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somebody made this meme ( https://x.com/sleepytaetae/status/1868213635597934635?t=HiFMLvIHiYQf4qwZ4hVv4g&s=19 ) HELPP its so accurate đđ the seok one is frying me
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im ngl i want to switch anton's with taro's đđ other than that, i pretty much agree đââď¸ heavy on sungchan and sohee
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Hwang Hyunjin x fem!reader: bondage kink
summary: You decided to snoop around your boyfriend's Amazon wishlist, trying to find the perfect gift for your first month anniversary. You couldn't believe what he had saved.
warnings: smut, shibari use, bondage (duh), hyunjin being a cutie and hot at the same time
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You and Hyunjin were only one week away from your first month anniversary and you were very excited and nervous at the same time.Â
It had been your dream when Hyunjin finally got the courage to ask you out on a date. You had felt on top of the world, feeling like it was a freaking dream. He took you to a nice fancy restaurant, complimented you the entire night and then took you out on two more before finally asking you to be his girlfriend.Â
It was recent, very new, and you still didnât know him a hundred percent, so you werenât really sure what to get him.Â
A first month anniversary was a huge deal for you, and you didnât want to disappoint him in the slightest. You knew he had a lot of money, so he could really buy anything he wanted.Â
You thought you could buy him a camera, but literally the day you searched for the one you knew he wanted, he purchased it himself. You also thought about taking him out on a date yourself, but you knew he wouldnât let you pay, and you honestly thought the idea was pretty lame and basic. He did that for you every single week, it wasn't that special.Â
An idea popped into your head.
Maybe you could sneak into his computer and lurk around his amazon wish list or something. You knew every inch of his house and belongings, so you could easily know what he owned or not.
You grabbed his computer and sat on the bed with an excited sigh.Â
You put the password and quickly opened google, typing amazon. Thankfully, the page immediately opened in his logged account, so you clicked on the wishlist button and carefully started looking for future gifts.Â
A Fender Stratocaster electric guitar⌠no, thatâs way too expensive. You were not even half as wealthy as he was, and besides, he had two guitars already. He didnât need a third one.Â
A painting brush set⌠it could be. Hyunjin really needed new brushes, so you wrote them down as possible options for gifts.Â
A vinyl record from the band he had recently started listening to⌠you got that for him for his birthday when you werenât together yet, it wasnât that special either. You had to be original.Â
Shibari ropes⌠wait.
Hold up.
Shibari ropes?
In his wishlist?
Was this something he was willing to try?Â
You bit your lip at the thought of trying that with Hyunjin. You couldnât stop thinking about him tying you up and letting him use you the way he wanted. You wouldnât have ever thought that your boyfriend was into that kinky shit, but here you are.Â
You sent the link of the shibari ropes he had put on favorites via airdrop and quickly closed the window, deleting the history search just in case he saw it and discovered your gift.Â
The ropes were a tiny bit expensive, but you knew they were totally gonna be worth it.Â
The week of the anniversary rolled faster than you thought and you were getting anxious by the minute. You started having second thoughts. What if he thought you were a fucking weirdo for buying the ropes, or even worse, what if he realised you went into his wishlist and broke up with you because he thought you were-
Okay, relax, you thought to yourself.
After the date he had taken you on, he took you back home and sat you on the bed, ready to give you the gift he had gotten for you.
âI really hope you like thisâ he said and grabbed a box from the closet that was hidden by his clothes.Â
You bit your lip and opened it, taking the box that was inside.Â
Once you opened the box, you gasped when you saw the two necklaces, one with your initial, and the other one with Hyunjinâs.Â
âI wanted to have your initial around my neck, and my initial around your neckâ he smiled. âI hope you donât think itâs weird, I just thought it-â he started rambling but you cut him short by kissing him deeply.
His breath hitched in surprise, but he was quick to grab your waist and pull your body closer to his.
You pulled away and then, pressed a peck to his lips. âI love it, Hyuneâ you giggled. âAnd I love youâ
It was the first time saying those three words to him.
His face broke out into the most heart crushing and wonderful smile you have ever seen. âGod, I love youâ he said and kissed you, making you fall back on the bed with a giggle, tangled in his arms.
When you felt the kiss getting a little way too hot, you pulled away, remembering he gift you had bought.
âI- I uh⌠I have a gift for you as wellâ you said and bit your lip, chewing on it.
Hyunjin let out a smirk. âOkayâŚâ he giggled.
You quickly sat up on the bed and walked towards your bags. You grabbed a box and sighed.
This is it.
You handed it to him, and he didnât miss the look on your face, noticing the way you were nervous about it.Â
âItâs okay if you find it⌠um⌠weird, and shitâ you mumbled as he carefully took the lid of the box out.Â
His eyes visibly widened when he saw the bright red ropes laying on the inside of the box.Â
âYou- Y/N⌠howâŚ?â he started stammering like a child and you couldnât help but chuckle.Â
âI- okay, I didnât know what to get you so I went into your wishlist on amazon and I found that you had these there in your favorites. And I- well, I thought you were into it- themâ you said, nervously.
Hyunjin took them out and his fingers caressed the rope. âYou want me to tie you up with these?â he asked, and you noticed the huskiness in his voice.
He wanted this.
You nodded slowly. âYeahâŚâ
âBecause you discovered I had a thing for it⌠or because you want me to?â he asked, trying to check if he had full consent from you on this one, or you were just trying to please him.Â
You smiled, realising the implying in his words. âBoth things, Hyune. Because you have a thing for it, and well, I want to try it as well, you know?â you said, licking your lips.Â
âFuck, get naked. Right the fuck nowâ he said, standing up from the bed and almost ripping his shirt off from the eagerness he felt.Â
Your eyes widened and then you saw the way he was dead serious about it.
You stood up shakily on your legs and slowly took off your dress, letting it slide over your body and pool on your feet.Â
You stood in your underwear and his eyebrows arched, a sign that he wanted those two remaining garments off as well. You hooked your pointer finger on the side of your panties and slid them down, kicking them further away and then your hands went behind your back, unclipping your bra and throwing it away.Â
Hyunjin grabbed the ropes and held two fingers up, curling them in a come here movement.Â
You walked towards him and let him wrap you up in the red ropes, tying them all over your body, till you could no longer move by yourself.
He grabbed you and deposited you on the bed.
His cock got impossibly hard at the state he had you in, all tied up and helpless. Hyunjin had you exactly how he wanted. You squirmed in your place, with a whine, trying to get him to do something.
âHyunjinâŚâ you whispered, your eyes getting teary already.
He chuckled and placed two hands next to your head. âI havenât done anything yet, baby, and youâre getting pouty on me alreadyâŚâ
His hands went to his belt, unbuckling it and throwing his jeans away, standing only in a pair of boxers that sit too tight on his hips due to his raging hard on.Â
His fingers swept over your core, teeth digging into his lips when he found you wet and ready for him. Â
âNo⌠no fingers, I just want your cock, Hyuneâ you moaned.
And how could he resist, really? When you were begging like that for him, so sweetly.Â
He manhandled you so you were on your knees, your face resting on the pillow and your arms were tied behind your back.Â
âDo you remember our safe word, jagi?â he asked you.
You nodded into the pillow and he slapped your ass swiftly, making you jolt and yelp.
âWordsâ he said sternly.
âI do⌠I doâŚâ you whined.
Hyunjin smirked. âGreatâ he stated. Â
Hyunjin took off his boxers, his erection slapping wetly on his stomach. He grabbed his length, pumping it with his hand a couple of times and then guiding it through your pussy lips.Â
You moaned into the pillow once you felt him buried to the hilt, and then his hips started moving torturously slow.Â
He heard you whine and start babbling nonsense against the pillow, making him chuckle. âWhat is it, baby?â he said, continuing his slow pace. âI canât hear youâ
You pushed your cheek into the sheets and let out a cry. âPlease go faster, Hyuneâ you pleaded, tears now rolling down your cheeks.Â
He grabbed you by the ropes that were tying your hands, lifting you up to a kneeling position, making your back hit his chest.
âYou know how hard it makes me to have you all tied up and helpless while you beg for me to fuck you?â he asked you, lust dripping in his tone.Â
You let out a moan when you felt him push his cock deep and fast inside of you, hitting over and over the sweet spot inside of you.Â
He could listen to the headboard hitting against the wall with loud thuds, knowing the members were gonna be fucking angry at him for making so much noise, but he really couldnât give to shits about it.Â
Hyunjin continued thrusting his hips and you moaned brokenly every time he hit the delicious spot. His teeth bit at your neck, leaving a few hickeys to adorn your skin.Â
âI love you, babyâ he whispered. âFuck, you look so good, such a fucking work of artâ he mumbled over your skin, going dumb himself over how well you were taking him. You were so wet and tight, added to the fact that you were making a wet dream of his come true by letting him tie you up, that it made him almost lose control. âFuck, are you close, honey?â
You nodded, unable to form any coherent words or even thoughts. His hand went over your front, finding your clit and rubbing it.Â
You tightened even more around him and he felt your orgasm coat his dick. Once he felt you relax under his hold, meaning you were already spent, he took his cock out from your quivering hold and laid you on the bed, angling your ass up.
He grabbed his cock and started jerking himself off, applying pressure to his base and his thumb rubbing over his tip.Â
The orgasm washed over him, making his legs tremble from the intensity of it. His come came out in spurts over your ass cheeks and he let out a broken moan when he finished, his eyes lingering on the artwork he had made over your ass, feeling himself proud and smug at the sight in front of him.Â
He let out a tired sigh and grabbed the ends of the ropes, prying them off of your body.Â
Hyunjin felt his heart ache when he saw the red lines on your body, from the tightness of them.
âShit, my love, Iâm so sorryâ he said, his hand coming to soothe off the redness.Â
You basked in his touch and smiled. âItâs okay, I liked itâ you said, with a shy giggle.
âOh Iâm fucking sure we both didâ Hyunjin said with a chuckle. âFuck baby, that was so freaking hotâÂ
You hid your face on the pillow, feeling your cheeks grow hot.Â
Hyunjin laughed at your shyness and pet your hair. âI love youâ he confessed once again.
âI love youâ you replied back and eyes his handsome face. âShibari, Hyunjin? Really?â
âStop!â he squealed, making you chuckle.Â
ââ .âŚ
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Astarion loves to take baths with you.
It's one of his favorite ways to spend his downtime in general, honestly. Not only is the bath such a soothing place to be (you know once this man has the option, he's going to splurge on a vast collection of luxury soaps, oils, hair masks, and body scrubs- the list goes on.), but there's just something about it that makes him feel so normal? Mortal, almost.
If he lets himself soak just long enough, the heat from the water begins to nullify the vampiric chill that he's grown ever so used to. It's a pleasant warmth that works its way past pale skin- past tired muscles and aching sinew- and settles down deep into his very bones. For a few precious moments, he can convince himself that the eternal discomfort of undeath has made off for good this time.
And his hair always looks spectacular after wash day. It's a win-win scenario for him. So for his favorite person to be involved as well? Well, that just makes it all the more better.
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This time, you're lounging on the floor nearby as he soaks- having stuck around after washing his hair for him as he oh-so-kindly requested of you. He's still a bit new at asking for small acts of kindness, so of course, you jumped at the chance to put your hands to good use. You were so careful not to catch your fingers on any snags as you worked a sweet-smelling soap through his wet curls, nails scrubbing away at his scalp even after it's all rinsed away just to hear him purr for you.
You're leaning against the bath, cheek cushioned against your forearm as it rests along the edge. The other swirls idly in the water- kept heated by clever use of prestidigitation (you'd recently picked up this cantrip for purposes such as this) and softened by the finest oils stolen gold could purchase. The curtains in your room are carefully drawn, and although your source of light comes from the multitude of candles scattered about, it's still enough to see the nice flush the heat brings to his skin. It's a little odd to see him so pinkened, and obviously, you can't help but stare no matter how hard you try not to.
It's the blood- your blood- that's pooling beneath the surface of his skin and giving him this radiance that many a man would covet.
Rose blooms a pretty bouquet on the smooth skin of his chest, up the length of his bared throat as he rests his head, and even reaches the tips of the pointy ears you so adore. Gods, even his knuckles are pinker when he reaches a hand out of the water to push his hair away from his forehead, and your gaze immediately follows the trail of soapy water as it glides down his wrist- drip-drops from his elbow and back into the bath.
Astarion looks so... peaceful like this.
Pale lashes rest upon warm cheeks as he reclines, face fallen soft, similar to how it does when he's deep in trance. A part of you wonders if this is how he might have looked back some two hundred years ago, before the affliction that was bestowed upon him by his old (now deceased, you celebrate mentally) master.
Eyes of ruby open just a crack, and you know that smug smile is coming before his lips so much as twitch.
"You know, my dear, most people consider staring to be rather rude." He purrs.
You're proud to say you don't miss a beat.
"Good thing you're nothing like most people then, hm?" Quick wit- a developing side effect from the many days spent traveling with the cheekiest rogue in all of FaerĂťn.
Quick as you may beâ he is quicker.Â
"Ah, right you are. Most people aren't nearly as beautiful as I amâ one can hardly blame you for all of your slack-jawed gawping."
A half-huffed laugh is pulled out of you. Astarion loves to pretend he isn't just as delighted by your glossy-eyed admiring as he is amused.
And here you are again, suddenly distracted by the slightest bounce of silver curls when he tilts his head to watch your smile hit your eyes. His hair looks a bit longer when it's weighed down by bathwater and conditioning oils, almost to the point where some bits just barely brush his shoulders. You're so mesmerized that you have to touch him. The hand that's been playing in the water comes up to brush a few nearly translucent hairs away from where they've stuck to the curve of his neck, lingering afterward to carefully trace a finger down to his collarbone as you continue your oggle-fest.
Only just a moment longer, you tell yourself, and then you'll leave him be.
Yet, he doesn't let you pull away too far when you've finished. A deft hand comes up from the depths to capture yours the second you think about leaving him to his privacy, and you nearly jump at the unfamiliar temperature of its grasp.
He's warm.
Almost warmer than you, and it's honestly kind of jarring.
Astarion's still sporting that smile, although a bit kinder than before. If you weren't watching so closely, you'd miss how his eyes flash, uncharacteristically shy for just a moment before that heavy-lidded stare is set back in place. He brings your joined hands up to his mouth, petal-soft lips resting against the damp heel of your palm in a not-so-kiss.
They press for a long moment, and you can feel the appreciative hum he gives more than you can hear it. It occurs to you that he's probably just as dazed at your matching temperatures as you are.
"Get in here, darling." The command comes out as more of a question, really. You know in your heart that you have every right to refuse him if you really want to and that he wouldn't even consider holding it against you if you did.
But why in the hells would you ever do a thing as silly as that?
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no one hurts you.
rafe cameron x fem!reader | angst | (attempted sa, murder, rafe being the best bf everđĽ°)
thankyou for the req anon! i switched some stuff up, i didnât want to add a new character (rafeâs brother like you requested) so i used topper instead bc i hate that manđââď¸
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âDo you have to go?â You huffed, pouting up at your boyfriend as the two of you stood by the front door. You were covering it, arms crossed over your chest to try and stop him from going.
Rafe let out an amused chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. âItâs just a night, baby. Weâve spent longer apart.â
âYeah, and when you came back you promised never to leave me again,â you whined, stomping your foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum. He just carried on smirking down at you, used to your behaviour after three years together.
Youâd stuck by his side through everything. He got locked up, for four months after an incident with a Pogue. It was supposed to be three years, but a mixture of good behaviour and a lot of payments had him out early. It had been six months since he got out, and heâd matured incredibly. He didnât pick fights anymore, he hadnât touched a line of coke since before jail, and he was finally working a proper job rather than doing drug deals for Barry. You were utterly proud of him, until now.
He had a business meeting on the mainland, and heâd decided to book a hotel for the night so that he didnât have to travel twice in one day. You were definitely unhappy with that decision, considering you hadnât spent a second away from him since he came back home.
âLook, youâre gonna be fine. Topâs gonna come over later to hang out, and Iâll call you after the meeting. Now be a good girl and stop pouting, if this deal goes well Iâll buy you that necklace you keep lookinâ at,â he stated, making your pout vanish.
You grinned up at him, nodding your head. âMkay. Promise youâll call?â
âPromise,â he murmured, leaning down to press a loving kiss to your lips. You tried to keep ahold of his shoulders to stop him from pulling away, but he just smirked and eased you off of him. âSee you tomorrow, gorgeous.â
âBye,â you mumbled, another pout appearing on your lips as you realised he was actually leaving.
He patted your cheek, giving you one more fleeting kiss before he walked out the door. You didnât move from the doorway until heâd got into the car and driven away, waving at you as he went.
You spent the majority of the day trying to distract yourself, watching rom-coms, cleaning up the house, making dinner. It was six pm when the doorbell rang, youâd honestly forgotten that Topper was coming over so when you opened the door to see him stood with a bottle of wine and a six-pack you were shocked.
âOh, hey, Top,â you greeted, moving out the way to let him in. âYou didnât actually have to come, Iâm okay by myself.â
âRafe wanted me to stop by,â Topper shrugged, giving you a charming smile as he walked further into the home that you and Rafe had recently purchased (or Rafe had purchased and you just came along). âI can leave, if you donât want me here.â
âNo, no. The company would be nice.â It was the truth, you werenât used to being alone and youâd started to go a little crazy with the amount of movies youâd watched.
Topper had been Rafeâs good friend for awhile, but since Rafe got out of jail and became a better man they didnât hang out as much. Topper was still pretty immature, partying as much as he possibly could, hooking up with random chicks and texting Rafe details he didnât need to know. He was also still big on the drug use, and Rafe knew he couldnât be around that. But, no matter what, they were close friends, and he trusted him to take care of you.
âCool. I brought you some wine, know you arenât a huge fan of beer,â he teased, holding the bottle out to you.
You tilted your head, accepting it with a cautious smile. âDidnât realise we would be drinking.â
âYeah, well, I figured youâre probably grumpy with Rafe gone and a drink could loosen you up.â He winked, trying to portray his words as a joke, but something about his tone made your chest tighten uncomfortably.
âRight,â you agreed with an awkward laugh. âUm, we can sit in the living room.â
Youâd poured yourself a glass of wine, but youâd only had a few sips. Topper, on the other hand, had finished five out of six of the beers. Youâd started off on opposite sides of the couch, but over the last half an hour heâd slowly edged his way closer to you. Youâd noticed it, of course you had, but you were trying not to think anything of it. He was Rafeâs friend, he was here as a favour, you felt guilty for feeling so uncomfortable around him.
âI like that skirt,â Topper murmured, hazy eyes looking your outfit up and down.
âUm, thanks. Rafe got it for me,â you said, tugging it down as you noticed it had ridden up.
Topperâs fingers brushed against your skirt, your whole body tensed up. âItâs nice.â
âThankyou,â you replied, trying to move away from him without it being noticeable. Except that was impossible, and he picked up on it immediately.
âSomethinâ wrong?â He asked, tilting his head to the side as he faced you. You shook your head, giving him a shaky smile. âCâmon, have some more wine.â
You didnât want more wine, you wanted to kick him out and go to bed, but heâd come all the way here, and heâd paid for the bottle, you felt rude to not drink it. You reached for your glass and took a few more sips, his eyes watching your every move.
âThere we go,â Topper grinned as the last sip went down your throat, you grimaced at the sour taste and put the glass back down on the coffee table.
Another twenty minutes went by, Rafeâs meeting would be over soon and heâd promised to call. You wanted Topper out by then, so you could have a conversation without feeling like a bad hostess. You turned to him, noticing how his eyes were already on you.
âUm, itâs getting lateâŚâ you hinted, messing with your necklace.
âI thought maybe I could stay over.â Your eyes widened at his words, you were certain Rafe wouldnât have suggested that. Him being here for an hour or two was fine, but for the night? You didnât want that, and you were sure your boyfriend wouldnât either.
Before you could even respond, his hand landed on your thigh. Your words got caught in your throat, heart racing with anxiety as you stared down at his hand. His rings were cold against your skin, his thumb starting to rub circles into your inner thigh as he edged his hand higher and higher.
You jumped up, staring at him like heâd lost his mind. âI think you should leave now, Topper.â
âWhat?â He laughed, looking up at you as if it was you that had done something wrong. âSeriously? Iâm not going to tell Rafe, aâight? You donât need to worry about that.â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â You exclaimed.
Topper stood up, towering over you with a scowl on his face. âStop acting dumb. I know how you feel about me, Iâve seen the looks. I mean, shit, wearing that tiny skirt when you knew I was coming over.â
âIâ I forgot you were coming, Top. Iâm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but Iâm happy with Rafeââ you started to ramble, hands growing sweaty.
âBullshit!â Topper snapped, glaring down at you. âYou want me, I know you do.â His hands landed on your hips, gripping so tightly you were sure it would leave a mark. You shoved at his chest, but he didnât move. He leant down and tried to kiss you, which had you using all your strength to pull out of his embrace and rush out the room.
You ran all the way upstairs, to your shared bedroom with Rafe, and locked the door behind you. You sat by the window, breathing heavily with tears down your cheeks as you waited to see him leave. After twenty minutes of him yelling at you through the locked door, he finally departed. It was only once he was out of sight that you ran downstairs and locked all the doors and windows.
Rafe called you as you were pacing the bedroom, you couldnât bring yourself to pick up.
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It didnât take a genius to notice you were acting off. It had been a week since Rafe returned, and youâd been jumpy, flinching every time he leaned down to kiss you, pushing him away when heâd try and initiate something, anything.
He was sick of it. At first heâd thought you were just being a brat because heâd left, figured youâd be back in his arms by the next day, but nothing had changed and he was starting to feel as if you werenât even his girlfriend anymore.
âYou cominâ to bed?â He asked, looking at where you sat on the opposite side of the couch; eyes hardly open as you stared at the tv.
âAfter this episode. You can go,â you mumbled. It was the same every night, youâd wait until he was asleep to crawl into bed even when you were falling asleep.
âAlright, enough of this shit,â he snapped, making you look over at him in surprise.
âWhat?â
âWhy are you actinâ like this? Did I do somethinâ?â He asked, begged, for an answer. You opened your mouth to answer, but all that came out was a choked sob. His anger faded and was replaced with panic, he moved so he was sat right up next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. âBaby, just talk to me. Tell me whatâs going on.â
âI canât,â you argued through a sob, covering your face with your hands.
He pulled your hands away, hands on your face to force you to look at him. âYes, you can. You can tell me anything. Just tell me what the problem is and Iâll fix it, okay? Iâm worried, baby. Youâve been beinâ so weird the last week.â
You thought youâd be able to get over it, thought maybe it wouldnât bother you all that much, but every time you took a second to think youâd be reminded of what happened. Topperâs hands on your hips, the look in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you. You didnât want to tell Rafe, what if he was mad at you? What if he believed that you really had given Topper signs?
âSomething happened when you were away,â you whispered shakily, big tears running down your cheeks. You couldnât keep it to yourself anymore, you had to tell him.
âWhat happened?â He murmured softly, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone.
âWhenâ when Topper came âround, heâŚâ you trailed off, shaking your head. âI canât say it.â
His eyes narrowed, fear taking over. âWhat did Topper do?â His tone wasnât soft anymore, it was angry, dark, you hadnât seen that look in his eyes since before he went to jail.
âHe⌠he was touchy, too touchy, he tried to kiss me,â you confessed, feeling both relief and panic at the fact youâd finally told him the truth. âHe was saying loads of stuff, about how heâs seen the way I look at him and that he knew I liked him. I promise, Rafe, I donât know what heâs talkingââ
âHey,â Rafe cut you off, tone sharp. âNon of this is your fault, you hear me? Iâm not mad at you, Iâm not disappointed in you, you didnât do anything wrong.â
A sigh of relief left your lips as you collapsed into his chest, sobbing as you clung to him. He stroked your hair, mumbling praise into your ear to try and calm you down. Eventually, you exhausted yourself so much that you fell asleep against his chest. He lifted you up and carried you to bed, but instead of getting in beside you he grabbed his gun from the bedside table and left the house.
