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serotonins-stuff · 1 year ago

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𝐉𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 °•.•°•.

♥︎Sypnosis: Just a casual day of training with your Jjk boyfriend.

♥︎Featuring: Gojo, nanami, itadori and Megumi

♥︎Warnings: very fluffy and a tiny bit suggestive

"𝙘'𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩?" °•.•°

𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤

If you can land a punch I'll reward you" he smirked while getting into position, stretching his neck and arms.

You had been trying to land a hit on him for the past 3 hours, failing every single time as he'd end up pinning you underneath him.

"Oh yeah?" You wheezed "And what would that be?"

"You'll find out soon enough, that's if I allow you to lay a finger on me"

You rolled your eyes with a playful scoff "Cocky bastard"

You were about 3 feet away from each other, staring into his eyes intensely while you waited for the countdown.

"3" he stated, watching as your feet shuffled a bit, spreading them out so you would be able to charge.

"2"

"1"

"Go!" With that, you rushed towards him and he just stood still, smiling as if he was mocking you. Yes you were his girlfriend and he loved you dearly, but he wasn't going to go easy on you. One of the reasons was that you needed the raw experience of what it's like in combat. What it is like to battle a curse.

Just as you reached your hand out to grab him, he disappeared into thin air. Swiftly coming up behind you and holding your arms behind your back. His warm body pressed against your back.

"Gotcha" he husked into your ear while to struggled to free yourself. You weren't ready to give up just yet though, you had a plan in mind that your beloved gojo had no clue about

You thought on your feet and did a half backflip, your legs hooking his head in place as you used all your strength to pull him down to the ground. A surprised yelp came from his lips when the roles were now reversed, You somehow managed to straddle him as you sat on his back, his chest flat against the floor.

He let out o huff of amusement from where his face was smooshed on the floor. He purposefully went easy on you and that pissed you off. You pulled your fist back and collided it on his back with exceptional power, earning a little grunt from him.

"I deserve that"

"Why did you go easy on me that round" you asked crossing your arms.

"We've been going at it for 3 hours sweetheart" he sat up and maneuvered you to sit on his lap, rubbing your arms soothingly "I just figured we call it a day and get some rest"

Your face was still visibly upset, lips pouty, and brows furrowed. After all the time you spent on this, he was just going to stop trying and call it a day?

He kissed your pouty lips and unraveled your crossed arms. "You can't stay mad at me"

You looked away.

"C'mon," he peppered kisses along your face and you tried hard to stifle the smile that so desperately wanted to appear.

You finally cracked when the kisses were targeted toward your neck. "Fine we can go home... that's if you give me a massage before bed"

He smiled and planted a kiss on your lips.

"Deal"

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𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞

"You're behind the oak tree which is 240 degrees to my left," Nanami said blankly, a black blindfold covering his eyes.

He was supposed to be helping you improve your sneaking abilities, and one way you could do that was to try and tackle him while he was blindfolded in a forest.

You weren't going to lie and say it was easy, because so far he's been able to pinpoint your exact location with just his ears.

You changed positions, jumping onto the tree branch directly above him.

"You are currently above-" he stopped, hearing a sound on his left and one in front of him. He knew what you were doing. You were throwing random objects around to try and confuse him.

Now he was alert, standing still so he could catch even the slightest bit of your breathing. A series of rocks fell around him, yet he still couldn't hear where you were.

Nanami knew you were smart, so it would only be fitting to be prepared for anything. You were just that unpredictable.

Just as he thought that you pushed his chest. Sending him a few steps back and he tripped over the wire you had set up behind him. He spun around to stop the fall but another wire had been placed, wrapping around his feet. Leaving him to dangle for the tree branch.

Nanami was officially trapped, and you were the one that trapped him. You couldn't help but smile at your accomplishment.

"Well-" he groaned, taking off the blindfold "This is an unfortunate turn of events"

"Gotcha" you panted from where you stood below him. "You're a pretty tough cookie Kento"

"You flatter me darling"

You seized this moment as an opportunity to catch his lips in yours. Initiating a sweet Spiderman kiss.

You didn't even know how but he somehow managed to break free of the restraints on his legs, breaking from the kiss and landing swiftly on his feet. Clearing his throat as he carried you princess style.

"Nice work today" He kissed your lips once again "Not only did you manage to capture me but you also came up with a master plan which isn't half bad"

"If only it didnt take 3 fricking hours" you groaned into his chest. "Can we go home now please?"

"Of course we can"

°• .° • . °• . °• .

𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞

"You're way too cute yuuji" you giggled, kissing the top of his nose while he lay on the floor. Tangled by the net trap you had set up for him earlier.

You had told him to give it his all but he refused because he was worried he'd hurt you, so instead of fighting back he let you use him to train, allowing himself to be captured and tackled. Which wasn't a problem for him at all, considering his durability.

"Looks like you got me.." he struggled under the net, letting out a sigh of defeat. "again"

"Yuuji are you underestimating me?" You taunted, untying the net to let him out.

He immediately got defensive, flailing his hands frantically "No it's not like that at all I promise!"

"It seems like it to me" you fake pouted, facing your back to him and crossing your arms. "You think I'm weak huh?"

"Baby don't be like that" he called to you but you refused to answer. Not bothering to even listen to what he was saying.

Swiftly he pulled you by the waist from where he sat on the floor and placed you on his lap. His face rested on your shoulder while you struggled in his grasp.

"If you can get yourself free from my cuddles I'll agree to fight back" he mumbled into your neck and closed his eyes.

You smiled to yourself mischievously. Unbeknonks to Yuuji, you had a good idea of how to get yourself free of his grasp.

You stealthily reached your hands towards the sides of his stomach and he thought nothing about it. That was until tickled the spot wildly.

He yelled in surprise and his arms loosened around you. You took that as an opportunity to pin him down and hover above him. His face was one of shock when you were suddenly above him.

You kissed the tip of his nose and giggled.

"Pinned ya"

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𝙈𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙞

"You're too predictable," Megumi said, swiftly dodging the staff you swung in his direction, and grabbing it. Pulling it towards him till your chest made contact with his.

"You're not helping" you groaned "Can't you like- I dunno give me some specific tips?"

"Well for starters you have to work on being lighter on your feet, your movements are way to predictable and you start off with the same attack, you also aren't utalising the other parts of your body because you put all your focus on the staff"

You huffed out in exhaustion, you would ask him if you could both just go home and cuddle, but you knew very well that your boyfriend was too disciplined to slack off.

"Like this," he said coming up behind you and placing his hands over yours, which had the butterflies in your stomach going wild. He then showed you a better way to start your attacks. It was nothing fancy, just something simple to steer you in the right direction.

He was well aware that you had used up most of your energy for the day, and your movements would most likely be sloppy from now on because of no motivation. He had to find something, anything that would just motivate you for this final 30 minutes.

"If you can get it right I'll give you a kiss"

Your eyes lit up immediately and you straightened up. Looking into his eyes for any hint of dishonesty. A small smile was plastered on his face but you could tell that he was dead serious.

You strengthened the grip on your staff and got into position, determination overcoming you, the reward is the only thing on your mind. Megumi smirked at your sudden change in attitude, realizing that his small stunt had worked.

You charged at him again, this time landing the strike perfectly on the side of his stomach. He didn't feel a thing because the training staff was made from plastic. Yet he couldn't stop the stupid smile from appearing onto his face.

"Did I do it right?" You asked with the cutest face he has ever seen and he nodded causing you to jump around in excitement.

"You saw that right?!" You said to him excitedly "I was like WHOOSH-then I was all like-KAPOW and then I was-"

Megumi cut you off by bringing his lips to yours for a bit before pulling away. This caused you to be a bit flustered as you couldn't utter words anymore,you just stared at him with an expression that made him feel some type of way.

"Im so proud of you" he glowed, caressing your cheek with his hand.

A/n

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lea-russo333 · 11 months ago

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you're not alone (arsenal x teen reader)

I'm back! very sorry pt2 took so long but thank you for waiting :) there will be a pt3 (wouldn't mind people sending some ideas of how it should go) which will try to get done in the next week or 2. anyways, enjoy!

warnings: eating disorders, illusions to throwing up, angst with some fluff at the end (pls let me know if I've missed anything)

proofread: sort of

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The warm water trickled down your body. You were sat in the shower, eyes staring at the tiled floor. Your fingers had started to grow soft and wrinkly. You don’t know how long you had been in there, lost in your own thoughts about dinner tonight. What would you order, what would you wear, would people judge?

Team dinners were nights you use to enjoy, nights filled with fun and laughter, but that was before everything. Now you just felt uncomfortable and awkward, never knowing what to do with yourself. You hadn't attended a team dinner, or any team bonding's that involved food, for a good while. Always coming up with some excuse as to why you couldn’t attend.

Beth and Viv had insisted that you go to this one though, leaving no room for arguments.

You slowly stood up turning the hot water off. Grabbing a towel and heading straight for your room, slamming the door behind you.

Viv flinched at the sound, looking towards Beth who was sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket with Myle. Walking over, she placed a soft kiss on top of the older girl's forehead, sitting down next to her. Beth smiled in return, resting her head on top of Viv shoulder as a comfortable silence filled the room.

The two hadn't talked to you about what happened today, both wanting to wait till tomorrow; when you all had the day off, to bring it up with you. They weren't sure how to go about it, both scared at how you will react, will you accept that you need help? Or will you deny what they both knew was clearly happening and sink further in to the walls that you had slowly started to put up.

The comfortable silence was soon interrupted by your loud footsteps coming down the stairs. They both turned in your direction and taking in your form, you didn’t look great if they were being honest, you looked tired, your lips were chapped, skin pale and dark eyebags plagued your face, you looked sick.

You stood there, awkwardly holding a hairbrush in your right hand and a hair tie in your left.

“Would one of you be able to brush my hair please” your voice was hoarse and scratchy, standing there fiddling with the hair tie between your fingers waiting for an answer.

“OfCourse love” Beth said, sitting up straight from Viv's arms, lightly patting the floor Infront of her.

A small smile graced your face as you mumbled a quiet thanks and shuffled your way towards her. sitting down with your legs crossed handing her both the hair tie and brush.

As Beth started to slowly detangle the ends of your hair, your mind started to wonder again. You thought about the events that took place earlier that day and guilt quickly started to spread across your body. Why had you yelled at Caitlin like that? All she was doing was checking in on you and you had gone and snapped at her Infront of your teammates.

“I'm sorry about today” you whispered out. Beth stopped her movements for a brief second before continuing as she spoke.

“it's okay love, but it's not us you need to be apologizing to” She was almost surprised, not expecting you to apologize so fast.

“I'll apologize to her tonight, it's at her and katies places, isn't it?” you asked, turning around to see both women nodding their heads.

It was silent again after that. The only sounds coming from your tangled hair as Beth tried to run the brush threw it as gently as she could, not wanting to hurt you. You sat like that for at least half an hour while picking at your nails; an unhealthy habit you had picked in your early teen years.

“How do you want your hair liefde?” Viv asked while switching spots with Beth. Viv had always been better at doing hair, she braided it for you on most game days, but she wasn’t as gentle as Beth when it came to brushing out the tangles.

“Just a half up half down, please”

Viv nodded and got straight to work. As soon as your hair was finished you rushed up stairs to put on outfit, opting for a pair of baggier jeans and your arsenal hoodie. Both the older women waiting for you by the door, Viv jiggling the car keys in her hand.

“Ready to go then?”

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Katie and Caitlin's house were already packed with cars out the front when you arrived, with most of your team already there. You got out of the car and waited for Beth and Viv before walking up to the front door and knocking 3 times.

You stood behind Beth as Caitlin opened the door, ushering you all in and giving each of you a short hug. Beth and Viv both made their way to the living room, Caitlin quick to follow them but before she left, she felt your hand clutch around her Rist. She turned and looked towards were you held her Rist with furrowed eyebrows and then back to you.

“I- uh sorry” you said while dropping her hand “I just wanted to apologize for today, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that Infront of everyone. I was in a horrible mood today which isn't an excuse, but I still wanted to apologize” you rambled as you played with the sleeves of your hoodie, eyes looking anywhere but at Caitlin, feeling too guilty to look her in the eye.

“Hey, it's okay, I get it we all have bad days” she pulled you into another hug “thank you for apologizing though.”

The two of you walked into the living room where everyone was spread out. Your eyes searched the room trying to find Beth or Viv, they soon settled on Beth who was arguing with Krya over what movie they were going to watch during dinner, Lessie being stuck between the two girls.

“you two are children, honestly” she said while snatching the remote out of their hands and putting on Beths choice. You walked over and sat next to Beth, resting your hand on her shoulder.

“where's Vivi?” you looked up towards her.

“She in the kitchen helping with dinner, pretty sure were having some form of pasta and salad.”

You gulped at the thought, you hadn't eaten pasta in a while and the thought of eating it in front of the team made a shiver go down your spine.

Maybe you could just have the salad? That won't hurt, you thought while picking at your nails, Beth took notice and grabbed your hands.

“You know, you always complain about how your nails never grow yet you still continue chew them off every chance you get” she let out a soft chuckle “what's on your mind love.”

“I apologized” was all you said to the women. You felt her lightly kiss the top of your head before pulling you into a little side hug.

“Good job, I'm very proud of you” her words brought a genuine smile to your face, Beth was always good at that, even on your toughest days she always seemed to find a way to but a smile on your face, even if it was just a small one.

“Alright everyone dinners ready! Come and serve ya selves” the soft moment was interrupted by katies loud voice calling out to everyone.

You all made your way over to the kitchen, grabbing bowls and plates, everyone putting the food of their choice on their plates. As you went to grab your own you were stopped by someone calling your name, turning around to find Viv already holding a bowl out for you.

“I got all your favorites” she said with a smile while handing it to you. She was right, it did contain all your favorite, cheesy pasta, 2 pieces of garlic bread and a bit of Caeser salad. You mumbled a thank you while walking back towards the couch and squishing yourself as far as you could into the corner of it.

You moved your food around with your fork for a bit before bringing a small amount up to your mouth, hand shaking slightly, you took a deep breath hesitating slightly as you put it in your mouth, chewing slowly. You could feel the tears well in your eyes as you took another small bite, hands getting shakier and shakier every time you brought the fork to your mouth. You felt a tear fall down your face slightly, quickly bringing a hand to wipe it before anyone notices it.

Someone did though. You didn’t know it, but you had several eyes watching you as you ate your food. Leah, Viv, Beth and Alessia had all been taking glances at you throughout dinner. Your shacky frame and tearful eyes didn’t go un-noticed by any of them.

As everyone got up to put their dishes in the sink, you took the opportunity to sneak off to the bathroom, leaving your half-eaten dinner on the arm of the couch.

You turned the light and fan on when you entered, locking the door behind you. As you kneeled in front of the toilet you tied the rest of your hair back taking a deep breath.

Alessia hadn't watched you go to the bathroom, but your absence didn’t go un-noticed by her as she looked towards your now empty spot of the couch and your barley eaten dinner left on the arm. She wasn’t sure where you had gone but she had small hunch she knew where shed fined you.

You jumped as you opened the door, almost falling to the ground, Alessia was standing right Infront of it with her fist raised ready to knock. She too jumped back surprised. She stood there awkwardly playing with her fingers starting at you, thinking over what she was about to say to you.

“Do you need the bathroom? Or…” you spoke breaking the awkward silence.

“Oh ah, no sorry” she took a small step back “I was just wondering where you went, you were gone for a little bit.”

“Well, I was in here, no need to worry” you gave her a tight-lipped smile while awkwardly raising your hands. You liked Alessia, you had only met her a few months ago when she signed for arsenal, but she was a kind girl and in the short time Shes been here she had already felt the need to look out for you as most of the girls did after they met you, perks of being the baby of the team.

“Look, I know you're sick of people asking this but are you sure you're, okay? You barely touched your food, and it looks like you’ve been crying” she tried to look at you in the eyes but yours were looking anywhere but her. “it's alright, you don’t have to talk to me about it, but I am here if anything's bothering you” she said while ducking her head down to finally meet your eyes with a soft, warm smile.

You took a deep breath “there's nothing to talk about, I just ate something before we got here, and it made me feel a little sick is all.’’ You picked at your nails while you talked.

A silence fell between the two of you again as she looked at you. She took in your watery eyes and the way the rest of your hair was tied behind your ears now.

“Can I go now?” you huffed.

She stood there for a moment contemplating whether or not to say the next words that were about to fall out of her mouth. You tried to get past her, but she stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“what's really going on y/n?” she questioned and when you didn’t answer she took it as an opportunity to push you a bit further. “Talk to me love”.

You don’t know why, maybe it was the comforting hand of your shoulder or the way she spoke so softly to you, but you felt tears well up in your eyes. She noticed to and quickly pulled you in the bathroom again and locked the door, pulling you in to a tight bear hug. That’s what really got you crying, your faced and Alessias jumper quickly getting soaked.

“it's okay” she was lacing her fingers through your hair, rocking you side to side in at a comforting pace.

“I'm sorry” you chocked out, burying your face into chest more while sobbing.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for love, okay? I ju-” she cut her self-off before continuing “we, just want to help you, okay? But we can't do that unless you tell us what's going on” she spoke, still playing with your hair softly.

“You won't be mad?” you sniffed, finally taking your head out of her chest and looking down at the tear-stained patch that was left behind.

“Never” she said while holding your face in her hands, gently wiping the tears away.

You fully pulled back from her now, moving over to sit on the toilet. You sat there for a while trying to gather your thoughts and were to start, your leg was bouncing up and down while you were lost in thought. A soft hand on your knee brought you back.

“Whatcha thinking?” she asked, her fingers rubbing soothing circles on your knee.

“I don’t know what to say” it came out as a whisper and if less wasn’t as close to as she was right now, she's sure she would have missed it. “Everyone just been so mean since I came back…I mean I knew I had gained a little weight, but I didn’t think it was that bad” you took a deep breath “but then everyone started pointing it out online, so I turned my comments off on Instagram but then they started saying stuff on our official Instagram and then on twitter and…” you trailed off.

“And what?” she pushed.

“I don’t know why I read them in the first place” your eyes started to sting again “it just started off with missing breakfast and few extra trips to the gym but no- now I can't stop” you broke down again, clutching on to the girl Infront of you as she wrapped her arms around you for a second time.

“I didn’t mean for it to go this far” you sobbed out.

“Shh, it'll all be okay, okay? We’ll get you the help you need alright love.”

“No!” you shot out of her grasp “no you can't tell anyone" You looked at her with pleading eyes.

“y/n, you can't keep doing this to yourself, it's dangerous, really fucking dangerous.” Her voice was stern this time “I've been in a similar position to, and I can assure you that I was not strong enough to perform at the level that we do, and if I wasn’t strong enough then you definitely aren't.” She sighed looking at your tear-stained face. “You need help y/n, I know it's scary to ask for it, but I promise you no one is going to judge you for needing it. We’re all worried about you love, Beth and Viv especially” you nodded with every word she said, just staring at the floor. You had never meant to worry Beth and Viv; you hated it when they worried about you.

“I’ll talk to them tomorrow” your voice was horsed and sore from crying.

“I'm so proud of you for saying something, I know that wouldn’t have been easy for you” less stood up bringing you up with her and pulling you into one more hug.

“you're not alone in this” she whispered.

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cheolinnie · 1 year ago

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Relaxation

hes so insanely attractive, its not good for my mental health

Content warning: nothing much, they're just fucking <3, reader is female

not proof read 😪

Jeno let's out his tenth groan for the night, his legs feeling immensely heavy as he just barely makes it up the fifth flight of stairs that lead towards your apartment; curse the elevator that just had to be out of order on this specific day

His legs can barely keep his stature up as he punches in your passcode, the click a satisfying sound because it means he's one more step closer to being able to fall into your arms and inhale your comforting scent. Of course, he doesn't expect to walk into a blacked out apartment, not a single sound reaching his now piqued ears, instantly his eyes lose all senses of tiredness as worry settles in his chest, his eyes frantically moving around the room as he calls out for you.

"Baby?" his voice echoing throughout the apartment, cold chill running down his spine as his walk quickens up towards your bedroom.

He stops mid-stride down the hallway, light peaking out from the shut bathroom door. Placing his ear against the wood, he let's out a breath of relief when he hears you humming along to a soft song on the other side.

"Fuck babe, you scared-"

"Shit oh my god, baby your back? I dint even hear you come in..."

You frown slightly; you were hoping to wrap a blindfold over his eyes to increase the excitement for the surprise, you completely missed his entrance due to your mini concert. But your boyfriend's reaction as he looks around the decorated bathroom makes you feel better. Stream tickles up into the air from the hot bath you had made him, assortments of salts and scents all lined up so he could chose what he wanted.

"Whats all this my love?" Jeno comes over to your cross-legged position on the spot that usually held your bath items beside the bath, but you had cleared it so you could sit by him as he relaxes into the warm water.

His soft hands rub against the sides of your neck before his fingers scratch gently into your hair strands. Your hands come up to rest on his pelvis, and he dips down to give his usual greeting kisses.

"Well you have been practicing really hard these days, and you come home so late. So I figured I should treat you, and help you relax." Jeno's gaze is always warm whenever its on you, and it makes a ball of comfort grow in your chest.

"Thank you, honey" He crouches down a little and kisses your forehead, and moves down to your lips. You pull away, "ok now chop chop, take your clothes off."

