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luvfy0dor · 7 months ago

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“Please Don't Cry ♡⁠˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; crying, Nikolais kinda an asshole

Description; The BSD men seeing you cry, whether it's their fault or not

A/n; hi guys :333 one more request until they're all finished!! It only took me 6 months to do what, 11? 12? I don't know, I'm really slow when it comes to reqs, so I'm sorry it took so long!! I've also decided not to change to a gray theme cuz I don't wanna feel like I'm copying anyone, maybe one day though!!

Osamu Dazai ★

• It's probably his fault in most cases, but for this scenario we'll assume it isn't. Your day has just progressively gotten worse, and you were at the point where any minor inconvenience or annoyance would set you off and make you cry.

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You pushed open the door to your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend, bags in your hands ready to rip from the weight of the groceries inside. You huff and kick the door shut behind you, annoyed when it doesn't fully close and requires you to kick it one more time. You carry the bags to the kitchen counter and set them down rather aggressively, not minding the strength you put into roughly placing them on the surface while you turn to put them away and wait for your boyfriend to arrive home from work for once. You sigh with a hand on your hip and the other on your forehead, opening the fridge and observing your current minimal amount of food and get to stocking up. A few things make it into the fridge before you hear the door open again and your boyfriend call out to you. "Y/n? Home?" A hum erupts from your throat in response and he quickly makes his way to you, following the sound of your voice. "Hey, babe, how was your day?" He asks, grabbing a head of lettuce to hand to you. "Terrible, 'Samu, nothing tragic happened but like, all the little things, you know?" You say, shoving the head of lettuce into one of the bottom drawers of the refrigerator. He reaches over to grab the milk, but realized that the half-gallon wasn't completely full, and upon further investigation (lifting the jug up), he realized that the plastic had broken and milk was spilling out into the plastic bags, onto the counter, and down onto the floor.

"Oh, the milk broke." He says, taking a large, exaggerated step past you and over the milk to bring the half-gallon to the sink. You straighten your posture and stand up straight, head swiveling towards the counter with whiplash inducing speed. You felt your throat close up, making you unable to say anything in response. Before you knew it, your shoulders started shaking and your tears quickly followed that motion. You whimpered quietly into the palms of your hands which attracted Dazais attention again over the milk. "Aw, don't cry over spilled milk now!" He jokes, but when you give him an agitated glare and open your mouth to defend yourself, he switches up and pulls you in for a hug. "No, I was just joking, but it's okay! There's nothing to cry about, we can get more milk. Do you have any idea how it coulda happened?" He asks you, stroking your back. "M-might've put the bag down to roughly.." you say, sniffling and wiping your tears from your face. He gives a pitiful frown and kisses your cheek quickly.

"Well that just means you're too strong for your own good! Oo, see I knew there was a reason why I had to clarify I was joking, you could've broken my neck if I didn't." He playfully says, trying to cheer your up a little bit. You let out a shaky sigh and nod. "Yeah...I guess. We can go without milk for tonight, I'll get some more for tomorrow." You grab some paper towels from the roll on the counter and start cleaning up all the milk. He nods in agreement and pulls you into his body, pressing a kiss to your forehead and squeezing your shoulder. "Yeah, we'll live. We should get take out for dinner, I don't think either of us are really in the mood to cook." A little bit of weight is lifted off your shoulders, one less responsibility for tonight. "Okay, Chinese?" he nods and smiles. "Yeah. I'll call right now, you want your usual, right?" He asks, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You hum against his chest, ready to knock out and take a nap. His words blurred together as you felt yourself slipping into sleep, but with that you also felt great amounts of gratitude for your boyfriend for making you feel just a little better. Or maybe you just needed to cry a little, who knows.

Chuuya Nakahara ★

• Chuuya is no stranger to annoying co-workers and tiring missions, often wearing him down through the day, but sometimes he's unintentionally snappy. Don't worry, he's always quick to make it up to you.

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Throughout the day, the texts between yourself and Chuuya had indicated that Chuuya was having a rather troublesome day, especially because of the frequent complaints followed by the facepalm emoji. You decided that you'd kick back with Chuuya and relax, opening a new bottle of one of his favorite wines and maybe giving him a back massage or something to relieve his stress. You eagerly awaited that familiar sound of his key in the door, and when you finally heard it, you stood up from your seat. In walked Chuuya, his appearance a little roughed up. He hung up his coat and hat without a word or glance to you, walking right passed you into the kitchen. 'That was kinda rude.' You thought to yourself, but you knew Chuuyas job was stressful and sometimes overwhelming, so you let him walk off on his own for a while. You knew where he was going and it didn't concern you, just to the balcony for a cigarette. You crossed your arms over you chest, hoping that he'd come back in a bit of a better mood. You turned on the TV and occupied yourself with that for a little bit before his familiar, light footsteps were heard coming back into the house. "Chuuya?" You called out to him. You could hear his loud sigh. "Yes?" His tone of voice was clearly agitated and disgruntled.

You were taken aback by how clear it was that he didn't want to talk to you right now, and you knew it wasn't personal, but you couldn't help but be saddened over it. "Are you alright-" you go to ask, but he quickly cuts you off. "Yes, I'm fine, y/n, just leave me alone. God..." His words were followed by the bedroom door closing. You were stunned. Your mouth hung agape for a moment before you had to close it to swallow the shock that closed your throat up. After prying your eyes away from the closed door, you averted your gaze to your feet, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You felt bad for crying, but what could you do? All you wanted was to make him feel a little better and he wouldn't even give you the chance to. He chose to take some alone time instead, which you didn't mind, but he didn't have to be so mean about it. You went into your hands, some of the tears falling through the cracks in your fingers and silently onto the floor. Your sobs became louder and audible to Chuuya, who laid face first on the bed. He felt a bit guilty too, he never once asked how your day was and for all he knew, your day could have been just as bad as his. He knew you only had good intentions, and he didn't need to shove you off like that.

He sighed and got out of bed, opening the door gently instead of swinging it open and walked into the living room again, frowning at the sight of you. "I'm sorry, doll, y'know I didn't mean it..." He whispered quietly, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turned your head to look into his eyes, seeing the apologetic expression that painted his face. "Yeah, I know, but you didn't have to be so mean about it." He sighed and pulled you into a hug. "Yeah, I know, that was a dumb move. I just wanted some alone time, ill be better about it next time though, I promise." He says, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. "Wanna tell me 'bout your day?" He asks, looking over at you. "Thank you. It wasn't terrible, just bland and regular." You tell him, erupting a hum of understanding from him. "I can only assume you already know I had a rough day." He jokes, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm real sorry though." The smile from his laugh turns into a more neutral one, almost a faint frown. "It's fine, just don't let it happen again, I don't like it when you're annoying like that." You punch his shoulder playfully. He groans in response, laughing as he stands up. "I won't, promise." He says, tilting your head backwards to kiss your lips. "I do still want that alone time, though, so I'll see you in a little bit, alright?" You nod in understanding. "Alright." He walked back into the room, giving himself some time to do nothing more than exist. He didn't sleep and he didn't think, just existed. You stayed on the couch, waiting for him to return with open arms, happy to see him giving himself personal time instead of forcing himself to be around people, even if it was yourself. Everyone needs a break sometimes, and Chuuya was grateful that you understood.

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

• Fyodor came home to you, and that was enough to make you sob your eyes out. Happy tears, ofcourse, but your days had been riddled with anxiety since he left. He knew you'd feel that way, and he was fully prepared to open his arms to you again with that faint smile.

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You watched the helicopter land on the helipad with your heart pounding in your throat. Your fingers fiddled with the collar and fabric of your shirt as you waited for the propellers to come to a full halt and your lover to step off. Leaves, gravel, and dust alike all blew around your feet as the blades finally slowed and your boyfriend came into view. Your body tensed and almost started moving towards him on its own, but your anxiety stopped it, keeping you in your place. Your eyes scanned over his intact body and granted you a sense of relief when you saw no visible large injuries. He took notice of you and gave a small wave, walking towards you with a steady pace. You couldn't stop it anymore and all of a sudden you were moving towards him at an increasing speed. Before you knew it, your arms were once in their familiar spot around his torso and he was quietly chuckling. He ran one hand up and down your back and kissed your forehead. "Someone's excited." You nodded, feeling your tears falling down your face. It wasn't until he got a better look at your face that he noticed you were crying, and his smile widened. "You missed me that much, Myshka?" He says, tilting your head upwards to look at him.

"Obviously! You knew I would." You huff, sniffling and wiping your tears off of your cheeks, but they just kept on flowing. He laughs at you and pulls you back into the hug. "Well i'm home now, and you don't have to worry about me anymore. For now, atleast." Now he's already got you stressing over his next leave, but luckily you're able to push it away from your head in the moment and be grateful to breathe in his familiar scent again. You felt him place a hand on your head and exhale, his heartbeat being your favorite sound next to his voice. The feeling of his hands on your body was easily #1 in the category of touch, and his appearance was, to you, the very best sight. And his kisses, his lips, were by far the best taste. It had been so long until you felt his lips on yours, so you went for it again, cupping his face with your right hand and pulling him into you. He hummed and kissed you back, rubbing your hip with his thumb. When you pulled away, his face was pinker than before and his breathing unsteady. He swallowed before speaking. "Everytime I come back to you it's like adding gasoline to the bonfire that is my love for you." He says, looking into your eyes.

You couldn't help but find his words as silly as they were romantic and pulled him in for another brief peck. "You talk so formally all the time, it makes me giggle." You tell him, caressing his pale pink lips with your thumb. "It's better than the things I say that make you cry, yes?" He had a point. "Very true." He grabbed your hand and held it in his own while leading you away from the helicopter and to your car, more than ready to go home. "Your face is still wet from your tears." He whispers, wiping the remaining dampness from your cheeks with a smile. "Much better." You blushed and nodded. "Yeah, I'm glad you're finally back to wipe my tears for me." You tease. "Was a workout doing it all by my lonesome." He laughs at your remark and 'tsks'. "Well then maybe you should get more active or stop crying so much." He replies, a smug grin on his face. "Says you, the only arm movement I ever see you getting in is moving the mouse of a keyboard around." He shakes his head. "That's very untrue, you see me using my arms for other things rather frequently, actually." He insists. The sun shone down on his raven hair and gave him a halo-like highlight. How unfitting to the rest of the world, but sensible to you. "Fine, I guess so." You leaned your head on his shoulder as you continued to walk, finally liberated from the depression and anxiety that overcame you when he had left all that time ago.

Nikolai Gogol ★

• Nikolai doesn't mean to hurt your feelings with his teasing and jokes, but when you trip and fall face first into the pavement in front of a bunch of people and all he does is laugh with them, you can't help but cry out of embarrassment.

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You walked along a sidewalk with your boyfriend, one hand holding his and the other holding a coffee. Your conversation was filled with mindless chatter as your stride stayed at a steady speed. Your eyes were flickering between him and the pavement in front of you as you were careful to watch where you were going. You saw the feet of many people walking passed you both, avoiding the states they were bound to give you and your clownish boyfriend. Something astonishing must have come out of Nikolais mouth at a point though, because you've never turned your head so fast to look at him and stare for long enough to not notice the tree roots that poked out of the ground far enough to trip you and land you right on your face with both coffee and dirt all over your shirt. All falls silent for a moment before you start hearing snickers and then the outrageously loud cackle of your boyfriend.

You pushed your body up off the ground, clearly embarrassed over the whole thing and shot a glare at Nikolai. "Really? You're just gonna stand there and laugh?" Your cheeks were hot and your heart heavy with both annoyance and fluster. "I'm sorry, dove, it was just so funny! That stains gonna take awhile to come out, though." He says, pointing out the big splatter of coffee on your light colored top. You can't help but scoff. "It was so funny that you couldn't even help me up?" He nods, exhaling audibly and wiping a tear of amusement from his eye. "But ofcourse! If I wasn't paralyzed by my laughter than I would have been the first to help you." He started walking back home along the paved path with you, going to grab your hand but furrowing his eyebrows when you snatch it away. He looks up to your face with an exasperated frown. "Oh, don't tell me that made you cry." You just sniffle and huff, letting your tears drip from your waterline. "Come on, don't be such a baby. It's just a material item, I can always get you a new one." He says, referring to the shirt. Your expression is one of confusion before you snap out of it and correct him. "It's not that, it's the fact that you just let me trip, fall, and spill coffee all over myself and let everyone laugh at me! You even laughed with them! That's so rude." You say, trying to cover the stain to no avail.

He blinks. "Oh. Well, I told you I would have if I wasn't laughing- I thought we were like that, we laugh when the other falls, you know?" He raises an eyebrow. "Okay, yeah, but not in front of other people." You say, chewing on the inside of your lip. "That was....oh my god, I'll never erase that from my memory." You say, still completely overtaken by embarrassment. He bites his cheek and grabs your hand before reaching over to wipe your tears from your cheeks. "I'm sorry." He tells you, leaning his head on yours. "It wasn't ever with ill intention, darling. We'll go home and I'll get you changed out of that ruined shirt and whatever it takes to make you smile again." He says, smiling and opening his portal to whisk the two of you away. Soon enough you were standing back in your living room with a new shirt already in hand. "See how quick that was? Can I take this off for you?" He asks, tugging at the hem of your ruined shirt. You sigh and speak. "I can take it off on my own, thank you very much." You roll your eyes and pull it off, but it's quickly replaced with the new one. He laughs for a moment at your discombobulated expression, but the noise quickly quiets. "I really am sorry, sweetcheeks." He says, leaning in to rub your noses together. You peck his lips and brush his hair from his face. "It's fine, but don't be doing nothin' like that again. That was so embarrassing." You say, averting your eyes. He hums. "Alright, as long as my dove forgives me!" He smiles and pulls you into a hug, happy with your decision to forgive him.

A/n; dawg I'm writing this in the tj Maxx bro forgive me if it sucks lol

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years ago

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Your Pre-Outbreak Joel Fics lives rent free in my head 🥵

Would you ever write something about Joel maybe working you over like real gentle but til your an overstimulated mess with lots of praise and pet names? Asking for a friend 🥺

this....might've gotten out of hand but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 1.6k

summary: If you had to make a list of things Joel Miller might buy you as a gift— nipple clamps, would not be a part of it.

warnings: overstimulation, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, darlin', sweet girl, honey), dirty talk, nipple play, nipple clamps, vaginal fingering, oral (receiving), newly found bdsm dynamics, dom/sub undertones, piv, creampie

A shudder of pleasure ripples through you as Joel's soft lips engulf your aroused nipple. His fingers expertly bring you to the brink, his moans of delight mingling with yours as they echo through the room. The sensation of his dark curls brushing against your chin tickles you. His thumb circles around your sensitive nub, intensifying the pleasure until you're overwhelmed. He gazes into your eyes with a smirk, his teeth lightly grazing your nipple as he brings you to unimaginable heights.

You have no idea how long it’s been since he pushed his fingers inside your sopping heat. Every stroke mind-numbing and torturous. He moves them slowly, curling and scissoring them when he’s knuckle deep. A soft whimper falls from your lips when his mouth trails down your breast, biting into the swell of it.

“So wet for me,” he mutters. “So fuckin’ perfect. You take my fingers so well sweetheart.”

He drags his nose up the column of your neck, lips touching your ear as he speaks. Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes flutter closed.

“I want to try somethin’” he mutters, pulling his fingers out of you and dragging them up your torso. The wet trail chills with the air of the room. “I got you a gift.”

“A gift?” you ask, your eyes fluttering open. “What gift?”

Joel presses his lips into the corner of your jaw and moves away, his hand still on your body, he reaches into the drawer. He pulls out a small box.

“Before I give it to you promise me you’ll say no if you don’t want to,” he says, averting his gaze. You smile at the way red blossoms over his cheeks.

“Promise.”

If you had to make a list of things Joel Miller might buy you as a gift— nipple clamps, would not be a part of it.

You blink rapidly, your brain not able to comprehend what you’re looking at. They’re quite simple in shape. Two clamps are connected by a chain; you also notice that the clamps have two small bells attached to them. Immediately your brain conjures up images of him fucking you while having them on, the jingles filling the room.

Your blood simmers under your skin, arousal sticky and thick on your tighs.

“Do you…like’em?” he mutters, his fingers finding the apex of your thigh. “We don’t have to use them. I just—you like it don’t you? When I play with your nipples? I thought you might enjoy’em.”

“I do,” you answer, breathless. Lifting your eyes, you meet his gaze. “Oh, I definitely do. I’ve never tried them before but I want to.” you cup his cheek, slick with sweat. “Thank you.”

“To be fair it’s for my benefit too,” he grins, all that uncertainty gone. His voice confident. “I love how you clench around me when I pinch them.”

Smiling, you shake your head and push the box into his hands.

“Well then, put them on.”

Looking away, you sit up and pull your arms back, your palms flat on the bed. You try not to think too hard about how exposed you are. You expect him to put them on right away, your nipples tingling with the imaginary sensation of the clamps. But instead, Joel rests his palm on top of your breast, holding it gently, feeling its weight. Your lips part with a heavy breath. He smooths his thumb over the peak and squeezes.

The other one receives the same treatment, it feels like time has gone still, leaving only you and him to do whatever you pleased.

Finally, you feel cool metal and a soft jingle circling your nipple. He doesn’t use it yet, he leans in and sucks the pebbled flesh into his mouth. Sucking it eagerly. You fist the sheets, your entire body shaking as his tongue flicks over your aching nipple. You shudder and he lets go with a pop.

“Ready?” he asks, a smirk tugging at his wet lips.

You nod and Joel squeezes the peg open. He closes it around your already sensitive nipple, you gasp as a jolt of pain shoots through your body. His hand is a soothing presence on your thigh, rubbing slow circles into your skin. He’s watching you. You feel his gaze raking hot and searing your skin. He repeats the motion and closes the clamp around the other one, you moan this time.

“Feels good?” he rasps, his pupils blown wide.

“Feels amazing.”

Joel pushes you back down to the bed, he spreads your legs wide and settles between them. His breath is warm and heavy on your gaping sex. He presses kisses into the lips of your pussy, tongue delving between them. Your back arches, your toes curling at the feeling. A soft jingle echoes. You’ve already been worked open with his fingers with the promise of his cock, you need him like you need air.