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When you woke up the next morning the space beside you was empty. Your head hurt from all the crying youâd done, your eyes felt heavy but you forced yourself out of bed. You walked downstairs, finding Rafe sat at the kitchen counter with an unfamiliar phone in his hand.
âRafe?â You murmured tiredly, moving to stand next to him. He looked up at you, bags under his eyes as if he hadnât slept a wink. His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his lap.
âHey, you sleep okay?â He asked softly, kissing your temple as he kept his eyes on the phone.
âYeah⌠whatâre you doing up?â You questioned. There was a look in his eyes, manic and angry. You ran your hand over his cheek, making his eyes flicker over to you.
âListen, baby, I need you to do somethinâ for me. Somethinâ I promised youâd never have to do again,â he sighed.
âWhat is it?â You asked worriedly.
âIf anyone asks, I was here, with you, all of last night,â he stated, making your eyes narrow in confusion.
âWere you not here all night?â You stared at him, waiting for him to give you an explanation.
He didnât get the chance, because the next thing you know your phone is pinging with a text from Sarah. Have you heard the news about Topper? Followed by: is Rafe okay?
âRafe, what happened to Topper?â You asked shakily, looking between him and your phone.
âHe got what he deserved,â Rafe replied bluntly. He leant in a kissed your cheek. âIâm sorry, baby. I took it too far, I know that. But no one hurts you, no one.â
You should have been horrified, running from him or calling the cops, but you didnât want to do either of those things. You leant in and pressed your lips to his, his arms around you tightening.
It was no secret that Rafe would kill for you, you just never thought it would actually happen.
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Warm droplets of blood that had grouped on the edge of a busted lip were now flying across the room. The smell of iron filled the entire space much quicker than the screams of the victim it was coming from. Vermillion was splattering onto the walls, tables, and floors. Every time Qimirâs fist met the manâs face, the liquid that was seeping out of his broken skin was running for the hills and some of it had found shelter on Qimir's fabric. For the red that didnât end up staining the wall or his fist, it dripped and mixed itself with tears and saliva until it inevitably made a trail down the man's chest.
âI-I mean,â Qimir shook his head in disbelief while his lip broke into a smirk as he gave himself a moment to laugh. âDid you honestly think I wouldnât find out?â he asked. Qimirâs callous hands grabbed Menall's hair to pull his face up so Qimir could have a better look at the liar.
All the Sith could think about throughout the exchange was just how much of a waste of time the entire ordeal was. Most of the recent evenings were spent by you and him getting to know each other. Regardless, today he had to watch a sloppy merchant beg for his life by reciting promises like hymns as if anything he was saying was original.
âMenall,â Qimir kept the hold on the manâs, once dark now red, hair. âAll I asked was for your best sensor and you sent me bullshit. That's not fair,â he chastised like a teacher.
âI didnât sell the latest to anyone else! I swear! It was never for sale!â Menall's body shook as he cried. The merchant's own bodyguards watched the entire ordeal from across the room previously bruised and broken by only one man.
âBut,â Qimir got closer to his face and smiled, âI didnât ask for what was for sale. I said I wanted your best sensor."
The prospect of death was certainly an option. Nearly a guarantee since Qimir was known to have little patience. This was reason enough for Menall to look over to his guards and say, âGive it to him, you idiots!â
Before Qimir could finish wiping the red liquid off of his hands with the robe Menall wore, his goon came back with a small box. Once it was given in hand, Qimir opened it and glanced at the item before snapping the container close immediately.
âThank you," he bowed. "It was a pleasure doing business with you,â he said.
Before he could go, a silver dagger materialized from his hands, and just as quickly, Qimir had swiped at the merchant and took off his ear. The piece of tender flesh hit the ground before Menall could recognize the pain. However, when he did, he was howling even above Qimir's cool tone.
âShhh,â was all Qimir said before the man was holding and choking on his sobs like hot vomit. With a few painful cries from within the merchantâs throat cutting through, Qimir said, âRemember, I don't like repeating myself.â
Once he was out the door, the only clue that he was ever there was a few coins to cover the difference of the newer sensor and a surgeon that could reattach the manâs ear.
The seediest parts of the city Qimir lived in had much to avoid at night but it was still a city that never went quiet. Parts of it were still mesmerizing and lively enough to enjoy on every late-night walk he took. On his journey home, he passed restaurants and markets that emitted laughter brighter than light. For most of the journey, beaming bulbs from each restaurantâs insides made his hood glow and lit the lower part of his face that wasn't obscured. He only stopped once to make a brief purchase before he was back on his way.
~
The clock within your vision read twenty minutes before midnight when the sound of his footsteps filled the quiet of the surroundings. You were pulled out of your book when you heard Qimir stumbling in. The sounds stopped when he recklessly landed on the couch before his feet could give in from exhaustion.
Qimir could hear your feet make their way over to him as he let the couch consume him like quicksand. Once he let out a heavy exhale and opened his eyes, there you were across from him on the couch. You stared at him like a rabbit as you went over his state.
âYou smell of alcohol,â you spoke as if it were a trivia question.
When he looked over to you, his eyes were half-lidded. âAt least your other senses work,â he says with a faint but teasing smile. He wasn't entirely done with working on you but he was too selfish to wait until he could find all the parts that he wanted once your appearance was a carbon copy of what you looked like just before you died.
He let his eyes shut briefly to let his spine melt. You moved closer and let your eyes inspect his body and the way he chose to relax. Parts of your vision picked up on his state as you processed every important and unimportant detail of him.Â
âYouâre hurt,â you said as you looked at the split skin on his knuckles. They were red from irritation and were darker in some crevices.
Qimir let out one last sigh before he brought his other hand to hold your face. The one that wasnât marred with dried evidence that he hastily tried to wipe off as he was walking in. He always saved one throughout the confrontation so when he reached for you, he wouldn't stain you with his consequences.
You leaned closer until you were only a whisper away from his face. Qimir could feel his heart rapping in his ears as he heard you say plainly, âMay I help?â
The way your chest rose and fell was so convincing as you looked at him for permission to proceed. He should have said no. You needed fixing first but there he was fighting his greed and self-loathing like a bruised villain. You didnât even register a "yes" before he was taking your soft hands and navigating inside his pants.
With the day he had, he didnât want foreplay and he knew teasing would only make him break the wood of the sofa in frustration. So, Qimir placed your hands on his warm member all the while you kept your focus on his eyes which almost made him come into your hands right then and there.Â
âWhat should I do?â you asked. You were still adapting and hadnât learned how to completely improvise yet.
âStroke me,â he couldnât hold back the way he nearly sounded like he was begging.
You wrapped your cold hand around him. Qimir felt something travel up his throat and get stuck there. You took your time with moving back and forth like he hadn't just begged you to start, âlike this?â you asked.
He pulled you closer to his chest by the back of your neck and you immediately placed your free hand on his chest to hold yourself steady. You processed the gesture as a confirmation as you kept your focus. Your shining eyes stayed steady on him as Qimir felt every vein in his shaft go cold from your frigid strokes. His lips let out a breathy groan as his brown eyes danced to find somewhere to look to last longer.
âF-faster,â his voice shook as sweat traveled from his forehead to his bobbling Adamâs apple. He was already hot from the alcohol.
Your hand was steadily increasing in speed to the point where you had to pull his warm cock out to meet the cold air of the room for a better grip. His tip was just as rosey as the tips of his ears. A few drops of come had leaked out before that you used it to further lubricate your increasing speed. He let out another moan at that point that was louder than the last.
Certainly, Qimirâs heart rate made it obvious to you that he was soon to climax but what made it all the more evident was how to lept to kiss you. His biceps caged you under him on the couch. He never stopped rolling into your wet hand as he consumed your lips.
So his moans kept spilling out of his mouth to yours. However, you hadnât returned the offering which was the whole reason for his reluctance in the first place. He fought all of heaven and earth to pull himself from your kisses. In the same shaky breath, he gripped your wrist tightly to stop your stroking.
âIs something wrong?â your eyes danced from his eyes to his lips and back.
He let his hand stroke your hair as he spoke, âAre you enjoying this,â he said.
You looked at him puzzled, âI am,â you said plainly. It almost made Qimir laugh with how factual you had made it sound. He had no doubts but this was another one of those learning curves.
âItâs hard to tell when you never make a sound,â he said. The way the gears were already shifting and within a few seconds he was sure you had pocketed that feedback into a part of your processing.
âLike this?â you said before crashing your lips into him and releasing a sigh into his mouth to return him the favor.Â
Qimir had practically melted into your flowery mouth as he rushed to place his hand over yours that was wrapped around his swollen shaft. He quickened your pace and let you continue to bruise his lips as he nodded fervently to encourage the way you were latching to each other.
It was only a matter of time before he released a rumbling âfuckâ from his chest. He collapsed as a white string of his release squirted over his pants.
~
When Qimir woke up a few hours into the night, he discovered himself to be passed out on the couch and you ended up in another room, charging. The mild headache that he felt meant nothing to him as he walked through his home. You were peacefully rested on a long platform completely still as the only indicator of your functioning being was a glowing ring that could power you off or reset you entirely. He followed the ring like it was a lighthouse as the sound of rain hit against window like pebbles.
Qimir pulled a large, duvet from his bed on his way and draped it over you once he was close enough. He straightened out the parts of it that missed covering you before he slid next to you onto the cold platform. It wasnât at all comfortable. Oftentimes, he would wake up with a bad back but it didn't matter. This was a habit he formed when he first got you and paranoia never let him sleep for long when you werenât within reach.
When you woke up a few hours after Qimir, you walked around the apartment before you descended the stairs into where the rest of the safe parts of the city knew him as an apothecary. You passed the trinkets that decorated the space that were older than your body was. Qimir caught you eyeing them one day and told you that he had given them to you every time he returned from an overnight mission so it gave you a sense of responsibility to dust them whenever you could. This applied to the rest of the place which was only able to stay clean because you had nothing better to do than to wake up, contemplate humanity, and head back to your charging station.Â
Most of your consciousness was taken from your body and placed inside of an android and you were left to relearn how to practice humanity. You didnât understand how Qimir felt about it until one day he had come to see you staring at a drawing that was the spitting image of you. At the time, your eyes adjusted and readjusted to take in every detail as you took in new information while he was frozen at the door. It went like this for a few moments before he took the journal you had found and snapped it shut.
âYouâre home,â you told him.
âYeah,â he was putting the journal away.
âWas that me?â is what your database remembers saying.
âDonât worry about it,â he told you before he kissed you on your forehead and ushered you downstairs.
Now, you were descending the stairs to meet him in his medicinal store that wasnât open yet. He was sleeping when you saw him. You didnât know much about anything to do with emotions but you did know that the perpetual crease in his brow and frown on his lips only went away when he was sleeping. It didnât go away when he was drinking but he still did it. So, you spent a few seconds alone mixing plants and solutions before you woke him up.
âTodayâs weather is sunny with slight chances of rain in the evening,â you recited as he stirred out of his sleep with your shakes to his shoulder.
âMost people just say that the weather is nice outside,â he groaned out of his sleep as he stretched. You pushed the small tube of blue solution toward him. âWhatâs this?â he said.
âYouâre showing signs of dehydration. Follow this up with water,â you told him.
Qimir took the tube out of your hand for his hangover but took you as well as an offering. Without a warning, you were on his lap so suddenly. He didn't even need to touch you for you to end up there which was still a power of his you were adjusting to.
âThank you,â he told you after finishing it in one swing. You could feel the way his heart was racing as he suddenly buried his face in the crook of your neck. To him, it was so impressive how your skin mimicked flesh so eerily. As he bit against your neck and let himself massage your collar with his mouth, he knew it would never bruise but it didnât matter. This was the only thing keeping him from walking into the Jedi temple and causing a massacre or diving over the edge. He had created an indiscernible replacement that was doing a damn good job of keeping him from processing his grief.
When he was done, he moved to place you on top of the shop counter. It was closed that day so he was reaching for his shawl to head to the market.
âAre you going somewhere?â you asked him.Â
âYeah, I need to get you a better battery.â
âCan I come too?â
Your request stopped him dead in his tracks as he went over every possibility. He was ready to shoot you down, tell you that it wasnât safe outside, but your words were progress. This was the first time you had asked for anything. Also, it wouldnât hurt to have you have more stimuli to process. So he took off the shawl he had on and draped it over you just before taking your hand to lead you outside and into the city.
It was all so electrifying the way your senses were being overwhelmed by the environment. The foreign sounds of crowds coming and going from all directions were all you were inputting at first. Qimir was grasping your hand securely as you threaded to and fro with his destination in mind. You couldnât help the way your eyes wandered all over in contrast to his focused gaze. Everything smelled like the rain that came suddenly in the middle of the night and every voice sounded like raindrops in a large storm.
Eventually, you made it to the market and the pace that you were keeping up with was decreased. Perhaps it was the more slowed-down atmosphere or the way your bright eyes were eager to take in everything but Qimir finally let go of your hand.
âStay close,â he said as he walked around.
Qimir spent most of his time at the market looking over sellers until he came up disappointed in their selection and moved on to the next one. The both of you would walk up to a booth, and Qimir would ask a few questions about the variety, the seller may have even got as far as showing him a few battery options, but he'd eventually be on his way. This repeated until he had broken the comfortable silence between the both of you.
âSee anything you like?â he said.
But, you didnât respond. The first few seconds werenât a concern since he was hoping to give you time but when Qimir turned around to find you, you werenât there.Â
The way the ground was rushed from under him was instant.
His head whipped around as he watched people walk so casually passed him like he wasnât distressed over your absence. He cut and pushed through strangers as he looked for signs of the brown shawl that he had given you. It felt like it was happening all over again which was making his hands clam up as he tried to materialize you out of thin air.
He was seconds away from throwing all he had worked for just to throw up all the tables at the market with the wave of his hand until the part of his brain looking for something to gnaw on found your voice amongst a sea. He went running without question and had his hands gripping onto your shoulder tight by the next breath.
â[Name]!â
âQimir,â you looked up at him without any concern even though his eyes had looked as though he'd seen hell.
âI told you,â he was still catching his breath but it was clear to you that he was upset with the edge and volume in his voice âto stay close! And you justââ
âIâm sorry,â you told him. Qimir didnât even get a chance to reprimand you before you took his hand and said âI made a friend.â
He followed your eyes to a seller whom he wouldnât have known to be an advanced android if he hadnât spent weeks helping to craft you. The android waved.
âIsn't he fascinating? He's the latest to launch with his retinal disparities solvedââ you were expelling information to Qimir but the entire time he was looking at the seller. Even under the fabric, Qimir could see the android carried an enviable build because it didnât require any of the disciplines that Qimir had. The stranger even sported a polite smile that reached his eyes like all were programmed to do. The Sith spent his time looking over the being to find a hole in the persona but when he found nothing he checked back into the conversation you resumed with your fellow machine.
âYou got any type 13 batteries?â he interrupts with a tight-lipped smile.
âType 13C,â the android repeats as he sifts through a catalog behind the table. âYou guys are in luck. I have one more left." Qimir didn't miss the way the android looked over at you when he said that.
~
The walk back home should have been pleasant but Qimir spent most of it peeved even once he made it inside away from the brewing storm.
âYouâre upset,â you looked at him in the empty apartment as he put a bag down. Qimir didnât say anything about your statement so you thought to solve it the only way you knew how. You went to him as you calculated every way your decision could end.
You were kissing him in record time. Qimir felt your cold lips mold into him as he tried to keep focus on the root of his frustration. However, you were a fast learner because, by the time you placed him under your shirt, he was entirely distracted. You were getting so good at acting like you used to when you were human.
âQimir,â you moaned as you felt him squeeze your breast. His breathing was picking up as you broke the kiss for a moment but things were going right back to how they were before when he went back to kissing you. He went right back to kneading your breasts and making a mockery of your sensitive nipples.
It would have gone farther but Qimir told himself that heâd swap your parts since he couldnât spend another day holding back.
âLet me fix you,â he placed his forehead onto yours as spoken and traded his hands under your shirt for around your waist. âOkay?â he said.
You accepted the way his hands wrapped around your neck. It felt warm and comforting as he pressed your power button. The heaviness of your parts became clear when you went limp and into unconsciousness but you never met the ground since Qimirâs hand never left your neck until he secured your position to pick you up and walk you to your charging platform.
The way he admired you as he carefully peeled off your clothes. For every clothing item he took off, he felt his mind get quieter until your naked body made it all go silent.Â
Just as the rain started once more, Qimir started the rest of his day by reaching for his tool kit. He would open you up and give you every knee sensor, motor, and battery he had gotten for you to be the best. The closest to human he could get you.
~
Your vision was beyond better than it used to be when you woke up. 24 hours had gone by and you were now heading off of your platform. It was an odd feeling to be able to now feel the temperature. Had your home always been cold? Even the robe around you did little to keep the air from bitting at your appendages.
Your bare feet walked around the apartment searching for Qimir until you found him in the same room he had disassembled you. There on the stretcher was the body of the android who gave you your new battery and Qimir was still fishing to store spare parts for later.
âIâm upset.â That was all you said as you interrupted his fixated tinkering.
âWhat?â He looked up at you over his glasses. âDo you miss him?â This was the first time you were picking up that he was mocking you.
âWhat are you talking about?â you said in annoyance. The spectrum of your emotions was much deeper now.
Qimir placed his utensils down, took off his glasses, and walked over to you.
âYou said you liked him, right? So what did you expect me to do?â he spoke in that whisper that he only used when he was trying to reason with you.
âSo you broke him down to pieces,â you said.
By now, Qimir had your face in his hands.
âI didnât ask this of you,â you told him as you held onto both of his arms.
âOh, come on. You were practically begging for it, the way you were looking at him. I gave you what you wanted. Right? Those eyes that you liked so much.â
âI didnât want that,â you said. You should have been pulling away from him and told him how much of a monster he was as you looked past him and saw pieces of hardware and flesh haphazardly mixed together. He had practically eaten the android down to the bone trying to salvage every scrap he could find until he was reduced to nothing. Yet, you were just as much up a hypocrite to want the same man who gave you your first feeling of disgust to comfort you at the same time.
âHow do you know what you want, [Name]?â he let go of your face but kept walking forward even as you were stepping back.
âI do!â your declaration cut through the cold room as he had you cornered.
âSo what?â he caged you with both of his hands as he maintained a hard look into your eyes. âyou want your boyfriend back?â he teased you with a raised chin.
âHe is not my boyfriend⌠Youâre my idiot boyfriend.â you fired back as you pushed against his chest. You used the opportunity to get out of the prison he put you in.
You had got a new sense of humor. It would have fascinated Qimir if he wasnât secretly eager to keep pushing you. With the wave of his hand, he watches you get pulled back to him at such a speed that your chest hits against his with a thud.
âQimir.â You wanted to ask him what he was thinking because it was killing you.
âDonât look at me like that. Itâs distractingâ he told you.
âLike what?â
âLike you want me to fuck you,â he laughed lightly but it still reached his shoulders.
Your patience was being tested since no amount of calculating or sifting through your data could get you to figure out how to prove him wrong.Â
âOh,â he said. â... you do.â You didnât miss the way that the corner of his lips was holding back a smile that was on the edge of sanity. His brown eyes didnât look the same anymore.
âCome on,â you heard him say as you were scared he was right. He drew closer as he hovered over your lips but he tortured you since he never let your mouths meet.Â
âAsk me for it,â he said. Qimir could swear that he was doing his best to hold back because whenever you had a look on your face that you were processing, he felt this feeling in his chest to consume you.
âQimir,â you held onto yourself but by the time you felt the room becoming to how you just managed to say âplease.â
You pushed your lips onto him as he brought you against the wall to attack you with all you could handle. Qimir let his lips start at your mouth before he made his way down. He sucked at your jaw just to travel to your neck. You let out a few scattered moans every time he pushed forward until he was untying your robe.
He didnât let you think for a moment when his hand found its way past your robe and in between your folds. You blinked once, then twice as your lips were spilling moans all over.
âHow does it feel,â he said but you didnât register it the first time. âHuh?â he was practically pressing you for a response as his thumb rubbed the bud in between as his middle finger was slowly being consumed by the contraction of your hole taking him in.
âW-warm,â you confessed as your hand instinctively latched onto his arm.
âArenât you glad I got you a new sensor?â he tilted his hand to tease you while looking through his lashes. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you felt the temperature of your body increase. Qimir was having too much fun. âHm?â
He took his other hand to rub furiously against your warm, wet lips so he can focus on just pushing in and out of you at an impossible speed with the middle finger that he was using. The sound of him going in, out, back, and forth was loud enough for you to hear as the liquids that were seeping out of you were just being pushed back in his thick fingers.
You were so overwhelmed that your mouth opened but not a sound came out of you. You could hear your name being called but all you could focus on was how little control you had over your thighs as they were squeezing so tightly. Qimir saw the way you tried to snap shut but he pried you back open with his legs until your knees were buckling under the sensation.
âCome on keep standing.â he drove into you further with his fingers almost to bring you back up âYou can do it,â he said.
âI caâI canât,â you cried. Your tears that had welled up were finally spilling over and it only made Qimirâs pants tighter as he watched.
âYes, you can,â he said. He could tell you were close with the way your breathing was so irregular. That only made it worse for you as he took the opportunity to put another finger into you without warning. That clearly did it for you when he felt your pussy practically latch down on him like they were trying to push him out.Â
The way you cried at your climax did something to Qimirâs thoughts.
âThere you go.â he mumbled. The juices that came out of you and spilled all over his fingers made him tell you âGood girl,â with such breathiness.
âDonât get tired on me yet. We still got more things to test out.â Qimir picked you up so effortlessly. It felt like you blinked and when you opened your eyes, he was lying down with his back on the couch and you seated and secured near his hips. His member was just as flush as it was a few days before.Â
You were smart enough to understand what you wanted to do but you had no experience to know what it was about to feel like. Qimir was waiting with bated breath to see what youâd choose. A balloon was in your chest as you looked at his cock. When you wrapped your hands around it, Qimir felt a shutter travel up his spine. You rose carefully and adjusted yourself directly above his tip. As you sank, you could hear the wet noises that were coming from below as your quivering lips were sucking Qimir in with so little resistance.Â
Qimir threw his head back as he gasped. He missed the way you were practically chasing a high when the first feeling of him stretching you made you too horny and too eager.
He spoke through his moans. âSlow down youâre gonnaââ
A lowly groan passed your lips and your eyes were squeezing as you tried to catch yourself. âIt hurts,â
Qimir shouldnât have laughed but he couldnât help how clueless you were reduced to. You had the entire galaxyâs information running through your brain but your excitement made you throw intelligence out the window to chase the feeling that the thickness of his cock was giving. âYouâre trying to take it so quickly. Slow down.â
You took his advice until you completely buried his shaft into you until it was gone with the only evidence being the bulge in your abdomen. You stayed like this just enough to get used to it.
âQiââ you called for him but he already flipped over and knocked the wind out of you in the process.
The first time he pulled out felt disappointed until he snapped right back into you. His hips went back and pushed forward and your body bounced against it. First, it was slow. You gripped onto his shoulders as you were sure youâd probably lose your center of gravity if you didnât.
âHow does it feel?â he grunted.
âF-faster, please,â you gasped. âPlease.â
Qimir picked up his speed instantly. The warm feeling of his member and the veins that adorned it hitting against your insides was accompanied by a symphony of skin hitting skin. Your hands gripped and tightened while your nails made crescent marks on his back. By some point, Qimirs hands latched around your neck for some false sense of support as he tried to hit every angle of your pussy.Â
He drilled into you so relentlessly that you forgot how to breathe and just started hiccuping. Itâs not even like you needed the air but Qimir knew you better than you did.
âBreath,â he was now chest to chest and speaking into your ear. âYouâre gonna overheat if you donât breathe.â
So you listened and threw your head back as you took all the bullying his thrusting was doing to you. For a brief moment, your eye caught the droid in the other room.
âI broke him down just for you and now look at you,â Qimir chuckled into your neck as he kissed your neck.Â
He didnât even let you spend enough time looking to feel bad because he took your face in his hands to have you look right into his eyes as the sweat from his body was mixing with the come oozing out of you.
