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wonwoosthetic · 3 years ago

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K-Pop Masterlist

Wonwoo, SVT (Smut): 74.

Warnings — pure smut, no storyline, slight choking (once)

Word Count — 1.9k

A/N: This is based on a request, but it got deleted, thankfully I saved it before but I hope the person finds it :(

74. "Oh God...", "That's not my name, Baby."

You were tired, and this was supposed to be a nice Friday night at home movie marathon... so why were you and your partner trying to get each other's clothes off your bodies?

Wonwoo's right hand had a grip on your face while his left hand had been travelling up your shirt, keeping itself busy with your exposed boobs. Thanks to the couch in your living room being wide enough, your boyfriend had placed one of his legs in between yours, making it perfect for you to satisfy the friction that had built up inside your core. The pants both of you were still wearing added to the pleasure of you rubbing yourself on his thigh, which he quickly noticed and chuckled, "You wanna get yourself off on my thigh so bad?", and your makeout session stopped as his eyes found yours, "then you just have to ask."

His thumb caressed your cheek, making you slightly lean into his palm and move your hips more upwards. That action quickly got stopped when both of his big hands landed on your hips, "Use your words and you get to that." You knew he was in his usual dom persona, and being a brat would make you have to wait for a release way longer than if you just obeyed his demands.

"Please, Wonwoo," you whined. He only raised a brow, motioning for you to continue, "Please let me come on your thigh." His right hand quickly found their way back to your face, this time, holding at your chin, "I told you, you'd have to ask," he teased, "But I can't say no when I hear you whine so beautifully."

With one quick motion, the pants you had been wearing, got ripped off, leaving you in your panties only. Before you could even do anything else, you felt another tight grip on your hips before you were suddenly not lying on the couch anymore, but sitting in Wonwoo's lap. More importantly: sitting on one of his thighs. Not sparing another minute, you started moving your hips forth and back, thanks to the work he had done earlier of getting you that rilled up.

"Someone's a bit impatient today, huh?" he wondered with a cocky undertone. You couldn't answer him as your mouth was filled with moans once he started flexing his thigh muscles just to mess with you, moaning higher every time it happened. With your hands on his shoulders, you tried steadying yourself as good as possible.

"You really think you can come like that? You don't want any help from me?" The man asked again, not letting you get off by yourself.

"Yeah," you moaned as he tightened his muscles again, right when you answered.

"Alright," he grinned, "If you say so," and sat back to enjoy the show you were giving him.

You pushed your panties to the side to feel the material of his pants rubbing against you. It was all going smoothly when he abruptly started bouncing his leg up and down. Your hands immediately went down to hold his thigh as you curled your back, almost falling onto his chest due to the suddenly added friction. A grin spread on his lips as soon as you reacted to his teasing.

"Wonwoo," you breathed out shakingly as he didn't stop moving his leg, "fuck..."

"What?" his hands held onto your hips, "You said, you wanted to do it like this, so go on."

With your new grip, you were able to move at a steadier pace, plus thanks to the new motion, the hot feeling in your core spread quickly. Your moans became more irregular and quicker when Wownoo leaned closer to you to attack your neck with his mouth. Starting right below your ear, his kisses travelled along your jawline and down the front of your neck, making your head fall back and letting him have easier access to it.

You moving your hips back and forth became harder by the second as your climax got closer and closer. Your boyfriend seemed to notice that and he suddenly stopped, and his grip got too tight for you to move more.

"What-", you wanted to start complaining, but he shut you up with his lips on yours. Sticking his tongue into your mouth, earning another moan from you. Your arms held onto his face, pulling him as close as possible.

He pulled back to whisper into your ear, "You really think I was gonna let you come like just like that?" and abruptly stood up, holding onto you, before placing you back on the couch with him hovering above you. Wonwoo got his hands on your legs to untangle them from his hips.

With his hand on your cheek, his thumb running across your lips, he looked deeply into your eyes, "And now let me do my job." Before lowering himself onto his knees and ripping your underwear off you. Wonwoo pulled you to lay your legs over each one of his shoulders and didn't spare another minute to dive into your folds. He dragged his tongue along your slit, up, down, and up again, holding still at your clit where he started drawing circles around it. Without hesitation, your hands went to the top of his head, grasping his hair and pulling slightly on it. Your moans from earlier became a lot louder and higher, now receiving the pleasure you're used to.

"Oh God," you whined, overstimulated from the work you had done before. Right after your exclamation, you felt a cold breeze between your legs as Wonwoo had raised his head to look at you, "That's not my name, baby," and got closer with a hand on your neck, closing his fingers around it, just slightly, "Either you start moaning the right name or I'll stop." Without waiting for a response, he went back to fucking your soul out of your body with his tongue alone. His tongue went deeper, sliding into you. He started letting his tongue roll around, quickly moving from left to right, before coming up to the bundle of nerves that would send you over the edge - drawing figures of eight instead of circles.

"Wonwooooo," you dragged out his name as you felt him slipping inside you again. You felt him chuckle, "That's right," and his hot breath against your core as he answered.

High pitched moans kept on leaving your mouth as they became more and more irregular. Holding onto your boyfriend's hair for dear life only did so much, but it didn't help you from pushing back the insane amount of pleasure you were feeling. The hot feeling between your hips expanded when you suddenly felt like it exploded, and you came on his tongue, almost screaming out loud. You dug the heels of your feet into his back while he kept on eating you out as if he had been starving the entire day.

As you tried getting yourself up again by your elbows, as good as you can due to your legs still shaking, you felt a hand on your stomach. Wonwoo placed a kiss on your clit, making you shudder one more time, before trailing them up your stomach, one by one, travelling up higher until he reached your lips over which he stopped and hovered over,

"You're not done yet." You heard him dragging his pants down his legs, his boxers along with them. His strong arms wrapped around your frame, and your legs went around his hips like before. He carried you again for a quick second, only to sit himself down where you had been laying, and put you on his lap.

You felt his erection against your pelvis, exciting you when you felt how high up to your stomach it went, remembering how deep he would inside of you due to his size. When his hands gripped onto your ass, you tightened your arms around his neck, pulling him against you to kiss him deeply. As your tongues were dancing against each other, he took the time, to sink you back down onto his size, filling you up completely. You had to stop and free yourself from his kiss, and moans left both of your mouths, breathing against each other.

"Jesu-", before you were even able to finish, you felt a sharp slap against your ass, making you jolt in surprise, but Wonwoo only provocatively raised his eyebrows, "Wrong name again, princess."

You rolled your eyes to his statement, and went back to make out with him when he grabbed your chin, "I can also leave you like that. You want that?" He waited for a few seconds before continuing, making sure that you were looking at him, "Or do you want to come again?"

When he didn't receive an answer from you, he slammed his hips up, hitting your g-spot with his tip, making you screech and hold onto his shoulders as you fell forward.

"So," he started again, "You want me to stop? Or do you want to come one more time?" You tried catching your breath, but as that took your opportunity away to answer and Wonwoo was getting impatient, he slapped your ass again. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as you moaned again, "Fuck, please make me come, please." Instead of answering, he just chuckled and got to work.

He started moving his hips, hitting you deeply, but as that didn't give you enough friction, you started moving yourself. Him up and down, and you back and forth, kept Wonwoo groaning every now and then, adding on to the heat of the scene. You kept your forehead on his shoulder as his lips found their way back to your neck, making sure to suck on the spot he had targeted earlier. His hands went underneath the shirt you were wearing, engulfing your tits with his big hands.

To grind your clit against his pelvis, you got as close to him as possible, holding onto the hair on the back of his head, which made him leave a deep groan. Once he noticed your movements getting sloppier, his hands went back to your ass to help you. In your head, you thanked him, but your mouth did it with a high pitched moan.

"Fuck, come on, you can do it," he felt your walls tightening around him, making him remember the feeling of whenever you were about to come on him.

His demand made you move quicker and harder against him, wanting to finally reach your second orgasm, which hit you more intense than before and if you had leaned back to rub your g-spot against him, you swore, you would have squirted right then and there. Your head fell back as you felt your walls grasping onto his dick, feeling every vein of his. It only took another two seconds for Wonwoo to release himself, shooting his cum up inside of you, which made you shiver.

Riding out your orgasm, he pulled you in by the back of your head, smashing his lips onto yours. Mixed with your moans and breaths against each other's mouths, the both of you kept on moving your hips. Slowly but surely, you stopped and separated your lips from each other while still staying just as close.

"And you think God or Jesus could make you come like that," he looked at you with a confident smirk, putting some of your hair behind your ear. You chuckled, smacked his chest, and rested your forehead back on his shoulder.

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Look at me writing pure smut with no storyline whatsoever, who am I...

As promised 🧚‍♀️ :) I hope it’s good😅

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sillywilly · 3 years ago

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hi !! i was wondering if I could request Matt Murdock with a m!reader and they are confessing to each other, but reader is a dumbass(endearing) dhddhjddbn,,,,,

I think it’s very funny if Matt is trying to be subtle and flirty and go something like “I want to be the opposite of best friends” and r is just like “…you want to be not best friends?? Are we breaking up🧍‍♀️” ,,,,chaotic dumbassery is my favorite drink djjdjdjdf thankyouthankyou

LMAOOO omg this is so cute omg!

Matt Murdock x Male Reader

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You were sat on matt’s couch whilst he poured you a drink. He had called you and said that he had something important to tell you. Matt didn’t sound angry or upset on the phone, so your worries we’re quite low.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as matt sat down next to you. He placed your drink on the table, the ice in it making a clinking sound. You looked up at Matt, he had a small smile on his face, seemingly looking towards you.

He put his hand out, and you looked at him with confusion. “What’re you doin’?” You laughed, Matt let out a small chuckle. “Put your hand in mine.” Matt didn’t seem to have any bad intent by it, so you giggled and did so.

As you placed your hand in his, he held yours more tightly. Slowly, he was holding your one hand with both of his, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand. His hand felt rough, but his touch was gentle.

You took your other hand and held his, he thought your hands were attractive, they fit perfectly in his, and simply belonged in his. Actually, he loved everything about you. He thought of you was way more than just his best friend.

Once, you both shared a nice moment whilst you read a book to him. You both laid on this same couch, you on the floor, leaning your back against the couch, reading.

He had his legs on either side of you, leaning back into the couch cushions comfortably. He liked your voice, the way it pronounced D’s and S’s, it was just so soft and gentle for someone with such a deep voice.

What had surprised you was when Matt put his hand in your hair. A shiver went up your spine has he brought his fingers down to your nape, then rubbed them up your neck and through your hair.

It was a pleasant feeling, Matt felt you lean into his touch, he thought it was adorable. You stuttered for a moment, but continued reading as Matt decided to play with your hair some more.

Eventually, Matt rested his hand on the back of your neck gently, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb. What a wonderful memory, it reminded you of right now, Matt rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

He removed one of his hands to take off his red tinted glasses, then put it back where it was. Matt pick up your hands and kissed your fingers, making you feel warm. You giggled “Woah dude! so romantic!!!”

Matt let out a breathy laugh, his deep, monotone voice playing as music to your ears. You always liked Matt’s laugh, you found it really attractive, along with his wonderful voice.

“(Y/n), I don’t want to be best friends anymore, I want the opposite.” You tilted your head, what did he mean? “So…You don’t wanna be friends anymore?” You didn’t mean to sound as shaky as you did, but truthfully, you were worried for the worst.

Matt giggled sweetly, “No no, that’s not what I mean don’t worry.” You laughed along with him nervously, “Are you breaking up with me?” “The opposite, actually.” Matt laughed. He smiled at you sweetly.

“Okay okay, so even bestest best friends?” You didn’t take the hint, Matt put moved his hand to cup your cheek. “May I?” He ran his thumb over your jawline, sending shivers up your back.

“May you what?” You still didn’t get it, but felt embarrassed from his touch.

“May I kiss you?” Matt thought your clueless trait was adorable.

You stuttered out some in distinct sounds before going quiet and slowly nodding. Then you realized he was blind, “Oh! Yes.” You stuttered with a giggle. “You just nodded right?” He laughed and rubbed your hand to comfort you.

“Yeah, sorry.” “Don’t even worry, it’s alright, dear.” A simple nickname had your face heating up, Matt heard your heartbeat quicken. “I’m gonna kiss you now.” He giggled, then leaned forward and gently put his lips on yours.

You kissed back, being very inexperienced. He slowly used his lips to guide you, cupping your face in his hand kindly. You never felt more of a high than in this moment.

The kiss lasted a few seconds, a few wonderful seconds in which you both enjoyed. You hadn’t kissed anyone in so long, but Matt’s lips were the only ones you wanted to kiss now.

“Bro? That was really gay.” You joked.

“No kidding.” Matt laughed along with you.

Matt looked towards your form, he could hear you breath quickening. Your lips were soft as they were rough, he found it endearing. Matt looked down, then asked the big question.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?”

“Of course!”

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woooooooooo i did it, still got another matt fic in the works from another ask, just need to rlly think ab the plot of it lolol

hope u liked it yeysysys

#daredevil x male reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x male reader #matt murdock x gender neutral reader #matt murdock

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tbzxnight · 3 years ago

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as you wish, princess

warning: nsfw, contains a lot of smut.

"No Kevin, I'm not listening to what you have to say. You were clearly flirting with her," you say, seething despite the cringe you feel at yourself for your immature, jealous behaviour. You cross your arms in front of you and start to walk away. "Okay, no no wait-" Kevin says panickedly, running in front of you and grabbing you by the shoulders, "Listen, she was just asking me about some sheet music for a song she was performing, it's not what you think." "Right and how exactly is practically groping someone's biceps related to sheet music? " You counter, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, come on, who wouldn't want to cope a feel at these babies? " Kevin smirks, pushing up his sleeve to reveal his actually quite impressive bicep. You would've admired them more, even turned on a bit, if you weren't fuming. "Ugh! " You brush his hand off, rolling your eyes as you walk around and past him to make your way to the bedroom. As you sit down on the bed, he kneels in front of you. "I'm sorry, it honestly didn't even cross my mind that she was flirting," he continues, holding your hands. "Whatever," you dismiss him, although he could tell you were softening up as you keep your hands in his.

He moves to sit beside you, a slight smile on his face told you the wheels in his head were turning. "Would this help make it up to you? " He murmurs as he pushes your hair behind your ear and nibbling on your earlobe. "No," you say firmly, holding onto your pride. He hums as he makes his way down, trailing kisses on your jawline and stops to suck on your neck. "How about now, baby? " He asks again, in a low voice. Still in denial, you shake your head no despite his actions making your core throb. Letting go of your hand, his hand slides into your pants, making you gasp when he makes contact.

"Gotcha," he rubs his middle finger up and down your slit while his thumb presses into your clit. Putty in his hands, you lean on him subconsciously as he gathers your wetness on his fingers. He brings his slick fingers to his mouth, letting out a satisfied mmh when he tastes you. You couldn't help but smile at this, vibrating with how turned on you were now. His hands gently push you back onto the bed as climbs on top of you to kiss you with a new vigour, then making his way kissing down your body.

He unfastens the button of your jeans and swiftly yanks them down along with your panties, all the way off where he pauses for just a second. The corners of your mouth lift into a smile at Kevin's momentary admiration of your pussy on the edge of your bed. His eyes flicker up to meet yours, maintaining eye contact as he slowly sank to his knees in front of you. You spread your legs, slowly giving into him despite yourself as his lips ghost over your warm heat. He spreads your folds apart and licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit with a flattened tongue.

You bite down a moan, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as your hips roll up against Kevin's tongue. In between long licks and penetrating jabs of his tongue, you hear him muttering about how pretty your pussy is and how good you taste. Feeling warmth creep up your cheeks at his words, you let yourself go to him - anger completely dissipated. You grasp his hair and pull him off you, "I want you inside me, now, I can't wait," you demand. "As you wish, princess," Kevin winks at you, licking his lips which were covered in your juices.

He climbs up your body to stop in front of you face, taking your lips in his. You moan as you taste yourself, his hands roaming under your shirt to thumb across your nipples. Your body arches involuntarily to get closer to his touch, you just couldn't get enough. He's lining himself up with your entrance when you touch his shoulder to stop him. "Actually I want you to fuck me doggy-style," you state, trying your luck. Kevin laughs at your many demands, but is ready and willing to do anything to satisfy you.

He lifts you up and turns you around so you were on your hands and knees on the bed. "God, you're so beautiful," he lets out a sigh, groping your ass before landing a sharp smack across your left cheek. Your head tips back at the strike, a whimper leaving your lips as he does it again. Arousal drips down your thighs with every spank as your fingers grip the sheets below your tightly. He soothes the burn with a few gentle strokes of his palm, humming in approval when you arch your back. "Fuck, Kevin, just fuck me already," you moan out, the constant stimulation with no release more torturous than you expected.

"Okay, okay, my pretty baby, I'm sorry, no more teasing," he soothes, kissing your shoulder as he positions himself behind you. Stroking his length a few times, he lines up his tip with your entrance, doing some shallow thrusts first. Your whimpers grow louder as he continues, pleas and begs falling carelessly from your lips as you rut against his cock. He sinks into you slowly, finally giving you what you want, shuddering when your walls surround his length in an intoxicating grip. Without warning, he increases the tempo, his hips slapping loudly against your ass as he pounds into you.

"Kevin- oh my god- fuck, choke me," you rasp, taking the opportunity to fully give in to your desires. Kevin usually doesn't like choking you, not wanting to hurt you in any way but now that he was at your mercy, he couldn't say no. He wraps his long fingers around the base of your neck, squeezing lightly to test out the waters. He groans when you clench around him in response, increasing his speed while constricting your air flow until your vision is dotted with white. All of his ministrations have you lost in a daze of lust, the electric current of an impending orgasm buzzing throughout your body.

Kevin's other hand that had been resting on your waist moves around inbetween your thighs to press against your clit before slapping it lightly causing your body to jolt as you moan loudly. Your jaw hangs open, moans falling out helplessly as he continues to thrust into you while slapping your clit and at the same time, cutting off your air supply. All of the stimulation combined sends you over the edge as you screw your eyes shut tight, gripping the sheets and curling your toes, shaking violently under his continued pace.

You're so out of it for a while, bathed in your own ecstasy, that you didn't notice he had come too. His chest is flush against your back as he grunts your name, holding you close until his hips stutter to a complete stop. Worn out and breathing heavily, he falls on the bed beside you where you join him, your head resting on his bicep. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his embrace. "Am I forgiven now, babe? " he smiles smugly, kissing your forehead. You roll your eyes but this time while smiling. "Hm, maybe I should get jealous more often," you tease back, pressing your lips to his.

