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captain-bubble-wrap · 3 days ago

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Can we get more hurt reader for Quinn to care for pretty please with 🍒s ontop?

I think it's about time I get the reader to a game, don't you?

Nothing could beat the energy of a sold out Canucks game.

Tonight was poised to be a tight game against the Atlantic Division's Toronto Maple Leafs and the hometown boys. You had made the plans weeks ago to attend the game, but none of your friends were available to go, so you were going solo. It hadn't been the first time sitting with no one to talk to in the stands, as there was always someone to strike up a conversation with, argue a wrong call over, or heckle one of the visiting players with. You wouldn't be without company that night.

Things had started off fast paced, with Quinn scoring the first puck mid-way through the opening period. It was always special getting to see him score in person, hearing the fans cheer for their beloved captain, and also with you being able to join them as just another fan. No one knew who you were; best as anyone else knew, you were just another girl in a Quinn Hughes jersey, and that was enough.

The players would take their positions back at center ice and Vancouver would lose the faceoff, and play would move into the Canucks' territory. Defensively, they seemed to be struggling to get a turnover and multiple shots would be deflected by Demko before the puck would get back to the neutral zone. However, it would get tipped and go up and out of play, with Toronto trying to return back to the offensive zone. You had been guilty of watching Quinn instead of where the puck was and that would be your downfall that night.

At first, you thought the guy sitting next to you had clocked you in the side of the head by accident. It wasn't after you heard a kid yell, "Get it! Get the puck! I want it!" that you were able to discern that you had missed the rogue puck sailing towards you and that had been what had your head spinning. That was your last, straightforward thought.

The rows behind you, who had seen the contact be made, gasped collectively and several reacted around you to make sure you were alright. Your ears were ringing, and you weren't quite sure where you were as you slumped forward and to the side, nearly slipping out of your seat. Everything was getting hazy and your vision was fading out. Your head had never hurt so bad in your life.

"Yeah, I need medical to section 116", you heard the usher radio in, your eyes slowly opening. Everything was too bright, too loud, and you were dizzy. There was a towel placed to the left side of your head and the throbbing felt like someone was hitting you with a hammer repeatedly. "Ma'am, try to stay still, please. We're going to get someone to help you."

You gritted your teeth against the sound of the packed arena and how it aggravated your brain, and you had to keep your eyes closed against the harsh lights above. All you wanted to do was slip away into sleep.

"We're going to help you up, okay? Are you good to stand?" A woman's voice asked you, feeling gentle pressure to your upper right arm. Slowly, you'd turn your face towards her and nod. "Okay, gently now. Go slow for me, okay? We're going to make sure you don't fall. "

You bit your lip as you made your way to the aisle, still holding the towel to your face. "Still doing alright?" She asked again once you were up and out of the seats. After you nodded, she'd change her hold to your left arm and slowly, you'd be escorted up the stairs as clapping would follow you as a sendoff.

"We have an ambulance coming around to take you to the hospital and get you checked out."

You couldn't focus on anything and just kind of mumbled at whatever it was she was saying, and since she and no one else around was frantic, you remained calm despite being told you were going to the hospital in an ambulance. Sure enough, you'd be strapped to the stretcher in the lobby, a neck brace fastened in place, and wheeled into the awaiting transport out front. Everyone was so kind to you, but there was one person you couldn't get off your mind. You hoped Quinn hadn't noticed it was you who had been hit by the puck, but if he had, you wished it wouldn't interfere with his playing for the remainder of the game.

- - -

It would be after the game clock ran out before you'd be done with your visit at the hospital.

You had a series of stitches above your left eye and a concussion, but otherwise you were fine. The Canucks had won the game which was a relief to you, because what kind of fan would you had been if you didn't feel like whatever you did --or had caused-- had directly affected the game? Wore the wrong jersey and they lost? Your fault. Changed your order from your usual pre-game selection and they lost? Also your fault, and yours alone. That was just the overly superstitious sports fan brain at work.

Once cleared to leave, you had called a girlfriend and told her what had happened and if she could take you back to Quinn's apartment. She had offered to stay with you until he came back, but you had managed to convince her that you wouldn't have to wait for too long before he was home. There was reluctance to leave you, after saying you had sustained a concussion, but you had apparently been persuasive enough and she would leave shortly after getting you settled on the sofa.

You were thankful for the darkness and the silence of his apartment. The hospital had been busy and terribly bright, so just a smaller arena atmosphere, and you had suffered for hours before finally getting to actually relax. Your phone was next to you but looking at the screen, even with the brightness down, shot through your head like a bullet. The light sensitivity had been incredible, yet you were told it was common and nothing to worry about. You wanted to message Quinn, but typing was impossible, so a voice-to-text message would have to do the trick.

Y|N: Hey baby I'm okay. Just got home from the hospital. If you didn't know I'm the girl who tried to catch the puck with her face. Ha ha, lucky me. Anyway, I just wanted you to know I'm fine. Love you. (11:55pm)

Quinn: I was hoping that wasn't you. :( I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm glad you're okay. I'll be home shortly. I love you more. (12:09am)

When Quinn got home you were still sitting on the sofa, an ice pack pressed against your browbone where the new stitches were. The lights in the kitchen were dimmed, as you had gotten up shortly after his text message and turned them on, so he wouldn't come home to a pitch black apartment. You didn't want to scare him by being a creep in the dark, just waiting for him to get in.

"Hey Quinny," you said, half asleep and leaning against the corner of the sectional.

"Hey," Quinn replied, voice soft and low as he wasted no time getting to your side. "How are you feeling?"

He'd sit down beside you and try to see just what had happened. You'd drop the ice pack to you lap, fingers cold after having to hold it for so long. "I'm tired."

Quinn frowned, tipping your chin to the side just slightly, "Looks like it got you pretty good, babe."

"Yeah, I was watching you...so I didn't see it coming," you breathed out ashamed.

"Now, what would you do that for?" He laughed, hoping to raise your spirits. "I didn't see it happen."

"I'm glad you didn't," you mumbled, returning the ice to your face, feeling it throb again. "I got blood all over my jersey, too."

He gave a weak smile, hoping you were trying to be sarcastically upset, seeing the stains for himself. "I'll get you a new one. I'm just glad you're okay. It could have been a lot worse." His voice was near a whisper at the end.

"I don't want a new jersey! That one is special, don't you remember?" You cried out with emotional hurt, growing more upset thinking about how quickly the night had spiraled.

"Oh, right, I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he said trying to keep you calm. "It's been a long time since that date, babe. I'm sorry I forgot it was (that) one. I'll take it with me and see if one of the equipment guys can clean it for me, okay? We'll get it taken care of. Now, can I get you anything?'

You just shook your head.

"Why don't you go lay down? You've had a long day."

You wouldn't say anything to him, but instead, would get up and try to walk past him but he would stop you. His arm would block your path, his hand gripping your thigh gently. The way he looked at you conveyed his concern, while his words remained minimal. "What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing," you replied flatly, wishing he'd let you pass.

Your response prompted him to stand up. Now you wouldn't be going anywhere until he felt better about your situation. "Will you talk to me?"

"I don't want to talk, Quinn," you grumbled, your head pounding harder now that you weren't at rest.

Without a word, Quinn brought you into his arms. He knew how concussions could affect a person, how they could make you irritable and emotional out of nowhere. All he hoped was that a quiet moment would calm you down. He wasn't upset with you and your sudden attitude change; he knew how being hit with pucks felt and you hadn't been wearing the gear like he did. Not to mention you had been hit in the face.

"You're okay, baby. You just need to rest. I wasn't trying to order you around. And I'm sorry about the jersey thing."

Out of habit, you'd lay your head against him, but it would be those tender stitches that would make contact with his shoulder, causing you to pull back in pain.

"Ouch!" You hissed, fingers shielding the area.

"Careful, careful," he soothed, taking your face in his hands. When your hand fell away to your side, Quinn placed the most delicate kiss to your forehead, just above where your skin was split. His softness made your eyes close. You felt so touch starved all of a sudden, like you wanted to beg him for more. How had one kiss melted your sour mood away like that? You'd stand there like a statue, eyes still closed, feeling his warm hands cup your face.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked, having expected a different reaction from you.

"No," you replied, opening your eyes to his face, "that just felt so nice."

Quinn would smile, relieved that you finally had one moment of comfort against everything else that had happened that night. He'd take all of your pain away from you if he knew how. If little angel kisses made you better, he'd take as much time as was needed to pepper ever inch of your skin with them.

"How about I get you ready for bed and make sure you get to sleep, hm?

"I can do it."

Quinn's thumbs caressed your cheeks, while he still remained holding your face, "Let me help you. I promise to be gentle."

Your eyes softened when you gave him an affirming nod. You hadn't wanted to bother him with anything after a game, but he was insisting and who were you to deny him wanting to do such sweet things for you?

"Come on, princess. Let's get this done so you can get some sleep."

His hands would fall from your face, to take one of yours and lead you down the hallway. Quinn's pace was slow and cautions even though there was nothing wrong with your ability to walk; he would never rush you a single step.

"I'm only going to turn on the vanity lights, okay? They shouldn't be as bright."

"Okay."

The Edison bulbs came to a glow over the mirror, casting a soft, golden hue to the bathroom. Your head felt plagued by the worst migraine you could remember, but you'd struggle through while Quinn did whatever he had in mind for you. He'd have you put your back to the counter and would lift you up, so you were sitting slightly above his eye level; your feet kicking gently as they dangled in front of the numerous drawers.

"What do I need to take your makeup off, baby?" He asked, hands resting on either side of your thighs.

"In the basket, under the sink, there is a pink package of wipes. Those are fine. The Micellar ones."

"Under the sink, okay," he said softly to himself, giving your leg a tap before looking under his sink for this particular basket, and sure enough, like you had said, he was able to find them. "Just one?"

"Mhm, just one," you said, hand out-stretched for the product but he wouldn't hand them over.

"No, sweetheart, I said I'd do this for you," he smiled, removing one of the large sheets. "Just tell me if I do something wrong."

His touch was so delicate as he worked around your eyes, paying special attention not to graze your stitches. The nurses had washed most of your face of blood and some makeup at the hospital, but you were happy to let Quinn finish the rest. He pressed the cloth to your eyelashes for a couple seconds before pulling away the difficult product from them. Had he been paying attention to you all this time? He seemed confident in his approach and you appreciated the caution he implied.

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to do them right now," you told him, finally opening your eyes once he was done.

Quinn wondered if he had done something wrong to make you not want anything more from him, "Like what?"

"There's a whole routine, but I don't care enough right now. My head hurts," you said, frustrated, tossing the melting ice pack in the sink.

"Alright, sweetheart, it's whatever you want." He pressed forward for a kiss which you would give before Quinn would get you down off the counter. For some reason, each step you took felt like it rippled through your feet straight to your pounding skull. Thankfully his bed wasn't too far away now.

"I should have carried you," Quinn lamented, only after having you sit on the bed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. My legs work."

"I know they do, but anything to make things easier on you," he whispered, hands finding their place on your legs again. "Let's get you out of these clothes, okay?"

- - -

"I'll join you in a little bit. I'm going to put this in my backpack," he said, carefully folding the jersey. "But I've gotta get something to eat. I'm a little dizzy myself."

From the bed he had you carefully tucked into, you frowned hearing that he wasn't feeling to good himself. Now, you wanted to be the one to help him, but you knew there was no way that he was going to approve of you being out of bed, especially to wait on him.

"Have you had anything to eat today?" He asked you before fully leaving the room.

"I had something at noon."

"That's it?"

"Mhm, but I don't want anything. This headache kind of has me nauseous," you confessed, pulling the blankets up closer to your face.

You could faintly see him frown at your admission. "I can make you some tea. Would you like that?"

Smiling through the pain you'd nod, "Yes, please."

Unfortunately, you'd fall asleep before he could get back to you with the tea. He'd put it down on your nightstand and look at you for a moment. His lamp was still on so he could see you fully. You looked so delicate laying there aside from the deep bruising becoming more evident under your skin. He was so thankful you were okay, but vowed the next time you went to see him play, you'd be safely in a seat behind the net. He couldn't stand seeing you hurt like this again. Not if he could do anything about it.

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munsonsmixtapes · 2 days ago

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Smutty Steve request! Steve and reader are longtime friends, but he never thought of her *that* way until she shows up at a party or whatever in a this dress (that she got to finally get him to notice her) - like Dress by Taylor Swift inspired!

I got a little carried away with this one but I hope that’s okay lol

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, oral (f receiving)

Everyone knows how hopelessly in love with Steve you are. They can see how pathetically you look at him when he’s flirting with another girl. They can see it in the way you always go out of your way to touch him in a flirty manner. Everyone knows that you’re in love with Steve, well except for Steve.

You don’t know how obvious you can make it. You’ve asked him out multiple times and he always agrees, but he’s never aware that it’s a date. It’s just two friends hanging out. It’s to the point where you could tell him exactly how you feel and he still wouldn’t get it.

Steve isn’t stupid, you know that to be true, so why is he not getting your hints? How much longer are you going to have to spell it out for him until he finally gets it?

You stand in front of the house and take a deep breath as you smooth out your dress. It’s a little black thing. Something you would normally never wear, but after some convincing from Robin and Nancy at the mall, you caved and bought it.

It’s tight, hugging every single curve and heels you’re wearing make your legs look long even though it doesn’t matter because you can barely walk in there.

You hold on to Robin and Nancy for support as they lead you into the house, knowing that without them, you’d be walking like an animal who’s learning to walk for the first time. This is just saving you the embarrassment.

The second you walk through the door, Steve can’t seem to keep his eyes off of you. He’s not even paying attention to what Eddie, Jonathan, or Argyle are talking about. All he cares about is you.

Before he can stop himself, he’s making his way into the kitchen where you’re headed. Robin and Nancy let go of you and you hold onto the counter, trying to not make it obvious that you’re struggling.

“Can I get you a drink?” He asks and you nod enthusiastically. That would definitely make you forget about the pain of these stupid shoes.

“Please,” you nod and he’s quick to grab a solo cup and the red wine he knows you love. He pours it into the cup and watches you take a few sips, wondering what your pretty, red lips would look like with your mouth wide open as you moan his name over and over.

“Doesn’t y/n look great tonight, Steve?” Robin moves to stand beside him, nudging his shoulder with hers.

“Y-yeah,” he stutters, letting his eyes rake over your body. He’s never thought about you that way, but now he can’t stop thinking about burying his face between your thighs as your hands grab fistfuls of his hair, tugging on it.

You finally look at him and notice his cheeks flushing. You assume it’s the alcohol, but you can’t help but think that maybe it’s something else. Something dirty.

The tension between the two of you is now palpable as Steve steps forward and Robin and Nancy flee the kitchen, deciding that their work is now done.

You mimic Steve, stepping forward, only for your ankle to roll as you do so. Steve is quick to catch you, preventing you from falling to the floor. Those honey eyes are looking down at you in concern and you feel like you could just melt under his gaze.

He’s leaning so close that you’re sure he’s going to kiss you, but he doesn’t. He’s whispering something to you, those beautiful eyes boring into yours, but you can’t quite make out the words.

