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hyewka · 1 year ago

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can i suggest a fic where beomgyu is helping take the reader’s mind off a bad breakup…. by fucking the living SHIT out of her NDJDNDJDJDJ

while i fuck you straight | c.bg

warnings; hard dom best friend!gyu, sub!reader, unprotected + pullout method, breeding kink, a spank or two, praise + degradation (mostly praise), slut shaming, rough marking, a tinge of possessiveness, friends w/ benefits, no romantic feelings involved (or are there?), ruined orgasm, princess pet name, beomgyus an insatiable manwhore lol, needy perv gyu with a lot of spit play, fingering, titty sucking hehe, literal messy filth and also barely proofread on my end

a/n; have to thank jazmine with all my heart for proof reading and giving suggestions, i love you so much 😭 @heart2beom this shouldn’t be a big deal as it is, but it is my first time writing full on dom beomgyu so it is this mini celebration for me and all the dom!gyu enthusiasts (i hope) 😇 reblogs are appreciated, keeps me going

You held your phone above your face, scrolling mindlessly through your socials, though subconsciously, you were really just awaiting a call from your boyfriend. Well, now ex-boyfriend. It's already been a week since you got dumped but no matter what went down that day, you couldn't get over him.

It was pitiful every time you jumped up from your bed at a notification just to find it was in fact not your ex asking to take you back and ...just a random spam email.

Beomgyu had his back against your bed, legs sprawled on the floor, also on his phone. You guys had run out of things to talk about when every conversation spun its way back to your ex- Seen that new marvel movie? You wanted to watch it with your boyfriend. That professor just got fired! You remember your boyfriend used to complain about that class. Gosh, you don’t think you’ll ever get over him.

"You're miserable." Beomgyu suddenly brings up.

You groan, as you repeatedly refresh your feed. "Gee, thanks Beomgyu. That definitely doesn't make me ten times more miserable."

He lets his head fall back on your bed, looking up at you through an upside down lens, abandoning his phone. “No, like truly miserable. I’ve never seen you so up and dry and…sober. Be young, live a little.”

You narrow your eyes at him, looking past your phone for the first time in a while. “…You talk like you’re 80 years old, about to retire and wallow in self pity, having experienced all there is to life. Thanks Gyu but no thanks.”

“I’m an old soul Y/N.” He says patting his chest, and you roll your eyes. Not necessarily refuting it, it’s his entire personality. “Where’s the chick I used to know anyway. The old Y/N would’ve been over this in a day with a quick hookup rebound.”

You finally put your phone down, staring up your ceiling. He was totally right. Who else would be right about you if not Beomgyu? But you don’t want to think about your old self, or you’d start sobbing again. Not like you were a totally great person, but that person wouldn’t be so stuck on someone. Anything but being the lovesick, doting person you would’ve made fun of just a year ago. God, he really changed you hadn’t he?

You kick your feet, whining, falling into the abyss of treasured memories. “You don’t understand, he was different, he—he was the one, you know?”

He ponders for a bit, room silent, staring at you through his soft lashes, and you think that maybe he’ll give it you; sympathize and understand that grieving was the entire process of a first love. The silence is suffocating when finally, he lets out a light scoff, cutting through it. “No, no I don’t know. Bet you just got soft.”

“God, fuck you Beomgyu.”

He grins his stupid grin that the situation definitely doesn’t call for, “You wish.”

You think if he wasn’t with you through thick and thin for the past four years, you would’ve definitely developed some sort of hatred.

You could visibly notice a lightbulb spark above his head with the way he immediately sits up straight. “Hey, hey wait.”

You tentatively watch as he turns his back away from you, laying both his arms on the soft cushion of your mattress. “I think I might’ve just had the best idea ever. Of the century. The idea of the century.”

“I highly doubt that.” You say, blindly feeling the surface for your phone already.

“Just hear me out,” he whines noticing your eagerness to dismiss him. “But also don’t freak out or anything. Promise me.”

You stare at him, hesitant before you give in to his doe eyes. Sighing, you say: “Okay. I promise I won’t ‘freak’ out. What’s your groundbreaking idea?”

“We should like… fuck.”

Your brows are slow to raise, the rapidness of your blinking at what you think you just heard—no, not think, know. Beomgyu’s voice, loud and clear with his diction, your eyes widen at the final click of it all. Before you know it, you’re reaching for the pillow behind you, flinging it at him with all strength.

It’s like he predicted it prior, dodging one… and then another as you throw all remaining pillows on your bed. Instead of missing with your last one, you decide to hold on to it, and attack him with it. His smug demeanor of successfully dodging everything just a second ago, dissipates as he takes cover for protection. “Are you fucking—are you crazy?!” you yell exapserated, more than awake with your wide eyes.

“Ya! You—you promised you wouldn’t freak out!” When that doesn’t stop your mania with the damn pillow, he decides to lay it all out with as much speed as he can’t seem to escape your wrath. “You want to forget him don’t you? I mean, you should! He dumped you, it’s over! Sulking over him is—Ow! So out of character for you—fuck—I promise a one time fuck would get your mind off him.”

Your pillow is mid air, and Beomgyu opens an eye to peek, hands still in protection mode—you sigh, landing a weak hit on his head before loosening your grip. You do want to forget. You’d do anything to get rid of what you’re feeling. But…

“It—it wouldn’t change anything for me. If that’s a worry. You know that no matter what, you’re my best friend.” He finds his footing, collecting himself, looking at you with intensity you could date back to just a few times over the course of your very long friendship. “Someone I care about. I can’t stand seeing you hurt and not being able to do anything. You know that.”

You bite down on your lip, staring at the familiar boy with his familiar brown bed of hair, and his familiar eyes, lips…How fast did he get you to actually give this a thought? Probably a minute or two. Beomgyu had a way with convincing you to do …anything. “I…know. But what if, what if I’m still head over heels in love with him? What if it doesn’t change anything for me?”

A grin gradually takes over his face, one that is once again, not fitting for the situation. “Why—why are you smiling like an idiot? This is—”

“It’ll change.”

You knit your brows together. “What?”

You don’t notice the way Beomgyu’s hand slowly inched to yours but suddenly, his palm was over your hand, squeezing it just a bit. “Having sex with me is a once in a life time opportunity. You’ll forget him. I promise.”

If you weren’t so lost in his eyes, as cliché as it sounds, you would’ve been completely taken out—probably a joke on his sheer confidence because who just says that? But he’s so …hypnotizing as you don’t even take notice of the ‘okay’ that leaves your lips.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” You exhale, “Okay. We’re adults. This won’t matter in a few weeks. Let’s do it.”

Beomgyu doesn’t hesitate for more than a few seconds before he was on your bed, crashing his lips on yours, a brief taste of strawberry lip balm, knocking a breath out of you until he slows down, testing the waters, then he stops, noses brushing against each other as he searches for something in your eyes, breathing already heavy, “Is this weird? Was that weird?”

You gulp looking down on his already glistening lips, and you nod. “The—the situation, not …the kiss. Fucking your best friend is an odd situation. The kiss…the kiss was good.” You ramble, your voice barely a whisper but he catches it anyway as you take notice of a small smile before he’s kissing you again, hands once cupping your cheeks already moving down to your tits, ministrating gently—every bit of his action seemed careful, too careful for what you know of the things your friends had told you in heated rants and swoons.