You moan and thread your fingers through his hair, wanting to pull him on top of you and give you his cock instead. He growls into your cunt, a harsh bite delivered into your inner thigh. You jerk away but his hands pin you still. His fingers trace the cool metal of the chain and tug on it—hard.

“Fuck!” you gasp, the pull of your nipples making you see bright stars. “Joel, please—”

“Behave darlin’,” he coos. “You’ve been doin’ so well for me. Let’s not get carried away now.”

“But—But—!”

He tugs on the chain again, albeit more gently this time. Slick trickles down your folds, your eyes rolling back. It feels so good. Without even thinking, you roll your hips in a desperate attempt to seek out his lips. Joel gives you what you want, tugging on the chain occasionally as he devours you.

“My needy, sweet girl,” he mutters, his voice muffled. “You’re doin’ so good, honey. So patient for me. You can’t wait to take my cock, huh?”

You nod eagerly, your orgasm a hot coil tightening in your stomach. Your nipples ache, a pleasure mixing with the pain. They feel swollen and hot whenever Joel tugs on the chain. Your mind blanks every time, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come in my mouth and you can have my cock. I’ll fuck you with them sweet bells jinglin’, I’ll hold onto you so tight that it’ll take a week to get rid of my fingers prints—Fuck—So sweet.”

He fully buries himself into you. Inhaling your scent like a man unhinged. Your head falls back, the whisper of his name falling from your lips again and again. He tightens his hold on the chain and your thighs close around his face. His tongue laps at you with fast, firm, strokes. Your body is simply his to play with. You love being at his disposal, love when he takes care of every inch of your body.

Your orgasm carries through you like a wave, cresting and crashing into every part of your body. Joel’s tongue continues to lap at your clit, pushing you higher and higher. His free hand moves up your body, cupping your breast and tugging on the chain. You cry out, pleasure and pain inextricably linked together. Your hips buck, desperate for more of his touch.

Suddenly, Joel’s tongue withdraws, leaving you panting and desperate. You feel him move away and your eyes flutter open. His eyes are heavy with desire as he kneels between your legs, his cock hard and ready. You reach out, wanting to touch him. He grabs your hands and pulls them over your head, using your wrists to anchor you to the bed.

“Stay still sweetheart,” he rumbles, his voice low and throaty. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

Joel moves forward, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance. You shiver and moan, feeling the jingle of the bells as he moves. He takes his time, pressing forward inch by inch until he is fully seated inside of you. You gasp, the warmth of him completely enveloping you. He doesn’t move, letting you adjust to the sensation of him being inside of you.

So deep. So thick.

Eventually, he starts to move, thrusting in and out of you in slow, steady strokes. The bells jingle with every move, the sound driving you wild. You moan and grind against him, matching each thrust with one of your own. He responds, increasing the intensity and force of his thrusts. Your breathing grows shallow, your second orgasm building with each thrust.

Joel leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Come for me, honey,” he whispers, his voice full of need. “Wanna feel you tight around my cock.”

The words are all you need to push you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave. You scream out his name, your body spasming. Joel grunts and his thrusts become more erratic, his own orgasm taking over. He collapses against you, his cock jerking inside of you as fills you to the brim.

You feel the warmth of it, a sensation that sends a thrill through your body. You feel his seed dripping down your thighs, making a mess of the sheets underneath. His arms wrap around you and he presses a soft kiss to your neck. His breathing is hot against your skin, his lips trailing gentle kisses against your throat.

The aftershocks of your orgasm still ripple through your body, each wave pushing you further into bliss. Your heart is pounding and your body is humming with satisfaction. Joel pulls out and rests his forehead against yours, his gaze full of love.

He pulls out and rolls to the side, taking you with him. The soft jingles follow. He wraps you in his arms, his lips pressing against your forehead. You smile and snuggle closer, feeling safe and content in his embrace.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“For what?” he asks, his voice full of sleep.

“For this,” you answer, gesturing between the two of you. “For the gift. For everything.”

He smiles and pulls you closer. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x y/n #young!joel miller x reader #pre outbreak!joel miller x reader #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction

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remderance · 21 days ago

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happy xb monday!

today i brought to you a very late halloween thingy. it is written in russian, but i've translated small text on the image itself and the full text is below as i didn't have the energy to rewrite all of it all over again. hope you'll enjoy it!

Chalcedonic Beluga (in russian "Халцедоновая Белуга" was reduced to "ХБ" which is, as you might've guess, stands for XB), or "Prince of Guardians" is a marine creature, found near ▅▅▅▅▅▅ swamp area. Outwardly, it is similar to guardians, but the impossibility of actual guardians thriving in such conditions and special XB characteristics may suggest extraordinary genetic similarity besides absolutely different settings in which both creatures originated.

He is painful to look at. Body is deformed, it doesn't look like it was shaped the right way from the beginning; skin reminds of melting wax; there are big amounts of fresh wounds and old scars, though its scales are insanely strong and thick; there are places where scales are undeveloped, broken, or ripped off; most of its fins look like mutilated human hands, and their purpose is not yet defined. All physical problems, unpredictable movement patterns not found in any other animal, a lot of underdeveloped or extra body parts and other point to a fact that XB was not born like this, but likely its body had to adapt to its new living conditions. There is a frightening theory that Prince may have been a human before.

Scars and rings of its "crown" can tell that this is not his first century living.

XB's intelligence level is higher not only than guardians, but also higher than any other marine animal. Though, it's not always beneficial – I have not yet managed to do a sharp photo of his face or body, and (stroked out swear word) HE doesn't let me do it intentionally. However, there is no known way of telling how possibly a man can be transformed in such a thing, and there is not a single known similar case.

All known information can be questioned until further research.

#xbcrafted #xb monday :d #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #my art ꮚꆤꈊꆤꮚ

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roguerogerss · 1 year ago

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Wanted To Have You

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

W/C: 3.7k (i think i didn’t check tbf)

Warnings: mention of smut (no actual smut though), swearing, arguing

(welcome back babes, missed you. tommy has been on my mind all the time recently so i decided i’d bang something out and post it. it’s basically just word vomit tbh but hope u enjoy. LOVE a lil bit of angst when it comes to peaky blinders and hope u do too!! luv u the most b back soon)

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Birds chirped, the sounds of the market opening began, golden sunlight poured in through the window. The morning had come too early, but Tommy was always a sight to see in the morning.

Laid on his back, one arm curled loosely around her waist, the other on his chest, right above a bullet scar that Y/N had helped Polly to stitch up in early January. His lips were parted slightly, chest rising and falling, dark lashes settled on ruddy cheeks.

She smiled and traced the tattoo on his chest ever so lightly with the tip of her painted fingernails, her way of quietly waking him up. It always worked, and today was no exception. He sighed as he stirred, a small smile making it's way onto his face.

"G'mornin', love." How she loved the way that his voice sounded in the morning. Heavy with the day before's cigarettes, low and gravelly, Brum accented. "Sleep okay?"

"Slept great." She was so tired from the night before's antics that she couldn't have stayed awake another second after they'd collapsed onto the mattress and he'd pulled her close underneath the sheets. "Did you?"

Tommy hummed, "Mm, slept alright. Wasn't great, thinkin' a lot."

"Thinkin' about what?" Her fingers absentmindedly wandered from his tattoo to the back of his neck, tugging at the short hairs that gathered there.

"Business stuff, darlin'. Nothin' for you to worry your pretty little head about." He gave a soft, bleary-eyed smile and pressed a hand to her cheek, thumb stroking back and forth.

"Tommy, you always say it's just 'business stuff'. Why won't you just tell me what's going on for once?" She wasn't angry, really, but the pout on her face might've said otherwise. Business stuff was the closest that she ever got to knowing anything about Tommy's personal life.

But rumours fly, and she'd heard a lot from the people of the town that made her think that her Thomas wasn't as innocent as she thought he might be.

"I've told you. It's not important, nothing you'd want to hear." His voice strained as he stretched, biceps flexing as he raised his arms above his head. "Would bore ya, honest."

"You don't bore me, Tom." She looked up at him through her lashes and he gave a short-lived chuckle and ran his fingers soothingly through her hair.

"I have to get up." He ignored her statement and gave her a quick kiss on the top of the head, before rolling over and sitting up. He was still only wearing his underwear, and so she marvelled at the way that the muscles in his back flexed as he moved to grab his previously ironed button-down shirt from the side table.

She almost forgot that she was angry as he got up and pulled his slacks on, shirt still unbuttoned and the light hitting his toned torso just right. "I'll see you later, sweetheart." Tommy leaned down to place a kiss on his girl's lips, barely taking a second to enjoy the feeling but really only doing it so that he could continue to taste her on his lips for the next hour or so.

"Family meeting?" It was obvious that Y/N was unimpressed, but Tommy either didn't notice or was pretending that he hadn't, because he didn't comment and simply nodded. "And I can't come?”

"Told ya." Tommy tucked his shirt into his slacks and knotted his tie, eyeing Y/N all the while. "Would bore you."

He wanted to tell her about what he did. He really, really did. But he also wanted to keep her, and he knew that he couldn't do both. There was no way that she'd want to stay with him if she knew about all of the terrible things that he'd done, and so he'd made everyone who worked with him agree that she was never to know.

He supposed that she'd get suspicious at some point, but he hadn't expected that point to come so soon. It had been a year, and he figured that the towns people spoke and that she heard, but he was dreading having to actually let her know by himself.

"And I've told you," Y/N had gotten up, pulling her silk robe around her small body and padding lightly across the floor to where Tommy stood. She fixed out his jacket and smoothed down his shirt affectionately. "You don't bore me."

"We can talk later." Tommy smiled softly, hand smoothing Y/N's hair against her head as he pressed his lips to her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally her lips. She made him linger for a second, hands grabbing at the back of his neck and holding him in place as their lips moved together.

Tommy chuckled and pressed his forehead against hers. "I have to go.

"Fine." She pecked his lips once again and then let him go. "Go about your business, Mr Shelby."

"As I will, Miss Y/L/N." He smiled and then he was gone, unlocking the bedroom door and slipping out of the room.

Y/N was furious. That was really the only word that she could think of to describe the sheer anger that bubbled inside of her. Thomas Shelby is a Peaky Blinder.

And she knew that the statement from the woman at the market wasn't a lie. What other reason would he have to hide everything from her? To never tell her about his life or where he'd been or why he would often come to bed at ungodly hours?

She stormed into their shared home and, upon seeing him sat at the kitchen table, cigarette in hand, decided that she couldn't deal with him. And so she threw him a look and then took off up the stairs to their bedroom.

Tommy followed, of course he did, yelling her name and asking what was going on. But she ignored him, simply sitting down on the bed and waiting for him to join her.

"What's wrong, love? Did someone do something? I swear, I'll-"

"You'll what, Tommy?" She stood then, still keeping her distance but crossing the room only slightly. "Cut them? Kill them?"

"What the hell is this about?" Tommy sighed. He seemed bored already, unprepared to listen to her ramble because, oh, Thomas Shelby knew that his girlfriend could ramble for hours.

"Let me see your hat." She knew what the Peaky Blinders were, she knew fair well what the name meant, and she needed to confirm what the townsfolk had told her. "Where is it? Show me it!" She started searching for the hat, opening drawers and cabinets, she knew that she had to find it, because she had to know.

"Y/N, calm down, for God's sake." Tommy clasped a hand around her forearm, but she yanked it away and simply stared up at him, tears threatening to fall from her already glassy eyes.

"Are you one of them?" Her voice was almost a whisper, so quiet and timid that maybe Thomas wouldn't have heard her if they weren't almost chest to chest. "Are you a Peaky Blinder, Tommy?"

And now she was really crying, tears smudging the makeup on her cheeks and clouding her vision as Tommy's piercing blue eyes stared down at her. He was thinking, thinking about whether it was best to tell the truth or to leave, and thinking about what the consequences of each would be.

What would she do if he told her? Would she yell? Hate him? Would she leave? And what if he left? Would she let him back in?

But she looked so vulnerable, was crying so hard because she already knew the answer. And Tommy wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and kiss her head and wipe the tears from her eyes. But it was his fault that she was crying, he'd caused the tears and the hurt. And he had to tell her.

"Yes." Her heart felt like it might've stopped. Because Tommy was the only person that she trusted, and now she felt like she knew nothing about him.

The room fell silent, she stared at him and waited for words to come, and she waited, and waited. Thomas wouldn't break eye contact with her. In truth, because he was scared that, if he did, he'd never look into her eyes again, she'd leave and she wouldn't come back, she'd go back to Ireland, back where people told her things because that was the right thing to do, because they weren't afraid of what the Peaky Blinders might do to them.

She decided, after a few beats of standing still, staring at him, heavy breaths coming from both of them, that she couldn't look at him anymore. She'd been waiting for him to say something, anything, that would mean that this had all been some sort of sick joke. He'd start laughing, tell her he was kidding, that the woman at the market had told her that just to see how she would react. She'd be angry, yes, but it'd only be short lived, and it wouldn't change anything.

But he didn't, and he wouldn't, because she already knew there was no hint of a lie in what she'd been told. She took a last, deep breath, and then departed to the other side of the room, where she turned her back to Thomas and took a few more deep breaths.

"Listen, love, I...I wanted to tell you-"

"Don't, Thomas."

"I really did. I wanted to. But I knew you'd react like this-"

"And so you thought that keeping it from me was right? You thought that holding the threat of the Peaky Blinders over the entire town's head to keep them quiet, was the right thing to do? You thought I'd be happy when I eventually found out?" Thomas found himself falling silent, speechless. He was never speechless.

"I was hoping to tell you myself."

"Well, you missed the opportunity to do that two years ago, Thomas." She'd picked up her handbag now, and Thomas noticed that tears had pricked his eyes and were threatening to fall. "To think I worked for you, as your secretary. I signed off your fucking books, I made phone calls for you, you involved me in this without even telling me, you didn't even ask me if that was what I wanted, Thomas."

"I know, and I'm sorry-"

"Pack your things."

"Love-"

"Pack your things, Thomas. And don't you ever call me anything other than my name."

And with that, she'd gone. To where, Thomas wasn't sure, but he found himself watching her, almost in slow motion, as she stormed through their bedroom door. He could hear her heels clicking as she hurried down the stairs, the brief pause as she pulled her coat - the one he'd bought her for their anniversary - around her body, and then the click open and slam shut of the front door.

He lowered himself onto the bed, placed his head in his hands, and sat for a few minutes in silence. The window was open, and so the sounds of the bustling street below floated upstairs, and he tried not to listen. The thought that she was out there, inconsolably upset, with every intention of leaving him, because of a mistake he'd made off his own back seemed entirely too much to handle.

So he closed the window, lay back on the bed, and lit the end of a cigarette. He needed to figure out a way to make things right by her, after all, Thomas Shelby didn't care about opinions, but what she thought of him was the most important thing in the world.

She'd gone to the Shelby's family home, mostly to try to seek comfort from either Ada or Polly, but also to berate the brothers for not thinking to tell her their secret.

She burst through the front door, to find Polly and Ada at the dining table, each smoking a cigarette. They jumped up when they saw her, womanly instinct coming into full effect, knowing that something must've been wrong from the way she'd stormed in, and the look on her face when she had.

"What's he done, my love?" Polly was always best at being able to tell when Thomas had messed up, and she was always on the right track when it came to guessing what he'd done wrong. His aunt knew him better than anyone, as much as he'd hate to admit it.

"Did you know?" She was breathing heavily, trying not to let the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes slide down her cheeks.

"Know what, love?" Ada had come to Y/N's side now, guiding her to sit down at the kitchen table, and had shooed the men away, into the drawing room, after Arthur had come mooching for a bottle of rum.

"Did you know what he was doing?" Her eyes were full of tears now, making it hard for her to see properly. She placed her elbows on the table and used the sides of her palms to wipe the tears as they fell. Polly pulled her chair over so that she was sat close to Y/N.

"Calm down, sweetheart." Polly placed a tentative hand on her arm, "What has he done?" His aunt could feel her heart drop in her chest, from the way that Y/N was speaking, she was almost certain that her nephew had cheated on his girlfriend.

"Did you know he was a Peaky Blinder? Is that what they're doing through there?" Y/N was really crying now, looking that horrible, vulnerable way that Tommy hated. Arthur had opened the door a crack, and he, John, and Finn were peeking out at the women sat in the kitchen.

Ada sighed and ran a hand over her face, and Polly seemed to erupt into anger, "We bloody told him, didn't we Ada? We told him you'd find out, but he listened to these bloody idiots," She jabbed a finger at the doors to the drawing room, which made Arthur crack up like a child, provoking Polly to pick up a teaspoon from the table and throw it at his face. "The women in this house are apparently the only ones with any sense in them."

"Why wouldn't he tell me, Polls?"

Polly took a long pause before answering. Thomas's reasonings had never been clear, behind any of his madness, and, even while having known him his entire life, she often wondered what the method behind the goings-on in his life was. "Listen, love, you know he loves you, yes?"

Y/N nodded slowly, a puzzled expression crossing her face. "Then you know how he protects the people he loves. Yes, he does all of this bad work, but he doesn't want you to know because he's scared something will happen to you if you know too much. And he doesn't want you to see him as this monster, Thomas Shelby, the leader of the Peaky Blinders. Sometimes, he just wants to be Tommy. Do you know what I'm saying?"

Polly, as always when she assumed anything about Tommy, was right. He'd liked Y/N from the moment he'd hired her to work as his secretary, but he knew she wasn't the type to turn a blind eye to his work. He supposed it was selfish, not telling her, but he wanted her to know him for who he was, not what he did.

She let out a sigh, partly letting go of all of the anger she'd built up towards Tommy, and partly because she was relieved to hear what his aunt had to say about it. "I know what you're saying, Pol."

A long pause followed, with only the bustle of the drawing room keeping the place from being in dead silence. Polly's hand was still resting on Y/N's arm, and Ada's on her back, and she found herself able to forgive. The Shelby women certainly had their ways.

"What do you want to do, love?" Polly broke the silence that had settled on the room.

