#lord I swear I will no longer be stupid ever again

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Tell Me A Story

Bucky Barnes x reader (male)

Summary: Drabble based on this prompt: One person has been on the waiting list to check out a library book for months. The other person has the long-overdue book. The two coincidentally meet one day at the library.

Warnings- Some swearing

Word count- almost 2k

Author's Note- I liked this prompt then hated it then liked it again lmao

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“I’m sorry, sir…” The librarian sighs with an apologetic smile as you walk into the library. They had been dealing with your incessance for the past month- or longer, “We still haven't gotten the book back yet.”

The fact that they recognized you upon entry might have been more off putting, but it made your day go by much smoother. Not needing to go through the whole process of checking if the book you wanted was here yet… you'd take that even if it meant being known as that guy.

You had taken maybe all of ten steps into the library, it smelled heavily of parchment, ink, and that vague people smell. And goddamn it was one of your favorite things ever. Though, it was unfortunately paired with one of your  least favorite phrases ever-  it’s not in yet.

“Oh are you shittin’ me?” You grumble under your breath, tugging off your gloves as you walk towards the main desk. Your face was chilled from the brisk late autumn/early winter air. There were flurries starting outside and all you fucking wanted was the stupid Hobbit book.

It was a tradition you didn't even realize you had started with yourself. Right after Halloween, you devoted the following week to rereading the Hobbit. It started after your second year in college, you read the book by recommendation from a professor and just kept rereading it at the same time every year since. By that point, you had seen the movie plus all of the Lord of The Rings movies, but the books had evaded you. 

“Any updates, at least?” You sigh out, leaning your forearms against the high counters of the librarians desk, gloves loosely clutched in your hand. Sure, you could probably buy the book in just about any store… but that would most definitely ruin the experience for you. It was silly to think, but there was something about borrowing it from a library, a book used and loved by countless others before you, and curling up on your couch to read it in just a week that was absolutely heavenly for you.

The librarian shook their head ‘no’, causing you to dejectedly sigh and steal a quick glance around the main room, “The person who has it checked out is very overdue, unfortunately,” they laughed as they pulled up the book information on the computer in front of them.

“Yeah,” you dryly chuckle, trying not to misplace your unhappiness onto the worker who was just doing their damn job, they were probably just as annoyed by the delay as you were, “It was already a week overdue by the time I went to reserve it.”

You pulled your lips into a thin lined smile, slapping the desk lightly as you took a step back to leave.

Maybe you should just go to the bookstore, bite the bullet and just buy the damn thing. Then your new tradition could be digging it out of storage every year along with all your holiday decorations and -- “Oof-!”

“Oh, ‘m bad, sorry,” a deep voice mumbled from behind you. 

You had been so lost in your own thoughts you hadn't been paying attention to anything around you, and you just backed completely into some random guy. Nice going, idiot.

“Sorry, man,” you quickly say back, swiveling around instinctively holding out a hand towards him to make sure he hadn't fallen or something.

But… god, there was no way he would've fallen. No matter how quickly you backed into him. The man was at least 6’ tall, broad shoulders and seemingly built like a brickhouse. It might've just been the hoodie/jacket combo that added to his mass, but something in you said that the clothes were just accentuating how much he actually had.

You didn't even realize you had been staring at the man, he was walking just a few steps towards your left to the book return spot, and you wouldn't have snapped out of your trance unless you caught a glimpse of the book he had.

The Hobbit.

… this mother fu-

“Hey!” The librarian said with a cheery grin, holding out their hand for the book instead of letting him drop it into the return area, “Looks like we do have it after all!”

The man doesn't really have a reaction as he hands them the book, seeming more confused than anything else. He glanced at you and gave you a slight smile - a smirk? Maybe?

“Y-you…” You started to mumble out, eyes locked on your prize as the librarian scans it.

“Been waiting for it long?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck as he also watches his book getting checked in. There was a slightly embarrassed blush across his cheeks, or it could be from the cold perhaps. He swiftly pulled out his wallet to pay the overdue fee, which was probably a decent amount by this point.

“Just over a month,” you huff out, stepping to the side to let him pay as the librarian reads out the amount he owes.

You knew you shouldn't really say anything, you’d finally get the book you'd been looking for and could fulfil this little tradition you had, "Could've returned it sooner,” You mindlessly comment.

Immediate regret sinks in, you press your lips firmly together and stare sheepishly at the countertop. It was the holiday season and you were being pissy about an overdue book.

But the man didn't seem too put off by your comment, he just chuckled and gave a half hearted shrug as he tucked his card back into his wallet. It was a black card, you noticed.

So this fucker had basically infinite money and was still unable to return a damn book on time?

“I should’ve, you're right,” He admitted simply, glancing at you as he leaned against the counter. He was getting comfortable, almost like he was analyzing your moves the same way he’d analyze a book. It forced you to step closer to him to get the book checked out.

“But, in my defense,” He adds, glancing at you with a hint of a smirk on his lips. It was hard to see his face since he had a hat tugged over his head, but you could tell he had a light beard and longer brown hair, “I never have to deal with anyone else impatiently waiting for it.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, but the realization that you finally had your book was lifting your spirits more and more. You couldn't help the softer smile that overcame you as you worked to get out your library card, the familiar worn out cover of the book filled you with a simple kind of warmth.

“Its… its just this stupid tradition I have,” you explain, holding your card under the reader while the librarian stamps the inner book cover, “I read it the same time every year.”

He nodded, almost reverently as if the book was just as important to him. Which, it might be, you don't know. You notice his lingering gaze on the book, “Good tradition.” He simply comments.

You also nodded, feeling a little less embarrassed by your attachment to the book. You were both quiet as you took the book from the librarian, you held it tightly. The worn cover felt familiar against your fingers and palm, still slightly warm since it had been hot potatoed between people. 

“You… you like the book, at least?" You finally mustered up the courage to actually speak directly to him. You hold up the book, taking a few steps away from the counter if someone else needs the checkout desk. The sudden feeling of sheepishness that had settled in your body was something you hadn't expected. Your heart beat a little faster, a little harder, and you were grateful for the book to hold onto so that your hands didn't fidget.

The man followed you, a bigger grin across his lips as he nodded enthusiastically, “Oh, yeah! It’s a great book. I- I’ve read it a bunch of times,” He admits, locking eyes with you.

He shifted on his feet a few times, maybe jitters that matched your own, or the chill from the outside as he tried to get his blood pumping again.

“I’m… I’m sorry for, uh, keepin’ it checked out for so long,” He mutters again, turning his head to look away from you.

You softly smiled, lightly tapping the book against his arm, not noticing the distinct sound of metal, “I know I sounded a little pissed, but it’s not really a big deal. I’m, uhm, sorry I overreacted.” You were still feeling bad. This man had been nothing but kind and you clearly woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

“You had the right to be pissed,” He snorted. There was a beat of silence between the two of you. You crossed your arms lightly over your chest, and he mirrored it a moment later.

“Uhm, what's- uh, what's that tradition you were talking about?” the man stuttered out. You would call it flustered, but you wern't about to get ahead of yourself.

“Uh, right,” You say, your voice was a little more airy than usual, “It’s, it’s nothing crazy,” You look down at the book in your hand, then back to him, “In college a teacher had me read it, and I just liked it so much I kept reading it in mid November, gets me in the holiday mood for some reason.”

The word November made the man suck in air through his teeth, he shoots you a sheepish smile, “I hope early December is good enough?” He teases.

“December is definitely fine, don't worry…” You trail off, looking at him expectantly for his name. This mystery man who had been harboring your book wasn't goin to stay a mystery to you for much longer.

“James- ah- Bucky. Everyone calls me Bucky,” He quickly offers, his smile growing a bit more. The way his eyes widened with excitement reminded you of a dog. He prompts you for your name nd when you tell him he repeats it back softly. Like he was testing how it sounded.

“...I like that name,” Bucky whispers.

Normally, the unrestrained smile on you face, the heat in your cheeks, and the butterflies in your stomach would make you recoil. But feeling them for Bucky felt more right than wrong. Hell, it didn't feel wrong at all.

And maybe that's why you felt bold. Maybe it was the relief of getting your book that prompted your next move… maybe it was the holiday spirit.

“It’d look a lot better in your phone,” You confidently say, for once your shaky voice didn't betray you. You hold out your hand, nodding slightly for him to give you his phone.

Bucky quickly pulled out his phone, not once taking his eyes off of you, like you'd disappear if he did. You had to bite back the laugh at how may times he nearly dropped his phone as he fishes it out for you.

Once you get it, you punch in your number and name. You hand it back to him, catching a glimpse at the time, which tells you you need to get going. You clumsily gave your excuse, waving to him briefly as you turned to make your way out of the library. With your back to him, you didn't need to hide the goofy smile that had been making your face ache the entire time. 

It wasn't until you were about a block away, huddled in your coat with your hands buried in your pockets to hide from the chill, you then felt your phone vibrate. Checking the message from the nameless number made your heart soar.

Youre right, it does look good. But the phrase “Want to grab coffee sometime?” might be better. -Bucky

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[elstoy]

um your writing is so fucking good i’m nervous 🏃🏾‍♀️

okay i think ellie would wear her strap out in public and one day reader would decide to give her a handy like- half joking but ellie actually LOVES it. like her eyes cloud over instantly and she’s spreading her legs for more

if you could do something with that i’d be forever in your debt

if you can’t i still thank you sm for your time 🙏🏾🫶🏾

she’d be kinda shy at first but seeing your palm on her shaft makes her heart skip a beat lord!!!!!

this would probably occur in one of the first time she has ever worn her cock out in public so she’s extra nervous. what absolutely doesn’t help her nerves, is how it keeps rubbing against her crotch and how you keep damn eyeing her little bulge!!!

she’d be blushy and so awkward, frantic whispers like “babe stop gawking at it…” “jeez people are gonna see, stop looking at my dick!!!!” “seriously, babe, m’never doing this again” as if it doesn’t turn her on to see your gaze drop down and your all knowing smile every two secs. rolls eyes.

it all starts when you tell her you gotta pee in the middle of lunch at an all american diner. usually, you’d go alone, but you’re begging her to come with you this time. she obliges out of innocence but has no idea what you plan to do in there. honestly, neither did you, but you just had to… touch it, for some reason. so you fondle her everywhere, squeezing her butt and making her squirm, then pressing your palm atop the bulge. she winces like you just touched her cunt in the middle of a public speech.

“baaaabe” she complains but that reddish blush gives her in. you keep toying with it above her baggy jeans, pressing it and releasing it and running your fingertips on its length. you’re giggling, she did too at first, but now ellie’s fully panting.

“i know you’re playing but this isn’t…”

you unbutton her jeans. you’re no longer giggling too.

“a game”, she breathes.

if it’s extra thick, so your palm doesn’t close all the way it makes her size kink go brrr. because as much as you love her hands she loves yours a billion times more. especially if they’re perfectly manicured, acrylics and all… you spit on your palm and smear it on her tip as u look at her like this “🥺” and her hips immediately buck like a middle schooler getting his first handy.

“wanna play with it” you murmur against her neck. her fine hairs rise, this has definitely unlocked… something.

you move your hand slow, up and down, not failing to keep eye contact with ellie for a second. her lids close, eyebrows furrow, lips forming a near pout. maybe she grew a phantom dick, or maybe it’s the pressure of the base against her clit, but she swears a pool of sweet sleek forms right below her slit.

“you’re so s-s-stupid… this isn’t funny… soooo, good” ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[storiesforallfandoms]

freedom ~ oberyn martell;game of thrones

part one

word count: 2608

request?: a single person asked if there would be a part two so yes?

description: in which she finally gets to enjoy her freedom with the man she loves

pairing: oberyn martell x female!reader

warnings: swearing, use of y/n, lil bit of dirty talk from oberyn teehee

masterlist (one, two, three)

The sun shining in through the open window stirred her from her sleep. She wasn't sure what time it was, but judging by how groggy she felt, she had definitely been asleep for a very long time. It was the first night since the evening before Joffrey's wedding that she had slept in an actual bed.

(Y/N) and Oberyn's plan had gone way better than she was expecting. She did as Oberyn told her and packed one bag of her most essential things. Oberyn had one of his men take it to the carriage so that non of Cersei's servants would catch (Y/N) doing it. She sat through the ceremony with the best fake smile pained on her face the entire time. The second the ceremony ended, (Y/N) slipped away while Cersei was distracted and they started their journey back to Dorne immediately.

It was a long journey spanning a number of days. They only stopped to rest a handful of times as Oberyn insisted on going for as long as the horses could stand so the risk of being caught by the Lannister men that Cersei was undoubtably going to send after them. (Y/N) was tense the entire time and wasn't able to relax until they reached Dorne.

Oberyn's brother, Prince Doran, was waiting for them when their carriage arrived. Oberyn had just stepped out when Doran said, "We received a message from King's Landing about the kidnapped Lannister girl."

"I kidnapped no one," Oberyn said. "She came with me willingly because she was being terribly abused by the Queen."

"The former Queen," (Y/N) corrected as she stepped out beside Oberyn. "Now that Joffrey is wed, Cersei is no longer Queen." She turned to Doran and curtsied. "My Lord."

Doran nodded in response. "Lady (Y/N). We hoped my brother wasn't so stupid as to kidnap a Lannister the day of the young kind's wedding."

