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plzsnz · 1 year ago
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the idea of someone laying on top of me & having to sneeze so i can feel their stomach waver and their breath against my neck😡😡
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pinkmelodie · 10 months ago
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König & his demonic back shots are plaguing my thoughts 😣😣
Warnings: 18+, this is pure filth so like yeah🤨 König x female reader, p in v, just a short blurb ୨୧
Cause I know damn well this man would give the FILTHIEST back shots. Like you feel like your being resurrected every time he slams you onto his cock.
“Maus- oh fuuuuck…” He groaned, drilling into you with so much force the bed shook.
You were moaning and screaming into the pillow, your backside being held up completely by him. He manhandled you on his cock like a doll, mindlessly slamming into your cunt over and over like he was trying to fuck the demons right out of his body.
He reached down and circled your waist, holding you up with just one arm. With his free hand he rubbed at your clit, always making sure you feel good no matter how pussy-drunk he is. The man is just so big—it feels like he’s everywhere. If you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was reaching all the way down to your throat. The slight pain of him slamming into your cervix overwhelmed your senses and heightened the pleasure along with the feeling of him playing with your clit. You doubted either of you were making it there after this but you could have swore you saw a flash of heavens gates every time he plunged into you.
He spread your legs wider and angled his thrusts to meet that spongey spot inside you every time his pelvis met your ass with an audible slap ! Even the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall wasn’t enough to drown out both your noises. This was definitely gonna earn you a noise complaint—tho it was worth it for the mind blowing orgasm that washed over you when that coil in your stomach finally snapped.
You came all over his cock, leaving a sticky white ring around the base of it that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of every time he slid his thick cock in and out again. With a pathetic whimper you never thought you’d hear come out of a man of his size, he pressed into you as deep as your body would let him and came hard. 
So much of his seed was stuffed inside you that it began to flow out, dripping all over both of your thighs. Before you could complain, he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight. It felt like being stuck under a city bus, but you just sighed and let him have this one.
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🧠🪱Wiggly Wednesday🪱🧠
(This one ran away with me, whoops)
Batboy_Kas: Um ... dude, what? 🤨
This is the dm that greets Steve when he pulls his phone from his back pocket to check his Instagram. One confused frown, some scrolling, and one near-heart-attack later, he concludes that he forgot to lock his screen when he put the phone away earlier.
Which caused him to somehow end up on this random stranger's profile.
And go to his DMs.
And send him a GIF.
Not just any GIF. One of a grotesquely round and jiggly, animated ass. There's a text beneath the GIF. It reads: 2iggnag lg9gajdgka hfhdgjy.
"Aw, fuck!" Steve swears, neck prickling with heat as he types his reply.
Steve_Hairington: Shit, sorry. My ass typed that 😅
Batboy_Kas: Fitting choice of gif 🍑
Steve_Hairington: Yeah I guess
Batboy_Kas: You could say it's a ... smart ass
Steve snorts a laugh. What a dork! He's still debating if he should reply or leave it at that when Batboy_Kas sends his next message.
Batboy_Kas: So ... not even the tiniest chance you were flirting with me?
Steve_Hairington: Sorry dude. I prefer my men-
(He pauses to squint at the guy's profile pic. A cute little cartoon bat.)
-a little more human-shaped.
Batboy_Kas: Hey! That's just bc you've never had a creature of the night b4 🦇😉
Steve_Hairington: 🤣🤣🤣 Nice try, bat boy!
They end up texting (and flirting) regularly. Kas - named after some vampire dude from that dungeons and dipshits game Dustin enjoys - is a huge fantasy and music nerd, can keep up a string of banter for hours, and his dms quickly become the highlight of Steve’s days.
He knows better than to meet random faceless and nameless strangers from the internet, he really does. But when Kas says he's in town for work some two months later, Steve is a bit embarrassed at how fast he agrees to a date.
Kas doesn't really beat the vampire allegations when he shows up at their meeting point, skittish and nervous, clad in an oversized Metallica hoodie, drawn all the way over his head inspite of the sunny weather, dark shades obscuring his eyes.
He's cute, though. Sweet and almost shy without the distance and a screen between them, but still with that quick wit and edgy sense of humor Steve has come to like so much. A deep, rich voice that makes something inside Steve’s belly tingle, a hint of dark curls spilling out from his hood, and strong, calloused hands covered in rings, the edges of black tattoos disappearing into his sleeves. It makes Steve wanna take the stupid hoodie off him so that he can see all of him.
Which is exactly what he does when they take it to Kas's hotel room later that night. And God, the man is gorgeous. Dark, messy curls framing a pair of insanely dark brown eyes and the poutiest lips Steve has ever had the pleasure of kissing. An intricate web of tattoos that are just begging to be traced with his tongue.
Later, when they're lying together in an exhausted tangle of naked limbs and sweaty sheets, Steve snaps a photo and saves it as his phone background. He doesn't think much of it.
Until a week later, when Dustin opens his phone to read out a message while Steve is driving and starts shrieking so loudly they almost crash into a tree, bc why the fuck does Steve have a selfie of himself and Eddie Munson - frontman of the world famous metal band Corroded Coffin - on his phone and are you both naked, Steve???
Tagging some friends to share a brainworm of their own:
@cuips-not-cute @steddiecameraroll @postmodernau @oh-stars @steddie-island
@wynnyfryd @pennyplainknits @medusapelagia @hotluncheddie @sidekick-hero
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lyneira · 2 years ago
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♡ an accidental kiss?! that's so cliche 💋 ♡
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-> reaching over to grab something behind them, your footing slips, causing you to fall forward and accidentally kiss them. How would they react?
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Confesses to you
Kaveh, Baizhu, Dainsleif, Cyno, Zhongli, Alhaitham
They'd seem less shocked than you'd thought they'd be. If you only knew how they felt for you, then this wouldn't be much of a surprise. They've been wanting to kiss you for the longest time after all. So, he'd decide to take this opportunity to finally let you know.
When you break away from his lips, trying to apologize, he'll quickly grab your hand before you can increase the distance between yourselves any further, silencing you and causing you to look at him directly in the eyes. The look he had in them was one you've never seen before: so sultry, so intense, and full of desire. And if you tried to look away, he'd whisper huskily, "Y/n...look at me", gently grabbing you by your chin to turn your face towards him. "I love you, you know that? ...and If you feel the same way, would you give me the pleasure of tasting your lips once more?"
Asks if you're okay
Kazuha, Tighnari, Ayato, Albedo
Their first reaction is to ask if you're okay. I think they'd be more concerned about your clumsiness during the moment, wanting to make sure that you didn't hurt yourself falling onto him like that. It would nearly seem as if the kiss didn't mean much to them, but oh honey, it meant a lot.
Afterwards, they'd keep glancing at your lips, recalling how they felt and tasted for the first time. Your lips were as sweet as he thought they'd be. He'd also wonder if you enjoyed the kiss too, because although the kiss was quick and on accident, he sure did.
They'll be as red as a tomato
Itto, Thoma, Gorou
You would surprise and fluster them enormously when your lips fall onto theirs that they'd go all red. Even when you break away from the kiss, they'd be like a deer in headlights, eyes widened and mouth still hanging open. They'd just be so overwhelmed by this sudden type of contact from you, the one whom they've been yearning for. It's not unwanted contact at all. Heck, he's wanted this so badly. Now that the moment finally came and had shocked him like this, he's just at a loss for words.
If you offer to give him a real, intentional kiss, then he’ll grow even redder, and will manage to whisper a small, "y-yes, please...I would like that", voice cracking a bit
Tells you to be more careful
Diluc, Xiao, Kaeya, Scaramouche
After you two part lips, he'd mutter a soft, "Hey, be careful", while covering his mouth with the back of his hand. You might think that he was annoyed by the way his brows were slightly furrowed, but that deep blush that was currently staining his cheeks said something different. Sure, he tells you to be careful, but if your clumsiness resulted in you kissing him, then really, he wouldn't mind if you were this clumsy around him more often.
Takes it lightly
Venti, Heizou, Childe
They'd honestly laugh it off and joke a bit about it like, "Wow, that just happened! ...You didn't do that on purpose did you? 🤨🤭". Yet, at the same time, he'd be "unintentionally" flirtatious about it as well, cupping your cheek and lightly sliding his thumb across your bottom lip, "You have soft lips, y/n. Very kissable", he'd grin. "What did you think of mine? If you don't remember, we could always try kissing again", he'd then wink at you
Bonus:
Would deepen the kiss
Alhaitham, Ayato, Dainsleif, Heizou, Childe
This category is the most similar to the first one.
These are the guys who would have the guts too hold you by the shoulders and deepen this kiss, savoring the taste of your lips. Most of them are the types who have gotten tired of holding in their feelings for so long that they take this chance to finally release that tension. So if you didn't know that he liked you before, then now you do. He'll enjoy seeing the flustered look on your face when you two part lips afterwards.
Buuuuut if you reciprocate his fervor? He'll be even more motivated to give it back tenfold and will completely devour your lips. He'd give you barely any time to breathe in between kisses that both of you will be panting by the end of your steamy makeout session.
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a/n: I feel like some of the dialogue was kinda ooc here and there but I'm feeling all sappy and romantic today so imma just roll with it lol
© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS
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pbaz7 · 2 days ago
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AGAINST THE TIDE: PART 13
paige x azzi
warning: sexual content
word count: 6.9k
A/N: This chapter took me a little longer than usual for some reason😭. I’m finally giving y’all what you want so be thankful 🤨. As always let me know what you think and let me know if there’s anything you wanna see before I close out the series!!
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February 2023
Paige adjusted her tie in the rearview mirror before stepping out of the car, the faint crunch of gravel under her shoes grounding her as she straightened her shirt. She takes a deep breath and walks around to the passenger side calmly, her nerves bubbling just beneath the surface.
Azzi smiles at her as Paige opens the door, her soft brown eyes lighting up in a way that always made Paige feel a little steadier.
“You’re always so sweet,” Azzi teased, taking Paige’s outstretched hand and stepping out of the car.
Paige smirked, brushing off her nerves as best she could. “Only the best for you,” she replied, her voice low and confident, though her heart wasn’t quite as composed.
The restaurant was more formal than Paige had expected, the kind of place where the lighting was dim and the waitstaff wore crisp uniforms. She suddenly felt grateful that Nika insisted on the tie. As they stepped inside, Paige adjusted it again, sneaking a glance at Azzi, who looked effortlessly stunning in her dress.
They spotted Azzi’s family seated at a table near the back. Tim, Azzi’s dad, was the first to notice them, his face breaking into a grin that he quickly masked with a mock-serious expression.
“Well, well,” he said, standing as Paige approached. “Paige, I trust you’re taking good care of my daughter?”
“Yes, sir,” Paige replied, straightening up slightly. “You know me, only the best.”
Tim kept up the act for a beat longer, then his face broke into a laugh. He pulled Paige into a warm hug, clapping her on the back. “Good to see you again, kid,” he said warmly.
“You too, sir,” Paige said, her voice more relaxed now.
Katie, Azzi’s mom, was next, pulling Paige into a hug as well. “Always a pleasure, Paige,” she said, her tone just as warm as her husband’s. “You look great tonight.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Fudd,” Paige replied, her cheeks warming slightly under the compliment.
Next came Jon and Jose, Azzi’s younger brothers, who greeted Paige with grins and easy camaraderie.
“Sup, superstar?” Jon teased as he clasped Paige’s hand before pulling her into a quick hug.
“Not much,” Paige replied with a chuckle. “What’s up with you big man?”
“Trying to keep up,” Jose chimed in, grinning.
After greeting everyone Paige felt a small sense of relief as she settled into the rhythm of their banter. Azzi tugged lightly at her sleeve, pulling her toward the table. Paige, Azzi, and Jose sat on one side, while Katie, Tim, and Jon took the other.
Once they were seated, Paige took a moment to glance around the table. She’d met Azzi’s family many times before—holidays, over the summer and casual dinners when things were still murky between her and Azzi. But tonight was different. Now everyone knew they were officially together, and for some reason, that made her chest feel a little tight.
Azzi must have noticed because she leaned over and whispered, “Relax, it’s no different than anytime before.”
Paige shot her a look, both grateful and exasperated, as she adjusted her napkin over her lap.
As the server approached with menus, Tim glanced across the table, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You look nice Paige, someone must’ve helped you.” He teased, earning a soft laugh from Katie.
Paige laughed lightly, grateful for the lighthearted comment, even as she felt Azzi’s hand rest subtly against her knee under the table.
“You all look great, too,” Paige replied, her voice steadying as she glanced at the family, her gaze lingering just a little longer on Azzi.
The table had settled into a comfortable rhythm, everyone chatting easily. Unsurprisingly, the topic was basketball, which seemed to be the universal language in the Fudd family—and one Paige was fluent in.
“So, Paige,” Tim said, leaning forward slightly, “how are things shaping up for next season? You’re officially back, right?”
Paige nodded, her lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah, I’ll be good to go. It’s been a long recovery, but I’m ready. I’ve missed playing too much to sit out any longer.”
“You’ve been working hard,” Azzi chimed in, her voice soft but full of pride. “She’s already looking scary in practice.”
“Scary?” Jose teased, smirking. “You sure about that, Azzi? Or are you just hyping her up because she’s your girlfriend now?”
Paige smirked, leaning back slightly in her chair. “I don’t need hype. You already know what it’s like tryna guard me.”
The table laughed, and Jon shook his head. “Okay, okay, but for real,” he said, “what’s the vibe at UConn next year? Anything changing?”
Paige shrugged lightly, glancing at Azzi before replying. “Honestly, it’s not about changing—it’s about piecing things together. We’ve got the pieces; we just need to keep pushing.” Her tone softened slightly as she added, “If anyone’s taking us to the next level, it’s Azzi. Ms. National Player of the Year over here.”
Azzi’s cheeks flushed a little, and she nudged Paige’s leg under the table. “Stop it,” she said, though her voice carried a hint of a smile.
“She’s right,” Katie said, her voice warm with approval. “You’ve been phenomenal this season, Azzi.”
“She has,” Tim agreed, nodding firmly. “No argument there.”
Azzi ducked her head slightly, her smile growing wider despite herself. Paige grinned, savoring the moment. She loved seeing Azzi like this—happy and surrounded by people who appreciated her.
They’d ordered their food some time ago, so the conversation flowed easily as they waited. Paige found herself relaxing more with each passing minute. The light teasing between Jon and Jose, Tim’s occasional dad jokes, and Katie’s warm encouragement all created an atmosphere that always felt easy and welcoming for her.
At one point, Jose turned to Paige with a mischievous grin. “So, Paige,” he said, leaning in conspiratorially, “are you ready to deal with Azzi as a full-blown superstar? I can’t imagine what it’ll be like with two big ego’s in the house now, yours is already bad enough..”