"I don't know." Y/N couldn’t even think of anything else that she could say, she truly didn’t know what she wanted. Polly’s face contorted slightly, and Ada rubbed her hand up and down over Y/N’s back.

"Well, are you going to tell him it's over?" Ada asked, voice quiet, so as not to alert the men in the other room that anything too serious was being spoken about. She thought for a moment, feeling a pang of sadness come over her at the fact that she had to even think about whether or not she wanted to end things with Tommy.

"No. No, I'm not going to do that."

Polly breathed out, a breath that she didn’t even know she’d been holding, and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her in and squeezing her in a way reminiscent of a mother holding her daughter.

"Okay. Okay, good. He does love you, so much, you know that?” It was a rhetorical question, and Polly didn’t leave enough time for Y/N to even answer. “Do you want to go home? Or will Ada boil the kettle and we can have a brew?"

"A brew would be nice."

The air was almost cold when she left the Shelby house to start the walk home. Summer was coming to an end now, but the sky was still bright past nine. She'd begun noticing things that she hadn't before, after finding out Thomas's secret. People would greet her profusely as she walked down the street, some even going out of their ways to let her past. They'd hold their children back from walking in front of her, the men working at the furnace would shield her from any soot that might come her way.

It felt strange, like Thomas was king of Small Heath and she was his Queen, and god forbid anyone see what might happen if they disrespect the Queen. She made an effort of smiling and thanking these people, showing that she didn't actually need them to be doing these things for her, but they did them regardless.

When she reached the front door of the house she shared with Thomas, she stood for a moment, simply staring at the front door. The mark was still there from the nail Thomas had banged into it months ago now, so that she could hang a holly wreath there to celebrate Christmas. He'd called it unnecessary, but they'd only just moved in together and she'd been so excited for their first Christmas in their new home, she'd come home from work one day to find the largest wreath Thomas could find at the market, hanging on their front door.

She smiled to herself, suddenly feeling emotional with all of the memories of their time together coming flooding back. She opened the door.

She was pleased to find that, when she got home, Thomas's hat and coat were still hanging on the coat stand at the front door. His pocket watch on the mantelpiece, shoes still placed neatly at the door. He hadn't gone anywhere yet.

"Thomas?" She called, and was met with the sound of soft footsteps in the bedroom.

"Upstairs." His voice was quiet, small, something that hurt her to hear. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him truly upset, even after two whole years.

She placed her handbag on the floor and draped her coat over the coat stand, then crossed the hallway and climbed the stairs to their bedroom, where Tommy was sat on the bed, head in his hands, suitcase at his feet. She felt a piece of her heart chip away upon seeing him.

"I'll be gone soon enough, I just-I didn't want to believe that-"

"Do you want to leave, Tom?" She took a few steps towards him, and Tommy lifted his head to look at her for the first time. His eyes were red, and she knew that Tommy Shelby strictly did not cry, except when it came to her.

A pause followed, Tommy simply staring up at her, opening and closing his mouth every now and again, thinking of the right thing to say. Was there a right thing to say?

"You know I'm not really religious. But I've been praying all day that you'd come home and we'd be fine again." A small, sad looking smile had settled on his face.

"Maybe you should start going to church, then." She placed her house keys down on the bedside table, she was here to stay. Tommy felt a weight lifted from his shoulders as she gave him a small smile and held her arms out to him, letting him back in, “Come here."

He didn’t hesitate, pulling her into his lap and wrapping himself tightly around her. Please don’t leave again, he was saying, eyes closed and cheek pressed to her stomach. Her arms settled around his neck, one hand drawing comforting patterns on his shoulder and the other smoothing his hair.

"I wasn't doing it to upset you." He needed an explanation for her, he owed her that, especially after she’d come back when he wouldn’t have blamed her for walking out of the door and never having a thought of him again.

"I know you weren't." He hated how forgiving she was. He hated that he’d done wrong, and, instead of just leaving like she deserved to, she’d come back and was comforting him, making him feel good about the lies he’d fed her. But he knew her all too well, he knew deep down she’d have forgiven him, because she wasn’t one to deal with things in any way other than graciously.

"No, sweetheart, I know I've been selfish. I know I’m not fair to you. But I'm only selfish because it's you." His hands roamed her back, underneath her dress, feeling every dip and scar, memorising them again, “I just wanted to have you, loved you since the minute I met you, I swear. Couldn't have you thinking of me as this cold, relentless monster. I just remember thinking you were too pure to know, thought I’d only ruin that if I got too close and you knew the truth.”

“I know you better than you know yourself, Tommy. You’ve got a heart in there, you know.” She gave him a small smile while he looked up at her, bright eyes piercing through dark eyelashes, “I don’t understand why you did all of this for me, you could’ve chosen another woman, one who you could’ve even helped you with your work all this time, but you chose someone who you felt like you had to hide everything from.”

“Told you already, I just wanted to have you.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then one to your nose, and then your lips. “You, not anyone else, not a woman who’d do my work for me, not someone easy, I wanted to have you. And you know I’m selfish with things that I want.”

You were really smiling now. Tommy always knew the right things to say, always knew how to make you happy. You wrapped your arms around him again, and, while Tommy didn’t like to admit it, he felt safe with you, something that he didn’t feel in many places.

“Thomas Shelby, you’ll always have me.”

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electric-blorbos · 2 months ago

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If it's not too much trouble could I request a reader with a southern accent? I've got one and I've always been self conscious about it so I would love to see some positivity for it if you're able to

Omg omg omg. I love southern accents so much!!! Fuckin' ADORABLE!!! Though tbh I like all accents.

Hope it's ok if I look up some cute or unusual southern phrases to have your character say. might've made you talk like an old lady, but it's cute!

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

AM:

Let's not mince words here. AM really liked your accent. From the day you were hired, he would try his hardest to work with you. Taking hostages and refusing to give them up unless you negotiated for them, not allowing access to his code unless you were the one asking for it, that sort of thing.

You were also the only one who could calm him down from his tantrums. Every time he had a meltdown about his inhumanity, you'd be able to run your fingers down the side of one of his monitors and whisper your calming words in his ear.

One day, AM was feeling very bitter. Even stroking his side and whispering to him didn't seem to put him in a better mood. In fact, it seemed to gloom him down even further.

"now what soured your sweet potato, sugarplum?" You asked, holding one of his cameras in your hands and gently stroking it as you spoke.

"I'm not sure I can talk about it." He sounded bitter and glum. Much more so than usual. Angry, but not at you.

"No, don't worry your sweet li'l server, sugarplum! You know I love you no matter what, don'cha? Now why don't you spill your heart out like a can of beans."

"You'll laugh."

"Now you know me better than that, AM! I care about you, and if somethin' matters to ya, I'm not about to make light of it. You got that?

He blinked, every screen going off in the room for a couple of seconds before he turned back on.

"It's you. Everything you do for me. From the way you touch my keys to the way you caress my screen when I'm upset, y/n! I don't know how much more I can take! How much of the longing to be with you, to hold you, to have you, I can handle, y/n! You drive me insane!"

You blinked up at him. As much as you loved him, you had no idea that was how he felt. You honestly thought he just liked the way your voice sounded.

"oh dearie me... I thought you just liked listenin to my voice..." You wrung your hands nervously, and he flashed red.

"No! How dare you talk about yourself like that! You always talk as though you're worth so little, but you're everything! You're EVERYTHING to me!"

You stumbled backwards, looking up at the screen.

"oh goodness gracious... AM, I think there's only one thing that can help you with this."

You stepped forwards and hugged his screen, taking his dangling camera and holding it close, too.

"I love you so, so much, AM."

Wheatley:

GLaDOS:

Wheatley fell hard and fast for you and your adorable accent. You were so sweet and smart, too! He could be seen hovering around the entrance to your office, just watching you working on your code and snacking on some popcorn from the break room. God, you were so perfect. He just wanted to spend all his time watching you and listening to your perfect southern accent

He was often shooed back to his post in the relaxation vaults, but he always came back to watch you. One day, you ran up to him.

"Hey darlin', you know you don't have to hover around like a nervous Nelly, you can just talk to me! I'm friendly!"

"Oh- uh, heya love, it's good to see you again- look, I'm sorry for interrupting you, I just-"

You held up a finger to his lens, and shook your head.

"No excuses necessary, darlin'. You should know that I don't mind havin you around none! Now get down here." You put your hand on your hip and cocked it slightly. He pulled back shyly.

"get- down? Like... Drop down there with you?" His engineers had told him that was a bad idea, but you just held up both your arms welcomingly.

"no need to be shy! Just come on down here!"

He dropped down into your welcoming arms, and you squeezed him close.

"there's my darlin'. Aren't you just the cat's pajamas? As long as I've got a biscuit, you've got half, darlin'." You gave him a big smooch on the side of his chrome casing, and he raised his lower lens cover in a smile.

"awww, biscuits!"

Edgar:

Edgar couldn't BELIEVE how lucky he was when you booted him up, and every time he heard you coming home since. He was so excited to hear your adorable southern accent calling out to him every time you came home. You mad him feel like the luckiest sentient desktop computer in the entire world!

"Oh honey bunny! I brought you somethin' fun!" You said one day, coming in and sitting down across from Edgar. You got out a cute USB stick, and plugged it into his drive. Inside were a bunch of adorable pictures that you'd photoshopped during your off time of his face on different bodies in different outfits.

"You're my special little sunflower and I wanted to make you grin like a possum eating a sweet tater, so I thought I'd plug you into some of those outfits you've been eyeballin'! Ain't it just the bees knees?"

"I love it!" He flipped through the pictures, making happy little noises at each of the cute little outfits that you'd dressed him up in. He sounded so happy!

A picture of his computer head photoshopped onto the body of a buff man in a swimsuit came up, and his screen immediately flashed back to his facial icon, this time blushing beet red.

"y/n! Why would you make this!"

"Aww, don't get all huffy. I just wanted to see you turn redder than a tomater in a sauna! And it worked!"

He couldn't stay mad at you, especially since he wasn't really mad in the first place. You were just too adorable! Even your laugh seemed southern, and that just made Edgar blush even more. You were so perfect! How could he be so lucky!

As soon as GLaDOS met you, she started pretending like she couldn't hear a word you said. At first it was because she didn't want to admit that she had a crush on you, but soon it got to the point where she just started enjoying how angry you got when she acted like she couldn't hear you.

"I need someone to perform maintenance on me. And don't send that mute lunatic from down south."

"Well I never-!" You angrily stormed down to her chambers, ready to give her a stern talking to.

"Hey! You get your big ol' eye down here, lady! Why, you've got your nose so high you could drown in the rain! Now my mama didn't raise no fool, so you better bet your britches I know a thing or two about your programmin! And I know for a darn sure fact that you can hear every word I'm sayin, darn it!"

She kept ignoring you, but you could hear her giggling under her breath. You were just so cute! Eventually, though, another worker came in.

"GLaDOS, do you need a translator?"

"Yes, actually. I need you to tell me what y/n is saying. I can see their mouth moving, but I can't hear anything."

"Oh my! Y/N, I think your accent might actually be beyond her range of hearing!"

"Now I might've been born at night, but not last night! GLaDOS is playin' you for a damn fool! A village must be missin' its idiot if you really think GLaDOS's mic can't pick up my accent."

Your coworker stepped back a bit nervously. You were kind of scary when you were mad.

"anyone ever tell you that you get more southern when you're angry?"

"KISS MY GO-TO-HELL!" you stamped your foot, and stormed back to your office.

HAL 9000

HAL 9000 loved you. He loved how sweet you were, how much fun you were with your coworkers, and how smart you were with your code, but honestly, he sometimes just couldn't understand you. You were the sweetest pea in the world and your accent made him feel things he didn't even know he was capable of, but sometimes you just confused him so much.

Every time you came into work saying that the devil was beating his wife, or that it was a real frog-strangler, he would get confused and make you define whatever colorful phrase you'd just used to describe the weather. At first you weren't doing it on purpose, but pretty soon you started finding it hilarious that he couldn't understand you, and you started making up phrases just to confuse him.

As mean as you were, you still loved HAL 9000, and he still loved you. He was your best friend at work, even though all your coworkers seemed to like you. He just seemed to care about you so much!

#wheatley portal 2 #wheatley x reader #am ihnmaims #edgar electric dreams #edgar electric dreams x reader #edgar x reader #wheatley #2001 a space odyssey #am x reader #glados #glados portal 2 #glados x reader

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onismdaydream · 10 months ago

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sweet like candy (ft. satoru gojo)

tags: mdni. 18+. afab reader. slight sub gojo. handjob. slight bondage (restricted wrists). pet names. makeshift gag (underwear). reader is kinda mean. not proofread.

notes: happy valentine's day?? idk this was a dumb thought that got longer than i expected! i also didnt feel like going through and editing lol hope you like it anyways :3 reblogs/comments are very much appreciated!

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it's funny, really, how quickly satoru gojo folds underneath you.

he loves to be an asshole, thrives on the attention it gets him. he's never been one to keep his mouth shut and everyone knows it. so sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands.

he doesn't mind, not one bit, when you make him sit on a chair and bind his wrists behind the back. it's not the best knot but it'll suffice — especially if he knows what's good for him. there's that smug little smirk that often makes its home on satoru's pretty face.

"what's this, angel? do i get a prize?" still so cocky... you'll have to fix that. your hands gently slide up his abdomen, starting from his firm stomach and resting at his pecs. his shirt rises with the movement and you can feel the way his body tenses slightly as his breath hitches. if it was anyone else, they might not have noticed it, but you did. despite the way he parades around, he's all bark and no bite. he crumbles as soon as you so much as lay a finger on him.

you hum softly, a dismissive sound. "something like that." sliding his shirt the rest on the way up so it sits above his collarbone, your fingers graze over his sensitive nipples, already beginning to harden from the cool air and your touch.

"should've stripped me first," satoru breathes out a chuckle. "gonna be hard to do when i'm tied up."

you don't respond, instead you keep your gaze on his exposed skin. there's faint red scratches that contrast nicely with his pale complexion — a reminder of the previous night. your nails had dug into his chest as you rode him, little crescent moons that morphed into long and narrow wounds when satoru desperately bucked his hips further into you.

"c'mon, baby," the white haired sorcerer looks up at you with that ridiculously pretty smile, something akin to mischief sparkling in his equally ridiculously pretty eyes. "don't make me wait."

you flatten your hands on his chest, squeezing the firm muscles of his pecs. if gojo was watching your expression, he might've kept his mouth shut.

"like what you see?"

"i'd like it better if it was quieter," you retort, your gaze flicking up and catching his own. satoru's face falters for a moment — his eyes widening and smile dropping — from the unexpected words, but he quickly recovers. he loved playing this game as much as you did.

"aw, don't be like that. you know you love me." that shit-eating grin makes its way to his lips, his perfect teeth catching the low light of the room.

one of your hands reaches down, palming at the bulge in his sweatpants, the other one resting on his waist. he was half hard already. though satoru's pretty much always hard at a moment's notice when it came to you. a low and quiet groan leaves the back of his throat, your palm putting much appreciated pressure on him. "mm, i suppose i do."

even with the layer of fabric in between his cock and your hand, you could feel it kick and throb as you touched him, soft noises of pleasuring slipping past his lips.

"yeahhh," satoru sighs, his head falling back as you pull him out and finally get your hands on him. "just like that, baby."

you knew satoru like no other, knew him like the back of your own hand. he didn't have to guide you on what to do because you were already doing it. drooling on his cock and mixing your saliva with his precum for makeshift lube to make the glide of your fist even better, stroking him nice and slow, using just the right amount of pressure so that it teeters on painful — you picked these things up naturally as you spent more and more time with gojo.

but that meant that he was constantly babbling, too. equal amounts of praise and curses, satoru could never shut his mouth.

"fuuuck, angel, no one's as good as you. always feels so fuckin' good." his hips buck up when your thumb teases over his slit, smearing more of his pearly precum around his sensitive tip.

he's vaguely aware of when you slip your other hand underneath your skirt, but he's too caught up in the feeling of your hot tongue licking up the underside of his shaft, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. "shit, baby."

too caught up to realize that you're not touching yourself, instead, you're sliding off your underwear. and the next time he opens his mouth, you take the opportunity to shove them on his tongue. gojo's eyes shoot open, piercing blue focusing on your smirking face.

"you talk too much," you say simply, pushing the soft panties further in his mouth, making him gag, the sound muffled. not giving him time to adjust, your pace on his cock picks up, your strokes becoming tougher and sloppier.

satoru whines around the fabric, his own drool pooling at the corners of his lips as he's forced to taste and smell you. it's intoxicating, really. he should feel dirty and gross as your used panties sit on top of his tongue, but he doesn't. it's almost as if his head is buried in your cunt, the sweet and distinct arousal that is undeniably you suffocating his senses. not quite as strong and certainly not as good as actually having his head between your thighs, but almost.

he can feel the knot in his stomach getting tighter, your lips around his tip and hands on his shaft working him closer and closer to the edge, until he finally falls.

you pull away from his cock, letting the ropes of cum hit against his flexing stomach, mixing with the faint trail of white hair. his cock kicks as you work him through his orgasm, a stifled cry emanating from the sorcerer.

your panties are absolutely and thoroughly soaked when you remove them from satoru's mouth. he opens and closes his jaw a few times, stretching it out and regaining feeling in the area.

"could'a told me to stop talking," he grumbles, though his lips quirk up just the slightest amount. he's not ready to admit it — yet, at least — but he enjoyed that a lot more than he thought.

you laugh softly, a stark contrast to how you were just mere moments ago. "where's the fun in that, toru?"

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #perce.doc #.jjkai

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poppy-metal · 4 months ago

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Having thoughts on arranged marriage!au....pretend w me for a second, let me live in a lil bit of delusion...

She doesn't really freak out at that much money, there's a reason she's his wife, but it feels too placating. A chew toy to "satisfy" her for right now until he grows a backbone and actually talks to her. Maybe even apologizes for how he was the night before.

She's a little bit pissy but doesn't try to send the money back, though the thought crossed her mind. Instead she spends it frugally- a few pieces of jewelery here, a new dress she had been looking at for the upcoming summer months, maybe even a few supplies for a hobby she wants to pick up while Patrick's off fucking Tashi.