"What Oberyn says is true. I have come with him of my own free will to escape my sister. She is claiming my capture so that y ou will send me back to her and will punish Oberyn so he cannot come for me again. I do not wish to go back, not ever. I will attest to this myself to my family back in King's Landing if you wish."

Doran looked between the two of them. He took a deep breath and said, "They will come."

"I will speak to them," (Y/N) insisted. "They cannot take me by force."

"They will not take her by force," Oberyn interjected.

Doran nodded. "I pledge my full support to you. I just hope you know what you are doing, brother."

Oberyn had brought her to a room that would be her own for the time being. He had promised her they would share a bed in due time, but he would not do so until they were properly courted. She would have argued further, but she was so tired and her body was aching from the long carriage ride, so all she wanted was to lay down in a soft bed.

Now that she was waking up from such a long slumber, it took a few moment for her to remember where she was. When she did remember, she smiled to herself. She was so giddy with happiness to finally be free and not feel so stuck and trapped in Westeros anymore.

A knock came at the door. She beckoned for them to come in, thinking (or rather hoping) that it was Oberyn. she was surprised when a lady she did not recognize stepped into her room.

"I am sorry for the intrusion, my lady," the woman said, bowing to (Y/N). "My name is Kenziah. I will be your handmaiden. I was told to come prepare you for a meeting in the Prince's throne room."

"Has something happened?" (Y/N) asked.

"Your father arrived early this morning, my lady. He requested a meeting with you and both Princes."

(Y/N) was quick to get out of bed and allow Kenziah to dress her. She tried to keep a brave face as she was led to Prince Doran's throne room. Doran was sat on his own throne while Oberyn was stood next to him. A tall figure was back on to (Y/N) as she walked in, but she didn't need him to turn around to recognize who it was.

Tywin Lannister looked down at his daughter as she entered the room. "My daughter, you have caused quite a disturbance."

"So I have heard," (Y/N) said. "I apologize if I disrupted Joffrey's wedding day. That was not my plan. Truthfully, I did not think Cersei would even notice my absence."

"You severely underestimate your sister then."

(Y/N) brushed past her father to stand next to Oberyn. She held her head high as she addressed Tywin, "I know what Cersei has tried to say about my disappearance. I am saying to you, father, that I willingly left with Oberyn to come to Dorne. I am not under any sort of duress, and I will not be returning to King's Landing with you."

Tywin raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" (Y/N) nodded. "King Joffrey could order for your return."

"He would have to come take her himself," Doran cut in. "But he would have to go through the Dorne army."

"Are you threatening the king?" Tywin asked.

"No, I am protecting one of my own."

(Y/N) glanced between Tywin and Doran. Oberyn was silent beside her, but he had moved closer, protectively. For the first time in her life, (Y/N) actually felt cared for and safe.

Tywin's gaze moved to his daughter. "Is this truly your wish, my child? To stay in Dorne with the young prince?"

"I cannot go back to that palace, father. It was my prison, and I have finally escaped from it. I will not return to King's Landing willingly, and if you try to force me, I will fight back to the best of my abilities."

Tywin nodded. "I cannot force you to do anything against your will, (Y/N)."

"Will you tell Cersei that?"

To her surprise, Tywin nodded again. "If this is what you truly want, then no one else shall bother you while you're here."

(Y/N) bowed her head. "Thank you father."

Tywin paused a moment as he started to leave. (Y/N) wondered if he would say anything more. But he merely nodded to Doran and Oberyn before turning to leave the room. When he was gone, (Y/N) finally allowed her body to relax. Oberyn took her into his arms and kissed the top of her head.

"You are officially free, little lion."

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(Y/N) was sat in front of a mirror as Kenziah braided her hair. It had been a full day since she had arrived and she was already feeling more at home than she ever had in King's Landing. Oberyn had sent Dornish clothes for her to wear, and she was currently wearing one that was a similar color to the robe Oberyn had been wearing when they first met.

Now that she had been able to properly settle in after their long journey and Twyin's visit, Oberyn had called for (Y/N) to meet him outside of Water Gardens, their palace. She had a feeling she knew what this meeting was about, and the thought alone made her very giddy.

"You are trembling, my lady," Kenziah said. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Kenziah, thank you," (Y/N) said. "I am just feeling nervous to see Oberyn is all."

"Nervous? But you seemed very fond of him before."

"I am fond of him! I guess nervous may be the wrong word. I feel a number of things about seeing him, because I know he will likely ask me to be his wife today. He said when we returned to Dorne that he would court me and make me his wife."

Kenziah smiled. "He does seem to feel very strongly for you, my lady. I see the way he looks at you."

(Y/N) smiled to herself as well. She had noticed the ways in which Oberyn looked at her, and every time it made her melt a little. She had never felt so infatuated with anyone before. The thought of being so close to him asking her to marry him made her insides feel fuzzy and warm.

When Kenziah finished braiding her hair, she placed a few flowers in the braids. "There, all finished."

(Y/N) moved to look at her hair in the mirror. She was almost surprised by the reflection looking back at her. She looked so beautiful, and she felt it, too. It was almost as if she was meant to be in Dorne, she just had to find a way to get there.

"Thank you, Kenziah," she said.

"You're welcome, my lady."

When she was sure she was ready, Kenziah brought (Y/N) to where Oberyn was waiting for her. He looked just as handsome as ever, almost glowing under the Dornish sun as he looked out at a pond below them. When she approached, he turned to her and smiled.

"You look beautiful, my little lion," he said. He took her hand in his and raised it to his lips, pressing a light kiss on her knuckles. It sent a spark through her entire body and made her hand feel like it was tingling.

"Thank you," she said. "I really love the clothes you sent for me. Dorian wear is so much nicer than what I had back in the palace."

"It suits you better, too. Like you were meant to wear it."

(Y/N) was smiling so much her cheeks were hurting. Oberyn beckoned for her to come closer. She did, moving as close to him as she could dare. She gasped when he put his hands on her hips and moved her so that she was stood right in front of him. His body was pressing against her backside, and she felt like she was weak in the knees from the feeling.

"I wanted to show you what I was looking at," he told her, his mouth dangerously close to her ear. He pointed towards the pond. "Just down there."

She was having a hard time concentrating on what it was he was trying to show her. His closeness was making her very dizzy. But she tried her best and managed to make her eyes focus on the pond. It was full of children, splashing around and laughing. She wasn't quite sure what he was trying to show her, until she spotted a familiar young girl with a head full of blonde hair.

She gasped. "Myrcella."

Myrcella was Cersei's middle child, and only daughter. Cersei adored Myrcella more than (Y/N) had seen her adore anyone in her life. When she had been sent away to Dorne to be a bride to Doran's son, Trystane, Cersei was practically inconsolable. It was the only time (Y/N) had ever seen weakness from her sister.

But Myrcella was also much different than her mother, or her older brother for that matter. She had a heart of gold and she cared very much for the people around her. That included (Y/N), much to Cersei's displeasure. (Y/N) loved her niece dearly. She had almost abandoned hope of ever seeing her again.

"She has been taken care of here," Oberyn assured (Y/N). "We will wait until she and my nephew come of age before they wed. Until then, she gets to live the life of a child."

"Why are you telling me this?" (Y/N) asked. While she was definitely glad to see her niece, this was not where she expected this conversation to go.

"She spoke very highly of you. Ever since she arrived, she has voiced how much she has missed her mother and her aunt. I can tell she is not like her mother, so I figured seeing her would be a welcome surprise."

With his hands still on her waist, Oberyn spun (Y/N) around so that she was facing him. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their bodies were still pressed so close together. (Y/N) found herself feeling something she had never felt before; a tingling sensation between her legs. Looking up into Oberyn's eyes, she wanted nothing more than to start kissing him, and to beg for him to touch her and make the feeling go away.

She had a feeling that he would know exactly how to pleasure her, and that thought made her feel even more weak.

"I want you to be happy here," he told her.

"I am happy," she assured him. "As long as I am with you, I can't be happier. You have saved me, Oberyn. Truly."

He smiled. "And I am glad that I have."

When he lowered his head towards her, (Y/N) wasted no time in closing the space between them. She kissed him so deeply that she made herself dizzy by doing it. His hands had moved from her waist to the small of her back, holding her to him. She could've stayed like this forever if that were possible.

When he broke away, she inadvertently let out a whine. He chuckled at her desperate sound. "I will kiss you as much as you wish, my little lion. But first, I do have a promise to keep."

He stepped away from her. Her body suddenly felt cold without him so close. He held her hands in his and looked deeply into her eyes as he spoke, "I told you that when we arrived to Dorne, I would properly court you and wed you. I believe I have successfully courted you already, so that just leaves us with one last step."

"Yes," (Y/N) blurted. Oberyn was amused by her outburst. "If it was not obvious, I very much want to marry you, Oberyn."

"I had a feeling," he teased. "I spoke with my brother already to get his blessing as well. We will have the wedding in a few days time."

"Can we do it now instead?"

Oberyn shook his head, an amused smile on his face. "My dear, sweet little lion. You must have patience. You must know what it takes to put a wedding together, especially one for people of royal blood such as us. Besides, I do not think you should wish to rush into marriage this quickly."

(Y/N) furrowed her brows at him. "Why?"

He stepped closer to her again. He leaned into her ear and dropped his voice to say, "Because once we are wed, I no longer have to worry about defiling your innocence. I may keep you in my bed for many days and nights before I decide to let you have a break from me, and even then I may only decide that because you are carrying my child."

(Y/N) stumbled a little and Oberyn was quick to catch her.

"You are mistaken, my love," she told him. "That only makes me wish for us to be married much sooner."

Oberyn cupped her face and pulled her for a kiss.

"I promise, my little lion, I will make the wait worth it," he said. "For now, you will just have to settle for stolen kisses."

"I will take anything as long as it is from you."

They kissed once more, and (Y/N) finally got to revel in the fact that she was finally getting her own happy ending.

[onewingeddove444]

★How the bachelors would react if they accidentally made you cry

word count: 1.1k

Alex:

-would probably not even notice you're crying at first

-his expression would change so quickly

-😀😦

-kind of knew he had it coming though, since a lot of the stuff that flies out of his mouth is....well😇

-would IMMEDIATELY start taking the blame, saying things like "nahhh i didn't actually mean that i lied haha no idea why i said that i'm so stupid" ((starts blaming it on his hormones being affected by working out or something😭😭))

-hesitates at first, but pulls you into the tightest embrace you've ever felt ngl probably hurts a little lol

-his way of apologising to you is saying "you can punch me as hard as you want, i deserve it!!!!"

-starts treating you like royalty for another month, to the point where it becomes annoying

-every time you bring it up, even as a joke, he basically drops to his knees and starts apologising all over again

Elliott:

-if you thought this man was already dramatic as it is....lord🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

-would try to be cool about it, while in his head he's already pressing a dagger to his neck, saying that he has now betrayed his heart and doesn't want to go on any longer

-the moment he sees tears flowing down your face, the only word able to come out of his mouth is a soft "no, no, no..."

-he'd probably start crying with you😭😭😭

-starts whispering the most loving and kind things about yourself into your ear

-literally compares you to the most breathtaking images you could ever envision

-alternative scenario, where he just drops to the floor and starts begging for your forgiveness, even though what he said wasn't really that bad

-after that, he checks up on you every 5 minutes, to make sure you're not upset with him

-would swear on his life and soul to never hurt you again ((mind you it was never that serious😭))

-writes you so many short poems...atp they just become a whole book

Harvey:

-man....😭

-probably hurts him more than it does you lmao

-you crying would be too much for him already...but crying because of him?? ouuu

-is ready to completely retract what he said, even if he's absolutely right, that just doesn't matter to him anymore

-he just stands there for a good amount of time, since he really doesn't know how to deal with these kinds of emotions

-this might just be the first time this man has made someone cry because...let's be fr☠️

-would do that thing where he cups your cheeks and wipes your tears with his thumbs ((after that he's kinda clueless though😭))

-this literally being his worst nightmare...in his eyes hurting you is the equivalent of failing as a partner...and he's not really allowed to fail too often🙁

-would wait 30 years until you're not upset with him ((it takes you exactly 1 minute btw)), and after that it's flowers delivered to your doorstep every day of the week

-even if it were to be a one-time occurrence, he would NEVER EVER forget it, and he would always justify spoiling you with it ((using the 4 cents he makes from the clinic👎))

Sam:

-he is not that smart when it comes to verbalising thoughts please forgive him

-says things like "aw man you're crying😔😔😔😭😭“

-if he's holding a drink or eating something, he offers it to you, even if there's a single bite/sip left of it

-refuses to smile until he's 100% sure you've forgiven him, otherwise he just looks like this: :--(

-low-key fighting for his life not to pull out his phone and google "how to comfort crying person wikihow"

-once you tell him that it's okay between you two bro gets jolly, running around in circles, giggling, twirling his hair and laying down kicking his feet up

-the thing he did that upset you could've been minor, but that still doesn't stop him from saying "man...😔🤦 i'm so glad this chapter is behind us now.." like okay???😭😭😭 ((bonus points if he describes this as a "rough patch" in your relationship))

-tries making something for you after, fails miserably, resorts to showing you cool skateboard tricks he learned off of youtube

-learns his lesson and actually thinks more before he says something ((to the best of his ability))