Paige chuckled, glancing at Azzi. “Oh, if you think I’m bad you just wait. She acts like she’s better than me now, it's crazy I’m telling you.”
Azzi rolled her eyes, laughing softly. “You’re ridiculous,” she muttered, though the smile on her face made it clear she didn’t mind.
The easy banter continued, and Paige felt herself sinking into the warmth of it all. For the first time that evening, she let go of her nerves entirely, grateful to be here—with Azzi, with her family, with people who already felt like home.
As the conversation flowed around the table, Azzi found her focus wandering constantly. She tried to stay engaged, laughing at Jon’s jokes when no one else did and chiming in here and there, but her gaze kept drifting back to Paige.
Paige, sitting confidently beside her, was dressed in a crisp white shirt and a perfectly knotted tie that Azzi hadn’t seen her wear before. Her hair was slicked back into a neat bun, highlighting her jawline and the sparkle of her diamond stud earrings. A tennis bracelet caught the light every time Paige moved, drawing Azzi’s eyes to her long, graceful fingers adorned with rings on each hand.
Azzi swallowed, trying to keep her thoughts in check, but something about the combination of Paige’s polished appearance and the way she carried herself tonight tugged at something deep within her. The sight of Paige, so composed and respectful in front of her parents, made Azzi’s heart race—and warmed her core in a way she wasn’t prepared for at this very moment.
She tried to blame her eagerness on their busy schedules. Between practices, games, and traveling, they hadn’t had much time to themselves lately. It had been a little longer than either of them wanted, and Azzi figured her reaction was just pent-up energy. But that reasoning didn’t stop her from feeling a pull toward Paige that was a little too strong to ignore.
As Paige leaned forward, answering a question from Tim about next season, Azzi couldn’t stop herself. She shifted slightly, brushing her hand against Paige’s arm to get her attention.
“Paige,” Azzi said softly, her tone perfectly casual despite the way her pulse was racing. “Something in my dress is poking me. Can you come with me to the bathroom to help me fix it, please?”
Paige turned to her, her lips curving into an easy smile. “Of course,” she said, already moving to stand. “Excuse us,” she added, glancing at Azzi’s parents with her usual politeness.
Azzi stood as well, smoothing her dress as they stepped away from the table. Paige placed a light hand on the small of Azzi’s back, guiding her through the maze of tables toward the restrooms. Azzi could feel her heart pounding, her cheeks warming as she tried to calm the sudden rush of anticipation swirling in her chest.
They reached the hallway leading to the restrooms, the noise of the restaurant fading slightly as they stepped into the quieter space. Azzi cast a quick glance around the bathroom, ensuring it was empty. Once she was satisfied, she grabbed Paige by the tie, pulling her into the nearest stall.
“Azzi—” Paige began, but her words were cut off as Azzi locked the door behind them and crashed her lips against Paige’s.
The kiss was hungry, desperate, and left Paige momentarily stunned before she melted into it, her hands instinctively gripping Azzi’s waist. Azzi’s voice was a low murmur against Paige’s lips, a mix of frustration and desire spilling out.
“We can’t go this long without sex again,” Azzi whispered, her tone half-scolding, half-pleading as she tugged on Paige’s tie to pull her even closer.
Paige couldn’t help but smirk between kisses, her pulse racing at this bold side of Azzi. “Noted,” she murmured against her lips, before deepening the kiss, her hands sliding down to Azzi’s ass.
Azzi gasped softly as Paige squeezed, and Paige took the opportunity to lift the hem of Azzi’s dress slightly, her hands brushing against her thighs. “You’re something else,” Paige whispered, her voice thick as she pressed Azzi back against the wall of the stall.
Azzi pulled back slightly, her breathing uneven as she muttered, “Think you can do it in less than ten?”
Paige didn’t respond with words. She fixed Azzi with a look��almost offended by the question.
Azzi swallowed, her cheeks flushing as she nodded silently, a small smile tugging at her lips. Without another word, she grabbed Paige’s tie again and pulled her back into a searing kiss.
The stall grew warmer as their lips moved together, each kiss deeper and hungrier than the last.
Azzi’s hands wandered, finding Paige’s right hand and lifting it between them. She toyed with Paige’s fingers, as she began sliding the rings off one by one. Paige didn’t stop her, too lost in the way Azzi’s lips felt against hers, the faint press of teeth grazing her bottom lip making her shudder.
Azzi’s movements were unhurried, almost reverent, as she set the rings on the small ledge in the stall. The metallic clinks were faint, barely audible over the sound of their breaths and the occasional shuffle of fabric.
As soon as all the rings are off, Paige moves her hand in between Azzi’s legs pulling her underwear hastily to the side, slipping her fingers in with ease making Azzi gasp.
Paige’s lips moved against Azzi’s jawline, trailing kisses down her neck, her hand moving in and out of Azzi just the way she liked it. Azzi’s breath hitched everytime Paige curled her fingers, her hand tangling in Paige’s tie to keep her close, not wanting to mess up the blonde’s hair.
“I miss you so much,” Azzi panted, her voice trembling as she tilted her head back.
Paige paused, her lips hovering over Azzi’s skin as she whispered, “I’m right here, Az. You don’t gotta miss me.”
Azzi let out a soft whimper, her fingers sliding to Paige’s collar as she whispered back, “You look too good tonight. I’m sorry I couldn’t wait.”
Paige smirked against her neck, her voice low. “It’s okay, baby. You don’t gotta be sorry,” she murmured, her tone full of reassurance.
Azzi shivered at Paige’s words, her grip on Paige tightening as their lips met again, this time more fervent as Azzi felt a tightening in her stomach. Paige continued moving her fingers at a steady pace, her touch confident knowing Azzi’s body like the back of her hand.
As Paige quickened her fingers, Azzi didn't have a choice but to tip her head back against the stall, the feeling of this angle almost unbearable for her.
“Oh fuck..right there baby. That’s the spot…don’t stop.” Azzi whispered out her tone breathless but quiet.
Paige pulls Azzi’s jaw softly making her look at her, both of their pupils dilated now as Paige begins circling her thumb adding a little more pressure. Her lips brush Azzi’s ear, her voice low as she begins to praise her. “You look so fucking good like this Az. I can’t wait to have you later..take my time with you. Show you how much I miss you pretty girl.” Azzi’s breath hitches at each word, a rush of heat pooling in her stomach everytime Paige’s lips brush against her neck while she talks. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.” Paige added quietly as she sucked on Azzi’s neck softly, careful not to leave a mark.
The combination of Paige’s words, her fingers working in and out of Azzi, her thumb pressing against her slightly is all too much for Azzi as she throws her head back against the cool stall wall, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looks at the ceiling, her lips trembling.
She bites down on her lip hard, trying to stifle the sounds clawing at her throat, but the effort only makes her eyes sting more. A single tear threatening to slip free as she clenched her jaw. With a quick, almost desperate motion, Azz grabs Paige’s free hand and brings it to her lips, sinking her teeth into it to muffle herself as she comes undone on Paige’s hand.
Paige tightens her hold around Azzi’s waist as she feels her legs shake, letting her ride out the feeling as she steadied her body effortlessly. Azzi’s breath is uneven, her forehead resting briefly against Paige’s shoulder as she gather’s herself. Paige leans down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Azzi’s head. “You did so good for me, baby.” she whispers, her voice filled with warmth as she pulls her fingers out of Azzi. As soon as Azzi see’s this her lips are wrapped around them immediately, her tongue tracing every inch of them as looks at Paige. The sight alone make’s Paige’s heart race again, her chest tightening.
Before Paige could process the moment, Azzi was already straightening herself, smoothing her dress back down as she silently stepped out of the stall.
Azzi walked over to the mirror, turning on the faucet to wash her hands, her movements a little too calm for what just happened. Paige followed after a beat, stepping out of the stall and making her way to stand behind Azzi. The two didn’t exchange a word as their eyes met in the mirror. Paige adjusted her slightly askew tie, her lips twitching into a faint smirk, while Azzi calmly reapplied her lip gloss.
Just as Paige considered closing the distance between them, Katie popped into the bathroom. “Everything okay in here?” she asked, her gaze flicking between them.
Azzi didn’t miss a beat, flashing her mom a quick, reassuring smile. “Yeah, there was a piece of the tag still in there,” she replied smoothly, her voice steady and believable.
Katie nodded, satisfied. “Ah, okay. Just wanted to let you know the food’s at the table.”
“Thanks, Mom. We’ll be right out,” Azzi said, her smile unwavering as Katie disappeared back into the restaurant.
Once the door swung shut, Azzi turned toward Paige, stepping closer. She reached up to wipe a faint smudge of lip gloss from the corner of Paige’s mouth, her touch gentle but lingering. Leaning in, she gave Paige a quick peck on the lips, her voice soft as she whispered, “I love you.”
And without waiting for a response, Azzi laced their fingers together, her grip warm, before tugging Paige toward the door. Paige let herself be led, a subtle grin tugging at her lips as she squeezed Azzi’s hand in return.
When they returned to the table, they slid into their seats, now sitting noticeably closer than before, their thighs brushing under the table as they exchanged subtle, knowing smiles.
A couple of minutes later, as the family settled back into their comfortable conversation and began enjoying their food, the server approached the table. She carried a small collection of items in her hand, her gaze focused on Paige.
“I think you might’ve left these in the bathroom when you were washing your hands,” the server said with a polite smile, holding out the rings Azzi had taken off of her.
Paige looked up from her plate, her brows lifting slightly thinking about why she didn’t have them as she smiled. “Oh, thank you, I–”
Before Paige could finish or reach for the rings, the server continued, her tone becoming more conversational. “They’re really cool honestly. I only knew they were yours when someone brought them to us because I noticed them on you earlier. The designs are so unique”
The comment hung in the air for a beat too long as the table processed her words. Azzi looks up, her eyes locking on the server with a raised brow, the finest flicker of irritation crossing her face.
“Actually,” Azzi said, her voice smooth as she reached for the rings instead, “I can take those for her.”
The server blinked, her gaze shifting briefly to Azzi’s hand before hesitatingly handing the rings over. “Oh, uh—sure,” she said, her smile faltering.
Azzi accepted them with a polite but pointed “Thank you,” her tone making it clear the server’s conversation with Paige was over.
Jon and Jose exchanged knowing glances and immediately began snickering, their shoulders shaking with restrained laughter. Paige rolled her eyes at them but couldn’t quite hide the smirk tugging at her lips.
Across the table, Katie and Tim observed the interaction, clearly surprised. Katie leaned closer to Tim, murmuring something under her breath, and he chuckled softly in response.
Azzi, seemingly unbothered by the attention, turned back to Paige. Slipping the rings onto Paige’s fingers one by one with deliberate care, her touch gentle but lingering as her eyes flicked between Paige’s hand and her face.
“Thanks, baby,” Paige said softly, her voice low and intimate, meant only for Azzi.
Azzi didn’t respond immediately, but her faint smile and the glint in her dark eyes spoke for her. As she finished with the last ring, she lightly tapped Paige’s hand, her gaze holding Paige’s for a moment longer than necessary.
“You’re welcome,” Azzi finally murmured, her tone quiet.
The server, now seeming a bit flustered, quickly excused herself. Azzi watched her retreating figure for a moment before turning back to her food like nothing happened. Across the table, Jon and Jose exchanged another glance before bursting into barely contained laughter, earning an exasperated sigh from Paige.
“Y’all are obnoxious,” Paige muttered, shaking her head as she took a sip of her drink.
Later that evening, as the meal wound down, Paige excused herself from the table, claiming she needed to stretch her legs. Azzi’s eyes followed her, narrowing slightly at the bullshit excuse. She knew Paige was up to something, but didn’t stop her, choosing to finish the last few bites of her food instead.
When the server arrived, Tim instinctively reached in his pocket for his wallet, only to have the server inform him, “It’s already been taken care of.”
Tim blinked, surprised. “What do you mean, taken care of?”
Azzi’s gaze immediately shifted toward Paige, who was now sitting back in her chair trying to act way too casual.
“Paige,” Katie said, her tone holding a mix of amusement and exasperation.
Paige shrugged, feigning innocence. “What? It’s my treat. You guys have done plenty for me.”
“Still,” Tim started, but Azzi cut him off with a soft laugh.
“Don’t even waste your breath,” Azzi said, placing a hand on Paige’s arm and squeezing gently. “I’ve tried. Once she decides something, good luck changing her mind.”
Paige turned her grin toward Azzi. “You know me so well.”
“I do,” Azzi said, her voice warm but teasing. “Too well.”
After a few more moments they all stood to leave, Tim and Katie announcing they were heading back to their hotel for the night.
“Y’all coming back with us?” Tim asked Jon and Jose as they gathered their things.
“Nah,” Jon said, slinging an arm around Jose. “We’re gonna hang out with Paige and Azzi for a bit.”
“Yeah,” Jose added with a grin, “no games to play back at the hotel, so we’re thinking of running some Fortnite with Paige.”
Paige groaned, shaking her head. “You just want me to carry you to a win.”
“Exactly,” Jon said without shame.
Katie gave them all a playful look. “Don’t keep them up too late,” she said, directing her comment toward Paige and Azzi. “And, Azzi, make sure they don’t destroy your dorm.”
“Don’t worry, Mom,” Azzi said, rolling her eyes but smiling.
As Tim and Katie waved them off and headed to the hotel, Paige and Azzi lingered behind. Their hands brushed occasionally as they walked to the car, sharing soft smiles under the glow of the streetlights. Ahead, Jon and Jose were already bickering over who would get the first controller, their voices fading slightly as Paige and Azzi slowed their pace.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Azzi said softly, glancing at Paige.
“I wanted to,” Paige replied, her tone easy but genuine. “Your parents have been amazing. It’s the least I could do.”
Azzi smiled, her heart warming as she reached out, lacing her fingers with Paige’s. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
Paige’s lips quirked into a grin, squeezing Azzi’s hand gently. “I try.”
They had been back at the dorms for maybe an hour and a half. Paige, Jon, and Jose were glued to the screen, deeply immersed in the game. Laughter and yelling filled the room as they argued over strategies and teased one another about their skills—or lack thereof. Azzi, however, was content to just sit back and watch.
Paige had changed into something more comfortable shortly after they got back. She’d traded her earlier outfit for just the tank top she’d been wearing under her button-up and a pair of Azzi's sweatpants that hung a little loose on her hips. The sight of her had Azzi’s mind wandering again far more than she cared to admit.
Leaning back against the couch, Azzi folded her arms and bit her lip, trying to focus on the game. But it wasn’t working. Her thoughts kept drifting to Paige. The way her arms flexed slightly as she leaned forward, controller in hand, and the way her hair fell messily around her shoulders—it was all too much. Maybe Paige was right. Maybe she was the horn-ball after all.
Azzi shifted in her seat, clearing her throat softly as if to ground herself. Suddenly, a memory resurfaced: a conversation she’d had with Paige a few weeks ago in the library. She had promised Paige something that, in the chaos of their schedules, she’d never actually followed through on.
