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star-suh · 9 months

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Video Games

Mark Lee x Male Reader

cw: dom top mark, musk kink, armpit kink, established relationship, angry sex, sex toys, ass stuffing as a punishment, breeding, degradation, rimjob, ass slapping.

an: thank you so much for all the support this year 😭😭 i really appreciate it ♡. happy new year and hope 2024 is full of happiness for you all. *plays after like at 12:00 am so the final chorus fireworks matches with the new year ones 🥳*

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yn was busy playing video games and ignoring his boyfriend mark, something that always pisses him off. “yn i'm getting mad come here and help me. and stop ignoring me” mark shouted on the other side of the room, “i can't i'm playing right now. don't distract me or i'm gonna die”.

that was mark's last straw, how is a video game more important than spending time as a couple?. “hey you stupid ass~” mark stopped watching how yn was laying on the floor wearing just jockstraps leaving his ass out for everyone who passed by to see. mark was mad but the sight in front of him made him rock hard too, a big bulge was forming in his pants so he decided to kill two birds with one stone.

“hey” mark shouted making sure that yn wouldn't hear him because of the headphones with loud music he was wearing, "that's it you little bitch, after this you're not going to want to ignore me anymore”. he discarded his pants and underwear, with his knees on each side of yn he slowly introduced his cock on the tight hole in front of him, how yn didn't feel anything? well one thing mark has always noticed is that when he is focused on something everything around him is as if it did not exist.

when his tip was already inside yn, with one hard slam mark put his cock all in, making yn emit a loud moan and making his legs tremble. “hngh.. mark, what the fuck~ ahh~”; “what the fuck what little bitch, don't you like it when i slam my cock inside your dirty hole hmm?”. “yesh~ marki–” yn couldn't finish his sentence because mark suddenly started to choke him and accelerated his thrusts "you don't have the right to call me like that when you've behaved like a brat all day".

mark now has yn folded in the floor, sucking the other's hole and spitting on it “you're so desperate, clenching your slutty ass on my tongue as if you hadn't just had my cock inside you. such a greedy ass” after he said that he started to slapping it right in the hole, splashing the remains of saliva that were on it and producing dirty wet sounds “fuck those wet sounds are making me so horny” mark added.

mark was having the best day of his life, using yn to pleasure himself, drops of sweat sliding down his body until they finally reach the base of his shaft where they helped to produce that delicious wet sound that he liked. meanwhile yn was licking and sniffing mark's armpits “i love your musk mark.. it smells so manly.. i feel dizzy” he whispered. “then keep sniffing whore, wipe away all the sweat using your tongue”.

just when yn was about to cum mark stopped and went walking towards his room, “damn this motherfucker is trying to edge me” murmured yn closing his eyes, when suddenly he felt a spanking on his thigh, "don't fall asleep, this it's not over yet". yn saw how mark was removing the plastic from something, curiously he lifted his head and saw two spherical objects with the size of a ping pong ball, "sort them online and i think that now is a good time to test them".

first he introduce one and then another, then using his cock to push them deeper “good boy, they're so deep inside you" with an evil smile mark showed yn his phone with an app that has the numbers 1 to 5. the top put his finger right on the 5, turning on the vibrators at max, it made yn's body spasm and shake violently. the vibration plus mark's cock overstimulated him instantly, causing his cock to splurt several ropes of cum, some of which landed on his face and on mark's chin.

yn's hole was clenching so hard that mark was grunting like a beast trying to hold his orgasm but the vibrators that were right above his tip made him cum seconds later, emptying all his balls inside the other.

“shit this is so hot” mark says panting, resting his head on yn's chest, “damn mark.. you destroyed my hole” adds yn. as he said that mark takes out his cock smeared and dripping with his cum, followed by the two vibtator balls that fell to the floor in a little pool of cum, “you look so hot all wrecked by my cock.. that gaping hole is making me so horny.. fuck!” he shouted that last word while stroking his cock that was hardening again "i think they're going in here" mark grabs the vibrators and spits at them and then spits at the hole, watching excited how the spit disappears inside the other's velvety walls “let's go for round two. i'm gonna fuck out that bratty attitude of yours.. and make you my submissive whore”. mark sets the vibrator at the maximum speed, enjoying all the pleasure and already imagining all the loads with which he will fill yn up to the brim.

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luvfy0dor · 2 months

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“All For You ♡⁠˖” Chuuya Nakahara x Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; hardly proofread (⁠●⁠´⁠⌓⁠`⁠●⁠)

Description; Chuuya celebrating your birthday by taking you out to breakfast!

A/n; WOOOOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELIIIIII!!!!! This is going to be posted later than usual because unlike my other posts, this is for my best friends birthday. I'm so happy to celebrate with you again and just want you to know that I love you SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOOOOO MUCH!!! @ilovechuuy4 HAVE THE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY EVER 💖

It was the morning of your birthday, and you couldn't feel luckier. Chuuya had just so happened to have the day off and decided he was going to make it an amazing one for you. He woke up before you as usual and stayed in bed with you for awhile, grinning at the small noises and movements you made in your sleep. He'd occasionally press kisses to your skin, unable to resist your cute expressions, but quickly backing up each time he saw your brows furrow. He didn't want to wake you up on your special day. Not this early, atleast. He let you sleep for a little while longer, tracing patterns into the exposed skin just above the waistband of your bottoms. If it had left a mark, you'd have sloppily drawn hearts overlapping eachother, creating a hardly identifiable shape.

Eventually, the clock hit 9am, and his body couldn't let him sit around without eating any longer, but he wanted to take you to breakfast. He sat for a moment with his head propped up on his fist, playing with the fabric of your shirt while he figured out whether shaking you awake or calling out to you was better. Soon, he just decided on both. His hand cupped your shoulder, gently rocking you back and forth. "Hey, babe, wake up." He murmured, his voice still scratchy and sleepy. He watched as your peaceful face contorted into one of awakening. "Hmm...?" You hummed as you scooches in closer to him, putting a hand against his chest. "Happy birthday." He whispers, cupping your cheek and biting the inside of his own before leaning down to kiss your lips. You smiled into the kiss sleepily, feeling his nose bump against your own in the sloppiness of the morning closeness.

As you pulled away for air, you finally got to reply. "Thank you, Chuu. M'so happy you get today off, that's the best gift of all." You say with gratitude, nuzzling your head against him. He nods and places his hand on the back of your head. "Yeah, anythin' f'you. We gotta get up, though. M'takin' you for breakfast." Your brows raised and you smiled, emerging from your throw blanket that you had cocooned yourself in the night prior. "Alright, sounds good to me, but I have to shower first." Chuuya hummed. "So do I. You know, showering together saves time-" "just get in, Chuuya."

The shower was hardly productive for the first few minutes, small splashes and kisses being exchanged, and you came out of the shower feeling a bit dirty for different reasons. Chuuyas hand was still holding onto you by your waist while you both brushed your teeth wrapped in towels and he reluctantly let go when you had to get dressed. You put on one of your favorite outfits and inspected it in the mirror with excitement. "What do you think, Chuuya? Good?" You ask, switching up your poses after every five seconds interval. "Great. Amazing. Show-stopping." He said, walking behind you and hugging you from behind, kissing over the dark mark he left on your neck in the shower.

"Aw, you're too sweet to me." You say, turning to face him and cupping his cheeks in your hands. "You're not just sayin' that 'cause it's my birthday, right?" You ask with a teasing grin on your face. He shares a similar one. "And if I am?" You roll your eyes. "I'll do something about it." You grab his hand and give it a gentle squeeze. "But for now, let's head to breakfast, yeah?" He nods and grabs his motorcycle helmet off of the hutch you had by the door. "Wanna be my backpack, babe?" Your heart rate picked up with excitement and anticipation. "When don't I?"

You made your way out of the penthouse to his motorcycle in the parking garage. You get on first, swinging your leg over the bike and letting him put your helmet on for you. He helped to adjust it accordingly and finally got on, the feeling of your hands snake around his waist to hold onto him making him grin. God, he really couldn't frown with you around, could he? He revved the engine a couple times, making you jump and giggle before he took off. You cruised through the streets, still holding onto his waist, all the way downtown to the small but popular breakfast place. Once he parked his sick ride, he helped you off of it, and you couldn't help but feel like royalty. He led you inside, looking over the menu with you and gazing lovingly at you as you choose something to eat. The meal is filled with conversation as always, Chuuya always has something to complain talk about. When the waitress came around with the bill, he pulled out his wallet and card before you could stop him.

"Hey, you never let me pay for nothin', Chuuya." You huff playfully. He shakes his head. "Why would I? It doesn't put a dent in my bank account or nothin. And not to mention it's a gift for your birthday. One of many to come." He grins and winks at you, to which you playfully scrunch your nose and pat his shoulder. "Dont wink at me like that." You giggle and watch him laugh under his breath. "Okay, okay, but do know there's a whole lot more for ya today. You deserve it, you know?" You nodded. You could already feel how amazing the rest of your day was going to be, simply because of your boyfriend. He was so generous and loving, you almost couldn't take it, but there was no way in hell you'd turn down a gift from such a charming man. Every day, you grew more and more thankful that he was yours.

A/n; I WROTE ALL OF THID IN UNDER AN HOUR BRO THATS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU. I HOPE YOU HAVE SUCH A GOOD DAY AND UPDATE ME ABOUT YOUR LITTLE ADVENTURE YOURE SUPPOSED TO GO ON W YOU KNOW WHO 😭😭

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siscon-stsg · 6 days

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Just saw the birthday posts... The punishment I get for not following you.

Possibly belated happy birthday!

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Y!Big bro!Geto with a sorcerer!Little Sister!Reader.

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He doesn't find out you're a sorcerer until he arrives to kill his parents and you.

He can't help but feel disgust at the prospect of hurting you, but he doesn't do exceptions for monkeys. He has to force himself to think you're not his sister anymore.

But then, when he arrives to kill his non-sorcerer parents... You fight back. You can see curses! No, it's not just that. You're strong. Huh, your cursed technique is so similar to his.

He wonders if you were so scared you did your best to stay under radar. In a way he's glad, he couldn't bear losing you (Despite his previous intentions being to kill you.)

He's elated during the fight. Basically grinning from ear to ear. It's the happiest he's been since forever. If only you weren't protecting those monkeys...

Whatever, it's not a problem. You'll understand your big brother at some point. You've always been so eager to please him after all. Oh, he wants that back.

He knocks you out and destroys the curse you were controlling. Then he turns his attention back to his parents.

Splash.

Blood is all over his body. Disgusting.

Time passes and he's a cult leader now!

You're still a litte defiant, but it's okay. You grew up with monkeys, so he's not surprised you're only having your rebel phase now. And yes, that's what he tells himself.

He's always curious. But especially during the first few times he tries to teach you. Your technique is really akin to his. A sweeter version of his Cursed Spirit Manipulation. He smiles as he watches you pet a curse, before turning it into your version of an orb. A simple piece of candy. It looks sweet. It must be from how precious you are. His sweet sister.

But he asks anyway. Sure, it looks sweet, but what if it still tastes the same? He can't imagine you going through what he did, tasting those disgusting curses. Thankfully all his worries are shunned away as you tell him that they're either sweet or taste like your favourite food.

They're always a little weaker than they were at first though. Their powers dimmed by your innate positivity.

And yet, as time passes and you continue to stay locked up, they begin to taste and look just like his. This terrifies him. Why? Why, why, why? That's wrong. He can't allow you to suffer like he did!

He begins to let you out more often. Only around the temple, of course. He introduces you to Nanako and Mimiko. He puts a spin on your story, saying that you met in kindergarten and were sweethearts in primary school, before you had to move away, and now you're back.

You consider telling them the truth, but you're scared of what he'd do. And one look at their adorable faces and you know you have to preserve that. They seem to admire him, and you didn't want to hurt them. Or worse, have them think it's okay.

So you pretend.

The first time a non-sorcerer runs into you, Geto (He couldn't help but notice you've stopped calling him by his name) kills them. This leaves you traumatised for a few months, staying cooped up in your glorified cage.

Geto is worried about you during that period, making sure to check up on you even more often. He's bringing you the best food, best clothes, everything you could want. Of course, he's trying to convince you that that "monkey" deserved that.

Finally you're feeling well enough to go out again. You wander around the temple, particularly enjoying the gardens. Oh? Is this a lake? It's your favourite spot now. It's so serene.

And for the first time since he ruined your life, you're relaxed. You're sitting with him by the lake until it gets dark. You get tired and yawn, laying your head on his knees.

He wants to stay something, but decides against it. You look so content, comfortable. Oh, how he missed that look. His little sister was finally happy again.

He notices the shift right afterwards. You've become more cheerful. No, maybe not cheerful yet, but definitely more upbeat. Good. Perhaps you'd believe his cause in no time. And then everything would be perfect.

He feels as if an enormous weight was lifted off of him when he sees you turn a curse into a piece of candy again. It delighted him.

You start training outside. He never goes too hard on you, of course. He wouldn't want to exhaust you. He just needs you to remember you're a sorcerer, not one of those monkeys.

You've also started picking up the word from him. The first time you called someone a monkey was an accident. Some whore was being mean to you, and you vented to Suguru about that. He got rid of her completely, but for now he told you he just kicked her out. And you believed him.