-promises to write a song about your love and go platinum ((shows it to sebastian and gets banned from writing lyrics for the band forever))

Sebastian:

-freezes immediately

-literally unable to get a single word out, what is he supposed to do in his situation😭

-manages to whisper "i didn't mean..." and proceeds to go quiet after that

-he's been living a sheltered life for a very long time, so he's really scared that whatever he says it will only hurt you even more

-you can definitely see his expression change...not only does it soften but he looks UPSET upset, mostly with himself

-pulls you into a hug, hoping that it'll help a little bit ((it does, bro seems like a good hugger))

-asks you if there's anything he can do to cheer you up, and let me tell you he'd really do anything

-does not let you go for the rest of the day, having his arm wrapped around you, holding your hand, even if it's just the pinky fingers touching

-you have to keep reassuring him that it's okay now, he literally hits you with the "are you sure you're not mad at me?" every 3 seconds just to make sure you guys are good🙏

-lets you touch whatever you want in his room, i'm talking elementary school pictures, old sketchbooks, it's all yours, no matter how humiliating

Shane:

-um...uh😭🙅‍♀️

-yeah he is PISSED he's made you cry, he might've been mean when he first saw you, but now??? that is just not allowed in his mind idc

-jumps to self-deprecation immediately, talking about how he's an asshole, how he always fucks things up (🙁)

-just takes the whole blame on himself, no problem with that

-kind of saw this happening in the nearest future, that man does not have a very good opinion of himself let's be honest😭

-you could tell him you forgive him and he'd be like "nah don't do that wtf i don't deserve it😔"

-doesn't try comforting you at first, since he just assumes that you might never want to see him again

-but after the dust settles he reassures you that he's going to do everything to make sure this doesn't happen again

-sends you musty frozen pizza in the mail in retaliation (sigh🙁)

-would love to pretend this never happened, but making you cry really took a hit on his self-esteem, however it also made him think about how to be the best partner you can have

[serpentandlily]

Untouchable Part IX Teaser

Untouchable - Azriel x Rhysand'sSister!Reader

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“I’m not waiting any longer,” Azriel growled at his High Lord. “I’m leaving. Now.”

Both Azriel and Rhysand looked worse for wear. Rhys’s face was littered with bruises and cuts and Azriel was sure he looked no better. But he didn’t care. All he cared about right now was that his mate was in the hands of that fucking sorcerer and he was going to rip that male apart limb by limb for ever thinking he could take her.

“We need to think this through, Az,” Feyre pleaded. “If you rush in, you’ll end up dead and be of no help to Y/n.”

Azriel’s hands tightened into fists. These past two days had been hell. Once Rhys had misted the Prince in the clearing, he had winnowed the three of them back to Velaris—to start planning their rescue mission.

He hadn’t even gotten two words out before Azriel pounced on him. He could barely remember those first few hours after she had been taken. All he knew was the anger he felt—the rage. The mating bond snapping into place. The bargain breaking. And her…his love being taken away from him, his heart and soul with her. 

And Rhys, the fucking asshole, had been at the center of his anger. For making him agree to that bargain with him in the first place. For making him stay away from her—his mate.

It had taken Cassian, Mor and Feyre to pull them apart that day. 

He had stopped starting fights with Rhys but his anger still pulsed under his skin, ready to strike at a moment's notice. 

"We've had plenty of time to think,” Azriel snapped at his High Lady, causing Rhys’s head to shoot up with a warning glare. 

“Watch your tone,” Rhys bit back at him.

“Fuck you, Rhys!” Azriel slammed his scarred hands down on the desk between them. “I’m going and I swear to the Gods if you try to stop me, I’ll rip your throat out!” 

“No, fuck you, Azriel!” Rhys yelled, standing up to his full height. “Stop acting as if you’re the only one affected by this! She was my sister long before she was your mate! Maybe if you hadn’t gone behind my back—” 

“Maybe if you hadn’t made us make that stupid bargain with you in the first place, we would’ve never had to! I could’ve had centuries with her. You stole all those years from us!” 

The second the bond snapped between him and his mate, Azriel swore he lived a whole lifetime. A whole lifetime they hadn’t been afforded. It had all flashed right before his eyes. His mate…His beautiful mate. She deserved so much better than this and as soon as he got her back in his arms, he would give her the whole world. He'd tear the sun from the sky if it would make her happy. 

“Guys, stop! This fighting between the two of you has only made things worse! Fight all you want once we get Y/n back, but you need to focus. Both of you. For her sake,” Feyre snapped.

Azriel ran a hand through his hair, letting out a noise of frustration. His shadows swarmed around him like a monsoon—screaming his mate’s name over and over again in agony. “You don’t understand, Feyre. Every single time I feel her…during those tiny moments she slips through to the bond…all I feel is her pain. He’s torturing her. How am I supposed to sit here while my mate is being tortured?” 

He turned away from them, unable to look at Rhys any longer as a few tears slipped down his cheeks. He had completely and utterly failed his mate. Had let her get into the arms of an enemy. This was all his fault…all of it. She would’ve never even ran away from Velaris if he had never tried to move on with Elain last year. He put those thoughts in her head and there was nothing he regretted more in his life. He had never wanted Elain. He had never even wanted Mor. He had tried, when he thought Rhys’s sister was off limits, to move on. But he had never, ever stopped loving her. He had never felt anything for anyone other than her. 

And she had been ripped away from him before they could even have a life together. 

“That’s it,” Rhys whispered from behind him. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner.”

“What?” Azriel snarled, whipping around. 

“You said you can feel her sometimes—through the bond, right?”

Azriel nodded his head, crossing his arms. 

Rhys stroked his jaw in thought. “He must be drugging her with faebane. But not consistently. There must be small moments when it wears off before he gives her another dose. That’s why you can feel her sometimes.” 

“Where are you going with this?” Feyre asked.

“We can use the mating bond to tell us when to act,” Rhys explained. “When Azriel can feel her, we know her magic is regenerating. We should stop looking at this as battle and more like a stealth mission. We bait Koschei into coming to the water’s edge the moment Azriel feels my sister down the bond—act like we are declaring war. Keep him distracted long enough for her to get back most of her power. Meanwhile, Azriel can slip into the cabin, release her from whatever binds he has her in and get her out.” 

“What about the wards around the cabin? No one can winnow in or out. Even Az’s shadows might set it off.”

“I’ll have to get inside without using any magic,” Azriel said. “I can do it. I can get to her. As long as you keep him distracted and buy me enough time.” 

“Helion has given Y/n some lessons on setting and breaking wards,” Rhys added. “Once she sees you, once she realizes she’s being saved, she can start working on breaking them so she can winnow the two of you out.” 

“And you trust that she’ll be able to do that?” Feyre asked. 

Rhys let out a long sigh. Azriel knew how much it would pain him to have to force his sister to save herself. Rhys had always been the one doing the heavy lifting for their family, always keeping his sister as protected as he could, especially after she almost died. But he couldn’t save her this time. 

He’d need to have faith in her.

“She can do it,” Azriel declared, full of confidence in his mate’s abilities. “She is not that little girl in the woods anymore, Rhys. You’ve trained her. I’ve trained her. She is more than capable of this.”

“I know she’s not,” Rhys whispered. “She hasn’t been. Not for a long time. And I’m sorry, Azriel, I truly am. You’re right. I should’ve never forced you to make that bargain.”

“Save your apology for when I get my mate back,” Azriel spat out.

[the-fiction-witch]

Bedroom P3

Media Doctor Who

Character Doctor (The 11th)

Couple Doctor X Lyla Ashwood (Reader Companion)

Rating Smut

"you did?" She blushed

The Doctor nodded his head up and down while smiling at her. Her blushing was so charming to him and he couldn't help but feel a little bit proud of himself for having caused this.

"I definitely did..."

She giggled her face red with blush her thighs clenched together and tucked into her stomach "I uhhh... I uhh... Did uhh did you like doing it?"

The Doctor loved this reaction from her and it only made him even more giddy with excitement.

"I liked it very much..."

"oohh... Okay" she blushed hard "I uhh I admit... I didn't know time lords uhh... Got uhh... Well...excited…"

The Doctor laughed again but this time he laughed out loud, his laugh filling the room with its amusement. "We certainly can get excited and there are a lot of things that can excite a Time Lord… And I have to say, you're definitely one of those things that excite me..."

she gulped clearly overexcited "uhhhh this is going to sound unbelievably stupid! But... For the sake of ... Physicality. I am a human you are ... Technically an alien... Is this... Uhhh even possible? Like physically? Like this isn't gonna be like trying to shove a car key into a door lock right?"

The Doctor laughed again. he couldn't help but smile even more when he heard it.

"No, it's definitely possible... We're not that different biologically speaking... So no, this is not like shoving a car key into a door lock, it's much easier and much more fun than that..."

"good... And it's not like... Uhh dangerous? Like... Some kinda alien acid isn't gonna come out right? Or like glow blue?"

"No, I'll be honest with you, it's no different than being with another human except for the few differences that exist." He chuckled in between his words,

"such as?" she asked sheepish

"Well first of all, Time Lords are longer lived than humans and we've certainly seen more than humans have ever thought about. We're more intelligent, faster, and are able to handle more physical pain and endurance. On top of that, we have two hearts which makes us more resilient and able to keep going longer. And… don’t need to rest as long after, And that's just a few physical differences…Overall, humans and Time Lords are similar in many ways and you won't have to worry about anything strange, but if you do encounter weird things that happen let me know... So yeah, we're very similar in many ways and don't worry, I'm gonna be gentle with you…”

"you will?"

"... I swear I will..." He said with a playful but serious demeanor. It was still hard to determine whether or not this was all still a big tease for him or not but he meant every word he was saying now, he was going to be gentle with her. Because it was his first time doing this with a human, he wanted to make sure that she was totally comfortable and taken care of. The Time Lord did not want to risk anything bad happening to this precious little human.

"would uhh... You want to?"

"Oh absolutely..." The Doctor grinned widely, he wanted her so bad now and it was becoming quite evident. His eyes couldn't help but wander up and down her body as he glanced at the position she was in now. He was getting ready to claim what he wanted.

"uuughhhh.... Okay" she giggled excitedly

The Doctor couldn’t believe how easy this was for him, he had expected a bit of resistance from her but she was being so submissive and compliant, it was almost too easy but he should not complain. The Doctor’s eyes stayed on her body as he watched her giggle and be excited, her body was so responsive and he just couldn’t seem to get enough of how cute she was now.

"could uhh could I have a kiss first?" She blushed embarrassed she was even asking

The Doctor's face lit up in surprise as he could not believe she had really just asked to kiss him, it was adorable. His playful and cheeky attitude came out once more.

"A kiss?" He teased.

"yes please"

He moved his head to hers and leaned in, taking her into a slow and gentle kiss. He didn't want to push too much too fast but he wanted to keep the teasing going before he got too excited. His hands also moved, one to her hair and the other to her waist, but the contact was barely there as he just kissed her.

Lyla happily melted into the sheets letting him move fully on top of her her hands stroked up his shirt and one held him by his suspender the other cradled his neck her fingers trialing into his hair

. He took a bit of pleasure in just how eager she was for him to have his way with her, and her hands moving up his body only made him all the more turned on. He kept kissing her, although he soon broke the kiss to glance down at her for a second. his eyes staring into hers as he took his other hand off her waist and moved it down to her breasts, sliding his fingers underneath her cotton top and starting to caress them. She was already so sensitive from his touch and after what he had done to her in her sleep, her nipples reacted instantly to him touching her again. The Doctor was in heaven now, he couldn't believe how good this was going.

she moaned loudly but tugged him back to kiss her as she touched her moaning until his mouth as their kisses become a heavy make out full of lust and passion

The Time Lord would not let her deny him the satisfaction of taking control of her once again. He pushed her back underneath him, letting his weight sit heavily upon her lower body as he continued to kiss her forcefully. He was getting more and more turned on with each and every second, he couldn't resist the desire that he was feeling for her. He was not going to let her keep control for long, he was going to do everything he wanted with her.

she happily gave him control breaking the kiss breifly to let him pull of her shirt leaving her completely exposed to him

The Doctor wasted no time in taking advantage of this opportunity that was being presented to him. His eyes quickly scanned her exposed body with desire, he was so excited at the sight of her now. His lips found hers once more as he began exploring her body, he couldn't keep his hands off of her. At this point, he was going to let his urges take over and take her in whatever way he desired.

The Doctor loved this reaction from her more than anything else, he could feel his excitement growing and growing with every moan and every noise that she made. Her body was so responsive and it was almost too much for him. The Time Lord was so turned on now that this was turning into something more than just a tease, it was turning into real pleasure now and she was just so much more fun than he had anticipated she would be.

she whined slightly and her hands began to push on his suspenders trying to plead without actually taking control

The Doctor was enjoying this little act of power play she was trying to play without him knowing, he could be in total control and she wouldn't be able to stop him unless he let her. He smiled as he noticed her hands pushing against his suspenders and he pushed back to keep her pinned down.