The realization lit a spark in her. And without a word, Azzi stood and headed to her room making sure her movements were casual.
When she returned a few minutes later, Paige looked up from the couch, her smile easy and warm. It was Jon and Jose’s turn, who were now locked in an intense match, their yelling louder than ever.
“Where’d you go?” Paige asked softly, tilting her head as she met Azzi’s gaze.
Azzi ignored the question, her focus shifting to Jon and Jose. “Alright, time to go home,” she said, her tone firm.
Jon and Jose groaned in unison, their attention barely leaving the screen.
“What? Come on, Azzi!” Jon protested. “We’re just getting warmed up.”
“Yeah, we’ll crash here,” Jose added, clearly not ready to give up the game.
Paige got up from the couch, brushing past Azzi to try and mediate. “Baby, it’s fine. They can stay the night. It’s not a big deal—”
Azzi cut her off, her voice lower and softer now, but with a hint of urgency. “They can’t stay.”
The look in her eyes—and the subtle edge in her tone—was all Paige needed. Her lips twitched into a smile as she turned toward the guys.
“Alright, you heard her,” Paige said, grabbing her keys off the counter and tossing them to Jose. “You can take my car back to the hotel. I’ll pick it up in the morning. Please don’t crash.”
Jon and Jose groaned again, grumbling under their breaths as Paige ushered them toward the door.
“Man, you guys are no fun,” Jon muttered as he slipped on his shoes.
“Yeah, yeah,” Paige replied, already opening the door. “See you tomorrow.”
With a final nudge from Paige, the two reluctantly stepped out into the hall. As the door closed behind them, the dorm fell quiet, save for the faint hum of the game still running on the TV.
Paige turned back to Azzi, her smile widening as she leaned against the door. “Now, what’s this about, huh?”
Azzi didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she stepped closer as she said, “Come find out.” Without another word, she turned and disappeared into her room, leaving the door open for Paige to follow.
Paige raised a brow, curiosity piqued, before pushing off the door and following her silently. As she stepped inside, she noticed the soft glow of candles scattered throughout the room, their warm light casting flickering shadows on the walls. The scent of something faintly floral hung in the air, and the usual space now felt intimate and inviting.
Azzi stood in the center of the room, waiting. Her eyes locked onto Paige’s as she slowly approached, every step intentional. When she finally reached her, Azzi’s hands moved to the hem of Paige’s tank top. She didn’t ask for permission, didn’t need to. She pulled the shirt up and over Paige’s head, the movement slow, almost reverent. Paige didn’t protest for a second as she just watched Azzi.
Azzi’s fingers trailed lightly down Paige’s stomach, the gentle touch making her tense under the sensation. The corners of Azzi’s lips curled into a smile as she felt Paige’s muscles react. Her hands moved lower, tugging at the waistband of the sweatpants Paige had borrowed. She didn’t say a word, but the gesture was clear.
Paige obeyed, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and sliding them down her legs before stepping out of them. Now standing in just her boxers, she watched as Azzi’s gaze roamed over her.
“Go sit on the bed,” Azzi said softly.
Paige’s throat felt dry, but she nodded, doing as she was told. She crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands as she waited, her eyes never leaving Azzi.
Azzi took a step closer, her gaze never leaving Paige, as she said softly, “You remember what you found on my phone in the library?”
Paige’s brows furrowed briefly before the memory came rushing back. The realization sent a spark through her, and her expression shifted, her eyes darkening immediately at the thought. She nodded, swallowing hard, though she tried to keep her face neutral.
Azzi tilted her head, the corner of her mouth lifting into a smile. “I never got to wear it for you when it got here.”
Paige’s lips parted, her voice coming out a little rougher than intended. “Do you have it on?”
Azzi didn’t answer right away, letting the silence build as she held Paige’s gaze. Then, she gave the faintest nod, her voice just above a whisper. “Do you want to see?”
Paige leaned back on her elbows, her calm demeanor slipping slightly as her breathing quickened. She gave another nod, her eyes raking over Azzi with unspoken anticipation. “Show me,” she murmured, her voice low and almost commanding.
Azzi didn’t rush. Her movements were slow, deliberate, her eyes locked on Paige as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head in one smooth motion, revealing the soft pink lace of the lingerie top. The delicate fabric clung to her perfectly, the intricate detailing highlighting her body. Her piercing caught the dim light from the candles, dangling just above her belly button, drawing Paige’s attention like a magnet.
Paige swallowed hard, her eyes tracing every line and curve. “Fuck, baby,” she murmured, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
Azzi’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts. She slid them down slowly, letting them fall to the floor, revealing the matching lace bottoms that left little to the imagination. The way the set hugged her made Paige’s breath hitch audibly, a low sound escaping her throat despite herself.
Azzi’s smile widened as she caught Paige’s reaction. “Like what you see?” she teased softly, stepping forward, her confidence radiating with every step.
Paige nodded, her jaw clenching slightly as her hands twitched against the bed, like she was barely holding herself back. “You’re... perfect,” she said, her voice filled with desire, her eyes drinking Azzi in like she couldn’t get enough.
For a long moment, Paige didn’t say anything, her gaze roaming over Azzi’s body like she was trying to memorize every stroke of a painting. Her eyes traced the lines of Azzi’s toned abs, the curve of her waist, the strength in her long legs, and the soft pink lace that framed her so perfectly. Paige’s throat worked as she swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, “C’mere, baby.”
Azzi heard her, but a playful smirk tugged at her lips. She tilted her head slightly, feigning confusion. “What was that?”
Paige’s jaw tightened at this, and she spoke a little louder this time, her voice firm but still laced with affection. “Azzi, come here.”
Azzi finally moved, her steps slow, the sway of her hips only adding to the tension in the air. When she reached Paige, she stopped, standing just a breath away. She didn’t say anything, didn’t touch Paige, her smirk softening into something more tender as she waited.
Paige sat up slowly, her hands lifting to trace over Azzi’s body. Her fingertips brushed against the ridges of Azzi’s abs, skimmed the curve of her hips, and followed the line of her thighs. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if she couldn’t believe Azzi was real.
“You’re so beautiful,” Paige murmured, her voice low and full of awe. “So perfect.” Her hands moved up, her thumbs grazing Azzi’s sides as her eyes flickered up to meet hers. “Do you know how lucky I am? How lucky I feel every time I look at you?”
Azzi smiled at Paige’s words, her chest rising and falling as Paige’s hands moved to rest on her hips.
“I’d do anything for you,” Paige continued, her tone soft but steady, like a vow. “Anything, baby. You mean everything to me.”
Azzi’s confidence faltered for just a moment, her expression softening as Paige’s words settled over her. She reached out, cupping Paige’s face gently, her thumb brushing along her jaw.
Paige’s hands slid from Azzi’s hips to her waist, her grip firm yet tender as she gently pulled her closer. Azzi followed Paige’s guidance, letting herself be drawn into her lap until her legs straddled Paige’s waist. Paige adjusted them with care, leaning back against the headboard to settle them comfortably on the bed.
Azzi’s hands found their place on either side of Paige’s face, her thumbs brushing along her cheekbones as their gazes locked. There was a moment of stillness, of silent understanding, before Paige tilted her head up and met Azzi’s lips with her own.
The first kiss was achingly slow, deliberate in its tenderness, like they were savoring every second. It reminded them both of their first kiss—how careful, how exploratory it had been. Their mouths moved together in perfect rhythm, soft and unhurried, each movement an unspoken declaration of their feelings.
Paige’s hands roamed gently up Azzi’s back, fingers tracing the delicate lace of her lingerie. Azzi’s lips parted against Paige’s, and their tongues met, sliding against each other in a slow, teasing dance. The kiss deepened naturally, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment.
Everything about it was messy yet perfect, their mouths searching, finding, and claiming each other again and again. Azzi’s fingers threaded into Paige’s hair, tugging lightly, while Paige’s hands held her securely, grounding them both.
As the kiss deepened Azzi’s breathing grew heavier, and without thinking, she began to circle her hips against Paige, her movements slow desperate for more closeness. Paige’s hands instinctively shifted to Azzi’s waist, guiding her rhythm as her lips left Azzi’s, trailing down to her jaw and then lower.
Paige’s mouth found the sensitive spot on Azzi’s neck, and she sucked lightly, her tongue soothing the area as Azzi let out a quiet whimper. Paige moving further, her lips brushing over Azzi’s collarbone before finding the top of her chest, her kisses warm and teasing.
Azzi’s forehead rested against Paige’s as her hands gripped her shoulders for support. Her voice was soft, almost breathless, as she mumbled, “Paige... it feels so good.”
Paige hummed against her skin. “Yeah, baby?” she murmured between kisses, her voice thick with adoration. “You like that?”
Azzi nodded, her lips parting as a shaky sigh escaped. “So much... don’t ever want you to stop.”
Paige didn’t need to be told twice. Her kisses grew more intentional, her hands sliding lower, holding Azzi in place as they moved together. Paige whispered, her voice barely audible but full of devotion, “You’re so perfect, Azzi. I could do this forever.”
Eventually, Azzi couldn’t resist anymore and pulled Paige back into a kiss, her lips capturing Paige’s with a renewed hunger. Their movements became more urgent, their shared breaths heavier as Azzi’s hips continued their slow, deliberate circles against Paige.
Paige’s hands slid up Azzi’s thighs, gripping her gently but firmly, as though grounding herself against the growing intensity between them. Feeling the shift in their dynamic, Paige adjusted her position, leaning back further until her shoulders rested against the pillows. Azzi followed effortlessly, her knees on either side of Paige as she settled onto her stomach.
The new angle brought them impossibly closer, and Paige let out a quiet groan feeling Azzi against her stomach, the thin fabric not hiding anything as her hands steadied Azzi as she moved. Azzi’s kisses trailed from Paige’s lips to her jawline, then to the sensitive spot just below her ear, her breath hot and uneven against Paige’s skin.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Paige murmured, her voice rough, as her hands skimmed up Azzi’s sides, fingers tracing the smooth line of her back.
Azzi smiled against Paige’s neck. “Good,” she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of Paige’s ear. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”
At this Azzi starts rocking herself against Paige’s stomach speeding up her movements as she throws her head back at the feeling.
Paige let out another low groan as Azzi’s movements against her stomach grew more deliberate, the heat between them undeniable. Her hands instinctively found Azzi’s hips, fingers pressing firmly into her skin to guide her, matching the rhythm Azzi had set.
“You feel so good,” Paige murmured, her voice husky and strained as she tilted her head back, her gaze never leaving Azzi’s face.
Azzi bit her lip, her breathing unsteady as she moved with Paige’s assistance. “So do you,” she whispered, her tone trembling but sincere. Her hands slid up Paige’s chest, fingers brushing over her collarbone before they curled around the back of her neck, anchoring her.
Paige’s grip on Azzi’s hips tightened slightly, her thumbs rubbing soothing circles against her skin as their gazes locked. “You’re incredible, you know that?” Paige murmured, her voice softening just slightly as she took in Azzi’s flushed face, her tousled hair, the way her lips parted with every shaky breath.
Azzi’s laugh was quiet, almost shy, as she leaned forward, her forehead resting lightly against Paige’s. “You’re biased,” she teased, her voice barely audible over their shared breaths.
Paige’s lips curved into a lazy smile, her hands steadying Azzi as she shifted her hips again. “Maybe I am,” she murmured. “But it’s true, baby. Every single bit of you…”
Azzi’s breath hitched at Paige’s words, and she pressed her lips to Paige’s in a slow, lingering kiss, silencing her as she moved against her stomach harder, chasing her release.
Azzi break’s the kiss momentarily whining against Paige’s lips as she says “I’m so close baby.”
Hearing this Paige moves her hands lower to press Azzi further into her as she whispers, “I can feel you all over my stomach pretty girl.”
Paige’s words immediately make Azzi buck her hips into her as her breath hitches, her forehead pressed firmly against Paige as her movements become less controlled and more frantic. “I’m about to–fuck Paige,” she stammered, her voice shaky and raw as her nails lightly scrape against Paige’s shoulders.
“Shit, shit, shit…”
Paige’s grip on Azzi’s hips tightened, her thumbs stroking her skin in soothing circles as she murmured softly, “I’ve got you, baby. Let go for me.” Her voice was low and steady cutting through the haze.
Azzi’s response was barely coherent as she clung to Paige, her body tensing and trembling as she reached her peak. Paige stayed steady beneath her, holding her close, whispering words of reassurance and adoration that Azzi could barely hear over the pounding in her chest and the rush of her breaths.
When the tension finally ebbed, Azzi collapsed against Paige, her forehead still resting against her as she struggled to catch her breath. Paige let her settle, running her hands soothingly up and down Azzi’s back, her touch featherlight and grounding.
“You’re so damn perfect,” Paige murmured against Azzi’s temple, pressing a soft kiss there.
Azzi let out a breathless laugh, her voice muffled against Paige’s shoulder. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she teased weakly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Paige’s skin.
Before Paige could respond, Azzi sat up, her hands resting on Paige’s chest for balance for a moment. Then slowly, she shifted down, sliding herself along Paige’s body before she settled in between her legs pulling her boxes off with ease.
Azzi doesn’t bother taking her time knowing the state Paige is in from watching her so she immediately attaches her lips to her making Paige groan at the contact.
“Fuck Az.” Paige murmurs as she throws her head back against the pillows, her hands finding Azzi’s head immediately.
Azzi doesn’t say anything, just hums against Paige knowing she’ll feel it, smirking slightly when Paige pushes her head down further as she throws one arm over her face clenching her jaw at the feeling of Azzi’s tongue against her.
Azzi lifts her head slightly, a playful smile tugging at her lips knowing Paige hates when she teases her, “I love it when you’re like this, you never last long.”
Before she can say more, Paige’s hand is pressing her head back down, her voice thick with need as she murmurs, “Azzi please.”
Azzi chuckles against her, her tone teasing as she says, “Always so bossy.” before attaching her tongue back against Paige, a little firmer this time making Paige moan out “Fuck you feel incredible baby.”
As Azzi continues working her tongue against Paige it doesn’t take long before Paige is pushing her hips against Azzi, pulling at her hair as she mumbles incoherently. Azzi just watches through her eyelashes, loving the way Paige’s body reacts to her, loving the way her blue eyes flutter closed despite her trying to keep them open. At a particularly aggressive suck Paige whimpers out saying “I’m close Az. Shit, I’m so close..don’t stop baby please.”
Not even two seconds later she’s falling apart with Azzi’s name falling from her lips over and over as Azzi makes sure she cleans every inch of her up until Paige’s hips still completely and her hands fall from Azzi’s head.
Azzi kisses up Paige’s body slowly and finds herself hovering over Paige again, her eyes softening as she takes in the sight of Paige, eyes half-lidded, clouded with satisfaction, lips curling into a lazy smile. Azzi leans down, giving Paige a slow deep kiss letting her taste everything.
