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ebodebo · 7 months ago

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Nuts And Bolts

—mechanic!ghost with psychologist!reader…MDNI

Stepping out of your office and onto the town's bustling streets, you admire the Christmas decorations the city has set up. But, it does nothing to settle your soured mood.

Simon and you had gotten into an argument the previous night, and you haven’t heard or seen him since. You assumed he went to his car garage to let off some steam, but, as his wife, why the hell were you left to wonder about your husband’s whereabouts?

To set the scene, it had been an ordinary night. You had gotten off work before Simon, so you thought you would prepare a nice dinner with a glass of red wine.

Simon swings open the door as you season some vegetables, dawning an unpleasant expression. You turned to face him, raising a brow.

“What’s the matter?” You ask, setting your tongs down to walk over to him. He simply shakes his head and heads straight for your shared bedroom.

You tilt your head and head straight towards the bedroom after him, unable to let him writhe in his agony alone.

“Simon.” You stand in the doorway, observing him as he sits on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t so much as spare you a glance, making you worry.

You make your way to him and sit on the edge of the bed next to him. “You want to talk about what you’re feeling?” You insist, making him finally look at you.

“Stop it.” He firmly states. Your eyes widen at his tone.

“What?” You ask, keeping your tone soft to avoid antagonizing him.

“You’re tryin’ to do that shit again.” He scowls, standing up to walk back through the bedroom door. You quickly follow suit as he continues.

“Trynna’ pick my brain.” He walks over to the liquor cabinet and grabs a bottle of whiskey.

“Like I’m a fuckin’ patient.”

“No. I—” You intently pause, thinking. “Okay, you seem upset, stressed even.” You watch him grab a glass and pour some whiskey into it.

“Alcohol isn’t a good way to cope.” You say, adopting your signature calm voice you use on your patients.

He laughs dryly, even though the burning amber liquid coated his throat.

“And, there you go again.” He sighed, looking up at you.

“I’m trying to help you, Simon.” You insist, reaching out to gently grab his forearm, though he quickly retracts from your touch.

He lets out another dry chuckle before setting down his glass and walking to the coat rack to grab his coat. You attempt to question his whereabouts, but he fills in the space first.

“I don’t need a shrink. I need my wife.”

And, with that, he left. Leaving you to stare helplessly at the front door, not knowing where you went wrong and not knowing where to go from there.

You recounted yesterday’s events in your mind all day today, even during patient sessions. You always left your personal matters at the door, but this was different because you were genuinely dumbfounded.

Even walking out of work, you still thought about the whole ordeal. However, your thoughts were absolved when you saw the familiar mechanic shop sign out of the corner of your eye. They would be closed about now, but, knowing Simon, he would still be there.

You walk into the garage part to see a body under a truck, working on it. You delicately press the little bell, you insisted he get, on the desk closest to the doors.

“We’re closed.” God, it had only been a day, but you missed his voice.

“Even for me?” You question, feeling a little shy. He paused his movements before scooting himself out from under the truck. Your eyes shamelessly glazed over his body, looking at what he was wearing: an old white shirt covered in grease and gray sweatpants with oil marks.

“No, not for you.” He stated, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he grabbed an old rag to wipe his hands clean.

You gave him a half-smile. “Been working overtime, I see?” You try to keep your tone playful, but judging by how he slightly frowns, you can tell your voice has defiled you.

“We should talk.” He stated, with almost a cringe on his face. You nod and sit on a chair adjacent to him as he leans on the hood of the truck he was working on.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs out, clearly disappointed in himself. “Was havin’ a shitty day and brought it onto you.” You look up at him and give him a frown.

“I’m sorry, too.” He snaps his eyes to yours, a puzzled expression taking over his face.

“For what?” You gently tug on your bottom lip before answering.

“For treating you like a patient and not my husband. It’s not fair to you.” You sigh, avoiding his gaze.

“Sweetheart, look at me.” He lightly demands. You bring your head up and bring your eyes to lock with his.

“This isn’t your fault. I was bein’ a dick.” He walks over to you and reaches for your hand, which you grasp. He guides you from the chair so you’re standing before him, looking up at him.

“Are you gonna come home?” You softly question as he stares into your eyes, mentally kicking himself for making them look so sullen.

“Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.” He says, bringing his hand up to sweep a stray piece of your hair away from your face, leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly. You could feel your skin sizzle from only a slight touch, internally sighing as he pulled away to speak.

“Should get goin’ then.” He says, walking over to the truck's hood and gently slamming it shut. “Johnny’s gonna come check the exhaust.”

“When’s he coming?” You absentmindedly ask as you watch Simon slip off his white shirt, observing his toned body.

“Eh, half an hour.” He casually says, turning away from you to walk over to the cabinet to grab a clean white shirt.

“So, we’re alone?” You question, bringing your hands up to untie the front of your blouse.

“Uh, huh.” He agrees, still rummaging through the cabinets, back towards you. You hum a sign of approval as you open your blouse, then move to unclip your bra, your breasts spilling out as soon as you do.

He finally finds a clean shirt and turns toward you, eyes widening as he sees you, chest bare. Your pulse quickens as he stares, unsure of his thoughts. When he doesn’t speak for a moment, you start to lose the confidence you had garnered.

“Is it too much?” You shyly ask, starting to feel insecure. He can’t speak; his mouth has gone dry at the sight of you. He drops the shirt in his hand and walks over to you, bringing his hand up to trace the curve of your breast.

“Fuck.” He manages to get out as your breathing becomes more ragged and your pupils dilate at the sensation.

“It’s never too much.” He answers your earlier question, cupping the bottom of your breast, making you sigh. You bring your hands up to grip his shoulders as he caresses your breast.

He leans to press a hot kiss onto your lips as he rolls your nipple between his pointer and thumb, making you moan into his mouth. He roughly grips the back of your thighs and picks you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he hauls you over to the hood of the truck.

He hikes up your skirt and hurriedly connects his lips back to yours before kissing down your neck, gently sucking on the tender skin, making you whine. He sinks to his knees in front of you, bringing one hand up to grab ahold of your calf, raising it slightly so he can slip the heel off your foot.

Once he gets one heel off, his other hand drifts to your other foot, slipping the heel off as he plants kisses up your ankle, and calf, stopping at your mid-thigh before nipping at the pantyhose encasing your cunt with his teeth, making a tiny hole. He slightly raises his hands and uses his pointers to split the pantyhose further.

“Hey! Those were Falke.” You urge, referring to the German-made, almost three-hundred dollar silk tights he had soiled.

“I’ll buy you more.” He amends, gripping the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, slipping them down simultaneously. His cock immediately shot up, so visibly hard. You brought your hands to gently pump him up and down as his hands went to massage your tender breasts.

He groans at the contact, gripping your breast a little firmer. You moan at that contact, pulling his cock a little firmer.

“You’re killin’ me, baby.” He chokes out, gripping the back of your neck as he roughly kisses your lips. With your hands still on his cock, you gently pull him closer by it, making him hiss as you guide it to your slit.

“I need you in me.” You whine as he brings his hand to twirl in your hair. In one swift motion, he thrusts into you. You both groan at the swift contact, even throwing your heads back.

His movements continue; over and over again, he thrusts into you, making you dig your nails into his skin, desperate for stability. You knew you wouldn't last long and could tell Simon wouldn't either. It has been only been a God-damned day, and you ached for him. Nothing but him would suffice your craving.

“So, fuckin’ good, baby. So, fuckin’ good.” He gruffly repeated, making you clamp around him tighter until you felt that familiar all-consuming euphoria you had so ached for.

As you reached your peak, Simon followed suit, coming with your name on the tip of his tongue. You were both panting, even after both of your orgasms subsided. You looked up at him as he tied your blouse back so your breasts were concealed, bra be damned.

“You did good.” You praised as he reached down to pick up your abandoned skirt from the floor.

“Yeah?” He lightly laughed out, finding humor in your statement.

