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shadowbriar · 5 days ago

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Diego Hargreeves — If the World was Ending

Pairing : Diego Hargreeves x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 5k Warning : Smut, MDNI! Angst but it ends with fluff. Season 4 references. Synopsis : After the Cleanse, Diego wasn't sure why he was brought back to the original timeline. Notes : Inspired by JP Saxe, Julia Michaels - If the World was Ending. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

Diego wasn’t sure how he suddenly found himself standing in front of the Academy once again. He tried to look around, noticing the panic in the eyes of the passersby and how there were cars crashing by the road. Some of the buildings were ruined, rubbles and debris decorating them. An alarming view that raises his vigilance, especially since he couldn’t find any of his other siblings in sight.

Rushing inside, Diego tries to call for the names of his siblings. He runs around the hallway, calling for anyone in hope that they could regroup and think about what’s going on. Make a new plan to figure out the strange timeline they’re in, but the Academy was eerily quiet. No other soul was present— not even Pogo nor Grace.

He wasn’t sure if this was supposed to happen. If the Cleanse was supposed to kick him back to this timeline or if they’ve succeeded in stopping the Apocalypse at all. The uncertainty was daunting. He desperately needed to see someone, someone familiar who he could take refuge to, but as the only sound echoing through the house was his own, Diego understands that he’s left all alone.

“Think, Diego, Think,” He mutters to himself as he runs back to the living room.

He tries to make sense of the unfamiliar setting. Studying the Academy as he tries to find any piece of clue that would be useful to help ease his anxiety. Spotting some newspaper by the table, Diego ran his desperate hand through his hair and grabbed it. His blood ran even colder as he read the date: April 1, 2019. The day of the Apocalypse.

Just as he tries to compute the new information, an earthquake shakes the ground. It was powerful enough to make the chandelier rattles, threatening to fall from the weak bolts that were loose from the tremble. The books by the cabinets were falling, vases broken and furniture displaced. If this was the start of the Apocalypse, with none of his siblings around, Diego was sure that there would be no way he could escape nor stop it.

And so he runs back to his room, grabbing his car keys that he hasn’t seen for far too long. He’s lived one too many lifetimes coming in and out of foreign timelines. Perhaps it has only been a few days in this one since he was gone, but it certainly wasn’t the case for him. Still, the sight of the item patiently waiting for its master to return brought a short-lived sense of comfort in his heart.

The road was in chaos by the time Diego drove the car out. People were trying to flee the city. Sirens blaring, children crying as their parents try to keep them collected. Diego’s palms were wet. He’s got no idea of what’s happening nor what to do. He doesn’t know how to help, how to save anyone from this terror. For once, Diego felt entirely helpless.

Another quake was felt as he got to the main road. His heart was beating erratically, distracted by thoughts of her safety. Is she home? Is she out drinking? Is she in the living room, chilling and watching television?

It’s been far too long. Perhaps in this timeline it might only have been a year since they last saw each other, but for Diego, it would be an understatement to say that it felt like forever.

He wasn’t even sure why he felt like he needed to see her now. The thought of her hasn’t entered his mind as intensely, given how the task at hand was much more demanding, but she lingers still. In the split moments where he realised that the plan was spoiled or that they would need to figure out a way to escape to another timeline, he would always wonder if there would be a time where he could see her again.

A part of himself was grateful that they ended their relationship before the whole Apocalypse thing started to play. He wouldn’t have the heart nor strength to call it quits with her, knowing that the world was ending and that he couldn’t be with her to share their last moments. He was shamefully grateful that his inability to truly show her what he felt fueled the arguments that ultimately led to their separation. For once, Diego was glad that his flaws have done him more good than harm.

The sky was dark by the time he reached her place. He let out a breath of relief when he spotted her car outside, parked neatly in front of the house that he used to call home. There wasn’t much damage done to this neighbourhood, despite the bins and trees that now litter the road. Her house was in good shape too. Knowing that she’s safe was like a breath of fresh air after being suffocated by such an aggravating situation.

Wasting no other second, Diego runs to her door. He presses the bell a little too impatiently, desperately in need to see her in person.

“I said, I’m coming!” She yells as she opens the door, clearly disturbed by the uninvited guest but all anger evaporates once she recognises the man on the other side of the door “Diego?”

—-

By the third quake, she knew that something wrong was happening. They’ve never had this many earthquakes before, let alone ones that happened one after the other within a short period of time. The worry in her heart starts to bloom as more things in her house fall and shatter, wondering if there’s anything she should do in such a situation.

How long should she wait until someone instructs them to evacuate? Where should she go? What should she do?

Diego would’ve known what to do, she thought. She tried to imagine his reaction, the way his alert eyes would be all wide and the rigidness of his shoulders. He wouldn’t be afraid of what’s to come. He would try and save her, even when she wasn’t sure she needed saving. He would be busy rushing her under the tables while he stood and watched the post.

An involuntary chuckle escaped her lips. Yes, that would be Diego alright. Always too busy trying to save the world without giving himself the chance to register the danger he’s putting himself into.

It wasn’t that she was scared of the earthquakes. No, it was something she could weather through still. But it surely got her thinking about the time she had with him. How, through the many times he saved her, made her realise that she’s gotten a little too attached to the safety net he’s set around her. How he would always put everyone else before him, never one to complain about getting bruised or scratched when it comes to saving someone.

She remembers that one night clearly, when they went drinking and stumbled in the house. How she landed on top of him without making it past the kitchen, giggling like they were on the clouds of nine. She would always remember the gentle touch he would always reserved for her, the way his frown turns into a smile every time their eyes met, and how he would bring the warmest laughter to the house.

But such bliss was short-lived once she realised Diego wasn’t ready for forever. There’s still so many things he needed to do, so many people he needed to prove, that the words she showered him with felt like a passing buzz with no lasting meaning. She knew that it wasn’t his fault. Diego has got too many scars and wounds to heal before she could ever place the weight of guilt on his shoulders, but she too couldn’t wait forever. Perhaps forever isn’t for everyone, afterall.

When the eighth earthquake happened, she gave it a good twenty minutes before finally coming out of the kitchen table. The television was broken, plates and mugs smashed on the floor, and her carpet is now stained with wine that she was supposed to enjoy. The house was a real mess but given the harrowing nightmare, coming out without a single scratch is something she could feel triumphant of.

She lets out a sigh. The phone lines were down, no internet through her cells. It was practically impossible for her to get any information about her friends and family, about Diego if she wanted to drop a text and ask if he’s alright, unless she got out of the house and drove herself down to the gym. That is, if he still lives in the gym. But with everything that’s happened, how they haven’t talked ever since the split, and the chaos the road must’ve been in right now, she figures to just wait and perhaps send him a voice message in the morning.

Her train of thoughts were abruptly broken when someone rang her bell. They were pressing without a pause, making an everlasting ring that only amplifies the headache in her head.

“I said, I’m coming!” She yells as she opens the door, clearly disturbed by the uninvited guest but all anger evaporates once she recognises the man on the other side of the door “Diego?”

Diego blinked. He too was appalled the moment his eyes met hers. Looking surprised to find her there as if he didn’t drive himself in a disastrous traffic for hours down to her house, “I— Are you— I was just—”

Neither of the two have the words to express their emotions right now. Relieved, yet baffled. Supposed, given the calamity, it would make sense for them to try and see each other. But how was he supposed to explain that the world was ending? And what was she supposed to say when she was just thinking about him?

“Are you alright?” Diego asked.

“Yeah,” She nods, taking a step closer to him “Are you?”

Diego flashes a smile, “I— I meant to come earlier, but the traffic—And there were so many car crash— And the trees—”

“You drove here? Why?”

“I wanted to see you,” He confessed, a long sigh escaping his chest “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Without a thought, she pulled him for a tight embrace. She clung onto his neck, burying her nose to the crook of his neck as she stood on her tippy toes. He smelled different. Perhaps he’s changed his cologne, no longer wearing the one she gifted him a couple of years back, but she wasn’t in any place to complain right now. Having him by her side, having the warmth of his body pressed to hers once again, was more than she could ever ask for.

Diego was frozen when she first hugged him. It took a couple of seconds for his brain to register that it was real, that it wasn’t just some cruel mindgame his brain was tricking him into. He rests his hands on her waist, slightly lifting her so she wouldn’t be so sore from the tippy toes cause he wasn’t about to let go anytime soon.

“I’ve missed you,” She whispers.

“I’m sorry.”

She pulls away a little, standing on her feet as she tries to study his face. There were a few new scars that she’s unfamiliar with. The moustache was something new and the way he styled his hair was different. It feels as if she’s staring into a different Diego than the one she knew before.

“What a year, huh?” She says, tracing one of the new scars that was on his left cheek “Still couldn’t keep yourself out of trouble, I assume?”

Diego flashes a small smile, looking slightly embarrassed from the commentary.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just really tired,” He answers truthfully, feeling the ache in his bones slowly settling in “Do you think I can lay down for a minute?”

She nods, the concern in her eyes magnified, “Of course.”