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whiskeynwriting · 3 years ago

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Insatiable - Chapter Seven: Let Me Hear You

Oberyn Martell x OFC Reader “Savia”

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Word count: 7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) violence, multiple mentions of sexual assault (but it doesn’t happen), oral (f receiving), slight exhibitionism, threesome/orgy activities, very soft Oberyn.

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Summary: Oberyn suffers without you by his side. An unforeseen savior takes your protection into his own hands. While the prince searches for you, another woman fights for his affections.

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A/N: yes ma’am we gave our reader a name!! I’m so hype about this, but don’t worry y’all I’m only going to use it when necessary, like when someone is calling reader’s name. I’m still going to refer to her as reader, though, because that’s what she is lol.

- Reader’s name: Savia (s-ah-vee-uh)

- Arakh: a traditional Dothraki weapon; a large, curved blade.

- For y’all that haven’t read/watched Game of Thrones: Khaleesi is the mother of dragons, Daenerys “Stormborn” Targaryen.

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“Oberyn!” you giggle, rolling over and away from his fervent lips.

“Oh, my love,” he moans, only rolling along with you.

He had his hands wrapped around your small frame, completely encasing you in his grasp as his beautiful mouth kissed and sucked along your jawline. He rolled his backside against yours, the two of you as naked as the days you were born beneath the royal sheets. The coarseness of his pubic hair rubbed into your backside, sliding his thick erection between your cheeks.

“I want you…” he purrs, his lips curling into a smirk along your neck.

“It’s so early, my prince, a few more minutes.” You grumbled, playfully rolling further away.

He growled, grabbing your hips and yanking you back toward him. You giggled mischievously in response, rolling over in his hold to finally face him. You then reached up, kissing his beautiful lips, feeling him press down into you and grab your gorgeous face. He deepened the kiss almost instantly, licking into your mouth with the excitement of a teenage boy. His hips rolled against your thigh, eagerly rutting against you in desperation.

“You love to tease, don’t you?” he mumbles, his thumb stroking your lower lip.

“Always.” You reply, smirking before sucking the digit inside.

He watched you suck on his thumb, swirling your tongue beneath him with mesmerizing eyes. Oberyn rubbed the pad of his digit onto your wet muscle, gently moving it further inside.

“You little seductress…” he chuckled, his handsome face twisting into an open-mouthed smirk.

He leaned down, removing his thumb from your mouth and cupping your tits in earnest. He mouthed at them, licking and sucking and biting your tender flesh before moving lower. The prince shuffled beneath the sheets, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he met the space between your legs. He shoved himself between your thighs, mouthy hotly at your sex beneath the covers. Your back arched in pleasure, your head thrown back and eyes shut tightly as your hands flew to his hair. You curled fists into his dark, greying locks, shoving him further into you while rolling your hips against his handsome face.

“My prince,” a servant says, entering the room. “Oh, I um, I wasn’t aware –”

“Come in,” you order breathlessly, completely past the point of modesty when it came to the Dornish servants. You were also hungry and expecting breakfast anyway.

He shuffled past you, setting your trays beside the bed. Once lifting their lids, he turned toward you, his head to the side as he spoke.

“Can I do anything else for you, madam?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, “Hand me my wine.”

Since tasting the infamous Dornish wine, you truly couldn’t get enough. You requested it be served to you at every meal, no matter the time of day. Oberyn loved this about you, your admiration for his culture and your quick assimilation to its traditions. He often drank when breaking his fast, too.

The servant poured you a cup, placing it in your waiting hand before rushing off. You shoved the blankets down and over Oberyn’s broad shoulders, moaning out when his eyes met yours at the very moment he dipped his tongue inside. You took a small sip, sighing out in pleasure before offering it to him,

“Would you like a taste, my prince?”

“Pour it over your sex,” he requested, “Let me drink it from you.”

You did as he pleased, pouring the blood-red liquid over your lower stomach, dripping it past your folds. He moaned deeply at the action, mouthing at your core while lapping at the wine pouring past your sodden lips. He slurped as he drank, swallowing every drop from both the cup and your sex.

“Oh…” he sighed, “my love… you’ve never tasted better.”

Now, he sat in bed, reminiscing on the beautiful memory as he lay awake alone. The sun was shining on him, but the day was anything but bright. How could it be, with you not next to him?

His attendants had already brought him his morning meal, but he has not interest in eating. He could barely rise from his bed when the time came to prepare for the day. It was Milena who had finally convinced him to bathe, ushering him over to his washroom and allowing him to rest in the hot, flowery water.

Two days. Two whole days without you, and it was killing him. He hadn’t seen you since the mob swept you away, and his royal guards hadn’t either. The angry crowds continued to rage on for about a day and a half, swarming the streets and causing complete anarchy until the king finally left. King Tommen was quickly sent away, back to King’s Landing in order to preserve his safety and well-being. Doran had met with Dorne’s small council each day you’d been gone, devising plans with his advisors and Oberyn, of course, on how they could reach you.

He’s doing his best, keeping his composure around his daughters and family members, attending his meetings and keeping himself within the palace walls, no matter how badly he wanted to leave. He loved you, but he also loved his daughters. He couldn’t leave them with Dorne consumed in chaos, even if they were kept within the royal building.

“We’re doing everything we can.”

“Clearly not,” he spit, his eyes ablaze with rage.

“We are, my prince.”

“Then where is she?!” he shouts, his booming voice echoing off the delicately crafted walls.

“Oberyn, we’re doing our best –” Doran begins, but is quickly cut off.

“Find her.” Oberyn seethes, slamming his hand on the surface beside his brother.

He stares deeply into his eyes, anger, fear, and grief swirling within his brown orbs. His pulse throbs in his neck, his concern for you only growing by the minute.

“Or I will.”

With that he storms off, marching down the halls with the intention of returning to his room. He passes by the ballroom, the place of your first night together… then the greeting room, where he’d first laid eyes on you. Oberyn’s heart pounds in his chest, his scowling brows turning upward in sorrow, his lower lip gingerly frowning as he walks by. You’re the first person he’s ever loved, truly loved. He thought he’d found it with his prior paramour, but it is nothing compared to you. Nothing compared to your grace and wit, your pliancy and wisdom. The two of you had molded to each other, forging a bond you could never break, not even if he wanted to.

It’s empty without you… the entire room bleak and colorless in his troubled eyes. The room feels too open; there’s too much space, space you’d freely taken up with your personality, your beauty. His bed is vacant, the warmness of your body no longer comforting him in ways that, up until this point, he’d been strangely unaccustomed to. When Ellaria had left, it was different, painful still, but… different. He’d felt as if it was a new stage in his life, a place he could explore, where he could burn through his sadness and come out the other side a better man. But with you… it’s like a piece of him is missing, a piece he could never regrow or replace.

His mind swims with thoughts of you, tormenting himself with intrusive thoughts relating to your harm or demise. Where you were, who you were with, what had been done to you. He prayed to the gods that you were still alive, and to keep you alive. It had been such a long time since Oberyn had prayed…

“Oh, my apologies, my prince.” Milena expresses, backing away with a bow.

After his thoughts led him to the idea of prayer, he figured it may be more fitting to visit the basilica instead of praying in the sinful space he calls a room. Nevertheless, he straightens his robes, clearing his throat before speaking.

“What is it, Milena?” he asks lowly, his eyes taking a long moment to stare at the ground before flicking up to hers.

“You have a visitor, my prince.” She explains, twiddling her fingers as she awaits his response.

“Who?” he asks, narrowing his brow.

“The mother of your children,” Ellaria suddenly says, brushing past Milena and into the prince’s chambers.

She brushes against Oberyn’s chest, continuing to speak, “Your lover, your paramour.”

He looks down at her, backing away a bit. Milena stands there, quite awkwardly, as Ellaria continues pursuing the prince. Of course, Milena had seen prince Oberyn in many sexual settings, far more erotic than the one before her; what made her awkward was his position… his position with you.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, a bit breathless from the shock.

“I heard about what happened… at the festival.” Ellaria explains, her eyes lowering to the skin peaking out beneath the prince’s robes. “I had to make sure you were alright, you and the girls.”

“The girls,” he repeats, the tone in his voice picking up. “Are they here?”

“No…” she says remorsefully, her eyes scanning his tanned skin. “They stayed in Kingsgrave.”

“So, they are with you? Where you’ve been staying?”

“Yes, they’re perfectly safe.” She reassures him, smiling up at his handsome face before standing to her tip toes.

“Ellaria,” he whispers, leaning away from her kiss.

“What is it?” she responds, something between embarrassment and anger mixing in her voice.

“Why are you here? You left.”

“I love you, Oberyn.” Her hand lifts to rest along his cheek, “I’ll never stop loving you. That is why I am here.”

“You wish to return?”

“Return? I am home. I have never truly left.”

“This is no longer your home.”

“What is it that you are not telling me?!” she asks, not infuriated by his coldness and pushing him away.

“Have you filled my place with another?!” she shouts, earning a scoff from the nobleman. “Have you?!”

“She is much different than you.” he says quietly, picking at the lace along his furniture. “She did not take your place… she is a different breed, altogether.”

“Do you not want me?” she asks, her voice stern as she questions him.

When he doesn’t respond, doesn’t even look at her, she marches over, gripping his jaw in hand and forcing his face to her.

“Oberyn,” Ellaria’s voice wavers, tears daring to spill from the corners of her eyes. “Tell me the truth.”

“I love her.”

“When can we move?” you whisper, crouching low behind him.

“I’m not sure… not yet.” He replies, his voice low as he peers down the alley walls. “Speak lek Dothraki ma anna, anna’s vosandi speak common.”

He claims it isn’t safe to speak common, and that you must speak Dothraki to keep your words and intentions hidden. But you disagree, arguing that if you do speak Dothraki, you’ll be more at risk than you think. Nobody speaks Dothraki in Dorne.

“Anna’s vosandi to speak lekh Dothraki.” You retort, “Nobody speaks it here.” You then look to him, analyzing the expression on his face as he realizes your point.

“Fine, but we shouldn’t speak much.”

This, you can agree on.

And so, you slump back down, doing your best to try and be still. This is the third day you’d been without Oberyn, counting the day you’d been taken from him. You wanted more than anything to get back to him, to see him again and make sure that he’s alright. You have no idea where he was, if he’d gotten back to the palace alright, if he was with Ambrose and Amabel or not. So, you hope Davro will excuse you if you’re a bit too jumpy.

It’s true what they say, the Dothraki indeed are brutal warriors. There was a point where Davro was disarmed, yet still killed three men with his bare hands… and his teeth. You’d been dragged away from Oberyn’s sight by the throng, a group of five men carrying you away down a corridor and off to an abandoned stable. They’d thrown you on the ground, ripped you of your clothes, and had Davro not shown up, would’ve had their way with you. He fought valiantly for you, killing each and every man in his path. Unfortunately, though, two got away. But when he’d done away with the bodies, he gave you the clothes off the cleanest man. You had no other choice but to put them on, lest you be naked in the back alleys of Dorne.

Once every man after you was slaughtered and done away with, you hid, hunkering down in the abandoned stable until the turmoil cooled. But it didn’t. Not for many hours and days, but today, it seems better, calmer. Davro had just returned from his first scout of the day, having done many while guarding you. You eventually found out that he had lied to you about his original story. He didn’t get separated from his Dothraki hoard, he was still part of a hoard, Khaleesi’s hoard. He came to you personally on her behalf, requesting your allegiance. Though, his explanation wasn’t nearly as thorough as you would’ve liked it to be.

“We must be on our way.” Davro suddenly says, walking over to you and helping you up by your elbow.

“What? Why?”

“There are no men in the streets, and any I have seen are dead.” He explains, leading you out past the stable doors.

The sun’s bright rays blind you so intensely that you have to lift a hand to the sky, squinting your eyes as they adjust to your surroundings. The light had been dim within the stable, whether it was morning or night, forcing your eyes to adapt to the darkness.

“Are we going back to the palace?” you ask, staggering behind him.

He’s right; the streets are empty. Dead men litter the ground, their blood scattered among the alley walls. There’s little to no movement, other than that rats and birds. You wonder if the royal guards have been out looking for you, if Oberyn or Ambrose have been out looking for you.

“We can try.” He grunts, hauling you along.

He’s rough with you, but you don’t mind. You can tell that he cares and that he’s doing his best. Davro’s cautiousness is more than warranted. On the day of the riot, he had pulled you aside, leading you around a corner and down a separate alleyway, intent on keeping you out of harm’s way. Sadly, though, it wasn’t so easy to escape.

“That’s her!” a man shouted, clutching a knife in his hand.

You frowned, more than aggravated by their sudden presence. Davro unsheathed his own blade, swinging it fiercely toward the two commoners. One ducked beneath his arm, quickly striding over to you. You leaned away from the swipe of his arm, the sharp knife just barely cutting through the skin of your forearm. He looked over to you, intent on attacking again, but he wouldn’t get the chance. You flung a knee up into his gut, bending him forward from the blow. As he does so, you then threw an elbow to his nose, the force of the hit enough for it to break. He stumbled backward, completely disoriented from your retaliation. Realizing this, you reached out, swiftly grabbing his knife just as he falls to his back. You walked forward, your chest heaving from the exhilaration of defending yourself.

One swipe of Davro’s ankh, and the man was dead, the Dothraki warrior slicing through his throat so deeply that it nearly decapitates him. You then dropped your blade, sighing out in exhaustion. The sun was becoming unbearable, draining your body of any and all energy under the blanket of its unrelentless heat.

“I didn’t know you could fight.” He said, standing and turning to face you.

“I didn’t know I’d have to.”

“Prince Oberyn!”

“I am busy.” He casually retorts, plucking a grape from its vine and popping it into his mouth.

“It’s urgent.” The guard says, clearly out of breath as he pants just outside the wooden doors. “We’ve found something, something of Savia’s.”

Oberyn leaps from his bed at your name, immediately rushing toward the doors and yanking them open. He looks back and forth at the men before him, two Dornish guards accompanied by Ambrose. The look on the foreign knight’s face only furthers the prince’s worries, his gesturing hands causing him to look down.

“What…” he whispers, gathering the fabric in his hands.

Its your dress. The very dress you’d worn to the festival… torn into nothing but pieces of fabric in his hands. He shakes, with fury, with regret.

“What does this mean?” he asks, his voice trembling.

“We found no blood, my prince. She may very well still be alive.”

“Then find her.” He grumbles. “Find my bride.”

As the small group turns to leave, Oberyn stops them, beckoning Ambrose into his room and waving the others away. Ambrose follows, closing the doors behind him as he watches the prince sulk over to his lounge.

“You know her,” he begins, his voice quiet as he pets at the soft material. “Where could she be?”

“I…” Ambrose begins, his own voice wavering a bit. “I’m not sure. Noth – nothing like this has ever happened before.”

Oberyn glances up at the stuttering knight, doing his best to keep his composure while in the royal room. The prince sighs, nodding his head a bit.

“I appreciate everything you are doing.” He states firmly. ��Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Ambrose returns, “for giving her a home. One she well deserves.”

Oberyn huffs solemnly, “I hope she comes back to it.”

Someway, somehow, Ellaria smuggles her way back into Oberyn’s room. He had expressed to her that she would not be given a room to stay in, for he did not welcome her stay, especially if his three eldest daughters weren’t accompanying her. She had stormed off after their earlier discussion, but damn if she wasn’t persistent.

“Tell me about her.” She asks, her voice soft as she sits on the chaise lounge she so often used to relax upon. “She must be beautiful.”

“She is.” Oberyn responds, smiling to himself.

“Hm,” Ellaria hums, “Will you share her?”

Her inquiry is entirely seductive, dragging his mind back to the memories they had made, memories of sharing their bed with countless men and women over their many years spent together. But it was short-lived, the thought of sharing you snapping him back to reality.

“I’d never share her with anyone.”

“Oh,” Ellaria teases, “She must be worth the money then.”

“Hm,” he chuckles, shaking his head at her audacious assumption. “I didn’t meet her in a brothel.”

“No? Then how did you meet her?” she saunters over to him, laying out across the bed he’s currently resting on. “Enlighten me.”

“This is none of your concern.” He responds, his voice still quiet, his hotheadedness vanishing along with you. “The girls miss their mother; you should be spending time with them.”

“Well, it seems they should be expecting a new mother.” She taunts, smirking devilishly at the prince of Dorne.

Oberyn’s eyes meet her, a genuine smile on his face. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

She immediately frowns, her game no longer one she can play. Sooner or later, her jealousy would get the better of her.

“She could never mother my children.” Ellaria spits.

“Half of them aren’t even yours.” Oberyn casually responds, sighing while picking at his nails. “And anyway, I’m sure she’ll soon have a few of her own.”

“You mean to breed more bastards?” his previous paramour laughs at this, scoffing before him.

“No, these ones won’t be.”

“You plan to marry her?”

“Yes, Ellaria, I do.”

“You said that I was your wife.” she states, slowly crawling toward him. “That I am yours.”

She continues moving toward him, situating herself over his body. He looks at her, his muscles tensing with frustration. She lays a hand over his face, whispering to him softly.

“I am yours.” She repeats, her thumb stroking the hair along his jawline.

“No,” he responds, his voice quiet, almost somber as he speaks. He grabs her wrist, removing her hand from his cheek. “Ellaria.”

Her name is spoken as a warning, his tone stern, and eyes sharp. She stares back at him, utterly confused and heartbroken by his words, regardless if she had been the one to ruin their relationship.

“But –”

“Please,” he interrupts, shifting beneath her and rising from the bed. “Go. I have more important matters to tend to.”

The streets are empty once you finally reach them. Davro assumes that they’re safe to walk through, as long as you stay to the side and don’t draw too much attention. The booths that once scattered the sides of the dirt path have been trampled over, hand-crafted work and delectable food now littering the floor in broken pieces. Even your own booth, as you come across it, is destroyed. A specific painting of yours, catches your eye.

“My Lady, we must keep moving.”

You don’t respond, instead, with teary eyes, you kneel. The picture fits into your small hands as you stare, your cheeks stained wet as you assess the damage. It had been a portrait of your mother, once fully of beautiful brushstrokes, it now holds smudges of dirt and brief cuts and indentations from rioting feet. Davro leans down next to you, gently placing a hand upon your shoulder.

“You can always make another.” he says to you softly, his fingers rubbing over you ever so slightly.