“Yeah.” You nod as he grips your waist and pulls you off the hood of the car.

“Can you walk?” He questions, his hands still on your waist to help steady you as he carefully slips on your skirt.

“No. Might need you to carry me.” You sigh as you bring your hand up to fake an anguished expression.

“Uh, huh.” He rolls his eyes, though they contain no actual annoyance, as he goes to pick you up bridal style.

“Let’s get you home, Drama.”

a/n: this is the pipeline i’m here for

ur honor i’m just a girl

reblogs & comments are encouraged!

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witchywithwhiskey · 8 months ago

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for so long as you live

pairing: mafia!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: the fearsome boss of new york city's russian mob proves a point about who you belong to

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), very mild dubcon, intoxication, fingering (f receiving), public play, finger sucking, choking, breathplay, very mild blood kink, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (printsessa), very possessive bucky

word count: 2.0k

a/n: i wrote this for @the-slumberparty's emoji game using these: 🍕❤️🔥 i hope the plot twist in this actually works (idk if it counts as a PLOT twist but whatever). i just hope it's surprising but still makes sense!!! also all the russian words are from google translate so if any are wrong, let me know and i'll fix them (translations are down at the bottom because one is a spoiler!) anyway i hope y'all enjoy!!

It was a warm summer night in New York City, the kind where even the breeze was pleasant enough that you didn’t resist when a balmy gust slipped beneath the hem of your short white dress and slid up your legs, tickling the soft skin of your thighs.

Neither did you resist when the breeze was chased by the searching hand of Bucky Barnes, his fingers skimming up your smooth skin as he curled his body around yours in the back booth of the late night Brooklyn pizza parlor.

The front door of the shop was open, and all manner of drunken Brooklynites traipsed over the threshold, intent on ordering a greasy slice that would soak up some of the alcohol in their stomachs. The crowd was loud and rowdy and thankfully unobservant, because you were painfully aware that any one of them could very easily catch you with Bucky’s hand up your skirt.

The back booth wasn’t nearly dark enough, nor secluded enough to hide you entirely from view, but the insistent desire and warming liquor pounding in your blood made it difficult to care.

Bucky’s fingers slid another inch up your thigh, pressing between your soft curves until they found the wetness that had dripped from your folds and made a mess under your skirt. His rumbling chuckle felt like another warm, summer breeze, suffusing you in a heat that burned from the inside out.

Your thighs fell open of their own accord, giving Bucky unfettered access to the place that ached for his touch, even as a protesting whine worked its way up your throat.

“Bucky…” you mewled, your reticence clear in your tone. Your fingers closed around the sinewy forearm that was disappearing up your skirt, intent on pulling him away from your soaking heat. Your nails dug into his golden skin when his other hand darted out and grabbed you by the throat.

With his thumb pressed to the hinge of your jaw, he turned your face to him, a warning sparkling in his ice blue eyes. A thrum of fear and excitement churned low in your belly at the way Bucky was looking at you—like you were prey, and he was a predator who had already decided he was going to eat you for dinner.

“I hope you weren’t about to tell me not to touch this pussy, printsessa,” Bucky rumbled, his voice deep and low like an oncoming thunderstorm. His hand wedged between your thighs beneath your skirt, shoving your legs wider so that he could cup your bare heat in his palm. “I hope you haven’t forgotten who this cunt belongs to.”

Your breath was coming in short, rabbity pants, your heart racing in your chest and your blood pounding in your veins like you were running for your life. But your mind knew what your body did not—it would be pointless to run from Bucky Barnes.

The Zimniy Soldat was the most feared boss in the city’s Russian mafia, a fact you’d learned the hard way when your father had paid off his debts by giving you to Bucky.

Bucky’s gaze bore into your own as he pushed two fingers into your tight channel, his eyes watching hungrily as your face went slack with pleasure.

“I’ll touch you whenever I want,” he growled, dragging his fingers back and plunging them into you again slowly, his eyes never straying from your face. “I’ll fuck you whenever I want—where ever I want.”

His other hand held you pinned to the leather booth by your throat, your body responding so eagerly to his touch that it felt like a betrayal. His thumb and forefinger pressed into the sides of your neck making your pussy spasm around his fingers.

Your body proved Bucky’s point before he made it as he rumbled, “This cunt belongs to me, printsessa.”

You hadn’t said a word since his name, but your slow submission was clear in every little movement of your body—your thighs spreading even wider for Bucky’s hand, your limbs loosening and melting into his hold, your lips falling open in a soundless moan as he fingerfucked you. Bucky owned you, and you both knew it.

And he relished your submission, even if you hadn’t quite accepted his possession of you yet. But you would.

The victorious smile that curved Bucky’s mouth was sharp and dangerous as a knife. When he spoke, though, his voice was as warm as the balmy summer breeze.

“Good girl,” he murmured, “give yourself to me.” The ice in his eyes was slowly but surely melting as he watched pleasure dance across your face, his smile widening into something hot and hungry. “This life of yours is mine now, printsessa, but if you’re a good girl for me, I can make sure it’s filled with pleasure and happiness,” he purred, his lips brushing against the apple of your cheek, their softness followed by the rough scrape of his scruff.

Bucky slid a third finger into your tight hole, stretching you wider and making you bite your lip hard to prevent yourself from crying out in pain-edged pleasure. Your chest heaved with the effort to stay quiet and, unbidden, a tear slipped from the corner of your eye while blood pooled on your lip.

But Bucky never stopped fucking you with his fingers, his hand working your body expertly as the soft, wet sounds of your obscenely sopping cunt reached your ears. Instead, the Zimniy Soldat kissed the tear from your cheek and licked the blood from your swollen lip, pulling back to stare into your eyes as he watched you come undone for him.

“You are mine,” he said with a tone of finality, as if his statement was an incontrovertible fact. Any protest you might’ve had—though in truth, you didn’t have any left—died in your throat as he choked you harder, his fingers working your pussy faster, grinding the heel of his palm into your wet, puffy clit as he continued on, pushing you to the edge of your release. “Moya printsessa, moya zhena.”

You felt Bucky’s ring—your husband’s ring—smooth and unyielding and warm from his skin, slip inside your cunt as he buried his fingers in your body. He rubbed your clit ruthlessly until he made you come right there in the back of the pizza parlor, not caring if anyone in the crowded shop could see it.

Your left hand, bedecked in a dazzling white sapphire ring and matching wedding band, wrapped around the back of Bucky’s neck, your nails digging into his skin as you clung to the most dangerous man in all of New York City while he made you come harder than you ever had before. Pleasure tore through your body as you held Bucky’s warm blue gaze, staring at the man who’d staked his claim on you.

The man you’d married only a few hours prior because it was the only way to settle your father’s debts.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” Bucky growled, his fingers fucking you through your orgasm, his eyes watching you hungrily, greedily.

Already, you could read him well enough to know he was thinking about watching you come on his cock as he claimed you in the most base, primal way possible. Your pussy clenched harder on his fingers at the thought, your body aching for it even as you came.

“Come all over your husband’s fingers—see how good I can be to you when you obey me, printsessa.”

Your teeth had sunk deep into your lower lip to quell any sounds of ecstasy, but the pleasure was too much, too overwhelming, and you threw your head back. Your breathy cry was muffled by Bucky’s fingers choking your throat harder, which only wrung even more bliss out of your body as black crept into the edges of your vision.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, your husband’s relentless touch dragging out your release until your strangled moans devolved into desperate whimpers. Tears gathered in your lashes, and your entire body trembled in the red leather booth at the back of the pizza parlor.

Only then did Bucky relent. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured before his lips slammed down on yours, his mouth claiming yours just as surely as his fingers had claimed your cunt.

He swallowed the keening whine you let out when he pulled his fingers from your throbbing pussy, your body aching at the loss of him. But then he replaced his mouth with them, pushing his fingers between your lips so you could taste your release—the release he’d wrung so masterfully from your body.