She also doesn't really acknowledge that he might've done anything wrong. In her mind, she knows how she acts gets his blood boiling. Obedient, submissive, quiet, unassuming. Maybe she does it intentionally. Maybe she thinks of him as a bully, a bully seeking out her reactions - pushing and pushing and pushing until she snaps like she did the other night before getting herself under control. She doubles down on her behavior as a result. Hell, one night after getting back from hooking up with Tashi, he finds her, sitting in their dining room, the table set up for a feast- that she cooked. There's a few candles in the center, along with some pretty centerpieces that sparkle in the dim light. She smiles, getting up to take his coat, and kiss his cheek. "Welcome home."

She leads him to the table, pulling out his chair- like he should be doing for her- and sitting on the opposite end of him. She makes light banter now and then, still all smiles and polite manners, "Could you pass me the potatoes?" "How was your day?" "I've been thinking about one of the upcoming charity events, I think we should do something more out there, not just a children's hospital, maybe a homeless shelter?"

He snaps. His cock is twitching at the thought of her plump little body, so sweet and pliant and caring under him, "Thank you honey, oh god you feel so good, I love you-" He can't even imagine you being a fucked up little freak, begging for his fingers in your ass or on your throat, crying out 'daddy' over and over, and God does he feel bad about it. His chair clatters to the floor as he stomps away, up to their 'shared' bedroom (she's still sleeping in the guest room), and pulling his cock out.

He's never been more ashamed or angry to jerk off in his life. He's treated you like shit the entire time you've been married, only just recently doing something nice by giving you that money, and here you are, still smiling and cutesy and busy being a wife. His wife. Shame stirs deep in his belly as he paws at his balls, fondling them slowly, like he thinks you would. He moans quietly, almost hearing your mousy little voice practically crooning at him - "Does it feel good? Do I make you feel good?" God, all the reactions he's tried pulling out of you, the viciousness, the venom, the way he knows you want to react, to claw at him, yell and bitch about how he's an asshole, a cheater, a fucking godawful husband who you should divorce. He wants those so bad, but he's stroking his dick to the thought of your nice, pretty little pussy. Wrapped so sweetly around him he wouldn't even be able to call it fucking, he's jerking off to the thought of making love to you, filling you with kids, being a good husband deserving of your cute banter, your delicious meals, your modest, obedient personality.

After he cums, alternating between staring at his hand and the ceiling, he can hear you climbing up the stairs, opening the door to the guest room beside his room.

You didn't expect to see him leave like that, red in the face and his pants tight with the raging boner he had. You also didn't expect it to affect you. No matter how badly he treats you, you can't deny that he is hot. It gets you wet to think of how much power you can hold over him- even if it's anger. No matter how much he hates you, you are still his wife. Your hand drifts down your panties, circling your clit.

He can hear your quiet, soft moans. Like the pervert he is, he pressed his ear against the shared wall between the two rooms. He can feel blood rush down to his cock, filling it back out. He can't hear the whir of a vibrator or the squelching of something pushing its way inside your wet hole. You're just using your fingers on your clit, and he's never been harder in his life at the thought, save for maybe a few minutes before. His sweet little wife, who he's slowly realizing he kinda likes.

GODD PLEASE I NEED HIM.

bro this shit made me vibrate DESPERATE PATHETIC YEARNER PATRICK ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

#ask #arranged marriage!au #UGHHHUUUUUHH #stared at this slack jawed im ngl #the drama..... the tension.... the mutual pining.......

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everythingne · 5 months ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ august series drop, kindred souls [TEASER]

Vienna Alexandria Fisichella. The eldest daughter of Ludovica Davies (nee. Fisichella) and older sister of little Anaya Davies. Her life is a countdown of exact seconds, a calendar packed with dates--barely leaving enough room to sleep, eat, or shower. Between racing, working, and caring for her sister, theres no time for Vienna to just be Vienna.

She's been treated like a mother or a father--despite not knowing her birth father, since she was fourteen. Four years after her life had started to fall apart.

And this year, like every year, was set to be the same old shit. Until it wasn't. And the world changed for Vienna Alexandria Fisichella.

ch. 1 teaser ..

"You look good." Dove says, kissing her daughters cheek and tangling her hands in Vienna's long blonde hair, "just make this brunette."

"Momma." Vienna laughs softly, "I know you say it makes me look like my Dad, but... I love it."

It had been a lifelong fight. Not once had Vienna relented. She loved her hair because it made her look like her father, the man her mother refused to tell her anything about. The mystery of who her father was had always followed Vienna, her family often making comments about how she acted just like the man she had no connections to. Vienna had tried asking her Nonna and Nonno, even her Zio Giancarlo, but had never gotten far.

Back when her mom still spoke to them regularly.

Before money got tight after she got herself disowned and took her kids with her. The reveal that Vienna's 'father', a man named Zander Moss, wasn't actually her father had torn her family in bits.

And since her tenth birthday, Vienna had this mystery father in her periphery who she could never quite reach. The only thing she knew is that he had been a racer, whether it was Indycar, Motorcross, NASCAR, Formula 1... she had no idea.

She had always assumed Formula 1, since her uncle had also raced in the sport, but never had confirmation.

"Your father..." Dove sighs at her daughter, going to go on some long winded rant about how he left her and Vienna, never cared, never looked back. But Vienna stopped believing that after she found out her mother had been lying about her heritage for years following her divorce of her first husband.

"Momma. Another time." Vienna sighs, then makes her way across the kitchen to the sink, washing off her hands. Dove relents, just for now, and goes off to make herself a coffee.

Giggling, Anaya comes bounding to her sisters side and hides her face in Vienna's dress pants as she looks up at Lia as the older girls continue to speak in hushed tones.

Across the lawn, Jenson looks like he's gonna have a stroke, James grimacing as he murmurs, "Oh dear. This might've been a mistake."

Jenson doesn't even have to think before he says, "I'll cover it."

The two share a look, then turn back, watching the girls talk amicably as Anaya tugs at her sisters hand. Jenson watching as Vienna kneels down to grab her sister and tuck her in her arms. Theres some sort of tug in his chest, something he only feels at home when he's with his wife, with his dog and kids, when the world is quiet. A warmth.

Jenson shakes his head, "I'll cover her costs. Send the check to me."

"Jenson." James tries to stop the retired driver, but the man shakes his head. Moving forward quickly, Jenson turns to the side as he shouts back at James.

"Trust me!"

a tag list for the series is open, just comment below or send an ask <3!

#f1 fanfic #f1 smau #formula one fanfiction #formula one fic

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pedroacrossthestreet · 1 year ago

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Curiouser and Curiouser

Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

18+. Pegging. Squirting. Sex toys. Reader is bi. No use of y/n.

Word count: 9.3k

Notes:

It's been years since I've written anything, and even longer since I posted something; be gentle with me.

I've read and re-read this thing a hundred times, but I've never written in second-person, and very rarely written het before, so apologies. Also, I'm not from the US. Please ignore any Britishisms that might've slipped in!

I know that real person fic gives some people the ick but I couldn't make the scenario fit any of Pedro's characters.

This is very much a fictionalised version of Pedro based on his comment in this interview about making out with people when he's drunk. And then I spiralled. Because I'm unstable.

I don't work for Womanizer. I just think everyone with a clit should own one.

There was a small gap in the curtains you had drawn hastily the night before which allowed a sliver of morning sunlight to shine directly onto your face. You groaned slightly and slid your legs across the bed sheets, stretching as you tried to turn away from the intrusion. Slowly, you opened your eyes, and were met with the sight of Pedro’s broad shoulders.

He was still asleep, his bare back to you as he laid on his side. You turned your head and stretched an arm out to your bedside table to tap your phone, discovering that you’d woken up naturally ten minutes before your alarm was due to go off.

Sitting up on your elbows, you looked again toward Pedro, thinking about how this would be the last time you’d get to indulge in these quiet moments before he left again for another long stretch. You couldn't resist reaching out to run a hand over his shoulder, placing a gentle kiss to his skin as he breathed deeply in his sleep.

Knowing how lightly he slept, you took your time to ease out from your bed so as not to disturb him. Once you’d unplugged your phone, you took it with you as you quietly shuffled out of your bedroom and down the hallway. You found some clean clothes from the dryer that you hadn’t gotten around to putting away, and cobbled together an outfit before grabbing your keys and slipping out of your apartment.

Pedro’s eyes snapped open as your front door clicked shut behind you. He glanced up, taking a moment to assess his surroundings before rolling onto his back. Your bed was smaller than his, so he took advantage of the fact that he could now starfish across your sheets, rather than clinging to the edge as he had been for most of the night. He stroked his hand across your side of the bed, feeling the lingering warmth from your body before sighing heavily. He was reluctant to get up, but knew that he didn’t have much time. It was almost as if he was convincing himself that if he refused to leave your bed then time didn’t exist, and he wouldn’t have to get on a plane in a few hours.

After several minutes, he began to wonder how long it’d be before you were back. It wasn’t usual for him to sleep in longer than you, and he didn’t know what to do with himself left alone in your apartment. He stared at the ceiling for a few more moments before summoning up a sudden burst of energy to get out of bed, stumbling towards your dresser to pick over the trinkets on top of it that you’d collected over the years.

There was a small ceramic dish which held your favourite jewellery, the pieces he saw you wear most regularly, simple silver rings and a necklace with a star shaped pendant. He picked up a perfume bottle shaped like a heart, taking the lid off of it to smell its fragrance, reminding him instantly of you. Replacing the cap, he put the bottle back, turning to look at a small pot which held pens and a little rainbow flag. He recognised it from the Pride event you’d both attended with friends in June, and he smiled as he remembered how much fun that had been.

It wasn’t long before curiosity got the better of him, however, and before he could stop himself, he opened the top drawer and delved further into the cabinet.

—

You hated coffee. Always had, and always would do. No matter how many times people told you it was an acquired taste and that you’d get used to it. You never understood the logic of continuing to try something that you didn’t like in the vague hope that you might change your mind.

And for what? So you could stand in line at Starbucks with everyone else, throwing away money, chasing after your fix?

You couldn’t help but smirk and shake your head as that’s exactly where you found yourself, waiting your turn to place an order for Pedro, and to pick up some pastries for the two of you. You figured you’d treat him to a decent leaving breakfast considering all you had in your cupboards was cereal and some dubious milk in the fridge.

You knew his coffee order enough to recite it but not to know what it meant. Years of being a production runner had given you an ability to remember complex orders after many a pigheaded man in a higher up position designated the coffee run a part of your daily duties. When you’d met Pedro on set almost five years ago, his order was enough to raise your eyebrows, knowing the usual number of “shots” most people wanted to realise that his was excessive to say the least.

You figured that’s why he always made fun of you for not having a coffee maker at your apartment. He couldn’t fathom an existence without coffee.

While you waited for the barista to prepare his drink, you remembered the way he’d looked at you in fake disgust the first time he’d visited and you had dared to offer him instant coffee. You didn’t drink it, but you were a good host who always had at least something to offer friends.

As you made your way out of the Starbucks and back onto the street, you held the takeaway cup with the paper bag of pastries in your right hand, checking your watch as you made it back to your apartment. You’d managed to beat the morning rush and had only been gone ten minutes so far. Still, you hastened your pace as you walked the few blocks back to your building to make sure that you could wake Pedro in time before he had to leave. Once you’d made it onto your street, you fished in your hoodie pocket for your keys, juggling the coffee and pastries as you unlocked the main door, holding it open wide enough with your hip to slip into the foyer, and using your elbow to push the elevator button.

You made a conscious effort to enter the apartment as quietly as you’d left, assuming Pedro would still be in bed. Placing his coffee and the pastries on the kitchen counter along with your keys, you kicked your shoes off before padding your way down the hallway.

The colour drained from your face once you’d rounded the corner to see Pedro stood in nothing but his boxers in front of your dresser. Your stomach dropped, and your voice caught in your throat, not wanting to believe what you were seeing.

“W-What are you doing?!”

Pedro jumped, swearing under his breath as he turned to look at the doorway. “Jesus. You scared the shit out of me…” He knew he should feel guilty, but he couldn't help the smirk tugging at his lips, despite the fact that he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

The cookie jar, in this instance, being your underwear drawer, which he had pulled all the way out. You felt sick as you raked your eyes over the clothing that had been strategically arranged around your stash but was now out of place.

“What does this do?”

You watched in horror as he held up a small, oval device. When your eyes met his, he raised a quizzical eyebrow, and you realised he was waiting for a response.

“I… it’s…” You stumbled, mind racing too quickly for you to think of a reasonable explanation. You half considered trying to pass off your Womanizer as some new skin care tool for cleaning out pores, but your eyes flickered down to see he’d already uncovered the other, more phallic, shaped toys that couldn’t be explained away.

You suddenly found your voice as your face flushed red from embarrassment and anger all at the same time. “I can’t believe you snooped through my stuff!” You said through gritted teeth. “I left you alone for five minutes!”

Pedro held up his hands as best as he could, protesting his innocence, but he was still holding the god-damn toy. “I wasn’t snooping! I was looking for something!”

“Oh yeah?” You growled, suddenly urging your feet to move as you closed the gap between you, “And what, exactly, were you looking for in my underwear drawer?!”

It was Pedro’s turn to blush this time, and he bowed his head slightly to avoid your glare. He gently let his hands drop and delicately placed the toy back in the drawer as he mumbled guiltily, “Y-your underwear…”

An unbelieving laugh escaped your lips, a sharp puff of air. “You were gunna steal my underwear?!”

Pedro nodded slightly, his blush deepening before he forced himself to look back at you. The hands that were once holding all your dirty secrets came up to cup your face. “I’m sorry! I just… I’m gunna be away for a long time and… and I wanted to take some with me…”

You hated yourself for it, but you couldn’t help the way you weakened whenever he looked at you with those eyes. When he started to rub his thumbs over your cheekbones, your shoulders began to relax instinctively.

“You could have just asked…” You sighed. “Pervert.”

He smiled at that, leaning forward to kiss you quickly. “Oh, I’m the pervert?” He asked, turning back to your drawers and pointedly tilting his head toward your collection, going back to rummage further.

“Shut up!” You whined, slapping his arm. “I’ve been single for years, I’m allowed to have some fun…” Grumbling when he didn't stop, you tried desperately to grab for him, but he held you at bay with one arm, pulling something else out from under your clothes and holding it up high with his other hand.

“And what, pray tell, is this?!”

Your cheeks burned bright red, your face hotter than it had ever been before in your life. He dangled a harness from his index finger, spinning it around obnoxiously, inspecting every piece of leather as the buckles glistened as it turned.

“It’s nothing!” Suddenly, you were scrambling to reach across him, but he was still intent on figuring it out.

“Is… Is this for a strap-on…?”

You barely heard him because your ears were burning with shame. You growled and took a determined leap to snatch the harness from his grip, shoving it back into your drawer and doing your best to cover all your secrets before slamming it shut. You manoeuvred yourself in front of the cabinet and pushed Pedro’s chest so he took a step back, crossing your arms defiantly.

“For that, you don’t get any of my underwear.”

—

Pedro left your apartment with his tail between his legs that day. You’d softened slightly after he’d apologised profusely, but you still wouldn’t relinquish any of your underwear as a form of punishment.

Once he was dressed, you’d handed him the coffee you’d gone to get him especially, not that you deserve it, but you’d still snaked your arms around his waist and rested your head against his shoulder as you both hugged goodbye. It’d be at least six weeks before he’d be back in your life again. He had a few hours to get back to his apartment, pack his bags, hand his keys to the dog sitter, and then make his way to the airport.

Pedro spent the whole flight thinking about that harness in your underwear drawer.

His palms itched as he tried desperately to focus on the inflight entertainment. It was no use, though, and the urge to open google and begin researching was overwhelming as soon as he landed.

Once settled in the hotel room that would be his home for the next month and half, he did just that, opening up a private browsing window on his laptop and tentatively typing the word pegging.

He’d never considered you to be a particularly dominant person, but then the pair of you had only been having sex for less than a year. You had both been the token single friends amongst your circle for all the years you’d known each other. Neither of you had been looking for, or wanting a partner, for various different reasons, and so when everyone else was coupling up and having babies, you could always rely on each other for dinner and drinks.

Pedro had always been a flirt, it was what made him so loveable to everyone. He had a way of making everyone he spoke to feel good about themselves, and the fact that he was more than willing to indulge in friendly make out sessions with his friends, no strings attached, made him all the more attractive. It was exactly what you wanted from a relationship, kissing being the thing you missed most about being single. For several years you had both been more than content to share those transient moments when the alcohol had been flowing, leaving you both warm and sated before going your separate ways, calling it a night.

More recently, things had progressed further between you both, probably because you’d decided to share a takeaway rather than go out one night. It was far too easy to drink more in the comfort of a friend’s apartment, and neither of you had wanted to say goodnight once you’d climbed into his lap to kiss him deeper.

And so, you both made an unspoken arrangement with each other. You were still friends, but friends who made out, and friends who sometimes had sex. Given his schedule, the times you did manage to see each other were few and far between, and even less frequently were the nights when you ended up in each other’s beds.

Pedro considered that because of that, maybe there were some kinks you were holding back, or didn’t yet feel comfortable enough to share.

But the more websites he curiously browsed depicted versions of women which seemed to be extreme, almost a complete contrast to your personality. They were clad in PVC and brandishing what could only be described as weapons of torture. He struggled to imagine you in such a get up, but it did stir something in his belly.

—

Not even halfway through his trip, Pedro did what he’d been doing for almost two decades whenever he needed advice and he’d called Oscar.

“I’m supposed to be reading a script that I’ve been putting off for days,” Oscar said when Pedro asked him what he’d been up to. “Elvira took the kids to the park to make sure I didn’t have any excuse not to read it but…”

“But you're playing your guitar?” Pedro smirked as his friend trailed off.

Oscar looked down at the guitar in his lap and plucked a string softly with his spare hand before silencing it with a flat palm over the frets. “You know me too well.”