And so she led him into her bedroom. The one place where they once called ours. Diego lays gently on the bed as she busies herself with cleaning up the mess that was scattered around. The quake wasn’t giving her any kindness, especially now that she’s got a guest to crash.

“I’ll go and make you some tea.”

“No,” Diego says fast, taking her hand before she could leave the room “Could you just lay down with me? Please?”

“I don’t think that would be a great idea, Diego.”

“Please? I promise you won’t regret it.”

She hesitated, knowing granting his wish might mean a different thing for the both of them, but seeing how desperate he looks, the way his eyes were filled with plea and the fragility of his voice, she couldn’t help but to nod and give in.

Diego scooted to make room for her on his right side. He places his arm under her head, pulling her close as he tries to be a comfortable makeshift pillow. Her right hand instinctively found itself resting on his chest. There was a sense of contentment filling his heart. Like the missing puzzle piece he wasn’t aware he’s lost was finally found. He plays with the strands of her hair, listening to the steady sound of her breathing.

“If the world was ending, you’d come over, right?”

Her brows furrow, looking up to face Diego that looks as if he’s got a million questions running in his head, “What are you talking about?”

“If you knew that the world was ending, you’d come over and stay the night, wouldn’t you?”

“Don’t say such things, we just had eight earthquakes, Diego.” She answers, trying to dismiss his questions “The world isn’t ending.”

“But if it was, would you?” He persists “Would you love me for the hell of it?”

She propped herself on her elbow now, looking closer into him. Diego still looks conflicted. He looks as if he’s holding a secret, something so terrible that he couldn’t even let it escape his lips even if he wanted to. His eyes were radiating despair, lips tucked into a droopy smile. She’s never seen him looking this strained, but she knew that he was trying to save her once again, from whatever it is she might never know, but she was surely glad he’s here to be her knight.

Answering his question, she places a soft kiss on his lips, “The sky could fall upon us and I’d be holding you tight, Diego.”

All hell broke loose the moment those words escaped her lips. Diego was quick to turn her on her back, now pinning her down as he kissed her desperately. He sneaks a hand under her shirt. The warmth of his palm was startling, making her gasp between the kisses. His hand rests just below the clasp of her bra. A tease for the poor unexpecting woman.

But she wasn’t one to be a passive rival for such a game. Her legs found themselves encircling his waist, in her own way trapping the man in her grasp. Her fingers tugged on the strands of his hair. Satisfied moans escaping his lips. The taste of ecstasy was brewing in their stomach.

“Wait, Diego—,” She called, panting as she tried to pull away “We need to talk.”

Diego stopped his doings, looking into her with confusion and alarm, “Okay.”

“I just— I need to know that it will be different this time. I need to know that you want what I want. I need to know that you’re ready to settle with me. Forever, not just for a month or two,” She explains “Otherwise, we’ll only repeat the same mistake.”

It stings to hear her call their past a mistake, but Diego understands where she’s coming from. He’s ready for her. All the fights and running, trying to save the world from one timeline to another, made him realise that he’ll never be more ready to be with her than now, but to promise her forever? When he wasn’t even sure if there would even be a tomorrow? Would the remaining hours of April 1, 2019 be enough to be called forever?

Gently, Diego removes the hand that was under her shirt and cups her face instead. He smiles softly, staring into her with the most loving eyes she’s ever seen, “After everything I’ve been through, settling in with you feels like a pass to heaven.”

Her grin grows once more. This time pushing Diego down to the bed, flipping their position until she’s sitting on his waist. She kisses him once again, only parting their lips as she pulls his black jumper off of him. Her fingers wander around his chest. Multiple new bumps and scars were raising her brows that she had to sit up and take a proper look at his body.

“Are those.. Bullet wounds?” She asks as she spots the scar on his arm “What happened to you?”

“Long story. Tell you another time,” He says in a hurry, sitting up and kissing her neck “There’s so much talking in this, my balls are getting blue down there.”

She lets out a chuckle, “Always so impatient.”

“Only for you, babe,” Diego answers fast “Only for you.”

It took no time for Diego’s lips to travel back to her's from her neck. His kisses were getting more vigorous, more desperate as the pants he’s wearing feel much tighter. The movement of her hips on top of him wasn’t doing him much good. He was slowly turning blue, indeed.

With no difficulties, Diego slides her shirt over her head. He kisses the exposed skin of her shoulder, leaving a wet trail of love as he explores the skin he’s been deprived of. The smell of her skin was intoxicating. It gives him a great swell of pride as her sultry moans echo in his ear. He still knows his ways with her sweet spots, afterall.

Still with his lips busy on her skin, Diego’s hand swiftly unclasped her bra. The sudden exposure of her breasts were making her timid, instinctively trying to cover herself with her hands, but Diego knew her a little too well, proving her attempt to be futile as he led her hands to rest around his neck instead as his lips moved south. Loud gasp escaped her lips as Diego’s mouth found itself sucking on her throbbing bud. Her hands pulled his head closer in reflex, making Diego to mentally bite a smirk.

“I’ve missed you,” He says, looking up to see her in between her tits “All of you.”

She pulls his face closer, kissing him. Diego took this chance to switch their position, laying her gently on the bed without breaking their contact. Their bare chests were pressed against each other. Only separated by the thin layer of sweat that was forming on their skin.

Diego tugged harshly on the seam of her shorts. There’s just too many barriers, too much fabric that came between them. He grunted in annoyance when his fingers failed to undo her button without breaking the kiss. Diego pulled away curtly, frowning as he looked down to her shorts and unbuttoning it in a disapproving manner.

“Don’t ever wear those shorts again,” He grumbles, chucking the piece of garment carelessly.

“I like those shorts.”

“Well, I don’t,” He retorts “We’re throwing them out first thing in the morning.”

She chuckles at his frivolous whine, watching as he shimmied her underwear down, “You’re pathetic.”

“Pathetic, huh?”

Diego’s calloused thumb runs through her fold without a warning, making her squeeze her thighs from the sudden jolt of arousal. A cheeky grin spreads on his face, satisfied with the shriek she lets out. His other hand now rests on her thigh, giving the most gentle form of encouragement for her to widen his opening.

Her eyes were locked on his as her leg follows his lead. The smile on Diego’s face returns, looking a little too satisfied with her obedience, “Good girl.”

She burrowed the back of her head into the pillows once his fingers found its way back to her heated mound. Her hands desperately gripped on the sheets, trying to suppress her moans as his movement turned rudely.

Diego watches with pride the way her back arched with each circular motion he does to her sensitive area. His mouth went back to her tit, sucking on the other breast that he’s yet to taste. His other arm slides under her back, pressing her chest to his mouth as if there were still space for them to eliminate.

Feeling his fingers to get slicker, Diego gave her clit a crude squeeze before aligning his fingers to her folds. The sudden intrusion left her gasping, her fingers unintendedly scratching on his arm from the tension.

“Shh, it’s just me,” He whispers, now kissing his way up from her chest, to her jaws, and ultimately her lips “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” She breathes, pulling him close by his shoulder blades “Just kiss me while you do it.”

Not having to be told twice, Diego wasted no time and kissed her. He repositioned himself, having his passive forearm as support as his other hand busied itself with her. Her moans were uncontainable as his fingers reached the deeper, warmer depth of her. He increased the pace of his thrusts, curling his fingers as he felt her walls tightening. The knot in her stomach was threatening to burst. It was clear to see with the way her head fell back in bliss with each strike, but Diego was in no mood to stop. He wanted her to reach that extent of pleasure.

Her fingers clawed on his back as she reached her peak, leaving moon shaped marks on his skin. Diego groans from the slight sting but pays not much mind to it. He loves a little scratch from a good sex, a little bruise to look at in the morning that he wears like a badge of honour.

There wasn’t even a split second for her to breath before Diego’s lips travelled back down. He moves further south, locking eyes with her as his lips slowly find themselves in front of her folds. His hot breath was making her shy once again, almost closing her legs in reflex before he could pin them with his arms.

Diego clicks his tongue in disapproval, “Let’s not play any more games, shall we?”

Not waiting for an answer, Diego lifted her legs and rested them on his shoulders. With no warning, he runs his hot tongue across her fold, making her moan in undeniable pleasure. His moustache was giving a burning feeling in her inner thigh but before it could settle, Diego would erase it with his wet tongue.

The hot and wet sensation was driving her to cloud nine. With each swirl of tongue and cruel sucking that Diego does, she could feel herself losing the last strands of sanity. Her grip on the sheets have now moved to his head, tugging a little mean to the roots of his hair. Involuntarily pressing him a little closer every time he hits that one sweet spot.

Those throaty moans have slowly turned into needy, piteous whimpers. Clearly overstimulated from all the torture Diego was putting her through. His hands were pinning her hip in place. Not letting her buck away from his brutal assault. With a sinful moan, she finally came for the second time.

She tries to sit up, gathering the few will power she has left in her body to reach Diego’s waistband, “My turn.”

“No,” He says, pushing her hands away gently as he kisses her in apology “I’m literally two seconds away from bursting. You can pleasure me another time.”

“Are you sure?”

“No,” Diego frowns “But I’m not taking risks. I want you.”