In a blink of an eye he's standing naked before you, his chest broad and his abs naturally flexed. Veins run up his arms and biceps; another thing you love about your boyfriend, an something you never thought you would find attractive.

"Keep staring and i'll take you on the bathroom floor right now sweetheart."

Your jaw clenches; Lee Jeno has the most purest face but the most foul mouth . His thoughts are always clear in his eyes.

"Then get in the bath Lee Jeno."

A satisfied smirk forms on his lips as he steps into the bath. He makes to sit facing you, but you grab his shoulder to twist him around, and instead his back facing you. Without even seeing him, you could tell a pout sat on his lips.

"I wanna see you."

You let p=out a soft laugh, but decide to say nothing. The second your warm hands are on his shoulders, you can hear him inhale sharply. Slowly and with care, you make work of the tight knots in his shoulders, working your way into his neck, and down his back.

"Good?"

He hums is response, the sound far more sensual than you'd liked. The sexy stuff was meant for later, but the soft moans he's letting out as you work his tough muscles has a pool of wetness coating your panties.

Taking a deep breath, you calm yourself before making your way around to face him, ready to work on his legs now; but oh fuck, the way his eyes stare at you, you can see the black of his eyes as they rake over your body, dressed in only his shirt that falls mid-thigh.

"What are you going to do now honey?"

You gulp. Jeno's voice is significantly deeper now, his eyes dark as they watch you. You were betting this would turn him on, but you had no idea how much.

"Your uh- um legs." your lips going dry at the way he tilts his head to the side and looks at you. His abs ripple deliciously with the sigh he let's out, and probably throbbing cock. Jeno has tells of when he's hard; it's the way his eyes are hooded as he stares at your thighs, its his raged breath, its the way his eyebrows keep twitching now and then.

"Is there something you want NoNo?" you ask, a knowing glint in your eyes as you struggle to keep your gaze from dropping between his legs.

He shakes his slowly. "No... you said my legs were next baby, so," his hands leave the sides of the bath, and disappear under the water and fall between his legs

You so desperately want to question what his hands were doing; fuck, the heat between your thighs were becoming unbearable.

You lather more oil onto your palms, before dragging your nails up his thighs. He inhales sharply again, his jaw tensing. Jeno allows the obvious teasing for a few more minutes, before he can do so no more.

"Get in the bath"

He doesn't give you room to reject, not that you even would, his wet hands coming up to pull his shirt over your head, leaving you in just your incredibly damp panties.

"ha are you wet for me baby?"

OMGGGGG im too tired yall 😭😭

i'll put part 2 later 😝

i have exams to study for so ill get those done

#jeno #lee jeno #nct dream x reader #jeno x reader #jeno smut #nct dream smut #jeno imagines #nct imagines #nct smut

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lost-in-lamentation · 1 year ago

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hiii! i loved the way you wrote hearts, released, and was wondering if you could do the same concept but with barbatos, solomon, and satan? thank you!! your writing is so good btw hehe

a/n: oh anon you have my entire heart thank you so much ㅠㅠ

i've got another request for a continuation, so i'll probably do another two parts for this particular series!

a continuation of: hearts, released.

warnings: there is blood and injuries, MC dies. references lesson 16 of og obey me in barbatos' part. references to the great celestial war + lilith in satan's part.

important! this story is hurt/no comfort. make sure you're okay with that before reading on.

barbatos, solomon, satan × gen!reader. (separate.)

he thought he was seeing things when he found you in the clearing. battered, bleeding, bruised, as you struggled to stay conscious after what had just happened. the world around you flickered in and out of existence, and the only thing tethering you to reality was the pain that shot through your body. your head fell to the side where he stood, and with what limited strength you had left, you beckoned him over to you.

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barbatos.

barbatos slowly walked towards you, uncharacteristically hesitant in the way he carried himself to your side. usually so poised, back straightened and all, barbatos was curled in on himself, jaw tightening as he moved closer.

"barbatos, you don't look so good," you said as you tapped the spot next to you weakly. "come sit here." maybe it was the fact that you were dying, but a part of you expected him to reject the request. instead, he graced you with a smile, crossing his legs and settling himself at your side. "answering my final requests, are we?"

barbatos blinked at you, hoping to hide away the tears that had collected in the corners of his eyes. "still making jokes at a time like this?" he nearly whimpered the question out, composure wavering as you coughed out blood.

"of course. you know what i'm like." you grinned at the demon, meeting his gaze; it was empty. you held it for a while, listening to the breeze blow through the trees before speaking again. "did you know this would happen?"

his expression fell ever so subtly, fists clenching as he tried to think of a way to answer. "i was... aware that it would happen."

"did you know it would happen today?"

"... no."

your hand stretched out towards barbatos, finding a place to rest on his knee. "if you did know, would you have stopped it?"

tentatively, he placed his hand on top of yours, fingers curling around your palm gently. "i can only change your fate so many times, MC."

a broken laugh echoed out from you, your own grip strengthening around his fingers. "yeah, that sounds like something you would say." you shuddered against the wind, feeling the blood trickle down your side slowly. "i'm sorry, barbatos," you whispered into the air, hand falling away from his.

barbatos' head drooped, his shadow blanketing the sorrow that made its way onto his face. "it's me who has to apologise," he whispered out, silent tears dripping onto your corpse.

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solomon.

solomon moved urgently, steps heavy on the ground as he ran towards you. as soon as he reached you, he fell to his knees by your side, trembling while his hand tried to grasp at yours. it wasn't often you saw solomon so panicked. lightly, you touched at his wrist, causing the sorcerer to look at you.

"it's okay, solomon," you hummed softly.

solomon shook his head at you. "whatever hurt you just now; it counters my spells. i can't do anything," he snapped at thin air, his words strangled as they fought to be spoken. his chest began heaving, fear settling in his body before his mind could process it. "i can't heal you."

a strange mixture of guilt and dread washed over you; not being able to be saved, and also knowing solomon would be the only one to see you like this made your heart ache more than your wounds did. "that's okay, solomon," you exhaled, wincing as you turned onto your side to try and face him. "just stay with me for now."

solomon slumped unceremoniously closer to the ground, leaning over you to palm at your bleeding side. his breaths caught in his throat repeatedly, quiet sobs filling the air as he sat next to you. "you didn't strike me as someone who would cry at someone's end," you chuckled as best you could.

the white haired man huffed at you, wiping away his tears with his sleeve. "very bold of you to make that statement to an immortal." he spoke coldly through gritted teeth, no longer bothering to look you in the eye. you gave him a forlorn smile in return, trying not to wince at the increasing pain in your nerves.

solomon felt the thread keeping him together unravel when he looked at your expression. "i can't heal you, but i think i can still help," he said, pulling out his wand from his coat. encantations you had never heard before spilled out of his mouth, wispy trails of light dancing around the two of you until you finally felt his magic working. eventually, the pain in your side dulled, leaving you numb to everything other than the fact that you didn't have long left.

"are you in pain?" solomon asked against his own will.

"... no, not so much." you tilted your head to look at him. "are you?"

"... i am."

weakly, you squeezed his wrist one more time before closing your eyes. "i'm sorry about that."

"it's okay, MC." solomon watched as your hand fell away from his, heart shattering at the sight. "it's okay," he said again, taking your hand back in his to wait for the warmth to fully disappear.

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satan.

the fourth born didn't dare take a step closer. his vision was clouded with red, his anger and your blood swirling together to stain his thoughts. his own blood, boiling, pounded inside his head, drowning out your voice as you tried to call to him.

in a desperate attempt, you shouted his name one more time, tears springing to your eyes when the effort made it feel like there were talons digging into your lungs. satan finally made eye contact with you, fear dancing in his irises. "satan," you coughed out, trying to reach for him. "come."

he followed the order immediately, but unlike usual, remained meek. with his face downcast and his fists balled up tightly as his side, satan walked over to you. if you had the ability to sit up, you would. instead, you had to settle for a frail attempt to catch his hand in yours. your fingers brushed against his leg in the process, and you felt satan stiffen at the contact. "satan," you pleaded with him, now tugging weakly at his clothing. "come here."

satan eventually obliged, bending down so that he could settle back onto his heels, all while pointedly avoiding your line of sight he kept his eyes trained on the ground, too afraid that the image of you dying would cause him to rampage. "i'm here," he spat out, lower lip quivering as he spoke.

"you can look at me, you know." immediately, his green eyes disappeared from sight as he turned away from you. "nothing will happen, satan. i just wanna see your face," you said, words slurring together as you started to lose your consciousness.

satan's gaze flickered to yours, sorrow etching itself into his features, and guilt carving a place in his eyes. "what now, MC?"

your expression softened. "make sure you ask your brothers for help, okay?"

satan immediately growled at the idea, slapping your hand away from him. "with what?"

"you'll know soon enough." you stifled a sob, understanding that satan didn't know any better. saying nothing more, you allowed yourself peace, falling further away from the light until there was no return.

satan wrestled against the thoughts that constricted his chest, feeling every heartbeat slam harder and harder against his ribcage. he hated himself for only knowing wrath; for not being able to show you something else in your final moments. a loud screech tore itself out of his throat, splitting through the devildom and shattering the skies.

for the first time, satan understood how his brothers felt all those years ago. he understood why they went to war for her. because he too, would have gone through war if it meant saving you.

a/n: satan who doesn't know how to process emotions on top !!! also don't ask why solomon can't heal you but can take away pain okay let's all ignore that :)

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Twilight Warriors - Chapter 6

Dark slips through the Chain's fingers again, but Twilight and Wars get to spend a semi-relaxing night in the Kakariko hot springs.

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Usual 🔞 smutt warnings

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Dark and his minions had managed to slip away from the heros during the chaos caused by the dungeon collapse. Wild and Four blamed themselves for being too reckless. But the others insisted it wasn't entirely their fault. Dark had probably intended to hold them up in the dungeon long enough to make their escape through another portal.

The large central chamber of the dungeon had been eerily empty. Though pools of conjealed blood were splattered intermittently around the room. Black threads of malice swirled through the crimson blood. Wars inspected the pools with keen interest after Wild identified the alien substance for him.

"Is that what he's doing then?" Warriors asked no one in particular. "Combining monster blood with malice to make them stronger?"

"It doesn't sound any stranger than the other theories we've come up with so far," Time answered, scratching the back of his neck.

"I still think my idea is a good one," Wind interjected.

"What, the one about an unknown evil Link from the future travelling back in time to try and kill us all?" Hyrule asked, arms crossed, eyes rolling.

"What? It could happen!" Wind protested, mimicking Hyrule's body language.

They wasted little time in the chamber and decided to follow Dark through the portal. The boys walked through the space between space and into a dusty afternoon in a sandy canyon. A canyon Twilight recognised instantly.

He didn't have time to inform his companions of this fact however, before he had to dodge the swing of an enormous axe. Dark had left an ambush waiting on the other side of the portal to catch them on their way through. Several bulblins armed with clubs and axes blocked their escape. While two aeralfos swooped overhead, attacking from above. Wild and Twilight quickly had arrows trained on the aeralfos, and in a few shots they were lying on the ground. The bulblins were annoying but no match for seven seasoned heroes.

The battle was over quickly but they all knew it had only been a distraction. A minor scuffle to give Dark more time to get away. No one had any injuries, other than Warriors previously fractured wrist, so Time was happy for them to move forward.

"This is my era," Twilight finally announced. "We're in Eldin province. Kakariko village is just down this road."

Twilight pointed in a southerly direction along the road in front of them. And the others followed the line of his finger.

"It's not far. And there will be beds to sleep in when we get there!" He added.

This information was greeted with a great deal of relief and eagerness to get moving. Without further ado, the Chain set off between the canyon walls, their minds already ahead of them. Picturing all sorts of comforts that accompanied civilisation in their world.

Warriors fell into step with Twilight near the front of the group and spoke in a voice so low Twi almost missed it entirely.

"Don't suppose we might be able to get a bed alone in town?" He asked.

"Not sure. The hotel is more of a hostel. And the rest of the houses have inhabitants now. Don't worry, I'll think of something love." Twilight insisted, quickly reaching out to give Warriors hand a brief squeeze.

It took them less than fifteen minutes to reach the edge of town. Wild was agape at how different Kakariko was in Twilight's time compared to his. He missed the vibrant green and the clinking of the chimes blowing in the wind. There was wind here, but it was hot and dry. Clearly Death Mountain had a firmer grip on Eldin during this era.

Twilight lead the group through the town towards the hotel, where Renado was walking towards them along the wood plank walkway.

"Link?" He exclaimed, eyes wide at the sight of the young hero. "It's been months since you visited us here. Where have you been my young friend?"

Renado closed the distance between them and reached out a hand in greeting. The two men grasped hands then pulled each other in for a brief embrace.

"Renado, I've been away protecting Hyrule. But I think I'll be back for a short time. For tonight at the very least. My friends and I were hoping to stay," he explained, remembering the easy way he could talk to people from his own time.

Renado looked past Twilight at the other heroes. Hyrule gave him a little wave.

"Are they more of the rebels from Castle Town?" Renado asked.

"Sort of, they're adventurers too. We've been on the road a lot recently and we could all do with a decent night's rest. Do you know if there's enough room for us here?" Twi replied, gesturing to the hotel behind Renado.

"Oh yes, some visitors from the other regions were here a week ago on a diplomatic trip. But they left a few days ago. The town's been quite quiet again since they left. I'm sure the hotel will be able to find room for you and all your friends." Renado assured them, punctuating his sentence with a friendly confident smile.

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Room for nine heroes consisted of two large rooms with five beds apiece. Twi, Wars, Hyrule, Legend and Sky were in one room, with Four, Time, Wind and Wild in the other.

Twilight let himself drift off for a few hours to recover some strength, and to let his partner get some much needed rest. Around midnight he roused himself and trained his enhanced hearing on the other boys in the room. Satisfied they were all asleep, he crept across the candle lit room towards Warriors sleeping form in one of the opposite beds.

"Wars," Twi whispered, as softly as he could manage. "Wars, wake up."

Twi waited for Warriors to stir and open one eye before he continued speaking.

"If you want, meet me in the kitchen in five minutes. If you don't want to I'll go back to bed after that, okay?"

Twilight didn't wait for Wars to answer him he just turned and silently left the room.

In the bed beside Wars, Sky overheard Twilight's whispered instructions. His heart twisted with a pang at the thought of Wars and Twilight sneaking off together in the middle of the night. He'd begun to notice them spending more and more time alone together recently. Of course he hadn't said anything. It wasn't really his business. But by Hylia did he want to know if what he thought was happening, was happening. For tonight however, his aching body kept his curious mind firmly in his bed, tucked up beneath the blankets until he drifted back to sleep again. His dreams attempting to fulfil his fantasies.

Twilight was just about to go back upstairs to bed when he heard the kitchen door creak open behind him. The meagre light from the fire and the lantern in Twi's hand cast a warm orange light over Warriors form. He still had his sleep shirt on, but he'd pulled on trousers and boots to go out in. Wars had draped a blanket over his shoulders to defend against the evening chill.

"I thought you'd gone back to sleep," Twi whispered, walking forwards and pulling the blanket a little closer around Wars' chest.

"Nearly did, but I wanted to come see you more than I wanted to sleep," Wars replied, a hint of drowsiness still in his voice.

"Well it's nice to know where I rank in your list of priorities!" Twi chuckled.

He turned and walked towards the fire where a long wooden ladder was hung against the wall. Wars noticed it lead to a high window where moonlight was streaming through the small square.

"Hope you're ready for a bit of a climb," Twilight said over his shoulder. It's not hard, but this is the fastest way up to the cliffs."

Wars didn't ask why they were climbing the hotel in the middle of the night. But it was probably the strangest rendezvous the two of them had had thus far.

Twilight lead the way up the ladder while Warriors scurried up behind him. He followed Twilight out through the window onto a ledge on the outside of the building. Silently, they climbed up to the next story of the hotel. A flat roof allowed them to cross from one section to another, where a shallow slope helped them reached the next roof section. They carried on like this in silence, Twilight leading the familiar way up the building, with Wars behind him. As they moved, Wars couldn't help but glance up occasionally as Twilight's shirt rode up above the waistband of this trousers, exposing his ass beneath tight trousers.

Saving those thoughts for later, Wars looked up again to find Twilight standing on a ledge above him, holding out a hand. He took it gratefully and let Twi pull him the rest of the way onto the cliff top. With the hotel now behind them, Wars turned to look at Kakariko down below. The silent street and little houses still and quiet. Stars twinkle above as thin wisps of cloud passed overhead. The countryside and the mountain beyond, illuminated by the bright full moon. It was a beautiful night, it made him glad he hadn't gone back to sleep.

As rare as it was for the Chain to sleep in real beds, it was rarer still for two lovers to spend a night together. And on such a perfect night at that.

Warriors happily followed Twilight along the top of the ridge towards a point where he could see a gap in the rocks to their right. As they turned the corner a wall of warm air hit them as they stepped into a cloud of mist. It fought off the night air and dragged Wars forwards. He heard Twilight let out a deep sigh beside him as the warmth enveloped them both.

"Welcome to the hot springs. I thought we could relax up here for a while. No one else should be up here at this time of night, so we won't be disturbed," Twilight explained, as he took a step forward.

His movement disturbed the air and Wars followed in his footsteps towards the edge of an aqua pool bubbling away merilly. It didn't look very deep, but Wars wouldn't have minded if he could sink all the way to the bottom. After a moment Wars shook his head. He'd zoned out for a while without realising. Warriors blinked a few times before turning to his right to see where Twilight had gone.

What he found, completely brought him back to himself in an instant. Twilight stood completely naked, running a hand through his shaggy blond hair, his body highlighted by the moonlight. As he turned his gaze upon his lover, Twilight's eyes seemed to glisten as they reflected the starlight. He smiled at Warriors standing frozen to the spot, mouth a little agape. Twi couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him.

"You'll catch flies like that sweetheart," he said with a snorted laugh.

"Huh?" Wars replied, eyes still roaming over Twilight's body.

Twilight giggled at the single syllable response and stepped towards his drooling lover.

"Hyrule to Link? Are you still with me Link?" He laughed, cupping Warriors cheeks with his hands.

Warriors eyes met Twilight's, coming into sharper focus as he stepped into his space. The contact of Twilight's hands on his face felt warm and soothing. He sighed a little and smiled softly, allowing the superfluous blanket to slip from his shoulders.

"I'm here Rancher, I'm here." He said quietly, tipping his head forward to rest it against Twilight's forehead.

"Are you going to join me?" Twi asked, inclining his head towards the pools.

Wars followed his gaze then nodded.

"I'd like that."

"You need some help with those clothes?" Twi asked softly, fiddling playfully with the buttons on Warriors trousers.

"Hmm, if you don't hurry up with those buttons I'm gonna push you in that pool!" Wars warned playfully, giving Twi a dark teasing look.

Twilight laughed deep in his chest and turned his fumbling into a more concerted effort. Twilight pulled off Warriors trousers and boots and a moment later Wars pulled his night shirt off over his head. After throwing it onto the pile of their clothes and shoes, Wars went to flatten his hair out of habit. But Twilight caught his hand midair, with a soft grip.

"Don't," he uttered, "I like seeing you a little ruffled."

"Forgive me for wanting to look my best for you," Wars replied with a smirk.

"I don't care how you look love, so long as you're looking at me," Twilight muttered.

The breathy tone of his voice tugged at Warriors core. Fuck Twilight was turning him on right now. As Twilight stepped away, Wars followed, he didn't want to lose contact with Twi for a moment. But move away he did, stepping towards the pool and the inviting warmth of the water. Wars watched as Twilight took a step into the water. He waded in to just above his knees, his dick hanging just above the water. Then Twilight turned and held out his hand.

"Are you coming?" He asked.

Wars thought that question was a bit premature and he snorted a laugh at his own joke.

"For you darling, always."

Wars took hold of Twilight's outstretched hand. He followed Twi into the water, letting out a soft moan as the feeling of the hot water rolled against his aching skin. It was like stepping into a hot bath at the end of the worst day. Wars closed his eyes and waded into the water a little further. He felt the water rise up past his hips, smooth stone beneath his bare feet.

Twi was still holding onto Warriors hand and he lead him gently towards the deepest part of the pool. The water sloshed against their chests, leaving droplets splattering their shoulders and upper arms. When Warriors opened his eyes Twilight was still watching him with his soft gaze. Twilight smiled at his lover as he watched him surrender his aching body to the embrace of the water.

"You good?" Twi asked.

"Yeah," Wars nodded, "this feels amazing Twi. I'm guessing you've been up here before?"

"A few times on my adventure. Any time I was passing through Kakariko I tried to come up here to let myself take a break." Twilight explained as he ducked down a little to submerge his body up to his chin.

Wars mirrored Twi, lowering himself into the water. He felt safe enough with Twilight beside him that Wars decided to duck his head beneath the surface. He stayed down for a moment, listening to the rush of water over his ears. Enveloped in the blissful embrace of the steaming water, Warriors mind felt free of worry and strife. When he came back up for a breath, he frowned when Twilight wasn't still standing in front of him.

"I haven't gone far," Twilight's voice assured him from the side of the pool.

Wars pushed through the water to where Twi lounged against the side of the pool. Steam rose in plumes around him while the moonlight glinted off the water dripping from his torso. He was gorgeous and Wars could hardly take his eyes off him.

