#it was a pain to get out I have marks all over my hand from it. and I saw the kitten had a scratch on her face

[wosoloml]

From Rivalry to becoming Family || Alessia Russo x German!reader (Frankfurt!Reader)

Summary: When you and Alessia get engaged, you decide to celebrate this milestone with both of your national teams. What starts as a union between two people becomes a beautiful transformation from the rivalry of the Euros 2022 into a bond that feels like family.

a/n: throwback to the most painful day ever as a german. ich hoffe ich habe deine request gut umgesetzt <3 danke für deine worte!! i hope its okay i wrote also about how they got together.

wc: 1,4k | from this request

warnings : nothing just fluff except for mentioning the euros final

"Y/N! Are you finally done?" Alessia shouts through the house for the third time, trying her best to stay patient while waiting downstairs for her fiancée.

"Babe, relax. We won’t be late; everything’s going to work out," I reassure her, descending the stairs to join her.

Four days ago marked one of the best days of our lives.

After two and a half years of dating, Alessia finally asked me to be her wife. And, of course, I said yes.

It all began during the Euros in 2022. Alessia and I couldn’t be more different when it comes to our nationalities. Keeping our relationship private was tough, especially when we faced each other in the final. But at least we knew one of us would be celebrating that night.

The day after the final was when we finally told our teammates about our relationship. Since that day, the rivalry between England and Germany hasn’t felt quite as intense (even though we all know Germany is the better team).

"We’re going to be late if you spend another hour deciding which shoes match your dress," Alessia says, her impatience bubbling over as she watches me.

"I'm done! What do you think of my outfit?" I ask, turning to face her. Alessia’s eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me.

"Wow," she breathes, her expression full of admiration.

I feel my cheeks warm at her reaction. Even after two and a half years of being showered with her compliments, I still haven’t learned how to process them without blushing.

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When we arrive at the little beach house, everything is perfectly decorated, but no one is waiting for us. It’s a stark contrast to Alessia’s prediction that we’d be late because I took “so long.”

I can’t help but feel grateful that we managed to arrange this small party to celebrate such a special milestone in our relationship. Playing in different countries makes it difficult to maintain anything resembling a normal relationship, so it means the world that we were able to bring both of us—and all our national teammates—together for this one celebration.

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The clock struck exactly 3:00 PM when the first guests arrived. Unsurprisingly, it was Alessia’s best friends, Lotte and Ella. My heart swelled with love as I saw how many people cared about Alessia enough to travel all the way to Denmark to celebrate with us.

"Ella! Lotte! I’m so glad you’re here," I exclaimed, pulling them into a tight hug. In the beginning of our relationship, spending time with Alessia’s friends felt a bit awkward—especially since they played for England. But they turned out to be the sweetest people, and I’d never felt more welcomed.

"I can’t believe she finally asked you," Lotte teased, rolling her eyes. "She must have called me a thousand times, asking if it was too early, too late, or what your answer might be. Honestly, thank you for saying yes!"

I couldn’t help but laugh as Alessia came over, resting her hand gently on my back and joining in to greet her friends. Moments like this reminded me just how lucky I was to be surrounded by so much love.

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I could hear two loud voices singing and laughing with Alessia, and I immediately knew who had just arrived.

"Y/N, go get your girls before Laura starts drinking all the champagne before nightfall," Alessia teased, flashing me a grin.

"My girls! There you are!" I exclaimed as I rushed over to greet them. "I’m so happy you both are here."

We were used to speaking English with each other, but it still felt amusing, given our shared history.

"I can’t believe my little girl is getting married to the blonde English striker," Sara said, her voice full of mock disbelief. "It’s still unbelievable how you kept it a secret. We all knew you had a crush on her—like, who didn’t? And then secretly meeting her after games... and now here we are. My lovebirds!"

Sara couldn’t stop smiling as she looked at Alessia, her words filled with warmth.

"Okay, Sara, enough is enough!" I interrupted, my cheeks turning crimson.

Alessia caught Sara’s eye and gave me a playful wink, which only made me blush harder.

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As time passed, more and more guests arrived, until all of our national teammates were finally here. My heart swelled with love as I watched Leah chatting animatedly with Lena and Mary exchanging tactics with Merle. After years of playing against each other, it felt surreal to see everyone coming together like one big family.

I wrapped my arm around Alessia, unable to stop myself from smiling. It was hard to believe how perfect my life felt in that moment. I was the luckiest woman alive, with the best fiancée by my side. (And let’s not forget—she won Arsenal's Goal and Player of the Month! How could I not feel proud?)

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My eyes caught Ella as she stood up and cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention.

"When Alessia first told me she had a crush on Y/N, I already knew," she began with a soft smile. "Her eyes never lied when she looked at her. It didn’t matter if it was during tactical meetings while we analyzed other teams or when Y/N crossed our path on the way to different games. That same look was always there—an expression full of admiration."

Ella paused for a moment, her gaze shifting warmly between us. "I’ll save the big words for their wedding speech, but what I can already say is this: no one has ever made Alessia’s eyes sparkle the way you do. Thank you, Y/N, for making our Lessi the happiest girl on earth."

Ella fought back her tears, just like the rest of us. I smiled warmly at her, holding Alessia’s hand tightly in mine.

"She’s not the only one determined to make us all cry tonight," I said, glancing over at Laura. My heart immediately swelled with emotion. Laura wasn’t typically one for big words or grand displays of sentiment, so her standing up to speak meant the world to me.

"We didn’t win the Euros," Laura began, her voice steady yet filled with emotion, "but we won something even more special—new friendships. And most importantly, my best friend found the love of her life."

She paused, her gaze flicking between Alessia and me, a gentle smile gracing her face. "Whether it’s singing ‘Sweet Caroline’ in a karaoke bar or cheering for you at the Emirates, know that it’s always from the bottom of our hearts. Alessia, you are the first person I trust completely with Y/N’s heart, and I know it’s safe with you. Here’s to many more memories together. Cheers!"

Her words left the room in a silence filled with love and admiration before glasses clinked together in celebration. I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up as I squeezed Alessia’s hand, grateful beyond words for this moment.

I stood up, taking a moment to gather my thoughts before speaking on behalf of both of us.

"First of all, I need to thank our best friends for making us all cry and for finding the perfect words. You truly know how to touch our hearts. Thank you." I paused, looking around the room, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

"And we also want to thank all of you for being here today. We know it’s no small feat to find a free spot in our busy schedules, so we really appreciate you making the effort."

I smiled and raised my glass. "Please, enjoy the day, and let’s not drink too much!"

The laughter that followed helped ease the nerves in my chest, and I couldn’t help but feel thankful for everyone here, sharing in this special moment with us.

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Alessia had her arms wrapped tightly around my waist as we swayed slowly to one of our favorite songs. Despite Leah’s role in music, today’s playlist wasn’t half bad.

"Thank you for spending the rest of my life with me," Alessia whispered softly in my ear, her words sending a warmth feeling through me.

"It’s a pleasure to spend it with you," I replied, my voice shy as I glanced at her. "I hope you liked today."

She smiled at me, her expression full of comfort. "I loved it today."

I leaned in closer "I love you."

May our story continue, forever.

[justanothermemestrider]

"That's My Girl" - Jago Sevetarion x F! Reader

Ask thee and ye shall receive. Here's a fic based on the sparring headcanon from my Sevetar Assorted Headcanons. The sypnosis: Sev takes you down to the training mat to help you train some sword craft, and things get... spicy

Hope yall ready for some heresy.

CW: NSFW, MDNI

Apologies for grammar and spelling mistakes. Please enjoy!

"I really don't see why this is necessary."

"Really?" Jago asks. "Sweetheart, have you seen what the people on this ship are like?"

"Well yeah, sure," you say. "But I've got you. And if you're not around, Talos and Cyrion always look out for me."

Jago clicks his tongue, twirling the wooden swords he's currently holding in both hands as he considers your words. "That is true," he admits. "But even then, there is always the chance- no matter how small- that you may be caught out alone on this ship." He offers you one of the swords with a smile. "As such, you need to prepared."

You give him a long, unamused look, eyes shifting between his proferred wooden sword and wry, lopsided smile. The skin of his face is a mess of scars and callouses, but underneath all of that is a strong, almost handsome visage with broad cheek bones and a square jaw. His hair is slicked back save for a handful of thin bangs that tumble over his forehead to frame his eyes and nose. Jago's smile broadens into a grin. "Come on, little bird," he says. "If not for you, then for me?"

You let out a sigh. Without a word, you take the sword from his hand.

"Atta girl," Jago chuckles. He steps away from you, then surprises you by sheathing his sword. His grin suddenly turns feral. Before you can ask, he unclasps the front of his tunic and lets it drop to the floor. His torso, like his face, is ravished by scars, though these are far larger and more vicious looking. Bolter holes, chain blade slashes, stab wounds and burn marks; Jago wears the marks of all of these and even more. Black neural ports run down his shoulders and chest, contrasting sharply with his pale skin. But, just like his face, his scars and cybernetics do little to detract from the beauty of the body beneath them. You can't help but take a moment to drink in the sight of him; the twistedly gorgeous demi-god you call lover and protector. At your staring, Jago chuckles. "You may remain robed if you wish," he says. "But among Astartes, it is tradition to spar as... unencumbered as possible."

"Oh really?" you ask, clearly unconvinced.

Jago laughs again. "Eyes up, little bird," he orders. "Raise your blade. We begin now."

Unable to keep the grin off your face, you does as he commands.

"You remember what I've taught you?" he asks.

You give your sword a cursory twirl. "Of course I do." As if to emphasise the point, you hold it out in front of you in a defensive stance.

Jago gives you a satisfied smirk. "Guess we'll find out soon enough, won't we?" With that, the Night Lord lunges.

You slip to the side, parrying with your sword. The wooden blades crack against each other like bone, and the force of the impact sends painful vibrations rocketing up your arms. Grunting, you take several, darting steps back, but Jago refuses to give you any such breathing room. Several more time, your training blades clash. You know Jago is holding back; he has to, for if he didn't, his first strike would've likely snapped your arms in half. But even with his abilities actively reduced from demi-god levels, he's still faster and stronger than any baseline human could dream of being. Already, your breathing hard. Sweat pouring down your brow as your heart pounds relentlessly. Jago, on the other hand, has barely broken a sweat.

"Don't be shy, little bird," he says the next time the pair of you disengage. "You can't defend forever."

Between heavy breathes, you scowl at him. "Easy for you to say, Son of The Night Haunter, you."

Jago flashes that wry, crooked smile of his from the other side of the training mat. "No warrior is perfect," he says. "Even Astartes have certain aspects that can be exploited."

"Such as?"

"Just look at me, sweetheart. Two metres tall and half a tonne in weight, all of that being bloated muscle and reinforced bone." Jago holds his arms out wide. "What does that make me?"

"I don't know," you huff. "Strong?"

"Nope," says Jago

"Unbeatable?"

"Hah! I wish."

"Sexy?"

Jago laughs. "You flatter me, little bird. But no. Not the answer I am looking for."

"What then?"

The night lord sighs in mock exasperation. "It make me big," he says. "It makes me heavy. And no matter how fast or strong I am, it makes me very much at the mercy of physics and biomechanics. But you-" he points at you with his sword. "-my love, you are not so much. You are lighter. Your body, more flexible and maneuverable. Therefore, such natural laws are far more lenient on you than I. You understand?"

After taking a moment to think, you believe that you do. You tell Jago as much.

"I knew you would." Lowering his sword, Jago bares his teeth in a grin. "Now. Prove it to me."

Raising your sword, you approach him at a slink. Stepping on the balls of your feet, wooden blade out and pointed at his chest. Jago flurries his own weapon. Ripples of tension feather through the muscles of his chest and abdomen. He holds his sword low, clearly trusting himself to be fast enough to raise it should you choose to attack. But it is that very reflex that you intend to exploit.

With the technique of a fencer, you thrust at Jago's throat. Just as you'd guessed, he brings his sword up and around to block. But the moment you see his arm move, your strike turns into a feint. Ducking underneath his arm, you lock your blade around his shoulder and launch a savage kick into his knee. In the same moment, you wrench hard with your arms, turning your wooden sword into a lever over which you toss Jago to the ground. Of course, such a throw would never work in a true one-on-one fight with an Astartes. But against another baseline? Absolutely, it would. And, since he is currently moonlighting as such, Jago lets you take him down. The mat shakes as his body hits the ground. Before he can move to get up, you leap on top of him. Straddling his waist and bracing the edge of your mock sword against his throat. Your arms tremble from exertion, lungs burning as you breath hard and fast through your mouth. But as exhausted as you are there's a smile on your face. When Jago locks eyes with you, it only grows broader.

"That's my girl," he says, his adam's apple bobbing against your blade as he speaks.

In spite of yourself, his praise makes you giggle. "Does that mean I win?" you ask.

"Almost," Jago says. "But you've forgotten one very important thing."

You raise an eyebrow. "That being?"

Between your legs, you feel the rise and fall of his belly as he breathes in and out. You also feel him bending his knees and planting his feet on the floor. "When your opponent is so much larger than you..." Jago trails off. Then, quick as a snake, he grabs your sword with one hand and seizes your arm in the other. Bridging his hips, he throws you off him, sending you sprawling onto the mat. You yelp in surprise as Jago reverses your mount and straddles your hips. His weight is immense; your pelvis feels like it's being crushed beneath an anvil, while your legs and hips are completely and utterly pinned. Jago leans over you, grabbing your sword hand by the wrist while bracing his own sword hand on the floor right beside your ear. Lips peeling back into a predatory smile, he finishes his earlier warning. "...You must never take them to the ground."

Any outward observer would expect you be terrified, but in truth, you only feel flustered. Even after all this time, being this close to him- face millimetres from yours, naked, muscular body pressing against your own- still has your stomach winding itself into knots. And from the bulging hardness you can feel pressing against your lower belly, Jago is feeling the same way.

"This had nothing to do with training me, did it?" you whisper.

"Of course it did," Jago replies. "Your safety is the single most important thing to me. You know that."

"Fine. But it wasn't the only reason you brought me here, was it?"

For the briefiest of moments, Jago's smile turns sheepish. "Alright. You may have me there." Leaning closer still, he touches his forehead to yours. "You know how much I love a woman who can kick my ass."

