitting on the edge of the bed. He quickly stands and holds out his hand to help you as you slowly move around. The pills have dulled the pain but it is still tender to move too fast.Â
âSo what do I owe you, Sylus?â You cross your arms and glare at him expectantly.Â
âYour skepticism wounds me.â He chuckles as he raises an eyebrow at your obvious display of irritation. âYou owe me nothing, Kitten. Just come lay down and rest. Please.âÂ
You glare at him a moment longer and unfold your arms as you slowly lay down on the bed. âFine. I believe you. For now.â The irritation slowly dissipates as you settle on the soft mattress and close your eyes.
The mattress dips down to your left and you snap your head in the direction to see Sylus perched on his elbow watching you with a smirk.Â
âCan I help you?â You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion. His eyes travel down your body and his brow furrows with concern.Â
âYou have a few cuts on your legs. I have some ointment for them.â He moves quickly and sits between your legs, opening a tube of cream. You feel your cheeks heat, and those damn butterflies are practically bursting now. Too stunned to speak, you lie silently, watching him spreading the cream across his palms, massaging it down your leg. His hands are firm yet soft and gentle at the same time. As he works the cream into your skin, a soft moan of appreciation escapes your lips, and his hands still for a moment. Another flush of embarrassment rises to your cheeks and you refuse to look at him as he begins working on the other leg.Â
His fingers massage lazy circles dangerously close on your upper thigh, and heat pools at your centre as you mentally will those fingers to wander further. You canât help yourself; you have to steal a glance at him, you need to see if there is any desire from him. The minute you open your eyes, they lock to his crimson pools, heâs been staring at you. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and a low grumble escapes his mouth as he holds himself over you.Â
âYouâll need to stop looking at me like that, Kitten. Because if you donât, I donât think Iâll be able to stop myself.â His mouth hovers just above yours, and the heat of his breath sends a shiver down your body. You gently bring your hand to his face and run your thumb over his lips, watching his ruby eyes glisten with need. âIâm not a good enough man to walk away from this. You need to tell me that Iâm not allowed to touch you. Tell me⊠and Iâll walk away.â He grits his teeth as he pins your hands to the padded headboard.Â
âI donât want you to go.â The whispered confession hangs in the air as it leaves your lips.Â
âYouâll regret this. Tell me to go. Please.â He whispers back to you, his mouth hovering over your lips again.Â
âSylus⊠Touch me. Please.â Your body squirms beneath him, and you feel his hard length briefly against your leg.Â
His mouth crashes into yours, and your body is set ablaze with desire as you pull his clothes off. He gently removes your clothing, and he sits back for a moment as his eyes hungrily take in your naked form. Sylus crawls his way up your body and brings his mouth over your breast, gently flicking his tongue over your hardened peak, earning a moan of pleasure from you. He places hot, slow kisses down your body before settling his head between your thighs. You shake in anticipation as his breath spreads across your sex.Â
The feeling of his tongue slipping through your seam makes your back arch in pleasure as he begins to feast on you as if it were his last meal. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you look down, watching him at work and lock eyes as he slips his finger into you, pumping the digit in and out as he devours you. Waves of pleasure roll through you, and it's not long before you are crashing over into ecstasy.Â
As he frees himself from between your legs, he once again crawls up over you, planting a soft, deep kiss on your mouth. He expertly parts your lips and slips his tongue against yours, moving in perfect synchronisation. You hear a dull thud hit the floor to see that he has removed his pants, and the hard length of his arousal hovers at your entrance as he looks into your eyes.Â
âI want you, Sylus. Please.â You breath out as you wrap your legs around him urging him closer.
âYou never have to beg me, Kitten.â He breathlessly pants as he slowly guides himself into you. âFuck. Youâre so wet for me. Such a good girl.â His thrusts slowly pick up pace and the wet sounds of your bodies clashing together sound like a symphony to your ears. He was worse than a drug, heâs taken up your entire being and you loved it. He felt like home and you didnât care if it was just for this moment. It was worth it. As he continues to ram into you he brings his hand down and rubs tight circles around your clit bringing you closer to the edge once more.
âSay my name. When you come, I want you to say my name. I want to hear that you know whoâs made you come so hard.â His breathing is erratic, and his thrusts are frenzied.Â
The waves build up again, and you shatter around him, screaming his name. You can feel your walls clench around his cock, and you feel his hips begin to buck as he releases himself deep inside you.Â
He falls beside you, pulling you into his chest in a gentle embrace, and he strokes his hand up and down your spine. Your brows furrow slightly at how happy you feel.
âWhat are you thinking, Kitten? Are you feeling regretful?â He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.Â
âNo⊠I feel⊠free. Does this make me a bad person, Sylus?â You whisper against his chest.
âNo, this doesnât make you a bad person.â He mumbles against your hair.
âThen what does it make me?â You breathe out as you look up at him.
âMine. It makes you mine.â He whispers against your lips bringing them together once more.Â
#lads#sylus x mc#lnds sylus#sylus lads#lads sylus#love and deepspace sylus#l&ds sylus#sylus love and deepspace#sylus fiction#sylus fanfic#ao3 author#ao3fic#ao3 link#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#ao3#ao3feed#fanfic#lads fanfic#sylus lads fanfic#archive of our own#sylus fanfiction#lads fanfictions#lads x you#sylus x you#one shot
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I-Isafrin.....kissing. pweese.
sure anonymous... ty for being the 2nd person even to put something in my inbox inbox is still open (and will always be open) so... kicks my legs like a highschool girl
#isat#in stars and time#isabeau isat#isat isabeau#siffrin isat#isat siffrin#doodle#art#my art#nyuarttag#DRAWING THIS.. WEIRDLY GAVE ME A IDEA?? like. idk the concept of isabeau just letting himself just sit there trusting sif with his#whole heart... like.. its okay sif you wont hurt me.. i trust you.. sif... ITS OKAY SIF...!!! DO YOU SEE MY VISION HERE.#HEALING FROM BAD TOUCH!!! I LOVE EXPLORING THEMES OF TRUST AND VULERNABILITY THROUGH THEIR DYNAMIC!! RAGHHH#GRIPS YOU ON TEH SHOULDERS#I FUCKING LOVE ISAFRIN!!!!!!!!!! AGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!#isafrin#almost forgot to tag as isafrin
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WILL FOREVER BE SO MENTALLY ILL OVER HOW THESE SCENES ARE BACK-TO-BACK.