âDonât look at him. Look at me,â was the last thing he got to say before you felt your entire system malfunctioning. Thatâs the only way you could describe it as the cord in your stomach wound tighter and tighter until you finally snapped and your eyes briefly glowed white.Â
âThere you go,â he said as you shook and squirted on him.
You melted into the couch as Qimir chanced his high and took one of your breasts into his mouth. He kept going until he was releasing strings of come into you and letting out the filthy moans muffled by your breast.
Your eyelids were heavy from exhaustion as your systems tried to calibrate and compensate for the sudden dropping temperatures. You could only feel Qimir caress your face as he spoke.Â
âI think your database is overwhelmed. Weâll try more tomorrow.âÂ
You could hear the smile on his lips as you tightened your hold around his waist for comfort.
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in the age of answering machines, clark knows your parents arenât home but you are. and often talks to your machine like heâs waiting for you to pick up the phone. sometimes when youâre in a fight heâll try to coax you over so you can answer the phone so that he can clear the air. sometimes he gets carried away and details some of his fave parts of last night while youâre grinning at the machine letting him do it
you were honestly just being petty. you often tried not to get mad at clark when he was being all⌠clark-like.
youâd told yourself you wasnât going to be that kind of girlfriend anyway. the one that stops him from doing what he needs to do, which is often stopping tragedies and saving peopleâ but you supposed you were only human. you had feelings too.
chaos had been reaping through smallville lately, so clark had been a little out of it. first it was him staring into space when you were talking to him about some gossip heâd usually love to hear about, then heâd thrown you off his lap mid makeout session because he thought he saw someone dangerous out your bedroom window (however he did make up for that by putting you through the mattress that nightâŚ) but the final straw was him promising to meet you at a restaurant for dinner and then never showing up.
another life saved whilst you sat waiting for him. you were sure heâd received enough praise for the night, so you called it â leaving the place and heading back to your empty house to sulk around in your pyjamas instead of that pretty skirt youâd recently purchased, having saved it for a date night with clark. youâre sure heâll see it some other time.
you peel yourself off the couch to grab a glass of water when the phone starts to ring. itâs him, you know it â but with the upset stirring in your tummy and heart, you just didnât feel like picking up. you were hurt, selfishly maybe, but you couldnât help it. the tone beeps, and his voice sounds. you warm up instantly, just the effect he had on you but you stay strong, folding your arms over you protectively as he talks.
âbaby? look, please pick up. i am so, so sorry i missed our date. i mean iâ i ran there as soon as i could when i finished up with⌠well, iâm sure youâd seen it on the news by now.â he rambles, clearly not wanting to brag in your face about the save. he was humble like that â and really, he tried his hardest not to use it as an excuse most times. he waits a beat, and when you donât pick up, the continues talking. âyouâre really not gonna pick up the phone? how can i make it up to you, huh? iâll do whatever it is you want me to do. within reason. if youâre gonna ask me for a million dollars iâm afraid iâm a little short.â
you bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling. you hated that he could do this â make you smile even when youâre hurt or mad at him. or both. the joyous near-giggle is replaced by a sigh at your own slight defeat. as if he can hear this, clark continues.
âokay, not funny. noted. come on sweet girl, iâm not above begging, i will beg for your forgiveness⌠though, on the subject of beggingâŚâ youâre unsure of what heâs cooking up, but you hear the playful smile in his voice. âyou got me thinking⌠about last night.â you can almost see the slight dusting of red across his cheeks at the memory. it seems as though heâs shuffled closer to the phone, lowering his tone. âthe way you were begging to take me⌠you just sounded so⌠pretty. gosh, i was thinking about it all day. the way you looked up at me with those big⌠beautiful eyes⌠the way you could barely keep them open when i pushed inside you. getting me hot just thinking about it.â
your stomach flips at the memory, a quick flash of you on your back with your ankles resting on broad shoulders, whining at the stretch. âi want to take care of you like that again. tonight. iâd like to rub your clit for you until youâre shutting your legs around my hand like you usually do, and when youâre wet enough, well then iâll push all the way inside of you if youâd let me. make that bulge in your tummy like last time. youâre so little but you take it so well.â he hums, really into it now.
the only reason you hadnât dived for the phone was because your legs were giving out and youâd wobbled to the couch, just to see if heâd say anything else. you were enjoying this plead for you a little too much.
âi just have this feeling that youâre listening. would be pretty embarrassing if iâd just dirty talked a completely empty living room. actually, it would be worse if iâve got it all wrong and your parents are home tonight. uh, yeah â i really hope ââ
âclark.â you pick up the phone, breathy and almost exasperated at his ramblings. you hear his sigh of relief.
âthank god.â
âi do have the house⌠and i am home alone.â you offer meekly, almost disappointed in yourself. clark perks up, restlessly moving the phone to his other ear.
âyeah? well i should come round. iâm gonna come round. can you wait five minutes? iâll be so fast.â
âyes clark, come round.â you smile, twirling the phone line feeling the heat spread through you all the way to your crotch at the thought of him making it up to you.
âgreat. and baby, i really am sorry.â
you smile. he really was just such a good guy. âi know clark. now hurry over.â
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Hey! I apologize if this question has been asked before since it seems like a pretty obvious one, but where do you think the idea of Aventurine being a sex slave came from? Other than the obvious factor of it being something fun for the fandom to mess around with, I mean.
It's something I kind of took for granted as being true before playing his quest, but after finishing it I realized there wasn't really any indication. The only thing I can really think of is his master's comments about him having a good body. Is there anything in his behavior you can think of that would lead to this conclusion if it wasn't a popular fan interpretation already/kind of just an easy conclusion to reach with a slave character?
(also kind of related but what do you think of the idea that he sleeps around/with his clients to make deals? he's obviously willing to sexualize himself with the boob window, but that doesn't necessarily mean he goes further.)
As far as I can tell, the idea that Aventurine was involved in sexual slavery comes from three (maybe four) places:
First, the comment from the master about Aventurine's appearance. People were holding this comment up as refutable proof that Aventurine was used in sexual slavery on top of being tossed into the Hunger Games; however, the response from other players on this interpretation, especially the Chinese side of the fandom, was very mixed, with a lot of people pointing out that the context in the game probably meant the slave master was talking about Aventurine's ability to attract attention from fans watching the literal Sigonian Hunger Games, rather than having a direct sexual-slavery connotation.
Second, the comment from Sparkle about stripping naked and getting on his knees for Sunday. This one has way more implication in English than I think it might for an Eastern audience, actually. In English, this pretty much sounds like Sparkle saying Aventurine trades sexual favors for success in his gambles. However, I suspect the original intention in Chinese was more about humiliation. Western audiences don't have as much history with honor-based prostration, i.e. accepting corporal humiliation as a form of reconciliation that Eastern audiences might be more familiar with. And in any case, Sparkle is Sparkle. She probably just went for the lowest blow she could think of here.
Third, the general assumption that if Sigonian slaves were being chained, branded, beaten, sent to death matches, etc., it seems logical that they would also be taken advantage of in other ways. I honestly think this is probably the fairest take--many, many real slaves around the world faced (and still face!) sexual abuse, so if slaves from Sigonia were treated so poorly you could make them fight to the death for entertainment, it stands to reason they were probably also not safe from other forms of assault. We also have no idea what happened to Kakavasha in any of the years between his being a tiny child fleeing the massacre and then being purchased as a slave as a late-teens-early-twenties person. That's a very long time for a child to have to survive on their own on an extremely hostile planet and not face risks of all kinds or end up needing to do unspeakable things to survive. So I think this is at least not that far-fetched, although it's important to say there's nothing in the game that directly confirms this.
And fourth: I read a tweet semi-recently that stated that one of the Chinese (or maybe it was Japanese) names for a quest Aventurine was involved in was actually a reference to a book about a teenage sexual assault survivor. However, when I tried to verify this myself, I couldn't find any quest Aventurine was in that was based on a book about sexual assault in either English, Chinese, or Japanese. It's possible I just missed something, but I'm taking this one with a bit of a grain of salt currently, since I can't confirm it personally.
Regarding your other question, about whether I think Aventurine sleeps around to make deals...
I definitely think he does not, for one major reason.
First, I will admit that Aventurine is definitely willing to use his appearance to his advantage. This is pretty obvious. He wears incredibly flashy clothes, baths himself in cologne, overloads on glittering golden jewels, and absolutely calls attention to his appearance when working with clients.
We see him actively doing this in his Moment Among the Stars video, where he is clearly using his looks as an equal tool (to his wealth), to daze his target.
It's not an accident that he says things like "Use me as you wish," with all the explicit connotations preserved. The implication is there. However, unless he was absolutely backed into a corner, I think that implication is all it will ever be.
The reason I think this is that the devs go out of their way to give Aventurine three fairly noticeable physical behaviors in his in-game scenes:
For one, he has some of the most closed off body language of any character in the game.
Aventurine's default conversation pose is arms crossed directly and tightly in front of himself. This is like "Defensive Body Language 101." By crossing your arms, you put a symbolic barrier between yourself and the person you're speaking to, and also ensure that your hands are up and available in case you actually need to physically defend yourself.
Virtually all of Aventurine's conversations take place from this stance, no matter who he is speaking to (from the Trailblazer all the way to Topaz). He deliberately closes his pose off and tightens up his silhouette, which just sends a glaring "Don't touch me" message.
This closing off is also blatantly apparent when you compare it to the deliberately open poses he strikes while trying to make himself seem accessible to others (like tempting clients) or seem powerful (to intimidate):
Complementing this habit of closing himself off is a second noticeable aspect of his body language: He frequently avoids eye contact to the point that he even holds conversations while entirely facing away from the person he's speaking to.
I might be a bit lenient and say maybe he's doing this to on purpose to be mysterious, whoo~~ But... in all honestly, he just does this with everyone, even with Ratio while trying to talk about an actual important issue (wanting to look into Acheron's real identity). Hell, even the fake Aventurine does it to himself!
We can even say that wearing the rose-tinted glasses in the first place is another intentional barrier, one Aventurine deliberately removes in specific moments to give people the (false) impression that he's "letting them in" to his circle:
Now, this might be a bit more complicated in Aventurine's case, because eye contact has a whole extra meaning when eyes are the defining trait of your species and come with particularly challenging racial stereotypes. So it may be that Aventurine is simply used to conducting conversation while looking away to minimize racial prejudice against his eyes' unique appearance.
However, I'd also argue that the devs deliberately turned his entire model away in cutscene after cutscene to create a clear sense of being inaccessible, unapproachable, and unwilling to engage in the physical intimacy of standing closely, directly facing, and staring at his conversation partners.
While he faces away, he controls both the figurative and the literal direction of conversation, forcing people to keep their eyes on him while he is free to move as he pleases. Over and over again, it just says "I want to be the one in control. I'm not afraid to show my back to you, but you are not welcome to come near me."
And, in fact, that's a third aspect of his character's body language that I am sure the devs did not include accidentally: More so than other characters, many of Aventurine's conversations are conducted from weirdly far distances. Like, half the time he's talking, he's standing all the way on the opposite side of the room!
This habit of speaking from a-larger-than-normal distance is apparent in the first scene with Himeko...
And then in just about every other conversation too:
The bubble is twenty feet in every direction.
Like yes, he does approach and have conversations like a normal person... sometimes... But it is significantly more noticeable with Aventurine than with other characters that he often conducts whole conversations--even with his allies--from a distance. Just genuinely weirdly far apart.
Leaving space for Gaiathra, I guess.
And it's because these significant decisions were made with Aventurine's in-game body language that, when he deliberately alters his own behavior, it is instantaneously noticeable.
In 2.0, he closes the distance, the glasses come off, and he gets directly up in the Trailblazer's face.
It's uncomfortable not just because the player is suddenly being loomed over, but because this behavior has already been subconsciously established for the player as out of character for Aventurine.
The barriers the character himself was putting up are deliberately stripped away so that he can use physicality and demanding eye contact to intimidate his target. He has to reverse his own normal body language in order to come across as domineering (and, I guess if you're into that, appealing in a domineering manner).
And ummmm, just a tiny aside here because I can't resist:
This does mean that when the game goes out of its way to demonstrate Aventurine altering his own normal habit of distant and defensive body language, it is absolutely intentional.
Yes, this is a Ratiorine post in disguise. There literally isn't any other character in the game that Aventurine is shown being comfortable standing so close to and interacting with in this manner. This doesn't occur in every one of their scenes, but Ratio is the only character that this happens with repeatedly. It's not an accident that the devs literally added "They were walking side-by-side" as flavor text.
But look, I'll be fair: There's a great example of this in Aventurine's scene with Acheron too, where he closes the distance and attempts to make eye contact with her--seeking her guidance and closeness--and she is actually the one stepping away, speaking with her back turned, demonstrating her power and control (and issues with connection!) in that scene.
Anyway, this was a whole longggg tangent into analyzing Aventurine's body language, but my point is that, overall, the devs deliberately adjusted his model's actions in-game to give the impression of a person who clearly wants to be in control of every interaction he has with other people, who insists on distance over intimacy, and whose stances and habits suggest that he is significantly less accessible and open than his "Use me as you wish" motto might suggest.
Long story longer, I think that there is almost zero chance Aventurine is willingly ceding control over himself or the actions expected of him to anyone he isn't 100% comfortable with, and I think that using physical intimacy of any kind would be an absolute last resort for him. Frankly, he comes across as more likely to shoot himself in the foot than let someone he doesn't trust lay hands on him.
To me, he reads very much as "You may look, but you may not touch."
#honkai star rail#aventurine#honkai star rail meta#ratiorine#aventio#lowkey though#body language analysis#I fully respect people's sexy Aventurine headcanons#and I read many many fanfics too lol#but as far as what we're shown in-game is concerned#I think Aventurine would rather eat live scorpions than kiss a stranger#don't get me wrong#I think Aventurine will always do what he NEEDS to do#to win the gamble complete the mission etc.#BUT I also think#that he is FAR more likely to jump off a bridge to solve his problems#to commit MURDER to solve his problems#than use himself as a (literal) honey trap#it seems to me that this would be the last resort and only the last resort ever#not out of a desire to avoid sex or anything#but simply because of the issue of control#any form of vulnerability that would leave him at another person's whims#seems off the table unless absolutely absolutely necessary
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Distraction
Portgas D. Ace x Fem!Reader
You and Ace intended to spend the day at the beach, but he canât seem to be able to relax.
Warnings: modern au, so much smut. like so much smut. wet, sticky smut. 69-ing briefly. reader is also written to be on the chubbier side (im projecting <3) ace fucks you in the back of his car, basically. MINORS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.
I woke up thinking about Ace today so I cranked this out in, like, an hour. It was a nice change of pace while I've been finishing up IMLY and the Luffy fic from my poll, which is almost done! (speaking of which, thank you for 200 followers <3)
Ace hadnât seen your swimsuit yet. All he knew about it was that you purchased it recently on a shopping trip with a group of your friends, but it was currently concealed under a light t-shirt and denim shorts. Throughout the drive to the shoreline, he was anxiously eyeing your bare thighs, his grip on the steering wheel of his station wagon turning his knuckles white.
âWhatâs got you so nervous over there?â Your airly voice shook the freckled man out of his daze. âEyes on the road, hotshot.â
âItâs nothing,â he blurted, pouting and turning his attention back to the road. Maybe he should have you sit in the backseat when your skin was exposed.
His own friends often joked that he was no better than a dog. It wasnât his fault that his sex drive was higher than cruising altitude⌠or maybe it was. But he couldnât help his wandering eyes when the soft skin of your plush thighs was exposed, or the way your deft hands fiddled with your cuticles as you stared out the window, sparkling eyes taking in the cloudless summer day as the backroads passed by on the drive to the beach. Most of your evenings together were spent with either his head between your legs, your head between his legs, or your face smushed into a soft pillow while Ace desperately railed you from behind.
It was a good life, thatâs for sure.
âItâs been so long since Iâve been to the beach,â you suddenly stated, turning your head to look at your flustered boyfriend. âIâve only ever been swimming in pools recently!â
âYeah, me too,â he replied, his voice shaky.
Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. âAce, are you really alright? Your face is kind of red.â You reached your hand over to press your palm to his forehead. âYou donât feel like you have a fever, do you?â
âNah, I feel fine. Honestly. Just⌠thinking.â One of his hands left the steering wheel to rub his sweating palm against the fabric of his swim trunks. All he had on, other than the baggy trunks, was a white tank top that had a very unfortunate oil stain around the chest area. He was sure his entire upper body was flushing red with the debauched thoughts that plagued his weary brain. He hadnât even seen your bathing suit yet and his mind was running in circles. (He started to debate calling up that therapist that Sabo recommended.)
âWell, tell me if you really donât feel good. I donât want you to force yourself to be out today just because of me,â you cooed, your voice soft and comforting.
He needed to tell you to stop talking. Even the sound of your voice made butterflies swarm in his gut.
He might as well have been ovulating.
After what felt like an eternity, the trees surrounding the backroad route he had taken began to dissipate, replaced with the beautiful sight of the shoreline. The ocean spanned outward as far as you could see, disappearing along the horizon and blending in with the bright blue sky. A few small beach houses dotted the shore.
âYou said this was a public beach, right?â you asked curiously.
Ace nodded, swallowing a thick glob of spit. âPublic, but very minimal. Thereâs some private properties surrounding it so a lot of people assume the entire place is off-limits to locals, but thereâs a small parking lot set back from the beach near a tiny bathroom shack-lookinâ thing.â
You grinned. âNice.â
âDo you not like public beaches?â he inquired, tossing you a side eye as he pulled further down the road, approaching the aforementioned parking lot.
âI donât mind them,â you replied. âBut sometimes really busy beaches make me nervous. Sometimes I donât feel comfortable swimming when thereâs too many people around⌠I get self-conscious in my bathing suits!â Your statement was punctuated with a fluttering, nervous laugh as you involuntarily squeezed the skin of your thighs.
âWell, you donât have to worry about that when Iâm here,â Ace replied, flashing you a cheeky grin.
The parking lot seemed sparse. It was entirely gravel with a few decrepit wooden fences separating where cars could park, some overgrown weeds poking through the impacted dirt here and there. Sure enough, there was a brown, run-down bathroom shack between the beach and the parking lot. During high tide, it almost seemed like the entire area would get flooded, but the gravel was drier than bone thanks to the beating sunlight.
You dug through your bag, removing a tube of sunblock.
âI thought you already put on sunscreen before we left,â Ace said, pulling into a spot and putting his beat-up station wagon in park.
âI did, Iâm just putting some extra on my face,â you responded, uncapping the tube and squeezing some of the white gel onto your fingers. You deftly rubbed the lotion onto your skin, across your cheeks and brow, down your nose, and down your neck. Â
Ace needed to look away from you as your hands trailed down your neck and across your collarbones, ridding your hands of the excess lotion. You werenât provoking him on purpose, he knew that, but clearly his dick was taking charge of the day.
Little prick.
The two of you excitedly exited the car, grabbing your small umbrella and towels to find a nice spot to set up camp on the sand. You were quick to lay down your towel when you found a spot, Ace digging a deep hole into the ground to mount the umbrella and provide a shelter from the beating sunlight. Only a few other people were dotted around the beach, mostly older folk who were most certainly retired and enjoying their elderly days basking in the sunlight. The thought made you smile. You watched with glittering eyes as Ace pulled his tank top over his lean body, his muscular chest rippling with his movements, letting the cloth fall into his bag in a wrinkled heap.
âOh, shit, forgot the cooler,â Ace mumbled suddenly. âIâll be right back.â He swiftly turned tail and hiked through the sand back to his car.
You smiled, crawling under the umbrella and feeling the sand beneath the fabric shift below your knees. You slid your denim shorts down your legs, shifting your weight to pull them off before folding them neatly and tucking them into your beach bag. Your shirt followed, your hands hooking under the bottom hem and pulling it up over your head, repeating the process of folding it and storing it away. Weirdly enough, you felt more comfortable on this beach than any other. While some old folk liked to gab, the sparse population on this beach seemed more than willing to keep to themselves. And there was no risk of creepy men your age or obnoxious teenagers to toss rogue comments about your body or shitty pick-up lines.
And you had Ace, of course, who would kiss the ground you walked on if you asked. The thought made your stomach flutter with glee.
Back in the parking lot, Ace was quick to haul open his trunk and grab the small cooler they had packed with water, some sodas, and some light snacks, slinging it over his bare shoulder and slamming the door closed. The hinges made a terrible squealing noise as the door moved. He really needed to get that fixed. He quickly jogged back to the shoreline with the cooler bag in his possession, his sandals making scuff marks in the gravel.
He almost died and came back to life when he saw you from behind.
Your clothes were off, your body hugged in a bikini that looked sculpted for you and only you. The strawberry-print bodice was tied around your neck and below your shoulder blades with thin straps, the front of the suit being held together in the front with a metal ring between the bust. Your plump breasts peeked over the seams slightly, making blood rush to Aceâs face. The solid-colored bottoms squeezed your hips and ass perfectly, with one side open and held together with strings in an intricate criss-cross pattern.
Aceâs feet were moving on their own, his soul ascending from his body as he floated toward you.
You heard the rustle of his swim trunks from behind you as you approached, turning to look at him over your shoulder. âHey! All set with the cooler?â
He plopped to his knees on his own towel, the cooler hitting the ground with a thud. âYeah, all setâŚâ His voice trailed off as if he wanted to say something else.
You gazed at him with confusion painting your features.
âYou⌠you lookâŚâ Ace could barely look at you. âYou look so fucking hot⌠oh my god.â
Suddenly, his demeanor in the car made much more sense. The constant red flush painting his adorable freckled cheeks, his mouth in a perpetual tongue-tie, his lips pursing together tightly as he struggled to keep his composure. Your lips pulled into a bright smile, relishing in the flustered behavior of your boyfriend.
âAww, thank you, baby!â you cooed, moving closer to him. Your hands trailed down his arm, ghosting over the tattoo on his bicep before teasingly falling to the cooler and unzipping the top, pulling an orange soda out of the bag.
âPlease donât tease me, I think I might explode,â Ace huffed.
You popped open the can with a satisfying click, taking a quick sip from the opening. âYou know⌠I donât think anyoneâs going to mess with our stuff if you want to go back to the carâŚâ
Aceâs dark eyes darted toward you, assessing the mischievous expression on your face as you kept the cold soda can pressed against your mouth. The metal was rapidly developing condensation thanks to the heat in the air, droplets of water dripping down the orange can and onto your fingers, plopping against your folded knees.
He carefully removed the soda from your hands, tucking it back into the cooler to make sure it didnât spill, before standing up and hauling you to your feet, dragging you by your hand across the hot sand and back to the parking lot for a third time. He ripped his car keys from the pocket of his swim trunks, shoving the metal key into the door lock to open the vehicle before leading you to the trunk and popping open the door. You quickly clamored inside, him following behind you and closing the trunk from the inside. He chucked his keys somewhere towards the front of the car.
He wasted absolutely no time in smashing his lips against yours, making you wince slightly at the feeling of his teeth hitting your own, but the way his long fingers expertly groped the skin of your breasts below your bikini top made you forget about the momentary discomfort.
After a few stifling moments, Ace pulled away and heaved into the skin of your neck, holding you down by your shoulders.
The best part about him owning an old, refurbished station wagon was the ample amount of room in the back, as well as the lack of center console between the two front seats. It was a car built for fucking.
âIs this what you were thinking of on the ride over here?â you asked, a coy tone on your tongue. âAbout what my new swimsuit would look like?â
Ace grumbled, a childish pout on his lips as one of his hot hands continued to rub patterns up and down your side. Up to your breasts, his thumb ghosting over your concealed nipple, trailing down your waist and groping the plush flesh of your belly, down your thigh to squeeze your ass. The way the strings on the exposed side of your bottom piece fit into your skin made his cock throb.
âYouâre insatiable,â you giggled, your own hands leaving scorching patterns over his shoulders and arms. âAre you ovulating? Youâre acting like me before my period.â
âShush,â he grumbled, followed by another sweltering kiss, all tongue. You felt a dribble of spit leave the corner of your mouth, sticking to the skin of your cheek. His lips moved against yours, exchanging a blistering heat. Ace always seemed to radiate warmth even on the coldest days, and his presence in this moment filled your body with a heated, lustful buzz. Goosebumps rose on your skin when he pulled away from you leaving your front exposed, gently biting your puffy lower lip with his teeth.