“Are you okay?” He asks, concern etching his features and you’re honored that he cares, but Steve always cares about you. About everyone. Always quick to take care of anyone who needs the attention.

You still remember the moment you fell in love with him. You were all park riding bikes because it was such a nice day. You didn’t know how to ride, but you wanted to feel included so you borrowed one of his bikes without having any prior experience.

You couldn’t stay steady, the bike moving this way and that and eventually, you fell over, the bike landing on top of you. Steve was quick to hurry over to you. Without a word, he pushed the bike off of you then carried you over to the blanket where the others who weren’t riding were sitting.

He pulled out a first aid kit from his pocket and cared for your scraped up knee. He was just so sweet and no one had ever done anything like that for you. He was your knight in shining armor and he didn’t even know it.

You’re brought to the present as helps you stand up, but your ankle gives out again as you wince at the pain coursing through it. Without another thought, Steve picks you up and carries you down the hallway to the nearest empty room which happens to be a bedroom.

Steve sets you on the bed and kneels in front of you, quick bring his hands up to your shoes, unbuckling the ankle straps. He pulls the shoes off your feet and without a word, he begins to massage your ankle that you rolled.

An involuntary moan falls from your lips at the feeling, his fingers working magic on your muscles. It’s easily the most pleasure you’ve ever felt and you wonder if he’s this talented with his fingers in other areas.

“Does that feel good?” He asks and you can just imagine him asking you the same question with his hand between your legs, his fingers pumping in and out as you moan over and over.

“Mhm,” you nod as he presses even harder into your skin, causing you to moan even louder and he’s trying his best to hide his hard on as he moves back ever so slightly, but it’s so obvious now, sticking straight out.

You need him to touch you now, your mind not even focused on your pain as all you can think about now is having his fingers inside you. You’re desperate for it now as he continues to massage your ankle. You’re focused on his touch, his soft skin against yours.

It’s torture to think about but you can’t help it. You want him, need him so bad that you feel like you could cry.

You grab him by the wrist and guide his hand towards your cunt as you spread your legs. His eyes widen and you can clearly see his pupils dilate as his hands grab hold of the waist band of your panties. He pulls them down as you spread your legs even wider, looking up at him with a flirty look.

Steve presses his his middle and ring fingers together before he brings them to your cunt slowly, looking you in the eye, giving you every opportunity to back out if this isn’t what you want.

As soon as his fingers slide inside, he knows he’s made the right choice as you moan again. He never thought he’d do this kind of thing with you, but now that he is, there’s no way he’s backing out. Watching you splayed out on the bed just for him, he feels like he’s in heaven.

His pumps are slow at first as he tries to get the hang of it, only using the tips of his fingers. But as he picks up the pace, he pushes in further with each pump, eating up the way you’re enjoying it.

You lie back flat, spreading your legs even wider, each knee pressing against the bed. As you lie back, he’s able to get a much better view of your sopping wet cunt as well as feeling it.

You’re so wet, and for him. He wonders if you’ve ever thought about him this way. If you’ve fantasized about the two of you in this position. He hasn’t. Not until tonight. And he’s kicking himself for just now realizing how hot you are. He’s always found you attractive, he has eyes, but never sexually.

Up until now, you’ve always been just a friend to him. But now he’s itching to get inside you, desperate to know what your lips look like, what you look like underneath your dress. He wants to rip it to shreds with his teeth until you’re in your underwear. He’ll then rip apart your bra until you’re naked underneath him, whining, begging for you to fuck him.

His fingers are pumping so hard and fast as you moan and whine, your nails digging into the bedding underneath you, not even trying to stifle the sounds you’re making considering that there are other people in the house, but it’s not like they can hear you anyway. The stereo is up too loud and they’re all too busy mingling.

You can feel your eyes rolling into the back of your head, on the verge of an orgasm. You feel his fingers curl, hitting just the right spot to make you climax, to make you feel better than you ever have in the bedroom.

He clearly knows what he’s doing as he curls his fingers again and again, making you moan over and over until you’re absolutely spent. Once he’s, he removes his fingers, licking up the slick from his fingers as his well deserved reward and now that he’s gotten a taste, he thinks he needs another, but this time directly from the source.

Steve looks down between your legs, his mouth watering as his need to get a taste of you intensifies. God, he wants it so bad, so desperate that he’s drooling, spit dribbling down his chin.

“Can’t believe this is all for me,” he tells you as his hands rest gently on your knees. You’re so wet now that it’s trailing down your thighs and before he can stop himself, Steve grabs hold of one of your thighs. He brings it to his mouth and licks the trail all the way up until he’s just inches from your cunt.

You gasp as he does this, but you can’t deny how good it feels, especially when he goes for another lick, his tongue leaving behind a stripe of spit as he does so. He then goes for your other thigh, doing the exact same thing, but going slower now, chuckling to himself as you squirm underneath him, begging for him to eat you out already.

“Alright, relax,” he tells you as he pulls away. He pushes you back down onto the mattress, keeping his hands on your shoulders as he leans in, his lips just inches from yours. You close your eyes, expecting a kiss, but when you open them, Steve’s on his knees again, grabbing hold of your thighs.

“Steve-” you sit up to look him in the eye, to show him how upset you are by his teasing.

“Yes, honey?” He asks, that mischievous glint in his eye as throws your legs onto his shoulders. You instantly melt at the nickname then lie back again. He’s got you right where he wants you and you know it. He still doesn’t seem to understand that you’d do anything he’d say because you’re just that much in love with him.

He buries his face into your cunt and you gasp as his mouth licks and sucks on your clit, your hands subconsciously sliding into his hair. He pushes your dress up to your waist as you push down into your cunt even more. Steve decides right there that if he’s going to die like this that it’s a pretty fucking good way to go.

You let up and tug on his hair instead as he continues to lick and suck on your clit. Your heels are digging into his back as your toes curl in pleasure. You’ve been eaten out before, but not like this, never like this.

He’s definitely done this before as he knows exactly what he’s doing, knows exactly how to make you feel good. His mouth moves down to your slit as he bites down, his teeth sliding across the sensitive skin as you moan, your nails digging into his scalp in response.

Your thighs press tightly against the side of his head as he continues with his teeth, biting down even harder, making you feel so good. He then goes back in with his tongue, needing yet another taste of you, desperate for it.

This is the best pussy he’s ever tasted and he’s fully content right now, deciding that he could do this for hours without getting tired. Especially with how you’re reacting to the whole thing.

Steve sticks his tongue inside you and that’s where you absolutely lose it. You’re coming again and he can your slick leaking out onto his tongue. It’s the sweetest thing, almost resembling candy and he can get enough as he swirls his tongue around, desperate for more.

You come one more time and he’s reluctant to remove himself from you, but he has to if he wants to continue. He pulls away from you as you orgasm one more time as sits back on his knees, watching you, thinking that you’re the most beautiful creature that ever was.

You reach out for him and he’s quick to take your hands, bringing himself down to hover over you. His lips hesitantly press against yours as his hands pin yours against the bed.

The kiss is messy, clumsy at first, but the two of you eventually get the hang of it as it becomes progressively more hungry, especially on your end. You need him. You need him in ways that are concerning. And if his rock hard cock is any indication, you think you’re going to get pretty lucky.

His tongue slides into your mouth as you move to untuck his shirt from his jeans. He parts from you only to let you slip it over his head and as soon as his shirt is on the floor, his lips are on yours again, even more hungry this time as he takes exactly what he wants from you.

Your hands move to his belt and unbuckle it quickly before moving on to the button of his jeans. Before he knows it, you’re unzipping them and pulling them as much as you can. Steve reaches into his pocket for a condom and tosses it to the side before finishing the job, tossing his jeans to the side, followed by his underwear.

You always knew he had a big dick, but now the proof is right in front of you. He’s so hard and all you want is to make him feel as good as he made you feel. You want to make him come over and over, to return to favor.

He then helps you sit up then reaches up and unzips your dress with ease, pulling it up over your head. It drops next to him as he stares at the pretty, black, lacy bra you’re wearing.

“God, you’re perfect,” he sighs as he stares at you, almost completely naked, and for him.

“You’re the perfect one,” you reply and Steve doesn’t know why he feels his cheeks heat. You’ve complimented so many times, but this time, it feels different. “Now c’mere,” you waved him over and he scoots closer as your hands cradle his face.

You press a kiss to his lips as you feel around the mattress for the condom. Once you have it in your hands, you push Steve onto the mattress before straddling his waist.

“Now it’s your turn to come,” you tell him as you rip the packet open with your teeth. Steve watches you roll the condom onto him then discard your bra before settling yourself onto his cock, not even giving him a chance to think before begin to ride him.

His hands move to your waist as his hips buck against yours, the two of you working together. He’s working harder than you are, pushing all of himself inside of you, or at least, trying to.

“Hey,” you tell him, taking on an authoritative tone and he immediately stops. “You don’t have to try so hard. Let me take care of you, okay?”

“Okay,” he nods then lies back, his fingers still digging into your waist as you pick it up again. He’s already moaning so you know you’ve gotten it right, already knowing what he likes.

You continue, moving even faster and his nails are digging so far into you that you’re sure that he’s going to break skin, but he quickly eases up, probably sensing that he’s hurting you.

“You sound so hot. Wanna make some more sounds for me?”

“Mhm,” he nods and he moans again as you lean over, your lips finding his once again, moving against his so softly which juxtaposes how you’re fucking him so hard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whines into your mouth, already feeling he’s close which is so embarrassing for him since you’ve barely started, but he can’t help it. You’re just fucking him so good that he doesn’t think he’s not going to be able to walk afterwards. And he doesn’t even care. He wants you to do whatever you want to him. He wants to be your good boy.

“I knew you liked it rough,” you laugh as you watch him come completely undone underneath you. He’s already coming and he can’t stop, his orgasm completely taking over his body.

“Fuck, so good,” he whines as you keep up, trying to get one last climax out of him before you get off, watching him come down from it as you hurry to get dressed, but he reaches out and grabs hold of your waist, stopping you from going any where.

He discards the condom then gets under the covers, holding the blanket up for you. You get in beside him and he pulls you to his chest, bare skin to bare skin as he drops a kiss to your forehead.

The two of you lay there in the quiet, his hands moving up and down your back while yours plays with his hair, the only sound that can be heard is your breathing as the two of you think about nothing except what you’ve just done.

“Do you think we could do this again tomorrow night?” He asks, breaking the silence.

“Definitely,” you nod.

“Do you think that we could do it as a couple?” You move that you’re hovering over him, trying to make sure that you hear him right. There have been too many times when your fantasies took over so now you want to be one hundred percent sure.

“What did you just say?” You ask, maybe a bit too harshly and now you’ve got Steve stammering.

“Well, I was wondering if it would be okay if I was your boyfriend. Is that a tacky thing to ask after sex? Because I-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his, smiling into the kiss as his hand moves up to cradle the back of your head, his smile mimicking yours as you pull away far too soon for his liking.

“So is that a yes?”

“Of course it’s a yes,” you roll your eyes, giving him another kiss before lying back down on his chest.

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auggieblogs · 2 days ago

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The brow incident | Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid x fem! reader

Author’s note: Hiii, loves!!! Hope you all are doing good. My first Spencer fic and definitely not my last because I cannot for the love of god, get that man out of mind. I AM OBSESSED so please expect criminal minds fics in the future. Anywaysss, happy reading💗

Warning: sexual innuendos

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“Spence,” you said sweetly, leaning against the back of the chair he had just sat in. “You know how much I love you, right?”

Spencer glanced up at you suspiciously, his eyes narrowing. “Yes… and I feel like you’re about to weaponize that love against me.”

You grinned. “Not against you. For you. Your eyebrows, to be specific.”

He groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “We’ve talked about this, Y/N. They’re fine. They don’t need fixing.”

(For weeks, you’d been trying to convince him to let you fix his eyebrows. Not that they were bad, per se, but there was just a little untamed chaos there that you knew you could tame.)

“They’re not fine. You’ve got stray hairs everywhere, and it’s driving me insane. I just want to clean them up a little!”

“I’d like to remind you that I’m a grown man and perfectly capable of managing my own eyebrows,” he protested, even though you both knew he never did.

You sighed dramatically. “You’ve left me no choice.”

Before he could protest further, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him and effectively trapping him in the chair.

“Y/N! What are you doing?” he exclaimed, his hands instinctively moving to steady you at your waist.

“Taking matters into my own hands,” you said with a smirk, pulling a pair of tweezers out of your pocket.

Spencer groaned again, his cheeks flushing pink. “This is unfair. You’re using my inability to physically overpower you against me.”

“Correct,” you chirped. “Now, hold still.”

He muttered something about how this was a violation of his personal space, but he didn’t move. You leaned in, examining his brows with laser focus.

“Okay, this won’t hurt too much,” you promised, carefully plucking the first stray hair.

“OW!” he yelped, flinching.

“Oh, stop being a baby,” you teased, gripping his chin to steady him. “One down, a hundred to go.”

Spencer huffed, his hands instinctively resting on your waist to keep you balanced. “I don’t even know why this is necessary. No one’s looking at my eyebrows that closely.”

“I am,” you replied, plucking another hair.

“Lucky me,” he grumbled, but you caught the ghost of a smile on his lips.

The next few minutes were filled with his exaggerated whining and your mock scolding, the both of you laughing more than anything else. But then, as you leaned in to focus on a particularly stubborn hair, you shifted slightly on his lap.

That’s when you felt it.

Your movements stilled, and you glanced down, realizing exactly what had happened. A slow grin spread across your face as you looked up at Spencer, whose cheeks were already turning a deep shade of red.

“Oh,” you said, trying—and failing—not to laugh.

“Don’t,” he warned, his tone a mix of mortification and desperation.

You burst out laughing, unable to help yourself. The sight of his flushed face and his clear discomfort was just too funny. “Oh my God, Spencer! This is hilarious.”

“It’s not hilarious,” he muttered, his voice muffled as he hid his face in his hands. “It’s biology. It’s involuntary.”

“Involuntary, huh?” you teased, leaning forward just enough to make him groan in protest. “So you’re saying this has nothing to do with me?”

“Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice a low warning. “This is serious.”

“It’s seriously funny,” you said, still laughing as you climbed off his lap, much to his relief—and apparent dismay.

But before you could move far, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist. “You can’t just leave me like this,” he said, his voice soft but laced with need.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Leave you like what, Spence?”

“You know what,” he said, his pout returning full force. “You started this. You should finish it.”

His words sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, but you couldn’t resist teasing him just a little longer. “Finish your eyebrows first?”

Spencer let out a groan, leaning back in the chair with a defeated look. “You’re impossible.”

You laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “And yet, you love me.”

He sighed, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “I do. Even when you’re torturing me.”

You grinned, stepping closer and letting your fingers trail along his jaw. “Tell you what, Dr. Reid. If you’re a good boy and let me finish your eyebrows, I’ll see what I can do about… your problem.”

His eyes darkened slightly at your tone, and he swallowed hard. “Deal.”

“Good,” you said with a wink, grabbing the tweezers again. “Now hold still.”

