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crystalflygeo · 7 months ago

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Last of her kind Emperor!Alpha!Zhongli + Omega!Dragoness!Reader

cw/tags: Your usual mentions of slavery and sexual themes, A/B/O dynamics and heat mentions. Also allusions to depression and mentions of death.

notes: Aahahaha this took forever..... allow me top explain: first of all my new job is killing me and second of all I'm going through a hard period where I don't really like anything I write anymore. This work in particularly I kept struggling with the pacing, the dialogues, the way I wanted feelings to come across or scenes to flow it's just hhhnnnggg. I told a couple of friends that I set the bar so high with the first part I feel like nothing else I write will be that good. Then the second part was "ok" but cut off in a cliffhanger and has been there for SO LONG that now I feel this will be underwhelming after all the buildup//hit

I hope it's not. I hope it's good.

Anyway this part is in Zhongli's pov and contains flashbacks which will be fully in italics! Enjoy! and thanks for caring so much about this story ;w; ILU all <3

<- Part 2.

Your instincts mess up with your head.

Your crying and anxiety have simmered to a cold numbness.

Hours blur together, time loses meaning.

The doctor comes by sometimes. The maids bring you food. But everything feels… off, distant.

This doesn’t feel… like your usual heats.

You curl up and sob, a choked soft noise.

You don’t feel hot, but rather cold. Limbs weak. Dizzy.

Your heart aches.

You’re so tired.

And so sleepy…

Zhongli puts down the seal stamp and deflates back into his chair with a sigh, he must have read the same line at least five times already. He cannot concentrate at all. It’s not even been three days and each hour, each minute, feels eternal.

He’s already gotten so used to your presence, so smitten with you and your little quirks, your rare smiles, the way your ears and tail flicker, your pretty eyes…

And he remembers those same eyes begging for him, teary. Your pitiful cry. Your distressed scent.

Guilt eats at him. As well as something else…

He’s been restless, barely slept. Your scent is a siren’s song on the blankets, tart and fresh and tantalizing, but you are not with him. Anxious energy flows in his veins. This emotion, this thing that is like regret and sorrow and fear all tangled together, cleaves him through. His instincts are screaming at him, rattling inside a cage of his own making. His mate, his precious Omega is in heat, you’re scared and lonely and need him. Zhongli has to suppress a growl and feel the shudder of his scales at the fact that he’s not with you. In your nest. Taking care of you.

It’s agonizing.

"How is she?"

The same question, over and over, at any chance he gets.

"She refuses to eat, your majesty." Xiao tells him, and he can feel the concern in the younger Alpha’s voice. “According to the maids she only took a few bites of the ajilenak nuts, the rest of the food was left untouched.”

…

"She's um... she's always sleeping when I go check up on her." Ganyu explains a little crestfallen. She too is worried. “A-at least I think she’s in no pain… she was clinging to one of your hanfus.”

…

"You should go see her, Zhongli." Ping states, a rare serious expression on her usual gentle factions. “Baizhu says she’s going through the worst case of separation sickness he’s ever seen. Is that really what you want your poor Yin to go through?”

He lets out a frustrated rumble.

“Of course not. But it’s for the best, I don’t want to… take advantage of her, or force her to anything.” Zhongli frowns, trying to focus on the papers in front of him again, in an attempt to ignore her piercing gaze.

“Is it really any of that if she wants her mate?” Ping retorts. “She was begging you.”

I know.

He growls this time, and shakes his head at his memory of you. It haunts him.

“She doesn’t know what she wants.”

“So, you’re deciding for her then? Is that it? Honestly, are you listening to yourse-”

“She’s been conditioned to serve.” He cuts her off, voice grave and somber. “Trained to be submissive and please. She likes me simply because I’m kind to her, she wants me because she thinks it’s her obligation as my mate. I feel the pull of the bond too, the need, the yearning. But I also know she is afraid of Alphas and she thinks… she thinks she has to obey me. That she owes me something or that own her.” His eyes narrow. “I didn’t need to bond her. I shouldn’t have bonded her. I just… wanted her to be free and instead I chained her to me. And now she’s in heat…”

And it drives him insane.

“Listen to me, we’ve both spent time with her, enough to know she’s opening up and learning to voice her feelings…” Ping reasons gently. “It’s a slow process, don’t hurt her this way. At the very least… go see her.”

“I lost control once with just one kiss from her. I will not do it again. I will not harm her any further.”

The elderly woman keeps silent for a few moments. Zhongli sighs and rests his forehead in his palm in defeat.

And then Ganyu approaches, a little tense, a stack of papers in her hands.

“Your majesty, the Qixing are starting to arrive, council meeting will begin soon.”

“Very well. Thank you Ganyu.” He stands up and nods at her, then turns to Ping and his demeanor softens a little. “You know I just want to correct my mistakes, and give her the life she deserves. At least a fraction of it, of happiness.”

It wasn’t supposed to go this way… Zhongli sighed as he walked up to the room where the “reunion” with the sumerian would take place. It was long overdue seeing as he had spent the night by your side, refusing to leave after you had cried and begged so desperately…

After he had bonded you.

He had initially taken the eremite’s claims with a grain of salt, but naturally he had to make sure. The last dragonblood had supposedly died decades ago, so how…?

And yet when he saw you for the first time in that room, he knew.

You were real, you were beautiful. Suddenly he felt a million things at once: He wanted to get to know you, stay close to you, protect you. Old draconic instinct vibrating excitedly on his soul. You smelled vaguely familiar, your tail was gorgeous, your ears adorable. What if you didn’t like him though? What if he harmed you? Scared you? Suddenly he was nervous, nervous of ruining this, nervous in a way he hadn’t been in so long, like when he’d been young and Liyue had been at war and he had lost everything to fire and smoke and dust and he had to make difficult decisions and-

He had always calculated his moves. No room for risks. Too much at stake.

But you, you disarmed him. Completely.

You, with your polite gentleness despite the obvious cracks beneath the surface.

You, with your beautiful looks and enormous potential, even if you didn’t see it yourself.

You, with that look of yearning and hope, with your soft lips and sweet moans, with your warm body fitting perfectly against his.

For once, he allowed himself to make a decision with his heart, not logic, not politics. Just instincts.

And he claimed you…

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He enters the room. A couple Millelith soldiers stationed by the door, Xiao standing by his side loyally as he sits at his place of honor as the emperor. Your ‘master’, an Alpha eremite named Zaheer, kneels respectfully a little below.

“I see you liked her, your majesty” He offers a sly smirk. “Did she satisfy you properly? She’s been trained on her gag reflexes to-”

Zhongli -Morax- resists the urge to growl. “We are not here to discuss that.”

“Ah, of course, business!”

Business.

“Since she’s such an exotic and well-trained slave I suppose we could agree on…”

“Do you think of me an idiot, Zaheer?” Morax’s eyes narrow.

“P-Pardon me?”

“She is a pureblood xiānshòu. I want to know exactly how she ended up being enslaved by you and your people.”

Cold and calculating golden eyes stare down at the eremite.

“W-What… she’s desert-born!” Zaheer retorts back angrily “She was born at a heat house. Maybe she has traits from your people because one of them decided to get a cheap fuck while traveling.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Morax asks unfazed “Liyue has records of the last of her kind disappearing and presumably being murdered when a village near Sumeru borders was razed to the ground. Do you have a disclosure?”

Zaheer stands up and growls, clearly an Alpha not used to having to bow his head and accept things not going his way.

Clearly an Alpha used to intimidating and attacking others.

Xiao wields his spear and changes his stance to an offensive one. The Millelith guards also tense.

Zaheer gets even more irritated, feeling like a caged animal. Backed into a corner. “Emperor or not” He starts through gritted teeth. “If you’re not going to pay me then I’ll take my merchandise back and do business elsewhere where I’m not being accused of ridiculous claims.”

“You’re right that I won’t be doing any business with you, but we’ll see how ridiculous those claims truly are. Zaheer, by my word as the emperor you will now remain detained in Liyue.” Morax sentences.

The eremite’s red eyes widen in shock and rage and the desert-dweller shoots up to attack Morax, getting easily overpowered and neutralized by Xiao’s quick moves. In seconds his weapon drops to the floor as the Yaksha general points his spear at the unconscious man. The Millelith quickly retrieve him and the blade before Morax simply nods at them.

Months. It had been months since then and he had to begrudgingly release the man as no accusation connected him to anything. They were essentially out of leads. There did appear to be documentation of your birth at a desert village but Zhongli would be hard pressed to believe the half-assed story you’ve been told…

And since you are pureblood, then both of your parents, and most importantly your dam, was also a dragonblood. That’s at the very least one Liyue citizen enslaved in a foreign nation.

He would get to the bottom of this.

For now, however, he had to cast those worries aside.

The Seven members of the council sit around the large table, the Liyue Qixing, leaders of all the commerce and trade sectors of the nation.

Zhongli takes his place at the head of the table. Ganyu does so as well by the sideline.

“Very well, what’s our first topic today?”

“Did Master just… leave?”

There was silence at the table, Zhongli and Ping sit frozen and you get just a bit nervous.

It’d been a few days since you started your new life, and though Zhongli was sure you were warming up to it he knew you still had a long way to go. It was probably still a little surreal for you… such a big change from everything you knew.

The tension on his shoulders quickly drops again. He continues eating. “Yes.” He says simply. Ping follows his lead, saying nothing.

The faster you forget about that eremite, the better.

“Hm…” You continue eating as well. Your expression is a little conflicted…

You inhale.

“Was he… happy… that I finally found a mate?”

Zhongli turns to you sharply and tenses again like a cat bristling. He holds back his tongue so as to not say something he’d regret. Why do you still care about that despicable man’s opinion? Why do you still seek his approval? Did you really think he cared about you? Zhongli desperately wants to make you understand how that slave-owner only saw you as an object, how he fed you lies, how his mistreatment is inexcusable…

But he can only imagine how deep your scars run, and how that toxic mindset has settled and accompanied you for years. He cannot judge you for caring about someone who doesn’t deserve it.

“Why do you ask, dear?” Ping asks instead.

“I don’t know…” You mumble, poking at the congee with your spoon. “I always wanted to make him proud.”

Proud.

Him?

“I think what matters most is how you feel.” Zhongli says, his hand reaching out for yours invitingly and you place your fingers on his palm, getting a soft reassuring squeeze. “You don’t need to rely on how others view you or think about you.”

You seem thoughtful for a second, your ears flickering back insecure but then standing up alert again. “I am happy” You admit. “Very happy. I have the best mate in the world.” You smile brightly.

Zhongli’s heart does a flip.

“With the excessive rains in the northern villages, there have been many floods and a lot of crops have been severely damaged or lost. Our previous contingency plan is in action already and donations are being sent to help the affected families. However, we must prepare for a decline in the harvest of certain grains and vegetables this season, as well as an increase in prices for a few months due to the shift in demand and supply.” Keqing explains expertly, the young alpha’s expression is serious and solemn.

“It’s an opportunity to strengthen commerce with Mondstadt and Sumeru.” Ningguang chimes in, leaning back on her chair, arms crossed. “The value of jade and other crystals is on the rise as well.”

“Not to mention, we’ll be employing several architects from the Akademiya to help with the rebuilding.” Keqing adds, turning to Ganyu, who nods.

“Greater lord Rukkhadevata and lesser Lord Kusanali have agreed on a certain exchange program with Liyue. I started drafting up some proposals already if you’d like to see.” The blue-haired secretary passes along some documents.

Ningguang’s eyes skim along the page. “It’s almost like our new Sumeru-born empress was a sign.” She smirks. “By the way, where is she?” She turns to Zhongli, curious about her fellow Omega.

“She’s rather indisposed at the moment.” The emperor replies dryly, not wanting to delve much onto the touchy subject. “Ganyu this looks good, however we need to think about-”

There is a knock that quickly surprises everyone. Who could interrupt a council meeting and why?

Baizhu peeks in with Changsheng curled around his neck, a frown on his usually gentle features. “Your majesty, a word. It’s an emergency.”

All the members at the table stare silently as Zhongli stands and follows the doctor.

Ganyu has a bad feeling…

“We have no time, follow me.” The green-haired doctor walks briskly along the wooden corridors, he looks… frustrated, dejected.

“What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t want to panic. He never panics. But something inside him does. It’s obvious that this has to do with you.

“I apologize, your majesty. I thought it was just a case of separation sickness but… the empress is showing signs of widow’s wasting.”

Zhongli stops.

His heart skips a beat. His skin prickles with dread.

“She’s… dying?”

Baizhu shakes his head. “It hasn’t reached that point yet, but… she’s deteriorating.”

The guilt is back. The fear.

“Given what happened, I’m pretty certain the shock of your rejection was the trigger. Still, it is highly unusual for a Yin to suffer from widow’s wasting without their partner actually dying, even more so for it to settle so quickly. Her reaction is akin to someone who had never left their mate’s side for years.” Baizhu explains.

You trusted him.

And he turned his back on you.

What have I done?

“In any casssse, it’ssss not too late.” Changsheng’s little voice pipes in. Baizhu keeps leading the way and Zhongli follows, though he obviously knows the entire palace like the palm of his hand, at the moment his thoughts are scattered and far far away.

“She needs her mate’s reassurance. I have done what I can with medicine but this is a bonded pair matter.” Finally, he stops at a juncture and turns to Zhongli. “Please, your majesty, only you can save her. I will tell Ganyu, Xiao and Ping of the situation, and if you need anything, just ask.”

Zhongli nods, mute.

The snake narrows her eyes. “Don’t leave her sssside.”

“Changsheng.” Baizhu shushes.

She is right to chastise him. He deserves that and more.

“I won’t.” Zhongli nods and heads down the hall.

Widow’s wasting.

The words echo in his head. He’s seen the damage it can do. How a broken bond, the loss of the most important person, can destroy someone inside. Did you really care that much about him? Did he really hurt you that badly?

“Please…”

He didn’t mean to.

“I have the best mate in the world.”

He feels like a monster.

“I want to stay with you. Sleep together. Like mates.”

He needs to see you. He needs to make sure you’re ok…

He stands in front of the nest room. The same one where he first met you.

Opening the doors only slightly to slip inside, Zhongli's eyes widen and a hand flies to cover his nose and mouth when a strong smell shakes him to his very core.

The room he expected to be completely saturated with intense heat pheromones… instead bears the acrid scent of despair.

This isn’t the lustful call to breed and have children that made an omega vulnerable and pliant. No. It is a desperate cry from a heartbroken omega for their mate to come back, to stay with them, to love and protect them. It is grief.

You are suffering because of him.

To think all this time… he was afraid he'd make you uncomfortable. That he’d scare you, hurt you, ruin the bond you’ve carefully built. Instead, he is overcome by an all-consuming terror. Every part of him screaming at his mate's weak essence.

And there you are, his precious treasure, his sweet dragoness.

You lay curling in on yourself letting out small muffled sobs.

“Y/n…”

No reaction.

“Darling, my dear dragoness…” He rushes up to you immediately, grabs your hand and pets your hair. You look so weak, your skin is feverish, how has it only been three days? It feels like a lifetime…

You shift a little and your eyes blink open, staring at him dazed, red and puffy and your expression defeated. You let out a pitiful whine and more of that bitter sad scent is released.

“No my dear, don’t cry, I’m here. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Zhongli coos as he curls up to you, frantically starting to scent and nip at your neck and shoulders affectionately. His horns manifest and his tail follows through, lashing about a little restless. The bond… feels wrong, broken. He should be able to intimately feel you this close and yet…

He tries to reposition you a little so you can lie on top of him, rest on his chest. It’s concerning how easily he can do so, you’re like a ragdoll in his arms, unresponsive and unmoving. His hands cup your face, thumbs rubbing at the traces of tears in your cheeks. You let out a frustrated whimper. “Shhhh shh it’s okay. I’m so sorry.”

Even if he says it a million times, it won’t feel enough.

Zhongli nuzzles at your neck and proceeds to do something he hasn’t done since he was practically a teen. He purrs. It’s a little rusty, comes off more as a grumbling but it seems to work as he feels you relax just slightly in his arms.

“I’m right here” Zhongli’s deep voice assures you, tugging you closer, mouthing at the soft skin along your collarbone. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m all yours, I promise, I promise. I won’t leave you alone, not ever.” He soothes.

He lowers a bit of your clothes at the shoulder and grazes his fangs along your faded mark, you tense and let out a long shaky breath.

“Everything will be ok.” He kisses the spot. “I’m sorry.”

And then he sinks his fangs in to reestablish the claim.

You cry out in pain and squirm, clawing at his clothes, but he holds you, his hand rubbing circles at your back, his tail intertwining with yours.

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At first nothing changes, but after a few moments… a low strained purr bubbles up from within you again.

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oksana-moods · 4 months ago

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All Too Well

Summary: Natasha tried to mend what's left broken. Because no matter what, she's the love of your life and she knows all too well.

A/N: It's been forever. This 5k piece felt like I was writing 300k, it was difficult, funny, hard and I miss doing this more often. I hope you guys like it and please, it be amazing for me to know your thoughts about it.

You can read it as One Too Many part 2 or as a single piece, it is up to you.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, mentions of death, alcohol, angst (you know how I am, I can't simply write people kissing without suffering before).

"Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place"

The gun pointing at your face barely meters away should be intimidating, but at this point no one would blame you for not caring anymore. And you didn’t even mean the last couple of days, no, your whole life had been a fight, a struggle, an act of survival after another, so the last few days were nothing but the same blur.

The gunpower inundated your nostrils and the pungent smell masqueraded the smell of blood that clung to your brain and you were sure you wouldn’t erase it even if you got out of your current establishment.

Your heightened senses were capable of decerning all the different blood samples available in your cell: yours and from other occupants that came before you, or the blood that belonged to some of your kidnappers, who’ve learned in the worst possible way that you were not to be underestimated.

Back to the gun, the man behind it kept enchanting the same questions and you wondered how long it would take for them to get tired of your silence or mock replies. A sharp pain in the back of your head made you look up to meet his eyes, another man behind you was forcefully pulling your hair down to force your head up and you were already tired of him doing this.

“Where are the others?” The man with the gun asked, patience waning thin. Good to know you were on the same page. “Where is Romanoff?”

A blooded grin made its way to your face after you spat on his shoe. “It’s funny you think I’ll tell you now after all you’ve put me through. Do you think I’m afraid of your bullet?” And you didn’t even mean the fact that you probably wouldn’t die if he decided to shoot anywhere else other than your head, but you did mean that you were not afraid of dying.

Actually, you were so tired that perhaps laying down cold wouldn’t be unwelcomed. There wouldn’t be any pain, your body wouldn’t try to heal only to get hurt again. You thought it would be refreshing.

Two steps and the man pressed the gun over your knee, and you already knew, his wicked grin grew wider when your body convulsed with pain even though you concealed your scream in muffled grunts by biting your lips so tide you tasted your own blood, again.

“Why don’t you make it easier for you? You tell me what I’ve asked, and I kill you fast.” He pulled a chair and got comfortable for he knew all too well you wouldn’t budge easy. “I promise you. One silver bullet in your temple. Fast. Easy.”

Your eyes flashed to his. Silver bullets were really affective against your healing skills and very few possessed this knowledge. Someone must’ve tipped him off and the idea stung way much more than the powder burning the flesh inside your knee.

Only two women knew your weakness. Well, your creators knew, of course, but they were not in condition of speaking anymore. Unless someone from this organization was capable of going to hell to have a chat and then return to the living world with this intel.

Your love for Yelena was something so natural and it grew so fast for she was just deranged as you were: uncapable of functioning as what people labeled as normal. You were kindred souls and you felt like you were twins separated somewhere along the road and considering both of your past, who actually knew?

After long nights during long missions, you confided in her this. You were scared of losing control because sometimes the beast inside you took over and your brain couldn’t always sway the instincts. So you handed her one silver bullet in case things went south, she was adamant in returning it to you but you asked her to keep it, for insurance.

And the other person was Natasha. You never knew how she learned this but when she recruited you many, many years ago she already knew. If the pain in your leg wasn’t so overwhelming, you could’ve laughed at the memory engulfing your mind’s eye.

Her tide catsuit adorned with nothing but her black widow symbol, swaying her hips and pretending she wasn’t scared of the woman seated in front of her. You remember how her fear smelled, a stark contrast to her pose. You recall her words, her smile, her flirtatious play all to convince you to use your skills to her so called greater good.

And before leaving, she boldly closed the distance between you and placed a silver bullet in your hand. You understood the message. You weren’t stupid. Later she sworn that she was the only one, at S.H.I.E.L.D. or within Avengers, to know your weakness and you believed her.

And this belief comes back to bite you in the ass.

Because you knew full well that Yelena would die, she would kill herself even, before telling someone your secret. But Natasha? You didn’t trust her anymore. She had done it before, and you knew it all too well. If you were to be honest, after one too many treasons, you didn’t care about another.

Or so you told yourself.

“Good luck.” You rasped out after a long time inside your own head.

The man tilted his head to the side and smiled that smile that told you he already knew what you would say. You would go further and say he was eager for it. “I think in the torture manual says I should tell you that I don’t enjoy this, but I’d be lying. We actually bet how long it will take for you to drop the act and start screaming.”

You bet no one thought it would be that fast. He stumped a knife down your thigh so fast and so hard you saw stars. You could feel the silver poisoning the skin and muscle where it was nested, and it burned like nothing else would.