Half of the dictionary could be used to describe Beomgyu, and promiscuous was not an exclusion. You could probably say you already fucked him with the headache inducing details about what being with him in bed was like. Which is why you’re nervous as hell right now. From what you know, Beomgyu was… a lot. More than you could handle now, after an entire year of keeping yourself to one man.

“Jaehyun was worried about you. Was worried about what you’d do to me.” You blurt out randomly when Beomgyus’ moved to peppering feathery kisses along your jawline. He hums against your skin, then stops for a second to whisper, “He was?”

You could feel the smirk on his lips, opening his mouth a tiny amount to slightly suck on your neck at the process of your words—of course Beomgyu would get an ego boost from this. “Why?”

Beomgyu is practically suffocating with how little space he’s giving you, body flush against flush, your chest heaving the rougher he increasingly gets with his marking, his sly hand down to rub between your thighs, right at your core.

“Said you only wanted to get into my pants—h-ha shit, slow down, slow down Gyu.” You were getting teary eyed by his increased speed, friction against your sweats getting you wetter by the second whenever the pad of his finger teased your slit. “You know he—he asked me to stop hanging around you b-because—”

None of this was new to Beomgyu, your past boyfriends have always been worried about him for the exact reason—that he’d convince you to let him fuck you, because apparently women can’t have male best friends without it being more than platonic. But …you guess you aren’t really proving them any wrong now with the way you were letting him have his way, marking messy purple splotches all over, in hungry predatory manner, getting rougher and rougher by the second. You gasp when he abuses the same spot he just visited a few seconds ago, “Beomgyu!”

“Because?”

He presses on your aching core, pending you with the question. He didn’t seem as happy as he was with his smugness prior. “Because he thinks you’re a sleaze.”

An incredulous— mean chuckle from the back of his throat and suddenly his hand was down your panties, abandoning the long game of teasing in matter of seconds. He doesn’t touch you though, which only proves to make you more insane. “That’s dumb. Do you think I’m a sleaze?” You shiver, his deep voice so close to your ears, breath fanning against your cool skin—your eyes could go sore from how hard you’re shutting them closed.

You refuse to give it all to him, it makes you feel embarrassed and small. A new, foreign feeling you never thought you’d experience with Beomgyu of all people. “I-in some ways, yes.”

Not a satisfying response from you, he clicks his tongue like you were a misbehaving child, “You’re really annoying, you know that?”

You don’t get a chance to retort before you feel the pad of his finger prodding your pussy, then moving to gather your wetness.

Suddenly, he freezes his movement, pulling back from your neck, looking at you with an amused glint to his dark eyes. “Shit, you’re fucking drenched. And I barely did anything—”

You think he’s making fun of you so your cheeks quickly flush red, already putting up walls of defence but then he kisses you in the heat of the moment, wiping your frown away and you’re finding yourself reciprocating without a second thought—the kiss so sloppy and messy, string of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away out of breath. “Fuck, that’s so hot princess. You’re so hot.” He breathes in awe of the spit—he truly is the biggest perv.

“Spread your legs for me.” he groans, trying to get better access to your pussy. You obey, admittedly a little slow, but who can blame you? It feels embarrassing regardless of who, but it’s ten folds with your best friend. “Moreee.” he whines, and god you wish you could slap him—can he not see that you’re trying?

“Beomgyu—“

Your voice gets cut off, gasping when he takes it upon himself to pull down your sweatpants with a quick swift motion, taking it off completely, revealing your patterned underwear—and god, now you’re hiding your face…everything was so embarrassing. He takes a second to examine the wet dark spot right in the middle, proof to what he felt earlier, but then you kick your feet. “Stop staring freak!” you shriek.

You can see through the cracks of your fingers the smirk he has on, looking at you with so much intensity you think you’d melt. He reaches out to grab your hand and put it down, even through your resistance, you couldn’t match his strength to your dismay. “I wanna see your face. Have to let me see you fall apart on my fingers like a little slut.”

You’re scandalized at his wording, your cheeks once again quickly heating up. But you let him part your timid legs anyway, big hands gripping the softness of your thighs, spreading your legs as much as he possibly could, to the point you felt yourself cramp up. But even with whines of protest he doesn’t ease up—bunching your panties to the side, impatient when finally he inserts a digit—experimental with his movement before you hear him groan out a curse. “You’re so tight holy shit, did he even fuck you?”

“Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t wanna know.”

Your senses are already overflowing, you could feel his hard on, his erection pressed on your bare skin, you’re hyper aware of the finger inside you—slender and slow with expertise as he pushes in and out, talking to you as if you could respond with anything more than restrained mewls. “Maybe dating him was good, then you had to be monogamous and not whore around with every guy you laid eyes on like you used to.”

“I-I never whored around—shit.” He suddenly speeds up, a merciless grin spread on his face—did he find messing with you funny?

“Yes you did. It was a new guy every…it was weekly, wasn’t it?”

You shake your head at his accusations, tears brimming when his mouth finds it use, suckling harshly on your nipples through your flimsy top—your body extra sensitive with the way you spasm on a singular finger. He pumps in two without warning and you yelp, hand reaching out to grab at his hair. You swear you could cum just from the stretch. “Stop denying it, you’d do anything for dick. I’m surprised you stayed so long with that bitch. Was he any good?”

One thing you won’t do is tell Beomgyu details of your sex life with your ex. You refuse. But Beomgyu is stubborn, and he isn’t one to give up so easily. Especially if he feels like you’re withholding information from him. “Tell me.”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

He raises his eyebrows in mocking shock, “No way. He never made you cum?”

Your nostrils flair from pure embarrassment and shock. How’d he know? You quickly try to control your expressions, masking it to not give him a hint that his guess was right, but he knew you too well. You hate that. Especially now.

“Can’t believe you’re hung up on a man—fuck, baby are you close? Hung up on a man that never made you orgasm—shit,” He breathes, rubbing his clothed dick on your thigh, getting off at the sight of your face. You really are falling apart. “Don’t worry princess, I’ll take care of you.”

You tighten your hold on his hair, feeling yourself get close as you grind down on his fingers, chasing your high, choosing for your sanity to ignore all his sweet talkings.

“Gyu, gyu I-I’m gonna—No—no-why? God, fuck you, you’re such a—such a dickhead!”

Beomgyu just ruined your orgasm by completely taking out his fingers, you could practically cry out of frustration and yet he didn’t seem the least bit sorry. Instead, he makes a show of licking his fingers, the ones he just had in you, swirling his tongue and sucking them clean while making direct eye contact. You cower a little but still keep your eyes on him. Now you aren’t sure if you could stay as bitter.

You blink rapidly to collect yourself, because holy shit, you’re getting weak for…Beomgyu. “Why’d you do that? I was close Gyu.” you say exasperated.

He unbuckles his jeans, “I said I’d take care of you, just trust me.” Zipping down his pants, he’s quick to drop it down to his knees before completely abandoning them on the floor.