“Well, let me at least help you get out of these pants.”

Diego watches as her dainty fingers unbuckle his belt, slowly undoing his pants and pushing it down his legs. He swallows a low groan as her hand palms his shaft. He pulls her for another kiss, passionately devouring her lips and tasting every corner of her mouth. He leads her back to lay on the bed, positioning himself on top of her as he leans on his forearms for support. He guides himself to her entrance, fingers dancing around the area to help redistribute enough slick before he slowly inserts himself.

Her claws find themselves back to his back, creating new scratches the moment she feels his length enters in a slow and controlled ease. Diego was grunting from the blissful restrain. A low sinful prayer escaped his lips. The warmth of her walls were drowning him, feeling as if they were swallowing him whole.

“You okay?” He asked, ever the gentleman.

She nods, eyes closed and mouth quivering in bliss.

Diego started his movement at a steady pace, letting her body adjust to the size of him that has been absent for a little too long. He kept the speed for a good few minutes before hastening his movement in a steadfast thrust.

“Fuck, Diego,” She breathes, biting on his shoulder from the overwhelming sensation.

There were no words that Diego could utter. Too busy trying to find the best angle where he could reach the desired depth. His thrusts were getting more vigorous with each retreat and return of his length within her, finding her moans to be the very fuel to boost his movements.

Deep, hearty grunts were all he could make now. Diego places his hands under her head, using his fingers as cushion so that the crown of her head won’t hit the headboard with each ferocious thrust. He nips on her neck, kissing and licking the spot before the pain could sink. Neither of them cared which of the sounds were louder— their moans or the creak of the bed.

“Diego—”

“I know,” He cuts, feeling the walls around him contracting “I’m right behind you.”

She pulls him for a kiss. Her hand guides one of his to rest on her neck, encircling his fingers around. Diego pulls himself away, watching as she closes her eyes when he squeezes her neck a little.

“Always so beautiful for me,” He praises between his pants, diving right back to kiss her “Mine. All mine.”

With one last thrust, Diego struck her core with all the pressure it needed to implode. He followed right after, just as he promised. The kisses he gives her slowly turn into soft and gentle ones as they begin to wane from their highs. His body tenderly loitered on top of hers, careful not to put too much weight that might suffocate her.

She runs her hand through his hair. Gently combing through it with her fingers. She kisses his forehead softly, brushing her thumb over the scar on his right side before planting a kiss there too. Diego always looked most charming laying on top of her like this.

“Did I do good? Was that enough to repent for my past sins?”

A crips chuckle escaped her lips, “For now, yes.”

“Great,” He says as he repositions himself, now laying on his side to face her “Now we can forget the past and focus on the future.”

She smiles, gazing into the beautiful man in front of her before giving him a sweet kiss. Something has changed in him. Something that made him look a lot more reliable. Like the past year they’ve spent without each other has finally knocked some sense into his head. Perhaps he really did go through something that changed him for the better. Perhaps the bullet wounds on his arm hold a bigger story than just another vigilante act he pulled. Perhaps the world really needed to end for him to finally understand how some people in our lives matter more than most, even if we felt like we needed to prove something to everyone.

Diego pulls her close to his chest, letting her hear the beating of his heart that has now gone to a steady pace. The clock by the bedside table haunts him. A couple more hours until the day ends and he’s still unsure if the Apocalypse was still happening. But even if the world was to end in their sleep, even if she was to be stripped away from his arms, at least he’s tried to show her just how much he loves her.

Even if it was done in borrowed time.

—-

Diego’s eyes flutter open. The brightness of the sun was hurting his eyes but he’d rather go blind than to move a muscle. The blinds of her bedroom were broken, making the light from outside reflect harshly on his face.

He looks down to see her still fast asleep on his chest. The events of last night play blissfully in his mind, recollecting their joyous reunion with a satisfied smile. He plants a soft kiss on the crown of her head, silently confessing his vow that he’d never leave her again, Apocalypse or not.

And that’s when he realises it. The day has come. It is officially April 2, 2019. The Apocalypse should’ve happened yesterday, yet it didn’t. There were only earthquakes that indeed have caused quite the damage but far too weak to be called the Apocalypse.

Eight earthquakes, she said. Perhaps the quakes were the signs of him and his siblings finding their own timelines. He only felt six quakes, maybe because he was the second to land on his timeline. If that was the case, then they’ve not only successfully stopped the Apocalypse from happening, but have also gotten the chance to rebuild their life, wherever they might be now.

She stirs a little as her slumber finally comes to an end. She looks up to see Diego with a smile, stealing a peck from him like a drunken woman, “Good morning.”

“Buenos días, mi amor.”

“Are you feeling better?”

“Much,” He answers, kissing her lips once again “All thanks to you.”

She smiles, basking in the love that he’s showering her with.

“Everything is going to change from now on,” He whispers to her softly, pulling her closer “It’s only gonna get better, I promise.”

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jhopezwrld · 1 year ago

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eggcompany · 7 months ago

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Diego's a Mommy's Boy Part 3

“Um… Dora?” Diego said as he walked up to her as she folded laundry. He hugged her from behind. She knew it was because he didn’t want her to see his face.

“Yeah baby, what’d you need?” She said and kept folding. He let his hands clasp in front of her stomach and let his chin rest on her shoulder.

“Can…. Can we do… it… Thursday. You have the day off…” Diego said quietly, like a secret. He squeezed her a little bit and she put down the shirt she folded and squeezed his hands and patted them.

“Sure sweetie! Do you want me to help you with prep or do you want to do that by yourself?” She asked. She wanted to make sure he knew that it was a good thing to ask and that it was okay to want this.

“…by myself…” He mumbled and let go of her. He turned to leave but she caught him by the elbow and spun him around to face her.

“Okay well that's the day after tomorrow so I’ll get everything tomorrow. Thank you for telling me.” Eudora said and kissed his forehead. Diego smiled and nodded. There was a low spark in his gut, he was so excited and nervous.

Eudora did as she told him and bought the remaining supplies needed for this adventure the next day.

“Mommyyyy it feels weir-weird! I don’t think I can-can do this… will you help m-m-me please? I kn-kn-ow know it’s icky and all so if you don’t want to you don’t have t-to…” Diego mumbled from the bathroom.

He was attempting to use the small enema Eudora had bought but it felt so strange. The water was cold and he didn’t know how far he needed to put it in and he needed to hold it at a weird angle and he was just having trouble.

Eudora smiled and walked to the unlocked bathroom. She had been double checking everything, everything was cleaned and sanitized and everything was where it should be.

Diego was sitting on the toilet holding the enema below his ass and looked so pitiful sitting in just his thick cotton socks and his black sweater. He pouted and looked so frustrated and embarrassed. Eudora thought it was the cutest thing she’d seen in a while. She went over to him and pulled his arm up and kissed his forehead.

“It’s okay baby. I’m sure it can be hard all by yourself. I don’t mind at all. How about you stand up and grab the back of the toilet. Good boy. Good job.” Eudora said and took the small bottle from Diego as he stood and turned around. Diego’s arms shook a bit.

Eudora ran her hand down his hip a few times when she saw how tense he was. Diego breathed deeply a few times and slowly relaxed.

“Good boy. Relax Diego. Big breath in, and out.” Eudora said and when Diego let the air out she slowly pressed the thin white end all the inside until the tip was fully inside. Diego whined and wiggled his hips back and forth a little bit but Eudora grabbed his hip.

“Still. I’m gonna fill you and when I pull this out you keep it inside. Do not let it out until I tell you. Understand?” Eudora says and got a grip on the small bottle. Diego hummed but Eudora pinched his hip which caused him to yelp but nod and answer.

“I understand mommy.” Diego says and groans as the chilly liquid floods his insides. It felt strange and loose and he really doesn’t like it. He whimpered and sniffled and groaned.

“I don’t like this! It’s cold and it feels… gross.” Diego whined and Eudora shushed him and slowly pulled the tip out.

“Hold. It. In. I know it doesn’t feel too good but keep it in. I’m going to go finish what I was doing and you don’t let a single drop out. Be good.” Eudora said and watched Diego clench right after the tip finally slipped out. He whined but nodded.

“Okay, I’ll do my best.” Diego said and smiled fakely. Eudora kissed his face and ruffled his hair. His skin was hot and she felt the tension radiating off of him.

“Perfect. Perfect boy. Just hold on for a few minutes.” Eudora said and kissed him again and left the bathroom. She didn’t shut the door because Diego needed to know he was being watched, he was being looked after even alone.

Eudora finished putting the bedding folded to the side. There was only a sheet and a few pillows left on the bed, they had read that if the one receiving could be propped up on pillows it would help. She walked back into the bathroom and Diego looked at her hopefully but she shook her head.

She thought he might just break out in tears, his face was red with effort and his back end was tense. She quickly grabbed a towel and laid it out in the middle of the bed. No need to lay in cum and whatever might spill.

She stood there for a moment just to make Diego suffer just a little bit more.

“Okay sweetheart keep it in and sit down and then relax. Don’t spill any on the floor.” Eudora instructed him as she pulled the door shut. Diego quickly moved. After a moment she heard him whining and flushed the toilet. He opened the door and pouted, his legs shook slightly and he was moving back and forth shifting his thighs and ass.