Unfortunately for them, the apex in you was not used to be a prey and this injury was powerful enough to make your survival instincts kick in. It happened so fast it was a haze, one minute he was laughing, the other he was on the ground - lifeless, and just as the others came, they followed their leader – well, who you thought the leader was, at least.

Funnily, your countdown was wrong, or you were not the only one putting your captors down. As the blood ran free down your leg, your strength and capability of keeping fighting diminished. When a body collided with yours, it was a miracle you were still awake.

Her red hair framed her face perfectly, skin white as snow and her green orbs looked like there was an aurora borealis looking down at you as she nested you in her lap as you felt life slipping through your fingers - veins.

“Hey, hey. Stay with me.” Her voice was strange, as if speaking was a struggle and she reeked fear, but not the same you were used to, as if she was feeling a different type of fear, it was a strange concept, but you hated it, nonetheless. If these were your last moments breathing, you wanted her true smell. The one you knew all too well.

“Please, don’t you dare die. I’ve got you.” Her muffled words found your ear, but it was hard to even comprehend anything at all when her lips felt so cold in your forehead. “Heal. Why are you not healing?”

“Silver.” It was all you could say. It was all you had to say.

She frantically started yelling at someone, perhaps the comms, but before you could close your eyes for good, you saw a red blur and he was complaining about your weight.

Her giggle filled the room as the first sun lights announced the day had just begun, you looked at her alarmed, for it was definitely something new. “Are you mocking me?” Enable to conceal a smile yourself.

“I’m not.” She denied, but her laugh told you differently. Her freckles painted her angelical face and her eyes looked like they held the sun captive. And you. And she knew, all too well. “It’s just I can’t believe you still have this scar.”

Her index finger traced said scar as she looked at you expectantly, waiting for your explanation, even though she already knew.

“I didn’t know Wanda’s necklace was made of silver, okay.” You finally replied, pulling her close to you as if her weight meant nothing, right in that moment this action felt so normal, so homely that it ached. “I thought I could take it from that heated place for her, but it burned me as I did. It was silly.”

She giggled again, though muffled by your shoulder this time, there was something new in her eyes that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. “It was cute. Silly, but cute. That necklace belonged to her mother.”

“I know.” You were locked in her eyes, and she stared at you as if she was trying to reach your soul, then you felt her fingertip leaving the palm of your hand to intertwine your fingers as she let her eyes stray to look at both of your hands.

The feeling was overwhelming. You were aware of how fast your heart was beating, you could only hope she couldn’t feel or hear it, for in that moment, all you wanted was to engrave the sight of you, together, and you wish you could just have this forever. Have her forever.

“I’ve never felt this before.” Her brows were furrowed in a way that made you upset, but you wouldn’t let go of her hand for nothing in this world, even if it was to soothe the crinkles in her forehead. “I’m in love with you.”

For a moment, there was nothing that you could do but wait for your brain to register her words and meaning, for a whole minute you simply stared at her, trying to search for a catch or a joke but you found none. And she looked up at you so innocently that you found yourself believing in her.

“I thought-.” You tried, but she never let you finish your sentence.

“I know what I said.” She stopped you midsentence, but her voice was not stern, it was almost tired. “This is not what I feel anymore.” Again, her eyes found yours and the way they shone made your knees weak, luckily you were laying on her mattress.

Somehow, they conveyed so much of this feeling she had claimed she was not capable of nurturing that your stomach did somersaults. And right in that moment, you realized that perhaps silver could hurt you, but this woman was your true weakness.

Specially if she’s looking at you the way she was.

“You already know how I feel about you.” You whispered, it was terrifying saying again the three words that you were sure would make her fly away from this strange arrangement you found yourself in. Yet she didn’t.

“I know.” She confirmed after a while admiring your eyes as if she could read your mind. After deciding she was content with whatever she found, she leaned in and pecked your lips so tenderly it hurt.

Then, when she looked at you again you saw, from the small smirk growing in her lips, that she had gone back to play her prime character: the Black Widow.

“Let’s have a breakfast before the funeral, shall we?” As she got of the bad, you copied her movements going back to your own suitcase to find something comfortable as her voice broke the silence filling the room. “I never asked how you and Sharon became friends to the point you’d come to a funeral of her relative.”

The cleanliness of the room was the first thing you were aware of. In fact, you didn’t even realize you were awake, therefore alive, before the smell hit your nostrils. And with it, her scent.

The occasional up and down from her feet and bouncing leg was the only sound in the room except for the noise coming from the heart monitor over your head. She was anxious, that much was obvious even if you weren’t an enhanced being.

Mentally searching for your injuries and pain, you understood that whatever had happened with you, was all gone. Excluding the lingering pain in some specific places that you credited to silver induced wounds that would take way much more time to wear off.

However, considering the state you were in, whoever tended these wounds had operated a true miracle.

As you opened your eyes, you half expected bright lights, common to these hospital rooms to hurt your eyes, but you soon identified that the only source of light was a yellow bulb close to the door.

Natasha.

“Thanks for working the lights down.” You rasped out and stifled a giggle as she jumped from her chair by the wall and bolted to your bed side. The book previously nested between her hands now long forgotten on the floor.

The iron grip which she clutched your hand didn’t go amiss to you. “A week.” The sadness in her eyes was palpable. “A whole week blacked out.” She explained further but you didn’t need to know the details of how long you were sleeping or how many times your heart stopped at surgery.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Then it hit you, the same type of fear your nose caught when she found you in that facility, it was fear but not the one someone feels when they’re actively facing danger, but it was fear for someone else. Fear of losing someone.

Something stirred inside your heart, but it was something that you couldn’t dwell much longer, not, at least, in that moment.

“They had me, after you sent me as scout.” Your tone was flat, and her eyes widened a little at the bluntness of your accusation, though you were far from settling for little. “They knew about the silver.”

Her hold faltered, but your hand was still snuggled between hers. “What are you accusing me of?” She narrowed her eyes, but her green orbs were bright even in the poor light.

“Cynicism doesn’t suit you the way you think it does.” Before you could even pull back your hand, she completely let it go and got to her feet. “Look at my eyes and tell me that you actually didn’t let them get me, just to find their hideout.”

She had her back turned to you, acutely avoiding your gaze. “Look at me!” You demanded and she had the gall to look at you through her lashes, as if her seductive skills could help her now. You wouldn’t fall for that, and she knew it all too well.

“It wasn’t my intention for you to be captured and I never thought someone else would know about your weakness. I thought I was the only one alive to know.” She finally turned to you, eyes now darting around the floor as if it could grant her the answers she sought.

“Lena knows too.” You corrected her, but if she was surprised by your update, she never showed.

Shaking her head right to left as if to deny such possibility, she exclaimed. “She’d never do this to you.” It was funny that at least in this matter you agreed. “I think she loves you more than she loves me.” A sly smile escaped her lips and you had to restrain your heart from fluttering at the sight of it.

“I was waiting for your check-in. I went to your assigned coordinates, and I know I underestimated their numbers, but I would never let someone capture you.” Her feet dragged her back close to your bed but maintained some distance between you.

“It wouldn’t be the first time.” You shot back without missing a single beat, crossing your arms around your chest.

She sighed tiredly and looked down at the floor. You wouldn’t let her forget that she was the main cause for you to be locked in the Raft, well, her and your support for Steve when Ross tried to shove the Sokovian Accords down your throat, and solely because you shared his point of view.

After being controlled for most of your life by a group with shady intentions, you swore you’d never submit your loyalty and services to a third party again, even if it was a government group – specially a government group, actually, so only over your dead body you’d accept the Accords.

But when you came back to see if Natasha was fine, she had gone without thinking that you were left behind and in the care of Ross to be taken to the Raft with the others, without sparing a single thought to you.

“I’d never ever willingly put you in danger.” She said taking another step closer to you. “I have never mentioned to anyone about your secret, and I purposefully kept it out of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s files.”

Her eyes kept darting from her hands to your eyes, never focusing, never staying too long. “Look, I know Yelena would never speak about it, but I wouldn’t either. And I didn’t, you must believe me!”

“I must?” Your eyebrows shot up so high so fast it hurt. “Well, you made it pretty damn hard for me to believe, don’t you think, Nat?” Your tone was hard, but you were not even speaking too loud.

Somehow, Natasha thought this hurt way much more.

“C’mon all I feel for you-” She tried to counter, but you wanted to swallow the lump stuck in your throat trying to choke you, so you cut her midsentence.

“Words, Natasha.” She found herself locked within your burning eyes. “I kept you as an oath, yet you hid me like another dirty secret. And all you’ve felt you kept hidden – buried – just as who you really are.”

After years thinking about how she lured and how she hurt you, you thought that maybe spatting what your relationship really was – a hidden lust, would make you feel better, would free yourself from her hold, but it didn’t.

After all, calling her unfair wouldn’t change how lonely she made you feel, how she took your happiness away whenever she drew herself back to her main character as she left you daydreaming about imaginary scenarios built in “what ifs”.

As your words found her ears, they settled heavily in her stomach. She knew she had massed up, she had hurt you many times, yet all she wanted was go back in time and erase all her wrongs and all the times she promised and never delivered.

She didn’t possess a time stone, though. There was nothing she could do about the past, however, she knew she couldn’t run from her mistakes anymore. If she wanted to start anew, she’d have to show she was different.

She wanted to, no, she needed you to understand that she was a whole new person because you’ve changed her. She didn’t want to hide anymore and for that she’d have to let go of her walls and be vulnerable. Truly vulnerable.

Funnily, she had played with her vulnerability before, being vulnerable just enough for people to lower their shields or masks so she could get what she wanted but this was something else entirely.

This time she wouldn’t act. She’d be vulnerable, at your mercy hoping she’d make it out alive on the other side. It was something new and it scared her, but losing you was scarier.

“I didn’t know you came back to check on Barton…” She tried weakly, knowing that this was a sore subject for the both of you. Each with your own views and reasons.

“I helped Clint, yes, but we went back looking for you. Yet, Ross was all we’ve found.” Your glare was cold, perhaps colder than ever. In the pit of her stomach, she knew she deserved it, she just wish you could move on with it.

“I was wrong, okay. Is that what you want to hear?” She snapped, though her voice was still in a low tone, eyes sad. And you hated it. “I’m sorry for leaving. I’m sorry for not going after you that day at the airport or at the Raft.”

Her eyes fell once more to your hands, she slowly nursed them in hers and this action was so soft, so hesitantly as if she was afraid of you taking it away; afraid of you shutting her down once more.

“I wish I could do things differently, but I can’t, and for that I’m sorry. But I- I wish we could try move on from this. I still have feelings for you.” As words flowed through her tongue, you watched as eyes portrayed a sincerity that you rarely saw within those forest green orbs.

Usually, they hid her true feelings or performed like an actress twisting her truths mixed with pieces of lies and characters she created through life until she herself was unaware of what was true or not.

“I hear you, Natasha.” You rasped out after a long moment lost inside her beautiful eyes. “You speak of things as you did before, yet you never act on it.”

Her hands were warm, a muted invitation to go back to your dreams of having a life with her. The only person who never showed any sign of fear about your nature, that never once treated you like an animal.

She never treated you like a woman either.

“I want you to show me.” Your stone-cold eyes punctuated your feelings in the matter at hand. If she wanted to have you back, she’d have to show you she’s changed for words could only take her so far.

“I will.” She vowed and smiled softly, though her heart was shattering inside her chest. She made a career making people believe in whatever she wanted, she supposed she’d be able to make you believe in her heart.

How hard would that be?

Laugh filled the room after another not-so-funny Tony’s jokes and your head throbbed as the sound echoed inside your skull. Parties like these were always a torture for you, after all, your enhanced abilities of hearing and catching smells better than a normal person proved to be really awful in a place full of people with different perfumes, scents, chattering and loud music.

However, Tony himself forbid you from leaving tonight for this was his engagement party and it would be rude to Pepper if you left too early. Deciding that indulging him was easier than arguing with him, you found a safe corner and pretended to enjoy whatever was going on.

Though, your sharp eyes, even though you tried hard, always wandered after a certain redhead and you could all but clench your jaw every time you judged someone got too closer for your comfort.

Jealousy clawed its way through your throat and even the best bourbon from the bar couldn’t help it. You knew you had no right, no claim, especially after your last conversation. Still, your heart acted on its own and made sure you’d regret your words and resolve.

Considering that you were one drink from scooping lower than ever for her, you abandoned your glass on a random table and vanished to the balcony in hopes the fresh air could help your head and brain.

The cars down the streets ran from side to side completely unaware of your inner turmoil as you pathetically looked down searching for answers you wouldn’t find there.

In fact, as your answers arrived at the balcony, you realized that her hills clicking the marble floor announced her before her perfume invaded your nostrils in waves as she moved closer and closer towards you.

“Tired of mingling?” She asked as she lined her body at the railing. Her red hair bobbed around her ears in meticulously designed waves and her dark maroon dress hugged her curves in all the nice places.

She was flawless.

As always.

“I think I might’ve break Sam with incredible five words.” You gave her a sly smile that she retributed with a smirk and a fake gasp.

“This is basically a whole speech.” She clicked her tongue playfully. “I think you’ve been around Tony just too much.”

You snorted a laugh and she let a broad smile paint her lips, content with herself for making you ease the pained expression adorning your face the whole evening.

Uncertenty hugged you like a cold blanket as you pondered your next words. As if rolling the dices in a game you were sure you’d end up losing, you turned to her and spoke. “You’re really beautiful tonight, Nat.”

Your heart fluttered as she fought back a smile trying to win her lips and looked down as if she wasn’t expecting your praise. She genuinely looked flustered by your words.

“Thank you. You’re quite handsome yourself. Well, I already praised your choice of suit, earlier.” She turned her body so now she was fully looking at you and you tried to remember how to properly breath. However, it was as if the air was composed of her scent.

You were intoxicated.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused. “This is the first time we speak tonight.” You clarify. Truth be told you’ve been keeping a fair distance from her and funnily enough she didn’t make the effort to push you and your comfort space.

She did make it obvious that she was trying, though. She invited you out in front of people, she brought you coffee whenever you were reading in the garden in the morning or brought you a blanket when you were on the couch watching movies with Wanda.

Whenever you were called to a meeting, she worked the lights so it wouldn’t hurt your eyes that much. And, one day, she brought you the files they recovered from Hydra from the mission you were taken, and you both learned that one of your creators left behind a journal and there were a lot of dirty secrets down there. Including yours.

To be honest, she was really trying to show her true intentions, but you were still afraid that this was just for show, just a ploy for you to lower your guard and be disappointed after she return to her normal pattern of misleading.

However, the way she stood basking in the moon light looking at you like she was slowly sipped through the cracks of your determination of not giving in that easy.

Her soft smile was a sight to see, and you even forgot that you were waiting for her to reply. “Directly, yes. I sent a drink to you earlier.”

Then it clicked in your head. Your laugh was loud and very uncharacteristic of you, though Natasha simply stood there admiring your carefree stance, a rare occurrence.

Your mind traveled to a moment earlier that night when the waiter approached you with a drink in hand, stating that the lady had sent it to you complimenting your fine tailored suit. At the time, the way he vaguely waved in the direction of Agatha and other ladies, you thought that one of them had been the person.

Though if you thought harder about it, Natasha was at the bar in that moment, right behind said ladies.

“Now it made sense.” You grinned back at her and nodded your head softly. “Thank you for the compliment and the drink.”

“Of course.” She flashed on last smile and turned her body to admire the city bellow and you did the same. Though you found it hard to ignore her presence by your side. You could feel the heat emanating from her skin, her sweet scent still impregnating the air around you and you could hear her fast heartbeat. It was uncommon.

In a haste, you both turned towards each other and started to speak at the same time. A nervous laugh scaped your lips as you signaled for her to go on first. And she did.

She closed her eyes as one does when bracing for the impact, as if second-guessing her next step, but when she opened her eyes again, there was no doubt and no deceit. “I love you and it’s ruining my life not having you, knowing that I am the one who pushed you away.”

You were speechless by her blunt confession, specially because she never, ever, used the word love in such a direct sentence. She expressed her feelings before, yes, but always with an adore, in love with you once or twice, never this straight.

She took your silence as hesitancy and reached for your hand, she yearned for your touch and the closeness of the last weeks made her heart clench with longing. “I am asking for a chance to show you who I really am, and I, please, I know I’ve made mistakes, but I wish to make it up to you.”

Her eyes were pools of emotion and you had trouble in breathing with her so close now. “Please, let me love you the way you deserve, the way I should’ve since the very first time I kissed your lips.” Her free hand caressed your cheek in such a tender way that you felt your knees weak.

She was definitely your true weakness.

You brain was haywire, short-circuiting with the lack of air and the sudden increase in your heartbeats. There she was. The woman you felt like you could love forever, offering you what you always wanted: her heart. For real this time. Not the hide and seek games you’ve been playing in the past.

She promised and have been showing changes, however, if you were to be honest, all she’d have to do was to come at you and say hi. If you were to be honest, she would always have your heart at her mercy.

Unable to form words and knowing that your silence was unnerving for her, as you saw her brows furrowing, you decided to answer her differently as you brought your hand to her own cheek and guided her lips to meet yours.

Her lips were soft as they used to be, and you could feel her body melting into the kiss. Her eyes fluttered open when you broke the kiss and smiled softly at her. “I love you too, Nat.”

Smiling back at you, Natasha circled her arms behind your neck to pull you down for another kiss, and another. And another.

And you knew, all too well, that she wouldn’t stop soon.

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d3adlyromb3ar · 5 months ago

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⋆˚࿔ her sin, his salvation pt 2

— pairing. dark!satoru gojo x fem!reader

— synopsis. you go on a date with gojo, having a fun night and catching up with an old friend— completely unaware of what’s to come.

— word count. 1.6k

— contents. dark contents, stalking, obsessive behavior, mentions of anxiety (light), mentions of depression (light), suggestive themes, masturbation, pervy behavior

— notes. @saradika thx for dividers 🤍

part one here

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ CONTENT

You hadn’t meant to be so giddy, so nervous as you walked outside of the bookstore— your gaze landing on Gojo leaning against his car, waiting patiently for you with a gentle smile.

It had been forever since someone had done something nice for you— with you. You were completely flattered that someone as handsome as Gojo wanted to take you out.

You were ready for this. Your belly fluttering with both nerves and excitement.

“I told you. You look beautiful.” He spoke the truth, his eyes shamelessly taking up and down your form.

Your flushed cheeks from work and nerves, it was a gorgeous look on you. Your hair neat but messy in some areas— caused from work havoc. He thought you were the most beautiful person he’d ever cross.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling, ever since he asked you out— you had been running on the high all day.

“Thank you, Satoru.” Your voice was quiet, but genuine.

He said asked no time and opened the passenger side door, stepping aside and waving his arms towards the vehicle.

“Shall we? I know a great place off town.” He suggested.

You hurried into the car, not minding where he took you— just excited to finally be doing something other than work and sleep.

“Sounds great.” You didn’t care for the details, completely engrossed in the night you had ahead of you.

Oblivious little mouse, he thought darkly.

The car ride was quiet for the most part, light music playing in the background as the scenery passed before you.

Gojo through the thin line of control, kept his hand on the steering wheel. Where his palm itched the settle on the smooth skin of her thigh that was exposed from her skirt riding up— he kept his hands to himself.

In time, he’d have her.

You found out quickly that he wasn’t lying. It was a small cafe, mostly outdoor seating. It was charming and had an automatically relaxing feel to it as the cafe was surrounded by cherry blossom and weeping willow trees. Her favorites.

“Satoru this is… oh my gosh it’s so…” You trailed off, mesmerized by how perfect this place felt. It was straight out of a book perfect.

He smirked to himself. Of course it was perfect, he’d done his research. Days on end it took him to figure out that you preferred weeping willow trees, the hunched over ivory giving you privacy to read your books in peace. The cherry blossom trees, it was easy to know you liked them. You stared and took pictures of them almost every day. It was cute.

“Beautiful isn’t it? I thought you’d like it.” He hummed, taking his seat after he’d pushed her chair in.

You sat across from his alluring presence. It gave you a good moment to appreciate his features. His blue eyes that were borderline intimidating, but gorgeous. His skin seemed all too perfect, like porcelain.

A throat being cleared snapped you back to reality. Your cheeks flushed red as soon as you saw his face form into a knowing expression. You’d been caught.

“What are you thinking of getting?” He asked instead of lingering on your moment of blatantly staring.

You hurried to grab a menu, hoping to ignore your embarrassing act completely.

“Uh… not sure.” It was then your eyes widened as you noticed the prices. “This all seems very…”

“Expensive?” He finished for you.

You nodded as your fingers tightened around the menu. You weren’t sure if you could afford anything but a water from this place.

“Yeah. It’s pretty pricey and… I don’t think I brought enough money with me tonight.” You muttered lowly, embarrassed.

He chuckled, catching her attention. Her wide eyes and red cheeks gazing at him.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. Tonight’s on me.” He knew you couldn’t afford a place like this, which is why he brought you here to begin with.

He had a sick pleasure in wanting to provide for you in every way. He didn’t want you to lift a finger. All he wanted more than anything was for you to be his little pretty toy. Sitting pretty and waiting for him to get home. He’d think you’d appreciate that.

The thought had him hard, his member straining against his pants. His eyes darkened and he had to glance down to the menu so you wouldn’t notice the shift in his behavior.

“Satoru I couldn’t ask you to do that—”

“You’re not asking me sweetheart, I’m doing this because I want to.” He interrupted, his hand sneaking under the table to palm himself through his pants.

You on the other hand were completely oblivious to what he was doing and gave in, offering him a sweet smile instead. Trying to ignore the butterflies you got from the nickname.