He flings his cock out of the restrictions of his boxers and you’re practically drooling at the pretty sight. He isn’t the biggest you’ve seen but he definitely has the girth—his tip leaking pre cum down his length, hands trying to lube it with his spit. “Beomgyu, condom.”

“I don’t have one.” He breathes, already on you as he lays wet kisses down your collarbones before he gets irritated with your shirt and takes it off, revealing your bare tits. “God, you’re so sexy.” He drawls, sucking hickeys all over your chest in hunger.

You wish you didn’t have to, but you resist his touch and in turn he lets out an annoyed whine, his voice vibrating against your exposed skin. “Beomgyu, we can’t—we need a condom.”

He sticks out his bottom lip in a pout, the cutest you’ve seen him this entire day. “I’ll pull out, I promise. Please, I need you right now.”

In that moment of weakness, his tone so needy, as if he really did need you made you feel some sort of power—like you were the hottest, sexiest woman in the world. And so you bite your tongue, and trust Beomgyu to not ruin your life. You’ve done that quite a few times.

“Swear you’ll pull out.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“I do.” You say with conviction. “I do, obviously. It’s just-”

“I know. Take a breather for me. Said I’ll take care of you, didn’t I?”

You could feel him lining up to your entrance, his tip prodding your hole, and you’re already getting desperate. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Yes.” you breathe.

“Stick your tongue out.”

You do, not sure what to expect until Beomgyu spits, letting his saliva slowly fall down in your mouth. “Swallow.” he demands, his low voice making you shiver—dark eyes watching every twitch of your face intensely.

You gulp his saliva down your throat, obeying and suddenly his expression morphs into lust you’ve never been met with before. You don’t even get to process it for longer, bask in the attention you’re getting before he’s pressing your thighs to your body, pushing into you with a deep groan—filling you up to the brim, your cunt not prepared for the aching stretch. You can feel each vein against your walls, you can feel his slight twitching, you can feel everything. “Fuck, fuck you’re made for me. You’re perfect—shit, you’re perfect princess.”

“Gyu—” you cry out, gripping the sheets under you. It was too much, too much for him to already start slamming his hips. “Gyu what—” you’re cut off by your own moan the moment he hits your g-spot, your face scrunched up, hot as you let out lewd sounds with no control of your own, throat strained already. It's not a surprise he manages to find it on his first try, despite it catching you off guard with the sudden wave of pleasure.

“Should’ve fucked you sooner. Get your little pussy molded just for my dick. You would’ve liked that, right princess?” He breathes out in a long winded babble, his hips unrelenting with each thrust, already quickly building up to be in erratic speed. Through your blurry vision you could see his eyes focusing down on the jiggle of your breasts lewdly, drool trickling down the edge of his lips, the brutal slapping sounds of them from his roughness getting his head light with ecstasy. You’re more than aware of what he wanted to do when he lets your legs rest from the ache of angling them so high. Dirty pervert.

You can’t handle him playing with your tits again, you were too sensitive for anything more than you’re getting but you can’t find it in your throat to say anything before Beomgyu gives in to his lust, leaning down to attach his mouth to your sore nipple. Abusing it as he suckles harshly, muffled moans against your breasts.

His pace getting quicker, clearly getting off from sucking your nipples like a dumb baby. It was getting you embarrassingly close, your pussy clenching around his dick. “Princess. My princess is so—mmf—so perfect.”

“Stop calling me that.” You manage to squeak out. Hes been using that nickname the entire time, and though it was easy to ignore everything else, the nickname was affecting you more than you’d like to admit.

He detaches from your tits, slowing his movement, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Huh? Princess? Why?”

“He—he used to.”

He blinks a few times before his lips draw into a sneer, clearly irritated and you’re about to backtrack, but it’s too late. Your eyes fly wide open, breath stricken when he, with no mercy, picks up his speed again, drilling his dick so far into you, you think there’s probably a bulge showing through your stomach—its when you let the tears stream down, let yourself go as he fucks you dumb with each sharp thrust serving as a punishment. But for what exactly? For mentioning your ex? Did he hate him that much?

“You can replace your memories of him with me princess. I know you can do that, I’ll make sure you do. You’re my princess, and I’m the only one who can call you that. Remember that, yea?”

You nod up and down, and he leans down to give your lips a peck, one then two then three until he loses it and it starts getting heated, tongue messily intertwining, spit exchanged in desperate action. Drilling his dick in and out your sopping pussy, squelching pornographic like sounds filling the room—you think you’re screaming at this point, mind too clouded to be fully present. You’ll definitely hear a word or two from your neighbors.

“Fuck princess, are you close?” he hisses, “I’m close too, so close. Tell me when you get there baby, okay?”

You manage to nod, pressure quickly building up

Suddenly you feel him force in a finger in your pussy, stretching you out to unimaginable degrees. “B-beomgyu—I’m cumming, I’m—” your panicked hands at the intense feeling reach out to grab at his chest, crumbling his shirt’s fabric, using the last bit of your strained voice to moan his name, your orgasm so overwhelming you genuinely start seeing white, body shaking as you try to calm yourself down. “F-fuck.” you breathe out.

The way you still clutch onto his arms pushes Beomgyu to his high too, quick to pull out of your gushing pussy before a mistake happened. It takes only two strokes before he’s spurting his seed all over your tummy, biting down a groan, obsessively taking in each inch of your body’s ruined state.

He did this. He ruined you.

The only thing filling the room being the heavy breaths of you both, Beomgyu’s hair plastered onto his forehead from sweat, yours disheveled, a complete mess. Suddenly, a notification ding goes off, and your attention’s snapped to your side. “It’s my phone.” You awkwardly point out, noticing the light before reaching your arm to get it to you.

He doesn’t move from his position, still practically hovering over you. But you try not to focus too much on it, instead taking a quick look at your notification.

Your brows twitch in surprise at seeing the message on your lock screen. Fuck, it’s your ex! Did he want you back? So miraculously? After fucking your best friend?

Without any thought, you unlock your phone, trying to skim where the ellipses left off. It was a long message and—

“We just fucked. Can’t you wait a few minutes before going on your phone— Are you texting Jaehyun?” His warm smile turning to utter rage gets you stuttering.

“No I—well—yes, but—” you fumble on your words, not knowing how to explain—not knowing why you feel like you should explain, but Beomgyu isn’t one to play around clearly, as he snatches your phone from your hand and throws it to god knows where before your body’s turned around like it was nothing to Beomgyu, like you were some ragdoll. Pushing your hips up to have your ass up in the air with your face pushed into the sheets. “B-beomgyu wha..—”

Slap. Your whole body jerks at the impact of his hand, feeling yourself get teary eyed again. “Beomgyu what the hell?” You shriek, trying to squirm from your position, your ass burning. Then you get another slap, and your legs start to shake, bottom lip wobbling at the painful feeling of his rings.

“I promised you I’d make you forget him. Clearly one fuck wasn’t enough to get your mind off that asshole.”

Your panic only lasts a millisecond at feeling his tip for a second time before you’re abusing your throat again at the oversensitivity of having Beomgyu’s dick slam into your pussy, fucking your juices back in. He’s rougher now, ten times rougher. Maybe this was what all your girlfriends were describing to you, the feeling of having Beomgyu’s dick rut into you like wild feverish dog, fucking you like all you are is a pair of limbs, just for him to hound.