You sniffle, nodding lightly before placing the picture back on the ground. The Dothraki warrior helps you stand again, your body feeling weak after depriving it of food and water for nearly three days. You sigh once you’re on your feet, stumbling a bit into the man’s arms.

Davro had been part of your life for far longer than you could have imagined. He had been watching you since before you’d come to Dorne, for weeks before you came, actually. Khaleesi had insisted on ensuring your safety until you could meet. She was extremely interested in you, in your abilities. Not only were you extremely knowledgeable and cultured, but you had been so from an incredibly young age. She was interested in this, in how you came to be this way and if others could be “trained”, more or less, to be the same. Davro claims she would take great value in your loyalty. You told him, though, that you just wanted to get back to Oberyn, and that you could make a decision once speaking with him.

You weren’t weak, quite the opposite, really. Your father had taught you how to fight when you were young, but you were in no way skilled… especially when so fatigued. You barely slept during the hours hidden away in the abandoned stable, you’d been too fearful to voluntarily lose consciousness, even with Davro as your guard. Although you were strong, in body, mind, and spirit, you were in no position to fight off multiple angry men, whether you were fed or not.

“Savia,” he says, pulling you to the side. “I have to warn you about what you may find at the palace, or rather, what you may not find.”

“Don’t say that.” You snap, “Don’t say that. You don’t know that.”

“I don’t, you are right. But you need to be prepared for this.”

“Why?”

“You won’t be able to handle it if you get your hopes too high.”

“I know he made it out.” You whisper, doing your best to control your emotions. “I know it.”

“You’ve found them?”

“Yes, they’re to be interrogated shortly.” Doran replies, informing his brother of the judgement to come.

“How soon?” Oberyn inquires, eager to meet the men who had harmed you.

“As soon as you’re ready.”

Prince Oberyn and Lord Doran are led down the hall and to the throne room, guided by armed guards, including your knighted brother. There had been two men that were caught, due to the help of Dorne’s loyal citizens, that had been deemed the ones that had taken you from Oberyn’s hands.

Lady Mellario recently left due to her distaste for her husband, leaving the two brothers, along with Doran’s three children, to sit before the five felons. Arianne sat next to her father, as the heir of Dorne should. Her brothers, in order of age, sat next to her, and Oberyn next to the Lord. Each man is then brought out, the lot of them stood before the royal family with their hands chained behind their backs. The guards shove them to their knees, forcing them to crane their heads to meet the glare of House Martell.

While you and Doran had your differences, he still valued you, both as a guest and as a future sister-in-law. Oberyn’s love for you fueled the flame growing inside him, his blood boiling at the thought of these men putting their hands on you. Doran began the interrogation, with princess Arianne staying rather hushed.

“So, you deny capturing Savia?” Oberyn asks, his baritone voice booming throughout the great hall.

“No, no… we – we did take her.” One man stutters, “There were five of us, but –”

“Five?!” Oberyn shouts, “Where are the rest?!”

“There were killed.”

“Killed? By whom?” at this Oberyn leans in, staring down the man brave enough to speak.

“I’m not sure, I didn’t know him. But he was foreign.”

“Foreign?”

“Yes, of dark skin.”

“Many have dark skin in Dorne.” Oberyn replies bluntly, more than aware of his city’s diversity.

“No, no, my prince. He was different.” He explains, gulping with nerves. “His skin was like copper, his eyes and hair as black as night. He pulled it back in a braid, a long one, flowing down over his back.”

“A braid?” Oberyn asks, his intrigue peaking.

“Yes, my Lord.”

“I am a prince, boy.” Oberyn retorts, standing from his throne. “You’d be wise to show respect when speaking to the man whose woman you’ve slighted.”

The man stares up at him in fear, his libs trembling as they’re held behind him. Oberyn strides forward, slowly walking down the steps sat before the royal seats. He walks over to the man, kneeling on one knee to face him. His dagger is pulled from its sheath, forcing it beneath the man’s chin and tilting it upward to look him in the eye. The blade’s tip pokes lightly against the skin of his throne, just barely enough to cause any pain.

“Where did you see this man?”

The man stutters, tears streaming down his cheeks as the blade begins poking into his skin. Blood trickles down his throat, Oberyn’s constant application of pressure slow and painful as he forces the man to speak. And he does, informing the prince of exactly where he had seen the Dothraki warrior.

“Oberyn,” Doran says, his voice hesitant but brash.

But he doesn’t stop, he continues pressing forward, his grip tightening and anger boiling. The man struggles, the guards behind him standing entirely still as their prince tortures the offenders.

“Oberyn!” Doran booms, standing from his chair.

“My prince, please.” The man chokes out, gasping for air as the knife is pushed past his skin.

“You took her from me.” He seethes, his voice a deadly whisper. He grips the man’s shoulder with his other hand, baring his teeth in anger.

“You took her, you hurt her.” His breathing increases, his pulse thumping rapidly in his neck. “What did you do to her?”

“No, no, my prince I –”

“What did you do to her?!” he demands, shaking with rage.

The man to his right spits at the prince, redirecting Oberyn’s attention over to him.

“We were going to fuck her!” he confesses, entirely unashamed.

Oberyn is quick to stand upright, removing the knife from the one man’s neck as he strides over toward the heathen. In one single swipe, his throat is slashed, his body slumping over due to the force behind Oberyn’s foot. The other man falls over, as well, doing his best to squirm away from the bloody scene.

“And you?” he says, slowly walking back over to him. “Did you plan to rape my lover, as well?”

His vision is locked, his muscles tight, the predator in him seeking out his prey. The man whimpers in response, shaking his head while muttering to the gods.

“Please, have mercy.” He begs, his exasperated breaths now wheezing with anxiety.

“No,” Oberyn responds, chuckling lowly. “You’re going to suffer.” He declares, gritting his teeth.

“You didn’t seem so scared when you took her,” Oberyn leans down, gripping the man’s shirt and tugging him upright.

“Are you scared now?” he whispers, his lips curling into a smirk.

Before the miserable man can respond, Oberyn’s dagger returns, forcefully stabbing him in the chest and eliciting a throng of painful cries from his bleeding lungs.

“Yes…” he groans, twisting the knife in his chest. “Let me hear you… let me hear you scream.”

“They’re beautiful,” Ellaria sings, crouching down to whisper into the prince’s ear. “Just like their father.”

“Yes,” he replies, standing from his seat in order to distance himself. “Each time I look into their eyes, I feel as if I am looking into my own.”

Every child Oberyn has created was brought into this world with the prince’s eyes, in either shape, color, or both. His two younger daughters, Loreza, Dorea, and Obella, are currently running amok, causing chaos within the pathways of the water gardens. They’re playing in the water, shrieking in delight as they chase after one another, splashing the sparkling liquid over the smooth stone path. The older ones, Elia and Sarella, sit off to the side, basking in the sunlight at the pool’s edge.

“I wish I could look into the eyes of my three eldest.” He expresses, sighing deeply. “Why aren’t they here?”

“They didn’t want to see you.” she states, quite matter-of-factly. “They’re not happy with how you handled things.”

“Well, that is unfortunate.” He replies, continuing to look upon his giggling girls as they play a few yards away.

“What?” she asks, glaring at her prior lover, “What is unfortunate? That they no longer have a father?”

“No,” he responds, countering with, “That their mother that tells them nothing but lies.”

Ellaria fumes, but her following words fall upon deaf ears. Oberyn steps forward, ignoring her entirely as he approaches his daughters.

“Daddy!” Dorea shouts, the eight-year-old now sprinting toward her father.

He kneels down, spreading his arms wide as she leaps into them, nearly knocking him to the floor. The sisters she had been playing with soon follow, crowding him with all the love they can muster in their tiny arms. All three of them are soaking wet, their dresses dripping with the refreshing water. They drench him, his own robes quickly becoming wet.

“Little devils,” he chuckles, kissing Loreza’s cheek.

“Daddy,” Obella says, “They won’t let us play with them.”

“Who?” he asks, furrowing his brow.

“Elia and Sarella!” she whines, pointing at them from across the pool.

Oberyn tuts at this, softly pinching her cheeks in his hand and turning her to face him.

“My love, leave them be.” he coos, tapping her chin before lowering his fingers. “They’re older than you, they need their space.

“Besides,” he continues, standing and lifting Dorea with him. He thrusts her into the air, provoking a delightful shriek from the little girl’s lungs. “You have this crazy one to play with!”

“Hey!” she shouts, flailing playfully in the air.

Loreza hugs Oberyn’s lower leg, tugging on his robes as she giggles uncontrollably. “Put her down!”

“Daddy,” Obella says from below. He looks down at her, smiling brightly at one of the lights of his life. “Did you know that mommy’s here?”

He lower’s Dorea, holding her snuggly at his side as her giggles begin to subside. He sighs, clearing his throat before nodding.

“Yes, my love. I do.”

“Why is she here?” Loreza asks, still hugging his leg but no longer tugging at his robes.

Oberyn sighs, fully understanding their confusion. But instead of fueling the drama, he decides to take the easy route, never wanting to upset them.

“She missed you,” he says, finally setting his daughter down.

Loreza runs to her, tackling her in a hug as their father crouches before them. Now at eye level, he smiles, the beautiful little trio flooding his heart with a loving warmth.

“Why don’t you go say hi?” he offers, pointing to where Ellaria still stands. “Go on.”

They look to each other, their big, brown eyes scanning the faces before them. Obella suddenly smiles, poking at one of her sisters and laughing wildly as she runs off toward their mother, the two younger ones quick to follow. Even though Ellaria’s absence had caused quite a bit of hurt and confusion among the group of girls, he doesn’t want them to have distaste for her. After all, she did raise them, regardless of their blood relation, or lack thereof.

With Ellaria’s eye directed at the children, he turns, now wanting to speak with Elia and Sarella. They’re still sat at the pool’s edge, Sarella now dangling her legs into the water below. They’re much more aware of the situation between Ellaria and their father, due to their age and overall attitude.

Elia had always been a difficult child, very strong-willed and opinionated, furthering the divide between herself and her mother. Sarella’s personality was quite similar, quick to hold a grudge and easy to annoy. Her relationship with Ellaria was almost always nonexistent, the fact that she did not come from Ellaria’s womb constantly fueling her aversion. Ellaria had birthed their four youngest daughters, Elia, Obella, Dorea, and Loreza. And while these four children were her own flesh and blood, she became closer with the eldest three, focusing more on their skills and development than that of any other. The youngest three had little to no knowledge about the relationship between Oberyn and Ellaria, other than the fact that she was their mother, and he was their father.

“Elia, Sarella,” Oberyn says, addressing them as he approaches. “How are my girls?”

Sarella looks up at him, squinting from the bright light shining up above. Her eyes then flicker down to her feet, lightly kicking at the water below.

“Where is she?”

“Over with the younger ones.” He replies, assuming she’s speaking about Ellaria.

“No,” she responds, looking back up. “Savia.”

“Is she okay?” Elia asks, her voice surprisingly quiet.

Your dessert with the girls had only lasted a few hours, but within that time, they took quite a liking to you. You were open, personable, and kind. It seemed so normal, the domesticity of it all, both of them thoroughly enjoying the time spent with you and their father.

“I don’t know.” He expresses, glancing down at his feet.

He’s much more open with these two than the others, fully aware that he can’t shield them from the real world forever. Oberyn shifts his weight, fumbling with the golden ring adorning his thumb.

“But we’re doing everything we can.” He then looks to them, finding Elia now staring up at him, too. “We will bring her home.”

“Is this her home now?” Elia asks, the question sounding genuine in its tone.

“How would you feel if it was?” he responds, tilting his head and eyeing them both.

“I’d like it.” Elia admits almost immediately.

“We like her, dad.” Sarella agrees, “We hope she’s alright.”

You’d been crouching down beneath a booth for about twenty minutes now, listening to the harsh stomping of various pedestrians as they scatter about the vacant marketplace. Davro insisted that you shouldn’t be seen by anyone, no matter who they are. If they saw you, and were still looking for you, it might provoke another mob. You understand this, as you’re now sadly knowledgeable of how quick a riot can begin.

“Okay, let’s keep moving.” He instructs, lifting the cloth of the table as he speaks to you.

He keeps it lifted as you crawl out, the baggy clothes making it difficult for you to maneuver along the cobblestones. You aren’t far from the palace now, having just barely made it out of the market’s sight. The land from here to Sunspear, though, was very bare. There was absolutely nothing for you to hide behind if you came across anyone, no shrubbery or structures placed along the path to the palace. It’s here that you are most vulnerable, so if you were to be spotted, it would be now.

“Keep this up,” Davro insists, covering the top of your head with your hood.

You grasp its edges, keeping it over your hair as the wind does its best to sweep it off you. The bastion is only about a mile away now, you can even see it’s architecture form here. But even though safety seems within reach, Davro still shelters you with his arms, slinging one around your waist while keeping the other on his arakh sat along his hip.

The walk set forth by your counterpart is steady, not too rushed for your liking, and rather calming. It does you good to be moving, allowing the terror your thoughts possess to drift away with the wind. You’d never been in such danger before, and your limbs trembled at the memories of days past.

The sun begins to set overhead, the beautiful yellow and orange shades illuminating the city of Sunspear. Though the sight is truly breathtaking, it makes your heart sink. You don’t want to spend another night without him.

“It’s okay,” Davro says, hushing you like a frightened child, feeling you shake in his arms. “We’ll be there soon.”

“Oberyn, my love.” Ellaria croons, “Come join us.”

A blackness had crossed over the sky, the night fully setting in over the land of Dorne. Oberyn had aided the handmaidens in putting his children to bed, his daughters doing wonders to ease the stress that is slowly but surely beginning to consume him. But now, he had returned to his own room, finding a particularly unwelcome surprise.

Ellaria sits naked in the water, mingling with two whores as they bathe in the room’s center tub. The two girls are on either side of her, caressing her body as they exchange passionate kisses. The prince’s prior paramour moans loudly, arching against the red-heads mouth as she sucks on the peak of her nipple.

The man he used to be would have entered without question, emptying himself into each one of their needy holes. He’d mouth at their breasts, their necks, paw at their curvaceous backsides while they held his stiff cock in their hand. He’d revel in the feel of their tongues on his cock, fucking their pretty mouth while the other sat on his face, riding his fervent tongue and curved nose until it brought them to orgasm. He’d loved when Ellaria made them cum, watching her lick their cunt while he fucked himself into hers. He used to love this, crave this.

But that was before he met you.

Without a second thought, he turns on his heel, shutting the door behind him as he walks out into the hall. His mind naturally ventures forward, through the hall, down the stairs, a few more turns, and he’s there: your room. He inhales shakily, placing his hand on the handle and pushing his way inside. Although he wanted to bathe, he decides against it, too mentally exhausted to do anything but sleep.

Oberyn slowly undresses himself, the light mood he’d carried with him from his daughters’ chambers quickly fading away. He tosses his golden attire, not fully caring where it lands. His head only lifts when he gets to your bed, pushing the covers aside and crawling under the sheets. He lies there, his naked form snuggling into the soft warmth that smells entirely of you. The prince’s deep, brown eyes close tightly, burrowing his face into the pillow you so often used. A tear threatens to form, Oberyn’s deep, controlled breaths willing it away.

It feels strange, sleeping alone after holding you in his arms for so many nights. You always cuddled into him, from the first night you’d spent together, you’d embraced each other while drifting off to sleep. You felt so small next to him, so soft and delicate as you relaxed into his arms. He’d rest his head over the top of yours, placing gentle kisses on your hairline until it lulled you into a sweet, soothing slumber. And when you did finally doze off, softly snoring below his chin, he speak to you. His voice was kept soft, his sweet whispers and confessions just low enough to keep you undisturbed.

“Oh, my love,” he’d sigh, petting at your long hair. “My sweet thing… my perfect little gift from the gods.”

“I promise to give you everything, little one. Anything you could ever want; tell me, and it will be yours.”

“I’ll give you my love, I’ll give you my name, I’ll give you my children.”

“I love you, Inamorata… I am entirely, remarkably, in love with you.”

Detailed Chapter Summary

Oberyn is forced by his guards to return to the palace without you. He does everything he can to find you, quickly exhausting his resources.

While worrying for you, he tries to somewhat ease his mind by spending time with his daughters. Completely unannounced, Ellaria then shows up, doing her best to get her prior lover back. But Oberyn denies her, claiming that he is betrothed to you. His rejection enrages her.

While beyond the palace walls, a Dothraki warrior is sent by Queen Daenerys to save you. He keeps you safe, leading you back to the royal family’s home.

Before your return, though, Oberyn’s guards find the men responsible for dragging you away. After hearing the information the men have to give, Oberyn makes a show of killing them.

Chapter Eight: Let Me Wed You

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five more minutes | n.r.

summary: Soulmates cursed to never be together, each life always longing for a love that they've never met..or so they think.

warnings: temporary character deaths, reincarnation?, violence, self-sacrifice, angst with a happy ending, implied sexual content, language

based off of Billie Eilish's cover of "the end of the fucking world" originally produced by Rob Dickinson

one life is based on the film “underwater” by William Eubank

word count: 8,344

---- = separate life

/ = a skip in time, same life

Your chest is heaving as you pry open the door to the last safe house in the city, everything turning to hell ever since the “End of the World” started happening. Smoldering flakes of ash were falling from the sky and the bombs were getting set off every few minutes, absolute mayhem engulfing the world around you. This safe house was located on the city's outskirts, technically not disaster-proof but far away enough to be human-proof from the rest of the world.

You belong to one of the major power families that run your district, your father and mother getting killed earlier this morning because of it. The y/l/n's have always been feuding with the other families in control, everyone always hungry for power and willing to do anything to let their family have it.

Stepping inside the house, your boots creak on the wood, the door slowly closing behind you. Your gun feels heavy on your waist as you cautiously take a few steps forward, listening for any signs that someone else might be in the safe house with you.

You hear another creek of the floorboards and in one swift motion, you pull out your gun, keeping your finger resting on the trigger. You move quietly to the kitchen where the noise came from, arm raised and aimed forward. Almost simultaneously, both of you sidestep and see each other, the corners of your lips twitching up as you see Natalia in all her glory. "Y/n." Natasha greets curtly and you nod your head, both of you aiming guns at one another. "Natalia." You say in the same tone before the ground shakes, rattling the house. "Running away like always?" Nat taunts and your eyes quickly scan over her features, taking in the disheveled and tired look on her face.