“Do I really have to do that again? Isn’t once enough?” He pleaded. He really didn’t like it but… it wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t intolerable. He just really didn’t want to do it again.

Eudora came over and grabbed his chin between her thumb and pointer finger gently lifting his head.

“I’ll do it for you and I’ll use nice warm water. Don’t you just wanna get it over with so I can eat out that cute little ass. After this I can get my mouth on you.” She says and stares into his eyes. He lets out a shaky breath and nods. He steps back to get in the same position.

“Thank you, mommy…” He mumbled quietly. Eudora hummed and smiled when she noticed his cock growing heavy. She took the now used enema and tossed away the now dirtied tip and grabbed the clean new one from the box. She turned the tap on and waited for the water to grow warm but not hot. She filled the bottle up and screwed on the new tip.

“Diego, baby, you’re doing so well. This one is going to go halfway and then you let it out and do the other half. You don’t need to hold it in very long. Do you want me to stay in here or close the door?” Eudora asked and used her hand to spread his cheeks again. Diego tensed and then relaxed.

“You can stay… Please don’t watch.” Diego says and Eudora slips the tip back in. It was much easier this time. She gave it a short squeeze and then pulled it out. Diego thought it felt kind of… not bad. Not good , but not bad.

He stood still for a few moments before Eudora patted his back.

“Go ahead and let it out.” The submissive quickly moved and looked down, blushing fire red. Eudora refilled the small bottle with more water. There was a short splashing noise and then Diego wiped and flushed.

“Mommy… um… Can I ask you something?” Diego said nervously as he cupped himself where he stood. Eudora cocked her head and looked at him.

“Yeah baby, always. What’s wrong?” She says and keeps her distance. Diego just keeps his eyes down as he speaks.

“I… don’t think I want you to… to put your mouth there. I just want your fingers and and my toy. I’m sorry Mommy.” Diego says nervously. She had just done all this work so she could eat him out but he feels… he doesn’t want it. He feels like he’s still dirty and gross even after the long shower and the washing out.

Later he realized he didn’t feel dirty because of anything actually dirty but because of the hair around his hole.

Eudora steps forward and kisses him. She lets her hands lay on his hips for a moment before slipping them down to grab his ass. He gasped and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He let out deep little moans as she ran her hands up under his shirt. She lifted it up as she ran her hands up his back.

This was the start. The peeling away of his last safety layer.

They pull away and Eudora pants while Diego just looks at her with unfocused eyes. She quickly flicks the shirt up off of his body and he lets his arms wrap around her under her arms. He pressed his own nudity against her.

She was clad in a lacey see through bralette and a pair of nice matching black lace panties. He groaned and pushed his chest up against hers. He always liked the feeling of lace rubbing on his chest or on his cock, plus in his foggy dumb little brain

Eudoras boobs were the best things ever in the whole world. The way the soft skin moved and the way her nipples hardened when he rubs on them.

“Hey~ Diego~ Earth to baby~” Eudora said and lifted up his chin where he had been staring down at where their chests met as he pulled back and squished her breasts back up. He looked at her and nodded. He was ready.

Eudora grabbed his hand and walked him to the bed.

“Do you want to get your collar or do you just want to be my baby without it?” Eudora asks quietly as she stepped into the strap on. Diego shook his head and got on his hands and knees on the bed. Eudora situated the straps and knelt behind him.

“You look beautiful like this. Really beautiful but…” Eudora said and pulled on Diego’s elbows so he fell onto his forearms. He was face down, ass up now. He whined and thought about how embarrassing it was. He was out on display, his cock hung heavy between his thighs, his hole was just out and open and still kinda wet…

Eudora bent down and kissed his right cheek and then bit it. Diego jumped and whined as Eudora licked the spot.

“Even better. So perfect. You look perfect. Now this may be cold but it’ll warm up.” Eudora said and popped open the cap on the small bottle of lube. She slicked two of her fingers and ran her pointer around his hole. She had done this a few times now while giving him reach arounds or blowjobs.

He hummed in pleasure and relaxed, easily letting the finger sink into him. Diego clenched a little bit but relaxed again as Eudora started to thrust her finger in and out.

“Gotta get you all slick, you’re so hot inside. Look at your little prick, it’s already dripping! Dirty boy.” She said and slipped in the second finger. Diego moaned and sighed and stayed relaxed. His cock was hard and red and oozing a steady little stream of precum dripping down connecting his tip to the towel under his hips.

When Eudora bent her fingers and tapped slightly on the spot Diego moaned loudly and pushed his hips back and clunked his forehead down between his clenched fists.

“Momm-mommy… ah ah mommy that’s my sp-spot!” Diego cried out and Eudora pulled her fingers out. She opened the lube bottle again and let a few drops fall right onto his hole. Diego tensed and whined.

“I know that’s your spot. Look at your prick, all drippy and wet. Are you gonna cum from just me pushing this inside? Huh when I fill you up?” Eudora says and sits up and rubs the tip of the dildo around his entrance, fueling his moaning. He rubs back onto it and tries to push himself back on it. Eudora grabs his hip with one hand and taps his hole with the soft silicone for a moment.

“Please mommy! Please, please, please, please I’m gonna cum!” Diego cries out and yells out loudly as Eudora pushes through the slick rings of muscle. Diego trembled and tensed up he let out loud ‘ Ah ah ah ’ s. Eudora pulled back but Diego quickly tried to grab behind him and grab her.

“No! No more! I can’t again…” He whimpers. His entire body shook and his back heaved with deep struggled breaths.

Eudora instantly held still and tried to figure out what was wrong. Did it snag a hair? Did it hurt? Not enough lube?

All the questions she answers ended when Diego slowly pulled himself off the toy and flumped onto his side. His thighs still trembled. His eyes were fogged and dazed and he was sweating. Eudora looked at him to see if he was hurt but…

“Aw~ Baby boy, did you cum? You really cam… I didn’t think you’d actually be able to cum just from… the back. Wow… okay, okay, okay breathe easy and let me just clean up a little.” Eudora said. Diego’s cock was slowly softening and his spend was covering the towel.

Diego didn’t answer, he just laid there and closed his eyes.

Eudora was in awe as she folded the towel and put it on the floor and took off the strap on. She unfolded their blanket and pulled it up over the man. She laid down and pulled the pillows that hadn’t even had the chance to get used up to the head of the bed. She reclined against them and pulled the dazed man up to straddle her and lay against her chest. She gently rubbed his back up and down.

An hour later Diego perks up from where he was sleeping on his side of the bed. He was wrapped up in the blanket still naked. He sat up and winced. His ass hurt . He stood up and found a pair of his sweatpants. He walked out to see Eudora looking at something on her laptop. She stood up and came over to him once she noticed him.

“Hey there’s my little porcupine. How do you feel? Come sit down, let me get you a drink.” Eudora says and cradles his face in her hands. Diego nods and yawns as he goes to sit down on the couch. He sits down and winces again and ends up leaning against the arm of the seat.

Eudora returns with a glass of water and sits down next to him on the couch. She sat down and rubbed his feet while he took a bid drink.

“My ass hurts kinda… sorry I kinda ruined the fun…” He said quietly and flashed his eyes up to her.

“You didn’t ruin anything. That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Now for your bottom, how about you go get a nice long hot bath and that should help. Did you have fun, though?” Eudora said and Diego fidgeted a bit before answering.

“I had fun… I feel kinda…” Diego said and trialed off and put his hand on his lower stomach. Eudora thought she might know what he was wanting.

“Kind of what, baby?” Eudora prompted him to finish. Diego drank the rest of his water and handed it to his girlfriend.

“Empty. Can you… Will you put my plug inside? Just for my bath. I can take it out after by myself.” Diego said and blushed again. Eudora smiled and got up.

She put the glass in the sink and walked to the bedroom. She came back with the bottle of slick and the small plug. Diego took a deep breath and tried to calm the fire that was starting in his belly. He felt excited, very excited.

“Hands and knees, only for a second. While you sit in the bath I’m gonna make a snack run so we can just relax and watch a movie after dinner. Want me to get you some M&Ms?” She said as Diego rolled over and up onto his knees, holding onto the armrest.

“Yes please… and some Twizzlers please.” Diego said and Eudora hummed a yes and pulled down the sweatpants. She spread him open with one hand and rubbed a bit of slick around the outside of his hole and then pressed the cold plug up to his hole. He jumped and clenched up.

“ Cold! ” He whimpered and she kissed his lower back.

“Sorry baby. Remind me next time to warm it up. Now relax and it’ll only be cold for a little bit.” Eudora said in a pity laced voice. Diego sighed and relaxed his hole and let the metal slip into him.

His breath caught in his throat and he tensed as Eudora pulled his pants back up. She patted his butt and stood up to find her shoes. She was just going to the convenience store so the sweat pants and old ratty T-shirt were fine. Diego moved to stand and stumbled.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” She said and came to his side. His hands were shaking slightly.