#pmd eos spoilers#dadnoir#YES YES HIS ARC ABOUT LIVING FOR HIMSELF BUT ALSO. ALSO.#(GRIPPING YOU BY YOUR SHOULDERS) LOOK INTO MY EYES. DO YOU SEE THE VISION. DO YOU SEE ITTT#THE GAME. THROWS SO MUCH SUBTEXT WITHOUT REALIZING IT. CAN YOU EVEN BLAME ME.#I want to believe so badly he was thinking about those two. that he kept a semblance of them in his thoughts.#THIS GAME HAS BEWITCHED ME
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Please understand my vision Iâm begging
#shitpost but not really#intentionally low quality#so much (for) stardust - fall out boy#persona 5#p5#akechi#ren#akeshu#shuake#February 2nd#2/2#fall out boy#fob#theyâre so important to me#gripping your shoulders screaming and crying#do you understand#do you see my vision
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Disclaimer: I havent read the pjo books in ages
I'm thinking about how the fandom did a great job with exploring how Percy's home life was when he was living with Gabe, and I wish to see that level of analysis done with Clarisse. Because I think Clarisse and Percy have a lot more in common then people think. They both had to deal with abusive fathers, and are both under a lot of pressure from their circumstances. They both have an anger, the type that comes from having a shitty dad. The difference in that is that Clarisse chose to express it in a different way then Percy. And like with Percy's home life, I wish the books had explored Clarisse's relationship with Ares more than just a brief scene in the second book to explain why she is an asshole
#pjo series#pjo#clarisse la rue#percy jackson#clarisse pjo#*gripping your shoulders* do you see what im saying? do you see my vision?#there's so much going on that was just never talked about#they were both just scared children at the mercy of someone with so much power over them#that person might as well have been like a god (or really was a god in Clarisse's case)#Clarisse deserves just as much acknowledgement of this as Percy
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The winter is a quiet, menacing killer.
It does not kill them by blade or poison. It settles in their bones. It eats them from inside out. It makes them shake and tremble.
It is quiet.
The day is bright. The Sun is fair in the sky, though her light does not bring warmth. Around, as far as the sight reaches, is a plain, glimmering wasteland, ice and snow shining and sparkling under the rays of Arien like the most beautiful gems.
It is desolate. (It is not. It is deceiving, and treacherous, and deadly.)
The camp is tense.
People are cold, but they do not hide inside their tents, do not light a fire, do not huddle into their bedrolls. Some try to maintain the calm demeanor. They clean their weapons or hum under their nose; but still, their eyes dart over the white desert with a barely covered nervousness, and their hands shake, just barely noticable, and their pupils are blown wide. Soon enough, they fall silent. Soon enough, they clutch their weapon hard, and bite their lips, and stare into nothingness, their breath hard and shaken.
Someone takes a sharp breath, then bites their hand, teeth digging through the leather. The person sitting close to them shifts, and their attention is now on their fellow; their eyes are those of a hawk ready to grab their pray. The rest of the camp tenses.
The Sun plays on the silent icecaps, mocking in their beauty.
It is quiet, so incredibly quiet. They hear every breath, every movement against the snow. All senses are strained to the point of pain. Pupils blown wide, darting towards the wasteland; ears jerking at the slightest sound, slightest movement; body tense and shaking, ready to dart in any given moment, to attack, to protect, to survive.
Breath becomes ragged. Weapons are clutched more frequently, more tightly. Someone jerks in a sudden movement, alerted by a nonexistent (but so real, so real) threat and the person next to them darts to them, clutches their arms around their chest, muffles their startled yelp with their hand. The hearts beat faster, adrenaline rising to the brain and throbbing in the body, unreleased. The person breaths, jerking, eyes staring at the cold blue sky, tears falling from their eyes and freezing on their face. Their companion holds them tighter, staring at the ground, trying no to think, to think, to think.
The world is quiet. The wasteland is empty. The camp is tense, ready for an attack that does not come, that will come any given second. They tremble.
The scales of invisible beasts mingle with snow, glimmer under the sun, shine as the purest diamonds of the Noldor.
Someone trembles and bites their hand. They are crying.
They do not make a noise.
#war of wrath#silmarillion#silm fic#tolkien#tolkien fic#grips your shoulders. do you see my vision. DO YOU SEE MY VISION
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when they start getting closer/touchy but not trusting themselves to fully commit wyll roughhouses w astarion and stari laughs a bit and calls him a brat and wyll laughs along and pretends like it isnt literally the only thing in his mind for the next week and a half
after they start dating wyll is kissing stariâs face and hes griping about how hes too old for wyll to treat him this way and wyll grins and pulls out the sir in a tongue in cheek way and astarion literally has to freeze to reel from how it makes him feel
#do you see. my vision. im throwing up#they are exactly the âbrat. >:/â âsir ^_^â dynamic.#you have to understand *gripping your shoulders and shaking like a tiny dog*#wyst#i thibk im far enough in the tags anyway stari is on easy mode bc wyll stutters and stammers everytime he points out thst#oh the big strong monster slayer wyll bladeoffrontiers ravengard is so Easily taken in by a vampire#and not even a full on vampire wow ahh just a vampire spawn#but also. kill them w kindness . st probably wouldnt hate roleplay involving wl treating him like a virgin HAHA#a safe place to feel yourself recover bits and pieces of urself#he deserves to have someone treat him that way abd wl is like. running into heavy traffic to provide
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Brain worms in the tags
#qsmp#thinking abt a pet sematary style au#where Wilbur is Louis and Tallulah is Gage (or I guess more like Ellie in the 2019 remake)#Philza is basically Jud with a mix of a few other characters and Chaynne is the book version of Ellie (requisite psychic child)#and the plot is Wilbur decides to move to Quesadilla Island with Tallulah to settle down + try to be closer to his estranged dad#when Phil is telling him abt the island he mentions the strange graveyard and a legend abt a demon named Cucurucho#and wil is just like âuh huh sure okâ until Tallulahâs beloved pet turtle AugustĂn dies#wil reasons that he could pick up literally any turtle and nobody would know the difference#but he feels strangely drawn to see if the graveyard can really bring back the dead#and it works! sure the turtle smells kinda weird and keeps biting people but itâs fine!#and then wil learns why itâs a fucking terrible idea to leave a young child unsupervised on a three story high balcony actually#Phil warns him that sometimes dead is better but he just canât handle it so itâs ~grave robbing time!~#and the resurrection seems to work at first since Tallulah is living and breathing again#but sheâs not the same sweet little petal that went into that graveâŠ#*gripping you by the shoulders* do you see my vision#idk pet sematary is one of my favorite novels I gotta read it again
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gardener wayne
#daisy.txt#grabs you grips your shoulders wayne with a little shovel and some seeds do you see do you seeeee my vision#maybe this will be my first hylicsketchbook page i loveeeee outfitssss#little coveralls
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thinking about it. echoplex that is
#the best part of blogging is you can post screenshots of lyrics and comic panels together and call it a day.#not weaving just sharing My Visions and tightly gripping the viewer by the shoulders asking Do You See It?#static.soundz
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my four irl queer friends can't see the butch lesbian vision whenever i show them a dude, war and hate on planet earth
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âjjk men begging and making you give them one more, pumping you full of their cum in the process
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đđĄđ đđšđ§đđđ§đ: smut, breeding, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names, praise, belly bulge, begging, dub con themes, overstimulation, mean! toji, whiny! choso, soft! nanami
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âNng Satoruâ no more, âs too much.â you mewled, your legs high on Gojoâs shoulders as he fucked deep into you, toned hips slamming against the underside of your thighs loudly.