During your training sessions you've learned how to stop the curses from becoming weaker as well as how to control them better. You also learned some hand-to-hand combat, as well as ranged and melee techniques. But you weren't the only one that learned something during these sessions.

You helped him make the orbs taste bland. They weren't as sweet as yours or anything, but they didn't taste like rags that have been vomited on. No, they were just bland. Like bread.

He's the one teaching you everything. Well, mostly everything. There are times when he's particularly busy. Those times, he lets his family teach you. You even have learning sessions with Nanako and Mimiko! Speaking of which, you've become best friends, with them seeing you as a mother figure. (He walked on you cuddling one time except for studying. He thought it was the sweetest sight ever.)

He starts taking you outside the temple once you're more convinced of his ideals. It's mostly when Nanako and Mimiko really want to go to a restaurant, and they want you there! (They also drag you to other spots, much to Suguru's dismay. But he wants to please his daughters as well as you.)

Speaking of ideals, he's delighted to see you accept them. Oh, you're so amusing when berating one of the money-making monkeys. He's going to have to borrow some of these texts. You start attending his meetings too, sitting either on his lap or beside his shoulder. He wasn't so sure of the idea at first, but once he saw you in his robes, he melted.

You were like a mini him! (Suguru started calling you mini him since then.)

And then there's your late night meetings. The ones that disgusted you back when he forced you into this life, but now you were convinced that it was okay.

Especially when he's eating you out so good. You can't stop calling out his name while he's ravishing your pussy so good. It's like you're a five star meal. Oh, and when he finally puts his dick in. He's always so gentle with you, singing praises as to how you're taking him so good.

You think that must be right, with how he's pounding into you.

"Fuck, you're so good. Best pussy ever. No monkey comes close to you, Sugar. My Mini Me. Mine, all mine."

Yours, yours, yours. These words easily slip out of your mouth.

Let's say in thie scenario everything goes right. His plan succeeds. He wins against Okkotsu, all thanks to you—your love proving to be stronger. You successfully eradicated a great part of monkeys, and more were on their way.

So this is your happy ever after. You, your brother husband, your daughters and the rest of your family.

Happy, forever and ever.

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Grrrr I can't write, but you better accept this gift (ﾉД`)

I'm the Kenjaku offering anon, here with another offering, this one being a bit better, probably. (The other one is still better, because it's Kenny <33)

/ariel_singing.mp3

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POOKIE WHAT WHAT WHAT HWT WHATHWTHWHTWAHTHTRSKS!??#!#! YOU DID THIS FOR ME? OMG I'M PASSING OUT THIS IS SO GOOD GRHGRHGRHGRHAGARGAR--

equally doomed by the narrativesorcery siblings is NOT something i ever thought of THIS IS SO FUCKING SMART?!?!!?

suguru slowly stripping away reader's morals... selfishly carving her out into what he wants her to be, all for his own warped sense of reality and validation... both going just as insane together and now, they'll be together forever. 🩷🩷🩷🩷 AAAAA i'm passing out--

thank you so much for this, dear. 🩷 you're so nice and sweet for taking the time to write this for lil ol me's b-day! aaaaaa! 🩷 thank you thank you thank you!!

and yes....kenny supremacy. 🩷😍 my love my love my love my-

#blossoming:#tw.incest #tw incest #dd:dne #dead dove do not eat #suguru geto smut #tw.dark content #tw. incest #big bro geto #suguru smut #suguru geto x reader #blossoming friends 🌷

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wildesqdreams · 1 year

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midnight drop

pairing - grayson hawthorne x reader.

summary - a late-night swim in the swimming pool after the shocking will reading doesn't help grayson cool down, but it's a good thing that his girlfriend is there to help.

warnings - spoilers from the book "inheritance games", shirtless grayson + kissing.

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a/n: my first grayson fic has finally arrived, yeyeyeyeye :)) i also have to read the third book, but i don't want to, because I don't want the series to end.

y/n sat on the edge of the swimming pool. the sky was dark, but not pitch black, because the stars were visible. even though the girl felt at peace, she felt slight waves crash against her legs, making her lip corners lift.

the reason she was out at midnight was because of her boyfriend. grayson hawthorne. her eyes followed his figure in the water.

swimming laps was his way to relax. to clear his mind. but it was visible that he couldn't get the shocking news from today out of his mind.

even though he wouldn't admit it, y/n knew he was quite upset. she could tell by his tensed muscles and by the tone of his voice, as he spoke, filling in the silence.

the fortune that he should have inherited from his grandfather. the things that he should have gotten, for his hard work and his wasted time, were given to a random girl named, avery. and the question was - why?

why would someone leave something so meaningful to a random person? but in the hawthorne house surprises and mysteries were a normal thing, so the girl couldn't help but smile, when she heard her boyfriend, for the thousand time, talk about how the girl had seduced or manipulated him.

"what?" grayson noticed the grin on the girl's face.

"nothing."

"then what's so funny?" he slightly furrowed his eyebrows as he stopped swimming.

she just shrugged with a smile still on her face.

"y/n."

his stare was intense.

the kind of intense that made grayson stand out. that stare that made others feel threatened or powerless, but for the girl, it was like she was the only girl he could see, while the world slowly disappeared, "it just humerus me how you think that she manipulated your grandfather because he was the real mastermind."

"so funny," he stated, as he rolled his eyes.

she could feel the annoyance in his tone, which made her want to tease him even more, so she continued, "that's what i'm saying."

but for some reason his next move wasn't the one she taught it would be - him getting more frustrated - but instead grayson started swimming towards her, "mhm, yeah, really funny."

"wha- what are you doing?"

"nothing," he said calmly, with a small smile.

sensing that he was up to something, she started to take her leg out of the pool so she could get away, but before the girl could do that, y/n felt the boy's wet hand on her leg, holding her in place, "gray..."

"mhm?" his hands slowly traveled up her thighs to her waist.

"what are you planning?"

a smirk appeared on his face and she felt his hands grip her sides tighter, "i just want to laugh too."

"wait grayson-" but her words were silenced when she felt the cold water.

her clothes, face, and hair were soaked. y/n felt the coldness against her skin, hitting every nerve, that made her immediately come up from underwater.

the girl saw her boyfriend laughing and she splashed water on him, "you idiot!" but that didn't stop his laughter, "it's not funny you asshole!"

"oh, but it is," he chuckled, as he reached for her.

when she felt grayson's hand grab her side, y/n removed from his touch "don't touch me."

the boy smirked, "you mad, princess?"

"fuck off."

"that's quite hard when you're so beautiful," he reached for her side again.

"i'm wet," y/n stated in a serious tone, but when she saw the boy's eyebrows slightly lift, the girl immediately said, "not like that!"

"i didn't say anything," he pulled her closer with a grin on his face.

y/n rested her head on his shoulder, so he wouldn't see her tinted face, "i'm still mad," her hands wrapped around his waist.

"oh, really?"

the girl hummed. she felt his hand move slowly up and down her side.

"well, there's no need to be. i didn't do anything," he added.

she pulled back and stared at him, her arms remaining in their place, "oh, really?" the girl said the same words as he.

grayson gave her a small smile, before leaning in and capturing her lips in his. he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her, so the girl could wrap her legs around his waist.

y/n's arms wrapped around his neck, "i despise you," she murmured in the kiss.

grayson started to trail kisses down her jaw towards her neck, "we both know that's a lie, princess."

and it was because y/n y/l/n would die for him. her heart beat for him and he was her home. her safety. grayson hawthorne felt the same. that's why their love for each other was magnificent.

"well maybe now you're right," the girl murmured.

he disattached his lips from her skin and looked at her, "i'm always right," and with that, he leaned in for another kiss.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the hawthorne brothers #hawthorne brothers #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #avery grambs #grayson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne x reader #grayson hawthorne x you #grayson hawthorne x y/n #grayson davenport hawthorne #grayson hawthorne imagine #grayson hawthorne fluff

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https-immotmari · 9 months

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❝ I'm going blind from this sweet, sweet craving ❞ ─── twst octavinelle!

WRITER'S START OF A SWEET RAMBLE!

Second request came in as if it's a fresh baked pastries out of the oven! Awww, don't worry, I'll make sure I'm always taking care of myself! You too as well （＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ

fandom! .twisted wonderland character(s) used! .azul ashengrotto, floyd & jade leech gender of reader! .gn!reader head start! .mention of azul's trauma, reader is not yuu here

. . .azul ashengrotto!

❝ Waste time with a masterpiece, don't waste time with a masterpiece ❞

it was a nice day for octavinelle trio and azul's significant other, summer break just hit and somehow the head mage allowed every student to have a vacation.

so, with the weather just right, the rather hot sand underneath them, the ocean waves dancing around and with sounds of laughter, indicating the other three's enjoyment.

tell me why azul ashengrotto, the prefect of the octavinelle and manager of the mostro lounge, is just sitting underneath the beach umbrella with a rather blank face?

he was thinking, that's for sure.

"...zul?" a soft voice brought him back to reality, a voice that soothes him whenever he had his downs. the said glasses man turns his head to his left and saw it was his significant other calling for him.

"yes, dearest?" "are you alright? you seem to be spacing out a lot."

azul parted his lips a bit before closing them back, hesitating to answer a question he's always been asked and yet never knew what he was answering them.

is he.. alright? it was passed his overblot era and thanks to the first years helped, he was brought back to his senses. even after that, was he truly alright?

"okay," azul ashengrotto's significant other, (name), started, "how about we do a guessing game where I guess what's going on your pretty mind?" they suggested.

the octo-merman eyes widen a bit, surprised at the sudden game that his significant other suggested. he then shakes his head, "no. it's fine, dearest. I don't want to be a burden to you."

(name) frowned, disappointed at azul for thinking about that, nonetheless she guessed, "is it work?"

azul sighs, should have expected that when it comes to (name), they never stop until they find what he's thinking and worrying about. "no.."

"is it the twins?" he shooks his head, "is it the other prefects?" another shook.

(name) paused for a moment, thinking what else could azul be worrying about, it honestly took a moment for them to open their mouth and say, "is it about... your past? your octo form?"

silence. the silence from azul was all they need to confirm their guess. now that they think about it, while they were having fun with the twins in the ocean, azul looked rather.. jealous, probably towards the twins since they can transform into their merform so freely, unlike him.

azul felt his significant other moving closer to him, resulting in him getting hugged by them. "you know.. those people who made fun of you are a bunch of fools.." (name) suddenly commented, "they were bullies who did nothing but, to see others suffering because in reality, they're life is trash."

"you're an amazing man, azul. you've already proven to those fools that you're greater than them so, stop dwelling on the past and look forward to the future, a future with me in it."

to the great seven above, no prayers nor words can describe how grateful azul ashengrotto for having somebody as loving as his significant other.

the couple sat, all the while hugging, in silence underneath the beach umbrella as the other two are minding their own business. (name)'s reassurance made azul's day even better than before and he couldn't thank them enough for it.

"wanna eat with me the cupcakes I've baked?" he nodded in response.

. . . floyd leech!

❝ You should be rolling with me, you should be rolling with me ❞

"floyd-! stop!" the troublemaker twin's significant other whines, shielding themselves from the splashes of water by using their arms. "stop it! I don't wanna get wet for now!"

the troublemaker simply grinned mischievously as he continues to splash them with water, "come on, angelfish~ you're already in your bathing suit.!"

however, his significant other frowns at him, now annoyed that they're completely wet by now thanks to the huge splashes floyd did to them.

"I didn't even want to get splash, I came over here to ask if you wanted any snacks.." they murmured.

all floyd did was chuckled, "I know~ just wanted to tease my angelfish~" he claimed with that oh-so silly lopsided grin.

(name) sighs while shaking their head, "I honestly should have expected that." he's floyd leech, it's self-explanatory. (name) then turned their body around and started walking towards the sandy land.

"wait, angelfish~" they didn't stop, "don't make me do it~" and yet they didn't stop.

(name) then heard floyd sighs so disappointedly at his significant other before they heard rather loud footsteps, and splashes of water coming towards them.

(name), upon hearing those, started walking faster though thanks to the water below them, it slightly slows them down.

just then, they felt themselves being held up high, a squeal out of surprised came out of their lips as floyd let his silly smile creping on his face.

"I warned you, didn't I~ now, angelfish needs to be with me!"

floyd carried his significant other as if they were a child, snuggling his head on their neck as he sits down in the ocean floor near the shore.

(name) huffs and puffs, trying to wiggle their way out of floyd's monstrous grip. floyd just tighten his grip more the more they try to get out of his hands.

"stop tightening your grip, floyd! I might end up dead if you continue this." they whined.

"eeh~ don't wanna~"

"I don't know why I dated you."

"hehe~"

eventually, (name) just let floyd be floyd, thinking that nothing could get worse if they comply to floyd's silly wants. they just hoped they'll get to eat the sandwiches jade packed them earlier.

for now, they'll just enjoy being in their significant other's embrace as the sun comes down ever so slowly.

. . .jade leech!

❝ You're a real-life fantasy, you're a real-life fantasy ❞

sometime, after having fun in the ocean with his significant other, the two of them went out of the water, drying themselves out before laying in each other's embrace in the large beach towel, where they're picnic is at, underneath an umbrella.

it was a relaxing day for jade leech and his significant other, floyd was enjoying the ocean as he drags their boss, azul, in the water even though azul protested.

just a wonderful summer.