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lostinlovingrevery · 2 days ago

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Redamancy

Old Man Logan X F! Reader

A/N: Something short and fluffy, I'm just on an old man logan kick rn

Plot: You miss him, he misses you, he decides to do something about it.

Warnings: Fluff, a tad bit of angst (but it's just cause you guys miss each other so much <3) implications of sex but no smut!

Word Count: 1534

“I miss you”

You stood at the doorway, your arms crossed as you watched Logan sit on the edge of the bed with a groan, as he bent over to untie his shoes. He looked up at you, and you immediately felt bad when you saw the exhaustion in his eyes. You walked over, kneeling down to help him untie his shoes.

“You don’t need to do that sweetheart.” He mutters softly. You continued anyway, pulling the laces free, and pulling each shoe off, carefully setting them to the side. You stood up, and his hands went to your hips, as he looked up at you. “I’m sorry.” He says in a soft, raspy voice.

You brought your hands to his face, cupping it gently as your thumb softly stroke over his cheek and you shook your head. “No, I am. You’re tired.” You leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I know you’re working a lot so you can take care of us.”

He let out a soft sigh. Your hands reached up into his salt and pepper hair, twining into his curls, and softly scratching his scalp, making his eyes flutter shut as he tipped his head back, enjoying the small head massage you were giving him, as his hands moved circles around your hip. He let out a deep breath- almost of relief, as he leaned his head forward, forehead pressed against your chest, and you moved to wrap your arms around him.

It made your heart ache to see him so tired, so sore. When you met him, he had just started looking aged, when the adamantium poisoning was just starting to take its course in a way that his regenerative factor wasn’t able to keep up. Slowly, but surely you could see the change in him, aging his face and body, scars that never disappear. You’ve begged him to let you take over, you could get a good job and make the money needed to support the 4 of you in this little smelting factory. The man, no matter how much you loved him, was stubborn as an ox though and refused. You couldn’t understand why, when it seemed like a simple solution. He’d tell you to stop when you brought it up.

Now he’s picked up more hours as a driver, which may seem like a simple job for most, but you could see how tired it made him. Sitting in the same position for all hours of day and night, dealing with drunks and thugs, and the occasional bitch, staring at the road, maneuvering traffic filled with assholes. You’re sure Logan had better ideas of how he would spend his old age.

With him gone, you and Logan don’t get to partake in the joys of a relationship as often as you used to. He was usually wiped, unable to do anything more than come home and sleep- with coaxing from you to eat and shower. You just missed the intimacy, but you never wanted to make him feel worse about it. In the end you knew it wouldn’t matter, because he was at least coming home to you

Alive.

You gave him another kiss on the top of his head, before moving to help him undress. He allowed you without complaint- which was telling how tired he was. Normally, if you try to help him in any way, make him think he wasn’t capable of doing things himself, he gets cranky as hell and lets you hear it- usually to your amusement. Especially since he wouldn’t have any problem helping you with things you were perfectly capable of doing. If you weren’t there to make him do it, he’d fall asleep in his clothes, and shoes and with how heavy he was it was nearly impossible for you to undress him so he’d be more comfortable.

Once undressed, you climbed under the blankets into his side. He pulled you to his chest, your cheek resting where his heart beats, his hands softly scratched up and down your arm, the sound of his breathing lulling you to sleep.

He laid awake, despite how sleep called his name. He couldn’t get out of his head how sad you looked when you told him you missed him. On one hand, it warmed his heart to know you cared, that you wanted him at your side- though he couldn’t fathom why. On the other, it broke his heart. He didn’t want you to think he didn’t miss you just as much, that most of his thoughts isn’t filled with you while he was away working. He loved you, more than anything. That’s why he had to work, to keep you, and Charles, taken care of. He wasn’t sure how much his time on Earth was left. There was a time where he’d want nothing more to be able to finally disappear into the dirt, rot away and finally rest.

You though, kept him going.

He was going to make it up to you. You both were over due for a good time out in the town. His mind created a plan, something special for tomorrow, and he finally drifted to sleep, with you in his arms.

The next day went on as normal. You’d wake up first, starting to get up, only for Logan to playfully pull you back into bed by your hand. After a morning of catching up in both conversation and physical intimacy that you certainly missed, you went and made breakfast, while he checked on Charles.

The rest of the day went as normal, you took your turn taking care of Charles, and chatting with Caliban, while Logan went and worked for a bit. He told you he had some customers who requested him for a day shift - but it was a lie.

It was around 5 when you came back to the smelting plant, planning the rest of your evening- likely being spent alone again. Going into your bedroom, you noticed something on the bed. You walked away, confusion on your face as you realized it was your red dress- the strappy silk one that always drove Logan crazy. Next to it was a pair of matching pumps, and a note that says,

‘Get ready, pick you up at 6’

You picked up the note, recognizing Logan's messy scribbles and grinned, your heart fluttering at the action. He must have snuck home while you were with Charles. Did he plan something?

You quickly went and took the fastest shower you’ve ever had. Shaved, facial care, skin care, everything. You had to push through the exhaustion you felt, but Logan clearly had something nice planned for you and dammit you were going to make sure you were dolled up for him.

You pulled on something lacey for your undergarments, and then pulled on the dress, before doing your hair and makeup. You couldn’t actually remember the last time you and Logan actually went out and did something together. At least something romantic. Next, you put on some earrings, and a necklace Logan got you for an anniversary awhile back. You looked at the time,

5:46

He’s probably out there waiting for you already. He was a bit of an early bird in that sense. You grabbed a jacket, one of the more stylish ones, your bag, before quickly making your exit out of the smelting plant. You pushed open the door to the hot desert- finding Logans limo waiting there, just for you.

The driver side opened and he stepped out, wearing a classy three piece suit, his hair a bit more style than usual. His eyes met yours, and their corners crinkled as he gave you a warm smile. He walked around the limo to you, as you met him half way.

“You look gorgeous darling.” He says immediately, before holding up the bouquet of roses to you, making you gasp as you excitedly took them in your hands. His hands reached to rest on your hips as he moved to softly kiss your cheek. You beamed up at him.

“Lo, you didn’t have to do all this-” You say, “I don’t want you to think-”

“I missed you too.” He cuts you off, leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours. “I got reservations at your favorite restaurant.”

You let out a laugh of disbelief. “Really?” You asked, he nodded. “Aren’t you tired? I don’t want you to push yourself for me- you need to rest.” You say in concern.

“I know I get tired darling, but I could never get tired of you.” He says, bring a hand to tip your chin up to him, as he looked down at you with a fondness in his eyes. “You’re the reason I keep going.”

You felt your lip quiver a bit and swallowed back the cry that tried to escape your throat. You bit your lip, looking down at the roses he had gave you, and your smile grew on your face again. “Lets go then.” you say, grabbing his hand and both walked back to the car, a pep in your step as you both look forward to the evening Logan had planned.

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echo-riot · 17 hours ago

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✞⛧ Under the Table (Sevika x Reader) ✞⛧

Warnings: This is explicit content. If you’re into dominant Sevika, public play, and a lot of teasing, you’re in for a ride, fingering.

Summary: You’re sitting in the dim, buzzing corner of The Last Drop, just another night in the Sump. But Sevika? She’s anything but ordinary. As you try to keep things casual, she’s got other plans—slipping her hand up your skirt, teasing you under the table while you try (and fail) to keep your composure. Her fingers are relentless, and the public setting only makes it all the more arousing.

You’re sitting in the dimly lit corner booth of the Sump’s finest—or at least its least grimy—watering hole, The Last Drop. The air is thick with the scent of spilled ale and burnt oil, the hum of conversation blending with the occasional clink of glasses. Across from you, Sevika leans back in her seat, her muscular frame relaxed but commanding, her grey eyes sharp and calculating. She’s wearing that red poncho, the one that screams power and loyalty, her copper prosthetic arm resting on the table, catching the flicker of the overhead lights. Her lip piercing glints as she smirks at you, her brownish-black lipstick smudged just slightly, like she’s been biting her lip. It’s a subtle detail, but it makes your stomach flip.

You’re halfway through a plate of something vaguely edible, trying to keep the conversation light, when her hand—the organic one—slips onto your thigh under the table. Your breath hitches, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you shift slightly, your skirt riding up just enough to give her more access. Her fingers inch higher, slow and deliberate, her touch warm against your skin. You glance at her, but she’s looking at your plate, her expression casual, like she’s not doing anything at all.

"You gonna finish that?" she asks, her voice low and rough, her fingers brushing the edge of your panties.

You shake your head, your heart pounding as her fingertips dip beneath the fabric, tracing the seam of your folds. You can feel how wet you already are, and the fact that she’s doing this here, in public, only makes it worse—or better, depending on how you look at it. You take a shaky bite of your food, trying to act normal, but her fingers are relentless, teasing and circling your clit with just enough pressure to make your thighs clench.

Sevika’s smirk deepens. "You’re quiet tonight," she says, her tone casual, like she’s commenting on the weather. Her fingers slip lower, pressing against your entrance, and you have to bite down on your lip to keep from making a sound. "Something on your mind?"

"N-no," you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. You’re hyper-aware of the other patrons around you, the clatter of dishes and the murmur of voices, but Sevika doesn’t seem to care. Her fingers push inside you, slow and deliberate, and your breath catches in your throat. She curls them, stroking that sweet spot inside you, and your eyes flutter shut for a moment before you force them open, trying to keep it together.

"That’s what I thought," she says, her voice low and teasing. She leans forward slightly, her free hand resting on the table, her prosthetic arm gleaming in the low light. "You’re always so… responsive."

Her words make your cheeks burn, but you don’t argue. How could you, when her fingers are moving so perfectly inside you, her thumb brushing against your clit in lazy circles? You’re trying to keep your hips still, but it’s impossible when she’s doing that, when she’s touching you like this, like she knows exactly how to make you fall apart.

A waiter approaches, and panic shoots through you. Sevika doesn’t stop, though. If anything, she speeds up, her fingers pumping into you faster, her thumb pressing harder against your clit. You can feel the pressure building, your body tightening, but you can’t—not here, not now.

"Anything else I can get you two?" the waiter asks, his tone polite, oblivious to what’s happening under the table.

Sevika looks at him, her expression calm, like she’s not currently fingering you in the middle of a crowded bar. "Dessert," she says, her voice steady. "What do you want, sweetheart?"

She’s looking at you now, her grey eyes sharp and challenging, and you know she’s forcing you to answer. You can barely think, let alone speak, but you manage to choke out a few words, your voice trembling. "I—I’ll have the… the chocolate cake."

The waiter nods. "Good choice. I’ll be right back with that."

As soon as he’s gone, Sevika’s fingers move faster, her thumb circling your clit in tight, relentless circles. You’re so close, and she knows it, her smirk deepening as she watches you struggle to keep quiet. "You’re such a mess," she murmurs, her voice low and rough. "And you love it, don’t you?"

You nod, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Yes," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "Please, Sevika—"

"Please what?" she interrupts, her fingers still moving, still driving you closer to the edge. "Use your words."

You’re trembling now, your thighs shaking, your hands gripping the edge of the table. "Please let me cum," you beg, your voice breaking.

She chuckles, low and dark, and then she’s curling her fingers just right, her thumb pressing hard against your clit, and you’re coming, your body tensing, your hips jerking as you bite down on your lip to keep from crying out. Sevika doesn’t stop, her fingers working you through it, prolonging the waves of pleasure until you’re a trembling, gasping mess.

Finally, she pulls her hand away, and you slump back in your seat, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Sevika leans back, looking smug as she lifts her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean with deliberate slowness. "Delicious," she says, her voice low and teasing.

You’re still trying to catch your breath when the waiter returns with your dessert, oblivious to what just happened. Sevika smirks at you, her grey eyes gleaming with mischief as she picks up her fork. "Enjoy your cake, sweetheart," she says, her voice low and rough. "You’ve earned it."

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midnight-shadow-cafe · 2 days ago

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Between Loyalty and Love

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (Ghoap x reader)

Warnings: Mild violence, swearing, poly relationship, intimacy (Simon/Johnny, Simon/you, Johnny/you), fluff, slow-burn romance, smut and spice

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy this Ghoap fic (am I using that right? Lord I don’t know ship names-) I uh also made Switch!Ghost x Switch!Johnny a thing in this but it turns into Ghost getting dommed-🤭

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The first hint of something more began to stir during an intense training session. You were focused, your attention on Johnny as he attempted to outmaneuver you. His grin was playful, the ever-confident swagger present in every swing and twist, but you were determined not to let him get the best of you.

“Come on, lass! Can’t keep up?” Johnny teased, stepping forward, just barely dodging your last punch.

You smirked, narrowing your eyes. “I’m just getting started, Soap,” you said with confidence, trying to close the gap between you.

Johnny laughed, that familiar sound echoing in the large room. But the sound stopped when you made a quick move, landing a soft punch against his side. He stumbled back, eyes wide with surprise.

“Wha—”

“You were too busy laughing,” you quipped, pride in your voice.

Simon, who had been observing silently from the side, finally spoke up, his voice smooth and firm. “She got you good, Johnny.”

Johnny shot Simon a teasing look. “You’re just jealous that I’m the one she’s sparring with.”

Simon raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused. “Hardly.” But the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed him.

Johnny leaned against the wall, stretching out his arms and pretending to catch his breath. “Maybe we should see how you handle her,” he suggested, his voice lowering slightly.

Simon shook his head, but his hands moved to adjust his gloves, stepping into the ring with you.

---

Later that evening, you sat together in the quiet of the rec room, a bottle of whiskey resting on the table between you. Johnny sprawled across the couch, his head resting in Simon’s lap, while you settled on the other side. It was an unexpected comfort, the three of you all close but not necessarily needing to speak.

But Johnny broke the silence. “I’ve been thinkin’ about us,” he said quietly, his tone unusually soft.

You turned to look at him, your chest tightening as he met your eyes. “Us?”

“Aye,” Johnny said with a crooked grin, though it wasn’t quite as playful as usual. “The three of us. Don’t know when it happened, but it’s obvious now. I care about you both more than I should. More than is probably allowed.”

Simon’s hand stroked Johnny’s hair, a rare softness in his touch. “There’s no rulebook, Johnny,” Simon replied quietly, his voice steady but warm. “We’re not breaking anything.”

You met Simon’s gaze, a smile tugging at your lips. “I feel the same. We’ve grown close, all of us. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.”

Johnny’s eyes softened at that, his grin spreading wider. “Good, ‘cause I don’t think I could do this without either of you.”

Without waiting, Johnny shifted closer, lifting his head from Simon’s lap and wrapping his arm around you. You relaxed into him, your head resting against his shoulder.

Simon watched both of you, his gaze intense yet filled with warmth. “We’re in this together,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, his fingers lingering longer than necessary.

---

The days that followed were filled with small, intimate moments. Johnny and Simon began to subtly claim you in ways that made your heart race. They would touch you when you least expected it—Simon’s fingers grazing yours as you passed him, Johnny pressing a kiss to the top of your head when you were lost in conversation with someone else.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, you found yourself in the kitchen, preparing a meal for the three of you. Johnny had made himself comfortable at the counter, leaning in to watch you as you chopped vegetables.