âPlease princess. Fuck. Please take it,â he groaned, âTake it fâ me yeah? Need it sâ badâ shit- my pretty pussy.â His breaths speeding up along with his thrusts. âDoing so well.â
You could only let out a loud cry, your back arching when you felt Gojoâs cock hitting perfectly into your g spot. Hammering the gummy spot till you were seeing stars, vision blurred and your grip on the sheets tightening. âSatoru, oh fuckâ nnngh,â
âThereâs my good girlâ you can do it princess. Youâre almost there, fuck. Just one more fâ me.â he breathed.
Gojo smirked at your state underneath him, your eyes rolled back and your lips parted in short screams that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Your face stained with both drool and tears as you were fucked into your 6th orgasm no doubt.
âThatâs it princess. Last one okay? Took it so well, fuck. Love ya so much.â He grunted, thrusts sloppy as he brought you both to the edge. Bringing his hand down to rub small circles on your sensitive clit making you squirm back with a loud mewl.
âNuh uhâ sensitive,â you cried, your puffy eyes meeting Gojoâs stern ones. Your chest heaving as Gojo kept up his torture, pussy spasming around his girth.
âCum for me baby, let it all out.â he coaxed, letting out long breaths as his eyes closed. Feeling you squirt around his cock with a cry of his name. âHmm, so good fâ me. Gonna cum in ya now kay?â
Stuffing his twitching cock as far as it could reach, his hips still as he let himself spill inside you. Moaning at the way your pussy drank it all while you moaned at how full it made you.
Gojo leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. âThat wasnât so bad now was it?â
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âS-Suguruâ wait, no more.â you whimpered, Geto flipping your body so that you were laying flat on your chest, hands gripping the sheet as he rolled his hips into you from on top. ââS too much Suguru.â
Geto only hummed, his thrusts hard and picking up its pace as he brought his lips to your neck. âOh câmon sweet thing, whereâs the fun in that. Just take it yeah?â
You let out a loud cry, feeling your boyfriend grinding meanly into your gummy spot. His hips slamming against your ass noisily as he fucked you deep. âItâs just one more i promise.â he groaned, âOne more and youâre done for the night.â
His cock bullying its way even deeper into your heat with his hot breath on your skin. A string of mewls falling past your lips and your grip on his sheets tightening, your eyes tearing up as your back arched under him.
âAhhâ Suguru.â
Geto let out a deep grunt, âLook at you, taking it like a good girl fâ me. Fuck,â
Your body trembled with a choked scream, broken whimpers filling the air as Geto fucked you past the edge. Feeling a pool of heat building in your core as your toes curled. âSuguruâ nngh, âm close,â
âYeah? Gonna cum for me sweet thing?â he cooed, thrusts getting rough and sloppy as he approached his release. âFuck, âm close too baby, gonna fill you up so good.â
Your moans were shaky when your pussy tightened around him, your lips parting in heavy breaths and your eyes rolling back as you came, spraying messily onto the sheets below.
Geto swallowed hard at the sight. âShit, so fucking hot.â Slowing his thrusts until he was giving his final grinds against your ass. His thick cock twitching against your walls before spurts after spurts of the sticky substance filled you up.
âThere we go.â
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âChoso babyâ i donât think i can take it.â you moaned, your boyfriendâs hands locked tightly around you as he rut his hips into your tightness.
âYouâve gotta take it, i need you to.â he whimpered, âPlease, please, please take it. âM so close again.â His thrusts hard and uncoordinated as his balls slapped messily onto your skin. Lewd squelching sounds filling the room as Choso fucked himself to release.
âAhhâ Choso, âs so much.â you cried out, your boyfriendâs long dick fucking into your sensitive walls, sending shivers through your shaking body.
âItâs just one more, please,â he whined, âyou can take one more, youâve done it before.â Refusing to let you go as he lost himself in the feeling of your perfect pussy wrapped around him.
You mewled when Choso found a way to speed up his pace even more, his eyes rolling back as he felt himself getting close.
âO-oh nngâ are you close too baby? Please tell me youâre close,â he cried, âNeed to cum in you so bad.â His thrusts sloppy as the throb of his cock intensified, squeezing you tighter into him with a loud moan.
âH-hahh,â you breathed, your chest heaving as you felt yet another orgasm washing over you. You would never get a break at this point, Choso was just too lost in it. âMhm, âm close.â
Choso smiling into your skin while slamming his cock deep past your slippery walls, both of you filling the room with your noises as you creamed his cock with shaky legs and curled toes.
âThank you, thank you, thank you,â Choso mewled, thrusts slowing down as he spilled all his cum into your insides.
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âTojiiiâ i canât, no more.â you sniffled. Your face down and your ass up with both your hands held tightly behind your back with one of his.