"You were here first." You comment and she rolls her eyes, adjusting the grip on her gun. "I'm gonna have to kill you now, huh?" She says and you quirk an eyebrow, still on edge as you watch her body language. "Do you really want to kill me? Or does your family just want to?" You ask and her eyebrows furrow, you not wanting to deal with this stupid family feud while the world is ending around you. When the redhead doesn't answer, you shake your head, a breathy laugh escaping your lips as you look at Natalia. "What happened to us, Nat? We used to be so close." You say and Nat sighs, glancing down at her gun before making eye contact with you. "Family happened Y/n. Families got greedy for power and we got dragged into it. A Romanova couldn't be associated with a y/l/n, could it?" She says and you purse your lips together, eyebrows furrowing slightly as you make a decision.

"I don't want to spend my last few moments on earth fighting you, Talia." You say as you slowly lower your gun, Natasha's shoulders relaxing slightly at the action. "What are you saying, Y/n?" Nat asks and you look at your childhood best friend with a certain desperation in your eyes. "I'm asking you to put our family feuds aside, just this once." You pause briefly before speaking. "I don't want to be alone when the world ends." You say softly and Nat contemplates your offer, only taking a few moments to make up her mind. Natalia nods her head and slowly puts the gun down, giving you a soft "okay" as she looks at you. You nod your head and echo her statement, whispering a soft "okay." before holstering your gun.

You’re sitting on the front porch as you watch the world around you fall apart, sipping on some old beer you found in the fridge. The soft opening of the front door causes your head to turn, seeing Natalia step onto the porch with a cigarette in hand.

You’ve been listening to the radio for the past hour, hearing the news cover the chaos as you sit there with the wind blowing in your face.

Natalia doesn't say anything as slowly moves to sit down beside you, wordlessly offering you a hit of her cigarette. You shake your head and hold up your beer in a similar fashion, Nat shaking her head as well. The rustling of the grass and the crackling radio are the only things heard as you both look forward, Nat placing the cigarette between her lips and you taking a swig of your beer.

Tentatively, you place your head on Natalia's shoulder, trying to see how the other woman would react. You feel Nat tense up at your action and you internally panic, thinking that you stepped over a line. Sure, you could've done that when you both were little..but now you're all grown up, times have changed. You're about to pull away when Nat wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her as she relaxes. There are no words exchanged as you lean into her side, Nat taking one last drag of her cigarette before tossing it on the ground. Crushing the nub with her boot, she makes sure it's exterminated, not wanting to start a fire (not like it matters though). You both sit there in a comfortable silence afterward, the radio droning on and on about how horrible the world is.

After a while, you decide to break the silence, still keeping your head on Nat's shoulder. "I love you, Talia." You say softly, feeling the warmth radiating off of the other woman. "What did you say?" She asks and your head turns slightly to look at her, trying to read her expression. "I love you, Talia." You repeat, lowering your head back down to her shoulder once you've made eye contact. "Always have, always will." You finish and wait for Natalia's response, wanting to see if she pulls away or not. Nat is quiet for a second before you feel her arm tightening around your waist, her head turning to kiss your temple softly. "I love you too, Y/n." She whispers, closing her eyes as she leaves her lips there. "I'm sorry that we drifted apart." Nat mumbles against your skin and you place your hand on her knee, rubbing your thumb in a small circle. "I'm sorry too." You say, planes flying overhead. "I've never hated you, you know. I just didn't want to disappoint my parents." Nat says and you nod your head, looking up at her and smiling softly. "I know Nat. I know." You say, bringing your hand up and gently brushing your fingertips along her jawline. Natalia leans into the touch and looks down at you, watching the way you look at her with such care that she hasn't seen in a while.

Your fingertips move down and you run your thumb over Nat's bottom lip, glancing into her eyes one more time before leaning up. You kiss Natalia delicately as she kisses back, eyes fluttering closed as her free hand cups your jaw.

Are you kissing her because it's the end of the world, or are you kissing her because you've been in love with your best friend ever since you were five? Either way, you're kissing her and my god her lips are soft.

You both pull away gently as you look at each other, sadness and regret in both of your eyes. Besides you, the radio continues to. crackle out the news.

...nuclear warhead..five minutes..seek shelter immediately..

Your breath catches in your throat and your heart rate speeds up, panic filling your chest as Natalia simply reaches over and shuts the radio off. “Shh hey, it’s gonna be okay.” Nat whispers as she pulls you closer to her chest. “I don’t want to die Talia.” You whisper as you cling onto the redhead, head burying into her neck and arms wrapping around her torso. “Five more minutes.” Nat repeats the phrase on the radio and you nod your head, taking in her scent. “Five more minutes.” You echo her as she hugs you tighter, both of you knowing that there isn’t enough time to escape. You’ve spent your whole lives avoiding and hating each other, so why continue doing it now.

“I wish we had more time.” You whisper and she nods her head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Maybe in another life.” She whispers and you can only nod, sighing softly before leaning in to kiss her again.

And for those five minutes, Natalia just holds you, placing gentle kisses on your crown and repeating how much she loves you over and over again. “I’ll find you in the next life, and if not in that then in the next one after.” Nat promises and you nod your head, knowing your five minutes are about to be up. “I love you Talia.” You whisper as you close your eyes, holding onto her as tight as you possibly can. “I love you too, Y/n.” Nat whispers before resting her head on top of yours, closing her eyes as the warhead hits and a bright light surrounds the two of you.

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"Car crash, 24 year old female, 35 year old male, falling in and out of consciousness." The radio dispatch lists off the information as the ambulance arrives at the scene, Natasha immediately jumping out of the back along with Steve. "I've got the girl, get the other car." Natasha orders and Steve nods his head, both paramedics heading separate ways. Natasha's eyes scan the scene as she sees a red car completely flipped upside down, running her way over there as she sees a bloody hand reaching out. "Please..help.." Nat hears a soft whimper as she drops down onto her knees, looking inside the car to try and assess the damage. Nat barely reacts as she sees you trapped by your seatbelt, trying to calm your breathing as blood pools on the roof of the car. "Hi my name is Natasha, I'm a paramedic and I'm here to help you." Nat introduces herself and you try and look at her, hands shaking as you grip at your cut. "Can you tell me what your name is darling?" She continues as she immediately gets to work, the car door already being ripped off in the crash. "I-I'm Y/n. Y/l/n..Y/f/n (your full name)." You say shakily, Natasha looking at your injuries. "Okay, Y/n. I'm gonna get you out of here, I just need you to keep on talking. Can you do that for me?" She asks and you nod your head, starting to talk about whatever comes to mind. "I- uhm I was born in (your home state or country), moved away from my mom and dad as soon as I could." You laugh softly at the statement before you wince, feeling Natasha put pressure on your wound. "Fuck." You hiss out and Nat whispers a soft "Sorry" before continuing. She shouldn't need to apologize, she was doing her job after all, but she had an odd desire to comfort you even when you were kinda bleeding out"It's okay.." You say before continuing, your vision focusing and unfocusing. "Uhm..I have a dog and my brother is gonna graduate in a few weeks. And I'm so fucking proud of him, I never told him how proud of him I was but I'm so fucking proud of him." You ramble and you don't notice Nat's eyes widen, seeing that if she moves you you'll bleed out within a minute. "An-And I've never found love, just fucking douchebags that I wasted my life on and now I'm gonna die without finding my person and I don't wanna die Nat..I don't wanna die." You choke out as you close your eyes, wanting this nightmare to be over already as a wave of deja vu washes over Natasha. "Hey okay look at me, look at me Y/n." Nat says as she gently cups your cheek, watching as your eyes slowly open. "Keep your eyes on me, okay? You've gotta stay conscious. You think you can do that for me?" She asks and you lean into her touch, mumbling something incomprehensible. "Can you repeat that for me, baby?" Nat asks and your head lolls down a bit, feeling lightheaded as Natasha tries to keep you awake. "Mmhm..should be easy..you're very pretty." You mumble out and Nat smiles softly, ready to get you out of the car. "Okay, my partner and I are going to move you but I want you to keep your eyes on me, don't look anywhere else." She says as Steve comes over to the two of you, already taking care of the male in the other car. "Severe lacerations to her torso and blunt force trauma to her temple. Seatbelt's keeping her in place." Nat gives Steve a brief rundown and he nods his head, lowering the stretcher onto the ground as Nat secures your neck in place. "Just to be safe." She says and you hum softly, their words muffled as they move in slow motion. "Okay we're going to move you on one..two..three.." Almost as if they were in synch, Steve and Nat get you out of the vehicle, Steve getting you secured onto the stretcher while Nat tries to keep you from bleeding out. "Start talking Y/n, I need to hear you talking." Natasha says as your blood soaks through the gauze, pooling under her gloved hands. Incomprehensible mumbles fall past your lips as you try and stay conscious, your entire body feeling numb to the pain. A soft whimper of discomfort is the last thing that you say before you fall quiet, Nat looking at you concerned. "Come on baby you

need to keep on talking." Natasha encourages you gently before nodding at Steve, both of them working quickly to get you into the ambulance. "Tell my parents that I love them..and tell my shithead of a boyfriend to go to hell." You manage to get out and Nat laughs softly, helping Steve lift the stretcher into the ambulance. "Who else do you want me to tell?" She asks once she hops into the back of the ambulance with you, Steve shutting the doors and telling the driver to step on it. "Tell my brother that I'm proud of him..and tell the other driver that I don't blame him.." You start to list as the lights start to get too bright, causing you to squint to try and look at Natasha. You swallow dryly as you can feel the life draining out of you, causing you to hold your hand up to the redheaded paramedic. "Nat, can you do something for me?" You ask weakly and she nods her head, Steve taking over putting pressure on your wound. "Yeah, what is it darling?" Nat asks softly as she changes out her gloves, swapping them for a new pair before leaning down to look at you. "Can you- Can you take my ring?" You ask and confusion floods her face, Nat looking down at the simple band on your pointer finger. "I dont-" She starts but you shake your head, wincing at the pain that it caused you. "Please..I- It might just be the blood loss talking but I feel like I've met you..probably in another life or something like that." You say and wait for her reaction, seeing her stare at you for a few beats. "I know, it's crazy but-" You start but she shakes her head, grabbing onto your hand and squeezing it lightly. "No I get it. You aren't crazy." She says softly and you smile meekly at that, slowly taking off your ring and putting it in her hand. "Then keep it." You whisper and she nods her head, looking at the ring in her gloved hand. "Okay." She says and you smile, finally feeling whole for once in your life despite all the blood you've lost. The fight finally leaves your body as your eyes close, your hand falling limp against the stretcher.

"Shit she's coding." Steve hisses out and Nat's head snaps upwards, shoving the ring into her pocket as she jumps into action. Steve immediately starts compressions as Nat works on your breathing, securing the mask on your face as she pumps the bag. Steve barks out orders over the radio as Nat stands by your head, eyebrows furrowed as she watches you.

"Come on Y/n stay with me, just five more minutes to the hospital." Nat says under her breath as the ambulance races through traffic.

"Hold on for five more minutes." She continues as Steve does his compressions, trying to manually restart your heart.

"Please..just five more minutes." Nat whispers under her breath as another PMD puts a defibrillator on your chest, trying to check for a shockable pulse.

After a trail of CPR, advanced airway, and cardiotonic drugs, Steve finally makes the call.

"Call it." He says to Natasha and she shakes her head, not giving up that hope that you could still be resuscitated. "She's gone." Steve states and Nat shakes her head once again, looking at your still form. "No Steve we can't-" "Tasha she's gone. You have to call it." He says sternly and it shuts Nat up, sighing as she looks at her watch. "Time of death, 9:52 pm." She says as the other PMD covers up your body with a sheet, only a few minutes later the ambulance pulling up into the hospital.

Nat sits in the back of the open ambulance as she watches the hospital staff go by, Steve coming to sit by her. "You alright?" He asks and Nat nods her head, blinking back tears as she looks at your ring. "Yeah..Yeah I'm fine." She says before closing her hand, turning her head to look at Steve. "But she was right, I really feel like I've met her before." Nat says and Steve nods his head, putting a reassuring hand on her back. "Maybe in another life."

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"The drill is working smoothly sir." You report to the Capitan over the intercoms, the screens showing an all-clear in front of you. "Thank you, sailor." His voice crackles over the coms and you nod your head, pressing back the button to send a reply. "Of course, sir." You say before standing up straight, checking the pressure regulation and structural integrity one last time.

It's a must to make sure everything is working smoothly down here, after all, one mistake and the entire drill could be crushed seven miles below the surface of the ocean. "Hey, sailor." Natasha's arms wrap around your waist as she hugs you from behind, moving your ponytail aside to kiss the back of your neck. "Hi baby." You say as you lean back into her touch, eyes closing as you feel Nat's lips on your neck. "Capitan gave you the all-clear?" She asks and you nod your heads, humming at the warmth of your girlfriend's embrace.

It's lonely working on a research/drilling facility seven miles down and being isolated for months at a time, but with Natasha here, it makes things a tad bit easier.

You turn in her arms before cupping the sides of her neck, kissing the redhead softly. "Free for the rest of the day." You say and Nat smiles into the kiss, pulling you closer to her by your hips. When you both pull away, she brushes her lips over yours gently. "You wanna.?" Natasha's sentence trails off with a grin and you smile at her, your fingers hooking onto her dog tags and pulling her closer. "Mm..dirty Tasha." You laugh as you tease the kiss, kissing her softly only a few times. "I don't hear you complaining." Nat grins and you only roll your eyes, glancing at the clock before looking back at your girlfriend. "Then what are you waiting for?" You ask and Nat squeezes your waist, pulling back to grab your hand and lead you to the sleeping quarters.

You pull on your Navy-issued shirt as Nat laces up her boots, both of your faces flush from fucking for the past hour. "You messed up my hair." You say to Nat as you try and fix it in the mirror, seeing your slightly swollen lips and hickeys on your neck. "You wanted me to pull it." Nat shrugs and you purse your lips together, tugging your hair back into a semi-neat ponytail. "Yeah but not that hard." You mumble and Nat comes up behind you, both of you locking eyes in the mirror. "What did you say again? Oh Nat fuck me harder..mm tug my hair, oh!" Nat mimics your moans and you shove her lightly, trying to hide the smile on your face as you act mock offended. "I do not sound like that." You say and Natasha only smiles, fixing her belt and tucking her shirt into her pants. "Whatever you say, darling." She hums before kissing your cheek, pulling out your dog tags from under your shirt. You're about to pull her in for a proper kiss when the alarms suddenly go off in the base, a loud AI announcing the warning.

Warning sructural integrity compromised, immediate evacuation advised.

"Fuck." "Shit." Both of you curse under your breath as you swing the door to the barracks open, seeing the rest of the crew rush past you. "Come on we've got to get to the escape pods." Natasha says as she grabs onto your hand, running through the crowd as loud crunches and bangs echo throughout the drill.

"They're closing off this part of the drill!" Someone yells and it makes your heart race even faster in your chest, knowing as soon as someone closes that safety hatch you're all dead.

Nat and you push through people in the crowd, water starting to pool at your feet. It's only a matter of time before this section of the drill immediately collapses, making people literally trample over one another to try and get to safety.

"Come on, come on!" Clint calls as he stands by the safety hatch, watching the people behind you get sucked up in the pressure vacuum. "Close the door! Close it!" Steve yells at Clint as he watches the base collapse, you and Nat jumping over fallen debris and dodging electrical wires. "Go, just go!" Nat pushes you in front of her as you both sprint towards the hatch, Clint pressing the button to slowly close it. Your heart is racing a million miles per minute as you see the exit in sight, Natasha pushing you forward to get through first. There's barely enough space for you to fit through, grabbing Natasha's arm and pulling her in just in the nick of time.

The heavy metal door closes just in time, the rest of the drill getting torn out into the marina trench. Your chest is heaving as you hold on to Natasha, immediately scrambling up to check on your girlfriend. You cup her face as you watch her laugh up at you, hair soaked and face a bit cut but still alive. Your worry quickly changes into anger as you shove Nat in the arm, eyebrows furrowing. "Don't you ever do that again you fucking bastard!" You seethe, taking a few deep breathes before engulfing Natasha in a hug. "Fuck..I thought I'd lost you." You mumble as you feel Nat's arms wrap around you, not caring about Steve or Clint standing to the side. "What? I'm always going to put you first Y/n." Nat says softly before you pull back, now straddling Nat's lap. "Just don't do that self-sacrificing shit on me, okay? That was terrifying." You say and she nods her head, wiping away some of the wet hair that stuck to your face.

Clint clears his throat and you both look at him, you slowly getting up and helping Natasha up as well. "So, what do we do next?" He asks and everyone looks at each other, Steve speaking up first. "Let's find a way out of this death trap."

Clint paces as you all sit in the escape pod bay, you trying to get the only remaining one working.

"Are you done yet?" He asks for the third time in five minutes and you sigh, looking at him from over your shoulder with an annoyed glare.

"I'm a Navy engineer, not a wizard, stop rushing me." You say before turning back to the pod, trying to salvage what is left of the broken device.

When the four of you arrived at the escape pods, all of them have been deployed except one, you immediately jumping in and trying to fix it. It's been about ten minutes and your hope is dwindling by the second, finally dropping your makeshift tools and running a hand over your face. "Hey it's okay, we'll find another way out." Nat says softly as she crouches down next to you, rubbing your back in a small circles as she sees how distraught you are.

"Let's make our way over to the control base, see if we can make contact with the surface." Steve breaks the silence and you all turn to face him, everyone nodding their head as you and Tasha stand up.

You all meet up with Wanda, Tony, and Vison in the control base, all three of them having unsuccessful attempts to contact the surface. While the rest of the team is discussing the next plan of action, you're by the computer reviewing the readings on the ocean floor, finding the exact time when the drill collapsed. You know it wasn't your fault, you checked all the stats earlier and the base was perfectly fine, so what set it off? Eyes bouncing along the screen, you see that the ocean censors picked up a quake exactly fifteen seconds before the base started collapsing, an odd sensation filling your chest as you realize that no one could have prevented it.

"Y/n, did you hear us?" Steve asks and your head snaps towards the group, Nat looking over at you with a concerned look in her eyes. "Pardon?" You ask and Steve explains Tony's plan, saying that they could use the pressurized suits to try and walk to the next drilling facility to use the escape pods there. "But the nearest facility is more than few a miles from here, and besides, we have no clue what we'll find on the ocean's floor." You say and Tony nods his head, sighing as he sees the map.

These suits haven't gone more than a few yards from the base, specifically being made for drill repairs and short expeditions to fix the service towers.