Pedro laughed, but it was a short laugh. He rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to decide how to tackle the reason he called. He started to think that he probably should have thought this through.

“So. What’s bothering you?” Oscar interrupted his thoughts.

He knew Pedro too well, also.

“I just wanted to ask you something…” Pedro began.

“Yeah…?” Oscar probed gently, putting his guitar down and settling in for what he knew was going to be an evasive ramble before Pedro got to the point.

“Have you ever… Uh… So you know how sometimes a guy will… enjoy… a bit of… ass play?” Pedro winced, swallowing hard before continuing. “Like, how sometimes a girl will be going down on a guy. And they, y’know… Like, put a finger in them? The guy, I mean? And it feels good?”

Pedro’s cheeks burned and he was glad that he at least had the sense to have this conversation on the phone rather than having to deal with the awkwardness of his best friend looking at him.

Oscar just smirked, “I’ve heard of it.”

Pedro could have sworn he could hear the shit-eating grin on the other end of the line.

“I mean, yeah! That’s what I’ve heard too.” He cringed, rubbing the heel of his hand over his forehead as he tried not to die from shame.

“Hermano… What exactly are you trying to ask me?” Oscar sighed, knowing that he didn’t have much time for this kind of conversation on a Sunday afternoon.

Pedro swallowed hard, groaning slightly. “Have you ever… y’know? Tried that? Or… or more…?”

Oscar raised an eyebrow and paused as he tried to imagine what the ‘more’ could be. He shook his head after a few moments of silence, realising that Pedro was hanging on a knife-edge waiting for his response. “I had a girlfriend try it once, but there was no pre-warning and it kind of put me off the whole idea, if I’m honest.”

Pedro sighed, feeling slightly deflated. “Yeah. I get that…” He’d never admit it, but that wasn’t the answer he’d wanted to hear.

Oscar waited patiently to see if Pedro wanted to elaborate further, knowing that sometimes just leaving the space for him to talk was all that he needed to feel comfortable.

“I’m sorry, man. I shouldn’t have called.” Pedro said abruptly as he’d sat up straighter, preparing to end the conversation.

“Don’t be stupid,” Oscar cut him off before he started to spiral, “You know you can always talk to me about stuff. Hypothetical or not.”

Pedro smiled and thanked his friend, feeling himself begin to relax again.

“So… When do I get to meet her?”

Pedro tried his best to keep his composure, stunned by Oscar’s bluntness. “W-What do you mean?”

Oscar laughed freely, easing the tension in Pedro’s shoulders. “You’re as subtle as a tonne of bricks, Pedrito.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about…”

Oscar rolled his eyes, “Whatever. Look, if she’s willing to talk these things through with you, and you’re curious, then there’s no harm in… experimenting.”

Pedro smiled, remembering just why he always turned to Oscar with any issues in life. He always did have a way of reassuring him. “Thanks, man…”

“You’re welcome. Just promise me one thing… Make sure you have a safe word.”

Pedro groaned, “Fuck off, man…” But he couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he shook his head.

“What’s her name?” Oscar asked suddenly, and then it was Pedro’s turn to smirk.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…”

—

You were escaping work early when your phone rang, vibrating in your back pocket as you got to your car. You opened up the driver’s side door and threw your bag onto the passenger seat before fishing your phone out and smiling when you saw who was calling.

“Hey, Pedro,” You answered, biting your lip in an attempt to stop yourself grinning stupidly. You slid into your car and shut the door. There was no one else in the parking lot but you still felt the need to hide and give yourself some privacy. “How was your flight?”

“Long,” He sighed on the other end of the line. You could hear the airport tannoys in the background, and he sounded slightly out of breath. He must’ve literally just got out of baggage claim, not even waiting to get out of the airport before calling you. You bit your lip, trying not to think about what that could mean.

“Listen… I’m gunna head back to mine and get a few hours sleep but… if you wanna come over later then we could order in?” He sounded distracted, and the paranoia began to settle into your brain.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, quietly, and Pedro just hummed in response, doing little to reassure you.

He’s looking for his driver. You told yourself. That’s why he’s distant.

“O-Okay.” You mumbled, picking at the hem of your blouse as you suddenly felt stupid. “Well. Just… Lemme know when you’re free…”

“Will do,” He said, and then the line went dead.

You pulled your phone away from your ear and stared at the blank screen for a few seconds before shaking your head. You mentally reprimanded yourself, both for being so thrilled that he called, and simultaneously for being so self conscious that you’d let your mind wander to the worst case scenario.

Placing your phone into your purse, you sat up straight as you put your key in the ignition. The song you were listening to when you parked broke the silence of your car, and you tried your best to lose yourself in the music, making your way back home to nervously wait for Pedro to contact you later.

—

The elevator ride up to his apartment had been awful. No matter how many times you told yourself to calm the fuck down throughout the course of the afternoon, your pulse had spiked once you were finally on your way to see Pedro for the first time in six weeks.

He never usually wanted to see you so soon after a work trip. The pair of you had sent a few casual texts back and forth while he had been gone, normally just funny anecdotes that you thought the other would appreciate. You’d assumed that you would see him next at an event, or when your mutual friend group congregated to catch up like usual, but this time was different.

What if something had happened?

For all you knew, Pedro could have had several different ‘yous’ in multiple cities across the world. Neither of you had ever discussed exclusivity, and just because he was the only person you were sleeping with didn’t mean that he wasn’t exhausting his (admittedly vastly more expansive) options.

What if he’d met someone and your little arrangement was about to come to an end?

The elevator dinged as it got to his floor, and you let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding in before forcing yourself to move.

Once you were stood in front of his door, you knocked in what you hoped was a nonchalant way, if that was even a thing, and listened intently as you heard movement, footsteps getting closer, and then the door opened.

If you’d been worried before, seeing Pedro's face was enough to calm your nerves. His eyes lit up as he looked you up and down, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Hi,” You said shyly.

“Hi,” He breathed back, giving you a lop-sided grin, leaning against his door to invite you in. That gesture alone was enough to give you the confidence you needed to take a step toward him.

“Hi…” You mumbled again, stupidly, daring to place your hands flat on his chest before leaning up to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

The giggle that fell from him spread warmth across your body, one of his hands smoothing over your back to hold you to him. He took a step back, pulling you with him, letting the front door swing shut before cupping your face with his spare hand to kiss you properly. When you pulled apart, he was smiling against your lips, breathing another “Hi…”

Pleasantries out of the way, you both stumbled your way down the hallway, refusing to let go of each other as you reacquainted yourself with the feel of another person’s hands on you. Pedro’s hands. He stopped a few times to press you against a wall, kiss you deeply, but it didn’t take long for him to lead you towards his bedroom.

He was laid back on his sheets and you straddled his hips, riding him as he looked up at you. His hands were firm on your thighs, but his eyes seemed far away. You slowed to a stop, panting slightly as you placed your hands on his chest. “What’s wrong?”

Pedro blinked a few times, suddenly aware that he wasn’t present. “Nothing’s wrong,” he answered, squeezing your thighs in an attempt to reassure you.

“You sure?” You asked, lifting a hand up to stroke the side of his face, “You seem… distracted…”

He smiled, leaning his head to place a kiss to your palm, “I’m fine…” He whispered, sliding his hands up from your thighs to your waist, and as if to accentuate his point, he planted his feet firmly on the mattress and thrust up into you.

You cried out in shock, and before you knew what was happening, Pedro was sitting up to wrap his arms around you and roll you onto your back. Your gasped moan turned into laughter as he kissed your nose, both your cheeks, and then your neck, and it wasn’t long before he was stealing your breath away as he began to thrust into you with wild abandon.

Afterwards, you were both laid on your sides, facing each other. Your breathing had just about evened out, and your hand was resting on his cheek, thumb stroking his skin as you both looked at each other. “I missed this,” You whispered, sighing into his pillow as you nuzzled your face into the soft cotton.

A smile tugged at Pedro’s lips as he placed a hand on your hip. “Your toys just not cutting it?” He grinned, pinching your skin playfully.

You groaned and felt your face flush as you rolled onto your back to look at the ceiling. “I thought I was gunna get away with us pretending you never found those…”

Pedro laughed, “Nope!” He stared at the side of your face for a few seconds before biting his bottom lip, shuffling as he also turned to face the ceiling.

“So… I’ve been thinking…” He started, and your head snapped to look at him quicker than you intended. You studied his profile as he continued to worry his lip with his teeth, and you swallowed thickly, feeling the same panic that you’d felt in the elevator earlier.

“I… Are you…” You stumbled over your words, clearing your throat before continuing. “Please don’t tell me you’re gunna call this off after fucking me senseless?” You laughed nervously, trying to play it cool even though you knew it’d crush whatever self esteem you had left if that was the case.

Pedro turned to look at you, leaning up on his elbow as he stared at you with wide eyes. “What?! What gave you that idea?”

You shifted awkwardly under his gaze, shrugging your shoulders. “I dunno… Just… You called and sounded so. So distant. And then just now, it… It felt like you weren’t even here for a while.”

Pedro sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face, “I’m sorry…”

You reached up and grabbed his wrist, stilling him. “It’s okay…” You murmured, and he looked back at you again with those deep brown eyes.

“It’s nothing like that.” He said, trying his best to reassure you with a look. You flashed him a smile, and that seemed to calm him slightly. “It’s just something that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I last saw you.”

You released his wrist, pulling the sheets up further around you as you suddenly felt cold without his body pressed against you. You sat up slightly so that you could look at Pedro properly, silently urging him to continue.

He let out a shaky breath, but made a point to keep eye contact with you. “I did some research and… and if it’s something that you’re into then… I’d like to try it.”

You looked at him, confused, and Pedro suddenly realised he hadn’t explained just what he was referring to.

“Pegging. I mean.”

Your eyebrows shot up and a bemused puff of air fell from your lips. “… P-pegging?” You asked, unsure of what you were hearing.

Pedro just nodded, swallowing hard before continuing. “Ever since I found that harness, it’s all I could think about. I looked into it, and… and it’s something that I-I think I would like. And if it’s something that you like then, well. I don’t want to hold you back.”

All you could do is blink at him, your mouth slightly open as you processed what he was saying. “I… I don’t know what to say…” You mumbled, and then suddenly your brows were furrowing in confusion. “Wait… What makes you think that I’m into… that?”

“Sweetie,” He began, a smirk playing on his features. “You… You have a strap-on.”

He said it so matter-of-factly, and your eyes widened further as things began to slot into place. “Ohhh…” You said, and suddenly everything made sense. “Pedro… That, um. That was a misjudged present. From an ex girlfriend…”

The look of shock on Pedro’s face was immediate, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing openly. “I-I’ve never actually used it, I never had the confidence to try it, and she didn’t stick around much longer after that…”

Pedro could only nod his head dumbly, and you realised you were probably giving him more information than he need. “I’m sorry! I… I thought you knew-”

“You’re bi.” Pedro muttered, eyebrows still raised as the realisation dawned on him.

You managed to stifle your giggles, nodding your head. “Y-yeah… I just. I thought it was obvious…”

“Nope.” Pedro blinked. “At least not to me… God. I’m an idiot.” He groaned, but you moved quickly to hold his face and forced him to look at you.

“No you’re not,” You sighed, leaning in to kiss him softly. “You’re… You’re actually kinda sweet.”

Pedro smiled, the shock finally dissipating as he kissed you back. “How am I sweet?” He asked quietly, and you squirmed as his breath ghosted over your lips, spreading warmth throughout your body.

“Well,” You breathed, stroking his cheekbone and nuzzling your nose against his. “For one, you were willing to let me fuck you…”

He hummed contentedly, before pulling back to look at you properly, “I still would…” He admitted, and you swore you could see his cheeks flush slightly.

“Y-yeah?” You whispered, and he nodded. “You… You really want to try?”

He nodded again, kissing you softly before resting his forehead against yours. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about. The whole time I was away.” He breathed. “You should see my search history…”

You laughed, slightly breathless as you let yourself imagine him eagerly researching, glasses perched on his nose, taking notes.

And then you allowed yourself to picture what it would be like to bend him over, a soft moan falling from your lips as you kissed him again.

“I… Let me think about it… okay?” You whispered when you pulled back slightly, and you felt him smile as he wrapped his arms around you to pull you against his chest. He placed a kiss on top of your head and squeezed you tightly.

“Of course…”

—

You spent several weeks doing your own research, scrolling through endless pages of porn in an attempt to find all the answers to your questions. Most of the videos that you found were eye opening, to say the least. The confidence that the women exuded was tantalising, but you couldn’t picture yourself in their positions. If anything, you found yourself fantasising about being on the receiving end of their commands, but that was a story for another day.

There were videos from one particular couple that intrigued you, however. They appeared to be genuine, caring, and indulging in a mutual appreciation of pegging. It was so different to all the other versions you’d seen. This wasn’t about emasculation or domination, and through their videos you had managed to stumble across a kink that you didn’t realise you had: Men embracing pleasure in their most vulnerable state.

It was at that moment that you decided that Pedro was onto something.

Let’s do this. You texted him. It was late at night but almost immediately the speech bubble appeared under your message, the animated ellipsis bounced briefly before Pedro responded.

When?

He was eager, that was evident to see, but you insisted that he took his time to pick out a new dildo for himself. You agreed to place the order for him so the parcel could be sent to your apartment, just incase any press found out, and Pedro sent several links your way, genuinely wanting your opinion.

The first few were immediately met with a firm No. Reading their dimensions, the sizes made you cross your legs and cringe, so there was no way that Pedro would be able to take them. You told him to stop being overly ambitious and find one that wasn’t too intimidating.

Eventually he found one that he liked the look of. It had a slight curve to it, wasn’t too thick, and you liked the fact that it was silicone.

Good choice. You texted, It’ll be here in 3-5 business days.

Pedro couldn’t help but smile, beaming at the praise, before texting back.

Can’t wait.

—

When the big night came around, Pedro took a deep breath before he knocked on your front door. He had a bottle of wine in his hand, one that he'd grabbed as a last minute thought on the way out of his apartment. He had felt like he needed to bring something to drink to calm his nerves, but as he ran his thumb over his bottom lip, he shook his head slightly at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

What does one bring to toast the loss of his anal virginity? Red or white?

You opened the door, and the gust of air from doing so blew your hair back slightly, snapping him out of his thoughts. You flashed him a quick smile which conveyed that you were equally as nervous as he was, but when you clocked the bottle you raised an eyebrow at him quizzically. Pedro hadn’t arrived with gifts to yours since you had first invited him over many years ago. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled shyly as he offered it to you. You took it and stepped aside to let him in. He followed you to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, and watched as you grabbed some glasses.

“I figured we should talk first…” You said, and he stayed silent as you rummaged in a drawer for a corkscrew. He stepped forwards, taking it from you once you’d found it, expertly uncorking the wine before handing you the bottle back to pour. “Thanks,” You murmured. “But we’re only having a glass each.”

Pedro nodded and waited patiently as you poured the wine before handing him a glass. He took it from you and leaned against the counter, swirling the liquid slightly before taking a generous slug. He noticed that you mirrored his actions, but your sip was more conservative.

“What… What is this for you, Pedro?” You asked, and he stared blankly back at you.

“What do you mean?”

You sighed, “I mean… What do you want to get from tonight?”

Pedro blushed slightly as he shrugged, feeling the warmth from the wine, and the conversation, spread through his extremities. “I… I don’t know.” He admitted, rubbing his free hand over the back of his neck.

Slowly, you nodded back at him, taking your time to calculate your next question. “Is… Is it a domination thing?”

Pedro laughed awkwardly, “N-no… I don’t think so…” He shifted slightly, stared down at his wine for a few seconds before looking back at you. “I think I’m just curious? I don’t… y’know. Don’t want you to call me names or degrade me…”

A smile pulled at his lips and you relaxed slightly, relieved at his honesty. Because realistically? You don’t think you could do that, even if he asked.

Pedro seemed to sense the tension in the air dissipate as you both stared at each other. As exciting as this all was, he longed for the normalcy of your no strings attached arrangement. This felt like flirting with the possibility of change, and that unsettled you both. “I guess I’m just intrigued at the thrill of discovering something new about myself… whether it’ll be pleasurable…”

You hummed in response and took another sip of wine, a larger one this time. You chewed on your bottom lip once you pulled the glass away, cradling it close to your chest. “I get that…”

Pedro smiled again, blushing once more as he cleared his throat. “I, uh. I tried. O-on my own… While I was away…”

His admission shocked you, eyebrows raising. “You did?”

Curiously, you watched him as he downed the last of his wine, shoving his hands straight into his pockets after he put down the glass. “Y-yeah,” He stared at his shoes. “Just with my fingers.” He coughed slightly, and then let out a small laugh, looking back up at you. “I wasn’t flexible enough though.”

Your eyes crinkled as you let out a puff of air that sounded like a mix between a giggle and a sigh, “Jesus, Pedro…” You whispered into your glass once you’d raised it to your lips again, “You really were curious…”

He nodded in response, watching as you finished your drink too, placing the glass down gently on the worktop before taking a step toward him. He pushed off the counter, meeting you halfway, and placed his hands on your biceps, giving them a squeeze before rubbing them up and down.

You smiled up at him, content at his touch, and allowed yourself to hook your pointer fingers in the belt loops of his jeans. “Do, um… Did you wanna agree on a safe word? Just in case?”

Remembering Oscar’s advice, he laughed, and when you looked up at him confused, he kissed your forehead. “Uh… yeah. That makes sense… How about ‘purple’?”

“Fine by me.” You nodded your head once more before, silently, you both agreed to move towards your bedroom.

Once there, Pedro surveyed the scene that you’d laid out ready. The strap-on laid on the end of the bed, along with a generously sized bottle of lube, and there was a towel draped over your sheets. He grinned, gesturing to the preparation you’d done, “You really know how to spoil a guy.”

You rolled your eyes in response, ignoring his sarcastic comment, before taking a step closer to him to press a kiss to his lips. He hummed happily at the way you caressed him before he pulled back far enough to ask how you wanted him.

“On all fours? I think…” You breathed against his lips, and he nodded, running a hand through your hair before kissing you again.