"Why didn't you just swim across? It's easier than wading." Twi asked with a frown. Briefly ruining Warriors picture.

Wars turned his face away as he stopped short of Twilight. Wars hoped Twi would assume the blush on his cheeks was from the heat of the water.

"I um, it wouldn't be easier for me," he said bashfully.

"Huh? Can't you swim?" Twi asked slowly, trying not to make it sound as though he was too surprised.

"I erm, I never learnt how," Wars replied sheepishly, keeping his distance as his eyes dropped to the water.

"Wow, that's kinda surprising!"

"Is it? I grew up in a city remember. No big bodies of water. And all my battles were land based. The need for swimming, just never came up," Wars explained, rubbing his bicep nervously as he spoke.

"I could teach you if you like?" Twi suggested, trying not to dwell on the negatives and give Wars something positive to think about.

He held out his hand and gave Warriors an encouraging stare. Wars let out a sigh and took Twi's hand. Twilight tugged Wars towards him and braced him with a gentle hand to his chest. He kept a soft grip on Wars' hand and leant in to kiss him. Wars sighed into Twilight's kiss and pressed himself closer to his body.

"I'd love that," Wars uttered, as he pulled away to catch his breath.

He reached up his free hand to trail a wet line along Twilight's jaw.

"But perhaps we could enjoy some other activities tonight?" He whispered, his words bringing out a flush in Twilight's cheeks. "I'm sure that's what you had in mind when you dragged me up here in the middle of the night."

A growl reverberated in Twilight's chest. His hands plunged beneath the water to find Warriors hips. Twi pulled Wars against himself possessively, digging his fingertips into Warriors skin. He always relished in the marks he left on Wars body. A subtle sign of their connection. Twilight wanted Wars closer, closer, closer. He didn't think he could be satisfied unless he and Wars were melded together somehow. His semi bumped against Warriors hip, the minor contact drawing out a moan.

"Someone's excited already," Wars observed, a teasing note in his voice. His own erection now trapped between them.

"You always excite me. I can hardly control myself around you these days," Twilight replied, his voice deep and husky with want. "Sometimes I wish I could just pin you down and fuck you senseless no matter where we are."

"The others might raise an eyebrow at that," Wars pointed out with a chuckle. "And I'm not sure the Sailor should be exposed to that just yet."

"I don't care anymore. I hate waiting for the moments when I can have you." Twilight responded, his voice sounding more and more desperate as his eyes drank in his lover. "Link, I... I need you."

"You have me Link, just take me," Wars whispered.

Spurred on by some blinding desire, Twilight pushed himself back onto a ledge at the edge of the pool. His waist and legs still below the water. He pulled Warriors up with him, planting his hands under Wars' ass while his lover straddled his lap.

Wars let out a surprised laugh at Twilight's man-handling of him. He'd never tell Twi just how much he loved it, but having his control taken away from him during sex only heightened his pleasure. For someone who always had to be in charge of every situation, every plan or strategy, Wars felt he could just let go with Twilight. He trusted Twi to take care of him and look after him. They had learned each other's limits and Twi knew how far he could push Wars. He loved him for it.

Wars bit his lip playfully as his eyes roamed over Twi's wet torso and up over his flyaway hair.

While his lips locked onto Wars', Twilight's hands set to work. His fingers found Warriors hole and he was rewarded with a perfect sultry gasp echoing in his mouth. Twi and Wars' eyes locked as Twi's middle finger started to rub up and down Warriors crack. He pressed against the tip of Wars' spine, eliciting more breathy moans. Wars continued to moan and gasp the more pressure Twilight added.

"Oh stop teasing me! By the three it's infuriating!" Wars groaned, throwing his head back at the delicious tease on his ass.

"But you look so stunning like this. And every little sound that comes out your mouth makes me want to fuck you even harder when I'm ready," Twi replied with a chuckle.

After a few more minutes of fondling, Twi pushed his finger into Warriors ass.

"Oooooh," Wars uttered, his back arching as he tilted his head back.

Twilight plunged forward and locked his lips around Warriors exposed neck. His wild side winning him over, Twilight let himself bite Wars ever so slightly. His canines nipping at the miscle at the juncture between Wars' neck and shoulder.

"Uh!" Wars gasped, one hand rushing to grip Twilight's shoulder and the other tangling in his hair. "That's - that feels so good!"

Twilight moved his focus slightly and nipped Warriors flesh again. He got the same reaction. Warriors startled cries fuelling his arousal. Twilight wanted Wars around his cock, to fill him with his seed. To hear him moan and scream and chant his name. Desperate to satisfy himself and his lover, Twilight returned his attention to the hand cupping Warriors ass. He added another finger to Wars' tight hole and began massaging the soft walls inside.

"Twi!" Wars breathed, his words barely audible. "Twi... Link... Fuck!"

"You want more sweet thing?" Twi asked, dipping his head briefly to suck at Warriors nipples.

"Oh fuck!" Wars huffed, tightening his grip on Twilight's hair.

The pull on his scalp was growing painful, but it gave Twilight something to focus on other than his erection. He leaned into the sensation when Warriors pulled his head in a particular direction. He let out his own breathy moans when Wars planted a wet sucking kiss against the skin at the base of his neck. The sweet feeling of the hickey pulled at his core and sent his senses reeling as Warriors repeated the action, once, twice more.

Twilight slipped a third finger into Warriors ass, pushing all the way down to his knuckles. Wars released his grip on Twilight's hair, his fingers reaching out into the air. His mouth dropped open into a perfect O and Twilight huffed a laugh at how perfectly his lover took his attentions.

"You love this don't you," he observed, slowing his fingers steadily to a stop, just flexing them slowly inside.

"Fuck yes," Wars replied, eyes closed as he savoured the feeling of Twilight's fingers inside him. His toes curled and uncurled in the water.

"You want more?" Twi asked, a teasing note to his soft voice.

"I always want more of you darling," Wars gasped.

He started gently rocking himself on Twilight's fingers, relishing the feeling of his ass stretching around Twilight's digits. Chasing the previous sensations which had been driving him insane.

"Would you like to ride my cock instead of my hand?" Twilight suggested, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Wars nodded, his wet bangs hanging over his face, partly blocking his view. Twilight removed his fingers from Warriors ass and reached up with his other hand to brush Warriors hair aside. Tucking his bangs behind his ear, Twilight's hand lingered on Wars' cheek for a moment.

"You're so gorgeous, I can't believe how lucky I am."

"Me?" Wars chuckled, "I've been spending all night thinking the same thing about you."

The two men laughed for a moment before coming together in a heated kiss. Warriors claiming Twilight's mouth with his tongue before biting his lower lip as he withdrew.

The passion between them slowed to a steady humm as Warriors lifted his body over Twilight's waiting cock. Twi held himself steady as he lined up with the Captain's ass. Wars lowered himself, hovering over Twilight's head, just brushing the rim of his hole. His eyes found his lovers, deep blue like the midnight sky around them, as Wars slowly lowered himself down.

Wars relished the feeling of being fingered, eager digits pressing blissfully against his sensative core. Stretching his hole with each finger added. Whereas Twi's cock demanded to fill every inch of Wars' insides. Sitting astride Twilight's lap, with his cock now deep insidde him, Wars felt a sense of belonging. He was Twilight's. The Ranchers own thing to use as he wished. Wars was just along for the ride.

As the warmth of the water surrounded them, easing aches and pains, Wars began to lift himself up. Feeling the drag of Twilight's cock against his hole.

"Mmmng," Twilight groaned, his head tipping back as his eyelids fluttered.

"Oh I love the way you fill me up. I could ride you for hours!" Wars cooed, his voice soft and loving. "Just wanna ride your cock until you fill my ass with your cum."

Warriors words seemed to bring Twilight back to himself a little. His wandering hands rooted themselves to Wars' hips, pinning the man to his lap. Twi locked eyes with Wars again as he began to thrust his pelvis upwards. Twi's cock seated deep inside Wars ass, the sensation of being fucked hard and fast felt incredible.

"Oh Link!" Wars cried out, his voice dulled by the steamy air around them.

"That's right, you're mine aren't you," Twi grunted, quickly changing the sound from a growl.

"Uh huh," Wars nodded emphatically. His hands draped lazily over Twilight's shoulders.

Water splashed and churned around them as Twilight continued to pound into Warriors. Occasionally he would remind Wars just how strong he was, as he lifted the slighter man up and down.

"Oh by the three!" Wars exclaimed, eyes squeezed shut as his jaw dropped.

Twi felt him clench around his cock and watched with satisfaction as Wars came between them. Streams of his thick cum mingling with the water. Wars clenched again and Twilight came with a stammered cry. His cock released inside Wars, filling him until he ran dry. The sensation stretched out Warriors orgasm as he felt himself filled with Twilight's cum.

"Oh fuck Twi!" Wars gasped, gripping Twilight's shoulders as he shuddered.

Twilight rode out his own high, finding Warriors cheek with his hand once more. He stroked Wars' face with his thumb, gazing into the bright blue eyes staring back at him.

They stayed that way for a moment, locked in each other's gaze until Warriors hips began to ache. Slowly he lifted himself off Twilight's cock and stood up on slightly shakey legs. Deciding it was probably not a good idea to be standing on wobbly legs in a deep pool of water. Wars walked to the edge and hauled himself up to sit on the smooth rocky edge of the pool.

Twilight turned his head to watch Wars push himself up out of the pool. His muscles taut and drpping with water as he turned to sit on the edge. Wars ran a hand through his wet hair before looking down at Twilight.

"What are you looking at gorgeous?" He teased, still trying to even out his breath.

"Hmm, a midnight snack perhaps," Twilight mused.

"A midnight snack?" Wars echoed, a little confused.

He frowned a little, catching Twi's attention. Twilight stood up, sending another small wave across the pool. He turned and crouched down in front of Wars. Twilight's hands ghosted along Warriors legs, resting on his upper thighs. He eyed the object of his desire for a moment before briefly tilting his head to look into Wars face.

"I've been working hard tonight. I've worked up quite the appetite!" He crooned, giving Wars a tintelating smile.

As Twilight's head dove between Warriors legs, the Captain let out a soft cry of pleasure. A cry which vanished into the silence of the night.

< Chap 5 : Chap 7 >

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ivpapaemeritusiv · 5 months ago

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Chapter 35: Can You Hear the Rumble That's Calling

Summary: In this chapter, Copia's choices come back to haunt him. The gravity of this revelation threatens not just his position within the clergy, but the very fabric of his life with Addeline.

Word Count: 3,600 Words

There is a big bombshell in this chapter! This was an exciting one to write because it seems as though everything has come full circle. Without giving too much away I'll just say that Papa has evened the score. SMUT (angry sex, p in v). Translations: Te lo prometto = I promise you

“Papa, Darling, I’m home,” Addeline yelled as she walked into the ministry. She pulled her luggage in behind her, crossing the threshold and wondering where everybody was. Usually, the ministry was quite busy. “Papa?” she yelled again. All at once, her children came running down the hall with arms wide open. A big smile took hold of the mother’s face as she leaned down to greet her little ones. Papa was trailing behind them, holding Meliora in his hands.

“Oh my goodness, hello my babies,” she scooped them all into a big group and embraced them tightly. She picked up the twins, one in each arm, and walked over to Papa Emeritus. Giving him a sweet kiss on the lips she greeted, “Hey there.”

“Hello, my love,” he said returning the kiss. He couldn’t help but notice the faint smell of a man’s bodywash on his wife as he took in her scent. It was very subtle but very apparent to him. The smell was familiar, “Did you have fun, Tesoro?”

“Oh yea,” she nodded, placing Cirice and Opus down on the ground, “But I’m exhausted. You know how that goes?”

“Yes,” Papa placed a hand on her belly, “Growing babies for your Papa has always made you very sleepy.”

She chuckled and looked at him lovingly, “Yes, it’s always a process.”

She began to walk off towards her bedroom, the children following behind her, when Papa called out, “I was hoping you’d allow me to tuck you in.”

The young woman stopped in her tracks. She was not in the mood to satisfy Copia after her long trip, although she was never one to say no to him. For that reason, she nodded obediently, “As you wish, Papa.”

Papa Emeritus addressed his children, “Alright, go find your nanny,” he announced, handing Meliora to his eldest daughter.

“My word!” The child exclaimed, “I don’t understand why you have the babies, and I must take care of the babies.”

Elizabeth, although still quite young at three and a half, was very mature and was easily able to herd her younger siblings around, “Come on you cheeky rascals,” she yelled.

Addeline watched as Elizabeth guided everyone down a separate corridor. She felt Papa’s hand on her back and let her body follow its guidance. Emeritus whispered in her ear as they walked, “I have been hungry for you, Amore.”

It made her feel a deep, internal shiver. He pushed her toward their room and quickly into its entrance. She couldn’t explain it, but she was nervous for him to close the door behind them. As soon as she heard the noise of the door click, she braced herself. Papa turned around to face her and slowly made his way toward where she stood. She matched each one of his steps, but in the opposite direction causing her to back up into the wall. Papa had her where he wanted her. Addy watched as he placed his hand against the wall, it hovered over her shoulder like a spider in a web. She closed her eyes at the touch of his nose pressed to the tip of hers.

“Be easy,” she whispered, grabbing her abdomen, a reminder to him of the baby she carried inside.

He let his hand rest on hers, so that they both held firm to her belly. There he held it while he let his other hand drift up Addy’s skirt. She winced a bit, quivering at the feel of his fingers slipping into her. He could feel her constricting, “You’re very tight today,” he said to her, as a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead.

“Yes, Papa,” she moaned.

Emeritus ripped the woman’s underwear clear off her hips. She yelped at the fabric’s resistance before it snapped in the man’s hands. He whisked her around and pushed her cheek into the wall while he hoisted up her skirt. She could hear him unbuckling his belt and she braced herself for him. It was always so much harder to receive him when she was with child.

She felt the tip of Copia’s cock pushing on her entrance. It would not go in. He pushed a bit harder with no progress. “Your sweet honey pot is being stubborn for me today,” he breathed down her neck, “Spread your legs, Tesoro.”

Breathing loudly, she obliged and let her legs depart a bit further from one another. Copia licked his hand and rubbed it against the hole he was trying to get into. He wanted more slickness so that he could more easily plunge into her without having to fight friction. In an instant she felt a “pop” and she knew that he had made his way in. He pushed up into her violently, causing her to cry out in surprise. She felt her baby bump being pushed into the wall and she tried using her hands to push away from the wall to keep some space between it and her stomach.

He was picking up the pace and she almost wondered if he’d forgotten to be delicate with her. She lost the battle she’d been fighting with the wall and crashed down onto it as Copia continued to rut into her, “Papa,” she cried, “The baby.”

The man was so close to bursting he barely heard his wife’s pleas. She had to try to escape his grasp for him to notice, “Papa, take me from the front, please!”

“I’m sorry, Tesoro, I get carried away when I’m deep into you,” he admitted as he turned her around to face him. He locked eyes with her momentarily before placing his hands under her arms. Even pregnant, Papa was able to lift Addy up off the ground. He hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips. She came back down onto the man’s cock, and he held her back against the wall. He thrusted reluctantly, digging into her thighs as Addy moaned into the air, “Is that better?” he asked.

“Yes,” she managed to say through the panting.

The man was trying not to drive himself all the way into her, knowing that she always found this particular part of pregnancy difficult. He couldn’t help wanting to hurt her in a good way, however. He pushed himself into her, hard and quick and reveled in her screams. She raked her hands down his back, “Papa! That hurts!”

He placed a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, but he could still hear her muffled begging under his palm. When a tear escaped her eye, he felt as though she’d had enough, and he pulled back a bit. Loosening his grip, he continued to rock back and forth more sweetly, much to Addy’s relief.

“Is that better, my Darling?” he asked, “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No,” she replied, “That’s much better.”

The Cardinal continued thrusting until the buildup finally came to a halt and he released with a thunderous roar. Addy, let her legs drop down gently to the floor one at a time. Her knees were so weak they buckled underneath her and she fell into Papa’s arms.

“Tesoro, are you quite alright?”

“I am, Papa,” she reassured him, “You overworked my muscles I suppose.”

"No," he began to explain, "It seems as though you are not pleased. You didn't cum."

"Oh, I'm just tired. And the baby has me feeling very bloated but it's my pleasure to please you. You may always use me as you will, Papa."

Emeritus giggled at this as he scooped her off the ground and walked her to the bed.

“You should rest now, darling. I must attend a meeting with the clergy, but I want you to get some sleep.”

This was a command Addy did not have to hear twice. She allowed her husband to tuck her in, and she closed her eyes as he placed a kiss between her eyebrows. She drifted off as he exited the room and hoped for dreams of her beloved.

* The Cardinal was in his office, preparing to depart when a knock sounded at his door. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the door ajar, "Ah, Sister Annaliese, please, come in."

"I hope I'm not interrupting," she said.

"Of course not, sister."

With her hands clasped, she approached the Cardinal and inquired, "Is Mrs. Copia home?"

The Cardinal chuckled and teased, "Why?” he said, removing his readers, “Were you seeking round two?"

Blushing, Sister Annaliese quickly clarified, "Oh, no, no, dear... I..."

"I believe Addeline is at a prenatal appointment," he shared, "Keeping up with her is a challenge these days. She's always chasing after the children or chasing after…" he trailed off, cautious not to divulge too much, "Well, never mind that."

"It must be thrilling to be expecting another child,” the young sister said.

The Cardinal smiled at her naivety, "Thrilling may not be the word with five already, but I am certainly looking forward to meeting the little one."

Annaliese nodded timidly.

"Did you need something from me, Sorella?” Copia was growing weary of small talk, “I was about to leave."

"I can see that it is an inconvenient time," she murmured, "I'll return later—”

"Speak your mind," Copia commanded firmly, causing her to startle.

"It's just that... I... Papa Emeritus my period did not come this month.”

The Cardinal's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing with the implications of this unexpected revelation. She was pregnant.

“Are you sure, Sorella?”

“Quite,” she replied, hanging her head in shame.

He reasoned that perhaps it was not Addeline after all who carried the fertility in their marriage, but him. Thoughts of the reactions of both Sister Imperator and Addeline swirled in his head, causing a mix of anxiety and fear. He knew that Sister wouldn't be pleased with him, and the idea of facing Addeline's wrath made him shudder.

“Cazzo,” he said, slamming his fist on the desk.

The young sister startled at this, flinching backwards with tight eyes, her breath catching in her throat, “I’m so sorry, Papa Emeritus. I didn’t mean to—”

“—No,” the Cardinal stopped her, “It is not your fault, Annaliese. It is my fault. I suppose I did not pull out quite fast enough.”

In that moment, he realized that he needed to gather his thoughts and come up with a plan. Taking a deep breath, he resolved to handle the situation with care and find a way to navigate through this unexpected twist.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention, young Sorella,” he sighed, “Let us keep this between ourselves for the time being, yes?”

She gave a nod and proceeded to exit the door slowly, leaving the Cardinal alone with his thoughts.

* The months passed, and Sister Annaliese grew noticeably larger. Her once slender frame now showed the undeniable signs of her condition. The clergy began to take notice, their whispers growing more frequent, as did Sister Imperator, whose sharp eyes missed nothing within the convent's walls.

Papa noticed it too, and as much as he wanted to pretend it wasn't happening, he couldn't ignore the undeniable truth right in front of him. His heart sank with dread at the thought of Addeline piecing everything together and uncovering the secrets he had desperately tried to keep hidden.

One afternoon, while Sister Imperator sat in her office, the ghostly figure of her lover appeared. "My Satan, Papa, you simply must learn how to make an entrance," she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Seestor, you're looking quite lovely today," Papa responded with a sly grin.

She rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Is there something you wanted, Papa? I'm very busy."

"Ah, yes," the man began, his tone shifting to a more serious note. "Seestor, I must bring to your attention something that idiot son of yours may be responsible for."

"And what is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued and her full attention now on him.

"Well, there is talk of the young sister being with child."

“Annaliese?” Imperator paused, pursing her lips as she raised her brows. She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, her mind racing to process what Nihil was insinuating. "I have noticed that," she admitted, her voice tinged with concern. She continued to ponder the thought, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Why, you don't think... Cardi? No! He would never."

Nihil's expression grew more serious, his eyes darkening with the weight of his words. "Of course he would. He is a descendant of my father. And of his father's father. And of his father's father’s father. And of his father’s father’s father’s father’s father. And—"

Imperator cut him off, her patience wearing thin. "Enough with the lineage, Papa. I will speak with our son about it.”

Nihil nodded solemnly, his face etched with worry. "It's a possibility we cannot ignore, Seestor. The bloodline carries both power and responsibility, and sometimes, it leads to unexpected consequences such as this. Why, remember what I did to you."

Imperator's mind raced, the implications of Nihil's words settling heavily on her shoulders. "We must tread carefully, Papa. If this is true, it could change everything."

“Of course, Seestor. I trust you to know what to do. Why, you’ve never made a mistake in my life.”

The woman got up from her seat and walked right through Papa Nihil. He gasped as she disrupted the molecules that made up his ghostly figure. For that split second, she was inside of him and they were one. The intensity and energy from it left him fulfilled and she emerged on the other side, her body tingling from the strange encounter. She didn't break her stride, however, her determination unwavering as she continued down the hall.

She walked graciously down the corridor on a mission to find her son. Her footsteps echoed softly against the cold, stone floors. Each step was deliberate, her posture regal and unwavering.