âYes you can.â the man grunted, âyou can fucking take it and youâre going to fucking take it.â His eyes dark as he slammed hard into your tight pussy, his girth stretching you out while you clenched down on him.
âBut Tojiiiâ âs too much,â your cries had already turned to sobs. Fat tears drenching your face as you were rocked roughly into the mattress. Your body trembling as you lay tiredly, Toji being the only thing forcing you to stay on your knees.
âNo buts doll.â He warned, âTold you to take it, so take it. You hear me?â Watching as you nodded with a cry, your eyes closing in loud mewls when Toji began pulling your ass back onto his cock together with his thrusts.
âAhhâ Toji âm close, âs so sensitive.â you moaned, your stomach tightening as you neared what seemed like your 10th orgasm. Unable to go against the movement of toji fucking you into the sheets. âNngh, âm so close Tojii.â
âSee that? Not so hard to be a good girl now is it? This is your last one kay doll?â his thrusts never slowing down as he neared his release, cock fucking directly into your spot pulling a choked scream out of you.
Your toes curling and your vision going white as everything fell apart.
âThere we go. Fucking cum for me.â
Your body shook as you came, the orgasm painfully pleasurable as your pussy gushed onto him. Toji letting out a low whistling at how hard you clenched down. âMy turn.â
A smirk on his face as he fucked sloppily into you, his duck twitching at the recoil of your ass before he was bottoming out with a loud groan. Painting your walls a creamy white.
âLook at that, all that whining and you still took it well hmm?â
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âKentooâ i donât think i have another one in me.â you mewled, your legs aching as Nanami bounced you on his cock. His hands on your waist with yours wrapped around his shoulders.
âYes you do sweetheart. Been knowing this body of yours for years. That sweet little pussy can take it.â he reassured, bouncing you up and down so delicately until you were moaning his name, nails digging into the top of his back.
âKento,â
Nanami smiled, âSee? There you go. Just take it for me.â Speeding up the pace in which he slammed your tight pussy down fully on his cock. Thick mushroom tip bulging lightly in your stomach as your pussy tried to take his girth.
âO-oh Kentoâ nngh,â you cried out, your head dizzy as it fell back, the painful sensitivity turning into pure ecstasy as you were guided to ride the man underneath you. âKento, mmm, âm getting close.â you whimpered.
Nanamiâs lips kissing up your chest, then up your neck until he reached your face. Placing soft pecks all over your face. âSo damn pretty. Gonna cum on my cock again sweetheart?â
Your back arching as you nodded, âMhm,â
Nanami could feel his breathing speeding up as your wet pussy brought him to near his release as well. Groaning loudly when he began guiding your hips with no rhythm, his fat tip grazing every corner of your insides before piercing deep.
A loud string of moans being pulled out of you when you felt yourself about to let go. âAh, Kentoâ âs so good,â you mewled, âgonna cum.â Grinding your hips back and forth to stimulate your already sensitive clit.
âLet it out sweetheart, cum for me. Such a good girl.â Watching as you came with a silent scream, your mouth hung open as your pussy formed a sopping creamy ring around the base of his cock.
âFuck,â Nanami grunted, âGonna cum deep in you sweetheart.â His grip on your hips tightening as he held you flush on his hips. A loud moan falling past your lips when ropes of his hot cum were pumped deep in you.
âWhat did i tell you, you could take it.â
#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader smut#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#gojo x reader smut#gojo smut#gojo x reader#geto smut#geto x reader#gojo satoru#choso x reader#choso smut#nanami smut#nanami x reader#toji smut#toji x reader#gojo satoru smut#choso x reader smut
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college! peter parker x fem reader.
18+ only !!! f! receiving oral sex. peter parker has an oral fixation i said what i said. in my spider-man era again.
peter was a weekly visitor at this point. sometimes, it was twice, but never more than three. three was pushing it.
Three said that Peter meant something to you, and you couldnât have that. No, whatever this was between the pair of you was strictly transactional. It was Peter texting you late at night, the classic, you up? Gracing your screen, and every time, you would pretend to be annoyed.
As if Peter coming around to give you the greatest head of your life was an inconvenience. Tempted, the devil on your shoulder smirking, to type back, Jesus, again? but never doing it. Instead, you wrote: sure.
Still, it plagued your mind. He never asked for anything else.
It was as if he did this purely for himself.
âOh fuck,â you mewled, clenching down tight. The hand that was wrapped around Peterâs brown curls clutched and tugged, and the unconscious movement earned you a chastised groan. It rumbled through your cunt, and the echo shot to your clit, making you close your eyes and lean back, wet mouth spilling his name into your dorm.
Peter liked hearing you.
Liked seeing you lose your mind with his head between your thighs, your pussy wet and throbbing from his mouth and fingers. Itâs why he came around often. Sometimes, he wouldnât even text, would just knock on your door -- looking sheepish from under his dark curls -- and just. Not. Say. Anything.
His silence was answer enough. You knew what he wanted. Or, needed, as you later figured out, as you saw how red heâd gotten when you told him he couldnât come around for a bit. When you said something about focusing on exams, heâd come over anyway, whined, shuffled his feet and said, You can do your work, I just gottaâŠIâll be quick.
The lack of explanation made your mind swirl. But regardless, youâd let him in and did your work with his head between your thighs. Heâd tutored you, too, told you how to solve for x with his fingers inside of you. Heâd said, if you let me make you come again, Iâll do your Maths work for the next week. After heâd left, you stared at the scene of the crime in pure silence.
JustâŠreflecting.
Peter fluttered his tongue over your swollen clit. Focused on swirling it around his tongue in sloppy, wet circles, and the thick desire that swelled between your thighs began to pool at your lower back, forcing you to arch up into it.
âPlease,â you wept, even though he was giving you what you wanted. Flat on your back with his deft grip keeping your bare thighs open. It was 8 pm. Heâd caught you just after your shower, so the smell of your shampoo and body wash wafted through the air â Lavender and pear.
Peter had spread you open and said you smelled like spring. Youâd been far too turned on to comment on it. He grumbled into your cunt, and you managed to work out the word, more? You hummed, too drunk on him and wound tight to verbalise that yes, you wanted more. Wanted him to make you come, and come again, till all you could do was mumble his name and focus on your breathing.