âHow worried are you about someone messing with our things on the beach?â he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
You adjusted yourself slightly below him, his knees beside your hips caging you onto the floor of his trunk. âHmm⌠not too worried.â
âPerfect,â Ace replied swiftly, tugging his swim trunks down. Â
He had such a nice cock, perfectly shaped with a cut tip that flushed a beautiful rosy hue. A slight upward curve, lean and not too long, perfect. He was either hard for the entire time you were setting up your small spot on the sand and you hadnât noticed, or he was fighting with every fiber in his body to keep the erection at bay. Whatever the circumstance, the fantasy of spontaneously fucking you in the trunk of his car in that sexy bikini of yours that he daydreamed about on the drive down was finally coming true.
Your hands made a move down to your hips to pull on the fabric of your bottoms before his fingers wrapped around your wrists, halting your movement.
âSorry,â he uttered, his voice a soft whisper filled with a desperation you rarely saw from him. âYour suit stays on.â
Your mouth morphed into a grin as he released you, leaning back up on his knees and idly stroking his cock with his right hand. You parted your legs for him, making a show of smushing your breasts together under your tight top. God, your suit could have been molded onto your body, it looked so good.
âAre you going to stay there and jerk off over me, or are you going to share some of the fun?â you asked deviously, one of your hands crawling below your bottoms and teasing your clit with the slick that had built up. A pleasant, tingling flutter resonated in your belly and floated down your thighs, but nothing was better than the feeling of his fingers and cock doing the work for you.
âI want to do everything to you,â he muttered, releasing his dick from his slow ministrations. âI donât even know where to begin.â
You watched as it bobbed in the air, so hard it held itself out away from Aceâs toned stomach. You involuntarily licked your lips at the sight. âYouâre so prettyâŚâ you muttered. You took it upon yourself to sit up, gently pushing against Aceâs shoulders to get him to sit on the trunk floor on his ass, leaning against him further to get the hint to lay down in the position you had just been in.
Neither of you had a strictly dominating or strictly submissive attitude. Rather, you mutually shared the moment, taking charge when you wanted and snatching the lead away whenever you pleased. This was one of those moments as you rotated your body on top of his, moving your ass closer to his face as one of your hands ghosted along his hip bone, your other arm supporting you and keeping you upright.
Ace got the hint almost immediately, his greedy hands groping and squeezing your ass as he pulled you downward to rest your clothed cunt against his mouth. The hotness of his breath and the feeling of his lips against your weeping pussy concealed by the polyester made your breath hitch as your lips traveled closer and closer to the tip of his dick, watching hungrily as it seemed to pulse in the air, desperate for attention.
Your boyfriend made the first move, pulling you down by your hips and resting your cunt over his mouth, his tongue forcing its way between your folds through the suit and quickly finding your clit. You gasped, your arm shaking somewhat as you quickly followed his lead, wasting no time in taking his cock into your hot, ready mouth. Â
And goodness, did he taste good. A familiar slightly salty musk partnered with the residual scent of his daily body spray, a vanilla and cedar flavor that always made your heart flutter in your chest. His cock might as well have been burning as you hollowed out your lips and took him further down your mouth, loving the way the organ pulsed against your tongue. Â
On the other end, Aceâs fingers had found their way into the fabric of your bathing suit, holding the barrier aside as two of his digits spread your natural slick over your cunt and lubricated his skin before he pressed them into your pussy, addicted to the way your muscles constricted around him. Your entrance was always on the tighter side no matter how many times you fucked, and it was absolute heaven for him. He turned the pads of his two fingers forward, pushing gently against the roof of your vagina where he knew you were acutely sensitive, and smirked to himself when your thighs clenched around his head. Your movements over his cock momentarily stuttered at the feeling of his thumb connecting with your clit to simultaneously stroke the needy bud while passionately fingering your pussy.
He knew you too well. He knew what you needed. Ace wasnât a selfish lover, he had learned your quirks and needs very early on in your relationship. You loved your clit rubbed in somewhat slow circles, alternating between various pressures. You responded to his fingers against your g-spot, and you loved when his dick curled upward into the same area. Not too deep so as to hit your cervix, which hurt you quite a bit, but deep enough to reach those sensitive areas that had your legs shaking.
You learned quickly too, however. Aceâs tip was the most sensitive part of him, his breaths growing shallow when you delicately sucked your lips around it and trailed your tongue along the slit, collecting the small amount of salty precum that emerged from the tip. He loved it when you gently fondled his balls, rubbing the wrinkled skin between the pads of your fingers. He adored the inside of his thighs being caressed, and you tried your best to do both with one hand as the other trembling appendage fought to support your weight as you continued to blow him.
You popped off of his cock momentarily, stroking the base with your hand. âDid you have fruit recently?â you asked, turning your head somewhat to look over your shoulder. Not like you could see much.
Ace paused his motions against your pussy. â... Maybe.â
You grinned, the usually salty, bitter taste of his essence now replaced with something slightly sweeter. You wanted to egg him on, to ask him if he had planned for this to happen and eaten some pineapple or citrus with his breakfast in preparation, but you decided to keep your inquiries to yourself and return to your task of sucking him off.
Ace was content to keep fingering you, his current position in between your thighs a bit too difficult to involve his tongue, but he knew he could please you regardless. The circular movements of his calloused thumb against your throbbing clit had you sucking in sharp, lustful breaths through your nose, small whimpers leaving your throat and vibrating down his shaft making him bite his lip and stifle a wheeze. Your thighs were quivering as he continued to curl his fingers into your g-spot, following the rhythm of your lips around his cock.
After some moments, however, you quickly scrambled off of him, your hand clutching around your stomach as you pivoted above him, capturing his lips in yours. You ground your clothed cunt over his pulsing cock, keeping it locked between your pussy and his toned abdomen.
âNow whoâs the desperate one?â he asked, teasingly, his signature boyish smirk traveling right back to your clit.
âI canât help it, youâre contagious,â you huffed against the skin of his cheek.
Usually, the two of you used lube. It didnât matter how wet you got thanks to foreplay, the sensations were always heightened when there was no risk of chafing. But clearly, you didnât have that luxury today. Nor did you have any condoms. Instead, you bit down your thoughts, reserved yourself to spending 70 beri on the morning-after pill later that day, and hovered over his cock. You pulled your swimsuit to the side and took his dick in your hands, wasting no time in slipping it through your folds that were thoroughly drenched thanks to Aceâs expert fingers. Â
The first insertion always hurt somewhat. A slight, red-hot throbbing pain that radiated through your pelvis, followed by a pleasant pressure as his cock slowly intruded into your tight muscle. The groan that radiated from Aceâs throat made your pussy flutter. Â
That was another thing you loved about him. He was loud.
Maybe on a normal day youâd be worried about someone hearing you, or seeing the way his car shook with the force of your collective moments, but both of you had succumbed to desperation and couldnât care less. Traumatize the elderly beach goers who might happen to walk through the gravel parking lot to their own cars.
You sunk fully down onto Aceâs hips, his dick perfectly nestled inside your wet and willing pussy as his hands tightly gripped your hips through your suit bottoms. You slowly rocked your hips, desperate for some extra friction against your clit. It was much harder with the fabric covering you, but eventually you found a movement that felt just right. Edging your hips slightly forward, you rolled your pelvis against his, dragging your clothed slit over the taught skin of his lower abdomen, moaning at the feeling of his dick pulsing within you.
Maybe you really didnât have to worry about lube today. Every motion against the walls of your vagina had you biting your lip and arching your back over him.
Aceâs hands assisted with bouncing you on his cock, his voice slowly increasing in volume as he watched you through half-lidded as your breasts jiggled with each movement, how the fat of your belly and thighs rippled so deliciously as you gyrated above him. His voice was delectable, gruff and whiny, higher-pitched than usual with stuttering breaths and hitches in his throat that had your heart beating a mile a minute.
Your legs were growing tired, and Ace could tell. He wordlessly beckoned you off of him, being quick to lean you over the back seats and move your suit to the side again, slipping his cock back in between your folds. This angle always fit the both of you. As much as Ace loved it when you rode him, taking you from behind came with many more benefits. His free hand could travel down to dip beneath the cloth of your swimsuit and rub those delicious circles against your clit while simultaneously thrusting his desperate hips against your ass. His chest pressed into your shoulder blades, his free hand supporting him against the back of the seats as you held onto the leather for dear life, whining with each motion of his cock against your inner walls and his calloused fingers against your clit.
It didnât take long for you to unravel, the feeling of his rough finger pads against your desperate nub too much to bear. Your orgasm approached slowly at first, filling your stomach with warmth, the insides of your eyelids flashing purple and indigo, before your body snapped and you were shuddering against Ace, moaning out loud as your pussy involuntarily clenched around his cock, your cunt feeling feather light as it fluttered. The force of your orgasm caused you to gyrate your hips back against his, weak, airy moans escaping your tongue as the red-hot pleasure radiated through your entire body leaving your pussy buzzing with the aftershocks.
Ace was barely holding it together. The force of your orgasm causing your pussy to clench around his cock had his arms weakening against the seat, his hips frantically rutting into you as sultry moans left his lips at the feeling of his cock burning inside you, begging for satisfaction. His fingers never stopped rubbing your clit, caught up in what had essentially become second nature for him. The overstimulation had you twitching around him, shallow breaths heaving from your lungs. Aceâs pace increased as did the stuttering of his hips, his thrusts growing more shallow as his own orgasm approached.
âA-Ace⌠fuck, babyâŚâ you whined, dropping your forehead against the back of the seat. âYouâre gonna make me cum againâŚâ
The man was too caught up in the throes of pleasure. Calling him desperate earlier was clearly an understatement. A loud, throaty groan reverberated from his lips as his hips rapidly drilled into you, forcing you against the back of the seat. His shallow breaths only helped to fuel your second orgasm that rocked you with a sudden wash of white light behind your eyes and you were shuddering against him again, your own moans filling the stifling air of the car. Â
Ace barely had time to call out your name before he was thrusting disjointedly into you, crackled, weary moans leaving his lips as he came into your sore cunt, his hands pressing down onto your lower back to keep you still as he buried his cock into you, soaking you more than you already were. You felt him pull out of you, your cunt fluttering around nothing as the sound of him falling backwards against the closed door of his trunk filled your ears.
Your own spent body dropped to the side, sitting on your hip and barely holding yourself up with one hand. You slowly picked your head up, gazing at your boyfriend and assessing his condition.
Black hair mussed beyond belief, his freckled cheeks and shoulders flushed with a delicate red hue, his lips wet and swollen parted with the force of his labored breathing. His eyes were closed, jaw slack as his pelvis continued to twitch from the force of his orgasm. A few last drops of cum were bubbling from his tip, slowly dripping down his drenched dick that almost glistened, covered in your own fluids. You felt wet between your legs. It would have been a nice feeling if you werenât already so stifling, your entire body feeling sticky. You finally noticed the way the windows had fogged up. You didnât have time to think about carbon dioxide toxicity before Aceâs weary hand traveled up to the back window of his trunk door, blindly popping the window open a crack to let some fresh air flow into the car. The summer heat felt oddly cool against your sweaty skin.
You slowly crawled closer to Ace, ignoring the way your drenched cunt sat uncomfortably inside your bathing suit. You combed a damp strand of black hair off of his forehead before delicately pressing your lips against his cheek, encouraging him to finally open his eyes.
âYou alright?â you asked, your voice low and quiet.
He finally smiled, his narrow, dark eyes filling your chest with warmth. âI think my heart almost stopped.â
You giggled, running your sweaty hand up and down his skin. âShould I wear bathing suits around you more often? I donât think youâve ever fucked me like that.â
Your boyfriendâs humble laughter made you grin. âFor the sake of my health, you probably shouldnât.â He finally leaned forward to press a tender kiss against your wet lips. âThough, if I were to die fucking you in a bikini, Iâd die a very, very happy man.â
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Omega!Eddie Munson x Alpha!Fem!Reader
wc: 9.1k
+18 mdni omegaverse, enemies to lovers, fated mates, knotting, mentions of heatand rut, submissive behaviour, explicit, oral (69), p in v (no protection), fluff, biting, late presentation, omegan virginity
Plot: Eddie was a regular at your music store, and his scent, even for a Beta, was delicious to you. Someone who never enjoyed the scent of other people, not even Omegas. The difference is that Eddie repulsed your scent... or so you thought.
a/n: welcome to roe's omega boys series. Billy is next. Enjoy.
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FATED
Most days you didnât care who was coming into the store and who didnât.Â
Recently, the introduction of portable CD players changed the record store into a âMusic Storeâ because now you sold those shiny holographic albums. The business boomed, and as the store owner you were always there, standing proudly at how much clientele your little shop in Starcourt Mall brought in.
You were the first shop to bring in these new devices and the albums and recordings for them to be played. It was a tight money investment, but it honestly brought you more income than ever, and people loved this new technology, and thanks to that, you were now gaining profit.
But it also brought in the worst customer you ever had.
âRobin, please help him. Iâm not dealing with his shit today.â You said groggily to your best friend and coworker.Â
âHonestly, I know there are other shops with the albums he always buys, I donât know why he is adamant about coming here.â Robin only commented while walking over to that customer who made you crack your neck more than once during his visit.Â
You looked at how Robin confidently talked to him because she had told you she had known him since high school. You came to Hawkins after you had presented as an Alpha two years ago. You just needed to be independent, and Atlanta was not doing it for you in any way. The smell and scents were disgusting there, and you never once missed it except for your mother.Â
Now, in 1997, and at 25 years old you had a very successful store, and you had met amazing friends. Steve Harrington, an Omega who is mated with Alpha Billy Hargrove. Robin a Beta who is happily dating another Beta, Chrissy. Billy Hargrove had a rough exterior, but whenever Steve sat on his lap the Alpha would just snuggle him, scenting him with a big dopey smile on his face and you wondered how that felt.
Were you ever going to meet that person?
You believed you had a condition because it couldnât be possible that you didnât like any Omega scent that wasnât mated yet. You were never attracted to the scent, so the only people you have been sleeping with have been Betas. Doctors said that you didnât have any medical issues going on.
So maybe you were just⌠different. You have heard of Alphas being attracted to Alphas only, or Betas, but⌠itâs not like you werenât attracted to Omegas, it was just their scent. It made your nose scrunch up continuously.Â
You were ticking off the items on the merchandise list, doing inventory to see what albums need another order. Maybe fifteen CDs will suffice? You wrote that for Nirvana and you cannot believe that you were out of Backstreet Boys already. You ordered a new batch last week, but you could only smile at the teenagers screaming on the counter whenever they could purchase that disc.Â
You were startled when a loud thump on the counter made you snap back up, looking at the cause of the noise. One disc, just the new Aerosmith album. You sighed already knowing who was purchasing this item and your gaze slowly went up to see that dopey stupid grin on his face while Robin said âSorryâ from behind him.
âDo I get a discount for being a regular client?âÂ
Fuck him. Fuck Eddie Munson.
âFuck no. If I could, I would raise the price for you only.â You gritted out of your lips, scanning the CDs in the register. You heard him hum in thought but you just kept punching the numbers in the machine to then look up at him. â18 bucks Munson.â
âShit princess, your prices kill people, you know that?â He commented while shaking his head but he was still taking his wallet out. He put the bill on the counter and you rolled your eyes, putting the 20 bill into the register and handing him the change placing it on the counter for him to take.
âIf you donât like my prices, you can always go to the shops downtown.â You spat at him, anger filling your entire body, only to hear him chuckle.
âIf I do that, I wonât be able to make your good day turn into a bad one.â You wanted to hiss at this fucker. You are an Alpha and he was a Beta. Who the fuck does he think he is disrespecting you like that? You never cared for designations but with Eddie? Oh, you fucking did.
âDonât make me kick you the fuck out of my store.â He raised his hands in defeat, taking the album from the counter and taking a step away, the chains around his hips clinking.
âDonât miss me too much.â He grinned at you and walked out of the doors and you shot a pissed-off look towards Robin. She finished helping a client and then walked over to you, letting a sigh out.
âHe slipped from my fingers in a second. I donât know how he did it, but he did.â You growled in a low tone at the situation, making Robin back away slightly from you and you sighed, shaking your head.
âSorry Robs⌠Itâs just, it fucking irks me.â You said as you scratched the patch over your scent gland. It was itchy but ever since he fucking said that to you, you couldnât help but feel conscious about yourself.
âCover that up, your scent is repulsing.âÂ
Thatâs what he had said when he first entered the store two months ago. You bared your teeth at him and he had taken a step backwards. A cocky little Beta. But a Beta thatâŚÂ
âI know⌠Yeah, I donât smell it, but maybe itâs because youâre an Alpha.â Robin replied to you, trying to sound confident about it, but you could only shake your head, a sigh escaping your lips.
âI have to be condemned or something. I never once liked a scent before in my life, and the first one I find delightful is from a goddamn cocky Beta that hates my scent.âÂ
And you remembered how your heart had stopped when he first approached you, his sweet scent filling your nostrils in a way that you couldnât help but take a deep breath in of it. You were ecstatic, shaking with excitement, needing to know about him⌠Only for his nose to scrunch up and tell you that your scent was disgusting to him.
âHey, I mean, maybe you can get him back by taking your patch off? Like, fuck him for saying that to you, itâs your store and he will have to deal with it.â You didnât want to make him feel disgusted by you, because the first time was already hurtful to you, and you didnât need to see it again.
But maybe Robin was right. You needed to do something in order for him to stop coming to the store so you wouldnât have to see him anymore. So you wouldnât be able to smell him anymore.Â
So the next week, you decided to discard the scent patch on your gland. You have been doing trial and error for the first three days, seeing how the customers would react, only for them to not say anything at all. Even an Alpha complimented you for the strong wooden smell you emanated and even Robin wanted to take a whiff out of your neck but held back.
And the last test was already coming closer to the glass doors, his grin spread on his lips, and when he opened the door his smile faded completely. You squinted at him as you defied his entrance, almost baring your fangs at him, letting him know you didnât want to be messed with any longer.
But you saw how his eyes teared up, his eyebrows folding in the center of his forehead, and you swore you saw him shake slightly, all over, and you could see how he took a step backwards from you, making your intense stare turn into a worried one. You suddenly felt a whiff of not only a sweet scent but alsoâ something flowery?
Before you could pinpoint what it was, the smell was gone in a flash. You saw how Eddie rushed out of the store, desperately, almost falling over as he did so. Worry hit your chest and mind as you saw the action, catching other customers' attention. Robin looked at you worriedly and you couldnât help but feel guilty.
What did you do to him? Was your scent so repulsing he had to leave?Â
You felt rejected by a person who has been making your life a little harder every day, yet you never really hated. You always glanced at him whenever he laughed with Robin, wholeheartedly, and he was the most beautiful Beta youâve ever seen.Â
But it would never happen because you were disgusting to him
âRobs?â
âYeah?â
âI might have to leave Hawkins.â
The decision was not easy, but your Alpha couldnât handle the rejection any longer. Itâs been a week and there was no sign of Eddie at all. You had put on the scent patch on your gland to cover it up again, in hopes that he gets the news from Robin or someone that you already put it on again.
But there was still no sign of your lovely Beta. Of that Beta that made you scent drunk for the very first time, and that made you feel that electricity you have been taught about, just a wave of shocks going all over your body.Â
You would be leaving in two weeks, leaving the store to Robin to take care of while you tried to open a franchise somewhere else. Robin complained, of course, telling you that you should pay no mind to Eddie suddenly vanishing, that you two never liked each other even.Â
But it didnât hurt less.
You punched in the last few numbers in the register, looking up towards the clock on the wall. There were no more customers because you were about to close the shop, already 8 PM.Â
You heard the glass doors open, a strong sweet scent filling the entire room. The strongest scent youâve ever smelled in your entire life. Stronger than the Beta that always invaded the store. You turned your head and on the other side of the counter was a panting, flushed, Eddie Munson with sweat all over his forehead.
You felt as if you were suddenly punched in the face, in the gut, just everywhere by how intense his scent was, how you could see how his mating gland was bright red, pulsing and a shockwave ran all over your body, andâ Shit, you could smell slick.
The sweet smell was slick.
âWhatâ What the fuck did Robin mean when she said you were leaving!?â
A whine. There was a whine in the back of his throat and you found yourself in a situation you never experienced in your life. You felt your tip already leaking, wanting to come out from your cavity so it could spring up, and also the need to console him, seeing the tears that wanted to simply slip out of his waterline.
You were in front of a distressed Omega.
You rounded the corner as he looked at you, panting, whines coming out of his throat and chest and you swore you never heard a more delightful yet painful sound in your life. You needed to take care of him. You needed your Omega to be happy.
âShh, shh⌠youâre okay Omega⌠Youâre okayâŚâ You slowly spoke in a low tone, and Eddie immediately calmed down, his breathing slowly becoming regular once more. He took a step towards you, desperation all over his face.Â
âYouâre not leaving, are you? Please tell me youâre not⌠I wonâtâ I donâtââ He was mumbling but even in your bliss you needed answers. You needed them before you touched him for the first time.Â
âYouâre⌠Why are you an Omega? Youâ You were a Betaââ And he shook his head really quickly, making his sweaty curls move from side to side. You could still smell the slick in between his legs. Fuck, your mind was hazing all over. Shit.Â
âI presented⌠Yourâ Your scent triggered my presentation.âÂ
Your jaw dropped. You triggered it? He wasnât a Beta? You assumed he was because of the small sweet scent he had because even Betas have a faint scent to them. Butâ how could you have triggered it?
âWhat? How? You saidâ You said you hated my scent!â A whine was heard from his chest and you felt your knees weaken at the sound of distress as he shook his head again, his eyes burning from how hard he was trying to hold back his tears.
âNo! No! Iâ I never hated it! Iâ It was too strong and it immediately made me feel drunk when I first met you, and I got scared of how intense your smell was and how good it was making me feelââ He was rambling, the smell getting thicker and thicker and your nostrils started flaring up at each intake of it you took.Â
âWaitâ Soââ You were trying to make sense of the situation despite how feral you were starting to feel. You are no knothead, you really arenât⌠But fuck if you didnât want to knot this beautiful Omega right in front of you. You never felt this need before, never in your life, but you felt like jumping on him, taking what you need.
Take. Take. Take.
Mate.
âPlease, donât leaveâ Please, your scent drives me insaneâŚâ His eyes landed on your scent gland that was covered in the scent blocker and he whined in distress and you couldnât deny him. You couldnât bear to see him shake for you like this.
You ripped the patch off, and as soon as you did it, his eyes lit up in joy and he dove in. His nose hit your neck as his arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you closer than ever and your heart started beating in a loud and deep pace. The blood flow was in your ears, and your mind was filled with his smell, with that sweet enchanting smell that emanated from him.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as your nose went deep into his scent gland, your eyes widened when your pants started straining you, and your cock needed to be free so it could get out of your cavity for relief. You winced in pain when he rubbed his hips against yours, but you werenât going to break the moment. Not now.Â
You were becoming primal. His nose rubbed all over the skin of your neck, his lips kissing over your mating gland, making an electric shock run all the way down from the top of your head to your toes.Â
And thatâs when you remembered a particular health class.Â
You needed to be the rational one here. You needed the Omega in your arms to listen to you so he would be conscious of what was happening. Despite your growl of not wanting to pull away, you held onto his shoulders in order to pull him off you. He whined, trying to dive in again, but you stopped him with a stern look on your face, at least, the best one you could wear right now.
âListen to me, Eddie.â You saw him take a deep breath in and nod at you, but you knew he was holding himself back by the shaking of his arms underneath your hands. You wanted to comfort him, but you were afraid that he was talking due to his presentation, from the last remnant of his heat.Â
âWhaââ
âI think we are Scent mates.âÂ
And his eyes locked with yours and everything made sense. You were fated mates. This was the reason you couldnât stand the smell of other people, not even Omegas. Eddie had the same experience, but he believed that it was because he might be a Beta.Â
And then you happened. The first time he came into the music store he was almost knocked down on his ass from the intense wooden, yet most delightful thing he ever smelled. He scanned the room with widened eyes and they finally landed on you as you chatted happily with Robin Buckley, an old friend from school.