“Well, thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”

He nodded, his eyes locked on yours as he squeezed and smoothed over his aching member, trapped in the material of his pants.

“What can I get started for you two?” The waiter came out of nowhere, startling both Gojo and you.

He hurried his hand back to rest on the table, his dick throbbing from the lack of touch.

“She’ll have a diet coke,” He ordered for her, rushing to stop her from ordering herself, “I’ll have a water.”

The waiter nodded and hurried off to the kitchen, while you wondered, how did he know I liked diet coke? You shrugged and brushed that thought away.

You didn’t feel odd that he was very much taking charge. It felt more like he was treating you right.

What was that called? Princess treatment? Obviously that could go on way more than just dinner.

You swallowed and stopped your wandering thoughts. You had just ran into him today, you can’t possibly be thinking about his dick already. Embarrassingly enough, you were thinking about just that. It had been a long time since you’d been intimate. Unfortunately, your hand just wasn’t doing it anymore. You felt it was only natural to think such lewd thoughts about a man as attractive as Gojo.

But it didn’t help the guilt you felt for thinking about him when he was treating you so nicely.

If only you knew.

“Everything okay (Y/n)?” His voice broke you from your perverted thoughts and you knew your cheeks were red. Again.

“Yes! Yeah… sorry. Just thinking about… work.” You cringed at your own words.

His eyes squinted, he knew it was a lie.

“We don’t have to be so bashful mouse, what’s on your mind?” He hasn’t meant for the pet name to slip, but found out quickly that he didn’t care.

You on the other hand flushed a deeper shade of red from the sound of mouse leaving his lips. It was… weird but you also strangely didn’t mind it too much.

“It’s rather embarrassing.” You mumbled, your hands fiddling with each other nervously on your lap.

He tilted his head and rested his elbows on the table, leaning forward to really give you all his attention.

“I won’t judge.” He smiled.

There was no way you were about to admit to Gojo that you were thinking about how good it would feel to have his dick inside of you right now. There was absolutely no way.

“It’s just been awhile.” You started, hoping he’d get the hint, understand and move on.

“Since you’ve been on a date?” He wondered, for the first time he didn’t know what you were thinking.

You shook your head and scratched the back of your neck, it suddenly felt too hot outside.

“Well, yeah that but…” You swallowed and decided not to be so awkward about it. It was a normal thing. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been involved with anyone, y’know?”

He understood completely what you were trying to say, but him being devious— he pretended not to know. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“I’m still confused, love.” He added the nickname, adoring the way your cheeks reddened.

You huffed and rubbed a hand over your face, careful not to smear your already worn for too long makeup.

“Like… it’s been a while since I’ve been intimate with someone.” You winced while speaking quietly, careful not to let others hear.

His face only held one of confusion, the expression making you huff in frustration.

“Sex. It’s been awhile since I’ve had sex.” You pushed out, eyes closed in embarrassment.

You were expecting him to laugh to tease, make fun of you— because that’s what anybody would do at that admission.

Gojo didn’t laugh however, his face one of understanding.

“Oh, I see what you mean.” He hummed, but his words didn’t bring you the comfort like you’d hoped. “You don’t need to worry about that, if that’s what you’re worried about? That after this I’ll take you home and fuck you.”

He was so blunt— on purpose of course. He wanted to watch your reaction to his words. Red cheeks? Check. Wide eyes? Check. Heavy breathing? A new one… but check.

You stared at him, your lips parted slightly in shock and what you figured was desire stirring in your belly. The way his voice had grown lower when he said it and the way it was exactly what you wanted to happen.

“I’m more of a gentleman than you might be thinking.” He spoke smoothly.

Obviously he wanted to fuck you. God, that thought had his hand back down to his crotch, squeezing his aching member. However, if he wanted to have you— he’d have to earn your trust. He wanted to fuck you, completely ruin you because you wanted it too.

You shook your head in embarrassment.

“Right… right. Sorry.” You uttered.

“No need to apologize mouse, we will get there.” He promised, to which your eyes widened in anticipation.

He was teasing you at this point and he adored every micro reaction you showed.

The waiter came back with drinks and took the food orders, but it all might as well have been a blur in the background of your chaotic thoughts. Your mind was anything but calm. Gojo was so… unpredictable. Every word that came out of his mouth was nothing you’d expect. Each mini action, each decision— unpredictable. It was exciting and it was something I had never experienced.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you realized that this might be the one. It was silly because you thought that about anyone, but it felt different. You were excited where this would go.

Meanwhile, Gojo watched your dazed expression as you ate— not doubting that it was him that consumed your thoughts.

Sweet little mouse, you are my everything.

— ending notes. pt 2 🥳

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velocesainz · 10 months ago

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Listeeeen well read but… I love angst so. Any driver you want… where the reader has a miscarriage. Yeah if is too much I’m sorry I leave now

Kissies ✨

A/n: This sounds super interesting! I hope you like it I also apologise for taking so long, I kinda forgot and also had exams. Kissies ✨

Our Lost Family

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Summary: You end up having a miscarriage and you become super depressed after losing the baby, Lando gets fed up of your moping. Will this ruin your marriage forever?

Warnings: very angstyyy, sad

Pairing: Lando x wife!pregnant!reader

Part 2

Y/n pov:

It was a normal day, well as normal as it can be when you’re pregnant.

I got out of bed and went down the stairs to get started on breakfast for Lando and I.

Finishing up breakfast I set the table and called Lando to join me.

“How’s the little one feeling” Lando asked me touching my stomach tenderly.

“There’s a little discomfort but overall seems to be doing pretty well in my opinion” I replied and he looked at me with a soft smile.

We chatted about plans for the rest of the day as we ate and then went on about our plans finishing off the busy day with a nice calm dinner at home.

“Baby?” Lando called out as I was setting up the table.

“Yes love? What happened?” I asked.

“I have this weird nagging feeling that there’s something that is going to go wrong and I just can’t get it to stop” Lando confessed and that got me thing.

I have also felt an odd feeling similar to how Lando described it.

“I have also had this feeling, I don’t know what it is but it feels very serious” I told him and his face grew increasingly worried.

“Baby, I want you to know, no matter what happens to us or the baby I will always love you. Nothing will get me to love you less” Lando said and that made me both worried and a little calm at the same time.

Timeskip:

I was sitting at home watching tv and eating a simple salad when my stomach started to hurt extremely badly.

I saw blood pooling at my feet and I knew immediately that I was having a miscarriage, having heard so much about the experience from my mom who had had 2 miscarriages.

I immediately dialled Lando’s number but he didn’t pick up.

I dialled my mom number and she came in a few minutes and took me to the hospital.

Lando pov:

I was in a meeting when y/n repeatedly called which was odd for her as she knows my schedule and knows not to call when I’m busy.

I ignored her calls and put my phone one silent.

Timeskip:

I got home to find nobody around.

There was an eerie silence.

I walked to the bedroom in hopes of finding y/n sleeping but to no avail.

I went into the living room and found a pool of blood at the base of the couch.

My heart sank to my stomach.

Was this why she was calling?

Oh god is she alright??

I called y/n only to find that she left her phone here in the house

I thought of calling her mother, maybe she had taken her to the hospital?

When I called she immediately picked and her voice frantically said “Lando! Thank god your done, please come to x hospital immediately! I’m afraid y/n is having a miscarriage”

My brain was spiralling but I managed to get my keys and drive to the hospital.

When I entered the hospital is when I was met with the sight of y/n’s mother, sitting on a chair with her head in her hands.

“Mum?” I called out to her

Her head immediately snapped towards my direction and she sprinted over “Oh Lando My baby she’s in danger, her baby’s in danger I don’t know what to do” she cried.

“Don’t worry mum, she’ll be fine, she’s one of the strongest people I’ve met” I told her mum to try and calm her down.

“I guess you’re right, she is quite the resilient kind” she sighed out sadly.

Timeskip:

The doctor finally came out and came up to me and yn’s mum.

“You must be Mrs Norris’s family. She’s fine but significantly weaker. The baby however…did not make it. I’m so sorry for your loss, you can visit her now. She’s in room 004.”

When the doctor said this my heart sank to my stomach. We both had tried so hard to have a kid together and when she finally got pregnant she ended up having a miscarriage. I don’t know how I will face her after this pain.

I walked into the room and found her lying on the bed sleeping peacefully, if only life was going the way it was.

“Hey love, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. If only I had picked up your call, our child would’ve been alive with us” I spoke softly into her hair as I held her close.

She woke up in a panic “WHAT HAPPENED?? IS MY BABY OK? Lando ANSWER ME”

I didn’t know what to say to her so I just kept my head down and I guess she understood what I was trying to say. She broke down into sobs.

“My poor baby, I didn’t even get to see you. How am I to continue without you” she kept on repeating to herself and my heart kept breaking into smaller pieces with every word.

Timeskip:

Y/n’s been so incredibly depressed ever since the miscarriage. She can barely get out of bed in the morning and struggles to do basic tasks.

I love her but this is getting way too much. I mean, it’s just a baby, we can always try for another one.

I walked into the living room to see y/n lying on the couch with a blank stare on her face.

“Y/n?” I called out to her and she slowly turned towards me

“Y/n this is not healthy. It’s just a baby, it’s not the end of the world. We can always try for another one. Right now I’m fed up of you not doing anything but moping around and acting like the world has collapsed on you” I spoke fast.

Looking at her glossy eyes and hurt face should have told me that what I did was wrong but I didn’t realise

“Do you know how much this baby meant to me Lando? Do you know? After months of trying I finally got pregnant and I just lost the baby and you’re telling me to just “get over it”? Do you even hear yourself? I’m absolutely disappointed in your understanding. I’m leaving.” She yelled and walked out of the house.

What have I done?

Part 2?

A/n: I would love to get your guys feedback and also please send me any requests you’d like to see since I’m done with exams and have a bunch of free time. Kissies ✨

#f1 x reader #f1 #f1 angst #formula 1 #formula one #lando norris x reader #lando norris #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris angst

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luv4fushi · 2 years ago

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hi!! just wanted to say i love your works sm <3 i was wondering if you can do more megumi smaus or drabbles they’re too cute and i love the way you write him tysm!!

sorry this took forever! delivery is here ~~~

all mine

jjk fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

it’s not like megumi is incapable of showing emotions, it’s just that he absolutely sucks at it.

content: jealous megumi, shibuya never happened 🙏 life is good, he’s literally SO whipped for you, established relationship, fluff, aged up!megumi (17/18), word dump (not proofread)

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“where else did you get hurt?” megumi is sat in shoko’s office chair, rolled in from the room over.

you’re wrapped in bandages from your waist-up, a gnarly gash waiting for shoko’s healing hands. you have on a wide grin contrary to the injuries littering your body.

“nowhere else,” you say, “i promise.”

megumi frowns and gives you a slight glare. he looks you up and down—as far as you’ll let him with the blanket covering you—and sighs. “you need to be more careful.”

“i know,” you say, drawing out the syllables in hopes of calming him down. “yuji was there, though.”

his frown deepens. “it’s not like i don’t trust your strength or yuji’s… i just can’t believe you got so roughed up by a grade 2 curse.”

you roll your eyes. “i made a few mistakes. that’s my bad, dad.”

“shut up,” he mutters. he brushes his thumb against your lower lip, wiping away the crusted blood.

“i’ll be more careful next time,” you whisper, savoring the small acts of intimacy with him. you don’t get them as often as you’d want, so you want to hold onto this moment for a little while longer.

shoko is able to clean you up with her reversed curse technique. she walks into the room with several apologies leaving her lips, telling you that she’d been preoccupied with some other patients. she fixes you up quickly and offers you and megumi some privacy.

“i don’t think i need these bandages anymore.” your fingers twitch, itching to remove the cloth.

megumi immediately stands, his slender fingers coming into contact with your bare skin. you feel him freeze up next to the bed and you look up at him with questioning eyes.

“this isn’t your sweater,” he says with a scrunch of his nose. “it’s not mine, either.”

“it got cold,” you explain, “so yuji gave me his sweater. he thought i was dying so we figured i should go out warm instead of freezing my ass off.”

he taps you on the nose disapprovingly. “you’re an idiot.”

your lips purse and you swat his hand away. “i nearly died and that all you say?”

megumi ignores you, not that you notice—you’re too busy trying to strip off the bandages clinging to your rips—“yuji gave you his sweater?”

“yeah!” you nod, unaware of the rising tension in the air. “oh! i should wash it and return it.”

megumi zeros in on the clothing hugging your body. it’s a grayish pink hoodie with a fading logo on the front. it’s not part of your closet and you’d never wear something like that. something ugly lumps in his throat and he swallows it back.

“take it off.”

you look at him with wide eyes. “sorry?”

“the sweater. take it off.” he points at your chest.

your body heats up, embarrassed. “i… i’m not wearing anything underneath. my shirt was soaked with blood so i…”

megumi blinks rapidly and looks away, the redness creeping down his neck. “how could you go and get yourself so hurt like that?”

he takes a step back and gives himself enough space to slip his sweater off of his body. it’s black, like everything in his closet, and smells like the body wash he uses. he holds it out to you and you take the piece of clothing with hesitant hands.

“wear this once we take off these bandages, okay?” he says as he helps you peel them off.

once your wound is out in the open again, you realize how amazing shoko’s technique is. she’s one of the few sorcerers than can do reverse curse technique, so it’s not like you get the chance to see it every day (and you don’t get hurt badly enough to need her help). however, she isn’t able to completely heal your injury. you’re left with a scar deeply embedded into your skin.

“oh,” you breathe out when you notice the raised bump. “it’s sort of ugly.”

megumi cups your chin. he’s made himself comfortable on the edge of your hospital bed, his weight making the mattress dip slightly. he guides your face to face his own and presses a small kiss to your forehead.

“that doesn’t take anything away from you,” he mumbles shyly. “you’re still beautiful.”

“thank you,” you say, eyes dropping to your fisted hands.

“let’s get that sweater off of you, yeah?”

you laugh despite the rigidness prevalent in your bones. “what’s the big deal? it’s not that dirty.”

megumi almost scowls. “wear mine.”

“okay,” you say with a pout.

if it had been a year ago, megumi would’ve blushed profusely and turned away as you pull yuji’s hoodie over your head. now, he simply bites his tongue when you slip on his sweater with ease. megumi’s scent engulfs your the moment the soft cloth hugs your body. it’s still warm from his body heat.

“i should wash yuji’s stuff and return it later,” you mutter out loud.

“i’ll do that,” megumi interrupts, snatching the hoodie from your hands. “you’re hurt so don’t even think about getting up.”

“shoko just healed me,” you whine petulantly. “you’re being too dramatic, megumi.”

“i don’t care,” he replies with downturned lips. “i hate when you’re assigned to something without me. you always get hurt.”

you raise your brow and flick his forehead. “so do you, megumi.”

“not nearly as bad as you,” he shoots back. he gingerly pushes back your hair from your face.

“it was my fault,” you admit sorely. “yuji knows what he’s doing… i should’ve listened.”

megumi pushes your shoulder down so that you’re laying plush against the soft mattress. your head is propped up by a feathery pillow.

“he’s really cool, you know?” you continue, breaking up the silence in the room. “i think i would’ve died if it wasn’t for him. he’s a lot stronger, obviously. i thought i’d be fine going against his wishes, but i guess i overestimated myself.”

megumi’s eyes sharpen intensely. you know his anger isn’t directed at you because if it was, he’d be avoiding you (it’s a bad habit of his that you two still need to work out). you’re not quite sure what exactly he’s mad at, considering you’re not the reason why his face keeps souring.

“i would’ve kept you safe,” he mumbles out.

you giggle and take his hand into your own. “i know, baby. don’t blame him. it was me.”

“no it wasn’t.” megumi lets you play with his fingers as he speaks. “he’s basically a special grade sorcerer. you’re a grade 2 sorcerer. he should’ve taken precautions.”

“i’m fine,” you insist. “it wasn’t his fault.”

“why’re you taking his side?” megumi blurts out before he can stop himself. he shrinks into himself and pulls his hand back. “i mean—i don’t get why you’re so adamant about protecting his image. you got hurt and nearly died. i’m not doubting any of your abilities, but you know that you’ve only been here for a year.”

you swallow your words. megumi isn’t wrong—you’d been scouted not too long ago. megumi had been your main partner for a majority of your missions, which had sped up your relationship with him. everyone had been quite surprised when you two announced that you were in a relationship. your improvement had been steady, but slower than most. even now, you feel burdened when you’re compared to gojo’s other, more successful students.

“i don’t want you getting mad at your friend,” you choke out. you’ve never liked it too much when megumi scolded you, so you definitely don’t want him angry at his close friend, knowing how distant he can get when he’s mad.

he takes a deep breath and a soft smile appears on his face. “i’m not mad at anyone, stupid. i’m just… i don’t know. i don’t like you being so close to him.”

“what?” you tilt your head, thoroughly confused. “it was for a mission—”

“i know,” he says, and he sounds exasperated. you can’t help but stifle a giggle as he continues, “but you’re so… you’re so smart and beautiful and i wish i’d been there to give you my sweater instead.”

you can see the tips of his ears get pinker and pinker with each word that leave his mouth. your eyes crinkle up when you realize why he’s upset.

“it’s stupid,” he groans, throwing himself into your chest. his position is awkward, but not uncomfortable. his body weight presses you down like a blanket. “i shouldn’t be feeling this way, especially not when you’re half dead.”

you pinch him before wrapping your arms around his neck. he nuzzles into your body like you two aren’t in one of shoko’s treatment rooms.

“i’m not half dead.”

he hums dismissively and you can feel the vibrations of his voice. you take your fingers through his raven locks of hair, breathing in his familiar smell. it smells like home, even though you haven’t actually been there for a long time. megumi has abandoned his spot on the edge of the bed and is basically cuddled up with you at this point.

“i’m just,” he clicks his tongue, “just annoyed.”

“are you jealous?” you say, amused.

you feel him stiffen in your arms. “no.”

“you sure?”

“no.”

“so you’re jealous…?”

“a little.”

“yuji knows we’re together,” you attempt to explain. “so there’s no need to feel like that, megumi.”

“i know,” he says, voice muffled from his face in your neck. “but it still bothers me.”

“i’m all yours.”

“yeah…” megumi grumbles. “i’ll be the only one giving you my sweaters from now on.”

꒰ ♡︎ ꒱

“and what else did you do?” megumi has his face propped on his hands, sitting across from you in the dining hall. he’s got an enamored look on his face, his eyes softening tremendously. if anyone sees him like this, they’d make fun of him for sure.

“we went to the arcade! i was so bummed when you couldn’t come ‘cause of that stupid mission,” you exclaim, talking with your hands and making big gestures, “because you would’ve gotten me so many prizes!”

he nods, his attention fully on you. the cafeteria is empty for the most part—only a few of the first years waddling around curiously. gojo seems to favor the older students more; he doesn’t guide them as much as he had with you and the others.

it’s nearing dinner time. you’d been out and about with a few students of the graduated class all day while he’d been exorcising a nasty curse a few blocks away. he had taken care of it quickly, but felt a little intruding to invite himself on the get together so suddenly after having to cancel last minute.

“i got this!” you shove a stuffed plushie at him. it’s a black cat with a lopsided body from its poor filling. “it looks like you, doesn’t it?”

he throws you a “are you serious?” look, but allows you to have your fun anyway. “i don’t really see it.”

“yuta got it for me,” you say with an excited glint in your eyes. “he won it on his first try!”

megumi’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek. “oh?”

“he saw how much i wanted it,” you ramble on, unaware of megumi’s change in demeanor. “it was mainly ‘cause it looked like you, so he promised me he’d get me one if i bought him food.”

megumi nods, slower this time. “i see. anything else?”

“oh!” you nearly jump out of your seat. “i grabbed us matching keychains at the store i really wanted to go in. remember? the one we saw last week? you said we couldn’t go in ‘cause gojo needed us.”

he feels a pang of irritation bite his ribs. he’s been wanting to take you to that store for a while now, but his schedule isn’t the most open. he’s the closest thing gojo has to a successor of some sort, so he’s usually bombarded with missions from the higher ups.

“you get badtz maru and i get kuromi,” you say with a huge grin on your face.

megumi melts. “thank you. i love it.”

“i wish i got to meet yuta and everyone else when you all met…” you pout. “everyone is so cool… especially maki! it’s no wonder nobara adores her. yuta is so nice, too! he’s wonderful.”

“right,” megumi says, jaw clenching. “do you tend to find older boys more fun to hang out with?”

your smile drops. “what?”

“am i not fun?”

“megumi, don’t be ridiculous,” you say through bright laughter. “i would’ve hung out with you all day if you hadn’t been busy.”

“yuta is real cool, right?”

you playfully roll your eyes. “megumi! i’m serious when i say that nobody is cooler than you. i never got the chance to get close to any of the older students before they graduated so i was just really happy they invited me.”

megumi seems to be content with your statement. his shoulder relax and he regains that half-lidded expression on his face.

“did you do anything else fun?”

your face lights up with a mischievous tint. “i got a shirt that says ‘i love my boyfriend’ with your picture on it.”

megumi sighs, but his eyes are full of glee. “i need to stop being so bothered when you’re with other guys.”

“right,” you tease. “i’m yours.”

