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Nugget Update (MV1)
sumary: y/n's always giddy after getting a nugget update, sure she loves her best boy, but it also has something to do with the cat sitter sending the updates
driver!reader x cat sitter!max verstappen -> habs incoming... series masterlist
cw: not fia approved words, a bit of lance hate (I don't actually hate him), mutual pinning, the grid teasing the reader, lot of appearances from the reader's cat, kissing, kinda mean!reader (to the grid)
wc: 4.1k
a/n: this is my first time writing in 2nd person so bear with me. also, I low key hate this and it may be shit. not proof read!
âWell arenât you a ball of sunshine?â A voice called out, disturbing the peace - or the closest thing to peace you could have near a Formula 1 track.
Your gaze snapped up, eyes narrowing as you took in the man standing on the entry of the RedBull garage. âHello, Charles,â you replied, a teasing bite obviously heard in your voice as you crossed your arms over your chest. âI know you wanted to experience what a successful garage looks like but I thought Ferrari had a better hold on you.â
Charles laughs, his eyes crinkling as his lips stretch into a smile. Teasing Charles was always a fun time but thatâs all it was, just a bit of fun. It never stretched into something meaner, just two people showing affection by teasing each other.
Charles had been your very first real friend on the grid. The first to offer his hand with a smile and genuinely mean it. The first to congratulate you on a win after getting out of the car or the first to say that the next race would be better. Really, he was your best friend, but you would never tell him that or it would go to his head.
âFunny, very funny.â He said, his accent thick. His eyes slid around the motor home until finally meeting your own. âLot of drivers are going out for drinks, came by to invite you.â
âI donât Charles,â you started to say, going through your mental list of excuses, searching for the best one to use to avoid this social interaction.
âOh come on!â He whined, rolling his eyes. He gave you a look that let you know you could stop thinking about an excuse because he wasnât going to be buying it. âWe wonât stay that long and itâs night race tomorrow so you donât need to wake up at the crack of dawn.â
You pressed your lips together, the lip gloss previously applied making them slide against each other easily.Â
Charles kissed his teeth, nodding his head along. Fine, heâll play the game. âSome of the WAGâs are coming as well.â
âAre you really trying to lure me out by promising female company?â
âIs it working?â
âEh,â you shrugged your shoulders. âWill you pay my tab?â
Charles scoffed. âPay your tab?â He asked, sounding as if you had asked him for his firstborn. âYouâre filthy rich! You have a bigger salary than me!â
âYeah, they do pay world champions a bit extra, comes with the title.â You replied, grinning at him, a wide teasing grin, your eyes twinkling.Â
âFine whatever, Iâll pay your tab.â He said, raising his hands in surrender. âNow go take that suit off and shower, you look disgusting.â
âYou look like a trash can threw you up!â
âIt threw me up because it saw you!â Charles shouted back in response, his back already turned to you as he walked away, back to the Ferrari garage.Â
And thatâs how you ended up in the bar, an hour later. Squished in the not too comfortable and definitely not meant to sit so many people, booth. With Georgeâs girlfriend Carmen on your left, and Pierreâs girlfriend Kika on your right, and deep in conversation with both of them.Â
You feel your phone vibrate under your hand on the table, and the screen lights up, showing off your wallpaper, a picture of your beloved cat Nugget.
You tune off from the conversation the moment the message arrives, grabbing your phone and pulling it in towards you. Your face lights up, lips stretching into a smile as your eyes focus on the sender ID. Maxie.
Or rather Max. The very cute guy who was your cat sitter whenever you were out and about in the world, chasing the racing track.Â
With a quick move of your fingers, you swipe up, opening your phone and going into the message app. Fingers quickly tapping along the screen of your phone as you type out your reply.
With a smile you closed the messages app, pressing your fingers against the button on the side of your phone, watching the screen go black before setting it face down onto the table. As you looked back up, Landoâs amused yet teasing expression caught your eye.
You leaned forward against the table, pressing your hands to the wooden surface as you attempted to get a bit closer to the driver on the other side of the table. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âOh nothing,â he said with a laugh. âJust wondering who youâre texting, thatâs all.â He intertwined his fingers, elbows pressed against the table and leaned forward as well. âYou were all grumpy cat but then you get a message and suddenly youâre all smiles.â
âGrumpy cat?â You scoff, rolling your eyes at the McLaren driver. âIâm not a grumpy cat. And for the record, that was Nuggetâs babysitter and he was sending me a picture of Nugget.â
Lando laughs, thereâs a twinkle in his eyes that tells you he wants to say more but he holds himself back. âCan I see? I havenât seen the orange gremlin in so long.â
âThatâs very mean,â you say, opening your phone to show him the picture, that Max had sent you. âNugget would never say that about you.â
âThatâs because Nugget canât speak.â He looks at the screen and his lips twist upward in a smirk. âWhoâs Maxie?â
You breathe out through your nose, teeth digging into your bottom lip. When you speak your voice is sharp, it leaves no room for questioning things or an invite to ask more questions. âThe cat sitter.â
âIâm sure thatâs all he is.â Lando laughs when you show him your middle finger before settling back into your seat and returning to the previously abandoned conversation with the two WAGâs.
The race went pretty smoothly, as always. Starting from pole, keeping the lead the whole race and with a 20s gap to car in P2. Everything after that was pretty much a blur, the interviews, partying through the night with the grid and boarding the jet early in the morning.
The sun already started setting by the time you made it to Monaco. With a sigh you rummaged through your bag, blindly feeling around the stuff inside before your fingers finally wrapped around the keys.
Opening the apartment door you walked inside, gently laying down your suitcase as your eyes settled on the scene in your living room. Right there, laying on your couch, in deep sleep, and cuddling your cat is Max Verstappen.Â
His hair had fallen over his eyes and the position heâs in looks rather uncomfortable, youâre sure his body will be aching when he wakes up. His chest was raising and falling with each breath he took, little sighs slipping past his lips. Nugget was cuddled up to him, curled in a ball.
You looked at him for a few moments before starting to move around as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake him up.Â
Max had been cat sitting for you for a while now. Half of last season and now half of this one so almost a year. He was a sweet, kinda shy, mostly nerdy guy you ran into in a coffee shop and spilled his coffee. You offered to buy him a new one and he joined you for the coffee and you got to talking when he said he was looking for a job so you offered him to become your pet sitter.
At that point you really did need someone to look after your cat while you were gone, since you had broken up with your ex who usually took care of Nugget while you were away. And you couldnât leave Nugget with your parents since your father was allergic to cats.
Now, your best friend who had been working in a different country had returned to Monaco and said sheâd be more than happy to look after Nugget - but you wanted to keep Max around.Â
Already having grown used to coming home after a race weekend to find him there, just existing in your space.
Nuggetâs whiskers twitch, his eyes opening and he pulls himself away from Max, stretches out and then trots over to you, rubbing his head against your leg affectionately while purring. He let out a happy, albeit a bit too loud, meow when you picked him up and on the other side of the room Max began stirring from his sleep.
He opened his eyes, a bit confused, and rubbed his knuckles against his eyes to wake up, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light filling up the room.Â
âYouâre back,â he says, his voice is gentle, still sleepy and a bit quiet. His eyes meet yours and he offers you a sweet smile that has you immediately smiling back at him. âDidnât mean to fall asleep, sorry about that.â
âOh no, itâs no problem,â you reply, running your hand over Nuggetâs fur as the cat lay happily in your arms. âYou can use the guest bedroom if youâre tired, you know. The couch may be expensive but that doesnât mean itâs comfortable for sleep.â
âI didnât want to overstep,â Max said, pulling himself up into a sitting position. You approached the couch and sat down, the cat nestling in your lap and purring in content. Max smiled, reaching out his hand and petting Nugget.
âNonsense Max, youâre not overstepping.â You cut him off, leaving no room for argument. You always told him to feel at ease in your apartment, that he was welcome to any food in the fridge and free to use the guest room as he pleased but even after all this time there was still a slight air of awkwardness backed up by the fear of going a bit too far.
Maxâs eyes settled on you, your own focused on your cat so you didnât notice him looking. He watched the way you cooed at Nugget, asking if he was a good boy while you were away and petting him gently, and his lips stretched into a small, careful smile.
He spoke before thinking. The words left his mouth before he even finished the thought inside of his head. âI watched the race,â he said, and your eyes instantly snapped up to meet his. He swallowed, already too deep to back down. âIt - â he licked his lips, trying to decide his next words, feeling like his tongue had tied itself up in a knot. âYou were spectacular. It was lovely ⌠simply lovely.â
You let out a breath, the corners of your mouth twisting upwards and you gave him a thankful look. Max swore he could feel his heart beating in his throat, and felt his cheeks heat up. âThank you,â you said, your voice gentle, holding a comforting tone. âIâm glad you enjoyed it. And itâs nice - knowing you watched.â
âIt is?â
You bit your lip, teeth scraping against you bottom lip as you looked at him, your brain running faster than the Sauber (like itâs hard) as you tried to come up with a response. âItâs kind of comforting,â you finally said, after what felt like a small forever.
You hummed, looking down at your nails. âI was thinking about bringing Nugget with me to the next race. Itâs been a while since he was in the paddock.â
âOh,â Max said, an edge of confusion noticeable in the tone of his voice. âDoes that mean that you donât need me coming over next week?â
âActually, I was hoping you would come with.â You say, before you can talk yourself out of making the proposition.
Max tilts his head to the side, kind of like a confused cat and you try your best not to giggle at the mental image. âIâm not sure Iâm following.â
âIf you wanted to attend the Grand Prix,â you tell him, running the edge of one of your nails along your skin. âCuzâ Iâm still gonna need someone to look after Nugget, and you do that in general so this would just be an added bonus of traveling.â
Max is silent for a few moments and you think heâll decline. You wouldn't fully blame him if he did, you know what the pressure of the paddock can be like. Youâre about to open your mouth, tell him that ânever mind, it was a stupid idea anywayâ and put him out of the trouble of finding a polite way to decline when he finally speaks.Â
âI suppose, if you want me to then yeah, Iâll come along to watch Nugget.â He says, trying to ignore the nervous feeling building up in his chest when you smile at him, a wide happy smile that makes him instantly smile back.
âGreat!â You said, the excitement evident in your voice. âSomeone from the team will contact you in a while to arrange the tickets and leave the rest to me.â Max nods, he doesnât trust himself to speak, not with the way his throat is closing up and it makes him feel like he canât breathe.
âLook at you all giggly,â Charles teased, gently pushing your shoulder with his hand. He wiggled his eyebrows, a laugh slipping past his lips as you glared at him.
âCharles, why donât you turn around and flash your pretty face to the crowd.â You said, rolling your eyes. You looked at the stadium full of people who were shouting out for their favorite drivers, waving banners and cheering happily. You smiled towards the stadium and lifted your hand up, waving your fingers to the public. âGive them a wave.â
âSee, I always knew you thought I was pretty,â Charles replied, waving at the public. The two of you and the rest of the grid were in a wagon, going around the track for the drivers parade, so essentially you were stuck with him for at least five more minutes. âNow, do tell whoâs got you smiling like that.â
âIs it Maxie?â Lando asked, the teasing tone evident in his voice. He pushed himself closer to you and Charles, inserting himself into the conversation.Â
âDidnât your mom teach you not to eavesdrop?âÂ
âNo, no!â Charles said, shaking his head as he waved his hand dismissively as you, his full attention now focused on Lando. âWhoâs Maxie?â
Lando smiled at him, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âThe cat sitter,â he said in a sing-song kind of voice.Â
âThe one you brought to your garage?â The Ferrari driver asked, his attention back on you. âThe pretty one.â
âHold up!â Lando almost shouted, raising his hands. âYou brought him with you to the Grand Prix?!â
âI didnât ⌠well I did bring him.â You said with a sigh, there was no escaping this now. âBut itâs not like that. Heâs here to watch Nugget.â
âAnd for you to watch him - because boy that is one good arm candy.â
âCharles, your homosexual is showing,â you warned.
âBut youâre not denying it,â Charles noted, giving you a smirk.
You rolled your eyes at him but finally gave in. âYes, Iâm not denying it.â
You stepped back into the motor home, your eyes immediately searching for Max and finally you found him talking to your lead engineer. As you approached the two you could start to hear their conversation and quickly realized they were talking about how the car worked and what went on behind the scenes at a Grand Prix. You found it cute that Max was interested in that.
His eyes met yours and his face lit up, the corners of his mouth twisting upwards into a smile. âYouâre back!â He said, âAfter terrorizing everyone around and getting pets, Nugget decided to settle down for a nap. Heâs in your driver's room.â
Max gave you a wink after saying that and you had to hold in a giggle. You excused yourself to go to your driverâs room, with Max following behind you. The first thing you noticed when you went inside was Nugget, curled up on the massage bed and sleeping without a care.
The next thing that grabbed your attention was a dozen pastries lined up on a small table next to the couch. They were all individually wrapped in tissues.
âMax,â you said, picking up one of the pastries and unwrapping it. âI really did mean only one pastry, you know?â You bit into the chocolate filled pastry, moaning at the taste of a treat you werenât usually allowed to have when it was race week. âMy trainer will strangle me if he sees.â
âI swear, no one saw anything.â Max said, shuffling over to the couch and sitting down. âI was sneakier than Nugget when heâs stealing my food.â
âOh, now thatâs a very serious claim.â You told him with a laugh, his own laugh echoing back. You picked up one of the wrapped pastries and offered it to him. âTake one, or five. Thereâs no way Iâm eating it all.â
He takes the pastry youâre offering him, his fingers brushing against your own as he takes it from your hand, sending sparks of electricity down your spine. After a second of hesitation you sit down next to him, the two of you eating the treats in comfortable silence.
His thigh nudges against yours and you turn to face him, finding that heâs already looking at you. He smiles and you donât hesitate to smile back.
The practices go great, P2 in FP1, P1 in FP2 and P1 in FP3.Â
The qualifying is where a slight setback shows up, with quali being ended early due to a crash and a red flag, putting you in P10 for the start of the race tomorrow. Â
Once the car had rolled back into the pits you wasted no time getting out, putting the steering wheel back into place before storming into your driverâs room.Â
You pulled your helmet off, fingers curling into the bottom of your balaclava as you pulled it off, throwing it next to your helmet before bringing your hands up to smooth down your hair.Â
âIâm not in the fucking mood, Pepe.â You said without turning around, assuming it was your race engineer coming to talk about the outcome of qualifying. âFucking Lance and his fucking money made seat - if that little frog screws up another quali, Iâll be the one crashing him out.â
âIâm not Pepe,â the other person in the room says and you instantly turn around, your eyes wide as they meet Maxâs blue ones. âAnd Iâm certainly glad Iâm not Lance.â
You looked him up and down, eyes trailing over his figure. You took notice of Nugged, cuddled up in his arms and looked at you curiously, and reached your hand out to pet the cat, a long breath slipping past your lips.Â
âSorry,â you said with a shrug of your shoulders. âI didnât really mean for you to hear that.â
Max barely heard what you were saying. Too distracted by the sight of you for his brain to properly register your words. Your skin was slightly glistening with sweat, an imprint from where your helmet and balaclava had dug into your skin still visible on your flushed cheeks. Your messy hair, and your chest raising and falling with each breath you took as you were still working on catching up your breath.
Max blinked, finally snapping out of his thoughts and focusing his attention back to what you were saying. âThey should have let you finish the lap.âÂ
âI agree but sadly thatâs not how it works.â
Max nodded along, not really knowing what to say to that so he switched to the next topic. âI ran into your friend. He invited you, and me, out for drinks. I think it would be nice to go, you seem like you need a drink.â
âYeah, I definitely do.â You replied, taking Nugget from his arms and into your own, stroking down the catâs body. âWhich friend?â
âUh,â Max started, thinking of a way to describe the guy since he couldnât remember his name. âWears red, pretty, sounds French.â
You laughed, smiling at him. âThatâs Charles. I hope you didnât tell him he sounds French, he gets offended by that.â
âThen itâs great I kept it to myself.â
You laughed in reply, putting Nugget down to the floor, the cat immediately moving to a cozy corner and curling up into a ball on the floor, shutting his eyes. âThe hotel is right next to the track, you can take Nugget back while I shower and then we can go - if you want to.â
âSounds like a deal,â Max replied with a smile.
You showered and put on a clean set of clothes just in time to meet Max after he finished dropping Nugget back to the hotel, leaving him with toys, food and water. The two of you made your way to the bar to join the rest of the grid for a night out.Â
Some of the drivers were playing pool while their girlfriends were engrossed in a conversation so that left you and Max sitting together, sharing drinks and talking.
âI just âŚâ you started, cracking your fingers. âI donât know, this quali really messed up my mood and I was riding on such a high after the practices going well. It all feels shit now.â
âMaybe you just need more motivation for the race.â Max offered, drinking the rest of the liquor from his glass in one go.Â
âYou have something in mind, Maxie?â You asked, the nickname slipping past your lips without a thought now that youâve had a few drinks.Â
âHow about a kiss if you get on the podium?â He said, his voice suggestive. Normally he never would have dared to say something like that but the alcohol courage really worked wonders.Â
Your eyes widened, clearly not expecting him to be so bold or to suggest that. He took your reaction as a bad sign, immediately straightening up as a wave of dread quickly sobered him up.
âIâm sorry,â he gasped out, the expression on his face shifting into a panicked one. âThat was stupid. It was thoughtless. It was -â
âA great motivation,â you cut him off, putting a finger up against his lips to silence him. âIt was a great motivation.â
His cheeks burned as his eyes met yours. He looked so vulnerable, his bright eyes impossibly wide. âYeah?â
âYeah!â
âOne more corner to go but youâre in the clear,â Pepeâs voice echoed over the radio. You blinked, your eyes focused on the track before you, the checkered flag already visible along with your team gathering in the front. âThatâs P1, Y/n. Phenomenal drive today, you deserved it!â
âThank you,â you said, your voice breathless as you moved your hands, going through the last corner and speeding towards the finish line. âThank you, Pepe.â You repeated, swallowing your spit. âIt was lovely, simply lovely.â
You put the car into P1, getting out and posing for a picture on top of your car. You could hear the shouts, the cheers, the celebration. You took off your helmet, ripping off your balaclava and putting them both into the car before turning around to face the team, eyes searching for a particular face.Â
Finally, you spotted Max. Standing besides your engineer, a proud expression on his face as he looked at you with a wide smile. You didnât hesitate, feet moving before you could think and then you were in front of him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down, smashing your lips into his.
The kiss was desperate, both of having waited long enough for it. He wrapped his arms around you, the best he could with the fence between you, kissing you back with need.Â
You finally pulled away when you felt your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, learning your forehead against his. Nothing else mattered, not the public, not the team, not the celebration. Only him, finally yours.
âSimply lovely, right?â You asked, your voice breathless.
âSimply lovely!â Max repeated back to you, before kissing you once again. And he really did mean it - everything was simply lovely.
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My unpopular opinion is that i dont enjoy bards Lament. At all. It is objectively good, well performed with appropriate buildup. However, I am a child with an absentee father, and i have had similar thoughts to him before, and i used to have a friend that went down his path. I have seen and experienced every point of view. And what that was isnt justice. Its not calling people out, or making them realise how they have hurt him.
Its a very broken, depressed man who finally snaps and burns down the bridges with his friends. No, VM never asked for Scanlan's mum's name because that's not something they do. If you can list me 5 times where the team ask questions about peoples backstory [before Bards Lament] BEFORE it became relevant, then you have successfully proved me wrong. Anything revealed is either probed out of them as part of recon, or willfully offered as a piece of friendship.
[E.g: Keyleth talking about her aramente, Pike's history with Grog vs Percy's backstory being revealed after they get invited to dinner with the Briarwoods and Grog talking about his pack when its revealed his uncle has the vestige.]
And he never offered any of this information. There have been several times where VM have shown concern and actively asked how hes doing just for him to lie and shrug them off. They prank him while he was asleep because they think hes a fairly centred person who will enjoy an attempt to bring things back to normal and they were drunk.
And yes, they are mean to him sometimes, because they are a group of assholes. They never disguise themselves as anything else. Vax and Percy's friendship post-briarwoods for a good while is based in distrust and self loathing, respectively. Everyone has moments where they say mean shit to Grog [except Pike] because he cant understand it.
And the "without his songs hes just a guy" comment or however it was phrased was a tactical comment. Because he would be. He doesn't have any sort of weapon beyond Mythcarver which he refuses to use, and he doesn't have anything else he can use to support or fight. The same applies to Keyleth without her nature magic, it applies to Percy without his guns, it applies to Grog when people are out of range.
And no, I don't blame him for snapping when he woke up. I doubt taking a -4 to any rolls made would translate to a Happy Peachy character in-story. And all of his internalised misery finally coalesces in his tiredness. But what happens isn't good. It isn't progress. It is showing everyone a wound that has been tearing open over months, and then promptly storming out.
And his whole "I didn't want my daughter to see me like this." Isn't some Grand Show of how much he cares, it shows him as fucking selfish. My dad being weak is what drove him away, his insecurity stopping him from getting help from my family. That line of thinking is what makes him a sad, lonely man rotting in a flat after abandoning many families like my own.
That man in real life was strong, a brilliant teacher of martial arts. A true marvel to see and train with. He had a certain charisma to him, but he had his shortcomings. And when his partner got too close to them, he'd hold them tight to his chest and scurry away, only coming back for the drunk sex and eventually leaving entirely. Having enough distrust in his heart to claim any unwanted children to be illegitimate.
Now, Scanlan is nowhere near as bad as him, but there are similarities. And enough that I feel my word has weight when I say, if I were Kaylie, I would not want to travel with him. If he truly wanted to be closer to her and do good for her, he'd get better first. And to get better, you need people. Plural. You cannot depend on one person. And that person can absolutely not be your own fucking child. I'm not saying he should've stayed with vox machina, but he should've stayed with a group. A group of adults that could support him. And honestly I feel like so far from my watching of CR, his epilogue with kaylie is the most unrealistic character development possible. I know she's supposed to be rough and hardy, but I refuse to believe that girl would not be breaking under her father's bleeding desperation for validation. And I definitely refuse to believe that she could actually help him to the point he'd gladly leave her on another continent while he talked to the people he'd snapped at.
Anyway, fuck dickhead dads who don't get actual help. Especially fuck them when they start depending on their children for them to be a good person.
For those who do not know. Scanlan's departure from the party in the stream wasn't as... friendly. It was kind of an ugly break-up. It came from Sam wanting to do some unexpected twist with Scanlan's character and it led to a very emotional moment. That he did not feel validated, that he did not feel appreciated and that he was considered a joke by the group.
And it came down to one phrase from Scanlan to the group: "What is my mother's name?" and when nobody was able to answer the question. Scanlan left.
However, interesting little tid-bit that might help understand this change. which comes from one of the Q&A. which is no longer up because... uhm... a whole other Drama I am not here to explain.
And what Sam said in that Q&A is that there WAS one way in which Scanlan would have stayed.
And it was Pike. who wasn't there at the time (technically was as an NPC, but since Ashley wasn't there, it's the same thing), but which Sam said was the only person who could change his decision.