"Well it's the only option that we have, other than that we can just stay here and wait for the drill to collapse ontop of us." Tony says and you contemplate it for a moment, glancing over at Nat before nodding. "Okay, what other choice do we have?'

You’re all suiting up when you see that Natasha’s helmet is sitting on one of the benches, the redhead herself slipping on her suit not too far away. Walking over to the helmet, you decide that there’s no harm in checking it out, reasoning that you should be more safe than sorry in a situation like this. Your heart almost stops when you see a small crack in the glass, knowing that once she goes underwater she’s as good as dead when the pressure hits. Taking a quick glance around you, you slowly exchange Nat’s helmet for yours, taking the damaged one in your hand and heading back to where you were suiting up. It’s better me than anyone else, especially Nat. You think to yourself as you move to put the rest of your suit on, Tony calling you for help before you could do so.

Once you arrive back at the bench, you’re relieved that the helmet is still there, knowing that yours is the damaged one. “Hey baby, you ready?” Tasha asks as she walks over to you, suit still bunched up around her waist. “Mm.” You hum as you step towards her, hugging her tightly and putting your face into her shoulder. Nat is a bit taken aback but she melts into your grasp anyways, wrapping her arms around your midsection and pulling you close.

“I love you Tasha.” You whisper softly as you close your eyes, knowing that you’ll be dead as soon as you hit the water. “I love you too Y/n.” Nat says before pulling back, looking into your eyes with a bit of concern. “Why are you acting this way darling? We’re gonna make it out of this together, I promise.” Natasha says and you only nod your head, giving her a bittersweet smile as you lean up and kiss her.

“I know...I just love you a lot Nat. Wanted to let you know that before we set off.” You hum and she nods her head, kissing your lips briefly before pulling you in for another hug. Her head is tucked into your shoulder and she rocks the two of you gently, kissing your temple once you both pull away. “Let’s get out of here.” She smiles and you nod your head, pulling the helmet on and securing it tightly.

Your breaths are shaky as Tony lowers all of you down into the water, preparing yourself for the pain you’re about to experience. Nat sees how tense you are and mistakes it for just plain old nerves, not knowing that you just gave yourself a death wish by swapping helmets with her. “It’s gonna be okay malysh.” Nat reassures you as she grabs your hand, you shooting her a smile as you make eye contact. “I know..I know..” You whisper under your breath, the water now over your heads as Tony lowers you deeper. “Get ready everyone, the pressure is going to hit hard.” Clint says and to the left of you, you see Steve’s helmet crack, your eyes widening as you spot it.

“Steve, what did you do?” You ask and he only looks at you, a gentle smile on his face as he sees you and Natasha. “Couldn’t let you leave her alone.” He smiles and you shake your head, frantically ordering Tony to not open the door. “Take care of her for me, okay kid?” Steve says and it’s too late, the door already opening and the pressure flooding in. “Steve no!” You yell as you see his helmet crack inwards, barley a second to register what happened before his suit implodes from the inside out.

“No Steve! No! Fuck!” You’re sobbing as everyone else processes what just happened, Tony frantically asking what just happened. “He switched our helmets! That idiot!” You say as Natasha just stands there in pure shock, Clint being the next one to speak up. “You knew your helmet was defective and you didn’t tell anyone?!” He questions and you shake your head. “I switched my helmet for Natasha’s! It was supposed to be me! Not Steve! He must’ve grabbed it when I got distracted, god damn it!” You’re angry, angry at Steve, angry at the helmet, angry at the earthquake, and most of all you’re angry at yourself. You should’ve noticed it. You should have made sure it was still the damaged one. “You should have just let me had it Y/n.” Nat says and you shake your head, glaring at your girlfriend.

“It’s better me than you Nat. You’re not dying, not if I can help it.” You say before everyone falls silent, everyone stunned at your outburst and Steve’s death. After a while Tony clears his throat and steps around you, looking into the depths of the mariana trench. “We’ll have time to mourn later, right now we need to make sure that we’ll live enough to.”

"Tony's dead..Wanda's dead, Vision..Steve..fuck they're all dead." Clint gasps out as he holds onto Natasha, the remaining three of you getting separated when a monster ambushed you. "Clint calm down, I need you to calm down." Nat says as she holds onto her best friend, darkness swirling around them. She forces herself to stay calm as she guides Clint through some deep breathes, refraining from asking about you until his pulse rate goes back down to normal.

You all saw their helmets crack and their blood muddle up the water, these monsters picking everyone off one by one. “Where’s Y/n?” Natasha asks once Clint can finally regulate his breathing, his grip loosening on her suit. “I..I don’t know. We got separated after that thing attacked us." He says and Nat is about to ask another question when she hears your static-y scream ring over the coms, her blood running cold as she sees your suit's lights frantically moving in the distance. "Haul ass Clint, come on." Nat doesn't waste any time as she tries to run through the water, dragging Clint along as she hears your screams through the coms. "Y/n! Y/n where are you?" Natasha calls out as your lights flicker off, head immediately turning 90 degrees when she sees your helmet lights come back on.

You're stabbing this merman-shark-eel hybrid in the face when Nat and Clint finally reach you, it's blood making the water murky as you kick it off. "Oh thank god you're alright." Nat breathes out once she sees you standing there, that relief only lasting for a moment as another thing latches onto both Clint and your legs. Its momentum is quick enough to knock both of you off your feet, unfortunately causing you to drop your knife in the process. Both you and Clint grit out curse words under your breath as you fight with the mysterious monster, Natasha loading up a flare gun to try and help. When she shoots the gun, it temporarily lights up the atmosphere around you, blood running cold as you see the monster that grabbed you.

Its teeth are sharp and dripping with blood, its slimy black claws slowly pulling you and Clint closer to its mouth. As it drags you along the ocean floor, you grab onto a jagged rock, quickly trying to swing at the arm. "Mother fucker." You curse as you hit the arm, it's sharp nails digging even more into your leg as a reflex. With all your might, you continue to swing at the hand, desperately wanting this to be over already. “Let. go. of. me.” You grunt out, watching the skin and muscle get hacked away. The monster screeches and pulls its arm back, now trying to drag in Clint double time since one of its meal got away. “Clint! Hold on!” You yell as you grab onto the man’s hand, trying to find any traction as you look at Clint. Nat is immediately behind you in an instant, grabbing onto your waist to hold the both of you back. Clint is screaming at this point, his leg getting torn by the nails clawing at his skin.

“Don’t let me go, please!” Clint says as you three get pulled closer to the monsters mouth, you desperately trying to tug him away. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” Your teeth are clenched as you feel yourself starting to loose your grip, Nat’s boots slipping on the ocean floor. “Don’t let go.” Clint begs and you nod your head, leaning forward even more to try and keep hold. “We’re gonna get out of this, I promise..” You say but there’s no time for him to respond, the monster roughly pulling him out of your grip and dragging him into the depths of the deep blue sea.

The last thing you hear is Clint’s painful screams that come through the coms, Nat grabbing onto you to keep you from falling over the edge. The both of you are quiet as you stare into the unknown, heart pounding as you realize that you’re the only ones left. “Clint.” Natasha whispers softly and you hold onto her, both of you trying to process how quick that was. “I’m sorry Tasha. I’m so sorry.” You whisper and she swallows thickly, taking one last look into the darkness before making eye contact with you. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.” She says before composing herself, straightening her posture and checking her compass. “Come on, we got set off course.” Nat grabs your hand before she turns, keeping her gaze straight ahead as she pulls you both away from the ledge.

“They didn’t train us for this in the Navy.” Nat mumbles as you both trudge along the ocean floor, about half of the way towards the other drill facility. “Yeah, sea monsters and flesh eating eels weren’t exactly on the handbook.” You say before checking your compass, making sure you’re still on course. “Nope.” Nat sighs and shakes her head, glancing over at you with a soft smile.

“Hey..I love you.” She blurts out and your chest floods with warmth, a smile tugging at your lips as you look at her. “I love you, Tasha.” You say and she smiles back, both of you stepping a bit closer to one another. “When we get to the surface, would you..hypothetically..marry me?” Natasha asks and you raise an eyebrow, finding it amusing how Nat trying to play it cool.

“You know..because I can’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t want to live in a world without you in it. No scratch that, I couldn’t live in a world without you in it. You’re my soulmate..my person y/n, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you..hypothetically of course.” Nat finishes with an awkward laugh and you can only grin, reaching out to hold her hand gently. “Hypothetically..” You start and she laughs breathily. “If you asked me to marry you, I would say yes.” You say and she nods her head, a smile present in your words.

“Do you wanna ask?” You question and she shakes her head, making a little pff sound. “No I don’t want to ask.” She says and you nod your head, looking down at the map. “We’re almost there, just a few more miles-” “Will you marry me?” Nat breathes out in a rush and you laugh, looking back at the redhead who has a nervous smile on her face. “Mm yes.” You grin and Nat’s face lights up. “Yes?” She repeats, voice a bit high as she stares at you. “Yes you idiot.” You giggle as you tug her closer, squeezing her hand gently. “You better hug me when we get out of these suits.” You tease and she nods her head, looking at you with love in her eyes. “I’m gonna do you one better, I’m gonna marry you.”

Your breathing is shaky as you slightly lag behind Natasha, the air in your suit getting harder to breathe for the last few yards. “Are you okay darling?” Nat asks as she turns to look at you, you nodding your head as you wave a hand infront of your face. “I’m okay, just tired.” You say with a tired smile, Natasha nodding her head as she grabs your arm. “Come on you turtle, we’re almost there.” She teases and you can only laugh softly, continuing onward.

You’re struggling to take in breaths when a robotic voice rings through your ears, a small warning flashing in the corner of your helmet.

Caution, five minutes of air remaining. Oxygen pod damaged.

Fuck. You knew your luck would run out eventually, especially when you’re this close to escaping. “We’re only a few hundred yards from the facility, shouldn’t be too long before you get that hug.” Natasha smiles and you don’t respond, instead letting go of her arm and letting yourself fall behind a bit. “Y/n?” Nat asks as she faces you, seeing you stand there with a small smile on your face.

“Keep on going Nat, I’m right behind you.” You say softly, not wanting to worry your girlfriend as she’s so close to escaping. “No come on you dummy, let’s go.” She says but you shake your head, seeing the clock count down on the corner of the helmet. “I’m right behind you love.” You whisper, willing your voice not to break as Nat’s brows furrow. “Y/n what’s wrong?” She asks and her eyes widen once she sees it, the little screen on your arm flashing an oxygen warning. “You’ve gotta go Tasha.” You say and she shakes her head, gently holding your shoulders as her mind starts to race.

“What happened?” She asks and you point to the pack on your back. “The oxygen pod got damaged back when the monster dragged Clint and I across the floor, guess I didn’t notice it until now.” You say and Nat swallows thickly, checking her map before looking back at you. “If we’re quick enough we can make it, we just need to move-” She starts to say but you stop her gently, holding onto her biceps. “I’m not gonna make it, you know that Nat.” You whisper but she shakes her head holding onto you tighter. “No. No, you have to make it Y/n. Please.” She shakily says and you put your hands on the side of her helmet, holding the glass gently.

“We don’t have enough time Tasha.” You whisper and tears are forming in her eyes, the redhead trying to blink them away as she looks at you. “Please..you have to make it..” She begs, voice small as she sees the timer count down. “I need you to make it, I can’t do this without you..” Nat whispers and you only wish you could hug her one last time. “You don’t need me Tasha. But you’ve got to get going, you need to get to the survive for both of us.” You say and Natasha shakes her head, tears now fully falling. “I’m not just going to leave you here.” She says as her hands shake, trying to think of a way to get you to survive. “You have to.” You whisper before Nat pulls you in for a hug, the suits not stopping her from showing how much she loves you. “I love you Y/n.” She whispers and you hold her closer, closing your eyes as you hear the timer count down.

“I love you, Tasha.” You say softly, Nat holding you there for a few more moments before pulling away. “Keep my dog tags love, so I’ll always be with you.” She says as she pulls back from you, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you look up at the redhead. “What?” You question right before the ai voice rings out once again, the warning light suddenly clicking off.

Oxygen pod fixed, air supply replenished.

“Natasha.” You whisper out her name as you see your old oxygen pod drop to the sea floor, realizing that Nat just switched out the rest of her oxygen into your suit. With no pod in her suit, Natasha’s oxygen levels immediately drop, warning signs flashing bright red in her helmet. “I’m sorry darling.” Nat says as she looks at you, starting to feel lightheaded from the lack of air. “No..no no no no no.” You breathe out as Nat collapses into your arms, quickly moving her so she’s leaning onto your body. “Okay..okay come on. We can do this.” You mumble to yourself as you start to trudge your way towards the drilling facility. If there's one thing that they taught you in the Navy, that's to never give up, even when you're within an inch of your life you never stop fighting.

Once the murky lights of the drilling facility finally come into view, you almost jump for joy, Nat's head hung low as you drag her along. Your body aches and you think your leg might be broken, but that doesn't stop the relief coursing through your veins, opening the door and stumbling into the pressurized walkway. The entrance closes behind you before the water gets drained from the room, your legs collapsing from the lack of support the ocean gave you.

You gently place Nat on the ground before collapsing onto your knees, taking off your helmet and gasping down the fresh air. You cough a bit as you try and regain your breath, unzipping your suit so it bunches at your waist. Your coughs soon turn into laughs as you realize you've made it, quickly turning to Natasha to celebrate. "Nat, we did it. Holy shit..we fucking did it." You smile as you gently shake her shoulder, expecting her to take off her helmet by now.

"Nat..? Nat darling..we did it." You say softly, your smile fading as you take Nat's helmet off. "Oh my god, no." Your heart stops as you see Nat's pale cheeks and blue-tinted lips, shaky hands cupping her face as you ask the AI for her vitals.

No vitals found.

"Tasha..No please." You say before quickly moving to unzip her suit, fingertips touching her ice-cold skin. You start chest compressions as you desperately try to revive your love, the tears building up more and more with each round. "You made a promise, Nat." Your teeth are clenched as you finish another set of 30 compressions, bending down to give your fiancee two rescue breaths. "You said we're going to get out of this together. You promised me." You're barely keeping it together as you start another round, hot tears threatening to spill.

"You said you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me, well you can't do that if you leave me." Your chest is heaving as your compressions get sloppy. "So god damn it please Nat. Please. Please don't leave me." A sob rips from your throat as your movements finally falter, your arms collapsing from underneath you. Your entire body is wracked with sobs as you cling onto Natasha's shirt, crying into her chest as you hold her lifeless body.

You beg for Nat to come back like a broken record, chest heaving as you finally let all of your emotions breakthrough. You scream and you cry until your throat is raw, guilt gripping at your chest as you think all of your fallen crew members.

Your head rests on Natasha's stomach until your heart-wrenching sobs mellow down into silent cries, this small emotional break letting you spot something sticking out from your fiancee's helmet.

Sniffling a bit as you sit up, you take Nat's helmets into your hands, gingerly pulling out a piece of paper wedged into one of the corners. With shaky fingers, you hold it up into the light, breath catching in your throat when you see it. It's a picture of you and Nat after running one of the Navy obstacle courses, a wide smile on both of your faces as your working uniforms are caked in mud. A quivering smile tugs on your lips before you sob again, placing your head in your hands as your shoulders shake.

You’re still a mess as you fully get out of your suit, hands shaking with exhaustion as you put a makeshift splint on your leg. You easily find the escape pods and sigh in relief when you see that they’re all working, entering the commands to get to the surface.

As you stand in front of the pod, you decide to bring Natasha with you, refusing to leave the love of your life at the bottom of the ocean. The tears come rushing again as you pull Nat into the escape pod with you, pressing the button to close the hatch and to finally get the two of you out of here. “I’ve got you baby, I’ve got you.” You whisper as your arms tighten around Nat’s torso, slipping her dog tags over your head before you kiss her temple. Your eyes are screwed shut the entire time you travel to the surface, sniffling softly as hot tears silently run down your cheeks.

When you break the surface, you aren’t excited or relieved, you just feel numb, the cold air hitting your face once you open the pod. It’s like everything around you is shaded grey, your eyes dull and dead as the paramedics reach you. The entire time you’re looking at Natasha, seeing the first responders check for her pulse. As they pull your stretchers away from each other, there’s only one question on your mind: what’s the point of living in this world if Natasha isn’t in it?

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The sunlight softly illuminates the Avengers compound in the early hours of the morning, two bodies warmly pressed up against each other under the protection of a fluffy duvet.

A phone alarm goes off but it doesn’t break the peaceful atmosphere in the bedroom, one of the bed’s occupants slowly turning over to shut off the device.

“Y/n, baby, wake up my love.” Natasha hums as she kisses you, her soft pink lips planting a few gentle kisses on your neck and cheek. Your only response is a hum as you turn in Natasha’s arms and bury your face into her neck, wrapping your arms around her torso and pulling yourself closer. “Come on darling.” Nat laughs as she runs her hand through your hair, voice a bit rough from just waking up. “Too early.” You mumble and Nat sighs, a sleepy smile still on her face as she holds you. “Steve will kill us if we’re late to training.” She says but you shake your head, gently kissing the warm skin of her neck.

“You’re the Black Widow, you could kick his ass ten times over if you wanted to.” You reason and Nat nods her head. “You do have a point malysh.” She says and you hum. “Five more minutes.” You mumble and Nat nods her head, wrapping her arms around you before pulling you closer. “Okay, five more minutes.” She whispers before kissing your cheek, her fingers running up and down your spine.

#natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #marvel mcu #mcu natasha romanoff #mcu #au

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yespleasetommyshelby · 3 years ago

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Should've just asked - Part 2 - Oscar Diaz

One week, seven days, 168 hours, 10080 minutes, 604800 seconds, since he fucked everything up with y/n. Threw it all away because his own insecurities got the better off him, all because he didn't just ask.

He hadn't seen sad eyes since that day either, leaving him alone to stew in his own bubble of self pity. He hadn't left his home since that day, instead opting to send Cesar to the store when something was needed or delegating his Santo's jobs to other members. The bags that y/n and Sad eyes had left behind in the mall sitting against the wall opposite him, mocking him with their bright colours and smiling logos, he'd looked through them as soon as he'd gotten home, each one filled with balloons, banners, anything you would need to through a birthday, even a badge that read 'birthday king' in big bold letters.

Today was his birthday, his 26th, a day where he should've been out in the yard celebrating with one of his famous Santo's parties with the love of his life by his side but instead he was sat in an empty house, bar his younger brother, wallowing in a pit of self pity.