“all mine.”

a/n: this was really dialogue heavy but i think it’s still a fun read and i hope u enjoyyyyyy!!!!! i love me a jealous megumi bc he would be SO emotionally constipated abt it LOL

#jjk x reader #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x you #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro x you #fushiguro x reader #jjk x you

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negansfavlucille01 · 6 months ago

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CLEAN IT UP

Negan × f!reader

Warnings: Blowjob, Negan, swearing, hair pulling

Word count: 0,6K

Note: I have a few first in my drafts, including innocence pt.2, and I'll post it soon, I promise. If you want to be tagged in my posts, pls say so.

So boring. She thought to herself while the meeting continued.

Negan was talking about supply runs and strategies, something she didn't understand. Y/N was sitting on her chair, bored, her hands on your thighs as she struggled to listen.

It felt like forever when...

"You're dismissed." Negan said, tapping his bat at the table to make sure everyone understood. She went to stand up and walked towards the door. "Y/N, pour me a glass of water before you go."

She sighed, dragging her feet to the small table in the corner of the room where the jug of water and the glasses were. She poured some, then went back to him to hand it. Her clumsiness, of course, had to ruin everything. She tripped over her own feet and fell, the water spilling right at her boss's crotch.

He slowly looked up, then back at where the water spilled. Biting his hip, he gestured her to get up. She stood up, putting the now empty glass on the table.

"Clean it up." It took her a few moments to figure out if he was talking about the floor or his crotch. But unfortunately, he was talking about, in fact, not the floor. "Did I fuckin stutter?"

"No, sir..." She walked to the small table again and took some tissues. He patiently waited for her return. She kneeled before him, right between his thighs and hesitantly reached to mop the water off his pants.

"Cmon, girl. I don't have all day."

Pressing fully your hand on the material, Y/N could feel that Negan had a slight hard on. She looked up at him with wide eyes, but in return she just got that stupid grin looking at her. She shyly looked at the floor as she rubbed the tissue on, mopping the water, but also getting him harder.

Once the pants were almost dry she stood up and threw the tissue in the bin. Wishing for a permission to walk out, she turned to your boss, but he again gestured her to come back.

"See, darlin, you gotta do a little more for me to forget what happened. You can't just fuckin' spill water on me, can you?" She nodded, kneeling down and slowly working her hands on his belt. Seeing his hardness grow made her panties soaked. She slid his pants down, still keeping his boxers on. He looked big. Very big. And that was confirmed when she took off the boxers as well, his long member slapped again his leather jacket, right where his belly button would be. He was long and thick, the mushroomy tip swollen and red. He was a treat. Leaning in and slowly licking the tip while looking into his eyes had him groaning lowly. Unexpectedly, he grabbed her hair and slammed his hips forward, making her take him all. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she gagged but she also felt so much pleasure. He held it long enough for her to slap his thigh, desperately trying to get him to let her go. He didn't. The heat in her core made her feel like a whore for him, but everyone knew the effect he had on women.

Sucking with tears in his eyes and feeling the stings down her throat were painful, but she still wanted to make him proud. He released her, letting her take a few breaths before she got back to work, sucking hard on the tip. His groans got louder and he gripped the table. She sucked and sucked until her jaw ached, her lips became pink and she felt him twitch in her mouth. "Shit, baby. I'm cumming.."

She took him as deep as she could and lookef up at him with lust-filled eyes to watch his reaction. His head is leaned back and his mouth is dropped open as he panted. Suddenly, she felt warm ropes of cum deep down her throat, making her choke. He pulled her face away and smirked as she recovered.

"Good girl."

#jeffrey dean morgan #jdmorgan #negan #negan smith #the walking dead #twd #twd negan #negan fanfiction #negan x reader #negan smut

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starberry-cupcake · 1 month ago

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN: CHAPTER 33 PEOPLE, WE'VE MADE IT!!!

previously, on harrowcita del 9:

this was the last recap update

this was my recap of where I left off

this is the post about camilla's reappearance which I can't reproduce in its entirety in this post but I suggest you look at

CHAPTER 33:

harrowcita is hanging out in a nice planet that sounds very pleasant

we've been so long in the emperor's bolthole and canaan house that this feels like heaven, actually

let's build a cottage and live here forever maybe

even better, as previously established, camilla is here

there's nature, there's little bugs, there's camilla, what else do we need???

maybe gideon would be nice

camilla shows up like "hey, loser, I need you to do me a solid" and pulls out palmolive's reconstructed skull

harrow is like ???????????????????????????

and here's where things get complicated for that 3D model I was building

harrow remembers camilla and palmolive dying the way they died in the gideon-less au

like, shot in the face repeatedly

her memory of them is the memory of the gideon-less au: not knowing them much, not remembering their faces much, seeing them shot to death by a slasher villain

and I'm like...huh????????????????????

because, as previously established (5 months ago), in the gideon-less au, dulcinea isn't not!dulcinea

she's real!dulcinea and protozoa is alive

he's reciting poetry and ortus doesn't like him coming for his gig

however, harrow does remember not!dulcinea being a threat and yandere twin has repeatedly talked about how she took off her arm and all that

so...which is it????

camilla is like "look, I don't care about your lack of memory or the fact that you're currently bleeding out of every perceivable orifice in your head, I got a job for you"

harrow is, as usual, skeptical of everything, especially of camilla being real, because 1) they're like in the orbit of the emperor's supposedly top secret bolthole, 2) camilla was supposed to be dead and 3) she's too perfect to exist

well, that last one was mine, but still

and harrowcita is dealing with this thing in which she can't trust her mind because, for all intents and purposes, she has an emotional support apparition trailing her

so harrow starts attacking camilla to try to figure out if she's real and camilla is slaying all her constructs because she's that bitch

so harrow accepts to listen and then camilla gives her palmolive's skull that's all glued back together with a lot of care, love and patience

camilla says they planned stuff in case he died (Sixth house winning points with me every single day, they came PREPARED, not like you SECOND HOUSE, YOU JUDGMENTAL ASSHATS)

in case palmolive kicked the bucket, he'd tether his soul or energy or whatever incorporeal thing that makes him himself to his remains

his remains blew to bits though

sometimes it doesn't matter how much you plan, things just blow up and explode in a million pieces

like my plans of reading this book in less time

so camilla found some palmolive scraps and put them together but if whatever bit of him he's tethered to isn't there, she has to go back and look for more bits

basically, camilla needs harrow to tell her if palmolive's force ghost is in the collected bits

harrow is both bleeding from every orifice and also very confused with everything that is happening

those are the two things she's been consistently experiencing all book long

but she's harrowcita nonagesimus and she's no quitter so in she goes to the river to see if indeed palmolive sextus has managed to cheat death, so to speak

she's expecting to have to do this

but she finds herself here

there's a nice little room with a cushion-y bed, some books, a window, a chair, etc

and there's also my reluctant bestie palmolive (I'm growing attached to him against my initial intentions)

palmolive hugs harrow and harrow is even more confused than before because affection????? care???? in this economy?????

so my reluctant bestie palmolive was able to create a sort of bubble in the shores of the metaphorical ghostly river

he created a space in the nothing, so to speak, a space in which he can remain without being pulled away from the same spot

he tethered himself in a cellular level in a spiderweb-like form to his pieces and was able to craft an unmoving reproduction of the place where he died, with what he could see at that time

that includes one romance book he's in the midst of writing fanfiction of

as one would

palmolive is also very upset at harrow taking approximately 8 months to get to him

harrow is like ?????????

palmolive goes "how did you get separated from cam?"

harrow is like ???????????????????????????

and when harrow starts with the lyctor spiel...

(is anyone impressed by that? ever? the emperor is a clown)

...palmolive says "tell me you did it correctly"

harrow tells him she slurped her cav

which we all know might not be entirely true because 1) harrow thinks ortus was his cav (brother in being blown to bits to palmolive) and 2) she's lyctor lite

but palmolive doesn't know this

he's very disappointed in god, and aren't we all

palm, my reluctant bestie, if you knew the guy you'd be even more disappointed

BUT THERE'S NO TIME FOR ANY OF THAT BECAUSE THERE'S SOMEONE AT THE WINDOW JUST IN TIME FOR HALLOWEEN

IT'S THE SLEEPER/WAKER/SLASHER

palmolive thinks harrow brought him there but he doesn't know who tf it is because he's the real palmolive and not the gideon-less au palmolive

the slasher villain is trying to get at them

if harrow leaves palm's apartment, the waker/sleeper/slasher will leave too, according to him

he kisses harrow's brow and drops a funny one-liner, as he does, because he's a nerd

harrow reluctantly leaves and shows up in a dark corridor

but it's not a corridor and it isn't dark

and most shocking of all

THERE'S A "ME"

THERE'S A NARRATOR

"you never could have guessed that he had seen me"

WHO'S ME?????? WHO IS NARRATING????

and that's it for chapter 33, I'm glad I stopped halfway 5 months ago because idk if I would have been able to do what I did if I had read until the end

happy halloween fam! I'll post my costume later but it isn't locked tomb related although maybe next year???

#luly reacts to tlt #long post #tlt #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers

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A/n: Hey yall🤠so I finished the request the writers block and sesamal depression had me in a choke hold but I'm back. I only did the hyung line so bear with me love you

Sitting On Their Lap

Heeseung

Heesung immediately feels offended at how you basically call him weak

Well you only said no to sitting on his lap but it's the same thing

" do you not love me anymore is that what it is"

Hes pouty for the rest of the day until he finally gets a chance to grabbed you buy surprise and put.you on his lap

" HEESEUNG STOP IM GOING TO HURT YOU"

Goes in one ear and out the other

He's so proud of himself that he finally got his beautiful girl to sit on his lap

And when you finally stop thrashing around d he tells you how much he loves you and wishes you wouldn't feel Insecure about things such as your weigh

" I'll love you no matter what, we're in this together baby"

But you did scold him for giving you a heart attack which he apologized for in neck kisses

NOW your always getting pulled onto his lap

Doesn't matter when or where

While he's on the phone LAP

watching TV LAP

eating dinner LAP

He's addicted to your body and he'll always try to find a way to be close to you

JAY

Similar to hessueng Jay has been trying for weeks to get you to sit on his lap but nothing has worked

He's even has going as far as sliding to wherever your going to sit so you can land on his thigh but your always fast at catching yourself

He's over it

" Babe come on just one time "

You shake you head no repeating what you always say when he ask

" I'm not light enough for us to be able to do that"

It was pissing him off

But he thought of a plan

Jake was having a cookout at his house and you 2 were sitting outside well Jay was you were standing beside him.

" babe come sit down it's hot and you've been standing for almost an hour

Jay was smirking to himself looking around d at all of the lawn chairs being occupied by guest

You groaned " theirs no more seats."

Of Course Jay knew that

" Well their is one more seat actually"

He smiles at you glancing at his thighs

You bit the inside of your cheek

You were really tired of standing, you knew what he was doing

But you took the bait anyway

"Fine but don't say I didn't warn you earlier."

He smiled brightly as you sat down on his lap

He rubbed your side thanking you for finally trusting him

Jay was silent the whole time you were sitting down and you began to get nervous.

" Am i hurting you? I'll move if I am."

Jay shook his head quickly

" No your not hurting me baby I can stay like this forever" He kissed your cheek

Sunghoon

Sunghoon is more understanding when it comes to you not wanting to sit on his lap

He doesn't bug you or force you but that being said it doesn't mean he doesn't want you to sit oh his lap

He's dreamed about it since you guys started dating

You being so close and him holding you tight gently rubbing your thigh

But he's too scared to ask

He know how your super sensitive when it comes to your image about your body but sung hoon could care less on what you look like

He's playing with the hole in his jeans as he's watching you talk to your friends. He so badly wants to call you over just so he can be around you but doesn't want to seem needy or interrupt you

His heart basically jumps out of his chest when he sees you wave by and speed walk to him. He smiles brightly at you asking if you were okay and you nod, placing yourself on his lap. Sungoon goes stiff and doesn't know how to react but quickly regroups and pulls you close. He doesn't know you did it because your “friend” was talking about how handsome he was. But hey atlesst he got what he wanted in the end.

Jake

Now jake loves physical contact

He loves the kiss and the hugs

And lets not forget how much he loves it when you hold hands

You both enjoy it

So why the fuck will you not sit on his lap

Hes tried on multiple occasion but nada

You either run away from him or ignore when he ask

Jake has to figure out what's going on

You walked into your house to see your boyfriend sitting in a chair facing the door with his legs spread and his hands touching each other. “ when did you get here.” you giggle at his stance but Jake is stone faced. “ don't worry about that, where have you been.” you sit the grocery bags down and walk over to him” i went to the store is that a crime detective sim” you turn the lamp off he has shining on you and kiss his cheek. “ i was thinking of making dinner and calling you over but it seems like you're already here.” you remove your coat laying it on the back of the couch. Jake stood up “ why won't you sit on my lap.” you jumped at the question catching you off guard. “ w-what.” you were now facing him. “ I noticed you always ignore me when I ask you or you just brush it off so what is it? Do you not feel comfortable enough with me to do that?” you bit the inside of your cheek trying to figure out what you were going to say. “ Its not you jake?” he sighed “ oh thank god “ he fell back into the chair. “ its me.” he raised his eyebrow. “What about you? '' you rolled your eyes. “ jake come on look at me, im not the lightest person in the world.” it took jake a minute to understand what you meant by that. “ Baby I don't care about that you know I don't care.” You crossed your arms “ but I do and I don't want to make you uncomfortable.” Jake rolled his eyes pulling you on his lap causing you to yelp. You tried to get up but he wouldn't budge.

After that you started to become more compatible to sit on his lap

And jake made you sit on his lap everywhere

Hanging out with the boys

While your watching a movie on the couch

Even during dinner sometimes

#black reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen imagines #black reader x kpop #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #jakesim x black reader #black girls are pretty too #enhypen #sunghoon

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richonnesbitch · 6 months ago

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Hey everyone! Here's chapter 1 of a fanfic I wrote about what would have went down had we gotten a bridge wedding in season 9. It's been wracking my brain forever so I just had to write it. If everyone likes it, I'll post chapter 2!

Rick marveled at the ring in his hand. Not only was the ring itself perfect, but the timing itself was. There was about a week's time before the bridge was completed and Rick was hoping to marry her on that exact day. His dream was about to come true.

He placed a hand on Gabriel's shoulder, giving it squeeze. "Thank you, Gabriel."

Gabriel smiled. "Congratulations, Rick. When are you going to propose?"

"Soon. Tonight. As soon as possible."

"Well, good luck.", Gabriel replied earnestly.

Rick smiled and nodded. "I want us to have the wedding the day the bridge is completed."

"You're gonna plan a wedding in only a week?"

Rick let out a chuckle. "I've been planning this for months."

Gabriel chuckled with him. "Okay, Rick. Good luck."

Rick pocketed the ring as he walked home, plotting the entire way on how he should make his move. He'd been so focused on the wedding itself he didn't even think on how he'd propose. And now he only had a week to do it. Heat took over his body as the jitters started to kick in.

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As Michonne walked into her home the smell of candles, spaghetti, and garlic bread overtook the room. Surprise grew on her face as she looked around the room. "Rick?"

"Hey." He was standing at the kitchen table pouring two glasses of red wine. He had a huge smile on his face and his eyes were as bright as the sun.

She begin to smile as well. "What's all this about?"

"Just supper. Hope you're hungry."

"I am. Where's Judith?"

"Rosita offered her to stay the night. I thought me and you could have some time to ourselves." He pulled out a chair, gesturing for her to take a seat.

She knew he was up to something and she had a good idea of what it was but felt excited to see how this played out. She happily took her seat with Rick taking the chair next to her.

"This looks amazing.", she complimented the food, taking a bite of it. She nodded her head. "It is."

Rick was staring, still smiling at her. "Glad you like it." He grabbed her hand, using his thumb to rub her fingers. "How was your day?"

The two continued to talk as they ate. "Good. The garden is thriving, even more than last month. No one's sick in the infirmary right now. Alexandria's doing good."

Rick nodded his head. "Yeaaah. I knew you'd take good care of this place."

"We are taking care of place.", she firmly corrected him.

"Mmm... It's mostly you. I just wanted to say... you're doing an amazing job. And I really appreciate it. Thank you for everything that you do.", Rick complimented her sincerely. And he truly meant every word. He was so beyond grateful for this woman he felt like he couldn't find the words to express it. There were not words strong enough to show his appreciation for her. But he sure tried.

Every word hit her hard, sending tingles throughout her body. His voice did things to her when he spoke softly with his rough, southern drawl.

She decided to take the compliment. She had been working very hard lately and it was nice to feel appreciated. He always knew how to make her feel seen. "Thank you, Rick.", she responded with a hand squeeze. "What about you? How was your day?"

He still had that smile on his face, while also looking kind of sweaty. "Great. Really great. The bridge should be completed in about a week."

"Rick, that's amazing. We should do something to celebrate! Us, the rest of the communities."

Rick shook his head in agreement. "Yeah, I was thinking the same." That was the end of his sentence but it seemed like there was something else he wanted to say. Instead he said, "you don't like the wine?"

"Oh, sorry. I just... don't like the taste of wine and spaghetti."

"Let me get you some water then." He let go of her hand to get up but she tightened her grip.

"I can get it."

Rick laughed. "Let me.", he softly demanded. Michonne released his hand and he swiftly moved to fetch her a glass. "You want ice?"

"Sure."

She watched lovingly as he opened the freezer and grabbed a few cubes out the tray, dropping them into her water. He could feel her eyes on him. "So, this celebration thing... Kingdom will come, Hilltop will come. We can all bring some food. Maybe Eugene can be a DJ, you know since he's handy with that stuff. I'm sure he has all types of CD's, tapes, and whatnot. " He walked back to the table, setting her glass next to her plate and taking his seat again.

"You've got this all planned out, huh?"

He grinned. "Yeah, I guess."

"So when are we doing all this?"

"The night the bridge is complete."

"Have you talked to everyone else about this yet?"

"Well, a little bit. Not in detail. But I don't see why they wouldn't. This would be good for all of us."

"Well, you should talk to them as soon as possible since it's only a few days away."

"Yeah, I'll do that. But..." His voice became slightly shaky.

"But what?"

"I wanted to go over it with you first." He looked down, seemingly unable to meet her eyes. "Michonne... I've had this on my mind a while now. This bridge is the start of something new. It really feels like everything is finally coming together. All the communities coming together like this... this world was broken. And here you are putting the pieces back together. If anyone could do it, it's you." Suddenly he rose out of his chair and bent down on one knee pulling a ring out of the breast pocket of the plaid shirt he was wearing. "You are the love of my life. I love you so, so much. I'm yours till the day I die. Will you marry me?" Michonne could see his chest puffing up and down.

Her eyes begin to well up with tears. Slowly she joined him on his knees, taking both of his hands in hers. "If you would have told me all that time ago that we ended up here, I would have never believed you. I still can't believe it. I love you so much, Rick. You're my one true love. Of course I'll marry you."

Michonne felt Rick's cold wet tears trickle down his face as she pulled him in for a deep kiss. As they pulled away, the pair begin to laugh.

Quietly Rick stood up, taking Michonne's hand again. "Come on.", he whispered, guiding her upstairs to their bedroom. She continued to giggle.

The couple ravished one another as the night went on, just completely enjoying themselves together without a care in the world. They fought so long, so hard for simple moments like these and now their time had finally came. Nothing was gonna keep this from them ever again. Nothing and no one. To them, this was everything. They had the rest of their lives to spend together and not a single moment would go by unappreciated... least of all this one.

After a very long, very pleasureful night exhaustion started to consume them. As daylight slowly crept up on them, they decided it was time to finally get some rest.

"So. You're taking my last name, right?"

Michonne chuckled. "Yes, baby. I'm taking your last name."

Rick softly smiled, placing a tiny kiss on her shoulder as they laid cuddling in their bed. "Good."

#michonne grimes #rick grimes #richonne #the walking dead #twd #the ones who live #towl

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luciferlightbringer · 9 months ago

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Talk to Me

Chapter 2

Lucifer x Fem Fallen Angel Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

CW: Angst, pain, swearing, slow burn, enemies to lovers(ish?), mistrust, lies

Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3 (Updated through Chapter 5)

Eventually, you flutter back into consciousness, but it was not peaceful. You feel the earth tremble accompanied by the sound of distant booms. You startle sitting up, and quickly remember that you have broken bones. You gasp at the pain before trying to turn your attention back to the rumbling. It sounded far off, so you were probably ok for now? But you didn’t trust that there wouldn’t be a battle here soon. You needed to find somewhere else to go.

You tried to stand up, and you manage, but with a broken leg it really hurt. You were just glad no one had found you. You had no idea how long you had been out, but you figured it was at least a day. Then the absolute weakness and hunger in your body kicked in. Ok maybe it had been more than just a day. What were you going to do? Where was there for you to go?

And then it hit you. You groaned at the thought, but there was literally only one actual place you knew of in hell. And that was the Princess’ Hotel. Would you actually be safe there, especially with the extermination coming and fully likely to be aiming at their doors? You racked your head for other options, but with all of the horrible “firsts” you were feeling, you were not coming up with many other options.

You sighed, oh well. It wasn’t like the angels could kill you even when they did come. The hotel it was, and you had sometime still to figure it all out. Before you headed out, you took one last look at your heavenly robe and sighed before ripping it into pieces to use as both rags to wipe off any golden blood, and to use to wrap your arm and your leg.

You could tell your new form was still the demonic shape you had landed in. That made sense. The stories say that Lucifer’s form was also forever changed into a hideous beast when he fell, so too have you, you guessed, feeling your long horns and tail with your new black claws. You wanted to cry, but you swallowed it down. Better you than Emily, that’s what you needed to focus on. You swallowed your pride and headed down into the city.