He'd learnt how you liked it. Paid attention, and he was getting full scores as he pushed his tongue flat against your swollen clit and sucked. Your vision went white.
âOh fuck â ohfuck, Peterââ you squirmed, but Peter was strong, and he held you to the bed with his vice-like grip, wordlessly saying take it take it take it.
He lapped at you, salvia drooling over your cunt and down his chin, soaking the sheets. He was always so careless. In moments like this, that nervous edge that always fluttered around him was gone, replaced by a visceral drive to either please you, or get what he wanted.
The two bled into each other.
His tempo was leisurely, but that didnât stop the heat from washing over you all at once.
You clamped your thighs around his ears and moaned -- loud, so loud that you were sure the other students on your floor heard.
Still, the ache was erratic, âSo good,â you sobbed, and you heard yourself, heard the near primal need in your voice, and the desperation made you embarrassed, made you cover your mouth with your palm and grip the sheets, willing yourself to cool it.Â
âMove your hand, or Iâll stop,â he uttered against you, and your clit was so sore that the echo of his words made your eyes roll back. Peter must have seen, as he hummed a laugh, and kissed your inner thigh, âlemme hear you.â
Managing to gain some sense of sanity, you blearily blinked down at him, but all sense of stability you thought you had was wiped away when you saw Peter had his hand stuffed down his pants.
You dropped back onto the bed and sobbed.
You knew he got off on this, but Jesus Christ, youâd never seen that before.
âGotta be kidding me,â you breathed, and Peter must have understood what you were referencing, as he buried his reddening face into your inner thigh. He let out a breathy chuckle, ââ Mâsorry,â he mumbled, âusually I wait till I get home, but youâre just so hot.â
You had to stay completely still, or youâd burst. Usually, I wait till I get home?
Peter moved his face and began nuzzling the wet folds of your pussy. He bumped his nose against your clit, and you quietly choked.
Peter hummed, âcouldnât help myself.â
You figured he did something like that, but the admission made your thighs tense. You pictured him stumbling home â cheeks still wet with you â and tugging his pants down, quickly shoving his hands into his boxers and taking hold of his aching cock. Did he whimper when he came? Or was he silent, all tremors and low grunts? No. He definitely whimpered.
He was far too pretty to stay quiet.
The sudden desire to kiss him swept over you.
Reaching down, you tugged at his curls, wordlessly motioning him to move. When he did, you briefly saw the red of his cheeks and wet of his nose before you kissed him, all tongue, and tasted yourself on his pink lips.
Peter melted into you. Huffed your name like a sigh, and the sheer tenderness of it had you wrapping your legs around his back and pressing your bare cunt against his jeans.
He was rock-hard. Tentatively, you ran your nails over his chest, and dipped low, pressing between his thighs, cupping his bulge, and gently squeezing. Peter wept.
âOh fuck,â he sobbed, as desperate as you imagined. With one hand in his hair and the other on his cock, you continued to kiss him, until the ache between your thighs became too much to bear.
âMake me come,â you whispered, âand Iâll put you in my mouth.â
Peter had never moved so fast in his life.
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please donât go, i love you so
pairing: young!coriolanus snow x reader
warnings: a lil toxic!coriolanus, heâs rough with r, possessive talk, quite tame in this but imma tamp it up soon, a bit of making out and being lovey
note: i do not careee about who likes this character or who doesnât okay i am writing about him because he is literally one of the hottest men iâve ever seen, kay? iâm not here for moral dilemmas thank u, enjoy (yes i will follow up w smut and my young!coriolanus snow reqs are OPEN!) please please remember to comment and rb, it helps me so much!
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Coriolanus is possessive.
It sickens him to his very core, sends nausea rolling like a wave through his chest; heâs not a child. Yet, the mere sight - thought - of you engaging with any other man, even innocently, is enough to have him seeing red: white-knuckled, muscles drawn taut like a bowstring, ready to eliminate any and all threat standing between him and his girl.
It's the way those boys look at you. As if you're a piece of meat, a toy to play with that they're just begging, aching to sink their teeth into, to leave a permanent mark on. The boys in this district are barbaric- that's what Coryo thinks anyway. It's disgusting, the things that he knows they think about you.
It's been a long day in District Twelve. Coriolanus' grey jumpsuit rubs and itches and his skin crawls with an uneasiness settled at the pit of his stomach. It's a warm day, his skin sticky as he peels the top half of the jumpsuit from his slender arms and ties it neatly around his waist. The grass by the lake is damp with the leftover dew from the morning.
He catches sight of you amongst the trees, weaving and bobbing through the undergrowth as you do, your lithe fingers brushing against leaves. Your head dips and then raises as his tall figure creeps into your peripheral vision. A smile graces your features, real and earnest with all your teeth.
Thereâs a slight waver in your countenance when you catch Coriolanusâ own expression; his brows are knit, pushing his forehead into a crease, lips pushed together tersely.
You walk straight into his arms, balancing yourself on one leg and pushing your shoulder underneath his armpit. You needle your way in, your forehead rested against his chin, so close you can feel his breath against your face.
âHi, gorgeous,â you murmur. You reach up to push out the ridge in his brow and your thumb traces the bridge of his nose in a way that couldnât be perceived as anything other than unbridled affection. âSomething wrong?â
His slender fingers settle against your waist. You shiver at the contact when he spins and pushes you back into a tree. The bark digs into your back as you shuffle to meet his eyesâ his eyes that have suddenly clouded with something dark and possessive.
âWhat is it?â you ask again; your voice is becoming more strained the longer he stays quiet, your own hands snaking up his arms like vines and squeezing.
He shakes his head and drops his face to look at you properly.
âNothing. I have you.â
âOkay.â You click your tongue, tilting your head at him. His face gravitates towards yours, breath hot and mixing with your own. âYou gonna kiss me or what, handsome?â
He doesnât need any encouragement, surging forward to catch your lips between his own; his hands are rough, kneading the soft flesh of your hip. His other makes its way up to your jaw, fingertips pressing so hard youâre sure heâs branding you. Youâve never been kissed like this, with such fervour and passion and need. You gasp into his mouth and your arm wraps around his neck to pull him further into you.
âCoryo,â you pant.
âShh,â he forces out, his fingers suddenly an iron grip around your neck; the hollow of your throat is bared to him and bobs under his cruel touch.