“Clean up your mess, moya zhena,” Bucky rumbled, his eyes sparkling with depraved delight as you dutifully licked his fingers clean.

When he decided you were done, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and let you collapse against his chest, your cheek pressed to his white cotton dress shirt—the one he’d worn to your wedding earlier that day.

His jacket had been shed at some point during the party at one of his nightclubs—a club decorated in neon red hearts. Bucky had smirked in amusement when you’d pointed out the irony of celebrating your forced marriage in a place where the theme was love.

That infuriating smirk had made you decide the best way to celebrate your sham nuptials was to drink and dance the night away. You’d spent your night trying not to notice how handsome the mob boss you’d married was, or how delicious he looked with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Or how a very small part of you enjoyed the way his eyes never strayed from you for long.

It had been your idea to get some pizza after the club, a last ditch attempt to put off the wedding night you were certain Bucky expected. You kept telling yourself you didn’t want him to touch you, but the second his fingers had grazed your bare knee beneath the simple white dress you wore, tingles of pleasure going straight to your clit, you’d known it was no use pretending you didn’t want your new husband.

When your father told you he’d arranged for you to marry the Zimniy Soldat in exchange for having his debts cleared, you never believed you could find anything to like about your mob boss husband. But Bucky had proven you very wrong in that back booth in the pizza parlor, and you were warming up to the idea of being Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes.

“Tell me you’re mine, printsessa,” Bucky rumbled, drawing your thoughts back to the present moment. His lips pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head where it was tucked under his chin, and your heart flipped happily in your chest.

The words were no less a command for the warmth in his tone that he seemed to reserve for only you, his new wife.

Perhaps it was because of the pleasure still thrumming through your body, or because you weren’t so convinced anymore that being married to the Zimniy Soldat would be a bad thing, but the words came much easier to your lips than you would’ve expected.

“I’m yours, my husband.”

A pleased sound rumbled in Bucky’s throat and you felt the way his heart beat harder in his chest with your cheek pressed to his sternum. You couldn’t help the small smile that curved your lips when Bucky threaded the fingers of his left hand through yours, your matching rings slotting next to each other and glittering beneath the yellow lights of the pizza parlor.

“You’ll be happy with me,” Bucky promised, the most recent of many vows he’d made to you that day. His words rang with determination and an emotion you’d never expected to hear from the mob boss—adoration. “So long as you always remember you belong to me, moya zhena.”

A shiver of delight raced down your spine at his possessive words, finding yourself liking them much more than you would’ve thought.

Something told you that you’d never forget you belonged to Bucky Barnes. Not at any point during the hopefully long and happy life you were going to live with him. You were his wife, and he was your husband, for so long as you both should live.

translations:

printsessa/moya printsessa - princess/my princess

Zimniy Soldat - Winter Soldier

moya zhena - my wife

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thedivinetarot · 5 months ago

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My baby used to dance underneath my architecture

What will your spouse love about you?

☆How to chose the perfect pile for you?

1) Close your eyes.

2) Clear your mind.

3) Take a deep breath.

4) Ask the question in your head. And then open your eyes and the picture you're drawn to the most is your pile.

☆ Note:

- Thank you guys for 300 followers. I'm really happy and grateful to have you all in this sacred space of my mine.

- This is a general reading for the collective or whoever read the post. So, take what resonates for you as a person.

- I usually do an energy check for each pile so that the reading can resonates as much as possible to the reader.

- In this reading we are going to know what your spouse love the most about you.

- This reading can be applied on your current partner or future spouse. Please don't read it for your crush or someone you are briefly dating; this is a totally different situations.

Lots of love ❤

Arya

Pile 1 - Last dance

Your current energy

I see that this pile is spending time with their family and specifically with an old man. It could be your grandpa or your father or someone old in your family. If not then there's a man in your family who is sick and you are taking care of them. I see that it's not going to be that serious they will get well soon, they need a little rest and everything will be alright. I see that some people in this pile have been dealing with poverty or lack of money/ financial support. I see you not doing anything about it, you feel like this thing is out of your hand. Or (another energy I'm picking up on) I feel like this pile have someone sick or died in their family and they cannot pay the hospital or funeral bills which is leading them to feel powerless and in debt (I'm so sorry if this is you). Another case I'm seeing is that this pile may lost their money on something they're addicted to; could be liquor, food, drugs (I see a thing not a person to be specific). I see also that this addiction is so strong you feel like you cannot put a boundary for and it drive your insane. You might be addicted to shopping or thrifting? Anyways, I see also that you are working so hard on that addiction because it is unhealthy for you pile 1. I asked for an advice for you and I got that you need to be more assertive about your feelings pile 1, don't let them drive you insane. I see there's an ungrounded energy here. Like someone can't set still. The cards are telling me that you need to be more assertive and take small baby steps solutions in order for you to reach where you want to be.

What will your spouse love about you?

Well, I like the energy here. I see that you are a multidimensional person with many and many layers. Your future spouse will loovvve your sense of logic. Even if you are emotional or think with your heart instead of your head. He will love how your brain works I see that he will love also how feminine and sweet you are. You might be curvy or fat but your spouse love those curves or fatness. He love how motherly you look. You see those girls who are overweight/curvy or chubby but there's something so comforting and motherly about them that you want to hug them and take care of them? That's what your spouse will love and this is how he sees you. I see that you are also someone who hates injustice, you hate how people treat each other like trash. You hate it when someone is treated unfairly in front of you. Or you might be someone who was treated unfairly because of how you look or your personality but don't worry your spouse is going to love it. Also I see that you are someone who is very assertive and you see things from a different angle. I see that you have a very structured routine that is in order. Also I see that people in this pile are quite spiritual, they believe in Karma and justice. Your spouse will literally love all of those things about you. Also I see he will love how persistent and stubborn you are. You might be someone who plant the seed, protect it, nurture it until is become a beautiful tree then you set under it to enjoy the fruit of it and it's shadow. Pile one you are an amazing person and your spouse see how much you put effort into anything and everything. You might be someone with the motto " Take care of your own garden if you want to attract butterflies and if butterflies didn't come then you have a wonderful garden to enjoy". Also I see that this pile is not afraid to walk away from situations that is not serving them anymore; I see that your spouse love how you are not too attached to them. You are not clingy pile 1 and your spouse respect that. I see that you love challenges and you embrace it with a huge smile on your face. You like to the challenge and you like the thrill and you like how much it changes you.

Placements for this pile

Aries, Taurus, Libra, Cancer, Pisces, Aquarius, Neptune, Moon, Saturn, Mercury dominant in your chart, stallium in the 1st/7th/2nd/11th/4th/12th house.

Pile 2 - smiling Christine

Your current energy

This pile is taking care of someone young like a sibling or you might be a babysitter who is working on their independence by taking care of children. I see a young adult here around 18 to 24 years old. I see that this pile is determined on making their dreams come true. You might be saving money or you started to take an action towards a hobby that might get you attention from the public, like a tiktok account or IG or any form of social media. You might be someone who was held back by limiting beliefs about yourself but that changed now and you are more confident in your ability and your talents. I see a tarot reader here or someone who is psychic or a witch like me (hello fellow witches, tarot readers or psychics). I see that you are discovering your talents finally and working on either to get noticed by the public for them or to improve them before you become a celebrity or known person for that talent. I see also that there's someone here who is learning about their roots or your own culture. Your parents might moved to another country and never really had the chance to introduce you to your culture but now you are allowing yourself as an adult to get to know your roots and culture. Another thing I'm picking up on is that people in this pile are very independent, they do their own thing, take care of themselves but there's this nostalgic feeling to your childhood or when you were a child. I see also that you might be someone who their grandparents was your entire childhood. Like they might have took care of you or you grew up around them. I see that for some of you; your grandmother was a witch or a healer or knows alot of tarot or astrology. And if not then she might be so familiar with religion (any nothing specific) and you took this gift from her and now your psychic abilities or gifts are being developed. Hey! Also I'm picking up on something else pile 2, the wheel of fortune is finally spinning your way. So, if you have been unlucky in your life then the luck is on your side from now on. I see that you worked very hard on yourself and now everything is going to be the way you dreamed of wanted. I see also that your dreams carry a significant meaning or warning do not ignore them okay?