Sister Imperator's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more troubling than the last. The possibility that Cardi could be involved in such a scandal was almost too much to bear. She needed answers, and she needed them now.

She stealthily peeked around the corner, watching her son's family frolic in the mausoleum. Addy, almost nine months pregnant, was blissfully ignorant of the imminent discussion between Imperator and her husband.

"Cardi, may I have a word?"

"Oh, yes, of course," he replied, looking unsettled as he notified his family of his brief departure.

He trailed Sister down the corridor to the expansive office where they had met many times before. The door slammed, and she thwarted the Cardinal on the head.

"Ouch!" he cried out. "Why did you do that?"

"Sister Annaliese?" Imperator crossed her arms, "Did you knock that poor girl up?"

Copia looked confused, “What? Who?” he said massaging his head.

“You know who!” she screeched.

The Cardinal chose his words carefully, “Well,” he admitted, “I’m not exactly one hundred percent sure.”

Sister Imperator's eyes blazed with anger, “What do you mean you’re not one hundred percent sure?”

Copia looked at Sister Imperator, her expression stern and unyielding. It was clear that she meant business. The Cardinal took a deep breath, preparing himself to face the truth and the consequences that lay ahead, “I mean… I did sleep with her… but—”

“CARDI!” In frustration, Sister threw her hands up and spun in a circle, covering her eyes with her hands, “Does the mother of your children know of your impending offspring with the whore?”

“She’s not a whore,” Copia said, unaware of the sarcasm in his voice, “She was a virgin.”

“You have ruined that girl’s life,” the woman continued yelling, “She can’t stay here, “It’s an embarrassment to the clergy and to your family.”

The Cardinal was aware that she was correct, yet he couldn't ignore the situation's irony. Addeline had committed the same act, but it remained a secret for now. He pondered the consequences if the clergy discovered his wife had preempted him in such a task. It was a fleeting thought, as he was certain Addeline wouldn't see it that way if she discovered he’d been unfaithful. His heart raced as he grappled with the desire to safeguard both his wife and his reputation, while also striving to act honorably towards the young sister of sin.

“What do you suggest we do, Sister?” He asked for advice.

Sister Imperator scoffed, looking the man up and down in disgust, “I would have had her get rid of it; save face, but you waited too long for that, didn’t you?”

She could see a somber look on the man’s face and before he could say anything she scolded, “Oh come, Cardi. You’re a satanist for God’s sakes! You can’t really be pro-life.”

“I have six children mother, of course I am pro-life.”

Sister Imperator's words cut through the air, filled with disdain and judgment. The Cardinal could feel her disapproval, her disappointment in his choices. He looked at her with a somber expression, knowing that his beliefs and actions were being questioned.

He tried to explain himself, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and self-doubt. "I... I couldn't bring myself to ask a woman to end a life within her, Sister. Perhaps I am not the typical satanist you expect me to be."

But Sister Imperator was unyielding, scolding him for his perceived weakness. She expressed her hope that his son, Kaisarion, would possess a stronger will than his father. The Cardinal felt a pang of guilt, wondering if he was failing his family and his faith.

“She will be sent to a nunnery if they will have her,” Sister explained, “You will have to pay the girl to keep quiet, of course.”

“You’re right, she can’t stay here,” he agreed, “but perhaps I can make arrangements for her myself. I want to do the right thing.”

“Of course you do,” Sister scoffed, “I’d prefer you keep this from Addeline. We don’t need a scandal.”

He had no objections, of course. He would never tell Addeline if he could avoid it. However, just as he had discovered Meliora on his own, he feared that Addeline might eventually become aware of his extracurricular activities.

Sister Annaliese stood beside Papa Emeritus, her hands methodically stamping and sorting the papers he handed her. The rhythmic motion of their task felt almost like a conveyor line, each paper a step closer to completion. He tried to ignore the growing weight of her belly, which now protruded noticeably before him. After some time, Papa Emeritus could no longer ignore the change in her figure. His caring nature broke through the routine. "Sorella," he said gently, placing a warm hand on her belly. His touch was both a question and a comfort. "Tell me, how are you feeling?"

Annaliese paused, her breath catching slightly. She hadn't expected the sudden shift from work to personal concern. "I... I feel okay," she replied softly, her voice tinged with both exhaustion and gratitude, "The baby... he kicks sometimes. Makes me tired." Just then the baby kicked lightly, as if responding to the attention. Papa's hand jerked back at the sensation. The reality of the situation struck him harder than he anticipated.

"Annaliese, I regret that we will lose you. You have been a huge help to me; molto grande, dolcezza." Papa Emeritus's voice was filled with genuine sorrow and gratitude.

Annaliese smiled faintly and looked down at her feet. Sister Imperator had told her she would have to leave the ministry, and the news weighed heavily on her. A forlorn look overtook her face as she accidentally dropped a letter to the floor. "Scusa papà," she apologized, bending down to retrieve the paper.

Papa gently grasped her wrist and pulled her up. "Sorella, I will get it." He picked up the fallen envelope, dusted it off, and blew away the remaining particles before placing it on the table. He then captured Annaliese's eyes with his own, seeing the innocence that still lingered in her despite her condition. "Sorella, do you have any place to go?"

The woman shook her head, looking down in shame. "I am an orphan, Papà. I have no one."

"I am so sorry, Annaliese. This is my fault." Copia's conscience wouldn't let him abandon the woman. "I will take care of you and the baby if you will allow me," he said, his voice filled with resolve.

Annaliese could barely contain her excitement. Her eyes widened with joy, and a radiant smile spread across her face. She jumped up, clapping her hands in delight, and threw herself onto the Cardinal's lap. "Oh, grazie Papà! I knew you would not abandon us," she exclaimed, her voice trembling with relief.

Copia gently placed a finger over his own lips, bidding her to calm down. "I will help you to find a house. I'll buy it, I'll buy anything you or the baby needs. You only need ask," he assured her, though his mind was already racing with thoughts of how to conceal this from Addeline. "But dolcezza, you must be discreet."

Annaliese quickly composed herself, backing off and straightening her habit. Her demeanor shifted to one of professionalism as she nodded solemnly. "Sì, I will not tell a soul," she promised, her voice steady.

Papa took both her hands into his, his grip firm yet tender. "You cannot make trouble for me and my family, Sorella. Promise me," he implored, his eyes searching hers for sincerity.

"Te lo prometto, Papà! I promise!" Annaliese vowed, her voice unwavering as she gazed back at him with earnest determination.

His mind raced with the potential consequences, but he couldn't let Annaliese suffer because of his actions. He could feel the weight of his father's legacy pressing down on him, but he was determined to forge his own path. Copia's resolve hardened as he vowed to be the man his father never was.

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In a thousand Years

The Emperor was always a handsome man in appearance. He considered nakedness to be the most natural state (as a reminder of his admiration for Rousseau in his youth) and found it refreshing to be without clothes. He was attractive, even delicious, with his well-groomed, slim body, of which he was very proud of. And rightly so!

I was not a beauty when making love. My long limbs were simply impossible to control when I was in ecstasy. Eyes closed, mouth wide open, feet in the air, that was not a lovely look of a twenty-two-year-old! The Emperor, however, loved it. And nothing else mattered to me. Églée once explained to us that a beloved woman in bed is considered by her husband first as a whore and then as a saint. "Before he has you where he wants you, you are just a willing whore to him. But the moment he shoots his powder into you, you are an adorable saint to him!" Well, for the Emperor I was never a whore (I was his juicy peach!) but it actually happened that at the height of his pleasure he exclaimed: "...my sweet Adèle...I will make you a queen!...do you like that...a queen? Do you want that...I'll do it! I'll make you a queen!" When he was able to think clearly again, I gave him a mischievous smile. "What do you want to make of me, Sire?" But he didn't smile. "Exactly what I said!" There was no other person in the world who was capable of doing such a thing - making me a queen! But I had no ambition for a crown and I wanted him to know this. I caressed his lips with my finger. "Sire, I only want to stay your sweet Adèle!" We were lying naked in bed. The Emperor rested his head on his elbow and looked at me. "Don't you want to go down in the history books, Adèle? You are my love-interest...someday someone will know what we both did." I watched him as he tongued my right thimble. I thought that I had never seen a more beautiful Roman head than his. "I don't want to go down in the history books, Sire...and no one should ever find out about what happened between us. These moments belong to just the two of us!" He looked up at me from under his eyebrows. "You don't want people to talk about you in a thousand years? No?...maybe your modesty is a better philosophy of life! But not for me, that view comes too late. And I fear that everyone who crossed my path will find themselves in a history book, even those who don't deserve it!" He sucked my thimble again and while he was looking at me, he then said in a soft, dark voice: "...you are one of those who deserve it, Adèle... you give me something that no other woman has ever given me!" Oh, gloria, my heart rejoiced! It was the most beautiful thing he could have said to me! "My love for you has chosen me, Sire, to be incomparable! It's more than I ever wished for..." He bent his head towards my face, the tips of our tongues touching. "And I believe what you say, Adèle. You are honest, genuine, I love your naturalness... you don't have this need to please. The Empress is completely different...that's how she's always been. She wants to please me, at any cost! She is graceful... in bed, on the throne...she is always like a work of art. You, Adèle, are the most wonderful opposite of her, you are wild, passionately and...fidgety...in bed! You are honest, natural and still a little clumsy in love...ahhh, that really excites me! I'll teach you, ma douce,...and I'll be tough on you, you can be sure of that!" How did he know that I wanted this so much!!! He pinched my thimble and I squealed.

It was the first time that the Emperor opened up to me. He never spoke about his private life. When we talked, it was only about trivial things, or about me. Now he spoke for the first time about Joséphine and his marriage. "I think every day how wonderful it would be to have a child with the Empress. But she is forty-one now...I fear she can no longer have children." He paused, as if listening to himself. "Joséphine thinks it is my fault, but that is how true...I have already fathered a child!" What I heard was completely unexpected! He continued. "Four years ago I met a young countess in Italy...a beautiful girl. She had seen me on the first Italian campaign and had fallen madly in love with me. When we met again during the second campaign in Milan I took her into my bed and nine months later she gave birth to a girl, Faustina. My mother has seen the child, there is no doubt that it is mine!" It sounded sad, although it offered him such hopeful prospects. "And if you adopt the girl and marry her to a prince, Sire?" But the Emperor shook his head. "In my position that is not possible. For a dynasty, I need a legitimately conceived child, not a bastard! It may sound cruel, but that is how our world is." He looked at me sternly. "Adèle, where were you ten years ago? Why didn't you come into my life then?" Now he was digging into my past too. "Oh Sire, I was twelve then! What could you have done with me? I was not yet ready...for that." My hand was on his belly button and threatened to wander lower. "... but don't you know that a short time later I was already in your bed?" He tried not to show anything. "How can that be?" he asked. "When I was fourteen and came to Paris, Aunt Joséphine took me in...you know, rue Chantereine! You had just left for Italy. The first night I was allowed to sleep in Joséphine's bed, it was still warm...from General Bonaparte!" My hand wandered a lower. "Your little ass was already in my bed back then?" I pulled my hand away and grinned. "You naughty little beast!" the Emperor shouted laughing.

The art objects I had purchased had to arrived at the Allée des Veuves. Paintings of Scottish, Irish and Corsican landscapes. Beautiful vases, a tiger skin from India, Greek busts, of course also the great Macedonian! And all sorts of knick-knacks that we women like. But what made me most happy was the delivery of the little dancer figurine, my New Year's gift for the Emperor.

One afternoon, a few hours before the Emperor's arrival in the Allée des Veuves, the Grand Marshal picked me up in his black fiacre. Duroc wanted to take me to see the new furnishings in the house. I was happy to see him. "Well, Adèle...how do you like the house? Is everything to your satisfaction? Are there any suggestions for improvement?" I shook my head. "Oh Duroc, it's magical! I am deeply grateful, and so is the Emperor! I have some ideas though..." I thought of something else that I really liked. "Tell me what it is!" I took Duroc's hand and pulled him into a small salon that was not furnished. There was only a couch in it. "I would like to furnish an oriental room for the Emperor. Do you think he would like that?" Duroc had to smile. "You mean...a kind of harem?" Then he sighed. "The Emperor is familiar with Oriental customs, he has already been in a real harem when he was in Egypt. A copy of any kind of harem would perhaps be considered tasteless." Then Duroc looked straight at me. "Why don't you set up a small library for the Emperor? He would be very happy about it!" How glad I was to have Duroc. He knew the Emperor like no other! "Yes, a small library of Alexandria!" Duroc nodded. "With an oriental flair!" We got along just wonderfully. When we were back in the large salon, I poured Duroc a cognac. "There is something I need advice on, Duroc. Can I confide in you?" He took a small sip. "That's what I'm here for, Madame!" I sat down next to him. "It's about the Empress. She's trying to sound me out...wants to know if I'm in love and with whom. How should I behave?" Duroc looked at me for a long time and finally nodded. "That was to be feared, Adèle! I can only advise you to continue to behave inconspicuously. Don't give the Empress any reason to speculate. Because of her jealousy, the Empress sometimes sees ghosts where there are none. You only have to point this out to her discreetly and she will calm down." It seemed to be a tried and tested method of counteracting Joséphine's jealousy. Had the Emperor already had so many love affairs that his confidant Duroc was practiced in diverting his wife's suspicions? I knew he had a lot of affairs, but it was hard for me to deal with it properly, so I preferred to suppress it. "If there is any problem in this matter, please contact me, Adèle. The Emperor has instructed me to assist you in any case." I couldn't imagine Duroc preventing a marital crisis of the imperial couple that I had caused. "Do you think that could happen?" I asked cautiously. Before Duroc could answer, the front door opened.

The Grand Marshal stood up and took his bicorne under his arm. I left him standing, ran from the salon into the entrance hall and flew into the arms of the Emperor. He was wearing his black cloak as usual, and immediately dropped his hat to hug me. We kissed as passionately as if we hadn't seen each other for years. "My love...my darling!" I was a little breathless. He whispered something in my ear, I nodded vigorously. "So much!...so so much, yes!" He whispered something in my ear again that made me freeze with longing. The Emperor kissed me even harder, even wetter, even... Witnessing this spectacle was Duroc. Yes, he saw exactly what we were doing and I bet he saw our tongues! "It's good that you're here," said the Emperor, approaching the Grand Marshal with me in his arm. "...what did I hear? How long will the state banquet in the town hall last?" Duroc cleared his throat awkwardly. "Sire, the master of ceremonies estimated...six hours." I kept looking at the Emperor, I didn't want to miss a second of his sight. Duroc was nothing but air for me. The Emperor was annoyed, his expression grim. "Six hours...in ceremonial robes...with that feathered hat?! Six hours!...I can't even go piss with all that stuff on!" The Emperor looked at the Grand Marshal expectantly. "Sire, delegations from all arrondissements are coming..." Napoléon interrupted Duroc. "Six hours...good God!" But then he put his hand on Duroc's shoulder. "Well, it's not your fault. I'll just have to endure it!" He sighed deeply. "The ox is harnessed, now he must plow too!" He looked at me. Then he looked back at Duroc. "... but you'll allow me a small reward for this?! I demand two nights with Adèle!" Duroc's face showed relief. "The prospects for your wish are even better, Sire! I heart, that the Empress wishes to spend a few days in Malmaison in the near future. Orders have already given to heat the house!" I didn't know what that meant for me, but the Emperor grinned at Duroc. "Sounds excellent! Now go back to the palace, send me the fiacre at midnight!" Duroc clicked his heels together and bowed to the Emperor. When he had gone the Emperor put his arm around my waist. "So, now my sweet Adèle...let's take another close look at this mirror matter! You know what I mean, my lady?" I laughed. "Oh yes, Sire...I do!"

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iwouldn-tdothatifiwereyou · 18 days ago

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Hands Like God (18+)

Will Ramos x FTM!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N and Will were going to have shower sex, but sometimes things don't go according to plan. That's okay though.

WORD COUNT: ~3.8K ———

Will always looked a little funny with his hair matted to the top of his head with bubblegum pink hair dye, but it was funny in an endearing way. Like a usually fluffy tiny dog with its fur all stuck to its body after a bath. Y/N zoomed in on him sitting cross-legged on a giant black bean bag on the floor, massaging some fancy vitamin serum into his throat and neck, and snapped a picture.

GET U A MAN WITH A BETTER SELF CARE ROUTINE THAN U

He posted it to his "friends" story. Will glanced up at him, closing his previously slack and slightly open mouth. "Huh?"

"Cutie." He smiled brightly up at Y/N, showing all his teeth and the gum in the side of his cheek. He made a kissy face, which his boyfriend returned before turning back to his phone.

There wasn't really anything interesting happening on the world wide web (for once??) except for his TikTok fyp being fucking destroyed, just like everybody else's. Honestly, that was enough for him to put his phone down. Watching that ball of sunshine do absolutely anything (or nothing at all) was a great time all on its own anyways.

Will's tattooed throat moved in a practiced, smooth pattern, contracting and loosening. His adam's apple bobbed. Dark-inked fingers massaged into the muscles at the base of his neck. The guy had nice hands. With his height, obviously his hands were large. But they were sturdy, too, and his forearms were decently muscular. That was to say there were, of course, some less innocent benefits to watching his boyfriend do "anything (or nothing at all)."

Y/N made another kissy face, accentuating it with a loud kissing sound. "Come here, baby." If Will had ears, they'd have perked up.

Then he frowned playfully. "But you said—"

"Changed my mind. I want my baby on top of me, please." Will simpered at his victory. Y/N had made such a big deal about him staining their (brand-new second-hand) couch the last time he'd dyed his hair. He'd never be able to keep the man off the couch during hair sessions again.

A small price to pay, the shorter man supposed, for a grinning Will on top of him, legs straddling his waist and hands cradling his jaw delicately. He would never understand the amount of energy this man had on a near-constant basis (well, after his morning routine). He smiled back, making a contented, breathy noise. Will's thumbs brushed lightly across his cheeks, the other fingers trailing up into his hair.

"Kiss me?" Y/N asked.

"Anything." Will rested his forehead against Y/N's for a second, the cold hair dye barely touching his undyed hairline, before tilting his head and pressing their lips together, firm and gentle and just-barely-open. His breath was warm. Y/N opened his mouth more, turned a bit, now their mouths were molded together.

His hands absentmindedly trailed up to hold onto Will's hands as they continued to kiss, tongues sliding slowly against each other. Y/N had always loved kissing, but kissing this man... was another experience altogether. Perfection, if he was being perfectly honest. He could stay here for hours.

The alarm went off. Time to wash out Will's hair dye. Y/N groaned, gripping his boyfriend's hands tighter. "Stay."

Will turned off the alarm, pressing another quick kiss to his pouting lips. "Come with me," he suggested, grinning sweetly.

"Hmm, I'd love to. But it'll be cold. Bad for my joints."

"You can get in after my hair's all washed out," Will contended, eyes big and pleading. "I'll make it nice and hot for you."

Y/N snorted, rolling his eyes so hard his head spun for a second. His boyfriend's stupidly cute face was still grinning at him when his vision readjusted. "I can't believe you." (Yes, he could.) Something still bloomed in his chest despite the genuine ridiculousness of what he'd said.

"Sooo?"

As if it wasn't obvious, Y/N pulled him in for another kiss. Because, again, he fucking loved kissing. And he especially loved kissing his boyfriend. "Lead the way, sweetheart."

Will hopped up off the couch, his usually animated hair barely moving with the weight of the product in it, and pulled Y/N with him. The hallway in their current apartment was barely even a hallway, which meant the bathroom was no more than twenty steps away. That made it a much better apartment layout than their last place, because even the last couple of steps started to make Y/N's feet ache from the cold tile. As soon as the door was closed and they were standing on the bathroom carpet, ever the needy golden retriever boyfriend, Will pressed a kiss to Y/N's lips, then another to his cheek, and another, and another, trailing down his neck. He sighed contentedly, eyes fluttering closed.

Y/N let Will continue for a minute, arms wrapping around his boy's neck and taking delightful note of the growing boner twitching and hot against his thigh. He giggled breathily. Will nipped at his earlobe, sensitive from the recent gauge upsizing, and he shuddered. What had they come in here to do again?

Right. "Baby, hurry up." The faster this pretty boy rinsed his hair out, the sooner they could get their hands on a lot more of each other. Y/N brought his hands down between them and tugged Will's cotton tee up over his head hastily. There was a little bit of complaint when their lips disconnected, Will's pupils already blown wide and his cheeks a pretty red. He quickly caught on, though, and the rest of his clothes were gone soon after.

Y/N clung back on to Will's naked body, grabbing at the little bit of fat on his hips (it was really mostly his ass, which was never something to complain about) and nosing at the lines of his unfinished back mural. The faucet was running hard now. Will reached over and lifted up the faucet piece to turn on the shower, moving forward to step into the tub and squeezing Y/N's hand in one of his own.

Y/N let go reluctantly. He bundled up in the fluffy towel hanging on the door and huffed petulantly, staring at Will with big eyes.

"I'll be quick, promise, love," Will reassured him. He turned around and kissed Y/N's forehead sweetly, carding one set of fingers through his hair. Y/N still pouted, but he squeezed Will's ass and then patted it playfully, provoking the man to shoot him a cheeky smile.