Of course, you were an Alpha. He wouldnât have a fucking chance, but at least he needed you to cover up the scent a little bit. You were going to live in Hawkins more likely, and he wasnât sure if he was going to be able to handle it.
So he said what he said when it was the complete opposite.Â
But even when his goal was to see you as little as possible, his feet always went back into the store, and he realized the smell was way less intense thanks to your scent blockers, making him yearn for it again. He had to be careful, afraid of getting attached to an Alpha that wouldnât be able to hold onto his Beta self if you ever met a more appealing Omega.
And now, the words coming out of your mouth made sense. He was always meant to be an Omega, but it seemed like his body was waiting to get triggered. It waited and waited, and last week you decided to take the patch off, and he knew something shifted inside of him the moment he crossed those doors.
The pain of his insides rearranging was the most excruciating feeling in the world, the lack of pleasure from touching himself in his new slit, not doing anything for him. The only thing he needed and wanted was you. You and your pleasure. You and your knot. Shit, he needed your knot because if he didnât, he felt like he was going to die.Â
âFatedâŚâ It was the only thing he managed to get out with a smile on his lips, and your own matched his, and you did what you have been wanting to do ever since you saw him since you smelled him. You held onto his face with both of your hands, and the fire was too intense, you could feel it all over your body.
So this is what fated mates looked like, felt like.
And you were exhilarated that it happened to you since it was not known for it to be something that happened in everyday life. It is said that there is only a 5% chance per year of fated mates. Scent mates. The idea of it felt like a fantasy, but you would be with that person who would understand you the best for the rest of your life.
And now, you have that person. You pulled his face towards yours, the sweetness invading all your veins while the burnt wood filled Eddieâs. Your lips grazed his, softly, a soft moan escaping your lips as a whimper came out of his, and before you knew it your lips were devouring his in such a need that neither of you had felt before.
You treated him coldly since you met him, yes, but it was because of the rejection you felt in your body. It was so bad that you even decided to leave Hawkins before you went into rejection ruts which, from what youâve heard, were the most painful ruts to ever go through, and sometimes, the pain of rejection never stopped.
He was moaning into your mouth as his hands pressed all over your back while your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling you closer to him, desperation and hunger coming off from the both of you. Your hands gripped onto his scalp tightly, heavy breaths escaping your nose as your belly started twisting and you knew your insides were screaming for release.
You felt his tongue lick onto your bottom lip and you groaned at the gesture, and you wanted to comply to your Omega, give him what he needed. You opened your mouth to invite him in and you could hear a happy chirp coming from his chest and you swore youâd never heard a more beautiful sound in your life.
He appreciated the access and both of your tongues were fighting in between lips, inside mouths, and his taste was so delectable, like ambrosia, like a life source. You felt his hips rubbing against yours, a low purring coming from deep within his chest and the smell of his slick became more potent and your self-control was failing.Â
You had to get your head together, you needed to take him to a safe place, you two canât mate here, itâs not safe for him. Someone could smell him and come in, try to snatch him away. You canât let that happen.
Protect. Protect. Protect.
You pulled away from him and he tried to follow your lips again, but you pulled on his scalp as a growl vibrated in your throat, making him whimper in your hold.
âWe need to go to a safe place baby, do you have a nest?â And he was teary-eyed, shaking his head.
âNot enough. Youâre not there. No clothes. No scent. Not enough.â He was losing his ability to speak properly, his mind clouding in need of you, his slick making his inner thighs feel itchy and he knew his sweatpants needed to be burnt after this. Your eyes softened and you gave him a soft nod.
âYou want to go to my home? Want to make a nest there?â He instantly nodded, desperately, clinging to you like a koala, his face flushed as his nose dipped into the crook of your neck.
âThank you! Thank you, Alpha! Thank you!â You shivered at the word. At how he just called you. It was the first time he called you Alpha, and he was even thanking you for taking care of him. You felt happiness like youâve never felt before, and you were going to make it last.
âOkay baby, letâs go to the car, and then weâll go to my house. You can make a nest there and be safe.â You softly replied to him in order to try to calm him down and he only nodded against you, needing your scent to keep his head in a sort of conscious state.Â
You closed the store as quickly as you could, and you let Eddie hold your hand, wrist to his nose as you took him to your car. He whined when you made him get into the passengerâs seat. You gave him a soft kiss on his forehead and then you rubbed your scent gland against his as you leaned down and another purr came out from him in appreciation.Â
You rushed to the driver's seat and it was the most tortuous drive ever. He had your wrist in his mouth and he kept licking on it, making you extra sensitive. The pain in between your legs was unbearable, your cock already out and constricted inside the fabric. You needed to get home quickly. Quick. Quick.Â
You for sure went by many red lights, but you couldnât care less about that. You arrived at your lovely little one-story home in a wide suburban area where an old trailer park was years ago. It looked like a small cabin, and it was so cozy, perfect for your Omega. Yours. Yours.Â
You parked as quickly as you could, reaching for Eddie over the console to devour his lips once more, your tongue going into his mouth for your saliva to coat him all over and he was so grateful for it. He was being doted on by you, and he wanted more. He was greedy, he knew that, but he was going to fall apart if he didnât get your knot right this second.
You walked out of the car and rushed over to the passengerâs seat so that you could help Eddie out. He immediately clung to you from behind, his nose deep into your neck, your shoulder, everywhere he could take a deep inhale in. You walked like that towards your door, and you felt a sharp pain in between your legs and in your belly. You were going into a small rut. You needed to be inside him right this second, or at least let your cock free from your pants.
You opened the door and Eddie pulled away with widened eyes as he inhaled the smell from your home and it was you. Everywhere was you. You. He felt so safe like he just found a forever home, like a stray kitten that had just been picked up. You quickly grabbed his hand and rushed towards your room where your bed remained undone since this morning, your laundry had piled up, and some clothes were scattered on the floor.
And that was perfect for Eddie.
He immediately rushed into action and you felt yourself trembling as you saw him start to gather your laundry of dirty clothes and then dump them on your bed. You took this time to rush to the kitchen so that you could prepare some water bottles and some snacks. You didnât know for how long Eddie had been going without eating something. Shit, fuck, your dick was hurting you, but you needed to be patient for your Omega.
Your belly turned in pain, the testicles inside of you complaining about how much you were holding yourself back. You held onto the counter as you took sharp breaths in. Growls started rumbling in your throat as the heat and lust became greater and worse with each second that passed.
You heard a whine coming from the room and that was enough to make you snap out and not care about your pain any longer. You grabbed the bottles and snacks as quickly as you could and rushed back, worry filling your body only to see Eddie already naked in the middle of your bed, sweat all over his body and⌠fuck you almost dropped everything on the floor.Â
His slick was already coating your sheets as he sat kneeled with his legs open so it would drip down.
He had made a quick nest with your clothes and his, all around him, fabric tucked underneath another, your boxers and panties all over and you knew he was waiting for you. You dropped everything all over your vanity and you knew he wanted something else from you. You took your shirt off, handing it over to him and he tucked it away on the side. While he did that, you took your bra off as well and finally, finally, you felt relief when you pulled your pants down, followed by your large panties.Â
You werenât always wearing boxers because what are the chances you would get a hard-on in the middle of work?Â
His eyes widened when he turned to finally see your cock, red tip, precum already leaking from it, and Eddieâs eyes sparkled with need. His mouth salivated and more slick fell from his legs and onto the mattress and you handed him your dirty pants and panties. He quickly put your underwear at the very top, where his head would be, and then tucked your pants underneath some shirts of yours.
He looked at you expectantly, a needy frown on his eyebrows as his eyes teared up with lust. You were so beautiful, and he needed to have you, to taste you, to have you inside of him. He whined when you werenât getting into his nest, was it not to your taste? Did he do a bad job with it? Was it messy?
âNo Omega, nothing like that.â He realized he talked out loud without him being conscious of it. âYou need to invite me inâŚâ
âYes, yes, you can come in, please!â He whined and his hands were reaching out for you desperately and that was all that was left to do. You crawled over the nest in order to not mess anything up with the marvelous job he did with it. It smelled of you and him combined and it was the most wonderful mix you could ever feel.Â
His arms wrapped around you and he moaned when you pressed your body against his belly, your cock in between the two of you. Your arms were wrapped around his waist as your nails scratched his back, digging into the skin. His mouth found yours desperately as his cocklette rubbed against you, making a blissful friction, just the right amount but not enough.Â
You moved your hips in a small rutting motion and a moan of his escaped into your lips. Eddie was intoxicated, and all he wanted was more. He purred as your tongue entered his mouth, tasting him once more and he shivered at the strong taste of sandalwood. You were delicious, so fucking delicious.
And he wonderedâ
He pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily, and you immediately dove to kiss his jaw, moving down towards his neck, gently nipping at the skin, causing him to whimper as he held onto you. You were licking against his scent gland, making his body almost climax because of how good it felt. His words were getting stuck in his throat as you kept kissing all over his skin.
âIâ I want to taste you, Alphaâ Please, I need to know how you taste.â And you felt your body burn, instantly, at those words. You will let him taste you, of course, how can you deny him, butâ
âI will let you Omega, only if you let me taste you as well. If you smell like that, I canât even begin to imagine how good you taste down there.â Your words were slurred, almost as if drunk, and maybe you were. You were drunk, completely, but off him. Eddieâs eyes clouded with lust at your proposal, his face flushed with lust and redness, lips plump from all the kissing and his scent gland was a scarlet red and pulsing.Â
âYes- Yes!â He nodded and you smirked, giving him a soft peck on the lips, and you shifted you both so you could lay down on the bed, his eyes scanning your position, but his eyes focused on the standing erection that was in front of him, slick falling onto the mattress and you growled at him.
âDonât waste that. Give me your pretty pussy over here Eddie.â You patted your chest, ordering him to move on top of you. You couldnât go on top because if you did and he sucked your dick from below, you would start thrusting due to your semi-rut and you donât want to hurt your lovely Omega.
âYâ You sure?â You smiled reassuringly at him and that was enough for Eddie to sprint into action, throwing one leg to your side, both knees pressing on your waist and your eyes widened as you inhaled deeply.Â
There was something definitely more delicious than the scent from his gland.Â
Oh, the smell of his slick. You canât even begin to describe it. Nothing compares to it, nothing at all. You felt high as if you had inhaled three consecutive bongs, so high that you felt like passing out. But you were brought out of your trance when a drop of his slick fell onto your lip. You licked it, andâ you became feral.
Your hands immediately grabbed onto the sides of his hips in order to pull him down, bending towards you so you two would be leveled appropriately in front of each otherâs sexes. His inner thighs were soaked, probably getting onto your hair and face, but the more of him that sticks to you the better.
Eddie let out a surprised gasp as he came close to the tip of your dick. He inspected it as his mouth salivated, tongue almost dropping out as if he were panting. He leaned down so he could finally take his tongue out, and give the tip a kitten lick, taking a bead of your precum into his mouth, and he trembled at the taste.Â
And he went in.
He couldnât wait, needing to taste you more, so he licked a long stripe from the base to the tip and you groaned, throwing your head back in pleasure as you felt him moaning against your cock. Your insides screamed for more, and you could already feel the fire building at the base of your dick, letting you know that you were ready to knot him.
But you cannot hurt him, and this cavity was new to him. So as he opened his mouth to take the tip into his mouth, purring against it, making you growl in appreciation and pleasure thanks to the vibrations he was sending to you. You focused on the slit above you where his balls were a week ago. You leaned up slightly so you could reach him and you took your tongue out and finally, to Eddieâs relief, you licked a long stripe, from his cocklette, and through his folds.
He squirmed on top of you, moaning against your cock at the new sensation. He felt himself light on fire by your tongue. He needed to focus on giving you pleasure as well since you tasted so good, but you were making him lose his mind already as you kept licking him, savoring him, and cleaning his slick away only for more to gush out of him after two seconds.
âFuck, you taste so good.â You cannot help but mention it to him, not only for pleasure but because he needs to know just how beautiful he is. How delectable he is to you. He needs to know how he is ruining you.
He hummed in approval, as his head bobs up and down on your cock, your precum still oozing out from the tip, and he swallowed greedily, needing more. His hips started moving against your tongue, wanting a little bit more friction of some sort.Â
Your tongue wanted more of his nectar, so you pressed your lips against him, tongue entering him and he had to pull away from your cock in order to moan out loud, feeling his belly turn and burn up. He was already getting close to the edge, but he knew he would fall off from it many times tonight.Â
He whimpered against your greedy tongue as his hand started jerking you off, going up and down with a mix of your precum and his saliva. You growled in pleasure making him shiver and smile excitedly, knowing he was pleasuring you accordingly as well.Â
One of your hands left his hip and you pulled away from his cunt, earning a whine from him, his hips moving on top of you so you would get your tongue on him again. You chuckled at the eagerness and then you ran your fingers against his folds, gathering slick on them so you could prepare them to finally enter him so you could stretch him out.
He tried giving your cock some attention, but you didnât care about your pleasure anymore. You wanted him to fall apart on top of you. You slowly entered your middle finger, and Eddie stilled, pulling away from your cock with a âpopâ, his mouth in the shape of an âOâ as his throat was left with no sound. Silent moans were the only thing he could manage and it was just one pump. Just one.
And his belly tensed up, his legs started shaking and a tear fell from his right eye as the first climax hit him, out of nowhere. Your eyes widened and you raised your head desperately, giving him even more pleasure as your tongue now joined your finger.Â
âYes! A-Aââ He wanted to call out to you as he shivered on top of you and your chest rumbled with ecstasy as his slick filled your mouth, sweeter than before even. His walls were clenching tightly against your finger and tongue, and once you felt him stop shaking you pulled your mouth away from him, slurping onto your lips, gulping it all down.
You didnât let him relax, and you entered the second finger in, and he trembled as he tried moving away from you, but you held him in place with your other hand, growling at him. He moaned at the dominance, loving it more than anything even if he were still trying to come down from his high.Â
âSo good for me Eddie, you can give me one more, right?â And he whined at that, knowing he could definitely give you one more and his eyes widened, his upper body falling on top of your legs as his moans were louder than ever. You had curled your fingers downwards so you could rub onto his new G-Spot. You smirked when his hips started moving against your fingers. Your Omega was very compliant. âTake what you need baby.â
âFuck!â He cried out as the pleasure became overwhelming, not being able to give you more pleasure with his mouth. He couldnât even formulate coherent words. This was a pleasure he never thought was possible, and now he was sure he wouldnât be able to live without it. Without you.
You felt him clenching again, and you nodded wildly, wanting to taste his climax again. You licked your lips in anticipation as you started gaining momentum and you started scissoring your fingers inside of him. He was a babbling mess and you could only guess his eyes were rolling to the back of his head, and you decided to prep him a little more.
You entered another finger inside of him, and Eddie screamed at the stretch, a little painful, but it was so delicious. His whole body was flushed, and the tattoos on his body looked more beautiful than ever.Â
âCâmon Omega, give me another, and then I will give you what you need. Your Alpha will give you what you need.â And your words, calling yourself his Alpha was enough for him to clench down tightly against your fingers, his nails digging into your legs as he trembled all over, his climax washing all over him.Â
His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he clenched his eyelids, his belly feeling too tight and you kept pumping your fingers in and out of him, the squelching being so obscene yet so great.Â
You slowed your pace so he could relax again, and take a breather, and you were breathing heavily as you took your fingers out of him. He whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, and you raised your head to lap at all the slick he just gushed out, sucking onto his cocklette to also taste the small squirts of slick that also came out of there.
He felt his eyes burn with tears that were created due to extreme pleasure, but he needed more. He wonât be satisfied until he finally has what he has been yearning for since he presented a week ago. You were still licking him up and he finally lifted himself back up, his arms shaking as his hands pressed onto the mattress for support.
You growled when he pulled himself off you. You werenât done tasting him, and he moved away from you, but the sight that followed after was enough for that small anger to go away. He positioned himself right next to you, his ass up while he slid his upper body back down, pressing it against the mattress. He turned his face so he could look at you as you sat up to take him in.Â
He was presenting himself to you.
âPleaseâ I need your knot Alpha. Waited so longââ He was crying almost, and you licked your lips, his taste still lingering and his slick was all over your face. You kneeled on the bed and scooted to position yourself behind him. You made him spread his legs even more so his bottom would lower a little bit more.
You were finally going to connect with an Omega. With your Omega. With your fated Omega. What will you feel once you go inside of him? What will happen to the two of you? You didnât want to hurt him, what if you went feral? Primal? You were already in a semi-rut, triggered by the last stage of his heat.
He moved his hips towards you, enticing you to take him and your hand shot up to grab a handful of one of his ass cheeks, squeezing tightly to then spank it. He moaned against the mattress, loving the pain of it. You took a deep breath in as you got hold of your aching cock and gave it a few strokes, feeling extremely sensitive, like never before.
You rubbed the tip all over his folds, rubbing his slick on it, and whenever the tip touched his cocklette, a soft moan escaped him. You were trembling, trying to keep a rational head, trying not to let the lust take over you completely. This was Eddieâs first time as an Omega, so you had to be careful with him.
You have to take care of your Omega, make him feel safe and trust you.
âI need you to relax for me baby, and you have to tell me if it hurts, okay?â You only heard a whimper against the mattress and you squeezed his ass again as you groaned at him in warning. âI need you to say you will tell me if it hurts Omega.âÂ
âOkay! Okay! I will tell you, pleaseâ Just please sweetheart, do somethingââ And his eyes widened as his mouth fell into a wide âOâ.
Your tip slowly went in, his folds engulfing you in an intense heat, in something so warm and it was only the tip. It was only the beginning of it all, and you were already feeling like you were going to pop a knot.Â
You pushed in slowly, your hand reaching below him so you could rub onto his cocklette to give him more stimulation, and he was still trying to wrap his head around how good it felt. He was gone, already cockdrunk as he tried moving his hips towards you for more. You held him in place as you groaned in pleasure, not wanting him to hurt himself.
âStay still Eddieââ You were almost choking on your words as you kept pushing yourself into him, more and more, feeling his tight pussy all around you, and fuck was he perfect. This was the most perfect moment in your life and you canât wait to have many more like this one. You canât wait.
âMore⌠MoreâŚâ He was sputtering those words as his drool fell on the mattress and his slick gushed and gushed, falling all over his legs, dripping down into the sheets. You groaned as you looked at the mating gland, a bright red, trying to entice you in. You shut your eyes tightly, and you couldnât hold yourself any longer. You prepped him well.
And so you thrust in, bottoming out in one pump.
He cried in pleasure, a slight burning happening as he tried to adjust to the new feeling, to the new stretch inside of him. He already felt the pain in his belly start to calm down, but it was still there, lingering. He was already trembling underneath you and you were breathing heavily as you put both your hands on his hips again, and one of them gave his lower back soft circles, caressing him.
âYou alright Eddie? Are you okay? Does it hurt?â You asked, your Omegaâs comfort first and foremost than your pleasure. You saw him nod against the mattress, and his hips moved just one inch, making you groan. He was so warm inside, he felt so good.
âYesâ Please move, Iâm fine, just go slow first AlphaâŚâ And your Omega was so good, voicing out what he needed instead of telling you things that might hurt him in the end. You pulled your hips back, slowly, and he winced just barely as you let out a sigh of relief, pushing back in.Â
You were fighting with so many deities right now, trying to hold back, trying to not let your Alpha take control all over your body and mind. It wanted to go deep, ruin the man below you, the Omega that you wanted to spend your entire life with, and you werenât going to let it. Not now. You needed Eddie to adjust around your cock before you did any of that.
And then it happened, his moans suddenly appeared, turning louder as you thrusted in and out, and you knew he was feeling the pleasure, this time entirely. You took a deep breath in, your whole body sweating and you braced yourself as you started moving quicker, harder.
And then, it was a blur. Suddenly you were going slow, neutral, and the next thing you know, your hips were slapping against his ass as you buried yourself inside of him, taking him, destroying him for everyone else, marking him in a way that no one else did before and no one else would be able to.
You were going to make sure of that.
You were growling, the rumbles of pleasure vibrating inside your chest, as you moved in and out of him. He was whimpering, tears rolling down his face, his hands digging into the sheets. He didnât know what he would feel from this, but it was never this. He knew it would feel good, most likely, but never this excellent, this perfect.Â
He looked so beautiful as the squelching of his slick bounced all over your bedroomâs walls. You felt your fangs wanting to come out as your eyes gazed over the mating gland once more. You growled again, reaching around him once again to rub onto his cocklette, sending him in a spur of blabbering, of praising, of begging.
âSo good Alpha-! Making me feel so goodâ!â He didnât even know what he was saying, and he was probably, most likely, going to be embarrassed about it later on. Right now? He couldnât care less. You werenât going to remind him what he said either. You donât want to fluster your Omega, not in a way that would make him feel bad.Â
You felt his walls clenching around you, making you start to breathe heavily, feeling your insides turn in need. The base of your cock was burning, and you knew your knot wouldnât take long to start swelling, but you had to keep going, stretch him even more, and gladly he was going to cum again.Â
âYou can do it Omega, cum on your Alphaâs cock.âÂ
And Eddie cursed loudly as he cried out your name, his walls clenching all around you, making a strangled moan get caught in your mouth at the overwhelming sensation. You kept your pace as he trembled with his climax, moaning with tears springing out of his eyes. He was gushing out, spraying you with his juices all over your pelvis and legs, his cocklette had covered your hand with its squirts, and you felt your belly start to scream out in pain.
You started to slow down your pace when you felt him relax again, and he was breathing heavily against the mattress as he rode out the last remnants of his orgasm. You groaned as he gave you one final clench and it gave you the strength to pull out and grab onto his ass to turn him over with such force you never thought was possible for you.
He was surprised at the new position, his legs opened wide for you to slot in just perfectly, his eyes widening when he looked at your naked body, your breasts moving up and down and your eyes⌠your pupils were completely dilated and he could see your fangs beginning to bare, and he smiled with happiness at it.Â
âMate me⌠Mate me, sweetheart⌠Knot me.â And you trembled and almost whimpered at his request. You grabbed onto the back of his knees, spreading his legs apart and for you to have leverage as you seethed yourself back in with one deep thrust. Eddie threw his head back as a surprised moan escaped him. He was sensitive, so overstimulated but there was one last thing his body craved for. That one thing he desired more than anything in the world.
âIâm going to knot you Eddie, youâre going to take my knot, arenât you? My sweet Omega⌠Mine.âÂ
That last word came out with the most possessive growl you ever did in your life. Maybe the first ever. A chirp mixed with a whimper was heard inside Eddieâs throat and chest. A delectable sound for your ears as you continued to rail him, angling your cock so you could hit that spongy part of his repeatedly.
Eddie couldnât even process any words right now. He just kept nodding at everything you said, and your eyes were fixated on the mating gland, the Alpha inside of you telling you to bite him. To lock him in. To make him yours forever.
And Eddieâs rationality came back for a second when a new pain started happening below. He felt a new stretch, a wider one, popping in and out. Your knot was starting to swell and you heard him whine in pain and you almost stopped but it was just a bit more.Â
âA-Alphaââ He called out to you, his arms stretched out to try to hold you. You immediately dropped his legs as you bent forward, his arms wrapping around you and you were holding yourself up on your hands as you continued to thrust into him and you saw how his face contorted in pain and pleasure mixed together.
âA bit more. A bit more babyââ You were breathless, your mind turning into mush as the possessiveness was taking over your body. Eddie was looking up at you, a small smile on his lips as his walls started clenching again.
âBite me⌠Make me yoursâ Please, mate me.âÂ
Your eyes widened at that. He wanted to be yours completely. Of course he would, you two are scent mates, fated to be together. He wants it, he is begging for it⌠So why not? Why not? Why the fuck not?
And in one thrust you sat inside of him, deep, and your knot completely swelled up in its full size, locking yourself into him. You came inside of him in thick white ropes, and you growled loudly when he also came around you, milking your knot dry as he cried out in pleasure and you looked down at his gland.
Why the fuck not?