"You still sulking?" Cesar asked as he watched his brother stare at the blank space by his feet, interrupting his pity party.

"Fuck off." He muttered, reaching for the half smoked joint that had been abandoned in the ashtray an hour ago.

"It's been a week Oscar, you can't sit around moping all the time, yeah you fucked up, I get it, but sitting here isn't helping anything." Cesar sighed, this past week he'd seen a side of his older brother that he couldn't remember seeing before, sad and bitchy Spooky was not a pretty sight.

"You don't get shit." Oscar sighed as he lit his joint, breathing in the smoke before exhaling slowly. "I fucked up the best thing to ever happen to me, to us, I lost mi amor Cesar." He mumbled, his eyes filling with tears that he rapidly tried to blink back.

"I know, I know I've never had anything like what you and y/n have, how about we go to the mall? I need some new trainers for school." Cesar asked, watching Oscars face carefully.

"Can't you take your little groupie with you?" Oscar muttered, stubbing out his joint in the ashtray before leaning back and covering his eyes with his arm.

"Please Oscar, it'll help get your mind of shit." Cesar tried again, desperate to get Oscar out of the house and the hole he was currently wallowing in.

"Fine." He sighed, pulling himself up and heading towards the door, missing Cesar pull out his phone and send a quick text.

He's out.

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Just down the street y/n grinned as her phone dinged, the text she'd been waiting for finally coming through.

"Hey Sad eyes!" She called into the spare room where he had been staying for the last week, opting to stay and comfort the upset girl rather than spending nights in his own bed.

"What's up?" He asked as he opened the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Were you seriously sleeping at 2 in the afternoon?" She asked with an amused smile. "Anyway, Cesar's managed to get Oscar out the house so I'm heading over there now, you coming?" She asked with a smile, excited yet nervous at the thought of seeing Oscar again.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, just give me two minutes." The man grumbled before going back into the room.

Yes, y/n was still pissed about how Oscar had acted a week ago, calling her out for being a cheat in the middle of the mall after doing nothing more than planning his birthday. But at the same time the last week had been hell, she'd received multiple texts and missed calls from Oscar, all apologising for that day, for making a fool out of all three of them. No matter how badly he had embarrassed her that day he was still the only thing in her heart, the love of her life and she was determined not to throw it all away, they had fixed every other problem that had arose in their relationship and they was going to fix this too. Which is why her and Sad eyes were currently on their way to the Diaz household, ready to throw him the most surprising surprise party there ever was.

"Alright, you start to put the food out and I'll get started with the decorations." Y/n smiled as she went over to the bags sat against the wall, the same ones that her and Sad eyes had gotten at the mall. "I'm surprised he didn't throw this out." She mused, digging through the bags to find the balloons.

"I've told you, the guys borderline obsessed with you." Sad eyes laughed from the kitchen.

An hour later and everything was set up, banners covered the walls, balloons floated through the house and yard alike while the food and drinks tables looked immaculate, thanks to Ruby's help.

Everything was in full swing, music blasting, drinks in people's hands as she received yet another text that she was waiting for.

2 minutes out.

"Alright! Everyone be quiet, he's just coming!" Y/n yelled, the music being cut and the loud laughter turning to hushed murmurs as her nerves grew knowing Oscar was just about to walk through the doors.

The loud slamming of the front door caught everyone's attention as they stood anxiously waiting for the Santos leader, the faint 'what the fuck is this?' Making her chuckle only being able to imagine how confused Oscar must have looked right then.

"Surprise!" Everyone cheered as Oscar and Cesar appeared at the back door, Cesar sporting a grin as Oscars wide eyes roamed the crowd before landing on y/n.

"You did this?" He asked quietly, not yet making a move as his mind tried to decide whether this was real, if she really was stood right in front of him.

"Well." She smiled bashfully. "I had some help." She shrugged as Sad Eyes came from round the corner with two coronas in his hands.

"Happy birthday Spooky." He smiled, holding a bottle out for Oscar to take, smiling and clinking their bottles together once Oscar took one.

"Aye, listen man, I'm, uh, I'm sorry about hitting you, the other day." Oscar sighed, feeling weird having to apologise for punching someone who was basically his brother.

"No worries Spook." Sad eyes chuckled patting his brother on the shoulder. "Now go get your girl." He smirked, nodding towards y/n who was stood a few feet away talking to Cesar and Jamal.

"Hey, uh, can we talk?" Oscar asked walking up to her and rubbing the back of his neck from the nerves.

"Yeah, sure." She smiled, feeling her heart beating through her chest as she looked up into his eyes.

They were both stood staring at each other before Cesar clearing his throat pulled them out of whatever trance they were in.

"Hey Jamal how about we go find Ruby?" Cesar asked, raising his eyebrows at Jamal who just didn't seem to get the hint.

"What? Why? We see him all the time." The young boy shrugged, oblivious to the scowls he was receiving from the Diaz brothers and the amused look from y/n.

"Beat it." Oscar deadpanned, smirking as Jamal quickly turned and walked away leaving Cesar to follow with a chuckle.

"Was there any need for that?" Y/n giggled as she turned back to Oscar, looking up at him with an amused glint in her eye.

"Kid doesn't know when to take a hint." Oscar shrugged, not seeing the issue in how he spoke to Jamal in the slightest.

"Yeah well, he is Jamal." Y/n shrugged with a laugh. "Anyway, what was it you wanted to say?" She asked remembering why the Santo had come to her in the first place.

"I uh, I just wanted to say I'm sorry, ya know, for blowing up on you the other day, I know how stupid I was being and I called you out for bullshit you didn't even do." Oscar sighed, his hand that wasn't holding his beer clenching and unclenching at his side as he tried to find the right words. "Just uh, just the thought that you were out with some other cabrón made me see red, I didn't even think to ask, I just wanted to punch whoever it was in the face." He spoke quietly, y/n only just hearing him over the music that had started up again.

"Oscar, you're right, it was stupid." She snorted making Oscars heart drop his eyes going straight to the floor, it was too late. "But." She started, making his eyes flick back up to her immediately. "But I love you Oscar Diaz, I love you so fucking much that this last week has been killing me. I don't know what to do when I'm not with you Oscar, and I don't ever want to have to do that again." She sighed, a lone tear a sliding down her cheek which he quickly reached up to wipe away.

"I love you too mi amor, I know I get jealous and over protective but that's only because I don't want any one taking you away from me, not now, not ever." He mumbled shaking his head slightly before putting his bottle down on the nearest table.

"I know, baby, I know." Y/n smiled, reaching up taking his face in her hands, thumbs rubbing along his jawline gently. "You know if the roles were reversed I would've done much more to any hyna I thought was coming for you." She giggled, already having thrown hands with one before.

"Trust me, I remember, that shit was hot." Oscar chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist as hers slid from his face to going around his neck, opting to rub the bottom of his neck rather than jaw line.

"Now what?" Y/n asked, her eyes flickering between his.

"What do you want?" Oscar asked quietly, not wanting to push her into anything that she didn't want.

"What do I want? I want you Oscar Diaz, I want you everyday for the rest of my life, jealousy and temper included." She laughed as he rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"Good." Oscar smirked down at her. "Because I ain't never letting you go." He whispered, pulling her towards him, leaning down and planting his lips on hers for the first time in a week.

"I love you Oscar." She mumbled happily, resting her head on his chest as his arms wrapped around her back.

"I love you too mi amor." He smiled, placing a kiss on her forehead and squeezing her tight.

"Also, watching you punch sad eyes in the face really turned me on." She mumbled with a laugh as she felt Oscar tense slightly.

"Is that right?" He chuckled, looking down at her. "Well it's been a week, we best take care of that." He laughed before pulling away and lifting her over his shoulder before heading into the house landing a swift smack to her backside.

"Woo! Spookys gunna get some!" Was heard as he carried her through to the bedroom, both of them laughing as he threw her onto the bed.

"You're so perfect mi Reina." Oscar whispered leaning over her as he stroked a few stray hairs out of her face.

"If anyone's perfect here it's you." Y/n smiled letting her eyes wonder his beautiful features. "Just promise me something." She mumbled after placing a quick peck to his lips.

"Anything." He answered immediately, ready to give anything and everything to make her happy.

"Next time, just ask." She giggled as he rolled his eyes.

"Putá." He mumbled as he leaned down for a slow kiss.

"But you love me anyway." She whispered.

"Always mi amor."

One week without seeing each other.

Seven days without so much as a smile.

168 hours without a kiss.

10080 minutes without an 'I love you'.

604800 seconds without each other.

One surprise party to fix it all.

#on my block #on my block imagine #on my block imagines #spooky diaz #Oscar diaz imagine #Oscar diaz imagines #spooky diaz imagine #spooky diaz imagines #should've just asked

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cazzyvintage · 3 years ago

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I wanna fuck you like an animal

Synopsis: You and Zemo did not get along, in fact, you went out of your way to anger him at every opportunity until your lust and anger for each other couldn't hold back anymore

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Warnings: hate fucking, degradation, gloved fingering, oral (M receiving), vaginal sex

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A sharp breath drew through Zemo’s noise, a vein within his neck twitching and his grasp upon the glass within his gloved hand grew a little bit tighter as he furiously watched the way you deliberately left the milk out of the fridge as you finished up brewing your tea. His eyelids narrowed as he watched you step away from his kitchen, leaving it a complete mess. He tried to glare some sense into you but when that didn’t succeed let out an irritable sigh, placing his glass upon the table before him and huffing at he pulled himself out of his seat to clean up the mess. Cleanliness was important to him, vital even especially in one of his old houses which still held many fond and dear memories to him.

You breathed happily as you collapsed upon the sofa in the room, instantly pulling your feet up to lie upon the sofa earning another icy glare from Zemo which made your lips curl. For someone who was considered a dangerous villain, a cold-hearted manipulator, he was extremely easy to rile up. You enjoyed the ways his eyes would glare daggers into you, his face would redden, how he would lose some of his composure, trying his best not to lash out at you in worry about how James and Sam might react.

You were, what you considered yourself to be, Bucky’s younger adopted sister. You were forced into hydra at a young age, trained to be an agent for them and oftentimes you would work alongside Bucky in his missions. You weren’t a super soldier like him but they still had brainwashed you and given you the best training they could so that you could defeat most people in a fight. When Bucky however managed to escape the clutches of Hydra, he made sure to go back and get you and since then you two have been inseparable. He looked out for you like an older brother would and with no other family for either of you, you became each other’s family.

Naturally, you had to go on this mission with Bucky, he wasn’t leaving you out of it, and naturally, you didn’t like Zemo for what he had done to Bucky, and therefore you made it your mission to piss him off at every opportunity you could get. It was remarkably easy for how wound up he was. Such as now when you placed your cup of tea upon the expensive wooden table without a coaster, knowing it would stain.

Zemo’s eyes followed your movement and his jaw clenched in anger remembering how much that table had cost. His hands held onto the side of the kitchen counter tightly, his knuckles turning white as he tried to push back his annoyance and let it simmer. His efforts were quickly deterred however when you accidentally knocked over the tea with your foot.

“Whoops!” you exclaimed, your words laced with amusement at the situation rather than guilt for spilling the tea. You watch the liquid run across the smooth table but make no move in trying to prevent it causing Zemo to sharply grasp a towel and rush over to clear it up.

“Did you practise at being one of the most brainless people in the world, or does it come naturally to you” Zemo hissed as he sped by you, kneeling down at the table and whipping the cloth over it.

“It’s all-natural baby” you gleam, smiling sarcastically at Zemo who in return snaps his head to glare at you before turning back to the table, “Did you practise at being an insufferable asshole, or is that all-natural to you as well?”

Zemo slams the cloth down onto the table, finally spinning around you face you with his lips curled, “You are one to talk about insufferable asshole”

You scoff, shaking your head to the side then looking back to Zemo and stand up, “I wasn’t the one who blew up the UN and then used someone as a weapon”

Zemo tilts his head, his eyes narrowing again as he scrutinizes you and follows suit standing up as well, “So that is what all of this is about then hmm, you are being a brat because of what I have done?”

“Is it not obvious?” you quickly reply, crossing your arms over your chest.

Zemo doesn’t say anything for a second, instead, his eyes leave yours to trail over the rest of your body, as his tongue does its usual thing of flicking out and licking his lip slightly.

“I have another theory” Zemo finally states, taking a step forward while you take a step back. This little dance of yours continues as Zemo talks until you can’t move any further, hitting the back of the kitchen counter and with Zemo only a few inches away from you.

“Blaming me for what I’ve done as a reason for your behaviour? That is merely an excuse. Truly, you enjoy being a brat, you enjoy seeing me irritated, angry… intense”

You bite the inside of your lip, feeling the disguises you had put up about your behaviour slowly getting ripped away from you. Zemo’s gloved hand moved up to trail your jawline, softly following its line before his two fingers grasped your chin, forcing it up so you met his eyes as his eyes glancing down at your lips.

“You want me to put you in your place”

Your breath hitches in your throat, your insides becoming increasingly warmer and from the way, Zemo was looking at your lips, it made you lean in expecting to feel his own lips upon your but then the gloved hand leaves your chin and the radiating warmth from Zemo’s body leaves causing your to snap your eyes back open in confusion.

“Why would I fuck you, I despise you, I hate you. You don’t deserve it” he growls, his voice rough as his eyes pierce into you.

“That’s why you want to fuck me” you were quick to reply, now stepping up to Zemo closing the distance between the two of you, “Because you feel that anger coursing through your veins, you feel the need to let it all out before it consumes you, to feel that release, and you know the only way you can feel it is through me”

“Don’t tempt me”

“Why not?”

Your body was pushed back onto the kitchen counter roughly, your ass hitting it making you hiss through your teeth. One of his hands was on your waist while his other hand grabbed your hair, yanking your face up so that he could push his hot lips onto yours. Instantly his tongue was inside your mouth, exploring every area he could as the kiss grew messier. You couldn’t breathe, nor move, all you could do was push back against his mouth with the same amount of drive, attempting to gain back some sort of power. Finally pulling away he captured your lip within his teeth and tugged it, not caring about the marks or a bit of skin he might tear with the action, the feeling of it though made a moan escape you which went straight down to your crotch.

You barely had time to recover from that kiss when he pressed his gloved fingers to your lips, urging them inside your mouth.

“Suck” he ordered and obediently you did so. The leather wasn’t a particularly nice taste within your mouth but the sensation of his gloved fingers prodding at your tongue and pushing as far down as they could in your throat, making you gag was a feeling that was driving you wild.

When he eventually pulled his fingers away, covered in your salvia, he quickly worked at putting your trousers and pants down with one hand, grasping your thighs so tightly it would leave bruises he lifted you up on the counter and with a hand on each thigh, he pushed your legs open for him, and a low chuckle came out of his mouth as the sight of how wet you already were.

With the two gloved fingers you had already sucked, still glistening with saliva he lowered them down to your cunt and without warning, he pushed them inside of you.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, the gloves splitting your channel open unmercifully. The leather within you was warm but rough. You could feel it rubbing against your wet walls, getting soaked in your juices and the texture meant you could feel the way you throbbed around them, how your walls were already trying to pull them in as far as they could go. Already though Zemo was pulling his fingers out, just to thrush them back into you again making your body quiver as your hands grasped his shoulders of hold onto something in relief.

He started pushing his fingers in and out of you rapidly, determined to make you sore from the friction. His gloved thumb came up and rubbed around till he found your clit and with that he pressed down as hard as he could which lead to your head falling back, your eyes widened and your mouth hung open in a silent gasp from the wave of pleasure that was pushed through you.

Your hips moved on their own now, fucking yourself onto his fingers as he continued to push his fingers as far into your cunt as he could while his thumb twisted brutally on your clit. He was pushing you closer and closer to the edge and you were helping him, needing this angry, this reckless fucking.

“Look at what a slut you are” Zemo growled, his eyes fixed on the way your cunt wrapped around his fingers, greedily pulling him in.

“You were desperate for it, to the point that you’d let me fuck you with gloves on. Could you go anymore low”

You were unable to form retorts anymore, instead, the only thing you could do was close your eyes and moan out one word, one name, “Zemo”

It spurred him on. He angled his fingers to hit that spongy sweet spot inside of you, pushing so hard against it that your vision went dark as you were blinded by stars, your whole body thrashing on the table, only not falling off from Zemo’s other hand gripping you.

When you came down from your high Zemo pulled his fingers out of you, observing your wetness dripping off them and onto the floor and so he thrust them in front of your face again.

“Lick” he commanded and eagerly you wrapped your lips around them, tasting yourself upon the leather.

After that he pulled you off the kitchen counter, tugged his gloves off with his teeth and then placing a hand on each of your shoulders he pushed you to your knees so that your face was only inches from his crotch. No words were said, no words needed to be said. All that needed to be done was to be fucked thoroughly.

Zemo’s hands quickly worked upon his zipper, tugging it open and pulling out his dick in front of you. The girth of it made you swallow slightly in panic but when his hand found your hair again, you obediently opened your mouth. Instantly he lined it with your mouth and then thrust in, with his hand on your hair he pulled you all the way down on his dick with one movement.

You gagged, feeling it hit the back of your throat and instantly tears sprung to your eyes from not being able to breathe. Your hands reached up and grasped his thighs in an attempt to support yourself and Zemo just chuckled, watching how your lips wrapped around him, how red your cheeks had become and feeling the way you chocked around him was ecstatic.

His hand pulled your head back, letting you slide off him and granting you some mercy to be able to breathe but just as quickly he thrust you onto him again. Without caring for your need he continued to face fuck you, thrusting his hips forward as he buried your face onto him, your nose hitting his public hair making you grimace, but hearing the small moans coming from Zemo lips and watching the way his own cheeks started to take a pink tinge was enough to get you dripping again. You even started to press your tongue up against the underside of his dick, feeling the way his veins throbbed against it, trying to grant him some more pleasure.

“This was what you were made for” Zemo grunted as he thrust into your mouth again, his eyes narrowed from the bliss, “To be used by the likes of me, to serve as a hole for me to use. It serves a brat like you right, to be put in your place. I should cum all over this pretty little face, show the whole world what a slut you are, how you were begging for this.”

You could feel him getting nearer from the way he twitched in your mouth, the louder his moaning was becoming but this wasn’t what he wanted and so he quickly tugged your face away from him so he wouldn’t come.