“Feels… heavy. Nice. It feels nice.” he stuttered out and his eyes flashed up and then he breathed out. He stands up and walks awkwardly to the bathroom.

Oh yeah… Eudora is definitely going to have to explore more about this new side of her baby...

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hihomeghere · 9 months ago

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Insomniac

Word Count : 1.8k Summary : Five has trouble sleeping and when he does sleep it's anything but peaceful. After a nightmare he craves your touch to remind him you're okay. Warnings/Tags : Talk of nightmares, insomnia, smut, piv, cursing, allusions to violence, use of y/n, Aged up!Five

Happy Valentine’s Day <3

Whether or not Five wanted to admit it he was an insomniac. Blame it on his heightened survival instincts from the apocalypse, or the commission. Whenever it was time to relax and go to sleep, Five felt more wired than ever. Which led to you normally finding him in the strangest positions when he finally crashed. Whether that be hunched over the kitchen table, cold coffee in a mug next to him. Sometimes you’d find him slouched in a chair, a blanket draped over him by one of his brothers. Your favorite was when you’d be watching a movie together, his eyes slowly closing, he’d mumble something along the lines of, ‘just resting his eyes for a second’ before he’d be snoring on your shoulder. A sure sign that he was still an old man in a young man’s body.

It’s not like he didn’t try to sleep. Every night you’d both climb into bed, you’d lay your head on his chest, the soft beat of his heart lulling you to sleep. He’d lay awake, his mind constantly churning. He’d gotten so desperate at one point he’d tried to follow the meditation video Klaus had lent him. Although listening to some lady stoned out of her mind telling him to breathe deep only agitated him further.

On the nights where Five did fall asleep it was anything but peaceful.

Five screamed, waking you up as you all but jumped out of your skin. Five sat up in bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breathing erratic. You sat up, the sheet pooling around your waist.

“Five?” You whispered your hand lightly grazing his back. He jumped, turning to you like a cornered animal. His lips pulled back in a snarl, wide eyes glaring at you. “Hey,” You pulled back watching the gears turn behind his eyes, guilt washing over him as he realized you weren’t a threat. “Hey it’s ok, you’re ok.” He leaned forward resting his head on your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him. His heart was beating like a small animal against your chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He mumbled, his head resting in the crook of your neck. Hot tears wetting your collarbone.

“It’s ok, it’s ok.” You soothed, your hand traveling up to his head. You ran your fingers through hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He let out a shuddering breath, loosening his grip around your waist. “Do you want some tea?” You asked, you had been trying to help him kick his coffee addiction.

“Coffee.” He mumbled, sighing into your neck.

“Ok, let’s get some coffee.” You said peeling the sheets off the two of you. He sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. You grabbed your robe off the floor, wrapping it around your body. Five stood by your bedroom door, bleary eyed. You took his hand leading him down the stairs to the kitchen. You looked at the clock as you passed the oven, 2:35. You internally sighed slipping your hand out of Five’s grasp. He pulled out a chair, grimacing as it scraped across the tile floor. You walked over to your new Keurig, Five’s birthday present. You popped one of the pods in before shutting the lid. You walked over to the kitchen cupboards, pulling out a mug and setting it in the Keurig. The smell of coffee filled the air as Five got up from his seat. He walked up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. His arms wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, reaching up to wrap your hand around his neck. You had both been trying to be more open about your pasts. Which meant having these uncomfortable conversations.

“Just-” He sighed, “Just stay with me for a minute, dearest.” You nodded slightly swaying as you both stood in the kitchen. Five loosened his grip around your waist, reaching past you to pick up his coffee cup. You leaned against the counter, pulling your robe closer around your body. He held the mug in one of his hands, leaning his head back against the cupboard cabinet. He let out a sigh before taking a sip of his coffee. “You’re staring.” He mused, turning to look at you.

“I’m just-” You sighed, shrugging your shoulders, “I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be.” He said with a tight lipped smile. You raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms.

“I know you better than that.” You said a small smile pulling at your lips as you shook your head.

“Then you know what it was about.” He huffed, bringing the mug to his lips.

“A or c?” You asked, looking down at your feet. You had invented a code between the two of you, A for apocalypse and C for commission. While you couldn’t relate to being stuck in a post apocalyptic world, you were all too familiar with the inner workings of the commission. The killings you both carried out plagued your dreams as well. Your hands had been stained long ago.

“C.” He answered. The commission. Well that narrowed it down.

“Real or not real?” He hesitated, sneaking a glimpse toward you before raising his gaze toward the ceiling.

“Not real.” He said before clearing his throat. You walked over to him, laying your hands on his cheek. He avoided your gaze keeping his eyes lo

“Was it about me?” You asked, pushing his head slightly with your hand to get him to look at you.

“Yeah.” He said clenching his jaw, his eyes darted away from yours. You waited for a moment, to see if he would say anything more.

“I’m right here.” You whispered after a moment had passed, “I’m right here and I’m ok.”

“I know,” He leaned forward his lips finding your neck, he breathed in your sweet scent. The tiniest hint of sweat from the night. His hands found your hips, pulling you against him.

“I need you.” He breathed against your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses.

“You have me.” You sighed, leaning your head back offering him your neck.

The world spun and the temperature dropped as Five blinked you both back to your room. It took a second to get your bearings before your knees hit the bed. You allowed Five to lay you down, his long fingers curling under the waistband of your pajama pants. He pulled them off, while you pulled your shirt over your head.

“So gorgeous.” He murmured, kissing up your stomach. You sighed contently, melting under his touch. He pulled away briefly, pulling his shirt off and stepped out of his pajama bottoms. Leaving both of you in your underwear. He lifted your hips up off the bed, his fingers curling into the waistband on your panties as he pulled them off. Your body buzzed with anticipation as you watched him take off his boxers. He climbed forward onto the bed, slotting himself between your legs. You grabbed the back of his neck pulling him forward into a kiss as the head of his cock found your entrance. Tasting the bitter coffee on his tongue as slipped inside with the familiar ease of a lover. You gasped into his mouth, feeling every inch of him as he pressed inside you.

“There you are.” He sighed against your lips, his own curling into an easy smile.

“Five-“ You moaned, gripping his shoulders as he slowly started thrusting inside you. He never left your cunt, hips rolling against yours. Your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him as close as possible. Your moans and the sweet sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. You looked up at Five, his eyes bore into yours. You felt a bit shy under his gaze, your eyes darting away.

He stilled, laying his forearms beside your head as leant over you. He covered your body with his own, his hand turning your head so you would look at him.

“Let me see you.” He said softly, nosing against your cheek.

It was moments like this that made you feel like a normal person. Moments when it was just the two of you in the world, two becoming one. He reached down, grabbing your thigh, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh. “You feel so good.” He mumbled, pumping in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. He was taking his time with you tonight, that much was clear.

Your heels dug into his butt, trying to pull him closer to you. He let out a small laugh, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. He slowed, his hips creating a low drag into your cunt with every thrust. His pubic hair rubbing against your clit in a delicious way that had you clenching around him. A low whine pulling its way out of your throat, as he propped himself up.

“You like that doll?” He whispered, his cock rubbed at your walls in deliberate strokes.

“Mmhm.” You nodded tears springing to your eyes as you bit your lip. Your body craved more, more stimulation, more Five. “Please.” You whined, your hands digging into his shoulders, leaving small crescent shapes in their wake.

“Please what?” He asked tilting his head as he leaned down, nipping and sucking at your neck.

“More, I need more please.” You said bucking your hips up to gain and friction.

“As you wish.” He said, his breath fanning across your neck as he snapped his hips into yours. You moaned, your eyes rolling back into your head as he set an excruciating pace. He sat back on his heels, pulling you down the bed with him. He slammed into you, leaving you a moaning mess under him. You grabbed his thighs, nails dragging down his pale legs. Your body buzzed as you neared your high, breasts bouncing as he drove into again and again.

He watched you, picking up subtle signs your orgasm was approaching. Your toes curled as he reached between your bodies, rubbing deliberate circles on your clit.

That was enough to send you over the edge, you spasmed around him, your nails digging into his thighs as you cried out. Tears slipping down your cheeks.

“That’s it.” He smirked, breathing hard. He was getting sloppy as he neared his peak. You continued to ride out your orgasm as his came crashing down.

“F-Fuck.” He groaned spilling into you, his hips stuttering as he painted your insides. He lowered his body onto yours, laying his head in the crook of your neck as he interlaced his fingers with yours. You both breathed hard, letting your heart rate come down.

“How do you feel now?” You asked breathlessly, squeezing his hands.

“Much better.” He nodded, kissing your neck. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” You said pulling your hands away to wrap them around his sweaty body.