And what has Pike done the entire season? BE that person who supported Scanlan in his darkest moment, and who deflated the situation probably without meaning to. And so he is able to leave the party in much better terms.
A shame because the emotional rollercoaster that it involved will be missed, but hey, it's cool to see what Sam meant by saying Pike was the one person who could stop Scanlan walking out of the party like he did
#the legend of vox machina#tlovm spoilers#scanlan shorthalt#scanlan shorthalt negativity#bit of a vent#cr1#im in on ep69 of CR2 btw. i know VM return in C3 but pls dont spoil anymore than that
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Suppressed Desires
Synopsis: Jeonghan is your first everythingâyour first kiss, your first date, your first boyfriendâand now, you want him to be your first in every way. But every time you try to take things further, he seems to pull away. Doubts creep in, making you wonder if he doesnât find you attractive. But heâs quick to show you thatâs not the case.
Pairing: Jeonghan x afab!reader
Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship
Rating: mature
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: smut, penetrative sex, protected sex (we cheered!), corruption kink, body worship, oral (fem receiving), loss of virginity, mentions of insecurities, aftercare, lemme know if I missed anything!
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The sound of the TV is muffled, forgotten in the background. The feeling of Jeonghan's lips against yours is the only thing you can focus on at the moment. They feel so soft, so warm, and so perfect. You get lost in the way they moulded against yours. You're draped across his lap, his hands keeping you steady. You thread your fingers through his short brown hair, giving it a gentle tug that draws a groan from his lips.
You want more. You crave more. You want to feel him all over you, inside you. You hear his breath hitch as you slowly start to grind your hips against his. He suddenly pulls away, his hands stopping you from moving. You look down at him, confused.
âWe should get back to the movie; we wouldnât want to miss the climax,â he says softly, a gentle smile on his lips.
You furrow your brows, pouting. Jeonghan always does thisâevery time things start to get more intimate, he somehow stops it. Something suddenly comes up, he brushes off the moment, or he simply leaves the room. You have no idea why he does this, but you donât have the heart to ask. Suppressing a sigh, you nod and slide off his lap, reluctantly settling back to watch a movie you donât really care about.
Opening your front door, you practically jump into Jeonghan's arms; it's been almost two weeks since you last saw him due to his busy schedule. He chuckles as he wraps his arms around you, snuggling his nose into your hair and inhaling your scent.
"I missed you so much bubs," he sighs.
"Missed you more," you mumble into his chest.
He gives you a gentle squeeze before cupping your face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. His lips find yours, and you melt into the kiss. Youâve missed him so much, his presence, his scent, his warmth, and the feeling of his lips on yours.
You wanted to feel more of him, you needed more of him. You press up against him and tilt your head to deepen the kiss. He groans, and his hands roam down to your ass, squeezing them and eliciting a moan from you.
"H-Hannie," you whimper.
He suddenly pauses, pulling his lips away from yours. You look up at him, confused, wondering if you did something wrong.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, brow furrowed.
âSorry, bubs. Iâm just tired. How about we take a nap together?â he murmurs, gently caressing your face.
Biting your lip, you reluctantly nod. He kisses the top of your head and leads you to the bedroom.
Lying in his arms, you pout as thoughts race through your mind. Did you do something wrong? Did you make him uncomfortable? You shift carefully, not wanting to wake Jeonghan, whoâs softly snoring beside you.
Jeonghan is your very first boyfriend. Youâd never really pictured yourself in a relationship, content with being single and even imagining youâd stay that way. But then Jeonghan came into your life, and everything changed.
He just feels so⌠perfect. Like youâre meant to be. He treats you with such tenderness, caring for you like a delicate flower. Heâs your first in so many waysâfirst boyfriend, first date, first kiss. You want him to be your first time, too. But every time you try to take things further, he suddenly pulls away.
Does he not feel that way about you? Does he not see you as sexy and desirable? Maybe heâs only with you out of pity. Maybe he doesnât truly love you and feels obligated to stay. As these thoughts swirl, a few tears slip down your cheeks.
Friday nightâone of your favourite nights, marking the end of the workweek and the start of the weekend. Even better, Jeonghanâs schedule ended early, so he decided to spend the evening with you.
Youâre cooking dinner for both of you while Jeonghan clings to you from behind, occasionally planting kisses on your neck, making you giggle.
âJeonghan, I wonât be able to finish dinner if you keep distracting me like this,â you laugh as he starts to sway with you.
âBut youâre so cute and cuddly,â he whines.
âYou can cuddle me all you want after I finish dinner.â
You canât see him, but you can definitely feel him pout as he stops swaying and loosens his grip. You chuckle, shaking your head, heart swelling at his playful antics.
Dinner was filled with the usual, compliments, catching up, laughter, and, of course, a bit of teasing. After cleaning up, you both decide to settle in for a movie night. Cuddled up on the couch, you put on one of your favourite movies, Iron Man (definitely not because you have a crush on Tony Stark). The lights are off, and the only thing illuminating the room is the soft glow from the TV.
The TVâs light highlights Jeonghanâs features, making him look even more handsome, and you canât help but admire him. Jeonghan notices you watching him and turns with a smile.
âAm I really that handsome that I managed to distract you from the Tony Stark?â he chuckles.
âShut up,â you roll your eyes, snuggling into the crook of his neck, which makes him laugh softly.
âYouâre so cute,â he murmurs, rubbing your back gently.
You playfully bite his neck, making him let out a small yelp as he pulls back, wide-eyed. You burst into laughter at his shocked expression.
âOh, you littleââ he growls, grabbing you and starting to tickle you, making you squeal and try to push him away.
But he doesnât relent, pinning you down on the couch and using his body to hold you in place. His hands tickle your sides, and you laugh uncontrollably, struggling to catch your breath.
"I yield! I yield!" You yell out, writhing under him.
He lets out a laugh, grabs your hands, and pins them to the couch above your head. The both of you catch your breath as you stare at each other. He looks ethereal, his hair is messy but it frames his face perfectly, his cheeks are flushed from laughing, and his eyes have a sparkle to them which you can get lost in.
A beat passes and Jeonghan blinks.
"S-Sorry," he mumbles and gets off you, you can't help but frown.
You sit up and bite your bottom lip.
âJeonghanâŚdo youâŚnot find me attractive?â You whisper, tears pricking your eyes.
âWhat?â His head snaps toward you, his expression bewildered.
âEvery time I try to initiate something more, you justâŚpush me away,â you sniffle, frowning. âDo you not find me attractive? Are you only with me out of obligation? You donât have to stay if you donât want to. IâŚIâd understand if you did.â
You feel the air grow still as Jeonghan blinks at you, his expression bewildered. After a few beats, his gaze shiftsâhis eyes darken, and a slow smirk spreads across his face.
"I donât find you attractive?" he mutters with a low chuckle, shaking his head.
His eyes lock onto yours with an intense, dark look that sends a shiver up your spine.
"I donât find you attractive?" he repeats, louder this time, his tone laced with offence.
With a growl, he grabs your face and kisses you roughly, his lips devouring yours. You let out a small squeak, not expecting this behaviour from your usually sweet and caring boyfriend.
Noticing your hesitance, he pulls back. His thumb gently caresses your cheek, as he looks at you with longing and lust.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me Y/N?" he whispers against your lips. "Do you have any idea how much you drive me insane? Hm?"
He leans back and takes your hand, guiding it to rest over his bulge; you gasp, he's rock solid.
"Jeonghan�" You whisper, your heart lurching in your chest.
âDo you want me to show you? Show you just how much Iâve been holding back?â He asks, breath ragged.
You lick your lips as you look at his bulge straining against his pants. Your eyes slowly travel over his breathless figure before meeting his gaze, and you nod.
His lips immediately latch onto yours, his movements rough and aggressive. You submit to him, letting him take complete control. His hand rests at the back of your head, gently guiding you. He tilts his head and prods his tongue against your lips. You open your mouth, giving him full access.
He starts sucking on your tongue, making you moan against him. The kiss is messy and intense, his tongue clashing against yours hungrily. You can't help but whimper, relishing the feeling taking over your body.
Needing air, you both pull apart, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You look at Jeonghanâhis pupils are blown wide with lust, lips swollen and shiny from kissing, cheeks flushed as he pants. You can imagine youâre in a similar state.
"You taste like sweet innocence," he murmurs, caressing your cheek. "And I've imagined countless times tainting your innocence with my sin."
Your breath hitches at his words.
"Please taint me with your sin Jeonghan," you mewl.
"Whatever you wish, my sweet," he growls with a smirk.
With a final peck on your lips, he leads you to the bedroom. Your heart races in your chest, a mix of nerves and excitement about whatâs to come.
Once youâre sitting on the bed, a wave of anxiety hits you. Youâve imagined this moment countless times, but now that itâs actually happening, you suddenly feel nervous. What if once you're undressed, he doesnât find you attractive? What if you mess up? What if heâs not satisfied?
Noticing your distracted thoughts, Jeonghan cups your cheek and looks at you with concern.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â He asks gently, his eyebrows furrowing in worry. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. You don't have to force yourself bubs."
"No, no! I want this!" You protest, shaking your head.
"It's justâŚwhat if once I'm naked, you don't find me attractive anymore?" You whisper, unable to meet his gaze as tears well up in your eyes.
His expression hardens at your words. Gently, he guides you onto your back as he crawls on top of you.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've seen in my entire life," he murmurs, placing kisses along your jaw.
He starts to slowly undress you, placing kisses on every exposed inch. He whispers sweet nothings into your skin, making you shiver under him. Any thoughts of insecurity fade away as Jeonghan continues to worship your body.
After you're fully undressed, he stares at you, mesmerised by your beauty. He bites his lip, his eyes tracing your figure as if heâs trying to memorise every inch of you.
"Not even the beauty of the goddess of love can compare to you," he exhales in a daze, and your cheeks flush at his words.
"I can't believe you thought I wasn't attracted to you," he scoffs with a playful grin.
He leans down and captures your lips into a deep kiss, one you return with equal fervour. Your hands weave into his hair, drawing him closer to you.
"I need to taste you, will you let me taste you, bubs?" He breathlessly mumbles against your lips.
You blush at his words, your heart skipping a beat, but you nod shyly.
He slowly starts trailing kisses down to your dripping core and your body shivers due to the cold and anticipation.
"So beautiful," he whispers before licking a long stripe up your cunt.
You gasp and whimper at the new sensation, legs reflexively closing.
"Ah, ah, keep them open for me bubs," he teases as he pulls apart your legs.
Heat rushes to your cheeks as your glistening core is fully displayed for him. He dives in, tongue prodding against your entrance. You moan and whimper at the sensation, hands flying to thread in his hair.
"Fuck, you taste better than I ever imagined," he groans against you, sending vibrations of pleasure through you.
You shut your eyes as the euphoric feeling of his tongue inside you takes over you. You've never felt such sensations before, and now that you have, you never want it to stop. You unintentionally buck your hips against him, he grunts and holds your hips down, preventing you from moving.
Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure as his tongue continues to push against the deepest part of you, lapping up all your juices. You couldn't help but moan his name out loud, which only egged him on further. He was eating you out like a starved man.
He shifts to suck on your clit, and you scream in pleasure. The euphoria becomes overwhelming, sending a tingly sensation through your whole body. A knot forms in your lower abdomen, and your breath catches, unsure of the sensation.
"H-Hannie! I think I-I'm," your voice is shaky and you're barely able to get the words out.
"Cum for me bubs, cum all over my tongue," He murmurs before returning to suck on the sensitive spot.
At his words, the knot snaps, and you feel an overwhelming wave of pleasure wash over you. Your vision goes white, and it feels like your head is underwater. Jeonghan continues to lap up your juices, working you through your orgasm. He stops once he hears you whine.
He sits up and your breath catches at the sight of him. His hair is messy, his chin is coated in your arousal, his eyes are blown out with lust, and a smirk is plastered on his face.
"How did that feel bubs?" He asks, his hands running up and down your hips.
"Feel so good Hannie," you whisper, still panting from your high.
"Wanna taste yourself? Wanna see how sweet you taste?" He grins.
You bite your lip and nod, he leans down and kisses you messily letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your face scrunches up in disgust at the taste, and you hear Jeonghan chuckle into the kiss.
"What's wrong bub? Don't like the taste?" He teases.
"I donât understand how you like it," you say, scrunching your nose in distaste.
"You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted, I can't get enough of you," he purrs, making you blush.
Jeonghan leans back and groans at the sight of youâyou look so perfect beneath him. Your hair is splayed out over the pillow, eyes dazed, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing, and your chest rising and falling with each breath. He wants to capture this moment in his memory forever.
Grinding your hips against him, you whine and pout, drawing a chuckle out of Jeonghan.
"Want me to fuck you, bubs? Fill you up with my cock?" He purrs with a smirk.
Your face warms at his words, and you cover it with your hands, nodding shyly. Jeonghan chuckles at your cuteness.
"I want to hear you say it, or else I'm not giving it to you," he says in a cheeky tone.
You let out a whine and huff, and Jeonghan laughs at your frustration.
"You're not getting my cock until you ask for it, bubs," he gives you that familiar grin, the one he always has when heâs teasing you. His thumb starts drawing circles on your hips and you squirm in place.
"I-I want your cock, Hannie," you mumble through your hands, your voice barely over a whisper.
"Hm? What was that, bubs? I couldn't hear you," he teases, his hands slowly trailing lower.
You thrash in place, letting out a whine, and he chuckles at your antics. His hand shifts to your inner thighs, drawing circles near your sensitive bud.
"Hannie, please! I need your cock so bad!" You yell out in frustration.
"Fuck, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for that," he groans.
He shifts off the bed and takes a condom out of his wallet before discarding his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. You look at him in confusion as he pulls out the foil packet.
"Why do you have a condom in your wallet?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"You never know when an opportunity like this might come alongâI always have to be prepared, bubs," he winks.
He slowly removed his boxers, and you choke back a gasp at the sight of his cock. He was so thick and long; you had an idea of how big he might be when you touched him earlier, but seeing it in person leaves your mouth feeling dry. How was that supposed to fit inside you?
"Don't worry bubs, I'll go slow. You can tell me to stop anytime and I will," he reassures you, sensing your worry.
You lick your lips and nod; he gives you a gentle smile, then wraps the condom over his cock. He shifts to move over you, lining his cock with your entrance. You gaze into his eyes, momentarily lost in their depths. He looks at you as if youâre the only thing in the entire universe. The tips of your noses touch, and his hand gently caresses your cheek.
"I'm going to taint you and claim you as mine," he growls as he slowly enters you.
Your breath hitches, and your body tenses as he slowly enters you, he slots his lips against yours as a way to distract you from the uncomfortable feeling.
"Relax for me bubs," he groans against your lips before connecting them again.
You try your best to relax your body, eyebrows furrowing and slightly wincing at the intrusion. You're grateful that Jeonghan is distracting you from the burn. He lets out a moan once he's fully inside you.
"Let me know when I can move," he strains next to your ear.
You can see he's struggling to restrain himself by the way his body tenses and his muscles twitch. You take a few deep breaths and then nod; he slowly begins to thrust his hips, letting out soft groans.
"F-Fuck, you're perfect," he moans, eyebrows furrowing as he struggles to control himself; you feel so good wrapped around him.
The uncomfortable feeling soon morphs into pleasure, you grab onto his shoulders and moan out his name. Soon, euphoria floods through you, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the intense sensation sweeps over you.
"Look at me bubs, look at me as I'm ruining you," he grunts as his hips rhythmically continue to thrust into you.
You force your eyes open and look at him, and Jeonghan almost cums right then and there. You look like an angel, with that fucked out expressionâan angel he plans to keep for himself for the rest of his life. This is a million times better than what he has imagined those countless times he would jerk off to you.
"S-Shit, I can't hold back anymore," he rasps, and he starts drilling into you, his pace inhuman.
You yell out his name and dig your fingernails into his shoulders, eliciting a hiss from him.
"Need to make you cum bubs, can you do that? Can you cum for me again?" he hums.
Whimpering, you nod, already feeling a knot forming. His hand sneaks down your body and rubs your clit with expert precision, you moan feeling your body quake with pleasure.
"Cum for me bubs, cream all over my cock," he growls, and at his words, the knot snaps, and you cum hard, waves of pleasure washing over you.
He cums soon after, filling up the condom with his seed. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath, each exhale coming out in ragged gasps. You take a moment to admire how angelic Jeonghan looksâhis face flushed, hair sticking to his forehead from perspiration, his eyes dazed, and the post-orgasm making him glow. You wish this moment could last forever.
He leans down and kisses you tenderly, lovingly, as if youâre a delicate flower that might breakâdespite his earlier actions being the complete opposite.
"I love you so much, more than you could ever know. The stars in the night sky are just a fraction of how deeply I feel for you. Youâre perfect, bubs. Donât you ever think otherwise," he whispers as he caresses your cheek, his eyes dripping with love.
"Or else I might have to punish you," he smirks, giving you a cheeky wink. You gasp, hitting his shoulder and whining for him not to joke about things like that.
"Who says I'm joking?" he grins before placing a peck on your lips on your pouty lips.
He slowly removes himself, and you wince and whine at the emptiness. He hushes you gently and reassures you that heâs just going to grab a washcloth to clean you up. After disposing of the condom and grabbing a washcloth, he quickly returns and very gently cleans you up, making sure to be extra gentle near your delicate parts.
After cleaning you up and discarding the washcloth, he lies back down beside you and pulls you into his arms. He starts peppering kisses across your face, causing you to giggle.
"I love you, my sweet baby dumpling," he sighs, snuggling his face into your cheek; you roll your eyes and chuckle at the nickname.
"And I love you, my pesky angel," you giggle.
The night unfolds as you drift into each otherâs arms, like two puzzle pieces perfectly aligned. To Jeonghan, you mean the world and more, and he never fails to show you just how deeply he feels.
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it always ends up the same. no matter what the conversation is, no matter how it began or where; it always ends up with the same conclusion. why donât you have a boyfriend, yet?
as always, you groan while tilting your face to the ceiling. like a tradition, it is like you are begging a superior being to end your misery now and just take you before they all start to recall all your failed dates and talking stage over the past few months. it is not like they are that many, anyway.
you can try to tell each one of the people surrounding you that you are not interested in a relationship, that you think boys are fun to mess with but truly useless and that you are fine on your ownâ they never listen.
you successfully disappear amongst the crowd of diverse book, movie and game charactersâ and even ⌠fruits? â costumes to get a drink. suddenly feeling very thirsty.Â
no one notices you, too hang on debating on your love life when you are not even there to begin with.
pouring something into your glass, you feel someone standing a bit too close to you.Â
âhey,â a voice greets you loudly. making your heart jump all the way to your stomach.Â
you almost giggle as you turn around; a tall, grown man in a bright red hoodie, the same color as his joggings and a strawberry sort of hat wrapped around his head.Â
his voice is way too deep to go with his costume. Â
a smile tugs your lips, âhi.â
he smiles back. this time with a much much softer, he tells you back, âhi,â he eyes lingers on your face. âyou come here often?â
you actually giggle at that, with your face falling towards the ground, with his face following yours, with his gaze never leaving you as he smirks.Â
you cross one arm under your chest and plant your free armâs elbow in your wrist, holding your drink close to your mouth, âplease, donât tell me that line has ever worked for you,â he chuckles at that, âi wouldnât stand it.âÂ
the strawberry head shrugs, âtried and tested true for a reason,â then he leans his shoulder against the wall next to you.Â
âwhatâs your name, bambi?â he asks you, biting down his lip as he smiles.Â
the nickname comes from your doe makeup and the little tail on your skirt. looks like you are not the only one who makes nicknames.Â
you respond while turning to face him, âwhat is yours?âÂ
âheeseung,â you admit it, âstrawberry headâ will be missed but you like this one better.Â
âitâs cute,â you nod and he laughs.Â
âand yours isnât?â he immediately says back. he rolls your name on his tongue, dear god . âit suits you well, i like it.â
you huff humoredly, âi will tell my parents you are a fan,â you donât forget to emphasis on his name and hold your drink up, âheeseung.âÂ
âi hope i will be able to tell them myself one day,â he teases when you drink, making your choke.Â
well, that was quite riskyâ although, still very smooth, you will give him that.Â
your eyes wide and your mouth falls open is a surprised smile. your face must be funny because heeseung lets out a genuine laugh, that goes beyond the sound of the loud music.Â
âtake me to dinner first!â you tell him, while watching his body vibrate because of his laughter.Â
the tall man gets serious pretty quickly after the words leave your mouth, he looks at you like he had you exactly where he wanted.Â
âwell,â he starts and his smirk is back again. âwhat about tonight?â
you can only blink at him for a moment. as if it was written on it; you scan his entire face in a hope of an answer. oh.Â
âdiner?â you ask, he hums. âtonight?â he hums again and your knees weaken a bit. âbut we barely know each other!â
âwe can get to!â his smile is more than evident in his voice, on his pink lips. âover diner!âÂ
he got you pressing your lips together and fighting back a smile like a highschool girl. the debate doesnât take very long in your head, you just need to bite your inner cheek to get yourself to say it.Â
strawberry headâs face is full of apprehension and enthusiasm, so much that you wonder who looks the most idiotic between the two of you.Â
you sigh, then giggle, âfine, you convinced me.âÂ
the guy smiles. and after you successfully say goodbye to your friends while avoiding all their questions, everything gets wrapped pretty well.Â
soon you stand a few meters away from heeseungâs means of transport.
âyou have a bike,â you sound half impressed, half incredulous.Â
heeseung, with his strawberry costume, has the audacity to look at you with an utterly shocked and offended expression splashed on his face. he even puts his hand on his heart.Â
âam i not cool enough to have one?â he asks as he leans on his motorcycle.Â
you take one step closer to him, letting your fingertips run through the leather seat. it is cool, very much so. him, despise his bright red ensemble, too.Â
you chuckle, âit just doesnât match your costume,â you confess and he chuckles. âyou are like my very own james dean,â you turn your gaze back to him, âvery cool to me.â
his look softens, his hand offered to you and helping you when you get on the passenger sit. he speaks again :Â
âi promise to take care of you.â he whispers before letting your hand go gently. âi know a good restaurant a couple of blocks away.â you want to ask him if he doesnât feel a bit ridiculous wearing this. âare you comfortable?
you thank your past self for choosing a black short instead of a skirt to wear with your black top and boots, âyeah,â you nod. âthank you.â
the wind runs through his hair when he takes off his strawberry head. it takes your breath away instantly. he was already beautiful before but now, this is something beyond and different.Â
of course, his hair is pink.
âwouldnât like to see it flying, would we?â he jokes and you only blink, eyes following him as he gets behind the bike and puts the strawberry in the box. he takes a helmet and comes back to you.Â
he gets on the bike, so close to you when he turns around.Â
your world completely collapse when he puts the helmet on your head for you, âi only got one,â he speaks, eyes focused on his fingers adjusting the helmet. âdidnât know a pretty girl like you would let me carry her around, you know?âÂ
thankfully, the tinted visor can hide your blushing face. and your stupid smile. halasâ it canât hide your giggles.