You reply by kissing him. Tilting your head back so as to give you access to his lips, then locking them within yours with rough and enboldened hunger. Jago immediately returns it in kind. He drops his sword and releases your wrist, scooping one hand up underneath your waist while gripping you jaw with the other. Like pieces of a puzzle, your bodies fall into place around each other. Your legs wrapping tight around Jago's waist as he pulls you closer still. The heat between your legs presses the hardness between his, and even through the fabric of your clothes, the friction is enough to make you whine. The sound elicits a growl from Jago. You feel the hand at your jaw release, then slide down your front until it reaches the waistband of your trousers. He drags them off you, followed by your underwear. You gasp when the cold air kisses your exposed sex. But quickly, the sound devolves into a moan as Jago presses his fingers into your clit. Electricity bolts through your body. The heat in your core swells into an aching throb. You feel yourself growing wetter, hotter, more desperate and breathless. You claw your fingernails into Jago's back and let out another pleading moan.

"Jago..."

"I know, sweetheart," he rumbles. "But I've gotta slick you up first; don't want to hurt you."

You reply by bringing your hands up to his shoulder blades and digging your fingers into the neural ports embedded in the muscles there.

An involuntary shudder rips through Jago's entire body. His limbs buckle, sending him sprawling flat against your front. The sound that falls from his lips can only be described as a whimper.

"Oh, I see," he growls once he recovers. "And here I was thinking you liked me best when I was nice."

"Most of the time," you answer. "But not today."

Jago bares his teeth in a smile that's both affectionate and utterly lusting. "As you wish, little bird. But don't say I didn't warn you."

You open your mouth to reply, but before the words can reach your voice, Jago locks his hand around your throat. He unclasps his breeches, finally freeing his hard, aching cock. He lines his hips with up with yours, and with a single, savage thrust, drives himself all the way inside of you.

A cry bursts from your lips. You feel yourself stretching to accommodate his length, but even then, the fit is impossibly tight. Jago moans into your ear. The hand around your throat tightens. Without skipping a beat, he starts moving. Thrusting his hips hard, filling you up, pinning your clit against his public bone and rubbing it to the point of pain. Sparks and black spots burst within your vision. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull. Every one of your exhales is a whimper or a moan. Ecstasy doesn't come close to describing this feeling. This raw and primal pleasure that's got your every nerve in a chokehold. Meanwhile, Jago growls and snarls like a beast in rut. His breathing is loud and laboured, his every muscle bulging against his sweat-slick skin. The hand he hasn't got around your neck is pressed hard into your lower belly, forcing his cock deeper and deeper still.

The coil in your belly reaches critical mass. You can feel your orgasm coming, just on the horizon, but not quite there yet. There's no way in hell you could string together a sentence, so instead, you say his name. Once again finding Jago's shoulderblades with your fingers and clawing them into his neural ports.

"Jago... Jago..."

Jago's body shudders again, and a long, almost pained whine interrupts his snarling growls. On his next thrust, he rears up onto his knees, scooping up your leg with one hand and throwing it over his shoulder. The sparks in your eyes become stars. The coil in your belly becomes agonisingly tight. Your spine arches until it's not longer touching the ground and you let out another, desperate cry.

It's then that Jago decides to say something. The words are whispered in your ear, barely comprehensible amidst his growls and moans. But they're there. And they are what finally send you over the edge.

"That's my girl."

Orgasm grips you like a lightning strike. You throw your head back as a scream of ecstasy erupts from your throat. Every muscle in your body clenches and your walls squeeze Jago so tight it makes his voice crack. His rhythm suddenly falters. He releases your throat to claw his hand into the floor. With a throat-tearing roar, Jago finally hits his release, burying his face into your shoulder and pumping you full of his hot, thick seed. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you entangle your fingers in his hair, holding him close as you both ride out your orgasms.

When yours finally fades, you collapse against the floor. You still have the energy to gasp at the feel of Jago pulling out, but aside from that, you're completely and utterly spent. Means when Jago rolls you onto your side and drags you into his body, you simply let him. Both of his hearts are beating hard; you can feel their twin pulses pounding against your ear. He doesn't simply hold you, either, but rather he's actively pulling you close. Pressing you hard against his chest and wrapping his arms around you tight as if he were trying to shelter you or keep you from being dragged away. His grip is crushing. His skin and hair both slick with sweat. Gently, you reach a hand up to his face and brush your fingers against his cheek. "Careful," you says softly. "Squeeze me any tighter and you might just break something."

You hear his breath hitch. Slowly, the pressure around your waist and shoulders diminishes. "Sorry," Jago mutters. The extra gravel in his voice confirms what you'd suspected from his pulse, that he's still coming down from his high.

Tilting your head up a little, you press your lips to his collarbone, then nuzzle your face into his chest. "It's okay. I forgive you. This time, at least."

Jago smirks, but says nothing. After a handful of quiet moments, you hear his heart rates finally begin to settle. His breathing deepens, then levels out and the residual tension in his body releases.

You choose that moment to caress his scarred cheek again. "I love you," you whisper.

His chest vibrates against your ear as he chuckles softly. "By the Warp. I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing that."

"Do you doubt me?" you ask playfully.

"What? No! Of course not."

"You do not feel the same, then?"

That actually makes him growl. "Of course I do." The grip around your waist and shoulders tightens. "You know that."

You reassure him with another kiss to his collar bone. "So, why, then?"

"Why?" Another rumbling laugh. "Sweetheart. Look at me. Recall who I am and what I've done."

Retracting your hand, you start tracing one of the dozens of scars running down his chest with your finger. "I see Jago Sevetarion," you say. "The man who cares for me and protects me." You let your head fall against him, eyes slipping shut. "I see the man I love."

Your earnestness seems to take him by surprise, for he does not reply nor react right away. He doesn't seem to know how to. All he can think to do is pull you closer still and bury his face into the crook of your neck.

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[mxtxfanatic]

I don’t have access to my laptop that has all my posts on it, so bear with me. I agree with you that a lot of this discourse comes from people substituting themselves into what they feel like is the jc-wwx relationship, so they expect wwx to divulge all his trauma to jc because “well they’re brothers and I’d want my sibling to tell me things because I love my siblings, therefore jc must love wwx and want the same.” However, I don’t agree with anything else, because I think that this is a misreading of wwx’s character and the scenes listed. For one: jc and wwx are not brothers, no, not even adopted. Wwx was not adopted. They do not see each other as brothers and are never shown in the novel to view each other that way. Jc and wwx have a friendship that devolved almost completely into a superior/subordinate relationship that then ended the moment wwx defected from the Jiang.

I say this in a later response in this very post thread, but everything post-fall of lotus pier isn’t about whether wwx wants to share his hurts but whether he can. We see pre-fall wwx complain about hurts and injuries all the time, with friends and strangers alike. So to that, jyl not wanting to answer a personal question about love has nothing to do with whether or not wwx would share his pains with her, because her aversion to the romance question is about her avoiding her own hurts surrounding jzx, not wanting to brush wwx off. Wwx wasn’t asking about romance for himself but about her feelings about it, because he wanted to understand why and how she could continue to like jzx despite his mistreatment of her. Jyl is allowed to brush that off, and wwx is fine with her having done so. On the other hand, wwx can’t share his post-fall traumas with jyl (or anyone else) outside of being upset about the Jiang Clan massacre because anything else would invite her to ask questions that could lead to revealing the golden core exchange. He can’t allow that to happen.

Moving on, wwx isn’t “annoyed” with mianmian for crying. Mianmian isn’t crying over having almost been injured; she’s crying because wwx got injured by taking a hit meant for her. He’s trying to tease her out of her hysteria by purposely misattributing what’s actually upset her, which is that she feels responsible for his injury—an injury that is not her fault and he does not want her to self-blame for.

And finally, to your point about wwx not accepting jc’s apology: a running theme in the novel is debts owed and repaid through verbal and non-verbal acknowledgements. Lwj takes issue with wwx thanking him because he takes it as wwx acknowledging owing him a debt. Wen Qing and Wen Ning have that same idea around thanking and apologizing. The part that’s missing from your guanyin temple scene analysis is right after wwx refuses jc’s apology, the narration says that there has been so many bad events between them that one can’t know who is truly at fault, i.e. who really owes who. Wwx isn’t brushing off jc because he doesn’t care about things that jc did or doesn’t want to revisit his traumas, but because to accept jc’s apology would mean that wwx is accepting a debt from jc, continuing their debtor-debtee relationship when all wwx wants is to finally be free of any and all entanglements with the other man. It would also be shameless behavior completely ooc for wwx.

What’s not ooc for wwx to do is express his hurts and seek comfort. We literally see him do this all the time with lwj and with jyl in some early flashbacks. The few times he holds in his pains are when the situation makes it inappropriate for him to seek attention over them—such as when he brushes off his brand in the cave because he feels like lwj’s broken and chewed on leg is more urgent, the situation with mianmian, or when lwj gets upset at him for taking on jin ling’s curse mark. Of these three examples, in 2 of them, wwx didn’t even remember his injury because he’s been distracted by a more pressing matter. Outside of that, he looks for validation and comfort from those he cares about, and there’s nothing about him being “socialized as a man to not dwell on his emotions” that prevents this. Remembering the good and not dwelling on what others owe you ≠ not dwelling on your emotions wholesale.

Why does fandom act like wei wuxian kept it a secret that he was thrown into the burial mounds? He’s said it twice so far, and both times it’s been to jiang cheng (and once to lan wangji). Is this another frankencanon thing where people just can’t remember what’s been said in which adaptation vs. the novel?

[daceydeath]

[9:37pm] - All Night

Pairing: Yunho x Reader x Mingi Word Count: 500 Genre: Pure Filth 🔞 Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Activities

“Baby you need to relax” Mingi groaned voice so deep and rough it made you shiver as he inched himself inside you.

“Can’t help it” you whimpered, silently begging your muscles to stop tensing everytime he moved “You're too big”.

“Aw can’t the little baby take it after all that smack talk” Yunho chuckled darkly leaning forward to pinch one of your already heavily abused nipples.

“Ah” you cried, flinching from the mix of pain and pleasure.

“Fuck Yunho, quit it” Mingi hissed holding your hips in his massive hands, his grip so tight you were sure there were going to be marks for a long time after this.

“Dude if you can’t get your cock in her now you are never getting it in her” Yunho smirked letting his fingers drag down your body slowly until he reached your spread thighs. He had no problem sliding his fingers over your clit rubbing it in gentle circles as you mewled.

“Good girl baby” Mingi sighed, feeling your walls get wetter the more Yunho coaxed you into letting him slide in further “There you go, just relax and let me make you feel good”.

“Such a good girl only a little more now baby” Yunho praised kissing the column of your neck as he continued his ministrations.

“Fuck” you almost sobbed tears pooling in your eyes as you felt Mingi pushing against your cervix “Too big, Mingi it’s too big”.

“You can take it baby” Mingi soothed his fingers running up and down your thighs softly to keep you grounded “You’re such a good girl for me”.

“I’m gonna break” you whined as Yunho gripped your throat with his large hand holding you in place and signalling to Mingi silently to move. Mingi rolled his hips tentatively making you cry out fat tears dripping from your eyelashes onto your cheeks.

“Mingi’s going to stretch you out just right” Yunho whispered huskily while Mingi began to move with a little more force.

“Ah. Fuck. Ngh” your sounds almost unitelligible as Mingi began fucking you properly making you bounce with every snap of his hips.

“That’s it baby, let Mingi use that tight little cunt” Yunho grunted as he saw your stomach bulge in time with Mingi’s rhythmic thrusts. “Let him fill you up until it’s dripping back out of you”.

“I… I… I… Can’t” you whined your breathing shallow as you felt the warmth building with each movement of Mingi’s cock and Yunho’s fingers.

“You will baby” Yunho smirked “Then after he’s done with you it’s my turn and I won't be so gentle”.

“Oh god… Fuck… Mingi” you screamed your whole body spasiming as your orgasim washed over you so blindingly fast that you almost lost your ability to remain upright causing Mingi to grip your hips so tightly that you were sure he would leave marks that would be there for weeks.

“Good girl baby” Yunho laughed “We have all night to break you”.

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[hollowed-theory-hall]

Can you try to extrapolate on what scars Harry would have, please? Or what he'd look like if they're healed or in the process of healing.

He gets injured many times, so it's hard to believe we won't see any marks/proof of those on his skin.

Ohh, this is fun. Okay, so we have the canon scars we know of, and then there are injuries I think are likely to have scared, but not outright stated in the text to have done so. But this is actually a great catalog for writing purposes.

So this list is injuries we see in the books that we are explicitly told left a scar or I think are likely to leave a scar (both due to the injury itself and magic being involved):

First thing first, we got his infamous lightning scar that remained from the killing curse, forehead - Oct 1981

The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning.

(PS)

2. A puncture wound from the basilisk fang located on his right arm, above his elbow - June 1993

But as warm blood drenched Harry’s arms, he felt a searing pain just above his elbow. One long, poisonous fang was sinking deeper and deeper into his arm and it splintered as the basilisk keeled over sideways and fell, twitching, to the floor.

(CoS)

3. Cut from Hungarian Horntail, arm - Nov 1994

Harry plummeted just as the Horntail opened its mouth, but this time he was less lucky — he missed the flames, but the tail came whipping up to meet him instead, and as he swerved to the left, one of the long spikes grazed his shoulder, ripping his robes [...] And with a huge spurt of speed, he was off, he was soaring out over the stands, the heavy egg safely under his uninjured arm

(GoF)

*Charlie is mentioned to have a burn scar from a dragon so it's unknown how well magic could heal a dragon-made cut. It's possible the above would not leave a scar.

4. A small cut in the crook of his right elbow - June 1995

He felt its point penetrate the crook of his right arm and blood seeping down the sleeve of his torn robes.

(GoF)

5. "I must not tell lies" scar on the back of his right hand - Sep 1995

At the same time, the words had appeared on the back of Harry’s right hand, cut into his skin as though traced there by a scalpel 

(OotP)

6. Nagini's bite, forearm - Dec 1997

7. Burn mark over his heart from the locket Horcrux - Dec 1997

“I couldn’t get the Horcrux off you,” Hermione said, and he knew she wanted to change the subject. “It was stuck, stuck to your chest. You’ve got a mark; I’m sorry, I had to use a Severing Charm to get it away. The snake bit you too, but I’ve cleaned the wound and put some dittany on it. ...” He pulled the sweaty T-shirt he was wearing away from himself and looked down. There was a scarlet oval over his heart where the locket had burned him. He could also see the half-healed puncture marks to his forearm.