"aaahh.." his significant other, (name), sang, holding a mini sandwich near jade's mouth, waiting for him to open it.

jade, who was reading a book, chuckles at his beloved's adorable behavior and open his mouth, (name) feeding him the mini sandwich. "thank you, beloved." jade lets his other hand ruffle their hair, a token of appreciation.

(name) softly chuckles, "no problem, dear."

they then reach out in the picnic basket another mini sandwich and feed themselves, letting out a hum as a way to let their satisfaction known.

"so, what'cha reading, jade?" they asked, taking a peek at his book and finding an illustration of a green tail mermaid with red hair as well as a quite chubby fish with its blue strips and yellow scales and a lobster.

"ahh, reading the oh-so famous tale about the mermaid princess that the great sea witch encountered, huh?"

jade nodded, "yes it is, beloved. thinking about how where going to the beach today gave me the urge to bring this book along."

"well, I can certainly see why.." (name) muttered, seeing how the beach quite resembles the one in the tale. "it's like feeling the nostalgic of it just by being here."

jade hums, agreeing to what they said. "want me to read this a loud to you, beloved?" he asked.

"wait, let me just get comfortable.." they trailed off, trying to find a perfect spot where they can be comfortable while jade reads to them the tale, all the while jade chuckles at them. "there!"

their head is placed on jade's lap, in which was covered by a towel, oh-so comfortably. "you can read now, jade!" they said. they also looked like an eager child wanting their parent to read them a bed time story.

the said man nodded and began to read to them the tale they always heard about since childhood, about the great sea witch encountering a mermaid princess who's wanting to be human after encountering a handsome human prince whom she had saved from the shipwreck the other day.

all the while jade's reading it a loud, (name) had a smile painted on their face, hearing jade's soft and lovely voice as he reads the story honestly makes their day a lot better.

the two lovers stayed underneath the umbrella all day, finding comfort in their embraces as they reminisce the childhood tale they have countlessly heard over and over again and yet they never grew tired of, especially when it's coming from their lover's mouth.

WRITER'S ENDING OF A SWEET RAMBLE!

honestly, I relate too much about azul's past, like, some people need to stop shaming others just because their appearance. everyone is beautiful in their own way (✿◡‿◡)

that aside, hope this satisfy you, @bi-panicatthedisco! I think I went away from the beach picnic a bit but, I hope you still like it!

rules! + masterlist!

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popp1nstaxr · 1 year

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❝My Doll❜❜ BG

Content: Smut, nsfw, sexual content, profanity, enemies to lovers, fem! reader, about stimulation.

Preview:

«You and BeomGyu have been something like enemies, you can't stand each other and every interaction ends in a fight, strangely, many believe that you really have something in common, more often than not as simple nonsense, your surprise will be great when you realize how real all those rumors that run about both are»

My first language is not English, I'm sorry if there is any mistake in the writing <3

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This is definitely not what I had planned for today.

I had decided to go out with my friends to the cinema. It was a sunny day according to the forecasts, and I hoped to have a good time and forget a bit about the tough times and stress of University. But to my surprise, around noon, it started to rain, and the intensity kept increasing. Can the forecast be wrong...?

And everything just got worse from there. My parents called saying they couldn't pick me up, and that's fine, but I hate taking the bus when it's raining. Waiting at the stop wasn't exactly pleasant; if you weren't careful, you could end up completely soaked in dirty water because of reckless drivers speeding through the wet streets, causing the huge puddles by the side of the road to splash onto you, and it's not, precisely, pretty.

I sighed as I waited for the bus, cursing myself for believing in the "nice weather" and not wearing weather-appropriate clothes. If I had known, I would have even brought a coat for the cold.

I watched as an elderly lady stumbled on the wet pavement, and almost immediately, I ran to prevent the accident. While helping the old lady, I saw the bus pass right by me.

I said goodbye to her and nodded as she thanked me, immediately running after the bus, "Wait! Please!" I shouted, hoping to make it stop in the pouring rain. But my shouts were in vain, and I soon stopped, completely drenched.

My blouse clung almost instantly to my body, and I cursed myself for wearing a black bra underneath it. It was clearly visible, in addition to the raindrops trickling down my bare legs and how much my skirt clung to them.

I wanted to cry.

That's when an expensive blue car stopped beside me—or rather, it was moving slowly along the road, as if strolling with me. The window rolled down, revealing a smirk that was both mocking and charming, oh, of course, I should have expected that it would be Choi BeomGyu, the only jerk who loves to show off his father's money from that company.

I completely ignored him, rolled my eyes, and kept walking.

"Hey, gorgeous. Are you sure you don't want to get in? I don't think rain is your strong suit," he said, laughing a bit as I heard him unlock the car.

I had two choices: to get in and dry off or to die of hypothermia from the cold.

Certainly, I'd prefer to die of hypothermia, but BeomGyu's annoying insistence, constantly chanting "get in, get in, get in, get in" while honking the horn from time to time, was getting on my nerves. So, I decided to get in the car.

Once inside, I observed him in more detail: his long hair and those few blonde strands made him look quite attractive, not to mention his penchant for wearing oversized hoodies from some rock band—My Chemical Romance, to be specific— and blue jeans, sometimes ripped or normal but equally baggy, adorned with chains and some rings on his hands.

Shit, if he weren't such a jerk, I'd let him mistreat me in five different ways.

"I see that today definitely wasn't your lucky day. Thank the universe that such a kind guy like me decided to save a damsel in distress like you," he spoke and smiled, glancing briefly at my legs, something I obviously noticed.

I raised an eyebrow, curious about that, and chuckled softly, but I didn't say anything about it.

His perfectly defined, pale, and large hands adorned with some silver rings and others with chain rings were expertly handling the steering wheel with incredible agility; you could tell he was a guy with skilled hands.

"Ugh, I only agreed because you're annoying, otherwise, I would have preferred to stay on the street," I replied, looking out the window. I heard him laugh ironically, but he didn't say anything.

"Yeah, whatever. Take my phone and look up your home address. I decided to be kind just for today, so don't provoke me, sweetheart," he said, his voice becoming more serious. I just rolled my eyes; he always tried to act superior to everyone, which was quite irritating.

But I didn't say anything and decided to obey, taking his phone and unlocking it for him. "Password," I said, and when he stopped at a red light, I saw him smile and chuckle a bit. It was almost as if he enjoyed the fact that I had obeyed him without complaints.

He snatched the phone from my hand and used his fingerprint to unlock it, opening the GPS app, then handed it back to me.

I searched for my home address and handed it to him.

He nodded. "Hold it for a bit, doll, so I can see," he said. I nodded and complied again.

Maybe it was fatigue, but all of this was quite strange. I feel like something was missing between us, something that never fails whenever we talk.

Oh, right, the fights.

Half of the journey was in silence. I don't know why, but I truly believed it would be annoying, as it usually is back at the University. However, I don't complain about the tranquility.

Suddenly, I glanced at the GPS and realized that BeomGyu had taken the wrong turn. "Oh, BeomGyu, you're going the wrong way. My house is that way..." I spoke to him, and he just nodded.

"I know, it's just that there's a store nearby, and believe me, I can't stand seeing you in that state anymore. I need... to cover it up," he said. His voice sounded a bit husky, and then he cleared his throat.

I looked at him, confused. "That state?" I repeated, puzzled, and then I observed myself. Of course, I'm still drenched... this, certainly, amused me. Who would have thought that Choi would succumb so quickly to temptation? I really wouldn't want to sleep with him, but it would be fun to tease and provoke him a bit.

When he parked the car and I saw him taking out his keys, I decided to act. We were in an underground establishment, and there weren't many cars around. I suppose it would be fun to play a little with his desires.

I let out a sigh and walked as quickly as I could to sit on his lap, BeomGyu seemed surprised and confused "What the fuck are you doing...? Get off" he spoke with a frown, I just nodded, but I ignored him, even climbing higher on his legs, riding his member almost as if it belonged to me.

"What will you do if I don't want...?" I murmured while I began to leave playful little kisses on his neck, that's when I felt one of his hands brush one of my thighs, a very light touch that spoke volumes.

"Trust me, for your sake, come down now." He ordered, his voice hoarser and more demanding than before, I ignored him again, continuing with my lips on his neck, beginning to slowly move my hips on his member, creating an exquisite sway, I allowed myself to let out a sigh against his skin when I could feel almost immediately his member under my butt and smiled, I had achieved my goal.

I stopped my movements and tried to get off his lap, but I felt his big hands hold my hip tightly, preventing him from trying to move if I wanted to. my hips on his member, making the movement from before even more exquisite "Now you have to take care of what you woke up princess, and I don't want to see complaints because then it will only make you worse, hmm?" I heard him speak against my neck, his voice was completely demanding and I shuddered when he let a slow lick from my shoulder to my jaw, his hands released my hips to almost immediately take my thighs and squeeze them with some force, spreading my thighs even more. legs as if he wanted to make way for his cock to be between my pussy still with clothes on. I could see how his fingers left small purple marks on my thighs as he moved his hands up to my rear and squeezed lightly.

I couldn't help it, in less than seconds I was already a mess of sighs under him and he hadn't even touched my most sensitive points.

I heard him laugh hoarsely "You totally fell for my game, Y/N. I really could have left you at home to avoid my temptation, but I didn't resist and I needed to test you, making up the cheapest excuse. This store is closed on Fridays and the store they leave it open to the public, so, darling, you didn't play with me, I played with you and believe me, I'll take all of you right now" he spoke as he massaged my buttocks and then gave a slap that made me cry slightly "but, Shh, it's okay. Silent beautiful, I wouldn't want them to take us out of here in the middle of the act because you can't contain your dirty slutty sounds" he added later to start leaving hickeys on my neck, while his hands went up my entire uniform skirt and cheekily touched my behind, while another of his hands went straight to the buttons of my blouse.

He was already letting go, he sighed with each touch and bite he gave, I tried to hold back the little cry that threatened to come out of my throat when I felt his hand squeeze with tortured exquisite delicacy as he unhooked my bra.

"Move your hips" he ordered seriously and with his hoarse voice, with one hand taking my hips and guiding my movements while the other played with my breasts, he brought his mouth to one of them and began to suck and play with his tongue on the tip of my nipple. "G-Gyunnie..." I whimpered his name at the pleasant sensation, but I couldn't be satisfied, I wanted more, I needed more from him.

He separated his mouth from my chest and made a few hickeys under each of them, before licking his lips and looking at me with a leering smile "Yes, Baby Doll? Remember to be silent my love, I see you completely a mess and still I haven't been able to try my fingers on you..."

I nodded, and released a content sigh "I need... I need more" I barely murmured, and stopped the movements that guided my hips. "Further..?" He asked smiling and I nodded.

"Fine, but for this I need you to be obedient, yes my love?" I nodded. "Let's go to the back" he ordered him and I without saying anything went to the back seats, BeomGyu followed me and sat on the seat. "Get on your knees in front of the glass, don't worry, they're tinted windows" I nodded and obeyed, I appreciated that the back seats were quite wide "place both hands on the glass my love" He ordered again, his voice strangely sweet.

And in that position, I heard how BeomGyu removed all his rings from his hands and left them on the front seats of the car, to then feel how his hands slowly went up behind my thighs towards my butt, then lowering my panties and raising all my skirt, exposing my entire ass to him, he hit him and I let out a small moan between pain and satisfaction "Shut up, little dolls don't talk" and automatically bit my lips to make silence.

My breath quickened when I felt him play with the entrance of my butt, brushing his fingers there "Be quiet" he asked sweetly again and I nodded, when I felt two of his fingers penetrate my butt without warning, stimulating there by removing a Little his fingers inside me, I bit my lip so hard to avoid moans of so much satisfaction that I drew a little blood, soon he began to penetrate me with his fingers and my already wet pussy felt it throb, while my behind it tightened around his fingers, damn it, he needed his cock.

He chuckled "look, how needy you are of me, isn't this beautiful doll?" I heard him say when he took his fingers out of my butt. "But... we'll leave this here for today, you still don't deserve my dick"

I widened my eyes in surprise, was he really going to leave me like this? No, no, no, you can't, he refused me.

I immediately settled back and watched him, noticing that he was cleaning the liquid that I left on his hands to put the rings back on "W-will you leave me... like this?" I asked with some disappointment, he just laughed and winked at me.

"I have to go buy things, you fix yourself up. But it was fun to see you so... miserable in front of me, my marks are now all over your body..." he spoke and smirked.

"You said it was closed on Fridays" he accused, annoyed, he really couldn't be more of a son of a bitch.

"Oops, double deception cutie" he said with amusement and got out of the car, leaving me there in my mess.

This was a fucking robbery.

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thecapybara526 · 2 years

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A Drop in the Ocean Pt. 10

Avatar : the way of water

Neteyam x reader, Lo’ak x reader

Note: final chapter! I hope you all enjoyed this story. I plan on doing the requests I’ve gotten in my messages after this. Long chapter! So buckle up.

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Part 10.

“When I first met your father, I was trying to kill him” his mother laughed nuzzling his father.