What will your spouse love about you?

Okay, your spouse is going to love how patient you are. You might be someone who things never really worked out for them or your spouse's life was really that good until you entered their life and boom everything turned out to be soooo good. I think because you are a healer or a witch then you have a good karma to you or your energy is so uplifting that your spouse's life got turned upside down for the better after you entered his life. I see that you are literally that girl who is very nurturing, caring and gentle. I'm picking up on capricorn placements. You are someone who is the boss (and no one is going to handle this side of you like your spouse). I see that you might be someone who is business oriented, you are someone who is very practical. I'm picking up on someone with earth mercury, no one can fool you because you can freaking find out. I see also that you are not really afraid of loneliness, you can easily turn it into solitude and enjoy your time (queen I respect that 💋👑). I see also that you are very loyal and marriage/ relationship material. You might be someone who gives a lot of dating advice to your friends and get the ick from people who date dusties. I also see that you are so sexy or controlling. You know those jealous wifey or girlfriends who are very controlling and obsessed with their partner? You might be one of them and your spouse ADORE that!. Anyways, I see also that you might be too attached to your spouse and he love it. I'm getting pluto-venus aspects in your chart. I'm also hearing obsessed and loyal and your spouse love that. Idk why but I feel like this person will love your private area or how sensual you are. There's something sexual here that I shouldn't write but I will anyways. This person love how your private area feels on his pepe and if you are a man or masculine then you are going to love how she feels (if you know what I mean), I guess he like to stay inside and enjoy or he might stay there a little longer just to be close. I feel like this pile is shy too and you look adorable when you get shy and blush.

Placements for this pile

Virgo, Cancer, Aries, Capricorn, Saturn, Taurus, mercury in earth sign, mercury, jupiter, venus dominant in your chart, stallium in the 1st/2nd/10th/4th/6th house. Pluto-venus making aspects in your chart.

Pile 3 - Christine in front of a mirror

Your current energy

Oh, I feel so sorry for this pile. Guys you might be dealing with a lot right now. I see that you are carrying your emotional baggage on your back refusing to let it go. I see that this pile are very overwhelmed by those emotions. I feel like there's a relationship with someone with Aquarius placements that really ended but you are refusing to believe that this person is gone and will never return. I see that you are nostalgic to them and you miss them a lot. You miss when you both were together having fun and hanging out. You are refusing to let this person go because you think they are the one but they are not. It is not necessary that this relationship is karmic. But I'm seeing that you are refusing to heal and move on you are literally getting yourself stuck by your own hands. Please try to rewire your brain, trick it to think that you'll be fine without that person. I see this lack will be over because your spirit angel is telling me that your soulmate will soon enter your life pile 3! How wonderful. This person will be blonde, chubby and cute. He will take care of you. Also, they are telling me that you need to put a FULL STOP to that situation/connection and stop hanging there in hope that the ex/old person will return. Your soulmate will soon be in your life how magnificent is that? Anyways what you actually need more than anything is to understand that life is abundant of choices and that one person was a lesson for you to grow and learn something new. Spirits are encouraging you to learn how to put boundaries (healthy ones) and do not get too attached to that person or the new one. You need to love them and embrace that feeling without getting attached to them. That's how love works, you chose to love a person but you are not attached to them. No, you are fine without them and everything is alright. Also try to get out of your comfort zone. Learn about detachment and your attachment style so you can love freely.

God bless you pile 3 I wish you healing and peace.

What will your spouse love about you?

Hehe, I see that your spouse love how quarrelsome you are. You like to debate with them. You like the thrill of proving your point of view. I feel like you are an ENTP Idk why I get that feeling. I see also might be someone who is balanced and connected to the higher source of power or God. You might be someone with active crown chakra, you are not attached to material things like other people. Like you know that you were born to die, listen to born to die by Lana Del Rey if you want to. I see that you may be your spouse's type. I see that this man is literally manifested you. I'm also picking up on the lyric of "I'm your dream come true" feather by Sabrina Carpenter. You are this person's dream come true. Also you might be someone who is firm and still. There's this firmness and stillness in your opinions and views that can't really be changed. You are a predictable person and your spouse love how he can predict your actions. I also see that you are very independent and you have your own things and your own life. The keyboard typed wlw (woman love woman) so you might be in a same sex relationship too. Anyways, what your spouse doesn't really like is how much you carry on your shoulder. You might be someone who was hyper independent or was single for a very long time that you cannot allow your spouse to help you. I'm picturing someone who used to do alot of things alone and never really dated anyone for a long time so you are used to doing your things for yourself. I see also that you might like traveling? Or you love to learn about cultures? Yeah it can be a thing. I also see that your spouse can be from a different city or different country. The cards are telling me that you are very childish and naive or look like that. You might be someone who experienced poverty or lack of money or financial stability. Your spouse want you to know that he is going to spoil you rotten and take care of you. Also he want you to know that both of you will build an empire together so keep yourself open for that. I see also that your spouse is a master manifesto sooo he probably manifested someone like you into his life. There's something here about your looks, he might also like how you look like. I see that he will have his venus in your ascendant or your mars in his ascendant because the chemistry between you two is undeniable.

Placements for this pile

Sagittarius, Gemini, Leo, Aries, Pisces, Cancer, Jupiter, mars, mercury, moon as dominant planets in your chart. Stallium in the 9th/1st/4th/3rd/5th/12th house. For the mbti ENTP, ENFP and ESFP.

Pile 4 - Enchanting Vanity

Your current energy

Hmmm okay, this pile here is being pursued or confused between two people. I see that you might be liking someone for how they look and the other because of their money or because you see something with them in the future. There's conflict here and it is in you pile 4. This pile, I believe that they are being confused between those two people and who is their twin flame. You might be mistaken your twin flame for someone who is not or the opposite. Like, you might think that this is not your twin flame but they are. I see also that you are very restless. And you cannot truly see who is your person. The cards are advising you take time alone and reflect on your values. I see that you are afraid to be alone and independent. You are afraid to show your weakness and vulnerable side to people which lead you to overthink or obsess over the outcome. So, I guess it is better for you pile 4 to just set alone and face that. Face your fears or vulnerability and don't obsess over the outcome. Also this pile is like pile 3, they need to detach and practice mindfulness in order for them to see the truth. I will give you a tip about detachment; all you have to do is to imagine that what you are going through is a story someone is telling you. Then use logic to analyze the story that the imaginary person have told you to decide whether you should or shouldn't take an action or not and if not action then a solution. Imagine for example, that a friend came to you for a problem, how will you help them? Will you take a step back to see the bigger picture? What is a good solution you will give to that friend? And so on and so forth. About the two people you are seeing, reflect on your values and see who exactly have the similar values as you. I'm also seeing one of them is cancer and the other is taurus and if not then you might have those placements. I'm pretty sure that the universe is going to guide you towards a solution, you need to be open I order to see the synchronicity that is going to give you the answer.

What will your spouse love about you?