âi saw it in a dream of mine,â you respond when he turns around. you embrace his waist, âi knew the trajectory of you life would be changed tonight.âÂ
heeseung laughs again.
as he starts the engine you whisper in his ear, âis it the part where you tell me to hold on tight?âÂ
âi think you are doing that already, doll,â he taps your hand.Â
and man, what a ride it was.
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free use with a frustrated minho <3
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cwÂť fem!reader, free use, rough sex, slightly mean dom min?, some dirty talk, p in v, multiple creampies, oral (both f and m receiving), 1 mention of shower sex, 1 mention of somno
anÂť take this minho hard thought that i forgot to post earlier this week as a double post bc the chan.in x reader is fucking 2k words and im still not done yet lol... ><
âThis literally never happens. Why did this have to happen?? I practiced this dance for fucking HOURS.â You surprisingly miss your boyfriend's indecipherable mumbles and continue to watch your TV.
Minho walked through the front door less than 5 minutes ago and is still sporting his stage outfit and makeup. He plays the part of some sort of lunatic all too well when heâs pacing back and forth and mumbling incoherent curses to himself. And you already tried asking him what was wrong- all you got in return was ignored as he slammed his keys on the kitchen counter and began this weird manic spell.
But all of this is in the past now. You eventually came to learn that he slipped up on stage today; you learned that all that fuss was because he kept making minor blunders during the recording of their MNET performance. And although it was a recorded thing, something videoed multiple times anyways and not seen live, and he wasnât the center during these mistakes, he was still pissed.
Minho does not make mistakes very often, so he was upset that he even made one today. But the fact that he managed multiple across the many hours they spent in that god-awful building made his blood boil. But! Luckily for him, he has this very convenient agreement with his beautiful, lovely girlfriend who just so happens to be you.
And this agreement is exactly how he stopped dead in his tracks as he came to this ârevelationâ an hour after he had arrived at home. Itâs also how the oversized shirt of his you were wearing got lifted up to your chest. He didnât even blink towards the food you were cooking on the stove before he shoved your panties down your legs and slid himself along your already wet folds.
âDirty girl. Wet when Iâve not even touched you.â He landed a playful smack to your ass and gave you no time to react before he slid into your walls, stretching you out almost painfully. You were thankful that you fingered yourself just before he got home, so the stretch was more tolerable than it would have been if he went in dry.
Minho ignored your pleas of âThe food!! Itâs gonna burn!â and âGive me one second, babe!â Instead, he wrapped one of those veiny hands around your throat and squeezed as he started moving his hips. He started off nicely, giving you slow, deep strokes. But he quickly found a different pace, one more to his liking.
And that pace included fucking your brains out, pounding you into the cold kitchen counter. If it wasnât for the refreshing cold of the ceramic, you think your cheek would get some sort of ârugâ burn. Well⌠you canât really think anything, not when his hips slam into yours so intensely that you can feel your ass stinging from each thrust.
Although he holds you in place, one hand on your head and the other on your hip, he still gives you more than enough chances to actually stop him if itâs what you want. It comes out in the form of dirty talk as he goes on about how good of a hole youâre being for him and how he should âfreely useâ you more often.
Itâs more of a hint to the recent kink youâve been discussing, but it doesnât go over your head, so you nod as best as you can. And, even though heâs pissed off and needs to fuck you into every surfance he sees, heâs not mean enough to leave you high and dry. So he lets you cum right as he does.
Youâre barely catching your breath after the fact before heâs pulling out and admiring your messy form; your cheek still firmly against the kitchen counter even though his hand is gone. He manages to pull out and watch his cum leak from you before another revelation hits him. One that encourages him to help you step out of your panties before pocketing them and shoving himself back into his shorts.
One that also encourages his next comments along with the pat on the ass he gives you after the words have sunk into your mushy brain. âYou donât need these anymore. Keep cooking, Iâll be back.â
But donât worry your pretty little head about it!! He wonât be gone for very long. In fact, youâre in the middle of setting the table with dinner when his hands return to your body, folding you in half and grabbing a handful of your hair as he immediately slides himself back into your walls.
The only ârewardâ you get is his groans of happiness as he fucks your brains out again, making sure not to leave out the comments here and there about how, âYouâre such a good fucktoy. Letting me fuck you whenever and wherever I want.â
And heâs not done there, oh nooo. Heâs still fuming about those slip ups from earlier. Now, at this point can he remember exactly what mistakes he made? No. Will that stop him from using you as his personal stress reliever? Absolutely not. So you should expect to be fucked into every and any surface.
So when he disappears to clean up after dinner and youâre returned to your TV for entertainment, heâs gonna walk up nonverbal and drop to his knees. Then, your legs will be lifted from the floor and heâs gonna shove his head between your bare legs, eating you out and even fighting back when you push his head away from you in overstimulation.
Oh and when youâre showering later that night and you let your guard down for a split second to wash yourself off, heâs slipping into the shower and forcing you down to your knees. Heâll get his fill from using your mouth, his favorite fleshlight, and walk out completely soaked like nothing happened.
You may or may not be overstimulated and sensitive to touch by the time youâre laying in bed, and youâll be lucky if that stops him from taking you one final time. Youâre also lucky if heâs mad enough to let it sink into the next day. If he is, heâll go as far as to repeat positions/situations from the previous day.
Oh but donât be mistaken! All of that isnât happening until after heâs waking you up with a nice, warm, homemade filling.
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࣪ . ִֶָ๠KINICH: â HEAVEN CAN WAIT. â
pairing: kinich x afab!reader (uses she/her) synopsis: during the invasion of the abyss, the bond between you and kinich is put to the test when you're both lost in the chaos searching for eachother, as he fulfills his sacred duty as one of the heroes of Natlan. warnings: spoilers of the 5.1 archon quests! lots of bodily injury + descriptions of gore, the war ingame is described in a darker way here, cursing, many mentions of death. wordcount: 5.4k choâs notes: PLS SRSLY LISTEN TO THE INJURY WARNING!! i might be a little dramatic but theres an injury here that made me geek when i was writing it idk. this is basically 5.4k words of me pretending to understand the mechanics of the ode of resurrection đ i was inspired to write this after playing the 5.1 aq! hope u guys enjoy this, happy reads <3
taglist: @sillywinnertidalwave
Today marked the exact moment the people of Natlan realized that the abyss werenât just these noisy hilichurls you see camping in the meadows or the occasional mages youâd encounter in the caves; The Abyss was a ruthless cult of monsters with their uniform goal of bringing humanity to its demise.
âIt was never supposed to get this bad.â was the only thought racing through Kinich's mind as he swung from cliffs to trees as fast as he could, the muscles in his arms feeling like they could rip apart if he swung one more time, his head slightly burning with exhaustion and heart racing with overwhelming pressure.
People were getting massacred on the ground underneath him, as numerous warriors and guards pushed themselves beyond their limit to fend off the neverending wave of rifthounds and hilichurls coming from the illuminating pylonsâand he couldnât do anything about it. Not when everyone and everything needed his aid, all at once.
But Kinich had someone to come home to, and it was you.
The last moment of peace the both of you had together was just earlier today; Sipping coffee and eating fruit together, discussing light subjects to try and distract each other from the rising attacks of the abyss, totally oblivious to the fact that Natlan would be dragged into war by them hours later.Â
He felt like it was just a minute ago when you sat in front of him, and glowed under the sunlight, slicing apples intricately as your lips spilled words. âHow could this happen?â he thought.
The image of you smiling, your face full of faith pulsed in his mind, making his stomach twist when his eyes landed on the village of the Scions of the Canopy; it was on the brink of ruin.
Caravans and carts were being ripped open with the goods spilling onto the ground only to be squashed, children getting dragged by desperate parents, greedy businessmen clawing at their money hoping it would save them, and the scattered limp bodies of innocent natlanese. The sky loomed over everyoneâs heads in an eerie color, only amplifying the hopelessness he rarely felt in his chest. The scent of blood and burning ash filled his nostrils the second he violently landed onto the oversized canopy, mildly hurting his ankles in the process.
âY/n? Y/n!â He called out among the frenzy, his eyes darting to every face he could spot. He got on his heel and started runningâ desperate that you wouldnât appear as one of the bodies that were left to rot on the ground.Â
He raced to your house, and tried to push the door open with no luck. He had no time to care for it, and just slashed through it with his bulky claymore and bursted into the room, his eyebrows knitted together, pupils dilated, cold sweat on his nape. His eyes donât spot you in your usual leisure spot of your common room, making his heart drop. He checked all other rooms, and finally opened your bedroom:
You werenât there.
You werenât anywhere.
His heart hurt with every beat, and he desperately clawed at his chest trying to get back his calm composure he was always known for. But what for?
âJust give it up, that peasant probably turned into abyss food long before you even got here. Stop wasting your time, my time!â Ajaw suddenly hissed out, his words filling kinichâs mind with poison.
Imaginations of your body growing limp and cold, face turning blue, and blood oozing out from some part of your body as rifthounds dug through your flesh flashed through his head. And he tried to stop it. But with the spinning of his head and the lifelessness of your house that was once so full with your laughter, it just kept getting worse.
He stood with a lowered head, his hand gripping his claymore so tight his knuckles turned white. He fought back tears as his mind danced like a kaleidoscope. To him, there would be no use in saving Natlan, if you werenât in the picture.
He was supposed to not let his will in defeating the abyss sway at all, you wouldnât want that. No one would want that. He doesnât either. But now faced with the odds that you might not be able to experience a Natlan that is finally free from centuries of prejudice, after youâve been by his side telling him to have faith that the day will come, and the dreams you want to accomplish when everything is finally okayâ It seemed unfair. SO unfair.
He whispers to himself, or rather to anything who was willing to listen, with a shaky voice: âIf only one wish of mine can be granted for my whole lifetime, please.. Keep her safe. Thatâs all I ask.â
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The clashing of weapons against the shelled skin of the abyss monsters zipped through the air, as you swiftly dodged the claws of a relentless rifthound; youâve been doing this for hours now.
You were helping your tribe, the Scions of the Canopy, strengthen its defenses before the outbreak until you were called by a messenger to help strengthen defenses of an adventurerâs base southeast of the village as it was being easily overwhelmed by the enemies. As the head of preparing defenses from the village, you happily obliged.
But now you were almost hours into battle, with your body aching in all different spots, as you tried your best to continue evading the insistent attacks of numerous monsters. You couldnât find the energy to swing your sword with maximum strength anymore, so all you could muster up was to dodge them.
âFuck! Will you ever quit!?â you yell, before pushing yourself beyond your limits again, attacking with frustration. You slashed through the tough skin of the rifthound with your dendro-infused blade, making it dissipate into purple smoke with a screeching growl before fading into the air.
You had a second for a breather and took a deep breath, which you regretted immediately. âugh!â you cried, falling to your knees, grabbing your side. You recall the moment you heard something snap when a hilichurl swung its wooden baton at your side when you were busy confronting a different monster. You broke your rib, and it was now piercing your lung.
You stared into the dirt, forehead collecting sweat. You took your hand off of your side, seeing blood paint your palm a deep scarlet. You touched your forehead, and brought your hand back to your eyesâ You were bleeding. everywhere.
Your eyes sting with tears, the reality of the situation slowly setting into your headâ The chances of you leaving this battlefield alive was slim. Your teeth press against your bottom lip tightly, the pain being incomparable to the injuries youâve sustained.Â
âIâm sorry kinich.â echoed in your mind. Kinich had been training you recently, for you to be ready in case of an invasion and he wasnât there to protect you. But here you are, head-first onto the ground, realizing youâll probably die in the next few minutes.
âIâm sorry kinich.. Iâm not built for this.â you whimpered, tears slowly trickling down your face. You felt so heavy with hopelessness, you felt like you could start sinking into the solid dirt beneath your body.
It wasnât supposed to end like this. You were only supposed to continue helping people fend off the abyss for a few more days, until the Pyro Archon solved the crisis. And after she did, you wouldâve explored places outside of Natlan with Kinich. Sumeru was the first region you both agreed to visit; It was always a dream that you shared together to travel all of Teyvat one day. Hell, you even had a hunch heâd propose to you somewhere down the line of your voyage.Â
So why are you kneeling on the floor, bleeding from every possible corner of your body, accepting your demise as your comrades slowly thin in number?
âHow long do I have to keep this up? I feel like if I swing my sword one more time, my arms will come flying off. I canât do it anymore. This is something only strong people can do. Strong people like kinich. I canât. I just canât. I ca-â
Woosh!, Your ears picked up the sound and you jumped to your feet, barely escaping the blade of an enormous mitachurl that almost claimed your head.Â
You tumbled lightly onto the ground, before you hold your sword up again with both your hands, your limbs trembling hopelessly in the gaze of the towering monster over you with demonic horns. You almost drop your blade and just let it kill you right then and there.Â
But kinich appeared in your thoughts.
The mitachurl was standing the way the dummy kinich built for you was. Kinichâs voice instructing you rippled in your thoughts: âswing your sword down to the left, diagonal to the body. Then, slice up to the right, also diagonally. For the final blow, strike straight down the crown of its head, taking force from your shoulders. â
You listen to kinich on repeat a few times, drawing imaginary lines on the body of the scowling mitachurl that stomped closer to you. You gulped the lump in your throat, before you did exactly what kinich taught you.
You twist your body with your edge in the air, taking a (painful) deep breath before swinging your blade to the left in a declining path. The mitachurl stumbles back at your sudden strike making an mmgh! sound, breaking down some of its armor. You quickly slice back up in the opposite direction before it could react any further. Your shoulder burned with every twist, but you had to keep going.
As it stumbled one more time, You bring your weapon above your head, and ignite it with dendro, causing a deep green aura to emit from your person. You meet eyes with the monster; It looked horrified. You stood there ready to take its life, appearing like a monster yourself with the blood that dripped down your head, your eyes seething with revenge.
You spare no more time before completely slicing straight down its head with maximum precision. A loud growl slowly faded with the noise, just as its body did, turning into a dark smoke.Â
âIf my life is going to end with this battle, then please grant my final wishââ You whispered, looking at your blood-stained hands, hoping the heavenly principles could hear your wish among the deafening sound of war:
ââPlease.. Keep kinich safe for me.â
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The people seeking refuge in a temporary hideout turn their heads at the noise of their beloved heroes walking into the space. âBarakaâ Xilonen, âUmojaâ Mualani, âUwezoâ Iansan, âBidiiâ Ororon, and âVukaâ Chasca. There was only one more hero missing.. âMalipoâ Kinich.
Kinich had just rounded up civilians he saved from the village, and brought them there for safety. His gaze met with his friends, before he carefully placed a baby he was protecting into the arms of its motherâ The baby had your eyes, which gravitated him into holding it just a little longer. He walked over to them with heavy steps, still trying to keep his composure despite the pain weaving his insides; just like them.Â
âItâs the final phase of mavuikaâs plan. We have to get back to the stadium, and help her with the Ode of Resurrection.â Xilonen says. âCan you do it?âÂ
Itâs not like he had any other choice so he just nodded, not being able to muster up the strength to talk.
âKinich.. Did something happen?â Mualani asked, taking notice of his silence as she placed her hand on his shoulder in support. It was clear she was just as broken down as he was, covered in bruises and scratches. But she continued to stay strong and pulled an empathetic look for him, trying to get his lowered eyes to meet hers.
âI.. couldnât find y/n.â Kinich barely mumbled, the dread he felt earlier coming back to him, feeling like it only got worse verbalizing it. His eyes stuck to the ground, refusing to peel away.
The five heroes suddenly feel the air grow thick, a gasp leaving Iansan and Mualani's lips. This reaction only made the feeling worse, his fingertips digging into his palm. âWhy does it have to turn out like this? I donât fucking get it. Itâs unfair. Not fair. Not fair to me, to her.â
The five struggled to find words to say, but ajaw quickly filled the space, spitting out: âFear not lowly humans! For when Kinich finally slips in this final fight and accidentally ends up kicking the bucket, I, the almighty dragonlord, kâuhul ajaw! Will reign over this world once more! And the abyss will no longer be the biggest threat Natlan has faced!â The 8-bit monster laughed proudly with its jagged voice.
Kinich suddenly snapped at the puny dragon: âZip it ajaw. Letâs go.â before stepping out of the hideout. The heroes gave each other glances, before silently following after him. They werenât scared of kinich releasing ajaw, they knew kinich would never do that to them. But it was him they were worried about.
Kinich never handled loss well. It often resulted in.. Accidents. Towards himself.
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You continued to fight your way to survival, the dendro vision hanging by your hip flashing every few seconds. You shifted your focus to destroy nearby pylons. Your hands had bruised, and slowly became callused and firm. The amount of blood loss youâve endured has slowly started affecting you too, as your actions started getting sloppier, following your sight getting hazy from time to time.
âChing!â You sliced through the last mitachurl aroundâ atleast, last one before another one spawnsâand fell to your battered knees. You sat there, gasping, your body begging for air.Â
âY/n!â a fellow comrade called out, rushing to your side. You can hear him mumbling something to you, but itâs incoherent. You looked at your dirty, bloodied hands, âwhat an ugly sight.â Â
âJust.. keep pushing on y/n.â his words sound muffled to you and almost accompanied with sand; heâs losing hope too.Â
Without warning, a bright beam of light suddenly shot up into the air, emerging from somewhere in the distance.
âHuh?â You look up.
The ray of light exploded into a star, making you wince at the glare. The explosion was so grand, you felt the earth tremble all around you, and even felt a slight radiance of heat reach your skin, even when it was suspended so close to the stars.
The warriors and monstersâ brawl comes to a pause, all beings turning their heads to the magic unfolding above their heads.
You look back up once more. Itâs the Pyro Archon.
âIn the name of the Pyro Archon, Haborym,â the transcendent voice sends chills down your spine.
âI declare the Night Warden Wars underwayââ
ââThe Ode of Resurrection will guard all life, until the war is over!â
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Kinich mightâve lost his mind.
With the Ode of Resurrection, there was nothing in his way to contain the blood rushing through his veins anymore, the flame pumping his drive. There was no limit to the blood he could pour, no limit to the bones he could snap, no limit to the wounds he could take; There was no more life that kept him from death, and no death to threaten him to life.Â
He shot himself through the trees and cliffs and plunged into the ground, slashing right into an abyssal pylon, immediately shattering it into pieces. The abyss that caught sight of his unhinged eyes, became the last thing they saw. He swung his blade relentlessly, calculated with maximum precision embedded into every strike. Every blow he landed would end a life point-blank, not wasting a single movement. No monster could keep up with the speed of his assault, their death delivered to them in a blur.
A hilichurl had taken an open opportunity to stab him right through the heart from behind. He felt the flame inside him flicker for a second.
âAgain.â
He ripped the double sided polearm right out of his chest, before skewering the same hilichurl right through its chest with the same weapon. A cryo mage quickly sent icicles to penetrate through his limbs and vital organs. He felt the coldness pierce into his insides, feeling the flame inside him flicker for a second time.
âAgain.â
He swiftly turned around, and spun his claymore right into the mage, beheading it in the process. The mage had evaporated to its death, as his claymore spun right back into his palm, snug as a glove. A hilichurl decided to charge into his tall figure and stab him with a dagger, puncturing his abdomen. His flame flickered for the third time.
âAgain.â
He sliced down on the hilichurl, making it dissipate into the air with a groan. He pulled out the dagger from his body and carelessly threw it onto the ground. Noticing the area was clear, he flung himself back into the air, swinging himself through the thick trees and long branches. They would momentarily graze his skin, cutting and wounding him but it was nothing to him, not anymore.
His void eyes scanned through the rocky terrain underneath his feet, searching for your figure. âYou have to be here. Somewhere. Anywhere.â His thoughts of you distracted him from an incoming tree, before flying straight into its tree branch, his body getting skewered in the process. He let out a loud cry of agonyâ âaaghh!ââ, hearing static ringing in his ears. His bewildered eyes landed at exactly where he got impaled before feeling his head go fuzzy, his eyes slowly losing light, and his body going limp. He feels his flame flickering once more.
âAgain.â
Life is shot right back into him as he braced himself again, taking a deep breath, and pulling himself off of the tree branch. His injury immediately punished him, making him wince. He took one last look at the tree branch covered in his gore before swinging himself again. He looked at the gaping hole in his abdominal cavity slowly patch and fill itself again, and for a moment heâs completely mesmerized by the power of the ode of resurrection.Â
In his mind, he punished himself for not being by your side, for not protecting you. And his mode of punishment would be feeling your misery over and over again. The sensation of burning pain ending up to his death just to wake up again completely alive again all in a split second was intoxicating. He was preserving life, as he toyed with his own.Â
In his mind, he would rather die a million deaths than find out heâd be alive without you around.
âListen to me bastard! Iâm starting to appreciate this new thing you got going on, you know, like actually following your master, me, Almighty dragonlord, Kâuhul Ajaw! and using your vision for something exhilarating like ending lives. But I HATE! how iâm getting excited to take your body everytime you go floppy, but you just wake back up! Itâs so ANNOYING!! So just keep it up until the fire-head woman turns the ode of what-ever-you-call-it off, and you stay dead. Alright!?â
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Mavuika looked longingly onto her people fighting for their nation underneath her feet, as she levitated in the dark sky. It was a surreal simulation to her; It was her that was the catalyst for their dreams and hopes. It left a deep impression of justice, duty and pressure on her.Â
Mavuika took a deep breath, before feeling a surging power slither all throughout her body.
âThis has to end, now.â
She collected all the dreams her people have relayed to her, the hopes for a future guided with justice and equality, their ancestors and their prayers for Natlan, the lives of her beloved followers who had been sacrificed and martyred, into her fist and made it into her strength.Â
Her hair ignited into its flamed form, as she shot out all the might and glory of Natlan into a beam of radiance, targeting the abyssal body that was the sole cause of terror over her nation.Â
The Celestial body forms a temporary glowing shield to stand its ground, until it doesnât.
It slowly starts shattering like thin glass, making her attack on it only more powerful. Her thrash breaks through until it exploded into a dark fume, her light piercing right through it and into the distant sky. The sky carries the sound of the thundering explosion, shaking nature all around.
The black cloud slowly starts fading, revealing the eradication of the Abyss.
The black sky lifts off of Natlan, revealing the blue once more. You choked out the blood thatâs been pouring in your mouth for the longest time as you finally finish off the last creature in sight. The Abyss had been eliminated by the Pyro Archon, and no more would spawn. Dulled and scratched swords, torn bows, and unfortunate martyrs polluted the grassy field around. The noise of battle could still be heard somewhere distant but not around you anymore.Â
You spat and coughed out blood onto your palm, your other hand clawing and digging into your chest trying to calm your rampaging heartbeat. You heard your remaining comrades cry and yell out of grief and solace. The words they yelled were incoherent, only being able to hear ringing.Â
But you could almost make out what they're saying, somewhere along the lines of: âItâs over.â
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Kinichâs eyelids slowly peel open, feeling the heat of the sun greet his eyes immediately making him wince. He sits up and tries to gain back his senses, letting out a sore groan.