“I hope you’re not trying to avoid me, love,” Johnny teased, his voice low as he leaned in closer, his breath tickling your neck.

You smiled, but your heart thudded in your chest as you felt the heat of his proximity. “Just busy, Johnny,” you said, trying to keep your composure.

Simon stood just behind him, arms crossed, his eyes flicking between you and Johnny. There was something in his gaze—something possessive, but not in a way that made you uncomfortable. It was a feeling of ownership, yes, but one that came with deep respect and care.

“You know,” Simon said slowly, his voice darker than usual, “I don’t mind watching, but I do prefer to join in eventually.”

You met Simon’s gaze, a small smirk playing on your lips. “Maybe later.”

Johnny chuckled, his fingers brushing over the back of your hand. “That’s the spirit, love. You’ll find it’s easier when we’re all together.”

Later that night, after the meal was shared, and the conversation flowed effortlessly between the three of you, Johnny nudged Simon. “You ready for the quiet night you promised me?” Johnny asked, his voice lower, his eyes glimmering with something more intense.

Simon raised an eyebrow. “You don’t need to ask me twice,” he said, his gaze flicking to you. “You okay with this?”

You met his gaze, a little flutter of excitement spreading through you. “I’m more than okay.”

---

Later that night of your evening together was one you would never forget. There was an unspoken agreement between you all—no pressure, no expectations, just mutual care and love.

You and Simon had been lying in bed, the soft glow of the moonlight spilling in through the window. Johnny was sprawled across the other side of the bed, facing the two of you, his breath slow and even.

Simon’s hand brushed against your arm, a gentle gesture that spoke volumes. “You okay?” he whispered, his voice like velvet in the quiet room.

You turned toward him, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “I’m more than okay.”

Johnny shifted in his sleep, rolling closer to you both, his face nuzzling into your side. You chuckled softly, brushing your fingers through his messy hair.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Soap,” you teased, smiling down at him.

Johnny grinned up at you, his eyes still heavy with sleep. “Not if you’re all over me like that, love.”

Simon’s hand found yours, threading his fingers through yours in a simple but intimate gesture. He pressed his lips to your temple, murmuring softly, “You mean everything to me.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of Simon’s body beside you, the steady rise and fall of Johnny’s breath, and in that moment, everything felt right.

“We’re in this together,” you whispered back, your heart full.

---

The following day, Simon and Johnny had a moment alone. Johnny leaned against the counter, a slow smile tugging at his lips as he watched Simon prepare coffee.

“You know,” Johnny began, his voice low and flirtatious, “she’s perfect for us, isn’t she?”

Simon, who was busy making his coffee, nodded silently but looked up at Johnny, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “She is.”

Without another word, Johnny crossed the room, closing the distance between them. He stood close behind Simon, his fingers brushing Simon’s shoulder. “I think it’s time we let her know just how much she means to us, don’t you?” Johnny said softly, leaning in closer.

Simon’s fingers stilled on the coffee mug, his gaze meeting Johnny’s. “I’m not one to shy away from that,” he said quietly.

Johnny grinned, then moved in, capturing Simon’s lips in a heated kiss. Simon responded without hesitation, his hands finding Johnny’s waist, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing together, each touch a reaffirmation of the bond they were forming, a bond that was equally shared between all three of you.

After a long moment, they pulled away, their foreheads resting together. Johnny’s voice was low and teasing. “Think we should go tell her?”

Simon smirked, his voice smooth. “We’ll let her decide when she’s ready.”

“Until she does… do you think something could happen with us?” Johnny asks, leaning into him before they kiss with Johnny’s hands traveling up and down Simon’s body

Simon's eyes darkened with lust as he gazed at Johnny, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, I think something's definitely going to happen with us. The question is, where do we start?" His voice was a low, seductive growl, thick with desire.

Johnny grinned, his own eyes blazing with desire as he pressed himself harder against Simon. "Well, I was thinkin' we could start right here, right now. Ye ken, get a lil' preview of what's to come." His hand slid down to palm Simons's hardening cock through his pants, squeezing it gently.

Simon let out a low groan, his hips bucking into Johnny's touch. "Fuck, Johnny... if you keep doing that, I don't think I'll be able to hold back." His hands found the hem of Johnny's shirt, slipping underneath to caress the firm, muscular planes of his back.

"Then don't hold back, aye?" Johnny challenged, his Scottish brogue thicker than usual. "Take what ye want, Simon. Take what we both want." He captured Simon's lips in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue and desperate hunger.

They stumbled back towards the bed, hands roaming and groping, tugging at clothes. Simon ripped off his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side. Johnny made quick work of his pants, shoving them down his legs. In moments, they were both left in nothing but their boxers, their hard cocks straining against the fabric.

"Lay back, handsome," Simon commanded, his voice rough with lust. "Let me show you what I've been dreaming of doing to you."

Johnny did as he was told, sprawling out on the bed. Simon crawled over him, settling between his spread thighs. He ran his hands up and down Johnny's muscular legs, squeezing and caressing, before hooking his fingers in the waistband of Johnny's boxers.

"Ye want this, don't ye Johnny?" Simon murmured, slowly tugging down his boxers to reveal his thick, hard cock. It slapped against his belly, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

"Fuck, yes," Johnny groaned, his hips lifting off the bed. "Want to feel your mouth on me, want to fuck your face until you choke on my cock."

Simon smirked, a wicked glint in his eye. "Such a filthy mouth you have, MacTavish. I fucking love it." He leaned down, dragging his tongue up the underside of Johnny's shaft, swirling it around the head before sucking him deep into his mouth.

"Ungh, fuck!" Johnny cried out, fisting Simon's short blond hair as he began to fuck his mouth, his hips snapping up and down. Simon took him deep, swallowing around him, his nose pressed against the coarse hair at the base of Johnny's cock.

They lost themselves in the act, the wet sounds of the blowjob filling the room. Simon worked Johnny over, sucking and licking and fondling his heavy balls, until Johnny was a babbling mess, begging for release.

With a roar, Johnny came hard, his seed shooting down Simons's throat. Simon swallowed it all, licking his lips as he pulled off with a satisfied smirk.

"Fuck, that was just the beginning, love," Simon promised, crawling up Johnny's body to capture his lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. "Wait until we get our girl in here. Wait until the three of us are tangled up in the sheets, lost in pleasure, lost in each other..."

He rocked his hips against Johnny's, letting him feel how hard he still was. "Think you can handle that? Think you can handle the three of us, together?"

Johnny grinned, his eyes gleaming with wicked anticipation. "I can handle anything, as long as it's with the two of you. Now, why don't you get that sexy arse of yours up here so we can finish what we started?"

Simon smirked, climbing up their bodies until he was straddling Johnny's waist. "With pleasure, handsome..."

Johnnys's hands roamed over Simons's muscular back, feeling the flex of his muscles as he positioned himself above him. "Ye ken, I've wanted this for a long time, Ghost," Johnny murmured, his Scottish accent thick with lust. "Dreamt about havin' ye beneath me, begin' for my cock."

Simon shuddered, his own member throbbing with need as Johnny's breath hot against his ear. "Fuck, Johnny... you have no idea how badly I've craved this. Craved you." He bucked his hips up against Johnny's, their hard lengths rubbing together through the thin fabric of their boxers.

Johnny captured Simon’s mouth in a searing kiss, plundering and possessing, his tongue delving deep to taste every inch of Simon’s mouth. His hands slid down to grip Simon’s firm ass, kneading the taut globes as he ground their hips together.

Simon moaned into the kiss, his own hands grasping at Johnny’s biceps, feeling them flex and bunch beneath his fingers. The kiss turned more urgent, more demanding, as the need between them grew.

Breaking away, Johnny trailed his lips down Simon’s throat, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. "I'm going to fuck you now, LT," he growled, his voice raw with desire. "Gonna make you feel so good, you'll be beggin' for more."

"Please," Simon gasped, tilting his head to give Johnny better access. "Want your cock inside me, want you to take me hard and fast. Fuck me until I can't think of anything else."

Johnny grinned wickedly, his eyes darkening with lust. "Oh, I'll fuck you alright. Gonna claim this sexy arse of yours, make it mine." In one swift motion, he shoved Simon's boxers down and off, tossing them away.

Simon's cock sprang free, long, hard and thick, the swollen head an angry red. Johnny licked his lips at the sight, reaching out to wrap his hand around the hot shaft. "Fuckin hell, LT... you're so big."

Johnny shuddered, his hips thrusting into Simon's grip. "Gonna fill you up, aye. Gonna stuff your tight hole full of my cock until you're beggin' for mercy."

Simon released him, spreading his legs wider, baring himself completely to Johnny’s heated gaze. "Then take what you want, Johnny. Take me, claim me, make me yours."

With a feral growl, Johnny positioned himself at Simon's entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against the tight ring of muscle. He pushed forward, slowly, relentlessly, until the head popped inside. Simon gasped, his back arching off the bed.

"Fuck, so tight," Johnny groaned, pushing deeper, inch by hard inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside Simon's hot, silken passage. "Ye feel incredible, baby. Like your arse was made to take my cock."

Simon could only moan in response, his body clenching and fluttering around the thick intrusion stretching him wide. The burn of the initial intrusion faded into a deep, throbbing ache of need. "More," he gasped out. "Give me more, Johnny. Fuck me harder, deeper."

Johnny needed no further encouragement. He drew back until only the tip remained inside, then slammed forward, setting a hard, fast pace as he pounded into Simons's willing body. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

Simon wrapped his legs around Johnny's waist, locking his ankles at the small of Johnny's back, urging him deeper, harder. "Fuck, yes! Just like that, Johnny. Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!"

Johnny panted harshly, sweat dripping down his face as he rutted into Simon, his heavy balls slapping against Simon’s ass with each snap of his hips. "Fuck, Simon... can't... fuck... gonna come... fuck!"

Simon clenched down hard, his release slamming into him with the force of a freight train. He screamed out Johnny's name as his cock erupted, painting his chest and belly with streaks of thick, hot seed. The sensation of Simon's body spasming around him pushed Johnny over the edge.

With a roar, he buried himself deep and came hard, his cock jerking and twitching as it emptied inside Simon's clutching heat. They collapsed together, both gasping for air, their bodies slick with sweat and spent passion.

"Fuck, that was... incredible," Simon panted out, his arms wrapping around Johnny to hold him close. "I could get used to this."

Johnny chuckled breathlessly, nuzzling into the sweat-damp crook of Simon’s neck. "Aye, ye could say that again." He lifted his head to look down at Simon, his eyes soft with satisfaction and affection. "Ye know, I've never... felt like this with anyone before. Never wanted someone the way I want you... and her."

Simon smiled up at him, cupping his cheek, his thumb brushing over Johnny's lips. "I do know. I feel the same way, Johnny. And I can't wait to make all three of us feel this good, this complete."

"We will, love. Soon as our girl is ready, we'll give her the same pleasure, the same love and devotion that we give each other."

"Can't fucking wait," Simon murmured, pulling Johnny down for a slow, deep kiss. "But for now... how about we take a shower, get cleaned up? Then maybe we can take another go at it, just the two of us."

Johnny grinned, his eyes lighting up at the idea. "I like the way ye think, handsome. A shower sounds perfect right about now. And then we can go talk to Bonnie ‘bout us all.”

With one last kiss, they disentangled and made their way to the bathroom, ready for a thorough cleaning. The road ahead was uncertain, but in this moment, they had each other. And soon, they would have their love too. The thought made their hearts swell with anticipation and love.

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The following day, everything felt different. Johnny and Simon were closer than before, and it didn't go unnoticed by you. Their interactions were lighter, more natural—there was an ease to their conversations now, a shared joke or a look that spoke volumes between the two of them. Johnny was often leaning closer, his hand brushing Simon's as they worked together. Simon, usually reserved and stoic, would let out the smallest chuckle when Johnny said something offhand, his eyes softening in a way you hadn’t seen before.

As the day wore on, it became apparent to you that the bond between the two men was deepening. She watched them exchange quick glances, their touches becoming more frequent, but each one felt purposeful, as though they were testing the waters. The chemistry between them, while subtle, was undeniable.

You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something in your chest as she watched the pair. It was a mixture of curiosity and desire, but also a certain confidence that she hadn’t felt before. Maybe you had been too hesitant, too unsure of yourself, but as you observed Johnny and Simon, it clicked. You weren’t a bystander anymore. You are part of this dynamic—part of the connection they were building. And maybe it was time to let yourself be fully immersed in it.

Your decision was made. You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt to both men. They brought out different sides of you, made you feel seen in ways you never had before. The intimacy they shared—whether it was in the quiet moments when Simon would speak low to you, or in Johnny's playful teasing that somehow made you feel special—was something you didn’t want to ignore anymore.

You made your way over to them, catching Johnny's eye first. He gave you a warm smile, the kind that always made your stomach flutter, and you felt yourself draw closer to him. Simon glanced over, meeting your gaze with that intense, unreadable look of his, but there was something softer in his eyes now, a hint of approval.

"You okay?" Johnny asked, his voice low and warm, a trace of concern behind it.

You nodded, then looked from Johnny to Simon, your heart racing slightly. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking... maybe it’s time we... talk. About us. All of us.”

Johnny’s expression softened even more, and Simon seemed to relax, his posture easing as if waiting for you to continue.

“About how we’re... closer now,” you said, your voice firm, yet with a touch of uncertainty as you searched their faces for their reactions. “How I feel about both of you.”

Johnny’s hand found your wrist, gently pulling you a little closer, and Simon shifted slightly in his chair. There was a brief silence before Johnny spoke, his voice laced with warmth, “And how do you feel about us?”

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over yourself. “I think... I think I want to be with both of you. If you’re both open to it.”

Simon’s lips twitched upward, and Johnny chuckled, the sound low and almost a little breathless. "We're more than open, sweetheart. Just had to make sure you felt the same," Johnny murmured.

Simon stood then, moving closer, his large frame casting a shadow over her as he placed a hand on your cheek, his touch soft and surprisingly tender. "You’re not the only one who's been thinking about this," he murmured, his voice rough with something you couldn't quite place.

As the tension between the three of them shifted, your pulse had quickened. You knew the moment had arrived, and now, it was time to let everything unfold.

Johnny grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement and desire as he pulled you in closer, his hand sliding from your wrist up your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "We've been waiting for you to realize what we already know - that the three of us are meant to be together."

Simon's thumb brushed over your lower lip, his intense gaze holding yours captive. "You've got no idea how badly we want this, sweetheart. Want you." His voice was a low, seductive rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

Johnny leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his breath mingling with yours. "Tell us what you want, baby. Tell us how you want us to make you feel, and we'll do it. Anything you desire, it's yours."

Your heart raced, your body trembling slightly as you gazed into Johnny's warm, inviting eyes. You could feel the heat radiating off Simon's body as he stood close behind you, his hand still cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw.

"I want... I want you both," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion and longing. "I want to feel your hands on me, exploring every inch of my body. I want to feel your lips on mine, kissing me until I'm breathless and aching for more."

Johnny captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim and possess. He pulled you flush against him, his strong arms encircling your waist, crushing your soft curves against the hard planes of his body.