His hand roughly grabbed your arm and forced you up on your feet again, though you almost fell back down, still trying to recover from your previous orgasm. Swiftly he spun you around and with his hand on your back he pushed you onto the counter and pulled down the rest of your trousers. You just whimpered in anticipation, waiting for the moment, and speedily it came when he thrust inside of you.

You let out a loud moan mixed in with a gasp as he pushed all the way into you straight away, forcing you open roughly. You could feel every edge, every vein of him inside you, pushing you open further than you had been before. Instantly he pulled almost all the way out and then back again. His hand quickly leant forward to grasp your hair again, pulling your face up from the counter, his other hand grasped your hip in order to steady your body as he thrust quickly into you.

There was no passion here but rather an animalistic drive, the need to let off steam and anger as he fucked into you. He wasn’t gentle or kind, letting you know still how he felt about you but the harsh nature of it had you dripping anyway, turning you on more than it ever should

“What would Bucky say if he saw you now” Zemo grunted, his grip on your hair tightening, pulling it tauntingly. “His little, bratty sister being put in her fucking place. Treated as the slut she is. What is it like knowing you have my dick inside of you? That I, the one who killed those people, forced your brother to do my bidding, am wrecking you, making you unable to think of anything else apart from how my dick feels inside of you, pounding into you?”

You let out a loud groan from his words, insisting you to gride yourself back onto Zemo to get him in further, “It feels great” you finally managed to say. Your legs shook as you felt the coil within you starting to get tighter as he pushed against that blissful spot inside of you. His thrusts grew from fast to short and quick thrusts as he lent down on your body, his lips beside your ear, grunting every time he thrust his hips forward. His hair fell from its usual position, sweaty as pieces fall over his forehead, his teeth were beared as his lips were pulled back in a snarl as he continued to push into you.

“Z-Zemo” you gasped, feeling on the tip of exploding, gushing all over him and as he thrusts into that spot one last time and now choosing to bite down on your skin to leave a mark, you cried out loudly coming again this time all over his dick.

He didn’t stop thrusting however, he carried on all the way through your release as he sought after his own. You whimpered at the overstimulation as he fucked you through your release, your walls grasping him tightly as he rubbed against them. All you could do was lie there, moaning every time his hips met your’s again, not even able to form words anymore. All your mind could comprehend was the feeling of him moving inside of you, the slapping sound of his skin meeting yours and the little grunts he let out.

Zemo had stood up again, letting go of your hair to instead hold onto your hips, his grip surely causing bruises. He pulled you back onto his dick as he thrust forward and with a few more brutal thrusts in, his head flung back so his eye was up at the ceiling, briefly losing himself as he came inside of you, his cum coating your walls.

You let out one last little cry at the sensation of his cum being buried inside of you, and then with ease, he slipped back out of you as if nothing had happened. You didn’t have the energy to move, instead just lying upon the surface, breathing heavily, trying to recover slowly.

Zemo sorted himself up, pushing himself back onto his trousers, styling his hair again and when he was done he simply sneered down at you, his lips curling in disgust.

“You might want to clean yourself up before your brother comes back in and sees you as the whore you are”

With that, he stormed out of the room leaving you behind to attempt to recover from that earth-shattering fuck, knowing that one time was nearly not enough time to be with him.

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bokutoslittlebird · 4 years ago

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Mommy

Sub!Kuroo x Dom!fem!reader

Warnings: cumshots, boobjob, thighjob/thigh fucking, idk how jva works, creampie(s), mommy kink, dubcon/noncon (no previous communication implied), somnophilia, cunnilingus, dirty talk/praise, dash of nipple play, use of ‘baby boy’ and ‘good boy’ for Kuroo

Working for the Japanese Volleyball Association wasn’t all glory and glam, but it paid well. Each day was another day to sift through paperwork and prepare for the National Team lineup members, with the next Olympics only two years away. Some members, like Hinata and Kageyama had already been informed of their eligibility and were a definite member, though they didn’t know of that yet. There would be someone going around to overview the Division 1 Leagues to see who seemed to be in the best shape to perform, which is why Kuroo was currently still at his office. Paper after paper of different members his employees had gone through and chosen, he got exhausted after going through just a few. Looking over credentials, he knew a few would have to make it — like Ushijima, who has been on the team before, or Bokuto and Sakusa of the MSBY Black Jackal team, with their power and technique. All of the candidates were possible, making Kuroo’s job harder as he had to choose which ones to send to the higher-ups. He was the checkpoint; who would pass this roadblock and continue and who’s dreams would crumble before they even began?

An alarm going off told Kuroo it was time to go home. He had gotten halfway through the stack, but he needed his rest. Movements were sluggish, muscles aching and sore from sitting in one position for a good chunk of the day. Glancing at his phone, the time read 1:37, making him sigh as he realized you’d probably be asleep when he got home.

The train ride home is quiet, almost gloomy as the dark rolling clouds move by, muffling the light of the moon shining down. Walking the rest of the way home, Kuroo can feel the weight in his shoulders getting heavier. Footsteps aren’t as fast, his head is held down, movements are numb as he enters the house, as silent as everything else. A sigh breaks that silence, his theory of you being asleep confirmed.

Trudging up the stairs, he opens the door to see an expected sight — the covers bunches around your waist as you hug the pillow close to your face, legs spread out with one bent. The night air is warm, which explains the lack of pants; only items on you are some panties and a loose tank top, but the position you’re in with those seem to have given him some newly found energy. Carefully entering the room and taking off his suit, making sure to be as silent as possible, he looms over your sleeping form. A disgusting thought overcomes him, a deranged desire to indulge in your body before joining you in sleep.

He’s concerned of how upset you’ll be if you find out or wake up, but he’s needy and you’re all his, aren’t you? He should be able to indulge in your body when he wants to, even if you’re too out of it to know. Prying sheets off your body, the clouds allow moonlight to seep through the curtains and silver beams give light to the previously darkened room. Your eyes are firmly closed, lips slightly open as puffs of breath escape them, head turned to the side. Once the covers are off and discarded, he’s rolling you on your back to admire your features more closely. The loosened fabric of the shirt makes it easy to droop, his fingers pulling the neckline down and hooking them under your breasts.

The material brushed over your nipples, the buds hardening under the fabric and encouraging Kuroo’s tired mind to continue. Straddling you, he’s discarded all of his clothes as he situates his cock in between your boobs. Letting his spit drip onto the flesh, he massages them and gently thrusts his hips as he cock slides between the wetness of your boobs. A breathy moan escapes his lips as he feels the spit and your soft breasts against his aching cock, his desperation for release having his hips moving faster and faster. A stutter of his hips and then he pulls away, letting his cum spill all over your clothed pussy, some of it splattering against your thighs.

Seeing his seed coat your thighs, some slipping in between your legs as they abide the laws of gravity, it gives him even more energy to continue. Moving off of you completely, he’s picking up your legs and keeping your knees together, resting his head atop them as he looks down. More breathy moans escape his lips, watching his cock peek out from between your thighs and feeling his own cum lubricate the makeshift cocksleeve. It’s nice and warm, slick enough for his cock to slide easily between them and the meat of your thighs give him the soft feeling that he really craves — even if it’s not the same. His tip peeks out from your thighs, red and pulsing as he tries to hold back his moans to a sensible volume at 2 in the morning. A few more thrusts between your sticky thighs and he’s letting out a low groan, spilling his cum all over your shirt and a bit of your panties.

Panting heavily, he looks down at the mess he’s made of you. With your breasts still spilling out, white splatters of his cum against your skin and clothing, an overwhelming possessiveness latches onto him, making him desperate to claim you inside as he has on the outside. Hands move to pull your panties out of the way, his shaky and hesitant movements showing his eagerness and his morals, but his eagerness wins out in the end when he sees how your own slick clings to your panties, making invisible strands. Licking his lips, he moves down to lap at the wetness you created, the salty taste of his own mingling with yours. His eyes flicker between you and closing, wanting to make sure you stay awake and desperate to revel in the feeling of lapping at your folds. Lips secure around your clit, him sucking on the nerves as you moan, a dreamy sigh almost, making him freeze.

Pulling back, he sees how wet you are now, still oozing with slick coating your folds along with his own saliva. His eagerness has him pulling your panties to the side with a thumb and his other hand lining himself up with your entrance before he can think to stop. A moan comes from him, biting his lip to hold them back as he sinks into your cunt, walls fluttering around him from the ministrations he gave to your clit. Burying himself all the way in is a challenge, but once he succeeds, he’s leaning over your unconscious body to kiss slightly part lips, short moans from them. His thrusts are slow, easing open your walls and preventing you from waking up so quickly, but he finds his hands on either side of your head as he picks up his pace. The room is loud now, squelch noises from where he disappears into you and from your coated thighs sticking to his own hips, adding to the sound of his skin slapping against yours. He rolls his head back at one particular thrust, a mewl coming from you as your back arches, him chuckling as he licks at his lips, enjoying the feeling.

That feeling is short lived.

Looking back down to your sleeping face, he’s shocked to see your eyes wide open, tired. He immediately stops, panicking as to what you’ll say to him, heart pumping wildly. But you smile at him, pulling him down to your lips by his shoulders, letting your mouth let him know you’re not upset. Legs hook around his waist as you break from him, running your thumb over his bottom lip. “What’s got you so tense, baby?” When he doesn’t answer, or rather he doesn’t know how to properly answer, you frown at him. “Tell Mommy what’s wrong,”

“I- I wanted to relieve some stress, that’s- that’s all,” he gulps, seeing you look at him with that face. The face that doesn’t let him know what you’re thinking, the one that usually means a punishment is coming soon. “I’m sorry for being bad, I just—”

“Bad? Oh no, sweetie. You’re still my good boy, aren’t you? If you wanted a treat, all you had to do was ask, you know?” Your words ease his worry, sweetness dripping off of each syllable. He grins, moving to kiss you once more as he begins to thrust into you again, nothing holding him back. “That’s a good boy,” you mumble against his lips, trailing your lips down from his lips to his jawline, down his neck as he moans, letting you have full access to his skin. A moan comes from him, feeling your mouth suck on his flesh to create a red mark, marking him in a way he did to you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he can feel his cum against his chest and abdomen, cold and sticky. Hips keep a steady rhythm, but they begin to lose said rhythm as he gets closer to his next release, puffs of air and soft moans escaping his lips as he feels his end come.

“Can I- Can I do it inside, pretty please?” He begs, moving his lips to yours as you nod, feeling his arms hold you down as he forces all of inside you, painting your gummy walls in a similar fashion to the rest of your body. He moans at the feeling, mouth hanging open as his cock throbs with sensitivity. You move up to kiss him, sucking on his tongue as he moans into your mouth, desperate for your touch.

He wants more.

His sensitive doesn’t hold him back, eager for more as he rubs his cock against your walls once more. “Baby boy, aren’t you tired? You finished inside,” you coo at him. He just looks down at you, eyes covered with lust as his mind is fuzzy in a haze.

“I wan’- I want more of you, Mommy. Please, I want you to fuck me, I want you to feel good, too, please,” he pleas, lips brushing over yours as he talks. You chuckle, flipping him over so he’s situated against the pillows.

“You should’ve asked for that in the first place, baby.” Taking off your tank top, you finally notice how hardened and sticky some of it is, an eyebrow raised but no questions his way. Pushing down on his chest, you smirk at him before rolling your hips, eliciting moan from him. “That was nice.. Can you give me another one?” You coo once more, moving your hips back and forth with his cock still inside of you. It’s enough to have his hands grasping at your hips tongue killing out as he lets moans freely pour from his lips, no matter the volume. “Someone’s sensitive, aren’t you sweet boy?”

He rapidly nods his head, biting on his lower lip as he moans again, feeling another orgasm coming as you keep rocking on his cock. Using one of your hands, you lean back to play with your clit, letting him have a full view of the show. You don’t speak, but Kuroo knows he isn’t supposed to look away, watching as your fingers rub and pinch at your clit, feeling the way your walls spasm around his cock that make him whine with need. Your other hand moves up to play with your nipples, teasing and rolling the hardened buds as you moan, eyes fluttering to meet his gaze as he drinks in every inch of your skin, every movement your hands make against your own sensitive areas. It isn’t until you’re mewling, using one hand to steady yourself while the other rubs at your clit does he break eye contact, rolling his eyes back as you cream on his cock, making him spill every last bit of his seed inside you.

When you both stop panting, getting your bearings, you rock your hips once more as he whines, tears in his eyes. “Oh, you thought we were done? Baby boy, I’m just getting started. This is your punishment,” you smile, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Even as your hips move, he doesn’t complain and he doesn’t voice his overstimulation, his nerves burning and begging to rest, he lets it happen. This is how it is for him.

In the office, he commands his employees and overlooks their work ethic, but he lets go of the dominating presence in the bedroom when he’s with you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Author’s Note: sorry if the dom/sub dynamics didn’t come into play until close to the end and sorry for this being released so late

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toorusluvr · 4 years ago

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ MOTIVE: MEIAN SHOUGO.

characters: meian shougo x f!reader

cw: oral receiving (f&m) + oral giving (f&m) + face sitting + blowjob + daddy kink (I'm rest assured that Meian has daddy kink)

wc: 2.5k

crossposted on my ao3 🤍

Your husband, Meian, was away for the night to celebrate another victory with Black Jackals. It's almost 1 in the morning when you heard the sounds of keypads being pressed from outside. Who else would it be at this hour? It must be your husband who had just came back from dinner. He wanted you to come along, but you refused since you were feeling tired.

Meian opened the door and was welcomed by the sight of you in your cute nightgown dress. He looked absolutely perfect in the tux he was wearing. Meian took off his shoes and put them aside before stepping into your apartment. "Hey, princess", he greeted you with a firm hug.

You inhaled the masculine scent from his cologne while you buried your face in the crook of his neck. "Hey. Welcome home, honey" you snaked your arms around his well-built body. You heard his raspy laughter after you squeezed your bodies together. "How was the dinner?" you asked. Meian dragged your hand with him to the living room.

Both of you plopped down on the couch. Meian turned his body to face you, "It was nice. But, I'm tired. So tired." You chuckled seeing your husband getting pouty every time he's tired. You knew he's been working hard for the past few months, especially since the new season had just started last week. His schedule has been swamped, and he sometimes got home late at night.

There was a comfortable silence between both of you. "Baby, lay back for me, okay? I'd make you feel good for a while," an obvious smirk plastered across your face when an idea popped in your mind. Meian furrowed his eyebrows, and when it clicked together, he scoffed. "You're so naughty, aren't you?" he lifted your chin using his index finger as he stared straight into your eyes.

You smirked, "Please, Meian? For me?" you gave him doe eyes to persuade him. It's been a while since you guys have been together, and you've been aching to be impaled by his thick cock. If he's really exhausted, you'd just give him head and sleep after that.

Meian threw his head back as he let out a deep chuckle. He wouldn't want to leave his lovely wife go to bed feeling unsatisfied. "Okay, princess. You better do good for me, yeah?" He cupped your cheeks in his large palms and kissed you on your soft lips. You smiled in satisfaction. You finally got what you've desired.

Your husband leaned his back against the couch, spreading his legs wide for you to be in between his legs. You got on your knees and put both of your hands on his juicy thighs. "You look so good in this suit, daddy", you praised him with your sweet voice. Your hand slowly rubbing his thigh up and down, "I've missed you, Meian. But, you've been busy these days."

He watched your movements, occasionally letting out soft chuckles at how you're tempting him. "I know, princess. We both know how important our careers are to us, hm?" he rubbed your cheeks using both of his thumbs.

You nodded slowly. "Hm, I understood, daddy." You chuckled when you locked eyes with him. Meian awaited your next move, and he was surprised when you pushed him backwards. Your very much smaller figure than his size hovered on top of his.

"Mhm, what's this, princess?" his tired voice echoed in your ears. He stared into your eyes, his hands holding the curves of your waists. Meian then heard you chuckled before he felt your lips on his sharp jawline. You smooched his jawline before nibbling his neck. Meian gave you a side-eye, "Teasing much, huh?"

Meian locked eyes with you. He has never felt so glad to have someone special in his life, not until you came. You've always been special to him. Forever, and always. His hand then travelled to the thin fabric of your nightgown. His hand fit perfectly on the shape of your ass.

Your body jolted forward when he gave your ass a hard smack. "Stop teasing me that much and get your work done, hm?" his voice was rigid, demanding you to serve your duty as his wife, his little slut that has always been obedient to him.

He's rough. That's it. You'll always obey him when he says something. With a weak nod, you then got on your knees on the carpet floor beneath you.

Meian got excited when he watched you looking so small under him. "Come on, princess. You said you wanted to make me feel good. Don't waste our time, hm?"

You inhaled a deep breath. When he demands you, you'll always end up feeling scared in case you'll mess up. He won't go easy on you either. Your fingers reached for his belt. You unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning his dress pants. The forming tent on his dress pants was evident enough to show that he couldn't wait either.

You palmed him through the forming tent, "Eager much, daddy?"

Meian scoffed at your snarky remark. "So, you decided to be a brat today? Do I need to teach you, so you know your place, princess?"

You hummed happily, "No, daddy. I swear I'll make you feel good."

"You better be," he said. Meian's eyes trailed your movement to unzip his dress pants. He bucked his hips for you to undo his pants. You slid his pants off of him, only leaving him in his black briefs.

Your fingers tugged on the waistband of his boxer, trying to slide it off of him. When you successfully undid his boxer, you took out his hardened member. His red tip was filled with precum.

He hissed when your warm mouth made contact with his sensitive tip. You licked the beads of precum leaking on top of his angry tip. Tilting your jaw to the right, you felt his length all the way to your throat. You breathed through your nose while trying to fit his size in your mouth. Meian's cock is thick and long that it burns every time he stretches your walls out.

"Fuck. Just like that, baby," he commanded while resting one of his hand at the back of your head. Your lips wrapped around his cock while bobbing your head up and down, tongue licking every inch of his cock. Meian tilted your chin using his index finger, his eyes observing your glossy eyes with a smirk plastered across his face.

He wiped the drools over the corner of your lips. "You look so pretty taking my cock like this, princess. You've always been such a good girl for daddy, hm?" he caressed his thumb over the bulge of his cock forming on your cheeks. He gave you a cocky smirk when he eyed that beautiful eyes of yours.

You hummed while nodding to whatever your daddy had to say. Your tongue lolled out to lick his girthy cock from the shaft to the tip. Meian's hand rested comfortably at the back of your head, gently pushing your head down. With a shallow breath -- suffocated by his thick cock, you focused on that same spot that made your husband constantly throwing his head back with soft whimpers.