Ajaw perches up at the sound, and starts roaring in his ear: âYou were supposed to be dead! I was so thrilled to finally take over your cold body, finally thinking of the horrors I'd run to this land, just to find our contract not working! Just bite the dust already you useless asparagus! Curse the archons!â
âWh-what happened?â Kinich croaked, his throat stinging him in the process. Completely ignoring ajawâs tantrum, he looks at the nature around him; There were dismantled weapons, a few dead bodies scattered meters apart, and an awful lot of silence.Â
âThe fire-head woman destroyed the abyss in the sky, and the magical thing happening to your body that stopped you from dying stopped, and you just crashed into the mountain side and passed out onto the ground. Your head shouldâve caved in! Fucking imbecile!âÂ
Kinich stares at the state of his body; It was a disaster. His jacket was torn with all sorts of holes, his arms full of scars and dried blood and smeared dirt, his gloved hands having numerous rips and tears. All of his digits were present, but a huge scar trailed over the joints of his thumb. âSo I lost a finger huh?â he guessed to himself. He looks at his headband dangling around his neck, and feels his face with his hand. He felt a few scars and winces at a cut he had, realizing he had a gaping wound that was actively bleeding out.
Body intact, clothes and weapon secured, with his heart beating in his chest cavity.
But something was still missing. Something was out of place.
He feels his heart drop to the ground, mumbling: âY/n.â
He hurriedly turns around and tries to run on his feet, a sharp pain kicking into his legs making him fall back onto the soil. He curls into a ball, suddenly feeling all his muscles tormenting his body at once. He groans in pain, feeling parts of his body ache and burn under his skin.
âYes! Perish!â Ajaw shrieks, making kinich swat at him. He takes a cramped breathâ almost like the capacity of his lungs had shrunkâ before digging his hands into the sharp blades of grass, dragging his body through the earth.
Each pull of his body made him wish he wasnât human, pain electrocuting each living cell in his body. Grunts slipped through his teeth, as he tried not to notice the torture he had been enduring for what has felt like forever. He despised the pain he could feel as he crawled not because it hurt him, but because it was proof he was alive and could use his senses. That would remind him that you might not be, only making the weight of his chest heavier.
Red from his wound dripped down his head and slipped onto his lip, making him spit it out bitterly.Â
The silvery of blood was inferior to the bitterness in his mouth if he felt your body without its heart beating against his own. Ajaw slowly follows him in the air a meter away, and is almost horrified. Ajaw that day, saw humanity in its most desperate state.
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âLet me go!â You yelled, trying to break free from the arms of the other scions of the canopy. They had tried convincing you to go to the village and get your injuries treated, but they mentioned kinich was missing. You heard glass shattering in your ears, almost reality to your eyes breaking just the same. You escaped their captive and tried to find kinich, but they had caught up to you easily.
âYou donât understand! You might die out of blood loss before you even find him!â Said one of the nurses, gripping your wrist tightly. âI have to try!â You snapped, shoving and kicking at the men trying to get a holding of your legs.
âAnd what if kinich is dead y/n!?â A man retorted, making you freeze in your spot. Words got stuck in your throat, as your eyes blurred for a second. âKinich would never.. be..â you feel your tongue stiffen, your knees slowly sinking back onto the grass. The men among the helpers quietly argue behind you, scolding each other with âdonât say that!â as your thoughts slowly dim your spirit.
âKinich? Dead?â the thought of kinich dying seemed so far and impossible to you. It was always kinich who seemed to prevent harm from going your way, and knew how to deal with injuries or how to get out of risky situations. But not even the strongest warriors of Natan's ancient tales survived against the toughest attacks of the abyss. You feel like vomiting, the imagination of kinich mangled body suddenly tormenting your thoughts. âI still have to tryâ, you interrupted yourself, reminiscing the oath you took between the both of you to never abandon his side, dead or alive.
You quickly try to pounce off of them, but they're quicker into getting ahold of you again. You try your hardest to tear through their grasp, feeling your skin ache as they tighten their hand around you.
âPlease! Just let me try!â you cry out, almost freeing yourself. They object in volumes, a series of âNo!âs and âYou need to rest!â leaving their mouths. You almost feel helpless, but the group of five freeze all together, out of nowhere.
Their eyes are wide, dilated. Their mouths agape, skin draining of color.
You turn your eyes the same direction as theirs, and a sudden chill waves all throughout your body.
Itâs kinich.
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Kinich locks eyes with you, his breath hitching. Almost terrified youâll disappear in front of his eyes, he doesnât waste another second and sprints towards you on his feet, ignoring the sharp pain afflicted to his ligaments. The tribespeople quickly free you from their clutches, stepping back as your aching bodies collided into an embrace.
Everyone else disappears from his world as he takes you into his dirtied arms. His body melt into yours, leaving no space for the opportunity of separation between both of you ever again. He feels you trembling underneath his touch making him hold you tighter. âIâm home.â He whispers into your ear, feeling a weight lift off of his shoulders, like bulky armor sliding off of his battered frameâ He had died a hundred times to tell you those words.
He can hear you; you're crying into his shoulder, salty tears reviving the scent of the dried blood on his clothes. All he can do is hold you, and take refuge back into your arms after leaving them for what seemed like an eternity. His heart is communicating with yours, beating back and forth at each other. âI was looking for you.â You mumbled against his skin, lips quivering. Your voice is hesitant, as you pull away and look into his tired dark-golden eyes.
âYou never lost me in the first place.â He whispers, planting a delicate kiss to your cheek, placing your nimble hand on the left side of his chest to feel evidence of his return. His arms felt lighter, his bones seemed to unbreak, and his wounds were no longer burning. His eyes slowly stickled with tears, burying his face into your hair to let out his shy tears before you had the chance to notice.
His body grew vulnerable under your touch as your tears slowly undid the knot of grief residing in his chest. He almost feels himself shrink back to when he was a lonely child as your mere presence invited the fragile parts of him to be loved again.
His soul yearns for moment like this, where your love is presented raw; It was never about just the beauty. He thawed under your touch even when his clothes and body was drab and scarred. It was never about just the mora, his wallet was no longer weighing in his pocket and he knew that he didn't have to worry about it. It was never about just the distance, it didn't matter if he had to crawl from mondstadt, he still would've tried to come home even if he knew he would die along the way. and it was never about the festivity. he didn't need a festival to celebrate in a way of holding you like he is now. It was always about the bond between both of you and how much joy his heart is beating out just because he can count the beats of yours.
To him, his soul is bound with yours. No matter how far his heroship takes him, heâll always return to you. For him, that was enough of a reason to come crawling home.Â
Kinich escaped heaven a hundred times to come home to you. For you, he wouldâve gladly left a hundred times more.
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You relish his embrace with tears sticking your lashes together when your mind slowly floats you away to a distant memory, one you feel like you should have forgotten by now.
It was so long ago.. 7 years ago or so?
It happened somewhere.. Here?
With someone.. Kinich.
You were younger teenagers with kinich that time. You had tripped down a short rocky fall while traversing grassy terrain with kinich. A wince squeaks through your gritted teeth, as he poured water onto the gash you scored on your stumbling. âIâve always told you to stay sharp when we go out on a walk, but you never listen.â He grumbles, wiping off the dirt that trailed down your calf. â..And everytime you trip, itâs always me who has to clean you up, bandage you, and carry you home.â He treated your wound as you sat on a rock, awkwardly playing with your fingertips.
You can tell he was just worried about you, you always managed to injure yourself when he took his eyes off of you. He was already pressured on finding a way home, but you just had to go get your knee busted. âSorry.â you mumble, heat rising to your skin out of embarrassment. âIf you really were sorry, you would actually look before you land your feet.â he said bitterly, undoing his bandana, and wrapping it around your knee tightly. As he tightened the knot, he said: âYou know I won't always be around to protect you right?âÂ
âYeah..â you shuffle your feet around. âBut I-i swear I looked before I stepped okay! But the dip was.. was hiding under all the grass.â You attempt to defend yourself, looking at him with guilt written all over your face.
âCan you just promise me youâll make heaven wait when I'm not around?â He sighs, before helping you get back on your feet, his arm snaking around your waist, as he scooped your shoulder over his shoulder. âOnly if you promise too!â you scoff. He rolls his eyes, âAs if I'll ever die before you. Seriously, one day I might just be running a commission and bump into you just bleeding to death from your knee.â you grimace under the thought. âDonât say such horrible things!â
âThen promise me.â â..I promise.â
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Oh my good looking boy
︾â satoru gojo x fem reader â ââłđ
ę`đĽ ⎠fluff | smut nd 18+ content | cursed words | bf!toru to hubby toru:( |
Inspired by : good looking by suki waterhouse
His hair
After a long day at your school your finally able to cuddle your baby..oh satoru. His face is buried in your chest, you holding him as close as you can. Satoru and you have been dating almost a year. Both of you had never talked so much about some personal topics but. Whenever you see satoru coming back from one of his missions, not all the time but when you notice the tiredness in him your heart somehow sinks. He's still just a boy. A teen. Today is one of those days. Your usually the small spoon when it comes to cuddling but seeing him like this, you decided to hold him today, Whispering sweet nothings and few quiet i love you's. Your hand buried in his white locks. You press a kiss on top of his head, massaging his scalp. His six eyes were the reason of his almost unbearable headaches. But your alway there for him to make it bearable. His strawberry flavoured shampoo's smell fills your nose. Satoru softly groans, burying his face further in your chest. You smile before placing another kiss on top of his head, resting your chin on top of his head. Hus fluffy locks tickling your chin slightly but you don't care. All that matters right now is satoru. Your beloved.
His hands
Your sitting on satorus lap as satoru focuses on his paper work, his free hand interwind with yours. You had nothing to do for now but satoru had so many things to do. Yet all satoru wants is you. So here you are. Sitting on his lap as he fills uo the paper works. It kinda felt ridiculous yet your happy. Happy to be close to him. You snuggle closer to him. Tracing his veins on his hands, trailing up to his forearm then to his long fingers. Bringing his fingers up to your lips you press a small kiss on his pretty knuckles. You hear satoru chuckle slightly,he shifted his attention to you. Cupping your cute face in his free hand as he tilts your face,your eyes landing on his beautiful face
"you could ask for a kiss you know" satoru teases and you roll your eyes playfully, failing to stop the sweer smile appeared on your lips.
"then... just give me one already" you boop his nose with yours. Satoru grins, tenderly caressing your cheek before he leans down to kiss you.
His lips.
The room was filled with the heavy breathing of you and him sharing the first kiss of your relationship. Satoru looked like virgin fucking for the first time. (He is a virgin.) The little peck turned into making out. His tongue dancing with yours as he presses his lips to yours,you moaned in his mouth. His arm wrapped around you and you tenderly holding his face, pulling him closer. Both of your bodies pressed against eachother. You nibble on his lower lip gently and the pathetic whimper comes out of satorus mouth. God. You loved his lips. His lips were soft,sweet. Just testing like the candies you sneakily give him during classes. Your first lovely doubly make out session was going okay until the room's door slams open. A angry sugur standing there. The horror on both of your face was enough to make suguru laugh but he didn't. You and satoru now sitting beside eachother.
"you thought hiding in y/n's dorm would save you from me after leaving my clean room into a mess!!" suguru shouts, pulling satorus ear as if its a stretching toy or something, totally ignoring the seen he saw after coming in your room. You sigh,not knowing what to say. Satoru cries out in pain dramatically.
"suguru...dont be this much harsh.." you mumble out, trying to save satoru. Just then satoru pulls away pouting like a puppy who got scolded for eating food from dustbin. Hiding behind you. You slightly smiled just holding his hand.
"suguru, forgive him for now!" You simply said,suguru still thinks how do tou deal with a man like satoru..*pheww*
His eyes
"Your sure about this? I don't want to if you're uncomfortable.."
Satoru asks for the who knows how many time. You sigh, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Your hand rests on his bare chest. "Iam,toru. Or else i wouldn't have want this in the first place."
And here you two are.
His hips are gently thrusting into yours, his cologne filling up your nose strils. You gasp as he's long cock slides in and out from your tight hole. Your clinging onto him for dear life. Satoru's breaths are coming out shallow. Whimpering as your pretty hole clenches around him. Your eyes are clench shut as you feel him lean down to kiss you. Just then you hear a sniffle,yiur eys shots open,seeing a tear running down satoru's cheek as he his blue irises looks at you. You perk up on your elbow and cup his face in your hand, worry all over your face
"toru why are you cry-"
"your so pretty" satoru sobs out, leaning down to press soft kisses in your neck. His arms wraps around you, holding your bare body in against his warm chest. Your eyes wide in surprise,your face against rests,as a soft smile appears on your face. You again lay down on the bed, now holding in against you as he's sobs slowed downs slowly.
"your pretty too toru..* you coo looking at him,he pulls away to see your face. His blue eyes in the dark room looking like the brightest stars in the night sky. Oh..just like an angel. You don't know how but it starts to make sense slowly..satoru looks at you the same way, but with all these happening right he felt way too much lucky. "No your prettier" satoru pouts,you laugh softly caressing his cheek
"for you i am anything..toru" and then both of you continue your love making. His cock that was resting inside starts to thrust like before again. With so much love.
Him.
You stare at the white haired man in Infront of you. The veli on your face slightly making it difficult to see satoru. Your finally going to be his properly,satoru thinks is that how beautiful you were all the time? He always thought your soo much beautiful to him but today it kinda felt different. You looked like and angel who came from the sky to take hik away from thus cruel world. The white wedding dress on you looking perfect,the one satoru choosed it for you. The bouquet of blue roses in your hand,the shy look and blush on your face. The way you hair was styled. Everything felt like a dream. A dream he always had. Getting married to the woman he loves. His vision slightly gets blurred,the tears peaking out of hus eyes. He sees the cute smile on your face turns into worry
"s-satoru-"
"god your so beautiful.." satoru says before breaking into tears finally, cupping your face. He wants to kiss you,so bad. Kiss away the worry on your face. Somehow the worry on your face turns into a small smile, you giggle before speaking. Little tear peaking in the corner of your eyes
"maybe i wil cry soon because i am finally going to be yours."
A/N : sorry if i made mistakes and English isn't my first language:) posting drabbles since i am still working on the next chapter of my this series
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Dress
Summary: Joe begs you to join him at an event, where a dress leads to a confession of feelings. Based off of the song "Dress" by Taylor Swift
Pairings: Joe Burrow x best friend to lover!reader
Warnings: implied smut, pining, best friends to lovers
Note: Hi! I hope you're all doing okay, I know this week has been tough and long. I hope this can bring some kind of joy during a hard time. This is my first time writing based off of a song. I would love to turn this into some kind of mini series or maybe interconnected standalones. Let me know your thoughts or song suggestions, I hope you all enjoy!
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âPleaseeee come with me, you owe me a favor, remember? Itâll be fun I promiseâ. Joe begged from his spot on the couch.
Joe had invited you out to one of the team dinner gatherings as his date, insisting that you had to come with him or he would be âtoo bored to functionâ. You tried not to place too much weight on the âdateâ part of the deal, knowing it would be more as friends than anything. He was putting on the whole theatrics, pouting with puppy dog eyes.
âYou want me to come to the dinner that youâve been complaining will be âso boringâ so I have to suffer too? I donât hardly see how thatâs comparable to the favor you did for me by taking out my recycling for me that you offered to doâ you questioned, knowing full well that it wouldnât be nearly as bad as heâs been making it out to be.
âHey, in my defense it was a lot of boxes to carry okay? You can be my source of entertainment, I wonât be able to survive without thatâ he explained, falling more into the dramatics as he dropped down onto the couch behind him to really solidify his point, exhaling a big sigh as he did so.Â
âI hardly doubt that Joseph, youâre being so dramaticâ you said with your arms folded over your chest, not going to fold to his pleading that easy. Turning away from him as you sat across from him.
âI guess you wonât know unless you come with me then, huhâ Joe said with a small pout on his lips, knowing it was the surefire way to win you over. In reality, he didn't have to even try. While Joe was your best friend, youâve had feelings for him for a while now that have only grown with time the closer you two have gotten. Meeting back at LSU, you had so many memories together that have only made your friendship what it is today.
âCâmon, what else will it take for you to agree to go? Iâll do anything Y/N.â
Your heart rate picked up at his comment, needing to will yourself back to reality that there are so many other mundane things he could do to sweeten the deal for you. Thank god you had your back turned, able to give yourself a second to breathe. In all honesty, you would go just to spend more time with him, it was always fun to make him work for it though.
âFine, but I wonât have anything to wear so youâre fronting my cost for a new dressâ you stated turning yourself back towards him, sticking out your hand to signify the offer.
âYou couldâve just asked that from the beginning. Dealâ Joe agreed, returning your gesture and shaking on the deal.
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It was finally the day of the dinner, taking the day to get yourself ready with an everything shower and full skincare routine. You made a day of it, pampering yourself after you had gone out to get the perfect dress. It complimented the color of Joeâs suit perfectly, while accentuating all of your favorite parts of yourself. It wasnât anything too elaborate, but it made you feel confident and thatâs what matters. You may or may not have also thought about Joe when picking it out, what he would think about when he saw you in it. You quickly shook the resurfacing thoughts from your mind as you slipped it on, careful not to mess up your look.
While you were applying the finishing touches to your look, your mind wandered to thoughts about yours and Joeâs friendship. You had met during one of his first classes when he transferred to LSU, asking you for directions to his next class. It happened that you were going the same way, offering to show him and the rest was history. On paper, you both were opposites, but thatâs almost why you complimented each other so well. You matched one another's energy and could read the other like a book. It almost felt as if you didn't need to speak the thought out loud at times, able to tell what the other was thinking.
You and Joe had been there for each other all throughout college, being a support system and lifeline in the hard times as well as the biggest cheerleader for the highest highs. Through every breakup, Joe was always there to pick up the pieces he didnât break, comforting you while giving you the praise he felt you deserved. Another thing you wrote off as him just being your best friend. No one wanted to see their best friend sad, so it was natural to want to cheer them up, right?
You were drawn out of your thoughts to the sound of your front door closing, signaling Joe had arrived.
âHey Y/N, you ready to go?â he called from your living room, making his way through your apartment.
âJust a minute, Iâm finishing up and we can head outâ you called back, hearing his footsteps get closer as you spoke.
There was a sudden pause as the sound of Joe approaching got closer, turning to see him stopped in your doorway. He leaned his body up against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest.
âYou look absolutely amazing, I love that we have a matching thing going onâ Joe said as he looked you up and down, his gaze taking you in.
 It all felt like too much, turning your attention back to the mirror in front of you.
When you were leaving your apartment to get into his car, Joe placed a gentle hand around your waist to keep you steady in your heels as you walked across the pavement parking lot. Your skin felt like it was ablaze under his touch, finding yourself craving more of it as his hand dropped to get the door for you.
âThanksâ you mumbled, trying to regain your composure back as the night was just beginning.
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The night drew on, Joe not letting you far out of his reach as he spoke with his teammates and other guests that were there. It felt as if you had a pull to one another, a sense of palpable tension between you in the air. Joe seemed to be a lot touchier than usual, tending to keep you close when one of his teammates would get a bit too close for what must have been his liking. It all felt like too good to be true, that he must have really wanted you near him
There was only what you could describe as a Joe shaped indentation in your life, making any man incomparable to the standard he set for you without even knowing. So many guys in the past few years have tried to take their shot with you, but you never let any of them get too feeling like they were missing something that you were looking for. Even the ones that did ended up breaking your heart, leaving you feeling a deeper hollow pit than before them.Â
He was so close to you at the table, you could smell his cologne and feel the heat radiating off of his body that was clad so nicely in his suit, his arm slung protectively over the back of your chair as if he was staking his claim over you. It was taking so much willpower to not just lean over and say the most unspeakable things to him. To finally confess everything youâve been feeling, wondering if he felt the same or if it would be a waste of time and ruin everything you created together.
In this moment, it felt like just the two were the only ones despite the room being so crowded with other guests. You leaned over, placing a delicate hand on Joe's thigh to test his reaction. You felt his muscles tense beneath your touch, close enough to hear his breath hitch in his throat. All signs were pointing in the right direction.
âY/Nâ Joe said, his voice labored and breathy.
The way he says your name, stopping you in your tracks, short circuiting your mind for a moment. That was the kind of power he had over you, the ability to completely send your senses into overdrive without even realizing he was doing so. You tried your best to shut your mind off, taking the opportunity to tell him while you had the courage to do so.
âI donât want you like a best friendâ you spoke, voice keeping composure while trying to keep yourself from backing out.
Joeâs eyes closed as his head subtly dropped back against his chair. A quiet groan coming from his throat online loud enough for your ears only.
You leaned closer to his ear, keeping your body language as natural as possible with everything youâre feeling. Noticing how he was reacting to your words and proximity.
âI only bought this dress so you could take it offâ your confidence shifting with a hint of seduction in your voice, sealing your fate to ending your friendship or starting a new chapter.
That seemed like the last straw for his own composure, not being able to contain his own building desire. Joe turned to look towards you, his gaze darkening from your confession, your grip tightening on his thigh as he tried to process the moment.
Without speaking, Joe stood from the table of his teammates and began gathering his things as he silently gestured for you to do the same.Â
âI think weâre gonna get going guys, Y/N isnât feeling too well so Iâm gonna bring her homeâ Joe said casually, holding out a hand for you to take.
Everyone said their goodbyes and wished you well. The minute you were out of the vicinity from everyone, Joe heaved you over his shoulder and began to hustle towards the car.
âJOEâ you yelped followed by a light chuckle, caught off guard by his actions.
He didnât reply until he got you to the car, dropping you carefully to your feet and pressed your back against the car door.
He leaned close to your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine as he spoke âyou have no idea how long I've wanted you. First, I'm gonna get you home and we're gonna get you out of this dress so I can do all of the things Iâve only ever dreamt of doing to you. Then we can talk about where we want to go from here, but I sure as shit donât want to go back to just being friends. Does that work for you, sweetheart?âÂ
You didnât trust your voice in that moment, not knowing if words would come out if you tried and opted for a firm nod.
He backed away from the car, bringing you towards him so he could open the door for you.
âGet in mamas and buckle up, because once we get home, youâre in for a rideâ closing the door before you could give him a response.
You were about to be in for a night you didnât expect, but one that would change everything for the best.
Thank you so much for reading, please send in any requests or comments. I hope you enjoyed!
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Rubatosis;
The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat
â˘Captain Curly x reader
Chat bare with me I'm trying out a new aesthetic because I'm sick and tired of my blog being UGLY and CHAOTIC so I'm using dividers and sticking to a color scheme for the first time don't judge me pls
Summary; Winter storm, blackout, no heater; the worst things that could've happened on your only weekend off. Luckily, your boyfriend Curly knows how to keep you warm.
Tw/cw; Afab!reader, pre established relationships (you guys are dating), cursing, the word 'radiate" is used like 20 times don't mind that chat, no use of y/n just curly calling you various pet names, no prep like at all(slight fingering????), curly whimpers, the smut is actually really unnecessary but ignore that too, piv, pwp??, unsafe sex, cumming INSIDE!!!, praise kink, curly talks you through it (I think)
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You curl up with as many blankets as you can, shivering and watching your breath become visible from the cold. You can feel your body go numb as all you can do is wait for your power to come back on. It's been out for the past hour, and with the awful snow storm that just rolled through your town, you can tell it isn't coming back on anyime soon.