âCoriolanus, that hurts,â you say, strangled. His eyes are alight with a fire, a blazing inferno roaring in his head as he squeezes your throat and laughs.
You wheeze, clutching at his wrist in an attempt to loosen his grip. He obliges you, running a thumb over the indents heâs left in your soft skin to smooth them away.
âYou know Iâd never hurt you, right?â he asks. His head drops to the juncture of your neck, arms hooking loosely around your middle as he relaxes into you. âI just wanted to feel you. To know youâre mine.â
The incident is forgotten as soon as it ends. He has a charm in that sort of way; you donât see his faults even when he shows them to you clear as day. Youâll never see whatâs right in front of you even if he wants you to.
âOf course Iâm yours, Coryo. Why wouldnât I be?â
âThe way they all look at you hereâŠâ He falters. âLike they all want you. Like they want to take you away from me. Youâre mine- they have to understand that.â
âNo one could take me away from you,â you giggle, your temple resting against the tip of his shoulder so you can duck your head to meet his eyes. âI know where I belong. And thatâs right here with you.â
âGood.â He mouths at your neck like a man starved, arms coming right up until theyâre hooked just underneath your own. He pulls away heaving for breath.
âWanna show me just where you belong?â
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TW: yandere, noncon/dubcon, angst, unwanted pregnancy, blackmail, ish-baby trapping
PART ONE only avaliable on AO3 due to Tumblr restrictions
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You went cold and forgot how to breathe.
When you got to the kindergarten, they told you his father had already come and collected him early. All looking at you as though you were crazy, assaulting the daycare workers with your hands in a bruising grip, shaking her by her shouldersâdemanding she tell you where he took him.Â
She spilled the name of some family restaurant down the road and said heâd wanted you to join them there. The poor thing was on the verge of tears when you let go.
Rushing out, you all but ran down the streets before pushing yourself through the doorsâcold-sweating and swivel-eyedâin a panic, scanning faces with his name coming out weak under your breath.Â
With your vision spinning, you felt faint before you heard it.
âMommy! Mommy! Youâre here! Look! Iâm King of the castle!â he shouted, and your peeled eyes snapped to see him up high in a bright red plastic tower.
But before your shoes could hit the soft foam of the playground, you were intercepted by something larger.
âHeâs fine,â he said under his breath, catching and stopping you in your beeline, holding you by the waist. âI need to talk to you.â
Something old and instinctive didnât bother paying him heedâas if forgetting how to speak, you just ignored him in favor of pushing past him, eyes glued to the sight of your son blissfully unaware, playing with other kids with an oblivious smile on his face. But his grip was stronger than your instincts, firm enough to keep you still but not enough to hurt you, even when you tried twisting yourself free.
âCome on,â he urged.
You were about to sneer something, finally looking at his faceâthat face you hatedâbut the bark of curse words got held back.
âLook around you. Letâs not cause a scene.â The wild animal within went silent while your eyes flickered around at the surrounding picnic tables where families were having their dinner. âWe can talk outside. My assistant will look after him.â
You didnât feel much inclined to listen, but still, even though it made you hate to fold on his behestâreluctantly, you accepted the sense of what he was saying. Looking back at your son still laughing up in his tower with cinched brows. You didnât want to scare him when he didnât know what was going on, even though you felt the need to scream at the very top of your lungs.
You allowed him to lead you outside, but as soon as the fresh air welcomed your rigid state, you were at once whipping around and pushing him away. âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?!â snarling at him. âHow fucking dare you?!â
âCalm down. He might still see us,â he hushed, hands raised in halfhearted surrender, casting a nod to the glass walls separating you from the frivolity inside. âLetâs just talk rationally.â
âRationally?!â you scoffed in a shout, eyes still manic. âYou fucking kidnapped my son, you psycho-â
âYou wouldnât answer my texts or calls,â he snubbed. âHeâs my son too-â
âFuck you,â you interrupted to return the favor. âIf you fuck with me on this, I swear Iâll ruin you.â You had a finger raised at him, breathing furiouslyâlooking down-right madâsweaty and disheveled from your run with your face twisted with such a state of frenzy. âIâll tell everyone how I got him in the first place!â
Despite the threat, he didnât seem all that fazed.Â
âThink about itâŠâ he said calmly, much in contrast to you. âWho do you think people will believe? A teenage mom abusing her son for a paycheck or his estranged father wanting to provide for him?â
You blanched, and before anything else made it outâwhether it be more rage or something else, he was already further silencing you.
âNot to mention⊠the trial would be gruesome, and Junior would have to grow up with it always hanging over his headâis that really what you want?â
You look at him, and you still can't believe it. How could it have turned out like this? Youâd been perfect only a month ago before heâd shown up at your apartment.
You thought youâd sent him on his way for good that day, but only now did you realize he had no plans to leave you alone.
âCome, letâs talk in the car. Itâs cold, and youâre not dressed,â he ushered, taking your arm again where you stood, stunned and still, trying to wrap your head around his threats. Letting yourself be led into the black vehicle standing perfectly parked in its neat white rectangle.
You both got in the back with enough room to battle your homey sofa nook at home.
âI donât want this to get ugly,â he started anewâhis voice still so irritatingly calm, unfairly so. âI just want to see my son-â
âHeâs not yours,â you croaked, feeling the situation slip from your fingersâbattling a drumming heart, shifty breaths, and the mean sting of tears welling up in your eyes.
âIf you try and keep him from me, Iâll sue for full custody. And given Iâm the only one out of us who isnât a pro-bono case and the only one with any future that isnât managing a register, Iâd say I have a pretty fair shot at winning.â
You canât keep from bursting out crying then, overwhelmed by the fear of losing the only thing that mattered and the pure disgust of the man whoâd given it to you. It felt like everything was tearingâyour whole lifeâcrumbling before your eyes.
âDonât cry,â he soothed, his hand coming to drape your hunched shoulders where you held your tears. âI donât want to take him away from youâŠâ His attempt did little to comfort you, but the next words had your heart grasping for what little hope they offered. âAnd Iâm not going to either.â
You looked at him through the hurt of swollen eyes, tears still falling while he wiped them away with the course pad of his thumbârubbing your cheek affectionately. In any other circumstance, youâd surely slap him, but right now, all you could do was listen.