As you stumbled through the city, you were met with even more horrors told in the stories of Heaven, sinners. There was a dark sinister feeling that wafted through the air, every street there was something so revealing it was almost hard not to stare. Trash fires, people stabbing each other, people drunk on the street, getting cat called… what was that guy doing with barbed wire? Nevermind, you did not want to see more than you had to. Ugh and the smell of it all! What a revolting realm this was. It already felt like quite a shitty first day in Hell, and you had hardly made your way through the city.

The upside was, other than a few catcalls and one guy yelling “Hey! You look like shit!” Most left you alone. Maybe you looked pathetic and beaten up enough that maybe they took pity on you? Oh that made you feel great… the idea of getting pity from the scum of Hell… These were the people the Princess was trying to get into Heaven? Ya right…

You realized you had no idea where you were going or where the hotel was. You tried asking a person or too, most shrugged you off or swore at you. One roughly gestured in a direction, at least that was a start. You started wandering in that direction, when you came across the sight of a tall building that looked like it had very Heavenly architecture. It peaked your curiosity, so you went towards it.

You went inside and it was silent lobby, filled with waiting empty couches and chairs. You were relieved, it almost felt like home. You realized this must have been the Heaven Embassy, you had heard Emily and Sera mention it before. Something about Adam meeting someone here recently. Probably Lucifer. That thought made a tingle of fear run up your spine, were you in same building that he had been in recently?

You went to sit on one of the couches, and you sighed. The first bit of comfort you had felt in a while. Not as good as the couches at home, but it was close. In the safety of the embassy, you found yourself start to tear up, and then the flood came. The tears of fear, sadness, pain, anger, all pouring out as you sat alone in the wide lobby of the Heaven Embassy. You cried loudly and heavily for the first time in your life, until you ran out of energy and slipped back into unconsciousness.

Some while later, you woke up to a light tapping on the bottom of your shoe, accompanied by a soft “I’m sorry dear, but I can’t have sinners sleeping in here.” Your eyes popped open and you moved away from the tapping before remembering the pain in your body again. You looked in the direction of the sound and tapping to see a little… creature with red skin and horns, holding a broom.

“Ahh! I’m sorry I’m not… uhh… not used to being here yet. I can go…” you start to get up.

“It’s ok,” the soft voice said again, a feminine voice, “You’re not in trouble, Heaven just doesn’t want anyone causing trouble in here. Why they would think sinners sleeping in here is trouble? I have no idea. But you are welcome to be in here for a little bit.”

You looked the creature up and down, they must be a hellborn… but why were they so… nice? “Uhh… thank you… uhh…”

“Clarisee, but you can just call me Claire,” she smiled, “I’m the janitor and facility manager of this building.”

“Oh! Well I’m…” you paused, you didn’t want to give your real name, it may sound too “Heavenly” or whatever. “I’m (your fake name(y/fn)),” you said with a weak smile.

“Pleased to meet you, are you new to Hell?” Claire asked.

“Uh… ya… it’s a lot to take in… never thought I would end up down here…” you thought back to the trial.

“It’s not an uncommon feeling, you’ll settle in soon enough” she looked you over “Looks like you already had a nice run in with the locals.”

You were confused but you looked yourself over, she thinks you got in a fight, that was a good cover. “Oh! Ya… I… bumped into someone and… they did not like that… so they just started…” you threw a punch at the arm with your not broken arm, “but like… a lot… and it hurt.”

Claire shook her head, “Oh sinners…”

You looked at her again, “You say that like you are not a sinner.”

Claire chuckled, “Oh because I’m not! I’m an Imp, a hellborn. I was born and raised in Hell, right here in the Pride ring.” She flashed a prideful smile.

“Oh! I see… are all Imps nice?” You asked.

Claire laughed, “Oh hell no! But we aren’t all mean either, same goes with sinners though, you just have to find the right ones.”

You held back making a face, you couldn’t imagine a nice sinner. “I see… well… I don’t want to overstay my welcome. I should be continuing on my journey.” You said getting up from the couch.

“Journey? Haha, where are you off to?” Claire asked with a cocked eyebrow with a michevious smile.

“Oh! Uhh… I’m trying to find a hotel, one that um… the Princess is running?” You asked shyly.

“Oh! That Hazbin Hotel? Ya, ya, I know it. Right on the Eastern edge of the ring,” she said pointing out the window. You look out in the distance and you see a small hill with a weird looking building, topped with a glowing “Hazbin Hotel” sign on the top.

You lit up, “Yes! That’s it! I need to get there.” Heavens, you wished you could just fly over there instead of walking.

Claire smiled and tapped a finger to her chin, looking at how you struggled to stand. “Are you comfortable waiting an hour?”

You looked back at her, “Uhh… why?”

Claire smiled and shrugged “You look like you’re having a hard day and I thought maybe I could just drive you over there instead of you hobbling for hours through the masses.”

You smiled “Really? Oh, I would really appreciate that, if you don’t mind.”

“Give me one hour and then I’ll take you over.”

You sat and waiting an hour for Claire to finish up sweeping and dusting the lobby before you guys walked to her car out back. You had heard of humans having cars but you had never seen one. You got in a you drove through the city on your way to the hotel, nervousness growing in your stomach along with your hunger that was already hurting your insides.

Claire weaved the car down the streets of the city, well… the streets were straight but she had to maneuver around all of the people that were in the streets. You felt better getting the chance to watch the sinners of hell as you passed them by in the safety of the car. It was more like watching animals in a zoo that were trying to attack each other. It wasn’t that way throughout the entire city, but of course violence was all you could focus on. It made you feel so sick and sad.

Before long, you pulled up to the front of the hotel. You thanked Claire before getting out.

“Good luck! And don’t be a stranger ok? You are always welcome as long as you don’t bring any firearms, weapons, drugs, or sex parties, ok?”

You blinked. “Uh, ya! Ok! Sounds good, thanks again,” you closed the door and Claire drove off.

You turned around to see the front of the hotel. Even at the front door you could see the markings of apples and snakes, the symbols of the Morningstar family, symbols of Lucifer. You didn’t consider until now that he might be at the hotel. Oh shit… maybe this was a mistake, but where else could you go?

While you were distracted by your thoughts, inside the hotel lobby, a certain radio demon perked up his ears at the sound of a car outside. His big smile grew a little, before turning to Charlie who was pouring over her new battle plans for Adam’s return in a couple of days, and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Charlie my dear, I hate to interrupt you in the middle of your strategizing, but I believe I just heard a car stop outside the front door and someone get out,” Alastor said his voice crackling through his normal radio filter. Charlie stopped her thought and looked up at him.

“Someone’s outside?” She asked and looked to the door. More people had been coming in and out related to the extermination defense preparations, but she didn’t think Alastor would be reacting like this if it was one of them. Charlie stood up and walked over the door and opened it, looking out and seeing you lost in a panicked thought out on the entryway to the hotel.

“Oh! Hi there.” Charlie said softly, not wanting to startle you.

You still jumped a little as you were pulled back in to present and realized the Princess had just opened the door and addressed you.

“Oh uhh…” you bowed, “H-Hello y-your highness.”

Charlie blinked and then chuckled as she open the door further and took a step towards you, “Oh please, just call me Charlie. And you are?”

You straightened up, half surprised to feel a familiar sense of comfort from her, you looked at her face. Her expression was warm and soft, with a touch of concern, and most importantly of all, no recognition of you. “Oh uhh… (y/fn)… my name is (y/fn).”

“Pleased to meet you, (y/fn). What can I do for you? Are you… interested in the hotel?” Charlie’s eyes lit up a little.

“Uhh… yes! I am. I uhh… I’ve only been here for a short while… in Hell and uhh…” you looked down are your broken limbs. “I-I was attacked… haven’t had much to eat or a place to stay. I uhh… heard something about this hotel and I thought I would come check it out. I heard you uhh… rehabilitate sinners?”

Charlie started to bounce in place “Yes!! Oh yes! Welcomeeeee to the Hazbin Hotel!” Charlie stopped again ones she looked at your hurt and malnourished form. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry about your wounds. Would you like some help in?”

“Uhh.. ya that would be grea-“ before you could finish, Charlie scoops you up and carries you inside. You expected he to aid you not just full on pick you up! She just picked you up like you were a small child! She was gentle though, and you were happy to not be on your leg anymore. She hip bumped the door open and carried you over to the couch before gently setting you down.

“Vaggie! Can you grab the med kit? Also some water and any food we might have?” Charlie called out. A shadowy figure emerged from the shadows with a cup in hand, “I’ve got the water, my dear, and I’d be happy to grab some leftover jambalaya from last night if you’d like.” He handed to cup to Charlie and then she turned to had it to you, who was staring in fear at this new figure. If him emerging from the shadows wasn’t already creepy, his appearance and energy was terrifying… This couldn’t be him, could it?

“Oh! (Y/fn), this is Alastor, or facilities manager. Alastor this is (y/fn),” said Charlie.

“A pleasure to meet you darling, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?” Alastor asked with a pleasant smile, even though it does not seem as pleasant to you. You did feel at least a little bit more calm now that you knew that this was not Lucifer. But he was still an unsettling sight.

“Will… will it hurt me?” You asked.

Alastor laugh swatting a hand, “Heavens no! Although that is a devious thought… no, no, no, no. I would never use my mother’s recipe for murder. It’s just leftovers from dinner I made last night.”

“Oh… uhh… ya, sure. I’ve never had it before,” you said. Alastor’s eyes grin widened.

“Well then you are in for a real treat! I’ll be right back!” and he disappeared back into the shadows of the floor. You looked at Charlie before taking the cup and quickly inhaling the water.

“Don’t mind him, Alastor is… a character. But he has been here helping me build the hotel since day one,” Charlie said, Vaggie entered the room with a box, “Along with my girlfriend, Vaggie here, my literal and figurative angel.” She said looking happily at her girlfriend.

Vaggie chuckled, “Are we just telling everyone now?” She put down the box next to Charlie.

“Oh! Sorry, just still processing it.” Charlie said giving Vaggie a shy smile. Vaggie put a hand on her shoulder, “It’s ok, I understand, I was just teasing.”

Wait… what? Literal and figurative angel? Charlie and Vaggie caught your confused look.

“Oh haha… umm Vaggie here is an angel… well… ex-angel? She used to be an exorcist and now she is not… it’s a whole thing,” Charlie said.

You looked back and forth between Charlie and Vaggie. What? There was another angel down here? An exorcist for that matter?

“An exorcist?” You covered your mouth. You didn’t mean to let that slip out. Crap, did you just blow your cover already?

“Oh right! You said you are new right? You probably don’t even know about the… the exterminations…” Charlie gave Vaggie a look. Oh thank Heavens that is how they took that comment instead of your wondering what an exorcist was doing down here.

“We should probably tell her, it’s only fair,” Vaggie said to Charlie. Charlie sighed. You played dumb and gave them a confused look, even though you knew what was coming next.

“So… every year an army of angels come down and kill a bunch of mortal souls, erasing them completely. They… maybe have not liked the idea of my hotel and might… be focusing their next extermination on us…” Charlie gave a big anxious smile. “It’s totally understandable if you don’t want to stay butttt we do have an attack plan to defend ourselves.”

You blinked, “Oh wow… that’s a lot… how are you gonna defend yourself against angels? Can they be killed?” It was a silly question because you already knew they couldn’t.

“Yes, they can!” Charlie beamed. You froze, trying to not make it obvious that her statement was causing you fear for your own life.

“Oh… wow, how?” You asked as calmly as you could. Vaggie noticed the fear in your voice but just continued to watch as you and Charlie talked.

“With angelic weapons! So we are defending ourselves with this metal that angels had left from previous exterminations. But…” she put a hand on your shoulder, “we understand that you just got here, so if you don’t want to stay or don’t want to fight, you don’t have to.”

You looked off in the distance, glad that your current mental breakdown from your new found sense of mortality was being perceived as panic over the idea of an extermination.

“I… uh… I want to stay… but I don’t want to fight. I honestly don’t know if I could fight. When is it happening?”

“In like… a few days…” Charlie responded.

A few days?! You thought you had at least a week! How long were you out for? A week or two?!

“We can find a place to keep you save… maybe… oh! Maybe my dad could…”

“No!” You shouted louder than you meant to, earning a confused look from Charlie and Vaggie. “Sorry! Uhh, I mean… Noooo need to worry about that, heh, I know someone that I can hide with for a day. They are the reason I’ve made it this long.”

Charlie smiled, “Great!” At that point, Alastor made it back into the lobby with a big bowl of that jambalaya, which you practically inhaled as soon he handed it to you. It was surprisingly good, you told Alastor and he beamed before heading off to other matters. You were going to keep an eye on that one.

Charlie then worked with you to take off the makeshift wraps before replacing them with some nicer wraps for your arm and leg that were more like casts, and giving you some pain meds. You were thankful that there was no golden blood on any of the wraps at this point to give you away. “There we go. Now, would you like us to show you to your room?” Charlie asked. You nodded. Charlie and Vaggie helped you up the stairs and into the first available room.

While chatting with you, Charlie’s phone started to ring and she answered, it was her dad. It was Lucifer. You couldn’t make out what he was staying, but the bits of speech were fast and higher pitched than you expected. Energetic even? Charlie responded back in kind, excitedly tell him about the hotel’s next guest and giving you a wink. You must have had an uncomfortable look on your face, because Charlie quickly added how you had been in pretty bad shape so he probably would not get to meet you today, before adding a quiet “Also I think she is new to hell and might not be ready to meet, ya know… the devil yet.” He seemed to respond with an understanding murmur before Charlie said she would see him later and ended the call.

“Sorry about that, dad is coming over later to go over some things. He’s just nervous about all this,” Charlie said sheepishly. Lucifer is nervous?

“Oh… is he not into like fighting and stuff?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh no! He hates fights! Hates conflict in general. He is powerful, but tries to avoid it unless he has to. Plus he is also worried because he basically can’t even step in unless a hellborn gets hurt, which basically just means me or my guardians. He’s hands are really tied,” Charlie gave a concerned look at the floor, before shaking her head. “But uh, anyways, I know this is a lot to take in so, I won’t have you meeting him any times soon. I know they have a really negative few of him on earth, but he really is a nice guy. Just… a little rough around the edges, heh…. And a little socially awkward at times… But he is getting better!”

You smiled and nodded, “Thanks, ya… maybe once I’ve had some more time to rest.”

You hoped that you would never have to meet Lucifer, but it seems like you might have to meet him at some point. The Princess seemed to have an interesting take on her father. Did she just have a screwed view of how evil he was? The again, just as when you met her in Heaven, she wasn’t mean, she didn’t push, she even… seemed to notice that you didn’t feel comfortable meeting her dad… and she was ok with that? Could her father be similar?

You didn’t even want to get started thinking about Vaggie’s situation. There was another fallen angel besides Lucifer and that wasn’t broadcasted everywhere for her to be made as an example too? More than that… how long ago did she far? And… why didn’t you remember her? You had been around for a while, but you feel like you would have remembered her, even a little.

Vaggie and Charlie got you set up in your new room for the next few days and then let you be, saying they would let you know when dinner was ready. Soon they left and you were alone, still afraid, but at least you had a place to stay with people you had at least met before while you recovered.

You laid out on the bed, it wasn’t the greatest but it worked for what you needed it for. You wanted to stretch out your wings, but the spot where one was missing still burned, and you didn’t trust that they wouldn’t just bust into the room or spy on you or something. No, you couldn’t let your wings out yet.

You stared up at the ceiling, trying to relax, but so many factors were swirling in your head. So many questions about what was real and what wasn’t. The meeting, Emily’s information about the meeting, Adam and his army, the extermination, the court, the fall, your wing, the experience of Hell, the Princess, her Fallen Angel girlfriend, the weapons, the timeframe… Lucifer… you were still afraid of him, very afraid of him. But if Heaven was bending the truth on other things… could they have done that amount him too? Your centuries of devotion made you want to push that thought out of your mind, tell you that you were just being manipulated… but damn… some things were really starting to not make sense anymore.

After a while of laying there, you heard a chatter start to rise door in the lobby. You got up and snuck closer to the door to get a better listen, you were not able to make out much until you heard a loud giggle that sounded like the Princess followed by “Oh my God, Dad!” followed by a loud masculine voice replying with “Haha! See? I told you, Alastor!” that sounded similar to the murmur on the phone.

Your breathing started to pick up pace, was that him? Could the Bringer of Evil, Scorn of Heaven, Original Sin, Fallen Angel, Betrayer Serpent… Lucifer Morningstar… be downstairs? Every cell in you body told you to run, you hide, to damn getting caught and fly as far away as you could… but your curiosity was more powerful, and you cracked open the door the smallest fraction. Your room would not be seen from where they were, but you still worried.

With the door cracked more, you were able to hear slightly more of the conversation, though this distance still made it a little muddled. Overall you were catching to sounds of joking and then what sounded like Lucifer arguing with Alastor, before Charlie and Vaggie told them both to cool it. The conversation flipped through some topics until it landed on you, which startled you.

The voice you believed to be Lucifer asked how “the new guest” was, his daughter responded how you were starving and had broken bones when you arrived and were up resetting. You hear a sigh, and then some soft comment about sinners, you were surprised by how sad the tone sounded. He asked his daughter if you would want him to look at your wounds to heal them, and she turned him down, thanking him but advocating for you needing space to rest. He muttered something in acknowledgment.

At this point you closed the door and went back you your bed, back to staring at the ceiling. Now with even more questions and even more curiosity. The curiosity is what scared you the most. He sounded… well he sounded like an older male Charlie, from the small bit you heard from him. Offering to heal your wounds? If you weren’t so afraid of him, you would have taken him up on that. You were curious about that.

Your head was swimming, and if you weren’t taking pain meds you would have probably had a headache at this point. You were staying to drift, and you faded into unconsciousness. Charlie came by later to offer you food, but that that point you were passed out. She ended up just slipping a note under your door and getting a plate set up for you and put in the fridge for whenever you were ready.

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just-wrting · 2 years ago

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Perhaps a Little Jealous

Title: Perhaps a Little Jealous

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Read

Summary: After gifting Hotch a new sweater, you use it to your advantage to keep other women away. Unfortunately, this doesn’t go unnoticed.

Word Count: 1817

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A/N: My first actual post in forever and it’s not Supernatural. I think having to keep this blog Supernatural related got to me and I just kinda neglected it. I think opening up requests for a multitude of fandoms will help my creativity! Anyway, enjoy some of my current obsession: Criminal Minds’ Aaron Hotchner!

Part 2

Knocking on Hotch’s office door, you smooth out your shirt. Granted, you didn’t have to give Hotch a gift, but you feel obligated to give him something. He had prevented you from getting injured, or worse killed. So in an effort to say thanks, you had gotten him a gift.

“Yes?”

Hotch’s office door swings open and you look at him sheepishly. ��I wanted to give you a gift. To say thanks for saving me on the last case. Can I come in?”

Hotch steps aside to let you in. You make your way over to his desk and stand next to the guest chair. You can’t bear to face him due to your face being so red. You know why you are nervous. You just don’t want to admit it.

“You got me a gift? For doing my job?” Hotch makes his way to his desk. “I don’t think this is necessary.”

You glance up to look into his eyes before looking away. You had magically found an excuse to give him a gift, but you are scared to tell him the real reason. You are giving him a gift cause it was a way that you showed you loved someone. Well in this case have feelings for.

“I think it's just a nice thing to do.” You are quick to answer. “You’ve done so much for me since I started at the BAU and not to mention you did save me on the last case.”

Hotch looks like he might ask more, but he graciously holds his hand out for the gift instead. “(Y/N), you’re a member of the team. I was just doing what I would do for any of the others.”

Your heart sinks a little. Of course, Hotch would say something like that. At the end of the day, he is your boss. Hotch is someone you should never have developed feelings for. Yet here you are. Standing in his office, handing him a gift, and almost hoping that he would read into and figure you out.

“Still. It’s just something I like to do for people I care about or like. Like I gave Garcia some coupons I had found for a brand that matches her style.”

You watch as Hotch pulls the ribbon off of the gift. You are nervous. Your heart is pounding. If Hotch took one good look at you, you know that he would be able to pick you apart and say the words you were thinking.

“Coupons and a gift you went out and bought are two different things, (Y/N). Besides, this,” he pulls the sweater out of the box, “looks like it cost you more than some coupons.”

“Hotch, if it bothers you, I can take it back. I just thought that having something comfortable while on a case or that you can use to stay warm in the hotels would be nice. I’m sure I got your size right, but if I didn’t there is a gift receipt in the box.”

Hotch checks the tag and shakes out the sweater. You know it was his style, the quarter-zip, and his color, a wine red. You are almost one hundred percent sure that you had gotten his size, a large, though you’re sure that even if it isn’t the right size he’d still look good. The only thing you didn’t know was whether or not he would like it.

“This is,” Hotch pauses while feeling the material, “very soft. Where did you get this? Actually, if you don’t mind me asking, how much was it?” You give him a smile as someone knocks on the door. “Looks like J.J. was right. There’s always a new case almost right after the last.”

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It’s the morning of the third day on this case and weirdly enough, you are starving. Normally you get up too late to actually grab breakfast or anything, but today you woke up right as the hotel started putting breakfast out.

Hotch had told you all to make sure you got enough rest last night and to be one hundred percent ready to tackle the case this morning. This meant that you were allowed to get almost eight hours of sleep, closer to seven but who was really counting, and you were allowed to have more than a cup of coffee and a stale muffin for breakfast.