The Doctor had her exactly where he wanted her now, completely helpless and pinned beneath him. He began to kiss her neck and her collarbone as his hands started to move all over her body. His fingers moved across her belly and then down to her hips, he couldn't help but touch her everywhere and this was just making her body more eager and sensitive, it was so much fun for him and he didn't want to stop.

she began moaning and screaming her body squirming against his grip in pleasure all that fell from her lips where moans, his name and pleads for what she wanted

The Doctor could not believe how good this was looking from his perspective, it was almost too perfect. The Time Lord kept touching her body and kissing her all over, she was so sensitive and so turned on by him that it wasn't even funny anymore, he was in heaven now. She was so hot and so ready for him and he couldn't keep his hands from exploring her body and touching her everywhere. Her begging now only made him want her more

His finally moved his hands to her thighs before starting to move them upwards to her hips, he had to touch every inch of her body and he was only getting more turned on by the second. The Time Lord had a bit of a devious smile on his face now as he wondered just what he should do to her first. He was not going to take his time with this at all, she was his and he was going to take her.

His hands slid up her thighs and started to move slowly along her hips before finally making their way towards the small of her back. His fingers began to explore up and down her body and the more he touched her the more turned on he got. That was exactly how he was going to finish her now, make her sweat and make her orgasm over and over again...

The Time Lord kept moving his hands from one spot to another, touching her body all over. His fingers now explored her, until he began to use more pressure. His fingers moved up her back and down her skin And with every moment he wanted her more and more, his hands were becoming more insistent of touching her, rubbing and touching without mercy on her until she squealed loudly and orgasmed for a second time her body trembling against his sheets as she did

He couldn't believe how much pleasure he was finding from her satisfaction. She was already getting so turned on and satisfied and she was only just getting even more turned on from him. So much so, that she had already orgasmed twice from just his attentive playing. That just made him feel even more turned on, he wanted to hear her make noises of pleasure all night now. And judging by the way she was still moaning and squishing her body against his sheets, he had not finished yet… His fingers began to brush up against her sensitive spots and this was getting her so hot, she was moaning and squiggling against him with every stroke. His hands were becoming more insistent of exploring all of her while he was still on top of her, he wanted to make her keep feeling good.

her moans became more throaty more lustful as she was already overstimulated and overwhelmed so much so she began being for mercy on the edge of her third orgasm

his hands moved more quickly, she was so sensitive now he had already taken her to the edge of a third orgasm she would soon have enough. Her begging for him to stop just made him feel all the more confident, he knew that she was so much more than he originally anticipated and he wasn't going to stop until he was fully satisfied in his own right. Her body was so responsive now, the smallest touch was enough for her to moan and gasp and squirm.

she hit her third quickly screaming his name and her body reacting with shaking, arching, and liquid flooding the bed before she laid collapsed and exhausted trying desperately to gasp for breath "s-stop... Stop please..."

The Doctor was impressed, she hit her orgasm so fast this time that it nearly took him by surprise, but now he was feeling satisfied in a different way. For her last orgasm he stopped and just let her get her breath back and for the rest of the night he planned to let her rest to recover from everything they had just done.

"Are you okay?"

He asked while running a hand through her hair.

"yeah... I uh... Whoa.... Uhh... You do know human girls like... Rarely get one right? Three is kinda a bit much"

"I was gonna keep going but I think I'll let you rest... We wouldn't wanna tire you out now, would we?"

"keep go- uhhh until what?"

The Time Lord joked slightly as he watched her try to catch her breath. “I guess human girls need to be taken a little slower and gentler? I was going to keep going until we got high tens atleast.”

"ohh my... I uhh I think three is about all I can handle for now..."

"... Maybe I could try and give you one more... If that's all you think you can handle..."

The Doctor teased, seeing as he was in a playful mood he wanted to have a little more fun with her before the night was over...

"..what about you?"

"What about me?" a slight smirk forming on his lips. He was ready to tease her further but before he could speak further he was interrupted by the way she suddenly looked at him and her questioning look.

"it's hardly fair I get three possibly four and you don't get anything"

The Doctor smiled as he saw that she had a sympathetic side towards him as well, that was unexpected but a welcome change in attitude. He didn't mind her questioning him now that he knew what was behind it.

"I can easily give myself one or two later when you're asleep."

"... Yourself or... Using me while I slept?" She smirked a little

This remark and her smirk certainly caught the Time Lord off guard. He had never thought about doing that before but it was a tempting thought. He took a second to consider it before finally deciding what to say in response.

"Is that something you want me to do? I suppose I could always use you while you're exhausted and barely conscious..."

she blushed hard at the meer idea "well... I've had three and you want me to have more ... You haven't had any. How about you just... Use me until it's all fair?" She smiled stroking his shirt and playing with the clasp on his trousers

The Time Lord's smirk widened into a full-on smile when she started to play with his shirt and his pants, he could not turn down that offer even if he was trying. He was suddenly starting to feel even more turned on than before and he hoped that he was not going to get himself too carried away now that she was going to let him use her for as long as he wanted.

"Hmm... That sounds like a lovely offer... I will take you up on that then."

The Doctor had a mischievous sparkle in his eyes now that he knew what was on the table. He was going to have fun with this for sure. He reached down to his pants in response to her playing with the clasp and started to undo his belt.

[rachi-roo]

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Demon Slayer: Forbidden Science

Aaah, my friend, I tried my best. I really did! Muzan is just so hard to write as a Lee!!!! 😭 I hope this satisfies you buddy!

Summary: Doma gets a hold of one of Muzans experimental toys, learning of a secret about Muzan that no one ever has before!

Lee!Muzan, Ler!Doma

Tw: Mild swearing

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"Doma... Y-You really shouldn't be touching that... L-Lord Muzan... He'll get m-mad!" Hantengu mewled as he cowered on the steps of the gravity defying infinity castle, watching as Doma's curiosity got the best of him, and he started fiddling with Mizans chemistry setup that had been left unattended for a brief moment. They had been called in to give updates on their side missions and left to wait for Akazas arrival.

"Aww, come on now, I won't break anything~ I just want to know more about our precious leader!" The blonde sociopath chimed in response from the floor overhead. He pulled open a drawer in the desk of the setup, his eyes widening as they fixed on something alluring.

"Oooh, what do we have he-"

"Doma." The emotionless tone made him jump as he turned to see Muzan glaring at him.

"Ah~ Lord Muzan, you're back early!" He grinned, opening his arms for a hug, instead just getting a hand sliced off in an instant. This was nothing but a slap on the wrist to Doma.

"Oop! Are you mad at me?" He pouted, flexing his wrist as the fibres of his arm started growing to replace the lost limb with Muzan just glaring in disdain. "Forgive me, I just can't help but be curious about what my Lord finds interesting." He chuckled, poking his tongue out before zapping onto the tatami mats below, taking a seat and looking upwards at his master.

Muzan just sighed, looking over his equipment. He knew Doma wasn't so stupid that he'd actually toy with his experiments, so brushed off the thought. "Touch anything you aren't supposed to again, and you'll lose something far more important."

"Yes'sir!" Doma winked, saluting him before Muzan vanished along with his little hobby table.

Once satisfied that he was gone, Doma pulled an odd looking doll from the waistband of his trousers, smirking at its appearance. "I never knew you'd be into dolls, Lord Muzan~." He chuckled to himself, pleased to now have something to keep him entertained.

Little Hantengu trembled as he watched Doma fiddle with the item he had stolen. "Oh no, oh dear! Doma, you'll get us all in trouble! Put it back, put it back!"

"Oh please, its just a dolly. What amount of trouble could such a little thing cause?~"

Would it end in a serious beating? Definitely. Would it be worth it? Absolutely.

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Doma sat quietly for a few minutes, playing with the doll in hand, holding its 'hands' and having do little dances on his lap. It was made from fabric, a dirty white stained with various patches of dark, probably blood. It was limp to the touch, filled with sand, and had two small buttons for eyes.

Unknown to Doma, It was a voodoo doll. Not like traditional 'ushi no koku mairi', which involved a paper doll being nailed to a tree. No, this one looked to be from far away lands, which is why he didn't realise just what it was he had stolen.

Moments passed before Muzan suddenly appeared again, glaring down upon Doma from an elevated platform. He was pissed.

"Give that back immediately." He spoke coldly, having found out about the item his underling had stolen.

Doma looked up at him with a childish pout as he cradled the doll to his chest. "Aaah, Lord Muzan, you're so cruel! Pwease let me hold onto it for a little while longer?" He was met with silence as Muzan appeared before him, with his hand extended, demanding the doll he returned to him.

As Doma considered his options, which at the moment were, a) give it back or b) die, he found himself stroking the dolls back with the tip of his finger. "It's so cute, though! Can you make one for me? Uh..."

Doma looked up at Muzan, blinking as he watched the powerful demons demeanour falter. His hand trembled slightly, and he seemed to be holding his breath behind... a smile?

"Lord Muzan?" He tilted his head, his thumbs now kneading into the dolls thighs as he let the head flop.

A tingling sensation worked its way up Muzans thighs as Doma played with the doll, making his breath hitch in his throat as he bit back a giggle.

"Just give me the- Gh! Doma!" He yelped, suddenly hugging his waist as Doma poked the dolls tummy.

The blonde's eyes lit up as all the pieces started to fit together. "Ooooh! I get it now! This is a clever little doohicky~" He smirked, slowly tracing his claw like nails across the dolls side.

Muzan glared daggers at his stupid underling, cursing the day he invited him to join. "Doma, I swear if you don't g-ehehe!" And there it was, that one little lapse in his focus that allowed the giggling to begin.

"I got you noooow~" Doma chimed, skittering his nails over the dolls tummy.

"Dohoma!" Muzan made a grab for the doll, losing his balance as he leaned over to try and snatch it, landing by Domas side in an utterly embarrassing display of weakness.

"Stohop!" He growled, angrily trying to withhold his laughter, seeing Doma smirking at him cruel only made the situation worse.

"Ah, Lord Muzan! You really do have a cute face~ Worry not, I'll keep this our little secret~" He winked, pressing into the dolls hips with an eager grin. "Now then, where is your most ticklish area? I wonder~"

"You bastard! Ahaha! G-Give me the damn doholl!" Another desperate grab was made, another epic failure as Doma simply raised the doll out of reach.

"Oooh, your hips aren't bad, what about under here?" This was far too fun. Doma stuck a finger under the dolls limp little arm, wriggling it around playfully as he watched Muzans reaction.

He arched his back, clamping his arms to his sides as he thrashed helplessly. He would certainly be making Doma suffer for this betrayal!

"Stohop it! Shihit! Ahaha! I-I'll kill you!" His pale cheeks flushed with colour, an odd sight indeed, but a pleasant one nonetheless.

"Oooh, what a pretty shade~ It matches your eyes! Tickle, tickle, tickle~"

Muzan attempted to throw a punch, his strength being sapped by his laughter, a feeling so foreign to him. It was maddening. He felt his breath growing short as he struggled to keep his eyes from squeezing shut. This was almost true helplessness at such a stupid thing!

"Dohoma! I-I- Gh-! Dahahamn it! You son of a bihitch! Ahahahaaaa!" He gave up, his body curling in on itself as he laughed freely. It was strange how fun he actually found this. Being able to laugh like this. It was pleasant.

"Now then, let's find all the other spots, shall we?"

"Naaaaaaa!"

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Almost an hour later, Mizan is huddled up on the floor, catching his breath as Doma smiles down at him. Very proud of his discovery and achievement.

"Aha, Muuuzan? Are you okay? I didn't mean to-!" He gasped as Muzan gripped his shirt, pulling him close. He said nothing, but the death glare suggested that Doma was in deep trouble.

"Um, can I get a head start?"

"No..."

[tookerthetookiest]

Wanderer/ Scaramouche x Reader

Kinda angsty

@fruityvegetable - OP's Idea

* Ok but imagine a fanfic w/ fatui recruit reader who has a big, fat, highschool level crush on scara. Scaramouche being him is obviously disgusted by this and pushes the reader away but they never really get the hint. He soon realizes that they'd do whatever he wants without question (besides leaving him ofc). So, he plays in. Leaning into their affection to get some other selfish motive he has. Reader is ofc, estatic thats scara has finally 'accepted' their love. *

This is what happened after the reader heard Scara talking with the other harbingers about how he's only using the reader for his own ideals. That's my shortened version, for more detail you can check out the Fruityvegetables account!! They repost some funny and cute pics too, so go on over to them!!

"Send for (y/n)! Now!" The indigo haired man yelled at a subordinate. Wasting no time the fatui agent scurried away to summon you.

You walked into his office with a blank expression, "Yes my lord" you said with a bow, not looking up til he spoke again. He was agitated, as per usual, though this time he had a reason. Since when had you become so monotone? Where was the annoying, energetic, loud person he hated so much. He paid no mind to it as you may have just woken up or something?? Yeah, that's probably it.

"Tch, I have a mission for you." You rose your head to see his cheek in his palm, elbow resting on his desk, eyes opening to look at you. He readjusted his form to sit in a more intimidating manner. Finally seeing your face he came to the conclusion you were most definitely tired. Eyes droopy, bags under them, an overall mood change, you even looked as though you were crying, but what for? He was worried, but him being him, he decided to just not care.

You only stood there, arms at your side, awaiting your order. The more he looked at you the more he wonders what has you in such a state, though your just a pawn in his game, he shouldn't he caring this much.

"I need you to go to X location and oversee that the items are getting safely transported to Y location" His eyes never leaving your figure, waiting to see your reaction. How he hoped you would say your normal "Of coarse my lord! How kind of you to allow me to watch over goods of yours!!<<333" or something along those lines. That never happened and much to his dismay you replied with "Yes Sir Balladeer, also I must inform you-" he cut you off "I swear if it's some dumb shit I'm going to kill you" He said, expecting this whole thing to be some sort of joke. How wrong he was "Ahem, as I was saying. I must inform you that I have requested to be transferred to Lord Tartaglia."