Sounds come from outside your window, sounds that you can barely hear over the cold chattering of your teeth. A car parking in your driveway, a car door opening and closing, and heavy feet making their way to your front door, shaking the doorknob while trying to open it.
The door creeks open, followed by the sound of heavy winds. You can hear footsteps walk into your house, closing the door, and walking towards the bedroom you now reside in.
"Sorry about the wait, love. I tried to leave work as soon as I heard about the power outage, but thought it would be best to stop somewhere to get some things to warm you up." It was your boyfriend, Curly, who you had no idea was coming over. Yet here you are, shaking in a cold bed as he roots through the bags he brought with him.
As he digs through the bags, seemingly looking for something specific, he throws miscellaneous items on your bed. Chocolates, a candle, a box of matches, more chocolates, and a bottle of wine. "Since we're basically trapped in here till the storm is over, I thought we could make the most of it. Have a romantic weekend or something.. I tried getting things I knew you'd like."
Just then, he finds what he was looking for; hand warmers. Ripping open the packaging, he walks to your side of the bed, handing you all that was in the box. The heat radiating from them was almost hurting you, but burning doesn't feel so bad when you're freezing.
Curly leaves the room for a moment, coming back with two wine glasses in hand; placing them on your bedside table. He takes off his work uniform, leaving him in only an undershirt and pants. You hold out your arms to him, signalling that you want him to be in bed with you. He smiles, lifting up the blankets and laying next to you.
You shiver, feeling his warm hands touch your cold body. "Poor thing.. I wish I could've been here sooner, maybe prevent you from getting to this state." He says softly, kissing your forehead as he raps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest.
"I'm glad you're here.." you say, dozing off. The warmth Curly radiates was more than enough to make your body become less tense. Your hands make their way to his chest, pressing gently as you bury your head in the crook of his neck.
"I know you are, love, and I'm glad to be here, too." He whispered softly, hands traveling from your waist to your hips. He lifts your shirt up slightly, moving his fingertips to your now exposed skin. "Fuck, you're freezing." You could hear the concern in his voice, switching from just his fingertips to his whole hand. "Does that feel better? Are you warmer now?"
You nod. Everything about him was warm, a stark contrast from how cold you currently are. Any part of him that was directly touching you was doing wonders for your current state. "Use your words, love." Even when you're freezing, Curly will still find a way to tease you. This world is so cruel.
You sigh, "yeah, that feels better. Thank you." He smiles, happy with your answer. He pulls your body closer to his, your chest flush against his own. His fingertips move in a circular motion, trying to keep you calm. Which, to his credit, is working.
With the warmth of your beloved boyfriend mixed with the light musk scent of the cologne he always wore, you were falling asleep quickly. He could feel your eyelashes flutter shut against his neck, followed by your soft breathing hitting his skin. He presses a small kiss on your forehead, pulling you just the slightest bit closer to himself before dozing off.
Your eyes slowly open, groaning out as you realize it's still cold in your room. You try to back away, but Curlys grip on you tightens. He shifts slightly as he begins to wake up, hands moving from your waist, to his eyes, to your waist again. "Good morning, beautiful.. lovely seeing you here." He says in a raspy tone, indicating he just woke up.
You smile, curling back into his grasp. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." You say in an almost hushed voice. He chuckles, placing a small kiss on your cheek.
"No worries, love. Just more time I get to spend with you." He chuckles, burying his head in the crook of your neck; kissing every bit of exposed skin he could in the process. You laugh, squirming in his arms, but his grip on you only tightens.
"Curly- stop-" you get out between giggles.
He lays one final kiss just below your ear, letting out a heavy sigh; now out of breath. He places one of his hands on your chest, just below your collar bone. His fingertips trace up the skin of your neck, stopping to grab your chin, lifting it up slightly.
Your eyes meet with his and he leans in for a kiss. It was soft, gentle, everything he was condensed into a simple act of affection. It was perfect. His hands fully cupping your face, pulling you in so he can deepen the kiss further.
Your hands their way to his scalp, his hair curling between your fingers as you gently pull. His mouth opens for a split second, letting out a small whimper at the new sensation. His kisses become slightly sloppy as he begins to sit up, flipping you so your back is now pressed against the bed. He places himself between your legs, breaking the kiss so he can trail small kisses and nibble down your neck.
As his hands wander down your chest, to your waist, and eventually to your hips, he sings small praises to you in-between each mark he lays on your neck. His fingers go under the seam of your panties, slipping them off of you with ease. With one hand keeping your legs open, the other traces up your inner thigh, slowly inserting one of his digits into your aching heat.
"Curly~" you gasp, your hands locking behind his neck as a way to ground yourself. Just then, he slips another in. The feeling of his cold fingers curling inside of you sent shockwaves through your body.
Curly takes his fingers out of your cunt, lifting his head from your neck to lick off the slick that remains. You whine at the empty feeling, small tears forming already. "Crying already, love?" He says with a smile. He lines his cock to your entrance, the tip prodding at your hole. He lowers his body back down to yours, "forgive me, dear. Sorry if this hurts." He whispers in your ear.
Your hands go back to his neck, going up to grab his hair again. You cry out as you can feel him stretch your insides, pulling at his hair even more in the process. Curly grips the sheets beneath him, his hand quickly moving to your waist to hold both you, and himself down.
As he can feel you reach your limit, he stops, holding still for a moment. "Are you alright? You're not too hurt, are you?" He says, raising his head to look at you.
"Y-yeah.. it just hurts a bit.." you trail off. He sighs in relief.
"I know, love. It's going to. I wish there was more I could do, but I promise it'll be worth it. Alright?" He smiles, kissing away the small tear lines on your cheeks. You smile back, coming your fingers through his hair gently before moving your hands to rest on his back instead.
He takes a deep breath, slowly moving his hips backwards before meeting with yours again. His steady thrusts help you adjust to his size better, but it only leaves you wanting more.
"I'm gonna go faster, alright?" He says, nearly out of breath. You nod. He increases his speed, going faster than you had anticipated. You cry out his name, digging your nails into the skin on his back. "I know, love, I know." He whispered.
More tears stream down your face as the pain quickly turns into pleasure. You moan with each thrust, nails still digging into his back. Curly whimpers at the feeling, "fuck- just like that, you're doing amazing, love~" he says in a soft, out of breath tone.
You can feel yourself getting closer as your legs instinctively close around his hips, inadvertently pushing him deeper inside you. You try to speak, but the words just won't come out. "Curly- I-" you stutter, not being able to think straight because of the pleasure.
His pace doesn't falter, though. His hands move to your thighs, holding onto them with force in an attempt to not go any rougher than he already is. Your cries and moans become louder, chanting his name as if it were a prayer. You feel the knot in your stomach come undone, your back arching and head thrown back. With one final moan, you can feel a wave of pleasure wash over you, followed by your slick soiling the sheets beneath you.
"Just a little longer, love. You've done so well for me this far, I'm sure you can hold out a bit more." Curly praised, continuing his pace. His hands grip your thighs tighter, leaving crescent shaped marks on your flesh. With one more deep, rough thrust, he moans out your name, releasing inside of you. He collapses on top of you, his head resting on your shoulder as you both try to catch your breath.
"Are you.. still cold?" He whispered softly.
You smile, "no. Not at all."
A/N; this would've been out two days ago but the new stardew valley update came to console and I've been GRINDING that shit. Also, the title was supposed to make an appearance in the fic. Right before the smut starts, when curly puts his hand on YOUR 𫵠chest, I was gonna add some dialogue like, "your heart is beating fast.. do I make you nervous?" But I thought that was cringe and cut it out.
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Fic Iâd love to write if I wasnât in a creative rut:
I have reached the point in my life I realize I just have a straight kink for authority/spanking so reader fic where the Reader and Logan are paired up on a mission and they purposefully ignore him and get them into trouble and heâs fucking pissed about it, maybe a throwaway, âI should tan your fucking hide for that.â
Reader just replies with a, âProve it, jackass.â
Cue when theyâre alone that night, reader gets shanghaied and ends up, nude, hands tied, over his knee, Logan ranting as he brings his palm down, not even counting just going until he sees fit
Is this deeply self indulgent and specific to me? Maybe, but oh well, there you go :-3c
It's one of those stereotypes that you see in cheesy porn filmsâthe defiant brat and the strong authority figure ready to give her the discipline she clearly never got before. A trope that's been played out far too many timesâ âand yet, it's exactly why you're currently like this. The authority figureâLogan in this case, and youâthe brat, who in Logan's words: "Needed a major attitude adjustment." And his proven method of adjustment involved you, spread across his lap with your ass laid bare, his to admire when it jiggles beneath the friction of his palm. Each slap has you reeling, thighs pressed together, the shock of it sending you forward until his strong hand pulls you by the hair and forces you right where he wants you. You cry into his thigh, hands white-knuckled into the sheets as he goes on and on, blow by blow, the sound of each one followed by his cruel voice echoing through the air. "Got real quiet when you got put on my lapâ" Slap. "Come on, nothing to say? Sure wanted to mouth off earlier." Slap. You can hear the mockery in his tone, voice low. "Don't get shy on me, where's all that fire gone?" Slap. Slap. Slap. You're reduced to sniffling, hiccuped sobs and it's only now he gives you a break. Gently, as if cradling a child, he lifts you in his arms, a hand against your backside as to not aggravate your already sensitive skin. He pulls your hair away from your face, wipes your tears from your face with his thumb. He waits patiently for you to compose yourself, then speaks. "Hey, gimme a check-in, how you holding up?" It's hard to speak at first, voice caught in your chest before you're able to respond. "G-Good, feels good." "Yeah?" Logan affirms. "Really took a beating there." You start to giggle, and he gives a smile in return. "There she is, I missed that sound." You hum, curling yourself further into his arms. He smells like the earth, like a forest fresh from the rain. It's almost enough to distract you from the sting of his hands, but not enough. "Probably won't be able to sit down for a while." You mutter. "Yeah, probably not," he answers, carrying you to the bed. "Shouldn't've mouthed off though."
#robo speaks#ask#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett#wolverine x reader#logan howlett smut#robo writes#wolverine#wolverine smut
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Let Me Love You (Eddie Munson)
Summary: Eddie fucked up, and he thinks you wont love him anymore.
WC: 740ish
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The silence in the trailer was thick, hanging heavy as a storm on the verge of breaking. You sat on the edge of Eddieâs bed, your knees drawn up close to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you tried to ground yourself. Outside, the rain beat down on the thin walls of the trailer, each droplet drumming a nervous heartbeat in the background.
Eddie stood in front of you, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, fidgeting with the many rings on his fingers, his hair hanging like a dark curtain around his face. He kept his gaze down, almost as if he were afraid that if he looked you in the eye, heâd lose his resolve. He took a deep breath, his shoulders rising with it, but still, no words came.
Finally, he broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I messed up."
You looked up, and the pain in his eyes mirrored your own. "Yeah, you did."
He winced, running a hand through his hair, tugging on the ends in that way he did when he was feeling desperate. "I donât know why⌠why I always feel the need to push you away when things get too close. When things get good." His voice was raw, as if every syllable hurt. "I know it doesnât make sense. None of this makes sense. I donât know whatâs wrong with me."
Eddieâs eyes found yours, pleading, hoping for understanding that he didnât deserve, for forgiveness that he hadnât earned.
You wanted to say something sharp, to remind him that heâd hurt you, that heâd left you wondering if any of the moments youâd shared meant anything to him at all. But there was an ache in your heart that softened your anger, that made your words come out gentle instead of harsh.
"You know, EddieâŚ" you started, your voice soft but steady. "I love you. Iâve loved you even when youâre a stubborn, difficult mess of a person. Even when you make me feel like this, like youâre holding me at armâs length and breaking my heart all at once. But I canât keep doing this. I canât keep waiting for you to let me in, only for you to shut me out again."
He reached out then, his hands hovering near yours, uncertain, as if he thought he didnât have the right to touch you anymore. "Iâm so sorry. Iâm an idiot, I know. But Iâm trying, okay? I⌠I donât know how to love someone like you. Someone who actually⌠cares about me." His voice broke at the end, and for the first time, you saw the vulnerability in him, the fear that lay behind his walls.
Taking his hands in yours, you looked up at him. "I need you to mean it this time, Eddie. I need you to say it, and I need to believe it."
He took a shuddering breath, as if he were bracing himself for a leap off a cliff. "I love you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. But then, he said it again, stronger, as if he were willing the words to be true, to feel true, even if he didnât think he deserved them. "I love you, alright? I love you more than I know how to say."
You closed your eyes, letting the words settle over you, feeling the warmth in his voice as he said them. There was still a part of you that wanted to guard your heart, to keep a piece of yourself protected in case he left again. But this was Eddie, and despite everything, you loved him enough to take that risk.
"Can I hear you tell me you love me again?" you whispered, your own voice trembling with the weight of the moment.
He let out a shaky laugh, pulling you closer, his forehead resting against yours. "Iâll say it as many times as you need," he murmured, his hands finally settling on your waist, holding you close as if he were afraid youâd vanish. "I love you. Iâm yours, okay? If youâll still have me."
You pressed a hand to his cheek, letting your fingers trace the line of his jaw. "Iâll always have you, Eddie. But donât make me regret it."
And for the first time in a long time, as he wrapped his arms around you, you felt like you were where you belonged.
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#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x oc#eddie munson smut#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson series#eddie munson st4#eddie munson scenario#eddie munson imagine
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Younger, Friskier, Newer - Jack Schlossberg x Fem!Reader FANFIC
disclaimer: all of the work written below is purely fiction and should be treated as such! none of this is real!
summary: in which y/n realizes her husband is no different than the men who came before him
warnings: cheating, cursing
genre: angst
word count: 645
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y/n made her way down the pristine hallways of the white house. she was exhausted, after being in court all day.
many people were shocked when y/n continued to work as a lawyer. being first lady didn't mean she was just going to drop her career. she'd spent her entire life building a reputation for herself.
it was five-thirty in the evening, and y/n wanted to see her husband. she was lucky enough to get off earlier than usual today, and she was looking forward to spending the extra time with her husband. she knew jack was home, she'd seen his car outside.
she arrived at the doors of the famous oval office. she pushed the heavy doors open, and felt her heart drop to her stomach.
there was her husband, making out with some girl (who looked far too young to be in the white house) in the middle of the office. the jacket of his navy blue suit had been discarded over one of the chairs, and his shirt was wrinkled. the young girl was wearing a short, black dress that was disheveled at the bottom. she watched for a few seconds, making sure the affection was mutual.
"jack?" y/n asked, her voice sounding too casual for the situation.
he pulled away from the girl instantly. his brown eyes flooded with guilt and regret as he faced his wife. the young girl began to awkwardly make her way out of the office.
"hold on." y/n said, stopping her. "it's cold outside, where's your jacket?"
"i didn't bring one." she said quietly.
"take mine sweetheart." she said calmly, giving the young girl her jacket. "get home safe. sir, please walk the young lady out."
the security guard made his way next to the girl. she nodded quickly before walking out.
"y/n, i can explain-" he started.
"you don't need to." she interrupted. "i should've seen this coming."
"what?" he asked, confused. "what do you mean?"
"you're the president of the united states. you're smart and you're charming. and no matter how much time we made for each other, even if i had left my career behind and become the perfect first lady, you were always going to cheat on me." she explained. "with someone younger, friskier, newer. because that's handsome, intelligent men do; they look for the next new thing. the next thing that can entertain them, and when they get bored of her, they find another girl."
"that's not true." he protested.
"really? then please tell me why you felt the need to cheat on me." she demanded.
"we just don't see each other often-" he trailed off.
"even if we did jack, you would've gotten bored of me, one way or another. that's why everyone cheats, don't they? because they're bored."
"y/n, i-" he started. "i'm sorry. i'm really fucking sorry. it wasn't anything more than this, this is the first time we've ever kissed."
y/n stayed silent.
"i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry." he said, his eyes filling up with an unbelievable amount of regret.
she made his way to him, fixing his tie and his shirt.
"you're so handsome. it's true, kennedy genes run strong." she smiled.
she could see the relief on his face. the tension in his face died down as he relaxed.
"but kennedy infidelity runs stronger, doesn't it?" she finished, patting his chest and turning around to walk away.
"y/n." he called out, but she didn't turn around.
she needed to be away from him. she got in her car, seeing jack call out for her from the door of the white house. when he realized she was leaving, he dashed back to grab his keys, but she wasn't waiting.
she drove on autopilot. her hands gripped the wheel tightly as tears began streaming down her face.
#angst#heartbreak#jack schlossberg#jack schlossberg x reader#jack schlossberg x y/n#jack shlossberg x reader angst#jack schlossberg x reader heartbreak#jack shlossberg angst#fanfic
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As always, many thoughts
âMama be mad?â His brows furrow as he starts bouncing around even more. Andy knows he has moments before Suede has an accident and gets upset for doing so.
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âHands, Suede,â Andyâs voice is soft, but demanding. Itâs not a question, itâs what Suede has to do. âUgh,â groaning, he gets on the stool, grunting as he reaches for the soap.
Kids and washing hands, either they love it and do it excessively or only when you remind them đ
âPies,â pineapples. Close enough. âNaNa, my ove oo,â he lays his head on Andyâs chest, snuggling in a bit tighter. He always tells fibs about being sleepy. Sleepy Suede, is more cuddly loving Suede. âI love you, too, buddy. You ready to watch some Bluey?â
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This is the sight youâve always wanted to see; a sticky-faced little boy snuggled up against his dadâs chest, while both of them are passed out. The comfort that Suede feels with Andy matches the way he feels about you. You have no fears when heâs with Andy.
What a sight đĽšđĽ°
He makes your ovaries ache. Seeing how good he is with children that arenât his, you know this man deserves someone of his blood. You donât know how, but youâll make it happen.
Understandable
You didnât want to travel for Christmas, but Andy had the time off for Thanksgivng. You had the time off. You missed your family, and wanted them to see Andy with your babies. Let them see how much the kids have grown, and also a grownup Andy. Your mom obsessively talked about him. Even told you on your wedding day you should try and find Andy again because you were making a mistake. Momâs always know best. And your mom definitely knew.
Mom was/is definitely not a Scott fan đ
âI called Andy daddy,â she sighs, and finally looks up at you. You meet her with a smile on your face. You and Andy hadnât found the time or the way to bring up that comment. âIt was at donuts for dad, and I just think I got confused. My head was all mushy, and I didnât mean it. But I liked having him there, and showing my room. Youâre the only one thatâs seen it.â
She is worrying so much đĽş
Her face falls to sadness, and you lay down the knife. Walking around the counter island to hug her, âSweet girl, Andy and I arenât mad.â âBut what about my daddy? Are you going to tell him?â You werenât. But eventually if Audrey kept feeling comfortable with Andy, and letting that title slip, he would know.
Poor thing is so stressed out about it đĽş
âWhat about daddy?â She pouts. No matter what, this little girl adores her dad, and sheâs already over concerned about Scottâs opinion. âWonât he be mad?â âWe donât have to tell daddy if you donât want to. Daddy never has to know. I donât want you to stress about this. Youâre four, almost five,â Scott is going to keep on and turn your precious child into a neurotic clam.
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A finger taps on her chin, humming so sweetly while she thinks. âCan we go to the aquarium, and soft play, and then pizza, and then go to a movie?â âI think that sounds like a magical day. Who do you want to go?â âOur family,â you want to squeeze her so tight. Her sweetness comes out of her, and you need to preserve these little moments. âYou, and me, and Suedey, and Andy,â you nod your head.
A magical and fun day with the family đĽ°
âAudrey, you are the cutest, most sweetest little girl Iâve ever met, you know that?â âYes, I do,â she gives you a little giggle, returning to her PlayDoh.
Maybe if my boyfriend didnât walk around the damn house with his dick swinging around,â he grimaces at the word boyfriend and the way you emphasized it. âGet hard!â âMake me,â youâre a bit irritated at him, but not enough to refuse making him hard. You sink to your knees, and take his hardening cock into your hand. You kiss over his member. Looking up at him with the sweetest face that you can muster. Youâre not sweet. Youâre a goddamn whore for Andy Barber.
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âYou just said you were horny, so Iâm going to fuck you, and then we can talk about everything else like adults.â
Sounds like a great plan to me đ¤ˇđťââď¸
âNo. No, they werenât. Your favorite ones are those pink ones. They cover your full ass, and thereâs something about the way they just donât move on your body, so youâre not tugging them around all day,â you really gawk at him. Heâs right. âAnd when we sleep, your ass cheeks hang out just the tiniest bit and I want to bite each one. So not only are they comfortable on you, they look amazing on, or on the floor.â
I'm blushing just reading this
âEverything!â He stalls his movements, before leaning over you. His hands in a fist to hold his weight off you just enough. But you want to feel him on you. You want to feel that slight pressure and weight, and know that heâs there, âEverything. I donât know how to explain it, and I donât know how to talk about it. I spent so many years sucking up my problems because I didnât have a real job, and he did. You donât want to hear about my problems because youâre busier than me.â âI do,â you shake your head no, but Andy grips onto your chin tightly. His hips slowly push and pull him out of your warmth. You really are a damn teenager. Canât have an adult conversation without needing your boyfriend-fiancĂŠâs cock inside of you, and all you can do is cry and shake your head. âDoe, I want to hear everything. We are partners. When you donât feel well, I don't feel well. I want you to be happy because that makes my days better.â
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âI did. Thatâs what I want. I want to kiss away all your tears, and I want us to be okay. I canât help you if you donât tell me,â tears steadily flow down your face, and he keeps kissing over your cheeks, and it doesnât help. Except those tears stop hurting so much. Youâre now crying because youâre so happy with the right partner. âHoney, I love you.â
He's so dreamy đ
âSheâs terrified of clowns, and characters in costumes,â she likes her characters 2D. âSheâs not over that yet?â âAre you over your fear of sharks?â Scott huffs.
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You lift up on your elbows, throwing all caution to the wind when you grab Andyâs ass, and pull him deeper into you. You wink at your fiance. âDo you think he doesnât know the disdain that you have for him? How you wonât even spend the goddamn time to help him pee in the potty while heâs there? Do you think Audrey doesnât tell me about the giggling you and Taylor did when he cried because he had an accident that smelled. Shit stinks, you asshole. Even your precious Taylorâs. So either you have a party that Suede can fully be a part of, or donât bother throwing a party that she doesnât even want anyways.â
Let it all out đđť
âAnd then my postpartum depression cramped your sex life. And then our son became the number one man in my life. And then our son was sick all the time. You never even tried to connect with him. You never even noticed that I was drowning. All you cared about was getting your dick wet. So my advice to you is to make sure you donât knock Taylor up, because you canât handle anything with a penis being put above you. Is that all?â
I definitely know where Audrey gets her sass from đ¤đđť
The only thing you want is to know that your babies are safe, and in a loving environment. And if he canât provide that for them, he might as well just give up trying to fight for them. He only fights for them because it hurts you. But his fight is becoming stale. The only thing heâs holding onto is his pride. Knowing that Audrey could be his legacy, and never thinking that his son could. He wants you to hurt. He wants to shove something in Andyâs face. And all at the expense of his children.