(DH)

Now we have Harry's abuse at the Dursleys, which might've left scars:

Harry mentions having to duck out of Vernon's way:

“You don’t seem to need many qualifications to liaise with Muggles. . . . All they want is an O.W.L. in Muggle Studies. . . . ‘Much more important is your enthusiasm, patience, and a good sense of fun!’ ” “You’d need more than a good sense of fun to liaise with my uncle,” said Harry darkly. “Good sense of when to duck, more like . . .”

(OotP)

Vernon also manhandles Harry roughly (i.e. drags him away, pushes him aside, outright strangles him, etc.) throughout the books a lot. And Petunia tries to hit him with a frying pan:

but he still had to duck as she aimed a heavy blow at his head with the soapy frying pan.

(CoS)

So it's clear Harry was beaten but he doesn't really mention how bad, how often, or even how he was beaten so it's hard to tell what kind of scars (if any) it would result in. Vernon doesn't seem to use weapons and only ever uses his hands to harm Harry, Petunia might've bashed him on the head with various household items, but we don't really know if any of it left scars. So, there is a place for headcanon here.

I think it's safe to assume some marks remained, but nothing too glaringly noticeable or out of the ordinary as other characters don't comment on it. Similarly, his face only has the one lightning scar so all other scars would be elsewhere on his body or hidden by his hair (if he was hit on top of his head and it scared, his hair would hide the scar).

2. His nose broke at least once but probably more than once:

He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose.

(PS)

From the above, I take it Harry's nose probably broke but no one really noticed. So, his nose might be slightly crooked depending on how it healed. It's not exactly a scar, but still, something to note if you want to add it to how you headcanon Harry's appearance.

It's likely that Harry broke other bones in his years with the Dursleys, especially fingers which can be broken pretty easily (I broke mine like 3 times as a child). So, it's possible his pinkies (for example) don't match each other because one broke and healed in a different shape than before.

3. Welts from Marge's walking stick:

Aunt Marge had whacked Harry around the shins with her walking stick to stop him from beating Dudley at musical statues

(PoA)

It's possible this happened more than this one time and we don't know how bad it was. So, he might have welts on his shins and potentially other places depending on how bad/often you think Marge beat him during her various visits.

4. Now, I assume Harry suffered many scraps, bruises, and scratches throughout the years. Especially since he ran away from Dudley and his gang and climbed trees to get away from Aunt Marg's dog:

He was nine, and Ripper the bulldog was chasing him up a tree and the Dursleys were laughing below on the lawn. . . 

(OotP)

But I think it's unlikely they left scars. Sometimes they do if you scratch the scab, for example. But as wizards tend to heal faster and better than muggles, I think small scraps like these are less likely to leave scars on wizards or witches in general, but it's possible they did.

5. Potentially other scraps and cuts that scared throughout the books themselves. Such as from Quidditch injuries, Crashing with the Ford Anglia, Blast-Ended Skrewts, running through forests, etc. But as I said above, less likely to leave scars on wizards, probably.

I might've missed something, but I tired to include all the ones I think are likely to have left some kind of mark.

*I'm aware Draco broke Harry's nose in HBP, unmentioned since Tonks magically healed it so I doubt it left a mark. Similarly, losing all the bones in his arm wouldn't leave a mark. Other non-magical injuries (like a Bludger to the head or falling off his broom or the ankle he sprained in GoF) that were treated by Pomphery are similarly unlikely to scar.

[sidemari]

• Long to devour you •

Character: Danny Johnson (The Ghost Face) x Fem!Reader 

TW: Unprotected sex, marking, creampie, obsession, fingering and oral sex (female receiving), pet names, choking.

His lips attacked yours in an intense, lust-filled kiss.

"I missed you so much." He groaned against your lips, pulling you impossibly close to feel your body against his.

You sighed his name as he trailed kisses against the skin of your neck, the urge to have you for himself after so long growing desperately by the second.

"I need you so much." You murmured, your hands guiding him to lower his kisses towards your breasts. He smiled at your urgency.

"Everything about you is so perfect..." He murmured, choosing one of your breasts to give his attention with his mouth while the other received tactile stimulation through one of his hands. He sucked on your nipple with just the right rhythm and intensity to make you shrink under him, his other hand massaging the soft skin of your other breast before his fingertips teased that nipple as well.

"Danny!" You whimpered as he bit your nipple gently, tugging it gently with his teeth before releasing it.

"The way you say my name... The way your body shivers when I do something you like... Your expressions and reactions..." His eyes kept lingering on your face, watching your every reaction as he spoke. "It's so precious it hurts."

"Please, touch me." You begged, guiding his hand between your legs.

His fingers briefly explored your sex as he lubricated them with your own essence before penetrating you with his ring and middle fingers, curling them to stimulate your most sensitive spot.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" He teased, lowering his head to the level of your vagina to suck on your clit while keeping the movements of his fingers at a rhythm that pleased you. 

You writhed in pleasure under his ministrations, your hands stroking his dark hair as he sucked you with dedication.

"Yes, please, c-continue..." The sentence came out broken from your lips due to the intense pleasure he subjected you to.

His nose brushed against your clit as he used his tongue to collect some of your essence to savor it, stealing a moan from you.

"You sound so pure, yet so sinful at the same time." He said before returning to sucking your clit hard.

Most of the times you had sex went this way, almost like a monologue in which Danny expressed how obsessed he was with you. It was strangely comforting to know that someone wanted you so much, even if the 'love' between you was, for the most part, distorted. You also knew that he wouldn't let you escape his clutches without horrible consequences.

"You're close." He read you easily, stopping completely with any stimulation. "Even if you deserve it, I won't let you cum if not around my cock."

"Please..."

"Use your words. You can do better than that." His lips brushed against yours, you could almost taste yourself on them.

"I need you so much..." You repeated your words from a few minutes ago.

"What do you need, my love?"

"I need you to fuck me." You begged, an immediate shame taking over you at such sentence.

He penetrated you without warning, slowly making his way to the deepest point he could reach inside you, soon starting to thrust in and out before you could even fully get used to the feeling of having him inside you. You wrapped your legs around his waist to try to deal with all the stimulation you were receiving at that moment.

"Danny!" You moaned as your nails gently dug into the skin of his back, making him grunt in pleasure at the sensation.

"Fuck, I missed fucking you like this," he murmured against your neck, increasing the pace of his thrusts, his hips crashing against yours in a delicious rhythm that made you melt beneath him.

You squirmed when you felt his teeth graze against the most sensitive spot on your neck seconds before biting it and marking it with a painful hickey.

"You like it when I mark you like this, hm?" He smiled against your neck, his thrusts never missing a single time, but instead increasing their pace when you nodded in response to his question.

"Kiss me." You whispered, stroking his hair.

Removing his face from the curve of your neck, he initiated a needy kiss, battling you for dominance until he was successful, just so he could dictate the pace and intensity of the kiss. 

"You're so hot." He sighed between small pauses to catch his breath. "Get on all fours for me." 

He removed his cock from inside you, making you moan at the absence of having something filling you as completely as he did. You obeyed his request without resistance, but with an urgency to feel him inside you again as soon as possible. 

"Always so obedient..." He teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, collecting your essence to facilitate penetration. 

"Just fuck me already, Danny-" 

"And impatient." He cut you off, penetrating you with enough force to make your body lose balance for a few moments. He wrapped his arm around your neck so that he was gently suffocating you, one of your hands reflexively grabbing the biceps that pressed so deliciously against your throat as he fucked you hard.

His movements were fast, almost violent as he tried to reach even deeper inside you, each thrust guiding you closer to your climax.

You felt certain weakness taking over your body, your legs trembling, and your breathing labored as you tried to overcome the overstimulation already present.

"Fuck, Danny..." You moaned, biting your lip in pleasure. "I'm so close..."

"My girl is about to cum around my cock?" One thrust was particularly violent enough to finally make you lose your balance for the tiniest seconds before he could stabilize you with his other hand on your hip.

"F-fuck me f-faster." You choked out, your voice weak from the increased pressure around your neck.

"Faster, hm?" He murmured, his voice trembling from the effort he was making during the movements. "Fuck, we fit together so well."

"Can I?" You whimpered, begging for permission to cum.

"Not yet." He pushed your torso against the mattress, his hands pinning your own against your back, a decent amount of air finally entering your lungs as you breathed with some difficulty.

"I want to break you." He growled, his thrusts now so violent that you couldn't even speak, not coherently at least.

The pressure built up inside you broke without warning, your orgasm hitting you abruptly and leaving you ecstatic for a few moments.

"I'm sorry..." You whimpered as he stopped moving and pulled out of you completely for the second time that night. You flinched as he pulled you to the edge of the bed and aggressively turned you onto your back so you could face him.

The eyes that were naturally deep and dark were now also filled with desire, need, and… Humor?

"No need to apologize, silly." The small laugh he let out before filling you again was low, almost imperceptible. "It's fun to see how scared you can get sometimes, even though I always assure you that I won't do anything you don't allow." 

He handled your legs, so that your calves rested on his shoulders. His erection pressed against the inside of your thigh due to this movement, stealing a hoarse moan from Danny, who slowly penetrated you once more, building up a rhythm that was delicious for both of you. 

"It's t-too much..." You whimpered in overstimulation, your hands gripping the sheets beneath your body. A few tears left your eyes, disappearing into your hair, your gaze carrying a silent plea. 

It was as if Danny was suffocating all your senses with his mere presence: you were pathetically under his control and that was enough to make you feel strangely alive.

 "You don't want me to stop, do you?" He asked without failing a thrust, not even once. "You're squeezing me so much..."

"No… I don't want you to." You whispered, your eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as you felt him repeatedly entering and leaving you almost completely, stimulating the most sensitive points of your body. "P-Please, don't stop!"

A few minutes passed before you were on the verge of your second orgasm. You felt him pulsing inside you, indicating that he was absurdly close to cumming.

"Cum with me, bunny." His sounds became a little louder, his moans of pleasure echoing through your mind, assuring you that he was also enjoying every second he spent by your side.

Your orgasm was the trigger for him to finally cum, filling you completely in such a perfect way, your climaxes washing over your bodies in waves of pleasure. 

He removed himself from you, collapsing onto the mattress beside you before pulling your body against his in a more comfortable position on the bed, his eyes examining your face cautiously. 

Danny gave you a fond smile that made your cheeks flush and you instinctively hid your face against his neck.

"You're so cute when you're embarrassed." He kissed your hair tenderly. "Hey, look at me." You obeyed him, losing yourself in his deep dark eyes. 

"You were so good to me." Smiling weakly, you snuggled into his arms, resting your head on his chest before allowing the sleep you felt to lull you into peaceful dreams after some minutes.

"Do you know that one day I'll kill you?"* He murmured while caressing your hair with affection, amused with the fact you weren't listening to him any longer. "I won't do it because I'm no longer in love with you, or because I'm jealous, but... I'll just kill you for no better reason that I sometimes long to devour you."*

* "The Gambler" by Fyodor Dostoevsky excerpt.

[leslie-lyman]

Hi! I was thinking for your Stranger at my Gate series, what do you think Pero’s reaction to modern sickness and medicine would be? Maybe even getting a bit of a cold or the flu himself. And of course how would Tessa react to Pero’s “first time” being sick, or at least sick in the modern world.

(Also yes, I’m 18+)

Have a good day/night.

Oh anon, I’ve actually thought about this quite a bit! Thank you thank you thank you for finally giving me the push I needed to actually write this. I’m extremely rusty but god I missed these two so much.

Sick Day

Word count: 2.1k

Rating: T

Warnings: discussions of illness; flu symptoms (but no vomiting); anxious Pero; if I had a nickel for every time I wrote these two showering together without having sex I’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but weird that it’s happened twice

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This process happens in two phases.

The first is the unlearning of essentially everything Pero has ever been told about how the human body works, how diseases are spread, and how to treat them. This isn’t terribly difficult to do, it turns out; Pero’s seen enough “medicine” administered during battles and in their aftermaths in his life to know it’s not a particularly useful or reliable field. Patients were more likely to get worse and die following whatever “treatment” they received in his experience. And any religious faith he had was utterly shattered by his time in China. It gets tough to believe the Church’s teachings about anything, including in the power of prayer and faith to heal, once you fight monsters from outer space.

The second is the absorbing of a deluge of modern knowledge about medicine. This one proves tougher. It’s easy for Pero to be convinced that his era’s beliefs about bodies and health were wrong. It’s far harder for him to grasp even the basics of something like germ theory, simply because such things seem to him as equally fantastical as the body being governed by four humors.

It is in this that Tessa, perhaps more than anything else, has to ask for Pero’s trust. He may not be able to understand the mountain of knowledge that underpins why and how, for example, vaccines work and are safe. Tessa and Henry do their best to explain, but in the end, Pero’s consent to get a flu shot relies on trusting that the Walshes are telling him the truth.

That trust gets easier to give over time, not only because Pero comes to trust Tessa in all things as he grows to love her, but also because his experiences with modern medicine start to accumulate.

He slowly comes to realize he doesn’t have to suffer through aches and ailments like he used to. The first time Tessa notices he has a headache, she offers him two white tablets and a glass of water. And it works. His pain eases. He didn’t even know he could ask for something to treat it.

He cuts his hand helping Tessa make dinner one night. (He may or may not have been distracted by how attractive he found Tessa deftly wielding her own knife against an array of vegetables.) Tessa calmly walks him through cleaning the wound (modern hygiene has been its own set of important lessons for Pero), then places some ointment and a bandage on it. In his time, he would have worried about the cut festering. At the very least, he would expect to add a new pink scar to the collection that already covers his body. But instead, the cut heals far faster than he’d have anticipated, and his skin heals without a permanent mark.

As for illness, Pero has muscled his way through a fair number of them in his life. He didn’t have much of a choice. He’s not afraid of dying from illness; death was a daily possibility in his time, and he’d learned to live with that. The risk of his being sick is not that he’d fall to pieces, but rather that he’d be the silent suffering type who wouldn’t ask for help.