And you bit down, making Eddie yell in pleasure and pain, knowing your teeth had pierced his skin and he felt you cumming again inside of him and finally, finally, his belly stopped hurting. His belly was thankful, filled with his Alphaâs cum.Â
You two were breathing heavily, you were still on top of him, mouth still wrapped around his skin, sweaty bodies clinging together, and the smell of both your scents filled the air. It felt like home, warm, and cozy, even with all the mess that was underneath the two of you.Â
Only when Eddieâs head became conscious again, he realized that you bit his shoulder⌠not his mating gland. You didnât mate him. He became self-conscious about it, instantly, the distressed Omega in him becoming erratic and you could feel it, pulling yourself up to look at him.
âWas it not good? Why didnât you mate me, sweetheart?â He was almost whining, wanting answers and you shook your head at him with a small smile on your face, leaning towards his face so you could kiss him on the cheek.
âIt was perfect Eddie⌠I just didnât want to mate you because we had toâŚâ You explained to him and he was confused at that, raising an eyebrow up in confusion.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI want to court you Eds.â And he felt his heart flutter at your words. You cared about him, not caring about the fate aspect of it all. You wanted to be with him by your own accord, getting to know him, and for the both of you to learn to love one another. He smiled at you, holding you even closer.
And his eyes filled with tears at your gesture. You wanted to do the whole courting ritual, something that was not needed nowadays or it wasnât something people used to do anymore, and he assumed that if you were fated mates, so⌠what is the reason for it?
âWait⌠soâ Does this mean you wonât leave then?â You heard the small whimper behind his voice, the need for you to confirm that fact or not, hoping that it was a negative answer.
âI was only planning to leave because I felt rejected by you. Donât worry my Omega, I am not going anywhereâŚâ You smiled down at him and he returned it with a bright one, leaning up to give you a small peck on the lips, and then pulling away with a teasing grin on his lips.
âYou really do care about me in the end, huh?â He chuckled and you growled slightly at that, giving him a soft kiss on the lips which he hummed with contentment. He wanted to mess with you a little more, a smirk appearing on his lips. âI mean, we both know how itâs going to end, might as well just bite me and get it over with, right?â
Your eye twitched, your heart becoming ablaze again as you once more raised yourself up with both your hands and you pressed your hips against him again, your knot still firmly wrapped inside of him, making him whimper slightly.Â
âYou know what I feel like doing Eds?â He could sense the threat in your voice, but he was excited for it, because he finally had you, and whatever you give him he is going to take.Â
âWhat is that Princess?â He said the nickname he often used to make you mad at work whenever he came to visit, but instead of a frown, he gulped when you only smirked at him.
âI feel like getting you back for all the times you were a cocky little brat in my shop.â
And Eddie was scared of that but chirped with excitement either way.
Yes, you were fated alright.
End.
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part 2 to ethan x camgirl reader where he orders another one on one and then they decide to meet up đ
I've been hesitating whether or not to make a part 2 for 'pretty boy'...here it is!!
Warnings: smut, masturbating, dirty talk,
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A few weeks later, after a difficult exam, Ethan decided to reward himself by buying another private session with his favorite camgirl. He had been forced to re-watching your regular videos lately, having missed most of your lives due to exams coming up. Now, his cock was half-hard, heavy and aching to be touched, and he could feel a slight twitch as he allowed his thoughts to wander to seeing you live â and having you all to himself â in less than ten minutes.Â
The black screen turned on and Ethan jumped when you said his name.
ââHi! Ethan, right?ââ It was rare you remembered customers, but Ethanâs sweet face and doe eyes were etched in your memory. Along with the big cock he was hiding in his pants.
Ethan nodded, surprised you remembered him. ââYes.ââÂ
ââWhere have you been? I haven't seen your name pop up in my recent livesâŚââ you asked with a slight pout.
ââYeahâŚsorry. Iâve been busy with school. College is though.ââÂ
ââMe too, honestly. Balancing weekly live sessions with college has been quite challenging,ââ you admitted, forgetting for a short moment that you were talking with a paying customer and not a friend.Â
ââCanât you take a small break? School is important.ââ Ethan didnât want to sound like a parent, he was just concerned about your well-being. It was sweet that he cared.Â
You sighed. ââI wish. Unfortunately, I can't afford that luxury. Those lives are what pays my bills.ââÂ
As the conversation continued, you reminded yourself to keep track of time. After Ethan, three more people purchased private sessions.
ââEnough about me. What do you want tonight, Ethan?ââ You gave him a flirty smile, your chest bouncing as you readjust your bra to show off more cleavage. It was royal blue with cut-outs that showed a lot of skin under the breasts. All that was covered was a thin lace over the nipples and over the swell of the breasts.Â
Ethan felt himself twitch at the sight, so fucking hard. Heâd love you in sweats and a sports bra, but seeing you like this had him so hard he was convinced his pants were going to burst. He didnât dare looking lower, embarrassed heâll moan when heâll see the matching panties.Â
ââAnything. I justâŚmissed you. Iâve been jerking off to your old videos for weeks,ââ he admitted with a slight flush to his cheeks. He didnât want to sound like he was one of those creepy guys who obsess over someone, he just really enjoyed watching you.Â
You were flattered by his dedication and decided to reward him. ââWhat about I do something special for my special boy?ââÂ
ââS-special boy?ââ
You hummed.Â
In a way, he was your special boy. Among all of your past clients, you had come across some really hot customers, but no one ever stuck to your mind like Ethan had. He was sweet, handsome and didnât reduce you to a material to jerk off to. He saw you as a person.Â
Before him, no one had ever made you want to teleport through a screen. Most of the time, you were looking forward to the end of the private session.Â
Ethan watched as you reached behind you, grabbing something. ââDo you like this one?ââ you asked, holding your newest dildo. ââI havenât used it in a video yet, so this is an exclusive premiere.ââÂ
He eyed the phallic object. It was one of those you can stick to a surface and fuck yourself on it.Â
Ethan ran a hand through his hair and reached down to palm himself through his jeans to relieve the pain he began to feel with his other. He was excited to see it all inside of you, to see you fuck yourself on it and cum all over it. A rush of warmth went through his body and he held back a moan at the thought. You had such a huge effect on him.
You set the dildo on the side. ââBut first, letâs get you going.ââ You refolded your legs in a way that gave Ethan the perfect view of your panty-covered slit, eliciting an immediate whimper. The sheer fabric didnât leave anything to the imagination. ââAre you going to let me see you? From what I remember, youâve got a nice big cock, donât you baby?ââÂ
Clumsily, Ethan removed his polo shirt, showing off his toned biceps and chest, then he unbuttoned his jeans, shoved them to his knees, and shifted his boxers just enough to free his leaking cock as he watched you shift on your bed. You were so impatient to see it again, to watch him cum again.
ââMmh, so big and pretty,ââ you complimented, wishing you could wrap your fingers around it and stroke him â kiss it.Â
Shaking off those thoughts, you trailed your hand down your body, and shyly, you slid your hand over your mound through the panties, teasing yourself as you held eye-contact with the camera. Ethan couldnât hold in the groan he let out at the sight of the sheer blue fabric clinging to your lips. You were already pretty wet, which is kind of weird since, most of the time, shows like these felt more like a chore than getting off.Â
On the screen before you, Ethanâs hand was lazily gripping the base of his cock as he watched you tease yourself. He should feel shy since he was the only one fully naked, but you looked so hot in that royal blue set that he almost didnât want you to take it off. You let out a soft moan and pressed harder into your fingers for more pressure.
You pushed your panties to the side and brought your hand to your soaking folds, coating your fingers in your own arousal. ââI wish it was your hand touching me,ââ you slipped, closing your eyes and imagining Ethanâs fingers on you.
His breath caught in his throat and his hand gripped his shaft just a little tighter. ââMe too.ââ
You continued without realizing, lost in your own bubble of pleasure. ââI want to take your big cock all in my mouth and choke on it until you cum down my throat.ââÂ
Your words had Ethan moaning, creating images in his head. He ached to tangle his fingers in your hair and drag his cock over that pretty pout of yours, smear pre-cum onto your lips before showing his cock down your throat. You would look so pretty like that.
ââI wanâ I want you to split me open and fuck me so hard I can't remember my own name.ââ
Ethan moaned again, so turned on he could cry. ââYes, please.ââ
The idea of him filling your pretty pussy, looking utterly fucked with those pouty lips and pretty eyes had Ethan palming his cock just a little rougher. God, he wanted nothing more than to have you â for real.
You shouldnât be making exceptions and prolonging your private sessions, but you didnât want to stop talking with Ethan. You wanted to keep talking to him for hours and hours.Â
He sat there, in his desk chair, chest sweaty and breathing heavily as he recovered from his orgasm, thick ropes of cum still all over his chest. He should wipe himself before it dried, but his gaze was locked with yours, a soft, dazed smile on both your lips.Â
You didn't look any better, sitting in your soaked sheets with your slick-covered dildo abandoned on the bed.Â
After a moment of staring at each other, something you never expected to happen happened: you asked for Ethanâs number. It was a line you had promised yourself to never cross when making this account, but you didnât want to risk not seeing him again.
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December Christmas Monster stories
December 10.) Werewolf neighbor
Ok sorry about this one, it might technically be December 11 by the time I post it but it's still the 10th day. This one is actually going to be a two parter as I wrote so damn much for this one, it was actually meant to be far more longer than this but the rest will be for later. Walter is definitely going to have more stories writen about him.
Warnings: bodys pressing together, neck sniffing with no promotion, meantion of divorce, seasonal depression
Minors Don't Interact!!!
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Sitting on your couch you looked down at the pathetic box of christmas decorations. It was your first time spending Christmas completely alone. No family to come over, all your friends were too far away and spending the holidays with their own families. You didnât even bother with getting a tree this year, you didnât see the point of doing one all by yourself.Â
Looking at your empty living room, void of any Christmas decorations it only served to make you sadder. âMaybe it couldnât hurt to get a little tree?â You mumbled to yourself. Perhaps thatâs what you needed to help cheer up your seasonal depression even for a little bit.
Throwing on a jacket and some winter boots you headed out to find a store for your impulse christmas tree purchase. You definitely werenât planning on getting a real tree. It would be too much of a hassle getting it home alone plus you really werenât looking forward to cleaning up pine sap and needles once it started to die.Â
Making your way to the store you noticed a very familiar fuzzy shape walking on the path alone. Slowing your car down to a crawl you rolled down your window getting a much clearer view of your next door neighbor Walter the recently divorced werewolf. He was walking on the snowy sidewalk with a big flannel jacket and black jeans. The sound of your car slowing down caused his ears to perk up on high alert. Without even looking at you he sniffed the air, his tail wagged when he recognized the scent he was smelling. âWell isnât it (Y/n)!â He said, turning his head to look at you. âHeya Walter, you need a lift? Itâs pretty cold to be walking around.â You told him offering a ride, you didnât mind pushing off shopping a little longer if it meant making sure Walter was out of the snow, nothing else at all totally not because you wanted to spend more time with your recently divorced neighbor, none at all nope. Seeing the smile he flashed you at your offer made your heart skip a beat, you blamed it on seeing his sharp teeth and not because of his smile so bright it could melt frozen butter.Â
Not refusing the offer to get out of the snow Walter walked to your passenger door and got in. It was only then did you notice he was wearing booties on his paws. You wouldnât want to be walking in the snow barefoot either. Though the sight was rather funny to see, a big bad werewolf in booties with a fur trim.Â
âSo where were you headed? I donât want to take you away from where you were going too much.â Walter said not bothering to buckle up, he couldnât buckle up in your car even if he tried. He was a little too big to sit comfortably in the passenger seat but he made it work. âOh I was just heading to the store to see if I could find any Christmas trees for my place.â You answered honestly. In the corner of your eye you could see something moving after you spoke. Glancing his way you realized it was his tail wagging. âWhat a coincidence! I'm on my way to get a tree too!â He said smiling, his eyes not leaving you. As if he could pull them away, how could he when you looked so cute bundled up in that jacket. âThat makes things easier then.â A chuckle left your lips as you talked causing his tail to wag again.Â
Pulling into the store's parking lot you tried to find a spot closer to the front, you didnât want to walk far in the snow. You were glad the plow trucks already came or else you would have turned around and gone home. âWant to do our shopping together? I find shopping more fun when you have someone with you.â Walter offered looking down at your shorter frame, he was just so damn tall it made you feel so small. âI donât see why not, it makes leaving easier sense we rode here together.â Your agreement made his tail wag again, you assumed it was because he was glad he didnât have to shop alone.Â
Going in you were about to grab a cart when Walter beat you to it, stepping in front of you. âI got it, you drove me here, buying your things is the least I can do.â He said pulling out a cart, as you began to protest he held up a paw stopping you. âI insist, please.â That managed to get you to quiet down. âAlright fine, I was only going to get the tree though.â That wasn't fully true, you were looking forward to getting a shit ton of junk food and eat your feelings but you didnât want him spending a bunch of money so you would just have to get them for your next shopping trip. Walking next to Walter you soon learned you should be walking a few steps ahead of him after you consistently got hit on the mid back by his wagging tail. It seemed almost every thing made his tail wag. A good deal on something? Tail wagging. Something he wanted was back in stock? Tail wagging again. A song he liked started playing on the store's radio? You guessed it, tail wagging. It would have been very entertaining if you werenât in the line of fire of his wagging tail. The thing hit harder than you thought it would. You werenât even sure he noticed he kept hitting you with it as he happily rambled on about deals going on. Seeing his cart was getting more and more filled, you started to worry a little about how much he was spending that you yourself hadnât noticed how he kept asking if you liked certain snacks. The ones that got a positive from you went into the cart, ones you didnât like very much went back on the shelf. Once the cart was filled to the brim with snacks, the two of you made your way away from the food area. Walter was making his way to the outdoor section for a real tree and you made a turn to the Christmas decor to get a fake tree. Noticing you werenât next to him Walter stopped and looked around for you. Spotting you walking in a different direction he turned the cart and followed you catching up quickly thanks to his larger size. âTrees arenât over here silly.â He said, chuckling softly. âOh uh I was just going to get a fake one, I donât feel like getting a real one this year.â You explained shrugging lightly as you looked up at him. âReally? Why not?â He was confused on why someone wouldnât want a real tree. âJust doesnât feel right getting a real tree if itâs just me, no point to it.â The effort didnât seem worth it to you, why bother if no one was going to help with any part of itWalterâs ears flattened as his shoulders visibly dropped hearing what you had to say about getting a real tree. âOh⌠there really isnât a point for me to get a real tree this year either. Just got one every year. I didn't think about not getting one.â His voice held a sad tone as his eyes lowered to the ground, tail long stopped wagging now was tucked between his legs.Â
You felt like an asshole when it hit you. This was his first christmas since his divorce, it was most likely his first christmas alone in years if not his first ever one alone. Mentally cursing yourself you raced to think of something to make this all better. âHow about I spend Christmas with you? So then you can still get a real tree?â You blurted out with wide panicked eyes. Hearing that his ears perked up as he looked up at you. It was an immediate change in his demeanor, tail wagging much faster as it had been before he stood up taller. âReally? You would spend Christmas with this old fluff ball?â He asked, stepping closer to you. The closeness really putting it in your mind just how much bigger he was than you were. Gulping nervously you nodded your head, mind still reeling from your own actions. Walter swooped you up and spun you around in one fluid motion squeezing you tight. You had only seen him do this with his family before, not once had he ever with you. Stopping he looked down at you with a big smile on his face as his tail wagged a mile a minute. âUm Walter?â You spoke up after an agonizingly long moment like this. He responded with a soft hum as he leaned his snot in closer. The hot air of his breath grazed against your face sending shivers all over your body. âWeâre in the middle of the store, remember?â He had seemed to have forgotten this. Lifting his head he looked around seeing there were people giving the two of you strange looks. âWhoops, got a little excited there.â Walter apologized, setting you back down on the ground. His tail hadnât slowed down one bit. You feared he might form a tornado with how much his tail stirred up the air around him. âWell come on then, letâs go get that tree!â He said, grabbing your hand with his paw. You couldnât help but stare at your hand intertwined with his paw. When the two of you had first met he had shaken your hand and at the time you noticed in that brief moment how soft his paw pads were. Holding his paw for much longer you really got a good feel of just how soft they were. It wasnât just soft, no they were squishy too. You wondered if he would let you play with them some time. As your mind wondered about his soft paws your thoughts slowly grew to wonder how they would feel on other parts of your body. Catching yourself before the thoughts grew more impure as they had already gotten you shook your head trying to shoo them away.Â
Walter hadnât noticed this and you were damn glad of it. He just kept pushing the cart around with one paw as he walked much slower than he had before. You were walking slower too, it was the pace you usually had. It took you a moment longer than you would like to admit when it clicked with you that he was walking slower for your sake. Smiling softly to yourself you looked away wanting to put your focus anywhere else than Walter. Making your way into the out door section you shivered feeling an especially harsh gust of wind hit you causing you to brace yourself from the cold. It stung at your eyes making you close them tight. Expecting more wind to hit, you braced yourself again turning a little but stopped when you felt Walters paw leave your hand and wrap around you not a moment later pulling you into his side. âLook at you shivering like a chihuahua. You donât got no way to keep you warm. Here stay close to me, I'll keep you warm.â Walter said, leaning against you. It was just so warm you couldnât find the will to fight him on it and just accepted his embrace. Lucky for you, you were able to hide your smile by burying your face in the side of his coat, plus it kept your already freezing nose out of the snow. Walking to the trees with him Walter quietly hummed along to the song currently playing through the store's speakers. You left the tree finding to him. It seemed he knew what he was doing while you were clueless on the matter. It was obvious when he found the right tree as he excitedly moved from one paw to the other. You tried to stifle a laugh at the sight of a werewolf doing tippy tappys. As much as you didnât want to pull away from his warmth you knew he wouldnât be able to drag the tree through the store while pushing the cart and also holding onto you but when you went to move away from him his grip on you tightened pulling you in closer to him. âWe can still check out here right?â He called out to the one employee working gardening, they nodded their head yes. âOh good weâll check out here and take everything straight to the car.â Walter said, picking the tree up. âCan you come scan this for us?â He asked, holding the tree up. Walter was making things harder for himself, he should let go, why wasnât he letting go? Looking down at you he smiled softly as he gave you a gentle squeeze. âStep onto the cart Iâll push you around, that way you can still be nice and warm.â Oh⌠you hadnât thought about that, could work. Without a word you stepped up onto the cart holding onto the cart's handle bar for support. The moment you felt Walter press his chest against your back you lost every ability to breathe. You didnât think this through. Being this close to him like this in this position? You're glad it was cold, you could blame your face being so red.Â
Standing there on the cart trapped from all sides, oh boy did it make you feel things you shouldn't.
Next few minutes were a blank for you too deep in your ever growing thoughts as Walter checked out all his groceries and paid for it all. You could hear him hum again as he started walking to your car. The parking lot was quite bumpy causing the cart and you in turn to raddle like crazy. That is until Walter pressed his chest against your back stopping your shaking. His muzzle was right next to your ear. You could feel his hot breath on your neck. It sent a flood of dirty thoughts into your mind, a gasp left your lips before you could stop it. You prayed to any god out there that he didn't hear it. If he had he hadn't said anything.Â
What he did notice was how your scent had changed, grown more aroused. You realized something was up when he suddenly pressed his nose to your neck and took a deep breath in. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he inhaled your scent. The moment he caught himself doing that he pulled away in a jerking motion. âI umâŚâ He stammered trying to think of an excuse. âI like your body wash. What is it? Daisys?â Walters heart was practically beating out of his chest, you could feel it against your back. âNo uh sweat pea actually. Was on sale.â You answered in a quiet voice trying to possess what just happened. âAh, sales love them.â He mumbled softly.
The rest of the ride home was completely silent. Neither of you baring to speak after that little incident. Pulling into his driveway you put your car in park and quietly gulped. The two of you sat in silence a few minutes more before Walter finally broke the silence. âWant to come in and decorate the tree with me?â He asked, looking at you through the corner of his eye gauging your reaction. Thinking about it you lightly chewed the bottom of your lip. Oh what the hell, what's the worst thing that could happen? âSure.â Your answer made his tail wagged as he lit up with a bright smile. What could happen? You weren't sure what but you wanted it.
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I decided to take pictures of my collection since so many people asked! This is everything I've collected over the past two years. I'll give links for items that are still easily available. Also, please excuse how terrible these photos look. It took me over 3 hours to get everything out and take these photos, I was pretty tired and I was trying to figure out how to do it. I decided it'd be easiest to separate everything by type. And for some categories, I separate Gyutaro and Daki. The majority of these items are official merchandise, but I will make a note for items that are not official. (âŠď˝-´)âââďž.*シ・ďž
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These are all of the large figures that I have! There was a new one that was recently released in Japan, and once I get it shipped I'll make a review about it. I got all of these figures from BigBadToyStore. Most of them are still available and a few are even on sale right now. I'd highly recommend their website! Out of all of these figures, I'd have to say the large one in the middle with Gyutaro using his blood demon art is my favorite.
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These are the garage kit figures that I own! None of these figures are official. The one on the right can be found super cheap on Amazon. I got this one from a good friend of mine. I'd say for how large it is it's definitely worth the price. The two on the left I got myself for my birthday. The one with the lantern even lights up, and it's definitely my favorite. You can still buy these, but only on eBay. The prices skyrocketed after I purchased mine, so I honestly can't recommend anyone buying them. They are just way too expensive now in my opinion. But here are the links anyway if you are still interested. Gyutaro lantern statue & Human Gyutaro and Ume
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And here are the rest of the Gyutaro figures! I believe this is all of the ones that are currently released (except for the new one I mentioned earlier). A few of these are also available on BigBadToyStore. The one on the top left is one of my favorite items that I own. I've never seen him sold outside of Japan which sucks because he's absolutely adorable. The top middle one is really cool too because he comes with changeable arms and you can pose him in different ways - this one is also on sale on BigBadToyStore's website.
Here are the Daki/Ume figures! Most of these came in pairs with the Gyutaro figures so that's why I have a lot of these too. Again, most of these can be found on BigBadToyStore's website.
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Gyutaro plushies!! I don't know about you, but I am so obsessed with Gyutaro plushies. They make me so unexplainably happy. To be honest, all of them are my favorite haha. But if I had to choose, I'd say the teddy bear in the back. I also really love the Kitty Gyutaro on the left. The kitty Gyu, and the other Gyu doll on the right are not official. The one on the right was a gift from a close friend, it was custom made on Etsy. The Kitty Gyu was actually available on eBay (they are sold out now, but might restock later). I got mine elsewhere though. The human Gyu plush is also available on BigBadToyStore's website along with the Ume one. The little grabby Gyu's in the front right are some of my favorites too. I'll just clip them onto my laptop while I'm writing or drawing. I bought them from Amiami, they are out of stock now but I have seen them occasionally go on sale again.
And here are the Daki/Ume plushies! I got a few of them from AmiAmi with the Gyu ones, so they might come back up for sale eventually.
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Sorry for the terrible photo, I tried my best to fit all of these into one picture. I didn't include the demon gathering diorama because that thing is way too big. It's so hard to pick a favorite for these ones. I love the holiday ones and the world tour one the most. Surprisingly these aren't often available outside of Japan. I have seen a few come up on eBay but they are usually overpriced. There are a few ones that I wanted to talk about because they are unique. Like the acrylic stand of the actor who played Gyutaro in the live-action play. I thought it was really cool that they made a stand for that. Also, the one where Gyutaro is seen fighting Tengen, it's hard to see in the photo but it has a lot of components to it that make it look 3D!
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I love love love the Gytutaro keychains! There's a lot here so I won't ramble too much about them. My favorites are the kitty one on the top row, and the 2nd and 3rd one on the bottom row. Like look how cute he looks on his stomach like that, I swear that's the cutest pose I've seen them make for him. The kitty Gyu keychain was actually the first Gyutaro item I've ever bought! You might be able to find some of these on Mercari or on eBay.
And here are the Daki/Ume ones!
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I used to have an ita bag that I would fill with these pins! But it got really dirty, so if you have any you can recommend let me know đ Anyway here are the enamel pins. The only one that is still available is the large FiGPiN one. It's limited edition and they only made 1,000 of them. It was for an event in New York I think? Anyway, here is a link to where you can purchase one on eBay.