Simon pressed himself against your back, his large hands sliding down to grip your hips, pulling your bottom against the prominent bulge in his pants. He nipped at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he murmured, "We're going to worship this sexy body of yours, baby. Going to touch you until you're writhing and begging for release."

Johnny broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he gazed down at you with lust-darkened eyes. "We're going to give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, sweetheart. Going to fill you up in ways you've never experienced before."

Simon spun you around, taking your mouth in a hungry, demanding kiss, his tongue plundering the warm cavern of your mouth. He gripped your ass, squeezing and kneading the firm globes as he ground his hard cock against your belly.

Johnny grasped the hem of your shirt, slowly peeling it up and off, tossing it carelessly to the side. He drank in the sight of your exposed flesh, his eyes roaming over the swell of your breasts, the hardened peaks of your nipples straining against the fabric of your bra.

"Fuck, you're stunning," Johnny breathed, reaching out to reverently cup the weight of your breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. "Can't wait to taste these perfect tits, to suck on your nipples until you're drowning in ecstasy."

Simon made quick work of your bra, unhooking the clasp and tossing it aside, allowing your breasts to bounce free. He dipped his head, taking one aching nipple into his hot mouth, suckling greedily as his hand rolled and plucked at the other.

Johnny captured your mouth again, swallowing your moans and whimpers as Simon lavished attention on your breasts. His hands slid down your back, finding the zipper of your skirt, slowly tugging it down.

Together, they peeled the skirt and your panties off, leaving you bare and exposed before them. Johnny stepped back, his eyes raking over your nude form, his cock straining against the confines of his pants.

"Spread your legs for us, baby," Johnny encouraged, his voice gravelly with desire. "Let us see that pretty little pussy, so wet and ready for us."

You parted your thighs, revealing the glistening folds of your sex, the heady scent of your arousal perfuming the air. Simon's fingers delved between your legs, stroking through the slick heat, circling your clit.

"Fuck, you're soaked," Simon rasped, pushing two thick fingers deep inside your clutching sheath. "Can't wait to feel this tight cunt wrapped around our cocks, sweetheart."

Johnny grasped his rigid shaft, stroking it slowly as he watched Simon finger-fuck you, his eyes blazing with lust. "We're going to fill you up so good, baby. Stretching this pretty pussy, stuffing it full of our cocks until you're screaming for more."

Simon pumped his fingers faster, the obscene sound of your juices filling the room as he fucked into you harder, his thumb rubbing tight circles around your clit. "That's it, sweetheart. Fucking soak my fingers, get them nice and wet. Gonna use all that slick to slick up our cocks before we stuff them inside this sexy little hole."

You could only moan and writhe beneath their ministrations, your body burning with a feverish heat as they touched and teased you. You knew in that moment, you were exactly where you are meant to be - sandwiched between the two men you loved and desired most, ready to fulfill the fantasies they had all been dreaming of.

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reginamillls · 2 days ago

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Charmed AU because why not

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The ringing in his head had Buck pausing midway through shift. Normally, he could ignore this, he was a Whitelighter who chose to be in a job that meant saving Innocents, these ringings happened all the time.

What he couldn't ignore was how loud it was.

He also couldn't ignore how pained it was.

Buck catches Bobby's eyes from accross the station, and he taps the side of his head, a signal that they developed so Buck could go and take care of his other job.

When he Orbs, he find's that he's not far from the station, still in LA in a part of town that is under consrtuction. There's an old house that's planned to be tourn down soon, and when Buck follows the chime, he finds himself in it's deteriorating walls.

He's not alone.

There's a man, his large figure pressed up against the furthest corner of the room, his knees are drawn up to his chest and his head is bent down, stopping Buck from seeing their face, and his hands are pressed tightly against his ears.

The man is whispering something, his voice pleading - begging almost, for something to stop.

Slowly, Buck approaches and when his foot hits a floorboard that creeks, the man's head snaps up, and Buck is met with frightened blue eyes.

"Go away-" The man says, voice ragged and Buck can feel now, the magic that the man is emitting. Wild and uncontrolled.

He's a witch.

A witch with an active power.

Empath.

In the few years that Buck has been a Whitelighter, he has never come into contact with an Empath before. He's heard the stories, that many witche's struggle with this power, some even binding tehir magic all together to not have to feel everyone around them. The witches that do embrace their ability though, can become formidable.

"I'm here to help-" Buck says gently, and he steps forward. He keeps his mind as neutral as possible, and the man watches him warily.

He doesn't move though, so Buck keeps going.

"It won't stop." The man says, body trembling. "It started and it just-" He tugs at his hair hiding his face again. "I can feel everyone."

"They're tearing down this house soon," Buck tells the man. "I saw the crew outside. They're going to detonate the place, we need to leave-"

"I know." The man says and Buck stops, the realization of what the man was trying to do hitting him fully.

He won't let it happen.

"I'm sorry," Buck says and he waves his hand over the man, putting him into a dreamless sleep. His body slumps forward and Buck goes to kneel by him.

Buck Orbs them away.

#bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #charmed au #my writing #totalnerdwrites

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readngandweepng · 1 day ago

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poly top male reader and ftm charthur thing

sub top reader with male pronouns. this is honestly kind of short but mostly proofread. unprotected sex also. and written with mid to high honor arthur in mind

arthur’s rough hands rest on your chest as he rolls his hips, his eyes, glossed over with desire, never stray from the sight of you. charles watches from somewhere in the room, and if you could stop your eyes from fluttering closed every two seconds you’d look over to see where he was and what it was he was doing.

“look at you.. been all pent up, haven’t you, boy?” a flick of arthur’s hips has your eyes snapping open, his blue ones meeting yours. “good thing he’s got us.. ain’t that right?” his voice low and gruff in your ear would have had you buckling if he wasn’t keeping you held flat against the bed. the way he’s looking down at you almost makes you feel like prey. every movement and sound you make, he’s like a hawk as he studies you. your cock twitches where it’s buried deep inside him so, of course, it doesn’t go unnoticed. you don’t hear it when charles says something in return, although whatever he said must have not been directed at you because arthur nods his head and responds instead with a hum, and with a sharp exhale suddenly he’s sitting up straight, his hands now behind him and settled loosely on your thighs.

he gives you a chance to catch your breath and he smiles something devilish when your eyes focus on him. he tilts his head, causing loose strands of hair to fall forward. he hasn’t cut his hair in a while, and though it’s nowhere near as long as charles’ you still have to fight the urge to gather it in your hands. you couldn’t anyway, even if you wanted to. with arthur now riding you like he’s trying to break you and charles still patiently awaiting his own turn, you're struggling to even think straight, let alone work up the energy to do more than just move your hips in a sloppy rhythm against arthur’s. he hasn’t cum yet, surprisingly. he’d barely let you get your mouth on him properly before he had practically thrown you onto your back and straddled you, only slowing down so that he could make sure charles had a good view. it’s always like this when charles is in the picture. alone with you he’d normally be so bashful, acting like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but the second charles steps foot to join the party it’s like a switch is flipped and sweet, shy arthur becomes what he is now, a man who just wants to wreck you. whether it’s out of his own desire or if he’s doing it for charles, you haven’t found the time to ask.

“you still here?” arthur’s voice cuts through your thoughts. his hand patting your cheek to grab your attention feels hot on your face. he’s bouncing in your lap, though his pace has seemed to have slowed down. you nod, and you notice now that charles is sitting beside you on the bed. he looks down at you and in his hand is your own that has long since slipped from arthur’s hips. he massages it, treading his fingers across your palm and wrist carefully. “think you can handle a little bit more?” he says, his voice strong but gentle. he brings your hand to his lips to kiss it when you mumble a faint yes in response. arthur’s cunt flutters around your cock, making you groan. it's been what feels like hours. you’ve been close to orgasm a few times now, yet arthur somehow always manages to keep you from going over the edge, only letting you get a small taste of it before he’s either lifting himself off your weeping cock or kissing you so hard you forget what was even happening—he’s always been so good at that, much to your chagrin.

“just breathe—you’re doing so well. once arthur’s done i’ll take care of you, alright?” they give each other a shared look, one that you can’t quite read at the moment. he accentuates his point with a kiss on your head and the affection makes your eyes teary. arthur’s back in the position he was before, using you as balance to strategically bounce himself onto your cock. charles has to graciously hold you down to keep you from squirming, his praise falling on deaf ears as you attempt to keep yourself from spilling inside arthur whose voice has now gone hoarse. his skin glistens with sweat, and his hair curling at the nape of his neck makes him look almost angelic through the mist of your half-lidded, watery eyes. his moans, however, quickly break the innocent angelic vision.

with all his teasing he’s also got himself worked up, making his pussy wet and slick; your cock practically glimmers with the evidence. arthur’s good at holding out for the sake of keeping you on your toes, but tonight he seems to be rather impatient, despite his time and effort he spent to get you shaking and desperate. a few more bounces in and his back arches as he cums onto your cock with a shaky moan. his breaths sound raspy from all his previous talking and groaning which will probably raise a question or two from camp members the next day. he stays on top of you for a moment to ride out the high, his head coming down to give you a playful kiss on the corner of your lips. you make eye contact and it makes him dart his tongue between your lips where you can taste a distant hint of rum.

he smiles as he slides off your dick with a satisfied sigh (while ignoring the slight tremble in his legs) before tilting his head to give charles a long, but almost chaste kiss. “yer turn,” he whispers. arthur glances down at you with a glint in his eye, noting the steep rise and fall of your chest. “maybe go easy on ‘im.” he gives charles one more kiss, whose smile now mirrors his lover’s growing smirk plastered across his face. he doesn’t need to respond. the implications of what comes next has your body (and dick) twitching in need.

the pair switch places after charles undresses (which took longer than usual due to arthur’s offer of “assistance” where he made sure to feel charles up as he took off each article of clothing). still, charles gives you another minute to get your bearings together and you get to watch them exchange their affection; arthur slaps charles’ ass, letting out a whistle that’s quickly followed by his own laughter at his lover’s retaliation. ain’t you lucky is something arthur always liked to say, usually after he or charles had your back during a robbery, but with the sight in front of you those words ring true more than ever.

before, arthur had basically seduced you into this bed, distracting you with a kiss as he shamelessly swung his legs over you and pushed you down against the blankets. his words had been dirty, his voice husky and deep. he didn’t even give you a chance to sit up before he’d taken you to the hilt with the full intention of ruining you. here now, charles gracefully slides on to you, gently sitting himself down on your hips. his hands are on you, gentle as ever. he can feel your heart beating beneath his palm, and when he leans down to place a kiss on your lips he can feel it picking up speed.

you clearly haven’t cum yet, judging by your weeping cock that restlessly leans against your stomach. your body jolts at charles’ touch when he wraps a hand around it, gently squeezing at the tip before giving it a couple strokes. you groan, attempting to buck into his hand, but charles’ strong thighs keep you held still in place. beside you arthur reaches over to squeeze charles’ chest, rolling a nipple under his thumb. his hand gets bashfully swatted away, causing him to laugh. you almost manage a smile until charles suddenly twists his wrist, the feeling causing your head to momentarily spin before settling. with a gasp you grab arthur’s arm in surprise, making the bastard beam down at you with a look on his face you wish you had even half the energy to wipe off. still you can’t help but shudder under his gaze. “all this and you ain’t even got to the good part yet!” hearing this, charles lets go of your dick, letting his thumb trail the side of it for just a moment longer. the lack of touch makes you want to cry, but your worries are washed away when charles takes your face in his hands to give you a kiss. his forehead rests against yours for a second as he speaks.

“come ‘ere,” charles brings you up in a sitting position before slowly sinking down onto your cock. your lips meet again, the kiss swallowing whatever sound you and charles would have made. your hands lazily roam his body, mostly staying around his thighs and feeling up his legs and waist. your cock stretches him out perfectly; it’s not painful, but it certainly is a tight fit, just the way he likes it. he sighs as he begins rocking against you, and with your growing desperation for release you take advantage of the burst of energy and meet his hips. he finds your hands to lock them in his grasp, keeping them held beside him. your eyes dart from his lips to his eyes, and you realize you’re probably making a fool of yourself with how your mouth is hanging open right now. you know how he plays his games, keeping you close but not close enough where you can kiss and touch him how you wish. his strong chest is right there too, and all of a sudden you find yourself desperate to feel him, and unfortunately for you arthur can tell. he sits up and brushes charles’ hair over his shoulder with a dramatic sigh.

“ain’t he just the prettiest?” his husky whisper sends a shiver down your spine, and with the way charles tilts his head to show off his bare neck you have to swallow down a whine. arthur trails his knuckles down charles’ neck all the way to his chest, making sure they brush against his nipples. charles doesn’t appear fazed, but around your cock his pussy flutters in response. his question doesn’t need to be answered but you nod anyway, unable to really tear your eyes away from the sight. arthur continues further down until he’s pressing his hand against charles’ stomach which faintly caves at the touch. “he fills you good, don’t he?” the question isn’t directed at you but it makes you groan. you rest your forehead against charles who's now starting to rut a little bit faster in your lap. you can faintly hear the wet sound his pussy is making, and beside yourself you take one of his nipples in your mouth just to help hold yourself together.

he rolls his hips with a deep moan, and if you hadn’t been holding on for his sake you’d have cum right then and there. he's taking his time, but you can still catch the faint jerk in his movements as he takes the entirety your cock, relishing in how full it makes him feel. you notice now arthur’s hand is missing, but you don’t have time to wonder where it went when you hear a faint “jesus..” arthur moans and you can see next to you he’s pumping two fingers into his pussy as he watches charles ride you. it makes your hips jump, which in turn makes charles give out another moan, his head falling forward in pleasure. it’s silent between you three as you take in the sights and sounds. arthur’s fingers squelch in his warm, wet cunt and charles’ soft moans sound harmonious alongside arthur’s breathless ones.

“charles—” you’re cut off by your own groan when he swivels his hips with suave ease. you’re closer now, and it’s a miracle you haven’t finished at least once or twice by now. your voice feels stuck, but charles gets the idea anyhow. without warning he starts to bounce in your lap, freeing your hands in the process. Instinctively they fly to his hips, and you hold on like they’re a lifeline. your breath catches in your throat as your building orgasm returns with full force. “charles, i’ll—i’ll cum,” he only responds with a curt i know as he continues bouncing on your cock, and by the sound of it arthur seems to be fingering himself in tandem as he watches.

you wrap your arms around charles’ waist and cum inside of him, holding him as close to you as you comfortably can. your vision blanks for a moment as he continues fucking himself on your cock. he doesn’t slow down, and the room is suddenly filled once more with the sound of skin hitting skin and sticky, lustful vigor. you hear arthur loosely mumbling words of encouragement under his breath and you can’t help but turn your head to watch as he lifts one of his legs up to dive his fingers further into his cunt. you groan, and again your eyes flutter close as they struggle to stay open. you fall back next to arthur and watch as charles rubs his clit. thankfully you have half the mind to reach down and push away arthur’s hand to circle his clit too, making him moan as he arches his back once more. even with the overstimulation you buck up, and with a final groan charles cums with his pussy convulsing around your cock. you know arthur’s cum too when he grabs your wrist, his eyes half-lidded as he looks over at you and charles.

the room is quiet now with only your heavy breaths and the low chuckle arthur lets out as his head starts to clear up. charles slowly gets off of you, and suddenly both you and arthur are locked on to the sight of your cum oozing from between his legs. charles huffs in amusement but you can see his legs twitching to close as he thinks about shutting them, a little bit embarrassed by the attention. yet when you finally break from your trance you look up and see a small smile playing on his lips. “had enough?” he asks. you can’t think straight enough to say anything, which didn’t matter anyway because of course, without missing a beat, arthur answers the question for you. “after that? ‘course not.” he shakes his head with a smile before looking at you. “and i think someone agrees..” three pairs of eyes trail down to your hardening cock. you can’t help but admit the sight of it covered in a glossy coat of cum does get you going. exasperatedly you swing an arm over your face with a weak sigh, not because you feel like you’re going to pass out from exhaustion but because you definitely are not opposed to another round, the image of your cum dripping out from charles' pussy burns fresh in your mind and peeking from out under your arm you see arthur already sitting up, eager for his second turn.