As they part, Azzi chuckles softly at Paige, her voice warm. “I love you Paige,” she murmurs.
Paige’s eyes are still closed, her voice just above a whisper, but it’s steady. “I love you more.”
Azzi grins, settling onto Paige’s chest, resting her cheek against her as Paige’s hand instinctively moves to her hair. With gentle, soothing strokes, Paige starts rubbing her hair, mumbling through her heavy breaths, “Just... gimme a second. We’re not done.”
Azzi laughs quietly, the sound vibrating against Paige. “I know.”
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nrdmssgs · 7 months ago
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Idk bout you but like hear me out on helping nikto get dressed like securing the man to go on a mission while you stay behind on base yk like helping him wear his gear and kissing his mask I mean what who said that? 🤨
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Oh love, in this house kissing your man's mask is a must.
You two don't share many words. You - because you were never a particularly chatty type. Nikto for his part tries to keep his voices to himself, and any conversation would mean another chance to spit out too much.
Yet the connection between you two is obvious. It grows inevitably as you learn your ways around each other. Tread carefully, observe, memorize, analyze.
You don't need to ask him, when does his scarred face burn and itch. You already remember: it happens before the big operations. Nikto stirs himself up weeks prior to that, exercises more than usual, loses his usual appetite, barely sleeps. There is a certain cost to his extraordinary performance on a battlefield, and this is it. The last hours before the mission, he is so pent-up, his nerves eat him alive. It's when his old scars begin to hurt and torture Nikto. He clenches his teeth and hides his eyes from you.
You saw him trying his usual meds and salves before. But the pain is all in his mind, so nothing can fix it. Or so he thought before you touched him for the first time.
It feels as if you knew, where to press to relieve the tension. At first Nikto turns away, avoiding showing you the disfigured part, although this is almost meaningless since deep scars cross him from cheek to cheek, from lips to the forehead. Little by little he succumbs to your touch, leans in and buries his face in your hands.
He craves your touch. There are just not enough words to express it yet.
There is a small spot nestled between his upper vertebrae. You recall that if you press into it with your thumbs just so, he will groan and tilt his head back, murmuring soft, appreciative obscenities as you relieve the pressure on the nerve.
It sends him somewhere deep into the safety and tranquility. Nikto knew hands that could gift him pleasures before yours, but only you can bring him into another state of mind.
All because you don't treat him mechanically as one would treat a random lover. You observe. You learn.
You have meticulously learned how he prefers to wrap his arms, from his knuckles to midway up his elbow: the precise spots where he folds and knots the banding, and where he carefully tucks the ends to prevent them from coming loose during firing or fighting. Given the severe damage to the skin on his arms, he cannot endure the constant abrasion of coarse textiles. This knowledge, acquired through careful observation, surprises him now as you kneel and gently take the banding from his fingers, setting to the task with practiced precision. He watches you in silent awe. How is it possible to be this perfect? How are you this close to him, even though not in his embrace?
Nikto takes on his balaclava and the hood with straps, meanwhile you touch your fingers against a mask, lying on a bench next to him. He doesn't like it, when you take it. Not because he doesn't trust you - he would rip his own heart out and give to you, no questions asked, should you asked him to. But there are faces, grins, whines, laughter, screams, voices behind this mask. All the ugly, grim things, he tries to keep away from you.
When your soft lips press against the scratched black surface of its forehead, Nikto frowns. A hideous grimace of plastic and metal, yet you kiss it?
He remains quiet until you hand it to him. Only then he breaks the silence.
"Because it's prettier than me?"
You help him fasten all the belts and answer. Your words pass his ears and settle straight into his heart.
A relief. A tight lump growing in his throat. A warmth pulsing deep.
"Because it's a part of you."
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hitomisuzuya · 1 year ago
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Archon scara and brat taming omg 😞
Like we're a thief who wanted to steal something from him and he caught us so he started fucking us roughly 🤨⁉️
Archon! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Brat teaming. Degradation. Fingering. Creampie.
Archon Scara is just 😳😌 This man would enjoy the hell out of brat taming.
You had been so close, the pretty cup the Electro Archon always drank bitter tea from was within your grasp. The smooth service of the table in his office was pressed against your cheek, the tea cup blurry and just barely out of your reach on the floor next to it.
"Nobody would possibly send a wet behind the ears thief to try and steal something from me," Scaramouche taunted, licking his lips as your cunt soaked the two fingers he was plunging in and out of you, "you came here on your accord, didn't you?" He hooked his fingers into your sweet spot, keening a loud moan from you.
"I..I just.." He scissored your walls apart, making you claw at his desk as pleasure numbed your brain. You could only moan for a few moments before struggling to find words again, "wanted.. something..your fingers had been.."
Scaramouche laughed as you stumbled with your words, barely able to say "around" as his fingers nudged roughly into your sweet spot again. "And now you have them fucking into your slutty hole instead," He teased a third finger at your entrance before withdrawing them to pinch and rub your throbbing clit.
He'd been building up your orgasm agonizingly slow despite the rough pace of his fingers. You pushed your hips back, earning you a wet smack on your clit. "Can I.." You gasped, mewling in bliss, "still have the teacup?" You didn't even know what you were saying.
This earned you a harsher smack on your ass. "You brat," He snapped, pinching your clit before abruptly turning you over onto you back. "I caught you red handed and you still have to audacity to ask if you can take a silly tea cup," As sweet as it would've been to take you from behind, he wanted to watch your fucked out expressions while you fell apart on his cock.
He plunged three fingers back inside of you, your walls immediately snapping tight around them. "Fuck, are you going to feel this tight on my cock?" He groaned, shuddering as it throbbed.
"Please..please..wanna cum.." You whimpered, whining in protest when his fingers abruptly left your messy hole.
"Do you think thieving sluts deserve to even beg to cum?" Scaramouche batted your legs apart, pressing the leaking head of his cock against your clit. You grinded eagerly against it, whimpering with need. "What a whore," He drug his cock between your folds, coating it in your slick as he prodded it against your clit, "perhaps you'd like to cum on this instead," He pushed the tip inside of you, hissing as you clenched around it.
You yelped as Scaramouche grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head up to press a harsh kiss on your lips. "I think I'll keep you, as my personal pet and fuck toy. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He purred as he sheathed his cock inside of you all at once.
He was going to make you scream that you would. The way you leaned up, shaking from bliss to lick at his mouth submissively sent him reeling. You felt nothing short of divine clenching wet and warm on his cock.
His hips smacked into yours, driving his cock as deep into you as he could. Each rough thrust threatened to push you over the end, his hands grasping your hips tighter as you twitched and struggled to rock your hips to meet his thrusts.
Scaramouche laughed and flicked your forehead. "Ha, too fucked dumb to answer your new Master," He cooed condescendingly, rubbing slow circles on your clit. You responded with a scream of pleasure, creaming hard on his cock.
"Take it all, every last bit," He groaned, shaking as his cock throbbed cum inside of you, pulling out to watch it seep from your hole.
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vmbrq · 1 year ago
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MINORS DNI ; cnc (breeding?), afab/fem reader
just bc @/hyeyulove said they missed my ethan writing.
giggling rn because being in a relationship with deranged, ghostface ethan landry would be one hell of an experience on its own, but the day you let him fuck you without a condom is the day you can kiss your autonomy GOODBYE LMAOOO that man will NEVER leave you alone. he's already attached to you as is, so you think you can expose him to raw sex with FEELINGS and live the rest of your life in peace? that's actually really funny.
he'll be so needy—pawing at you, pressing up against you, languidly smoothing his hands over your waist and thighs, sheepishly commenting on how good you smell or look, anything to lure you into fulfilling his wishes. even if it's just you sitting on his cock and not moving while you two watch a movie or him teasing only the tip into your cunt, he just wants to feel you. he'd be addicted to how fucking warm and wet you feel without the latex barrier, groaning at how clearly he can feel every twitch and pulse of your walls, his breath hitching as you let him hold you by the hips and slowly guide you up and down along the length of his cock, on the verge of trembling when he clutches you tightly and empties his balls inside you for the second time.
and god forbid you ask him to pull out in the middle of him drilling into you. you're so overwhelmed, crying out and drunk on pleasure, babbling for him to pull out! since it's the only thing you can remember to do. but sometimes, ethan can be so mean when he's in charge. he'd loom over you, eyes wild and dark, lips pulled back into a mocking grin, and laugh. you think you have a chance at deterring him? that's cute. he'd take your moment of bewilderment as you stare up at him with wide eyes to hook his hands under your knees and fold your lower half up and into a mating press.
you don't have a snowball's chance in hell at pushing him off. he's far too heavy, too strong, and he'll reinforce your lack of control by leaning his weight on you to keep you pinned helplessly in place. all you can do is moan and whine and wince, embarrassed, at the obscene squelch of his cock bullying its way deep inside your sticky, overstimulated cunt and the slap of his heavy balls against your pelvis. but as overstimulated as you are, you don’t dislike it. he knows you don’t. if you did, your cunt wouldn’t be squeezing around his cock to keep him inside every time his hips pulled back a bit further than usual. you’re like an open book. he knows you by now.
on another note, the amount of text messages he sends you will increase in general, and if you don't reply within the time frame he deems acceptable, he'll start blowing up your phone. you'll wake up from a long nap, disoriented and not even remembering who the hell you are, and find several missed calls and texts from him as well as your man HIMSELF standing outside your bedroom window.
and those little couples pranks you see on tiktok, the one especially that's like "texting my bf he's gone, you can come over now?" yeah, you can't do that LMAOOO that man is INSANE. you remember how strong he was in that apartment scene where he was terrorizing the core four? HELL nah. you can damn near hear his car tires screech from down the STREET as he swerves around and heads back to you. in his brain, oh, so you think you can just be handing out pussy that good all willy nilly? 🤨 yeah okay. i know that the way he tried to kick in that bedroom door had y'all feeling something, bc me too.
he wouldn't try to kick it down immediately, but he'd stand out there seething, jaw locked, knocking on the door a little harder than normal, fighting to keep his voice even so he won't scare you out of letting him in. but his patience would dwindle rapidly. his behavior would be erratic, switching between pleading and persuasion and guilt-tripping and banging on the door and yelling so quickly you can barely keep up. babe you are playing with your LIFE😭 that pussy got him in a chokehold, and he'll be damned if anyone even gets the opportunity.
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astrologydayz · 1 year ago
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ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES🔞👅🫦 - SYNASTRY2
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Lust conjunct Pluto = Lust is turned on by Pluto's power/how dark they seem & by how much dept they seem 2 carry ("bad boy/bad girl image"). Pluto can go through/have went through crazy experiences/transformations, that Lust is sexually attracted 2! Especially bc of the way Pluto goes about these experiences/transformations. How they "handle/handled em". Lust can get obsessed with Pluto&the sexual intimacy they bring, (bdsm) is 100% an option here. Dom&Sub, but a little more on the "darker"side. Lust likes it 90% of the time, a conjunction can go both ways!🖤
Lust square Pluto = Lust can feel at conflict here - Pluto can be 2 rough on Lust person, or with the things they want2 do 2 Lust person. Lust can keep quiet about this tho, and suddenly blow up, when they've had "enough". Lust can say yes 2things, because of Pluto's persuasion abilities. IF Lust's Pluto is afflicted by inner planets in their own chart = It can be the complete opposite! Like, Lust is REALLY turned on by the things that the Pluto person does 2 them! Especially the aggressiveness from Pluto, &Pluto taking "control" over them𓀏.
Lust opposite Pluto = Lust is turned on by how different the Pluto person shows their "dark sides". Pluto wanting 2 show who's boss, & Lust wanting 2 overpower Pluto - they both fight for who's in charge&the lust person fucking loves that shit. Lust can tell Pluto "NO😌" here, & Pluto finds that hella sexy. Especially bc he's used to getting getting what he wants - how & when he wants it. Pluto won't let Lust have their desires fulfilled, until they do as they're "told" - games = a big thing here. Lust asteroid - 4386
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Mars conjunct Pholus asteroid - 5145) will cause the Pholus person 2 blow up Mars persons sexual desires/attraction towards Pholus. Pholus can be the hottest thing alive 2Mars person. They 9/10 times haven't felt an attraction towards anyone, that deep before. Could also be 2 intense with the conjunction sometimes - Mars person feeling crazy 4 feeling like that - "wanting/thinking about Pholus 2 much sexually. Mars person can, or can not control themselves depending on how their Mars is aspected in their own chart👀.
🫦🤨 Mars conjunct Fast asteroid - 27719) causes the asteroid person 2 be sexually attracted 2 Mars person, fast. Asteroid person wants 2 start a sexual relationship with Mars person. Mars could be aware/or not aware at all, about the sexual attraction that the asteroid person has4them, it depends on the asteroid persons natal chart - how forward/direct they are in their approach🚒🚜.
🏊 Eros - 433) conjunct/trine Mercury = Eros is crazyyyy attracted 2 the Mercury persons voice/hands - fingers/arms & mind. Eros can get off just by how Mercury person touches them/how they talk/sound/moans like/how they use their mouth/just by hearing what the Mercury person thinks about🗣🧏. Mercury knows how 2 turn Eros on by using their erotic language&Good hand/finger - or mouth work.
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Mercury conjunct ☌/trine Δ asteroid "Cumming" - 14348) shows us that all the Mercury person needs2do2make the asteroid person cum is by dirty talk/them "whispering all the nasty thoughts they have about the asteroid person" - "sweet nothings in their ear2"👄👄. Hand/finger & mouth work is perfect for the Mercury person 2 make the asteroid person cum. It can even show us that the Mercury person "voice controls" when the asteroid person is allowed2cum🍆🍑💦.
Asteroid "Close" - 54902) conjunct ☌/trine Δ Mars can show that the asteroid person started 2 feel a close bond 2Mars the moment they started a sexual relationship❤️.
Mars conjunct ☌ Born asteroid - 13954) can literally show that the "Born person" didn't have any kind of sex life, ever/or for years) before they met Mars! - Mars "helps/guides" the asteroid person - when it comes2 sex, self pleasure, sexual stamina, sexual desires etc. The Born person usually experiences a "rebirth” moment, after starting a sexual relationship with Mars. A man's dick/lust asteroid - 17458) - 4386 conjunct ☌ a woman's BML causes the man2 be very sexually attracted2/turned on by the woman bc she defies him/she's the one in control - won't let him take charge🫦👅👋🧏😩🥰. She could even reject him at 1st, & he would be even MORE determined2hit💀. She won't make it “EASY"🤣.