I see that this pile work really hard to keep themselves fit and in a good shape. You might be someone who was overweight previously and you work very hard to not go back to what you were. Your spouse love and respect how you take care of yourself. He love how you care about your health. I see also he hate to see you overthinking but love it when you allow yourself to be vulnerable in front of them. The cards also are telling me that your spouse love how you forgive people and move on, you might be someone who is not spiteful towards people who hurt you, you heal and wish them to heal instead of hating on them nonstop. I see that you don't forget but you forgive. I see also that you have this inner power to you that make your spouse go insane for you. You might be someone who is into manifestations and the law of attraction and other stuff related to this. You might even manifested this person and he is in awe of you. I see that you are very patient, very strong headed. What is yours will find you and you do not chase you attract. He might love your family or your roots or your culture. I see a culture difference here like pile 3 so go read it if you want to. Anyways, I see that he also admire your private part and if you are a man then she might like your thing. I see that they (your spouse) will LOVE your area so much and think that it is sooo feminine. You might be someone who knows how to take care of that place and you keep it shaved and clean. I'm also picking up on hygiene, so you might be someone who always shower and keep themselves shaved and fresh. You might use expensive perfume or you just looveee to shower yourself with perfume after you finish showering. You might also have a long body care routine like those pretty girls on YouTube. All of those stuff is really something very admirable by your spouse. You might be someone who is quite adventurous and any chance to travel somewhere is un-wasted by you. Like you can't set still in one place for a long time. You need to travel and discover. You are very open to try a lot of things. Open to cultures, you like to try new different food, different places, and you cannot handle the idea of staying in the same place always.

Sorry if this pile was short the messages was straight forward.

Placements for this pile

Earth placements (taurus, virgo and capricorn). Gemini, cancer, moon, venus, Saturn, mars as dominant planets. Stallium in the 10th/6th/2nd/4th/3rd house in your chart.

Post date: Fri- 13t of sep/2024

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Last Call for Love

Vander x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5k

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Vander and you have been dancing around each other for far too long for it to still be considered friendly banter. Is there any better start to a relationship then fucking on a random weekday?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: unprotected sex, friends to lovers, one use of good girl, size kink, daddy kink, belly bulge, sex on a table

The heavy wooden door gave way to The Last Drop, the familiar warmth of the tavern enveloping you from the night's chill. Low amber lighting splashed across the establishment, illuminating the broad figure behind the counter. The jukebox mutes your footsteps falling along the well worn wooden flooring; a layer of alcoholic stickiness clinging to the soles of your shoes as you walk.

Despite the long missing crowd, the air still reeks of cigars smoked throughout the day and shared drinks that had sloshed over their rims. Vander stands at the center of it all, his hand covered in a rag as he cleans glasses after the day. Sorry to say we’ve closed up shop.” His eyes flicker up to spot you standing in the middle of the room, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

A moment passes between the two of you before you simultaneously burst into laughter.

You smile, ignoring his faked complaint and walk over to the bar. Not wanting a barrier between the two of you, you saunter around the counter to welcome yourself behind the bar. It was one of those nights where Vander wasn’t tired after his shift, some energy leftover from the long day. He’d tell you that it was a lucky chance that he didn’t feel like such an old man. He has always been dramatic like that.

“Go on, make yourself at home,” Vander drawls sarcastically, acting as if your presence was a chore. You knew he didn’t mean it though; if not for the mirthful lilt to his voice, for the fact that he was currently selecting two clean glasses and your favorite bottle of liquor.

“Oh I will. Vander, you aren’t as intimidating as you like to think.” He shakes his head, “The Hound of The Underground isn’t scary enough for ya?”

Beaming, you amble up to his side, grabbing the drink from him. “Thank you,” you hum and clink it against the rim of his own filled glass. Vander smiles, pausing until your lips part over the glass. When you tip your head back to take a large swig he mirrors your movements, drinking half of his glass in one go.

The burn slides down your throat as you squeeze your eyes shut and breathe through your nose. The resulting chuckle from Vander makes you roll your eyes as you set the alcohol back down.

“Is that hilarious?” You question and reopen your eyes to glance at him. “Quite.” The sarcasm came naturally as Vander found his pipe and matches, always needing them to pair with his liquor. Vander hums lowly, swiping a match across the side of the counter.

“Say, is there a reason you’re pestering me so much tonight? Somebody pissed in your cereal, eh?” The lit match lowers to the mix packed into his pipe, Vander promptly shaking the flame out.

Tossing the burned match to the side, he takes a long drag from the pipe, exhaling a plume of smoke after the count of five. You slowly blink up at him, gaze focusing on the hair that covered his moving jaw. The soft curve under his chin slopes down into his neck that flexes with the exertion of his sigh. He’s so handsome to watch.

It wasn’t your fault when your hand found its way to the side of his neck, tracing the tendons that jump under your cautious touch.

Vander knew you wouldn’t answer him, not when you’re mapping out his structure like this, curious and wanting. Besides, there was no need to answer, he was just messing with you. Vander hands you the pipe, raising an eyebrow in silent question. It wasn’t often that you smoked with him, but he can sense the tension that rested between your shoulder blades. He faintly wonders if your day has been as tiring as his. Maybe even moreso. Your fingertips left his neck to lightly dig into his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt giving little resistance.

When your lips part obediently, he places the lip of his pipe on the plush of yours. Letting your mouth fall shut, you take a tentative puff. The thick smoke rolls over your tongue, choking your saliva glands mercilessly. You expectedly jerk back, coughing with an exaggerated gag, “I seriously don’t understand how you smoke that shit.”

“It’s smooth,” Vander lies, knowing it was anything but. His rough palm finds your back, rubbing up and down, dragging your shirt up by an inch. “Shut the fuck up,” you rasp as he laughs quietly. Your hand thumps his shoulder at his lack of overwhelming sympathy and unceremoniously falls away.

Vander did feel bad for you choking on the fumes, but he didn't feel horrible when he saw the way your face had scrunched up. The heat rising to your cheeks, the tears stinging your eyes…fuck if it didn’t get him thinking.

Before Vander has the chance to stress himself out, his heavy hand creeps further up your back. His thick fingers swallow the width of the base of your neck as he cradles it. The heat from his hand tingles down your spine, leaving you staring owlishly up at him. “Here,” he guides you, his thumb pressing just below your jaw.

Vander tilts your head up as he puffs on his pipe. Taking a small drag, he jerks his head to the side, signaling for you to open your mouth again. Understanding his hint, you follow his silent order. The rough pad of his thumb sinks into your skin a little harder and he dips down to your height, breathing the smoke into your mouth.

The slight brush of your lips feels like static electricity instantaneously zapping across your skin. The smoke overflows your waiting mouth, creating a fog between you and him. Inhaling it back in was an impossible feat with you frozen at his boldness. And the warmth from his pipe was no match for the warmth radiating from his body wedged against yours, wrapping itself around you and pulling you in.

Vander, on the other hand, found himself equally as entranced by the expression on your face. The knit to your brow made you look like you were silently pleading for him to break the moment with his mouth on yours. It was downright indecent and yet he can’t possibly deny that look.

The silence stretched on between the two of you. It wasn’t quite awkward, but it was certainly tense—brimming with possibility. Neither of you could decipher when the tension between both of you had started; maybe it had festered for weeks or longer. Either way, ending up so close together was no longer a jarring occurrence.

The tether continues to tug you closer and closer together until your chests press against each other, beating hearts speaking in turn. “Vander,” you snip impatiently, making the larger man flash a cheeky smile. Your brain reels with the hope of finally giving into your desire for each other. The dance between you was a fickle thing, one that you have enjoyed for a long time, but loathed more every second that Vander didn’t kiss you.

If there was ever a chance to feel him on you, even for a sharp second, it seemed that now was the time to have him. Who knew if he would ever get this close again if the moment slipped by? Right before the pressure becomes unbearable and you open your eyes, Vander heeds your warning and leans forward fully to slot his mouth onto yours.

Your heart skips a beat, blood roaring in your ears and throbbing between your thighs. The thought of anything else evaporates from your brain leaving you unable to focus on anything but Vander’s mouth on yours. The curve of your lips closes with his, sealing the two of you together.

The following kiss is a frenzied mess of teeth and tongue. There was nothing soft about the hungry kiss, heat blossoming deep within Vander’s gut as he tugs you closer. Your gasps were easily silenced by his tongue massaging yours, a soothing balm that made you crave him everywhere.