“It was love at first sight”

Everyone laughed and held each other close.

Neteyam was smiling. He loved his family so much. He felt weird though, like he was here with his family but somewhere else. He saw you approaching, Y/n, he always thought you were pretty.

“Hey! Why wasn’t I invited?” You whined, your parents right behind you wanting to congratulate the Sully’s on their newest edition. Tuktirey.

“She’s beautiful.” Your mother spoke.

Neteyam thought you were the beautiful one. But you were so annoying. You were always getting his siblings in trouble. Whenever he told you, Kiri, and Lo’ak not to run off, you would stick your tongue out at him and call him a fun killer.

There was one time though. You had been searching for Lo’ak and Kiri to play, but they were off with his parents. You walked into the hut and saw him there. He could see the disappointment on your face. Was he really that bad?

“H-hi,” he stuttered, anxiously

“Hello Neteyam.” You greeted him with a smile. His nine-year-old year heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest with that smile.

“Is Lo’ak and Kiri around to play?” You shifted your weight from your left and right leg, a wave of nervousness came over you. He was staring at you so intently.

“No.” He frowned

“Oh okay let me kn-“ he cut you off, a rush of confidence surging.

“Why don’t we play together?” He spoke fast; he was hoping you would say yes. He felt like he could barely play anymore, constantly being whisked away with his parents to do Olo’eyktan training.

“Ah yeah. Okay” you weren’t sure if he would be any fun, but it was better than waiting around.

Neteyam’s heart soared. You wanted to play with him. You ran into the hut and grabbed his hand, sprinting off to the woods. He was so happy you were holding his hand that he didn’t care where you were going.

The two of you had a great afternoon playing on the trees and splashing around in the water near a waterfall. You decided to take a break and were sitting on a tree branch.

“Why don't you play with us more often?” you asked him. He actually wasn't too bad.

“Well, I have to learn to be the next Olo’eytkan, so I don't have time to play.” he looked down at the ground.

“Is it hard?” you tilted your head. He wouldn't meet your gaze.

“Uh yeah. A lot to remember. I just don't want disappoint my parents.” although he was young, he already felt like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. You hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Well you're always perfect Neteyam. So you don't need to worry about that. Even if you aren't, I think your mom and dad will still love you.” you tried to comfort him, saying the first thing that came to your head. He slowly looked over at you. You had no idea how much he needed to hear those words. Your eyes looked so pretty and he couldn't stop starting.

“Uh, Thanks.” he shrugged, breaking eye contact. He didn't want you to see how you made his head spin. As the eclipse started to near, he insisted the two of you to go back. He smiled the whole time.

When you walked into camp Lo’ak and Kiri we're back. He saw your eyes light up and followed your gaze. Lo’ak. He noticed you seemed to be attached to him like a magnet. Maybe one day you could look at him like that.

You turned around and studied him for a second. Today was actually very nice and you had a good time playing with him. Maybe he wasn't such a fun killer.

“This was fun; Bye Neteyam.” and you ran off. He was sad; your day together was over. His nine-year-old heart was broken while he stared at you and Lo’ak.

...

You and Tsireya screamed for help. It was dark now. Neteyam was losing a lot of blood. He was mumbling unconscious now.

“Let’s play together,” he mumbled.

Some Metkayina came out to help you. Tonowari one of them.

“Where is everyone else?” but when his eyes dropped to see Neteyam and all the blood. He sprung into action.

“Help me get the boy to the sky people!” he had never seen a wound like Neteyam’s.

“Keep pressure on his wound!” you ordered, and someone did. You ran behind them as they carried Neteyam to Norm and Max.

“Neteyam! What happened,” he asked you.

You started to cry again, the stress and the severity of the situation hits you again. Norm shook you.

“Y/n, I can't help him if you can't tell me what happened.”

“B-bullet wound.” you choked.

“Max! Bullet to the upper chest.” he examined Neteyam. “The bullet is inside. We need to preform surgery.”

“Surgery?” you questioned, you saw Max with a knife and he cut Neteyam. In that moment Neteyam woke up and started to yell.

“We need anesthesia!” Max called to Norm

“What are you doing!” you screamed. They were making it worse. They were hurting him. Norm grabbed you and pulled you outside.

“Y/n, this is what is going to save his life. Trust us. Stay out here” he ran back in.

You fell to the ground and sobbed. Your Neteyam. He was in pain. It was all your fault. if you hadn't left him, he would not have returned for you and gotten shot.

...

Your parents had just died. You didn't smile, laugh, or even want to eat. Everyone was worried. Neteyam would steal glances at you during dinner. Your meal in front of you hadn't even been touched. He desperately wanted you to be happy again. You couldn’t stare at your food anymore and excused yourself. Neteyam watched as you left. He was mad at Lo’ak; he had barely talked to you since your parents passed. Who was there to comfort you?

He stood up and followed you out. He quietly watched as you wandered into the woods and climbed up a tree. He didn’t notice it was the tree you had climbed together many years ago.

You jumped when you saw him. “Neteyam. Hi.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He felt shy. He hasn’t been alone with you for a while. Here and there you were alone in the hut together but wouldn’t really speak besides small talk. You were 14 now, each year you became more beautiful.

He sat down, he didn’t want to ask how you were. He knew you weren’t doing well. “What are you doing up here?” He gazed at you. You looked beautiful. He started to panic a-little when your eyes teared up.

“I come here to get away. Everyone in the clan looks at me and asks if I’m okay and I appreciate it. But I just want to forget. I want to pretend like it didn't happen.” You force the tears back. Refusing to cry. Like all those years ago, except this time it was Neteyam who placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n, You’re one of the strongest people I know. Especially since you can put up with Lo’ak and Kiri.” You laugh at that. Neteyam’s eyes soften he hadn’t heard that beautiful laugh in weeks. “You are going to get though this. Maybe right now you’re not ready to face it, but one day you will. Take all the time you need.”

His smile was so soft, eyes staring straight into yours. When did Neteyam get so handsome? You thought to yourself. You took a deep breath. This was Neteyam not Lo’ak. Your heart belonged to Lo’ak. But you couldn’t help but feel your heart twitch. What he said to you was exactly what you needed to hear. For the first time since your parents died, you felt a little peace, maybe it was because Neteyam said what you needed to hear or because he was sitting right next to you.

“Thank you Neteyam.” You threaded your fingers between his. Neteyam stopped breathing. He hoped one day this would be a regular thing for the two of you. He didn’t know when he started to fall for you, was it six years ago? Today? All he knew was that his heart belonged to you and only you. You had been the only one he had ever noticed.

You both sat there for a while, hand in hand. Watching the forest. He made you laugh a couple more times and continued to talk about things. You asked him how Olo’eyktan training was going. You told him stories of you, Kiri and Lo’ak’s adventures. Some of them he didn’t like as you had put yourself in danger. You bumped his shoulder with your arm telling him to not be such a fun killer.

He grabbed your arm trapping it. “Someone has to make sure you’re safe” his eyes bore into yours. Always so intense. You blushed and pulled your arm out of his grip.

“You know I can protect myself” you crossed your arms playfully.

“Well, just know. If you ever need protecting. I’ll always be here” you didn’t realize it at the time but for Neteyam, it had a double meaning. Of course, he would always protect you. But even if you chose Lo’ak over him one day. He would always been there. Waiting for the day you noticed him.

…

You raised your head out of your arms when you heard movement in the hut.

“He’s stable. Still unconscious. We will wait to see if he wakes up.” Norm says quietly, him and max walk out. It had taken all night to preform the surgery. The sun started to rise. The Sully’s hadn’t come back yet either, and you were debating on going out to find them. But you couldn’t leave Neteyam. You looked up at the sky.

“Please Great mother. Don’t take them from me. Please, they are all I have left.” You cried.

Tsireya came up to you hearing your words.

“Y/n, no matter what. You will always have the Metkayina and me.” She hugged you tightly. “The great mother will never abandon you Y/n. I have hope they will be alright”

Through the tears your peered up at the horizon. Your prayers were then answered. You saw them. All of them. Tuk, Kiri, Lo’ak, Jake and Neytiri all on Payakan. They were alright. Your body relaxed a little.

“Go, make sure they are okay please. I’m going to stay with Neteyam.” You walked into the hut.

He was hooked up to some machines with a big bandage wrapped around him. You kneeled down next to him and took his hand.

“Neteyam, please come back to me.”

He was breathing very faintly. You could see his chest rise and fall.

“I need you. You understand me more than anyone. You snuck your way into my heart and created a permanent mark forever. You’re the most important person to me. You calm me, you make me feel safe, you’re my protector. If you're gone, who will protect me. You said you would always protect me.” tears fall onto him, and you push away some hair on his forehead. He saved your life today, he had done his job of protecting.

“Neteyam, please, baby, come back to me” you pressed your face into his hand.

You jumped back when you felt his finger twitch.

“Neteyam?!” your chest was rapidly falling up and down.

“Y-Yn?” he eyes were fluttering open. He started to sit up but instantly regretted it. Wincing in pain.

“No, no, lay down.” you helped guide him back down

“Are you okay? Our family? Is everyone okay,” he was panicking a little. The last thing he remembered was you telling him he was okay on the ilu with Tsireya.

“Yes, Neteyam. Everyone is safe.” more tears rushed down your cheeks. You were so happy he was okay.

“You scared the shit out of me! Never ever do that again.” a burst of anger came out. “I can't lose you”

He reached a hand up to cup your face and wipe away some tears.

“I could never leave you; there are still so many things I want to experience with you in this life.” he hated to make to you cry. He continued speaking, you listened holding onto his hand.

“But I would do it all again if it meant I could keep you safe. You almost died, Y/n. Right in front of me. I had never been more scared than at that moment. I thought I was going to lose you”

He was scared when he felt then pain of the bullet, but was comforted at the fact that you would be alright. That was all he cared about. You being safe.

He started to cry. “I'll always be here. I'll never leave your side. You own my heart, my body, and my soul Neteyam. I love you.” it was the first time you said I love you. His ears twitched.

“I love you too.” he moved his hand from your cheek to your neck and pulled you towards him. You placed a hand on each side of his face and brought your lips to his.

You kissed him, and you swear you saw stars. He kissed you deeper, his hand gripping your hair wanting you closer.

“W-we can't do this right now.” you pulled away breathlessly. “You're injured; you need rest.”

“As much as I hate to stop this right now, you are right.” he gave you one more kiss and let you go.

You turned your head slightly, hearing noise approaching the hut. It was your family. You stood up, and Tuk ran into your arms.

“How is he?” Jake looked from you to Neteyam and dropped to his knees. His son was okay. Neytiri dropped next to him.

“My son, you are alright.” she caressed his head.

Neteyam smiled, growing tired. “I'm glad you are all okay.”

Lo’ak and Kiri hugged you tightly. The three of you holding each other. Thanking Ewya that everyone had returned safely.

Neytiri kissed your head and Jake hugged.

“I-I’m sorry I didn't stay, but I couldn't leave him.”

They looked at you and passed a knowing look to each other. This confirmed their suspicions that you were in love with Neteyam.

“Y/n, we couldn't thank you enough for being there with him. We understand; Lo’ak and Kiri saved the day.” you turned to them surprised. They stood there with their arms crossed, proud looks on their faces

“The great mother was the real hero of the day though.” Kirk bent down and grabbed Neteyam’s hand. “Without her, you wouldn't be alive. She helped us in our darkest moment and helped bring light to the depths of the sea to help guide us out from the boat.”

“Wow.” that's all you could say. You would have to ask for the full story later. Right now, you were just happy to have your family back.

…

When you and Neteyam told Jake and Neytiri about the two of you. They were so happy. It was a few days after Neteyam was cleared to start moving around again, and you walked into the hut one morning holding hands, asking if they had a second to talk.

“I am in love with Y/n; I know we are young, but there is no force on Pandora that will keep me from her.” he spoke sincerely.

Jake and Neytiri smiled; they knew this would happen one day where you ended up with one of their boys.

Neytiri always thought it was going to be Lo’ak but when she saw how you looked at her son, she knew he was the one for you.

Jake was happy as well, you were a great pair and complimented each other perfectly. Neteyam would hold you back from your impulsiveness and recklessness; you would remind Neteyam to have fun and break the rules once in a while. A perfect balance.

“We are so happy for the two of you, just no children yet okay?” Jake smirked

The both of you frantically told them no. Although one day in the future, you both wanted to experience being parents together.

...

Kiri was so happy for you.

“We really are sisters now.” you hugged her.

“We were always sisters; now you are just stuck with one of my brothers forever.” you giggled at this and hugged her tighter; you loved Kiri so much.

“Have you two already kissed?” she started shooting multiple questions at you. “Did you already say I love you? Have you mated?! Are you pregnant.” you tackled her.

“Oh cut it out!” you both rolled around laughing.

...

It had been a couple of weeks since the battle. Neteyam was healing perfectly and would be able to swim and dive soon. It was early in the morning, you were practicing in the shallow water.

“Just take it slow.” you guided him through the water. He was trying to do it all on his own but it was still a lot for him.

“Let me go, I can do it. Please” his voice firm but gentle.

“Okay...” you knew he was going to sink and prepared to help him. Watching him swim to a deeper area.