#rdr2 x male reader #top male reader #arthur morgan x male reader #charles smith x male reader #ftm character #afab character #my writngs #ive been busy lately so i wanted to get this out #but ill try to do more charthur and reader stuff

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star2fishmeg · 2 days ago

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hiii love congrats!!!! can i get smut #61 with lukey boy plssss

Thank you for requesting <3

SMUT #61 "Mine." "Say it again."

📞 dialling…

It was obvious to Luke, and y/n had her suspicions but accusing someone’s friend of something you weren’t certain about was a risky move. But Luke saw straight through him, and he was seething. Y/n’s friend was in love with her and was ridiculously determined to sweep her away from Luke. He knew it wouldn’t work; y/n would never leave him that easily, not for someone who openly insulted him to her face but deep down, Luke still panicked. Yet, he was scared.

So, when they - Luke and y/n - had returned to her apartment, Luke took no hesitation in kissing her hard, guiding her to the bedroom until clothes scattered on the floor and her body was pinned beneath him, his feelings driving the night forward.

Her nails dug into the bedsheets, back arched as his hand pressed her head into the mattress, his other hand clutching her hip and propping her ass up as he slammed into her brutally, “Your thighs are shaking, baby. Do I feel that good?”

She tried to answer, but the pulsing of his cock sliding in and out of her walls surged a repeatedly pleasuring wave to ripple over her with each thrust, his pelvis slapping into her ass as his jaw tightened. It did feel good. It felt obnoxiously good to be the man ripping wanton moans from her chest at strident volumes, his dick twitching knowing that it was him who made her feel that way, only him, Luke Hughes.

“That’s it, angel, keep squeezin’ me like that, fuck-” he chuckled, removing his hand from her hair and placing it next to her head, leaning down and giving her shoulder blades wet kisses before mumbling into her ear, “You’ve ruined me.”

“More, Lu, more! Feels so good.” She gasped out in whimpers, Luke’s breath hot against her neck, smiling into her skin. Pants slipped past her lips, elongated whines with every hit into her cervix as her walls wrapped around him snugly.

“That’s what I like to hear, whatever you want, all for you.” He wound his arm around her middle, pulling her into his chest and leaning back on his knees. His hands slid over her body, following all her curves while his lips bit and sucked hickeys into her neck, fingers finding her clit, playing with the bud and the other hand wrapping around her throat, pinning her back to his body. Tears festered in her eyes, the overwhelming pleasure becoming overstimulating, yet her greed had her fingers finding his curls behind her. “You think he can get you like this? Crying from how fucking good I make you feel? You think he can treat your pretty pussy better than I can?”

He wasted no time in continuing his thrusting, impatient and harsh snaps of his hips into her cunt, his muscles tensing as he gripped her tight, relishing the sound of sex filling the bedroom as sweat stuck their skin together. Luke never hesitated to be vocal, his grunts sending flutters to her stomach, eyes rolling to the back of her head feeling his cock slip deeper inside of her.

“No!” she wailed, jaw completely falling slack as only his arms could keep her from slumping into the bed, aching blooming between her legs the faster he fucked, “No, only you! All yours.”

“That’s it, all mine. You like hearing that? Need me to repeat it? Or are you too fucked out right now?” His voice dropped into a husky rasp, possessive, hips stuttering with her body jolting.

“Say it again, Luke, please- oh! Right there!” Her voice faded into high-pitched whines, stomach burning with a twisting. Luke was nothing but jealous, frightened that he’d be replaced so easily, and she knew that, and she knew that it wasn’t like he thought she would leave him, but Luke was allowed to be insecure too, and if drilling his cock into her was the best way to help him, then who was she to complain?

“Mine.” His fingers crawled from her throat to her jaw, forcing her to look him in the eye. His lips pressed against hers harshly, tongue finding hers immediately and lapping with desperation, intoxication, and addiction to the way her mouth moved with his. When they did pull back with heaving chests, he mumbled into her lips with a wild desire in his eyes, “My pretty girl, love you so much, need you cumming on my cock.”

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magnificentmiraclenacho · 18 hours ago

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The sister of the winner

Part 6= The scary stranger

Summary: When gi hun wants to take down the games he faces a lot of problems. But one problem he also has is his relationship with his sister minji ( reader ). Gi hun dosent want to tell her about the games do to her innocent. But what happends when the salesman lores her into the games, and the siblings finds them self fighting for their lifes

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The dormitory was heavy with people talking and planning on how they want to survive this nightmare. Y/N sat cross-legged on her bunk, her legs still trembling from the adrenaline of the six-legged pentathlon.

Gi-hun sat beside her, leaning back against the wall, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Next to him, Jung-bae and young il laid sprawled out, and Player 222 just walking away with player 333 to talk about something.

The four of them let out simultaneous sighs, a mix of relief and exhaustion, as they reflected on their narrow escape from elimination.

“I can’t believe we made it,” Jung-bae said, his voice breaking the silence.

“Barely,” Y/N replied, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “I thought we were done for when we almost tripped at the end.”

“It’s a miracle,” young il muttered, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

The air was tense, but there was a flicker of gratitude between them. They were still alive.

“I just want to go home,” yn whispered “I can’t keep doing this.”

“We’ll figure something out,” Gi-hun said, his voice soft but firm. He placed a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll make it out of here, one way or another.”

Before anyone could respond, Kang Dae-ho, the man who had given up his spot on their team during the last game, approached. His face lit up when he saw them, relief evident in his expression.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low but warm. “You guys made it.”

“Barely,” Jung-bae said with a weak laugh.

Dae-ho nodded, his eyes scanning the group. “its so good to see you.”

“Thanks to you,” Y/N said, offering him a small smile. “If you hadn’t let 222 take your spot…”

She glanced at Player 222, who was holding her belly just infront of the beds.

Dae-ho waved her off. “I’m just glad your all okay.”

They talked for a few more minutes, the conversation circling back to the games and their growing desperation to escape.

“They have to give us another vote soon,” jung beo said. “Don’t they?”

“They will,” Gi-hun replied, his voice heavy.

“But you know how it’ll go. Most of them won’t vote to leave. Not now. Not when they’ve seen how much money is at stake.”

Before anyone could respond, the dormitory door slammed open. Two guards entered, their presence commanding silence.

“Attention, players,” one of them announced. “The current prize money stands at 10 billion won.”

A gasp rippled through the room. Heads turned to the glowing piggy bank hanging above them, filled half way with cash. The guards continued.

“There are 140 players remaining.”

The reality of the announcement hit hard. Over half the players were already gone. The room felt colder, the weight of survival pressing down on everyone like a lead blanket.

Gi-hun let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “And they’re all still blinded by it,” he said, gesturing to the money. “They see that, and suddenly nothing else matters.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, no one dared to speak.

“The next vote will now begin,” the guard announced. “Each player will step forward and cast their decision. A simple choice: to stay, or to go.”

The guards gestured to the large board on the wall, showing two glowing buttons—X to leave, and O to stay. As the players began lining up, Gi-hun stood and glanced down to his team.

“Vote for X,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with something Y/N couldn’t quite place. “If we don’t leave now… none of us will.”

Yn stared at him as he turned to join the line. The sound of footsteps echoed in the room as players moved one by one toward the buttons, their faces tense and unreadable.

Y/N’s heart pounded as she watched Gi-hun step forward the first one voting. He pressed the X button without hesitation, his jaw tight and his eyes distant.

The vote continued, but the air was thick with dread. No matter how many pressed X, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that it wouldn’t be enough. The pull of the money, the desperation to win, was stronger than fear.

And as the line moved forward, the weight of Gi-hun’s words lingered in her mind: “If we don’t leave now… none of us will". She would vote X. She would go home. She thought to herself.

Gi-hun stood beside her, watching the line grow shorter. His hand was still resting on her shoulder, grounding her in the moment. His expression was unreadable, but Y/N could feel the tension radiating off him. He was exhausted, just like everyone else, but there was a flicker of hope in his eyes—hope that enough people would see reason.

Jung-bae sighed, his head tilted back against a bed frame. “You think people will vote to leave?” he muttered, glancing at Gi-hun.

“No,” Gi-hun replied bitterly. “Most of them won’t. They’re too blinded.”

Il Young standing next to yn scoffed. “Blinded or desperate. What’s the difference?” Gi hun clancing at him strangery.

Across the room, Player 222 stood quietly next to player 333, her hands protectively cradling her stomach. Y/N couldn’t imagine what the woman was going through—carrying a child in this hellhole. It was unbearable to think about.

Y/N’s heart pounded as she watched the line shrink. One by one, players stepped forward, pressing their buttons with trembling hands. Some looked resolute, others terrified, but the room remained eerily silent except for the soft hum of the voting machine.

It was now her turn. She stepped forward. Her palms were sweaty, and her breath came in shallow gasps, but she didn’t hesitate. Her eyes locked onto the X button. “This is the way out” she whispered to herself.

Her hand came down on the button, and the red light flared to life. A robotic voice confirmed her vote, and she stepped aside.

Jung-bae voted next, followed by young il and Player 222. The group reconvened near the corner beds, watching as the line continued to dwindle.

“Do you think it’ll be enough?” Y/N asked quietly, her voice barely audible.

Gi-hun didn’t answer right away. His eyes were fixed on the voting platform, his expression grim. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “But at least we tried.”

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours as the last players cast their votes. Finally, the guards stepped forward, and the screen on the wall lit up, displaying the results.

X: 62 votes

O: 68 votes

The room erupted into murmurs, cries, and gasps. Y/N felt the air leave her lungs as she stared at the screen. It wasn’t enough.

Gi-hun clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. “I told you,” he muttered, his voice low and bitter. “They are all stupid, every single one of them.”

Y/N sank onto one of the bed, her head in her hands. She had done everything she could. They all had. But it wasn’t enough. They were trapped here forever, and the games would continue.

The guards began filing out, leaving the players to their despair. The glowing piggy bank above them seemed to mock their suffering, the pile of money growing larger with every death.

Gi-hun sat down beside Y/N, his hand resting on her shoulder again. “We’ll figure something out,” he said softly. “We have to." " we aren't going to be here till the end, okey" he said as he put his hand on her shoulder.

Y/N didn’t reply. She couldn’t. All she could do was stare at the floor, her mind racing with the knowledge that no matter what they did, survival was never guaranteed becouse people are naive and selfish.

Gi-hun sat deeper down on the bed, his voice serious as he looked at the group. "We need to stick together tonight. No one sleeps alone. People are desperate, and if anyone’s looking to thin the numbers, they’ll target groups like ours."

Jung-bae nodded grimly. “Makes sense. Safety in numbers.”

Young il stretched his arms, his face tense. “So, what’s the plan?”

“We stay here,” Gi-hun replied. “Build a secure area with the bunks and sleep in shifts. That way, we’ll know if anyone’s coming close.”

Player 222 shifted “You really think someone would attack us? Just to keep the games going?” Gi-hun gave her a sharp look. “Do you think they wouldn’t?”

The group fell silent, the reality of his words settling over them. Slowly, everyone began gathering supplies—pushing bunks together to create a barrier, arranging blankets and pillows in the center to form a communal sleeping area.

Y/N stood for a moment, watching the others before stepping away.

“Where are you going?” Gi-hun asked very sharply and protectivly.

She turned back, her tone calm. “I’m just going to get my pillow and blanket from my bed. It’s on the other side of the room.”

Gi-hun frowned, his expression uncertain. “You sure? I don’t like you walking over there alone. I can come with you.” dropping the sheets in his hands on the floor.

Y/N shook her head with a faint smile. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a quick trip. I’ll be back before you know it.”

He hesitated, glancing toward the dimly lit expanse of the dorm. The shadows seemed to shift and move, and the other players loomed like ghosts in the distance. After a moment, he exhaled sharply. “Alright. Just... be quick, okay? And don’t talk to anyone.”

“I won’t,” she promised, her voice steady.

As Y/N turned and walked toward the far side of the room, her footsteps light but purposeful, Gi-hun wasn’t the only one watching.

Young il, who had been adjusting the makeshift barrier, paused and looked up, his gaze following her as she moved further away. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, studying her retreating figure as she weaved through the maze of bunks.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, but his lips pressed into a thin line. His expression was hard to read—calm, calculating, and perhaps a touch wary. He glanced briefly at Gi-hun, who was still watching her intently, before returning his attention to the barricade.

“Hope she’s fast,” young il muttered under his breath, almost to himself, as he adjusted the frame of a bunk. Though the words were quiet, they carried a weight of unspoken tension.

The further you moved from the safety of your team, the more you felt the tension in the air. Every shadow seemed to loom larger, every sound seemed sharper.

Reaching your bed, you crouched down and grabbed your pillow, tucking it under one arm as you reached for the blanket folded neatly at the foot of the bed. But as your fingers brushed the fabric, you froze.

Muttering. Low and conspiratorial, coming from the far corner of the room.

You turned your head slightly, peering through the dimly lit maze of beds. At first, you couldn’t see anyone, but then your eyes landed on them—Player 230, the man with purple hair who had stirred up trouble on the very first day, and Player 124, a wiry man with shifty eyes. They were sitting close together on one of the beds, heads bowed as they whispered hurriedly.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you crept closer, keeping low and moving as quietly as possible. You ducked behind a bedframe a few feet away, straining to catch snippets of their conversation.

“…the next game… can’t risk it,” Player 124 was saying, his voice barely above a whisper.

Player 230 leaned in closer, his hands fidgeting with something around his neck. “That’s why we need to—” He stopped abruptly and looked around, his sharp eyes scanning the room.

You held your breath, pressing yourself against the cold metal of the bedframe, praying he wouldn’t see you. After a tense moment, he relaxed and continued.

“Look, I’ve got this,” he said, holding up what looked like a necklace. But as the light hit it, you realized it wasn’t just jewelry. Tiny capsules were embedded within the chain—capsules that looked suspiciously like drugs.

Your heart raced. Drugs? In here?

As you slowly began to back away, your foot scraped against the edge of a bedframe. The sound, though quiet, seemed deafening in the tense silence.