Yet, Vander abruptly pulls back, acting on autopilot. He found a new journey, gripping the fat of your ass and yanking you closer. The sides of his hands cup the curve of each cheek, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. When you oblige, he silently follows through and holds you to his body.

One of his heavy hands pushes into the middle of your back to curve your body into him, wanting you as close as possible. Instead of dropping you onto the counter, or even going up against the wall, Vander sharply turns and treks out from behind the counter. He beelines for one of the cleaner tables he had wiped down before cleaning glasses. When you glance over your shoulder at the table that he set you down on, a small worry fills you.

“Will this hold?”

“Only one way to know,” Vander rumbles, towering over you once you swivel back to him.

Swallowing thickly, you nod, “Yeah, guess so.” His eyes search yours and then he’s solidifying the position, directing you to fully lie back on the table. Your legs spread easily to accommodate for the expanse of Vander’s hips as he steps up to you. Unignorable arousal pulses in your core at the bulge that nudges at the junction of your thigh.

The hot outline of Vander’s swelling cock seeps heat through your clothes as he marvels at your laid out figure. This is what he has wanted for so long, what he needed. You. “Are you going to stare at me or fuck me?” Vander instantly laughs at your question, not condescendingly, but not exactly comfortingly.

His mouth resumes what ended you up here, lips meeting your own. The second kiss wasn’t as frantic, but was equally a push and pull of nips and soothing licks. Your tongues slide together, neither fighting for dominance while you pant against his lips, always diving back in for more. The sound of lips smacking eventually quiets when Vander slowly parts from you.

“Sweetheart, I have to work you up to that.” Vander grinds against your clothed cunt, the seam of your jeans rubbing in time with the rolling of his hips. He eagerly takes in the crease of your brow as the material of your underwear bunches around your clit, pinching it. You can’t help the way you lift your lower half to meet him, the heaving of your chest only growing heavier.

The unyielding barrier of your pants and his were far too thick between you and his cock. You needed more. Finally, Vander flicked the button of your jeans up and tugged your zipper down. Weathered fingers hook under your waistband and yank, working the material off your legs. He backs up to pluck your shoes from your feet, freeing your legs of the suffocating jeans.

“Shit,” you hiss and shiver at the sudden air bathing your heated skin. The wooden tabletop creaks as you idly squirm on it, only stopping when large hands pin your thighs to the table. “Shh,” Vander murmurs and rubs his hands along your skin. “There you go, that’s good,” he praises when you still, captivated by the soothing tone he has taken on. A quiet chuckle bathes your ears as he opens your thighs once more.

Biting the inside of your cheek, your eyes trail down to his fingers eagerly tugging your damp underwear to the side. Vander can be many things, but with you splayed out like this he could no longer act patient. “Ah, there she is.”

The air in your lungs burns, clawing up your throat when you let out a shaky sigh of relief. When did you start holding your breath? You weren’t exactly sure, focusing on one of his fingers sliding up through your puffy lips, parting them.

Hot slick coats his digit, his eyes zeroing in on how your plush skin dents supplely under his guidance. Unable to resist, Vanders thumbs come up to spread you open like an overripe fruit that he gapes at. There were no words to describe the swelling of his heart, and cock, at the sight of you. The warm weight of his dick prods your knee as he sucks in a sharp breath. “Hell, you are…”

Vander trails off, unable to finish his sentence. His thumb sneaks up to your clit, rubbing slow circles over it. You catch the way his eyes snap up to your face to study the reaction you would reward him with. The shade of your cheeks darkens at his curiosity. You might have been silent, but your hips spoke for you when they edge forward, searching for more. It seemed to be enough for him, Vander’s attention returning to your cunt.

A quiet whimper falls from your lips after a minute of withstanding his lazy exploration. “Vander, please.” The plea pulls him out of whatever trance he had been put under, his eyes blinking away the daze in them. His hands slide over your hips and under your ass. Using the angle, he tugs you up the table until you are directly in front of him. “Careful,” he jokes, snickering when you lightly swat the back of his head.

In a silent apology, Vander lays his palm across your mound, softly massaging you. He presses a finger at your entrance, tracing the contours before making up his mind and sliding it in. His free hand trails up your body to flatten against your abdomen as he shallowly fingers you.

The sheer size of his hand took up a substantial portion of your waist, shielding you. And it didn’t take a mind reader to sense Vander’s pride in that–his chest puffing out as he saw how much of you he can cover. Fuck, he could manhandle you anywhere you’d like.

Welcoming the stretch, your cunt easily yields to him, leaking over his finger. “You’re soft,” Vander grumbles without a second thought. The words visibly catch up to him a second later when his face reddens. Ducking his head, Vander bends over to lower his face to your cunt–a successful distraction–and wraps his lips around your clit.

Instantly your back bows off of the table, jaw dropping open as you moan in surprise at the quick shift. His tongue weighs on the bundle of nerves as he hollows his cheeks. Vander’s eyes flick upwards to make eye contact when he thrusts in a second finger.

Your louder groan was almost enough for him to grin against your pussy. His beard scrapes against the inside of your thighs, blending the slight pain with the overwhelming pleasure while two fingers curl against your velvety walls, searching. If it took him all night to find your sweet spot he gladly would map out your body for hours.

But his journey was cut short by the quickening of your breath, hands falling to his head. Short puffs of air exit your perpetually agape mouth as sparks flare in your tightening gut. Absent-mindedly, you grind against his fingers, eager to help him. Your orgasm was mostly a surprise, spurred on by the efforts of his mouth against you. Your body tenses as you come over his fingers, thighs smacking closed. Whining brokenly, you dig your nails into his scalp as he carefully removes his fingers.

With a muted rumble, Vander shoves your thighs back open to drag his tongue up your slit. You gasp sharply, imagining that you would never breathe again with how tight your chest has grown to be. The feeling of him cleaning you was too much and yet not enough. Your struggling fell on deaf ears, or rather the ears of a man that hadn’t yet deciphered your moans, who eagerly drank in your essence when you humped his face with restless hips.

When his swelling lips pull away, arousal thickly coats his mouth and beard. But if the look in his eye was anything to go by though, he doesn’t mind one bit. No, he gratefully licks his lips and hauls himself back up to stand over you. In an instant your hands were back on him, tugging up the hem of his shirt.

Vander answers by yanking the oppressive fabric over his head, throwing it to the floor. His broad shoulders were carved thoughtfully by the gods, dipping down into his somehow bigger chest. Thick hair covers his defined pecs, drawing your eyes to the thatch of hair just above his waistband.

No time was wasted away with how quickly Vander ripped his belt open, the clank sounding like a gunshot through the thick atmosphere. You giggle quietly at his haste, quieting with a coy smile when he playfully glares at you. Vander grants you only a few seconds of ogling him before he’s pantsless and surging forward again. He drags his lips across your collarbone, biting at the top hem of your shirt.

Hot breath hits your skin, raising goosebumps when he grunts at the limited access to you. Weathered fingers creep up under your top to find your chest for a moment until he’s stripping you of your shirt. Vander groans appreciatively, barely separating from you for a second. Now it was his turn to take in your figure, completely naked on his tables in his bar.

Wet, open-mouthed kisses smother your neck, letting you savor the brush of his beard against your warmed skin. It quickly became a struggle to stay still again when you were creating a fucking puddle on the table with Vander only kissing you.

Through the haze Vander makes out your need, the weight of his warm cock nestling between your thighs. He subconsciously ruts against you, pressing as close as he can to you until you can feel the shape of his heavy balls through his boxers.

“M’gonna fuck you now, ‘right sweetheart?” The words register after a slow second crept by. “Mhm,” you mumble and nod your head. That wasn’t enough though, with Vander responding by shaking his head. “No, you have to tell me what I’m gonna do. Come on honey, use your words.” If that wasn’t enough to make your head swim you didn’t know what was.

“You’re going to fuck me.” “And…?” “And I’m going to like it?”