"Fuck, princess", he let out a staggered moan. His fingers constantly caressing your jawlines with so much love. "You are such a good wife for me, princess. I fucking love you."

Meian could hear you let out a soft chuckle while he praised you endlessly. His hand then moved to your face. You could feel his thick fingers removing the strands of hair that fell on your beautiful face. "So fucking beautiful taking my cock like this", he chuckled.

As you pulled his cock out of your mouth, the white string of your saliva covering his cock sent shivers to every vein in his body. Your smaller hand pumping his cock all the way to the shaft with your spits as the lubricant. Meian's cock throbbed even more, when you increased your pace of pumping his cock. You watched his face contorted with pleasure. His sweats covered abs flexing with so much force while throwing his head back while moaning out your name out of his pretty mouth.

Meian leaned in for a kiss on your beautiful lips, gently nipping on your bottom lip while he occasionally let out soft whimpers in his vocal tract. Your hand still wrapped around his cock while roughly kissing your husband. He broke the kiss and stared into your eyes, "Fuck, I love you so much, princess."

You smirked before lowering your head onto his cock once again. His thick cock always leaves your jaw aches the moment after. When he felt your warm tongue grazed over his slit, he let out another soft grunt. "Fuck, princess. I'm coming," you heard him say with his eyebrows pinched together. He let out another grunt when he felt his climax coming.

Meian's thick cum spurted on your face. That's one of his favourite things to do in the world. And, you look so fucking beautiful being covered in his thick cum. He let out a deep chuckle as he took his worn shirt to clean your face. "Damn, princess, that was so hot" he caressed the sides of your face with his thumb. He eyed you from head to toe before he straddled you in his lap.

You slung your arm over his broad shoulders. "Princess, I am not done with you yet" you felt his hot breath fanned over your neck. Not long after, you felt his lips latched on your sensitive neck. Slowly, he licked your neck and sucked on your supple flesh. His large hands fondling your clothed breasts through the thin material.

"No bra. Seriously?" he raised one of his eyebrows at you with a cocky smirk. Meian saw that sneaky smile you tried so hard to keep.

You placed your thighs on either side of his body while facing him. "Mhm," you hummed softly before bursting into laughter. It's hard to keep your cool when your husband looked so good, even when he's exhausted. It makes you feel giddy to please him.

His palms trailed over your inner thighs. His fingers pulling the hem of your nightgown − revealing your bare thighs. He stopped caressing your soft skin. His eyes admiring your beauty for a second. A sense of guilt crept in his heart because he hasn't been spending times with you. Of course, he felt guilty for neglecting his adorable wife, who's loyal to him.

You are the only reason he feels happy even when his career is killing him inside out.

His dark orbs stared straight into your soul, his hands still on your thighs. Not a second later, you felt two of his digits on the dampened cotton material of your panties. Your body shuddered at the sudden sensation of his thick fingers trailing over your sensitive cunt. He felt your body squirmed in his lap. "Needy, much?" you heard he clicked his tongue.

You bit your lower lip when he dragged two of his digits slowly on your soaked panties. In your mind, you could only imagine how ruthless Meian would be fucking you tonight. You don't even care if he's gonna leave you limping the next day as long as you get to being dicked down by your husband.

Meian moved his hands to your waist before his fingers tugged on the waistband of your panties. He slid your panties off of your legs. Meian snickered when he felt the goosebumps on your skin. "Can you take this off for daddy, princess?" his deep voice rumbled in your ears.

You nodded hesitantly − feeling small in front of him all of a sudden. Meian helped you to take off your nightgown dress, leaving you bare for his sight. He looked at you with a cocky smile while his hands grabbing you on the waists. He saw your chests rising slowly while he stared at you lovingly.

"Sit on my face, princess", he commanded. You nodded eagerly but also slightly nervous because it's been quite some time since you last did this with him. What if he hurt himself while you sat on his face? Intrusive thoughts filled your mind until Meian snapped his fingers in front of your face.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, "Yes, daddy." Meian snickered at your reply. You must have been nervous, he thought.

Meian laid his back on the leather couch while waiting for you to get on top of him. Slowly, you got on top of him, reserving your only seat -- that's his beautiful face. You felt your thighs trembling as you felt his soft breath fanned over your dripping cunt.

Your husband let out a deep chuckle when he saw your legs shaking. "Relax, princess. This is your throne, baby. What are you scared of, hm?"

A peal of nervous laughter elicited from your mouth, "Okay." Right after he assured you to relax, you felt his hot tongue on your slick folds. Slowly, Meian dragged his tongue up and down your folds. His strong hands holding your thighs together, ensuring you wouldn't fall back. He felt your body squirmed as he savoured your taste. His tongue skilfully gliding up and down on your slick folds -- sucking and nipping on your sensitive clit.

Your grip on the leather couch's armrest became tighter as you felt the orgasm building slowly in your lower body. "D-daddy", you mumbled nervously. You bit your lower lip as you threw your head back. Your breath became heavier when he gently sucked on your clit. "Mhm," you moaned quietly -- your right hand playing with your soft flesh.

Meian has always loved how you taste. He will never regret asking you to sit on his face. Savouring your taste and giving you pleasure are his specialities. The tip of his tongue circling on your clit slowly to give you the orgasm you desired for.

The tight knot in your stomach became twisted as you felt your orgasm slowly crashing. "Fuck", you cursed under your breath. Your legs couldn't handle the shakiness any longer that you had to grip on the armrest for your dear life. "D-daddy," you mumbled incoherently when he continued licking and nipping on your clit. "I'm c-coming" your body trembled in his grip.

As Meian twirled the tip of his tongue on your clit, he heard you let out a loud moan together with your thighs shaking. He watched the white string of your cum coming out of your pussy, and a victory smile was plastered across his face. "How was that, princess?" he asked as he kissed your pussy.

Your breath became shaky after you came down from your high. You got off of his face and laid on top of him. You placed your head on his rock hard chest while your hand rubbing circles on it. "That was... amazing", you chuckled shyly.

Meian caressed your head lovingly. His lips occasionally leaving kisses on the top of your head. "You did good for daddy, princess" his deep laughter filled the comfortable silence between both of you. "Come here, let's sleep. It's getting late," he said before leading both of you to your shared bedroom.

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bcdwhcre · 4 years ago

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“Cold Weather,” Pt 2 Levi x Reader

using this gif again bc oof and I’m also running out of Levi gifs to use

Summary: modern day Levi. After getting stuck in a blizzard and taking shelter in a cabin with no heat, skin to skin isn’t the only thing you two would be using to get warm

Warnings: fingering, dirty talk, choking, smut period. any who

PART ONE

“I know what else we can do to get warm.”

“Levi,” Your eyes were glued on his, the smirk on his face only growing the more your face started to get red.

You would admit that there is a lot of sexual tension there but you weren’t too sure if it was only because you two were forced to cuddle half naked for warmth or if Levi had caught on to your feelings that you had for him.

Either way you didn’t want to protest or act as if you didn’t want to do anything with him. The way his eyes had burned through your body made your skin hot and made you want more of his touch on your body.

Levi’s fingers had traced over your bare skin, sliding down to slip the strap of your bra off your shoulder and a lump started to form in your throat as his eyes stayed on yours, never once looking away and you didn’t dare break the eye contact no matter how nervous you started to get.

He was swift when reaching around your back and unclipping your bra with no issue, feeling it drop and he slipped it off your arms and tossed it behind him in a blink of an eye. He wanted to take his time, with you at least. The feelings he had for you were more than enough to give him the boost of confidence to do the things he’s been wanting to do.

In an instant, his lips were back on yours and his body had moved over to hover over yours as he forced his tongue inside of your mouth, exploring the new space and taking over the dominance quite quickly but only because you didn’t bother, the amount of butterflies you felt roaming inside your stomach as your body ached for him more as each second passes by- you let him do whatever he wanted to do.

His chest pressed down on yours, one hand flat on the floor to hold himself up above you while his free hand had wrapped around your throat, giving it a gentle squeeze and suddenly his mouth was off of yours and peppering kisses along your jawline, his hair hanging down and tickling your skin.

The air around you was thick, between his kisses and the tension in the air- you were practically choking. You were frozen, your arms and legs numb and not just from the freezing cold weather that surrounded the cabin and outside of it- but Levi’s sudden actions, it had you complete stunned to the point where you couldn’t move.

The thought of this had ran through your head multiple times in the past but you were never brave enough to cross the line of ruining a friendship you admired so much. He’s your best friend, the only person you can truly count on and secretly- the both of you would dream of this moment and now that’s it’s happening, you’re stuck in place.

He had noticed your stale movements while kissing your neck and collarbone, his eyes flickering up towards you as he held his body up above yours, the worried look on his face like he had did something wrong, thinking this isn’t what you wanted.

“We don’t have to..” He started to say, not really knowing the right words to say. It grew awkward and you snapped out of your endless thoughts to meet his gaze.

Suddenly you felt stupid, you were too caught up in your own head and was too scared to embrace your feelings for him that you made him feel embarrassed for even thinking something like this would work.

“Levi, you’re the only person I’ve wanted to do this with.” You tried to assure him, leaning up and smashing your lips onto his.

Your small hands had trailed down his bare chest and suddenly he had gain somewhat of his confidence back, grabbing a hold of your hands and pinned them down against the floor, your fingers intertwining with his and his hips had firmly pressed against yours.

The swarm of butterflies and sparks that you felt made you want to freeze up again. You were never the type to be this bold, especially towards someone you’ve been in love with for years. You still had that mindset where you would be rejected by him even though his lips were molded into yours.

You tried to shove that anxiety out of your mind, feeling his hips roll into yours making a random moan fall from your lips and onto his. It was getting more than hot in this empty cabin, the feeling of his hard length pressed against you along with the only two fabrics of clothing you both wore- it was making your breath uneven and your kiss sloppy.

Levi had pulled back first, breathless and his eyes had stared down into yours, a small smile appearing on his lips and he had let go of one of your hands to cup your cheek, stroking it then grabbed onto your chin.

“You know how many times I’ve thought about this?” He mumbled, moving his fingers down your body and swiftly slipped your underwear down your legs, making your heart pound.

You shook your head, keeping your eyes on his while his fingertips tickled your inner thighs as he teasingly ran them up your leg, spreading them apart with his knee and unexpectedly rubbed just one finger through your folds, making you shudder under his touch.

“Every time I look at you, all I can think about is you underneath me...” He used two fingers to rub through your folds, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

“All the times I’ve thought about you late at night, taking all of me, moaning my name, making a mess all over my sheets..” His words had you already throbbing and he barely even touched you, his fingers teasing you.

“You drive me crazy without even trying.” His other hand grabbed onto your throat, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip and a smirk appeared on his face.

Suddenly he had his fingers at your entrance, just barely hovering over it and he could tell how impatient you were just by the way your hips were trying to grind against his fingers, you were already a mess underneath him and he hasn’t even began to start pleasing you the way he wanted to.

Levi tilted his head, leaning down to pepper a kiss on your jawline and leaned down towards your ear as your hands made their way around his back, nails already clawing at his skin and he let out a soft breath.

“Tch, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already a mess.” He taunted, a chuckle falling from his lips and it made you want to roll the both of you over and slap that smirk off his face- he was being too cocky, knowing how badly you wanted him.

“You’re being too cocky.” You scoffed under your breath, almost rolling your eyes and he raised his eyebrows in amusement as he stared down at you.

“I think I’m allowed to be.”

You hummed, a smile coming across your lips until he abruptly slipped both of his fingers inside of you, your mouth instantly parting open and another gasp slipped out.

The smirk on his face was evident, enjoying himself a little too much as he moved his fingers at a even pace, twisting them and using his free hand to rest beside your head to hold himself up.

He wanted to watch your facial expressions, wanting it to feed his ego, wanting to see just how much he can pleasure you, how good he can pleasure you. He was one cocky asshole but you couldn’t deny the fact he knew how to make you feel good.

Your back almost arched off the floor, wanting to move your hips up into his hand but he was quick to press your hips down with his free hand, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he tilted his head up at you.

“Do that again and I’ll have no choice but to stop and leave you here soaking wet.” He teased, the tip of his tongue sticking out and licking over his dry lips.

You wanted to protest, fight back or shoot him a dirty look but the way he looked right now, the way he was being so dominant with you- it was really turning you on and you wanted it to continue for the rest of the night.

But you still wanted to slap that cocky smirk off his face but it was worth the feeling of his fingers knuckles deep inside of you, making you clench around them and throw your head back against the blankets.

“Good girl.” He purred, sitting himself up on his knees and looked down at his fingers, watching himself finger fuck you.

He couldn’t resist, he wanted to pull his fingers out and fuck you into oblivion but he had to restrain himself, he wanted to enjoy this, enjoy you and the way your beautiful body laid out in front of him like this- the only light making your skin glow was the fire from the fireplace.

He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, he was in awe of you and the position you were in. Your head back, your eyes closed and the effortless moans falling from yours lips was like music to his ears. He was so fascinated with you, so intrigued, so in love.

Levi’s mouth was practically drooling at the sight that he almost forgot he was thrusting his fingers inside of you until your moans had grown louder, knowing how close he was edging you to your orgasm.

He thought about it, should he let you cum around his fingers? He did want a good taste of you, he wanted to watch your face mix with pleasure as your legs tremble beneath him.

Gosh, he was thinking too much about you that he was close to almost cumming in his boxers. He shook his head at the thoughts, his eyes fully trained back onto you as he continued slamming his fingers inside your tight hole, using his other hand to rub circular motions on your clit.

“Levi.. I’m gonna,” You practically whined out, making his eyes shoot up to yours and he groaned under his breath.

“Cum on my fingers.” He praised you on, mumbling soft words like how you were beautiful to him.

He had watched your face scrunch up, the orgasm washing over you like a fresh shower, making your legs slightly tremble and your breathing started to get heavier. He licked his lips at the sight of you, he was hungry for you in ways he couldn’t even explain.

He was quick to take his fingers out once you were done and licked the cum off of them, humming at the taste of you. He was enjoying himself too much but he made sure you were enjoying the moment more.

Your cheeks were flushed as you tried to catch your breath, your eyes connecting with his hungry ones and he moved his fingers down to rub your sensitive core, making your legs close tightly but he forced them open.

“I’m not done with you yet, brat.” The nickname easily dripped off his tongue and it had made another throbbing sensation hit you.

He was quick to reach his hands down to his boxers, finally taking them off and freeing his length that was more than desperate to be let out. Your eyes couldn’t help but glance over his entire bare body as he was above you, your eyes trailing down and lump had formed in your throat.

The butterflies you felt was unexplainable. You couldn’t believe just how perfect he looked naked, it made you almost choke on the air around you.

His hand grabbing your chin made you snap out of your thoughts, your big eyes looking up at his and he softly pressed his lips on yours, the kiss was slow but your lips were still swollen from the rough makeout session you had moments ago before he had his fingers deep inside of you.

He was craving your touch so desperately, he was clingy and was more than horny but he wanted this kiss to be a lot more meaningful because he still loved you deeply.

He pulled back, his face hovering over yours while his nose brushed up against your own nose. He had given you a soft smile, his fingertips brushing over your soft skin and it made your heart swell.

Levi planted one more kiss on your lips, settling himself between your legs as he grabbed a firm hold of his length, teasingly rubbing his tip along your folds, his face still inches above yours before he slid himself in slowly but he didn’t hesitate to fill you up completely.

Your mouth parted open, another moan slipping off your tongue and he took the opportunity to spit inside of your mouth then molded your lips together in a heated kiss, mixing your tongues together.

All of this had sent you in a state of euphoria, almost seeing stars blur up your vision and your hips instantly moved up to meet his soft thrusts until he started to speed up his pace, pressing your body down into the floor.

He had kept his eyes on you, the sense of wanting to watch over your beautiful state and your expressions as he stimulated you. He was sure he would end up cumming just by the look of your face but he wanted this to be a lot more meaningful. He didn’t care about the sex, he wanted this to be about you.

He would do anything for you and he knew about the strong feelings you’ve had for him for well over a few years so that only pushed him to make you feel everything tonight. He could care less about orgasming, he could care less about pleasuring himself. He was so deeply in love with you that this, your first time with him, was something to remember.

“Fuck, go harder.” You barely managed to stumble out of your mouth, making his eyebrows furrow and stare down at you.

He had done what you said, his hips slamming into yours and the sounds of the fire cracking and both of your skins slapping together echoed through the empty cabin.

Your skin grew hot, your cheeks red and the intense pleasure you were feeling made your eyes water and your head ended up leaning back as your eyes fluttered shut, your nails clawing at his back, sure to leave scratches on his soft skin.

You could already feel yourself nearing your second orgasm, multiple profanities, whines and moans falling from your lips and when he felt your walls clench around him, he made sure to quicken his pace as much as he could, wanting to send you over the edge again.

“Are you going to cum for me a second time, brat?” He voice mumbled into your ear, his lips trailing sloppy kisses just below your ear and on your neck and you held onto his biceps tightly.

You slightly nodded your head, stuttering out a small ‘yes’ and he purposely sunk his teeth into your skin and it made you almost squeal, his large hand moving up to grab onto one of your breasts.

“Be a good girl and cum for daddy.” The dirty talking he was doing in your ear was working in his favor, it had made you wrap your legs around his torso, feeling him almost pull out of you completely just to thrust back into you roughly.

Your second orgasm had hit you like a train, your legs shaking uncontrollably and the way it had sent you in such a pleasured state, it made his orgasm hit him just about the same time.

Levi’s breathing was uneven, the sweat gathering up on his forehead made the small strands of hair to stick on his skin. He pulled out of you, sitting up on his knees as he looked over at your shaken state.

He had chuckled under his breath, placing a kiss on your forehead and stood up to go find a towel to clean you up. He wasn’t just going to leave you there sitting in a complete mess you both had made, he wasn’t that lazy.

When he returned, you had caught your breath and your eyes could barely stay open from how much he tired you out. You watched him clean you up with the towel, tossing it to the side when he was finished and got underneath the blankets, wrapping his arms around your naked body.

His lips peppered soft kisses on your face, pulling you into his chest and he sighed happily, brushing his fingers through your hair as you laid there almost half asleep, tangled up in his arms.

“I love you, you know.” You mumbled, tilting your head up to meet his gaze and he laughed a bit, nodding his head.

“Yes, I know.. I love you.”

Pls this is the longest Levi smut I’ve ever written. But I think it turned out so good wtffff

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