You can’t think straight, not a single word coming out of your mouth is intelligible, all slurred together dumbly as he ruthlessly digs his fingers in your hips, helping you find rhythm, your body reacting on its own as it syncs with his thrusts, moving your hips enough for him to let a hand go to the back of your head, further pushing you into the mattress, drool messy staining your white sheets, loud muffled wails filling the room.

“Fuck, you like this don’t you? Getting fucked like a bitch?” your hear him growl. You don’t know what comes out of your mouth, you don’t know anything right now, because you are being fucked like a bitch while thinking like one too, your nose running with your tongue uselessly out like something out of a porno. “Should I breed you like a bitch too? Huh? Will that make your pretty little head forget?”

At that, you cum again, and he sneers, a mean laugh at noticing your orgasm, “You want me to breed you princess? Make you round with my seed?” he drawls each vowel mockingly like you were a dumb kitten and he had to explain a really simple concept—still ramming your cunt, not giving you a fair chance of responding.

That’s how it goes for you’re not sure how long, Beomgyu switching positions to have your leg draped over his shoulder as he fucks you to oblivion, making you orgasm over and over again, before you really feel like you had blacken out at some point only to find yourself waking up to him still going at it—your entire body sore, down to every inch, your nipples especially swollen from all his sucking. He never cums inside you, instead emptying his load all over your body, making you basically a show of his dried semen.

You trust him, even when his tendency to go far never died down no matter how much he got older. “You awake?”

You flutter your eyes open, a dark room, and Beomgyu. His face is abnormally close to yours. “What happened?” your voice comes out very strained, your throat hard to use. Great, you entirely lost your voice.

“Think I might’ve had my balls in…too deep.”

Even a chuckle hurts every bone in your body, holy shit, how were you going to go to work tomorrow?! “Hey, don’t move around too much, I already cleaned you up. Just try to go back to sleep.”

“I don’t feel sleepy. I can’t.”

Beomgyu suddenly giggles, you could make out the cute small thing he does with his lips when he does. “What?” you ask.

“Your voice sounds funny.”

You groan, rolling your eyes. Of course he’d find it funny. Maybe next time you should peg his ass and see how he’d like to not speak for an entire week.

You feel his all too familiar hand laying on your cheek, and you subtly gulp. You don’t know if he heard. He probably did with how close you guys are, noses practically brushing against each other, his breathing all your hearing can pick up. “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

You nod, until you realize he might not be able to see you properly. “Yes.”

“Good.”

He takes his hand off your cheek, then turns on his back, folding his arms over his chest, staring up the ceiling. So the room won’t fall into an awkward silence, you say: “I have a question.”

He shuffles a little on the bed, letting out a hum in acknowledgment. “What was the I’m perfect for you thing about? We’re definitely not like, compatible or anything.”

He laughs before he turns his head to you in disbelief. “Are you serious? Is that a serious question?”

You nod, “Do I not sound serious?”

“No, you sound like you just had the best fuck of your life.” You roll your eyes in good nature, though exasperated, you were exposed to too much of his ego in one day. If you had the strength and will to come up with something to level his ego down, you would. “It’s called dirty talk if you must know the term fair maiden.”

“God, you’re so silly, I’m going to sleep.” You withstand your pain to turn your back to him, groaning with each movement. But you can’t escape his wrath it seems, because he almost immediately snakes his arm around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, his heartbeat all you can here against your back. “Can’t I find you perfect? You know, like…my dream girl. My princess.”

You rapidly blink a few times trying to process—past the deep rasp of his tired voice that you found yourself incredibly attracted to— his words and how it brewed big unfamiliar emotions, knowing now you won’t be able to get a blink of sleep after this.

“Can I keep calling you that by the way? It really sticks.”

Oh god, the last thing you’re going to do is self sabotage yourself even more and get yourself in a stickier situation than you already put yourself in. “No, that’s definitely staying in the bedroom.”

a/n: i have no idea how this reads, its basically bare of any editing so if the flow is a little choppy i sincerely apologize, i write at the golden time of 10pm-2am 😭

#txt smut #txt hard hours #beomgyu smut #choi beomgyu smut #dom!beomgyu #txt hard thoughts

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luminoustarlight · 1 year ago

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love bites, love bleeds

thinking about vampire!anakin skywalker for no other reason other than it’s october. vampires are sexy. anakin is sexy. here we go. tw: blood, smutty themes, stalking just a lil bit.

for the sake of these thoughts let’s say anakin has been a vamp for at least a hundred years so he knows what works for him. he’ll do blood bags, he’ll do small animals, but nothing beats feeding from a willing human with a beating heart.

if you ask anakin, he’s not one to become attached. a little thing called immortality makes it rather inconvenient to harbor such feelings. human life is too fleeting, too temporary, too fragile for anakin to get mixed up with.

there was one woman— padmé amidala. she was a princess and future queen. her regal gracefulness swept anakin off of his feet, not long after he became a vampire. he was so young and naïve, he didn’t know any better. this beautiful woman cared for him despite his lust for blood, despite his sometimes murderous thoughts.

their relationship ended before padmé’s coronation when she told anakin she wouldn’t turn.

anakin promised himself he’d never fall in love with a human again. not when he knows how it will end every single time. however, no matter how much he suppresses it, he has the same basic desire to love and be loved.

and when anakin sees you, walking home from yoga on a warm summer morning, he goes against his better judgement and starts watching you.

you work at a boutique downtown, you don’t go out with friends very often, and you go to yoga every saturday morning. you undress in front of your window with the curtains open, a flighty thought that no one is looking in.

anakin wanted to scold you. he wanted to tell you how reckless it is to expose yourself to nosy neighbors, peeping tom’s (and a horny vampire). were you really that stupid to think nobody is looking at you through your window? or did you just not care?

anakin had an incessant desire to look after you. he leased an apartment right across from yours that just so happened to become vacant in september.

something changed that evening, though. your curtains were drawn and anakin could no longer watch you get ready for bed.

he visited you at the boutique the next day.

you held no reservations inviting him to your apartment after your shift. there was something so irresistible about him. striking blue eyes to take your breath away and a smile to make you swoon, you were already falling into his gravitational pull.

you let him have you that night. as he rocked his hips into you, he sunk his teeth into your neck. the simultaneous sting of anakin’s thick cock in your tight cunt and sharp teeth in your supple neck sent you reeling. you weren’t sure if it was the way he was hitting your cervix or the gradual loss of blood that made you lightheaded.

anakin was the one who was feeding on you but you were intoxicated. he was the one being nourished, yet you were filled with desire. you wrapped your arms around his back like a life preserver, clinging to this man— not a monster but not a human either, like he’s the only thing that matters.