He is a true asshole
One of these days, heâll give up on the fight. And when he does, you know that Andy wonât hesitate to pick up those pieces, and be willing to adopt both children, and legally become their father. Itâs in knowing a man. Itâs knowing that even when youâre acting ridiculous in an argument, that Andy isnât going to stop. That heâs not going to make some snarky comment that kills your self worth.
Oh he will and he will give 120% and do it all with the biggest smile
âWoman, being called daddy by you is not my thing. I know youâre doing it to make me cringe. But I just had the best sex of my life, and pissed off a little wanna be man in the process. Let me revel in that fact, and also the fact that your cunt is so full of me that your eyes are swimming,â you shake your head no. His hand is still covering you, but he knows you're smiling.
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He could tell you about all the things that are different about you, but heâll save it. He wonât be able to save it for too much longer. Youâre just being too silly and stressed to realize.
I have a feeling what this could mean and I had it at some other parts especially in this chapter too, so let's see đ¤
Two Good Reasons, Part 8
Summary: something is happening
Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: Â explicit language, explicit sexual content, playful degradation, mentions of divorce, mentions of neglect, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, Scott, creampie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 5.7K
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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics
âNaNa?â Suede looks up from the toys heâs playing with pointing down the hallway to your bedroom. Desperately trying to get Andy to wake you up, âMama and Dee seep?â
âYes, buddy,â Suede huffs a bit. Crossing his arms over his chest before his mouth flattens out, and he returns to his playing. Andy watches him a moment before looking back at the game on tv. Suede looks back down the hallway before pouting up at Andy, âSuedey, whatâs wrong?â
âMe pee,â he says, rocking his body back and forward.
âIn your diaper?â He shakes his head no, looking towards the bathroom, and he jumps up. His feet bounce around a bit before he jumps, holding himself. âOkay. Come on,â Andy stands up, and walks quickly towards Suede, âLetâs go, buddy.â
âMama be mad?â His brows furrow as he starts bouncing around even more. Andy knows he has moments before Suede has an accident and gets upset for doing so.
âYour mama wonât be mad. Come on,â Suede holds himself as he runs towards the bathroom, and makes it to his potty just in time. He gives Andy a thumbs up, smiling so proudly at him. âYou made it! Does that feel better than a diaper?â
âChess! Me yike it. NaNa pee der?â Suede points at the bigger toilet, and Andy nods his head, âMe, too?â
âOne day. And youâll get to stand.â
âNo,â Andy nods his head yes. âNo, no.â
âHas your dad never,â he stops his question when Suede scrunches his nose up. Andy approaches the boy carefully. A child with so very little vocabulary, and still so young, but clearly Scott hadnât been teaching him anything about pottying.
âTay.â
âTaylor?â Suede nods his head, and Andy wonders what his limited words are trying to tell him. Heâs noticed that you donât ever press your children about time at their dadâs, so he doesnât want to either. But he wonders if Taylor is the one that deals with bathroom or diaper duty, âYou done?â
âChess! My mama at?â
âShe and Audrey are taking a nap,â Suede dramatically rolls his eyes at Andy, and pulls up his pants. âAudrey has a bit of a cold, and your mama is tired.â
âWays seep!â He rolls his eyes again, starting to stomp out of the bathroom.
âHands, Suede,â Andyâs voice is soft, but demanding. Itâs not a question, itâs what Suede has to do.
âUgh,â groaning, he gets on the stool, grunting as he reaches for the soap.
âI know mama has been needing some extra sleep lately, but it happens to everyone,â Suede shakes his head no, starting to play more in the water than washing his hands. âYes, they do. Your mom works hard, she loves you and sissy harder, andâŚâ
âOve oo.â
âYes, she loves me, too. Are you finished?â Suede giggles as Andy picks him up to use the towel. He swings him around until heâs sitting on his hip, and he peeks into the bedroom, and youâve still got Audrey tight against your body. Your nose buries into her watermelon scented hair, and she clings just as tightly to you.
Suede gets one look at you and growls, âNow, youâve got to share time with your mom. You could have taken a nap, too, and you said no. You want to nap?â
âNo,â shaking his head no, he points at Andyâs chest. Sputtering out words before sighing. Once Andy gets into the living room, he points at the tv.
âYou want to watch the game or Bluey?â
âOo Oo,â that settled that. He yawns, and Andy chooses to ignore it, if you bring up nap to Suede, heâll refuse it just to spite you. Still holding him he walks into the kitchen. Grabbing himself a beer, and a cup of watered down juice for Suede. âNack, pease,â his speaking has immensely improved. Suede has slowly been able to put words into sentences.
âA snack. Hmm. What about your fruit salad? No strawberries, and no..?â
âPies,â pineapples. Close enough. âNaNa, my ove oo,â he lays his head on Andyâs chest, snuggling in a bit tighter. He always tells fibs about being sleepy. Sleepy Suede, is more cuddly loving Suede.
âI love you, too, buddy. You ready to watch some Bluey?â
âChess!â But his âyesâ is just a little bit softer, and he never lifts his head off Andyâs chest.
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You yawn, looking down at your daughter who rubs the sleep out of her eyes. Audrey looks up at you, giving you a sleepy smile, âDid you sleep as hard as mommy?â
âUh huh,â she sits up in the bed, stretching big. âI like this new bed. Can we see what Andy and Suedey are doing,â she jumps out of the bed immediately, but waits for you to stretch, too. Going behind her, you scoop her up in your arms to blow raspberries all over her, but stop when you walk into the living room.
This is the sight youâve always wanted to see; a sticky-faced little boy snuggled up against his dadâs chest, while both of them are passed out. The comfort that Suede feels with Andy matches the way he feels about you. You have no fears when heâs with Andy. You know that Andy has his allergies memorized, but also checks the list thatâs on the fridge constantly.
He wanted to watch some football, but opted for Bluey so Suede could fall asleep. He agreed to stay up a bit longer with Suede, spend some one on one time with him, while you and Audrey were already piled up and snuggled. Sunday naps are your favorite for a reason.
âTheyâre sleeping,â Audrey looks at you with a big smile. You know she enjoys seeing Suede being happy and more content here. She shouldnât have to worry about her brother, but she does. The best big sister you could have asked for. âSuedey likes Andy a whole whole lot.â
âSo does Audrey, huh?â She giggles, nodding her head. âHow about mommy and Audrey get a snack, and you can play at the table while mommy makes dinner?â She nods again, while you look back at Andy and Suede. He makes your ovaries ache. Seeing how good he is with children that arenât his, you know this man deserves someone of his blood. You donât know how, but youâll make it happen.
You honestly canât even wait to spend all these holidays with Andy and the kids. Biting on your lip, you glance at the family calendar, knowing itâs past time to ask Scott if you can go back to Michigan with the kids to spend time with your family for Thanksgiving. It was your weekend to have them. Scott hadnât told you about plans with Taylorâs family, or if he was even interested in seeing them on the holiday.
You didnât want to travel for Christmas, but Andy had the time off for Thanksgivng. You had the time off. You missed your family, and wanted them to see Andy with your babies. Let them see how much the kids have grown, and also a grownup Andy. Your mom obsessively talked about him. Even told you on your wedding day you should try and find Andy again because you were making a mistake. Momâs always know best. And your mom definitely knew.
âMommy?â You look up from slicing the vegetables for a roast, letting Audrey know she has your attention, âI think I messed up.â
âWhyâs that?â She bites on her lip, looking more like you every day, even with her mannerisms. Audrey looks down at the PlayDoh sheâd been kneading, and looks down the hallway towards the living room. âAudi? Is everything okay?â
âI called Andy daddy,â she sighs, and finally looks up at you. You meet her with a smile on your face. You and Andy hadnât found the time or the way to bring up that comment. âIt was at donuts for dad, and I just think I got confused. My head was all mushy, and I didnât mean it. But I liked having him there, and showing my room. Youâre the only one thatâs seen it.â
Her face falls to sadness, and you lay down the knife. Walking around the counter island to hug her, âSweet girl, Andy and I arenât mad.â
âBut what about my daddy? Are you going to tell him?â You werenât. But eventually if Audrey kept feeling comfortable with Andy, and letting that title slip, he would know.
âDo you want me to?â She shakes her swiftly, and buries herself into your chest. âNo. But I also think you should call Andy whatever feels natural. You naturally called him that because at that moment thatâs what he felt like to you. Baby, Andy adores and loves you, and doesn't not care what you call him. Unless itâs something like poppy head,â Audrey giggles, finally lifting up from your body.
âWhat about daddy?â She pouts. No matter what, this little girl adores her dad, and sheâs already over concerned about Scottâs opinion. âWonât he be mad?â
âWe donât have to tell daddy if you donât want to. Daddy never has to know. I donât want you to stress about this. Youâre four, almost five,â Scott is going to keep on and turn your precious child into a neurotic clam.
Her little fingers pet over your shirt, looking like sheâs up to something. Her sly smile is so cute that you just want to give her a hard kiss on her cheek. âCan we go to Paris for my birthday?â
âNo,â you answer quickly. Traveling out of the country with âScottâs childrenâ would be out of the question. Going to Paris before her birthday would be even more so with planning alone. âPick somewhere else to go.â
âNini and Poppyâs?â
âThatâs what Iâm hoping to do for Thanksgiving. What about something around here?â
A finger taps on her chin, humming so sweetly while she thinks. âCan we go to the aquarium, and soft play, and then pizza, and then go to a movie?â
âI think that sounds like a magical day. Who do you want to go?â
âOur family,â you want to squeeze her so tight. Her sweetness comes out of her, and you need to preserve these little moments. âYou, and me, and Suedey, and Andy,â you nod your head. Pressing a kiss to her forehead before placing her back in her seat. Sheâs making you oddly over emotional, and it feels so confusing and overwhelming, and you love it.
âAudrey, you are the cutest, most sweetest little girl Iâve ever met, you know that?â
âYes, I do,â she gives you a little giggle, returning to her PlayDoh. You happen to glance at it a moment. âIs this what the judgeâs bench looks like,â you finally understand Andyâs frustration with this.
âAudi, why donât you make a cupcake instead.â
âNo, I gotta learn.â
Waking up without the kids feels so awful. Yes, you have your wonderful boyfriend-fiance, and you refuse to call him fiance until he gives you a ring. And while waking up without them at home with you is better with Andy, due to the distraction, but it still sucked. The only good thing is having Andy prance around nearly naked.
He loves to keep the doors locked, the blinds closed, and walk around with his cock out all day. Itâs like heâs teasing you. And you have no problem partaking. He really likes it when youâre naked or at least topless. Especially topless cooking, like now.
Youâre being cheeky teenagers again, except without so many restrictions. Standing over the pot of soup, you giggle as Andy comes up behind you with his hands on your tits. He looks over your shoulders softly petting around your nipple. His smile is infectious as he pebbles the sensitive skin. âYouâre so,â a lewd moan ripples through your throat, and you back your ass into his cock.
âFuck me.â
âSensitive,â Andy gives your nipples a hard pinch, and twirls you around to look at him, and you immediately cup his cock, and he meets your energy, except he shoves two fingers into your warmth, and you whimper, âYouâre fucking soaked,â heâs shocked at how ready you are for him.
âIâm fucking horny,â you whine, grinding over his fingers like a bitch in heat. Youâre so needy for him right now.
âYeah, no shit, Doe. You are leaking out, and making a mess on your thighs. What has got you worked up?â His voice is laced with so much hunger for you. My god, this man and that cock you can have whenever you want. And you want immediately. âYouâre so fucking messy.â
You canât stop it. Thereâs something about his voice that sounds accusatory. And youâre fucking horny. You want to have sex, you donât want to have a lecture. The soup is simmering and not ready. The kids arenât here. And you want to be fucked so hard you fall asleep again.
âMaybe if my boyfriend didnât walk around the damn house with his dick swinging around,â he grimaces at the word boyfriend and the way you emphasized it. âGet hard!â
âMake me,â youâre a bit irritated at him, but not enough to refuse making him hard. You sink to your knees, and take his hardening cock into your hand. You kiss over his member. Looking up at him with the sweetest face that you can muster. Youâre not sweet. Youâre a goddamn whore for Andy Barber.
âYou are a horny little slut, hmm?â Shimmying your shoulders, you nod your head with a smile. Sucking his cock into your mouth so you can suck and use your tongue to massage him. Moaning as he turns to steel in your mouth. âFuck. You seriously are a master with your mouth. My fiance looks amazing just like this. Taking my cock just like she was made to do.â
What? You pull off his cock slowly, and stare up at him scowling, âWhat?â He asks, mouth hanging open looking at you.
âSeriously?â
He furrows his brows, and you lose patience. Leaning back on your heels, he asks that stupid question again, âWhat, Doe?â You donât say anything, just move to stand. âNo. You stay and talk to me. What is your deal?â
Your deal? He grabs your arm, but you shrug him off, and march away from him. âDoe!â You keep walking away from him, but he doesnât let up. Using your real name, and it hurts for some reason. The vitriol reaction you have to hearing him say a name that everyone calls you. Doe is special to him. His little deer.
âDo not call me that, Andy Barber!â
âI seriously have no idea what is going on right now,â of course he wouldnât. Because he didnât understand anything. And currently neither do you.
âUgh!â Spinning back on your heels, you walk away. Again. Heading towards the bedroom. The two of you look utterly ridiculous; you wearing nothing but cheeky panties, and him completely nude with a hard on. Serves him right. Maybe he can have blue balls because the free show is over now. He needs to gravel, and plead.
âI sound stupid!â You scream at yourself, and you fall onto the bed like a petulant child. You sound like a toddler, and still you canât stop the weird feeling. Itâs not anger as much as itâs complete frustration. You canât make it stop. You want to be fucked. You want Andy to propose like he said he would. You want to move and live in a house that doesnât have Scottâs name on it. You want your children to quit leaving you every other weekend.
You want Scott to quit throwing lame excuses over your head trying to scare and threaten you. You want him to stop fighting for full custody. You donât want him to even have joint custody. You want your babies. And you want them with you and Andy.
âBaby,â Andy coos on your back. He peppers kisses all over your back, and you cry more. Youâre trying to be mad at him! âHoney, tell me whatâs wrong?â
âI hate him,â he doesnât have to see your face to know your crying. Your trembling body tells him.
âThatâs not what set this off. Tell me what made you angry at first,â was it not Scott? Or is everything just rushing at you at once?
âYouâre a liar,â you sound like a child. Audrey doesnât whine as much as you are.
âI am not.â
âYou said you were going to propose for real, and you havenât,â make it stop. Go back to blaming Scott. You sound like an entitled asshole. Andy said he had a ring, and he said he was going to propose, and he will.
âI called you my fiance,â his voice is so soft, and understanding, but it kind of ticks you off again, and you try to resist. You donât want to make things worse.
âAnd I hate it here. I hate that he takes our babies away every other weekend, and I only get to see their faces a little bit. Or when Suede tries to text from his âminiâ iPad, and itâs just emojis. And I love that you help him potty. And Iâm so horny,â Andy chuckles on your back. He uses his feet to push legs apart.
His thick fingers start teasing through your weeping cunt, and another alarm goes off, âYouâre trying to change the subject.â
âYou just said you were horny, so Iâm going to fuck you, and then we can talk about everything else like adults.â
âYou fuck me from behind to much,â he growls. Actually growls on your body. âAndy!â His hands grip you tight before flipping you over on your back, and stepping in between your legs. He moves aside your panties, and you know how stupid it sounds inside your head, but you canât stop it. âAre you seriously trying to fuck me like some bitch you met at the club without taking her panties off?â
He gives you the most angry grin youâve ever seen. Tight lipped and irritated when he rips the damn things off, âThose were my favorite panties.â
âNo, they werenât,â you gawk at him. âNo. No, they werenât. Your favorite ones are those pink ones. They cover your full ass, and thereâs something about the way they just donât move on your body, so youâre not tugging them around all day,â you really gawk at him. Heâs right. âAnd when we sleep, your ass cheeks hang out just the tiniest bit and I want to bite each one. So not only are they comfortable on you, they look amazing on, or on the floor.â
Andy crashes into your whiny ass warmth, and your back lifts off the bed. âNow, I donât know what set you off, or why youâre being so unreasonable but I want to talk about it.â
âI want you to fuck me!â He pulls himself all the way out before slamming into so hard. âFuck me!â
âI am!â He does it again. And again until your eyes start to crash. âI am your partner, and I want to listen to whatâs bothering you.â
âEverything!â He stalls his movements, before leaning over you. His hands in a fist to hold his weight off you just enough. But you want to feel him on you. You want to feel that slight pressure and weight, and know that heâs there, âEverything. I donât know how to explain it, and I donât know how to talk about it. I spent so many years sucking up my problems because I didnât have a real job, and he did. You donât want to hear about my problems because youâre busier than me.â
âI do,â you shake your head no, but Andy grips onto your chin tightly. His hips slowly push and pull him out of your warmth. You really are a damn teenager. Canât have an adult conversation without needing your boyfriend-fiancĂŠâs cock inside of you, and all you can do is cry and shake your head. âDoe, I want to hear everything. We are partners. When you donât feel well, I don't feel well. I want you to be happy because that makes my days better.â
âI donât want him to have our babies,â you said it again without any hesitation. You want Andy to have your children. You would ask him to adopt them today if you knew it was possible.
He nods his head. His rhythm is still so steady, âThe custody hearing is getting closer,â it isnât a question, but you nod your head. He knows thatâs part of whatâs bothering you, âHoney, Iâm not going to let anyone take the kids from us.â
âYou canât promise that,â Andy leans forward, and kisses each cheek, pulling back you notice the shine on his lips. âDid you just kiss my tears away?â
âI did. Thatâs what I want. I want to kiss away all your tears, and I want us to be okay. I canât help you if you donât tell me,â tears steadily flow down your face, and he keeps kissing over your cheeks, and it doesnât help. Except those tears stop hurting so much. Youâre now crying because youâre so happy with the right partner. âHoney, I love you.â
âI love you,â your words bubble over. Heâs so perfect, and youâre just not. Youâre not a superhuman, youâre not the thinnest, the most beautiful, the smartest, but you know youâre a damn good mom, and you were a good wife to an asshole. But you could be the best wife to Andy. âI want to marry you.â
âYouâve got to get divorced first,â you snort. Finally sounding happier than sadder. He smiles, kissing you gently. âIâll marry you the day after if thatâs what you want.â
âIt was always you,â you may sound silly. You two may argue over the stupidest things. But it was always him. âIâm sorry that Iâm a child sometimes.â
âYouâre normally not,â he bites his lip as he pounds into you quickly. âNow, hold â fucking hell!â He yells, slamming his hand on your phone. âYouâre answering it.â
âYou are fucking me,â giggling, you read his name, and know why Andy wants you to answer.
âAnd Iâll keep fucking you. So you better listen to little Scottie the first time,â whimpering, you shake your head no.
âJust finish quickly.â
âI donât want to, I want to take my time. Answer it.â
Groaning, you click on the phone, âHey,â Andy is an asshole. He keeps a slow rhythm into your body. âWhat are you needing?â
âWhy do you sound sniffly?â
âMy allergies have been irritating me lately,â you can feel his eyes roll, âWhatâs up?â
âTaylor is wanting to throw Audrey a party,â he blurts out. You donât hate Taylor. But you donât think Taylor is capable of throwing Audrey a birthday party either. Plus, sheâs got the celebration one in her classroom, and doesnât love large crowds. âShe wants to give her a party at an event center with clowns.â
âSheâs terrified of clowns, and characters in costumes,â she likes her characters 2D.
âSheâs not over that yet?â
âAre you over your fear of sharks?â Scott huffs. âIâm listening. What else?â Andy pistons into your body so hard that you have to slap your hand over your mouth to keep a sound of deep satisfaction from escaping. âJerk!â
âJust have Taylorâs family,â why? âAnd a few kids from her classroom,â a few can range to a large number. âShe wants a caterer.â
âFor a five year old?â You already see what Taylor is doing. She wants her family there, so she can show off how much her boyfriend can spend on silly little things like a birthday party.
âNot everybody wants to make everything by hand like you, Ms. Perfect,â you know Andy is aware of everything that Scott is saying. Itâs why he grits his teeth as he pounds into your body balls deep, and lets the tip of his cock settle against your cervix sweetly. âWhat are you doing?â
âNothing,â just having the best sex with the deepest penetration.
âYouâre panting.â
âI just got off the treadmill,â just getting fucked.
âHoney, itâs not baby weight anymore, Suede is two,â another harsh move into you, and Andyâs face starts to turn red. Angry with Scottâs unnecessary harsh words.
âShe wants to go to Paris.â
âAbsolutely not. Iâm not paying for that shit.â
You roll your eyes. Scott seriously didnât understand, nor were you asking him to pay for anything. âSheâs obsessed with Madeline. Why not do a Parisian theme. But for fuckâs sake, can the two of you make sure that Suede can have everything there? You know how kids are.â
âYou could keep him that day.â
Andy bites your neck slightly too hard, âOw.â
âWhat?â Andy growls on your skin. âOh god, did I upset Andrew?â No, heâs pissing you off.
âYou upset me. Either Suede goes, or you donât need to throw a party for Audrey,â he starts to say something, but you speak louder, âThatâs his sister, and you know the special bond that they have. Either you include Suede in the festivities, or you donât do it. Audrey will want to talk about it, and it wonât be fair to our son.â
âHeâs fucking two years old, he wonât remember it.â
You lift up on your elbows, throwing all caution to the wind when you grab Andyâs ass, and pull him deeper into you. You wink at your fiance. âDo you think he doesnât know the disdain that you have for him? How you wonât even spend the goddamn time to help him pee in the potty while heâs there? Do you think Audrey doesnât tell me about the giggling you and Taylor did when he cried because he had an accident that smelled. Shit stinks, you asshole. Even your precious Taylorâs. So either you have a party that Suede can fully be a part of, or donât bother throwing a party that she doesnât even want anyways.â
Andy moans, and Scott whispers an expletive. You hope that Scott knows that youâre getting ground into with the biggest cock right now. Andy pushes into you faster. Harder. âIs there a problem, Scott?â
âYou can be a bitch sometimes. Just didnât realize it until after we split.â
âAnd you can be an asshole sometimes. I always knew it, but I overlooked it for some reason. And if I ever hear about you and Taylor making a comment about Suedeâs shitty diaper againâŚâ Andy pushes into you so hard, your eyes roll into the back of your head. You canât make threats. âHeâs a baby, and we are teaching him to potty train. If you donât want to change diapers, do the same at your house.â
âHeâs with you more.â
âConsistency is the key. Is that all?â His side is silent, minus the heavy breathing. You can hear his finger tapping on something. His annoying fucking habit when he gets angry. Fucking asshole. Heâs a little bitch. Having to make a two year old feel bad for an accident in his diaper to make him feel superior.