So what truly scares him isn’t the first time he gets sick. It’s the first time Tessa gets sick.

It happens not terribly long after he decides to stay. Winter is, after all, cold and flu season. And while Tessa no longer works in an office environment or has to take public transportation to downtown Chicago every day or interact much with other people on a daily basis, she does interact quite often with her niece and nephews.

Kids are germ magnets. It’s just the way it is. And when one of them gets sick, they all get sick. And when Molly, Toby, and Finn have to stay home from school, and neither Amie nor Thom can take a day off from work, and Uncle Henry is busy with his own patients, guess who comes over to take care of them?

Aunt Tessa.

And she’s happy to do it, don’t get her wrong! And she does her absolute best not to catch the nasty flu that’s currently going around their school and that they’ve brought home. But there’s really only so much one can do.

It’s a bad one this year. Despite getting her flu shot (and making sure Pero gets his), after three days of helping to look after three extremely contagious kids she wakes up the next morning feeling like she got hit by a truck. Fever, chills, aches, the whole shebang. It sucks, but hey, that’s how it goes. She’ll take her meds, consume a steady diet of soup and Gatorade, and watch daytime tv for a few days.

Pero, on the other hand, panics.

Fevers are not things that are easy to fight off in his time. Imagine what seeing the woman he loves struck down with what he only knows as plague would do to him. It doesn’t matter what Tessa and Henry have explained to him about modern understandings of illness and how to treat them. This is not an unfortunate but routine occurrence in his eyes. This is something that could kill Tessa.

She spends most of the first day asleep, her fever lowered but not broken by the leftover meds she had from the last time she’d gotten sick the previous winter. Despite trying to both reassure Pero and convince him to stay away lest he catch this bug too, Pero refuses to leave her side.

He steps out of their bedroom only once, to make his very first phone call.

Tessa had shown him how to use her phone to contact her family in case of an emergency, but he’s never felt a reason to use it until now. Every aspect of it is completely strange, each time the screen responds to his touch making him flinch the tiniest bit in surprise. But he manages to call Henry.

“Tess?” her brother says when he picks up.

“Henry. I - it’s - hello.” Pero stumbles over the greeting, remembering at the last second that he needs to hold the phone against his cheek to hear and be heard.

“Pero?” Henry’s voice turns sharp, concerned. “What’s wrong? Tessa okay?”

“She’s ill. The same pestilence as the children.”

“Ah. Same symptoms? Fever, chills, all that?”

“Yes. She’s been sleeping for a while. Tried to tell me she was alright, but she’s…Henry, she’s burning up.”

“She will be alright, Pero,” Henry says gently. “She just needs to take some medicine and stay hydrated, and she’ll-”

“You don’t know that!” Pero barks, fear making it come out harsher than he intends. “Henry, please, just - will you come? She’s your sister, and she is…she’s my…”

He takes a deep, shaky breath.

“Please. I don’t know how to help her. I don’t know what to do. But you do. I need you to make sure she’s okay.”

Henry is silent for a moment, and seems to grasp the larger context of Pero’s fear.

“Of course I’ll come to check on her. And I’ll bring over some things that will help. Give me an hour or so.”

“Thank you.” Relief laces Pero’s voice. Henry snorts.

“Please, she hasn’t let anyone properly take care of her while she’s been sick in years. Now I have an excuse to baby my stubborn baby sister. I should be the one thanking you.”

Henry arrives with his arms laden with soups, sports drinks, ice cream, and several boxes of meds. Tessa grumbles first at being roused from her nap, then at the sight of her brother.

“Fuck’s sake, Hank,” she groans into her pillow. “It’s just the flu.”

“Good afternoon to you too, dear sister. What a pleasure it always is to see your lovely face.”

Tessa rolls over just enough to glare at him with one glassy, fever-glazed eye.

“It’s just. The. Flu. Courtesy of those little gremlins we’re related to. It’s gonna suck for a few days but then I’ll be fine. You should be taking care of your actual patients who really do need your help.”

Henry cajoles her into sitting up a bit, then slips both his stethoscope and a thermometer from a coat pocket.

“Really, Hank, there’s no need – ”

“Tessa,” he says lowly, and the serious note in his voice makes her pay attention. “I’m here because Pero called me. He’s worried, Tee. I think you’re scaring your boyfriend a little.”

Tessa’s gaze jumps to Pero, who’s lingering in the doorway. The way her expression completely softens would make Henry roll his eyes if he weren’t so damn happy his sister had finally found someone who loved her the way Pero did.

“I’m sorry, Pero,” she croaks. He shakes his head vigorously and comes to sit on the other side of the bed.

“Do not apologize, mi amor.” He tenderly pushes her hair back from her sweaty forehead. “Just please let your brother do what he must. I will not take chances when it comes to you.”

The fight instantly goes out of her. Henry checks her vitals and makes her take another dose of medicine, letting his healing Gift soothe the worst of the body aches and calming her chills. Once she’s drifting off to sleep again he briefs Pero in the kitchen.

“Meds every four hours, check her temperature as often as she’ll allow you. Make sure she keeps drinking, and try to get her to eat something when she wakes up. If her fever doesn’t break in the next 36 hours, or suddenly spikes, call me.”

Pero nods, looking more serious than Henry has ever seen him, which is saying quite a lot about a man who essentially invented resting bitch face a thousand years before anyone else.

Henry gives the other man’s shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“I appreciate you calling me, Pero. But I promise Tessa is not in any danger. We just live with these things now; we don’t die from them.”

Pero shifts his weight from one foot to another.

“It is…difficult. After a lifetime of seeing people die from what starts as the smallest wound or barest cough…but I trust in your knowledge.”

“As I trust that you would do anything to keep my sister safe,” Henry returns warmly, gathering his things. “You better just hope that those protective instincts don’t drive you completely insane once you two have kids.”

Henry is out the door before Pero can think of a response.

Tessa sleeps fitfully that night, but Pero is even more restless, hyper aware of every time his love tosses and turns. Her fever breaks sometime in the early morning, and she wakes completely drenched in sweat. He helps her into the shower, settling her onto the bench on the far end of the glass-enclosed stall. She’s still paler than she should be, but her eyes when she looks up at him are clear.

A smile tugs at her lips as he gently washes her hair, then her body. His large hands remove evidence of her sickness from her skin, and the tight knot of anxiety in his chest loosens as he rubs a soapy cloth along each part of her.

“You know,” she says wryly, “under slightly different circumstances I’d be two seconds away from jumping your bones right now.”

Pero huffs at the unfamiliar phrase.

“If that means what I think it means, you have a few days at least before you are up for such things again, mi amor.”

He coaxes her to lean forward against his chest so he can wash her back.

“Pero?”

“Mm?”

She loops her arms around his neck, stilling his movements.

“I love you.”

The knot in his chest unravels.

“As I love you, angel.”

“Thanks for taking care of me.”

He pulls back to look at her.

“You do not have to thank me for such a thing, Tessa. I will always take care of you.”

She nuzzles back into his chest, fatigue starting to wear at her again.

“I’ll always take care of you too, Pero,” she mumbles sleepily into his skin. He feels it sink into his bones like a vow. He resumes his task, mindful of finishing before the water runs cold.

“I know, my love,” he whispers into her hair. “I know.”

[chaos-in-deepspace]

Pussy Xavier: 7 Days Series (Day 0: New Anatomy)

The first part of the pussy Xavier series where Xavier loses his dick. This series is gonna have a lot of themes of comfort, as well as a lot of sex. So just strap on in for that. It's gonna be a wild ride y'all. And I want you guys to look at me when I say this. We trust in grammarly. Because my ass doesn't have time to go through and edit this entire thing. We are trusting grammarly, if there is an insane typo, it isn't my fault, it is grammarly's issue now.

Warnings: Anxiety, Conflicting Feelings, Anxious Xavier, He now has a pussy this is the series Synopsis: You and Xavier were out on a mission when a wanderer almost managed to hit you head on. Xavier luckily managed to get in the way, but in doing so, had something about him change. Word Count: 3.9k

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Day 0: New Anatomy

“To your right!” Xavier’s voice rings out clear as day in your ears, and you turn your head just in time to see another wanderer charging at you. Your fingers were already working overtime, pulling the trigger of the gun, the shots echoing out in Linkon as you shot it down. Today was supposed to be a rather easy mission. You guys had been informed of slight wanderer activity near Azure Square, and it had been fine until suddenly, a hoard of them had popped out and began attacking.

The amount of wanderers had diminished as you quickly ducked and rolled out of the way of a projectile thrown at you. You glanced at Xavier, his sword shining even in the bright sunlight of Linkon City as he managed to take down the wanderers with ease.

Then you heard him again, this time louder and more frantic, telling you to duck. You barely had enough time to react to it when suddenly Xavier’s body was encompassing your own. Whatever was shot at, you hit him square in the back as he let out a small grunt of pain before his sword slashed it away.

“Xavier!” You called out, and then quickly, you were yet again shooting at a wanderer by him. You could see the furrow of his brows as he seemed to be concentrating, and then, finally, he took your hand in his own.

He didn’t even need to say it; you already knew he was expecting a resonance, and so you did. The battle ended shortly after that. It wasn’t what you’d call anticlimactic, not with the way the light had shot out of you two and seemed to burn the wanderers coming at you, but it was over. You were panting, trying to catch your breath as your throat burned. The citizens had been evacuated, so the normally busy Azure square now seemed to silent, so…eerily calm.

Then you ran over to Xavier, placed a hand on his shoulder, and knelt down beside him. He was also out of breath, though he managed to do considerably better than you by evening out his breathing. “Xavier, are you alright? Let me see your back.” You knew exactly where he was hit, but when you looked at the back of his uniform, you saw no markings. It looked like nothing had even hit him; the fabric was only dirty from the battle itself, not from a direct hit.

Xavier grabbed your hand and gave it a small squeeze, “Don’t worry, I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt.” Xavier said with a soft smile. You watched as he stood up and helped you as well. Then he took a step and seemed to freeze for a moment. The conflict quickly washed over his face as he seemed to realize something was wrong.

“Xavier…hey, what happened?” You murmured, looking around to see if anyone else was around, “Do we need to take you to the hospital?” You finally asked. The grip on your hand only tightened for a second, and Xavier gave you yet another smile, which was clearly masking something.

“I told you, I’m fine. Just felt a bit dizzy is all, but it’ll pass. How about we just head home?” He suggested, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Something was definitely wrong with him right now, but unless he told you, you wouldn’t know. You would do an inspection on his back once you two were home, that much you were certain of. Even if he said he was fine, he couldn’t see his back and would need help anyway.

“If you say so…” You said, trailing off at the end, “But we need to report to Captain Jenna and fill out some papers about this incident.” You reminded him. You two still had a job to do, something you took seriously, “If you’re unwell, I can tell the Captain you needed to go home and rest. I can handle the reports.”

Xavier had a small pout on his face as he looked away and then sighed, “No, it’ll get done faster if we do it together. Let’s hurry up.” Now, he was dragging you along with him, wanting to quickly do your job so you could no doubt get home.

The reports went as usual; nothing too important to note. Captain Jenna seemed happy with your work, and after pulling her aside to inform her that Xavier might have been injured, you were given the green light to take the next few days off for recovery. That led to you getting dinner with Xavier, and then you finally stumbled back to your shared apartment.

As soon as you crossed the threshold of the front door, you were greeted with the meowing of a very needy cat. You chuckled as you bent down, letting your short-haired cat sniff at your hand. You had gotten the cat the moment you had moved into your apartment originally, and thankfully, Xavier was more than loving towards the creature and was fine when you officially moved in together.

Pancake let out a meow, purring as she rubbed against your hand, and then went over to Xavier, rubbing against his leg as she sought out some attention. You saw the way Xavier smiled as he picked up the cat and held her in his arms for a moment, kissing her forehead and speaking gently to the creature. “You’re probably hungry, huh? Let’s get you some dinner.”

“If you want, I can handle feeding her. You had a long day and took that blow for me. How about you shower, and then we can watch some movies before going to bed?” You suggested to him, watching as he dropped Pancake so she could plop onto the floor. Your cat was already making her way into the kitchen, meowing the entire time to let you two know she was fully expecting some food.

“Alright, that sounds fine.” Xavier said, and then suddenly he was pulling you close to give you a kiss on your forehead as well, “And by the way, I’m home.”

“Welcome home, Xavier.” You said, leaning up to kiss his nose. He chuckled as he bumped his nose against your own.

“Welcome home.” He echoed your words before standing up properly. Xavier made his way quickly to the restroom, not even bothering to grab a change of clothes as he went to the small room and flicked the light on. He could see your items alongside his own scattered about the room, making him smile. Ever since you two had moved in, he felt like a missing piece of him was finally whole. It felt like a home now, not just a place he could rest his head and recharge after battle.

He turned on the shower and waited until the water got warm, then he realized he had to face his fears. He had felt something changed in him after he got hit by that wanderer, but he didn’t know what it was until he had stopped fighting and had time to move around. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves as he began stripping away. The straps to his uniform were always annoying to take off as he let them fall to the floor with loud clunks.

Xavier took off his shirt first and inspected himself in the mirror. He looked to be the same as he turned around. He couldn’t see any markings from the attack on his back, but he knew you’d probably be wanting to inspect it later anyway. Then he worked his belt off slowly, unbuttoning his pants and carefully doing the zipper. He closed his eyes and took another steadying breath as he finally yanked his pants and underwear down in one swift motion.

Anxiety swelled in his chest as his fears came to life. He looked down, noticing that he was…lacking a specific organ he normally had. In its place was something he thought only women had. He looked in the mirror, inspecting the pubic mound and beyond, his hand trailing until he felt folds. There was an entrance there as well, and he felt dizzy all of a sudden like he might collapse.

What was he supposed to do now? It’s not like he could hide this from you for very long. Sure, if he said he wasn’t in the mood, you wouldn’t push it, and most intimate encounters you two had were normally instigated by him…but this was…troubling. Xavier knew that wanderers had unique abilities, and he was hoping up and down that this would clear up in a day or two. He could hide it for that long, right?

He just needed a moment to think, to get his mind off the anxiety and panic inside of him. He stepped into the shower and turned the water to freezing. The cold droplets hit his skin and sent a shiver down his spine, but it was enough to help him calm down. He quickly washed up and then grabbed his towel. He barely bothered drying his hair; instead, he wrapped the towel around his waist and hid his new anatomy from view.