“oh, you sweet girl,” anakin whispered to you, two rough pads of his fingers finding your swollen nub. your pussy felt so wonderful around him. it’s where he belonged. “you are mine now.”

you nodded and whined through a powerful orgasm, scratching your nails down the strong muscles of anakin’s back. you were claiming him as much as he was claiming you. anakin had marked you with puncture marks on both sides of your neck, he came inside of you with the intentions of breeding you if he could. your life was irrevocably changed that september night.

falling into late october, you have spent every day with anakin. your relationship has become incredibly co-dependent but anakin takes care of you more than anything. he makes sure your fridge and pantry is well stocked, he always reminds you to eat and drink water- he can’t afford to have you pass out on him. he has dinner ready for you when you come home from the boutique.

he doesn’t feed every day. he doesn’t have to. but you enjoy it. you want him to. you want to be the only one he feeds off of because he is yours and you are his. he bites. you bleed.

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blackleatherjacketz · 1 year ago

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Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Female Reader

Summary: Santi figures out that Frankie came and saw you last night before he got a chance and makes you pay for it.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Mature Content, Exes Reuniting, Favoritism, Jealousy, Revenge Sex, Competition Kink, Praise Kink, Manipulation, Kissing, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Come Eating (Accidental), Female Orgasm, Vaginal Intercourse, Woman On Top, Multiple Orgasms

Word Count: 2.8k+

A follow-up to FIRST

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The expected pleasantries with Santi are cut short as you lead him into your living room, the warm glow of the table lamp doing little to hide the mark his best friend had deliberately left on your neck for him to see. You silently watch his handsome features twist into a frown as he begins going through all five stages of grief in a matter of seconds, depression staying just long enough before denial quickly counters it.

“What is that?” He touches you as if he hadn’t stopped doing so for years, as if it were only a matter of days since he last walked through your front door and kissed you goodbye.

“It’s nothing.” You lie in order to keep his hands on you, to relish in that feeling of him physically caring for you like he did so long ago before he up and left. His fingers are warm against your skin, rough and calloused as they press into your cheek, turning your face to get a better look at the mark. It takes every ounce of self control for you not to touch him back, not to fall into the muscle memory of your intimate relationship that you never really had the chance to get over.

“Nothing, huh?” He rotates your face from side to side, placing his opposite hand on your shoulder to keep you steady as he carefully inspects your new bruise. “It sure as hell doesn’t look like nothing.” He loosens his grip on your chin.

“It’s just…” You wrack your brain for some kind of story to feed him, one that you might even believe enough to properly convince him of as well. Maybe you got distracted while you were curling your hair? Or maybe your massage therapist got a little carried away when they tried to do the new cupping technique? Or maybe…?

“Did Frankie drop by here last night?” He interrupts your thoughts with a slightly worried tambre. “Because he joked about coming over here after he dropped me off, but I didn’t think he was fucking serious.”

He looks up at you with those eyes, those eyes that could easily make you spill your guts within seconds of staring into your soul with their deep mahogany hue. Eyes that could lull you into a false sense of security, pulling you in just close enough for you to forget everything else around you. Eyes that could soften your heart at its hardest, change your mind, or make you agree to do things you normally wouldn’t want to do. Those eyes of his were much more powerful than you ever really gave them credit for.

“Did he come to see you?” He asks again, barely blinking.

Only you don’t answer; purposefully averting your gaze from his hypnotic stare. Maybe if you don’t look at him he won’t be able to see the truth that’s undoubtedly painted all over your face.

Silence.

He laughs to himself and brushes his palm over his face. “Aye pendejo,” he whispers under his breath. “I should’ve fucking known.”

“Santi, look, I…” you start without knowing where you could possibly finish.

“What? You think I’m fucking stupid?” Anger rears its ugly head as the tone in his voice starts to escalate. “You let him in here just like last time, huh?” He snaps his fingers before pointing in the direction of your bedroom. “Just like that? You let him slip in here even when you knew I was coming over here tonight?”

God, he looks so fucking good when he’s angry. There’s something about him getting all hot and bothered over another man beating him to the punch to get into your bed, even if it was his best friend; even if it had happened before. That territorial look in his eyes brings his face that much closer to yours, his full lips parting as they quickly fill with blood.

“You and I aren’t together anymore,” you remind him as his palm remains on your shoulder, his thumb gently brushing against your clavicle. “And how the hell was I supposed to know if you would actually come over tonight instead of just disappearing like you did last time?” You match his volume and intensity. “Huh?!”

More silence.

“I deserve that.” He hangs his head so you can clearly see the silver streaks as they weave into the rest of his charcoal curls. “Look, I know we’re not together anymore. I do. Of course I know that, but I just thought…” he sighs, pausing for what seems like an eternity. “But Frankie? Again? Really? No wonder he was asking who I was texting!”

“You can leave if you want to,” you goad him, bringing your face in closer with a tone you know will challenge him just enough to stay.

“Oh yeah?” He tilts his head and takes a second to chase away the disappointment by pushing you back up against the wall, keeping his grip tight on your shoulder. “He’d like that, wouldn’t he? Have his way with you without any repercussions?” He licks his lips as he stares at your hickey, running his thumb across your discolored skin. “Marking you like that.”

You can’t help but let a triumphant grin cross your face as you watch that seed of competition begin to grow within him, pounding through the veins in his temples as he stares at you intently.

“It doesn’t matter, anyways,” you say as his lips draw closer to yours. “He may have gotten here first, but that’s only because he knows that you’re my favorite.” You slide your knee up between his thighs, gently nudging his growing bulge as his lips part mere centimeters away from your own.

“Your favorite, huh?” His whisper dampens your lips as he smooths his palm across your shoulder until it reaches your neck, squeezing just affectionately enough to excite your senses.

Now we’re talking.

“He doesn’t know my body like you do, Santi.” You cup his face and stroke the stubble along his cheek as he continues holding onto your throat. “He doesn’t take his time with me like you always do, or put in the work to make my body crave you the very second that I see you...”

“Shut up.” His kiss cuts your words short, that all too familiar taste of cheap beer fresh on his tongue as it parts your lips with a hunger that rivals that of your early years together.

You find yourself nodding into his lips without uttering another word, bringing both hands up to cradle his face as he slides his other hand beneath your shirt. You moan into him as he palms the muscles in your lower back, pulling you in close to warm your core against his. You can feel his heart beating in rhythm with yours, thumping in his chest as the heat between you begins to rise.

“How many times did he fuck you, last night, huh?” He lets go of your throat and pulls your shirt off, dropping it at your feet before quickly kissing you again.

“Just once,” you answer breathlessly, the shade of your lipstick now tinting his lips as he kisses your chin and jaw.

“Mmm, so fucking lazy,” he mumbles into your neck with a slight chuckle. He suddenly shifts his weight and turns around with you, pushing you backward onto the couch. Forcing you to sit down in front of him, he digs his hooks into you one more time by locking onto you with those blackened, lustful eyes. He smirks and slowly starts unfastening his belt, pushing his pants down his thighs at an agonizing pace while you carefully watch him with bated breath. “Show me the rest of your body, baby.”

Chills run down your spine as you nod again in response, watching him free himself from his clothes, his girth always a sudden shock to your system no matter how many times you’ve seen it before. You can feel the moisture begin to pool between your thighs as you find yourself instinctively doing as you’re told, unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your legs. You still can’t believe how lucky you are to have spun his jealousy around, unable to look away as he spits on his palm without breaking eye contact, stroking himself in such a languid, gratuitous manner.