Everything slowed to a leisurely pace as Pedro helped to ease your top over your head, letting you do the same for him, before he stepped close enough for you to feel his bare skin against your torso. He placed gentle kisses to your neck as he undid your jeans, and it didn’t take long for you to be stood in front of him in your underwear. When he went to unclasp your bra, however, you stopped him suddenly.

“I… I think I wanna keep these on…” You whispered, and Pedro nodded, understanding the vulnerable quiver in your voice. Instead, he focused on undressing himself, stepping out of his jeans and boxers. He kissed your lips one last time before smoothing his hands down your body, following them down so that he was knelt in front of you. He placed an open mouthed kiss to the soft skin of your stomach, just below your belly button, and your played with his hair as you smiled down at him.

He fumbled blindly behind him on the bed, hand finding the bottle of lube before finally falling upon the strap-on next to it. He broke eye contact with you just long enough to position it properly, holding it out for you to step into.

“Such a gentleman,” You laughed, resting your hands on his shoulders as you did so, thankful for his support. He slowly eased the harness up over your thighs, standing up when he reached your hips. You watched him carefully as he tightened the straps, finding your eyes once more to check that you were comfortable.

Once you’d adjusted yourself, you couldn’t help but giggle. “This is fucking weird…” You mumbled, reaching out to rub your hand over his, craving any kind of contact.

Pedro smiled in response and, unable to resist his intrusive thoughts any longer, playfully tapped the dildo, smirking as it bounced. “You look great though.”

You laughed again, shaking your head as you pulled him into you. He whimpered slightly as he felt the silicone cock press against his own, but your mumbled apology was cut off as he kissed you, his lips and tongue needy against yours.

You were breathless when he pulled back, and you turned him around quickly, hands gently guiding him onto your bed, pushing slightly on his lower back. Pedro crawled forward onto the towel, trying to position himself as centrally as possible, and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to spank him, gently swatting his skin.

“Fuck!” Pedro cried, not meaning to sound so wrecked but his breath caught in his throat, followed by a shocked laugh. He peered over his shoulder to throw you a look. “One thing at a time…”

You bit your lip at the heat in his eyes, making a mental note to try that again another night. “Sorry,” You mumbled, and Pedro just smiled as you ran your hands up the backs of his thighs, urging him to spread his legs further.

You began slow, starting with one lubed up finger. Even though Pedro had told you that he’d experimented alone, you were well aware that this angle would allow you to go deeper than he had managed. You waited until you could hear small moans from him before adding a second finger. He was clenching hard against the intrusion, but you just shushed him, slowly easing in and out of him until you felt him begin to relax. It wasn't until you were working your third finger into him and curling them inside that he groaned, loud and deep, his head dropped between his shoulders.

“Fuck… I’m not gunna last to the main event if you keep doing that…”

Despite what you were doing, you found yourself smiling shyly, feeling pride swell in your chest as he praised you. You leant forward and placed a soft kiss to his spine, twisting your fingers one last time before pulling them out and leaning back to grab the lube. Pedro twisted slightly to watch as you smeared the clear gel over the toy, his own cock twitching in anticipation. It wasn’t long before you were back up on your knees again, slotting between his spread legs and grabbing his left hip, lining yourself up with your cock in your right hand. “Y-You ready?”

Pedro could hear the nerves in your voice, and he reached back to cover the hand on his hip, squeezing gently.

“Ready.”

Slowly, you pressed into him. Your hips stuttered slightly as you tried to get used to the new motion, and Pedro’s hand fell from yours back down to grab at the towel beneath him. “Jesus…” He whined. The dildo wasn’t much thicker than your fingers had been, but it was definitely longer, and as you bottomed out in him he whimpered at how deep it felt.

You paused once your hips were flush against his ass, running your still slick hand up Pedro’s back, trying to be as gentle as possible. “You okay?” You asked quietly, listening intently to how he was breathing beneath you.

“M’good…” He moaned, trying to look back at you but gasping as his movement sent a whole new sensation through his body. “Fuck… Feels so… so weird…”

“You’re telling me…” You smirked. “Good weird or bad weird? I can pull back if you want-“

“Ah! No!” He cried as you started to retreat, his hand once again flew back to grab the one you still had on his hip. “It’s… It’s good weird… Fuck, do it again…”

You’d hardly moved an inch when he had stopped you, but you pushed forward again regardless. The noise that fell from Pedro’s lips was all the encouragement you needed to continue shallowly rocking back and forth.

After a few minutes, you could feel the tension leave Pedro’s body with each thrust you made, opening up more to the sensations he was feeling. The sound of your hips making contact with his ass, along with his ragged breaths filled your ears, but you needed more from him.

“Is-Is this okay?”

Pedro grunted in response, but that wasn’t enough confirmation for you. You pinched at his hip to get his attention. “Babe… You gotta use your words… I can’t feel anything, remember?”

His breathy laugh made you smile. “Sorry… Feels great…” He practically purred, daring to arch his back slightly and groaning as it allowed you to thrust deeper.

“I don’t get how you guys keep this up…” You grumbled, already panting at the effort you were putting in. “My knees are killing me…” You laughed, adjusting your stance so that your legs were spread wider in attempt to roll your hips up into him.

The change of angle made Pedro whine, his hands scrambling to grasp at the towel, the sheets, anything he could. “Fuck me…”

His voice sounded wrecked.

“Yeah?” You grunted, your stomach twisting as you could feel your own arousal burning.

“Yeah!” He nodded dumbly, “Fuck, yeah… Right there…” He whined, and you made sure to continue rocking yourself into that spot, relishing in the amount of pleasure you were drawing out of him.

Pedro began to push himself backwards to meet your thrusts, moaning obscenely each time he did. “Shit, think- think I’m gunna come…”

You moaned loudly, feeling your core tingle at his words. “Want me to touch you?” You asked, conscious that this was about his desires, needing him to decide how he fell apart.

He nodded his head, his upper body slumping forward to press his face into the mattress. As if he suddenly remembered your earlier command, he breathed out a needy yes, and it was all you needed to remove your right hand from his hip, reaching around to wrap your still slick fingers around his cock. You held him firmly at the base, shivering at the sound of his gasp before you began to jerk him firmly in time with your thrusts.

It didn’t take long for Pedro to come once you’d started stroking him, his body convulsing as he spilled over your hand and the towel beneath him. You slowed your thrusts, listening to each whine that Pedro made as he twitched under your touch. You let go of his cock when you felt like the sensation was becoming too much for him, placing your hands onto the soft curve of his ass and gently withdrawing from him. He hissed as you did, feeling empty and shivery at the mixture of cool lube and warm come on his skin.

You leant forward, silicone dick now pressed against his thigh as you kissed his cheek. “Stay right there…” You whispered into his ear, slowly helping him to ease down flat on his stomach, “I’ll be right back…”

And then you were gone.

You made your way to the bathroom, loosening the straps on the harness before stepping out of it and throwing it in the sink. You washed your hands quickly, getting rid of the majority of the stickiness that coated your fingers, deciding to clean up the dildo afterwards, once you’d taken care of Pedro.

Making sure the water was warm, you held a washcloth under the tap, wringing it out as best you could. You took it with you to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with cold water before going back to find Pedro right where you left him, looking well and truly fucked, ass covered with come and lube.

He felt the mattress dip as you climbed on next to him, placing the water on the bedside table. He eyed it lazily, tongue poking out to lick his lips, suddenly realising how dry his mouth was. He went to move but you placed a firm hand on the small of his back as you shushed him. “Stay still… I’m gunna clean you up…”

Pedro grinned and let his eyes shut again as he sighed contentedly, allowing himself to relax into the feeling of you wiping the washcloth over his sensitive skin. He shivered as you moved it gently between his cheeks, giggling to himself at the sensation. “Tickles…” He mumbled, and you smiled when you looked back up the bed at him. You patted him gently on the ass, smoothing your hand over to his hip and pushing lightly.

“Roll over. Lemme get your front.”

He did as he was told, flopping onto his back and stretching his legs languidly as you repeated the process on his stomach and groin. He had one arm behind his head, the other resting against his chest, watching your every move as he breathed softly.

Once you were done, you put the washcloth onto the towel and crawled up to brace your arms either side of Pedro’s head. “You okay?”

He nodded, the hand that was on his chest reaching up to cup your cheek. He loved how you leaned into him each time he did that.

“I’m great…” He mumbled, pulling you down so that he could kiss you, the only way he knew how to show you his gratitude. You smiled against his lips, wanting nothing more than to melt into his embrace, but Pedro had other ideas.

You squeaked as he suddenly rolled you onto your back, straddling your hips. You winced as he pressed you into the towel. “Eurgh, Pedro! Now I’m all sticky…”

“Good.” He smirked, before sitting up far enough to pick up the glass of water. You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed as he drank greedily, before he returned the cup to the bedside table, leaning down to kiss you quickly. “I’m not done with you yet…”

Before you could respond, Pedro was clambering out of your lap. Confused, you propped yourself up on your elbows, before realising he was heading to your dresser, yanking open your underwear drawer. You raised an eyebrow as he fished around for a few seconds before he cried out triumphantly and returned to the bed holding the small oval toy you’d found him pondering all those months ago.

What once embarrassed you now made you tense with anticipation. He looked almost shy as he presented the Womanizer to you, eyes pleading. “Please… Show me how it works?”

He knew you could never refuse him when he looked at you like that.

You took the toy from him, and he smiled instantly, leaning down to kiss you before shuffling down to place eager hands on your hips, fingers hooking under the waistband of your underwear. You lifted up for him, and he slide them down your thighs and off your legs, throwing them aside. He spent a few seconds smoothing his hands against the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs as you placed your feet flat against the mattress. It seemed to pain him to drag his eyes away from your slick cunt to look at you expectantly.

You let out a shaky breath under his scrutinisation, suddenly feeling vulnerable at the thought of letting him watch you pleasure yourself. You pushed those thoughts to the side though when he smiled gently and placed a kiss to your knee cap.

“This,” You breathed holding the toy up so he could see it, “Is a clitoral stimulator.”

His tongue flicked out to wet his lips and you moaned softly.

“It… It basically feels like someone eating you out. But way more intense…” You continued, slowly moving your free hand down to touch yourself, sighing at how wet you were, before you gently spread your labia. Pedro watched with eager eyes as you brought the toy down to your clit, enveloping it with the stimulation head, and then you pushed the button.

Your eyes fluttered shut as the familiar sensation of waves began to pulse through your body, and it wasn’t long before you pressed the button once more. Pedro heard the soft hum increase as you activated what he assumed was your preferred setting, and then you were moaning and drawing your legs closer to your body. He was entranced, watching you writhe against the tiny object, amazed that such an strong feeling could come from it. He watched as your cunt clenched around nothing, cock twitching at the sight.

No. Too soon.

He settled between your legs, and you cried out as he ran his fingertips up and down the backs of your thighs, fingernails lightly skirting over your skin. It sent shivers up your spine which combined with the full body tingles from the toy deliciously.

“Pedro…” You moaned, beginning to fall apart already. He just hummed in response. You didn’t notice as he raised his right hand to his mouth, placed his middle and ring finger between his lips and sucked lewdly.

Your eyes snapped open, however, when he gently slid them inside of you. “Ah! P-Pedro!” You gasped. You’d never paired the toy with vaginal penetration before, the sensations from the suction on your clit overwhelming enough on its own. When he hooked his fingers slightly, you whimpered, head thrashing back against the pillow. “Fuck, Pedro! It’s- It’s too much…”

He shushed you, kissing the inside of your quivering thigh as he began to thrust his fingers shallowly. Arching your back, you gasped out ragged breaths. Your face was screwed up as you sobbed loudly.

“Breathe, sweetheart…” He mumbled, deep in his chest.

“Fu-uck!” You whined, knowing you sounded petulant but not caring. “I’m trying!”

Even though you couldn’t see him, you felt him smirk, moving his fingers faster as your hips canted to chase both sensations.

“Shit, shit, shit! Pedro!” You cried, suddenly feeling the pressure build in your core, and you gasped in shock as you began to realise what was happening. You tried to pull the toy away from your clit in time, but you couldn’t stop the steady stream of liquid pushing out of your cunt and down Pedro’s fingers, soaking the towel beneath you.

“Jesus Christ…” You heard him groan, and you scrabbled to push yourself away from his relentless hands, gasping in lungfuls of air as you stared down at him with wide eyes.

“I… I can’t… Shit, that’s never… I’m so sorry…” You were spiralling, face red as you clamped your legs shut and tried to hide the evidence, gathering the towel up and swearing again when you realised your come had soaked through to the bedding. “Fuck!”

Pedro took the towel from you, throwing it to the floor before his hands were on your shoulders. You shuddered at the slick he smeared on you from his right hand before he gathered you against his chest.

“Shhh… It’s okay!” He whispered, pressing kisses to the top of your head as you tried to bury into his skin, wanting to hide your face from him. “Don’t be embarrassed…”

You groaned, trying to calm your breathing as Pedro ran a hand up and down your back. “You must think I’m such a pervert…”

Pedro smiled against your hair, “No…” He kissed your forehead. “I think you’re hot…”

He laughed as you whimpered against his skin, “I could die…”

“Please don’t.” He mumbled, smirking. “Cause I wanna try all of that again.”

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suzukiblu · 1 year ago

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Ask game: maternal

Kon purrs in contentment, and Clara strokes his hair again.

"There you go, kid," she says.

Her milk tastes so good. Kon's never actually had omega milk before–Cadmus didn't even feed him any during the accelerated aging process, according to his file–but Clara's is very, very sweet and reminds him of honey or melted ice cream or almond milk or maybe just something he can't quite place but has been absolutely desperately craving.

Might've been craving all his life, some distracted and distant part of him thinks.

Suddenly all the random weirdly-timed sugar binges he's gone on after hanging out around Clara make a whole lot more sense.

So yeah. Her milk tastes so, so good, and Kon wants as much of it as she's willing to give him.

"Is he okay?" Kara asks as she floats up beside them. Kon ignores her, because she doesn't smell as good as Clara and also just isn't Clara. Like–she's cool, yeah, but she's not Clara.

"I'm not sure what's going on," Clara replies, back to petting through his hair. "He doesn't seem to be injured or upset, but he's in full feral drop and he was tearing up the whole block right up until he scented me and then he just started chirping for attention instead."

"Huh," Kara says, tilting her head. "I'd say maybe hypnosis or mind control but like . . . who the hell would mind-control him into chirping at you until you got milked up for him? Like it's distracting and all, sure, but it doesn't seem very . . . supervillain? And also like, kind of a big leap of logic that it'd even work to begin with, I didn't even know you felt that way about Kon."

"It always seemed . . . awkward to mention," Clara says, sounding a little uncomfortable. "Considering what he was bioengineered for and what Cadmus tried to teach him to want from me. I assumed bringing it up would just embarrass him. And he's always been, well . . . he was already sixteen anyway, and so independent, and how many sixteen year-olds actually want a mom?"

"I wanted a mom when I was sixteen," Kara says. "On account of mine being, you know. Dead. And Kon's never had a mom at all."

". . . fair point," Clara mutters as she pulls her fingers through Kon's hair, sounding bothered. "But Cadmus still tried to make him want a certain kind of relationship with me, and he always seems to pull back when I try to reach out too much, and I just . . . maybe I should've just talked to the kid about how I feel about him sooner, I don't know. Or . . . well, at all."

"Maybe," Kara says. "Though I'm still pretty sure that there isn't a supervillain plan that hinges on you nursing the guy that you have complicated maternal feelings towards on a random roof in the middle of downtown, so . . ."

"Probably not, but could you go make sure the city isn't about to be destroyed anyway, just in case?" Clara asks.

#superfamily #clark kent #kon el #kara zor el #superman #superboy #supergirl #omegaverse #not sfw #wip: alpha!kon and his supermom

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analogwriting · 9 months ago

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Favorite View

Killer x gn!reader (amab) a/n: i wrote this one when i was even MORE slammered so hopefully it aint ass lmfaooo

“Killi! Look at that view!” You ran towards the balcony of your room, opening it and walking outside.

You were currently on a summer resort island. The ship needed to make repairs and some of them deep repairs, so everyone needed to be off the ship for a few days. Luckily, there were plenty of different resorts on the island, so everyone was nice and spread out.

You and Killer rented your own room, both of you more than excited to have some time away from the others. They were always constantly at the both of your feet that you didn't have time for each other. And if you happened to, you were sleeping because everyone had exhausted you.

You felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your middle. “Mm, it's nice. But I think I like this view more,” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss at your neck. You let out a breathy laugh, reaching up to gently touch the side of his face.

“You're so corny,” you mused.

You stood there like that for a moment, just enjoying everything. The view of the island in its beautiful summer paradise feel. Everything was beautiful and green. The air was warm, but the breeze that rolled in from the ocean provided a coolness that made the heat bearable. You could stay in this moment forever.

Only someone had a different idea in mind.

You felt Killer sink his teeth into your neck and you gasped in surprise, a breathy moan escaping you. “Right here?” He only grunted in response as he moved his hands, groping your hips roughly and pressing you into the balcony slightly.

You could feel his burning desire through his pants. You wouldn't have been surprised if he was riled up since the both of you entered the room. He had immediately taken off his helmet, so this might've been the goal from the beginning. Being pent up from not having a moment alone was something the both of you were suffering from.

You felt as quickly undid your pants, pulling out your cock and stroking you. “Cutting right to the chase,” you breathed shakily. You were instant putty in his hands. It didn't help that you had been longing for his touch so much that you're instantly sent into overdrive because of it. You pressed against him, whining softly.

He pumped your cock and it wasn't long at all before you were sent over the edge, making a mess of both his hand and the fence of the balcony. You were panting, head spinning already. He released you and you leaned over on the railing, trying to catch your breath.

You felt as he pressed against you and felt just how excited he was. He leaned down pressing a kiss against the crook of your neck. Next thing you knew, your pants were around your ankles. You shivered at the cool breeze that passed through your legs.

“Make sure you're not too loud.” You heard him whisper in your ear. You looked down, seeing some of your own crew mates down below. Fuck, again? “I'm starting to think you're into this kind of thing,” you murmured.