“Good enough,” Vander says heartily, chuckling to himself at how out of it you were after one orgasm and some heated kissing. “Are you normally this…distracted?” You shake your head, observing shamelessly when he works his boxers off. Not many men could work you up like this, but it was Vander. The sweet Vander who always had your back…also the Vander who constantly teased you, and now the Vander who’s standing naked in front of you.

The thought itself wasn’t a major turn on, but actually seeing him? Dusty red at the tip and already leaking, he’s…thick. Surprisingly so.

How had the gods even made a man with a cock that thick? What he didn’t make up for in size, he certainly did in girth–so weighted that even when he was achingly hard his cock still hung between his muscular thighs. His pubes, dark and only somewhat trimmed, decorated the base of him. “How is that going to fit?” you blurt out.

Looking at you watching him, Vander smirks and wraps a hand around his dick. Maybe it was to tease you, though it was more than likely that he needed a break after having little to no stimulation for this long. “We’ll make it fit, yeah?” He groans when he curls back over you, his pre-cum smearing across your inner thigh. “S’ppose you’re ready enough now, eh?” Without a flicker of hesitation you rapidly nod along. “Fucking finally. I thought I’d grow a beard in the time before you fucked me.”

Sharing a laugh, Vander shakes the teasing off when he braces himself on his thick forearm, next to your head. His knee nudges your legs open wider to allow him to lower himself down more. The fat of his tip slides between your folds and presses gently at your entrance. Glancing back up at you, Vander smiles.

“Are you gonna let daddy take care of you?” Janna.

It was like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on you at the same time you were submerged into lava. All you could manage was a pitiful squeak as you look up at him.

Honestly, Vander had meant it to be a jest at you. He didn’t expect you to react like this. “Oh you like that? You’ve been thinkin’ about me being your daddy?” He was only met with wide eyes, you staccato breathing filling the air. Vander didn’t need a verbal response to know he was dead on. Dipping down, Vander drug the tip of his nose up the side of yours. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you, stretch you out, give you what you need. Daddy’s here now.”

“Shit,” you whisper quietly, whimpering when the head of his cock kisses your entrance again, just barely pushing in. Vander grits his teeth together to resist thrusting in, in one go, murmuring reassurances to you. “I know…gonna stretch you out nice and slow…” A groan sits on the back of his tongue as he slowly sinks into your cunt, his hands moving to hold your thighs up and apart.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Just a little more.” You had assumed Vander would start quickly—having been dead wrong with how he took his sweet time. His tip is already making you ache for more, his girth pushing your walls to stretch obscenely around him. “Shit, honey,” Vander curses at the sight of your body accommodating him, puffy folds straining around his length.

He cautiously rocks his hips forward, each little movement drawing him deeper than you thought possible. Each second that you think he couldn’t possibly give more, he did so dutifully. When his hips are definitively flush with yours, your back arches off the table again to hover, a low moan tearing through your throat at the fullness in your gut.

Vander waits for you to adjust, attentively watching your face for any signs of discomfort. The pad of his thumb plays with your clit, his head ducking to follow your view. “I want you to look at me,” he rumbles, placing his other hand back on your tummy.

“I want to see you when I fuck you.” Pressing down lightly, he feels the bulge of himself under your soft skin. You whine at the feeling, relaxing into his hold and letting your head roll back against the tabletop. “Look at me in you.” His hand resting on your abdomen tightens into a fist. “Fuuuck.”

God damn, was all your muddled brain musters up when you clench at his words. Vander grunts quietly, “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.” The truth was that he was just as affected by this as you were. The thought of his struggle alone dissolves any pain into a sweet pressure as his cock moves against your walls. You yearn with a hunger that has festered for years because of Vander’s heedless teasing. Fucking years you have hungered for this. You wouldn’t back down in the face of it.

His hips rut into you with no sense of urgency, the two of you enjoying the slow grind of his cock. The smell of your arousal hangs heavy in the air, the slipperiness mixing at the base of his cock until his pubes are soaked with your need. Vander’s hand on your stomach wanders up your leg, transferring it to rest on his shoulder.

“You’re taking me so well,” he huffs, turning his head to kiss your ankle. The drag of his cock against your walls is intoxicating, setting off sparks with each lazy thrust.

“Uh huh?” you answer weakly, stretching your arms above you. “Can you–I want more. I want it harder.” Vander closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Okay.” He braces himself and looks back down at you, holding your hips. “Okay, hold onto the table, honey.” Listening, your fingers curl around the edge of the round table, eyes trained on him. “Good girl.” Any response was cut off when he pulled back, driving back in with a sharp snap of his hips.

Air rushes out your lungs as you wail at the fire lighting up your nerves. Your nails bite into the wood in an attempt to ground yourself. If anyone could rearrange your guts with their size, Vander would be able to and you could feel it. Vander groans between deep thrusts and digs his fingers into the fat of your hips. It’ll bruise tomorrow but neither of you worry about it.

The pace he set is electrifying, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming his hips forward again. Each ram sends you sliding up the table, his cock filling you up over and over again. Your moans are uncontrollable, wanton and loud as they spill from your lips in your haze.

Vander picks up on the quick difference of your keening under him when his tip bumps your sweet spot. Twisting your hips just to the side, Vander thrusts forward to meet it again, stars blurring in your vision. “Right there?” Vander goads you as if he isn’t struggling in the same boat as you. His teeth grind at the tightness of his balls, ready to release at any moment. He couldn’t help that your warmth enveloped him so invitingly.

“Fuck, shit, ah Vander!” You uncoordinated babbles echo in the bar, the loud slapping of his hips meeting your thighs ringing in your ears. You could feel your walls mold to every vein and curve in his cock. Scrabbling for better purchase, your head bounces on the table at a fervid thrust. Before your head can meet the tabletop again, Vander’s hand has left your hip to catch the back of your skull.

“Careful,” he looks down into your bleary eyes, his own sparkling with desire. From here you can see the lights shining in his blown out pupils.

His gaze roams your features furiously as he drives deeper into you, smirking when your face screws up in pleasure. Unable to help himself, Vander tucks his face to your neck, scattering sloppy kisses. The noise he releases into the curves of your shoulder borders on a growl, his sweat wetting your skin.

The weight of his body keeps you utterly pinned to the table, his cock grinding against all that it can reach. He’s practically humping you, lost in the snug feeling of your slick cunt, never once faltering in his determination to make every inch of your body tremble.

Moans cut from your vocal cords, your fingers burning with how hard they grip the table. Vander’s rough hand on your hip moves to hike your leg higher up your shoulder to position himself to piston harder into you. Arousal coats both of you, adding an extra slipperiness to his movements now. His heavy balls slap against your ass, the muscle rippling in response.

“Sweet, fucking, pretty thing.” The sounds of your cunt only fuels his mounting desire, his groans of approval mingling with yours.

Vander’s gaze burns with a mix of determination and possessiveness when your eyes lock with his. You weren’t dumb enough to miss his usual watchful gaze, but this felt different. In this moment, you didn’t just feel him physically–but emotionally, intrinsically. No words held value right now, your gaze holding a thousand unsaid words.

You didn’t want to spill those three words, but they seemed to jump out anyways.

Your lips part as Vander nods knowingly. “I know,” he rasps, “I know sweetheart.” At the confirmation, his pace accelerates impossibly. “I’ve known for too long. Janna, I couldn’t hurt you.” It’s almost too much. His words overlap clumsily in a way that has your cunt throbbing. “But I need you. You’re gonna be mine. I’m gonna do right by you, huh?” Your moans only increase in volume at his rewarding thrusts, head turning to dig your teeth into his forearm.

He groans long and loud, cock jumping at the sudden pain. With each slam of his hips, Vander aimed to take you completely, drowning in the knowledge that you were finally his. On the precipice of release, your mouth releases him as you writhe.