âAudrey shouldnât â are you,â he pauses. Youâve stunned him into silence, and he doesnât even know what to say, âWhat do you want?â
âI want you to treat both our children the same. I want you to treat Suede like heâs your son, and that you love him. I want you to be just as proud of him as you are of Audrey. I want you to stop pushing the responsibilities of our children onto Taylor. I want my son to come home happy. I donât want him to see me, and not want to let go of me for a few hours. Mmm,â Andy really is an asshole for pushing into you so deep that you canât stop the sound of bliss.
Scott knows. He knows that Andy is giving it to you so good, and when you get off the phone that Andy is going to fuck you like a slut. âAndy told you to write,â he sighs. Yes, Andy and you have been writing down every indiscretion to your children that he does, âI just canât connect with him.â
âWhat are you saying?â Your fingers dig into Andyâs ass. You're angry. Youâre pissed. Youâre ready to kill your ex.
âI donât,â heâs choosing his words carefully. You wish he would just rip the bandaid off. âHeâs not an easy child. Audrey is. I had bonding time with her. And thenâŚâ
âAnd then my postpartum depression cramped your sex life. And then our son became the number one man in my life. And then our son was sick all the time. You never even tried to connect with him. You never even noticed that I was drowning. All you cared about was getting your dick wet. So my advice to you is to make sure you donât knock Taylor up, because you canât handle anything with a penis being put above you. Is that all?â
âFuck you. You are so self righteous. You act like youâre the perfect fucking parent, and nobody is ever going to compare to you. I hope Andy enjoys trying to please someone who is impossible to please,â you moan again. Having to bite on Andyâs arm. âYou fucking slut. How dare you fuck that asshole while youâre talking to me!â
âMy fucking slut,â Andy grunts before reaching to your phone, and ending the call. âAfter this court hearing, and when itâs determined about the kids,â he stops himself. His thrusts are angry. âDo you realize I want to,â you cover his mouth with your hand, shaking your head.
âDo not say that. I just want our,â you smile at him, letting him know that itâs not an accident when you say our, âbabies. Oh god,â he ruts into you, and your body becomes soft for him. Pliable to his every move, and you stare at the man that didnât even have to try, and he reached your âimpossibleâ standards. Scott is wrong. And youâre never going to allow him to hurt your self esteem ever again.
The only thing you want is to know that your babies are safe, and in a loving environment. And if he canât provide that for them, he might as well just give up trying to fight for them. He only fights for them because it hurts you. But his fight is becoming stale. The only thing heâs holding onto is his pride. Knowing that Audrey could be his legacy, and never thinking that his son could. He wants you to hurt. He wants to shove something in Andyâs face. And all at the expense of his children.
One of these days, heâll give up on the fight. And when he does, you know that Andy wonât hesitate to pick up those pieces, and be willing to adopt both children, and legally become their father. Itâs in knowing a man. Itâs knowing that even when youâre acting ridiculous in an argument, that Andy isnât going to stop. That heâs not going to make some snarky comment that kills your self worth.
He crashes his lips into yours, and the two of you pant. Breathing in each otherâs air. Entangling your bodies together in the most beautiful sin. One of these days you wonât have to worry about these conversations. You wonât have to worry about the bane of your existence. Youâll be able to sleep every other weekend because you know that your children are in a safe home.
He presses his forehead against yours while he drives his cock into you so hard. Fusing his body with yours. You canât look away from his beautiful eyes. Canât think of anything more besides the fact that Andy is the most beautiful human. Andy is the epitome of a perfect man. Not just in looks, even though he really is the best. But the fact that he isnât toxic, and heâs all man.
His eyes darken, and his body tightens, âIâm there, Andy.â
âI know, honey,â his salacious moan has your body setting on fire. Heâs so vocal during sex that you never have to worry if it truly feels good for him, or if youâre just âdoing your wifely dutiesâ. âI feel your walls pulsing around me. Squeezing me so tight. Let. Go,â breathing him in, you let every wall fall down as euphoria races through you. Your cunt clenches down around him, and you mewl out his name. Thick. Hot ropes of cum shoot into your pussy, and Andyâs body melts on top of your own.
You just breathe. You soak him all up. Every last drop of him. This will be the one that takes. You know it will be. You furrow your brows as you look up at the ceiling. Counting in your head. Are you even ovulating? Are you�
âHey,â he pops up from your chest, smiling, and you forget all the counting. Heâs so pretty after sex. âTomorrow when we go to pick up the kids. Thereâs somewhere special I want to show you.â
âWhat is it?â
âItâs a surprise.â
âAndy!â
âDoe!â
âDaddy!â He covers your mouth with his hand.
âWoman, being called daddy by you is not my thing. I know youâre doing it to make me cringe. But I just had the best sex of my life, and pissed off a little wanna be man in the process. Let me revel in that fact, and also the fact that your cunt is so full of me that your eyes are swimming,â you shake your head no. His hand is still covering you, but he knows you're smiling.
âYeah, youâre swimming in Andy cum and Andy dick.â
âI love swimming in Andy.â
âAndy just loves you,â and with that, he kisses you softly. Savoring the different taste of you after sex. He could tell you about all the things that are different about you, but heâll save it. He wonât be able to save it for too much longer. Youâre just being too silly and stressed to realize.
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Songs of Sorrow - Ch. 15
Rancher!AU || Boothill x Fem!Reader || Slowburn, Drama
You wake up in soft sheets, feeling significantly dryer and cleaner than you know you should. You start to sit up, startled by the feeling of an arm on your hip pulling you back in. You make to scream, fully intending to escape when you realise that itâs Boothill laying with you, shirtless. Now you want to scream for a different reason, body warm with a blush.Â
âYouâre finally awake. Good. Now stay in bed until I can be sure your temperature is regular. I had to wrestle you out of your clothes and then into bed.âÂ
You peer down and sure enough youâre wearing different clothes than the one you left in, slowly realising that he had fully stripped you down. You cover your body as though thatâd change anything, Boothillâs face reddening a little as he turns his face away from you.Â
âI didnât stare or nothinâ. I just didnât want your symptoms to get worse by being left in cold clothes. I couldnât wash you proper either - you can take a bath when youâre feelinâ better. I just got a lukewarm towel to wash the grime off your body so you could be a little more comfortable in bed.âÂ
His explanation speeds up at the end and you get the sense that heâs trying to justify his actions towards you. You trust him, thankfully, but that still doesnât explain why heâs in bed with you.Â
âThen this is part of my treatment?â you ask him, pointing between the two of you.Â
âBody heat is a good source of heat. Iâm sweatinâ my balls off but if that means your body is gettinâ warmer thatâs all that matters,â he laughs. Â
You shift around curiously, glad to brush up against the loose flannel of his pyjama pants. Without thinking you brush up against him closer, just chasing his warmth. He wraps his arms around your waist as you come closer to him. Your leg wraps around his, brushing back his bangs as you admire his face up close.
Out of the corner of your eye you see a beautiful bouquet sitting on your bedside table. He watches the path your eyes take, smiling tenderly at you as you admire the petals from your spot on the bed. You feel his hand rest on your hip, offering you a soft look.Â
âI gotcha some flowers,â he says quietly. âTo make up for the fact that I was never able to give them to you the last night of your show.âÂ
âYou didnât have to do all of that,â you say quietly, resting your hand on his cheek.Â
âYouâre the one clinging to me right now,â he says just as softly, trying not to show you how much your touch is affecting him.Â
âI've told you so many times by now. It doesnât matter what youâre trying to tell me that I donât need to, or that you didnât want me to save you - I mean it when I say Iâm going to protect you.âÂ
âBut why?â you continue to insist.Â
âI have money on my head and you donât really benefit from having me live with you. If anything, all I do is put you in danger.â
âAnd if I didnât care about you then you would have been turned in a long time ago.â
The words hang between the two of you, your eyes widening a little. You want to believe that he means those words in a way that makes your heart flutter. Heâs always been affectionate with you so thereâs no reason to think of this any differently, shaking your head as you start to turn to face away from him.Â
âBoothilL, I appreciate everything youâve done for me, really. You deserve better than this. Far better than someone coming in here, taking advantage of your kindness then making you risk hypothermia by running from you.â
He laughs again, shaking his head as his eyes begin to trail the lines of your face. You hold your breath as his knuckle begins to trace the path his eyes took, pausing in your movements.Â
âYou think I deserve better? WellâŚthatâs a first for me.âÂ
His smile fades a little.Â
âI dunno if Iâll ever find better. As far as Iâm concerned, youâre the only thing I could ever want.â
You feel the bed shift as he slowly pulls you under him. Your hands go to rest against his chest, staring up at him breathlessly as his hand slips under your neck to cradle your head. Again, his eyes do that thing where they stare at you as though youâre the most precious thing in his world and your heart tries to tell you that thereâs truth in the sweet names he calls you.Â
He leans down to you, noses gently brushing as his eyes drift down to your lips.Â
âIâve never really wanted anything for the last little while. Tends to happen when you lose everything you care about in an instant.â
âBoothill I -âÂ
âHush pretty. Just let me think about what Iâm tryna tell you. Iâm not any good with words.âÂ
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, messing with the hair on the nape of his neck. It seems to disarm him in some way, his muscles relaxing with your touch. He still seems more focused on your lips than anything else, gasping softly when your lips part wordlessly.Â
A quick look of deliberation crosses his face before he presses his lips to yours. Theyâre rough, strong, just like him but the press of them is so gentle it makes your mind spin. You make a soft noise of surprise when he pulls back far too quickly. His touch sends chills through your body, every cell in your body tuned to him.
âI know I ainât nothinâ but an ex-convict who shouldnât even be dirtyinâ your hands with me but just know Iâd give you everything if you just gave me the chance,â he says softly, pressing your foreheads together.Â
âBoothill, what are you saying?âÂ
You canât imagine Boothill being a criminal on the run, that confession somehow sidelining the very real confession of his feelings that he gave you. Somehow, he picks up on the fact that thatâs what youâre referring to, sitting up a little to create distance between you two.Â
âIâm not a good person,â he says softly.Â
âI was a bounty hunter. A damn good one at that. Was the only way I knew to make money after an accident took outâŚeverything.âÂ
You bite back the question burning on the tip of your tongue, knowing that prying too much into his past might scare him off and youâd hate to lose him now that youâve got him so close.Â
âYouâre the one who deserves so much better than me. I donâtâŚI shouldnât even be touching you like this.â
He starts to climb off of you. You start to panic, realising that you might actually lose him if you donât make a move. Your arms wrap around his shoulders again, tugging him back down close enough for your breaths to intermingle.
âNoâŚwaitâŚIâm still cold.â
Your hands cup his cheeks as you lean in to kiss him harder. His hands come back to your body, holding your hips in place as he comes back to straddle you. The weight of his body is so comforting to you, feeling your core light up as he warms you up with the heat of his passion.Â
âWait, darlinâ, shouldnât we slow down?â he asks breathlessly, desperation in his eyes despite his words.Â
âWhy would we? You told me you were lying here to warm me up. Iâm simply asking you for more of your medical attention,â you mutter, winding your fingers through his hair as you pull him back down for a needy kiss.Â
His hands are gentle as they begin to roam your body, tentatively mapping out the contours of your shape. Youâre forced to pull back from the lack of air, biting your lip as Boothill starts to trail his kisses down your lips to your chest. Your mind starts to spin as he showers you in attention, body heating up. You donât even feel the chill of the air anymore now that youâre quickly being buried by the weight of his body.Â
âI mean it darlinâ,â he says again, a pleading look in his eyes despite the fact that heâs trying to stop himself.Â
âYou shouldnâtâŚweâŚI meanâŚdo you really want this?â
âAm I not supposed to?â you ask quietly, teasing the hair at the nape of his neck.Â
âI want you. However that looks to you, I want it. Please.â
Your voice cracks on the last word, not realising until right now how badly you needed him. You think your desire pales his in comparison as you whimper for his attention, pulling him back down to kiss him again. His hands start to trail up your shirt, large palms gently ghosting over your chest as his thumbs gently brush against your nipples. It makes you gasp sharply, biting his lip in surprise from the sensation.Â
âYouâre so sensitive,â he laughs against your lips, looking at you darkly.Â
âAre you gonna make sweet noises like that the entire time? How am I gonna hold myself from destroying you?âÂ
âMaybe donât hold back then,â you sigh, arching into his chest as he continues to tease your nipples with the rough pads of his thumb.
âWhat ifâŚI want you to ruin me?âÂ
A low moan slips past your lips as he brings his hand down to cup you. You buck against his hand, clit hitting against the heel of his palm. The teasing sensation makes you clench slightly over nothing. His finger teases against your slit, running along your pussy.Â
âYou canât say somethinâ like that. Itâll really get me goinâ.âÂ
He continues to kiss you dumb as his fingers continue to tease you. Instinctively, you spread your legs to accommodate his body. It makes it easier for him to rub against you, hips bucking against his palm as he slowly slips his fingers inside of you. The moan that you give him is music to his ears, Boothillâs heart pounding in his chest.Â
His fingers move sensually against you, each stroke drawing out another sweet noise of pleasure. Heâs surprisingly gentler than you expected him to be, trying to focus on the way he looks at you but inadvertently giving him the most adorable blissed out look. Nothing he conjured up in his imagination could top this and heâs doing his best to restrain the urge to just hold you in place and have his way with you.Â
You can feel the insistent press of his cock against your thigh, mind running wild as you imagine what itâd feel like to have him inside of you. He shudders lowly as you move against him, writhing as he feels your wetness start to coat his fingers. Your breath comes in short gasps, Boothill nuzzling against your throat as he gently coos at you.Â
âYouâre close, huh? Just keep goinâ doll - let go for me, I know you want to.âÂ
Your nails dig lightly into his shoulders as your hips continue to buck into him, moaning his name softly as your orgasm slowly washes over you. He looks up at you from his spot against your neck, gently bringing his kisses back up to your lips as he steals the breath out of your lungs. You feel him push your shorts off of you, laughing softly.Â
âI thought I needed to stay warm. What are you doing?â you ask breathlessly, shuddering a little at the chill in the room against your bare skin.Â
âMaking you warm,â he growls before pressing a hungry kiss against your throat. Â
You feel him lift your thighs to rest against his waist, pulling his pants down just enough to let his cock slap against his stomach. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, drops of precum sliding down the flushed tip as he leans over your body once again. He takes your hands in his, pinning them on the pillow over your head as he grinds lightly against you.Â
âOne more time. Youâre okay with all of this, right?â he asks gently, slowly bringing his hand back down to guide his cock against your slit.Â
You nod eagerly, bringing your free hand against his hip to press him further against you. He laughs at the action, brushing your noses together as he slides inside of you. The gasp you reward him with makes his cock twitch, watching your reaction carefully as he brings your hand back up to join the other.Â
You squeeze his hands tightly as the press of him inside of you makes you melt. Just the tip feels like a little too much, eyes screwing shut in a pleasurable haze. Youâre about to say something when he kisses you gently. It makes your heart burst and distracts you just enough for the next gentle rock of his hips to press him fully inside of you. He slowly bottoms out, slotting your hips together and gauging your pleasure by how tightly you squeeze his hands.Â
âOh God, Boothill,â you mutter under your breath when he reaches your pelvis, throwing your head back as he starts to slowly rock against you.Â
âYouâre beautiful like this,â he says dazedly, focused on the way you feel pulsing around his cock.Â
âDonât say stuff like that itâll make me-âÂ
Your words are cut off as he picks up his pace, already having felt the way you clenched again at the sweet comment he gave you. Youâre not ready for him to lean down against you, mouth right up against your ear as he starts to whisper sweet nothings.Â
They all go straight to your core, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter around him as his cock hits all the right spots inside of you. Your eyes screw shut as you continue to whimper and moan his name, your noises drowned out by the slightly rougher pace he starts to take.Â
âIâm sorry my love. I just - I canât hold back anymore,â he grunts, letting go of your hands to bring them down to your hips.Â
He holds you in place as his pace has you seeing stars, letting your nails dig down the expanse of his broad back as you feel another climax beginning to crest. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist as you call out for him one final time. The feeling of your orgasm has Boothill cumming as well, pulling out as he spills against your stomach with quick jerks of his hand to the sight of your writhing.Â
You stare up at him, face warm with arousal and satisfaction as you catch your breath. He stares down at you looking equally as devoted as he presses his hand against your forehead.Â
âWell if that doesnât make you warm enough I donât know what else to do.â
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Marc Spector x afab!Reader ⢠Rating: PG pals Masterlistâ˘Â ao3â˘Â want to be tagged? | request info ⢠buy me a coffee? ⢠ask-travaganza masterlist â˘
Summary: Marc worries about you.
Warnings: Fluff, cuddles, mention of surgery, Marc worrying, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!
Word Count:Â 389
Marc had asked you if you needed anything so many times now that the words were blurring together in his mind.Â
He wanted to do something, anything that could be even remotely helpful. He hated seeing you in pain, hated it. And even though it was technically for a good reason, hopefully to make things better, it still twisted and stuck in his chest and made it hard for him to take a full breath.Â
You were asleep on the bed, taking a nap. You looked peaceful, calm, not like youâd just been sliced open. He shivers and tries not to think about it.Â
It was strange, his own wounds, even before Khonsu, were nothing. You yourself had told him it wasnât even that big of a deal, something he had scoffed at and then called you superhuman. But the idea of you being wounded, you being cut, stitches lining your skin.
Too much. Too much. Too much.Â
Marc goes and takes the glass of water on the bedside table, the one you had only taken a few sips from and was barely an hour old, and goes to the kitchen to get you a fresh one. He pours the water onto some house plants, so as not to waste it, cleans the glass, dries it, and then carries it back to you.Â
Your eyes crack open as he steps closer and he winces.
âMarc?â You mutter sleepily.Â
âSorry, baby, sorry,â he puts the glass down quickly. âDidnât mean to wake you up, are you thirsty? Hungry? Can IâŚ?â
You smack the side of the bed a few times, shuffling over slightly and frowning as the action pulls a little on your stitches.Â
âHey, hey,â he rushes over, his voice calm and soft despite how his fingers shake. âItâs okay, whatâs up?â
âCome and lay down with me.â You mutter, pulling gently on his arm.Â
âI donât want to hurt-â
âDonât make me get up and pull you into bed, Spector.â You say with closed eyes.
He swallows and climbs in instantly, kicking off his slippers and laying perfectly still and straight like a corpse.Â
You tut playfully at him as you snuggle into his side, and kindly force him to relax into your embrace.
He kisses the top of your head, his rapid heartbeat slowing as you settle.Â
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# SOUL REAPER ICHIGO PT . |||
sexual content , both 18, virgin ichigo x reader , unprotected sex , cowgirl , pet names, praise kink , size kink , cum eating , oral (m, receiving) , dom (fem,reader) , sub (ichigo).
NOT PROOFREAD. sorry for any errors
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soul reaper ichigo - who was actually listing to the whole conversation and he was leaning against a wall in the hallway, his mind still thinking about you. the sight of you always made his stomach flutter, and his heart beat faster, but it was all overridden by the sadness and heartbreak he felt. he looked miserable.. his eyes spotted you walk out of the classroom, making his heart skip a beat. he began to panic.. unsure if he should come over and make an attempt to talk to you. he wanted to.. he really did.. but he felt so defeated and miserable, he didnât want to get hurt any more.
â hey.. can i talk to you for a minute..?â he finally took a breath and gathered the courage to walk up to you. just being this close to you made him feel.. so many things, but he tried to hide them.
you stood there awkwardly for a couple seconds before nodding slowly. he let out a small breath, silently thanking god that you actually answered him. he glanced around for a minute, noticing a couple of people passing by, before grabbing your wrist and gently guiding you into a nearby empty classroom. once in the empty classroom, he let your wrist go, shutting the door behind him before he turned to look at you. he took a breath, trying to find the right words to say.*
âi.. uh.. i need to ask you something.. if thatâs alright..?â
â what is it ichigoâŚâ you let out a sigh after all these days we were finally speaking to each other. he took a small breath, noticing the tone of annoyance in your voice, but he ignored it for now. He leaned his back against the wall, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked at you
â how.. how have you been doing..? after.. yâknow- we broke up..â
â reallyâŚ.? thatâs what you wanted to know.. you know what we can have a conversation when youâre actually ready and are not beating around the bushâŚâ you scoffed about to walk away from since you thought weâre gonna have a real discussion.
soul reaper ichigo - who he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back before you could walk away. he wasnât done yet.. he didnât want you to leave yet. not again..
â alright, alright.. fine..â he mumbled, before looking at you, his heart pounding in his chest.
â fine.! we can please talk about you keeping secrets ichigo..! like youâre always with chad , uryu , ruika and orihime.! did you even ever like me..?!â you said confused trying your best to control your emotions.
he frowned, the sudden realization that you felt left out and like he didnât like to hit him.. his heart hurt knowing you felt that way.. â of course i like, love you! y-youâre my girlfriend..â
he stopped, thinking for a moment on whether or not to tell you about him being a soul reaper.. but him and his other friends already knew.
â weâre not even dating ⌠anymore ichigo..â you mumbled
soul reaper ichigo - who felt a pang in his chest when you mentioned you werenât even dating anymore.. it was a reality he didnât like to accept.
â youâre right⌠weâre not..â he mumbled in response, his heart feeling heavy as he looked at you.
â right⌠so whatâs the point of even talking about it if youâre just keeping your secrets from me..â
he let out a small hiss of frustration, his hands clenched into fists, before he closed his eyes for a minute. he couldnât keep it a secret for longer..
â alright.. alright fine.. i have a secret.. and you need to promise you wonât freak out when i tell you..â your eyes lit up as he promised to finally tell you the truth.
he took a breath, his heart pounding in his chest. this.. was big. *like my dick-pause*. it could change everything, but he needed you to know..*
â promise me you canât freak out when i tell you.. please..â *he repeated, looking at you with a serious yet slightly nervous look in his eyes.*
â okay.. i-i promise ichigoâŚâ
soul reaper ichigo - whoâs nodded slowly, silently praying to the god youâd actually keep your word. he knew how itâd go.. youâd either call him a liar or freak out and leave.. he knew better than to think youâd believe him right off the bat.
â alright.. just.. trust me on this.. and donât.. freak out..â he repeated one final time, before taking another deep breath.
â iâm a soul reaper..â
â ⌠â
he looked at you for a moment, silently looking for any indication as to how youâd react.. but since you said nothing, he took it as a chance to continue.
â y-youâre not.. saying anything.. which, iâll admit, is a little scary..â he mumbled, slightly nervous and scared of your possible reaction.
â a s-soul reaperâŚ?â
he nodded slowly, before taking a breath once more, preparing himself for any questions or any possible outburst.