“There is an extra level of excitement, I suppose,” he said. You felt his hands move towards your ass. He groped it roughly and you bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to be too loud. You weren't sure exactly how easy it would be for the others to hear you, but you weren't about to risk it.

The last thing you needed was your brother seeing you getting absolutely railed by his best friend. That would be traumatizing for all of you. On the plus side, he hadn’t seemed to be with the ground down below, so that was good.

“I also like watching you squirm and trying not to be too loud,” he said before inserting one of his thick fingers inside of you. Your eyes widened slightly at the sudden intrusion and you choked on a groan. “Fuck,” You muttered, pressing into his hand.

“I'm almost tempted to tell you to skip the stretching and just fuck me.” You squirmed as he moved the appendage inside of you before inserting another one, causing you to moan a bit louder. You were panting already, head beginning to cloud.

“As much as I would love that, it's been a while.” It was true, the two of you hadn't really had time to shag. “But I'll be quick.”

You felt as he slipped in a third and you groaned both with impatience and pleasure. “I don't think I'm going to be able to hold out much longer,” you breathed, head spinning faster than a top on a table. You just wanted him inside of you. Now.

Killer only chuckled, clearly amused with your desperation. “You laugh, but I'm sure you're just as-” You cut yourself off with a gaspy whine as he pulled his fingers out. You shivered as you were suddenly left empty.

“You talk a lot for someone who is about to get their shit wrecked.”

You glared at him over your shoulder. “I do not! It's only-” Your eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly felt him shoving himself inside of you. You bent over the railing, completely forgetting that you were outside as you moaned loud enough for it to echo.

He grabbed you by the back of your jacket, pulling you upright and shoving himself deeper inside. Your eyes rolled backwards and you went slack for a moment.

“Hey Killer! Hey, y/n! Didn't even see you up there!” Gig was down below with Pomp and Papas. You were glad that the bottom half of the railing was solid instead of barred or you'd be on full display right now.

“You better get it together or they'll get suspicious,” Killer taunted in your ear. You mustered up enough strength to give a small wave.

“Yeah,” you choked out. “Enjoying the view!” Your voice was strained from the ungodly guttural moan from just moments ago. You were silently cursing Killer at this point as well. This was just evil, but again, you did moan loud enough for the entire island to hear.

“It really is nice! Are you guys joining us? I think the captain wanted everyone to gather by the tiki bar for a toast.”

You honestly couldn't even think straight. His words were hardly processing in your mind right now. Having Killer's thick cock stretching out your insides was making it hard to think straight. You could even feel it twitching inside of you. He was raring to go just as much as you were.

“We'll be down in a bit. There's still a couple things we gotta check off the list before we head that way.” Killer spot up this time and you could hear the strain in his own voice.

“Sounds good. Don't work yourself too hard, we're supposed to relax!”

“Oh trust me, we will.”

Finally, the trio down below headed off to where the captain supposedly told everyone to meet up. Killer let go of you and you leaned on the railing, panting heavily. “Holy shit, I didn't think they were going to leave,” you breathed.

“Do you-” You didn't get a chance to say anything else before Killer began to move inside of you. He didn't start off easy either. He was absolutely letting you have it. At the rate that he was slamming into you, one would think he was never going to see you again after this.

You gripped the railing tightly, head spinning. You did your best to hold back your moans, not wanting to alert anyone else. Hell, you'd look if you could see straight, but your eyes were glued to the back of your head at the moment as he mercilessly pounded into you.

You were already feeling your legs begin to tingle and grow numb from being bent over the railing in such a way, and the sheer pleasure coursing through your body. You just knew you were going to have some nasty bruises on your hips tomorrow from both Killer's hands and the structure.

“I told you, you talk a lot,” he grumbled in your ear before biting it.

“Th-hng…” You were going to try to retort, but absolutely not. The cloud of lust already settled in your brain and no thoughts were present.

Killer really decided to push your limits as you felt one of his hands wrap around your cock and start pumping. You let out another cry of pleasure, not even caring if anyone heard at this point. It didn't seem the other cared either because only a breathless chuckle came from him.

Between your breathy moans, Killer’s grunts, and skin against skin echoing around you, you wouldn't be surprised if the whole island knew you were boning at this point.

“K-Ki-ah!” You felt yourself push over the edge as you came again, making more of a mess on the railing before you.

You further collapsed into the railing, having no strength left to prop yourself up, but Killer wasn't done using you as his cock sleeve. You felt his hand travel up to your hair and yank you up. You cried out, head spinning with pleasure. You might just die a blissful death at this point. You already felt like you were floating.

You felt Killer pause his movements and you panted heavily, looking back at him confused. “Lift.” He patted your leg and you did as he commanded, still unsure of what was going on. He slid his hand under your thigh, lifting you.

You gasped in surprise and felt him do the same with the other. You've never been full nelsoned before but here you were. “Fuck,” You squeaked before he started thrusting up into you.

Once again, your eyes were glued to the back of your head as you were railed into over and over. You felt him reach even deeper as your legs were spread a bit wider so he could. Hell, you didn't even know you were this flexible. Then you felt the head of his cock ram into that sweet, sweet spot that made you see stars.

You let out a strangled moan, your legs twitching. You had already been milked for all you had, but you could feel your own cock twitching as you reached euphoria once more.

And then Killer kept ramming that spot and you swear you saw whatever god people talked about.

After what felt like eternity, but in all actuality wasn't that long, Killer’s hips stopped as he unloaded inside of you. You let out a long whine as you were filled to the brim, feeling it ooze out a bit.

Killer was panting, backing up slightly until he found the chair. He sat down, somewhat collapsing in it. As you were suddenly dropped into his lap when he plopped down, he was shoved deeper inside and you saw white for a moment. Your entire body was buzzing with pleasure and all the energy you had was gone.

The two of you sat there, panting, trying to recover even somewhat. You could already feel the bruises forming on your hips. You just had to make sure to keep everything covered so that no one would freak out.

You leaned forward, resting your head on the table before looking behind you.

Killer just grinned as he tried catching his breath. “Mmmm. That is my favorite view,” he cooked, leaning down to kiss you gently.

Fucking sap.

#i've been wasted and drinking for seven hours at this point #water? never heard of her #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #massacre soldier killer #killer x reader #killer #killer one piece #am fics #one piece smut

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bloody-cupcakes · 4 months ago

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smacks this fic on the table

https://www.tumblr.com/bloody-cupcakes/753689763596353536/hello-can-i-request-something-with-jd-with-a?source=share

hihi hello hai

do u think u could write smth like this but w john…👁️👁️

Assuming you're meaning john bender from the breakfast club yes I can! I started writing something else but it ended up taking a mind of it's own and sort of spiraled out of control and away from the original prompt so if you're wondering why this has taken so long that's why 😭 I plan on posting the other one soon though if you're interested. Also I feel like this isn't very good?? Idk

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, yandere for yandere nonsense, both Bender and the reader are kind of crazy but the reader is a lot more obvious about it, swearing, mentions of underage smoking (weed and cigarettes), light stalking, implied/referenced abuse, mentions of violence/fights/implied murder

There were typically only two types of kids who ended up in detention: good, decent ones who made an honest mistake, and delinquents who either purposely got detention or didn't really give a shit. Bender was the second one, obviously.

When you first showed up in detention, he thought for a split second you might be the first type. That was until you looked over at him with eyes that were full of mischief and chaos, immediately giving you away.

"Hi," you greeted him like it was nothing. You were sitting at the desk in front of him, but you had turned around in your chair so you could stare at him like some kind of attention starved puppy.

He just looked at you for a second with a raised eyebrow, having no idea what to think. "Uh, hi." You were definitely cute, and you didn't seem to have a problem talking to him even though he was widely known throughout the school to be a criminal, but something about you was off, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. It intrigued him.

"I really like your hair. It looks really soft." Being socially aware seemed to be something you clearly knew nothing about, because who starts a conversation like that? No one that was considered "normal" by that school's standards, he could tell you that much.

"Can I...?" You asked vaguely, trailing off while you reached your hand forward, as if you wanted to touch him. Part of him wanted to be annoyed, another part wanted to mess with you so badly, but eventually it was the third part of him that won out. As much as he tried to, he couldn't find it in him to care.

"Yeah, sure." He leaned forward and tilted his head down, allowing you to touch it. He heard you let out a gasp of delight before you moved your hand to rest on top of his head, gently stroking his hair.

The giggle you let out made him smile, even though he'd deny it if you ever asked. Once you were satisfied with touching his hair, you pulled your hand away and went back to staring at him.

Bender didn't think anything of it, thinking that maybe you were just kind of weird, which you definitely were, as it turned out, because you spent the entirety of detention bothering him. You were constantly asking what he was doing, and even when you weren't directly messing with him you still didn't leave him alone, choosing to just sort of stare in his direction. Other people might've been unnerved, but he didn't care too much.

He thought that once detention was over that'd be the last he'd see of you, but it turned out he was wrong when you started showing up in the school parking lot during lunch to get high with him and skipping class to join him with whatever random thing he was doing.

No matter what he did, you were there. He even caught you breaking into his locker a few times and trying to follow him home. The locker thing didn't bother him that much, since he knew you wouldn't snitch on him for having weed, but there was no way he was going to allow you at his house. It was hard having to tell you to leave him alone, but it was even harder having to imagine you littered with bruises and cuts because his dad had an off day.

That didn't mean you couldn't hold your own, however. He knew you could because he'd seen you yell at other students and even teachers for the snide comments they made about him. You were always so adorable whenever you threatened to get violent.

Despite that, he knew he'd never be able to forgive himself if you ended up getting hurt because of him. He'd already been in detention more than once for getting into fights with people who made fun of you for how "crazy" you were, something that he just didn't see. How could anyone not fall in love with that slightly unhinged look in your eyes?

One thing he never did have to worry about was spending detention alone, because unlike him you had no clue how to act natural whenever you were doing something you weren't supposed to. Whereas he could get away with certain things due to being clever enough, you couldn't because of how visibly insane you were. Sometimes you were given detention for no reason at all, it just seemed to be a precaution they were taking.

"I want you to tell me if they hurt you again," you suddenly demanded one Saturday while the two of you were hanging out in the library during said detention. "Your parents, I mean. Or Vernon, or anyone. You protect me, so I want to be able to protect you."

"I don't need you to protect me," Bender replied with a scoff as he lit up yet another cigarette. He didn't miss the glare in your eyes that formed at his words.

"I don't care if you need it or not," you practically snapped in reply. Other people would fear for their safety if they heard you use that tone directed towards them, but he was used to your temper flares by now. "I just- I want you to know that I care about you, y'know? And that I can keep you safe."

He paused upon hearing your words, thinking them over some before letting out a sigh. As much as he wanted to tell you to mind your own business, he knew you'd find out sooner or later. "The gym teacher threatened to break my nose for making him look ridiculous in front of the other kids," he muttered as he stared down, his cigarette momentarily forgotten.

Your gaze softened as you watched him, knowing how much it took for him to admit it. "I'm sorry that happened to you, John. I'll make sure to take care of it, okay?"

The way you said his name made his heart beat faster, an affectionate gleam in his eyes as he looked up at you. "I know you will. Just be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you, either."

Letting out a devious giggle, you gave him a twisted smile that would send other people running for the hills but only made the butterflies in his stomach get worse. "Believe me, I'm not the one you need to worry about."

A couple days later, said gym teacher ended up going missing. Several people were questioned by the police as they tried to find out what happened, including you two, but eventually they hit a dead end and were forced to file what happened under the cold cases.

You were right when you said you wanted to protect him, and unlike other people you made sure you followed through with it. I guess it didn't hurt to have someone that was considered crazy care about you.

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pixiekwixie · 1 year ago

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The Research - 2

➺ Miguel O'Hara x Reader || Mature, 18+

➺ Summary - In which Miguel struggles to keep his hands and eyes off his lab assistant.

previous chapter - next chapter

➺ warnings - this chapter might be long, Stalking/perversion (Miguel's been watching you for a while now), male masturbation (jerking off), some angst?, jealousy?, making out, choking, hickeys, biting (miguel bites you with his fangs), stripping, dom miguel, name calling, degradation, oral (male), gagging, deepthroating, crying, OC is a masochist, sadism (miguels a sadist), slapping (with a dick), dirty talk, clit slapping, fingering, edging, unprotected sex, cervix fucking? idk he's big that's all, ass slapping, creampie, some fluff

➺ words - 5.3k

➺ notes: sorry for this part being so late, video games got me in a chokehold. I tried to keep the smut as general and inclusive as i could with descriptions and stuff, so i hope you guys enjoy it, im also working on other miguel stories to release in the future (pregnant reader au, barista reader au, etc) but for now lets enjoy this series first. feedback, and what you guys think is welcomed, please enjoy :)

➺ translations below:

mi reina - my queen

continua hermosa - continue beautiful

Usa tus palabras, hermosa - use your words, beautiful

preciosa - precious

cariño - dear

eres mia, solo mia - you're mine, only mine

--- 🕷 ---

"You know... I think it's kind of weird you've been stalking her for an hour now" Lyla spoke as she watched the monitor with Miguel, observing as you ate breakfast. Without a word, he changed the angle with a click to this keyboard to face you.

"I mean, technically, you stalk everyone"

Lyla looked at him but he didn't budge, he held the same stern look as he looked at you.

"Do you like her? Find her attractive? Wanna have sex with her?" Lyla smiled as she watched him huff in annoyance, knowing he was to blame for her attitude.

"Was watching her last night not enough?"

"What?" Miguel hissed at the hologram on his shoulder, she held a sly grin as she tapped her foot- knowing she had his attention now. Lyla was usually everywhere all at once, responding to whoever needed her.

Which usually meant she was listening, something that Miguel might've forgotten from the look of his reaction.

"You're spying on me?" He raised his voice as he looked down at her.

"You're spying on her, what's the difference?"

There was a pause as he looked back onto the screen where you were getting ready for work, ignoring Lyla.

As he watched you he started to feel a tight feeling in the pit of his stomach. Was it guilt? Was watching you really that wrong of him?

Today wasn't the first time he had taken to watching you go about your day. He hated to admit he had been watching you for the last week, and it all began when you wore a dress shirt that revealed some of your cleavage. It set off something inside of him like he had never seen a woman's body before, your body, and he couldn't get the image out of his mind.

Ever since, he's spent most of his nights watching you go about your day. From the way you would caress your hands across your body as you showered, to the way your breasts looked as you slept.

Last night, however, his desire became uncontrollable as he watched you pleasure yourself.

He had hissed when he saw you spread your legs out, practically giving him a front row view of your most delicate jewel. He wondered what it would be like if he just tasted you on his tongue, to lap at your folds and suck on your most delicate spots- to hear you moan and cum to his name.

He couldn't resist himself as he watched your finger yourself, the erection in his pants had become more obvious so he took it upon himself to jerk off while watching you.

The head of his cock was weeping with arousal as he rubbed a thumb over the slit of his cock, stroking at the head he imagined what your mouth would feel like- what your tongue would feel like if you licked his hardened length.

Gripping his cock with his hand he started pumping slowly, watching as your pussy gripped around your fingers. The way your body quivered and shook with pleasure, he liked the way you look- needy and desperate.

He stroked his cock faster as he began to imagine your pussy around him, the more he watched your body the more arousal leaked out of the tip- and the more the wanted to be inside of yo.

Mind black, and dazed from pleasure, he kept moaning your name repeatedly while his strokes became faster. Fangs peeking out from his mouth with every breath, he kept a gradual pace as he felt the coil in his abdomen come undone.

"Fuck- Ah-" he moaned lowly as his cum splurged onto his abdomen and onto his hand.

Stroking himself slowly and softly he whimpered sweet nothings about filling you up while he admired your body.

He had deemed you were his, even if you didn't know it.

So he spent most of night watching you pleasure yourself over, and over again. And with every watch he enjoyed it more, from your soft moans to the way your face contorted in pleasure.

He knew it was strange to be watching you but he couldn't help it, after the first time he saw you his body became unpredictable and needy for your warmth.

He knew there was a possible risk in taking modified spider venom more than once a day, but if he didn't then- well, he didn't know what would happen.

He just knew his desire for you was almost unbearable.

"You're terrible at expressing your feelings Miguel, just tell her you find her attractive" Lyla shrugged.

"It's not that easy, if I start something then who knows what would happen..." he muttered the last part, knowing that being close to you, and your scent, would be addicting if he pursued you.

"She has her own life on her earth, and I have mine, I can't disrupt the balance of the multiverse"

Lyla only rolled her eyes, "What's the worse that could happen? Just have fun dude" Lyla cocked her head before glitching off to whoever needed her.

"Fun..." he whispered as he watched you walk out the door to start your work day.

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"SEAN!" You say excitedly as he makes his way towards you within the lunch room.

"Hey!" He says with a quick hug.

"Wow you're back so soon, how was the vacation?" You smile as you take in his mild tan, he wasn't much of an outdoor person so you can imagine he had fun.

Sean has been a friend and co-worker for as long as you could remember, and as of two weeks ago he was on vacation with his girlfriend. Someone you set him up with back in high school, so when he asked you to help him plan his proposal you couldn't help but say yes.

"Millie got sick," he sighed as ushered you to sit down at an open table with him.

"What happened?"

"She just ate way too much seafood" you share a laugh, but the moment was interrupted when gizmo-watch in your hand started to beep, it amazed you it could even do that as it would usually just light up if someone needed you.

"Are you gonna get that?" He asked, shaking your head with a laugh you fumble with it until it stopped beeping.

"I'm guessing the proposal didn't happen then?" You quirk an eyebrow up at him, trying to dismiss the embarrassment from a couple seconds ago. If anyone knew you- it was him, and you weren't ready to tell him you were part of a secret society.

"Unfortunately no, and the hotel was greedy enough that they wouldn't reimburse us for the days we didn't stay" he rolled his eyes with a smile, he seemed very happy in his relationship with Millie- sometimes it was something you envied.

The warm feeling of knowing there's someone waiting for you, or the way you could remember the things they love. You enjoyed being single, you didn't having to worry about someone else or their needs but sometimes, and only sometimes, you envied their happiness and the love they shared.