He didn’t have any clothes other than his now dirty uniform, so he stepped out of the bathroom. He saw you immediately, playing with Pancake on the couch and laughing while holding the feather toy. Your eyes trailed over to him once you heard the door opening, and you smiled, seeing him still wet and covered in only a towel.

“Forgot to bring a change of clothes?” You asked, placing the toy aside as Pancake attacked the little feather now that it was stationary, plopping on her back and kicking her little legs. Xavier would’ve found it adorable if he wasn’t currently having an inner meltdown.

Xavier watched as you approached him, “Turn around, let me see your back.” Your voice was a bit softer now as some concern was showing through. You knew something was currently off about Xavier, but he wasn’t letting you know what it was. Xavier took in a small, shaky breath as he turned around.

Nothing looked out of the ordinary, and it filled you with a sense of relief as you sighed, “Okay, good. Looks like there’s no visible injuries.” A shocked gasp left Xavier when he felt your lips on his back, and he turned his head to stare at you, “How about you get dressed, and I’ll help you dry your hair?”

“Alright…” Xavier adjusted the towel around his waist, and you watched as he quickly left the living room to change. You let out a small sigh as you heard the door slamming close behind him. Something was very wrong with Xavier, but the question was, when would he be letting you know? Surely, he wouldn’t keep it a secret from you forever. It was a bit hard to do that, in general, with how close you two were.

A couple of minutes later, Xavier was coming out of the bedroom, wearing his signature hoodie alongside some sweatpants. He was avoiding eye contact with you as he sat down on the couch and allowed Pancake to perch on his lap. You went to the restroom, grabbed the blow drier, and brought it to the living area so you could hook it up. Drying his hair was followed by a silence that you hated, but he didn’t seem to want to speak to you at the moment. Once you were satisfied that he wouldn’t catch a cold by going to bed with wet hair, he turned to look at you.

“I’m tired; I think I’m going to head to bed…” He murmured, and you nodded.

“Alright, I’ll join you in a few. I’m going to take a quick shower; I’ll see you in bed.” You said, leaning down and kissing the top of his head. He let out a breath of relief and then got up, leaving you alone in the living room.

It took a better half of an hour for you to finish your nightly routine in the bathroom, and after changing into some comfortable pajamas that totally weren’t just Xavier’s clothes, you made your way into your shared bedroom. Xavier was already in bed, his back turned away from the door leading in. You sighed and closed the door behind you, and as soon as you got close to the bed and pressed a knee onto the mattress, Xavier was sitting up.

It was enough to startled you as a small gasp left you, “Xavier, I thought you’d be asleep by now.” You quickly said, noting how disheveled he seemed to be. He looked like he had been rolling around on the mattress the entire time you were gone, trying to get comfortable. Which, in a way, is exactly what he had been doing.

Xavier had been having issues sleeping. He felt uncomfortable; he was slick between the thighs for absolutely no reason, he felt like he had to pee since he hadn’t been brave enough to do that, and he was just…he couldn’t sleep. He had been mulling about how to bring up his situation because he realized very quickly he couldn’t do this alone.

“It’s…gone.” He finally said after a long pause, and you looked at him in confusion. You leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp so you could get a good look at him. He looked distressed, and he had a hand running through his hair as he looked towards the bedroom window.

“When the wanderer attacked me…” He began, biting his lower lip, “It changed something. I don’t know how it did it…but it’s gone now.” You could see him tugging harshly at his own hair, and you took your hand to grab onto his own, pulling it away from his head so he didn’t accidentally pull a clump of his own hair out.

“I still don’t understand what is gone.” Was it his evol that he couldn’t use anymore? You were certain he had been able to use it even after the wanderer attacked him. Hell, you two had resonated right after it, so it couldn’t be that.

Xavier looked at you and then looked down as he pulled the covers off of him. He was staring at his crotch, and then you watched as he took his free hand and grabbed onto it. It then clicked in your mind exactly what was now missing. Your eyes widened as you stared at his crotch, then back to him, then back to what was now ‘missing’ from him.

“You lost…your dick?” You finally said, and Xavier heaved a sigh, but there was a faint smile there, “I mean…is it a Ken doll situation now? Can you still perform normal bodily functions?”

“You’re as delicate as ever with your words.” Xavier huffed out a laugh, then it was marred by a worried frown, “Do you promise not to say anything?”

“I promise I’ll try.” You said, not wanting to outright lie to him. Xavier took his hand from yours so he could hook it in the bands of his sweatpants. You watched with bated breath as he slowly pulled them down, and you noticed right away he hadn’t bothered with underwear.

As soon as the sweatpants were off, you could see it. Right below the curls of his pubic hair was a hood that hid his clit, and below then was a long slit where you could see the folds peaking out. There was absolutely no doubt about it, he had a pussy. There was no longer a dick there. Instead, he had gotten a vagina stamped onto his lower half, and you couldn’t help the swell in your heart. Why were you suddenly so happy and excited about this revelation? It was clear Xavier was distressed and needed you, but all you could think about was grabbing his legs and spreading him open so you could get a better look at it.

“Cute!” It was the first word that officially came to mind, and before you could stop yourself, it came out. It really was cute. It was a soft pinkish-beige color, and you could see it already glistening slightly. You would give anything right now to have permission to spread his legs right now.

Xavier instantly felt a large flush coming to his cheeks as he stared at you, “I thought you wouldn’t say anything…” he had a small pout on his lips as he looked away and closed his thighs together to hide himself from you.

“I said I’d try, but oh baby…I mean, if it was a wanderer, it’ll eventually go back to normal.” It wasn’t unheard of with the age you guys were in for things to happen to others. Things that most thoughts was completely impossible, mind you. With evol technology, to the strange effects, wanderers could have, this was definitely one of the possibilities you had never thought of before. “I mean…I wouldn’t mind if it stayed like this, but I can tell it’s bothering you.”

“You don’t mind it…?” Xavier said, the smallest glimmer of hope, and you nodded your head, “Well, I…how do I deal with it…in the meantime?” he finally asked you, and you gave him an encouraging smile and got closer. Both your arms caged him in as you peered down at him.

“Well, it’s going to be a lot of information, but honestly it’s not actually a lot you have to change.” You began explaining, and he nodded, “So first off, the area down there is pretty sensitive, so you’ll need to take care of it and keep things clean so it can remain healthy.” You began.

“How do we…clean it?” He seemed almost taken aback that there was actually a care routine for it.

“Well, thankfully, it’s self-cleaning, which is why it gets pretty moist down there for no reason, but there are other things to keep in mind. After you pee, you need to wipe front to back to prevent anything from getting inside that can cause issues. In the shower I don’t recommend using normal soap, but I know you’ve seen the feminine wash in there. It’s PH-friendly for down there, so you can use that. Changing your underwear every single day is also a big one.” You explained.

“I change my underwear every day.” He huffed, “That’s something everyone should be doing.”

You raised your eyebrow, “Xavier, I have seen you sleep for three days straight before.” You pointed it out.

He flushed and looked away, “That’s different. I was unconscious the entire time.” He fought back, and you chuckled.

“I know, I know.” You said, “Anyways, um, oh! Holding your pee in isn’t good. It can cause a UTI. Actually, a lot of things can cause UTIs. They say you need to pee before and after sex, make sure to keep things clean, the wiping is a way to prevent it, drinking plenty of water.” You began jotting down.

“It’s that easy to get one?” He asked, almost astonished.

“Some people are more susceptible, but prevention is key. It’s not hard to keep yourself clean as long as you know what to look out for. Let’s see here: oh, you might also find yourself getting pretty…wet down there for no reason. That’s totally normal; it happens all the time, so don’t worry about it.” You said with a small wave.

“This is normal? I thought that only happened when you were…aroused.” He said, looking at you. You guys had been intimate on numerous occasions, and of course, he knew what it was like for you to be wet. He had felt it often when he had run his fingers through it or felt it on his thigh or even when you two were actively having sex.

“There’s different…types. It’s a lot, so we’ll have to look it up, but when aroused, there’s a lot more, and I feel like it’s more…slippery. Viscous, and it’s constantly producing as well in that state. Like if you pressed your underwear up against yourself when you’re wet without being aroused it’ll get…I mean wet. And it’s pretty annoying, honestly. But when aroused, if you do that, you’ll be soaking through it immediately and need a change of underwear right then and there.” You were doing your best to explain, but honestly, it wasn’t something you ever thought you’d need to explain.

“This seems like a lot to keep track of…” Xavier finally said, and you shook your head.

“I told you, it seems like a lot, but it really isn’t. You’ll get the hang of it.” You said, ruffling his hair, “Besides, you already know the anatomy pretty well.”

“I do, but…I feel like it looks different from your own.” He said, slowly opening his legs back up, and he pointed his finger directly at his clit, “This seems bigger…and the uh…folds of it too are different.”

You took a look at his clit, and sure enough, it was bigger than your own, “Well, they’re all different, Xavie. You happen to have a bigger clit than my own, nothing wrong with that.” You said, “As for the folds, that’s the labia, and again, it’s different for everyone. Some people have thicker and more pronounced labia; some people have very small labia. Uh, vaginas aren’t all made to be the same.” You reassured him, and he sighed in relief.

“So it’s all…normal down there, right?” He finally asked, and you nodded.

“Bing, completely normal.” You said, and Xavier, who seemed to finally be feeling a bit more bashful, grabbed his sweatpants and began pulling them back up his waist. Just as he did that, you heard the telltale sign of your cat meowing at the edge of the bed before Pancake jumped right on. The cat was slowly crawling over to Xavier, purring and rubbing her head under his chin.

“See, even Pancake is supportive of this new change.” You said with a nod, “It’ll all be fine, we’ll figure out how this happened tomorrow morning. I think we need to get some sleep, though; you’ve had a long day.”

“Ya…uh, give me a minute, though,” Xavier said, hanging over Pancake to your own lap. Pancake let out a dissatisfied meow at being moved but curled onto your lap as she was pretty content to be there. You watched as Xavier got up to use the restroom, and then when he came back, he went through his wardrobe and found a pair of boxer briefs. They were a bit baggy, in your opinion, but it wasn’t like he had a lot of options for underwear with his new…anatomy, and you doubted yours would fit him.

As soon as he was changed, he came back into the bed and scooped you into his arms, pressing your face into his chest. Pancake was between you two, letting out a loud purring noise as he kissed both of your heads.

“Okay, now we can sleep.” He said with a content sigh.

“Goodnight, Xavier; I love you.” You said and kissed his forehead as well. Xavier smiled as he closed his eyes.

“Love you too, I’ll see you in the morning.” With that, he used his evol to turn off the nightstand lamp and curled closer to you, happy to have you in his arms as he finally was able to drift off.

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[crimsonnsstuff]

𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹

Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, cream pie, daddy kink, slapping, punching, degrading, (kinda) manipulation, not proofread (oops!)

It was night time, about 2 in the morning. You were sitting in your bed, flipping through a magazine, when the door creaked open. Thanos stood there, he was your brothers best friend. He usually spent the night on weekends to come play video games with your brother.

"Hey, you," he says. “Finally done yelling about that game?” You ask. “I could hear you guys” you laugh softly. "Your brother fell asleep. I don’t have anybody to talk to” he smirks. He was always teasing you. If you were stupid, you would think he actually wanted to fuck you

You sat up, the magazine slipping from your hands onto the bed. "And here I thought you just came to check on me," you teased, your voice betraying a slight quiver of excitement.

Thanos stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. "Oh, I'm definitely checking on you," he murmured, his gaze roaming over you like a physical touch. He lays down on your bed, his shirt coming up and showing a faint happy trail above the waistband of his sweatpants.

You press your thighs together as you feel yourself getting a bit wet. He notices and smirks. He sits up, scooting closer to you. His hand goes on your thigh. He slowly moves it to your inner thigh. Everything was happening so quick, you didn’t even want to stop him.

“Thanos..” you gasp softly as he rubs you through your thin pajama shorts. “Hm?” He answers but you can’t say anything, too caught up in the feeling of him rubbing you.

He wraps his fingers around the waistband of your shorts, slowly pulling them off. He takes your panties off next and you close your legs. “Open them. I wanna see..” he growls. You obediently open your legs, embarrassed from how exposed you are.

“There it is..so pretty and pink..” he mutters, pressing a soft kiss to your swollen clit as you let out a shaky breath. He gently shoves 2 fingers into you, stretching you open. “Such a slut..” he mumbles. You squirm, already getting close.

Just as you’re about to go over the edge, he pulls his fingers out, causing a guttural whine to escape your throat. “Don’t whine, bitch.” He growls into your ear. You nod. He pulls his dick out and slams into you. You gasp loudly and grip onto his shoulders as he starts to thrust in and out of you.

“God, you feel so good around my dick..” he groans as you tighten around him. “Don’t you dare fucking cum, hear me?” He says as he slaps your cheek, causing your head to jerk to the side. You nod, “use your words.” “Yes, daddy..” you mutter. “Good girl..” you tighten around him as he says that and he smirks.

He goes deeper as you whine, gently patting his arm, trying to tap out. “Too deep, daddy! Too deep!” You squeal, kicking your legs. He holds you down. “Fucking take it.” He grunts, slamming into you harder. “Gonna cum.. please daddy, may I cum? I promise I’ll be good..” you beg. “Fine.” He gives in.

You cum around his cock and expect him to stop, but he doesn’t. Your body convulses beneath him. “Not gonna stop until I cum.” He laughs. You try to get up but he grabs your throat and slams you back down. He punches your thigh, a punch that is probably gonna leave a bruise later.

You yelp as he punches you. He rubs your thigh, soothing the pain just to punch it again, leaving a red mark. At this point, you were already completely wrecked. Drool coming out of your mouth, mascara running down your face, hair all messed up, and your juices splattering all over his thighs and lower stomach as he continues to thrust into you.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, causing a low laugh to escape him, making chills run down your spine. You sob softly, having no other choice than to sit there and take his cock and the overstimulation. You were fully stuffed with his cock.

“You’re such a fucking slut..you’re nothing, you hear that? Nothing.” You sob and hiccup. He throws his head back, letting out a low groan as his hips stutter. He slams into you, staying buried deep inside as he cums in you. Both of your bodies were convulsing.