Needless to say, Five slept through the night

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lilacliquors · 1 year ago

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kinktober day eight: public sex

pairing: diego hargreeves x reader

word count: 436

notes: again this one is short, because idk i'm just not feeling it this month. i'm gonna do my best to get the rest of the month done, but idk it just feels like no one's super excited this time around

you didn’t give a shit about public indecency in the moment.you just needed each other so badly, and you couldn’t wait until you got home. you’d been on a a ride together, listening in to cop radios to find any hints to local break-ins and robberies, and you hit the jackpot with one. it was an easy job, with diego’s powers and your skillset, and what better way to celebrate than to … fuck in the garden of the house you’d just gone into. sure, the police could be there at any minute, but that was the thrill of it, wasn’t it?

you were in a rush, so you shoved your pants down, along with his, in a feverish attempt to hurry things along. you stumbled and nearly fell, but that didn’t matter. you were lost in each other, hungry kisses and frantic touches consuming you until he had you in his arms, pinned up against the house. one of his arms held you up, and his free hand fisted his cock, pumping it once, twice, three times before he pushed into your waiting pussy.

your head tilted back as you moaned, and you brought one of your hands up to cup the back of his head, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as he thrust into you. your moans were muffled by his mouth claiming yours, and all you could feel was him filling you, taking every inch he had to offer. he pulled back from your kiss to kiss and nibble on your neck, and in the distance, you could hear sirens. the police were on their way, and the chance of getting caught only excited you further.

“not much time …” he groaned, and you nodded in agreement. you reached down and toyed with your clit, gasping and panting as the muscles in your stomach tensed.

“gonna cum,” you breathed, and you felt him smile against your neck.

“cum for me, baby. come on, that’s it. that’s what i want …”

you whimpered, massaging and rubbing your clit until finally, that coil snapped, your toes curled in your boots, and you kissed him quickly to muffle any extra sounds you might’ve made. he gripping you tightly, fucking into you during your orgasm until his hips were jutting sloppily, and he was spilling inside of you, with no warning. you clung to him, and it was a miracle you could both stay upright. flashing lights caught your attention nearby, and your moment of passion had to come to an end.

“round two at home?” he asked, and you nodded with a grin.

#atomwritez #diego hargreeves smut #diego hargreeves x reader #kinktober 2023 #kinktober2023 #atomwritez kinktober2023

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oscarisaacsspit · 2 years ago

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i like shiny things but i’d marry you with…💕

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merthosus · 3 months ago

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The Deli

Summary: You saw Five and Lila cheating and end up in a random train station. As a Diner caught your eye you couldn't believe what or rather who was waiting for you inside. Summary: You saw Five and Lila cheating and end up in a random train station. As a Diner caught your eye you couldn't believe what or rather who was waiting for you inside.

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"You have no idea what most of the Fives in here would do for you"

I stumble out of the train, almost tripping over the edge. This can't be, he would never. I hate him, I never thought that I could do this but I do. My heart was shattered, it felt like it was being torn out of my torso and ripped in thousand parts. How could he do this to me? How could he do this to Diego? I have no idea where I am, or rather when I am. But I didn't care I just walked along the train station. My heels clicked with every step they took. The sound echoed with every thud on the white tiles.

I caught them. Five was missing and in my head there where millions of horrible ideas what could be happened to him. I can't believe I worried. We gone through so much shit and he shattered everything just like it was nothing. I traveled so far with these damn trains, no idea how I could possible come home again, just to caught them kissing each other. These assholes! Slowly the sadness turned into anger and every step I take gets louder.

In the distance I see red light reflecting on the floor. I swear to god if this is a trainstation-stripclub I trow myself on the rails. Seeing so much today what I couldn't believe makes me getting the wildest ideas, expecting anything but normal. I step closer and what I see is a Diner. Without hesitation I enter. I would kill for a chocolate croissant and a nice cup of coffee right now. But as soon as I entered everything went silent. Even a fly could be heard.

As shocked as they were as shocked I was. "This can't be", I mumble to myself. Every pair of eyes, which stared me down, were his. The Five which was now coming out of the back, let his tablet fall onto the ground. The sudden loud noise made the other ones fall out of their trance. "Y/n?", a few said, but others were just looking. "She's mine!", one of the Five's screams. Others were already talking him down. Another was punching a different Five and two got them apart. Without hesitation one five stood up and walked towards me. "I am sorry it's been a long time since they seen you", he says confusing me even more. "i...I what the hell is going on?", I ask, not believing what I saw standing infont of me.

"You just kissed Lila and now you are talking with me as nothing has happened? And what is this here? A stupid joke?", I ask him outraged. "Oh no darling I am not the five you know. I am coming out of a different timeline, but wouldn't you like to sit as I explain?", he asks politely. Like it was the most normal thing I go to sit with him at one of the diner tables, ignoring the fact that at least twenty versions of my boyfriend were looking down at me. As we sit down the Five on the counter rushed to our table.

"The black coffee, cappuccino and the chocolate croissant will be on your table soon", he stumbles, while looking at me. "How...?", I begin to ask but he was faster gone than I could blink. I feel more comfortable now as I saw how the attention was no longer drawn to me. "Explain, now", I demand as I was staring the Five before me down. "Feisty, as I remembered you", he says. I can't help myself but smile a little bit. "Why are there so many of you? And why was the one so obsessed", I ask. He crocked his neck. "We are all different Fives, out of different timelines. Most of them lost their Y/n, that's why things got out of hand", he explained. "So your five cheated on you? That's new, none of us did that, guess a new timeline has formed. Why would he do that...?", he asks himself.

I was shocked, overdosed with unimaginable information. "So what happened to your Y/n?", I ask him, just releasing I went to far. "She died in a fight, Hazel shot her", he says. "Five over there, who said you were his. She killed herself", he explains some more. I can't believe what he was just saying. "I would never do such a thing", I say. "No. Yourself in this timeline wouldn't but the on in his did. It's the same with us, we are all the same but different at the same time. I would never cheat on you and that's the point", he looks down on the floor. "I will find him don‘t worry, he will pay for what he did", he says while my eyes get big. "No... no he's still my Five I...", I try to bring the words out of me.

"Darling...", he leans over the table looking me staring into the eyes. "You have no idea what most of the Fives in here would do for you. Every single one of us is better as this little small cocked asshole", he says. I get nervous and have trouble looking him into the eyes. "He doesn't have a small...", I try to say. "I know I know...", he interrupts me.

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meyrinn-revery · 3 months ago

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Five Hargreeves

The Umbrella Academy - Season 4

I was impatiently waiting for season 4 of The Umbrella Academy !

Season 3 having disappointed me a little, I had high hopes for season 4. And, although I found it indeed better than the previous one (even if season 2 remains my favorite), there are still things that disturb me.

The actors are still good, nothing to say about that ! But I don't understand what the writers did. 😅

I don't find the same Five as in seasons 1 and 2, I have the impression that he has changed his personality. Same for Lila : where is the badass Lila from previous seasons ?!

Even if I wasn't particularly a fan of the Diego/Lila couple; the Five/Lila couple doesn't disappoint me as it is the case for most fans of the series, but it disturb me a little.

Their enemies-to-friends thing was funny enough, but seeing them as a couple (while Lila is with Diego and they have kids 💀, and Five has been fucking a mannequin since before I was born) makes things a little weird.

And I'm sure that for everyone who had a crush on Five or just on Aidan, the kiss scene must have been particularly painful. 😭

We already didn't like seeing him with Dolores ! But the worst part is that I love Lila too much to cry watching them kiss.

All that remains is to cancel the wedding, girls ! 😢

I wish good luck to everyone who writes Five x Y/n (etc) fanfiction, because I don't know how you're going to explain that.

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morbidapples · 4 months ago

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good girl

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗀𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟣,𝟪𝟧𝟣 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌; 𝟣𝟢,𝟢𝟥𝟤 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍), 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 (𝖺 𝖫𝖮𝖳 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒), 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗍𝗈𝗒𝗌, 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, praise kink, 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒.

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗄 <𝟥 @echo-mars0

"Babe, are you sure you're up for this?" Diego asks softly.

You smile sweetly up at him from your spot kneeling on the floor. Your eyes are shining with lust and trust.

"Yes. I trust you, Diego," you say with a small nod of your head.

He smiles back, unable to help himself when you look at him like that. You are the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and he feels like the luckiest man alive.

"Okay," he says with a sharp nod, "just remember our safe word. If anything gets to be too much, let me know and we'll stop. We'll take a break and talk about it before we try again."

"I will, babe, I promise," you say, pressing a sweet kiss to his hand. He nods and lets you go, reaching over to grab one of his knives.

You sit back on your heels, eyes trained on his hands. He flips the knife, getting a feel for its weight in his hands. The thought excites you, molten heat boiling up in your core as you watch him.

His movements are practiced and he does a few tricks, knowing how much you like to watch him play with his knives.

He steps forward, coming to a stop right in front of you. You lean forward, resting your cheek against his thigh, nuzzling him lightly. He reaches out, gently running his hand through your hair.

"You're so good, baby. You look so pretty, kneeling there for me," he praises. You let out a soft noise of contentment, pressing even closer to him. He tightens his hand in your hair, pulling you back until you're looking at him. He leans down and captures your lips in a heated kiss.

"Are you ready?" He asks as he pulls away from you.

"Yes. Please, Diego. I need you," you say breathlessly.

"Such a good girl, asking so nicely," he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He turns away, grabbing the blindfold off the bed. He comes back to stand in front of you, slipping the black fabric over your eyes.