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Mars conjunct Mars will cause a demanding sexual attraction that none of them can go against🤤🤤. They have the same sexual drive, same desires, same sexual movements, & they know how 2 please one another👅👅. U don't feel a sense of "awkwardness", cuz u do the same things - Look at Mars sign (Scorpio - U both get off on how much the connection involves (depth, "dark sexual attraction", "sneaky"/secret moves, and not "in your face energy". Example - like not going all in when u meet/met in front of everyone, but more secretive & thought out. Look at house/s/sign/s 2c how this conjunction plays out. Someone's Black Moon Lilith conjunct your ASC means that u find the Lilith person VERY SEXUALLY attractive& tempting!! bc of something taboo, age difference, different cultures/skin color). Lilith turns u on with how they just don't give zero fucks, & with "how sexy"/out there/in yo face" they r. (in your eyes, at least). Can also cause complete disgust - Bml), if u haven't dealt w your "shadow self" yet😤.
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Venus conjunct Pluto causes the Pluto person 2 push Venus persons sexual boundaries, all the time. (doesn't have 2 be bad). Pluto knows that no one can satisfy Venus, like they can, and have no trouble withholding sex if Venus won't listen. Venus doesn't complain tho, they love 2 be dominated/kept in "check"⛓. "Can't stop thinking about the other person", "Subconscious need to be/feel close" sexually. Venus square Pluto = Pluto is obsessed because they CAN'T control Venus🤌. Venus will give other people attention (sexual attention, or platonic) 2 make Pluto more aroused, and jealous. Pluto can't catch Venus but they're still both madly attracted 2 each other!! Pluto puts a label on Venus (she/he belongs 2 me), but Venus ain't having it. They fight all day, but makes love all night❤️‍🔥💋. REPEAT. Venus opposite Pluto makes the Pluto person way more "advanced" when it comes 2 mind games, and how they can gain the things they want from Venus. (Sexual intensions, or Pluto just wanting 2 "play games"). They'll both feel very attracted 2 each other at first but Pluto can get bored after a while, and Venus won't feel the same kind of attraction from Pluto, so they'll seek it from somebody else, (sexual or platonic attention)🫰🫰.
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Asteroid "Lysistrata" - 897) can show how the asteroid person is using the other person for their own sexual pleasures. Can also show manipulation through sex/"romance" 🙆‍♀️🤌🤌. IT CAN ALSO SHOW WITHHOLDING SEX.
Asteroid "Hard" - 28077) can show how you get your partner hard/wet💦💦, or how they make your life hard, literally🤣🤣🫠.
Asteroid "Paine" - 5188) can also be used in synastry regarding sex😵‍💫😮‍💨. The asteroid person is the one who experiences the pain, while the other one inflicts it onto them🩸⛓📸🔞.
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REPOST OF SOME POSTS FROM MY OLD BLOG/NEW COMMENTS!💋
THANKS4READING LOVE!! I appreciate u, always💖
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deathbxnny · 6 months ago
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Yayyy, req time babyyy!
Time for another entry into the "Mother of the House of Hearth" series! (Also, since I’ve be sending you all these Arle requests the last couple req periods around, could I go by X Anon?)
Now, I first wanted to say that I loved what you did with my last req. I have had the displeasure of reading of "meh" angst in my long time as a member of the fanfic community, and you are absolutely NOT one of them, you really know how to tug at the heartstrings. You got me in death grip here 🥺.
Now, onto the request itself. The scenario here is going to be much more wholesome.... I hope 🤨
So, following the events of part 2, things have mellowed out. Kids aren't dropping dead left-right-and-center (plenty still return from missions with some gnarly injuries, but so far none have been sent to Celestia because of them), and so to hopefully take her wife's mind off the painful events of the previous months, Arle invites her to come along with to banquet being held by the Tsaritsa. She hesitates, worrying about what could transpire at the House in her absence. But with some encouragement from the children she's eventually convinced to go.
As for events at the party? Well I'll leave those details up to you mostly. One idea I had was Arlecchino stepping away for a moment to grab drinks, and returning just in time to see her wife judo-flipping some nobleman who decided to get a bit too handsy with her (+may or may not have said some things that were VERY disrespectful about Arle and the kids).
(Part one) (Part two) (Part four) (Part five)
Thank you so much for the request and your kind words, dear X Anon!! It means alot to hear that from you, especially as I'm usually very insecure when it comes to my angst writing abilities lmao. With that said, I had a different idea of my own regarding who approaches our dear reader, so I hope you'll like it, X Anon!!<33
Content: Angst ofc, female wife reader, mentions of the past Mother of the Hearth house, vague mentions of child experimentation, Dottore is his own massive warning, alcohol/drinking, threats of violence(?), sfw
Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns!!
((Not proofread))
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Warm red wine with a side of cold ice. (Arlecchino x Fem!Reader)
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"I must say... I didn't expect the Mother of the house of Hearth to grace us with her wonderful presence tonight... Ah, does it bring back memories..."
You say nothing initially, head half buried in your wife's white coat, face flushed from the cold and icy weather of the motherland you worked for. In your left hand, you swirled a glass of red wine elegantly, it's warmth that spread through your body with every sip mellowing out your nerves and exhausted temper. The golden band on your finger glinted in the dim lights of the extravagant party inside the ballroom, one you had attempted to escape by exiting to the grand balconies of the palace alone.
But akin to a shadow that immediately appears in the absence of light blocked by your form, he too found his place next to you slyly. Always the one to wait for the right moment, he now stands next to you with a knowing and cruel smile.
Your somber gaze twitches at his words, but that's the most you'll give him.
"It is... a pleasure to see you again as well, Doctor."
Your words were free from any malice or disdain, yet you refused to look at him as you spoke, a blatant sign that his presence perhaps bothered you after all. His sharp grin widened, his hand reaching out to hold onto the railing as he let out a theatrically deep sigh. "I must say, this... event is quite dreary, no? Certainly not a suitable place for a woman like you." "Do you view me as weak, Doctor?" "Struck a nerve?" You bit your tongue, eyes closing in hopes of him just simply disappearing once you reopened them. But it was futile.
You knew what he was doing, the memory of a long forgotten and pushed away past with you and your wife's deceased "Mother" and her atrocities forever burned in the forefront of your mind. It didn't matter how many years went by. You'll forever remember the screams of your fellow peers, as they were dragged away by the Fatui agents to their assured doom at the Doctors hands.
No one ever spoke of it, perhaps out of fear or disbelief of it being true and them being next. But ultimately... you were all the truth was hard to hide, when the man himself often voiced his irritation to the deal being off to you, the new Mother of the house. One so different from the old one that he fancied a little more.
You took a sip of your wine, attempting to wash away the memories with another wave of warmth, as you lightly cursed your wife's name for bringing you here. Staying home would've been alot more preferable, and usually, you'd do exactly that, never the type to leave your children unattended for long. But after some convincing from your dearest young one's, you now found yourself in this less enjoyable predicament, your wife having been swept away by the crowd of Fatui pioneers and Harbinger colleagues alike.
You couldn't fully blame her, however, not when the monster disguised in human flesh was the main reason for tonight's plight in the first place. You felt sick when you glanced up at him at last.
"Not at all... it was simply a question." You couldn't see his eyes from beyond the mask, but you could imagine the mischievous glint in them. And you knew better to think that he was just here for some small talk. "What is it you want, Doctor? The Knave will be displeased at your presence near me." You manage out, trying to keep your voice steady to hide how uncomfortable you suddenly felt.
"Ah, my apologies, perhaps I should be more forward then?" He leans forward a little, near caging you into the corner you were leaning against in-between the wall and balcony railing. Your fingers gripped your glass of wine, eyes quick to find the moon and icy glaciers in the distance.
"I'd like to reform our past alliance. Surely, you know what I'm speaking of?" "Hardly." "You're a terrible liar, Mother (Y/N)." Your eyes were sharp when they snapped towards him in warning. You hated the way he said your name and title so mockingly. It was as though he was treating you like a foolish little girl that was playing pretend. His request was more like a clear demand in a fight he had already lost. The arrogance would've been amusing, if you didn't feel ill.
"Besides, I don't think you realize the true benefits of it. The children of your house are strong... until they aren't. To which they either end up dead or just, well, useless." He was trying to enrage you, break the perfect walls you have built up over the years, demolish the perfect and new image you had given the title "Mother". And for what? Perhaps some petty revenge against your wife for ruining his fun.
What a child.
"Non of my children are useless." "Oh but that just isn't factually true! And whilst the deaths have been going down over the past few months... I wonder how many are injured and stay injured after a failed mission. They can't perform their duties anymore and then what? They laze around and take up space in your perfect home just like back then-" "-Everyone has value in the house no matter what-" He ignores you, waving his hand dismissively with a grin so wide that it was beginning to unsettle you. But it did little to quell the near blinding rage that burned through you the more he spoke.
"-Not to mention, aren't you running out of space in that little, dreary graveyard of yours? It was truly overcrowded when I visited recently. Ah, the past Knave was alot more thoughtful of her resources... You should be more like her-" The silence that followed the sound of red wine splashing against his white coat and dress shirt was near deafening.
Your eyes were blown wide, filled with frustrated tears despite your better judgment, and your breath came our in labored puffs of air. Your hand shook, the glass nearly slipping out of your fingers. "You... how dare you... I..." You felt faint and sick, the realisation that a man like him had dared to take a step into your children's resting place, feeling like the ultimate slap to the face. And when you stumbled back, weak relief filled you at a familiar hand resting on your hip.
"I think it's time for you to take your leave, Doctor. I will let you live for your transgressions against my wife onlt for the sole reason that I do not wish to cause more of a disturbance than your rather unpleasant existence already has tonight." Arlecchino stood tall and proud in her extravagant suit behind you, her eyes glowing in the dim lights of the moon. The rage in them was scorching, nothing compared to yours, yet it never surfaced, unable to do so due to her rather unique condition and circumstances.
"My, my, what a shame... she has quite the temper. It was all in good fun, you know?" He chuckled, seemingly having lost all interest in entertaining your suffering already as he calmly walked away. Not even slightly bothered by the wine that dripped down his form.
You said nothing to your wife for a moment, your eyes closing to hide the angry and frustrated tears. "... Whatever he said does not matter. He is simply looking for entertainment... and I'm sorry." Her free hand reached up to push your hair out of your face with that gentle look she always had only for you. Turning around in her hold, you hid your face in her neck, so desperate to cling onto the small dignity you still did have left in hopes of appearing strong for her again. But unbeknownst to you, she also felt disturbed at her lack of quickness when it comes to aiding you. She should've known better than to just leave you alone.
"Can we go home? I want to go back to my children, Peruere. Even if Lyney is in charge... He's still too young..." As always, you chose to just retain your pride after a moment of solace in her arms and forget what happened. You stood straighter again, your usual somber look filled with elegance and grace she always admired.
Her eyes found your empty wine glass with amusement. "No more wine then?" She asked as she led you back into the palace to take your leave. Your nose wrinkled at her poor attempt at a joke, yet the weak and exhausted ghost of a smile still reached your lips. Shaking your head, you leaned your head against her shoulder as you walked, uncaring of the looks you got, hands tightly intertwined under the lavish furr of your coats.
"No... No more wine."
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peggyao3 · 4 months ago
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Relic - Pt. 9 "Bethlehem"
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PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Unnamed Ambiguous FMC
SUMMARY: ✧ Dreams are messages from the deep ✧ A woman from the unknown comes to Feyd in his dreams and his nights become his days as he flees to the dreamscape to escape the nightmares that haunt his waking hours.
TAGS: 18+, smut, she/her AFAB FMC, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, Porn with Plot, Feyd-Rautha's black cum and big cock, Praise Kink, Body Worship, angst/hurt and comfort, drama, fluff, Frank Herbert would frown, some politics, implied/referenced (child) abuse❗, Trauma, mentions of suicidal thoughts❗, Healing, Strangers to Lovers, falling in love, Vulnerable/Emotional/Possessive Feyd, Feyd is a sweet baby who did nothing wrong and I WILL pamper him, nurture not nature, Stockholm Syndrome but in a consensual way, lucid dreaming, implied/referenced cannibalism❗, Murder, Female rage, Teaching the Universe about Feminism, Angst with a Happy Ending
WORD COUNT: 5.6k
A/N: "How many pseudo deep titles for your chapters do you want?" … "Yes!" … "So we've got Eidolon, okay, fancy. Prometheus, uh-huh 🤨" … "It has a meaning I swear!" … "Rowing in Eden, what the fuck is that supposed to mean. Okay BETHLEHEM?! Shut uuppppp."
Reposted from my Ao3 💕| Masterlist | Relic Masterlist
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
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Analysis complete…
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Chance of conceiving: (0,0001±0,00003)%
Suggested action: Contact, Medi-Lead to discuss production and distribution.
"Is it done?!" Feyd's question answers itself when his woman gulps down the liquid from the ampule and stands up, looking at him like a kitten suddenly turned shy. She dares clasp her hands awkwardly in front of her hips as if she's forgotten all the angles from which he's already seen her.
Feyd pounces on her like a wild cat, hands under her thighs, yanking her up against him and launching them both onto the bed where he tears off his tunic and trousers and her shirt. Skin meets skin and Feyd is electrified, pushing her legs apart with his knees, mouthing against her neck and breasts with his pillowy lips.
"Are you all mine now?"
Her mouth replies "Yes!" And her body replies 'Oh God, yes, please!' when his fingers slide past her pubic mound and sink into her cunt, curling against her walls which are still slick and squishy despite the intermezzo. An inky smile begins to crawl over Feyd-Rautha's face when her eyes flutter shut and her head rolls back.
He may be in a hurry to finally fuck her, but he takes his sweet time, watching her face scrunch up with pleasure, fingers dancing over his arms as her pelvis rises and falls against the palm of his hand. Her eyes open, close, open, pupils dancing over his features like she's nervous to see him. She's so fucking cute, he could cry, he could eat her whole.
His cock brushes against her thigh, the head velvety and painted by a dollop of inky pre-cum at the slit. The sensation against her skin makes her gasp and she reaches down, grasping at his smooth, muscled thigh while his fingers continue to curl inside her. His lids fall halfway, blonde lashes fluttering and lit up by the golden glowglobe light. 
Feyd's hips buck, cock slipping against her leg. Then finally, she wraps her hand around him, squeezing where the shaft and head merge. He moans loudly and a little bit of saliva rolls over his bottom lip when she strokes him softly, way more softly than he deserves.
Suddenly, his woman stirs like she wants to get up and Feyd pins down her wrists with such unexpected harshness that she lets out a little yelp and her core rewards his manhandling with a needy clench.
"If you jump up and run away from me one more time, I'll tie you down, my darling." His slick fingers press threateningly against her wrist.
"Then I think I best ask you to go and sit this little guy somewhere else." She brushes her lips against his, then looks to the left where the stuffed animal sits on the other pillow of the double bed.
"Why?" He frowns.
"Well, I don't want him to watch." She smirks and Feyd can't help but snort because that's entirely stupid and he loves her so much, it hurts. "Go and sit him down on the vanity, please?" She frees her wrists by gently twisting them and hands him the stuffed animal. He accepts it almost reverently, making sure to grab it with the hand that isn't covered in sticky essence.