He pulls out and looks at the cum dripping out of you. He smirks. You couldn’t even speak. He lays down beside you and licks the tears running down your face. He runs a comforting hand through your hair. “Shh, baby..it’s okay..” he says gently, almost as if he wasn’t just calling you a slut and fucking your brains out.

[zablife]

Shut Up

Jack Nelson x gf reader

Summary: You were meant to be Jack's arm candy at a meeting with Tommy Shelby. What happens when you open your mouth?

A/N: Ty to @evita-shelbyfor the prompt "Make me shut up then!" I changed the wording slightly, but the meaning is the same.

Warnings: language, toxic relationship, brief mention of infidelity

With this afternoon's contentious business meeting swirling in your head, you exited the Atlantic Hotel onto the snow covered steps. Gloved fingers fumbling with your cigarettes and lighter, you waited for Jack despite the stinging cold against your cheeks. He'd insisted you give him time to speak with Thomas Shelby alone and you begrudgingly agreed, having stated your opinion on their merger long before cocktails.

You knew it went against Jack's intentions for bringing you as he'd hoped to merely distract Mr. Shelby with your ruby red pout. However, you couldn't help but interject your advice in an attempt to give Jack the upper hand. As you watched the snow swirl around you like glitter in a snow globe, you felt a surge of excitement for your bright, shining future.

Moments later, Jack pushed past two cowering doormen, a thunderous look of fury settling over his brow. Without a backward glance, he made his way down the stairs, crossing the street as he cursed under his breath.

You quickly shook free any notion of his gratitude, clutching the coat you hadn't had time or sense to button. Running after him through the daze of falling snowflakes, you found it nearly impossible to catch up. As you stumbled in your high heels, you failed to keep pace with his long strides, eventually calling after him in desperation.

"Jack, stop! Jack!" you shrieked.

Jack continued on to his waiting car, tossing his cigar away with a puff of smoke in response. His irreverent demeanor toward social niceties usually amused you, but today you felt like teaching him a lesson in manners. "I'm talking to you!" you shouted at him, slipping on the ice. "You fucking prick!" you added as you hit the ground with a thud.

Finally acknowledging your presence, he strode toward you and captured your elbow in a painful hold. Jerking you up harshly, he hissed in your ear, "I thought I told you to shut your mouth back there."

"Because you were doing so well on your own," you retorted, heels teetering precariously along the icy path.

Shaking your arm for emphasis, he seethed, "You don't get it, do you? I give 'em money and liquor and all you do is smile. What the fuck's so hard about that?"

"In case you hadn't noticed, he had no intention of signing those documents,” you spat at him.

"Listening to doubt never worked for me," he growled, finger poised in the air as he intended to continue with his usual boastful tirade on superior American business tactics, but you cut him off.

"But your arrogance did?" you scoffed. "That's your problem, Jack. You never fucking listen!!"

Jack’s scarred upper lip curled into a sneer as he studied you. “You know what, sweetheart, you aren't half as smart as you pretend to be. If you think I'd let you negotiate with the likes of Thomas Shelby, you're crazy!"

"I'm crazy? You just stormed out of a meeting that could have made us millions!"

"And whose fucking fault was that?" he yelled, volume garnering the attention of the people passing on the street. "You've fucked up one time too many, doll. And mark my words, this is the end," he warned with a menacing scowl.

"You should make more moves and less announcements," you advised, coming to stand face to face with your lover.

"You have no control, you know that?" he countered in a disgusted tone, hand snaking around the back of your neck to grip you in a possessive hold.

"Me? Weren't you the one to sleep with his wife?" you accused, eyes blazing with fury.

"You wanna hear about her running her fingers through my hair?" he teased indelicately.

You shot him a warning look as you pushed yourself away from him and he cocked his head at you incredulously. "It was your goddamn idea!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat.

Sighing in exhaustion, you quietly admitted, "It was my idea and it didn't work the way I planned, alright? That's why I wanted this meeting so badly. I couldn't stand to see it wasted."

Finally Jack relented, understanding this would always be your pattern. Your relationship forever caught in a battle of wills, but accepting it because you relied on one another. As he looked past your stoic expression to your watery eyes, he knew you were thinking the same thing. All the times it had come to this, you’d scarcely lasted a day apart.

All the empty threats falling away, he closed the distance between you, sliding his large hands beneath your coat. Then tilting your chin up toward him, he chuckled, his signature grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He stroked your cheek lightly, venturing a coded apology, “Can we forget all this and go back to the hotel now?"

Donning a playful pout you asked, "What makes you think I want to fuck you?"

"Cause you always do," he replied, nipping at your jawline.

"Cocky bastard," you smirked against his lips as he stole a kiss.

"Well, lack of confidence is very unAmerican," he winked at you as he ushered you toward the car, one hand resting over your ass.

"Are you ready to discuss the Shelby strategy like grown ups?" you asked, swaying your hips suggestively beneath his palm.

"I got a better idea. How about you get in and shut up," he commanded in the low growl that made your stomach flip.

"Make me," you challenged, shooting a devilish look over your shoulder.

"Oh, that can be arranged," he assured you, delivering a harsh spank that made you gasp.

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[folksy]

how do you cure guilt for when you feel guilty about literally every single thing you do because I feel like acid is eating me up inside from all the constant guilt I have

[chuluoyi]

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

- sylus x reader

you and your lover are hailed and feared, but who would have guessed that behind closed doors, both of you are just that — lovers?

genre/warnings: very suggestive, making out, fluff, comfort, period cramps, assassin!reader (not l&ds mc), loosely based on sylus' secret times: midnight warmth & exclusive care!

note: very self-indulgent bye pls don't look at me :') this fic is a companion to assassin!reader series (strictly (un)professional and jealousy incarnate)

“Who’s ther— lord! Missus! What happened to you!?”

On a rainy night, you staggered into the base, drenched and covered with dirt. Your steps were unsteady as you made your way through the front door, and the first person to see you, Luke, was so shocked by the sight that he rushed to your side.

“Kieran! Call Boss!” he shouted to his twin, who immediately sprinted off to find him, steadying you. “Are you injured?”

“No,” you hissed, wincing as you clutched your abdomen. “Let go, I’m fine—” But before you could finish, you missed a step and—

—fell into Luke's arms.

In that very instant, Luke genuinely feared for his life. He squeaked and stammered, incoherent sounds escaping him, because oh lord— if Boss sees me ever touching his woman—

“What are you doing?”

And there came his nightmare. Sylus’ deep voice cut through like a blade, marking the arrival of doomsday itself.

“B-Boss! It isn’t what it looks like!” Luke quivered, desperately trying to explain himself.

However, Sylus paid him no mind and exhaled sharply, immediately moving over to pull you out of Luke’s grasp. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine!” you insisted, pulling away from him while staggering. “I’m not wounded or anything. Just... I just need a bath, please.”

Sylus eyed you from top to bottom. You had just been out for a reconnaissance, and yet you looked as though you had been through a tornado and back. Disheveled, your dress was smeared with mud and dirt, and even grime clung to your hair.

“Did you fall into a sewer or something?” he questioned, and he knew he had hit a nerve when you shot him a glare.

But you spared him no answer, walking away with labored breaths and a hand pressed against your lower belly. It was clear you were in pain, and the sight tugged at him as he followed you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his concern growing. “What hurts?”

“You don’t have to fuss over me—” your breath hitched, feeling exhausted, and ashamed all at once. “Just my period, nothing much,” you murmured in a quieter voice so the twins wouldn’t hear.

As you reached the stairs to the second floor, you felt like collapsing. Did you really have to climb these stairs, too?

As if reading your mind, Sylus let out a sigh, but you nearly squealed when he lifted you into his arms.

“You’ll get dirty!” you rebuked, even as he took large strides up the stairs. “Sylus!”

“Just hold onto me.” He shot you a pointed look. “You can’t even walk without gasping for air, and you still want to climb the stairs? You’ll end up rolling and breaking your back.”

Despite your protests, your lover immediately brought you to his bathroom and sat you down on the sink. He turned the hot water on and then faced you.

“So? What did you get yourself into?” he asked, his red eyes narrowing in dissatisfaction. “You were fine, and you didn’t face anyone.”

You pressed your eyes shut, leaning against the wall, resigned to explain. “Fell into mud. Totally idiotic, I know, but my cramps started right before, so…”

���I don’t recall you experiencing this before. What brought this on?”

You met his gaze indignantly, retorting, “Well, a certain someone banged me so hard last night, and I got my period right after.”

It was quite unexpected, but still answered his concern. So, to that, Sylus snorted and tousled your hair, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “Ah, sorry, I guess?”

You pursed your lips, aware of how unapologetic he was. He smirked and added, “Now that I’m dirty too... I suppose we’ll have to take a bath together.”

“Are you mad? Do you want to get covered in my blood?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Why not—”

“No,” you retorted firmly, clearly irked. “You take the bath after me, and that’s final.”

. . .

“Put your arm around my neck,” Sylus commanded when you both emerged from the bath and already dressed in silk bathrobes. You complied, and he swiftly lifted you into a princess carry, bringing you to the bed.

Despite yourself, your heart fluttered at his action. He set you down gently, and the moment your back met the soft surface, you relished it and let out an involuntary moan. “Ahh...”

Your voice was soft and sultry, though tinged with a hint of pain. Sylus placed his hand gently on your face. “Your cheeks are warm,” he noted. “And you still look pale.”

"Mmm," you mumbled, suddenly the total fatigue catching up to you as you leaned into his touch. Seeing you so pliant like this seemed to flip a switch inside him, and he immediately settled next to you and placed his huge hand on your lower belly, pressing down on it.

“What are you doing?” you frowned.

“I’m giving you a massage,” he replied. “Stop squirming. I’m trying to pamper you here.”

“You don’t have to…”

“My woman is in enough pain that she doesn’t talk back to me. It’s feels off.”

“...actually, you suck. You’re too rough.”

Taking your whine into account, he adjusted his touch, softening his pressure. "How is it? Better?"

You didn’t immediately reply, indulging in the warm sensation, letting out a sigh as you squeezed your eyes shut. “Mm... Yeah, it feels good now. Don’t stop…”

There was something quietly erotic about watching you, usually so defiant, surrender to his touch like this. Sylus felt a deep, protective satisfaction as he continued his gentle ministrations—

But after a while...

Before he could stop himself, he leaned in, pulling you closer as he buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of the bath foam you had just shared. “Mmm…”

You were caught off-guard and shivered at his breath tickling your skin, eyes fluttering open. “Sylus…” you murmured, a mix of protest and surprise in your voice.

But he didn’t pull away, his lips lingering against your skin, his gaze fixed on your bare neck, whispering, “Just relax. I’ve got you.”

Then, when he suddenly nibbled on your neck, you jolted awake. The gentle bite on your sensitive skin sent another shiver down your spine, stirring a mix of warmth that made your pulse race.

But he didn't stop there, as Sylus trailed your neck with a series of kisses and wet sucks, his breath hot against your skin. Soon, the only sounds filling the room were his quiet sighs and the soft noises of his lips as he continued to bite and pepper kisses on your skin, over and over.

“Ngh…” Each touch left you almost breathless, and the heat between you growing with every passing moment, making your toes curl and you moan softly by his ear.

“Hold me,” he gruffly whispered, and as if bewitched, you clung to his shoulders. He let out a husky chuckle. “Not too hard, or you won't be able to sleep later.”

“And whose fault would that be?” you quipped, entangling your legs with his, savoring the warmth of his body against yours.

“I’ve spoiled you rotten, haven’t I... sweetie?” he murmured amidst kisses, his tone laced with intrigue and his burgundy eyes flashing with a glint. “Just let me have my fill for a while.”

If you had a mirror, you’d see the hickeys forming on your neck, but instead of fighting him, you pulled him closer, letting out breathy moans freely and massaging his scalp as if urging him to go further.

“Naughty vixen—you are,” Sylus rasped deliciously in your ear, thick with desire and restraint as his grip on you tightened. “Tempting me, knowing full well I can’t do anything to you…”

A low giggle slipped from your lips. “Unfortunately… I learn from the best.”

Hard to get, snarky, taunting... You were the bane of his existence, and yet Sylus wouldn't have it another way. Your defiance and teasing only deepened his affection, making every challenge you presented feel like an irresistible part of what drew him to you.

He knew when his patience was on the verge of snapping, so to end it, he sucked hard on your shoulder one last time, making sure to leave another mark there. The squelching sound reverberated through both of you, before he pulled away and planted a firm kiss on your forehead, a gesture of both dominance and fondness for you.

“Now sleep,” he grounded out. “Your body has been through enough.”

“Mngh...” you whined, curling into him in contentment, your head nestled against his toned chest where you could feel his strong, steady heartbeat. “Really unfair...”

“You're going to feel better soon...” he sighed, one hand soothing your back and the other resting on your waist. “And as soon as you do...”

A wicked grin curved his lips.

“I'll pick up where I left off.”

[leyiorr]

you and satoru decide pretty quickly that you want your daughter’s ears pierced.

she’s a gorgeous baby; bright blue eyes and soft white hair just like her father. her nose and lips are your genetic touch, and satoru insists that it’s your features that make her look so adorable.

you’d asked your husband what he thought about getting her ears pierced so young, and obviously he thought it was a great idea - his two favourite girls should match earrings.

and so, once she’s old enough, the two of you bring her to a store to get her ears done.

satoru has her sat on his lap, entertaining her as you spoke with the piercer about the placing and colour of the earrings. he talks to her like he can understand her baby babble; no one understands his daughter better than he does.

eventually, the time comes, and the piercer lines up the piercing gun with your daughter’s ear after marking the spot with temporary ink. she’s giggling gleefully, trying to grab hold of the piercer’s hair.

satou’s anxiety is on high, he doesn’t want his daughter to flinch and cause an injury that no one wants. the peircer seems nice enough though, and her friendly smile coupled with your hand on his shoulder and his baby’s laughter settles his nerves marginally.

but he speaks too soon.

the minute the metal pierces her skin, your daughter instantly breaks into tears, twisting her small body toward her daddy as she lets out dramatic screeches of pain. satoru’s heart sinks immediately, large hands gently trying to soothe his daughter - her tiny ones fist his shirt like a lifeline.

she cries and cries like she’s dying, and satoru feels his soul bleed.