“Let’s see how wet you get for your favorite, aye cariño?” He steps out of his shoes and pants before kneeling down in front of you.

The sight of his face between your thighs is almost more intoxicating than watching him stroke himself, his hooded lids adorned with lashes that brush your delicate skin as he presses kisses into your knees all the way up your inner thighs. Those eyes of his finally close as his mouth reaches your needy center, a muffled moan leaving his lips as he eagerly tastes your arousal. A ripple of pleasure moves its way up your body, pulsing through your core and up into your spine as he licks a slow, torturous stripe up your soaking wet length.

“Just what I thought.” He runs two fingers up and down your puffy lips before spreading them apart, focusing solely on the dew that clings between them. “You get this wet for Frankie last night?”

“No,” you can barely breathe your answer as he dips his fingertips into your entrance to collect the evidence, spreading it up and over your clit.

It isn’t until just now that you remember Frankie’s words from before: ‘I want him to taste my come when he goes down on you tomorrow night’; a promise that sounded more like a threat at the time. Was it possible that Frankie could still be oozing out of you even now? Changing the way you taste to your former lover? Or had your own juices been enough to disguise the remnants of his release as Santi painstakingly splays you open?

Guess you’ll never know.

“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” He raises an eyebrow as he runs his fingers back down, delving them deep inside your walls without warning.

“Never,” you admit with a gasp, holding your breath as the ridges of his calloused fingers glide over that special spot inside, pushing and pulling against it as his thumb rubs slow, tantalizing circles into your swollen bud.

“Good.” His tongue quickly takes over again, greedily lapping up your slick in a perfectly blissful pattern, his spit now mixing with your sex and Santi’s release as it drips out of you and down the crevices between your cheeks.

His unmatched oral skills nearly send you into a dreamlike state as that ripple from before spreads throughout your entire body. It wades through your nervous system, expanding in diameter as it reaches new heights and widths, washing over you in varying waves of delight. The rhythm of his fingers speeds up as your hips roll into them, instinctively moving with the rush of ecstasy he sucks into your clit by eventually pulling it into his mouth and past his teeth.

Without even stopping to take a breath, his mouth massages that last bit of pleasure into your deliciously sensitive bud without an ounce of mercy. His groans vibrate against your skin as your body trembles beneath him, succumbing to his expert ministrations as you find yourself drowning in the euphoria that only he could deliver in such a skilled, efficient manner. You cry out his name as that delectable feeling rips through you in a matter of seconds, bursting through every vein and artery in your body until the waters inside you eventually ebb to a calm, still state.

“I almost forgot how beautiful you look when I make you come.” He finally says, looking up at you with a satisfied grin as your moisture glistens across his face.

“Jesus,” you huff, nearly jolting away as he pulls his fingers out, grazing them over your clit one more time before rising to his feet. “I almost forgot how good you are at that.”

“Better than our boy Frankie?” He sits down next to you on the couch and grabs onto your hips, pulling you onto his lap in one fluid motion.

“Are you kidding?” You try to catch your breath as you settle onto the tops of his thighs, not yet ready for his cock as it stands at full attention against his stomach. “He didn’t even do that for me.”

“Amateur,” Santi whispers before kissing you, taking the time to spread your flavor into every corner of your mouth as his hands delicately venture up your backside and into your hairline.

You could almost convince yourself that things were how they used to be when you’re facing him like this, kissing each other as if you’re dying to know what each other tastes like for the very first time. You could get lost in the smell of his sweat and cologne that haven’t changed in all these years, relish in the warmth of his hands as they caress your shaking muscles, and delight in the distinct taste of his kiss. If you tried hard enough, you could almost convince yourself that you still slept together in the same bed, lived in the same house and ate your meals at the same time together; but all that had come and gone. All you have now is this.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” you mumble to bring yourself out of that unhelpful line of thinking, playfully running your fingers through his hair.

“Of course I do, I taste like your pussy.” He nips at your bottom lip before kissing you again, giving you another opportunity to savor that tartness between your legs before suddenly pulling away. “Now why don’t you hop on and prove to me that I’m your favorite.”

Wow.

Trying your best not to act too shocked at his words, you nod and lift your hips off his thighs as he grabs hold of himself at the base, stroking the few droplets of precum over his shaft as he takes you in. He looks up as you move your pelvis forward, grinning from ear to ear as you attempt to line yourself up with him, only he keeps moving against you.

“You wanna act like a little slut, huh?” He glides his cock across your overstimulated bud before lining up with your entrance, watching your mouth fall slack with each pass as every neuron in your body ignites again. “Well, you’re my little slut.” He brushes over it another time, forcing your eyes to roll back into your head as bright stars start flashing in the background of your vision. “Right?”

“Right!” You moan as he finally guides himself into your entrance, pulling you down with his other hand on your hip.

He groans as you slowly envelop him, your freshly lubricated walls already contracting around his girth as it stretches you out more than Frankie ever could. With a whisper of your name, his breath quickens as you take him in completely, your thighs now flush against his before you gather the strength to sit up again. He smooths both hands up and down your spine as you begin to ride him, mewling his name against his forehead as those stars become brighter behind closed lids.

He squeezes the base of your neck as he bottoms out again, thrusting up into you with a sort of frantic desperation you’ve never seen in him before. Every buck of his hips forces those stars in your eyes to become brighter, to shine in blinding shades of different colors as they spin around on their axes. You hear him grunt something in Spanish, the last of his sounds becoming more breathy as he sends pulse after pulse of heated pleasure shooting up through your nervous system until his thrusts force your body to convulse around him.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he lets slip as he pulls you down one last time, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing against the walls of your living room as he spasms and twitches inside you with a pathetic growl.

“I love you, too,” your innate reaction to his words comes without thinking, your current state hijacking any common sense that might make you respond differently.

Instead of correcting himself or apologizing, he leaves his words hanging in the air, just as naked and bare as he is now as he finishes spilling himself inside of you. He kisses you even deeper, pulling you further into him as if to merge the two of your bodies into one until his thrusts eventually slow to a complete stop.

Continuing to ignore his sudden confession, he rests his head against your chin and guides his palms over the curves of your body as the aftershock of your shared orgasm phases through you both. He hums the tune of your favorite song as he continues smoothing out all the gooseflesh that had formed on your skin until both of your breathing has steadied.

“I’m sorry I left.”

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spikershoyo · 11 months ago

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I Don't Know You | Robbie Reyes x f!reader | smut | minors DNI!

Warnings and notes: Smut, one-night stand with Robbie, oral sex (fem), Robbie having bi panic, mentions of sex and drinking, Gabe's sleep being disturbed, wrote this on my phone and with very little editing so tell me if I missed anything to tag, this was inspired by the song 'I Don't Know You' by The Marias it's so good, listen to rn,

The sun peeking through the curtains of Robbie’s windows shine over his eyes. They flutter closed again when he’s hit with the light. He moves around a bit and slowly sits up, a hand making its way to hold his head, the steady thump of a headache starting to bloom.