You go easily as he guides you, tilting your head up so he can secure the blindfold behind your head. He trails his fingers down your neck and across your shoulders, just touching you.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, running his thumb along your bottom lip. You lick at his thumb and he slips the tip inside, letting you suck on it for a moment before pulling his hand away. You let out a needy whine and he tugs on your hair, pulling your head back again.

"What do you say?" He asks, voice firm.

"Thank you, baby," you reply, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

"Good girl," he says, releasing your hair. He runs his hand down your arm and tangles his fingers with yours. He gently guides you to the edge of the bed, helping you stand up. He takes a step back, admiring the sight of you.

Your hands are clasped behind your back, your breasts pushed out. Your nipples are hard and straining against the thin material of your shirt. The shirt is just long enough to cover your ass and Diego can't wait to see what's underneath.

"Turn around," he says, voice low. You obey, turning so your back is facing him. He can feel your muscles quivering under his touch and he runs his hands up and down your sides, trying to calm you down.

He knows you're nervous. He's nervous too. But he'd rather die than hurt you.

"You're doing so well, baby. I'm so proud of you," he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss your shoulder. You shiver, arching into his touch. He smiles, nipping lightly at your skin before pulling away. He reaches down, tugging on the hem of your shirt.

"Arms up," he commands, his voice soft but firm. You raise your arms above your head and he slips the shirt up and off your body, tossing it to the side. He takes a moment to rake his eyes over your naked body, his cock throbbing in his pants.

"Such a beautiful girl. All mine," he says, running his hand down your spine. You shiver and let out a moan as he traces the curve of your ass.

"On your hands and knees, baby. I'm going to give you a reward," he says, stepping back so you can climb onto the bed. You do as he asks, crawling up the bed and settling down on your elbows and knees.

Your ass is sticking up in the air, the perfect angle for him to admire it. He reaches out and cups you, squeezing lightly. You gasp, your body jerking forward.

"So beautiful. And all mine," he murmurs, sliding his hand around to tease your entrance.

"Yes, all yours, Diego," you moan, pushing back against his hand. He pushes his fingers inside you, stretching you. You let out a wanton moan, your hands fisting in the sheets.

"So wet for me," he murmurs, pumping his fingers slowly. You let out another moan, your hips moving with his hand. He keeps his pace slow, wanting to draw this out for you. He loves watching you fall apart for him.

"Diego," you whimper, hips jerking forward as he curls his fingers.

"Yes, baby?" He asks, teasing your clit with his thumb.

"Please," you beg, your voice cracking. He slides his fingers out, wiping them off on your thigh. He reaches over, grabbing his knife from the bedside table.

"Shh, baby. It's okay. I'm here," he says, running his friend hand up and down your back.

"Please," you whisper, your body trembling. He places the flat of the blade against your back, just below your shoulder blades. You stiffen, muscles going tense.

"Relax, baby. It's okay. I'm going to take care of you," he soothes, running the knife down your spine.

You shudder, your breath coming out in short gasps. He moves the knife slowly, tracing patterns on your skin. You let out a whimper as he reaches your ass, the sound going straight to his cock.

"Doing so good, baby. So pretty," he murmurs, moving the knife over your hip and down your leg.

"Diego," you whimper, squirming beneath his touch.

"What is it, baby? Tell me," he says, placing the knife between your legs.

"Please, I need more. I need you inside me," you beg, legs trembling.

"I've got you, baby. Don't worry," he says, sliding the knife back up your leg. You cry out as the tip of the blade grazes your clit, your whole body shaking.

"Yes! Oh god, yes!" You cry, your voice breaking. He presses the blade against your clit, moving it in slow circles. It doesn't take much.

Your body goes taut as your orgasm crashes over you, your cries filling the room. He pulls the knife away, setting it aside for a brief moment as you collapse forward into the bed, body still twitching.

He moves the knife back to your ass, sliding it along the curve. "Such a beautiful ass, baby. I love it when you wear those tiny shorts, showing it off for me," he says, trailing the knife over your skin.

You moan, your body shaking, ever so eager as he moves the knife down the back of your thigh and across your knee.

"You're so wet for me, baby. Love the way you taste," he murmurs, moving the knife back up your leg.

"Please, Diego, please," you beg, voice muffled by the mattress.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he says, sliding the knife back between your legs.

"Your cock, please. I need your cock inside me," you say, your voice thick with desire, with need. He presses the tip of the knife against your entrance, the cool metal sliding inside you easily. You let out a moan, pushing back against the intrusion.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. Take what you need," he encourages, his cock throbbing at the sight.

"Diego," you gasp, your hips moving erratically as you try to fuck yourself on the knife.

"You're so beautiful, baby. Taking my knife so well," he says, his voice strained. He can't take it anymore.

He needs to be inside you. He pulls the knife out, tossing it aside. You let out a whimper and he soothes you with his hand.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you. I'm going to give you what you need," he murmurs, pressing his fingers against your entrance.

You moan, pushing back against his hand. He pushes his fingers inside you, stretching you open. You're so wet and tight, and he can't wait to bury his cock inside you.

"Fuck, baby. You feel so good," he groans, pushing his fingers deeper. You let out another moan, your muscles clenching around his fingers. He thrusts his fingers slowly, curling them to hit your g-spot.

"Yes! Yes, Diego!" You cry, hips jerking forward. He adds another finger, stretching you even more. You cry out, your body shaking as your orgasm builds.

"That's it, baby. Come for me," he growls, his voice strained. You've never been so turned on in your life.

"Yes! Oh god, oh god, Diego!" you cry, as your second orgasm of the night crashes over you. He pulls his fingers out, wiping them off in your thigh before pushing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

You whine needily, your hips moving, trying to get him inside you.

"Shh, baby. It's okay. I've got you," he says, voice husky with desire. He pushes his cock inside you, your body welcoming him with a tight heat. You moan as he bottoms out, your body moving with his as he begins to thrust.

"Fuck, baby. You feel so good," he groans, his voice rough.

"God, Diego- yes!" you cry, voice filled with pleasure. He reaches around, wrapping his hand around your throat.

"Mine," he growls, fingers tightening around your neck. "Yours. Only yours," you moan, your body trembling as your third orgasm of the night builds again.

"That's it, baby. Come for me," he grunts, his hips moving faster.

"Fuck, Diego-" You cry, your muscles clenching around his cock as your orgasm hits. He thrusts into you, chasing his own release. His grip on your throat tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as his own orgasm washes over him.

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" He growls, his body tensing as he comes deep inside you. He relaxes, boneless and spent, his hand loosening around your throat. You gasp, your breathing ragged.

"You're so beautiful, baby. So perfect," he says, running his hands down your sides, over your sweat slicked skin.

You sign, your body relaxing, you feel like you're floating. He pulls out, rolling over and wrapping his arms around you. You curl up against his chest, your breathing slowing down as you drift off.

"I love you," he murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

"Love you too," you mumble, your voice thick with sleep. He smiles softly at you, holding you close as you both drift off to sleep.

#diego hargreeves #the umbrella academy #diego hargreaves x reader #tua #david castañeda #freak nasty #smut story #knifeplay #knife k!nk #knife kink #knife k1nk #choking #choke play #choked while fucked

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jhopezwrld · 3 months ago

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ok i’m writing for umbrella academy again the fics are officially un-archived send me requests pls season 4 was bullshit and never happened and im pretending i didn’t watch it la la la la 🥰🥰🥰

#umbrella academy imagines #umbrella academy smut #umbrella academy x reader #luther hargreeves imagines #luther hargreeves smut #diego hargreeves imagines #diego hargreeves smut #allison hargreeves imagines #allison hargreeves smut #klaus hargreeves imagines #klaus hargreeves smut #ben hargreeves imagines #ben hargreeves smut #lala speaks #send in reqs plz i need to get my mind off of the shit show that was season 4

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eggcompany · 7 months ago

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Diego's a Mommy's Boy Part 1

Eudora fingers Diego for the first time. He's done it so many times before, imagining, dreaming of her. What starts as a before work blowjob ends up with Diego on his knees waiting for his mommy's strap. He is just such a good boy when mommy tells him to be.

“Take them off.” Eudora says while standing between Diego’s spread legs. Diego was laying on her bed with his legs hanging off the side. Eudora had taken his belt off but wasn’t going to try wiggling the tight pants off.

“Now.” She added commandingly. The man quickly unbuttoned and unzipped the trousers and worked them down. Eudora stripped down to her underwear also. She threw them away onto the floor.

She stood in front of her boyfriend and shoved him back onto the bed.

Diego smiled. He thought she looked so gorgeous. The most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his entire life. Even clad in a plain black bra and a pair of plain black cotton bikini panties, she looked better than any picture in any playboy he’s ever seen.

Eudora reached down and roughly grabbed him through his blue briefs.

Diego jumped and then melted back against the bed moaning.

Eudora sank down onto her knees and grabbed the waistband and pulled the briefs down. Diego groaned as his cock popped out and laid against his thigh.

“I love your prick. So cute.” Eudora said and wrapped her hand around his base and held it up to kiss the tip. Diego moaned and his eyes rolled back and he bit his lip. Eudora kissed from the tip down the underside of his cock till she reached his balls. She licked between them and then blew a cold breath on the trail of spit. Diego panted and whined and his cock jumped in her hand.