Player 230’s head snapped up, his piercing gaze locking onto yours. For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then he shot to his feet, pointing a finger at you. “HEY, YOU!”

Your breath hitched, and adrenaline surged through your veins.

Your instincts screamed at you to run, so you turned on your heel and started walking quickly toward the safety of your team. Panic surged through your veins as your footsteps quickened, but you knew better than to break into a full sprint—it would only draw more attention. Your mind raced with thoughts of what you had just seen, your heart pounding in your chest.

You were just a few beds away from the main area where others might see you when a hand suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you backward with a force that sent you tumbling to the ground. The shock of pain shot through your scalp as you gasped, but before you could let out a scream, a heavy hand clamped over your mouth.

Player 230 loomed over you, his purple hair falling messily over his forehead, his expression twisted with fury. “You shouldn’t have been snooping,” he hissed, his voice venomous.

He straddled you in one swift motion, pinning your body to the cold, hard floor. His hand stayed firmly over your mouth, muffling your panicked cries, while his other hand wrapped around your throat. His grip tightened, cutting off your air, and your vision started to blur around the edges.

You clawed at his arms desperately, your nails digging into his skin as you tried to pry him off. Your mind was a whirlwind of terror and disbelief. This can’t be happening. Not here. Not like this. You shoud't have come to your bed, not atleast alone.

You kicked your legs frantically, but he pressed his weight harder against you, making it almost impossible to move. His furious eyes bore into yours, and the malicious grin curling at the corners of his lips only made your fear worse.

“Stay quiet,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “If you make a sound, you’ll regret it.”

The pressure on your throat intensified, and you could feel the air slipping away. Your body screamed for oxygen, and your head spun as you tried to think of a way out.

I need to do something. I can’t die like this. All the things ypu havent told gi hun yet rushing true your mind.

our lungs burned as you struggled beneath his weight, but Player 230 was far stronger than you. Every frantic attempt to escape his grasp was met with even more pressure, his hand like iron around your throat. Your nails scratched at his arm, but he didn’t even flinch.

The room seemed to fade around you, your world narrowing to his sneering face and the suffocating grip cutting off your air. Then he did something unexpected—he stopped choking you just long enough to let you take a shaky, gasping breath, his hand still covering your mouth.

And then he laughed.

A low, cruel chuckle rumbled from his chest, his head tilting slightly as he stared down at you like a predator toying with its prey. “Oh, this is perfect,” he said, his voice laced with mockery. His grip on your throat relaxed slightly, but the weight of his body still pinned you in place. “We’ve got the winner’s little princess.”

Your eyes widened, your heart hammering in your chest. That pet name shivering down your spine.

He smirked as he leaned back a little, still keeping you firmly beneath him. “Oh, don’t act so surprised. Everyone’s seen how that old man dotes on you. Gi-Hun, the big hero, doing whatever he can to keep you safe. It’s pathetic.” His grin widened, sharp and full of malice. “I wonder how he’d feel if he knew you were in a situation like this. Screaming and crying under the mighty thanos."

Your stomach twisted in horror as his words sank in. He wasn’t just toying with you—he was threatening to use you as leverage against Gi-Hun.

“Wouldn’t that be fun?” he continued, tilting his head to the side as if he were considering something. Then he bent down, his face so close that you could feel his breath against your ear. His next words were barely more than a whisper, but they sent a even more cold shiver down your spine.

“Wouldn’t that be sweet, pumpkin?”

The sickeningly sweet tone of his voice made your skin crawl, and you felt a wave of nausea rise in your chest. Every fiber of your being screamed for you to fight, to escape, but he had you completely trapped. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as your mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare. But was there even a one....

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thanosspills · 2 days ago

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Hii I love ir stories btw, anyways could I request a Thanos (Choi Su-Bong) x fem reader? Like where they were together but are broken up again and made up again and Thanos lied that they would only play one more game so they broke up again as Thanos tried to let her stay but to no use and them They joined Gi Huns group and Thanos was jealous of how close Daeho was to us and during a game and all that (either Dae ho or someone it doesn't matter but tyy anyway)

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THANOS/CHOI SU-BONG X FEM READER (SFW)

thank you for your request! since nsfw wasn't specified i went ahead and wrote something sfw. hope you like it!

warnings: just the usual squid game violence, reader and thanos take the pills together, mentions addiction

bit of a thanos ooc, he's more of a softie for the sake of this plotline!

You had just taken your photo, following the people confusingly walking ahead of you. You look around, taking in the peculiar pastel room. So many questions ran through your mind, but your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a familiar voice. "Flower!" Thanos ran over to you pushing through the sea of people in matching tracksuits. He grabs both of your hands, holding them in his and stroking his thumb across them. "I'm so happy to see you senõrita!" You let out a sigh of disbelief. Your eyes run across your exe's face. You hadn't seen Thanos in three months, and god did you miss him. You missed that voice, the annoying nicknames, his touch. You shamelessly let go of his hands and pull him into a hug. He squeezes you back without hesitating. You finally reply, "What the hell are you doing here?" Thanos is silent for a second, and his voice quiets, "I was uh..I was out and that guy with the business card came up to me. Did you get one too?" You pull out of the hug and look into his eyes again. You can't help but faintly smile, "Yeah, I did." you glance around, "This place is weird. It creeps me out." Thanos throws his arm over your shoulder, "Who cares, we're getting a 'handsome cash prize' remember?" He optimistically quotes one of the guards dressed in pink jumpsuits. The reminder still doesn't help how anxious you're feeling. Noticing this, Thanos glances down at you and squeezes your shoulder, "Don't worry my flower, I won't let anything happen to you." The warm blood splattering across your face made your heart drop to your feet. Your body went numb as you looked at the corpse of the girl in front of you. She was laid out on the sandy-ground, the bee that led to her death flying around the bloody hole going through her forehead. "DON'T MOVE!" the crazy man shouts again, only now you're realizing he was telling the truth about the game this whole time. "Green light!" The doll chimes and faces away from the crowd of people. Everyone stays frozen, just as shocked and scared as you are. You feel a grip on your hand. Thanos holds onto it tightly and stares forward. He's shaking, silently panicking. The voice of the now not-so-crazy man tells everyone they need to keep going. At the next green light, Thanos opens his cross and pops one of the colorful pills he keeps in there. He grabs another and turns to you, holding it up to your mouth. You immediately open it as he gently places the pill on your tongue. You felt like a hypocrite, part of why you broke up with Thanos was because of the drugs. You definitely weren't proud of the fact you'd taken the pill, but you knew it was something you couldn't refuse in the moment. Once the drug kicked in a couple minutes later, the rest of the game flew by in a blur. You and Thanos were just laughing like idiots and jumping around until you got to the finish line.

You were back at the dorms and the high had quickly worn off. A dark, looming feeling of fear radiated throughout the room. You and Thanos sat next to each other in silence, his arm wrapped around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. "You okay?" You ask in a low, gentle tone. "Don't worry. I'm okay." He responds, staring at the wall. The guards in pink jumpsuits enter the dorms and everyone instantly begins to panic. You feel Thanos's grip on you tighten. Some players fall to their knees and beg the guards to spare their lives, the whole room is overcome with desperation and chaos. "Consent clause number three." An echoing voice cuts through the commotion, "If the majority of players agree to stop playing, the games will be terminated." You look over and instantly recognize it's the same man who helped everyone through red light green light. The guards confirm that everyone will get to vote to stop the games, but before the voting begins, the players get to see how much prize money has been accumulated. You look up as a super-sized gold piggy bank descends from the ceiling, filling up with stacks of won. You and Thanos stand up, but the only thing you can do is shake your head in disgust at the sight of it. Each stack of cash was a player's life. You look over at Thanos, his expression is almost blank, but you notice a slight glimmer in his eyes.

Everyone's huddled together, each person waiting on their number to be called out so they can cast their vote. Thanos glances down at you, "Flower, I need to talk to you." You nod your head and he pulls you into the back corner of the crowd. He stares at your eyes for a second and smiles, cupping your face in his hands. "I've missed you." You shyly smile back and part your lips to respond, but Thanos cuts you off with a kiss. You lean in, melting into it. Thanos quickly escalates it from gentle to passionate, dominating your lips. God you missed him so much. It seemed impossible to imagine being apart again. Thanos breaks out of the kiss, frantically saying, "I want things to be better for us when we get out of here. I can't stay away from you any longer, senõrita." He glances back up at the piggy bank and smiles, as if inspired. "This money, it can change everything. It can fix us." Your face wilts in disappointment. The money could fix us? The memories of the last few months of you and Thanos's relationship came back to you. Thanos's career was taking off, and you were always his biggest supporter. You'd go to every show, he'd always run backstage and kiss that proud smile of yours after he was done performing. The drugs came with the job, and it was something you'd do together for fun. Then Thanos forgot his lyrics and ran off stage on the finale of a live competition. After that, he completely spiraled. The drugs were something he became reliant on, it was like he couldn't breathe without them. The irresponsibility, the impulsivity, you'll never forget the day you found out he invested everything he had into bullshit crypto. Even then, breaking up was one of the hardest things you ever had to do, and you spiraled too. Your eyes start to fill with tears at the reminder. You quickly compose yourself, inhaling sharply before finally responding, "You think blood money is gonna fix 'us'?" Thanos grabs both of your hands and strokes them, "Don't think about it like that. This is an opportunity. We can start a new life together." You shake your head and hold onto his hands tighter, "Thanos we're not doing this." "I've missed you too, and I want us both to get out of here so we can talk about." He stares back into your eyes, and you truly can't tell what he's thinking. "Player 230." The pink guard calls his number, and he slowly slides his hands away from yours as he walks up to the blue and red buttons. Your eyes pierce through the back of his head, and a sinking feeling trails through your stomach. The button chimes, and Thanos is handed a blue patch. The side of those who voted to stay just gained another player. Thanos immediately tries to run over to you once the vote is over. "Flower please, let's talk now." "You really think leaving here with only 20 million is worth it?" He asks. You stomp over to him and grip the patch attached to his jacket, "What the hell are you doing Su-bong?" "How could you put a price on almost dying?" Thanos sighs and shamefully looks at the ground. You can tell he doesn't know what to say. You break the silence, "We can talk later." You quickly walk away before he can get another word in.

The next game requires teams of 5. You're determined to join a team before Thanos can find you and beg you to join his. You knew you'd have trouble saying no to him, and you needed space. You look around the room and recognize the guy that had announced he'd played the games before. Although you're still unsure of what he's even doing here, he saved people in red light green light and tried to sway the vote so everyone could leave. He seemed like the most trustworthy person here. You walk up to his group, they needed one more player. "Excuse me-" You're interrupted when you suddenly get shoved into by a random guy, he frantically pleads to the group, "No pick me! You'll probably need men anyway!" "Not some weak little girl!" You scoff and step toward the babbling idiot, "That's pathetic. If anyones showing weakness it's you." "Look at you, begging like a desperate little boy." The man snaps his head toward you in disbelief, "What'd you say you fucking bitch?!" He cocks his fist back, and player 001 immediately throws himself between the two of you, shoving the man onto the ground. You watch as player 001 looms over the man, staring at him with malice in his eyes. The man clumsily stands up and frantically runs into the crowd of people. Everyone already saw player 001 kick Thanos's ass earlier after Thanos had tried to start a fight with the crypto scammer. No one wanted to mess with him after that. "Thank you." you say. Player 001 nods, "Don't mention it." You faintly smile, "So were you guys looking for one more?"

You're sitting with your teammates and anxiously watching other teams go through the penthalon. You volunteered to play ddakji, you were pretty good at hustling the recruiter and felt the safest with that. "I've never met a girl that doesn't know how to play gonggi." The boy next to you teased. "I've never met a boy that does know how to play gonggi." you teased back. He chuckled, "Maybe we're both kinda weird then." "I'm Dae-ho. I never got your name." "I'm Y/N" you respond. He smiles, "You were really brave earlier, you totally shit talked that guy." You both giggle with each other, making fun of the man that nearly socked you in the face. You glance around the room as you laugh and your eyes meet Thanos's. He looks away from you, and his stare shifts toward Dae-ho. Thanos's team was up, and your heart sank. You leaned in and anxiously watched as they started the race. Thanos looked way too excited to be there, chanting and dancing. It was obvious he took more drugs. Thankfully his team moved through each game quickly, and Thanos kicked the jegi flawlessly. "WOOOOOH!" He cheers and throws his arms into the air. He scans the room looking for you, and he blows a kiss once his eyes land on yours. "I'm doing this for you senõrita!" At the corner of your eye, you see your whole team leaning forward, looking at you. The pink finish line snaps as you and your teammates walk through it. The wave of relief crashed into everyone, and as your team walks back into the dorms you hug each person. You go in and hug Dae-ho, but it only lasts a second when you feel a light tug on your shoulder. "The fuck is going on?" Thanos shouts as pulls you close to him and throws his arm around your shoulder. Dae-ho cuts in, "What the hell are you doing dude?!" "Leave her alone!" He begins to walk toward Thanos, and Thanos takes a step forward, decreasing the distance. He gives Dae-ho a shit-eating grin, "Who said you could touch my flower?" Everything was escalating so quickly, and you were taken aback by Thanos talking about you so possessively. You felt stupid admitting it, but fuck, you liked it. Dae-ho turns around and looks at the rest of your team, then back at Thanos. "I'd back up if I were you. Young-il already kicked your ass once." Thanos drops his smile, and you quickly run between them before things get worse. "Stop being ridiculous Su-bong. I'm still alive because of these guys." Thanos looks down at you, the sight of your face making him crack an unexpected smile. He tucks your hair behind your ear before softly asking, "Why didn't you join my team?" You sigh and grab his hand, "Come on, we can talk." As you lead Thanos away, you turn around and face Dae-ho and the rest of the guys, who look almost comedically confused. You walk to a corner with Thanos, and he crashes his lips onto yours, this time completely possessively. He lightly grips the back of your hair, eager to gain more control over the kiss. You match his passion, the desperation of the situation you were in together made you never want to let go. You finally pull away, and Thanos stares over at Dae-ho. "Who the hell were those guys?" He asks. "My friends." You grab his chin and move his face so his eyes are back on yours. He folds his arms. "I don't like it when you hug your friends." "Well I don't like it when you vote to stay." You shoot back. Thanos grips both of your arms and leans down to your level,"I just want to give you the life you deserve, senõrita." "One more game." He whispers, and plants a kiss on your forehead. Fuck. What were you gonna do?

sorry if the ending feels a bit rushed, i didn't want to drag out the story too much. please send in requests, depending on the request i'm totally open to doing multiple parts i just felt this one should be wrapped up quicker.

thank you for reading!