"Of course, my darling." Feyd climbs off the mattress, keeping an eye on his woman so she doesn't even think of slipping away or even closing her legs. Padding over to the vanity, he rediscovers the pale flowers he himself had deposited there. Beaming, he holds them up and spins around to face her, hiding his nose behind the white petals which exude a faintly sweet fragrance.
"Wait, you got me-? Flowers?" She raises herself on her elbows, eyes widening and her voice wavers like she's on the verge of tears.
"Yeah. I know they're not pretty like flowers from Caladan, but I-"
"They are beautiful!" Now her voice really is heavy with tears. "Come here." Needy arms are reaching for him and Feyd places flowers and plushie on the vanity so he can swiftly climb back into bed and crawl over her, immediately embraced by her arms and legs.
Feyd growls softly when her legs lock around his ass and she tugs him close, cock squished between their bellies, balls nuzzling her warm, slick cunt. One pale hand glides between their bodies in an attempt to fill her with his fingers once more but she says no , scraping her nails over the top of his back.
"Fuck me now, please?" Her heels press into the meat of his ass cheeks.
The na-Baron lets out a noise like a strangled animal and there's barely a second between the end of her question and him slipping the head of his cock between her folds, pushing at an angle that he knows is right because he's fucked her a hundred times already, only this times it is real.
As always, she wonders how it's ever going to fit, so her hips shy away from him, but there's nowhere to go and his thighs pin her open. In the dream it had been easier to process that her body can somehow sheathe such a monster. Now she is left gasping with surprise and pleasure when her entrance stretches open and embraces the obscenely thick head of Feyd's cock.
The pressure when he fills her is so delicious and all-consuming, her head rolls back and she bares her teeth, quickly shutting down the interface when her personal health assistant program kindly informs her about rising stress levels.
She wants to remind him to go slowly, but she also wants him all at once, doesn't want to wait for a second longer, so the grip of her legs around his hips tightens and she pulls him in, impaling herself on his length with a loud hiss. Feyd-Rautha is drawn into paradise and sounds of relief fall from his mouth like prayers when their pelvises come flush.
Feyd knows how to make her pain go away, rocking himself slowly against her core until hissing becomes moaning and her gaze zeroes in on him in a way that makes his stomach flutter, hips driving down against her pelvis, quicker, harder. The cries she makes are cries of rapture and the slapping of skin against skin is their background symphony.
His lips find hers, sloppy, yearning and beautiful.
They are so intimately close - disgustingly close , Feyd would have thought before he met her. There's not one inch between their bodies, no protective cuffs, spikes or toys to ensure that it's just sex . This is much more serious, this is making love, and Feyd's body is starved for it, soaking up the softness and warmth of her flesh, relishing the fact that she moans, not screams and scratches on his shoulders with pleasure, not pain.
He is so beautiful to her, so real , every inch of him is hers to touch, to worship and adore. Her mind is reeling, walls squeezing him and she can tell he is close, raspy groans turning deliciously high-pitched. Feyd presses his nose against her temple, bared teeth against her cheek in an attempt to ground himself.
Somewhere in his enraptured haze, he decides to bring a hand down, squeezing her waist and ass before creating an inch of space between their sweaty abdomens to stroke her clit with his thumb, which sends the rhythm of his rutting hips out of kilter.
"It's okay, don't stop~"
The sound of her voice, all disheveled and breathless, is enough to nearly throw him over the edge, so he bites at her throat, huffing and groaning. Doing as instructed, he leaves her clit alone, merely pinning her leg open with the free hand. She must be close too then. Perhaps he's hitting a spot inside just right, so he keeps going and the building climax nearly splinters him apart from within as he holds back, nearly crying as he drives down into her cunt.
"I c-can't hold back much longer," he admits and would have felt ashamed if it wasn't her. It's been two years without anything like this after all.
"Why would you hold back?" She mewls so sweetly, legs pulling him back down like she wants to drive him into madness.
"Oh God, wait~" Feyd keeps himself still against her tummy, eyes squeezed shut, cock and balls twitching but he manages to force back the cresting wave of release. When he retrieves his face from her neck and looks her in the eyes, his bottom lip is dewy with teeth marks.
Her core aches for more of the delicious drag of his cock, but even more so for his moans of relief. She wants to make him happy and superpose all the horror with bliss, nightmares with dreams, like they used to.
"I want you to cum first," Feyd pants, jaws clenching stubbornly. She can feel his length throbbing needily against her walls.
"I don't know if I can…"
"What?! Why not?" Feyd's hairless brows furrow and his heart thunders against his ribs the unpleasant kind of way.
"I'm nervous," she laughs and wraps her arms around his neck.
"Why, why are you nervous?"
"Because you're so pretty, I can't believe you're actually real."
That knocks the wind out of his sails and when she nudges his hips with her tightly wound legs, he naturally begins rocking into her again, mewling softly because even that is enough to bring him so dangerously close. "I'm not pretty."
"Yes, you are. Come, Feyd, please…" Her feet glide down the back of his thighs and her hands down his hard, muscled back and up the swell of his ass, squeezing his flexing cheeks. 
"D-Don't say things like that, ahhh~ "
He tries to hold back, he really does, but she kneads his ass and pulls his face into the crook of her neck, lips on his temple, and then one hand slips between his thighs from behind, to squeeze his balls, and he can't help the burst of euphoria that overcomes him. Groaning breathlessly, he spills himself with short thrusts, decorating her neck with saliva as his mouth hangs open.
Every part of him feels so warm and embraced and she doesn't even complain about all of his weight that rests on her. Being caressed so sweetly by her dancing fingertips on his back and scalp, he could fall asleep right now, but not before he has completed his mission, which is to make her sing his name while he drinks up his own cum.
He moves down her body and she can't hold him back, slippery and determined like a pale serpent. His cheek and mouth nuzzle her puffy, throbbing cunt like she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and she can barely watch. It's hard to believe that this enraptured gaze really is for her.
Feyd's tongue rolls out and he holds up her shaky thighs by the knee pits. Delving between her puffy lips to taste his own seed, his tongue wriggles deep into her squelching hole before he pulls out and peeks up expectantly. Worried, her gaze lingers on the inky substance which he presents on his tongue like he's proud of how much it is. "Wait, back then, didn't you s-say something about chemicals in your-?"
"Yeah." He swallows and shows off his tongue, pink again. "Could poison you in the long run, but the supplements in your meals should counter that. You also got crushed iodine tablets in them to help against the radiation. Keeps you from losing your hair, like the rest of us."
"Well now that's good to know," she chuckles nervously and lets Feyd return to his meal, though her thoughts circle around whether there is a Geiger counter among the cryo pod's standard equipment, so she could get an idea of how high the nuclear radiation in this atmosphere really is. The temptation is great to switch on the interface and access the inventory list, but Feyd suckles hard on her clit, forcing her attention back to his head between her thighs and the strong fingers that keep them parted.
Right.
So, she lets her head roll back, relaxing, curling her toes in the air while Feyd's tongue circles the tender bud. The lewdest thing about him between her thighs is the little sounds he makes, the wet squelching of his tongue slipping over damp flesh, the quick huffs when he gets excited to feel her spine arch off the mattress and her pelvis move against his mouth in small circles.
Pleasure rises, then falls, rises , then falls and she screws her eyes shut to focus on nothing but the drag of his tongue over her bundle of nerves and the long fingers that enter her slowly and pump in and out at a sweet pace. She writhes, clawing at his scalp, but the delicious summit always remains one step away, one lick, one nudge, one final liberating touch.
It is her own mind, sabotaging her with a maelstrom of thoughts.
"Just let go," Feyd-Rautha hums, noticing her defeated huff as her pelvis sinks down and her fingers slacken. He kisses all around the puffy flesh so that her hips jump. It pleases him to see her so sensitive, so he proceeds, trailing feather-light lines around her cunt with the very tip of his tongue.
"S'not that easy," she slurs, out of breath. "As a woman, you kind of have to, ahh , concentrate on it for a moment. Oh, Feyd~ "
"Mmmphh!" He lets out a little noise, tongue busy with drawing patterns on her cunt, relishing how her body contorts when he targets the swollen, little nub and how her muscles begin to shake. The air is deliciously heavy and thick with the scent of sex and perspiration. What he doesn't notice is how the time passes, only when his woman pushes against the top of his head like he wants him to stop.
"Your tongue must be getting tired." Her voice is small and apologetic.
"Do you think there's anything that I'd rather do or a place I'd rather be?" Feyd realizes she's underestimating where the limits of his body are. He's taken spiked whips and broken limbs and bled from every orifice. He can take lying on his stomach for an hour, feasting on his soon-to-be-wife's cunt. "Lie back down. I'm eating."
The coil within her abdomen quivers upon the lewd words and when Feyd's equally lewd mouth returns to her clit, her knees lift against her chest from how well he suckles the bundle of nerves into a vacuum, tapping it rhythmically with his tongue. Her nails claw at his scalp, his ear, spine arching. His nose is pressed against her pubic mound and suddenly she wonders - Isn't the scratchy hair there uncomfortable for him?
Ah - And there it goes again, the build-up toppled like a brittle tower made of toy blocks. And because of such a mundane thought no less.
Her eyes blink open and her gaze finds the balcony door, roiling chimneys in front of a darkening sky. How bad is the radiation out there? Her thoughts jump with the speed of light, to space travel, to the past, to the future, to the web of dangers all around. Perilous foreboding crawls into her like the radiation, unnoticeable until the cancerous results ravage your body.
"You were close. What happened?" Feyd's pale, pretty face peeks up at her and his nose and chin are flushed from rubbing against her hair. He looks so innocent like that, with the golden light catching on his lashes and his lips puffy and red.
"I- I'm sorry, I  thought about it too hard."
"You're always thinking. Don't." Reassuringly, he squeezes her sweat-damp thighs and delves back down. How many more times will he try?! She feels more guilty with every attempt.
"That's like telling me not to worry or not to miss home."
"Wait, is that what you're thinking about? Home?" The tiniest trace of bitterness laces Feyd's tone. What else does he need to do to have her undivided attention?
"Actually, I didn't until right now. Fuck, I'm sorry. I don't think I can finish this time." The silence that follows is awful. Feyd's features freeze up, as do his softly squeezing fingers. 
"Oh," he forces past the terrible lump in his throat. It's hard not to take that personally. Feyd hasn't always cared about making his playthings cum, but when he did, he was never not successful. And that's not just a plaything, that's his wife . Why would she even want him if he can't pleasure her anymore?! 
He's out of practice, evidently. He shouldn't have shunned his poor pets all the years.
"You're not angry, are you?" His woman sits back and folds her legs beneath her body.
"No…" Feyd does the same, sitting  back on his haunches, cock half-hard across his thigh. Never ever has he felt awkward during or after sex but now he doesn't know where to put his hands and eyes. Immediately, she can tell how rejected he feels, looking like a lost little boy who's building a wall around himself. So, she crawls towards him on hands and knees and grabs his hand.
"I'm just-" She scrambles for words. "I think I can't stop thinking because I'm just scared." Her voice breaks at the end and Feyd notices the tears rising to her eyes, glittering beads that cling to her lower lashes as she tries to hide her face away.
"Oh, no, no, no, hey~" Without thinking twice, he envelopes her in his arms and lets both of them fall sideways against the pillow where she snuggles up to him, cheek pressed against his smooth pectorals, slinging one leg around his hip so their cores and bellies are flush.
Her tears paint his chest and her hands squeeze his back, searching for comfort in places that only her hands have ever touched without a hunger for harm. Feyd whispers sweet nothings into her hair, how everything will be alright, even though his own heart clamors with fear.
Clouds pile up like monsters in the sky and while the volcanos below send shivers through the earth and thunder roars above, acid rain begins to pelt against the windows.
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Night has fallen when he kisses her good night at her door, like the previous nights. His day begins early. Hers doesn't. She is free to study as she pleases while Feyd trains in the ring like he could deliver himself from evil, hoping the more manly he looks, the less it will spark his uncle's appetite in the afternoon.
She looks at him pleadingly and a sadness paints her eyes a dull color. One hand cups his cheek softly and he closes his eyes, leaning into her palm.
"And you're sure you're not angry because I… You know?"
"I promise, I'm not angry." Blue eyes blink open and she looks into them like little seas of clear water, finding hurt and confusion at the bottom. Softly, her thumb traces patterns on his cheek
The relief to have her back has twisted into fear so quickly, like a dark, ugly vise around his heart. What if she won't love him anymore, now that she knows who he is, where he is and what he is? Anxiety swells and crests like the evening storms and dreaded words pour out of him. Reality feels so much more fragile than dreams. He should have told her sooner.
"I love you."
"Feyd!" Her face lights up and dullness becomes color as if ignited from within. "I love you!"
The kiss that follows is not gentle, but his eyes are, holding all the vulnerability that his mouth and hands don't. When they break away from each other, he looks almost sad, the way his lips turn downwards, as if she was sending him away.
But he doesn't have to go. She hopes he knows that he can sleep here, that she'd love to hold him to her chest every night like the treasure he is to her, but she understands that the ghosts that haunt him aren't exorcized so easily. Even in their dreams, they've always been awake and she's never had the privilege to trace the curves and edges of his peaceful face as he sleeps.
Feyd has never slept next to anyone in his life, because to be asleep is like being prey in a trap. And he trusts her, he does, but what if he whines and cries in his sleep? What if he rams the knife under his pillow into his love at night, because he mistakes her for the gluttonous beast that has painted his childhood with poison?
What if the beast comes to visit at night? He hasn't come for many years, not to his room at least, but what if he does, what if, what if? Feyd would rather not his woman lay next to him if such a visit were to happen.
It is better to sleep alone, and so he pulls away from his darling's warmth, hoping that the next time he wakes up, she will still be real.
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The little device - a compact block of metal - clicks steadily in her hand as she aims it at the dark, polluted night sky, it clicks so fast that her heart starts hammering almost just as fast. The Geiger counter shows 1,000 μSv/hour and her bones chill with horror, knowing that invisible demons are wreaking havoc in her flesh right now, shattering molecular bonds at will. Gamma rays.
Not enough to make her drop dead the next minute, but enough to make her cells grow tumorous if sustained over a long period of time. And she's been out here all afternoon, committing a slow and unintentional suicide. Pointing the Geiger counter at the tar-black puddle on the balcony floor, the value shoots up to 30,000 μSv/hour and the click-click-click becomes a steady drone.
Mortified, she stumbles back into her room and slams the door. What is this toxic wasteland of a planet? How does anything live and grow, let alone the pretty flowers that are now in a vase on the coffee table? Let alone humans?  