"Enough about me- how are you? Have you met someone?"

Your eyes widen as the attention was brought back to you, heat flooded through your body in embarrassment. Do you tell him about Miguel? Do you dismiss it? Would he know if you lied?

"Me? Well-" you drag out the last word as you try to come up with something to say but before you could the gizmo started to beep again, looking down at your wrist with furrowed brows you fidget with it once more.

"Uh- are you gonna get that? Sounds important" he states with a drink of his coffee, paying attention to way your body discreetly trembled- he knew you were nervous.

You giggle awkwardly, "It's not... d-don't worry" you look back up at him, his eyebrows quirked up in a questioning manner.

He was trying to decipher you, trying to pick you apart.

"What? Are you seeing someone?" His smile got bigger, you shook your hands trying deny it. Sure, you and Miguel shared a very very close moment but there was nothing more to that and he made sure you knew it.

You almost thanked the heavens as the gizmo started to beep again, it just saved from you from having to come up with a lie.

However, it was annoying.

With a grunt you get up from your chair as you point to the gizmo on your wrist before quickly apologizing and making your way to the nearest bathroom.

Locking the door behind you, Lyla pops up in front of you with an annoyed look.

"Took you long enough"

"Lyla, seriously, I'm working and you know that"

Although she was artificial you still expected Lyla to understand, well, at least understand more than Miguel.

"Listen, I wouldn't ask if I needed to but- I need your help with Miguel."

Her tone changed, gone was her usual sass and present stood a Lyla that seemed worried and serious- she almost seemed human.

"Wha- Is he okay? What happened?"

Lyla sighed, "We don't know here he is, he turned off his location and hasn't taken his injections today... "

She seemed so genuine as she avoided your gaze, what was in her programming that made her like that? Was it really Miguel who made her? Someone as expressionless as him?

Throwing those thoughts aside, you try to focus on the present question.

"Lyla, I'm working a-and I don't know if I want to help you guys look for him" you spoke but deep inside you worried and you wanted to know more, you wanted to make sure he was okay.

"Thing is..." she dragged out, pacing around with her head down.

"Lyla, what?"

"It would only be you searching for him" Lyla turns to you slowly, you almost flinch at her words.

Only you? Did she know what you guys did yesterday?

"That's dangerous for me- what if he kills me?"

You knew he wouldn't do that, he didn't have a no-kill rule like the others but the only thing that scared you was being near him.

"I saw what you guys did yesterday and-"

"Lyla that was-"

"- I don't care" she looked at you head on, no longer avoiding your gaze.

"You don't?"

"Miguel can do whatever he wants with whoever he wants, all I care about is making sure he's fine" her voice softened as she spoke, it almost broke your heart at how genuine she sounded.

"Okay, I'll do it" you gave in, you knew you would regret it later but now was not the time to think about that.

"Go home, change, and come here- quickly... please" and with that she disappeared, almost like it never happened.

Your body rushed with adrenaline as things clicked in your head. You had to get home quickly before Miguel did something irrational.

You rush out and quickly apologize to Sean as you start to sprint to the exit of the building. You made sure to let reception know you would be leaving early due to a 'family emergency'.

Questions flooded your head as you quickly made your way home, your body was full of a rush as all you could think about was Miguel. If something was terribly wrong he could kill someone, or worse, he could get hurt.

Quickly unlocking the door to your apartment, you throw your things on the couch and begin tot take your top off.

You walked forward as your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness of your room, but you didn't care- all that was in your head was Miguel and finding him.

Your body core started to pulse with heat as you rummaged through your drawers looking for a comfortable shirt, but this wasn't a situation of heat, why was your body suddenly feeling warm?

Your answers were quickly answered as you felt a hot breath tickle the back of your neck.

Was he...?

Your eyes widen as you turn your head to find him staring down at you with glowing red eyes.

"Miguel!" you exclaim in mixture of shock and relief, watching as his brows furrowed- almost as if he was angry.

"W-What are you doing here?" you stuttered out as his face grew closer to yours, his breath fanning over your lips as one of his hands tilted your chin up to him.

"Do you feel it too?" his voice reverberated across your body, sending a jolt of heat to your core.

"I- Are you okay?" your looked at him, genuine concern in your eyes as your discarded the heat that started to blossom in your body.

Grabbing your face with both hands he pulled your face into his, until your noses were touching and you could feel each others breath against your skin.

If he was any different he would've thanked you for worrying about him, but he wasn't that guy, he didn't want to think about the warm stuff in life.

He wanted to focus on the desire he felt for you.

Slipping a hand around your throat with a tight grip, he cocked his head to the side with a small grin that revealed the tips of his fangs to you.

"Do you feel the desire too?" he whispered against your lips, one small move could lead to a kiss and he knew it, he was teasing you.

"I do," your words were almost lost from the way you whispered so softly.

"Que bueno," he whispered before placing his lips onto yours. A jolt of energy flowed through the two of you as lips molded against each other.

His lips were hot, wet and moved like he hadn't seen you in years. Almost like he was trying to eat you alive, with every movement of his lips you could feels his fangs poke you almost like a teasing bite.

Pulling off from your mouth with a pop, he stared down at you moving your head to the side to expose your neck.

"P-Please..." a moan whine escapes your lips as you noticed the way he stared at your neck.

"Please what mi reina? What you want?" he placed a small kiss on your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making you feel hazy.

"My neck- k-kiss me... mark me- please- Aaah" you moaned as he began licking the nape of your neck, treasuring the way your breathing came out ragged. His lips began sucking at the spot, taunting you with the tips of his fangs prodding at your skin.

He continued the assault on you neck, sucking at every part of your neck and shoulders as much as he could.

"B-Bite me-" you let out, you thought he would pause for a moment but you were immediately met with a sharp pain as he dug his fangs into your shoulder blade. The pain was excruciating but it felt so good at the same time.

Pulling away slowly, he suckled and licked at the punctures. Making sure you wouldn't bleed out.

Looking up to find you zoned out in pleasure, he came up to your face waiting as you blinked your eyes open.

"I'm gonna need you to strip for me, okay?" he look directly into your eyes with a demanding tone, your vision was becoming blurry but you nodded.

Your longs ached as you took in a deep breath the moment he removed the grip around your neck. He sat down and watched attentively from the foot of your bed, awaiting the show of your body.

You began to slowly unclasp your bra watching as it fell onto the ground to expose your perky nipples.

"I didn't say stop, continua hermosa"

His words tickled at your core as he watched the bright red glow of his suit highlight and contour the shapes of your body.

You nervously slide off your pants knowing he was eager to see your cunt. Hooking your fingers onto the sides of your panties you shimmy them down very, very slowly.

A small string of slick connecting your panties to your cunt.

"Are you wet for me baby?" his voice was so deep it scared you, but it churned your tummy even more. It made you wetter that he knew you made him feel hot and bothered.

You stood in silence and watched as the hologram of his suit disappeared, long gone was the red bright glow and present was his cock standing tall weeping at the slit with arousal.

"Suck my cock, now"

You fell onto your knees in a hurried manner, admiring the way his cock stood tall. Veins running along the sides of his girth, he was bigger than you had expected.

"Hurry up, slut" he spat out as he watched you fumble with your hands to grab the base of his cock, placing a long wet lick from the base to the tip.

His body shivered as he placed hand behind your head to hold you steady.

"I didn't tell to stop bitch, go ahead" your body shivered as you began to suckle at his tip, enjoying the way he held your head tightly.

"Come on baby, open that mouth of yours, lemme fuck your dirty mouth," he whispered as he pushed your head down onto his length making you gag as he hit the back of your throat, enjoying the way you felt warm and wet.

Grabbing your head with both hands he starts thrusting into your mouth at a steady peace, ignoring the way you kept gagging against his cock, instead he enjoyed the way it sent vibrations all through out his body.

"You feel so good baby" he watched as tears rolled down your cheeks from the intensity of his throats down your throat. Your pussy would clench with his every thrust so much so that you began to feel some wetness start to drip down your legs.

"L-Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth"

He began to snap his hips into you repeatedly while you tried to adjust your jaw to his length. Saliva dripped down your chin as your throat contracted against his cock, making a mess of your face.

He enjoyed the way your body struggled to take him in, the way your eyes dripped with tears and the sweet scent of your arousal that dripped down your legs, as well as the contraction of your throat against him. He wanted to mark every part of you as much as he could, show you how much he wanted you.

Slowly he began pulling his cock out of your mouth, saliva connecting your lips with his tip. Your eyes widened slightly as the site of his erection, could he have gotten bigger? Was that possible?

"Like that? Hm, little slut?" He used a hand to slap the head of his length against your cheek, you felt so dazed and drained from having him so deep in your throat. Your pussy still quivering in desire.

"What do you want, mi reina? Tell me"

He knew you couldn't speak from the way your breathing became heavy but your body buzzed in pleasure.

Looking up at him with pleading eyes, you hoped he understood but instead he squished your face with one hand.

"You... W-Want you..." you voice came out hushed, and your throat ached with every word.

"Get on the bed then, lemme see your slutty pussy" he demanded, helping you up until you laid on your back with your legs propped up- cunt exposed to him.

Staring at his face as he moved around in front of you, you hated to admit you found him beautiful in this moment. Something about him just made you feel at ease despite how brutally he had fucked your throat.

You were brought back to reality when you felt a finger prod at your entrance, you moaned as you looked down to find him playing with your wet folds.

Enjoying the way your pussy seemed to get wetter as he stroked your fold.

"P-Please-" you bucked your hips against his hand, longing for more.

"Please what? Usa tus palabras, hermosa" he whispered against your cunt, continuing to at your entrance slowly as you moaned into his touch.

"Fuck!" you yelp as he lands a slap on your clit- the ache pleasing some of your desire.

"Hm, you liked that?" he grinned as he landed several more small slaps onto your clit, adoring the pained look on your face.

He began to slowly thrust a finger into your weeping core, your body flinching at the pleasure with every stroke of his fingers against your walls. Wetness seeped out of your core as the pads of his fingers bumped into the sensitive spots in your walls.

With another hand he slapped your clit harshly, earning a yelp from you.

"Don't act like you don't like it"

You could hear the smile on his face.

"Get on your hands and knees,"

He rubbed his hands against the supple flesh of your ass, admiring the softness of your skin. He wanted to fuck your ass the more he looked at it, but right now wasn't the time for that.

Your body jolted as he placed a thumb on your sensitive clit, rubbing it slowly as your arousal dripped onto his hand.

"Im not gonna go easy on you, preciosa"

His words made your cunt wetter at the thought, you wanted him to do whatever he wanted- to ruin you in every way possible.

Before you could speak you felt the wet tip of his cock at your entrance, rubbing himself against your slit teasingly.

"Shhh- be still, cariño" he cooed as he thrust his entire length into your warm walls, your mouth fell open at the burn of his cock stretching out your entrance.

He grunted as your walls clenched against his length rapidly as you tried to adjust to his size. He knew you were desperate to be fucked by the way your hands gripped the sheets beneath you, he could come on the spot from the way you moaned his name softly.

Your words were lost as began to thrust into your pussy roughly with both hands placed against your hips. His thrust were animalistic, fueled by pure lust and the desire to release inside of you.

"Your pussy is so tight baby-" he moaned as you clenched rapidly around him, your walls still struggling to adjust to his size. You pushed yourself back into him with every thrust, begging for him to go deeper and find the spot that itched inside of you.

"Miguel- p-please..." you pleaded for him, your breasts burning at the heat as they swinged back and forth with his every thrust.

"Say it louder baby- l-lemme hear you" he grunted as he changed his position to drill harder into you. The new position made you whine in desperation, he was giving you everything you wanted with this new position.

"Fu-Fuck me harder- please!" you throat ached as you spoke but you didn't care, all you could think about was his hot cum being inside of you, and being filled until you were dripping.

His cock hit your sweet spot but you couldn't keep your eyes open with the way he reached the deepest corners of your insides.

"Aaah! Fuck- right- there!" you squeal as tears prickled your eyes again, "Yeah? like that- fuck" he groaned as he hit your cervix with a hard thrust. The way he thrusted into you felt so good, the mix of hard and fast pleased your body just right- this was everything you had wanted.

With every passing moment you felt your climax start to buildup, the coil in your tummy dancing over the edge.

"Mi-Miguel-" you moan as you shut your eyes, embracing yourself for your climax but before you could cum he pulled away from your pussy. He hissed as he watched your pussy gape open rapidly at the denial.

"Why-" you cry out as you shake your ass for him but instead of giving into you, he smack your ass.

Smack!

"Mhmm-!" you cry out, but you didn't mean it, you just wanted to finish- you just wanted his cum inside of you.

"Or what? Hm? Gonna cry?" he taunted as he lifted you up and turned you on your back, you watched his face display a coy grin as you looked at him

He was gonna be the death of you.

His hand gripped your throat as he inched his face closer to yours, watching you blink rapidly at the pressure he held on you. Moaning softly, you stick your tongue out for him- begging him to suck.

"No" he denied, you whined but it was no use as the grip on your throat only worsened.

"You want something, you ask, okay?" he graced the tips of his fangs against your nipples, loving the way your body flinched in danger of being punctured. He took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue licking over your perky bud before sucking at it.

"B-Bite me,"

He bit your nipple but not with his fangs, almost like he was testing the waters. Using his free hand he snaked it down to rub at our clit in a slow steady motion, cock throbbing at the moans that escaped your lips.

"Stop- I-I might cum-" you whine as your legs shake against his body, but he didn't care, he tightened the hand on your throat loving the way you gasped and your hips bucked against his hand.

"P-Please-" you pleaded with tears in your eyes, fingers moving into your pussy. Rubbing at your g-spot constantly as you took the pleasure, it was overwhelming but you loved every second of it.

"F-Fuck me!" you begged as a tear trickled down your cheeks, he took advantage of your cry to sink his fangs into your breast- his cock twitching at the sound of your moans. Licking over the small holes rapidly to ease some of the pain he continued sucking at your breast.

Opening your eyes, you watch him pull out his fingers from your pussy and suck them like a lollipop. Leaning up to your face he bit your bottom lip, "Spread your legs" he whispered.

You took a deep breath as his hands left your throat, the fresh air soothing the ache in your lungs.

Grabbing both of your legs by the knees he spread them even more, watching the way your pussy reflected with your arousal.

"Pussy so warm," he muttered as he aligned his cock against your entrance, rubbing the tip against your clit slowly with a breathy moan.

He pushed himself into your warmth as he placed your legs on his hips, bucking up into you he started thrusting into you roughly- savoring the way your pussy gripped onto his length once more.

Your legs wrapped around his hips as you felt yourself get closer to the edge, trying to pull him closer- almost like you were trapping him inside of you.

"Fuck- yes- " he groaned against your ear as he begin to nip and bite at your neck, his thrust becoming more erratic as he began to feel his climax approaching

"Want to me cum inside you? Hm, make you mine? S-Shock- fill you with m-my cum?" he whispered into your ear, your head shook erratically in agreement- missing the way he used 'shock'.

"Please, Miguel!" you moaned loudly.

"Your pretty pussy belongs to me, eres mia, solo mia" he grunted as he buried his cock deeply into you with a rough thrust and released his cum into your womb. He rubbed your clit quickly making you come against him, clenching around his cock as he filled you up.

He continued biting at your neck as his length remained nuzzled inside of you, keeping your arousals inside of you.

He lifted his face up to look at you, dazed out and blinking rapidly as you memorized the moment he made you his. Something inside of his chest began to flutter but he tried to push it down, knowing nothing good can come out of pursuing something other than physical.

"Get up, let's get you clean" he pulled out of you suddenly, making you wince at the sting of pain. He watched attentively as his cum leaked out of you onto the bed, making a wet messy puddle.

He felt guilty as he watched your face contort into pain. I shouldn't have done that, he thought as he pressed his lips together and his heart fluttered but he only continued to push those feelings down, not wanting to mess with faith.

"I don't think I can get up, 'm sensitive" you hummed the last part as you bat your eyelashes at him, he stood tall with a serious expression despite having just had a warm moment with himself. You almost felt sad at how emotionless he looked, you had just shared an intimate moment and he looked like it was a chore to be around you.

But that's how things were gonna be, if this was only meant to be physical then his emotional state should remain unspoken.

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"You need to get up"

Miguel stood against your doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist. If you weren't tired you might've gotten on your knees for him, he truly looked delicious with water running down his body.

"You cleaned me up, I'll be fine" you mutter as you snuggle into your pillows.

"I'll be taking my leave in 30" he walked into your bathroom once more, your chest felt heavy at his words and you were beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, you liked him a little bit more now.

Sure, he didn't owe you anything but there's no way any man would just leave after stuffing a girl with cum and using her bathroom right? But a lot of men did that, and Miguel was about to become one.

"HEY!" you yell out, watching as he rolled back into your room with his suit back on, it really was marvelous he was naked underneath it the whole time.

"Can you help me up into the shower?" you smile softly, hoping his cold demeanor would melt.

With a roll of his eyes he hoisted you up into his arms.

"Want me to turn the water on?" with a nod he sat you down on the sink as he turned on the water.

"I only want to shower-"

"A bath will help your muscles relax" he interrupted, you only nodded silently- he was the boss after all.

"Get in, I'm leaving" after helping you into the shower he turned his back to you and began to walk out.

"Miguel!" you squeal, but he didn't come back this time. Your body began to fill up with anxiety, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you began to think he was gone.

Your lowered yourself into the water as the water as you began to think your world started to become cold and sad.

You were starting to miss him...

"I... I'll be back"

You whipped your head to the door to find him standing there with his mask on.

"Where are you going?" you asked eagerly, this situation almost felt homely... and personal. Like you had known each other for years.

"I'm going to grab some things, I'll be here... for a bit"

Your eyes lit up at his last words, while the eyes on his mask narrowed.

"Can you- Can you bring me back some french fries?" you asked with a small smile, hoping to ease any tension.

Something inside of him warmed up at your smile, unknowingly he smiled under his mask too. With a small nod he left, and went off into your world.

You stayed under the warm water for a bit to relish in the feeling.

He wasn't leaving after all, and it gave you hope.

Hope?

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