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mattsnight · 23 hours ago

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- dare - chris sturniolo -

summary: in which y/n goes to a party and sees the person she hates the most.

warnings: mdni, cursing, use of y/n, drinking, touching

A/N: not proofread & english is not my friend language.

you aren’t the biggest party girl in town. everyone knows that. you only go to parties whenever its your friend’s birthday or when you feel the need to get absolutely wasted. that didn’t happen often, since you hated everything that came with it the next morning. but today you decided that it would be fun to get to know some new people, and isn’t a party the best place to do so?

you had put on your black short dress with your newest heels, making you look a little taller than usual. you quickly got the curlers out of your hair and grabbed your keys to drive to the party. it didn’t take long for you to arrive.

the party is full of sweaty people, who are most likely already drunk or high. you walk through the big crowds, pushing past a few people, before noticing a bar. you walk over to it. the bartender smiles at you, asking you what you’d like to drink. “any strong shot, please.” you say politely. the bartender nods and walks away to make you your drink.

you look around the room, just to notice a group of people sitting in a corner. then, your eyes land on one specific guy. christopher sturniolo, the man you’ve hated since 4th grade. you hadn’t seem him since high school and god.. he didn’t even change. his eyes lock with yours after he felt a strong gaze pierce into him. a look of shock appears on his face, before its changed into a smirk.

the bartender brings you your drink, interrupting your intense stare. “there ya go.” he says, looking at where you’re looking. another smile forms on your face as you look at the bartender. “thanks,” you say, quickly downing the drink before walking off to the bathroom. chris’ eyes are still on you. then, he gets up from his place and rushes over to you.

as you finally arrive at the bathrooms you hear a voice. “oh shit y/n is that you?” chris says from behind you, a low whistle leaving his mouth. “jesus christ you turned hot.” you roll your eyes, turning around so you can face him. there’s still a smirk plastered on his face and you just wish you could slap it off. “can i help you?” you ask, sounding quite annoyed. “you’re all alone. why don’t you come and hang out with me and my friends, hm?”

“no thanks, im alright.”

“y’know its way more fun with me than on your own.” he starts, running a hand through his hair. “besides, we gotta catch up.”

eventually he convinced you to come over and play stupid games with his friends. everyone wanted to do truth or dare, so that’s what you did. it wen’t on for a while. everyone was having a blast and so were you. then, one of chris’ friends asks you ‘truth or dare?’

“dare,” you say, growing confident. chris looks at you for a second before looking back at his friend who asked the question. “i dare you to do… seven minutes in heaven with chris right here.” the friend says, pointing at chris. your face heats up immediately. seven minutes in heaven with chris? the chris you’d sworn to never even talk to in school.

“what?” you say, your face heating up. chris smirks at you yet again. “gotta get into the bedroom with me, ma.” he says, standing up. “fine,” you also get up, following him into the bedroom.

you feel a sudden wave of nervousness wash over you as chris locks the door and walks over to you. he chuckles, shaking his head a little. “why are you bein’ shy now, hm?” he grins, taking another step forward, getting into your personal space. “i’m not shy.” you say, looking away.

“then look at me.” he says, his tone demanding as he takes another step forward, his body almost pressed against yours right now. You wouldn’t admit it but.. he looked even hotter, this close, and it was getting increasingly more difficult to keep up with your whole “i hate him” act. your eyes move to meet his eyes.

“Atta’ girl.” He grins, his hand moving to your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “Can see ‘em even better now.” He comments, his gaze focused on your lips. “Y’know,” he starts, his tone lower now, “I don’t think you hate me as much as you put on.”

“oh trust me, i do.”

“Mhm? Then why’d you agree to this stupid-ass dare in the first place?” He points out, a smirk on his face. “you jus’ love to be up close to me, is that it?” He teases, leaning down to get his face closer to yours. “i didn’t want to be humiliated in front of your friends.”

“Then explain this.” He demands, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, his other hand moving to rest on your waist. his head is leaning down, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, “You’re not pullin’ away, you’re not telling me to shut my mouth. You’ve gone silent for once.” He says, before his voice deepens. he was too close for comfort.. yet you found yourself wanting more.

“chris—“ you start, but you get cut off. he presses his index and middle finger against your lips, shutting you up. “Shhh,” he whispers, his eyes half lidded as his other hand began to slowly inch your shirt up. he’s silent for a while, though when he speaks, it’s low and husky, a demand. “tell me to stop and I will.”

“Didn’t think so.” He chuckles, his hand finally lifting your shirt up to your chest, his fingers beginning to trace random shapes along your abdomen and hips. He was so soft, it sent shivers down your spine. you wanted to say something, anything, but you could only bring yourself to say a pathetic, little whimper.

he chuckles again, moving his head to the crook of your neck. you could feel his breaths against your skin, making you shiver. “You’re cute like this, y’know? All quiet.” he says, continuing to run his fingers along the bare skin of your torso.

his hand reaches the clasp of your bra, his breaths becoming a little heavier as he slowly begins to unclip it, his teeth nipping at your shoulder, “If you’re gonna be quiet, might as well use our time properly.” he whispers, beginning to kiss your neck, before trailing his lips up to your jaw. then, they finally meet yours. he kisses you deeply, one of his hands on your waist tightening its grip, as the other one slowly drags down to the waistband of your pants, slipping just under the fabric.

then suddenly, someone knocks on the door. it’s his friends telling him the seven minutes are over. chris reluctantly pulls away from the kiss, groaning softly. he clears his throat, letting go of you. “Y’guys are a bunch of assholes,” he shouts through the door, his voice deep and raspy from what just took place. He looks back at you once he’s finished yelling, his gaze lingering on your lips as he bites his, “.. Next time, we’re gettin’ alone and doing this at a different setting.” He tells you, helping you get back into your clothes before opening the door.

you can’t wait.

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gingernut1314 · 16 hours ago

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The Rain

Summary: You've traveled with Kusuiuri but now time has stopped. It seems it will rain soon...very soon, but Kusuiuri does not want to face it.

Content: gn!reader, based off the TV show Mononoke (no plot line spoilers), slight dark themes (nothing is truly stated, everything is sort of left up to the reader's imagination, but implied murder and robbery), Kusuiuri in denial, sad Kusuiuri

Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: GUYS I LOVE THIS SHOW AND I LOVE KUSUIRUI!!!! This is my first attempt at writing for this lovely man, so I hope I did okay lol. I hope you enjoy!

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The day was bright yet didn’t fill the air with a stifling, sticky heat. A breeze blew through the grass you sat in, leading the clouds along through the light blue sky. A powdery blue that had you returning your gaze back to the man sitting just across from you.

His eyes were that blue. His eyes were the sky. They were your sky whenever you gazed upon them.

“I think it will rain.” You spoke in a voice as airy as the breeze ruffling the long strands of his ash-blond hair that hung over and around his pale face. Kusuriuri didn’t blink. Didn’t move a muscle as he watched you.

The purple paint on his upper lip might lead one to think he was smirking mischievously at you. That he might not be moving or responding for so long to purposely tease you.

But you knew better.

Knew he was far from feeling his usual mischievous ways. That he hadn’t felt like that in…oh…four days?

Had it been four days?

No…maybe it had been longer.

Seven days?

Two weeks?

Three?

“Go on. Ask me why I think so.” You prompted, leaning forward just a hair. Kusuiuri’s eyes tracked the movement. Eyes that hadn’t left your form in what felt like hours.

“And why is that?” His voice was typically full of such sensual tones. A purring sound in your ears that would send a pleasant shiver down your spine.

But not today.

Not in…how long?

“The clouds. They are so big--so full. Almost about ready to burst of the seams with all that rain in their bellies.” You spoke, eyes drifting upwards just as a pair of clouds might drift. “Ask me when I think it will rain.”

“When?”

“Today…soon. Very soon.” You spoke on a near-relieved breath. Eyes cut from the sky themselves narrowed at your answer.

A clattering of noise sounded from within the large, wooden box sitting just an arm's width away from you both. A noise you knew well. A noise that might have terrified others, but not you. Never you.

“I disagree.” Kusuiuri’s remained calm. A calm hardly reflected in his eyes. No, his eyes were clouded and bristling. Eyes that cut towards the wooden crate he carried on his back like he could stop the commotion on silent threat alone.

You knew better.

He knew better.

“I know you do.” A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “Let us talk about it.”

“I will do no such thing, I’m afraid.” Kusuiuri simply spoke, eyes finding yours once more.

“Hum…then we have a rather large predicament on our hands. Wouldn’t you agree?” You asked. His eyes looked so full, just as the clouds up above. So full and ready to burst. They called to the storm lurking within your chest. A storm that shook at the doors you had struggled to snap shut.

“That we do.” You nodded in agreement, letting the sound of the grass shifting fill the space between you two.

“I remember a flower.” Something sharp shot through his eyes. A sharpness you kept your features comforting for. “Golden in make with the most breathtaking detail.”

“It was just a flower. Why protect it so dearly?” His voice strained against his question. A question that had your mind floating back to a cold day. A cold, unforgiving day that teased your will to keep the storm in your chest back.

“It was a gift.”

“Gifts can be replaced.” You shook your head slowly.

“You gifted it.”

“I could have bought another. I could have bought many other things. Better things than some shiny comb--”

“It was mine.” That storm in your chest flared.

Something sharp punctured through your neck. Through your stomach and chest.

Horrid warmth splashed over your skin.

Pain flared in your nose, ribs, legs, fingers.

Nails tore and cracked. Bone.

The storm quelled against the bits of the sky watching you. Quelled against the pale skin of the man sitting before you. Quelled as your eyes traced the red markings around his eyes and over his cheeks. Traced the red paint cutting down the sharp angle of his nose.

He didn’t even blink at your outburst. At the horrors that flashed over your skin with it.

“It was mine yet they took it.” Your voice gave a small falter, “They took many things.” The breeze brushed over your cheeks like a mother might comfort her child. “That is the truth of the matter, yes?”

A clicking bang shot through the grassy field. A sound echoing from that box that seemed all too far away.

It wanted out.

It wanted to be free.

And you wanted to help it.

“Stop.” Kusuiuri hissed. A hiss that revealed the sharp points of his canines.

You smiled at his beauty. Beautiful that was otherworldly. You smiled as you rose to your feet. Feet so numb you hardly felt them as you crossed the short distance between the two of you. He watched you the whole way, chin rising gradually so he could keep watching you as you came to a stop before him.

“You know the truth…” You whispered weakly. His lips pressed tightly. So tight you thought they bit fuse together as you knelt before him.

You pressed closer. So close his hardly audible breath brushed against your cheeks.

Numb fingers felt over the solidness of his arm. Danced down till you grabbed hold of his hand.

“And you know the shape.” You guided his hand to rest over your heart. His eyes fluttered on threat of close. “You know this shape better than I know it.” Warm fingers reached upwards to feel over the numb skin of your neck. “You’ve explored it inside and out. Watched it walk and dance and run. Watched it sleep and burst with pleasure.” His breath sucked inward on a shakey pull. A shakiness that was beginning to seep into his bones. “You found that shape lying there. In the dirt. Broken. Bent into a different sort of form than it had been that very morning.”

Your mind floated back to that cold day. To the sharp feel of rock digging into flesh and dirt that had invaded your mouth. To the numbness that had seeped all too quickly into your bones.

Numbness that had stayed with no hope of it ever leaving.

“I--” He paused. You’d never known him to hesitate. Never. “I know your body…your shape.”

A clicking rattled at the box. A clicking that seemed to cut through that never-relenting numbness, if only for a moment.

“Let’s go back to talking of the rain.” He breathed, fingers holding your neck just that more tightly. Fingers that pulled you even closer.

“The rain is a fascinating bit of weather. How do the clouds keep hold of it? Why does it fall? When does it decide it is time to do so? What is its reasoning?” Kusuiuri pressed his forehead against yours. A forehead that shook once in denial of your words.

“I don’t want to know that.” You felt disappointment hollow out your chest.

“Please…I want you to know.” You pressed, numb fingers smoothing down his arm once more.

“No.” He insisted, eyes squeezing shut. You let your fingers dance over his shoulder and up his neck. Let your thumb smooth over his pale cheek. Over his unpainted bottom lip. His eyes softened against such touches. Touched he leaned into.

“Why not?” You asked.

“Because I…” He gave another hesitation you had never seen him give before today. “Please.”

“Tsk, tsk. All this over little old me?” You teased weakly, “I hold nothing over any other of my kind.” His eyes snapped wide open then. Both hands moved to grab hold of your face. Hands that only made you yearn more for freedom because you could not feel them.

“You do. You hold not only beauty over them but kindness and comfort and laughter. You are a friend to me when I’ve gone too long without one.” He had freed you before. Freed you from the haunting horrors your father had plagued upon you. He had shone like an angel washed in golden light when he’d done it. Had gifted you freedom and hadn’t blinked an eye when you followed him all over Japan. You had been with in since that day. Had never once dreamed of leaving. Until…

“There will be others.” You murmured, fingers messing with the ends of his silken hair.

“No. There will not be.” You hummed in thought at his words.

“I heard once people come back…maybe they come back with the same face but with a different name. Or the same name and a different face. Or, rarely, with the same face and name.” Kusuiuri nodded.

“I’ve seen it.” You smiled at his confirmation.

“I wonder if I will be granted that same privilege?” Kusuiuri's short brows furrowed at your question.

“I--that is not for me to know.” You nodded.

“How--exciting then.” He looked far from excited. Looked so--shaken by that unknown. You wished to ease that. Wished he wouldn’t worry for you. Not when he didn’t worry for any other who had shifted in much the same way you had. “If I return…you’ll find me and I swear I shall be your friend once more.”

“You will not remember me.” You pressed your nose against his trying, trying, to feel him.

“I will. My soul knows yours. I feel it…it’s the only thing I feel. I’m certain of it.” Kusuiuri nuzzled his nose against yours. “I…I want you to know the reason…please.” His hold on your face tightened the smallest bit like he might be able to hold you forever.

“...reveal it then.” You smiled brightly at him, cupping his face between your palms and keeping his eyes at level with yours.

“The reasoning is this: I love you.” Kusuiuri’s face crumbled in a way so foreign to you. In a way so uncharacteristic of him yet it never once took away that beauty of his. Made him more so. Painfully so. “You freed me once. You showed me kindness. You made me laugh and cry and feel things I never thought possible.” The clicking clutter rang sharply in the air the longer you spoke. Grew louder and louder as you felt your body relax further and further.

“I fell in love with you over and over again and if I am to return one day, I will gladly do so again. And I--I held on a bit too tight to that love…didn’t I?” You chuckled, tears burning over your cheeks.

The top of the box flew open and silence fell over the world.

The wind blew a bit sharper just as the sun began to be blotted from the sky.

“Free me…one last time?” Kusuiuri’s eyes were like pools of water. Water that threatened to spill over their confines just as yours had.

Soft lips pressed to yours. Lips you melted into as you always did. Lips that tasted of sunshine and exotic spices and things you mourned to feel again.

“I know the shape, the truth, and the reasoning of you, Mononoke.” He whispered against your mouth. A small, sobbed laugh sprung from your lungs. A bittersweet thing that had you pressing your lips to his one last time. “And I will free you as you wish.”

Cold.

That day was so cold. Full of so much pain and sorrow and regret.

It was a day that stole not only your worldly possessions but your spiritual ones too. It leeched the very feeling from your fingertips and heart, leaving you feeling oh so hallow.

And yet, as the now stormy sky grew bright in that golden light you always adored to see, you felt it.

You felt warmth.

You felt peace.

You felt the rain.

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