âIâm buying a house,â he revealed, still holding your cheek and gaze. âFit for a family. Safe neighborhood, good school district, giant backyard.â The list went over your headâit was all too surreal to register. You couldnât even fathom what he was getting at until, âI want the two of you to come live there with me.â
Stunned, you remained completely silent until the tears dried, and he let go of your face.Â
âYou donât have to say anything right now.â He reaches across you and fetches the seatbelt before coming back over you to click it in place. âIâll go get Junior and drive you home. Just stay here.â
You do as suggested and stay seated as he pops his door open and leavesâfeeling all but cemented in place as your thoughts go tumbling around and around as if caught in a rip curl. When Junior jumps in beside you, a farfetched smile is all you can offer. Thankfully, heâs so enamored by a toy heâd gotten to notice much of your state.
When your door opens again, youâre led out and onto your neighborhood street. The fresh air does little to clear your mind. Feeling all but feverish as you hold Junior's small hand in yours while the man of your nightmares smiles all too fondly at the two of you.
âIâll come pick you up after your shift on Monday.,â he says decidedlyâcheerfully as he ruffles Juniorâs hair enough to make him giggle. âBring the rascal with you, and he can pick his room first.â
You werenât planning on staying. You were never planning on stayingâcertain you would leave the second the opportunity to skip town aroseâyou just need to scramble the money together first.Â
But the house was huge⊠nothing you could ever dream of, and while it made you desperate with grief, you couldnât deny it eitherâŠÂ Junior really loved having a dad.
It nearly brought sick to your throat to call him that. It was a shot through the heart every time you heard Juniorâs boyish call, squealing with giggles, saying âDaddy, daddy, daddy-â
None of it seemed right to you. Seeing his bright smile, now at the age where a new tooth fell out every other weekâlooking so goofy as he proudly shows the two of you the new one heâd just knocked out playing soccer at school. âMommy, Daddy, look!â
Whatâs worse is that you can't even deny how good the man you hate is at it allâspoiling him with gifts and making him laughâgiving piggyback ride after air-plane flight after tickle-fight and a game of tag and hideânâseek.Â
And itâs not just the easy stuff. Heâs good at the shit that used to make you go crazyâputting him to bed, getting him dressed, making him eat the right stuff, and not just scuffle down candy. Itâs as if the two of them have developed a secret language youâre not a part of. If Junior werenât a toddler, youâd even suspect heâd been bribed and told to do his best to make you lose your mind. But no, itâs just reality.
The man you live with drives and picks your son up from school as if heâd done it since he was born, goes with you to meet the teacher if and when he gets into trouble and helps the two of you pick out the right shoesâshoes that you can now afford, thanks to him.
âI thought I might sleep in the master bedroom tonight.â He says, leaning against the frame in the doorway.
Youâd been living there a month now. Heâd been generous enough to sleep in the guest room up until now.
You donât know how to deny him. It feels as if anything you might say would just be ignored or threatened until you eventually took it back. You didnât want him in your bedâyou didnât want him in the same houseâin fact, preferably, youâd want him to be six feet deep in the dirt.
You end up not answering. But heâs used to that by now.Â
âI get itâŠâ he says, taking steps into the room youâd wrongfully thought was your safe space. âYou donât trust me.â He sits down at the edge of the bed and reaches out across the sheets. Youâre too late to pull your feet to yourself before he has one in his hand. He doesnât do much but stroke it. âBut you can.â
The sincerity in his eyes makes you want to gouge them out. Itâs all been some cruel joke ever since you moved inâall the pleasantries and presents, as if trying to distract you from the past. Your wardrobe is chockfull of it, and so is Juniorâs roomâfilled to the brim with lies.
âIâm never gonâ hurt you.â Another lie. âI did you wrong once, and Iâll spend the rest of my life makinâ up for it.âÂ
You want to shake your head, laugh in his faceâanything to reject it. But youâre terrified of what he might do if you didnât play along. The threat of losing Junior is enough to make you cooperative.
âI know Iâve not been fairâpushinâ you into all of this so fast.â He gets down on his knees on the floor as if praying, right down beside you. âI took advantage of a vulnerable situation âcause Iâm an impatient assholeâbut I promise youââ He takes your hand in both of his. âIf you give me the chance, Iâm gonâ make our lives together like somethinâ outaâ a fuckinâ fairytaleâall that happily ever after shit and more, just like you always wanted.â
The kiss he presses upon your knuckles beckons goosebumps to rise all across you. All his words feel like a bad script read by an even worse actorâin fact, this whole thing feels like a prank. And still, it doesnât surprise youâheâs been laughing at you ever since you were children.
And now, laughing still, only with a fucking ringbox in his hand.
âI want Junior to see us as a united front. I donât want him askinâ question why we ainât sleepinâ in the same bed, why we fight behind locked doors, why you cry in the bathroom.âÂ
He pops the black velvet lid and reveals something so outrages it almost looks tacky lying there in a plush bed of red silk.
âI want us to be happy.â He picks the little thing out and holds it up between his thumb and index, still holding your hand in the other. âI want us to be real.â You can almost see your life flash before your eyes as it threatens your ring finger. âLetâs make us real.â
You donât say anything as he eases the tiny hoop on, sliding it all the way back until it sits snugly right at your knuckleâdazzling in the dark. A tiny tear slips down your cheekâequally dazzling.
He played some with the digitâa smile on his face.Â
âLooks good on you, Mrs.â As he calls you by his last name you almost shake the ring off as if it burned to wear, but it all gets lost when he rushes forward and locks his lips with yours.
You yelp against his mouth, kept from turning away by the large hand holding your jaw, threatening to seize your throat and squeeze. You remember how it had felt. You donât want more of a reminder, so you intercept his tongue with yours before he forced it down your throat.
He groans at the warm welcome, and your entire body shudders in memory.
You hadnât let anyone touch you since that time five years ago. It had left a poor taste in your mouth, and the hunger for it had never come back.
You choke it down now as he climbs on top.Â
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The loud thumping wakes you up, and you blink tiredly as the sound persists. You look at your ceiling for a second before you realize someone is knocking at your door. You groan, bringing your duvet over your ear as you snuggle in again.
âLeave me alone,â you mumble against your pillow as the knocking becomes more forceful.