Just as you predicted he couldn't keep himself afloat for long, and he started to lose strength. You helped pull him to the shallow end and he sat down.

“Ugh! This is going to take forever.” he huffed slapping the water with his arms, even though that hurt a little.

“Neteyam” you soothed him, “Norm told you had to build the muscle back up and strength slowly. It is going to take time.” you swung a leg over his waist. He placed his hands on your thighs, enjoying your new position on top of him.

“I will help you every step of the way.” you kissed the scar on the top of his chest. It reminds you to love him and appreciate him more every day. A permanent reminder of a time, you almost lost him forever.

“If we take breaks just like this, maybe it won't be so bad.” he watched the water drip down your chest. You tilted his chin back up to look into your eyes and blushed.

“Tsireya will be here soon.” you tried to stand up but he held you against him.

“Nete-” he cut you off, kissing you.

You started to make-out and he gripped your waist. Your hands felt his strong arms and deepened the kiss. Before it got more heated a voice made you break apart. It was Tsireya and Lo’ak they were walking down to you hand in hand.

“Cut it out before anyone see’s” Lo’ak rolled his eyes. He wasn't bothered by the two of you. If anything, he was happy. He was so in love with Tsireya and glad for his brother.

You laughed and helped pull Neteyam to his feet. He wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder.

“Good morning Y/n and Neteyam” Tsireya polite as ever greeted you two. You couldn’t help but grin with happiness.

…

It was the end of the day, and training all day not only wiped Neteyam out but also you.

“I am not looking forward to having to do that all again tomorrow” he groaned and buried his head in your neck. He loved when you sat between his legs. You loved it, too, his body wrapped around you.

You couldn't believe how far the two of you had come. It had been months since you arrived at the Metkayina clan. Leaving the forest was hard and you missed it, you missed your parents and your old life. But you wouldn't trade it for what you found here and who you became: So much has changed. You had changed so much.

“It feels like a dream doesn't it?” he spoke softly, it was as if he read your mind

“Yes. Yes, it does.”

“ For so long I’ve loved you Y/n. To think you are finally mine is a dream. When I was unconscious, I remembered that day we had together when we were little. We played together and you told that I was always perfect and my parents would still love me, even if I wasn't” you turned to look at him, his expression loving and his eyes looked straight into yours like always. Intensely.

“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that and how significant that was, we were so young yet you claimed my heart already. I might have started to fall in love that day. I also remembered when your parents died, and we climbed up the same tree we had before and talked. Again” he looked down at you, his hand pushing away a loose strand of hair in your face.

“I remember that day. You told me that it was okay if I didn't grieve in that moment, you didn't ask me if I was okay or how I was doing. You have no idea how much that meant to me. That was the first time I started to see you.” you gripped each side of his face and planted a firm but loving kiss on his lips.

His arms glided up and down your body; they finally rested on your waist and cheek.

“I see and love you Y/n” you melted at the way he looked at you.

“I see and love you too, Neteyam.” he could listen to you say that all day, all your life.

“Y/n, I promise to love you, protect you and support you everyday of our lives until the day Ewya decides its time for us to leave this world. I thank her everyday that she brought me you. That we left our home and we gained another in each other. Everyday I fall more in love with you” he pressed his head against your forehead

You smiled tenderly at him.

“Neteyam, I can't imagine my life without you. I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together and face any challenges with you by my side.” you press against him.

“And I can't wait to show you how much I love you, each and everyday”

Neteyam plants a soft kiss on your forehead, then moves to cheek, neck and finally arrives at your lips. You feel your muscles turn into liquid. You love the way he kisses you. Marking you as his, telling you how much he loves you in between breaths.

“We’re going to have to stop before I end up laying you down on this sand.” He breaks the kiss and touches your swollen lips with his finger. You take his hand and kiss the top of his fingers, looking straight at him.

Neteyam watched in awe, how did he get so lucky. He takes a deep breath, breaks eye contact, and pulls his hand out of your grasp. If you kept doing that you really would end up down on the sand.

You giggled knowing what you had just done to him.

“You are evil” he groaned and squeezes you

“Let's watch the sunset and then head to dinner.” you his pat his face and turn around getting comfy again.

“Whatever you want to do. You know I'll follow you.” he kissed your ear.

You sighed happily; you knew that no matter what happened. You would be okay. Because you had Neteyam by your side.

...

The End! I can't believe I finished! I'm so happy and hope you all enjoyed this story! I have proof read it yet, but I will later. I just wanted to share it now. Thank you so much for all the support on this series! If anyone knows how to link parts and make a master list please help me!

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mrs-b-heelshire · 1 year

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Brahms headcanons p.2

Just some more things I think our lil boy Brahms would do with us

SFW bits (8 points)

❤︎ I will admit I don't know how it would work but I can see him growing comfortable enough to allow your friends round, he'd be nervous when he first meets them because he doesn't know how they would react to him but when they treat him like they've known him for years he gets comfortable around them, he wouldn't take off his mask that's only for you

❤︎ he still doesn't like when men talk to you or put their hands on you but he will start to notice how you don't let the hugs last long and you only properly hug him, if you notice he is getting uncomfortable with a male you will stay close to him touching his arm or playing with his hair and telling him he's the only person in the world for you, he will adore this and it will make him want to steal you away

❤︎ he starts to notice your jealousy, if a woman hugs him or keeps finding excuse to touch his arm he will see the flash of anger in your eyes and he absolutely loves it, he wouldn't push anything I.E touching the women back or letting the hugs last too long but he would always look at you when he knows the women have done something you hate, he would always come over to calm you down and later he would let you prove he is yours and only yours

❤︎ if you have done something to make him mad he will go back to his old room in the walls, he will sit and sulk, going over what happened in his head a hundred times over, if you go and find him he will ignore you, he still doesn't know how to properly deal with his anger so he disappears so he doesn't say something that would hurt you, to calm him down all you have to do is apologise and kiss his mask softly, he will instantly melt because he missed you so much

❤︎ if you get sick he will shower you in affection, he would make you food and make sure you're drinking enough but if you start to puke you are on your own he can't do the sound or smell of it, he would try of course but he would always end up leaving quickly stopping himself from heaving, he would still kiss you even when you tell him not to because he could get sick as well but he will always say he doesn't care

❤︎ when he is sick, he is a giant baby, he will whine and complain about everything, he will not want you to leave his side for anything even if it's to get him food/drink, if you do leave, he will shuffle after you wrapped in a blanket telling you to come back

❤︎ he dislikes baths, you can't figure out why, he likes to be clean but baths will always be a battle, he will hide in the walls to avoid them but once he's in the bath it will be a long battle to get him out, he likes when you add bubbles and the little rubber ducks you got him to try and get him to like baths, he will always try and find an excuse on why you should join him in the bath, going as far as splashing you then saying "well you are wet now get in"

❤︎ you caught him playing the piano when he thought you were still outside doing the laundry, you stand by the door to the living room and just listen to him play, he's relaxed when he plays, he gets shy when he catches you watching him but will play for you if you ask him to because he loves to see your smile

NSFW bits (5 points) DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR

TW's: praise, pet names, kink, denial

❤︎ after a while you notice he wants to be dominant more often, he likes teasing you then denying you release, he likes when you beg him and whimper when he stops touching you, it reminds him just how much you desire and want him

❤︎ when you started to put on little outfits for him, he was confused at first, he didn't want you to feel like you had to dress up to get his attention but when he saw you in one of the outfits and his cardigan he picked you up and pinned you to the nearest wall and made you see stars

❤︎ he caught you one day in his mask, you couldn't help it you got too curious, he stared at you for a while before walking over to you, he lifts your chin, so you are looking at him, his eyes are scanning the mask, he kisses the mask softly before telling you to get onto the bed

❤︎ he has come to love the holidays because of you, Valentine's day, Xmas, Halloween. he loved how you wore themed outfits to surprise him, Halloween was his favourite, you have shown him horror movies in the past and he obviously loved them so when you would walk out of the bathroom dressed as a sexy version of a slasher he liked he'd instantly be on his knees for you

❤︎ there are times he will still get shy when it comes to sex, he will start to overthink, thinking he's not good enough or not doing it right, you can always tell when he gets like this because he is less touchy with you, you can try to reassure him with words but what works the most is randomly going up to him and begging him to fuck you, if that doesn't seem to be enough, whimpering and putting his hands on your body will work, it will instantly push away any doubts he had when he sees how desperate you are for him

❤︎ he loves to worship your body, he will always kiss every inch of you when he gets the chance, he will take his time kissing, caressing, and nibbling all your sensitive areas, he will want to drive you insane, he will love the sounds you make when he makes every inch of your body overly sensitive

❤︎ he loves when you get into one of your hypersexual moods, he will do anything and everything to get you going, he will whimper and beg, he will beg you to touch him, to kiss him, he will beg you to let him make you feel good, when you say yes, he will let you have complete control, telling him how and what to do, he will do it all

#the boy 2016 #the boy #the boy movie #brahms #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #baby boy brahms #brahms x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #horror movies #horror films #slashers #slasher community #slasher fucker

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convexicalcrow · 5 months

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"How's that big salmon stuff going these days?" Cub asked. He had stopped by the farm to ask him about custom fireworks, and noticed the wide, deep river that now separated his farm from xB's place.

"Oh, it's going wonderfully, Cub. See this river? They're very happy with it, I can assure you," Beef said.

"Salmon wanting a river, that's hardly a surprise," Cub said.

Beef chuckled to himself. "Well, no, though I still don't really know why they wanted it, though. Maybe it was just to look pretty. And they are fish, after all."

Cub shrugged. "Yeah, I know that feeling."

"Did I heard you'd started covering your base with skulk? How's that working out for you?" Beef said. "Not possessed again, are we?"

"Pfft, nah, it just looks better than the grass, that's all. Makes all the bright colours stand out," Cub said.

"Sure, sure," Beef said.

"Just like you're not taking orders from a fish, hey?" Cub said.

Beef laughed this time. "I guess we both know what that kind of thing's like. Not that there's anything weird going on with the salmon. I just do what I'm told, and they wanted a river, so. I got False to make me one."

"No, of course not. Nothing weird going on here," Cub said. "We just do as we're told. The rewards make it worth it."

"Yeah, something like that," Beef said.

"Anyway, about those fireworks..."

Beef crouched by the river once Cub was gone, thinking. The salmon filled the river, the only fish he could see in the water. Something about them memerised him, watching their glistening bodies move effortlessly through the water.

Who'd have thought an offhand comment would lead to this? Not Beef. But stranger things had happened, so whatever. And if it helped him and Skizz go up against Doc and his sand nonsense, well. The solidarity was nice.

This wasn't...

Something about Cub had got him thinking, though. He wasn't- possessed, was he? No, that can't be it. Possessed was what Cub was, with the skulk. Not- no, you definitely couldn't be possessed by Big Salmon. Definitely not.

And yet, the question remained at the tip of his tongue, almost daring him to ask it. Perhaps he was in too deep. But what did it matter now? Big Salmon would take care of him.

Cub felt the echoes of something in the water as he swam across. He saw the salmon and smiled, thinking nothing more of them. If Beef wanted to serve some fish, well. That was his decision to make. He wasn't any different, right? He wasn't possessed by the skulk this time. It was different. There'd be no need to call on Pix and False to splash him with every potion known to the world to cure him.

But the skulk still whispered. Cub was scared of it at first. Wardens were dangerous creatures, and he'd decided to mine straight into an ancient city. He felt that was not a random act. The skulk had drawn him in, for reasons unknown, and now he was in their thrall again.

He'd been afraid of that, to be honest. Knew all along they were lurking, waiting, lying dormant until the right moment. Perhaps now was the right moment, he thought, as he continued to spread skulk across the grass, watching it shrivel and die as the skulk took over. It spread a silent darkness across his base, one that made the base feel much more ominous.

Why was that important? Cub didn't know. Didn't question it. Continued to simply harvest all the skulk from the ancient city and spread it up here instead. As if he was bringing it to life out here. And, sure, placing it seemed fine, but he'd felt the sheer joy when he'd spread it by killing Scar. Scar had felt it too. They didn't mind killing each other for sport anyway, so it was fine. It was fun to see how far it spread.

Cub thought about Beef's river. Beef thought about the salmon. False cradled her rivers safely in her briefcase. Gem did her best to hide the horrors that lay under the water in her base. Grian had never been the same since the fishing took hold. Maybe....

Beef stared at the river. Reached down to touch the water, felt one of the salmon nip at his fingers as if it was expecting food. He offered it some meat from his farm, numb to the sight of it feeding from his hands, tearing the flesh apart.

Maybe- Maybe Cleo was right. Maybe there's something about the water this season. Or-

Cub sunk his fingers into the skulk, sighing in relief as the skulk brought him radiant calm. Yes. Yes. The skulk whispered. Cub closed his eyes. Gasped at the vision the skulk sent him of how his base will look. Smiled as Scar killed him, his life sacrificed to the skulk as it snaked out around him, spreading further and further. All would be skulk. All will be skulk. He would make sure of that.