“Vander! I can’t–” “You can, honey. You will. Come on, sweetheart.” Your thighs trembled from the exertion while your cunt spasmed around his length.

It only took a handful of powerful thrusts until your orgasm was crashing over you. Legs twisting, you whined brokenly at the feeling. Your eyes squeezed shut, pleasure blinding you and keeping you alight. The increased tightness of your walls spurs Vander’s own climax. In only a few seconds he was following you over the edge with a grunt.

Trying to keep his dignity intact, Vander swallows the rest of his moans and buries his face into the side of your neck, burying deep within you. His weight is nearly crushing you when he halfway collapses onto your spent body, the warmth of his cum filling you up.

The thick mixture of your release threatens to leak out and splatter on the table when he shifts to keep from flattening you. Vander’s hips unconsciously grind into you as he rides out his orgasm, groaning into your ear. After a few long moments of his heavy breathing tapering off, you speak up,

“We really need to learn to talk to each other.” He chuckles.

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Safe and Sound

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: you run away after Snow announces that you have to go back into the Games and Peeta freaks out when he can’t find you (CF spoilers)

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“The tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors.”

As soon as those words processed in your brain, you were out the door. You ran straight for the woods and hopped right over the fence. Your mind shut off and your feet took over, carrying you as far as they could. You ran all the way to the boarder of the district and clung to the fence. If you were caught all the way out there, you’d likely be killed. Or at the very least, forcefully thrown back into your home. You almost hoped they would just kill you so that you didn’t have to go back into the games. You dropped to your knees and let out a sob that lasted until your voice ran out. The patchy grass welcomed you as you laid down and stared up at the sky as you thought about what your life had become. A few hours passed and without realizing it, you succumbed to the exhaustion and fell asleep out there.

When you woke up, it was dark out. You sat up and rubbed your aching head before realizing that if you had to go back into the games, one of your boys did too.

“Peeta.” You whispered and sprang up. You ran back to the village and went into his house, but he wasn’t there. You then ran next door to Haymitch’s house, finding him inside at his kitchen table with a large bottle of liquor.

“Bout time you showed up.” Haymitch slurred and took another sip.

“I need to talk to you.” You said as you sat down.

“Why? So you can ask me to fight to the death? Again?” Haymitch laughed humorlessly.

“Peeta can’t go back there. We barely made it out the first time.”

“I figured that’s what you were gonna say. But what’s it say that Peeta was here hours ago begging to save your life? What am I supposed to do about that? Shouldn’t I honor first come first serve?”

“No. You know you can’t save me. Men can’t volunteer for women. But if his name is called…” You trailed off and hoped he wouldn’t make you say it. Haymitch took a long sip from the bottle before letting out a deep sigh.

“I’ll volunteer.” He said without looking up.

“Thank you.” You sighed and threw your arms around him. Haymitch begrudgingly hugged you back.

“You know, you could love a hundred lifetimes and still not deserve that boy.” He told you.

“I know that.” You sighed and sat back in your seat.

“So is he doing any better now that you’re back?” Haymitch asked you.

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t been by to see him yet?” Haymitch asked with wide eyes.

“No. I’ve been in the woods trying to calm down. I fell asleep out there. Why?” You stared to panic when you saw how worried Haymitch was.

“You need to go see him. Now.” Haymitch ordered.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“He couldn’t find you.” Haymitch said and gestured with his hands for you to fill in the blanks.

“So? It’s only been…” You trailed off and checked the clock on the wall.

“Five hours since the announcement.”Haymitch informed you. “He ran in here after he couldn’t find you at your place. He nearly passed out when I said you weren’t here either.”

“Oh no. Do you know where he is now?” You asked. Peeta was going through the exact same emotions you were and you weren’t there for him.

“Probably in town. He said he was gonna check all your usual places. But that was hours ago.”

“Oh. Peeta.” You sighed and got out of your chair.

“Find him. And give the damn boy a hug, okay? He damn near lost his mind when he couldn’t find you. Be nice to him for once.” Haymitch ordered. You nodded and ran out of his house to go find Peeta. You checked Peeta’s house first in case he had gone back there but went to town when you didn’t find him.

“Peeta!” You called out as you ran through town. You peeked in through windows but most shops were closed. You went by the bakery, his old house, and the Hob, but he wasn’t at any of those places. You gave up after a long search and went back to your house. When you walked in, you found Peeta asleep on your couch with Buttercup snuggled in his arms. You chuckled at the sight until you knelt down beside him. His eyes were puffy and stained red from what must have been hours of crying. You frowned and stroked his hair, causing him to jolt away. Peeta quickly sat up and Buttercup ran out of his arms.

“Hey. I’ve been looking for you.” You told him. His expression didn’t change and he just continued to stare at you with a slightly dropped jaw. You thought he was mad at you so you reached forward and rubbed his shoulder.

“I’m sorry it took me so long. I should’ve come right over to see you.” You apologized. Peeta shut his mouth but continued to stare at you.

“Peeta? What’s the matter?” You asked him. His bottom lip suddenly started to quiver and he started to cry again. He threw his arms around you and held you tightly against him. You were confused but hugged him back and patted his head.

“I didn’t know where you went.” He said in the smallest voice you’d ever heard from him.

“Oh, Peeta.” You sighed and hugged him tighter. “I’m sorry. I went to the woods to clear my head. I just lost track of time.”

“After they made the announcement I went to your house but your mom said you ran out. I looked everywhere for you but I couldn’t find you.” He sniffled as he pulled out of the hug.

“I know. Haymitch told me. I’m sorry.” You pouted and rubbed his tears away with your thumbs.

“I thought you ran away. I didn’t know if I was ever gonna see you again.” His voice cracked as he stared into your eyes with his big puppy eyes.

“I just needed to-“

“You can’t do that. You can’t just leave.” He shouted. You blinked in surprise at Peeta raising his voice at you, something he never did.

“I had no idea where you were for hours. I didn’t know if Snow got to you and I was too late and I was never gonna see you again and…” Peeta broke into tears again and couldn’t finish his sentence. You realized that he wasn’t actually mad at you, just scared. You pulled him back into your arms and rested your cheek on the top of his blonde hair.

“Shh. It’s okay.” You cooed. “I’m here now.”

“You can’t scare me like that.” He sniffled. You pulled away and kept his face so you you could look into his eyes.

“I won’t do it again, okay? I promise.” You promised him. Peeta nodded his head and wiped his tears away on the back of his hand.

“Okay.” He nodded and gave you a sad smile. You returned the sad smile and rubbed your thumbs on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry I made you worry.” You said softly. Peeta shrugged a little to let you know that it was okay. His smile dropped suddenly and you felt his skin heat up under your fingertips.

“They’re putting us back in there.” He said quietly.

“I know, P.” You frowned. “I know.”

“They can’t keep doing this to us. We’re just kids.”

“I know.” You said again. “You’re the only one who understands.”

Peeta stared in your eyes for a minute before grabbing your face and pulling your into a rough kiss. Your eyes widened into surprised but quickly fluttered shut as you melted into his. Peeta clearly needed the kiss more than you did but you wouldn’t want to stop it anyway. Your lips moved together in a heated kiss until you had to pull away to breathe.

“I’m sorry. I know there’s no cameras.” Peeta said as he tried to catch his breath.

“That’s okay. You can kiss me anytime you want to.”

“I can?” He asked skeptically.

“You can.” You decided. Peeta smiled shyly and leaned in to kiss you again. This one was slower and lasted just long enough. When you pulled away. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your forehead against his.

“Whatever happens, we’re gonna be okay.” You assured him. “You might not even have to go in.”

“If my name does get called, I’ll be okay. You know how I know?”

“How?”

“I’ll have you. As long as we’re together, they can’t hurt us.” Peeta said with a sad smile.

“Together?” You asked and held up your pinky. Peeta linked his pinky with yours and kissed his hand.

“Together.”

Im sorry this was Josh sized (short asf) 😔😔😔😔

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