Not only are you right on time, but you also are surprised to see Hotch standing in line for the coffee maker. The new quarter-zip looks very nice on him and you realize that you weren’t the only one who noticed. A pair of women sit at the window, eyeing him from over their teas.

“Hotch!” You speed up your steps. “You should've had me grab you breakfast.”

You step as close as you think you can without getting in his way. The zipper of his sweater going at a diagonal angle makes you want to laugh. Knowing how motivated he is to finish cases, you figure he probably stayed up late and slept in it.

“Your thing, uh zipper, it’s crooked. Here let me fix it for you. Did you end up sleeping in this?”

Your hand grasps the collar of the sweater and gently adjusts it. Smoothing out the fabric, you give Hotch a soft smile. You like that he was wearing the sweater you got him. You didn’t like the fact that other women seem like they wanted to flirt with him.

“You can tell that I didn’t follow my own orders, can’t you?” Hotch asks as he puts a lid on his coffee.

You giggle. “Oh yes. Though if you were up all night looking at the files maybe you magically found something new.”

He hands you your own coffee and walks you toward the ever-wonderful selection of the hotel buffet. “I did see a few things. They could mean nothing, but without a second opinion, I’m unsure. Do you mind if I join you for breakfast and share them?”

You stand there in shock. Is he asking you to have breakfast with him? Not just the whole team? Could it actually just be so he could tell you to not invade his personal space again?

“Uh yeah! My room is super close, J.J. got me the room closest to the front door so that way when I’m running late I’m faster. Is that fine?”

He gives you a quick nod before grabbing some toast. Thankfully he doesn’t leave your side, or make any comments, as you load up your plate. He doesn’t even complain when you toss both a yogurt and a muffin on his plate.

The two of you are silent as you walk what was probably only a minute to your room, but feels like ages to you. You are nervous, not only are you still in pajamas, not even like the ones on television you are wearing the silly cat meme shirt, but you are going to have Aaron Hotchner in your hotel room.

“Sorry about the mess. The only person who usually comes in, well besides the staff, is Emily or J.J. Sometimes Morgan if he thinks I need further teasing. If I’m not treating it like it’s my room I just can’t think right.”

Hotch makes no comment. He instead opts to pull the chair from the desk and offer it to you. You shake your head and pull out the stool. “Actually, I’ll let the boss sit in the fancy chair. I can use the footrest as a seat.”

Hotch lets out a chuckle as he sits down. “The probably cheap office chair is fancy to you?”

You lower the chunk of waffle from your face. “As fancy as a cheap office chair can be. What did you notice?”

Hotch folds his hands on the table. “You paused after saying my name in the lobby. Almost as if you regretted it or noticed something else. When you came up to me you stood closer than you usually did and took your time making sure I was presentable.”

Swallowing hard, you look into his eyes. “Oh. Is this what you meant by opinions to share?”

You think you see a smile on his face as he continues, “You made sure that you put extra food on my plate like you were looking out for me. All of this would leave an impression on others that we’re close. And given the fact that hotels are usually couples or families on vacation this impression would be that we are together.”

You rub your arm and look away. Who said he could look so handsome while profiling your feelings? Just cause he was good at his job doesn’t mean you wanted to be the target.

“You saw the same women sitting near the window that I did, didn’t you? What made you give them the wrong impression?”

You know if you looked at him you’d give everything away even if you lied. “There’s no need for women to be taking up your time. We are on a case. Just because you won’t entertain them, doesn’t mean they won't waste time.”

“You’re very easy to read. When you feel like you can’t control your emotions, you look away. So I know that you’re hiding something or you’re lying to me.”

You know your face is red. You can’t do anything about that. Instead, you turn and face Hotch.

“The team can’t have women taking up time that could be spent working the case.”

Hotch’s smile wavers. “I know you’re lying to me. If that was truly the reason, your face wouldn’t be so flushed. Would you like to know what I think?”

You lick your lips and nod. “If you think you can read me that well then go ahead Hotch. Surprise me.”

This time he leans in. You would worry about the food and coffee spilling but you can’t focus that well with Hotch’s face only a foot away from yours.

“I think that you saw those women watching me and got jealous. Perhaps you got just a little bit,” he pauses and you know the word he’s thinking of, “possessive? You wanted to scare them off and make them think I was taken.”

“What would you do if that was the reason?” You hold your breath. “Would you tell me off?”

Glancing at the clock behind you, Hotch gives a smile. He stands up and leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Perhaps after the case is over we can go and get breakfast. Someplace that isn’t your hotel room. Let me know if that works for you, (Y/N).”

With that, Hotch leaves your room. You’re a flustered mess due to his teasing. You never even knew that Hotch could tease. Your ear still feels warm from where he whispered and you do your best to calm down.

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year ago

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Mafia AU Part 2

After the party, life went on as usual. Eddie really thought nothing of it until he and Wayne had to go back to the Marini estate a few days later. It was Eddie's second time ever being there, so he assumed he would be included in some sort of important conversation. But instead, his uncle went through a door and left him behind. Before the door was shut, he got a glimpse of the Don himself. Wayne told him to sit outside and behave himself. Which Eddie did. For about a minute.

If they were in a completely different room anyway. It's not like they're going to see where he goes or what he does. He could pull his pants down and moon the door for all they'd know about it. Eddie kept his pants on though. He stood from the chair and started to explore. Since today was supposed to be important gathering, he was dressed for it again today. Button down shirt, gray slacks and suspenders. No jacket though and Wayne had said that was fine.

He almost wished he did though. The Marinis (or was it the Harringtons?) had plenty of little trinkets around their mansion that would've been fun to smuggle out. He could probably still fit something in his pocket though. Like the tiny but beautiful crystal dolphin that was sitting amongst other things in a hallway alcove. Eddie snatched it right up and put both hands in his pocket, whistling away. Get this to the right pawn shop and he and Wayne could be sitting pretty for a while. And these rich fucks wouldn't even notice it missing.

Eddie passed by a window and saw that there was quite the garden outside. A nice stroll in nature was just what he needed. He and Wayne lived in a tiny ass apartment in the city. Not a lot of chances to see green outside the florist. Once he got out there, he put his hat back on to shade his eyes. Eddie took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the leaves, of the flowers, and of...something else. He sniffed some more as he walked, the faint smell getting stronger and then he heard voices.

Steve was here.

With someone.

Ahead of Eddie was a tall hedge, covered in roses. It looked like someone could get lost in there. And when Eddie entered, he quickly realized it was a maze. He grinned. Now this was entertainment. He wondered what they had in the middle? Probably some kind of centerpiece? Eddie was still following that scent of Steve. It was soft and sweet and he knew he was getting close. Eddie peeked around a corner and saw Steve sitting on a bench, talking to a girl, a beta. Obviously this was the center. It had a fountain, which was a little disappointing.

He didn't know what either of them were saying as they were both speaking Italian. All Eddie knew were a few curse words. The girl got up and left Steve, exiting the other way. Eddie was about to announce his presence when Tommy of all people swooped in.

"That took me forever. Guess you're just better at this maze, than me."

"Well, I've been through it a few times", Steve said.

Tommy sat down next to Steve, just a little too close for Eddie's comfort, knowing that Tommy had Steve in his sights. He had no idea how Steve felt. Maybe Tommy was the alpha of his dreams. But he was doubtful, seeing as the omega turned his head away.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?", Eddie announced himself, walking over.

Tommy clearly didn't want him here. He was straight up glaring at Eddie while putting an arm across the bench, like he was already claiming Steve. Steve didn't seem mad at being interrupted. If anything, he looked intrigued.

"What are you doing here, Munson?"

"I can't stop and smell the roses?", Eddie asked, leaning over to sniff at one of the blossoms that were nose height on the hedge.

"It's rude to walk around someone else's place. And imagine if I weren't here", Tommy looked to Steve as he said this. "It's not proper for an omega to be alone with an alpha, both of them unmated."

Steve opened his mouth but Eddie beat him to it. "And what're you? Chopped liver?"

"The boss trusts me. Comes with the territory of being a family friend."

"You must get sooo many perks."

"Tommy, you mind going to check on lunch for me?", Steve asked.

Tommy's head swiveled. "What? Am I your errand boy now?"

Steve leveled him a look that said 'you always have been'. "My father trusts you so much, after all."

"...But...I can't...", his eyes glanced to Eddie.

"I'm not getting less hungry the longer you sit here." Steve put his chin in his hand. "I wonder if there's anyone else here who's better at listening and following orders?"

Tommy got up, straightened his jacket, and walked off, purposely bumping shoulders with Eddie on the way out. Eddie felt the slightest urge to knock heads with him for that, but he was more curious about why Steve would get them alone like this. Tommy was right, being alone with an alpha like him wouldn't be good for Steve's reputation. Especially a lowborn one like Eddie, who technically wasn't even part of the family.

"What kind of lunch do they serve in this joint? I bet you guys get veal here", Eddie said, just trying to fill the silence as Steve inspected him from the bench.

"Your uncle is in a meeting right now. Do you know why?"

Eddie shrugged. "They kept me outside, so I haven't the slightest." Then he grinned. "Maybe they're discussing your dowry to the Hagans."

"Not funny", Steve said, even though he was smiling. "You're still standing."

"Munsons get beat down but we always get back up."

"No, I mean, there's room for you to sit. Why aren't you sitting?"

"And take Hagan's spot? Isn't this the job where you try NOT to make enemies?"

"Are you afraid of Tommy?", Steve asked, eyebrow raised.

Eddie scoffed. "Of him? I called the guy chopped liver but at least that tastes good on bread. I wouldn't spread Tommy on the stalest of crackers."

"I'm going to assume that's an insult because I've never had chopped liver."

Eddie tapped his chin and then snapped his fingers. "It's the poor man's foie gras."

"Ah, so meat mush", Steve nodded in understanding.

"Delicious meat mush. If that fancy pate isn't your thing, you gotta try the deli I got to. Ms. Byers is a small woman but she can butcher the hell out of anything and make it good."

"Maybe she should join the family." Steve smiled at Eddie and then patted the empty space next to him.

Eddie eyed it, feeling tempted, yet not entirely trusting himself. He didn't know Steve that well, but he knew the kinds of games that omegas like to play sometimes. Especially the bored, rich ones. Eddie had never met a bored and rich omega before Steve but he'd heard stories. They got their kicks with alphas, playing around with them until they got caught. And it was always the alpha who paid the price for deflowering an omega that didn't belong to them, ruining them for marriage. Eddie thought maybe they could be afforded more progressive thinking in the year 1986, but for some folks their memory and values didn't go past 1945. Well really, some of them 1870.

In fact, it already felt like playing with fire being alone with Steve for this long. It didn't matter that they were outside, anyone could use this against them.

"I think I should be getting back to my uncle. He still thinks I'm a kid and if I'm not where he left me, he'll put on a search party."

"Sounds like he cares."

"Oh no, he just wants to curb any potential property damage. He lost me at the fair once and by the time he found me, I had already set fire to a kiddy coaster."

Steve laughed, a real laugh, and it was like a bell. He stood up and Eddie noticed that they were practically wearing the same outfit, right down to the suspenders. The only difference, which Eddie could see as he got closer, was the quality. Everything looked perfectly tailored to him. Steve grabbed his jacket off the bench and slid it back on.

"Well then, you'd best get back to your uncle. I wouldn't want you to set off any fires."

"And you? How does a mobster spend a lovely afternoon like this?"

"Steve?! Hey Steve! Where are you!?", Tommy's voice rang somewhere in the distance.

"Helping his friend find his way out of a maze that he's been doing since he was ten", Steve sighed.

Eddie shrugged. "Eh, so mazes aren't his forte. Everyone's got their strengths."

"And what would you say are yours?", Steve asked, tilting his head.

Eddie heard footsteps approaching and decided to be just the smallest bit bold. He took a few steps closer to Steve, so that they were almost toe to toe. He wondered if it spoke to Steve's confidence in holding his own in a fight or if he just knew he could have Eddie killed no problem that he didn't flinch or take a step back.

"I'm good with my hands", Eddie said, patting Steve on the chest just as someone shouted "Hey!"

Eddie took a step back and there was that girl from before. She looked ready to beat Eddie with a stick but also scared if she'd have to do it. Eddie kept her from having to make the choice and stepped away from Steve, hands up and clear.

"I'll be taking my leave now, Mr. Harrington", he said with a slight bow.

"I'll be seeing you, Mr. Munson."

Eddie turned and left, finding his way out of the maze with ease but not before running into Tommy and pointing him in the direction of a dead end. He'd figure it out eventually. And if not, well the Marini staff had to be pretty good at disposing of bodies.

Back in the center, Steve was still staring at the spot Eddie had vacated.

"Hello? Earth to Steve? That was Eddie Munson? Seemed pretty handsy."

Steve patted the pocket on his jacket and took something out. One of the crystal figurines that were around the house. This one, a dolphin. Steve's lips curled up in a smile. "Yeah. That was Munson. Come on, Robin. I need to talk with my father."

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Eddie and Wayne didn't talk the whole way home, except for Eddie asking if they could stop by the deli first. Talking with Steve had gotten him hungry for it. And Wayne looked like he had something on his mind. Almost as soon as they got home, the phone rang and Wayne got on, talking for at least a half an hour. It seemed important, so Eddie stayed put in the apartment, giving him privacy but keeping himself available.

Wayne hung up with a sigh and rubbed his face. Eddie was in the middle of ironing clothes for both of them.

"What's up?", he asked.

"You're being sponsored", Wayne said.

"....What?"

"Sponsored. You. To be in the family."

Eddie nearly dropped the iron in his shock. He cursed and turned to unplug it and get away from the hot metal. "I'm being sponsored? When?! By who?!"

"Now don't get all excited. Initiation is going to be some of the hardest work you'll ever do. And even then, it's not a guarantee you'll get in."

"But this is good, right?! If I get in, we'll both be part of the family! We can get out of this crummy apartment and afford more than one suit and-and pay off our debts and our lives won't suck! We can break the Munson curse!"

"Ain't no curse, how many times I gotta tell you that?"

Eddie frowned at him. "Is that why my mom's life was all daisies and butter when she met my dad?"

"'Daisies and butter'?"

"People say that."

"Who? The ladies down at the bingo parlor?"

"You're doing that thing. You're making jokes", Eddie pointed out.

"Well who do you think you get it from?"

"Wayne...I want to do this. I can do this. And if we're both bringing in the big bucks, we can make our lives better. Even without the curse, that's a fact."

Wayne sighed and sat down on the couch heavily. Even he was thinking a new one would be nice. But at the cost of his nephew? He looked up at him, eyes sad.

"I never wanted this life for you."

Eddie sat down next to him. "A little late for that. So who's my sponsor? Is it Swirly?"

"Well that's the strangest thing. For whatever reason, the boss' son himself said he wanted to sponsor you."

"Steve?", Eddie squeaked.

"Oh he's 'Steve' now, is he?"

"He's always been-okay don't give me that look I haven't-we haven't... I talked to him once, well, technically twice, but you were there the first time! And nothing happened the second time. I have witnesses! Uh, they only saw part of it, but I-you-you're messing with me, aren't you?"

"About Steve Harrington being your sponsor? No. But I'm enjoying watching my nephew get in a tizzy over a handsome omega. Just make sure you don't ever forget who he is", Wayne reminded him.

"Oh trust me, I won't. He looks like everything touches turns to gold. Too rich for my blood."

"It's not even really about him. It's about his father. And what he could do to us if he thinks we've stepped out of line. And I know how you like to toe the line."

"With the trained expertise of a ballerina~"

"You get that from your father. And he tripped up and landed himself behind bars. He got off lucky. Cross the Marinis and they won't be so generous", Wayne warned.

"Got it, putting the pointe shoes away." Eddie knew this was no small gesture. Being sponsored meant everything. Something he said or did must've resonated with Steve. Or maybe this was still a bored, rich omega game. Either way, he wasn't going to waste this chance.

Part 4

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cressthebest · 3 months ago

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 44

chapter 67:

1. jfc remus (how is he that strong)

2. god, can’t our side have one fucking win? all these people captured. including my remus

3. “"She started the war for me, and she'll end it for me, too."” GOD i love lesbians

4. NO NO NOOOO NO NO NOOOOOO NOOOOO NOOOO MARLENE STOP NOOOOO!!! SHE WANTS TO PROPOSE TO DORCAS AFTER THE WAR!!!! SHES GONNA DIE I CANT HANDLE THIS

5. 😦

6. marlene?? i-

7. i’m still in shock

8. okay i have my bearings. this is why the post is two days after the last one lol. anyways, i’m actually pissed that she didn’t get to die a big dramatic or memorable death. she didn’t do anything. it was just a landmine. and she’s dead. and i get it, i really do. war isn’t always big heroic deaths. it’s also this. where one moment, you’re planning to propose to your partner and laughing with your freind, and half a second later, you’re blown to bits. but genuinely, her death fucked me up. i knew it was coming, but not like this. holy shit, not like this

anyways, the first thing i did after i read that bit was text my freind. and first thing they did was call me. i sent in bold “IM CRYING” and i get back “why” “MARLENE” bro immediate call. not well. not well at all

9. i continued and read the rest of her death. and her last words being dorcas will forever fuck me up

10. PANDORA????? PANDORA????

12. anyways all i did was call back the freind and say “PANDORA” and that bitch laughed at me. (love them to death) told them to go suck a lemon (they’d never heard that phrase before) and then they made me hang up to finish reading

my poor roommate has heard me call this freind twice (it’s ten o’clock at night)

13. “Horace would need more than just two hands, many more, to count the amount of people who would have gladly put their guns down for Pandora alone.” yeah, me for one

14. FLEAMONT NOOOOO

15. james will be devestated beyond belief

16. remus? huh??? he was shot in the head. but. he had a pov. i’m not sure now

17. …dorcas? i was so sure she had a pov

no wait she has a pocket. just checked

18. regulus???

19. um actually albus can fucking keel over. wont save all those other people in the lineup, then hears his brothers name and is willing to sacrifice the war for him. i get it, but alberforth knew this would happen to him

20. huh, damn. and alberforth still gets shot

21. 🚨🚨🚨pandora is safe. holy shit pandora is safe. i repeat pandora is safe 🚨🚨🚨

22. and fleamont and suddenly that all made sense

23. “”You forgot to count your bullets."” do i hate snape? yeah. but that’s fucking iconic

24. “Riddle lost the moment those doors burst open and two of Euphemia's someday son-in-laws moved into the room with Dorcas Meadowes one step ahead of them.” lmao freaking iconic. more historically important than trump getting shot

25. effie stopping to mourn barty gave me chills

26. NO FLEAMONT!!!! i’m getting fucking whiplash from this

27. effie having such a short pov but still so much emotion and character is shown in her love for fleamont

28. yall remus, regulus, and dorcas are fucking insane.

and i’m so here for it

29. “For all those years Sirius was taken away from him, Regulus breaks Riddle's fingers. Ten years, ten fingers.

For what Riddle took from James, Regulus takes his eyes. This is a difficult task. Regulus has never removed someone's eyes before. It's messy, and it takes the combined efforts of Remus and Dorcas to keep Riddle from flopping right out of his chair.”

mom pick me up i’m scared

30. “There are no good people in war, and now Dorcas thinks there are no good people out of it—certainly not her, because she would gladly go back into it just to have Marlene again.”

going feral over this actually. i’m unwell. i’m so freaking feral over this omg

31. reading authors notes and finding out that monty was author’s prim is actually making me go fucking insane

32. 😀 hi i’m unwell

(anyways side note, uhhh chapter was fucking insane but also like if y’all are reading this fic or this post, just know that there is no anger or resentment towards the author. he wrote this for himself and shared it with us. it’s a masterpiece and we RESPECT people. so yeah, this is the story he wanted to tell, so he wrote it for himself. just ya know, so yall remember)

[also don’t sell fics 😊 i will hunt you down]

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miizuzu · 5 months ago

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Sorry for the long wait again... MDNI, not proofread, sorry for mistakes... This is a long one...Enjoy?

Part 7

Xavier sits at the cash register while constantly darting his eyes to the clock on the wall, the time was 11:21 am, his mind keeps playing back the line of you telling him you would bring him lunch for watching his friends shop. It had been a slow day with not many people coming in, he sometimes wondered how his friend could still make a living by selling second hand books. His eyes looking up at the clock again, 11:24 am, only 3 minutes had passed? It felt like hours already. He wanted to go home and be with you instead, he took his phone out to see if you'd sent him a message about what food you would bring him, but there was nothing to his dismay.

He started going through his phone, looking through the gallery, it brought a smile to his face just looking at pictures of you. He scrolls through the pictures he got from Rafayel, which he has to give him credit for since he always manages to capture the best of your smiles. His eyes stopped at the video, the one he took while you were sandwiched between him and Rafayel, his thumb hovered over it for a moment, eyes became darken and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He finally tab on it, the volume of his phone on the lowest possible setting, just in case a random customer walks in. His breath quickens and he could hear his heart beating out of his chest, just as it got to the part where you took him in your mouth, the front door opened and he panicked and locked his phone instantly and placed it face down on the counter.

You walked into the store and saw him look flustered, one of your brows raised as a questioning look overcomes you. “Why is your face so red?” you looked at Xavier while slowly walking towards him, Zayne following close behind you. It was as if Xavier was trying to back away from you, his back leaning further back on the chair. “I’m just happy to see you.” He replies as he puts on his innocent smiling face. “What did you get me for lunch?” “I bought you some dumplings and fried noodles, would that be ok?” You were worried if it was not his preference. “I’m not picky, anything you get must be delicious.” He's letting out a genuine smile now.