With that, something inside him snapped. Childe!? Out of all, you chose Childe! Plus you were his! Ahem, his subordinate of course. How could you just choose to leave out of the blue. Barely any warning to go with it, he was prepared to destroy whatever or whoever led you to this decision. "WHAT? WHY! HAVE YOU NO SENSE, ARE YOU THAT STUPID. LEAVING ME?? DO YOU REALLY HAVE A DEATH WISH?!?!!" Yes, he's been angry, that's basically his whole personality, but this was different. He was angry, jealous, confused, sad all in one.

"My lord, you should already know why I'm leaving. You yourself said I would eventually no longer be of use to you. I'll take my leave now." He was perplexed, he said what? Then it all clicked. You heard him. You heard everything he said. Just then he felt everything come crashing down. He was lucky you closed his door, he began.... Crying?

Tears were forming, his eyes wide, unable to process what was going on. Why was he acting this way, for some random person he could easily replace. He could live his life without you anyday, you were annoying anyway. The more he sat and pondered, the more tears flowed, the more he finally realized. He loved you. You weren't someone he could replace, no one in this world could ever truly love him as you did. You had no reason to love him for this long, he gave no reason, yet you still did. He realized he can't live without you, you were apart of his routine.

Now you were leaving? He thought 'Just like everyone else' but he realized once again, it was his fault.

He couldn't bare letting you leave. He rose from his seat, hat covering his face as tears fell, then he ran. Ran til he arrived at your room, not wasting a second to open the door. He looked up, teary eyed, only for them to be left open in shock. Was this the right room, he checked again, yup it was the right one. But where were you, the room was surprisingly empty. Had you planned this. He said it only a day ago, how were you this quick. The tears were uncontrollable at this point. "No, nononono no no no" he chanted.

He walked into the room, noticing a paper on your bed. "I will be leaving as soon as possible, it wasn't Tartaglia I was transferring over to. I'm not actually transferring over to anyone, I'm leaving the fatui, disappearing completely. It'll be hard seeing as everyone will be hunting me down as a traitor of the fatui. But I cannot bare the thought of someone I loved treat me as a mere peice to a puzzle and I know you will never love me the way I did you. I'm sorry my lord...... My love. " With that he searched the entire building, with you nowhere to be seen.

If only he realized his love for you sooner, maybe he could've prevented this. You were the only one to truly see him as a person, someone to be loved, cherished, admired. And he just threw you away. He deserved it, though it won't stop him from searching for you. He needs you back in his life. His new life, as a Wanderer. He's changed, changed for you, and he won't stop searching until he can live his life with you.

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I tried ┐⁠(⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠)⁠┌, it turned out way longer that I was expecting, probably got boring at the end. But I'm still proud of it! Hope you enjoyed reading this!! Please leave requests for me!!

Have a great morning, evening or night!! ☀️🌙🌅

[whochromatic]

I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must...

*reads it anyways*

Why did I do that. Damnit, I should've known that reading that chapter would have re-activated my need for more. I was way better off ignoring anything related to Yohaji and just went about my day, not thinking about Yohaji every minute of the hour of the day of the week. But the damage has been done. Now I have to read the whole manga all over again just to satisfy myself once again. But no. That's not enough. I searched every corner to hunt every single content of Yohaji. Tumblr. Twitter. Youtube. Tiktok. Ao3. Our lord and savior Canada's account. The giver of reason in life, one who resurrects the dead, the sailor uniform to my life, Tanamai-sensei's account. I know that the Yohaji content in this world is not enough and will NEVER be. The moment I discovered this manga, I knew that it would be my life. The fact that it had only reached me last year, ber month is unforgivable. Why did it not have content as many as the amount of numbers there are to exist so that it could reach me at the start of it's existence? It should have been Yohaji. Not BNHA! Nothing against that anime by the way. Well, I am grateful that I stumbled upon Yohaji while it had 100+ chapters though. And the fandom being small enough to only have nice and cool people in it. But those fics in ao3 though? Why- I mean, I don't really care or pay attention to them but the fact that the amount of nsfw fanfics is probably (I'm saying probably because they might just be more) equal to the amount of sfw fanfics in there is- I swear, WHY ARE THERE SO LITTLE FANFICS OF YOHAJI?! 3 PAGES?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? There might be more in other places but I only read in ao3 and Tumblr if I find some there. I'm so thankful for the translators though!!! I love y'all. I love the fandom. I love the characters. I love Yohaji. I love the creator. God- sorry I forgot I can't use sensei's name in vain. I'm telling y'all, Tanamai is the GOAT. A GENIUS!! Your brain is beautiful. What goes on in head yours? Tell and everyone might gain more braincells. What's with you? What's with your humor?? What's with your lore?! WHAT'S WITH YOUR ART??? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!?! SENSEI WHEN I CATCH YOU OHH WHEN I CATCH YOU. But of course, it's not your fault that I'm starving for more Yohaji chapters. One month is nothing to me- IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CREATE THIS WONDERFUL AND HEAVENLY HOOK THAT CAUGHT ME EVEN ONLY WITH IT'S TITLE AND ART?? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE?!?! Senseiiiiii*sob* waaaaaahh... Still, I'm sooo happy this is getting an anime this year!! I've been waiting for this ever since I found out it existed along with other Yohaji fans. I knew it would happen soon enough because it's the law. It's a crime to not make an adaption of amazing yet weird yet amazing manga like no other. Death row. DEATH ROW!! It's fine even if it's low quality. As long as it exists, I can finally pass on peacefully- when it airs it better be as good as the manga and look immaculate, I'm telling you. Haha, just kidding. Or am I..? I cannot wait until April or whatever how long it takes for the anime to air just please. Please even the trailer only. But I'm sure everyone is already working hard to make the anime for it. Do your best!! You're doing the right thing! And.... uhm.. 24 episodes... please..? AHHH HARUAKI'S SMILEEE!!! IT'S INVADING MY MIND!! GET OUT! PLEASE GET OUT!!! THIS LOWLY UNGRATEFUL UNDESERVING WORSE THAN DUST BUZZ BUZZ KILLABLE STUPID MORTAL ABOMINATION CAN'T HANDLE OR DESERVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! I can't do this. More. More. More Yohaji. I NEED IT. IF AIR AND SAILOR UNIFORM IS LIFE THEN SO IS YOHAJI!! RAAAAAAAHHH

Also I accidentally deleted a longer version of this and rewrote it with my memory. Thanks for wasting your time on this like I did.

[pajarinwrites]

MONSTA X RECS

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✨ favourites

SHOWNU

pretty screaming my name @iibonniee 1.4k unprotected, size, nakadashi...... i can neither deny nor confirm the rumours that these are some of my biggest kinks. pls stop asking.

torture @wasteitonserendipity 0.7k sub!hyunwoo; personally, i think we should start a petition to get a fleshed out version of this; who are you torturing?? me?? (pls give me more)

WONHO

nothing yet

MINHYUK

Human anatomy and physiology ✨ @iibonniee professor!minhyuk, i'm always a slut for professors; and blowjobs; and teasing men; this might be my favourite out of all the mx fan fiction i've read so far

KIHYUN

the best part @frenchkisstheabyss 0.9k i am once again asking you to make their stupid good fics longer oh my lord pls

HYUNGWON

morning daze ✨ @irregular-idol-imagines 0.7k another one on the ever growing list of MONBEBE-FOR-THE-LOVE-OF-EVERYTHING-GOOD-AND-HOLY-WRITE-A-WHOLE-FIC-PLEASE; its way too short, i wish hyungwon was ogling me much longer than for 700 words, love the way he's charaterised in this

JOOHONEY

nothing yet

I.M

(in)convenient ✨ @sluttywonwoo 4.4k fakeeee datiiiing with iiim changkyuun, AHHHHH, i swear carats are just better writers than anyone else, the shit i find for svt (and for other groups by ppl with carat handles) never disappoints?? what is up carats??, this was posted in 2022 though so i don't know if i can hope for the continuation :(((, one of my fave lines: "What was wrong with you? Literally what the fuck was wrong with you?"

[lady-of-imladris]

A Glimpse of You

Pairing: Elrond x Celebrian

Summary: Elrond discovers his gift of foresight and Celebrian has a surprise for him

Warnings: mention of pregnancy, traumatised Elrond (but not thaaat much)

Celebrian had searched for him throughout all of Rivendell, yet her husband Lord Elrond was nowhere to be found. She had awoken with a sense of dread in the morning, and it did not help that she found the other side of the bed empty. It was unlike Elrond to be up early, and her concern only increased when she didn’t find him in his study, or the library, or his favorite spot in the gardens. It was already late in the afternoon when she bumped into Erestor and Glorfindel. “My lady”, they both greeted her politely. “Has either of you seen my husband? I have been looking for him all day and he is nowhere to be found”, she inquired. Erestor shook his head, as did Glorfindel. But the warrior’s poker face was terrible and soon he found himself being stared down by an angry Celebrian, who as at least a full head shorter than him. Erestor was in equal parts amused and slightly terrified as Celebrian gave the mighty balrog slayer a look that would have made Morgoth himself flee in fear. Glorfindel cleared his throat. “I may have caught a glimpse of some dark blue robes in the very corner of the basement a couple hours ago. But you did not hear that from me.” Celebrian thanked him before heading to the basement. What on earth was he doing there? Soundlessly she walked to the very end, and she heard him before she saw him. The lord of Rivendell, sitting all alone on the floor of the cold dark basement, crying softly. “My love, what happened?” Her voice startled him. “Bri? What are you doing down here?” “Looking for you my love, you had me worried.” He sighed and let his head fall into his hands. “I am sorry Bri. I am so so sorry”, he mumbled. Celebrian sat down next to him and pulled him closer to her, so that his head was resting on her chest and he could hear her heartbeat, causing him to relax instantly. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”, she asked him softly. “Elros.” His twin brother, who had chosen the fate of the Edain and perished many, many years ago never stopped to plague his mind. “Celebrian”, he whispered her name, “tell me the truth. Are you pregnant?” She squeezed her eyes shut. No. This could not be happening. Not like this. Not now. “What makes you think that, my love?”. “I had a dream. Two half-elven boys. They looked so much like Elros and I and when I woke up and looked over at you it all made sense. I don’t think it was a dream, Bri.” Her brows furrowed. “You think you had a vision of the future? Our children?” He nodded. “So please Bri, just tell me now. Are you pregnant?” Neither of them wanted this to happen. They were going to wait at least one more millennium if not longer. “I am”, she finally confessed to him, tears starting to blur her vision, “And if you are right and we are really having twins, I will not let you near me ever again!”, she added. He didn’t know if it was supposed to be a joke. He didn’t know if he wanted to know.

Despite their fear of being horrible parents, Elrond and Celebrian did a decent job at raising the twins, however it might be worth mentioning that Lord Celeborn had all but moved into Rivendell at that point, taking care of his daughter during her pregnancy and helping the young couple during the first few years of raising their sons Elladan and Elrohir. Sometimes Elrond could swear he heard his brother in Elladan’s laughter, and Elrohir’s stupid pranks reminded him of the countless ways in which Elros annoyed Maedhros and Maglor growing up. He didn’t tell Celebrian any of this, but she knew. She knew that every time he looked at their sons, he saw a glimpse of his brother.

[captain-peanut110]

Glorfindel is hurt badly on some mission and Erestor, who was always used to sort of seeing him as an invincible emissary of the Valar and somehow never expected his life to actually be endangered by some orks, is beside himself with worry.

Ecthelion is trying his best to be comforting, but doesn’t really know how to help.

(He is also absolutely in love with them both, yet has not said a word of it, hehe)

In the heat of the moment and his own emotions, he says: “I wish it was me instead of him. I have much less to live for and you would have been less upset”

This absolutely flips Erestor out and he proceeds to tear Ecthelion a couple of new ones, loosing his shit to the nerves and the lack of sleep and yelling at him.

He swears at the confused lord with the profanity of a dozen smelly and drunken sailors, then hugs him tight enough to make breathing difficult for the both of them and calls him the stupidest dumbass in all of Arda for ever thinking absolute nonsense like that.

Glorfindel wakes up to find them asleep in each other’s arms on the floor next to his bed. He does not remember what happened to him, but everything hurts and both Erestor and Ecthelion sleeping there indicates it was something bad.

After they both wake up, they first tell Glorfindel how much they love him, kiss his face and stroke his hair, before proceeding to yell at him for being so incredibly stupid as to nearly die again.

When Glorfindel’s life is no longer in danger, Ecthelion returns back to his chambers sadly, not wanting to be in their way.

Upon opening his door, however, he discovered both Erestor and Glorfindel waiting there.

Before he can say anything, they pull him into a hug and proceed to tell him how much he matters to them, how wonderful he is and how much they love him.