#hermitcraft #hermitfic #fanfic #cubfan135 #vintagebeef #skulk cub #big salmon #the server's haunted #esp the water #i'm sure this is fine and won't cause any problems

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haymitchabernathymybeloved · 13 days

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Drink Me Away

dividers by @anitalenia

Series: Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins)

Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x F!Reader

Warnings: Age gap, porn with so much plot, smut, vaginal sex, daddy kink, slightly weird dynamic, traumabonding(?), underage drinking/alcoholism in general

Summary: You were never more than just drinking buddies with Haymitch, until you came to him for consolation when your parents disowned you. He never planned to make a move, but you couldn't handle it. He was your favorite person- but that could never progress, right?

A/N: Absolutely no writing of the actual Games- just there for plot reasons. I've loved Haymitch for so long and theres absolutely no xreader fics with him, so I wrote my own.

Please let me know if i missed any warnings! happy readings ☆

You came from a well-off family, one that had never had to put their children in danger with tesserae, one that got the freshest bread, one that had no idea about their eldest daughter's after-school activities; heading to the hob as often as possible, paying anyone she could for a bottle of spirits. You began when you were 16.

Your only true drinking competition was Haymitch Abernathy- he had known your family for years, but as close as he was with your father, he had never known you. You never cared to approach him when he entered your house or when your parents spotted him in the square.

When you became a regular Hob attendee, you saw much more of him. Drinking competitions became a regular occurrence between the two of you when you were 17, praises of your tolerance always boosting your ego at 18. This lasted until you were 19.

Your father had a rough day at work. He had visited the Hob for the first time in year, accompanied by Haymitch. He had come to try and spot you before your father could and tell you to book it. It didn't work out that way.

Haymitch spotted you two seconds too late, after hearing the deafening screech of your father yelling your name across the Hob. You froze in place, glass in hand and arm on a man who's name you couldn't remember. The sounds around you died around somewhat, all eyes on the father-daughter exchange.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He hissed, approaching rapidly.

"I'm 19, dad, I'm allowed to have fun," you huffed.

"Since when is 'fun' illegal drinking in the black market?"

"A while now, actually."

"You're grounded."

"I'm 19."

"Then get your shit," he snatched the drink from your hand, throwing it back like water. "And get the fuck out of the house." He slammed the glass against the table, turning tail and leaving.

You sat, stunned at the confrontation. You slipped off your barstool and followed your father's path in a haze. You jumped when a hand clamped around your wrist, eyes flickering to Haymitch standing there, concern splashed through his features.

"What happened, sweetheart?" He questioned genuinely.

"Nothing, Haymitch, don't worry about it," you sighed, trying to pull away and not drag him into family business.

"I said 'what happened', kid. Not 'do you want to tell me'," he demanded.

"I- nothing," you stopped yourself. It was none of his business!

"I want to help you, let me, please." Well you never thought you'd hear him say please.

"My dad kicked me out- happy?" You fumed, a sudden rage building in your belly as you yanked your wrist away from him with all your might and began stomping off.

"You can stay with me," he called after you. "The couch is comfy." You turned on your heel back to him.

"You're kidding," you blanched. "Seriously? You'd let me stay with you? Why?" The questions spilled out, confusion and appreciation mingling.

"Because I care about your wellbeing, kid," he chuckled. "And if you're living with me you ain't gotta head all the way to the Hob for a drink or two."

And so began the complicated relationship between the two of you. Two unemployed day drinkers with no hobbies, no friends, and no family. You found out that your mother wanted nothing to do with you, and they wouldn't allow your siblings to see you. Haymitch had no family left alive. You were both stuck drinking away your sorrows together.

He didn't make you get a job- just run errands. Get food, get living supplies, relax. He got the liquor. He kept you from drinking too much, usually limiting you to three glasses at a time. A good majority of your time was spent cuddling. It wasn't weird. It was just.. comforting. For the both of you. Nothing weird.

The night you had moved in with him was the first time. You were vulnerable, and ended up sobbing on the floor with a bottle in your hand. He slipped it out gently, setting it on the ground next to you. He leaned down and picked you up off the ground with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms around his neck. He laid down on the couch with you in that position, letting you blubber and yap until you fell asleep.

When you awoke, you were squished between the back cushions and his body comfortably. His arms laced around your waist, holding you to his chest, his face in the crook of your neck. You dozed back off and when you awoke he was sitting at his armchair, unphased and watching the news.

it had been 6 months since that night. You drank with him almost every day, had two friends which were men you had drank with at the hob, and had hobbies and a black cat that roamed freely through Haymitch's house. Things were.. good.

And you were falling for your housemate.

He was nothing more than someone who you cared for. You were legal, yes, but he was so much older than you. He was a respectable man- sure, drinking the days away with a friend's disowned daughter wasn't exactly mature behavior, but at least he held you close every time you cried. But that was purely platonic affection, him caring for your well-being and holding you through the night being the only way he knew to comfort you.

That night, you drank your feelings away with him. He was getting louder and you were getting quieter, watching him carefully. Trying not to expose the vile thoughts running your mind into the dirt as he blabbed about his favorite liquor.

The heat in your tummy only got worse as you drank more, giving him professional fuck-me eyes by your 4th. If he noticed, he didn't say anything. But by the way his eyes never left yours, even when you looked away, you were sure he had.

"H-Haymitch," you hiccuped, certain you were bordering alcohol poisoning. You never drank this much- either you had enough or he stopped you. Not tonight. "I'm not, I'm really, uh," you couldn't get your thoughts straight. "Take me to our room, please." You managed to get out.

"Our room?" He questioned, brighter than you'd ever seen him. "Last I checked, we've never slept in it at the same time. If anything, the living room is our room." He sauntered over to you slowly, placing his bottle on the table in front of you. You reached for it and got your hand smacked. You were already feeling a little green.

"Just take me," you groaned, choking back a gag. "I'm sleepy." You whined at him.

"Sure you don't need to vomit, sweetheart? Do it before I tuck you in, if you would be ever-so-kind," you shook your head no, but then stood swiftly and shook your head yes. He guided you to the sink as you emptied the contents of your stomach in it. He held your hair. You tilted your head back up and turned the water on, washing the liquid away.

"Atta girl, let's get you some water, why don't we," you groaned and nodded, washing your hands and turning back to him as he handed you a bottled water. You chugged it, feeling a tad more sober, and you began to walk to the bathroom. Haymitch sat back down and swirled his finger around the lip of his cheap whiskey bottle.

You brushed your teeth and tongue thoroughly. You wouldn't have cared, you didn't. But something in the way Haymitch's fingers continued to linger on your skin made you start to. You exited the bathroom, swishing a bit of mouthwash through your teeth before walking to the kitchen sink and spitting it out there.

"Take me to bed." You requested, standing in front of haymitch in your big tee-shirt and shorts.

"Awfully bold now, aren't you sweetheart?" He rasped, standing almost as soon as you had asked. He walked towards you, leaning down and scooping you up bridal style. You were not expecting this- a belly laugh escaping from you as he began to walk you up the stairs.

You were drenched. Absolutely soaked through your panties. You just prayed he wouldn't notice anything off about your demeanor- maybe he would just chalk it down to the abundance of alcohol in your system?

"Haymitch! Do you have to be so rough?" You gasped as he nearly threw you and himself onto the bed. As you recollected yourself, he stood. "Leaving so soon?" You whined playfully.

"Not if you don't want me to, doll," he chuckled. His raspy voice sent a chill down your spine.

"Well, I mean," you sputtered. "I would- I don't, no. I don't." You finally got your words out, pursing your lips and peering up at him through your lashes as he laughed at you.

"God, you're a mess, aren't you sweetheart?" He mocked, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you. "I would almost think it's more than just the alcohol at this point, wouldn't you?" You inhaled sharply through your nose at the insinuation.

"What? No, I'm just really drunk, that's all-" he pressed his thumb to your lips.

"Quiet," he whispered, leaning closer to you. "Lying won't get you anywhere in life, sweetheart." God, he was so close. You could smell him, more than usual. Pine and whiskey, mingling into the sexiest thing you had ever had the pleasure to smell.

You whimpered out loud when he pulled away. He smirked at you. Your eyes went wide as he began stripping. "Wh- why, what-" You tripped over your words, nearly beginning to crawl towards him. He was clearly relishing in your newfound behavior.

"Calm yourself, doll," he chuckled, flopping down next to you on his bed. "I'm just getting comfortable- you wanted to sleep after all. Right?" He was asking for your honesty.

This was the make-it-or-break-it of the night- he was giving you the chance to tell him what you were feeling. "I, uhm," you began with so much confidence and hope. But then, your critical thinking kicked in. He didn't actually want you to respond like that! He was warning you not to act on your obvious desires.

"Yes, just want to sleep," you muttered, beginning to pull your shirt from your body. You stood before you could finish. "I'll go to the bathroom, sorry." You apologized, melancholy. He grabbed your wrist.

"You're fine, sweetheart," he was serious. Your heartbeat increased and you suspected he was feeling at your pulse with the way he was squeezing. "Lying won't get you anywhere." He intentionally repeated his words from earlier. A shiver ran down your spine and settled in your bones. You were on edge and dripping wet. You whimpered.

"Haymitch, please," you whispered. "Don't make me say it." You pouted at him with glazed eyes and he pulled you back onto the bed in front of him. You were looking at him with need in your eyes, and he nearly matched your expression.

"Well, if you're so tired, you'd better get ready for bed, right, sweetheart?" He rasped, and you felt disappointment settle in your gut.

"Oh, uhm, yeah, I guess," you spoke quietly, scooting yourself to be more comfortable as you reached under your shirt to unclasp your bra. You were looking away from him, trying to avoid facing the cause of the weight on your chest.

A featherlight touch on your abdomen drug your attention away from your failed attempt, arms falling to your sides as he replaced your hands, unhooking the garment with ease. The straps fell from your shoulders as he reached to the bottom of your shirt. You raised your arms and let him lift it, leaving you in nothing but shorts and your loose and unsecured bra.

You looked at him in curiosity. He noticed and smirked. "You have to be comfortable to sleep, don't you, sweetheart?" His gentle grip turned demanding and you gasped as he snatched the only thing covering your breasts. Your arms flew to cover yourself and he slowly reached to restrain your wrists, shifting his weight so he was holding himself over you, pinning your wrists into the mattress.

"H-Haymitch," you whispered, barely audible.

"Yes, love?" He matched your volume, leaning so close that you could taste the whiskey on his breath.

"Kiss me," you asked. "Please." He looked from your eyes to your lips, silent for a moment.

"There's no going back if we do this," he warned, staring into your eyes for any tell of your thoughts. All he could see was desire. The same burning desire that fuelled the hard-on in his briefs. "I won't pretend anymore, especially not if you let me do what I want right n-"

"Shut up and kiss me, Haymitch," you groaned, bucking your hips up and rubbing yourself against his clothed erection. "Before I change my mind." You giggled.

He pressed his lips to yours fervently, touching you in a way that all the hours you had spent together could have never prepared you for. His hands flew from your wrists and his weight shifted to his knees, pressing your heat to his cock as he practically dry-humped you through your makeout. He was rubbing his thumb into your hip, squeezing it so tightly but you relished in it. His other free arm was pressed into the pillow next to your head, keeping him from crushing you under his weight.

"Good God," he groaned out needily, pulling away from your lips to begin kissing and sucking on your throat. He threaded his fingers through your hair, tilting your head for more access to your quickly purpling neck. "Sweeter than candy, you know that?" He grumbled against your skin. Your hands were settled in his hair and on his broad shoulders, taking in every sensation.

"There's something I would like to taste," you smirked slyly, pushing at his shoulders gently, sitting up with him.

"Oh, really? And what might that be, darling?" He reached up and held your hands as they sat on his shoulders. You reached down to his briefs and pulled them until his cock sprung from the waistband. You gasped at the size of it, watching it slap against his stomach with a soft sound.

"Y-You're so," you stammered. "I'm not sure I can take all of that, Haymitch.." He chuckled, replacing his hand in your hair as he pushed you towards his cock, pulling you with him as he readjusted against the headboard.

"You'll learn." Was all he said as he pulled you until your lips were wrapping around his broad head.

"You're so," you spoke around his tip. "So girthy, Haymitch.." He laughed at your muffled words, spoken with his cock bumped against your cheek. You began to swirl your tongue around his tip and he sighed, letting his laughter die down. He shifted his hand and shoved his dick straight into the back of your throat. You gagged and sputtered, pulling off and coughing with your cheek against his rigid member.

"It ain't Haymitch to you anymore, sweetheart," he growled. Your eyes widened, not sure what his next words would be. "It's daddy. Got that, doll?" You gasped- how vulgar, why would he ever think you would call him something so, so-

"Yes, daddy," your own words caught you off guard. You picked your head up and proceeded to gag on his cock until you felt as though you could throw up. A few times, you were enveloped in pure bliss. Those were the moments when he groaned and shoved your head down so far that your nose buried in the thick hair at the base of his cock. You felt so used and proud of yourself.

"Atta girl," he praised, lifting your head off his cock and smirking at you. You were panting, saliva and precum coating your chin. "So gorgeous like this, should get you drunk like this more often." He kissed you gently, contrasting the roughness of which he just fucked your throat.

"Please," You begged quietly. "Please fuck me." Haymitch chuckled at you.