“daddy’s sorry, baby,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “it’ll go away soon. i wish i could help you, sweets.”

but she’s having none of it, crying harder when he tries to put her back into position. he feels his own eyes sting; his heart aches from being unable to take away his precious daughter’s pain.

his eyes snap up to your face, hoping you’ll have some insight on how to help her. you’re smiling fondly, softly pinching her cheeks in effort to distract her from the pain.

“don’t be dramatic,” you scold sweetly, dropping into a crouch to press sloppy kisses to her chubby cheeks.

she hiccups, letting her father’s shirt go in favour of trying to grab your nose instead. her cries turn into wet giggles within a few seconds and satoru feels relief fill his veins.

you look up at him with a raised eyebrow, “i mean you, mister.”

it takes him a full second to realize that there are tears rolling down his face, and he quickly wipes his eyes in embarrassment. he hears the piercer giggle; may the ground open up and swallow him whole.

“you’re such a baby,” you say, but your heart felt so full - your husband just cried at his daughter getting her ears pierced? you were never going to let him live that down.

satoru doesn’t say anything, obediently allowing you to tilt his head back to meet you in a kiss. through the salty taste of his tears and your fingers holding his throat he doesn’t even notice when the piercer approaches again, quietly lining up with the other dot.

she looks to you for consent, and you give a subtle nod as you continue to distract your husband with kisses. he breaks it in surprise when he feels your daughter flinch, though this time there’s no wails.

he looks down. her face is scrunched up in effort not to cry, cheeks puffed up as she looks up at her father proudly as if to say: look, daddy, i didn’t cry that time!

he feels his eyes fill up again. his head drops to rest on his daughter, kissing her all over her face and eliciting a series of giggles.

“that’s my girl,” he boasts proudly, grinning wide while bouncing her on his knee, “i knew you could do it!”

he hears you laugh from the counter, “you cried the most, satoru.”

he scoffs, picking the baby up and nuzzling his face against hers, “i don���t know how you didn’t! her cries broke my heart!”

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫!!!”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! Mean!toji, hints of reader being a brat, spanking (ass/cunt), biting, praise & degradation, cock drunk/pussy drunk, thigh fucking, teasing/begging, light size kink, gagging/choking, some face fucking, manhandling you, hair pulling, pain kink, daddy/lil mama

fey: writing makes me feel like a rusty gate covered in moss that screams in protest when moved

Toji is too big! Your jaw aches whilst your eyes blur with tears. His groans as he fucks your throat is making your pussy drip.

Seeing the the tears slipping down your cheeks as you gag on his fat cock he smirks then demands, “Say that shit again, come on be a mouthy lil’ brat n’ see what fuckin’ happens.” Yanking you by your hair smacking you across the face as you gasp for air.

Your cheek sweetly sting, “‘M sorry please I won’t be a-!” Toji cuts you off by sticking two thick fingers into your mouth. You can faintly taste your cunt as you suck.

He croons, “So you wanna lie to me now?” Sliding his fingers out of your mouth, smearing your spit on your face. Toji yanks you onto your feet with a fistful of hair. “I always gotta remind you how to fuckin’ act.” He shoves you face down ass up onto your sofa.

Toji’s hands are so big and rough, fuck he’s big and rough tossing you around like you’re a doll. His thick fingers brush close to your wet cunt as he massages your cheeks. “I’m thinking I might fuck your thighs n’ cum on your pretty pussy.” Toji roughly smacks your your wet cunt three times with his large palm.

Your pussy throbs with a fiery sharp sting that two of his thick fingers ease. Toji admires how your soft lips look wrapping around his fingers. It’s sinful how he groans, “Fuck,” whilst slowly fucking you fingers with his fingers. “You’re making such a mess.”

“You don’t deserve my fingers but you have such a pretty lil’ wet cunt I wanna stretch her out n’ ruin her. Wanna hear her squelchin telling me how much she loves me when I fuck ya.”

Using all your energy to focus on getting out, “How do you know my pussy loves you?” Whilst he fucks your cunt faster, stroking your g-spot making you tremble and whine.

He smacks your ass, digging his nails in and jiggle your cheek before taking a bite. Groaning as he softly shakes his head, burying his face in your soft cheek.

Smacking the aching bite mark when he pulls away. He sneers, “By the way she gushes and squeezes my cock like she doesn’t wanna let me go.” Whining, shifting your hips, and struggling to keep your feet planted when Toji stretches your hole apart with two large fingers.

You can hear the condescending smirk in his proud tone, “N’ cause of my sharp sense of smell, I know how wet you get. Smells so fuckin’ sweet like your goin’ into heat, your little slutty cunt needs my fat cock n’ we both know it.”

Toji slowly glides his fingers out, smearing your wetness between your thighs. “Too bad I have to fuck your thighs instead.”

Clutching onto your fluffy sofa cushions, begging Toji, “Please fuck me, I wanna feel your cock!” Your cunt clenches nothing as Toji slides his warm fat cock between your thighs, he’s taunting you,just barely rubbing your clit.

Toji tightly grabs both hips to keep you from squirming. “But you will be, just not in your pussy not tonight, maybe tomorrow morning when I got morning wood. I might be feelin’ a lil nicer” His cock is so close to your cunt it’s unfair. Each steady stroke taunts you, he should be fucking your pussy like that.

Whining, “Please daddy-toji!” Grabbing his wrists, this position and now you got in it feels so lewd. He’s manhandled you, putting your ass in the air, face down into the sofa with his veiny cock in between your legs.

Toji lines himself up with your soft cunt, swiping his fat warm head along your soft wet slit. “You’re not playing fair lil mama you can’t moan that n’ expect me not to fold.” You clench up and whine when he smacks your cunt with his cock, he’s so heavy, and big.

Toji leans over you, trapping you against the sofa with your ass in the air. You moan as he glides half in head in whining he stops to croon, “Lil mama are you sure you need daddy’s cock?”

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[syluss-littlecrow]

Hi there, I dunno of you take requests but I'd like to request Sylus with MC who's love language is biting. And MC would also totally leave marks. And Sylus would think of his own payback for her everytime.

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<sylus x fem!reader>

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, unprotected sex, biting kink, backshots, pussy eating, breeding kink, size kink

w/c: 1.2K

a/n: thank you for my very first fic request here ❤️ sylus is definitely a biter (his little fangs!!) just wanna say I have plenty of skin for him to take a chomp off 😛

Sylus stares at the mirror, specifically staring down at the whole garden of love bites you’ve planted him with. He knows you’ve been biting him when he’s fucking you, but he doesn’t realise how much you’ve been taking bites out of him like he’s strawberry shortcake. 

Well, not that he minded. The thought of you thinking of marking him as yours secretly makes his heart flutter.

So he should return the favour, right?

Sylus takes in the scent of his shampoo on you, his eyes screwed shut as slowly breaths pull out of him. His palm is warm against the small of your back. You smell so fucking good just filled of him. It reminds him that you’re his. 

And even with his cock sheathed deep inside of you right now, he still thinks this isn’t enough. 

While swimming in his thoughts, he feels a sharp pain scatter on his shoulder blade. It barely lasts before it switches to pleasure when he realises that you’re biting onto his skin again. 

“Sweetie, aren’t you enjoying this too much?”, his low groans sending goosebumps across your skin. 

His fingers brush your hair away, his attention aimed on your neck, before he latches his lips, then his teeth, testing your pain threshold, ready to release at any sign of discomfort that you give. 

But a soft moan and your pussy tightening against his cock is what you return him. And Sylus can’t help but sink his teeth a little deeper while he forces you to fuck his cock. 

Your lewd cries grow louder whenever you lift yourself off his cock and impale yourself once more, and your lips have completely left his skin. 

Sylus presses his lips on your chest, cupping both tits with his large and slender fingers, pinching your nipples, all while grazing his teeth and licking your tits. It drives you nuts, and he figures that from the way cream is just coating his dick while he makes you ride him. 

He nibbles against the soft skin of your breast, then sucking the tender flesh, making sure he sees a soft bruise bloom on your chest. And he repeats it, over and over again, until you completely come undone on his dick, your pussy fluttering and leaking all over him, and your thighs shaking from being forced to cum all over his thick cock. 

He pauses to look up at you. His hand now is at the nape of your neck. 

“Did you cum all over my dick?” He asks, watching you nod your head shakily, the remnants of your orgasm still lingering in your spent pussy. 

Your mind is still hazy, but you still answer him, “yeah.”

“Good girl”, he chuckles. “But we’re not done yet.”

Sylus lifts you off him, and he’s already missing your warm tightness. Nonetheless, he has other plans. He can be patient. 

With much ease, consisting of a whole lot of using his Evol, you’re settled with his face between your legs. 

You’re about to protest about him not cumming yet, but when his tongue flicks against your wet clit, your mind shuts off, leaving behind trails of cries from overstimulation.

He switches between fucking his tongue into your pussy and then trailing his lips to the soft and thick flesh of your inner thighs—his actual target. 

You jolt at the sensation of his teeth grazing against your flesh again, a nice wave of slick slowly spilling out of your pathetic hole. 

Sylus makes sure he’s had his fill, and that’s filling your thighs with his bite marks and love bites until he’s satisfied. 

“Dirty kitten, getting off from being bitten, hmm?” The male in between your legs teases. He only receives a whine in response. 

Sylus quickly realises why you enjoy marking him so much—he wants to mark you all over as his too. He could get hooked onto this. 

He doesn’t forget to switch to the other side, sending your mind into an overstimulated frenzy when it’s as if he’s ready to have you for his next meal. 

Bruises and bite marks slowly fill up the empty spaces of your skin, with Sylus enjoying your sobs while your pussy only grows wetter from the sting. 

“Sylus, I’m sensitive-“, you whimper, your hands messing up his pale locks. Sylus casts you. an amused expression before he decides to have mercy on you, and pulls away. Sylus shifts to meet your eye level, pulling you into a dizzy kiss. 

His palms slide down your body, he leans into you, but he doesn’t press his weight onto you. 

“Turn around for me, kitten.” His whispers, and you do, soft gasps leaving your lips when you arch your back against him, feeling his thick cock rest against your creamy folds. 

“That’s it”, he encourages with praise, his hand adjusting his cock to line up right to your pulsing cunt before he pushes himself in, stuffing you full with a strained groan. “That’s a good fucking girl.”

He hears your quiet whimpers, and this time, he presses his body weight onto you. His fingers lift your chin up so you’re forced to face Sylus from the side. 

When he pulls out and thrusts into you from behind, it makes your thighs tremble from the sheer pleasure. 

The pace he’s setting is making you see stars, and when his lips are on your shoulder once more and he’s sinking his teeth into your skin, you’re losing it. 

You can barely keep your eyes open, your body completely submitting to the pleasure that Sylus is sinking you in. 

“Does this feel good, kitten?” He asks while another smack echoes in his room, his cock railed into you for the nth time.

Attempts to process his words are futile, especially not when he’s fucking your thoughts out of you. 

“So good. So fucking amazing”, you’re borderline sobbing, unintentionally pushing yourself back to make sure he’s making you full to the brim from every stroke 

While he’s drowning you in pleasure, Sylus makes sure he leaves a couple of marks down your neck to the best of his abilities. 

“I’m gonna cum”, your strained voice catches his attention, along with the way your pussy is squeezing Sylus’s dick. He groans at the sensation, his thrusts growing more heavy and desperate. Undoubtedly, you feel like fucking heaven on his cock. 

And when he feels you let go on his cock, his grip around on your neck tightens. He’s definitely not lasting any longer. Not when you’re luring him down with you like this. He wants so badly to ruin you, bring you down with him, mark every bare skin of yours possible.

So he does.

Sylus makes sure his final bite for the night blooms a gorgeous shade of wine on your bare skin, while his cum fills you up all the way, enjoying the way you’re shaking and whining. 

The corner of Sylus’s lips curl into a smirk while he watches you slowly drift into your slumber, your body inching close to him to catch his warmth. His gaze trails down to your chest, admiring his work of art—his bites imprinted across your neck, shoulders, chest, and especially around your nipples. He knows he’s ready for a scolding if you find out, but Sylus gets it now—there’s nothing more beautiful and satisfying as reminding you that you belong to him. 

[infictionalwonderland]

I NEED PART TWO OF THE MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N L/N!

. . . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT! (part2)

You cackled to yourself after sending the message into your groupchat, quickly returning to the video and beginning to play it again, occasional bursts of giggles slipping through your lips.

Resuming your place in the video—the first clip that began playing was actually from not that long ago at all. It was You, Kat Dennings, Elizabeth Olsen and Zendaya at Taylor Swifts Eras Tour (an experience you would genuinely never forget). Taylor was playing Lover and, in the clip, Kat had your face in one hand and the other wrapped around your waist, bringing you close to her body.

“Lover, can I go where you go—“ Kat sang with Taylor, singing all the lyrics to you and grinning at you, faces inches away from each other. “—Can we always be this close.” She punctuated this lyric with giving you an eskimo kiss.

You smiled sincerely at the memory.

The next clip began up, it was you and Chris Evans doing Playground Insults with BBC Radio 1: the two of you were sat opposite each other, knees touching, Chris was grinning goofily at you, giddy laughs escaping him as you tried to remain straight faced.

“—we’re here with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.” The presenters introduced.

“And we’re about to play Playground Insults . . Now Chris and Y/N are sat opposite each other,” the camera cut to you and Chris, him smiling largely and you looking away to contain your own, “the atmosphere is very tense.”

“We’ve done this quite a few times now but im thinking.. this is the biggest movie of the year, let’s make this the biggest playground insults we’ve ever done.”

“Yep.” Chris nodded, trying not to laugh.

“Chris, hun. . you’re ugly. Like, plain ugly.” You nodded seriously, immediately setting off as you feigned a pained wince to the words. “Everyone’s been talking about it. . just, you’re so atrocious to look at. Honestly, I almost feel arse over tits in horror when I saw you.”

Chris opened his mouth to say something but then faltered and pouted, “no matter how good of an actor I am, I could never even get those words out my mouth about you and make them sound genuine. Seriously.”