Just as you were about to put the food down on the counter, you stumbled over your own foot, it was fortunate that Zayne was there to catch you before you fell. Your face burns red with embarrassment as you get back on your feet and put the food down. Zaynes' phone started ringing, it was Dr. Greyson wanted to meet up with Zayne to return some of the books he borrowed from him. Zayne thought Xavier could use some time being alone with you, Zayne is so considerate for people around him and he knows how much Xavier meant to you as well. “I will be back in a while, I will leave Y/N in your capable hands.” You smiled at Zayne as he walked out of the store.

Xavier was getting you a chair, placing it beside him for you to sit as you unpack the food for him, he extended his hand over to you to guide you over to him. “Have you eaten?” Xavier asks as he snaps the wooden chopsticks apart. “Not yet, there's enough food for all 3 of us, but I guess it's just the 2 of us now.” You opened your mouth, gesturing Xavier to feed you, Xavier picked up a dumpling and carefully guided it into your mouth, your face looked so happy after eating it. Xavier starts eating as well and your eyes start looking around the shop, you notice they don't open on Sunday, meaning Xaiver wouldn't have to come help tomorrow.

“So, how was business today? Was it busy this morning?” You asked Xavier before helping yourself with some noodles. “It has been pretty slow, it felt like forever until you showed up.” He picked up the container with the noodles and was about to take a big bite out of it. “But you had your phone with you, how bad could it get? Were you playing games while waiting?”

You reached for his phone and he panicked, but with him holding the food and chopsticks, there was no way he could stop you in time before you unlocked it and saw YOU, with his cock in YOUR mouth. Your eyes widened and face instantly red, you quickly locked the phone again and placed it down in a hurry before glaring at Xavier while he turned his blushing face away from you, trying to hide himself with the container he was holding. “I can't believe you…” your brows furrowed as if you were angry and your cheeks were puffy and red. “I'm sorry… I swear I was just looking at your pictures Rafayel sent me before it got to the video.” Xavier finally puts the food down and turns back towards you, also trying to hide the growing tent in his pants.

You drank some water trying to calm down but you noticed Xavier getting hard by how awkward he was sitting. A mischievous idea struck you, you got on your knees under the counter and reached for his clothes crotch. Xavier sees what you were trying to do so he inches closer to you as he spreads his legs open a bit more. You unbuttoned his pants and slid it down enough for his length to spring free. Xavier helped push your hair behind your ears and kept his hands on your head. Your hands gently ghosted his curves and as you were about to put your hand around him, the door opened and 2 ladies walked in. Xaviers' hand shot back up above the counter as he welcomed the customers. “Do you mind if we just look around? We aren't really looking for anything in particular.” One of the ladies asked politely, “no problem, feel free to read anything you like. There are also a couple of chairs at the back of you that feel like just reading.” Xavier answers as you suddenly wrapped your soft fingers around his cock. You could feel him jump by surprise, cute you thought.

As the ladies ventured deeper into the store and got the books, they made it to the back where Xavier pointed out the chairs were and they both sat down, starting to read. Your hands start to slowly play with his cock, rubbing the drops of pre-cum off his slit and stretching it between your fingers as you look him in the eyes. He couldn't bring his hands down because of the ladies being there, he was stuck with not being able to touch you and had to put on a straight face as you tease him. Your smirk sent him another shock, he knows you're planning something mean and there is nothing he can do. He reached for the store's stereo control and started playing some music, loud enough to drown out any of the sound you could make but not enough to disturb the ladies from reading.

His dick kept leaking like a loose faucet, you could tell he was excited just by how much he was twitching in your hands. You finally decided to direct his cock to point lower before playing soft kisses to his tip. His ears were getting red, he was lucky with the lighting helping hide his blushing features from the ladies at the back, they were too absorbed into the books they were reading to notice anyways.

The moment your soft lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, he swore he was about to get sent over the edge. His hands are now fists, clutching so hard his knuckles are white, he's still trying to keep a straight face. He thought it would actually look more natural if he leans back as he grabs his phone. Your tongue swirling around his tip and you could see him fidgeting, you gave him a playful suck before running little licks between his slit, you had him panting quietly with his mouth open. You started pushing your head close to his base, your soft moans sending shivers down his spine. The slurping sounds and moans were drowned by the music as you continued taking more of him down your throat, and once you finally reached the base you could feel him twitching madly, stretching your throat. Tears were forming and dripping down your face but you didn't move, until Xavier finally reached one hand down and rubbed the top of your head gently.

You slowly pulled away from him, feeling his cock gagging you but it didn't stop you from pushing your head back towards him, Xaviers' cock felt so hard in your mouth you know he was already close to his release. You place your hands on his inner thighs and push them apart a bit more before giving it a hard squeeze, a bit of cum shooting into your throat. “MMM!” You heard him moan, as you started moving your head more, thrusting yourself into him as you tried to milk him. He didn't let any more sound escape his lips but he was cumming, cumming so hard his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. Finally he looks down at you, with him still in your mouth as you swallow every last drop of his cum, smiling back at him as he rubs your jawline. He was getting very sensitive and he was getting overstimulated while still feeling your tight throat, and warm tongue as he tried to pull out without whining.

Xavier almost didn't notice the ladies walking towards him but leaned back forward as they got close, they wanted to purchase the books and Xavier started ringing them up. One of the ladies noticed the change in the atmosphere and her face started to blush while staring at Xavier, “Do you work here often, can I visit you again?” She asks as her friend starts nudging her by the arm as she tries to talk to Xavier. “I am just covering for my friend. I don't work here.” Xavier answers. “Then can I get your number? Maybe we can go grab some coffee some time?” She was not giving up. You were debating if you should come out from under the counter but Xavier answered “Sorry, my girlfriend would not appreciate that.” As he handed over the books and changed back. “Sorry!” The ladies said before grabbing their stuff and running out of the store.

You finally popped your head out of the counter and sat back up beside Xavier. He started kissing you, and rubbing your knees. “So popular.” You pout between his kisses. “My heart only belongs to you.” He places both his hands to your face to cup your cheeks, wiping away any remaining drool/cum off the corner of your mouth. “I will also only let you do this to me.” He leans in to kiss you.

Zayne returns after 2 hours and by then you fall asleep, leaning on the front counter as Xavier sits beside you, keeping you from falling as he also struggles to stay awake. Zayne sees you sleeping and thinks he shouldn't wake you since you need all the rest you can get. Zayne walked around the store and looked at what books there were.

When you woke up, you were not at the original spot anymore, Zayne and Xavier had to move you away from the counter. The store was filled with people, and Xavier was busy helping people with their purchase while Zayne helped him. The customers were mainly female, guess they saw the 2 gorgeous men here at the shop, almost like a celebrity signing session. The ladies looked like they would want to ask but seeing you behind them, they kept their mouth shut and were satisfied with just receiving help with their book purchase.

After what seemed like a chaotic few hours, Xavier finally closes up the shop. “Where should we go now? There are still a few hours before dinner time.” Xavier comes back towards the counter after flipping the ‘We are Open’ sign to ‘Closed’ “Oh Right! I was going to mention, it is Rafayel’s birthday this coming Friday, there will be a birthday exhibition for him. Since it’s a weekday, I’m planning to take the day off and go to the event.” You looked at both of them, “I was hoping we could throw him a birthday party on Saturday, with the 4 of us.” you stood there, twirling your fingers, not knowing what they would think about the idea. “We better go shop for some birthday presents then?” Zayne says as he helps Xavier clean up. “We could head to the mall after locking up.” Xavier chimes in.

You were happy that they both agreed about the party, you wanted to be able to hang out with all of them together again, you had fun last time and you’ve been wanting to be able to all hang out together again but somehow someone is always busy.

The 3 of you went to the mall as planned, trying to look for the perfect gift. Venturing into different stores from clothing to tech, no one seems to be able to decide what to actually get him. He has enough clothes to open his own boutique. There was a new shop that caught your eye, a new accessories store with stylish hi-tech accessories. You were looking at the smart watches, checking out their features. “Weren’t we looking for a present for Rafayel? Looks like you are trying to get something for yourself.” Zayne watches you jokingly. You flustered and answered with “Well, I’m just looking… not like I’m actually trying to find something for myself.”

Xavier waves you both over, “How about these?” You and Zayne walked over to take a look at what Xavier found. It was some earrings with special features, they were silver but each had a small gemstone embedded, there were colors that matched their evol. “I thought we could each get one, just a symbol of our unique relationship.” Xavier explained. “That doesn't seem like a bad idea.” Zayne answers. “But you and Zayne don't have piercings…?” You looked at both of them. Maybe they have necklaces instead, you started looking around and they actually did.

Zayne looked at the features of the accessories, one of which he thought could come in handy, it could track your heart rate through a phone app and all the accessories are waterproof so they actually won't have to be taken off. “Since we all got you a necklace before, “Maybe this time you should get the earrings and we would get the necklaces.” Xavier nods in agreement. The price is actually not too expensive and you thought you would pay for it, until Zayne and Xavier stopped you saying it would be their gift for the 2 of you. They went and paid for the items and you all decided to have dinner before heading home.

You were kind of relieved that they were able to find a gift for Rafayel, you are excited for Saturday's party. When you got home, there was a box sitting outside your door. The item you ordered arrived early, but there was another box, with fancy ribbons along with some flowers. Rafayel had sent it to you, the outfit he wanted you to wear on Friday. You filed a vacation request for Friday and was almost instantly approved. Rafayel actually sent invites to Zayne and Xavier as well, but knowing Zaynes' busy schedule he wasn't expecting him to show up. Xavier might be there if you were going to be, but Rafayel secretly hoped that Xavier would just go to work instead so he could have you all to himself.

The days fly by while you were excitedly waiting for Rafayels' birthday. It was already Wednesday and you have been back to the field with Xavier thanks to Zayne's note to Jenna. You made sure you were extra careful, not wanting to get injured so you could make it to the party. Your period also finished and you were glad it did, finally free of pain and could get back to your daily life.

You and Xavier walking home after work, you were in a very good mood and Xavier could tell by your playful hums while your fingers intertwined with each other as you walked. “Is there anything you would like to eat?” You cheerfully asked Xavier as you walked past a few restaurants. “Actually, there is.” Xavier leans into your ear and whispers. “You.” you turned to him flustered, then you pouted and said, “I mean actual food!” Xavier chuckles, “in that case, I want the dumplings you brought me a few days ago. Let's go pick some up.”

Finally arriving home after getting the dumplings, you went to put your things down as Xavier put the food on the dining table. “We should eat first before the food gets cold.” You went and washed your hands then hopped over and sat down beside him and grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the bag. “Ahh~” Xavier opens his mouth waiting for you to feed him. You held the dumpling with the chopsticks and placed a hand under to catch it if it falls, he leans in and takes a bite, the juice of the dumpling dripping down his chin, you tried to wipe it down with your thumb, only for Xavier to grab your hand and licked your thumb. “Xavier!” You were surprised by his sudden gesture, he only smiled and kept eating after.

Xavier helped clean up the table after dinner was finished, there weren't any dishes since you 2 just ate out of the container and used one-time use chopsticks. You washed your hands and headed to the bedroom, Xavier followed after you. You were grabbing a change of clothes wanting to shower first, as you turned around towards the direction of the bathroom, Xavier blocked your way and caged you in his arms, “let’s have dessert.” “We already finished all the ice cream, what else-” he kisses you before you could even finish the sentence. “You're my dessert.” He whispers into your ear and starts kissing along your jaw, moving down towards your neck.

“Wait Xavier, I want to go shower first, I'm still covered with dirt and sweat.” You whined. “I don't mind.” His kisses were more demanding and he shoved you towards the bed while he undressed you. You were reduced to only your undergarments by the time your back but the mattress. Your breaths quicken as Xavier still has his lips latched to yours, not willing to let go. He had already removed his own top, unbuckling his pants to release the tightness in his pants. You placed your hands on his toned chest, feeling up his muscles, running them down his abs and onto his clothes crotch, rewarded with one of his muffled whines. He removed his pants and dropped them beside the bed.

He had you pinned down right where he wanted you, his forearms on the sides of your head, his face hovering right above yours as he finally released your lips. “I can't hold back any longer, I want to be inside of you.” He stares his dilated blue eyes into yours', licking up from your collar to your neck. You wanted him inside of you as well, pussy clutching at nothing, as you rub your thighs together. One of his hands finally moved from beside your head and headed towards your drenched pussy, his hand was suddenly stopped by one of yours as you tried to shove him to lay back instead. Xavier picks himself up then flops back against the mattress, head resting on the backboard with pillows on his back. “Hmm?” He looked at you with his confused puppy eyes, “Why did you stop me?”

You saddle yourself onto his thighs, he watches you patiently as you tug on the waistband of his boxers, lifting himself off the bed enough for you to pull it down as you scooch closer to his bare length. You reach for your own panties and Xavier's eyes travel down, waiting for you to take it off. You pull down your panties at a slow teasing pace, Xavier was so turned on you could see his cock throbbing painfully. His hands were reaching for your panties and you swatted him away, he was biting down on his own lips, trying to control himself. “You are not allowed to touch, got it?” You smirked at Xavier, he frantically nodded “yes, ma’am.”

You finally remove your panties and Xavier lets out a relief sigh, looking at how wet you were, already dripping. You took one of Xavier's hands and hooked your panties on his wrist before grabbing his other hand and doing the same, binding both his hands with your panties. You then pushed his arms up over his head and placed his hands on the backboard of the bed. “Don't remove your hands from the frame.” You demanded. “Got it.” Xavier confirms, his ears are turning red, not knowing what you are planning to do next.

You lowered yourself to sit your folds onto his cock, you could hear him whimpering and see his hands clutching hard on the bed frame. You started grinding forward and back on his length, your pussy was so wet and warm he could hardly wait, he has been holding back for so long and he needs to be inside. “No more teasing, I want to be inside that sweet sweet pussy.” Xavier says with darkened eyes, like he was about to pounce on you any second if you don't let him have his way.

You finally lifted yourself up, lining his cock up to your pussy, stretching your folds open with your fingers as you slowly lowered yourself down. Without him preparing your cunt, you felt as if he was splitting you in half with his cock. He watches your facial expressions twist with the painful pleasure as tears start forming in your eyes, mouth gaping wide open trying to catch your breath. Your hands are now on his abdomen, holding yourself up as your hips shakingly sink down slowly. “You're too b-big mmhn” you said as you pant heavily, you were only halfway down his length but felt like there was no more room. “You are doing great my star, keep going, you can do it.” Xavier starts encouraging you, “I can't, it… it's too much!” You whined. “You can, and you will. You're always my good girl.”

Xavier started bucking his hips up towards you, making your head flung back from the sudden movement. “Ahhhahhh!” Your moans kept escaping from your lips, so loud that your other neighbors might be able to hear you, but Xavier did not stop, he took back control and he continued to thrust upwards into your core, you were pretty much lifted off the bed fully and was bouncing on his hard rock cock.

You couldn't keep yourself up as your upper body comes crashing down onto his torso as his rough movements continue. His hands have moved from the bed frame and are now on your lower back, while still being binded, he grabs onto your ass cheeks and slams you down towards him, driving you closer to the edge. Your moans are echoing loudly in the room as he keeps up with his unforgiving pace, “ahh! I'm-m cumming! Gonna cummmmm!” you screamed out as you released all over his twitching cock, finally slowing down a bit as you rode out the wave of your orgasm.

Xavier rolls you onto your back while still being inside of you, you close your eyes, catching your breath, he pulls your legs together and loops his bound arms around your legs hugging them thigh into his embrace as his hips starts moving again. The friction had you overstimulated and your head was thrown back once again into your pillows. “Xavier!! Wait, n-not yet… mm too sensitive!” You begged. “Sorry star, I'm also at my limits…” Xavier's hips started thrusting faster and harder, his hot, heavy pants huffing against your legs, your hands clutching on the sheets as you moan louder, unable to form words. Xavier's cock keeps hitting your sweet spot as your walls squeezed him, you were about to cum again and he was there with you as well. “I-I can't hold it… I'm cumming!” Xavier shoots his hot cum inside you, making you cum as he fills every inch of your pussy with his seed while he slowly grinds the rest of his load inside.

Xavier sat there, still holding onto your shaky legs, still not wanting to pull out and separate from you. Your legs were shaking so much you knew you wouldn't be able to walk for a good while. He finally slips your panties which binded his wrist off, he leaned in towards you, folding you in half as your ankles hang on his shoulders.

“Xavier… no more… I can't take it anymore.” you quickly begged, you could feel him getting harder again. “Xavier!! Are you even listening to me?” You started moaning again. “Yes, I heard you” he rested his forehead against yours, “I just want to stay like this a while longer, I won't move.” He was not moving his hips but you could feel him throbbing inside of you, making you whine and moan, Xavier was trying so hard to not start thrusting into you again, you could see his body physically fidgeting as a painful expression overcame him.

“... Fine, just… one last time, but be gentle with me…” you said as you turned your head away from him while your eyes stayed watching him with the corners as you blushed. His facial expression changed, as if he was a kid and it was Christmas. He grabs each of your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, he leans in to kiss you gently on your lips as his hips begin moving again, this time at a slower pace like you asked.

His movements were sensual and passionate, he made sure this time that every thrust was to make you feel good, he would pull out all the way until only his tip connects the two of you, and slowly push his way back in, making you feel his full length and every throbbing vein. Your hips began to meet his movements, grinding yourself against him as he bottoms you, making him whine. He kept at the slow pace, he could feel his cum from the last round flowing out as he tried to push it back inside. You felt like you were melting, like you were floating on a fluffy cloud as your third orgasm of the night starts building up. “Xavier… I feel like… I'm going to cum soon…mhgn” you moaned into his ears and he answers. “Me too, let's cum together.” His thrusts are gaining speed, but not rough like before. You both felt so close to your release and with a couple more thrusts you both came undone.

Xavier came so much and it was slowly leaking out of you, your sheets were a mess and you felt sticky all over. “I want to take a bath.” You softly whisper to Xavier, he finally pulls away from you. “Alright, let me go get the bath ready.” He carries you to the bathroom, placing you sitting on the toilet as his cum drains out of you. He got the warm bath ready and carried you into the tub, sitting closely behind you. The water felt so nice, making you both relaxed and Xavier was trying his best to not fall asleep so he could care for you.

“Thank you, my star. I'm sorry I went overboard.” Xavier hugs you tightly from behind. “It's alright, I know you've been holding back for a while now.” You said as you lay your head on his chest. “You really do spoil me too much.” Xavier chuckles, “I love you so much…” he continues. “I love you too.” your eyes were closing, you felt spent and you couldn't stay awake any longer. The last thing you recall was Xavier telling you to rest and leave the rest to him.

It was already morning when you opened your eyes, you felt refreshed after the bath and it seemed like Xavier had changed the bedsheets before going to bed. You see Xavier sleeping peacefully in front of you, his head was buried in your chest, his hair tickling your chin. His arms are wrapped around you like you were his personal plushie. Your hands started running through his soft blonde hair as he rubbed his head against your bosom. “If you keep up with that, we will be late for work.” Xavier warns before tilting his head up to meet your eyes. Your cheeks turn red as his eyes meet yours, “we already did so much last night…” you shy away. “It's never enough, I will stick to you forever if I can.” his arms wrapping around you tighter.

Xavier gets up and gives you a light kiss on the lips, “shell we get ready for work?” he asks. You thought it was weird that he didn't try to keep you in bed, “Are you feeling alright?” You were concerned, your hand cupped his cheeks, “Mmhmm, I promised Zayne that I would control myself around you, shouldn't start breaking promises should I?” He lightly chuckles, “unless you also want it, I'm more than happy to provide my services.” He smirks. “Nope!! Let's get ready for work!” You quickly got up but stumbled back down, your legs were still a bit sore from the night before. “Are you going to be ok?” Xavier was worried. “Yeah… I'll be fine… just got up a bit too fast.” You blushed embarrassingly.

Once you arrived at the office, you found files on your desk of the mission you and Xavier need to take care of today. There wasn't too much since the two of you have been clearing them out at a timely manner. You and Xavier managed to clear out everything today with time to spare, going back to the headquarters to file in the report. It was nearing the end of the day but you've only managed to do half of the paperwork. “You can leave those with me, I will take care of them tomorrow.” Xavier made his way over to your desk without you even noticing. “Are you sure? There's still a lot that needs to be done.” You didn't want to burden Xavier with your work. “It should be fine, unless there is an emergency, we’ve already taken care of all our targets. Plus, should you be home getting ready for tomorrow?” Even though he tried to hide it, you could still see a sad pout from Xaviers' face.

“I have all of tomorrow morning to get ready, I was hoping to go home and spend some time with you.” You playfully pouted. “Unless you rather stay here and-” “No, let's leave on time.” His eyes were sparkling, he didn't expect to be able to spend time with you tonight. “Just make sure you don't go overboard…” you looked away blushing, “Anyways, there's still some time left, let's finish what we can!” You started working on your paperwork again and Xavier smiles and goes back to his desk, working on his own papers.

Xavier was at your desk again when it was time to go home. You told him what still needs to be done and made sure everything was taken care of for tomorrow. You decided to buy some groceries and cook at home instead of ordering take out and Xavier insisted that he would make dinner, which had you worried but agreed anyway.