[for-d2b48c]

This will be a loooong message and will try to be as raw as possible 😭 and I’m typing this right now kasi baka mamaya I’m eepy na and magsasabi nanaman ako ng words na I really didn’t mean so here I am. I have 2 things to talk about and I turned it to only 2 words para may context so you can stop reading na from here if ayaw mo basahin or too much too handle ngayon. It’s about sleep, insecurities. Let’s start with sleep since mas heavy yung isang topic. I meant it when I said na baka I’m disrupting your peace every time we talk lalo na tuwing ungodly hours. we’ve been talking naman na ever since pero may times talaga na naiisip ko na what if before tayo magkausap lagi non ang peaceful ng nights mo like wala kang dumb and annoying person na kinakausap. I know I’ve said this a lot of times pero if you need time and space and gravity talaga, just say a word and I’ll give it. So I’m sorry if minsan I keep saying sorry dahil I’m keeping you up kasi even though na normal lang sayo to sleep late there’s still a chance na pwede kang matulog ng maaga if I’m not talking. Also, don’t worry about me. I know it’s so simp or stupid of me to sleep so late dahil lang gusto kitang kausap pero it’s the only way na I can talk to you so please let me sleep late 😔. you don’t need to feel sorry about that because gusto ko rin naman in the first place. Kung sino man ang need to feel sorry sakin is myself kasi I have no self control.

Here’s a picture of bert and ernie for commercial break 😔.

Second word, insecurities 💀. Dear lord, sana kung ano man maspill ko here is you will guide me after no matter what 😭. First of all I need to say sorry. This is what happened last night in my sleepy ass brain. When you said you have a dump account ang una ko talagang naisip is yung inside joke namin ni kuya na para kayong may deadline every month, it’s nothing serious naman kasi we just laugh about it especially sa last or first days ng month, halos lahat ng nasa feed niya is ganon 😭. But honestly, there’s really nothing bad about that, I even envy people who can easily share stuff that made them happy for that month. That’s why I said na maybe I’m just projecting my insecurities kasi I can’t do that. I have a longer explanation about that pero let’s continue with my train of thoughts at that time. When I knew what consists your dump, biglang kong naisip na “I wish I could see that” BUT at the same time it’s okay that I can’t see it? Baka bipolar talaga ako. Kasi half of me saying na i want to know the little things about you at the same time I don’t want you to share things with me na hindi ko rin naman need malaman. So at that moment, I’m feeling too many things tapos sleepy pa ko kaya siguro I came off rude or mean or annoying so I’m sorry.

Another commercial break. Just stop right here if all of this nonsense shits is getting too much na and look at my baby djungle ❤️‍🩹.

This is a continuation of the last thing I have yapped about. Actually pwede mo na talaga tong hindi basahin kasi I’ll just explain lang naman yung relationship ko sa social media since you have mentioned you have dump acc and it opened up another thought in my brain 😭. I swear to god if pwede lang magpalit ng utak ginawa ko na dati pa. I wish I could do dump posts pero I really do have anxiety about what I post online unless it’s a meme or song kasi it’s a subtle way to express what i feel unlike sa pictures na literally exposing a glimpse of my what I’ve been doing. BUT, at the same time, I want to do it because there are really some pictures na sitting on my gallery na nothing bad will happen naman if I post them. Plus, I am fond of curating pictures din. BUT AGAIN, I’m so scared of what other people will say even though at the back of my mind I know no one literally cares BUT AGAIN, babalik nanaman ako sa first point ko hanggang sa I choose not to share things online na lang. So if nagpost ako it means na I defeated my inner demon that time 😭. So maybe my outburst last night is really just my insecurities talking. And I’d be lying if I say I haven’t feeling a little bit more insecure about everything lately. I should really think 4 times before I say something. I’m sorry, I’m really trying to get a grip 😔.

I let my raw emotions get out of its cage nanaman pero I think this is my way to sort things out but if you find it uncomfortable, I’ll try my best to lessen it because at the end of the day, I just don’t want to hurt you. But I feel like I’m taking so much of your time and energy so I think I’ll just constantly feel sorry that you’re talking to me.

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 12 - Aftermath - Part 1

Ace

The room was engulfed in an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of Agenor wiping the blood off his nose. Nyx's eyes were still locked onto Agenor's face, brimming with rage.

Nice punch," Agenor said sarcastically.

"Damn you, Agenor," Nyx spat back, his voice filled with venom.

Without warning, Agenor lunged forward, grabbed Nyx by the collar and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. Nyx cried out in pain as his legs flailed helplessly in the air. He mustered all his strength and spat out the same words...

"Damn you, Agenor."

"Stop, Agenor. His head's still injured," Ace interjected, his voice laced with concern.

"Get out, Ace," Agenor growled, his eyes still locked onto Nyx.

"Agenor, he's just a kid," Ace pleaded, trying to reason with him.

"I'm not a kid. And I HATE YOU AGENOR," Nyx screamed, his voice filled with rage and pain.

For a moment, Agenor froze, his eyes widening in surprise. Then, he tightened his grip on Nyx's collar, causing the young man to gasp for air. Ace realized that it was best to retreat and stepped out of the cabin, closing the door behind him. He could feel the curious eyes of the crew members trying to sneak a peek at what was happening inside. Ace sighed and leaned against the door, listening to the muffled voices coming from inside. He knew he couldn't intervene.

But he also couldn't help but worry about what might happen if things got out of hand. After all, Ny was a nobleman and Agenor was not known for his mercy. The tension inside the cabin was palpable as the two men continued to glare at each other. Agenor's hand was still gripping Nyx's collar tightly, causing the younger man to struggle for air.

"You don't thank me for anything, do you?" Agenor spat out the words, his eyes burning with anger.

"I saved your friends, found someone to look after Regina and yet you still question my authority and attack me."

Nyx's voice was hoarse as he struggled to breathe.

"Help me? Are you serious?" He gasped for air, clawing at Agenor's hand.

"I can't take this anymore. Just kill me or sell me but don't leave me in the dark about my own fate."

"What? Kill or sell you?"

Agenor's grip loosened as he looked at Nyx incredulously.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Nyx tried to speak but the lack of air made it difficult. He continued to scratch at Agenor's hand and finally, the Captain released him, letting him collapse to the ground. As Nyx gasped for air, Agenor wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand and glared at him with a mix of confusion and threat.

"Damn it," Agenor spat out,

"Just when I thought you were finally learning to listen, you start questioning me again and now this? I swear I could end you for this."

Struggling to breathe and holding onto his collar, Nyx met Agenor's gaze with a fierce glare.

"Go ahead, Agenor. If you want to kill me, then do it."

Rage coursed through Agenor's veins like wildfire. He balled his hand into a fist and slammed it against the wall by Nyx's right ear, growling like a wild animal. Nyx's body tensed in anticipation of what was to come. Agenor closed his eyes and attempted to quell his fury. After calming down, Agenor asked...

"Nyx, what are you talking about? When did I ever want to kill you?"

Nyx's voice trembled as he accused...

"You're planning to kill me or sell me, aren't you? I even offered you money but you didn't take it. You just want to have your fun and then... either kill me or sell me into slavery."

Agenor was taken aback...

"Slavery? Who told you that nonsense?"

"I'm not stupid, Agenor. You let all the others go and kept me. I was so close to being free," Nyx's voice broke as he admitted. "I was so close to home."

He couldn't hold back his tears any longer and they streamed down his face as he muttered...

"Damn you, Agenor."

Agenor slammed his fist against the wall, frustration emanating from every pore.

"Lord, you always make a mess whenever you start questioning me. What kind of person do you think I am?" he growled at Nyx. "Do you seriously believe I would keep you here in my personal cabin, have sex with you and then kill you just for fun? Or sell you into slavery? What the fuck, Nyx?"

Nyx's voice wavered as he replied...

"What the hell do you want me to think? You never answer my questions. I don't know what you want from me."

"I fucking told you already," Agenor shouted. "You are mine. You just need to obey and respect me. Haven't I told you that many times already?"

Skeptical, Nyx furrowed his brows. He paused for a moment before finally speaking up.

"So, you just want me to be here?" he asked.

"Exactly," Agenor confirmed.

"If that's the case, then why not just let me go? Why chain me up?" Nyx challenged, his gaze locked onto Agenor's.

Agenor took a deep breath and let out a sigh.

"I want you here, Nyx. It's as simple as that. I have no reason to lie to you. I haven't lied to you since I rescued you from the waters and I don't lie to those who trust and follow me. And you, my dear, need to trust me too."

Nyx listened to Agenor's words, his eyes lowered as he tried to figure out whether he could believe him or not. As Agenor saw the look on Nyx's face, he began to feel a sense of relief.

"Do you really have no intention of killing me or selling me?" Nyx asked silently.

Agenor continued...

"You suggested I lock you in the prison cells in the hull before but it's much worse than you think. It's cold, dark and damp and you'll get sick and depressed in no time. And since you're not part of the crew, I can't have you spend the night in the hull with those sea wolves. They might... Well, I don't need to explain my decisions. You're staying here and that's final."

"But Mila is..." Nyx trailed off, hesitant to bring up the subject again.

"Nyx, I understand you want to go home but it's not possible," Agenor interrupted firmly. "You're staying here with me and I won't repeat myself. You'll have to deal with it, whether you like it or not."

Nyx's annoyance was evident as he looked away, disapproving of Agenor's decision.

"Your mother will receive your letter soon. If you wrote a convincing one, she won't be worried about you disappearing anymore," Agenor continued.

The mention of his mother tugged at Nyx's heartstrings and he squeezed his necklace tightly in his hand before turning to face Agenor.

"I hope so... I've been so unfilial to her... She had to marry Terry because of me... because I'm useless. And now I'm disappearing on her completely. God, what will she think of me?"

Agenor's heart was softened by Nyx's sad tone. It had been a long time since he had met someone who cherished their family so much. In his line of business, most people abandon their families and children or have no one to abandon. Some even boast about it. Nyx not only cared about his family but he also sacrificed his studies to take care of his mother and family business. Despite all the hardships he had been through, he still believed he hadn't done enough.

"That scallywag of a stepfather of yours is already in the hands of the guards. Your mother is safe because of you. She will be nothing but proud and happy to know you're doing well."

"Maybe..."

"Now, remind me why you punched me?"

[littlelioncub43]

Let's Exchange The Experience

Summary: Eddie's been acting strange lately. Slowly but surely pulling away, no matter what you try. But one phone call may just bring him right back to you.

Pairing: Mechanic! Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Word Count: 6,468 (She's a doozy ok, don't hurt yourself)

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), slight angst, drug use, smoking, kinda high sex, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), cream pie, hair pulling, oral sex (f receiving), idiots in love, said idiots screaming while fucking, fluff, happy endings.

A/N: Ok! Part 3! Here she is! Honestly, I'll let this one speak for itself. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: HER.

Kisses 💋

—K

P.S. Reblog and comment something nice or else I'll cry.

Part II Series Masterlist

You listen to the electronic ringing through the receiver, twirling the curled phone cord as you chew your lip. The nerves of possibly being rejected again was burning in your chest. You have no idea what it was, but Eddie had been acting weird. More weird than normal. It started off as small things at first; his hands shook when he would hand you something or move your hair out of your face, his eyes wouldn’t meet yours for longer than 10 seconds (if even that), or his smile would fall a few seconds faster than normal. You assumed there was something going on, but you also assumed he would tell you about it when he was ready. 

Then it was bigger things, like not letting you sit in his lap during game night with the gang or cuddle during movie nights (which were slowly but surely becoming less and less frequent in the last few weeks). You were starting to fear he’d start avoiding you completely. Your leg bouncing ceased as soon as you heard the ringing stop. 

“Eddie?” You hopefully call into the phone. You hear someone shuffling on the other line before you hear the voice you had hoped for. 

“Hey, Princess,” Eddie mumbles happily into the receiver, a smile was evident in his voice but his words were far too relaxed to be normal. “Been thinkin’ about you.”

“Are you high?” You couldn’t help but chuckle, ignoring the butterflies that flutter in your tummy. His rumbling, throaty laughter is enough of an answer for you to know that he is, in fact, high. 

“Maaaaaybe,” he coyly drawls into the phone. High or not, it was nice to hear him sound so calm. “You wanna come over? Wayne is working a double tonight, and I got a little baggie with your name written all over it.”

Chewing your lip once more, you think it over. It had been a while since you last smoked and work had been stressing you out, not to mention whatever was going on with Eddie. 

“Come on, Sweets, it’ll be good for you. You know it will,” he coos, really pulling out all the stops, he knew you couldn’t say no to him when he spoke like that. You give a dramatic sigh, feigning annoyance. 

“Well, I guess I could,” you hear him chuckling, “I’ll have to reschedule dinner with the Queen and the peace summit with Russia for another day.”

“Gorbachev can wait a day or two, Princess,” he says, “I, on other hand, cannot.”

You laugh softly, a sound that Eddie swears he can live off of, and shake your head. 

“I’ll be over in 10 minutes, Munson.”

“I’ll keep a joint warm for you, babe, don’t you worry,” he sasses before you hang up the phone. The stupid grin you wear doesn’t leave your face as you head out the door. It stayed put as you drive the short but chilly distance to his trailer, only when you get to the door does it falter ever so slightly. You don’t get a chance to knock, the door creaks open slowly, revealing Eddie’s red rimmed eye peering at you through the crack in the door. 

“Can I help you, Madame?” He says in a goofy British accent. You nearly break into a laugh but manage to hold it in. 

“Uh, yes. I’m looking for a Lord Munson. This is the Munson Estate, correct?” You match his silliness and put your hands behind your back snootily. 