And here are the other pins. I don't have as many of these because they stopped fitting in my ita bag, but I'd totally get more if I had a large bag to fit them in.
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Ok so I had a ton of miscellaneous items, so this will be the biggest section. Some of my favorite items are here like the ring, necklace, and perfume. Apparently, the perfume is illegal to ship outside of Japan because it's flammable so I have no idea how I got it. But I got it as a gift in 2023. The ring is definitely one of my favorite items though, I've had it for a really long time now and I love the pattern on it. It's hard to see in the photo but one ring has a motif matching his spots and the other one matching his ribbons. If you want to see my full post on the ring and perfume I'll link them here. Ring & Perfume.
More miscellaneous items. The only one I'll comment on is that pink little box in the middle. It's a gachapon and it's actually functional too. It's the cutest little thing. I also really like the pens too, the little chibi drawings on the front are adorable.
These are just a bunch of random cloth items I have. My favorites are the Gyutaro tote bag and the Gyutaro underwear. Yes, I said underwear... yes it is official... I'll make a separate post about it another day đ On the right is some Tengen toilet paper, no that isn't official. It has a funny story behind it I promise. So one day my little brother asks me, "Which character from Demon Slayer do you want to eat shit?" I said Tengen of course, and months later he gave me this for my birthday. I freaking love my brother đ
I had to make a separate photo for this one since it was so big. This is a towel with all of the upper moons on it. I really love the art for this and I think it's just so beautiful.
Shikishi boards! I love collecting these because they have official art of Gyutaro that we don't get to see anywhere else!
More shikishi boards! He looks so handsome, right? đ¤
Just some photos (idk why they sell these) and coasters from the Ufotable Cafe in Japan.
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A folder and some stickers!
Finally, these are the last things. These are large items so instead of taking photos of them I just made a collage. They are luncheon mats and mat cases from the Ufotable Cafe. There is also a double-sided pillow, I use this every day in my gaming chair to support my back!
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This is my entire collection! I may have forgot about one or two items but this is the majority of it. I also have shirts but maybe I will show those another day. (Maybe in a face reveal?) I hope you enjoyed seeing how my adhd brain hoards everything with Gyutaro on it.
I'm sorry I wasn't able to provide more links for these items as most of them sold out long ago. They are focusing on making merch for the Hantengu clones now, so Gyutaro item releases have slowed down a lot.
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L&DS Rafayel: Mischievous Pandas | 18+
Damn imagine me finally writing this after it's been a solid week since Zayne's part...maybe longer I dunno. My wrists were killing me and I took a break and now they're better and primed for me to destroy them again! Enjoy this fic tho guys XOXO
âĄ(áâ¸á)⥠Pairings: Rafayel x Reader âĄ(áâ¸á)⥠Warnings: Unsafe Sex, Teasing, Dry Humping, Creampie âĄ(áâ¸á)⥠Synopsis: Rafayel was always willing to go along with your small whims. When you offered him a panda outfit, telling him how much fun it would be to match, he obviously said yes. Little did he know the mischievousness it would bring. âĄ(áâ¸á)⥠Word Count: 5k~
Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for âLove and Deepspaceâ. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.
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Rafayel
Mischievous Pandas
âYou know, Iâm thinking perhaps I should paint a bamboo forest under the sea now that Iâm wearing this.â You could hear Rafayelâs voice call out of the bathroom. You were already comfortable in bed as you glanced over, wondering when your man was finally going to leave the bathroom.
Low and behold, Rafayel finally came out of the bathroom clad in a beautiful panda outfit that happened to be a perfect match to your own. You had seen them in a shop recently and found them so ridiculous that you bought two of them so you guys could be matching. Rafayel was always one to go along with your random whims and agreed readily when you asked him to put it on for you.
You sat up in the bed, looking him over with a broad smile, âWell arenât you just the cutest lil thing.â You teased with a small chuckle escaping you. Rafayelâs cheeks went a bit red, but other than that seemed to be unaffected by your words. He walked over to the bed, leaning down with his hands on either side of you.
âShouldnât that be my line?â He shot right back at you with a flirtatious smirk. You giggled as you cupped his cheeks, giving them a small squeeze until he flinched back and felt his face as though you had just smacked him, âI didnât realize Pandas were known for violence.â
âPandas are very vicious creatures, Raffie. We are still bears.â That was a lie and everyone knew it. You had watched videos on pandas recently and honestly it was a miracle the species was able to ever survive outside of captivity.
âIâm sure they are.â Rafayel teased as he looked you over, âI must say though, I didnât expect to see my bodyguard wearing something like this. I thought you preferred more tactical apparel.â He went on.
âThis is as tactical as it comes. Itâs baggy enough that youâd never be able to see the full body chainmail underneath, or the several weapons I have. I look innocent.â You huffed and Rafayelâs eyes went over your body with a satisfied hum.
âFull body chainmail, my thatâs fancy. Whereâd you manage to get that?â Rafayel said, finally crawling on the bed to join you. His hand went over to you, pulling you closer to him so he could cuddle up with you. It was his favorite way of spending his evenings with you, and you were never one to complain when it came to being pressed up against him.
âOh you know, I used your credit card and bought it off the black market. The usual shindig.â You explained nonchalantly as you adjusted yourself in his grasp. You got comfortable in his arms and rested your head on his bicep. As soon as you said this Rafayel gave a shocked gasp, pushing you away from him dramatically.
âYou used my card and didnât even purchase one for me?â He said, a playful pout on his lips.
âYou donât need chainmail if Iâm protecting you, Mr Artsy Panda.â You said as you tried getting close to him. Rafayel scooched away from you for a moment and you chuckled, crawling closer. He kept trying to get away after noticing the glint in your eyes. So much so that he didnât realize when he was on the edge of the bed until he fell back.
There was a small crash and a grunt and you paused, eyes wide as you processed. Then you broke out into a fit of giggles, curling in on yourself as you looked down at Rafayel. The man was pouting at you from his spot on the floor, âYou canât even protect me from the floor.â He whined.
âOh donât be so dramatic. If you werenât so desperate to escape your loving partner this wouldâve never happened. Now get back up here.â You said, looking down at the bed. He looked absolutely hilarious and your shoulders were still shaking from your laughter.
âI dunno, Iâm just a lazy panda. Not sure if I could manage to muster up the energy to get back up.â He said, holding his hand, âI think I might need my heroic bodyguard to help me.âÂ
You shook your head at his dramatics and leaned over, holding your hand out to him. This was a mistake on your part, one you should've seen coming. As soon as his hand took yours, he dragged you down to the floor with him. You collided with his chest, the blanket around your waist tangling your legs and trapping you against him.
âMuch better.â Rafayel said as he looked at the angry pout on your face. He cupped your cheek and placed a small kiss on your forehead, âNow weâre both stuck here.â
âI would like a refund. I want to be on the bed.â You said as you began untangling yourself from the man. Rafayel wasn't having any of it, wrapping his arms around you and trapping you properly this time. âRaaaaaaf.â You groaned, hitting his chest.
âYou donât need to go up there, we have a bed right here. We have pillows and blankets.â Rafayel explained and you looked at him with a confused expression.
âWe got a blanket but I ainât seein no pillows, bro.â You huffed. That was when Rafayel switched positions, forcing you onto your back as he laid his head on your chest.
âYes we do.â He said, nuzzling his face into you.Â
You pushed on his forehead, whining about him being heavy for a moment before realizing he had really trapped you. You looked up at the ceiling, opting to just run your fingers through his hair as he relaxed onto your body. You felt his grip slackening as you cuddled with him on the floor, his guard slowly slipping.
As soon as the man of your dreams, the one you loved and adored, was relaxed against you, you kneed him in the stomach just enough to get him to grunt and roll off you. You laughed as you jumped back onto the bed, scooching away and curling under one of the other many blankets there, âGotcha!â You called out in triumph at escaping him.
âDid you just knee me?â Rafayel said, his head popping up at the edge of the bed as he looked at you, âArenât you supposed to be protecting me?â
âSee I consider that a 9-5 kinda gig, and at the moment it is very much almost midnight. Which reminds me, we should be sleeping.â You said as you pat the bed next to you, coaxing Rafayel to join you properly. The artist let out a huff as he crawled onto the bed, getting under the covers and in position for the night.
âYouâre cruel.â He huffed, his back now turned to you as he pouted. You chuckled, looking at Rafayel in his panda outfit, sulking over you attacking him. How a fully grown man could be as cute as him was one of the many wonders of the world.
At seeing him sulking you couldnât help but scooch up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling the back of his neck, âRaaaaf.â You said to him in a sweet voice, âCome on, letâs cuddle.âÂ
âI refuse to cuddle with someone who thinks kicking me is the proper response to escaping a cuddle session. Far too dangerous.â He said and you placed a small kiss on the back of his neck.
âCome on, my cute fishie, you canât stay mad at me all night.â You continued coaxing him in that saccharine voice, wondering how long it would take him to finally give in tonight. You could see his shoulders relaxing a bit in your grasp.
It took a few minutes before he began shifting. You backed up enough for him to roll over so he was facing you. He still had a pout, but now his cheeks and ears were red, âRoll over. Youâre the little spoon tonight. I donât want those knees anywhere near me.â He said and you rolled your eyes playfully.
Still, you did as requested and rolled over onto your side. His arms now wrapped around you as he nuzzled his face into your hair. After a moment he spoke, âDid you steal my shampoo?â He murmured sleepily.
âJudging by how your bathroom only has your products at the moment, yes.â You replied, relaxing into the mattress and his grip.
You heard him huff in amusement before his lips were pressed on the back of your neck, âI guess I donât mind you smelling like me.â He concluded as he then placed another kiss. You couldnât help but playfully elbow him and his hands tensed for a moment. You yelped, feeling him nip at your neck, it still being one of the few areas exposed in your large panda outfit.
âBehave.â He warned, his fingers twitching and you gasped for a moment, feeling them on you. You looked back at him, not getting a good glimpse of his face with your current angle.
âOr what?â
They were fighting words, everyone knew it. That alongside âMake meâ would always result in something happening. So when Rafayelâs hands began wandering your sides, tickling you, you knew you were in deep shit.
Your laughter began enveloping the room, your cheeks flushed as you tried gasping for breath between his onslaught. He knew every single part of your body that would cause you to giggle and he abused the hell out of them. Your chest hurt as you tried slapping his hands away, âE-e-enoooough hah!â You cried out, trying to get air into your lungs.
After Rafayel noticed that you were literally wheezing and gasping for air, he let you go. You greedily sucked in air as you turned to him, this time you were the one pouting as you looked at him, âE-evilâŚâ You murmured.
Rafayel just flashes you a grin before stretching and letting out a yawn, âItâs payback, my pearl.â He shrugged it off, âNow are we actually going to cuddle and go to bed for real this time?â
âI was ready to go to bed like an hour ago, Raf.â You said, laying back down on your back as you looked at him with a soft smile. Rafayel leaned in, placing a quick kiss on your lips before going to undo his overalls. You gave him a confused look, placing your hand on him and stopping him, âWhat are you doing?â
âTaking these off?â Rafayel said, curious as to what you were getting upset about, âI donât mean to alarm you but itâs kind of humid tonight.â
âYou dare take off the panda outfit?â You asked, almost scandalized by the sheer thought. Sure it was very humid and you could feel the sweat forming underneath your own pajamas, but you two were just too cute to simply take them off right now.
Rafayel gave you a deadpan stare before speaking, âDo you want me to die from overheating tonight?â
âYouâre being dramatic, Raffie. Youâre not gonna die.â You huffed, rolling back over to your side to get ready to finally get some sleep.
âIâm not being dramatic.â He said, already getting back into his previous position as well with spooning you. With his added body heat the room was getting a bit warmer than you wouldâve liked. Perhaps these were better catered towards the winter months, but your stubbornness wasn't going to let you give up. âThe panda outfit stays on in bed.â You finalize with him.
This got a small huff out of Rafayel, and you could feel him now cuddled up against your back. He smirked against you and you were about to ask what was up when he spoke, âSo thatâs the new rule?âÂ
âItâs a hard rule.â You murmured, closing your eyes as you decided youâd just attempt to sleep rather than entertain Rafayel. That was until you felt his hands wandering your hips and dragging your bottom half closer to his pelvis.
âYou wanna know what else is hard, my pearl?â He cooed into your ear, rolling his hips and you could faintly feel his cock against your ass. You let out a small, surprised gasp at his clear challenge and you opened your eyes.
âSeriously, Raf?â You muttered this time, pressing your ass back against him without thinking; it was just a natural reaction for you at this point in your relationship.
âToo bad you wonât get to feel it. After all, we need to keep these things on in the bed.â Rafayel rolled his hips against you once more and you bit down on your lip as you tried ignoring the feeling. âWhat a shame.â His voice came out huskier as he whispered in your ear, nipping you in the process.
The several layers between the two of you was certainly something that you realized would be an annoyance. You hated that your body was already reacting to him, getting slick between the thighs as he continued rolling himself against your ass, grinding his clothed cock against you. Memories of what it felt like inside of you began plaguing your mind.
âRafâŚâ You warned and he chuckled again, his breath tickling the nape of your neck.
âIâm simply abiding by your rules.â He reminded you. He trailed his hand down to the front of your pajamas, cupping your cunt and you let out a small moan as he pressed the fabric against you, your underwear soaking in your juices as you realized just how wet he was getting you from the teasing.
He continued this motion, pressing and rubbing you through your clothes as he rubbed himself against your ass. It wasnât nearly enough and he knew this all too well as he continued, entertained to see how youâd react to this. You bit your lip as you tried not to let out a whimper; you felt his lips pressing wet kisses along the exposed skin there. You finally opened your eyes and tried to look at him.
âTurn around.â He murmured as he noticed you trying to roll over. You did as he said and as soon as you were facing him, he grabbed you by your hips and rolled you so you were now straddling his lap. He laid prettily under you, looking up with flushed cheeks and a knowing smirk.
âAre you certain we need to keep these on?â He teased as he rolled his hips up into you. You gasped and placed your hands on his chest, cursing the fact that you couldnât feel his skin at that moment. You were pouting as you looked at him, flustered and horny.
âYouâre unfair.â You finally said, grinding down on him to get some much needed friction. You could barely feel him and it frustrated you to no end. The pajamas you thought were cute were now an eyesore when you knew what laid beneath them.
Rafayelâs teasing laugh turned into a groan as he began rolling up to meet your grinding, keeping a nice cadence before panting out your name. You closed your eyes, imagining what it would feel like to be riding him at this moment, how good his cock would make you feel as you came several times on his lap.
âYou look ridiculous right now.â You decided to say, looking down at him. You could see Rafayelâs face turn into a pout immediately as he looked up at you.
âAnd Iâm currently trying my best to stay hard, but itâs a bit difficult when thereâs a panda on top of you.â He huffed, his hands going to your hips and gripping them. If not for the fabric, you were certain it would leave bruises for tomorrow.
You rolled your eyes, âYouâre the worst.â You muttered and took your hand, gliding it up. Thankfully the overalls were broken when you purchased them, so he only had one strap on. You went to unclasp it so you could take it off, but you got interrupted when his hand grabbed your own.
âChanging the rules?â He asked, raising his eyebrow, âDonât you think thatâs a bit naughty to do so for your own selfish reasons?â
âItâs not selfish if someone else gets off as well.â You muttered and he smirked, âBesides Iâm only doing this since youâre a cheater.â Now he laughed as he took his hand away from you.
âWell then go ahead and strip this cheater bare, my little panda pearl.â He said and you groaned in annoyance at the stupid nickname. Still, you undid the clasp and let it fall. He helped assist you in stripping it off his body, lifting his hips up and soon you were tossing them off the bed. Your hands went down his chest, tugging at the hoodie next.
Rafayel sat up, grabbing the end of the hoodie and ripping it off in one motion, tossing it to join the other fabric on the ground. Then his hands went to you, unclasping your own overalls and motioning for you to lift your hips and knees when needed until he could take it off. You were left in the hoodie and underwear, while Rafayel only had his underwear on. You looked down briefly to notice the wet patch on his underwear right where his cock head was.
âOh, you were having trouble staying hard you say?â You teased, your hand going down to press on his erection, loving how he rolled his hips against your hand without thinking about it. The sudden contact was doing things to you both as he looked you up and down. Your hands were all over his chest, enjoying the plains and valleys that were his muscles, your fingers gently grazing over his nipples and he let out a small gasp.
âIf I focused on your face it wasnât bad.â Rafayel said, his hands going to rest on your exposed thighs as he gave them a firm squeeze, âNow, my conch, will you do me the honors of riding me?â He asked, basically fluttering his eyelashes at you.
âYa, hang on, Raf.â You say, going to take off your own hoodie when he stops your hands. The thing was oversized on you and was actually able to cover your modesty, but for some reason Rafayel could only lick his lips when he looked your body over.
âKeep it on, itâs kinda cute on you.â He said and you huffed. You sat back down on his lap, the only thing separating you were two small pieces of fabric now. You could feel his cock twitching underneath you as you rolled your hips. The dry humping now was way more pleasurable as you continued this for a minute, almost getting lost in the sensation. You could probably cum like this if you really tried.
Rafayel let out a hiss though, the stimulation being good but not enough; it wasnât what he was planning. Still his hips thrusted up against your clothed mound, wanting to feel your heat closer to him.
You decided to let out a loud, playful moan as you looked down at him, pressing his chest down so he was laying back down on the bed, âYou feel pretty good as is, Raffie. Perhaps Iâll use you like this until I cum.â You said with a teasing glint in your eyes.
âYou know, I bet Iâd feel even better if I were inside you, what do you think?â Despite the teasing tone that Rafayel had, his cheeks and chest were flushed with a scarlet blushed as he looked up at you, almost pleading. You smirked as your hands went to the waistband of his underwear, tugging it until you could take it off his hips.
Your hand wraps around his cock, thumb swiping over the wet tip as you slide his pre cum over his shaft. Heâs hot and heavy in your hands and you admire him like he were a piece of art, his cock twitching as you admired him. âRaf, your cock is so pretty.â You murmured, licking your lips as the thought of it being slid down your throat.
Rafayelâs blush got deeper as he looked away from you with a huff, âMight as well take a picture, itâll last you longer.âÂ
You paused for a moment, cock still in hand as you looked between it and the owner, âWaitâŚcan I?â damn with how pretty he is, youâd be down to put it as your lock screen. God forbid anyone try to open your phone.
Rafayel now took a few seconds before responding with a simple âNo.â
Your small huff of annoyance was enough to get him to look back at you. You were sliding your underwear off your hips and tossing them off to the side. Your legs straddling him as you took his cock back into your hand, lining him up with your dripping cunt.
You slowly began sinking down on his length, groaning as you felt his cock stretching you out perfectly. He wasnât too thick, but he had a good amount of length to him that always reached into your deepest parts. Rafayelâs hands went to your thighs, gripping them as he watched his cock disappear inside of you.
Once you were fully seated, you rocked your hips gently against Rafayel as you got used to accommodating his length. Rafayel let out a breathy moan, staring up at you with his mouth hanging open slightly. His voice music to your ears as you rolled your hips again, loving how you could feel him twitching inside you.
At your teasing, Rafayel thrusted up in you, making you cry out at the suddenness of it all. Your hands finding purchase over his abs as you shot him a small glare, âHey, no fair.â You said and Rafayel scoffed.
His grip on your thighs was tight as he managed to lift you up a bit before slamming you back down. Your small, surprised moan echoed in the room as you realized he had no intention of letting you have your way. He began a simple pace, fucking up into you and controlling your movements.
You were already turning into a broken, moaning mess as you looked down at him, trying to form a sentence, âN-no faaaaair.â You groaned out, âI thought I-I was in charge-fuck.â You cursed as he angled his hips just right. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation as he used you like a little toy, bouncing eagerly on him.
âIf you want to be on top, you need to make sure youâre doing it right.â He scolded, his thrusting getting harsher until he stopped suddenly, settling you on his lap. You took a moment to catch his breath, the tight coil that was forming now ebbing away as you looked down at him.
âWhyâd you stop?â You said after a moment and he smirked.
âYouâre on top tonightâŚwerenât you just complaining about that?â He said, tilting his head as he sat up and rested his back on the pillows; his cock shifting in you with the small movement. You groaned, leaning forward on his lap until you were chest to chest, your face a few inches apart from one another.
âYouâre the worst.â You said, leaving a teasing nip at his jaw as you began riding him; you lifted your hips and tried finding the pace and angle he had been fucking you at before. You let out a frustrated groan, not being able to get it just right like he had managed. Your arms wrapped around Rafayelâs shoulders, one hand playing in his hair as you tugged him forward.
Your small annoyed whimpers seemed deafening in the room, adding to the chorus of the wet skin-on-skin slapping. Rafayel seemed to get what you wanted, moving forward just enough to capture your lips in a searing kiss. His kisses were always full of heat, nibbling on your lower lip so he could ease his tongue into you.
He groaned at your taste, his tongue entangled with your own as he easily took control of the passionate liplock. He noticed as you closed your eyes, savoring the kiss that you had stopped riding him, opting to just roll your hips against him as you tried to at least keep up some friction.
You swallowed Rafayelâs groan and soon his hands were on the bottom of your thighs, closest to your ass. He easily lifted you up until his cock was barely inside you, before slamming you down. You gasped into the kiss, his lips never leaving yours as he began guiding your movements again.
âS-so good.â You cried out against his mouth, looking down to see his cock going in and out of you. The warm coiling sensation began again and you knew you wouldnât last very long at this pace. Not with how good he was making you feel with every thrust up into your cunt.
He adjusted you in his lap until his cock managed to hit that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. âRaf, fuck, right there.â You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as you pressed your forehead against his own. Your eyes were squeezed shut, the sensations being too much yet not enough all at the same time.
Rafayel hisses at feeling your nails and he lets out a small chuckle, âTake it easy, love.â He said, feeling close to his own high. His cock was being squeezed so deliciously by your warmth that it was hard for him to think clearly.
âS-sorry.â You said, although the apology was half hearted. You began peppering kisses along his jaw and neck, a silent way of repenting for scratching the hell out of him. He chuckled as he used his shoulder to shrug your head off him so he could see you.
âMy pearl, think you could play with your clit while I fuck you?â He asked, his lips brushing against yours. You let out another whimper, nodding your head. You took one of your hands and placed it between your legs. It was pressed between your two bodies but you had enough room for your fingers to graze against your swollen clit.
âDoing so good, sweetheart, just a little more.â Rafayel praised, feeling how your walls were quivering with your impending release. He began thrusting harder, faster, wanting to bring you toppling over the edge at the same time as him.
âC-close R-raaah-f.â You moaned, pinching your clit between your fingers then rubbing it in circles. The feeling of his cock stretching you at the new pace was driving you insane. You were about to cum, the pleasure overwhelming.Â
âClose too, baby.â Rafayel groaned, his cock twitching and leaking profusely inside you, âCan I cum inside?â Despite how close he was he still had to check.
âGods, please.â You said and then gasped. The coil in you snapped at that moment, your walls clenching over his length as you rode out your orgasm. Everything inside of you felt like it was a gentle fire, your limbs tingling and your head fuzzy. You didn't realize you had thrown your head back, your mouth open as you let out whimpers of pleasure.
Feeling you squeezing his cock like a vice, Rafayel groaned. His warm seed began spilling inside of you, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer. All too soon you felt your high slowly going away as you slumped against Rafayel. You nuzzled into his neck, clutching onto him as you ground yourself once more.
You didnât realize how out of breath you were until you noticed how you were panting. Rafayel was rubbing soothing circles on your back. His warm hands under your hoodie as he helped you come back to him.
You two stayed like this for a while, enjoying the comfortable silence. That was until you realized just how uncomfortable the aftermath felt.
Not only was it humid, but you two had worked up a sweat. Alongside the mess dripping from between your legs onto Rafayelâs lapâŚyou guys needed to clean up.