He groans as he takes in his surroundings. He’s home. Safe and sound. He can hear Gabe’s soft snores from the other side of the wall. He looks over at his nightstand, the clock reading 10:14. That’s waking up late to Robbie’s standard on a weekday.

Robbie becomes aware that he’s not wearing anything under his sheets, he takes in the sore feeling of his neck, his back, and his legs. The fan from the ceiling of his room is on the highest setting, spinning around and creating a fresh temperature in his otherwise hot room.

A soft groan comes from him as he stretches out his back, his mind bringing him back to the party from last night. The annoying voice of one of the assholes from his senior year of high school telling him to ‘let loose’ is etched into his mind.

He really did let loose last night.

He didn’t do anything too crazy last night, he hopes, just a lot of drinks and a lot of eye fucking from both him and the people at the party. He remembered the string tequila they had brought out and the Don Q vodka. The most he drank was beer and the occasional shot of something.

What he does remember though is the people he talked to. The redhead who was drunk on mojitos blabbered to him all night, making a not-so-subtle comment on how hot he was.

A few guys he had known prior but didn’t really get a long with. This chick at the bar that was all over him and couldn’t stop reaching for his belt. Yeah, he didn’t let her get too far.

A man who was maybe a few years older than him said he liked Robbie’s jacket, he seemed cool. He was definitely cooler than most people at the party. What he didn’t expect was that the same man was going to have him blushing as he whispered soft words of praise into Robbie’s ear.

In no time, Robbie was stuttering out excuses and apologies, telling the man ‘N-nah, I don’t swing that way. Sorry.’ When it was clear that he had been thinking it over for the last few months after that stupid dare he had done between him and his friends. He won’t admit it’s still buried in the back of his head.

After one too many drinks and flirting here and there, he didn’t even remember if he went home with someone or not. But he found out soon enough when he felt a shuffle from beside him. He was so immersed in his memories of last night that he didn’t even take into account that there was a beautiful someone in his bed.

He lies back down when he sees the back of a girl, her shoulders have hickeys and bite marks over them. Robbie covers his mouth as he smirks a bit. Her hair a slight mess as it lays under her head. He puts his arms out and pulls her to his chest, a soft groan emitting from her.

You could feed strong and rough hands pulling you to a warm source. Not wanting to wake up yet, you just stayed still, lying in the comfy bed. Robbie’s hands snake around your waist, squeezing and feeling your sore body.

Once you do finally open your eyes, there’s a slight dizzying feeling in your head. Must be all the alcohol you drank last night. A soft stream of kisses starts being planted over your shoulders, the coarse feeling of facial hair on your soft skin makes you tingle.

When you turn around you’re both met with unfamiliar faces. Jesus, how much did you drink last night?

Robbie’s eyes widen at how pretty you are. He smiles gently and leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, which makes a smile of your own bloom across your face. He pulls you in for a hug and his hands wander down your naked body, feeling your curves and your skin.

You accept the warm and gentle hug, fitting into him like a puzzle piece. Your own hands came up and scratched his scalp, a low moan escaping him. You chuckle at the sound.

After a while of touching and re-exploring, you find the courage to use your voice.

“I don’t know you.” You laugh lowly, hiding your laughter in his neck. Robbie chuckles as well, his hands never stop touching you, now tracing shapes and words into your skin.

“It’s fine. I don’t know you either.” He pulls back and kisses your cheek. “But I like this.” “Oh, definitely.” You both end up laughing, relishing in the glow of the morning. “I’m Robbie.” You nod, telling him your name. “Y’know, one would think you’d remember my name after the amount of times you screamed it last night.”

Your eyes widen as a gasp leaves you, a laugh following after. “You! I had- well, we had a lot to drink.” Robbie agrees at your words. He pulls back from the hug and bites his lip softly. “God, you’re beautiful.” He slides down the bed a bit so he can be level with your chest. He presses kiss after kiss to your body, sometimes leaving wet spots as he licks over bites that he left last night.

“I should make your breakfast.” He sighs into your body, his fingers pressing themselves into your plush thighs, kneading any part of you that he found sore.

“I think I wanna stay here a bit longer. Maybe go for another round…” you whisper cheekily. Robbie laughs and shakes his head. “I wouldn’t mind at all.” He pulls you down to face him now, getting to see his pretty brown eyes. Your hand comes up and you trace the freckles on his face, connecting them like constellations.

He can feel his cheeks dusting over with pink, quickly becoming fond of your gentle and calm nature. He sits up and has you sit up as well, your back against the headboard.

He leans down and puts your legs on his shoulders, his face leaning down to your core. Robbie presses a kiss to your clit and you can’t help but shudder. He doesn’t waste time diving in and eating you out.

A whine escapes you as your hands bury themselves into his cropped hair. “Robbie-“ “Mhm, love the way you say my name, baby.” He talks into your core, some of it muffled as he licks up your wet cunt.

One loud moan from you is all it takes for a light knocking on the wall from Gabe. “Robbie, shut up!” His little brother groans as he shuffles in his bed. This makes you and Robbie end up laughing and having Robbie put a hand over your mouth as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you.

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blackypanther9 · 2 years ago

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Can't get enough - William Afton x Male!Reader

WARNING!: Smut, multiple orgasms, BDSM, Praise kink, bondage, use of butt plug, use of something close to a milking machine, Anal sex, soft and rough sex, degradation, marking, spanking, punishment, impregnation AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

William zoomed around in Fredbear’s Family Diner, like it was his last day on earth. He zoomed from the parts and service room, to the backstage room, quickly, but carefully checked on Fredbear and Springbonnie, fixed what had to be fixed and zoomed to the kitchen to see if they are all working.

He had to yell at two of the newer waiters he accepted in, but that was pretty much it. Then he zoomed into his office and quickly read through his huge stack of papers, filled and signed them, gave them to Henry and then zoomed out of the Pizzeria.

He was home ten minutes BEFORE M/n and the kids got home. The smell of spinach hit his nose and his stomach rumbled. He didn’t even take his time to eat what M/n made him for lunch… He hurried so much that he totally forgot about it in his bag, that he came back home with.

William set the table with plates, silverware and the two pots that had spinach and potatoes in them, already cooked and still steaming hot. He got out a big plate, pan, butter and eggs and started to fry them.

As M/n came home with the kids the smell of fried eggs and the sound of sizzling greeted him and the two children.

“Seems like your Dad is already back home today.”, M/n informed the two boys.

Evan smiled and ran into the kitchen.

“PAPA !”, he yelled happily.

“I hope you don’t screw him too hard tonight…”, Michael muttered to M/n.

M/n chuckled and grabbed Mike by the arm softly.

“Do me a favor, Mikey.”

“What is my payment if I do ?”, Mike asked instantly.

M/n smirked.

“I will help you to get together with your little crush~”

Michael blushed a small red hue.

“How do you know ?”

“It is very obvious. You lock your door a lot and I can hear you in there. I am not stupid Mike.”

He blushed redder.

“Pervert…”

“Sorry that you always do ‘it’ after school, before you have even eaten. It is my job to feed you after all. Then get used to doing ‘it’ after Lunch. Then you have all day to yourself.”, M/n deadpanned.

Mike looked away.