Will's body was facing him as he washed his hair out under the faucet, shivering. His sturdy but still fucking towering stature was always something to marvel at on its own, but Y/N could spend hours tracing his fingers along those gorgeous tattoos. Or paint markers, if he was feeling particularly artistically inspired. Or his tongue...

"Earth to Y/N." Y/N blinked, looking back up to his boyfriend's face. There was a knowing glint in his eyes. That used to be something that got him all sweaty and nervous, afraid to fuck up. Now, he was dropping the fluffy towel and his clothes in an instant, climbing clumsily into the shower. And Will had two handfuls of his ass and a mouthful of his tongue just as quickly. Y/N backed him up against the tiled wall, pressing their bodies as close together as he could, somewhat out of the spray.

One hand went straight to Will's hair. Will really didn't ask for much, but he loved hands in his hair, and truly, Y/N could never deny such a perfect man. His other hand reached up to tweak at Will's recently blacked-out nipple. The response made his stomach curl in delight—Will's head tipped back against the wall and he made an absolutely filthy, high-pitched sound with that unfairly angelic voice of his, dick sliding against this inside of Y/N's hot thigh as his hips canted forward needily. Will's nails were short, but they still dug deliciously into the meat of his ass.

Instead of trying his damndest to stand on his tiptoes to continue making out with this 6-foot giant, Y/N made use of his exposed, inked neck. He kissed at the petals of the hibiscus blooming under Will's jaw, sucking a tad too gently on it to leave a bruise—he didn't want to ruin the gorgeous artistry, even temporarily, but it was enough to make Will start yapping. Ah. There he is.

"Y/N, I-I can't—I need—please, baby, I need to feel you." Y/N trailed his mouth down to just below his adam's apple, nipping gently. He needed it too, but it was always so much fun to make the poor boy wait...

He almost felt bad.

Will was needy, but getting him this whiney was a treat. That guilt was masked so easily by familiar, floaty giddiness. "Yeah?" he teased, grinning. "Tell me about it, sweetheart."

Will took the invitation immediately, kneading both handfuls of ass and craning his head down to start kissing sweetly at Y/N's bare neck, talking right into his skin, regardless of how intelligible the syllables were. The shorter man heard at least half a dozen muffled "pleases" and a couple "so bads," along with a bunch of indiscernible sounds that got washed away by the shower.

Y/N was going to make him continue, not quite satisfied.

But his boyfriend's soft lips trailed across his neck and shoulder. He shivered, sighing contentedly. Any plan for more teasing or stalling fizzled out as soon as Will's lips and hot breath brushed against the shell of his ear. "Please... I'll treat you so sweet, darling," he promised, purposefully adding that rumbly edge to his words that always made Y/N's thoughts spiral.

"Come on, then," he murmured against the ink in Will's skin, pressing their hips flush together, and Will's dick continued to smear a mixture of bodily fluids against Y/N's leg. He readjusted his feet on the cold floor of the bathtub, heels beginning to ache from the hardness of the tile. "Lay me down and show me how sweet, good boy."

Sometimes there was preamble; one of them would teasingly, painfully slowly drop to their knees, or make a show of trailing their hands or lips down the other's torso.

There was no such thing right now. Will slid down the wall, kicking Y/N's feet wider as he pulled the man down to sit on his lap. His cock stood proudly, shiny and pink, leaning slightly against the crease of Y/N's thigh. Tattooed fingers migrated from one of Will's favorite parts of Y/N's body to, arguably, the most magical place on earth, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the shaft of Y/N's t-clit and pushing two fingers knuckle-deep into his pussy. Y/N's mouth fell open, wholly gawking at the ceiling in heated surprise. His fingers wrung tightly into Will's drenched curls.

Will whimpered as he kissed the skin under Y/N's ear, nosing at his gauge just to make him shiver as he curled his fingers up and began to slide them in and out in a slow, grinding rhythm. "Call me a good boy again," he whispered, "please."

He never did ask for much and, really, who was Y/N to deny such a sweet request? He rocked his hips forward onto those perfect fucking fingers, moaning at the way Will's finger pads dragged firmly across his g-spot. "Fuck, you are—such a good boy. Make me feel amazing, Will, baby." He gasped as Will sucked a hickey into his neck.

"More," he demanded, pushing his thumb down meanly on the tip of Y/N's clit as he added a third finger, fucking him slow and deep. Y/N stammered, lightheaded and eyes barely open.

"M-my good boy," he panted, his hands sliding down to cup either side of his boyfriend's face. His brown eyes were blown wide and his cheeks were almost drunk-blush pink. "Such a perfect boy... doing so good." He meant it. Fuck, he meant it so much. "Best boy, m-my sweet boy—"

Will pressed their foreheads together. "I wanna fuck you so bad, Y/N..." he begged.

"Fuck me."

And fuck preamble too, apparently. Will licked into his mouth, gripping both of his thighs hard enough to sting, and whined as Y/N sank down onto him. His knees and feet were already starting to ache against the tile, but he could last a little bit longer, as long as his hips were fine. He was too breathless to do anything about it anyways. He sucked on Will's tongue, tilting his head to try and deepen the kiss, regardless of if it was even possible to get any closer at this point. His hands trailed back into those gorgeous, soft pink curls, threading his fingers through them lovingly and tugging every once in a while to make Will moan.

It was so endearing, the care this sweet boy took to be gentle, especially when he was whining so pitifully. Clearly wanting nothing more than to fuck up into Y/N like a fleshlight. Not that he would mind that (if his knees were cushioned a little more).

He winced, one side of his hip and the corresponding knee popping as he lowered himself again. Will's hand went to soothe it instantly, massaging the surrounding flesh. He kissed the side of Y/N's mouth before pulling away to look him over. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry." Y/N shrugged apathetically. "Here..."

Will leaned forward, gathering Y/N up in his arms and standing up slowly, water dripping down their faces. Y/N pouted as the new angle dislodged his boyfriend's cock, leaving him empty. He slid his arms around the man's neck, mouthing softly at whatever part of him was most accessible. "We can go finish this on the bed, yeah?" Will suggested, kissing his hairline. He turned off the faucet.

Y/N agreed, nibbling on his collarbone. He'd be purring if he could as Will wrapped both of them in one of their giant beach towels. He reached out to turn off the bathroom light and fan when they passed the switch, and then Will waddled them across the tile living room floor to their bedroom on the other side of the apartment, probably leaving wet footprints the entire way.

He scrunched Y/N's hair in the towel to soak up some of the water and then coaxed the man out of his arms and onto the bed to dry off the rest of his body, before drying himself off. Y/N took the time to stare at all the ink. Tattoos he'd had for years, some that he'd gotten no more than a year ago. The newly finished spiral design on his chest and stomach that finally stopped peeling last week. Y/N would spend hours unquestioningly mapping out those tattoos, completely devoted.

When Will came to join Y/N on the bed, he brought a green tube of something. He squeezed out a shiny, golden liquid onto his fingers. Y/N looked at him, quirking an eyebrow.

"Shh, lay on your stomach for me." Y/N didn't really plan on having his ass fucked today, but honestly, he wasn't complaining. He rolled from his side to his stomach, laying his head down on one side so he could see his boyfriend walk towards him out of the corner of his eye. Will made a kissy face at him, which he returned. Then he reconsidered, twisting his body and craning his neck to get an actual kiss.

Whatever was on Will's fingers was warm and also his hands were unexpectedly back on Y/N's hips instead, squeezing his love handles as he situated himself with knees on either side of Y/N's pliant body. The smaller man made a questioning sound, which turned into a satisfied hum as Will leaned over him, rubbing and groping at his hips and thighs and ass while he pressed soft, wet kisses onto his back. He was melting into the orthopedic mattress in seconds, pushing his ass up shamelessly into Will's kneading hands.

Will giggled into his neck, thumbs digging methodically into the crease of his ass.

Y/N's boyfriend was unfairly good at this—which he of course already knew, had already experienced the man's hands on his body an absurd and incalculable amount of times. And who could blame him, when he always insisted so earnestly that he needed to be closer to Y/N? But he was never fully prepared. His eyes fluttered in satisfaction as Will's ministrations continued to soothe the aching in his hips.

"Fuuuck."

Curly locks of hair tickled his neck. Will kissed the corner of his open mouth. "Yeah?"

Y/N responded with another deep, pleased sigh and a nod. He had half a mind to keep talking; he knew that Will was a yapper and he loved to have somebody to talk to during sex. But then the head of Will's cock was pushing up against his thigh, dangerously close to his pussy, and all he could do was inhale sharply and try to open his legs a little bit wider.

Will's teeth grazed Y/N's skin as he grinned against his neck, hot cockhead now pressing right up against his wet hole. "So needy," the man murmured against his skin, sweet and loving and fucking sultry. He shivered.

A weakly argumentative "you" was all he could manage to reply with, which only made Will grin wider. He couldn't deny the accusation, obviously, even if he cared to. Especially not with the way his hands were continuing to roam and squeeze and knead at every available inch of flesh, leaving warm, slick handprints behind. Especially not as he slid deep into Y/N's cunt, making them both groan.

Maybe Y/N couldn't spur him on, give him much to work with in terms of conversation, but it wasn't going to stop Will from talking his ear off anyways. As he started to move, the pace slow and sweet, he trailed his kisses up the side of Y/N's head, nibbling on the shell of his ear. "I can't help it, prince," he admitted, "when it's so easy to get you under me in the first place."

Y/N sighed again, face and ears burning in embarrassment. But he nodded, because no matter how he spun it, Will was right.

"I know I'm right. Look at you, baby. I get on top of you and suddenly you're too cock-drunk to say anything."

Will-drunk was more accurate, he thought. It was like his boyfriend was the only thing that existed, an all-consuming experience with hands like god. He wouldn't be surprised if, after this, he could never think about anything but Will's breath panting hard in his ear and saying anything that comes to mind, Will's cock filling him up over and over and his tattooed fingers working expertly to relax his joints like he never wanted to do anything else with his hands, like he meant it. Will.

They slowed down for a second, and Y/N made a pathetic sound of complaint. Will shushed him, pressing kisses to his temple and cheekbone as he wrapped his arms around the smaller man's torso and pulled them both onto their sides, giving him easier access to the front of Y/N's body. As his pace steadied out again, their hips flush together, he massaged Y/N's abdomen and the inside of his thighs. The residual heat of the warming substance on Will's fingers and palms was as delicious as ever.

The constant, adoring attention rendered Y/N speechless, breaths that were pushed out in whiney vocalizations the only noises that came out of him.

The pad of Will's thumb rubbed at the head of Y/N's clit insistently. "Will," he whispered weakly, voice trembling. He was so close. He leaned his head back onto his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Yes, cariño?"

Y/N didn't know at first, pausing like he hadn't figured out what to say past this point. Will kissed his cheek, and it was then that Y/N decided what he wanted. He turned his head, the back of it being somewhat cradled by Will's shoulder, and kissed him with an open, needy mouth. Will hummed contently, still kneading Y/N's thigh in one hand, pulling it back to hang over his own leg.

The new angle was intense, almost too much. He groped blindly around until he found Will's wrist and gripped it like a vice, panting and whining into his mouth. When he came, it started out slow, barely there. And then a few seconds later, it crashed through him, so overwhelming his face scrunched up and he sobbed. Will cooed at him and continued to grope and massage his body lovingly, encouraging the shaky, needy jerking of Y/N's hips.

"Fuck, baby," he mumbled. He grazed his teeth along the shell of Y/n's ear. It felt like a kick in the gut, hot and overstimulating and so good. "You're doing such a good job for me."

Damn right, he was.

"Can I ask you for one more thing, my sweet boy?" Will asked, neediness evident in the strain of his voice.

Will didn't ask for much. Truly, who was Y/N to deny him, even if his limbs were deadweights attached to him and his pussy was beginning to ache? He whispered out a tired "uh-huh," mouthing against his jaw absentmindedly.

Will grinned ear to ear, whispering things so muffled and breathless that Y/N could barely understand him. He just followed obediently as his boyfriend tugged him to sit on his lap, pushing his face into the sheets, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth already. His cunt contracted and quivered, but he could take this. Will's thrusts were getting faster anyways. It wouldn't be long.

Y/N's boyfriend was nothing if not a fucking yapper. Y/N was far too gone to catch most of it, but that didn't stop him from showering the smaller man with praise and affection as he thrusted quicker into him. Tattooed hands continued to roam across his body, squeezing, kneading, scratching.

If Y/N wasn't already so exhausted he'd take a mental note to ask for a few pictures of the aftermath later. But Will's movements were already slowing down, arms coming around to wrap around Y/N's body and pull him flush against his boyfriend's chest as he came.

They both panted hard. Will gathered Y/N's trembling figure up in his arms, placing endless kisses along his neck and shoulders. Y/N sighed, satisfied and floaty. He reached up to scratch through Will's hair.

"Love you, baby."

"Love you." ———

this man is making me genuinely unwell

also there's NO trans lorna shore fans and NO trans-catering lorna shore fics 😭 which i'm gonna be honest is why i cranked this out so fast. it will probably never happen again but I HOPE YOU ENJOYED

#will ramos #will ramos fic #lorna shore #deathcore #metalhead #ftm nsft #nsft fic #ao3 fanfic #im so gay #lorna shore fic #lorna shore fandom

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yellowgreendinno · 1 year ago

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Gauche/Marie Adlai headcanons

The door to his room, against popular belief, does not have a Marie carving in it, but its still recognizable. Its a wooden... thingy. nobody knows how to get in. Except Gordon and Grey. One day, Grey was gonna go talk to Gauche into his room, and Vanessa happened to be in the hallway, and saw Grey crouching down on the floor. She knocked thrice, and pushed. When the door moved VERTICALLY, Vanessa realised the door was a fucking mirror. A full body mirror turned around and used 👏 as 👏 a 👏 door 👏 so it can be pushed to the other side, right? here's where Gordon comes in. He just runs and jumps up, kicks the upper part with his feet and goes in without knocking. When Marie grew up and visited Gauche at the HQ, she was smart as fuck. She twisted a thingy the mirror had on the side, and it disconnected itself from one side, making it a door. Nobody knows aside from Gauche, though.

☽☽☽☽☽☽☽☽☽☽☽☽☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾

Gauche is able to resist Marie's eye magic. And Julius was like OmAiGodEyEMaGic. Gauche did not hesitate.

Marie had resembled child innocence, but as she grew up, she took after her brother's resting bitch face when she wanted.

She and Gauche are very similar in personality, know each other's favourite things, they have inside jokes...

like this one time, Marie told bullies as a kid that "my brother's a magic knight and he'll put you in jail" so now whenever anyone annoys Gauche after Marie became a magic knight he'll say "and my sister's a magic knight and she'll put you in jail".

Gauche has a shirt Theresia gave him that says "Mad Man", so Marie got one that says "I'm with Mad Man"

They prank Theresia to piss her off.

And they both know Mereoleona and Fuegoleon to a personal level.

Gauche's mirror eye was caused my Marie.

When she was a baby, she couldn't control her eye magic, so she basically made Gauche's eye turn into a mirror as a combination of eye and mirror magic.

Marie joined the Coral Peacocks squad, and whenever she hears there'll be a joint mission, she crosses her fingers and prays to gods above for it to be with the Black Bulls.

Both of them became really busy people, but once a month they go to park in their hometown to chill out

She knows Nash and Recca, both magic knights themselves.

Once, Marie heard the famous "Gauche, you hurt Grey and I'll hurt you" and Marie said "No, you hurt him and I'll hurt you" and slapped her across the face.

Gauche knows how to sing. Like he knows how to sing. Its a sight only Marie has seen, but if you hear him, you'll fall in love.

Which takes me to the next point, Marie also knows how to sing, and they both play various instruments, so they often do music duos with songs they wrote together in a treehouse in their hometown.

They sound something like the Bon Iver band and Taylor Swift, but younger.

She understood Gauche's reason to protect her so much over time, and ended up protecting him as well.

They have nightmares about the day Gauche almost died at the same time.

They just feel it, and Marie just waits at the door of the church and Gauche takes a broom there, and they ask "are you okay?" at the same time its so cute ^_^. Then they fly in their brooms (Gauche has an amulet Marie gave to him and she has a piece of Gauche's old shirt tied to it, mind you) to their old treehouse.

In Marie's fifteenth birthday, Gauche gave her a box full of their mother's clothes.

Marie didn't like Grey at first, she thought she'd take her big bro away.

#marie adlai #black clover #gauche adlai #gauche black clover #marie black clover #gauche and marie #gauche x grey

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lilyevanstan1325 · 1 year ago

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🔥 Dangerous Game 🔥

Chapter 20

Bucky POV

I stretch my arm to the right, my hand touching the soft cotton sheets but without success.

What I'm looking for is not there.

I slowly open my eyes only to realize that the room is barely illuminated by the first rays of the sun.

I yawn rolling onto my back and extending my arms upwards.

After a few minutes I decide to get up and grab my phone from the top of the nightstand to check what time it is.

It's six in the morning.

I yawn again.

I would have liked to have slept a little longer, after all I think I fell asleep no more than three hours ago.

After a long and rewarding session of wonderful and wild sex.

I go out of the bedroom to look for her, the bathroom is empty as well as the kitchen.

The hut on the lake is immersed in dim light and silence.

I roll my eyes smiling.

I already know where I will find her.

I go out of our small alcove immersing myself in the sweet and crisp air of this morning in late August.

A few meters further on, sitting on a large blanket by the lake, there is her.

Amaya.

The red hair illuminated by the first light of the morning sways moved by the light breeze that comes from the lake.

She is wearing one of my t-shirts, on her body so small and slender it falls widely leaving one of her shoulders completely uncovered.

She sits cross-legged and right between them Alpine dozes peacefully.

I never thought I could be jealous of a cat.

That little traitor seems to be madly attracted to Amaya.

He follows her everywhere, always looking for contact with her.

She is absentmindedly stroking the little cat's head while her gaze travels lost who knows where.

My little robin is getting more and more beautiful.

I stop for a moment to observe her.

These two months we spent in Wakanda were the best of my life.

No worries, no trouble.

We spent our days lazing around, lost in each other.

Spending entire nights having sex or simply sitting by the lake and gazing at the stars.

We have found our harmony and we are building our story brick by brick.

No more secrets.

No more lies.

In short, we are trying to build our future in a mature way.

And God only knows how irremediably in love with this woman I am, by now I know for sure that I will never be able to do without her in my life.

And this thought, annoying as a woodworm, is there.

Present and fixed in my head.

I want her for the rest of my life.

And I would like to tell her but I'm terrified of the idea of screwing everything up.

I slowly approach her.

"Again?" I whisper, lowering myself behind her and sitting down.

I lower my face to kiss her bare shoulder.

Since we are here every morning before dawn Amaya gets up and with a blanket sits by the lake to watch the sun rise.

Amaya turns her head, smiling at me so sweetly that I feel my legs turn to jelly.

She tilts her head back just enough for our lips to touch.

"Good morning to you too Sergeant" she whispers to me and then kisses me again but this time with more passion.

Her tongue slowly slides inside my mouth massaging mine gently.

Slow and sensual movements.

I feel the blood literally splashing in my brain.

Is it possible that this woman, with just one kiss, is able to make me touch the sky with a finger?

Amaya ends the kiss and a whine leaves my lips, she laughs and shakes her head.

My arms wrap around her hips and her hands slide over mine and then make our fingers intertwine delicately resting on her belly.

Her eyes, green like emeralds, shone slyly.

"You are really insatiable Barnes" she whispers captivating an inch from my lips.

"Oh Snow I'll never be sated of you" I answer kissing her again.

Amaya laughs, settling herself better in my arms and resting her head on my chest.

I kiss her temple and then I lean my chin on her bare shoulder, lowering my gaze to Alpine who, as if he perceives my gaze, raises his little head giving me a look that I could almost define irritated.

Sometimes this cat scares me.

"Hey don't look at me like that!I was there before you arrived.Traitor" I whisper stroking him behind his ear.

Amaya laughs again.

"I told you he likes me more" she teases me.

"He is a gourmet when it comes to women.Just like his owner" I tell her in her ear.

I can't see her face but I'm sure she's rolling her eyes.

The silence, interrupted only by birdsong, envelops us giving us a feeling of well-being.

Peace.

Amaya sighs.

"What's going on robin?"

"I'm going to miss this place" she whispers, letting her gaze wander all around her.

"If you want we can stay"

Amaya slightly shakes her head.

"You know very well we can't.It's time to go home.New York awaits us.Nick needs me.Our friends need us"

I sigh in turn.

I know she's right but it really hurts me to leave this place.

"I know doll"

"But?"

I laugh.

This woman knows me all too well.

"I will miss what we had here.It was all so fantastic and..."

"But this is not real" Amaya interrupts me.

Her words hit me like a slap in the face.

I move away from her body, moving uncomfortably.

"What...what do you mean?What was here, between us, isn't it real?"

Amaya grabs Alpine and carefully lays him down beside her and then turns and kneels between my legs.

"James is not what I'm saying" she looks me seriously in my eyes.

"I love you and we had a wonderful time here but this is not real life.If we want it to work we have to go home and try to fit our relationship with work and everyday life" she explains to me softly wrapping her arms around my neck.

I know she is right but the fear that once we return home the past will overwhelm us with all its fury is great.

I can't deny it.

"You're right"

"I know.I'm always right" she chuckles amused.

I join in her laugh and then kiss her again.