Here, the clicking slows from an angry wasps' nest to a heartbeat. 200 μSv/hour. The walls are thick and she vows to never go outside again, unless in her multi-purpose suit that's still buried in cargo compartment one. It offers insulation against cold and heat and limited radiation protection. Would it be very dramatic of her to wear it inside, helmet and all, and never take it off again?
Suspiciously, she aims the device at the flowers, but the frequency remains as it is.
It almost makes her laugh, how right she was to assume all the years that her Feyd's lack of hair came from radiation, except that this is not chemotherapy. This is a planet's entire atmosphere. The cloud machinery above gives birth to radioactive decay, sending deadly little hailstones down to the crust of earth that kill any organic life that hasn't adapted.
How do the Harkonnens do it? Do they die young? But there were older men among the troops at the spaceport and not a sign of degradation on the pale, hairless faces, no missing limbs, no crippled backs. Perhaps evolution has already played its part and only the fittest have procreated, only the fittest infants haven't died from radiation sickness in the crib. The Harkonnens are clinging like a pestilence to the planet they have polluted.
No matter the crushed iodine tablets in her meals, she is not like them. Her cells are not like theirs. But is it so unlikely to assume that medicine has evolved in this new universe, this archaic future that has one foot in the middle ages and the other among the stars? Feyd had spoken so lightly of the radiation…
The engineer nearly drops the Geiger counter when the door clicks and three white shadows slink inside, female from the looks of them, Harkonnens. But also not, she realizes at second glance. Their scleras are blacker than black and their teeth pointed and inky like Feyd's, only their tongues and gums are black too.
She points the clicking device at them like a weapon and when one of them hunches her back and hisses like a snake with bared fangs and soulless eyes, she knows they aren't human. The plastic of their gowns creaks as they move forward, cornering her slowly like a pack of hyenas.
"Hello?" She asks, gripping her device tighter, and one of the creatures dares to laugh.
Not friends - enemies. Definitely enemies.
They had hoped to get the stranger in her sleep, when she's defenseless, but she's awake and so they blink with uncoordinated hostility, hovering in her periphery. Black eyes study the clicking weapon in her hand.
"Who are you?" The hairy stranger asks.
"We have no names," one of them replies with a guttural tremor to her voice. Speaking Galach always strains their throats.
"I'm sorry to hear that." She swallows. "I think everyone deserves a name." The three women-creatures seem neither moved nor impressed by the cautious peace offer. One of them begins to scent the air with her nose craned, finding the flowers in the vase to be reason enough to hiss with distaste.
"He doesn't play with us like he used to." The second one wastes no time and the third one moves sideways, slinking closer to the bed. Darkness swathes the room, but the creature's feet aren't bent as they should be, digitigrade like raptor claws.
Horror and heartbreak screw her fingers tight around the Geiger counter which seems to be the only thing that keeps the hyenas at bay. The edge of the Sarcophagus digs into her calves, compartments still unfolded because she hadn't expected visitors past midnight.
"Maybe we should play with you and see how he likes that."
Her eyes dart to the creature near the bed, sniffing, claws clicking on the tiles. She wills her voice to be cold like the cutting edge of a blade and deeply regrets that she has no weapon in her pocket like Feyd. "I don't know any games that you would enjoy."
"Oh, but we do."
The first one grins with inky fangs, but it is the third one that breaks her reserve in half like a twig. A pale face bends down to the stuffed animal on the pillow, sniffing. The relic barges past the creature in the middle and grabs the third one by the sinewy shoulder, yelling with all the rage of all the years: "Get the fuck away from my things!" 
Her voice doesn't work like the Bene Gesserit's, no compelling nudge, no control over her opponents, but the hyenas are still taken by surprise when the stranger roars.
The nameless creature spins around, rolling her shoulder, launching a clawed hand at the woman's chest, so she staggers backwards in pain, nearly tripping if not for another pair of cold hands that catch her from behind, talons piercing her shirt and her flesh. Without thinking, she lunges backwards over her shoulder and smacks the clicking device into the creature's face, crushing cartilage beneath the metal's edge. Blood slips over her hand and it is impossible to tell the liquid's color in the dark.
"HELP! HELP ME!" She screams and there's turmoil in the hallway.
Everything she is and owns has been violated since she woke up - her autonomy, her property and now even her flesh, bones and skin. Foolishly she had hoped everything would be better on Giedi Prime, but that hope is ground to dust now that six hands are tearing on her body.
The door slams open.
"My Lord, I'm sorry, they were so convincing. I really thought you had sent them to prepare the-"
Feyd pushes past the stammering guard, clad in only his nightwear, barefoot. "Out! Out! Out!" He stomps towards the huddled group of claws, teeth and flesh like a raging bull and his three pets scatter in all directions, whimpering like kicked dogs as they sprint out the door.
His woman stands with her knees bent, hair and clothes in disarray. Feyd's steps slow down before he reaches her. He can't breathe.
She almost smacks him too with the bloody device.
"What the fuck was that?" She sobs and Feyd seems to have no answer for her, so she screams at the top of her lungs: "What the fuck was that, who are they?!" 
"They're no one." Feyd snaps out of it, but his expression has already told her everything she would have never believed, had she not seen it. His hands reach for her and she realizes they're trembling like hers. "Where did they get you?! You're bleeding. My darling-"
"I'm fine!" She tears herself away from him. "I'd still rather bleed out than die from radiation sickness, so don't bother." The Geiger counter clicks incessantly, so she switches it off and slams it back into the compartment where it belongs.
"They will be punished," Feyd vows, chasing after her. He goes down on his knees, but she's already standing back up, tears on her cheeks, rage in her eyes.
"I don't care what you do with your bio-engineered girlfriends!"
Feyd freezes and blinks. She's never talked to him in a tone like that and it doesn't feel right, no, she's not supposed to raise her voice at him, she's supposed to love him and comfort him and be the one who doesn't hate him.
He doesn't even deny it , she bitterly thinks.
"They saw the sarcophagus! Do you know what this could mean?"
"They don't even know what they saw, they're dumb animals."
"Is that what you call your-" She wants to say whores, sluts, but it's not their fault, it's his. Jealousy is a bitter beast. "Your partners?"
"No, no, no, wait, they're not my partners, they're just- They were my pets, but I-"
"Your pets!" She bursts out laughing, hysterical, and Feyd stands there like a doused cat in the acid rain. "I thought you only dreamed of me …" Her voice dwindles to a pathetic whimper. "That's what you said."
And maybe he did, but that never meant he didn't have other women in real life. 
"And I did, I do! Wait- Don't look at me like that. I haven't touched them, I swear it to you."
He will get rid of them. He will feed them the dumb, treacherous guard as their last supper and then get rid of them, limb by limb, for hurting his wife. But his wife looks unimpressed and a terrible feeling lurches towards him, like she doesn't believe him.
"You are…" She shakes her head, expression grim. Why is she shaking her head like that?!
"I am what? What?!" So full of fear, full of rage (one thing implies the other), Feyd almost draws his knife.
"You need to leave."
Her word pierces his heart like a fine blade. He's only just told her he loves her, a few hours ago. "Do you hate me now?"
"I'm upset right now, so just leave!"  
There is someone lurking behind his eyes and she can't tell if it's a hurt, little boy or a demon about to burst out of its cage. So, she begs him to leave and he finally does, shoulders drawn up, head swaying like a skinned viper's.
He does draw his knife then, but only once he's stepped out into the hallway and the door whirrs shut at his back. The guard knows what awaits him and so do his pets, useless husks of the past, useless gifts from his uncle, he should have killed them sooner, but he hadn't dared.
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Behind the door (and she doesn't believe this door means any safety anymore, considering anyone seems to be allowed to come and go), she kneels in front of her Sarcophagus and unlocks the technical compartment. The medical assistant kindly warns her via her interface that her blood pressure is too high and her body temperature is raised. She ignores it, closing the pop-ups that urge her to access the BioChem segment for its medical supplies and disinfectant.
If this is who she's dealing with, she will need a proper weapon, something more efficient than a little multi-tool knife or a now bloodied Geiger counter to defend herself against the threats that lurk in this nightmare of a new world.
The technical compartment unfolds and here is where she feels at home, here are all the tools she knows. But the item she wants to print tonight doesn't require her technical know-how, and thank God for that, because her sight is still blurry with tears. Via her interface, she flicks through the blueprints until she finds the object of her desire. Compact. Lethal. With a 13 round magazine.
Initiating printing process…
Waiting for materials.
She slots one of the plastic cartridges into the 3d-printer and the machine buzzes to life. At the very least, she will never run out of plastic on Giedi Prime.
Slowly, her heart stops hammering with fear, and when the adrenaline abates, only heartache remains.
Who is the man she fell in love with 24,000 years ago?
The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats
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A/N: You thought we were done with the angst? You need to pry the angst out of my cold, dead hands 😩 And also this was for all the girlies who have a hard time ✨letting go✨ because their mind won't shut up 😔
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pupyuj · 1 year ago
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campus rebel! g!p wonyoung who fucks the shit out of the stuco president for getting her into trouble 😵‍💫😵‍💫 OH MY GOD I WANNA HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS
bad girl wony... yeah.. yeah exactly. i giggle every time i get g!p ive asks esp annyeongz i just want them to double team me tbh—
LISTENNNN ... ever since 230423 wonyoung i have never been the same, that look is literally how i picture rebel wony 😭😭😭
wwhat if she has never gotten in trouble for all the bullshit she did when you weren't the stuco president :(( wony got away with everything scot-free bcs the previous presidents were scared of what might happen to them (like expulsion) bcs wony had a bit of a hold in the school 😟😟 but then you got elected, and things changed real fast 😁 teachers were actually scolding her?? giving her shit when she was late to class or wandered the halls during?? and she has never gotten detention before... until you personally put her in one 😭
the detention in question being held in the student council meeting room, it was just you and her. wony was pissed, she could be out partying and getting laid right now but instead, she had to stare at your pretty face while you did your work and babysat her at the same time! looking up from your desk briefly and seeing that the paper in front of wonyoung was still blank. "it's a simple apology, jang. i'm doing you a favor by saving you from a criminal charge. this won't hurt your reputation, you know." you said with a sigh.
"oh trust me, it's been hurt the moment you stepped up that stupid podium in the gym and did your campaign speech like you were the leader of the nation." wonyoung picked up her pen and started scribbling on her paper. well, at least you wouldn't have to deal with her eyes just burning holes into your head anymore! she doesn't even get why she has to apologize 🤨 spray-painting cock and balls to that creepy janitor's truck was funny! and he deserved it!
and then a few minutes later, here comes wony marching over to your desk and slamming her paper down in front of you. what you didn't see was a proper apology but rather a big drawing of a middle finger. this was useless.
"do you wanna go to jail, jang? don't forget that this isn't the first time you've broken a literal law!"
wonyoung merely shrugged, a cocky smile on her lips, "you're just afraid you'll miss me."
you grabbed a new piece of paper, stood up, and pushed it on her chest, "get your shit together. not even your daddy can pull you out of the mess you want to create." but wonyoung was not at all threatened! see, she has always thought that as much as you were a pain in her ass for always scolding her about what she wore, her attitude, and everything... you were still hot. and to you, even when wonyoung was the bane of your existence, you still wanted her badly deep down (pretty, charismatic, cute smile... who could ever resist?), so you didn't complain at all when she suddenly grabbed your waist and kissed you 😳😳
it was messy, what with wonyoung biting your lips and forcing her tongue in your mouth,,, and it wasn't until she lifted you on top of your desk that she finally pulled away, busying her hands with unbuttoning your shirt, her lips now on your neck,,, the way she wouldn't stop teasing you 😭😭 "d'you get me in trouble just so you can have me alone? you could have just told me that you wanted me, prez." shes so annoying 😩
shhdfdkffbf wony marking you all over and you complaining about it 😭😭 AND YOU'RE ARGUING EVEN WHEN SHE HAS HER DICK INSIDE YOU BCS SHE'S TOO FAST OR SOMETHING 💀 you really have no fucking idea why girls throw themselves on her all the time when all she's focused on is her pleasure 🙄 but wony doesn't give a fuck, she's still pissed at you for making her look weak and small now 🫠🫠 so she doesn't care that her pace is too fast, or that she practically forced her big cock inside your tight walls, or that she left too many bite marks on your neck and shoulders... people were gonna know what happened here, and people will know that it was all her doing 😈
wony forcing your legs open for her while she pounds your cunt 🤤🤤🤤 but she's baby so she was whining and groaning in your ear, head buried on your shoulder bcs you feel really good :(( and she gets addicted to the way you say her actual name, totally different from the usual spiteful way you say 'jang', so she makes you say it again and again :((( your voice becoming the thing that grounds her but god she literally can't help but just ruin you so after coming together for the first time, wony immediately puts your legs on the ground and bends you over :((((
her saying mean things to you while she's destrying your cunt from behindddd 🫠🫠
"you're a f-fucking bitch, prez... i hate you.."
"be thankful that you're so pretty, and that this pussy is fucking sweet c-cuz.. ahh, fuck...! i would have gotten you expelled a long time ago... mhmm.. feels so good... so good..."
"from now on, i'm gonna make you my slut... i'm sure you'd like that, unnie.. j-jang wonyoung's cute little cocksleeve sounds more of a better title than student council president..."
needless to say, she fucks you stupid until detention was over! but since you still had stuco prez things to do until sundown, you had to stay in school and ofc wony did too 😁 tho you didn't complain this time bcs cockwarming her while you did your work and kissing her from time to time made everything a little less boring! 🤤
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tryingtofindava · 1 year ago
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pls im begging for dating ticci toby headcanons 🙏🙏
𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ‘𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢’ 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄
tw: mention of manic episode.
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My god.
This boy is full of so much love.
Y’all take FOREVER to actually get together.
It got to the point where Toby got frustrated and was all like “should I just kill them?” (Assuming you ain’t a proxy)
What I’m tryna say is he’s sorta oblivious to his feelings towards you.
But he’s so scared to get attached to you, cuz every time he’s ever gotten close to someone they die.
But when y’all (finally) get together after a long ahh slow burn.
YOU TWO ARE LITERALLY THE CUTEST OMD.
He was so surprised that you said yes when he asked you out. Like- you? The pretty girl who he had the the pleasure of becoming friends with???? Says yes to him????
He’s so happy
Buttttttttttttttt.
So awkward it’s almost painful.
Onetime you kissed him on his cheek, bro was all like ‘🧍’
But when you guys get past that awkward stage? You guys are practically attached to the hip.
And I know most of the fandom hates the ‘soft Toby’ stereotype, but I feel like that’s just how he is w you (though he does have his moments…)
Lots of reassurance. It’s needed if y’all wanna last.
He isn’t used to have someone be so affectionate towards him. Since deadass the only person who’s showed him genuine love was Lyra.
When y’all first met, he’d always wear a massive ass bandage over the gash on his cheek.