â yeah .. a soul reaper. one of the soul society.. yâknow- the afterlife?â
soul reaper ichigo - who before he could finish his sentence you immediately pushed your lips against his. all thoughts in his head came to a sudden stop, every bit of worry or anxiety he felt about your reaction gone in the blink of an eye. all he felt was your lips against his and the shock of the sudden kiss, but he slowly but surely began to melt into it, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.
your hands on his face you cupped his jaw as you pushed him down to your height making the kiss even more deeper.
a small, quiet moan escaped his lips as he gave into the heat of the kiss, pulling you even closer so your body was pressed against his own. He could feel his chest fill with a burning heat that he felt only around you, pushing his hands under your shirt and trailing them up your bare back. heâd missed this.. heâd missed you so much..
you also moaned into the kiss your tongue exploding his mouth basically sticking your tongue down his throat.
he couldnât get enough of you. holding you like this, your tongue against his.. it was absolutely euphoric for him. as his thoughts became more hazy with need and want for you, he pushed you against a wall, his hands running all over your body as he deepened the kiss even more, practically wanting to devour you completely.
your hands let go of jaw and slowly moved down to the hem of his pants.
he froze for a moment as he felt your hand trail down his body, his mind immediately going into a panic on what exactly you were trying to do. He tried his best to keep focused on the kiss, not wanting to lose that feeling, but he could feel his body heating up and could feel himself already getting excited.
you finally pulled away after the hot long steamy kiss but your lips still touching as your hands slid into his pants not knowing he was a virgin.
soul reaper ichigo - who let out a small moan the moment your hand slid into his pants, and his eyes widened slowly as he realized what you were trying to do. he was absolutely embarrassed and extremely flustered, having never done anything like this before.
âw-wait- â
he started to say in protest, the words coming out in a small stutter as he tried to control his own excitement and desire for you.
â then be quiet for me okay..?â you said quietly as your hands slowly moved into his boxers.
his face was completely red now, and his breathing was erratic and heavy as he nodded slowly, completely at your mercy as he desperately tried to keep any sounds in.
â y-yeah.. iâll be.. quiet..â he responded back in a small, embarrassed and slightly shaky voice.
â s-but be quick about it..â
â you rushing meâŚ?â you smiled a bit as your warm hands finally touched his dick.
he inhaled sharply and let out a small gasp, his body shuddering slightly from the feeling. he was already at full attention, needy and desperate for you.. but he didnât care. In that moment, he just wanted you, his heart rate going faster.
â of course Iâm rushing you.. weâll get found out if youâre too slow..â he mumbled, unable to keep the needy tone out of his voice.
â mm⌠iâll go faster if you beg for itâŚâ you said your lips grazing his ear.
soul reaper ichigo - who was a complete mess now, and that small gesture to his ear had him shivering more, a small gasp leaving his lips as he felt your breath against his ear. he bit his lip as he desperately tried to keep any sounds in, knowing heâd have to beg if he wanted more..
â please.. please just.. do it faster.. i.. i need you..â he whispered.
your smile grew as you actually heard him begged as you got down your knees in front of him. he could see you get on your knees in front of him, and it was almost too much for him to process. his heart was racing, and he was sure it was hard to keep any sounds in at this point. but he tried his best, trying desperately to keep a small amount of control. he looked down at you, his eyes filled with need and want for you.
âplease..â
your hands pulled out of his boxers and to the hem of his pants pulling them down slowly. as they fell to his ankles he felt his face get more red as he felt his pants being pulled down, his heart racing faster as he felt himself getting more excited. he suddenly remembered that he hadnât told you.. he was still a virgin..
â w-wait-â he tried to say, only managing to stutter the one word, his breathing fast and shaky as he looked down at you, trying to figure out how to tell you.
â what..?â you looked up at him, your fingers about to pull his boxers down as they traced the rim of his boxers. he bit his lip as he felt your fingers tracing the rim of his boxers, struggling to keep any more pleas and moans in, but he needed to tell you..
â i.. i need to tell you something.. please..â he managed to say, still keeping his voice quiet so no one outside the classroom would overhear you and him.
soul reaper ichigo - who inhaled sharply as he felt his boxers start to be pulled down.. he knew if he waited any longer to say something heâd be too late.
â iâm.. iâm a..â he started, trailing off as he tried to find the right words to say.
â.. iâm still a.. virgin..â he mumbled, his face practically burning and he looked down at you, hoping you wouldnât judge him or say anything bad..
â o-oh..â you froze as you removed your hands from his boxers stopping yourself before this could go any further but you couldnât lie you felt a rush of excitement when he said that you were gonna be his first.. he froze and held his breath as he watched you remove your hands from his boxers.. he was embarrassed and a little ashamed for not telling you before..
â is.. is that.. bad?â he asked quietly, the embarrassment clear in his voice as he looked down at you, still feeling the need and desire from a moment ago, but he figured you didnât want to continue anymore..
â n-no.! um no itâs not⌠j-just a surprise..â you said as you cleared your throat from the awkwardness that wasnât there like a second ago.
he hesitantly nodded in response, still embarrassed but glad to know you didnât think it was bad. his breathing had started to slow, but he could still feel his excitement and the need for you. he still wanted you, and he didnât want to stop now..
âcan.. can we still continue..?â he asked in a quiet voice, almost sounding like a plea again.
â a-are you sure you don't want your first time to be special⌠and um not in a classroom..?â you asked quietly, looking up at him.
he nodded slowly, blushing at the thought of it being special, but he didnât want to wait anymore.. he wanted you now. he reached down, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up so you were standing in front of him again.
â i donât care.. i just need you..â be muttered, his heart still beating fast as he looked down at you, bringing his hands up to your waist to hold you close to him. he was a mess for you, desperate for your touch..
soul reaper ichigo - who let out a small moan against your lips, his hands pulling you in closer and his arms wrapping around your waist as he desperately kissed you back. he was completely lost in you, wanting more and more. he couldnât get enough of this.. the feeling of your lips against his, your hands on him. he needed you, all of you.
your hands went to the bottom of your shirt pulling it off after your head over shirt landed on the floor just leaving you in your bra.
his eyes widened and he froze for a moment at the sight of you in only your bra, his breath catching in his throat as he looked at you. a small blush crept across his face and his eyes roamed over your body, taking in every last inch of you. his hands went back to gripping your waist, holding you firmly against him as he tried to regain his bearings.
â youâre.. beautiful..â he finally managed to say, his voice sounding slightly strangled.
your smile grew as your hands went behind your back unclipping your bra as that also fell on the ground showing him your boobs in which you have your nipple pierced
*if you donât like just ignore just thought it would be cool to add that.*
his eyes grew impossibly wide at the sight of you completely topless, his breath getting caught in his throat again as he looked at you. â holy sh-â he immediately cut himself off, unable at that moment to even form a coherent sentence. he could feel himself getting more excited than ever, his mind completely fuzzy and filled with thoughts of you.
â i.. i didnât think youâd..â he muttered, his hands still on your waist, gripping a bit tighter.
â shhh..â you mumbled, pushing him down on one of the chairs in the classroom, reminding him to be quiet since youâre both still in the school.
soul reaper ichigo - who he gasped as he suddenly felt himself get pushed down onto a chair, his head hitting the top part before he sat up more so he could actually look at you. he swallowed, reminding himself that he had to keep quiet as he looked at you, completely at your mercy as he sat in the chair.
â o-okay.. iâll be quiet..â he mumbled as he bit his lip, looking up at you.
â good boyâŚâ you replied back as my fingers pulled down his boxers slowly as they slid down to his ankles along with his pants, feeling yourself get more soaked in your panties as your skirt lifted up as you got down on your knees once again.
he shuddered as he felt his boxers slowly get taken off, his breathing getting heavier and his heart rate increased. he could feel your words go through him again, making him feel even needier and more desperate for more. he looked at you, his mouth slightly open as he struggled to keep any sounds in, almost completely at your mercy.
â y-yeah.. iâm a good boy..â he managed to stutter out in a low, slightly strained voice. he reached out for you, trying to hold back a small whine, wanting to keep his hands on you his eyes roamed over your body, and he couldnât look away once he noticed your piercings.
your hands went to his dick as you grip him with your small warm hands he was so much larger than you expected and so so pretty. slender, with a pale shaft that leads into a rosy pink at the tip leaking precum. it curves up and to the right. you brush your thumb over his tip smearing his precum over his tip making his body twitch and his hips thrust up to your touch.
soul reaper ichigo - he inhaled sharply when he felt you grip him, holding back a small moan at the feeling of your warm hands on him. his breathing was already uneven from the feeling, and the touch of your thumb over his tip had him shuddering, his hands subconsciously gripping the chair.
â f-fuck..â he muttered under his breath, unable to stop the small words from escaping. he felt his entire body overheat at the feeling of your touch.
your hands started to trace the veins that were going up to his rosy pinkish tip as pre cum starts to leak from out of his tip you feel yourself getting even wetting your panties molded of your folds.
he tensed up, his breathing heavy and labored as you traced the veins, his tip leaking precum as you teased him. his head was spinning, and he was struggling to keep any sounds in, biting his lip to hold back moans of pleasure.
â i-i canât..â he quietly managed to say, his hands gripping even tighter on the arms of the chair he was sitting on.
you snuck your hand under your skirt as you began to take off your panties coming off your ankles while your head lowered towards his aching dick as you kitten licked his now reddish angry tip licking off the pre cum. â mm⌠sweet..â
he gasped and shuddered at the feeling of your tongue, his hands gripping even tighter on the chair, the sound of the wood creaking slightly being heard. he bit down on his lip, trying to contain moans, and it took everything he had just to keep himself somewhat quiet.
â nnngh.. that feels so.. good..â he managed to say in a quiet, strained voice. you stood up off your knees revealing your naked body. his heart was racing and his mind was completely fuzzy, and he was suddenly confronted with the sight of you being fully naked. he could feel himself getting more excited and desperate as he looked you over, his eyes roaming your body.
â fuck.. youâre so perfect..â he mumbled quietly, his eyes lingering on your pierced nipples before looking back at your face.
â are you sure you still want this..?â you asked in a hushed tone after he was still a virgin.. he nodded slowly, his brain already becoming completely muddled from desire and need, but he had to keep control for a moment.
â i'm sure, i want this.. i want you..â he said, his voice quiet but firm, letting you know he truly wanted to do this.
â okayâŚâ you mumbled before sitting on his lap your hands grabbed him softly before slowly lining him up with my entrance⌠fuck youâre soaked. he felt his heart skip a beat as you sat on his lap, his eyes on you the entire time. he could hardly breath, excitement and a small hint of nervousness rushing through him as you lined him up with your entrance. he bit his lip, his hands going to your hips, holding onto you.
â y-you can⌠keep going..â he said in a low, quiet voice, his eyes watching you closely, his breath hitching in anticipation as he spoke.*
soul reaper ichigo - who felt his tip go into your warm tight folds making you let out a quiet moan just from the tip stretching you out already you felt yourself getting more aroused damn near becoming dizzy as you slid down your wall clenching around him.
he let out a strangled gasp, biting his lip harshly to try and keep any louder sounds in as he felt himself slowly go into you. he was so sensitive, and the feeling of you around his tip had his head spinning, his body already wanting so much more. his breathing was quick and erratic, his hands grabbing your waist and holding you to him, his body shaking softly as he tried
you continue to slide down his girth making you let out a moan making me clench around him tighter as you sat all the way down his and yours thighs touching as he was so deep in you right now making you breathless you never felt so full.. you looked down noticing the huge bulge in your stomach.
ichigo was at his limit, his breathing and senses completely erratic and overwhelmed by the feeling of you around him. his body was on fire, and every sense was on overload. he looked down and saw the bulge in your stomach, and he thought he might lose his mind at the sight. He was completely in bliss.
you felt one of his hands go to your stomach and put pressure on his large bulge showing through your stomach making you clench harder and your hands went to squeeze his shoulders.
he gasped as he felt your clench around him, and he could barely handle it at that point. he was feeling so much pleasure and so many sensations at once, he was completely at your mercy. he could barely even think straight anymore, but he looked down and felt your hands on his shoulders, and he brought a hand up to the one you had on his shoulder, intertwining his fingers with yours, holding your hand as he pressed his hand against your stomach.
he gasped at the movement of your hips, a small moan escaping him before he could stop it. he held onto your hips and your hand, his head spinning as he felt your motions on him.
â ah.. y-you feel so good.. mmngh..â he was struggling to keep his voice quiet, and he was sure anyone outside the classroom wouldâve likely heard by now, but he didnât even care at this point.
â such a good boyâŚâ you coo peppering a few kisses near the crook of his neck whilst your cunt glides on his dick stretching you out even more than you could imagine trying your best not to cum already.
soul reaper ichigo - who he trembled at the feeling of your kisses and your praise, a small moan escaping him once again. he was completely at your mercy, but he didnât mind at all, in fact he loved it. his body was buzzing with pleasure and his mind was completely fuzzy from it all, he was overwhelmed.
â f-fuckâŚâ you mumbled you couldnât even get the words out making you all warm your brain going dizzy as you went even faster you could tell he was close once you felt him twitch deep inside of you. he gasped at the feeling of you picking up the pace, his body getting closer and closer to the edge as he felt himself twitching inside you.
you were caught off guard when ichigo thrust his hips into your cunt making you let out a pornographic moan as it echoed in the classroom making an attempt to smack your ass but he quickly rubbed it softly afterwards. he was completely lost in the pleasure and feeling of you, no longer even trying to contain moans. when he heard your moan echo through the room, he was unable to hold back anymore, and he was already on the edge.
â n-nngh.. iâm..iâm close..â
â yeah hmm.. b-be ..fuck- a good boy for me..? and cum inside me..â you whispered as your lips hovered over his ear as you started to peck his neck slowly with kisses.
â y-yeah.. iâll be a good boy, i promise..â he nearly growled at your words, the feeling of your lips on his neck and whisper in his ear bringing him closer and closer to the edge. he was quickly losing his mind, and he was ready to give you exactly what you wanted, to be a good boy for you. he was a complete mess under you, and it was nearly sending him over the edge.
â yes.. good boy..â you breathes out, hearing the brief sounds of squelching your own cunt made going inside of you and suddenly the entire room grows quiet from the sounds of just ichigo's and your soft breaths and your pussy making all kinds of noise because of ichigo's length.
soul reaper ichigo - who he was trembling in pleasure at the sounds coming from you, he was completely at your mercy, and he was nearing the end. it was all so much and he was completely overwhelmed by it, he was almost at his breaking point.
â iâm.. iâm going to-â he managed to say, his voice strained and breathing heavy, he could barely speak through how.
â shhh⌠itâs okay.. baby open your mouth for meâŚâ you hushed him as you begin to suck on his neck. he gasped and shuddered, biting back a moan as he felt your lips on his neck, doing as you told him and opening his mouth, your nipple piercing pressed up against his chest.
he trembled at the feeling of your lips on his neck, the feeling of the nipple piercing against his bare chest as well as hearing you whisper to him. he looked at you and did exactly as you said, he opened his mouth.
you bit your lip before pressing your whole body against his still riding him. you licked your lips before cupping his jaw softly collecting saliva in mouth before spitting into his mouth.
soul reaper ichigo - who he gasped as he felt your body pressed against his, and when you licked your lips he had a flash of a feeling of anticipation, not knowing what you were going to do. when you cupped his jaw and he saw you gathered your saliva in your mouth, he couldnât look away from you, watching you intently as he waited. when he felt your spit on his tongue, his eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he didnât complain, and instead swallowed your spit.
you grip his jaw harder as you smashed your lips against his it was such a mess a sloppy kiss you started to grind down on him as he continued to thrust up into your g-spot making you moan into the kiss.
he gasped into the kiss as you kissed him deeper, it was all so messy, but that only added to how overwhelming all this was for him, the amount of pleasure he was feeling and the sensations of your mouth on his, it was all so much. he bucked his hips up into you, hitting your g-spot and continuing to thrust into you, his mind completely fuzzy and blank by this point, he couldnât even think anymore. he held onto you with one hand on your hip and the other tangled up in your hair.
â mm..!â you let out a loud moan in the classroom as you continued to suck his neck going down to his apple adam his dick was just driving in and out of you.
he was quickly losing himself to the pleasure, his mind and body completely overwhelmed by all the sensations as he thrusted into you, his breathing getting more heavy and erratic, the feeling of your lips on his neck and your moans and sounds only driving him more crazy. he gripped you tighter, his hands trembling, as if holding onto you was the only thing keeping
you gasp once he prods against your g-spot for probably the uncountable time now. ichigo breathing hitches, and once he cums it's so much as he's pouring such thick creamy ropes of cum into your womb. you slow down a bit, still riding him ichigo dick pulses inside of you.
soul reaper ichigo - who he was still trembling softly from his release, his body and mind completely over sensitized from everything that had happened. he held onto you, his hands still shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. he let out a deep breath, trying to steady his breathing, which was still irregular and erratic.
â holy..fuck..â he managed to get out, still trying to find his bearings again, and he felt he was still a bit overwhelmed from everything that had just happened.
â couldnât wait for me.. huh baby so greedyâŚ.â you giggle quietly as you let out of his neck revealing the red sensitive hickeys going past his neck and down to his apple adamâs. he couldnât help but huff at your words, the feeling of your giggles against his neck sending a shiver down his spine. he could faintly feel the sensitive hickeys and marks on his neck, and he knew that itâd be a while before heâd be able to hide them.
â well whose fault do you suppose that is?â he teased, a small smirk on his face, his breathing still a bit labored.
â oh..? is my good boy talking back to me..â you raised your brow as you clench down on him riding him as you unexpectedly came hard my legs shaking from the unexpected orgsam.
he hissed at the unexpected clench from you, gripping you a bit tighter in response. he was still a bit sensitive and the feeling made him shiver a bit, even though he wasnât expecting you to come so suddenly.
â i-â he started, but stopped, his head falling back a bit as he felt you clenching around him â i ..â he tried to speak again but his mind was still fuzzy, and his ability to form words was a bit diminished at that moment.
â thatâs what i thoughtâŚâ you mumbled tiredly but still having the energy to talk back as you stopped riding him your thighs became sore your legs still shaking.
soul reaper ichigo - who he couldnât help but let out a small huff at your words again as you stopped and he felt your thighs trembling. he still held you in his lap, both his hands on your hips, and he was still trying to slow down his breathing, but it was taking a moment.
â well you canât blame me, you make it too damn hard not to talk back.â he huffed again as he spoke
â oh yeah what happened to my good boy⌠hmm.?â you whispered against his ear. he shivered again at the feeling of your whisper against his ear, but he couldn't help but pout a bit at your words, knowing that you were teasing him.
â well... i think you broke him.â he muttered, still holding onto you, his hands a little tight, as if he didn't want to let you go just yet
you giggle quietly at his words before gasping once he suddenly lifts you up softly, pulling out you and ichigos fluids mixing together leaking down your thighs. his mind and body still in a bit of a hazy state, but he was regaining himself again. he held you for a moment. he leaned against you a bit after he pulled out, still feeling a bit dazed and hazy, his mind still trying to clear and come back to reality, and the feeling of your fluids leaking down your thighs was a bit distracting to him. he was silent for a moment, just holding you and trying to gather his thoughts before he finally spoke up again.
â mm⌠that was⌠that was a hell of a first time..â he breathed out softly, looking down and seeing your combined fluids mixing together on your thighs.
you slid off his lap, getting down on my knees in front of him as he sat in the chair still. his eyes widened a bit when you got off his lap and down onto your knees, he wasnât sure what you were planning, but he couldnât deny the slight jolt of excitement he felt as he watched you. he leaned back a bit in the chair, his eyes locked on you.
soul reaper ichigo - who he gasped suddenly as he felt your hand on him, and it quickly turned into a low moan as he felt your tongue on him. the feeling was so intense after everything that had already happened, he couldnât help it. he placed a hand on your head, gently gripping your hair in one hand.
he let out another moan as you started sucking on the tip, and he could barely hold back a gasp when he felt your tongue swirling around it. he felt you deepthroating him, and he couldnât hold back suddenly. you felt him let out a hot steamy cum spurt of his making you gag since he didnât warn me which caught you off guard but you swallowed it anyways. he quickly tried to take his hand off your head, feeling bad that he hadnât thought to warn you.
â s-sorry, i-â he began to speak, but he was still a bit overwhelmed and his words came out kind of strangled. he took a moment to steady himself, his breathing still a bit quick, his head spinning a bit as he looked down at you feeling a bit bad for not warning you, his mind all warm and fuzzy, but he couldnât help but feel a bit entranced by the sight in front of him. he slowly removed his hand from your hair, letting out a soft shuddering breath as he looked at you â sorry.. i just.. didnât think to warn you i was gonnaâŚâ
you lifted your head up quickly as you gasp for air, licking your lips, tasting his leftover fluids on your lips. you opened your mouth to talk but ended up with a lost voice⌠just from how big he was fuck youâre gonna need to gargled some salt water..
he watched you nod, noticing your slower movements and the shift in the mood, and he was suddenly all too aware that you werenât together anymore. the whole situation had him feeling a little guilty, in a way, as a part of him felt as though he was using you, and he didnât like that feeling. he took a breath, trying to sort through his thoughts and his emotions, but he honestly had no idea what to say
â ichigoâŚâ you mumbled as your voice cracked of course still sore from deep throating him.
soul reaper ichigo - who he looked down at you again, and when he heard the tone of your voice his breath caught a bit, and he didnât know if it was because of how rough your voice sounded, or something else. either way he felt bad, knowing exactly what the reason was for it being so rough
â y-yeah..?â he questioned quietly, almost hesitating to speak, feeling an odd mix of guilt and other, more complex emotions
â get back together with me..â you said quietly but it didnât sound like a question, more like a demand.
â pleaseâŚâ you mumbled, covering your chest that had your nipple pierced since it suddenly got cold as a gust of wind flew over the classroom.
he noticed the sudden chill, and when he saw you try to cover yourself he moved on instinct to reach out and grasp your hands, taking them in his own and gently pulling them away from your chest, holding them up between you.
â youâre gonna get cold if you do that.â he murmured quietly, not knowing what else to say yet. he couldnât look away from you, his mind still a tangled mess.
soul reaper ichigo - who he instinctively wrapped his other arm around you as he pulled you onto his lap, his hand cupping your breast keeping you a bit warmer and the feeling of the piercing against his palm sent a shiver down his spine. his mind was still caught between what you had just asked, and everything thatâs been happening.
" okay... yeah. yeah, we can... get back together." he mumbles, he sighed when he looked down, his hand was just big enough to cover your entire chest. he couldnât resist tracing his thumb over your nipple piercing, as he held you close to him, resting his chin on your shoulder
your eyes lit up at his words as you smile slightly. another gust of wind came from the door and it caught both of yours and ichigo's attention when we realized the classroom door was openâŚ.
heâd been entirely focused on you, so he hadnât noticed the door being open until you both turned to look at it. his eyes widened a bit when he saw it, realizing that someone couldâve walked by at any time and seen them⌠he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, the feeling of worry and guilt flooding through him again, now remembering where they were, and the possibility of someone walking in on them..
he felt the color drain from his face when he saw chad standing there, stunned and obviously shocked by the scene. you felt embarrassed after all this time how long was he standing thereâŚ? ichigo couldnât think of a single word to say at that moment, he just stared, feeling frozen in place as chad stood in the doorway.
soul reaper ichigo - who actually thanks chad for getting you and him back together even after chad walked into the awkward situation.
soul reaper ichigo - who secretly kept you panties that were on the classroom floor and stuffed them into his pockets while you didnât even notice.
soul reaper ichigo - whoâs finally happy that he got his girlfriend back and doesnât even have to keep secrets anymoreâŚ
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