The first rays of sunlight illuminate the pink-hued sky pouring out onto the lake, making it shine like a multi-faceted diamond.

Amaya is beautiful in front of me, her green eyes seem to shine with their own light.

I am in a place of surreal beauty and in my arms I hold the woman of my life.

And without being able to restrain my lips, the words roll down my tongue inexorably.

"Marry me"

I know I shouldn't have told her but I haven't been able to hold back.

The smile on Amaya's lips seems to petrify and slowly fades, leaving room for a whirlwind of emotions.

"What?What did you say?" she asks, laughing nervously.

"I said marry me Amaya.Marry me and let's have a baby" I repeat, now aware of having dropped the bomb and of not being able to pull back.

Did I say it on impulse?

No.

It's something I've been thinking about for a while.

Amaya shakes her head walking away from me.

We sit facing each other in silence.

"You can't be serious Bucky.We've only been back together two months ago.It's too early to even think about marriage.Have a child is..." she stammers, accompanying the words with a nervous laugh.

But I'm not laughing and she realizes it.

I think she is realizing right now how serious I am.

"No Bucky, no.I am damaged...we both are.Together we have found peace but I do not consider myself so selfish as to have a child.That...what I did...my hands got soiled with too much blood.What life could I ever offer a child?What example could I ever be?"

Amaya shakes her head nervously as if she wants to free herself from the nonsense I told her.

"Are you telling me Amaya?You know who I was.You know who I've been.And that's why I just want a normal life.A wife, children" I reply feeling pervaded by anger.

I get up with my back to her, directing my gaze towards the lake.

I feel my eyes fill with tears from the weight of her rejection.

It hurts.

Damn it if it hurts.

I feel her little hand rest on my shoulder.

"Bucky..."

"Do you know what my dream was Amaya?" I interrupt her abruptly, turning to her.

She withdraws her hand and shakes her head.

"I dreamed of coming back from the war, getting an honest job and marrying a good girl.But this opportunity was taken away from me.I believed for more than seventy years that there was nothing for me...but then you came.All I want is to marry you and buy a house to fill with children and dogs.Nothing more" I murmur feeling defeated.

Her eyes fill with tears and her hands rise in search of mine, when she finds them intertwining our fingers and lifting up on her toes she leaves me a sweet kiss on my lips.

"Listen to me James.We've been through a lot, we've only recently been together"

"Why doesn't what we had before coming here to Wakanda no longer matter to you?What was there before everything fell apart?"

"Of course it matters!And that's why we have to take it slow.Even if you believe that this is the case, I assure you that we are not ready for what you are asking of me"

"Speak for yourself Amaya.I know what I want.I want you.For all life.If you're not sure it's another thing"

Amaya looks at me as if she feels offended by my words.

But if I think about it, this could be the reason for her rejection.

I do not doubt that she loves me, I am sure of her feelings...but maybe she doesn't know yet if I am actually the man she would like to spend the rest of her life with.

"Don't bullshit!You know very well how much I love you and that you are the only one I want to spend my life with"

"So what are you saying Amaya?What are you trying to tell me?" I ask with my heart beating furiously in my chest.

She lets go of my hands to bring hers on my face, with her fingers she pulls away a lock of my hair bringing it behind my ear.

"I'm saying that I love you and that I don't want anyone by my side but you but it's really too soon.And that's why I'm telling you no.Today.Today I have to tell you no.Can you understand me?"

And so with my tail between my legs like a beaten dog I lower my head and picking up the pieces of my heart I wear my usual smile, the one I flaunted when I was sick and the world around me didn't realize it.

"Of course I understand you.I'm sorry I rush a bit too much" I tell her trying to give me a bearing.

Amaya smiles and shakes her head.

"You never have to apologize for your feelings" she whispers to me and then kisses me.

I kiss her back but honestly I feel lacking in enthusiasm.

I just hope I can pretend long enough.

"I'm sorry if I let you down.Maybe it wasn't the answer you expected" Amaya murmurs in a low voice.

"You could never disappoint me" I smile trying to be convincing.

After all, she is right.

We have to take it slow, we have all the time in this world to think about our future.

"I love you"

"I love you too" I whisper back.

"What do you say if we go back inside and do I that thing you like so much?"

I smile slyly at her words and without giving her the time to add more, I load her on my shoulder making her laugh heartily.

With large strides I reach the entrance door until I reach the bed.

I throw her on it while she's still laughing.

I turn around and see Alpine following us.

"Sorry my little friend but you can't enter" I tell him closing the door.

I turn back to Amaya who with a gesture of her hand sent me to join her on the bed.

I take off my t-shirt and shorts making her laugh again.

"Could you at least give me the satisfaction of being able to undress you?"

I throw myself on the bed next to her and she takes the opportunity to get up and sit astride me.

I lie down while my hands caress her thighs left uncovered by the t-shirt she is wearing.

"I don't like wasting time" I shrug as if the answer is obvious.

Amaya shakes her head in amusement.

"Make yourself comfortable soldier, I'll take care of you now" so saying Amaya lowers on my lips kissing me hard while she with her fingertips goes over the contours of my pectorals then descending towards the abdominals.

She continues to kiss me as her hand slips inside my boxers.

"Oh doll" I gasp.

She smiles on my lips and moving slowly makes me spread my legs and positions herself between them.

She kisses my chest and then my abdomen while her hand continues to slide along my cock and her thumb caresses the tip.

"Oh fuck" I exclaim grabbing her by her hair and making her lift her head until our eyes meet.

"I love you" I hiss between my teeth.

"I know" she replies, taking her hand out of the boxers.

Then she grabs them from the sides and runs them down my thighs until them come off.

Her hand returns to my cock and after kissing the tip she turns her gaze back to mine.

"I love you too" she tells me smiling and then her face lowers again.

After a few moments her mouth, warm and soft as velvet, wraps itself around my tip and sucking hard she slowly goes down taking it in her mouth as much as she can.

I hear her moan softly and instinctively I raise my hips to meet her.

"Oh doll!Shit!" I gasp heavily, burying my head in the pillow.

My heart beats furiously and the excitement obscures all my other thoughts.

Now the only thing I can feel is Amaya.

She is inside of me.

She is all around me.

She is in my head.

In my heart.

She is my heart.

I bring my hands into her soft hair and caress her gently.

"Good girl" I whisper about her and her eyes lift up to meet mine.

And it's one of the most exciting visions of my entire life.

Her eyes shining with pleasure and her mouth around my masculinity are the portrait of the purest lust.

I watch her as her head moves up and down and my penis sensually enters and exits her mouth.

Her tongue traces a fiery trail along my entire length leaving me stunned and breathless.

Her hand is squeezed around my cock while the other massages my testicles, ripping out of me another moan.

"I'm close doll.Don't stop" I whisper to her.

Amaya lifts her head and continuing to hold my erection in her hands she looks me straight into my eyes.

"Do you want to cum inside my mouth?" she asks me to then let out her tongue that pink and perfect, she goes to wrap around my tip.

A growl resounds in my chest and she smiles and starts sucking again but with more audacity and I move my hips pumping into her mouth.

With shortness of breath and my heart pumping at twice its normal speed, I feel the orgasm mount impetuously inside me, clouding my brain.

After a few moments I pour all my semen down her throat and she greedily greets it while continuing to lick my entire length until I have been thoroughly cleaned.

Amaya sits astride me again and I am delighted to observe her while with her thumb she wipes a corner of her lips where a few drops of my sperm are left.

Can a human being that fucking sexy and exciting?

I lift my back until I am seated.

"Takes off your clothes" I whisper to her still panting out of breath.

Amaya takes off her shirt, waiting anxiously.

I smile.

She is not wearing a bra.

This woman knows exactly how to drive me crazy.

I bring my hands to her ass as I pull my face down to her chest licking the tender flesh between her breasts.

She throws her head back, digging her hands into my hair.

"Oh James" she whispers as she moves her pelvis, seeking contact with my dick.

With my hand in Vibranium I grab the elastic of her panties and with a dry and decisive movement I tear away, stealing of her a sob of pleasure.

"Fuck me Sir"

"Not yet" I whisper, running my fingers along her slit.

I lay back on the bed.

"Come.Sit here" I invite her sensually.

"Here where?"

"Here, on my face"

Her eyes widen in amazement and her cheeks turn red.

"Are you embarrassed my little robin?" I tease her.

"We never did it" she whispers, intimidated even though in her eyes I can read the excitement for the novelty.

"Oh my baby girl!We've done a lot worse" I giggle trying to relax her.

She smiles and after a last moment of hesitation she begins to move.

She tortures her lower lip between her teeth as she positions herself right over my face.

"Oh my God doll...you are so beautiful" I whisper to her as I lose myself observing her wonderful body from this new angle.

"I've always wanted to try it" I whisper as I lift my neck and just tease her clit with my tongue.

Amaya moans and her thighs, wrapped around my head, tremble.

Slowly with the help of my kisses she becomes more and more confident until she is the one who takes control of the situation.

I just grab her perfect buttocks and tease her fold with my tongue.

At first she clings with her hands to the headboard while with her hips she swings over my face.

Her moans echo loudly in the small room.

I can't take my gaze off her.

Her body sways sensual, her pussy moves back and forth.

I feel her clit rubbing against the tip of my nose and in response my erection comes back to bully, red and angry tip bangs against my stomach.

"Suck Bucky.Suck my clit" Amaya moans, digging her hands into my hair and riding my face.

She is using me as if I were just an object intended for her pleasure.

And that drives me crazy.

I obey her will by gently grabbing her clit between my teeth and sucking it into my mouth as I tease it relentlessly with my tongue.

"Oh James...fuck!Fuck!Oh yeah" Amaya yells in unbridled passion.

Her hips move back and forth quickly until she cum wildly in my mouth.

I feel her clit throbbing incessantly and her sweet nectar dripping onto my tongue.

Her legs tremble as she shifts and then falls back heavily on the unmade bed.

I run a hand over my face, clearing the moisture of her, then turn my head to the side and meeting her gaze.

"Are you okay doll?" I ask, getting closer to her.

Amaya nods with a toothy smile.

I bring my face close to hers and kiss her.

"I love you Amaya.I don't care if we don't get married.I don't care if we never have children.The only thing I want is to always have you by my side" I admit with sincerity.

It is true that I would like to build a family with her but the most important thing is to have her with me.

Knowing that she loves me and that she is happy to be able to spend her life with me makes me feel more than lucky.

Her eyes shine brightly.

"Fuck me Sergeant.Fuck me until I scream" she whispers on my lips.

"Anything you want my love" I answer her and then roll her on stomach inviting her to lift her hips.

I position myself behind her and run a hand along her slit, wetting my hand with her moisture, then with that hand I grab my cock and slide it along my entire length.

I penetrate her with a single movement and grabbing her hips I begin to move back and forth.

Amaya moans raising her hips even more and burying her head between the sheets trying to stifle her moans of pleasure.

I let my mind go blank so I can lose myself inside her but suddenly I see her lifting her back and slipping a hand between our bodies.

She grabs my cock and slips it out of her body while continuing to hold it tight in her hands.

"What?" I ask panting.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Amaya shakes her head and looking at me she whispers lewdly "Fuck me"

"I was doing it doll"

"Fuck me here.Fuck me hard" she whispers, placing my erection in front of the entrance to her wonderful ass.

"What did you say?" I ask her taken aback by her request.

"You heard right.Do it" she whispers turning her head back looking for my lips.

"Are you sure?" I whisper once detached from her lips.

"Yeah" Amaya murmurs in a faint voice.

"Ok doll.I'll take it easy" I reply in a whisper pushing her head back towards the bed.

Amaya lets herself be guided.

I start stimulating her with a single finger and I hear her purring.

Ok, she is not new to all this so I decide to dare by slowly inserting a second finger.

She squirms a little but she continues to moan in delight.

While I continue to accustom her body to my presence, with my free hand, I gently massage her clit.

"Relax and everything will be fine robin"

I know I have to take it easy, even if for her it doesn't seem to be her first time at all.

But being very big I seriously risk hurting her if I let myself be guided only by animal fury to possess her and brand her as mine.

I stick my fingers out and very slowly approach the tip of my erection.

I press lightly allowing the tip to make its way.

Amaya moans a little louder, slightly wincing.

"I can stop at any time doll.You know the word" I whisper to her.

She whimpers again.

"No...no, don't stop" she begs me.

I caress her hips and very slowly I enter in her.

At first I remain motionless giving her time to get used to this new intrusion and me to relax for don't cum now.

I feel like every rational thought disappears, like my brain is wrapped in a blanket of lust that doesn't allow me to think rationally.

"Fuck doll!God!You're so tight" I gasp as I dig my fingers into the tender flesh of her hips.

Amaya begins to move as soon as she makes me understand that now I can too and so, with extreme caution, I begin to move within her.

We both pant relentlessly.

Amaya lifts her torso off the bed by placing her weight on her palm.

I detach my hands from her hips and after giving her a slap on her ass I go down on her making my chest adhere to her back.

My hands look for hers who are convulsively clutching the blanket and once find hers I intertwining our fingers.

"What are you?" I whisper in her ear.

"I'm a slut"

"And whose are you?"

"I am your sir" Amaya sobbed to the limit of pleasure.

While I hold myself with my hand in Vibranium, I raise the other one to bring it to her clit.

Amaya moans even louder.

"Repeat it" I order.

"I am your bitch sir"

"Forever?"

"Forever yours" she replies as a raging orgasm shakes her.

I follow her immediately after, I feel every muscle in my body stiffen and in the end I empty all my pleasure inside her.

We both collapse on the bed.

Slowly I slip out of her body rolling to her side.

Amaya lies on her stomach with her eyes closed.

"Everything is fine?" I whisper clearing my throat.

I am still deeply shocked by the pleasure I have just experienced.

She smiles without opening her eyes.

I take it as a positive answer.

I turn on my side bringing my hand to her face to brush her hair that falls in a messy way in front of her face.

"I love you Amaya" I whisper, stealing another smile from her.

Amaya POV

"I love you Amaya"

I smile and then open my eyes.

"I love you too" I reply, extending a hand towards his chest, stroking it gently.

His clear eyes seem almost made of ice and peer into me as if they could read my soul.

I must admit that his proposal before has totally destabilized me.

I married?

I mother?

I don't think.

I don't feel like I'm the right person for these roles.

I love James and I am absolutely sure that I can never want anyone else as much as I want him.

He understands me, he completes me.

He knows how to make me feel at home.

It is obvious that I will spend the rest of my life with him but I want to do it without having to put any labels on it.

As husband and wife.

Or as parents.

I shudder at the very thought.

I'm not saying I don't like the thought of motherhood but honestly with my mental health and my past could I really be a good mother?

Although Bucky may have a much more messed up past than mine I could see him being a father.

But I?

I shake my head back to the present.

I don't want to think about this whole situation anymore.

Bucky's gaze is no longer on me, he seems to be looking over my shoulder.

Something distant in time.

And he seems to be sad.

"Are you all right Bucky?" I whisper approaching him and crouching with my head on his broad chest.

His eyes seem to focus on me again.

"Yeah.Yeah!Everything is fine.As long as you are by my side everything will be fine" he smiles at me kissing my forehead.

Why do I have the impression that his words do not correspond to his thoughts?

"Are you sure?Aren't you mad at me?"

"Why should I be mad at you?" he asks me and from his clear irises I can see his real surprise at my question.

"For what happened at the lake earlier" I murmur.

I would not like to bring his attention back to this subject but I need to know that my choice is really good for him.

"Don't get too paranoid doll.Nothing happened" he tells me, slipping out of my embrace and standing up.

I sit on the bed crossing my legs and picking up the blanket to cover my nakedness.

"Nothing?You asked me to marry you and have a baby and I said no.That doesn't seem like nothing to me"

"What need do you have to bring the question back to the surface Amaya?You were all too clear and I accepted your decision.As I always do, on the other hand.You decide I obey, isn't it?" he murmurs with a fake smile on his face.

"Wow!This is really mean Bucky" I exclaim as I stand up and lock myself in the bathroom slamming the door.

I understand that he feels hurt but bringing back our old disagreements between us was really a low blow.

I sit on the toilet looking at the wall in front of me.

I am really afraid that returning to everyday life will be more difficult than I imagined.

A light knock on the door catches my attention.

"Go away Bucky.This is not the time"

But obviously he is not listening to me and opens the door leaning his shoulder on the threshold of the door.

"I'm sorry doll.I was a real asshole" he murmurs and then comes over and hands me something.

They are a shirt of him and a pair of panties.

I look at myself and only at this moment do I realize that I am still naked.

"Thank you" I whisper, grabbing the clothes but carefully avoiding his gaze.

I wear the shirt and panties and he is still motionless watching me.

He has his arms crossed and his eyes is sad.

I face him assuming the same position as him, taking a deep breath.

"Bucky I honestly don't know if I can ever give you what you want.I'm confused and you threw a bomb at me.You can't expect me to reason clearly"

His arms fall along his sides and he lowers his head disconsolately.

"I know Amaya and I'm sorry.I shouldn't have told you those things.Can we pretend I never said anything to you?" he asks me with an almost desperate look.

I can see the repentance in his eyes and I can't explain why but it hurts me.

"Oh sure!So you will do nothing but collect grudges until you get to the point of hating me" I say accompanying my words with a laugh devoid of any joy.

His eyes widen in amazement.

"I could never hate you Amaya"

"Oh you will do it, trust me" I retort stubborn.

Bucky throws his arms up to the sky.

"Then please tell me what you want me to do!" he yells in exasperation.

"God Amaya!I love you so much but when you do this you freak me out.I asked you what I asked you and you gave me your answer, why do we have to keep talking about it?"

"Because I want you to be really willing to accept my refusal"

I watch him as he rolls his eyes.

"I didn't say I don't love you Bucky, don't make that face.You know I'd be willing to die for you" I scream in turn hearing my voice break with sadness.

"I love you and I just want to be with you.Nothing more.Isn't that enough for you?" I whisper, looking down at my hands.

I hear no noise, nothing, and for a moment I think he is gone leaving me alone.

But then his feet appear in my field of vision and his arms close around my shoulders.

"Of course Amaya, you are more than enough for me.You are everything I want"

Hesitantly, I wrap my arms around his waist and sink my face into his chest.

"How about we take a shower?In an hour, the jet that will take us home will be ready and we still have to say goodbye to T'Challa and his family" murmurs Bucky with his lips on my hair.

I nod, rubbing my cheek against his muscular chest.

"Shall we take a shower together?" I ask hesitantly that he can refuse.

I hear him laugh, then moving away from me he grabs my face in his big hands.

"I was afraid you wouldn't ask me" he laughs, kissing the tip of my nose.

I laugh too and dragging him by the shirt I lure him into the shower with me.

We wash quickly stealing just a few kisses and a few caresses and in less than half an hour we are ready and headed for the royal palace.

When we arrive we find Okoye waiting for us.

"White Wolf.Agent Snow.T'Challa is waiting for you, follow me"

And without saying anything else, she turns her back on us and begins to walk.

Bucky and I exchange a glance and follow Okoye who is guiding us to the laboratory of the King's sister.

Shuri.

She and I immediately bonded thanks to our common passion.

Annoy Bucky.

Arrived at the lab Okoye greets us with a bow and disappears in the blink of an eye.

"Here you are.I was afraid you decided to stay here again" Shuri exclaims and then adds "Of course you are welcome Amaya, I don't talk to you"

Bucky rolls his eyes.

I laugh as I stand next to her who is fiddling with something on her work table.

"They are beautiful Shuri.Did you make them?" I ask looking at the wonderful Vibranium knives in front of my eyes.

"Try them" she tells me encouraging me with a smile.

"Can I really?"

Shuri nods smiling.

I grab one, it's light and well balanced.

I spin it a couple of times, toss it in the air and then catch it.

"Wow Shuri!It's perfect"

She laughs and grabs my arm and drags me with her.

"Ok White Wolf, come here and make yourself useful" she calls him back.

Bucky walks listlessly with his hands in his pockets and reaches us, Shuri grabs him by the shoulders and places him in front of a wall that seems to be made of some kind of rubber.

Right in front of me.

Then she comes back to my side.

"Try them" Shuri urges me giving me a playful shoulder.

I smile as I understand her intentions and so I turn to Bucky who has just realized that he will be my target.

A corner of his lips lifts in a sly smile.

"C'mon Snow!Show me what you can do" he says amused.

I smile, positioning myself better in front of him, there will be about 5/6 meters to divide us.

I weighed the knife in my hands and then with a lightning gesture I throw it.

The knife sticks about ten centimeters from his face.

"C'mon doll!You can do better" Bucky teases me.

Shuri at my side hands me another knife.

I grab it and immediately throw it at Bucky.

This time the blade sticks about two inches from his cheek.

He smiles, challenging me with his eyes to do more.

Okay, now it's getting serious.

I grab another knife from the hands of the Wakanda princess and without taking my gaze off my handsome Sergeant I throw the last knife that sticks into the rubber wall just one millimeter from his cheekbone.

Bucky smiles beaming.

"Here she is.This is my girl" he exults.

I smile, shaking my head and rolling my eyes.

Shuri laughs amused.

"Tell me the truth Bucky, you kept for your pretty face" Shuri teases him with a chuckle.

"Nah!I trust my doll"

Shuri picks up the three knives and then grabs another one from her work table.