“It is, Madame, but I’m afraid you’ll have to state your name and business, otherwise I’ll be forced to set the dogs on ya,” he says, keeping the door ajar. You shake your head with a laugh.

“Come on, Eddie, let me in. It’s cold,” you whine softly. Snow coated the ground and an icy wind swept in from the north, your blue jeans and winter coat did very little to fight off the cold. 

“Oh, right, sorry, Princess,” he immediately pulls you inside, the warmth of the trailer immediately soothing your cold hands. You take your coat off, breathing in the familiar aroma of weed and Eddie’s house. It was comforting scent that you hadn’t smelled in months, work made sure to keep you too busy to smoke as much as you used to. After kicking off your shoes, you turn to find Eddie making you a cup of tea, something you always wanted when you got too cold. 

“I recall you saying something about keeping a joint warm for me?” You ask as you grab a handful of chips, popping some in your mouth as Eddie brings you your tea, focusing extra hard on not spilling a drop. 

“I did! It’s right— wait, where did I put it?” He frowns and spins to search for it, muttering softly to himself as he retraces his steps before finding the neatly rolled joint waiting for you both in the ashtray on the coffee table. He grabs it and holds it up triumphantly, plopping down to the couch. 

“Ha ha! Found it!” He pops it into his lips and lights it as you relax on to the couch beside him, stealing a few puffs off before handing it to you. “Here you are, my dear.”

“Thank you,” you chirp and pluck it from him. God, you needed this. Taking a deep breath, you let the thick smoke fill your lungs, eyes shut as you embrace the coming calm. Slowly, you blow the air from your pursed lips and up into the air, the action has Eddie’s full attention on you. Fuck, your lips are gorgeous. You hum and blink your eyes open. “God, I needed that.”

Eddie smiles and leans back into the couch, snagging the remote from the cushions and turning the TV on. Old reruns of Gilligan’s Island play on while you two pass the joint back and forth. You don’t say much, and for the first time in a while, it’s a comfortable silence. Soon, you find yourself leaning on Eddie, your limbs pleasantly tingly and light, made of feathers and lead all at once. You notice him shifting a lot beside you, his calmness slipping for a moment. A heavy yawn pulls from the base of Eddie’s chest as he stretches his arms above his head, one holding the shared joint comfortably between his fingers and the other coming to rest along the back of the couch behind you. You think nothing of it and choose to focus on the TV, Gilligan found radioactive vegetables and suddenly the entire island has super powers. 

The warmth of Eddie’s arm sliding from the cushions to rest on your shoulders pulls your attention away from the screen once more. Eddie draws is a small breath, hiding the small gasp in the butt of the joint, but the longer his arm stays slung around you, the more he relaxes. With the buzz currently strumming through you, you decide to rest your head on his shoulder and reach for the shared blunt. Eddie hands it over, relishing in the heat as you snuggle in a little closer like you always do and sigh comfortably. His high was slowly starting to come down, which meant the nerves were starting to come back. Swallowing softly, he wills himself to relax (counterintuitive, I know). You look over at your best friend, his jaw was clenched as he breathes deeply through his nose, his leg starting to bounce as he fidgets with the hole in his jeans. 

“You ok, Eds? You look tense,” you ask softly, it was killing you, you had to ask. When he looks back at you, he sees the genuine worry in your eyes. His heart soars when he realizes how close your face is to his, he can smell your shampoo, and God, you were just so perfect. He has to do something. Now or never. 

“Y-Yeah,” he nods, clearing his throat, “I just wanted t-to apologize for being weird these last few weeks.”

“Oh,” you sigh, relief washing over you, “it’s ok, Eds. I figured something was up, but I’m…” you trail off, suddenly noticing how close your faces are too, “I’m glad we’re back to normal.”

“Me too, Sweets,” he says in a slow, deep voice, the sound sends a shiver through you, one you couldn’t exactly hide from him. His lips part as you stare at each other, his pupils dilating as the moments tick by. 

Without breaking eye contact, Eddie takes the forgotten blunt from your hands and sets it aside in the ashtray. The brush of his hands on yours sears your skin in a way you’re all too familiar with. His hand comes back to caress your knee, his touch was gentle and careful, mindful of any boundaries that you might have. Carefully, you move with him, sliding into his lap, your movements unhurried and careful. Eddie takes a deep breath and welcomes you against his body, it was familiar yet different, you’d sat in his lap a million times before but this time just felt different. The arm that was slung around your shoulders slowly drapes itself further around your middle as you both are drawn to each other like magnets, his hold slowly capturing you like a python. 

“Eddie,” you whisper, your own hand coming to his forearm, tracing those goddamn bats once more while the other rests against his shoulder. The second you touch him, Eddie is certain there is no going back for him. This was it. 

“Be my girl,” he says in that low timber, his tone is bordering on begging. He’s scarily serious, a heat blazing behind his eyes. Your noses brush together, foreheads touching, your eyes stay fixed on his as you drink in his words, words you’ve dreamt of hearing for years. “Be my girl.”

“I am your girl,” you whisper without a second thought. It was the easiest answer you’ve ever given him. Eddie’s breathing catches in his throat at your words, his hands tightening around you before one slides up your back to cradle your head against his. 

“You’re mine?” His voice was timid now, almost not believing you. You mould your body to him even more, cradling his head like he is yours. 

“Yes,” you say simply, like it was the most obvious and true thing in the world— and it was. Eddie’s eyes slide shut with a sigh, relief washing over him as well as a tidal wave of happiness. You pull his head against yours a little firmer, basking in the quiet hush that took over the trailer ever since your conversation started. 

“Kiss me.” You whisper, your words have Eddie’s eyes snapping open, almost as if he didn’t hear you correctly, so you repeat yourself. “Kiss me, Eddie.”

There were 3 things that you were absolutely certain: One, Eddie Munson had the softest lips in the entire universe. Two, there was no way you were ever going to forget this moment for as long as you live. And three, you were undoubtedly, unconditionally, and irrevocably in love with him. 

Nothing in this world has ever felt so right. 

The tender yet passionate press of his lips on yours had your head spinning, your hand in his hair tightened to help ground you. Eddie’s hold on you tightened as well, the kiss slowly but surely deepening. The first swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip evokes a deep groan from the pit of his chest, your own answering whimper vibrates against his mouth. He welcomes your tongue into his mouth with his own, playing with your tongue happily, taking his time to taste you as thoroughly as he possibly can. You lure his wet muscle deeper into your mouth, the action alone has Eddie panting like he ran a mile. The buzzing high from the weed is quickly replaced with the electric want strumming through you both. 

Soon, breathing becomes a necessity and Eddie reluctantly breaks the kiss. Gasping for air, you can’t help but steal a few more pecks in between heaving breath, each kiss ending with a satisfyingly wet smack. The quick pecks soon turn back into full kisses, tongues drawn back to each other with need. When you shift forward, you feel it; hot and hard at the front of his jeans. Eddie detaches from your lips to gasp, his eyes fluttering as you rest your weight against his hard on. 

“J-Jesus Christ,” he gasps, staring at you with those big doe eyes. He dives in again, not being able to stand to not be kissing you for every long. You hum before breaking away from him once more, your foreheads resting against each other as you breathe in sync. 

“I… I love you. I love you so much,” he professes between deep breaths, the heft of sincerity is clear in his tone, “you’re… you’re everything.”

“I love you, too,” you respond and pepper his face with kisses, drawing a happy grin across Eddie’s face. “Been in love with you for so long, Eddie, so long.”

Eddie groans at that, tucking his face away into the crook of your neck, letting himself finally feast on the delicate skin like he’s always wanted. You shiver when you feel his lips sweep across your throat, messy kisses trailing along the column of your neck. It has you positively trembling, the throbbing wetness between your thighs was nearly unbearable. Sweet moans fall from your lips as he sucks a hickey into the soft skin of your throat, your hips naturally moving against his to ease the throbbing between your legs. 

“Eddie,” you moan out into the living room, the sinful sound reverberating off the walls of the cluttered trailer and filling Eddie’s ears. He curses under his breath, hips lifting up to meet yours eagerly. You fall into a slow yet heated rhythm together, both of you writhing in perfect time. Eddie kisses his way back up to your mouth. 

“Princess, fuck, that feels so good,” he growls, his cock pulses and strains against the seam of his zipper. Each roll of your hips was quickly turning his brain to mush, all he knew was that this was the best thing in the fucking world and nothing could possibly top it. 

“Take me to bed, Eddie, please.” 

Ok, he was wrong. 

“Yes. I—You—Yes,” is all he can get out before he’s rising from his spot with you scooped up in his arms. You yelp at the sudden movements, clinging to Eddie’s surprisingly strong body as he marches you both towards the back of the trailer. Eddie continues to mouth at your neck and lips, switching between the two eagerly while maneuvering you both through the house perfectly. He slams his door open blindly before kicking it shut with enough vigor to shake the frame. 

“Dreamt about this so many times, Sweets, you have no fucking idea,” he groans as he lowers you to his bed, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of you beneath him. The throbbing of his cock is nearly painful when he sees the sight before him: you on your back, your lips swollen and plump from his kisses, hickeys and lovebites that he left blossoming along your gorgeous neck, your hair messy from his hands. 

“Oh, fuck, you have no idea,” he rips his t shirt off and tosses it to the side without a thought before diving back down to you, his mouth attached to the skin of your throat, “you’re so fucking beautiful, y’know that right? Make me so fucking crazy all the damn time.”

He was rambling, he knew it, but really couldn’t control himself at this point. The only thing on his mind was showing you just how much he loved you in any way you’d let him. Your hands eagerly explored the newly exposed skin of his torso and chest, your fingers tracing over the tattoos you’ve memorized a million times over. A pleased grin pulls at your lips when you see him shiver as your hands ghost over his heated skin. Slowly raking your hands across his chest, you cup his jaw in your hands, forcing him to look at you. 

“You’re gorgeous, Eddie Munson,” you purr to him, letting every ounce of emotion you feel for him pour into your words. You see his eyes glaze over as he searches yours, looking for any lies or truths in you, and finding more of the latter than anything else. His face turns an adorable shade of pink, one that you have every intention of seeing again. 

Before he can say anything, you steal another kiss, distracting him for a moment. The feeling of your hands sliding down his body once more has Eddie pulling at your top, silently asking if he can remove it. You nod and he tears the fabric away from your body as quick as he possibly can to return his mouth to yours, Eddie was certain he’d never get enough of your kisses. 

The moment your hands return to his body they start sliding south, teasing the buckle of his belt. A shuddering gasp breaks Eddie’s lips from yours, his jaw drops when you cup the front of his pants. Even through the layer of denim separating you you’re able to feel his length against your palm. From what you can feel, he was thick, and hard, and just begging to be played with. With your bottom lip caught in your teeth, you rub at the bulge eagerly. 

“A-Ah, haaaaaah fuck,” Eddie moans, no shame evident in his voice. He grips the bare flesh of your sides as you touch him, trying to ground himself with his mouth over your bra-covered chest. God, if it was this good through his jeans, he was certain he was going to die when you actually touch him. 

“Eddie,” you moan as he mouths at your nipple through the thin material of your black bra, the sound of his name has his hips surging into your hand. He switches from one breast to the other, giving sloppy kisses and teasing bites to the soft flesh. With trembling hands, you start undoing his belt as fast as you can but whine when the belt doesn’t come undone. “Wanna feel you, baby, please?” You ask oh, so sweetly. 

“Fuck, ok, ok, yeah,” he mumbles as he rises to his knees, his own shaking hands unfasten the belt much faster than you could hope for. You hear the clinking of his belt and the hum of his zipper being pulled down, your face heating up with excitement, your hips wiggling on their own accord. Eddie kicks off his jeans and socks, leaving him in his favorite checkered boxers. You barely get a glance at the tent in his boxers before he’s playing with the button and zipper of your own pants. “Can I take these off, Sweets?”

“Yes, please,” you confirm with quick nods, and that’s all he needed before tearing off your trousers and throwing them behind him without a thought. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes as he hovers above you, his calloused hand tracing the slope of your outer thigh and hip, his thumb rubbing over the elastic band of your black panties (thank God you wore a somewhat matching set—basics for the fucking win). Your face heats up at his words again. 

“You said that already, Eds,” you tease with a bashful smile, and Eddie can’t help but smirk at your reaction, you were so cute when you got all flustered. 

“It needs to be said again, Princess,” his voice dropped back to that husky tone. He was looking a little too smug for your liking. Deciding that revenge was in order, you unclip your bra, letting it slip down your arms before you discard it with the rest of your clothes. The look on Eddie’s face, was exactly what you hoped: jaw dropped wide, his eyes wide and laser focused on your naked chest. He was stunned speechless. 

“I—Fucking hell!” He curses under his breath before eagerly attacking your chest. Loud moans fill the room as he latches his annoying skilled mouth to your nipple, sucking and lapping at it like his life depended on it while his other hand cupped and kneaded the flesh of your other breast just as passionately. His own pitiful moans matched yours, eyes sliding shut as he relishes in the feeling of you in his hands and mouth. 