Every time you saw it you gave him the ‘🤨’ look, which he’s just shrug it off. And when you’d ask him about it, he’d say something like:
“It’s ruh-rude to ask t-that.”
He’d even continue wearing it INTO your dating life, he’ll eventually cave in since it’s been around 8 months of him wearing it around you. And a wound would normally be healed by now.
He wasn’t at all surprised by your reaction of shock.
He’ll always have it on out of the apartment though. No exceptions.
He calls you ‘pretty thing’ sm it becomes a tic.
Eskimo kisses? Eskimo kisses.
He try’s his best to keep the whole murder part of his life away from you. But it’s obvious so… that was one long night of going over things.
Anywaysssss.
AQUARIUM DATES! Y’all get in your grandpa jumpers and walk around the aquarium holding hands and looking at all the cool fish n’ shit.
HE LOVES LOVES LOVES NECK KISSES.
He’s a slut for knowing he’s yours.
He loves teasing the shit outta you for being short. Even though he’s like 3 inches taller
“I’ve been b-breaking my buh-back k-k-kissing you, babe.”
“Piss off.”
He loves laying between your legs with his face flushed against your chest while you run your fingers through his hair and itch his scalp.
When you guys are sleeping, you’ll constantly have to make sure he doesn’t get too over headed or cold due to his CIPA.
Speaking of sleeping, he grinds his teeth while he’s dreaming. So just gently grab his chin to stop him. And he’s a deep ass sleeper so he won’t feel it lol.
He isn’t a big fan of PDA when you guys aren’t behind closed doors, but he’ll ALWAYS hold your hand.
On the less sappy note, when he’s having a tic attack he will not allow you to come near him. He’s so scared of hurting you.
And when he’s having an episode?
Make sure you stay calm. And maybe get to him before he gets to you. He’ll be so upset if he did hurt you while going through one of his schizophrenic like states.
To help him through his manic episode, stay as calm as you can, let him know that, although you don’t share the belief that it’s real, you understand that it is real to him. Try and keep focused on supporting him with how he’s feeling in that moment, rather than confirming or challenging his reality.
If he does snap at you, he’ll feel so guilty. He will think that he’s just like his dad.
He’ll probably disappear for a few days, but when he comes back he’s begging for you to not leave him. Like he’s full on sobbing.
Hold him.
He’s clingy. Like super clingy. Clingy to the point where it just becomes obnoxious. And gets a bit irritating but he means well :(
He loves you like a dog, and he’ll do anything for you. He trusts you with his whole being and hopes you feel the same.
✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•
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julymusings · 1 month ago
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Can we also get a desi reader for Tim, Bruce, and aged up damian, please?
Bruce Wayne x South Asian!Reader
ok i did say whatever you ask is yours...but tbh i'm not much of an anyone-other-than-jason-or-dick girlie (i knowww i'm sorry). maybe in the future i'll write for the others but for now here's some bruce content. hope it's okay pleeease don't hate me. also sorry this took literally 50 years i was going thru some stuff💀
batboys x south asian!reader masterlist
I think he’d try really hard to impress you by taking you to those super fancy Michelin star Indian fusion restaurants. They’re good but don’t have quite the same charm as home cooked Indian food, so you bring him back to your place and cook for him.
I’m gonna be real here…all that man really needs is a kiss and one of grandma’s recipes. You feed him a bite straight from the pot and the softness and intimacy of the action alone almost has him in tears, never mind the love and warmth of a home cooked meal
You two come back to your place late one night after an event and you’re craving some comfort food, so you heat up some leftover rice with ghee and jaggery, and he doesn’t seem to have much of a reaction when he tries it, but when you guys have a fight that results in you not seeing each other for a few days, when you finally return to the manor Alfred informs you that was the only thing he ate because it reminds him of you and he missed you😭
I imagine not being very used to how much money he has, so some of the wealthy stuff he does is kinda weird to you. Seriously, this man has been a billionaire his entire life, so you can’t tell me that at least a morsel of Brucie Wayne’s financial out-of-touchness isn’t a tiny bit real
You tell him that in your culture, it’s common to gift gold at really special milestones/occasions. But he gets carried away.
He buys you a bunch of gold jewelry, like for every occasion and it’s like…real, solid, 22k gold. You try to tell him that it’s too much and you don’t need anymore and please stop buying it but he’s just like “why🤨🤨? That gold necklace was only a thousand dollars that’s so cheap” and you make him stand in the corner
I think he’d feel so weird about not wearing shoes at your place but you make him get used to it🤷‍♀️
He’s a genius fr so he picks up your language very easily
You love the super extra Uber-dramatic soap operas and it’s a guilty pleasure of yours to watch them before bed. I can just imagine the two of you huddled together in bed watching them on your laptop. He makes sure all the TVs in the house have all the channels you like. Eventually he can’t sleep without watching them either😭
I think he’d love certain perfume scents that are from South Asia, and he’d buy you fancy those perfume oils
I’m sorry but…I can NOT see this man wearing a kurta. Like I just don’t think he’d do it.
Lighting incense in the batcave. That’s all
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One day you’re making chai, and you ask him to bring the pot from the stove to the counter for you. That thing^ is lying next to the stove, but he doesn't know what that is. And since he can withstand intense levels of pain without flinching he just. Picks up the boiling pot with his bare hands and brings it to you.
"Why didn't you use the clamp?!" "How was I supposed to know what that thing was!!" You show him how to use it but he's kinda petty ("Why can't you just use a normal pot with a normal handle?! Why are you making more work for yourself?") so he refuses to use it and just keeps handling the pot with his bare hands.
But one day you're deep in conversation while making chai. The pot is boiling and he handles it anyway, but you're distracted and you forget that he can do that. You assume it's not hot so you touch it and burn yourself and he feels sooo bad. He's kissing all over your hands and pampering you for the whole day. He finally gives in and just starts using the stupid clamp.
I hc Bruce as being a consistent meditator. He probably spent a lot of time learning about it while training across the world and it helps him feel grounded and calm. He tries to get his kids to do it too, but they don't all like it as much as him. So if you meditate with him every now and then he really appreciates that.
You try to get him into yoga along with it and he's like...scarily good at it. He's not super flexible like Dick, so he chooses to opt out of the super bendy poses, but his core strength is unmatched. He can balance his entire bodyweight on one limb no sweat. He's not wobbling, shaking, or tipping over. He's still as a statue and he can last for hours. (😏)
If you get married, I don’t think it would be a huge event. Like there would probably be some kind of reception that’s more of a formality/business event than anything else where he puts on Brucie Wayne, but for the actual ceremony I think it would just be the family
He'd fly you to your home country to have the ceremony there at some super fancy historical attraction. Even if it's just you and some other close people, he's getting the whole place shut down for the day just for you.
I can’t imagine needing to step into a stepmom role for anyone? Except maybe Cass, Duke, and Damian when his mom isn’t around. The four of you DEFINITELY gang up on Bruce all the time and make fun of his whiteness.
You’d also totally gift them traditional wear
The first time you make dinner for everyone, you make it spicy and everyone loves it, but Bruce is just sitting there SWEATING
He’s so good at keeping a poker face that you wouldn’t have even been able to tell it was too spicy for him if not for the beads of sweat on his face. You give him milk to help soothe the heat but he never lives it down
But you actually are so mothering to the kids, you make them turmeric milk when they’re sick and chai with biscuits when they come home from school🫶and it's so sweet it makes Bruce fall for you all over again
When you move in the whole wearing shoes in the house still bothers you, but you can’t stop everyone else from doing it, so you declare your bedroom a no shoes zone. Bruce can wear shoes anywhere else in the house but NOT your bedroom.
And if you still feel weird about wearing shoes around the manor, he'll buy you a bunch of pairs of home slippers and stash them all over the place
Whenever you stay over he brings you chai in the morning. Once you're married and living with him, he brings it to you in bed every morning. At one point he's like "You know Alfred can bring it for both of us" but you insist it tastes so much better when it's from him, and he can't say no to you.
me personally i like to support women's organizations in south asia, i.e. access to education and better healthcare which means things like menstrual products & obgyn care so i am going to hc that after you share how passionate you are about those, WE partners with an existing charity for those issues, both in south asia and other parts of the world and raises tons of money to donate...take that if you like it (world so bad we writing fanfic about equality now😭)
Since he's a famous billionaire playboy he 100% has an internet presence (likely curated to fit Brucie) and there are tons of edits and memes about him. When the world finds out his partner is south asian, brown people probably go a little insane and there's definitely tons of those memes where they photoshop his face over someone in traditional wear and caption it "Bajju Wagle" or some other name with his initials LMAO
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Opponent in chess, lovers in bed
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"I like playing chess. On the chessboard, we focus only on each other, racking our brains to corner the opponent. What pure pleasure"
TW: Nsft and Breeding
When I said you got beaten bad it's so BAD gurl was being aggressive while playing👹 not even letting you win one chess game is making you want to rip your hair out and cry in a corner like LET MY POOKIE WIN👹👹😥🥲 you literally went through 5 stages of grief because of her😞😞
"I should get a reward, don't you think so chief?" POOKIE LITERALLY ASKED FOR A REWARD WHEN YOU WERE STRESSING LIKE making you stressed over a game wasn't enough??? 😡
But being a good little Chief like you are you obeyed (obeyed🤨🤨?) like her toy and asked her
"what is it?"
Gurl literally whispered an inaudible thing to your ears while you were blushing like hell
Nightingale watching the cams rn: 🤨👀
"Are you sure, Chief? if something happens then I will not know about it-"
"I'll be fine, Nightingale"
Pookie was so worried that Eirene will beat you in one way or another 🤨 but since you reassured her she obeyed and stopped stalking you two through the camera
[nsft below]
After that Eirene wasted no time and pinned you on the wall to kiss you, she took your soft, gentle, cold hands to her face and rubs it affectionately (I think pookies falling for you)
after that she threw your coat across the room, making the chessboard messy and some pieces on the floor and unbuttoned your shirt.
She kissed your palm while looking at you then threw your shirt off, sighing as she saw ANOTHER layer of your clothes, your turtleneck, gurl was the one STRESSING now like you got your revenge😈😈
"tsk."
She said as she rips it off you revealing your boing boing, taking off your bra revealing your pink puffy nipples.
She wasted no time and sucks it like there's no tomorrow because WHO WOULDN'T WANT THAT PUFFY PINK-
"mhm... heh.. I knew you had such a divine body.."
Talking with your mouth full is a big NO NO so as a punishment you pushes her head back on your ample breasts while she keeps mumbling
you had gotten tired of standing so you sat on her lap.
pookie felt a mountain while sitting like🤨 you knew she had a cock, but still surprising.
she only notices it when you yelp and she chuckles and pulls it out.
She was BIG BIG
she teases your asshole with her tip, it got you squirming like why are you targeting that🤨 take my virginity first-
She knew you wanted it inside your puss when you whimpered which she has paid attention and put it inside as you wanted.
She was gentle and romantic with you, thrusting oh so slowly, enjoying her first time with you with her big coc, like are you two lovers now? why treat you like one? where's the label?!!?
she got from being gentle to being ROUGH
She's thrusting into like there's no tomorrow, got you worried like CALM DOWN you forgot your pills😥😥 like got you thinking I wanted to be bred by someone smart but not this time😥 you two literally had no label and she has the audacity to breed you right away and make her mine.
she chuckles and at your expression and decided to point it out
"why so quiet, Chief?"
"do I really need to t-talk while you're pounding m-me?" you stuttered and kisses her, making her chuckle and kissing you back
"not really~ do you mind if I breed you hm~?" gurl was teasing you and got you blushing like a tomato
but being her good little self implied wife like you are you nodded and agreed letting her pull out slowly and push back in until she hits your cervix making you squirt and letting her cum deep inside and breed you.
Making her body collapse on top of you due to tiredness you hugged her while she comes down from her high (who wouldn't want a good aftercare)
she then looked up at you and kisses you, making her mumble "I love you" which she wished you didn't hear.
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Would u be so kind to share with the class about who in riize is mtl likely to like you choking them during sex. 🤨🎤 Like it doesn’t even matter if they’re in control or not during sex like who do u think would be obsessed with the feeling of it 🧍🏾‍♀️
hmm i somehow feel like they could all be into it ..
shotaro would be surprised to find out he likes it. let’s out a deep, broken moan the first time you do it and ends up really into it. ends up with the filthiest smile on his face during it, looking up at you whilst you’re riding him, eyes glazed over, lips parted. would probably even end up laughing a little during it, he just can’t help himself. something about it is so filthy that it turns him on endlessly and he ends up a little frantic and dizzy.
eunseok knew he liked it before it happened. he loved having his hand around your neck so much that you decided to wrap yours around his to see how he’d react, he melted on the spot. he always knew he likes the pressure on his neck but you were always too submissive for him to think you’d want to choke him, he’d be pleasantly surprised when you do it. it would come from him making you ride him one night without his help because he loves to watch you struggle, would laugh a little when he feels your hand wrap around his throat but would also let out a broken whine. his eyes would grow wide and he’d end up a little teary eyed, overwhelmed by how intense the pleasure would be.
sungchan would fucking love your hand around his throat, he could cum on the spot when you do it. whether you’re riding him or he’s fucking you in missionary, he loves it. finds his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head when you reach up and wrap your hand around his throat when he’s fucking you, hair falling in front of his eyes and his lips parting to let out a broken moan. gets overwhelmed when you lightly dig your nails into his skin to cut off his air, ends up cumming so hard because of it.
wonbin is the one who wraps your hand around his throat. he’s filthy and he’s unashamed. happens whilst you’re riding him, looks up at you and laughs whilst bringing your hand to his neck, watching you with a glint of mischief in his eyes when you squeeze the back of his throat. he’d love every second of it, making sure to squeeze your hips a little tighter and let out louder moans because of it. he genuinely likes it when he struggles to breathe, always gives him the most intense orgasm.
seunghan would be the least into it. he might enjoy it a little but realistically he wants his hand around your throat, he wants to be the one choking you. he can’t help it, he loves having power and control off of you, it’s what gets him off the hardest. he’d most likely let you do it just to make you happy and see you smile a little but it wouldn’t be long before he’s grabbing your hand and pinning it down against the bed.
sohee would be a little unsure about it at first, it wouldn’t be his favourite thing but he wouldn’t mind it. he likes when you do it when he’s close, finds that the slight pressure you put on his neck has his thighs clenching and his eyes shutting. always ends up filling you up with so much cum when it happens.
anton wouldn’t really expect himself to enjoy it but he does, a lot. finds himself obsessed with the way your hand feels wrapped around his throat, especially with how little it is compared to him. he loses it when you do it whilst riding him, ends up moaning a little more than usual with his head tipped back and his eyes glazed over. he likes when you’re a little rough with him, even if he’s in charge, he loves the meaner side of you and he loves the way you act when you bring it out. riding him a little harder, digging your fingers into the skin of his neck, he always loses his mind when it happens.
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