"Say my name, darling," he growled. You began to say Haymitch, but he interrupted you. "Not that name, doll." He corrected, grabbing you and pulling you on top of himself until you were straddling him. You were slightly caught off guard, grinding down on him and moaning. You were still clad in your shorts and panties.

"Please, daddy," you whimpered. He chuckled, gripping your hips and pressing you harder against him. "Please fuck me, daddy!" You cried out, throwing yourself forward into a kiss. He flipped you over, pressing your back into the mattress. He sat up and yanked your shorts down before ripping both sides of your underwear. You yelped in surprise and scolded him.

"Consider it a souvenir, sweetheart," he chuckled at you. "A souvenir from the first time you're getting fucked by me." You gasped, feeling him begin to align his thick head with your entrance. He pushed in slowly, and you cried out.

"Daddy! Be gentle, plea-" You were cut off by a silent moan getting caught in your throat as he bottomed out. "Mmhm, please wait a- a momen- mm." You could barely speak, he wasn't thrusting but he was circling his hips ever so slightly, giving you friction in parts of your pussy you didn't even know you had.

"Oh, I'll be gentle for now, sweetheart," he groaned, beginning to thrust gently. "But I can't promise that'll last." He kept a slow and rhythmic pace, bottoming out with every lingering thrust. You let out a sharp breath every time.

He picked up his pace, your breath hitching with every thrust. You did your best to hide any moans, but could barely contain yourself. He began suckling on your neck and unintentionally digging his fingers into your hips.

Then, he pulled out. You whined at the unwanted emptiness, but then he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. He began pounding into you, faster and harder and deeper than before. You became a slurred, moaning mess. He didn't stop, ignoring all of your moans and pleas of pure pleasure.

He had already begun to bruise your hips, squeezing and pushing and pulling to fuck you oh-so-nicely, penetrating you over and over.

He started getting rough, leaning over you and removing his hands from your hips. He started fucking you with the force of his whole body weight, leaving you moaning like a whore underneath him.

"I'm close, sweetheart," he growled. "You?" Not taking a break to let you answer, if anything going faster.

"Ah, uh, mm-mhm!" You cried. "K-keep, nn, going! Please daddy!" and with that, he lost all tempo and fucked you ruthlessly. He picked you up, put you on your back, pressed your knees into your chest, and slid back in one smooth motion.

This new angle was so deep, hitting your G-spot with every thrust. You cried out, reaching to Haymitch and gripping your hands in his hair.

"Daddy! Please, please, please, PLEASE," you screamed, begging for release with all your might. He reached down, playing with your clit for a moment, and you burst.

You felt the heat in your tummy rush to all your pleasure points, overwhelming you. Haymitch didn't slow down, but when you began to squeeze his cock like a vice, he pulled you close and started with short, deep thrusts.

You fell asleep immediately.

When you awoke, you were alone in the bed. You looked around groggily, no sign of your newfound lover. You slipped your feet to the side of the bed, attempting to stand. Your knees gave out, but you caught yourself on the bed.

You noticed that there was no trace of your earlier activities- a clean bed that you had just been tucked nicely into, your legs had no residue of either yours or his juices. Your hair was neatly combed.

You heard the sound of water shutting off, and figured Haymitch had been showering. A few minutes later, he exited with damp hair and a towel around his waist. You were intrigued.

"Good mornin', darlin'," he chuckled at the way you were looking at him. "Looking so eager for another round, huh?" He teased. You settled back into bed.

"Soon," you told him. " But for now, come lay with me." You smiled, scooting further into the bed to give him space. He dropped his towel and walked towards you. You dampened at the sight of his semi-hard cock.

He slipped into bed next to you, flipping you over so your back was to his chest. His cock rested between your legs, the head bumping your clit.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart," he whispered, moving his hips and making his cock bump your sensitive nub. "That's what you wanted, right dear?"

A/N: hope you enjoyed! please leave asks/requests! BEGGING YOU!!!

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noproofread · 2 months

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Hate To Love You

"Like a villain, I couldn't be" "I hate everything about you, why do I love you"

I DID IT. I FINISHED IT. It's my first Kidd fic so pls😔 Mild spoilers for post timeskip one piece.

Eustass "Captain" Kidd x gn!reader

angst, comfort, established couple, Kidd Pirate reader, Kidd is impulsive and reckless, reader is worried and frustrated. communication is hard for the couple lol, it's cute lowkey.

tag list: @vangowithit @fanaticsnail @dakingsu-blog

masterlist here

word count: 1,023

The ocean waves crashed hard against the wooden ship, water pouring onto the deck. Cool droplets of the salty water splashed onto your face. A light blow of wind hummed in the air, the ocean breeze felt nice against your skin. Your crew scrambled behind you in a panic, you knew you had to take shelter soon. A storm was brewing. You saw the sky darken from a dark blue to a charcoal gray with every crashing wave. The air was scented with petrichor, you loved the smell. You glanced behind you, watching half of your crew take shelter while the other half scrambled to keep the boat afloat. It was getting bad but you were procrastinating. Avoiding going into the room you shared with him. You had been arguing non stop for the past couple of days and you just needed a break. After a couple of minutes, and a kind shove from Killer, you sighed as you made your way inside. The deck wasn’t safe, and you knew if you didn’t go in on your own he would surely drag you in.

The wind howled behind you as you pushed the door shut. Kidd was sitting on the mattress placed in the middle of the room, facing the wall. He didn’t look at you, didn't do so much as acknowledge your presence. You bit your lip anxiously as you wandered in, trying to find a place to rest as quietly as you could. You wanted to hate him. You wanted to blame him. HIs personality, his impulsiveness, the way he never thought twice before risking his life. He never thought of you when he fought, he was too busy being consumed by his anger and his pride. Not to mention his ego. But how could you hate the very things that drew you to him in the first place. You looked over at him, reminding yourself why you were angry. You hated how he picked a fight with an emperor of the sea. He wanted to prove himself and lost an arm in the process. You wanted him to care about himself. About how seeing him get hurt in turn hurted you. You wanted him to think of you. But it seemed like he never cared.

“Are you going to say something or just keep starin’ at me?” Kidd spoke curtly. He met your gaze. A hint of annoyance in his eyes. It hurt you. You felt sick. You could almost swear he hated you. You felt it. His lack of understanding your thoughts had turned into hatred. “Kidd…” You said his name softly. You wanted him to hear you out but every time you tried to explain he would pick a fight. The very thought of arguing in the middle of a storm felt exhausting and you didn't want to push any buttons. You decided to play nice. “What.” “...How’s your wound? Healing okay?” Your voice was gentle in an attempt to disarm him. You inched your way closer to him, his gaze fixated on you. He traced his fingers on the outside of his bandages. “S’fine” Kidd’s voice was a low grumble, almost shaking you off. You reached over and lightly placed your hand on his face. “I just... Please think next time.” You looked at him sadly. Thinking of how lucky he was to get away from Shanks alive. He swatted your hand away “Here we fuckin’ go. Don’t you get tired of berating me? If you hate me that much then fuckin’ leave.” Kidd turned his head away, rolling his eyes as he faced the wall once again.

“I don’t hate you. I can’t hate you. The problem is-” You turned his head around with your own hands, forcing him to look at you. You wanted him to listen to you well this time. “I’m so tired of arguing with you. Why can’t you see what it does to me? Why can’t you see me.” You pleaded with him. Kidd’s eyes softened slightly “I can’t lose you Kidd. You act recklessly and get yourself in life and death situations. I just can’t do this anymore.” You studied his face, his eyebrows furrowed as you watched him try to understand. “What are you talking about? I thought you were pissed at me.” “I was-I am. I’m pissed that you constantly put me in situations where I have to worry about you. I don’t want to wonder if this fight is the fight that kills you. I can’t do it.”

Kidd’s body relaxed. He let out a breath, letting go of the tension he had held in as he started to realize why you had been so mad at him. He watched as tears pooled in your eyes. He chuckled lightly, wiping away your tears with his thumb and caressing your cheek. “You’re so stupid.” Kidd smiled. “This whole time I was wondering why you were so mad at me and it’s because you love me too much.” Kidd spoke, teasing you lightly. “I didn’t know you just couldn’t live without me” He laughed. You punched his chest playfully. “Shut the fuck up. I’m never speaking again.” You pouted. Kidd patted your head lightly, kissing your forehead. “Dramatic much?” He paused. “You know, you could have at least a little faith in me. I’m not some weak loser, you’ve seen the bounty.” Kidd bragged, making you laugh a bit. “Now stop whining, I’m still your captain and you have to do what I say.” You sat up, pulling away from him. “Fuck you.” You said, smiling as you flipped him off.

He threw a pillow at your head. “I’m sure you want to. But we have no time for that right now.” He got up suddenly, looking back at you. A bright blush washed up on your cheeks at his crude joke. “I have to go out there and make sure this ship doesn’t sink. You stay here, it’s too fucked out there.” He winked at you. “And when I come back we can do that thing you said.” He laughed, proud at his callback at his own joke.

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Play fighting

Samuel Kiszka x f!reader

See part two here

Summary: Your best friend Sam invites you over for a dinner at his place, theres no harm in a little play fighting, right?

Words: roughly 3.6k

Warnings: some friends to lovers action, alcohol consumption, slapping/hitting, sorta bratty Sam, SMUT, dom Sam, slight impact play, masturbation, unprotected sex (don't do it y'all), slight cock warming, BONUS: mentions of Jake having a gf (sorry Jake girls)

A/N: a Sammy fic in honor of his birthday, I had to speed through this to get it out before/by the third because, for some smart reason, I decided to start it hella late so I am very sorry if it is not the best.

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You find yourself at the steps of your best friend's house for about the 2nd time this week. Sam had invited you for dinner with him, Danny, Jake, & Josh after you recently mentioned wanting to see his brothers again. Unsurprisingly, instead of simply making a reservation at a nice restaurant, Sam insisted on making dinner.

"Y/N!" Sam exclaims as he opens the door, throwing his arms in the air and immediately pulling you through the door. "Jesus Sam, I saw you yesterday," you giggle while trying to escape his hold on you.

"Hi guys!" you wave to the boys sitting at the island, you must've been tardy since you got here after everyone else. Setting down your bag on the counter, Sam stabs his index finger into your side, eliciting a yelp and flinch from you.

"You asshole!" You whine, lifting your arm to hit him, but are stopped by a death grip on your wrist. "Calm down, princess," he nonchalantly lets go of your wrist and brings his hand up to your chin, squeezing the skin of your cheeks to make your lips pucker.

"Knock it off," you mumble, pulling his hand away from your mouth to pour a glass of wine.

You walk into the living room where Jake is sat with tequila in hand listening to the music playing for background noise. "So... Y/N," Jake devilishly smiles, your mind preparing for whatever he's about to say. "Yes, Jakey?" You sit down next to him, anxiously sipping the wine you poured just minutes before.

"You and Sam hookup yet?" He nudges your arm with his elbow which causes a drop to jump up and splash back down in your glass. "Jake!" You gasp, and you feel your cheeks start to grow red "I can't remember how many times I've told you, we're just friends!"

Jake lets out a chuckle from within his chest "oh come on Y/N. You're always flirting with each other, I swear to god I've seen his hand up your skirt." You start to become flustered in reaction to his words, and the thought of your best friend's hand up your skirt gets stuck in your mind. "First of all, I can assure you that you've never seen his hand up my skirt."

You stand up in protest "and second of all I would not give up our years of friendship just to relieve some 'sexual tension'." You watch as Jake's lips curl up into a shit-eating grin, now you know you've messed up.

"So you admit it? There is something with you two."

Of course there was. Sam was too hot for his own good and you couldn't stop yourself from thinking it. You would never admit it aloud, but you loved whenever Sam fucked with you. There was no denying you felt something for your best friend, however, there was nothing to do about it.

"No Jake that's not what I meant," you lied "can we talk about something else? Please?"

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"How was it?" Sam smiles as you approach him at the sink, waiting your turn to wash your plate off. "Terrible," you crash your hip into him with a giggle "no, it was really good, thanks Sammy."

"Ah, the wife's calling," Jake jokes in that British accent everyone likes to call 'Oliver Reed', specifically when he's drunk. Not long after picking up the phone, Jake hangs up with who seems to be his girlfriend "hey guys I'm gonna head home."

"You sure you can drive like this?" You giggle, settling next to Sam on the couch. "I can drive," Josh suggests, knowing damn well he's not any less drunk than anyone else here.

"Whatever, just get home safe," Sam wraps his arm around the back of the sofa and leans back, waving to his brothers getting their coats on and ready to leave. "You guys, if there's anyone who has to drive I think it should be Daniel," Sam nods his head in agreement with your words.

"What? Are you trying to get rid of me?" Danny smiles, grabbing his keys and jacket. "No! I was just saying!" you blush, sitting up and leaning forward. "Oh it's fine, I needed to get some things done around the house anyways.. and it'd be better if they didn't die. I'll see you later," Danny meets the other two at the door with a smile.

"Bye, guys! Love you!" You call as they file out the door, earning waves and 'goodbyes' from them before turning your attention to Sam. "Guess it's just you and me handsome," you joke, bringing your knees up to your chest and bumping him with your leg.