"These are for you Amaya.And these for you"

So saying Shuri hands two knives to me and two to Bucky.

"They're a gift from me" she says with a shrug.

"Thank you" I exclaim embracing her with enthusiasm, she laughs returning the embrace.

"It was nice having you here" she whispers in my ear.

"My friends" T'Challa's voice makes our heads turn.

Bucky approaches the King and the two men exchange a hug.

I detach myself from Shuri to reach the King.

"Thank you for everything majesty" I murmur embracing him.

"You don't have to thank me.For you, the doors of my house are always open" T'Challa replies, dissolving our embrace.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Bucky and Shuri exchanging a sweet hug.

Those two always tease but love each other.

Shuri took care of him.

She worked day and night to create his new arm.

She was the only one he allowed to get close to his tortured body.

Meanwhile, the King's wife, Nakia, joins us.

"I hope you waited for me to tell them" Nakia murmurs softly alongside her man.

"Tell us what?" Bucky asks as he approaches us, his arm still wrapped around the young princess's shoulders.

"My beautiful wife and I will become parents" replies T'Challa with a radiant smile on his face.

I would like to rush to my friends to congratulate them but my attention is completely captured by Bucky's gaze.

He smiles while shaking hands with T'Challa but his eyes are dull, sad.

Damn.

I know what's going through his head.

Shuri touches my arm.

"Are you all right Amaya?" she asks me trying not to get noticed by others.

I smile at her, shaking my head slightly.

"Don't worry, everything is fine.So...congratulations to you too aunt Shuri" I tell her smiling and hugging her.

I try to recover from my thoughts and approaching the two future parents I lavish myself in hugs and compliments.

"I'm happy for you my friend.You deserve it" Bucky says to T'Challa.

The latter pats him on the shoulder with a beaming smile.

"Thank you Sergeant"

While we get lost in chat, a Dora Milaje approaches us, she bows before her King and then talks.

"Your Majesty the jet is ready"

The royal family escort us to the exit where a small jet waits for us, some men are loading our luggage and the pet carrier that contains Alpine.

"Thanks again" I address everyone with all the sincerity I have.

"It was an honor to be able to visit this wonderful land" I add.

"You will always be welcome here with us" T'Challa replies.

We all hug for the last time and at a firm pace I get on the jet followed by Bucky.

We sit down watching the Wakanda get smaller and smaller under our eyes.

"I am so excited to be going home.I have missed them all.I missed Nat terribly" I sigh smiling, eager to see my beautiful New York again.

Bucky smiles at me but says nothing.

This is not good.

We absolutely have to resolve this issue.

"James..."

"I'm tired.I practically did not sleep last night, I think I will rest during the trip" he interrupts me, standing up.

He walks up to me and kisses me on the top of my head.

"Try to rest too" he tells me and then leave me alone in my seat and go to the rear seats.

I watch him sit down and close his eyes.

Okay, I got the message.

He doesn't want to talk.

Good.

Very good.

Let's avoid the subject until it becomes so cumbersome that it crushes and destroys everything between us.

I open my eyes when I hear the pilot's voice speaking loud and clear through the onboard microphone.

"We will land in about 15 minutes.Please fasten your seat belts.Thank you"

I didn't even realize I fell asleep.

Bucky is sitting across from me again but he's not looking at me, his gaze is on the window.

"Hey" I whisper yawning.

"Hey.I'm glad you rested" he tells me, giving me a short tight smile.

I don't answer him and I too let my gaze wander.

Below us the great New York expands.

I'm finally home.

When the jet lands, I don't even have time for the tailgate to open fully as I jump out into the arms of my best friend.

"I missed you so much" Nat exclaims, squeezing me tightly in her arms.

I reciprocate the squeeze.

"I missed you too Romanoff" I whisper to her.

Heavy footsteps come up behind me, it's Bucky.

He and Steve share a hug then Steve walks over to us.

"Hey will you let me say hello to my friend?" he asks muttering to his wife.

Natasha's arms tighten even tighter around my body.

"No, she is mine!" she replies by refusing to let me go.

I laugh heartily.

I had missed all of this.

Bucky walks past us stopping only to mumble that he would take the bags to my room and that he would take care of Alpine, Steve follows him and offers to help him out.

I sigh and Natasha releases our embrace.

"What happens?" Nat asks, nodding at Bucky.

"It's a long story" I reply hoping she'll let it go.

"Short version?" she asks me as we walk to her room together.

I look around and making sure there is no one I speak.

"He asked me to marry him.And to have a baby"

"What?" my friend yells.

Damn.

I quickly plug her mouth with my hands.

"Will you stop screaming please?" I ask her, very agitated and frightened that someone might hear us.

Nat grabs me by the wrist and drags me into her room.

Once the door closes behind us, she pushes me onto the bed and positions herself in front of me with her arms folded under her breasts.

"When did it happen?" she asks me.

"This morning"

"What exactly did he tell you?"

I sigh rolling my eyes.

"What is this an interrogation?" I ask, trying to hide my anxiety with a smile.

But Natasha does not give up and she remains motionless to observe me.

"He just told me marry me.Marry me and let's have a baby"

Natasha looks incredulous and she joins me on the bed and sits next to me.

"It all happened suddenly Nat.We were talking quietly and he dropped this thing"

"Why did you tell him no?" she asks me curiously.

"Is it that obvious?" I ask disconsolately.

Natasha giggles.

"He had on his grumpy old face so..." my friend shrugs.

"I can't do it Nat, I can't give him what he is looking for.I don't think...I don't think I would be able to" I admit feeling confused and frustrated.

"And how did he react?"

"Not well.We had a fight and then we talked about it.He seemed to be fine.But then T'Challa announced that his wife is pregnant and Bucky's mood has gone black.On the jet he barely spoke to me"

Natasha sighs, I'm sure her brain is scrambling to find something to tell me.

"You love him, right?"

"Of course I love him"

"Then why don't you want to marry him?"

I sigh.

"My past..."

"Bullshit Amaya.We all have a past here, even worse than yours.I'm asking you why you don't really want to marry him" the former Russian spy silences me.

I am dumbfounded and for a moment I don't know what to answer.

Why don't I want to marry him?

I don't know.

My best friend's gaze softens.

"Just listen to me for a moment ok?If you were a simple girl, not an agent or a former killer, just a simple girl.And you and Bucky were in love like now, would you accept his proposal?"

I pretend to think about it even though my heart has formulated the answer much faster than my brain has.

"Yes" I murmur with a half smile.

Natasha grabs my hands and squeezes them in hers.

"Now I'll tell you a secret Amaya.You are that simple girl.You cannot let your past define who you are today.God Amaya if we had to reason with your thinking then I shouldn't have married Steve.I was a weapon against America, I was destined to die but I was pardoned.And I fought with my whole self to regain possession of my life, I fought to give myself the right to have a normal life"

Natasha sees the confusion in my eyes.

"Hey listen to me!I'm not saying you have to run to him and say yes, I'm just asking you to consider it.Don't foreclose on something beautiful just because you believe you don't deserve it"

A lonely tear rolls down my cheek.

Natasha got the point.

I am convinced that I do not deserve all this happiness because I have spent most of my life destroying that of others.

Natasha hugs me and her sweet vanilla scent comforts me as always.

"I'm happy to be home.You always help me to see things more clearly.Thank you" I whisper with my face pressed to her soft chest.

"Am I or am I not your best friend?However, I'm glad you're back too Snow"

Suddenly the bedroom door opens and Steve walks in, followed by Bucky.

"Oh sorry!I didn't think you were here" Steve apologizes.

Natasha and I break away from our embrace.

Steve smiles and walks up to us.

"Will you join us for dinner?Tonight it's just us here at the Tower"

I shrug.

"It is fine for me.What do you think Bucky?" I ask him, addressing him directly.

I want to try to test the waters, see if he's still angry.

"Anything you want doll is fine for me" he smiles at me briefly.

I think I can consider it a success, at least he spoke to me without ignoring me.

"Perfect!Then I'll order the pizzas" Steve exclaims.

He is putting in a little too much enthusiasm.

I am very sure that Bucky has already told him what happened between us in Wakanda and Steve in the infinite goodness of him is just trying not to create further disagreements between us and to lighten the heavy air we breathe.

All four of us go to the living room and sit on the sofas.

Steve and Nat sit on a two-seater sofa while Bucky and I choose the sofa opposite, sitting at one end of the other.

We spend time chatting while waiting for the pizzas.

"Have you talked to Fury yet?" Nat asks, sipping her beer.

"Mmh mmh.He call me yesterday" I reply.

"So the four of us are escorting Rumlow and Pierce from the Raft to Washington?" Bucky asks, bringing the bottle of beer to his lips and taking a few sips.

I follow his movements, always so sensual and seductive in my eyes.

He realizes I'm staring at him and winks at me.

This is another good sign.

Maybe he's not as angry as I think.

Slowly I slide a little closer to him.

"That's right dude!Why are you making that face?" Steve asks his best friend as he massages Natasha's legs which are lazily lying on his lap.

"I don't like knowing those two bastards are out of their cell.I don't like the idea that Amaya has yet to have something to do with Rumlow"

I lift my head at his words.

"What?" he asks me when he notices I'm staring at him.

"I can take care of myself Bucky and then honestly Brock is an idiot, I'm still surprised how he could have come up with such a complex plan"

Natasha chuckles.

"I know you can take care of yourself.You don't need anyone" Bucky replies bitterly.

"And what the hell does this mean?" I ask visibly nervous turning towards him.

"Ok now enough!"

To our surprise, Steve intervenes.

He leans forward by moving his wife's legs and resting his elbows on his knees.

"Stop doing this.You two love each other and you can't go against each other like this because of this stupid proposal story" Steve exclaims with conviction.

Bucky moves uncomfortably, he seems to want to answer Steve but his friend silences him with a wave of his hand.

"I don't understand why you do this brother.Even though she told you no she love you"

I blush embarrassed.

Even though Natasha and Steve are our best friends, I would have preferred not to have to address the issue so openly, with an audience in front.

"Nat and I have come to this point after four years" adds Steve, looking his best friend right in his eyes.

I watch in silence waiting for a reaction from my boyfriend, I wait for an explanation that he did not want to give to me this morning.

Bucky just turns his gaze to the window and stays closed in his silence.

I sigh.

He is like that.

I certainly can't expect him to change just to please me.

"Listen to me Buck.I know that you are afraid of being alone, that Amaya will leave you"

I jerk my head up and burst out laughing.

I lean over to the table to grab my beer and turn to Steve.

"Steve you know very well that I love you but this is the stupidest thing you could ever think" I say giggling and shaking my head as I sit back on the sofa.

I take a sip of beer while continuing to giggle but I immediately notice the tension that has been created.

Steve looks at me seriously, Natasha's gaze is on Bucky.

I also follow her gaze and what I find leaves me incredulous.

Bucky is watching me and in his eyes there is all the pain that Steve's words have caused to him.

"You can't be serious.Tell me you're not" I giggle nervously at the former Winter Soldier.

Bucky looks down at his shoes, unable to give me an answer.

"Captain Rogers, the delivery boy has arrived" announces the voice of F.R.I.D.A.Y. making me jump.

Steve gets up and walks away without saying anything.

"Wait, I'll help you" Natasha exclaims following him out of the room.

I get up quickly and kneel in front of Bucky.

"Hey honey!Look at me" I murmur softly placing my hands on his thighs.

Bucky slowly raises his head until our eyes are level.

"Did you ask me those things just because you were afraid I would leave you?"

Bucky doesn't answer me but his eyes say it all.

There is a fear so intense and so ancient that it gives me a lump in my throat.

"Do you know that a wedding or a child would not stop me from leaving?I don't know if you know the divorce rate and single father rates in America"

"I really want to build a family with you" Bucky interrupts me.

His blue eyes shine like the twilight sky.

I put a hand to his face, pushing aside a lock of hair and placing it behind his ear.

"But not only for that, right?" I ask him in a whisper.

His eyes drop again.

"No, no James.Look at me" I get up and his attentive gaze follows my every movement.

I grab the bottle of beer that he holds in his hands and place it on the small table behind me, then I place my hands on his shoulders and sit astride his lap.

I grab a scrunchie from my pants pocket and gently pull his hair up and tie them into a messy bun.

Bucky smiles at me softly.

"What the hell makes you think I want to leave you?" I ask him curious to know how his brain works.

Bucky just shrugs.

"You won't think you can get rid of me so easily" I tease him, making him laugh.

I slowly lower myself to his lips, giving him plenty of time to refuse me but he doesn't dodge and I kiss him.

One time.

Twice.

And one more time.

"Unfortunately for you Sergeant Barnes I'm too in love with you to let you go.I think you'll have to put up with me all your life"

Bucky laughs and throws his head back.

"Yeah...I'm a really unlucky man" he replies sliding his big, warm hands down my thighs until they land on my ass and squeeze it.

Bucky places his lips on mine, his hot tongue traces the outline of my lips and then slips gracefully and sinfully into my mouth.

My hands harpoon the tender flesh of the back of his neck, making him groan softly.

"I'm sorry" he whispers on my lips.

I shake my head.

"You don't have to apologize for anything my love" I reply kissing him again and sliding my hands on his chest until they find what they are looking for.

His tags.

I hold on to it and Bucky smiles at me.

"You always do.This gesture" he chuckles, lowering his clear and crystalline gaze on my hands.

"I know it.It relaxes me, it reassures me" I reply smiling.

We kiss again but we are interrupted by Natasha's cheerful voice.

"Sorry guys but I'm hungry and I hate cold pizza" announces my friend entering the room followed by Steve who giggles.

"From what I see you have solved the problem so..." she adds sitting down and grabbing a slice of pizza.

Bucky and I smile looking into each other's eyes and sit comfortably grabbing a slice of pizza too.

"So...have you thought about taking a house all to yourself?"

I ask as I chew a piece of pizza.

"I proposed it but my wife refused" replies Steve laughing.

He doesn't seem angry at all.

"Why?" I ask curious.

Steve laughs again.

"It's your fault" he replies with a shrugs.

Bucky freezes with a slice of pizza in his hand.

"Amaya?Why would it be her fault?" he asks amused.

I turn my bewildered gaze to the figure of my best friend who continues to chew her pizza cheerfully.

She smiles at me giving me a wink.

"Because" Steve begins "she doesn't want to leave her best friend"

"And because should I do the housework" adds Natasha.

We all burst out laughing.

"Indeed, there is always food ready here and someone else takes care of cleaning.Why would I want to do these things myself?And then Tony is happy to have us here, by now he would have already kicked us out" explains Natasha trying to assert her point of view.

"You have the point sister" I exclaim, leaning forward and high-five with Natasha.

After dinner we remain on the sofa chatting until Natasha and Steve take their leave, declaring that they are tired even if from her sly smile I am sure they will not go to sleep.

Not immediately at least.

Bucky and I are left alone and I immediately take the opportunity to sit on his lap.

Bucky squeezes me against his body so that I can rest my head on his chest and with the steady, loud sound of his heart I can finally relax.

"I love you my little robin" Bucky whispers with his lips in my hair.

"I love you too" I murmur before slipping into a peaceful sleep cradled by the arms of my brave and beautiful Sergeant.

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marsbutterfly · 3 years ago

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Haiii mi amore (of as a friend? I guess! My love as a friend!) If you haven't don't this yet, Zeke, pocco, Eren, Bertholt and Reiner react to y/n telling them she's pregnant?

Drabbles: Zeke, Eren, Porco, Reiner and Bertholdt finding out you are pregnant.

Warnings: pregnancy (duh), some period talk, mentions of miscarriage, ivf, mentions of peeing on a stick (cuz pregnancy test), unedited.

It's a regular afternoon.

Zeke has gone to work while you stay at home, free for the day. Eagerly awaiting for him to come back, you look at the electronic alarm on his side of the bed. 2:37pm.

Your focus shifts from the time towards the date on the corner of the device and realizations dawns on you a few seconds later that your period is late. You knew it was running behind but seeing the date was a shock. Two months had passed since your last cycle.

You sit on the closed toilet lid, legs cross while your right foot shakes in the air. Finally, the alarm on your phone goes off and you pick up the test, only to see that a single, strongly blue line. Before you have time to let out a deep breath, you notice a very faint second line. You're pregnant.

Panic begins to form in your stomach and it only gets worse when you hear the front door closing, realizing that Zeke has come home earlier than you were expecting, but you can't move. You sit on the toilet, pregnancy test dangling from your hands as Zeke screams for you.

Worry begins to form in his voice when he can't find you. It is then replaced by a relieved sigh once he finds you in the bathroom, until he realizes you have tears in your eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asks, kneeling before you, one hand on your shoulder.

"Do you promise to love me still?" You ask, a nervous feeling you can't shake at the pit of your stomach and the thought that he wouldn't love you anymore settles into your brain.

"What? Of course I'll still love you." He responds and you take a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant." You reply, handing him the stick. You can't read his face for a few seconds and the world feels like it is falling apart around you. When your eyes meet his, you notice a few tears cloud his sky colored eyes.

"We're having a baby?" He asks and you nod. He proceeds to lower his hands towards your stomach, kissing the area and his beard tickles your skin, bringing a laughter out. "Oh I am so happy."

"You are not mad?" You ask in a hushed voice and he shakes his head.

"How could I be mad? You are making me a father, we are having a baby." He says, the excitement in his voice is undeniable. "Oh I can't wait to tell everyone that you're pregnant."

He continues to plant kisses all over your stomach and your hand goes through his hair, messing it up completely.

"I love you." You whisper and he brings his body up to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. You know he loves you too.

"It's just a regular check-up." Eren says, lacing his fingers with yours. Your legs crossed together as you shake your foot anxiously. Your free arm rests above your knee, holding your head up while your nails go through your lips.

"Yeah, but I hate coming to the doctor's office." You respond, taking in a deep breath with some difficulty. Your mind wanders far away, hopelessly praying that a meteor would come from the sky and hit the exact 14th floor of the building you find yourself in.

The truth is that you have been hiding a secret from him, something you are not ready to share. You aren't scared of his reaction or anything of the sorts, you are just nervous. So you figured that the best way to tell him that you are pregnant would be to surprise him at the doctor's.

When your name finally gets called out and you are able to go into the exam room, the anxiety fully settles in, especially when the nurse asks the heavy question.

"Is there any chance that you are pregnant?"

You don't reply and Eren's eyes fall on you. You hand her the paperwork where you marked "yes" at the question without letting Eren see what it says. The nurse hums and leaves the room.

When she comes back, she is pulling an ultrasound machine behind her. Though he looks confused, your boyfriend doesn't say anything. The woman proceeds to place the cold gel on your stomach and bring the sensor of the machine to your stomach.

Immediately, the room is filled with the sound of a heartbeat. Eren's breathing stops for a second and his hands shake, his voice trembles as he begins to speak.

"Is that... my baby?" He asks and you notice a few tears in his eyes. He rushes towards your side, grabbing your hand tightly as he listens closely to the heartbeat coming from the ultrasound machine.

"It is." You reply, a smile and a few tears of your own. "I didn't know how to tell -"

Before you have time to finish your sentence, he has rushed out of the room. As he stands on the doorway, he lets out a scream of excitement.

"I'm gonna be a dad!" and you think to yourself that you couldn't have chosen a better father for your child.

You and Porco had been dating since high school and living together since the two of you joined the same college. It was a love story coming out of a fairy tail.

One day, while he is still in class, a sudden nausea hits you and it is enough to knock on your knees above the toilet. You sweat and moving from that position seems impossible for the near future.

It takes you almost an hour to feel the lightest bit better and that is enough time for Porco to come back home and find you holding onto the toilet for dear life.

"Do you think it was the food we had last night?" He asks, crossing his arms and legs as he props his body on the door frame. You shake your head, feeling as yet another wave of nausea washes over you.

"Porco, go to the store and get me a pregnancy test." You say, fingers barely reaching the toilet paper, the tips brush against the tissue and it unravels. You take out a decent amount and use it to wipe any remaining saliva off of your lips. He lets out a laugh.

"There's no way you are pregnant." Porco says when suddenly his expression shifts from smug to concerned, "Is there?"

"Remember that the condom broke a few months ago?" You say and notice how dry his mouth looks. He attempts to swallow but there is simply nothing there for him to do so.

It takes him less than ten minutes to make his way to the store and back.

When he walks through the door, his face is completely red and a few sweat drops drip down his left temple.

"Did you run there and back?" You ask, amused by his determination but the serious look on his face still remains. He throws the bag in your direction and you notice that his hands are shaking. "Porco, it's ok. We'll figure things out, we always do."

Your words bring him some comfort, he places his hand on his chest while taking a deep breath in the hopes of calming himself down.

Once you pee on the stick, you patiently await for the results. Porco seems more anxious than you do so you hold his hand, squeezing the surface every so often so he feels connected to you and it seems to put his mind at ease.

When the time passes, you reach for the test.

"Wait." He says and you stop your movements to look at him. "I want you to know that, no matter what, I will be by your side and love you."

"I love you too." You smile and he nods, exhaling all the air from his lungs. When you look at the test, there are two lines.

"Holy fuck." He says, placing his hands behind his head and turning away from you and, for a second, you are under the impression that he is mad until he turns back around with a smile stamped on his face. "Holy shit."

"Is that good?" You ask and he rushes towards you, grabbing your legs and lifting you off the floor, he spins you around for a few seconds before remembering of how nauseous you were earlier in the day so he immediately stops, though he doesn't put you down.