Xavier told you to go take a shower while he gets dinner ready, you were worried about your kitchen but he promised the meal would be ready and delicious when you get out. You put your faith in him and took a long shower, you came to check on him right after you got out of the showers. He had the table set and food ready when you came out, he pan fried some steak and even made a small salad to go with it.

Dinner was delicious as promised and he was about to clean up and do the dishes when you stopped him and told him to go take a shower as well. He obeys you and went to shower as you cleaned up the kitchen, which he managed to keep quite clean. He came out of the shower with only his sweatpants, “are you trying to seduce me?” You jokingly said, knowing full well you are wearing his last clean t-shirt he has down at your place. “Is it working?” He had a smirk on his face. “why don't you come here and find out?”

You sat on the couch as he walked over, sitting down beside you and leaning in for your lips. You grabbed he hand and guided him between your legs and towards your folds. Xavier then ran his finger over your clothes cunt and realized you were already soaking wet. “I guess someone is being needy.” His eyes darken a little as his breath quickens. “Already so wet for me, such a good girl.” You moaned, clinging to his shoulders, resting your head on the crook of his neck. “What do I get for being, MMM your good girl?” you started kissing up his neck, making him moan weakly. Your hands had traveled to the tent in his pants, you tugged at the waist band and he lowered it together with you, setting his cock free.

“Someone is feeling very egear tonight.” Xavier chuckles and playfully shakes his head. “I just wanted to make you feel good, think of it as a thank you for making dinner.” While sitting beside him, you lean down to kiss his tip. “Wait” Xavier stops you, “I want to see your face.” you adjusted yourself to kneel between his long legs and playfully licked his shaft from the base to the tip. His cock is twitching out of control, and you could see him biting his lips as he tries to hold in his moans. You kept your pretty eyes on his as you gently sucked on the area near his base, sending shivers down his spine.

“I thought you said you wanted me to feel good but all you're doing is teasing me.” Xavier lifts your chin with one hand and lines his cock to your lips with the other. You smiled at him as your lips parted, letting his tip enter as you lap your tongue around it. You took your time, slowly taking more of him into your throat, you could feel yourself gagging, making your mouth water more and he entered more easily. Your throat felt so full when you finally reached his base, Xavier just sitting there, still staring into your teary eyes, burning the image into his brain.

He puts both his hands on the side of your head, signaling you to move. You started pushing away and Xavier's grip got stronger, pulling you back like a gentle tug of war. You start moaning, and the vibration makes him throb in your throat. “Haah… taking me so well, your mouth feels so good, my darling.” He finally breaks eye contact, panting heavily as his hips start thrusting against your throat. Your own hands circling your clit quickly as you chase the same high as Xavier gets closer and closer to the edge. “I-I'm… mmm close, haaa… so close, I'm gonna-” he couldn't even finish his sentence as he came, shooting ropes after ropes of hot cum into your mouth, leaking out the corners of your mouth.

You took a few seconds to swallow everything you had in your mouth, your fingers catching the cum that rolled down your chin as you pushed it back into your mouth. Xavier was so turned on that he crashed his lips onto yours sticking his tongue to meet yours as the two of you swished the remaining cum in your mouth. A string of saliva connected both your lips as you pulled away, looking down to see his cock, standing strong, throbbing and waiting for your touch. You were shocked at how fast he recovers, it always amazes you how he is always so ready for more.

He pulled you up and had you laying your head on the arm rest, “Time to please you girl down here.” his hands reaching to take your panties off, which was already soaked. He ran his middle finger from your entrance to your clit, pinching it and pressing his thumb on it as he rubs circles. He wanted to get you ready but it seems you would be able to take him with ease with how wet you were.

He pulls one of your legs up as he plops it over his shoulder as your other leg hangs off the couch. He lines himself up and pushes his way inside of you. “...aahhhhahHHH!!!” You moaned out as he bottoms you, your mouth gaping wide with your head thrown back, your neck was fully on display, skin so soft and vulnerable, he leans in and starts kissing you sloppily. Xavier was fighting his inner demons, wanting to mark you all over, but knowing you had to go to Rafayels' ‘birthday party', he did his best to refrain himself.

You felt that he was distracted so you tried getting his attention back, “Xavier, please, give mmghn give me more…” you stare your big doe eyes into his. How could he possibly refuse? His hips started thrusting, first at a slow pace and he started picking up. “Harder, Xavier!! Harder!” And he pounds you, as hard and deep as he can. “Yes!! Ahhhn nngh ahh! Yah! Yah! Yah!!” You were so cockdrunk you couldn't even form sentences anymore. “MMM, babe, haaa… y-you are gonna Hmm make me cum again” Xavier also pussy drunk as he keeps thrusting hard as per your request. He didn't want to cum yet, since your pussy felt so heavenly, but the way you were squeezing him made it hard for him not to, he could feel you tightening as your orgasm quickly approached and he was also at the edge. “Babe, cum with me, let's cum together.”

He keeps thrusting as you both come together. Your grip on him was so hard he could hardly keep moving. Your pussy milking every last drop of cum out of his cock as he finally pulls out and collapses over you, both in a panting mess.

You could feel Xavier starting to drift off to dreamland, and you asked him to bring you to bed, he slowly gets up and picks you up in a bridal carry and brought you back to the bedroom, placing you down then flopping down right beside you, his arms snakes around your waist and pulls you into his embrace as he falls asleep. You also felt tired and sleepy and ended up falling asleep shortly after.

Rafayels' birthday is finally here, you woke up early and sent Xavier off to work before packing your things and heading out to the hotel where the exhibition is being held. You had what you ordered online inside a bag and carried the box with the dress Rafayel got you. There was a card key for a hotel suite that Rafayel was staying in; you plan on dropping the things off there and getting changed.

You saw Thomas in the lobby. It was still quite early and he was double checking the final details, he finally spotted you and walked over. “Rafayel is still up in his room, do you mind helping me fetch him?” Thomas asks you, knowing he could completely trust you to get him ready. “Sure, he already gave me the key. I'll see you shortly.” You headed towards the elevator and went up to the penthouse suite. You opened the door of the suite and it was beautiful, you've never been to places like this so everything looks amazing, the view of Linkon City was breathtaking. You quickly put your bag away and put down the box with the dress as you walked over to the king size bed, with Rafayel sleeping soundly in the middle.

You were thinking what would be the best way to wake him up, you were crawling onto the bed, leaning in closer as you see his face turning beet red, “When did you get up?” You questioned him, “Oh come on! Why can't you just pretend I was still sleeping and just kiss me al-” you leaned in for a kiss, cutting off his sentence. His face was so red even his ears are red now. “Happy birthday Rafayel.” You cupped his cheeks as you stared right into his beautiful blue-pink eyes. “Thank you, my love.” He leans in for another kiss.

“Thomas told me to come wake you, but it seems you've been up for a while.” You said. “I was waiting for you. I knew you would come find me first.” Rafayel smirks, “Thank you for the dress, it's beautiful.” You thanked him. “What were you planning for the make up?” You froze in spot, that was something you forgot to plan, last time Tara did your make up since you weren't used to putting it on. “Don't worry, there is a dressing room downstairs for me and I brought things here for you. I even hired a makeup artist in case you forgot. Thoughtful, aren't I?” Rafayel smirks confidently. “You're the best!” Rafayel looks away blushing.

“I guess I should get changed and head down before Thomas comes up here…” he sighs as he walks over to his white suit, it looks extravagant, the gold trimmings shine as bright as the sun. “Are you going to keep gawking or help me?” Rafayel playfully teased. You helped him remove the shirt he had on and put the dress shirt on, buttoning it up. His ears turn pink when you reach down to his pants, and you know he will become instantly hard if you touch him. “You better do that part by yourself.” You said as you turned away grabbing the box with your dress. “Tsk, fine…” he pouts and you could hear the disappointment in his tone. He finally got himself changed and was walking towards the door. “I can't wait to see you in that dress.” He blows you a kiss and leaves for the exhibit.

You opened the box again, taking out the long silky white dress. It also has gold trimmings, perfectly matching what Rafayel is wearing. You removed your clothes and slipped the dress on, perfect fit just like the lingerie he picked out. The dress has a big open back and the fabric was skin tight, showing off all your curves. There was also a mask in the box, just in case you didn't want to end up on the front covers of some flashy magazine or newspaper. He wasn't sure how open you wanted your relationship to be, and you secretly thanked him for planning ahead.

You got your heels on, grabbed the mask and headed downstairs to the dressing room Rafayel mentioned. You didn't have your makeup on yet but people who were passing by would stop and stare at how beautiful you are. There was already someone waiting for you in the dressing room, “you must be miss Y/N! I’m Kaya and I was hired to help with your makeup and hair!” Kaya looks full of energy and super excited. “Your skin is beautiful! You must take great care of it, and your hair is so soft and silky, I just can't wait!”

She sat you down and started with your hair. She suggested tying it up, so you could show off the golden ribbon that was around your neck and your back. You told her to go with her judgment and she braided your hair and put the rest in a bun. There were 2 stray strands that slightly covered your ears and you thought it looked really nice staring at the mirror. It took her no time to apply makeup on you, you choose a reddish gold for the eye shadow and the same color lipstick. She applied a small amount of glitter on your shoulders and back. You thought you looked great, and Kaya thought the same, happy with her masterpiece. “You're all ready to go! I will be around until the event is over, give me a call if you need anything!” She quickly hands over her name card with her contact information. “Now go and enjoy yourself!” You thanked her and put the mask on and walked outside.

People had started to gather, this was an invitation only event but the staff are aware of you and let you through with no issue. You started walking around and saw others in masks as well, not everyone but there were some who wish to keep their identity hidden. You see Rafayel, at the center of attention, everyone trying to get close to him and wish him a happy birthday. His eyes find you right away, and you see him smiling and ears turning pink, there are still too many people around him for you to approach. You decided to go around and admire the paintings while he entertained his guests.

You were near the entrance when you heard some commission, you headed there and saw a guy, bagged to be let inside, stating he is one of Rafayel's biggest fans and just wanted to see the paintings up close since he was an art student. “Please, please, please!!! I just want to look, I won't bother anyone!! I didn't know where I could get an invitation, but please!!!” The man begs, looking like he was about to cry. “It should be ok if we just take his personal information down and hold his ID until he leaves?” You question the staff. “But!!” The staff was concerned, it was above his pay grade to make the decision. “I’ll even personally walk him around and bring him back.” You offered. The staff sighs and writes down the man's information before taking his ID, letting him inside as you walk him around the exhibit.

“Oh my god, I can't thank you enough!!” The man excitedly says, “thank you sooooo much for helping me, I've been dying to see Mr. Rafayels' artwork up close for god knows how long. My name is Felix by the way.” “You're welcome, I thought Rafayel wouldn't mind if you just want to see the paintings.” you smile sweetly at Felix. Felix sees Rafayel but doesn't dare approach him, just being in the same room was enough. Rafayel see you at the corner of his eyes and saw you accompanying someone he doesn't know, he has to keep his focus on the guests who are talking to him but can't help to feel a hint of bitterness in his mouth.

You walked around with Felix and he saw everything he didn't want to waste anymore of your time so he headed back to the entrance, he wholeheartedly thanked you again before grabbing his ID and leaving. You started heading back to where you last saw Rafayel, there were so many people around and someone bumped into you, making you lose balance and a tall stranger caught you, you smiled and thanked him and saw he also had a mask on. Rafayel sees all this and is starting to get impatient, he excuses himself and walks towards you, quickly placing his arm around your waist and pulls you away from the stranger as he sneaks away to the dressing room with you.

He closes the door behind him and locks it, angrily walking towards you, backing you onto the couch in the room and cages you in with his arms and leg. “Who the hell was that?” He angrily asks. “??? I don’t know? He just helped me while I stumbled.” You were confused. “Not him! The other guy! The one who you were walking around with!!” Rafayel puffs. “Oh, you mean Felix. He's actually a big fan of yours and wanted to see your artwork. He didn't have an invite so I walked with him to make sure he didn't cause any trouble.” you tried explaining yourself, you can see he was still upset.

You took your mask off and looked up at him, his heart skipped a beat from how beautiful you look without the mask being in the way. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, making him flustered and moans softly. You secretly thank Kaya for using smudge proof makeup. He finally pulls away, grabbing your wrists and wanting you to stand up so he could see you fully with the dress. You and him swapped places, he is now sitting on the couch and you standing in front of him.

He admires you for a few minutes before placing his arms on your waist, pulling you in to stand between his spread open legs. His hand travels down to your hips, he had a questioning look in his eyes as his ears started turning pink again. His hand slides inside your dress from the split at your thighs as he runs them up again, his eyes widened and shot up to your face when he noticed you didn't wear any panties. His face is now fully red, “How could you walk around like this?” His cock is throbbing hard inside the restraints of his pants. “What if others see??? You belong to me!”

You giggled at him, bending your body forward to kiss him again, this time he's panting heavily, a total mess. “How are you supposed to go greet your guests with the tent in your pants?” You placed your hand on his crotch and he jolted. “Hey! This is all your fault, you know.” He starts making his pouting face, looking so adorable and makes you want to just tease him more. “Then I guess I better fix it. Which do you prefer?” you pointed at your lips, and Rafayel bites his own lips. Your other hand travels down to your side where the split of the dress is as you pull it aside, letting him see your dripping core.

His hand travels between your legs and gathers up the wetness with his index and middle finger. “You are so wet already? My love?” You let out a quiet moan as his fingers flicked against your clit. “So? What's it going to be?” you ask again. “Of course I'm going with her! She's literally drooling for my cock.” Rafayels' hands rushing to his buckle as he impatiently pulls down his pants and boxers as it sits around his ankles. He quickly pulls you over and you hand your knees on the couch and him between your legs. One of you hands still holding onto the dress as the other clutching the back of the couch. His hands are on your hips, starting to pull you down towards his throbbing heat.

You lowered yourself and your entrance kissed his burning tip, making both of you moan. Rafayel couldn't hold it anymore, he kept pulling you down towards him and you stopped fighting against him, slamming down all the way to his base in one quick move. Both your heads flung back by the intense pleasure. “Shit!! Hhahh, it feels… so, so good.” Rafayel huffs and mumbles. “Yea…ahhhn” you agreed. His grip on your hips tightens and starts pushing you up only to slam you down again. You let him control the rhythm, he was gritting his teeth and you tried to be as quiet as possible, not knowing who would be outside the door.

Rafayel kept pumping into you, thrusting upwards towards your core. You were both so very close to your release, his speed picking up and you started squeezing him a little tighter. “I'm cumming Raf!” You kept whining. “Me too, my love!” ‘Knock knock knock!! Rafayel, are you in there??’ Thomas was looking for the 2 of you. Rafayel and you both came from the shock of someone knocking and possibly getting caught. “Yea!! I’ll be out in a minute!!” he shouts at Thomas.

You get up and his cum starts dripping out of you, he wishes he could take his time to capture the image in his mind, but right now he needs to quickly clean up and get back to the event. He reached for a box of Kleenex and started wiping you down first, gathering your accumulated cum into the tissue before throwing it in the bin. You helped wipe him down and both of you smooths out your attire, puts the mask back on and heads back into the crowd.

Rafayel keeps you beside him even once you are back out at the venue, his arm not leaving your hips, making sure everyone knows you belong to him. Thomas finally finds the 2 of you, “Rafayel!!” He said with a hint of urgentness to his voice. “I received an offer to buy out every single painting here, the amount is very tempting.” “They can buy them except for the one, I want to keep that piece to myself.” He gestures to the one in the center of the room, the one with the pink inspired by you and his blood. “Well, that's the thing. The buyer insists that THAT is to be included. And he would pay double, if not, triple the amount for it.” Thomas sighs, knowing Rafayel will not change his mind, he looks to you for help convincing Rafayel.

Thomas's puppy eyes were getting to you, you pulled Rafayel closer to you and you whispered in his ear. “If you sell it, we can always do it again to give you inspiration for a better piece.” “Sold.” Rafayel instantly agreed with a serious look on his face. Thomas was curious what you told Rafayel for him to change his mind so quickly but he didn't question it, knowing they made bank just now from selling everything. “Who's the buyer anyways?” Rafayel was also curious who insisted on buying that painting. “I don't have their full name but they go by S.” Thomas answered as he walked away to confirm the sale. The both of you watched as he walked back towards the tall figure who caught you when you stumbled earlier.

“Are you hungry? Let's go grab something to eat.” Rafayel walks you over to the hors d’oeuvre table. Your eyes start shining as you see all the different types of food they have. The 2 of you ate some as Rafayel continued to entertain his guests with you right next to him, feeling proud to have such a beautiful partner beside him. It was getting close to the end of the event, Thomas asked Rafayel to make a quick speech. Rafayel was reluctant but you gave him the push he needed and he walked over to the little stage they had prepared. Staff going around the room to hand out champagne to the guests.

“I would like to thank all of you for taking time to come to the event. Hope all of you enjoyed yourselves like I have.” Rafayels' eyes landed on you as he said the last line. “Thank you for being here and sharing this moment with me.” Rafayel then raised his glass, everyone else in the room also raised their glass to toast, everyone shouting at the same time, “Happy Birthday Rafayel!!!”

The event is finally over, but Rafayels’ birthday was not. You both get back to the hotel suite, Rafayel finally lets out a stretch as he finally gets to relax, you close the door behind you and he is right in front of you, taking the mask off so he could finally see your beautiful face. “Finally some alone time with my darling.” He places his hands on the small of your back and pulls you in. “Don't you want to get out of that suit?” You hinted at him. “You know what? I’ve been wanting to take this off as soon as we got into the dressing room downstairs.” He whispers into your ear, making you flustered. “Well go and take it off, I actually have something to prepare for you.” You shyly looked away. “You're not allowed to peek until I say though.” he nods and walks into the bathroom to undress and give you space.

You went to get your bag and brought it to the bed, quickly taking off your dress and putting on the outfit you bought online. It turned out just the way you would hope, you hid yourself under the covers and called out for Rafayel to come join you.

“Why are you hiding under there, why did you already take off the dress? I wanted to undress you…” Rafayel sighs as he removes the covers, only for his eyes to pop wide open, face turning bright red as he sees you, laying in the middle of the bed, with a goldish pink Lemurian tail. His heart almost stopped, you could see him struggling to keep himself from jumping at you right this second. Your face turns red from his reaction, his bathrobe unable to hide his raging boner as his cock peeks out.

His bathrobe finally slides off of him, landing onto the ground right at the edge of the bed as he quickly crawls towards you, planting heavy, wet kisses to your lips and his hands working quickly to remove the white bikini top you had on, throwing it to the side. His dilated, hungry eyes are eating you up. “You're the most beautiful being I've ever seen. If only your tail was real, I would sweep you away to the ocean, it would just be me and you, forever.”

He starts kissing you again, this time with more heated passion, making you moan as he sucks your tongue into his mouth and the 2 muscles dance. His one hand cups one of your breasts, pinching at your hardened nipple as the other slides down to your covered clit. Your hands reached for his hardened length and he twitched at your touch, releasing the hold of your mouth. “Wait, wait, wait, I need to take a picture. Can I take a picture?” Rafayel begs you for permission this time. You said yes and he quickly went to grab his phone, telling you to do different poses. He kept taking pictures but you wanted to do something else. His cock was still rock hard and you decided to reach for him while he was still glued to his phone.

He jolted from your touch and you leaned in closer, body between his legs and his cock in front of your face as he twitched in anticipation. You wrapped your lips around his tip, he moans out loud as he tries to take more pictures of you. You take him deeper into your throat, your hand starts fondling his balls, making him whine and hiccup as his hand lands on your hair, releasing the bun so your hair flows down your body. You look absolutely breathtaking, Rafayel looked like he was about to cry. He pulls your face up, making you let go of his cock. “You're gonna make me cum if you keep going.” He said panting, he wants to cum in your pussy.

He got on all 4, with you beneath him right where he wants you. “Can I take this off yet? It's kind of hard to move around.” You thought he had his fill of pictures. “No, I want you to keep it on while we do it.” His eyes becoming feral, he licks his lips like you were his prey. He rolls the hip area of the tail down enough to expose your pussy but your thighs were in the way, “Turn around and get on your knees for me.” He whispers in your ear, making you gasp. You did as he asked, your pussy drenched as he rubbed his length along your ass.

“It almost looks like you're a real Lemurian, so beautiful…” Rafayel was in a drunken state just from the way you dressed, he lines his length up to your pussy and slowly pushes his way inside. “Nnnnhg!! You're so, fu-fucken tight!! His upper body weight leaning against yours, pinning you down on the bed as he pants heavily at your ear, “This feels mmm so fucken great..haa..MMM!” His words and pants were sending you quickly over the edge, your walls tightening around him and he winced, “You're gonna snap my dick off, so argh!! So tight!” Even with your walls squeezing hard, he still manages to thrusting his way into your deepest parts.

You were both losing your minds from how good it felt, one of his hands reached for your clit and started flicking it with his thumb. You felt overstimulated, you couldn't hold for much longer, “Raf-Rafayel!! Cumming!!” You warned him but he kept thrusting, faster and harder. “Mmnhg!! Ahhhn!!” We're your mast moans as you came all over his cock, he was not finished yet, still thrusting at his unforgiving pace, he had you screaming, you could no longer use your words, just mumbling moans as he chased his climax. “I'm cumming!! Gonna fill you up, make you all pretty with my cum inside your tight pussy.” He comes shortly after, spilling his hot cum inside your twitching walls. “Now you are perfect, my masterpiece.” Rafayel lets out a satisfied smile.

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