“Fuck, yes!” You cry out when he pinches your hardened bud between two rough fingers and rolls it, your back arching into his face and hands for more while your hands pulled at his hair and scratched at his back. Eddie shivers when he feels the bite of your nails along his skin. Your eyes flutter when you feel his kisses getting lower and lower, now leaving a trail down your belly while his hands caressed your hips, playing with the bands of your soaked underwear. Settling in on his stomach between your legs, Eddie gently spreads your legs, holding your thighs in his large hands tenderly. A whine escapes you when he kisses along your inner thighs, making sure to leave imprints of his teeth and mouth on the juicy meat. 

He was about to ask for permission to remove your underwear but you lift your hips for him before he can speak. With a pleased smirk, Eddie peels your panties away from your core, going slowly so he can watch the strings of your arousal stick to the gusset of your panties. Eddie can swear that he’s never been harder in his entire life. It takes every ounce of self control within him to not blow his load at the sight of your bare pussy, wet and waiting for him to touch. A loud appreciative groan bubbles from the back of his throat, your confidence skyrocketing at the sound of it. The small smirk you wear is quick to disappear when his tongue licks a fat stripe up the cut of you, collecting as much of your arousal as he possibly can. 

“O-Ohh fuck!” You whimper and lift your head to watch him, Eddie moans as your sweetness coats his tongue for the first time. He knew immediately that he was never going to be satisfied, he would always crave your heady flavor. The feeling of his tongue lapping at your folds rids your mind of any coherent thought, all you could feel was the heat of pleasure coursing through you in perfect time with his wiggling tongue. You grip the long curly locks of his hair for help, head tipping back against the pillow, thighs trembling as his warm mouth surrounds your clit, sucking harshly just to hear you moan for him.  He eats you like he would never be fed again, his movements viciously reverent, equal parts desperate and passionate.

Eddie casts a glance up at you, smiling through the hazy lust that coats his mind. You’re a mess with your sweaty skin shining in the light from his bedside lamp, your hair wild from where you’ve pulled on it, your eyes were screwed shut and your gorgeous mouth was hung ajar to let him hear every single noise you made. He’s got you right where he wants you; writhing and whining above him with his head between your thighs. 

The firm grip he has on your thighs tightens the more you twist and writhe in his hold. The sting at his scalp spurs him on, your high pitched cries of his name and curses fuel his desire. He circles a thick finger at your quivering entrance before easing it into your heat, the tightness of your cunt around his finger has his hips driving down into the mattress on their own accord. 

“E-Eddie! M’gonna cum!” You cry out, not caring if any of the nosy neighbors can hear you. If anything you wanted them to hear you, because Eddie Munson is a fucking God at giving head. 

There’s a building tension in the pit of your gut, fire consuming your every nerve as he works you closer and closer to your high. He maintains the pace of his mouth and finger, carefully adding another finger in with the other, stretching you out as best he can. Your legs shake around his head, his free hand holding your thighs open for him, your back arching suddenly as you draw tight. He can feel your walls pulsing and fluttering around his fingers, his cock flexing desperately with need as you finally cum for him. 

Melodious. Perfect. Beautiful. 

That’s how Eddie would describe the sound and feeling of you coming for him. The sinful cry of his name is the only thing on your lips as you cum. Stars burst behind your eyelids as you fall over the edge, your breathing shallow and erratic as Eddie slows the speed of his fingers and mouth, now giving your clit gentle kisses. Only when you push at his head with a whining plead does Eddie release you with a gasp. 

“You taste so fucking good, so fucking good,” is all he can say through his own heaving breaths, petting your outer thigh while you come down. You feel his lips press soothing kisses to your heated skin, making you grin and giggle breathily. Eddie matches your smile, your release coating his lips still, and if it were up to him, they would stay that way forever. 

“Come here,” you pull at him as he quickly crawls up your body. Your lips attack his the instant they are in reach, the tangy sweetness of yourself on his tongue does nothing to deter you from practically devouring him. Eddie’s brain short-circuits when you play with the waistband of his boxers. “Take these off for me, baby.”

He did not need to be told twice. 

He scrambles to get them off and down his legs, his frantic movements making you giggle and sit up on your elbows. Eddie grins when his boxers are finally kicked to the floor, his skin flushed pink already. Your breath catches in your throat when you see him; he was thick and long, his red tip leaking beads of pearly precum and glistening in the lamp light. You moan softly at the sight, biting your lip as Eddie takes his place on top of you again. He can’t say that this was the reaction he expected, but it was definitely better than he had hoped for. 

Before either of you can speak, you’re pulling him in to a heated kiss and flipping him on to his back. Eddie moans in surprise when his back lands on his bed, but then a pleased purr rumbles into your mouth when you settle into his lap. A pleased sigh flutters from you when his bare skin glides across yours for the first time. No clothes, no barriers to keep you separated. It felt right. 

“F-Fucking hell,” Eddie curses in a soft voice when your dripping cunt settles against his bare cock, the feeling was only what he could describe as divine. Then you rocked against him. “Oh! Oh, fuck yes!”

You whimper when his hands clutch your hips, his bruising grip helping you to grind a little faster on him. 

“Yeah, yeah, a little faster, rub your pussy on me, Princess, just like that,” he breathes out, his eyes glued to the space between you to watch as his cock get drenched in your juices. “Holy fucking shit, baby, that’s so—that’s so hot.”

“Eddie, please,” you moan, the desperation was getting to you, “need you inside me, need to fuck you.”

“God,” he groans and tosses his head back on the pillow beneath him, shutting his eyes to keep from blowing his load immediately. He realizes his mistake the moment your mouth starts to bite at his neck, your plush lips sucking at his pulse to leave matching hickeys that he’ll admire later. “Fuck, ok, Princess—“ he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before you’re rising to your knees with a pretty hand wrapped around the base of his cock to guide him into you. 

The moment his mushroom tip catches your quivering entrance, Eddie is sure that time stopped. You slowly ease him into you, letting gravity pull you on to his dick. So, this is what it heaven is like, you think to yourself before the pleasure renders you thoughtless. You listen to the long moan Eddie releases and naturally match it. Inch after inch, he fills you, stretching your little hole beyond what you’ve thought possible. The wetness you left behind on his shaft and the mix of his spit between your legs ease your descent, allowing him to slip further and further into you until he finally bottoms out. Eddie is speechless, his jaw open wide as he pants, eyes shut tight, his legs were already shaking. Nothing has ever felt this fucking good in his life.

“Oh my God, you’re so fucking big,” you moan in a thin voice, your eyes fluttering at the feeling of Eddie, your best friend, finally being inside you. “Feel so good, Eddie, so fucking full.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he breathes out quickly, trying to regain composure, and finally opens his eyes. He sees you perched on top of him like he’s always dreamed about: your back arched ever so slightly to accommodate him inside you, your eyes looked dazed and fucked out already, plush lips wet with your spit and ajar as you gasp for breath, sweat gave your skin a dewey ethereal glow. 

“Oh God, you—fuck!” He curses again, his brain failing him and leaving him with no thoughts except ‘fuck.’ And he had every intention of doing just that. 

With your hands braced on his chest, you give an experimental grind of your hips. Rolling in a circle, you let your hips move sensually, easing yourself into the sensations. The tuft of hair at the base of him rubs into your clit, the sensitive nub getting just the right amount of stimulation that has you speeding up. Drawing your hips up, you finally start to bounce on him. Soon the precise pace that you found is lost to a frenzy, want and lust taking over your bodies until neither of you can fight it.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, Eddie!” You cry out as you lose yourself, Eddie’s firm grip helping you ride him. He gives you a shout of your name in response of his own, his hips lifting to meet yours. He watches the way your face contorts each time he thrusts into you, addicted to the cute scrunch of your nose when he bottoms out. 

“So good, that’s it, good fucking girl, taking me so fucking well,” he rambles in a gruff voice that is eerily similar to his morning voice. The throaty rasp has you clenching around him, pulling deeper groans from the man beneath you. “Such a tight little pussy, Princess, feels so good around me, never wanna fucking leave, wanna keep fucking you forever.”

He knows it’s silly but that’s how he feels. He can tell you like it too, judging from the way you claw at his pecks and throw yourself on his dick even harder. Tipping your head back, you let yourself feel. The blinding, searing euphoria coursing through your veins, Eddie’s brutal grip on your hips, his flush, heated skin sticking to yours, the pleasurable scratch of his body hair, the comfortable softness of his mattress beneath you both. 

Eddie watches as your eyes slide shut, he can see each wave of pleasure crash down on you, the way your face can’t hide how good you feel, how your moans are forced out of you each time he slams you down on his cock, the hypnotizing bounce of your tits in front of him. He couldn’t take it anymore. 

Sitting up, he braces a hand behind him on the bed and wraps an arm around your waist, holding you in place while he takes control. With his knees bent, Eddie is able to drive up into you harder than before. You claw at his shoulder and lean back a little, adding a small grind to his thrusts to send you both into a tizzy. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Eddie!” You moan at the top of your lungs, one hand grabbing a handful of Eddie’s hair and pulling harshly. That nearly does him in.

“O-Oh!” He whimpers, his cock flexing deep inside you as his pace falters for a moment before returning to the punishing rhythm. The feeling of your pussy juices leaking down his bare shaft and dripping down his balls leaves him delirious. It’s then that he realizes he’s not wearing a condom.

“Fuck! Princess, you gotta get off! M’Gonna cum! G-Get off! Gonna cum!” He sounds broken, he looks like it too, with his face crumpling with debilitating pleasure. He desperate to keep going right up until he has to pull out, his arm around you getting ready to lift you off of him. 

“No, inside! Want it inside, Eddie, please!” You whine and lean in, kissing sloppily at his open mouth. Your begging is painful to listen to, but it erases any coherent thought in his head. The hand holding him up meets your clit to start rubbing furious circles on it, the rough callous of the pads of his fingers has you seizing up in his grasp. You needed to cum before he did. With his sweaty forehead resting on yours, he watches as you finally fall apart. “Cum inside me! Cum inside me! Eddie!”

You practically scream for him when you reach your peak, your entire body trembling and tensing around him. Eddie watches as you surrender to your high, he’s never seen someone look so beautiful. The unbridled scream of his name paired with your pleas for him to finish inside you is more than enough for Eddie. 

“I-I love you, love you so fucking much!” He grits out through his teeth as he finally comes. Nothing in this world can describe the feeling of his cum finally filling you. The sounds of his loud moans, wanton and bordering on screams, were the most erotic sounds you could ever think of. You cling to him, and he to you, as you both shiver and tremble, riding out your highs together. 

Eddie can barely think, nothing mattered to him except what he held in his arms at the moment. He could hear the ringing in his ears as well as your mixed moans, feel the heaving of your chests and the hammering of your hearts as they beat rapidly. Peeling open his heavy eyelids, he’s met with your own weighted stare. The fucked out expression on your face paired with the knowledge that he was the one to put it there, sent his heart soaring for the skies. He brings both hands to your back, rubbing the dewey skin with a shaking touch. He cradles you to him with a grin so bright you swear it could light up the sky. 

You can’t help the giggle that bubbles in your throat, your arms slung around his neck to pull him into a kiss. It’s sweet and tender, a bit sloppy from your exhaustion but still absolutely perfect. Eddie strokes as much of your skin as he can reach, trailing his hands from your thighs and up your back as many times as he can. 

“I love you,” you hear him mumble against your lips before kissing you again with the ghost of a smile, “I love you,” kiss, “I love you,” kiss. 

“I love you, too,” you whisper back, you feel your face heat up, “that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

“Fuck, me too,” Eddie grumbles with a smirk, clearly proud of himself, “I don’t think I can walk after that,” he chuckles, “fucking hell, when you begged me to cum inside you? Fuck, I nearly passed out.” 

You chuckle with him and hide your face in the crook of his neck, letting him hold you a little closer. Eddie grins like an idiot, you were always so cute when you got bashful, and it was funny to see the contrast between the sweet angel hiding her face and the sex goddess who rode him within an inch of his life. His light laughter died off as he lowered his head to whisper to you. 

“I came inside you.” You could hear the worry in his voice, so you caress the meat of his arm before pulling back to give him a reassuring smile. 

“I’m on the pill. We’re safe,” you say gently. In an instant, any and all worries left his body immediately. The cute little wrinkle between his lightly furrowed eyebrows disappeared with a sigh and was replaced by his million-dollar smile. 

“We’re safe,” he repeats and you nod, “so that means I can do that again?”

“If you want to,” you bite your lip when Eddie gives you a mischievous look. 

“‘If I want to?’ Princess, that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do for the last 5 years,” he scoffs and shakes his head, “‘If I want to.’”

You giggle at his rambling and play with a strand of his messy hair. A few moments pass in silence as you both bask in the after glow. 

“When did you… did you realize that you love me?” You ask gently, peeking up to see Eddie watching you with loving eyes— like he always was.

“Since you told me my bat tattoo was cool in sophomore year,” he whispers back to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while he smiles at the memory. “You were the only one who actually liked them. I couldn’t look at them without thinking of you, after that. Still can’t.”

“Oh,” you were nearly crying. How sweet can he possibly be, you were going to die.

“What about you?” 

“When you beat up Derek Steinberg for starting those rumors about me. You did it without even hesitating and then you-you made sure that I was ok. You were so kind and so selfless and— no one ever cared about me like that before.”

“Well, it seems we’ve had it down bad for each other for a long time,” he chuckles, lightening up the mood a little. “We’ve got some time to make up, don’t you think?”

“Mmhmm,” you nod with a smile. 

“Dates, dinners, parties… I think it’s time we did some of those.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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