The third clip started—it was Chris Hemsworth on a carpet, a bold colourful question at the bottom said ‘WHO HAS THE MOST FANS?’. Chris immediately said, “Y/n.” In that deep Australian accent of his. “Not that I blame the people from choosing her to be the people’s queen, she is truly one of a kind. You’ll only ever meet one Y/n in your lifetime, cherish it. The fans have the right idea.”

It changed to Scarlett with the same colourful question at screen and at the same carpet event: “Oh, Yeah. Y/n, one hundred percent.” She chuckled huskily. “That woman has fans upon fans and seriously, I’m one of them. She is something else.” She grinned, winking at the camera.

After Scarlett, Paul Rudd came onto your screen in the very same clip. “Oh! The legend herself, Y/N Y/L/N.” Paul answered brightly, smiling. “The amount of fans she has is unbelievable—well, it’s definitely believable for someone like her, so, not really unbelievable..”

The forth clip began—it was you all playing Family Feud with Jimmy Kimmel, on his live show. Sebastian and RDJ were currently facing off; Jimmy posed the question “what, other than the sun, are some of the hottest things to exist?”

Sebastian got to the buzzer faster than Robert managed to and didn’t even falter or hesitate as he answered straight away, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

The audience immediately screamed laughed and shrieked in delight, RDJ just nodded his head in understanding and appreciation, clapping his hands. Chris Evans, Mark and Anthony on the other side all looked amused but ultimately accepting (Chris was nodding along almost subconsciously). You were on the other team, looking heavenward with a faint exasperated grin and Scarlet wrapped her arm around your waist, Chris Hemsworth smirking at you both.

The fifth clip started up: it was a behind the scenes shot from Endgame, the big final battle. You were currently in the middle of doing your own stunt, green screen behind you and harnesses strapped to you as you dangled at a halfway point in the air. Your arms and hands were positioned in such a way to show your character manipulating her powers—the position also very much enhanced your chest, with the added help of your superhero attire. You looked hot, even you could admit.

The camera mirthfully panned to some of the rest of the cast who all stood aside while you filmed your scene—said cast being Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Gwyneth Paltrow, RDJ, Elizabeth Olsen and Tessa Thompson. All of their eyes were fixated on you, Robert was the only one grinning in amusement (and awe) while all the others stared at you as though you hung the sun yourself.

“Boobies.” Lizzie giggled faintly, her eyes stuck. The rest of the cast watching dumbly nodded while the crew cracked up behind the cameras.

And if you screenshotted their dumbfounded faces looking ip at on screen you. . well that was your business.

The clip changed. It was now Karen Gillan being interviewed on some carpet event, looking genuinely breathtaking. The interviewer was asking, “—obviously, your friend and co-star Y/N Y/L/N has been in lots of iconic movies. . what is your favourite scene of hers in The Wolf of Wall Street?”

Karen paused with a cheeky little smile, giving the interviewer a a jokingly incredulous look. “Come on.” She simply said. “It’s a bloody no brainer, I’m certain it was Leonardo’s favourite scene too. . I hope it is anyway otherwise he’s a silly, silly man.”

At the same carpet event with the same interviewer, Chris Hemsworth was being interviewed—his wife, Elsa, on his arm and looking half ready to battle off any rude interviewers (queen).

“—what is your favourite scene of hers in Ocean’s 8?”

“All of them!” Elsa answered eagerly, grinning. “Her outfits really accentuated her personality and I enjoyed them very much so. Particularly her outfit for the gala. . the amount of accentuated personality, by gosh, it had me speechless.”

Chris turned her head, obviously trying not to laugh at his wife.

“Nunca he estado más celoso y agradecido por la ropa en mi vida.” Elsa hummed.

You blinked.

The clip changed to you, Sebastian, Lizzie, Paul, Jeremy and Jimmy all on his Tonight Show playing Musical Beers. The slightly unnerving music/beat played in the background while you all stalked around the circle, Paul and Jeremy already out—leaving you, Seb, Lizzie and Jimmy.

As you were all racing around the circular table, Lizzie very obviously swatted your ass and you were impressed with your own body as you watched that impact: the audience erupted into laughs and shrieks, Jimmy playfully covering his eyes as Seb smirked. You thought that would be the end of the clip, but no.

The very disco-esk tune briefly cut out and past time you thought that meant it stopped completely and you’d already reached for the red cup in front of you and chugged it’s contents, only to pause as the music began back up.

“Spit it back! Spit it back!”

You did just that—but when the music actually stopped and Seb was left standing in front of the cup with your (let’s not go there) in it, your mouth popped open in shock. Jeremy gladly backed away from the table in hysterics, Lizzie and Jimmy equally as amused.

“Oh my god, I am—“

Sebastian quickly downed the cup with. . those contents, not even looking all that perturbed.

“So sorry.” You finished, mouth agape.

You vaguely remembered a conversation you’d had with him after the show, sincerely and repeatedly apologising and he was just very, very amused with you. He didn’t seem to mind at all—what an odd man.

“It’s all good.” Sebastian chuckled lowly, wrapping the mortified looking past you in a one armed shoulder hug and squeezing you to him. Lizzie seemed to be trying to trade a very obvious eye message with you—the audience shrieked and screamed in the background.

Another clip began: its was you and Scarlett Johansson doing a trust fall thing, you thought (correctly).

“Scarlett I swear. .” You giggled, looking over your shoulder at the woman behind you—she grinned back at you amusedly, her eyes twinkling.

“Calm down.” She laughed herself. “I’ll catch you don’t worry, gorgeous.”

Still slightly overcome with nervous giggles, you turned and let out a breath as you shut your eyes before holding at your arms and falling back.

And catch you she definitely did—although her hands didn’t exactly land in a PG-13 area, you cackled as you watched her hands grope at your chest to pull you up. In the video, you were also wheezing as were the crew and Scarlett had a cheeky little smirk as she laughed.

When you were finally standing, she gave one last squeeze before finally letting go—on screen you was breathless with giggles.

“Always wanted to do that.” She shrugged simply with a large amused smile.

The next clip began—it was Zendaya and Tom Holland on LADBible, playing that how much do you agree or not game. The statement said was ‘Y/N Y/L/N is everyone‘s celebrity crush’.

Instantly, Tom and Zendaya moved their cups to strongly agree, both of them nodding in solid agreement with the statement: presently, you awed at your friends, ego very much boosted. Well. To be fair, all of this video was massively boosting your ego.

“I mean, come on.” Zendaya made a ‘duh’ face and shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s Y/N.” Tom smiled crookedly, adding onto her comment.

“I am so happy I get to now say that she’s one of my closest friends.” Zendaya beamed genuinely. “She’s—one of those people whose beauty isn’t just an external thing, she’s so lovely man.” She pouted, in awe of you.

Watching the video, you beamed back at her.

The clip changed: Mark Ruffalo was on the Graham Norton show, next to Nicki Minaj and an actor you couldn’t place.

“Who would you say your favourite co-star has ever been, Mark?” Graham inquired.

“I—i would probably have to go with Y/N—“ The crowd instantly erupted into cheers and yells and Nicki smiled next to him, stating that she loved you under the sound of cheering. Mark grinned back at her, mumbling ‘me too’.

“Yeah, she’s a hell of an actress, that one. So easy to work with. Funny as f—hell, she’s just—an extremely genuine and kind person, and she really brings the energy on set.” Mark grinned. “..she’s also the only free pass my wife has ever given me. Which I won’t be using! Because I don’t believe in cheating, it’s scummy! Even though she’s gorgeous—anyone would be lucky!” He had to rise to a shout at the end as the audience erupted.

Nicki giggled next to him, “me personally, I would use that pass.”

You gasped in laughter as you watched the screen, screen-recording it all so you could go back and watch it. Saving it to your folder titled PISSING MY PANTS HRLP

The clip changed yet again, showing a scene from the Winter Solider BTS. You and Sebastian were filming a scene where he had to shoot your character—you watched the ‘Winter Solider’ shoot your character multiple times making you go down with an agonised yell, crawling away from him.

As soon as CUT was yelled, Sebastian’s face dropped from his stone cold (wintery) expression and he raced to you, crouching next to you. He practically tugged you into his lap on the floor, holding you.

“Oh my fuck that—that just felt so real, Y/n. You know I would never hurt you right?” He asked, blinking repeatedly before a small smirk fell on his lips. “You’re way too pretty to injure doll. Can’t ruin your perfect face.”

On screen you huffed in mock anger, hiding an amused grin as you shoved at him—he still held you close to him though, so both of you fell backwards and burst into giggles.

You literally thought ‘I ship them’ as you watched the clip of Sebastian and yourself, forgetting that was you for a moment.

Another clip started up—another behind the scenes. It was you and Tom Hiddleston in Thor : Ragnarok. In the scene Loki was tied down to the chair and your character was meant to intimidate him—you watched yourself take out your character’s daggers and lean forward into his space. One leg leaned up on top of the arm of the chair, sliding one dagger just a hair above the skin of his neck while using the over the move his chin up to be angled to you as you mockingly smiled down at him.

You said your line as your character but Tom remained silent, mouth parted and eyes widened as he gazed up at you—speech failing him. (You knew that they actually decided to include this awestruck look in the movie—the amount of fucking edits you’d seen was unreal).

Eyebrows crinkling you nudged your knee into his chest and he snapped out of it, grabbing your knee in a gentle grip. “Sorry darling, words sometimes seem to fail me in your presence.” He muttered rather hoarsely, still staring up at you.

“I don’t fucking blame him.” Tessa Thompson murmured from behind you both, and the camera moved to show her staring at you in a similar awe.

Present time, you could barely hide your smirk. Literally the biggest ego boost. Of all time.

Again, the clip changed and it was now Natalie Portman looking gorgeous on a carpet event, being interviewed—“if you could have Jane explore another romance than Thor, who would it be and why?”

“Y/N!” Natalia enthused immediately. “Well—her character, but like. Both. Either. One for me, one for Jane. That—would be great. And why? Come on! She’s an absolutely beautiful woman, inside and out. She has this outward glow that you literally cannot and don’t want to look away from and that reflects so much in her personality—once you’ve interacted with her one time, you never want to stop. Ever. I’m not kidding.” She giggled.

Another clip started up quickly—a blooper of you and Chris Evans. In this scene, your characters were meant to kiss after an angsty, angry argument. You stormed into the frame, into the bedroom, completely in character—an angry expression on and ready to go at Steve.

Before you could even let out a single syllable to begin your lines, Chris immediately surged forward and took your face in his hands, kissing the living daylights out of you.

You both pulled back after a bit and you just started at him, questioningly (that kiss was probably one of your best ever, let it be known, Chris Evans was a fantastic kisser).

“I—I thought It’d be good for the scene. .” Chris trailed off bashfully, scratching the base of his neck, literally pulling the excuse out of his arse. In actuality, he hadn’t wanted to spare a moment of the scene where he could be kissing you, well, not doing so.

“Bull!” Scarlett exclaimed as she materialised in the doorway. “He just wanted to kiss you.” She told you, pointedly looking at the man.

“Yeah—i—“ He huffed a defeated sigh, pink-cheeked. “I’ve got nothing. She’s right.”

In hindsight, you thought to yourself, you should probably stop being so shocked when the fanbase starts shipping you with your costars.

The clip changed: now it was you, Elizabeth and Aaron on a carpet event together—all being interviewed at the same time.

“So, Y/n, how does it feel to be in a Maximoff twin sandwich right now?” The interviewer giggled happily, smiling.

Before you could open you’re mouth—“we’re really enjoying it.” Lizzie and Aaron replied at the same time.

The interview gaped and you simply rolled your eyes as the two smirked at either side of you, they’d been talking in sync ever since you’d first met them at the table reading.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t why?” Aaron grinned crookedly. “A beautiful, lovely woman in between us. Honestly, love, there’s not a thought in my head besides you.” He joked, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“I completely support that.” Lizzie chirped in, “ever since I’ve met this gorgeous lady who i now acknowledge as my partner in everything—she’s taken up all of the room in my brain, and I couldn’t be happier.” She giggled, putting her arm around your waist.

In the middle of them both, with an arm over your shoulder and one around your waist—you simply sighed, sparing the giddy interviewer an exaggerated suffering expression.

Again, the clip switched—it was now another blooper of you in the Iron Man movie, the scene where you handed Tony’s arse to him in the boxing ring. Instead of acting as scripted, Gwen Paltrow got up from her seat and strode over to the boxing ring, stepping inside gracefully and planting one right on your lips.

Presently, you giggled as you thought back to this moment. Gwen was your impulsive queen. Your idol.

From the floor, RDJ squawked in shock, exclaiming about being cheated and betrayed and Gwen flung her stiletto off her foot at him without moving from your lips.

When she finally did, she simply smiled at you kindly, “you just looked so good that I couldn’t not kiss you, sweets.” She shrugged and you, on screen, laughed at her as you leaned back in to kiss her cheek.

(Unfortunately the scene was not included in the movie—but Gwen never wasted an opportunity to talk about it, and you, if the chance arose).

The clip moved onto another one—back to the Thor : Ragnarok movie, you and Heimdall were fighting together, however you missed a step in your stunt and ended up stumbling. Idris immediately caught you with a steady arm around your waist, full you to him so you could stabilise yourself.

You smiled up at him thankfully, squeezing his arm in gratitude (totally not because you’d just wanted to feel his bicep).

You watched as your on screen self get distracted again and Idris murmured to Tom who’d now appeared next to him, “I feel like it’s dishonourable how much I want her to fall so I can catch her again now.”

“Mate, trust me,” Tom laughed, “I completely understand. But she doesn’t need the rescuing.”

“That she does not.” Both men smiled fondly as they watched you.

Presently, you were actively refusing to blush.

A different clip started up—Florence Pugh was being interviewed, looking breathtaking in her green dress. “—did you take anything from set?” The interviewer was asking, smiling at Florence.

“Um—not much, just Y/n’s heart.” Florence immediately cracked up at her own joke, smiling widely. “And her underwear too.” She added.

The interviewer opened her mouth to say something more, giggling at Florence as she continued speaking: “and before you ask, no. I wouldn’t be selling, for any price. Finders keepers and all that shite—plus, she’s my girl, so. That rule applies even more so. No one else can take her heart. Or her pants.”

Watching your friend, you giggled at her cheesy smile at her words before getting distracted by your group chat, where multiple of your friends and co-starts had seen your message and were now responding. Your laughter increased tenfold as you opened the thread.