"It's amazing!" He replies, "I'm gonna be an amazing dad!"

All you can do is roll your eyes though the annoyance on your face doesn't last long when your vision meets his. Your fingers rush through his puffed up hair and he shakes his head in response, allowing your digits to go even further into his locks.

"You are going to be an amazing dad." You say and you believe every word that comes out of your mouth.

You had known for the past two weeks that you are pregnant but still hadn't told Reiner, not because you didn't want to but because you have yet to find the best way to tell him the great news.

Just telling him doesn't feel like it is special enough but you also don't want to make a grand gesture out of it.

Maybe buying some baby clothes and giving them to him? No, Reiner is too dense to realize what it means and would probably think you are going to someone else's baby shower.

Shooting him a text? "Hey, I'm pregnant lmao." No, you wouldn't possibly be able to think of the right words to not freak him out.

With some sort of dessert, like cake, after cooking him his favorite meal? Yes, that seems like the best option out of all the others. It is something easy to make and it's sweet enough that he would be happy to see it.

So you spend the next few hours while he is at work cooking and baking, always making sure to clean the mess behind you so even though Reiner would do the dishes for you without a single complaint, no matter how tired he is.

With frosting, you write the words: I'm pregnant! on the cake.

Five minutes after you finish all the cooking, you hear the keys jiggling on the other side of the door and his shoes rubbing against the doormat, he's home.

"y/n?" He inquires loudly, only to realize that you are standing against the kitchen counter, looking directly at the door he just come in from.

"Welcome home!" You reply, walking towards him before throwing your arms around his neck, he smiles in response.

"It smells delicious in here." He says, planting a kiss on your lips before throwing his bag on the floor, removing his shoes right afterwards.

"Thank you, I cooked dinner just for you!" You exclaim and the smile on his lips widen.

As you walk towards the kitchen to make him a plate, he pulls you by the wrist while pointing towards the table, a silent way of telling you that he's got this, so you simply oblige, taking your spot on the chair across from his.

After a few minutes, he places the food in front of you and you thank him. His plate is twice as big as yours and it earns a giggle out of you. When he goes for seconds, you begin to feel a little anxious, afraid he won't have space for "dessert."

He inhales the food, trying to erase the hunger he kept hidden throughout an entire day's worth of work. When he is done, he rolls his eyes in delight.

"It was amazing, thank you for making my favorite." He says and you smile.

"Go get a piece of cake." You say, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Without even realizing, you bring your hands towards your stomach to hold the area and a wave of comfort washes over you for a second.

"I'm too full, maybe later." He says, patting his stomach. The smile immediately disappears from your lips and a pout takes its place. He notices the way your face has shifted and instantly backpedals, "Or not, I'll just get some right now."

He stands up and you can see as he waddles towards the counter. He pulls up the lid and stops in his tracks once he reads the message written on the surface. He seems to be in shock for a few seconds as his body becomes completely stiff, not a fart could makes its way past his clutch butt cheeks.

After nearly a minute of silence, he breaks the tension.

"You're pregnant?" He asks, eyes locking with yours and you nod, finally standing up.

"Yes." You respond, looking towards the brown floorboards in the hopes of avoiding his gaze, you can't decipher what he is feeling at the moment.

He takes a few steps towards you, taking your hand on his as he proceeds to twirl you around before pulling you in for a tight hug, the tears that form in his eyes now dripping down his face and landing on your shirt.

"You're pregnant!" He repeats, this time exclaiming instead of asking. He kneels before you, lifting the edge of your shirt and planting kisses on your stomach. Though nothing moves, his eyes glow up. "I felt a kick!"

"Reiner, the baby is too small to kick." You say with a giggle and he shakes his head.

"I'm positive I felt something kick!" He repeats and you just let out a sigh, it is not worth the fight of explaining to him that that is not how things work. "My little armored titan."

"Do not called the baby armored titan." You demand and he ignores, whispering the name over and over again. "Oh these are going to be some long seven months."

You have been married to Bert for the past five years and have been trying for a baby for the past two. After multiple miscarriages, ivf rounds, and countless times trying, you finally did it, you're finally pregnant.

To celebrate the occasion, you decide to go out shopping to try and find the perfect way to tell him the big news, something he would never forget.

When you get to the mall, you look through a couple of stores before your eyes land on a couple of pink matching shirts for father and daughter and it reminds you of Bert.

It's delicate and beautiful yet masculine, it was perfect for him. So you run into the store, marching directly towards it and, lucky for you, it was the last pair his size.

Once you are done with the shopping, you go back home to prepare everything for him: some of his favorite fast food, a beer and the package, all sitting on the kitchen counter.

It's not until thirty minutes later that he gets home and you notice the wrapping around his wrist.

"Oh my God, what happened?" You ask, a concerned look on your face. He brushes it off, saying he tripped while at work and landed on his arm. "You really ought to be more careful."

"I know, I know." He says, embarrassed. "What's this?" He points towards the package.

"Some clothes I bought today." You respond, "Why don't you take a look?"

"y/n, I don't care about clothes, you know that." He says as he rubs his injured wrist. He stares into the fridge for a few seconds while trying to locate the orange juice.

"Please, just this once." You beg and he lets out a prolonged sigh, he was never one to say no to you.

He reaches for the bag and begins to dig through the pile of clothes that reside in it, searching for the specific one you had asked him to look at. It takes him a a minute and, with a lot of difficulty, he finally finds the color he was looking for.

"Let's see what we have here." He says, opening the shirt that says Number #1 Dad. A few tears form in his eyes as he brings the cloth closer to his chest, holding on to it tightly. "Are we having a baby?"

"We are having a baby." You respond, barely lifting your shirt to show him the smallest baby bump.

He places the pink shirt on the counter before immediately beginning to take off his work shirt. He proceeds to put on his newest gift, flaunting it around while putting on a show for you. In response, you clap excitedly.

Finally, you are expecting your baby with Bert and you already love it so much.

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rcksmith · 3 years ago

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Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

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1-22: Demons

Part 22 of ??

Parings: Reggie x Reader, Luke x Julie, Alex x Willie

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) has been able to see and feel ghosts ever since she was little, which made it hard to tell the ghosts from the humans. Everyone has always thought she was a bit crazy, even her best friends, Julie and Flynn. But when three ghosts with a love for music appear in Julie's garage, suddenly (Y/n) doesn't seem so crazy anymore.

Song: Demons (Imagine Dragons)

Season 1 Masterlist

Series Madterlist

Main Masterlist

A/N: I picture Arius as Five Hargreeves but with black hair and blue eyes, instead of dark brown hair and green eyes

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Once I parked in the school parking lot, I turned towards Arius expecting him to turn into a human. "What?" He asked, sounding annoyed as he sat up and started stretching, his front paws out in front of him as he arched his back down. "Aren't you going to change forms?" I asked, getting aggravated that he won't shift. "Shift forms." He corrected, getting into a sitting position "Plus you don't have the honor of bossing me around. You don't have any of my respect." Letting out an aggravated huff before turning my body to face him.

"Respect this. Respect that. What the hell does having your respect got to do with anything? You're my familiar, so do as I say and change forms."

Arius suddenly got on all fours, growling at me in anger "Everything. Respect has everything to do with the bond a witch, or wizard has with their familiar." I rolled my eyes before crossing my arms a crossed my chest in anger and annoyance 'honestly, why does every single witch thing have to be so complicated and difficult?' Letting out an annoyed huff, I uncrossed my arms, gripping the bridge of my nose "Okay." I stated before throwing my arms at my sides "What do I have to do to get your respect?" Arius sat back down in the passenger seat.

His anger died down, but aggravation still being shown on the felines face. "You don't just get a demons respect. You have to earn it." I shook my head a little, processing the new information that I was just told. "Hold on, wait a minute. You're a demon?!" The black cat rolled his blue eyes at me, before hopping off to the back seat. "Yes. I am." I watched him sit down on one of the back seats, only for him to close his eyes as his tail slowly stopped moving. I opened my mouth to say something, only for a bright blue light to shine, covering his whole form.

Closing my eyes I faced back front as to avoid the light shining in my eyes. "Man, I forgot how much I despise this form." I was about to look back at the owner of the familiar voice, which was usually in my head, but now could be heard by all. Only for a hand to rest on the passenger seat, as a boy that looked just about the age of 18 made his way to the front. He had black hair that was swooped off to the right side and seemed to hang over the right side of his forehead. An almost annoyed look could be seen on his face, and his eyes looked almost exactly like the ones that I've seen on the black cat that has been following me around for the last 12 hours.

"I haven't used this form since your grandmother was in her 20s"

I stared at the boy next to me in slight confusion, he examined his hands as I tried to process everything. "Arius?" I questioned, his blue eyes shot over at me, an annoyed "What?" Leaving his lips. I stared at him for a second or two before letting out a small giggle "Aww look at how cute you are." I stated while reaching over to pinch his cheeks. Only for him to quickly grab ahold of my arm, gripping it tightly, all while sending me a death stare. "Call me cute again. I'll chop all your fingers off and shove them down your goddamn throat." I just stared at him with a grin as he pushed my arm back towards me.

Looking back out my windshield I stared at the school in front of me. "Come on." I stated while opening the truck door "Before I get in even more trouble." Grabbing my bag from the back seat, I hopped out of the truck, Arius following soon after "And why does it matter exactly wether or not you are on time?" Shutting and locking the doors, I started making my way to the school entrance. Arius followed close next to me, hands sitting behind his back as he walked.

"Im already late, but if I skip school again they are gonna call my uncle."

"And why does that matter exactly?"

I didn't bother answering his question, taking a glance over at him, my eyes caught sight of the suit and tie he was currently wearing. Stopping just before the door, I was quick to turn to the black haired demon next to me. "You can't wear that." His blue eyes narrowed in confusion "Wear what? The suit?" He gestured towards his suit, I nodded my head in response, causing him to scoff. "It's a uniform." I crossed my arms, letting out a small huff in annoyance "It's atrocious." Gritting his teeth angrily, brows furrowed, he opened his mouth to say something, only for me to continue.

"No high schooler would be caught dead wearing that crap in place of everyday clothes."

A tight lipped smile sat on Arius face, shoving his hands in his pockets he leaned forward, his tall lanky form giving him the extra few inches of height to tower over me while saying "Well, it's a good thing I'm not a high schooler." I glared up at the demon in front of me, rolling my eyes I let out a small huff of aggravation, deciding to drop the subject, knowing he'd never give in. Turning back towards the front doors I was quick to state "Just, try to act at least a tiny bit normal." Walking over to the intercom I continued "I know that must be hard considering how small your brain is." Pressing the buzzer on the intercom I turned back around to face the angry demon.

Arius hands were now out of his pockets, turning into fists at his sides. His face scrunched up in anger, looking as if he was ready to kill me himself. "Be lucky your grandmother told me to look after you. Cause if she didn't, I would've killed you a long time ago. You have some fucking nerve talking to me that way." Hearing the loud click of the doors being unlocked, I just rolled my eyes at the black haired boy in front of me. Waving him off with one of my hands "Yeah, whatever you say." Pulling the door open, I walked inside, a fuming Arius following close behind.

I walked into the office, which sat right by the front door, Arius walking in behind me. "Well if it isn't miss (L/n). You actually decided to show up for school today?" I put of a forced smile, a fake laugh leaving my lips, all while staring down the old lady at the desk who I've grown all too annoyed of "Ah Darlene. You actually decided to brush your teeth for a change?" I asked while leaning over the front desk "Now I don't have to deal with that nasty ass breath" her cheery smile now turned forced.

Darlene was quick to bite out "I was just about to call your uncle. Tell him that you skipped yet again. But I guess I don't have the liberty of doing that today. That is, if you have a good excuse." She stared me down, practically begging me to have such a horrible excuse that she would have to call my uncle. 'This old ass women has had it out for me since the very beginning.' My eyes looked down at the counter in front of me, drumming my fingers on it for a quick second as I hummed in response to her statement.

Coming up with a quick lie, my eyes looked back up at Darlene "Ya see, I was just showing my..." grabbing ahold of Arius' arm, dragging him quickly over to me. The dark haired demon let out a small grunt in surprise, his attention seemed to be everywhere else as he examined the room. "Cousin" I sent a glance over at Arius to see if he was paying attention to the most important detail in this lie. But of course, Arius' attention was literally anywhere else, which caused me to let out a small huff before looking back at Darlene to continue my tale.

"Around the area, he just arrived here last night and I guess we just lost track of time-"

Darlene held out a hand while shaking her head, stoping me from trying to tell her the rest of my lie. "Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there. You seriously expect me to believe that this boy..." Arius' attention was finally on our conversation as my explanation was stopped, watching as Darlene gestured to him with her pen, she continued "is your cousin?" Bring her pen over to point at me, I stared at her in slight confusion, looking over at Arius next to me, who seemed to be staring down the lady in front of us, as if studying her.

My head turned, eyes drifting back over to Darlene, my left hand placed on my hip as my right gripped the backpack strap around my shoulder. "Well, yeah." I stated, slight confusion written on my face when she didn't believe me. Darlene rolled her eyes in annoyance, shaking her head, I watched as her hand reaches for the phone in front of her. My eyes went wide and I was about to speak up, only for Arius to cut me off, quickly strutting over to the counter in front of us while shoving me off to the side.

"Look, Darlene, was it?"

The old lady paused, her hand resting on the phone as Arius now had her attention. A smile appeared on Arius' lips as he stated "That is a beautiful name, I must say..." Arius held a hand out below the desk, waving it as if signaling for me to back off and let him talk. I heard Darlene giggle a little "Oh, why thank you" Arius was quick to continue with his charm "Do you know that name means Darling? And I have to say, I apologize if this is overstepping, but do you mind if I call you darling?" I stared at the side of his head in confusion, watching this whole scene play out.

A small giggle once again escaped the old lady's lips, her hands coming up to rest underneath her chin. "Well, aren't you just a charmer?" Arius dragged his tongue across his lips for a quick second, biting down on them as if to suppress a smile. Shrugging his shoulders he gave a response of "I try." he must've felt my stare on the side of his face, because he suddenly glanced over at me, a glare present on his features. "Do you mind? We are trying to have a conversation." I widened my eyes a little before throwing my hands up in surrender and walking over to the plastic chairs a little ways behind him.

Arius' attention was brought back over to Darlene soon after, and I dropped my bag down in a chair before sitting down in the one next to it. I watched as the two of them chatted, hearing giggles coming from the old hag here and there. 'The hell could he be talking about with her?' I thought as I waited for the two of them to be done talking. A few minutes later, Arius turned around, walking back towards me, showing me the two late passes in his hand, a smirk sitting on his lips as if rubbing it in my face.

Rolling my eyes, I picked up my bag, throwing one of the straps over my shoulder. Arius stopped in front of me while asking "If I'm the one with a small brain then how come I'm the one with the late passes?" I sent a glare to the demon in from of me, grumbling out a response "Yeah. Yeah. Whatever." Ripping my pass out of his hand.

The two of us started making our way out the door, only for Darlene to stop us. "Goodbye Damon, have a nice day!" She said cheerfully, which only cause Arius to let out an annoyed sigh before rolling his eyes. Turning back to look at Darlene a smile appeared on his face "You too darling" he stated, sending her a wink before turning back around and following me out the door. His face dropping back down into the same angry look he always seemed to wear.

"I fucking hate humans."

He grumbled, while shoving his hands angrily into his pockets. I glanced over at Arius, shaking my head a little, at his statement, only for me to look back in front of me. The dark haired demon walked quickly next to me, passing by 4 kids who were sitting in the hall working. The conversation between them seeming to die off as I now caught their attention just from walking by. Whispers could be heard from the two boys, causing giggles to arise from the girls in response. They were obviously talking about me, but I just ignored them and continued my walk towards my class.

"Something funny assholes?"

This caused me to stop in my tracks, quickly turning around, I was met with the sight of Arius standing in front of the four teens. The dark haired boy had his hands in his pockets, tall, lean figure practically leaning forward over them as if to intimidate. One of the boys stood up in response to Arius' question, moving his wavy brown hair out of his face, the boy let out a scoff "Who the hell are you?" An annoyed smile appeared on Arius' face, leaning in close to the boy that stood in front of him.

A murderous glint could be seen in the blue eyes of the dark haired boy. "I'm the guy that's gonna kick your ass." The teenage boy in front of Arius looked back at his friends, the two boys let out laughs in amusement, like kicking his ass was some kind of inside joke. Looking back into the rage filled eyes of the dark haired boy, an amused smile appearing on the brown haired boy's face. Hands coming up, only to push back against Ariu's chest, causing him to stumble backwards just a bit. A chuckle passed through Arius' lips, all while shaking his head, looking up at the boy in front of him, a smirk gracing his features.

"Bad idea."

The brown haired boy let out a small laugh "o-" he was barely able to get a word out, before Arius' grabbed him by the throat, holding him up in the air right against the lockers. A squeal in surprise left the girls lips, the brown haired boy letting out choked gasps, trying desperately to breath, his hands coming up to pull Arius' hand away only to have no luck. The other boy quickly shouted at him "Hey man!" Arius' eyes didn't deter from the boy in front of him, as the other tried to get him to let go of his friend. The dark haired demon quickly brought his elbow up, making contact with the other boys face causing him to pass out on the floor. "Jared!" One of the girls yelled, quickly kneeling down next to the boy and shaking him to get him to wake up, or at least show any signs that he's alive.

"Let's try this again. Shall we?"

Arius' grip tightened around the boys neck, limiting the amount of air he could breath in even more. A menacing grin sitting on his clear skinned face "Arius!" I yelled, quickly realizing that he was going to kill the poor boy, I was ignored. "The fuck were you laughing at?" Loosening his grip around the boy's throat so he could respond, letting out small coughs and tried to get in breaths of air. Arius rolled his eyes, growing impatient "Let him go Arius! You made your point!" Again I was ignored, the demon brought the boy more towards him using the hand on his throat.

Bringing him back towards the lockers, the back of the brown haired boys head slammed into the lockers behind him, coughing out a groan in pain. "Answer me." The demons teeth grit in anger and aggravation, the boy let out another cough or two before rasping out "We we're laughing at something we heard about the freak you’re walking with." Arius' murderous blue eyes didn't move away from the boy in front of him, only closing them for a few seconds, a sarcastic chuckle passing through his lips, along with a shake of his head.

I wanted to stop him. Yell at him. Scream. Do something to at least help these people. But I froze, because deep down, it felt good I wanted to wait and watch his next moves. I loved watching as people that seemed to anger me and hurt me with the constant whispers and giggles everyday, we're finally getting shit for it. Of course I learned to block it out, ignore it. I act like it doesn't phase me, like it doesn't hurt to hear people constantly talking about me calling me the school freak. But it's always hurt, no matter what I do to act like it doesn't, or to just block it out. It still hurts. So this? This felt good.

Bringing the boy towards him once again, Arius slammed his head back against the lockers behind him. I watched as small amounts of blood trickled down the back of the boys head, and against the lockers behind him "Don't just stand there!" My eyes drifted towards the girl that stood with her arms crossed, staring me down as if this was my fault. "Stop him! Do something!" A scoff left my lips, narrowing my eyes at her in anger. Crossing my arms a crossed my chest my eyes drifted back over to the scene in front of me.

"No."

An angry huff left her lips and she tried to pull Arius off the boy, only for him to bring his hand back, slapping her so hard across the cheek to the point where she spat out blood as she fell to the floor. His eyes never once wavering from the boy in front of him. A small smirk gracing my lips as I heard the demon speak up once again "Listen here, you piece of shit, If her name leaves your disgusting mouth again. I'll cut your damn tongue out of your fucking mouth and feed it to my dog" the boy didn't believe him, trying to let out a scoff but came out as a cough as Arius' hand tightened once again around his windpipe. "You're bluffing." He rasped out, eyes narrowing at the murderous boy.

The dark haired demon let out a dark chuckle in response "Wanna test that theory?" The boy stared at him for a second or two before shaking his head, eyes wide in fear "N-No" an annoyed smile appearing on Arius' face, leaning forward as to scare him even more "That's what I thought." Letting go of his throat, the boy dropped to Arius' feet, coughing and gasping for air. Walking a few feet away he turned back around, eyes narrowed at the three conscious humans on the ground.

An innocent smile gracing his features as he shoved his hands back into his black pants pockets. Arms in front of the suit jacket, causing the jacket to open up a little more at the bottom, fully showing his white dress shirt and tie. "If any of you imbeciles says a word about what happened here. I will personally kill you. And it will be slow and painful." The innocent smile dropped down to an annoyed one as his eyes drifted over each of them individually "Do we understand each other?" I looked over the teens on the ground, one of the boys were passed out, while the other held a hand around his neck, trying to breath properly again, all while slowly bleeding out from the back of his head. One of the girls held the passed out boy's head on her lap, tears streaming down her face, the other one held her cheek and jaw, tears also rolling down her face.

'Shit did he dislocate her jaw?'

The three of them nodded their heads quickly out of fear, not wanting to mess with or go against him. Nodding his head a quick "Great." Left his lips, as he continued the treck in the direction we were walking in. I stayed frozen in place, not knowing how to react to all of this as I just stared at the three injured teens in front of me. I opened my mouth to say something only for Arius to yell "Let's go!" Causing me to shaking my head and quickly follow after him.

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