âRafâŚâ You mumbled and the man below you just hummed. His hands paused for a moment as he adjusted himself so he could look at you, âWe need to clean up. I feel sticky.â
Rafayel laughed at your observation as he kissed the side of your neck, âYa, ya, we can take a bath in a few minutes. Lemme relax a bit more. That was a workout, you know.â He muttered. You playfully smacked his chest as you adjusted in his grip. His softening cock still in you made you wince from the sensitivity.Â
âIf that took it out of you, we might need to hit the gym together.â You said, watching as Rafayelâs hands were now roaming your body. He began tugging at the hoodie, clearly wanting to take it off.
âWe donât need to take drastic measures.â He said as he helped lift you off his cock. Your combined fluids now flowed out onto him. You tried closing your thighs, letting out an embarrassed yelp
âNo need to be shy.â Rafayel urged as he sat you down on his stomach. He leaned back again and stared up at you, âItâs just the aftermath of our love.â He teased.
You huffed before realizing something. A small laugh escaped you as you looked down, âYou knowâŚâ You went to tug at the hoodie you wore, âTechnically one of us did keep the panda outfit on in bed.â
âReally?â He groaned, âThatâs what you have to say after all that?âÂ
You shrugged in response and Rafayel clicked his tongue, âYouâre something else.â
âBe that as it may, you still love me.â You said with a soft smile, your hand resting on his cheek, gently caressing it.Â
Rafayel huffed âYa, I guess I do.â
Aha gg hope y'all enjoyed this one! Probably my favorite one to write out of all three boys tbh.
#loveanddeepspace#love and deepspace#Rafayel Love and Deepspace#Lnds#Lnds Rafayel#lnds x reader#x reader#reader insert#rafayel x reader#l&ds#l&ds rafayel#l&ds rafayel x reader#lads x reader#lads rafayel#lads rafayel x reader
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how chris and cosmetology!reader meet
notes - a cute lil blurb !!
"okay monday it is" nick, matt, and chris has just purchased tickets to fly home to boston for a week. they had no work this week so they could finally relax. matt nodded slugishly in aggreement because nick woke him up to confirm the date. "i gotta' find a barber though mom's gonna flame me again." chris mumbled as he runs a hand through his hair. nick and matt started packing but chris stayed behind and texted his usual barber. of course, chris's barber was in mexico for vacation so he let out a dramatic ass sigh and scrolled on instagram to find a last minute barber. chris eventually stumbled across your page, and mesmerized was an understatement. all he could do now was pray you took male clients.
"dude, snap out of it what shirt should i bring?" matt's voice brought chris out of his trance. "oh..sorry but the red flannel that one's tough" matt nodded as he continued packing. chris dmed you and you had agreed to give him a trim. "nick c'mere" chris said as he made a gesture for nick to come over. nick rolled his eyes and pulled away from his suitcase as he leaned over to glance at his phone. "y'know this girl?" chris questioned. "mhm she does madison's makeup for music videos." nick explained. chris nodded and made a mental note as he continuted to stare at your most recent photo dump.
the next day he stepped into your salon with a soft smile. "oh hi your chris right?" your receptionist questioned sweetly. "mhm" he hummed. "okay you can go sit over there she's just gonna finish up real quick." she directed. "aight, thanks." he nodded as she softly smiled. 5 minutes later you walked in. "hi...hold on...i know your name." you let out a breathy giggle. "chris?" you asked as he beamed and smiled back at you. "okay i'm gonna wash your hair really quickly and then we can talk length and stuff over there." you instructed as he nodded and leaned back so you can have access to his hair.he was now sitting in the salon chair as you finished up cutting his hair. "okay how do we feel?" you said gently as he looked into the mirror.
"your a lifesaver...honestly" he praised. "okay i'll put some product in your hair and then i'll let you go." you said as you made your way over to the samples for your new hair product that was set to release in a couple months. you lathered the product onto your smooth hands and began running your fingers through his silky hair. "all done!" you smiled as you examined your work. you couldn't help but think damn hes hot. "all good?" you questioned softly. "yeah i'm good...thank you...really." a part of him wanted to say no so you could continue running your hands through his hair but he ignored the urge.
2 weeks later
Christopher Sturniolo: I'm going to Madison's MV shooting later. You gonna be there?
y/n l/n: you got it see you in an hour
a/n - this is SOOOO bad im sorry but first piece of writing for my babies !!
tags - @tyummyz @xoxo4chrisss @secretlocket
#madi's fics â๨ŕ§ËâĄË ࣪#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo fluff#cosmetology!reader x chris sturniolo ๨ŕ§
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A Viktor & Zaundads AU musing
So I recently wrote a ficlet in which Viktor is adopted by Silco and Vander.
And while responding to a lovely reader, I blabbered about what the course of the plot would be, going forward. I wanted to share this here because I'm happy with the way it tied up with the Nice!AU we see in the show:
I think Viktor gets a bit glamorized, but he's very much a Singed Lite. He's got every building block of a mad scientist.
I always find it funny that his demo to Heimer is used as proof Viktor wants to make life better for other people in Zaun⌠It's tools so miners can mine more and better. Yeah it would make miner's lives easier but it's like telling a struggling cashier she has a smarter till that will let her process more purchases in a day! It's not actually good for the people, it's mostly good for whoever runs/owns the mines.
So I think Silco would have to actually do some work to indocrinate Viktor. I think he'd make him see his bad lungs as Piltover's fault, for example. "You lived in poverty and your parents died, all because of Piltover," that sort of spiel.
And honestly I could see the emerging Viktor to be a lot more political as a result. He'd create inventions that benefit his community, and I also feel like he'd be a lot more self-asserting, because he wouldn't be a "lonely child" found by Heimerdinger.
By the time Mylo, Claggor, Vi and Powder are around, he's an adult older sibling to all of them. He's minimum 10 years older than Vi, so he must have been around 20/21 when Vi and Powder got adopted at the bridge. He'd be studying or working already.
I could see him going to the Academy and THEN coming back to Zaun, shunning the assistant position from Heimer to go start his own academy in Zaun, at Silco's behest.
I think Silco, if not using Shimmer, would be a lot more... focused on ways to get Piltover to notice. Appearing like Zaunites can "make it" if only they have the opportunity and means would be important. And I think Viktor would find a way to get Powder and Ekko into the Academy very early on with sponsorships with the goal of also having them back and teaching down the line.
Maybe after Vi dies and things are being negotiated so Zaun obtains more freedom.
At Jayce's trial, things go quite differently. He's bannished from the academy and the city of Piltover.
Viktor, through his contacts with Heimer, gets access to the lab his little sister died in. He says he wants to see the place and claims some of her things are missing and that he wants to search the rubble, but really he wants to understand the technology that killed his sister.
As in the show, he walks in on Jayce about to jump. Gives him a pitch. The research is gone, yes, and it'll be destroyed, but Jayce has it all in his mind anyway. Viktor invites him to HIS academy, which happens to be in Zaun... *technically* not Piltover.
Silco negotiates more independance, and they create their own council that reports to Piltover's but works its own laws and has a budget.
Meanwhile, Jayce gets introduced to Zaun's academy. He moves into the Drop, since Powder and Ekko are at the Academy, and Vi is dead.. He's rooming for a while with Claggor and Milo, but then ends up adding a bunk to Viktor's room. Anyway Viktor sleeps at his school so often...
Vander and Silco get another found kid. Ximena gets a letter eventually and becomes a regular visitor at the Drop.
When Ekko gets dropped for a week in his alter's body, he could have a very strange interaction with that version of Viktor and Jayce lmao.
#arcane#viktor arcane#silco#arcane silco#zaundads#vander#ekko#powder#vi arcane#jayvik#alternate au#happy au#arcane 2#arcane meta
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when did you start to have feelings for the cute stranger on your morning commute and how are you going to be able to tell him?
â pairing yunho x reader
â genre fluff, angst, strangers 2 lovers
â style one-shot
â word count 4k
â warnings food, yunho cries
â reactions from the gc âOkay but why do I have tears in my eyesâ âI feel all warm and toasty insideâ âI had a lovely timeâ
note sorry if you hate brown sugar oatmilk lattes, cinnamon sugar bagels, pastries in general, or sushi
getting a new position in your company meant better pay, a new office, and different work hours. you were happy for the shift in your routine, feeling like you were starting to become a part of some machine, but you were honestly happier for the shift in your commute time.
your old hours always had you riding the train at the busiest times, shoved into a car with a collection of other desk workers like a bunch of sardines, and over the years youâd grown used to not being able to find a seat or even have any form of personal space. youâd always accepted it as a necessary evil that just accompanied getting to work at a prestigious corporation in the city but now, climbing into a train car that was next to empty, you were regretting ever settling for less.
youâd quickly grown into a routine with these new hours, grabbing an iced brown sugar oatmilk latte from the cafe on the corner of the station entrance before your train, spending the 30-ish minute ride sipping and reading a few pages from the book youâd purchased most recently, and then using the extra time before work started to grab a cinnamon sugar bagel from the bakery a block away from the company, unless the pastry of the day was particularly appealing in which case youâd grab two of those.
of the people who took the train at the same time as you, there were always a few regulars mixed in with the random passengers. the old lady, youâd lovingly nicknamed mrs. blue, was an every day passenger. sheâd already be on the train when you would board, sat in the farthest corner of the car, with a collection of different knit items on her lap, some incomplete and often actively being worked on during the ride. she wore a different blue shirt every day, and although you were months into this new routine she hadnât repeated any yet. she would get off exactly three stops before you, taking her time to gather her knits as the doors opened and although you worried that one day the doors would close before she made it onto the platform she hadnât missed her stop yet.
probably the most recent regular you noticed was someone youâd called the flash to your roommate and the name just stuck. he would board one stop after yours, always arriving at the platform at the same time as the train. heâd take about a minute to look at all the free seats on the train but after what seemed like a heavy debate with himself, one where he would gesture subtly with his hands and mutter quietly under his breath, he would take the same seat heâd taken yesterday, and the day before, and every day as long as youâd been riding this line. he would get off a stop before your own and just as with his arrival, his form would disappear from the platform in tandem with the trainâs departure.
of course the most interesting of all the passengers, and the first regular youâd noticed, was a man that both boarded and exited the train at the same stops as you. he was tall, youâd estimate around six feet, and although heâd seemed intimidating as youâd stood on the departure platform for the first time since your change in work hours, he sent you a smile that simply melted away all of your worries when heâd caught your eyes flickering toward him cautiously.
he was always waiting at the platform before you, no matter how early you were to the station, and he always wore one wireless earbud. if it was in the right ear he was obviously on a call, talking and laughing with someone heâd called mingi. if it was in the left ear he was silent and you assumed he was just listening to something, likely music or an audiobook. however, no matter which ear was occupied he would always greet you with a warm smile and a slight nod when you would saddle up next to him on the platform.
youâd tried to parse his reasons for taking the train so often and so regularly but it was next to impossible to be sure when he was always dressed so casually and never carried the same items. some days heâd be weighed down by a backpack that looked like it was holding several concrete bricks while other days heâd have nothing but his phone in his hand. every few days heâd have a different bag of takeout food, though the only repeat container was from a thai place youâd googled one day after noticing him carrying a bag with the same logo for the fourth time.
when you both would leave the train after arriving at your stop, you would cross paths, each of you having exited the door of the car opposite to the direction you would head to leave the platform. at first he would just give you another smile and nod but about a month into this routine heâd escalated to telling you to âhave a good dayâ to which youâd return a quick âyou tooâ.
the train on the way home from work held a different set of regulars, a slightly younger and more rowdy collection, but after a couple months into this new pattern you would find your mind wandering away from the words on the page in front of you to the man from your morning ride.
he was certainly attractive, a sharp jaw that complimented sculpted cheeks, a nose that perfectly defined his side profile, and eyes that would crinkle up whenever he would laugh or smile. speaking of his laugh, youâd noticed he had a habit of tilting his head back when he would find something particularly amusing, a tendency that had caused him to bump his head against the wall of the train car behind him several times. each time this accident had occurred, you would dip your own head, lips pressed together in an attempt to suppress the enamored giggles that would bubble into your throat. after you managed to calm yourself, youâd take a peek in the manâs direction to find a light blush dusted over the apples of his cheeks and along the tops of his ears, eyes flicking toward you before his ears would transition to an even darker shade of red and he would hide his own shy giggles behind his hand, his gaze shifting to the train floor.
your routine became familiar after a few months, comfortable even. it gave you a sense of security, knowing that heâll always be there.
of course that means that the one day you arrive at the station and heâs not stood in his usual spot on the platform you can almost feel the universe poking a hole through your bubble. it lets in a little bit of something that anyone else might recognize as disappointment, but to you it feels heavier. itâs painted with a hint of worry, and you itch to check the time on your phone every few seconds just to triple and quadruple check that youâre not running behind. you try to ignore the way his absence has thrown you off but as you take a sip of your latte it almost feels like even your drink tastes different.
you board the train when it arrives as you would every other time but even mrs. blue seems to notice the lack of your usual companion, pausing a moment in the middle of a stitch with yarn tangled between her fingers, before she returns to her own routine. similarly, the flash takes twice as long to choose his usual seat, eyes lingering on where the man would usually have been sitting before he moves about his day as normal.
your book seems even less interesting today, the story dragging on as the author tries to build suspense that you just canât seem to bring yourself to focus on. instead, you wonder if heâs okay, you hope he is, dwelling on all of the possible reasons he could have missed the train, because thatâs what you assume he did. he must have missed it, his alarm this morning not waking him or construction making him change his usual path to the station. of all the possibilities for his absence, you in no way consider the reality that approaches as you hop off at your usual stop.
he makes his way through the door he would normally exit, boarding the car instead, with a woman following close on his heels. their hands are connected, fingers intertwined, as he pulls her toward his usual seat on the train and he wears the same light blush as when heâd hit his head on the wall. he looks happy and you want to breathe a sigh of relief that heâs okay, but your body refuses to relax at the sight, your stomach turning and heart clenching as you see her beam up at him.
neither of them take any notice of you, too enraptured in the little bubble surrounding them as you make your way toward the rest of your day. something in the back of your mind tells you that youâre not going to have a very good one.
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your day isnât too extraordinary, the usual tasks and duties taking up your work time, but every so often your mind will drift, as it usually does, to your train companion. unfortunately, instead of the standard admirations of the way heâd worn his hair that day or the opinions on the conversation that youâd parsed from hearing just his half of the phone call, your thoughts seem to be stuck on the way her hand had been firmly captured in his own and the way his eyes had lit up when the woman on his arm had laughed.
as the weeks go on, and his appearances on the train become more infrequent and completely changed by the girl that seems to be his world, you start to consider that this may be your new normal. maybe a regular has shifted into the crowd.
you feel something inside yourself shift in response to this new situation and you try not to harp on it. however, how are you supposed to reconcile something that you werenât even aware had been happening. when had the boy stood on the platform turned into a crush?
it felt childish to admit, falling for a relative stranger, but it felt even more foolish to realize that she must have been his reason for all those months. that girl was why he took the train, why he was always punctual and bright. maybe youâd purposely ignored the signs, the occasional bouquet and the mention of a jiyoung when on a call, or maybe youâd been too caught up in your own interest, in your own feelings, to realize that he was only a stranger. you didnât even know his name.
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youâre not even sure how long it had been since youâd seen him on the platform as you approached, your latte in your hand and steps stuttering as you realized that he was there. he looked nice today, more dressed up than you think you'd ever seen him. black tie neat and blazer crisp as he shifted from foot to foot almost nervously. it was hard not to notice the bouquet in his arms, a collection of several different pink flowers wrapped neatly in brown paper, and the container of food from that thai place. you could reason to guess that it was likely her favorite, the portions heâd carried had always been suspiciously small for someone of his stature but youâd never seen a need to analyze that before.
aside from the new surprise that just is seeing him on this platform and taking this train, youâre shocked to find that you canât see an earbud in his left ear but he also doesnât appear to be in conversation with anyone. heâs not on the phone, heâs not even reaching into his pocket for his headphones, heâs staring straight ahead at the empty tracks, almost willing the train to arrive faster.
as you approach your usual spot on the platform his eyes flick over to you, sensing movement in his peripheral. you try not to make eye contact, pulling your phone out of your pocket to appear busy.
âhi.â
of all the greetings youâve ever shared, verbal communication was new. you werenât anticipating any sort of recognition, as youâd stood further away from him purposely, partly in an effort to avoid any sort of interaction with him.
you didnât respond aloud, your gaze briefly locking with his as you nod slightly before looking back to the screen of your phone.
he doesnât seem deterred by your lack of proper response, though, as he takes a step in your direction.
âdo you think this is too cheesy?â
his voice is much higher than youâve heard it previously, when heâs talking with mingi or sending you off to have a good day, and you can hear a nervous shake in the tone.
you venture to glance back up at him, the bouquet in his hands now turned out to you so that you can see the writing on the wrapping paper.
will you be my girlfriend?
the lump that forms in your throat is involuntary and you try to swallow it away as you blink at him.
âitâs cute,â you manage after a moment, trying to avoid further discussion as you quickly return to your phone. maybe you could fish out your own headphones from the depths of your bag.
âi got her favorite too,â he explains with a lift of the takeout container, completely oblivious to the hint that you arenât in the mood to converse. âi never really liked thai but i donât mind.â
you bite your tongue to keep from saying anything, urging your brain to ignore the curiosity of what he would prefer instead.
youâre sure that youâve never been more thankful for the punctuality of the train as it comes quickly into view in the next moment, screeching to a stop in front of you both and cutting off the conversation.
you notice that he makes his way to his usual spot, mrs. blue peeking at him from the corner of her eye before she returns to her latest project.
instead of your usual place, one that wasnât directly across from him but still too close for whatever your heart was doing right now, you decide to take a different spot, one where you can convincingly be enraptured in the pages of your book while your mind takes in none of the words, too focused on the latest development with your train companion.
you try to think about anything other than the boy with the bouquet but it feels like the length of the ride that youâve taken for months has suddenly doubled. youâre not sure the doors have ever stayed open this long at each stop, yet each platform is more unusually barren than the last, leaving the car with just the usuals occupying their spots.
at your stop, only you and him are left and you realize that in sitting further away from him youâd managed to sit closer to the door that he would normally exit, both of you almost colliding as you try to fit through the doorway and step out onto the platform.
âhave a good day,â he says, and itâs not only different because itâs the first time youâd heard the phrase from him in so long but because his voice is still high and still shaky.
you take a shallow breath, trying to calm the prickling sensation that washes over your skin, and you reply, âgood luck.â
you donât stay to see his reaction, dipping your head and feet leading you in your usual direction. you donât even realize you were practically jogging until you make it to the bakery almost 10 minutes before you normally would.
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half of your day is spent wondering how it all went for him, your regular duties not nearly as interesting as the turmoil in your heart.
your brain tells you that she obviously said yes, simply based on the brief moments youâd seen of them together, and your heart reasons that you want her to say yes, the smile that sheâd put on his face when they were together absolutely mesmerizing, but somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach you wish for her to say no. you try to suppress the thought, reasoning that it wouldnât mean you suddenly had a chance, but the jealousy only continued to fester until you realize that youâd been typing out your internal argument instead of the report you were tasked to start.
you tussle with your feelings for the rest of the day, even as you pack up and make your way to the station in order to head back home for the night. youâre almost too caught up in your head to notice a familiar bouquet in the hands of an even more familiar stranger sat on the bench just off the platform.
you pause when you first notice him, his gaze set firmly on the slightly wilted flowers, eyebrows furrowed in what appears to be a mix of thought and anger, and you try to decide what to do. you could simply walk past and pretend that you hadnât noticed him, but as you consider that a guilt starts to replace the jealous feeling that had started to manifest earlier in the day. a voice in the back of your mind tells you that youâre responsible, youâd secretly wished for his rejection hadnât you, but you quiet that voice as you take a deep breath and approach him.
âhi,â you chirp once youâre at the end of the bench and you realize that you donât know what else to say. you didnât have any kind of plan.
he looks up at you, eyes wide and a little pathetic to complement the subtle downturn of his lips. you try not to react when he notices itâs you and his expression lifts slightly before dropping back down.
âhi,â he practically whispers, the word heavy and soft as it leaves his lips.
âthis seat taken?â you resist the urge to drop your face into your palm as your mouth moves before you can stop it but if he finds the phrase at all awkward he doesnât comment, only gesturing to the empty space with his hand as a sort of invitation.
you move onto the bench, angling your body to face him and you canât tell if you imagine him shift to match you or if heâd always been sat on an angle as his gaze moves back to the flowers.
âshe said no,â he supplies with a shake of the bouquet and a few petals fall out, one landing in his lap while the rest float to the ground.
you bite your lip as your hand reaches out reflexively but you quickly pull it back in before you can pick the petal from his thigh.
âdid she say why?â you ignore the thought that you may be prying, telling yourself that heâd offered the information first.
he lets out a single humorless chuckle as his eyes close. when he opens them he looks up at you once more, gaze and voice noticeably watery as he replies, âshe never wanted something serious. she thought it was just always going to be casual.â
a tear makes its way past his waterline and heâs quick to wipe it away with the back of his hand before he drops his gaze to his lap, noticing the petal there and brushing it off.
you try to think of anything else to do aside from just sitting here and watching him cry when you realize that he no longer has the bag of takeout and are reminded of the question you wanted to ask him earlier in the day.
âwhatâs your favorite?â you ask, cringing slightly for not being clear when he looks up at you with a confused expression.
âuh, food,â you elaborate and he tilts his head slightly as though heâs never heard the question before.
he takes a moment to think, eyes fluttering around the both of you, before he says, âi guess japanese.â
you nod slowly, pursing your lips as itâs now your turn to think.
âgreat,â you say after a moment, rising from the bench after you check the time, âbecause i love sushi.â
he quirks his head at you again, this time his face scrunches up in confusion, as he watches you stand and take the bouquet from his hands. he doesnât bother to try getting it back as you walk toward the edge of the platform, the train coming into view only a moment later.
when you notice that he hasnât followed you, you look back at him over your shoulder.
âyouâre gonna miss your train,â you call to him and he hesitantly follows as you board.
the car is empty today and you breathe a gentle sigh of relief as you anticipate your plan.
only a few seconds after youâve taken your seat, your train companion steps into the car, still observing you with confusion, although you see a hint of amusement start to take over his features as you gesture to his usual seat.
he says nothing as he sits down, eyes fixed on you to the point that he almost misses his chair, sliding down into the seat with a soft thump.
âif you keep staring at me youâre going to make this immensely harder for me,â you say loud enough for him to hear as you look down at the bouquet in your hands. you take the edge of the brown wrapping paper into your hand, the material considerably more wrinkled than when youâd seen it earlier that day, and start to tear. luckily the writing is on the outer layer and so you can tear it off without causing the arrangement to change.
you canât see his face but you can imagine the tilt of his head as you work to remove the phrase from the flowers, crumbling up the paper and tossing it into your bag.
as the train comes to the first stop you peek onto the platform and silently thank the universe for urging those taking the train from this station to climb into the other cars, leaving only you and your stranger sat in the plastic seats of the familiar car.
before the train can start to move again you stand, clearing your throat, and you notice him shift slightly as though preparing to get up before you take a few steps and close the distance between you.
you let out a breath as you take the seat next to him, eyes intently connected with his own, before holding the bouquet in front of him.
âhi, iâm y/n and iâve seen you on the train before,â you start, his eyes eager and round as though trying to convey that heâs listening. âi think youâre really cute and iâd appreciate the chance to take you to din-â you cut yourself off as you pull out your phone to check the time and you swear the corners of his lips pull up in amusement. âmidnight snack,â you conclude, putting your phone away as you turn back to him.
he doesnât say anything for a moment, eyes just looking into yours as his lips slowly part to reveal a toothy smile.
âpreferably japanese,â you add to break the silence, the words barely audible.
without breaking eye contact he takes the bouquet from your hand, his fingers brushing against your own and causing a heat to climb the back of your neck.
âhi,â he starts, placing the bouquet onto the seat on the other side of him, âiâm yunho and iâve seen you on the train before. i think youâre very cute and iâd be happy to get a midnight snack with you.â
you try to keep the blush from spreading to your cheeks but you give up as you notice yunhoâs own ears and face growing pink.
âi just have one condition,â he adds and you cock your head in confusion.
âthe snack has to be japanese.â
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note idk why but i just apparently feel the need to romanticize public transit AGAIN
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