Suddenly thereâs silence, and when you finally think that whoever is bothering you has left, the knocking starts again.
You groan, cursing under your breath as you stand up, grabbing your gun from your vanity. You walk to your front door, opening it angrily.
âWhat-â your outburst dies down at your lips when you lock eyes with the last person youâd expected to see standing outside your apartment, but one youâd longed for, for years.
Your first instinct is to panic, thereâs no way you were conscious. The person standing at your door was supposed to be dead.
So you raise your gun up, hand trembling, âThis isnât real.â you choke out, and Vander raises his hands slowly, opening his mouth to speak but you cut him off, âYouâre not real, youâre not here.â There are tears dripping down your cheeks, the gun threatening to fall from your hand with how much you were shaking âY-youâre dead, this canât-â you clutch at your chest, heaving, and Vanderâs hands grab at your shoulders when your knees buckle,
âMy love,â The gun slips from your shaky grip and falls to the floor the moment the words leave his mouth. His voice, god fuck, his voice. Youâve dreamed of it, youâre certain youâve heard it, back when the grief first clawed at your heart, when the illusions spilled into reality to try to mend what was broken.
But this sounded too real, and you gasped when his hand cupped your cheek, thumb wiping the tears that wouldnât stop falling. âDarling, my darling girl. Itâs me,â the sweet but rough sound of his voice sent shivers down your back, and you wanted to drown in it, you wanted to hear it again and again and again until you couldnât anymore. You blinked rapidly, tears blurring your vision as your eyes danced across his features, the five bright white dots across his forehead would have confused you, if you werenât on the verge of a panic attack.
You didnât realize youâd raised your hand to cover his, until you felt the warmth of his hand under your skin. âS-stop, this isnât real, this isnât real, this isnât real,â you squeezed your eyes shut, whispering frantically in order to wake up from this sickly realistic dream, to end this before you woke up and missed his touch again. And yet you craved more, desperately running your hands down his sides, back up to his chest, his shoulders, his back.
God, he felt real, and he was so warm, not like the previous dreams youâve had when he was always cold, just a silhouette of the man you loved. He even smelled like your Vander. A sob broke through you, and you threw your hands around his neck, crying against his chest. Even if this wasnât real, youâd still take advantage of this opportunity to feel close to him one last time.
You tried not to cry harder when his arms immediately circled around your torso, hugging you tight to him as you both slipped down to the floor, âShh sh, love itâs me. Please, look at me,â
âIf I do then Iâll wake up and youâll be gone.â you muttered against his chest, nuzzling closer to him, âLet me have this, just for a moment.â
âYou have me, forever.â His rough gravelly voice vibrated against your chest as he spoke, his breath hitting your ear as he nuzzled against your hair, his hands running up and down your back, spreading warmth everywhere.
Too real, too real, too real.
âI miss you so much. I-I canât-â you take a shuddering breath in, âI canât live without you. I need you back, please. Please, Iâll do anything.â
âMy love, my heart. You beautiful, stunning creature. Look at me, I beg you.â
You could feel him leaning away just so he could cup your jaw, lifting your head up softly, so so softly.
Please.
âLook at me.â he mutters, the softness of his request filled with desperation. You slowly open your eyes, blinking away your tears, gaze immediately locking with his.
Your lips part as you take him in. The color of his eyes was much greyer than you remembered. You raised your hand to follow each feature, each wrinkle of his. After a moment, You brought your other hand up, as well, cupping both his cheeks in your hands, feeling his stubble prickle at your palms. âVander⊠This- this canât be real.â you move to pull away but he cups both your hands, keeping you in place, leaning his forehead against yours, âIt can, it is. Iâm here honey. Iâm here.â
You canât help but stare at his lips, watching them move as he speaks, your mind trying to make sense of what youâre seeing, hearing, feeling.
Please.
You canât let yourself get too hopeful because this isnât possible, and he seems to get it too, so he starts explaining.
He tells you everything. How he was on the verge of death, how a man, Singed, found him, turned him into something vile, but the mutation kept him alive, even if he wasnât entirely himself. He tells you about how all he felt was pain, but you and the kids were the only thing in his mind the whole time, trying to block away everything else. Tells you about Powder, Vi, and Isha, how they found him, brought him somewhere, a colony of some sort. A man, the Herald, helped him, and â..honest to God he kind of scares me, but it-it didnât matter then, and it doesnât matter now because Iâm here. Iâm here with you.â
Please.
You donât realize youâve lost track of time until youâre looking at yourself. You blink quickly, eyebrows furrowing, but then you realize youâre looking at yourself in the mirror. Vander is still holding you tightly, and the side of your face is pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he whispers sweet nothings against the crown of your head. You stay there, listening to his voice and his heart for what feels like forever.
He grabs your shoulders, pulling you away from him just enough for him to look at you in the eyes, âAre you okay?â he asks, but his voice is muffled, sounding too far away. You blink slowly up at him and he frowns sadly.
âI missed you so much. Even in death I missed you, but I wasnât selfish enough to wish I could see you again because that would mean youâd-â he cuts himself off, the strands of his hair moving as he shakes his head, eyes clenched shut as if to rid himself of that painful thought. âI-Iâm here. Iâm real. Darling, Iâm alive, and I need you to know this.â
His eyes are pained as he stares down at you, once again cupping your jaw, thumb caressing your cheekbone âSay something.â
âI love you.â
His face immediately crumbles, eyebrows squeezing together as his tears start falling, and he tucks his head against the place between your neck and shoulder, crying as he squeezes you impossible tighter, âI love you.â he chokes out, and you feel him pepper soft kisses over your skin, the brokenness of his voice bringing fresh tears to your eyes as well.
You donât know how long you stay tangled together like this, just holding each other, but Vander leans back suddenly, looking at you with so much adoration that it makes you want to scream. âHi,â he mumbles, petting your hair softly, his other hand drawing circles on your back.
You start pressing soft kisses all over his face, not being able to contain your affection, and he closes his eyes, laughing giddily, the deep sound traveling over your skin, spreading warmth everywhere. God, youâve missed this, missed him. âHi.â you mutter, pressing one last kiss at the corner of his mouth.
His puffy eyes glance down at your lips, âCan I-â
âPlease.â
He kisses you.
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