“Cutie. Diego, there’s something I wanna do.” Eudora said and leaned her cheek on his fuzzy thigh. She stroked him lazily. He panted and looked down at her.

“Wha? I gotta go to wor-work later.” Diego said and Eudora smiled and kissed his thigh before licking her finger.

“Diego, I know you like playing back here. I have seen your special lube… why haven’t you asked me to play yet? Tell mommy what you want.” Eudora said in a low voice she ran the spit slick finger down over his balls and down over his hole. Diego looked at her wide eyed and gasped.

“I-I… mommy… you weren’t sup-supposed to see tha-that! It’s… it’s icky you should- shouldn't.” Diego mumbled and tries to pull away. Eudora smirks and squeezes tightly onto Diego’s prick. The sub cries out and collapses onto his back shaking a bit.

“Okay I’m sorry I’m sor-sorry! I just… I don’t want mommy not li-like-like me…” Diego mumbled and looked over to the side. Eudora kissed his thigh and then up his hip. She kisses all the way down his cock. She kissed his balls and he whined. She lifted them up to kiss his hole.

“No-oh no mo-momm-mommy.” Diego whined and threw his head back. Eudora kisses the little pink hole one more time before laying her head back on his thigh. She started to lazily stroke him up and down. He let out a moan and he gasped. Eudora circled his hole again with her spit covered finger.

“I think you’d like it if it flipped out over and ate you out. If I kissed and licked at this hole for hours. You’d love it wouldn’t you?” Eudora said and put more pressure down onto his hole. Diego whined and shoved his hips down against the bed slightly.

“Ye-yes. I’d lov-love it, mommy plea-plea-pleas-please!” Diego stuttered and threw his head around. Eudora pushed her finger through the tight ring of muscle. Diego’s thighs shivered and cock drooled out a steady stream of precum as Eudora pushed her finger deeper until it was fully placed inside of her sweet little sub’s warm clenching body. Diego whined loudly, and moaned.

Sh-sh-sh, quiet Diego. I know you’d love it. I know you’d love it if I bent you over and stuffed you full.” Eudora said lowly and pulled her finger out and pushed it back in. She hadn’t really ever done this so she hoped it felt okay. She had watched a few videos online and had read a few articles. There was supposed to be a sensitive little spot inside but she didn’t quite understand where..

Diego panted and shoved down against her finger and threw his arm over his eyes.

“Hmm you’re so wet baby. Look, all this because I’m playing this you back here. Dirty boy.” Eudora says and kisses his tip and licks up a bit of the precum that’s dripping down his shaft.

“Momm-mommy oh ah ah mov-move your f-finge-ger plea-please” Diego whimpered quietly and clenched around the thin digit. He felt so warm inside, warm and tight and oddly smooth. It wasn’t like when she fingered herself it was smoother and… just different.

Eudora thrusted her finger a bit rougher and bent it some. Diego whined and tried to scoot back away, whining angrily.

“Oh no no no mommy no!!! Like like this. It feels really good like this.” Diego said and took his two fingers and bent them up toward the ceiling. He flicked his fingers so they bent up while his palm stayed flat. He was blushing all the way down his chest and Eudora nodded against his thigh and jerked him a bit faster.

“Good boy. My good baby. Thank you for telling me.” Eudora said and bent her finger up toward the ceiling inside of him. Diego arched up and moaned loudly. A burst of precum dropped down onto the cops hand.

Diego flopped back against the bed and shivered. His cock was tense and hot under her hand and his balls were drawing up closer to his body. A constant stream of deep growly moans flooded from his mouth as Eudora explored the spot.

She could feel a small spot where it felt different. Spongey in a way, squishier than the rest of his walls. Eudora smiled and started scoping a plan in her head…. This is gonna be so much fun.

“Oh yes yes yes! Mommy! I li-li-like-like -liked that so much! Ag-again! Pl-pl-ple-plea-plea-please!” Diego cried out and shoved down onto her finger and up into her hand. He whined and wiggled. He couldn’t decide which was better, the tight warm grip of her hand or the lighting strikes coming from her finger.

“Good, cum for me. I want to see you cum. Be such a sweet baby and cum. I’ll let you sleep until work. Give in. Give it to me.” Eudora encouraged. She sat up and jerked him quickly and rubbed on the spot. Diego yelled out and slammed his hands down onto the sheet below him gripping it tightly. He has tears running down the sides of his face. His thighs trembled and his hips stuttered up.

Eudora loved to watch this part carefully. The way he pants and his abs clench. He breathes so fast until he gets right on the edge and then he holds it. He doesn’t breathe and he doesn’t move and all his muscles tense up. Then he shatters.

“Good boy. Come on. Come on baby cum for. Cum for me, my sweet baby boy.” Eudora whispered, she wanted to see him shatter. See him break under her hands. Diego liked feeling watched when he’s feeling so vulnerable. It makes him feel safe and taken care of. He likes it when Eudora watches him fall apart.

Diego yelled out and moaned loudly as ropes of cum started to cover his stomach. He tensed and pulled Eudora’s finger in as far as it would go. He cam… and cam… and cam. He was breathed out and panted and whimpering as drools of cum covered his crotch. It dripped down his balls and across his hole and over his hips and it got all sticky in his buzzed cut pubic hairs.

Eudora pulled her finger out and slowly and softly stroked him until he was softening. Tears were wetting his hair and his nose was runny. She moved up to lay on her side next to him and kissed his lips. She tried to slide his shirt off so it could get washed quickly. Diego laid limp and his eyes drifted shut as his breathing even out. She pulled the plain black t-shirt up to his arms. Diego wasn’t lifting his arms up so she could get it off. She kissed him gently a few times until he opened his eyes.

“Baby, pick up your arms.” She commanded him softly. Diego automatically picked up his arms and lazily threw them up over his head. Eudora smiled and pulled the cotton fabric the rest of the way off. She kissed his lips, the side of his neck, down his chest to his nipple. She sucked on the small dusty brown bud for just a moment, just a little indulgence.

“I’m going to go get a washrag and put your shirt in the sink. I want you to be very careful and lay against the pillows. Don’t get any of your spill on the sheets. Understand?” Eudora explains. Diego’s gaze was unfocused and fuzzy and she knew even though they hadn’t done much, he was deeply sunk down into his headspace.

He looked over at her and smiled lopsided and nodded.

“Okay mommy. I'll be-be-be carefu-careful.” He says and moves incredibly slow to drag himself backwards and up onto the bed. Eudora collected his shirt and walked to the bathroom, she left the door open. She filled the sink with water and submerged the shirt and wet a washcloth.

Diego was laying with his hands bent and laying on his chest with his legs spread a bit. He had his eyes closed and looked like he was nearly sleeping. Eudora touches his stomach with the palm of her hand before touching the warm cloth to his pelvis.

This was another one of her favorite things to do. Getting to tend to him after. Getting to see him vulnerable and relaxed. She wiped the cum away gently. Diego held perfectly still, like a statue, the entire time. He had his eyes closed the entire time until Eudora picked up one of his knees to bend it and set his foot on the bed. She grabbed the opposite thigh and pulled it toward herself so his legs were spread. Diego looked up at her with a confused look and she didn’t even look down at him. She just reached down with the cloth to first gently cradle his balls and rub at them, causing him to whine a little and squirm.

“Shush now, mommy’s cleaning you up. You got so messy, baby. You gotta hold still and let me wash you.” Eudora said in her lower dominant voice. Diego quieted down and nodded. He put his hands down to grab lightly at the sheets by his hips. Eudora smiled sweetly at him before she grabbed his soft cock and balls and lifted them up. She ran the now slightly cold cloth down and over his puffy hole. There really wasn’t that much spit left but she didn’t want it to dry and get chaffed or anything. Diego tensed up and the cop watched his hole relax again. She wiped over it a few times, as gently as she could. He must be so sensitive, she thought to herself. Finally she tossed the cummy rag onto the floor. She thanked destiny that she didn’t have carpet.

She laid down next to him, holding herself up on one hand to just look at his body. He always looked so pretty. His warm tan skin, muscular torso, thick arms… she looked lower… his soft fuzzy thighs, hairy legs, his sock clad feet, his perpetually buzzed down dark pubes that framed his cute little cock, his pink cockhead that always peaked out from his foreskin. She lifted her head up and looked at his sleepy face. His eyes were drooping shut and his hair was wet and flattened down onto his head in a few places. There were streaks of drying tears on the side of his face and a few down his cheeks. Most of his tears had flowed from the sides of his eyes down to his ears and hairline.

“You wanna get a bath or do you want to deal with it later?” She asked him quietly. Diego just whined and pouted. He lifted his hands up and tried to put them around her.

“Okay, okay, nap time then. You can lay on me.” She said and laid down on her back with her head resting on the pillow. Diego was so exhausted as he rolled over and threw one arm around her and laid his head on her shoulder and threw his leg over hers. Soon his snores filled the air.

This was definitely something they needed to explore…

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