"How about we switch this music to something smoother, maybe.. jazz?" Sam gestures to the record player, standing slowly on steady legs. Suddenly, that image Jake gave you of Sam's hand up your skirt pops into your mind. You got nervous at the thought of being alone with Sam, tipsy and listening to smooth jazz.

You stand up to shake the inappropriate thoughts, you'd be lying if you said this was the first time you thought about him in this way. "Aww, Sammy," you giggle "you finally got an incense holder!"

You've been pestering him for not owning a holder for weeks, at some point he must've given in and bought one. You pull a mystery stick out of a mini vase "what is it? The scent."

"I don't know, light it and find out," Sam turns his head to look at you after finally getting the damn vinyl situated, the soothing sounds of jazz filling the room. "You know," Sam adds, his lips curling up into a smirk "Jake was talking to me earlier."

Your heart starts beating at an unimaginable pace, of course Jake talked to Sam as well. "Really? Me too," you step back from the shelf where his vinyls and incense sit, trying to muster up all the confidence you could.

"Yeah? Then I'm assuming he said the same thing to you, huh?" Sam has that stupid grin on his face that he always does whenever he's up to no good. "The thing about me and you?" You put your hands on your hips.

"what about you and me?" Sam smirks "I was thinking of what he said about my cooking."

Suddenly your cheeks get dangerously hot and you plant your face in your hands "oh god, Sam!" Of course, Sam knew what he was doing, it was in his nature to fuck with you. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

His devious laughter at your distaste infuriates you. Without a second thought, you are angrily walking over to him and hitting his chest with just enough force to make him fight back.

Before you can get a second hit on him he's hooking his arm behind your knees and lifting you into the air. "Hey!" You kick your legs as he adjusts you to be hanging upside down. You're lucky the dress you wore was fitted or else everything would be on display for your best friend to see "Sam! I'm wearing a dress!"

"Maybe you should've thought of that before you hit me like a little brat," he chuckles, your slip dress starting to bunch up at your shorts. Before you can protest, you're being laid down on the floor and he's fixing the skirt "wouldn't want my princess to be uncomfortable."

His cocky words spark something inside of you, you start to feel the wetness growing between your thighs and there was absolutely no stopping it. You start to sit up, grabbing onto Sam's legs and pulling him down with loud giggles.

"Agh! Man down!" Sam shouts, prying your arms off from around his legs. You quickly stand up before he can do anything, jolting back to avoid his arms swatting at your feet. "Come on Sammy! Stand up, tough guy!" You cackle, holding up your arms as if to punch.

"Oh, you don't really think you can beat me, do you?" Sam chuckles, rising to his feet and grabbing your wrists in an iron grip. "Well if you'd let go of my arms maybe I could!" You giggle, yanking your arms back and kicking his shins.

"Ow, you little shit!" He lets go of your arms and attempts to tackle you despite your many dodges. Finally, Sam gets you down and wrestles for dominance, the both of you frantically moving around the soft carpet.

Suddenly, you scurry up to your feet and away from your best friend. "Where do you think you're going?" Sam chuckles, quickly standing up and walking over to you. You were standing by a wall, already plotting your escape but too late once he approaches you.

Unknowing what to do, you start hitting his chest, loud giggles escaping your lips with each throw of your arms. Sam slots his leg between your thighs and slams you against the wall, grabbing your arms and pinning them by your head.

You stop giggling, your eyes wide and mouth agape. "What's wrong baby?" Sam smirks as you squirm under his grasp, unable to escape from his hold. Sam's eyes grow dark and blown out with lust "looks like you lost, princess."

"Sam," his name comes out in a broken whisper as you look down to your feet, there was absolutely no chance of shutting him off now. Staring intently into his eyes, you start to stutter "Sam, we're drunk."

By now, the incense has burned out and you both completely drowned out the music playing in the back. "Mm, not really," he inches closer "it's been a while."

He was right, you were buzzed, but not drunk. You were frightened, not sure if this is how your friendship with him would end. Your mind races as he brings his face even closer, his warm breath fanning across your face "Sam.. Are you sure?"

"I'm positive," Sam presses a kiss to your cheek "are you?" You stood with your reflections, trying to decide what to do as quickly as possible.

"Mhm," you consent, looking up and locking your eyes with his. "Let me hear you say it, lovely," he kisses the corner of your mouth, letting go of your arm and stroking your cheek. "Yes, Sammy. Please kiss me," you whisper, gazing into his beautiful eyes with great adoration.

Wasting no time, he smashes his lips against yours. Your lips molded together beautifully, locking like puzzle pieces. To your surprise, the slow, passionate kiss turned hungry within a matter of seconds. He drops your arm with his other hand, his arms wandering from your face to your waist, holding you still against the wall, and his tongue swipes across your lips.

You open your mouth slightly to grant him access to your mouth, and his hands move down further to hold your ass with a squeeze. "Sam," you pull back "take me to your room."

"A bit impatient, are you?" Sam smiles smugly, landing a slap against your ass which causes you to release a small moan. With a chuckle, Sam is lifting you by your legs once again and throws you over his shoulder to bring you to his room, now making sure your dress falls to your waist with a slight shake of your body.

With every step up the stairs, you grow more and more impatient, your arousal soaking your panties at the excitement of knowing you were moments away from fucking your devastatingly attractive best friend.

The door opens and he sets you down, you look around the familiar setting of his minimal cozy room, basking in the beautiful scent of sandalwood and possibly eucalyptus. Your moment of contentment is interrupted by the loud slamming of the door behind you and Sam's footsteps toward you.

The first time you had ever considered Sam in this way was after a long day. Stress had piled up due to work and you decided to relieve it by taking a warm shower, but after that didn't work you decided to take it into your own hands, literally. As you reached your peak, you pictured Sam's hand replacing your own, and you couldn't shake that thought for weeks.

"Tell me doll," Sam cups your cheek "how do you like it?" You impatiently pull down your shorts so that they're resting at your ankles "I don't care, just fuck me."

"What's the magic word?" he squeezes your face in between his hands to the point where it starts to hurt. "Seriously, Sam?" you pull on his hands in an attempt to get him to let go.

"I'm not gonna touch you until you say it, spoiled brat," instead of letting go, he squeezes your cheeks tighter. "Oh my God, fine." you muster up the best 'fuck me' eyes you possibly could "please Sammy, fuck me. I need it so bad."

"Atta girl," he lets go of his hold on your cheeks, gently slapping one cheek before pulling the top of your dress down below your breasts. "God, you're fucking gorgeous," Sam marvels at your chest, your nipples instantly stiffening at the air hitting your freshly bare boobs.

"On the bed," Sam demands, undoing his belt. You do just as he says, climbing on the bed and sitting on your shins, your hands tucked neatly between your thighs so that your arms are pushing your breasts together slightly.

The bed you were sitting on was the same bed he held you in while you were crying, the same bed he took you to after blacking out at the bar, the same bed you gossiped to him in, and now it'll be the same bed he fucked you in.

He lets both his pants and boxers fall to his ankles, pulling them off his feet and walking toward you. "Oh my God," you mutter, squeezing your thighs together even tighter than before. "What is it, baby?" Sam wraps his hand around his cock with an iron grip, pumping at a dangerously slow pace that made you wince in anticipation.

"Sam, you- you're big," you stutter, shamelessly staring at his length in awe. "What'd you expect pretty?" Sam smirks, incredibly proud of himself.

"I don't know," you finally break eye contact with his cock to look at his face "not this."

"Were you really about to fuck me while expecting me to be small?" Sam fakes offense, a shit-eating smirk you knew all too well playing on his lips. "No! I thought you were gonna be, I don't know.. average," you stutter, your head dropping to look down at your knees.

"Look at me," Sam's voice gets deeper. Your head darts up, meeting his lust-blown eyes.

Sam takes steady steps toward you, climbing on the bed and sitting in front of you. He taps the underside of your thigh "Sit up." Without another second to waste, you're rising, shifting your weight fully onto your knees.

Sam hikes up your dress, sighing at the inconvenience of your panties blocking his access "take these off." You shimmy the fabric off of your hips and down to your knees as he removes his shirt from his body. Sam does not wait to slot his fingers between the lips of your heat.

Your hand flies to his cock as he starts to rub merciless circles around your clit, swirling your hand around his rock-hard length. "Oh God, Sammy," his name flies out of your mouth so effortlessly, like it was always meant to emerge from your lips in such a lewd situation like this.

Sam speeds up his pace, your upper body collapses into his shoulder and your legs start to quiver. You begin to slow down your arm, leisurely stroking him and tugging with each pump. "Fuck Y/N just like that," Sam groans, almost as a whisper.

"Sammy!" you moan "oh my God Sam, I'm close." The sensation was so addictive, jutting your hips forward to chase your upcoming high.

"I know baby," he could tell by your breath significantly speeding up and your moans progressively getting louder and louder.

Before either of you can reach orgasm, he pulls his hand from you and rips your hand away from him. Leaning in toward you, he whispers deeply into your ear "don't think I'm letting you off that easily, after hitting me and saying you could beat me."

"Please Sam," you whine, falling back down onto your shins with a pout. "Jesus Christ Y/N, don't be so impatient. I'll make you cum once you've earned it."

"Yeah? And how do I do that Sammy?" you furrow your brows, annoyed at his cocky attitude. "When you stop acting like a spoiled, needy bitch," he grunts, flipping you over and shoving your head into the sheets.

You've seen sam upset before, but never like this. It was intriguing, and without a doubt hot.

With your ass pointing up in the air, he situates himself behind you and lays a smack against it. "I think you need to apologize before I can fuck you," Sam grasps the meat of your ass.

"Oh my God," you mumble, just loud enough for Sam to hear and slap your ass in disapproval. "Sam, I am so sorry for being a brat. Please, fuck me," you beg, swivelling your hips for him to know you're ready.

"Good," Sam swipes his hand over the red mark on your ass before grasping the base of his cock and flicking his tip over your soaked pussy which is just enough for you to moan his name softly.

Without warning, Sam is stretching you out in one slow and agonizing thrust before pulling out to come back down with one quicker, sharper thrust into you. The sting of him stretching you out felt so amazing "how does it feel doll?"

"So good Sammy. Please, never stop," you moan, moving your head to make sure your words are heard. Sam bends down so that his chest is flush against the skin of your back not being covered by the silk fabric, snaking his arm around you to meet his fingers with your clit, your body jolting at the sensation.

You mewl as he starts to rub harsh circles on your little bundle of nerves whilst thrusting deep into you. "Yeah? You like that baby?" Sam mutters between thrusts and heavy breaths. You shriek his name into the sheets of his bed before frantically nodding your head, your arm snaking down to meet his hand and adjusting his fingers to be pressing hard against the swollen bud.

"Oh God Sam," you cry, the head of his beautiful cock hitting a different sweet spot with every thrust. He hit spots you didn't think were possible to hit, spots that you didn't even know existed and were desperate for attention.

"Come on princess, let go for me," Sam whispers, his cock beginning to brush against your g spot with each movement of his hips. Sam sits back up, fingers still rubbing around your clit and still thrusting mercilessly into you, now just covered in a thin layer of sweat caused by your hot bodies pressed against each other.

"Shit," he mumbles, his orgasm quickly approaching him. A heavy fog takes over your mind, completely blurring your vision as the knot in your stomach tightens.

The band of pleasure inside you snaps, and you cry out as he helps you ride out your high, his orgasm coming just seconds after. The warm sensation of his cum spurting out inside you was addicting, you would let him stay inside of you like this all night if given the chance.

The pleasure he gave you was unlike anything you've ever felt before, it was so different from all your other partners that failed to please you. It's like Sam already knew your body, like you've done this with him a million times before.

His thrusts come to a slow stop, staying still in the same position for a few moments to fully come back down to earth. Sam starts to pull out "wait," you mutter, not ready to miss the contact just yet.

"Just tell me when you're ready baby," Sam's tone is much different from what you've seen tonight, it was soft and sincere. As much as you loved his sassy attitude, this sweet tone could instantly make you fall in love all over again.

"Okay," you mutter after waiting a few seconds, bracing yourself. Slowly, he pulls out of you, and you hiss at the sensation followed by a breathy moan. Sam slowly crawls around and lays next to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer.

You cuddle your head into his chest, damp due to the thin layer of sweat coating both of your bodies. "Jesus Christ," you start to giggle, your head tilting up to get a good look at his gorgeous face.

You slowly sit up and crawl toward the edge of the bed, struggling to stand on weak legs, Sam following you. You shed off the remaining fabric on your body before lifting the toilet seat and sitting down, Sam wetting a washcloth with warm water as you go pee. "Wait," he places his hand on your shoulder to sit you back down while you go to stand up.

Sam taps your knee "open for me." He gently wipes the sticky slick off of your inner thighs before peppering soft kisses to the area. "Thanks, Sammy," you smile, kissing the top of his head and holding onto him as you both stand up.

"So what now?" you say, laying back down next to him in the bed, your mind flipping through every consequence of having sex with your best friend. "Shh," he whispers "we can talk in the morning."

You nod your head, lifting your upper body to press a kiss to his beautiful lips before tangling your hands in the soft tresses of his brown hair. It was within a matter of seconds that you start to doze off to the warmth of his body.

"Goodnight Sam," you whisper, getting even closer to his body, as if that was even possible.

"Goodnight lovely."

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