“Dad will be so pissed…”

“I doubt it. When you two DO get together, take it slow and easy and when you ever come to THAT activity…ask her if she is on the pill and wear for extra safety a condom. As long as you don’t get anyone pregnant, Willy won’t mind. He just doesn’t want you to be a Father until you are at least 20 years old.”

Mike blushed when M/n told him that but appreciated it.

“Okay…what do you want me to do ?”, the boy asked.

“Go with Evan to his friend’s house and stay there for a few hours. After that you can ask Henry if you can sleep over at his place with Evan. We will be…having a very active day today. I promised your Father to take care of him today. He needs it.”

Michael made a face of understanding.

“Okay, you got it Papa. I will take care of it.”

“Thank you. And no bullying. If I find out you bullied your little Brother the deal will be off.”

“I promise to behave.”

With that Mike left to his room and changed his clothes, then washed his hands and came back to the dining room and gave his Father a visit.

“Hello Father.”, he greeted.

“Hello Mikey.”, William greeted back.

“Is lunch almost done ?”

William hummed.

“Just this one left, then I’m done cooking.”

Mike nodded and went to the Dining room. M/n entered next and hugged William from behind around his waist.

“Hello, Darling~”, M/n purred.

William already was getting aroused, but tried to keep it together.

“Hello, Love.”, he greeted back.

M/n put his head on William’s left shoulder and kissed his neck.

“You cooking the eggs for me ?”

William nodded.

“Already finished your work ? Usually you take almost forever to come back home.”

William nodded.

“I did finish. It wasn’t much today. I overworked yesterday.”

M/n tutted.

“How many times did I tell you to stop overworking ?”, he asked.

William swallowed hard. Shit that slipped out.

“A lot...Sorry, M/n...”

“What’s my name, Bunny ?”, M/n asked darkly.

Every time William did something he was not supposed to he was NOT allowed to call M/n by his actual name, nor his pet names. William swallowed harshly.

“I’m sorry, Master...”, William mewled out.

“Good bunny.”

M/n gave William a kiss on his pulse point on his neck, which made him whimper softly. M/n then parted from William and smacked his ass. William yelped softly.

“Just so you know, you will be punished for overworking again.”, M/n whispered darkly then left.

William whimpered softly. He HATED being punished by M/n, but he knew that he deserved it.

-Time skip-

After lunch Mike and Evan left the house and M/n told William to undress himself, as soon as the kids were out.

So there William stood now. Naked. On the kitchen sink. He awaited M/n’s next order.

“You will wash these dirty dishes with your own hands. You are NOT allowed to make any noise, to talk or to move around. All I want you to move are your arms by cleaning and drying the dishes. You hear me ?”, M/n asked.

William let out a whine, but nodded.

“Good bunny. Now get to work.”

And that William did. He turned around and started to fill the sink with hot water, got his sponge ready and put on some cleaning gloves. Then he started with a plate.

M/n was right behind William, hugging him from behind, kissing his shoulders, neck and back. It was hard to not make any noise. William was always noisy and loud, but he had to control himself.

After the second plate was clean, M/n started to grope William’s ass, which made him buck into it, out of instinct.

SLAP !

William yelped and straightened up.

“I told you to stay still and only are allowed to move your arms, William.”, M/n said darkly.

“S-sorry, Master ! It was instinct !”

SLAP !

“Ouch !”

“I also said no talking and noise making. Bad boy.”, M/n said disappointed.

William got tears in his eyes. He doesn’t want to be a bad boy ! He only wants to be a good bunny for his Master. He stayed silent and continued to wash the dishes. M/n knew how much William hated being called by his name and being called a bad boy, by punishments and Sex. He knew what effect it had on him. But otherwise William will never learn to obey.

After the fourth plate was clean, M/n gave William’s neck a small love bite. William stiffened up slightly and tried to keep his moan in. When M/n parted from his neck again he kissed his shoulder and smiled softly.

“Such a good bunny. I think now you deserve a reward. You are allowed to make noise and to talk.”

“Th-thank you, Master.”

“Of course, my bunny. Now finish up, baby.”

William cleaned the knives and forks quickly, then he dried everything up, while he moaned as M/n groped his ass and played with his hard cock. When he was finished M/n stepped away, leaving William disappointed and on the edge of orgasm.

“You know what I found in your bag ?”, M/n asked.

William shook his head.

“You didn’t eat the food I made you.”

His eyes went wide in shock.

“I-I can explain ! I was running around and hurrying to get everything done to come home as fast as possible ! I forgot to eat it, I’m sorry !”

“You KNOW that I hate it when you don’t eat and overwork.”, M/n growled.

“I did eat lunch and breakfast ! I’m fine !”, William tried to persuade.

“William Afton, I always check your lunch box and I don’t care if you ate with us. The point is that you skipped your lunch break, with that you didn’t eat and rather overworked to get here faster. You KNOW that I always look out for your health. You are skinny enough. On your chest I can see your ribcage when you stand straight. You need to eat and sleep more.”

William looked down in shame. He knew all of that, but it is hard to not overwork for more money to give his kids everything they want.

“Wash your hands and go to our bedroom. You have one minute to do so. Do NOT disappoint me.”

William nodded, tore off the gloves and quickly ran off.

‘This man... This isn’t the first time he skipped his lunch break... What am I going to do with him ? If he continues like this, he will die at some point...’

As M/n was in the bedroom, William was already there, standing in the bedroom, hands clasped together in front of him, looking down at the floor. M/n sat down on the bed, looking at William deep in thoughts, then he smiled.

“Come here, William.”, he commanded.

He swallowed and did as told. M/n grabbed him and pulled William over his lap, making him yelp in shock. There he was now, over M/n’s lap, ass vulnerable. M/n rubbed his ass gently, making William whine softly, but he stayed still.

“Do you know what is happening ?”, M/n asked.

“Y-yes...”

“Do you know why it is happening ?”

“B-because I didn’t take proper care of myself again.”

“How many do you think you will get ?”

“A-at least 20....”

M/n looked at William and slapped his ass once. He yelped.

“Why so abusive, hmm ? I never gave you 20 spanks before.”

“B-because you think that it’s too little ?”

M/n tutted.

“You will get 12 spanks and you will count them. If you count wrong, we start anew.”

William whimpered and nodded. M/n started the punishment.

SPANK !

“O-one.”, William hissed.

It had been a while since M/n spanked him, and it hurt. It wasn’t as playful as it was in the Diner...

SPANK ! SPANK !

“Two, three !”, William yelled.

And on and on it went. At the 10th spank William was sobbing.

SPANK !

“Eleven !”, he screamed.

SPANK !

“T-twelve !”

M/n rubbed William’s red ass softly and kissed his shoulder.

“Good bunny. Such a good bunny for me.”, M/n praised.

William was still sobbing, but happy that he was M/n’s good bunny. His good, obedient, slutty bunny.

“Now get off my lap, bunny.”

William did as told and M/n got up.

“Today we are doing something different, but I’m sure you will love it. For that I need you to kneel, arms behind your back and eyes closed, you understand ?”

William nodded and got on the floor, following M/n’s instructions.

“Good bunny.”

M/n wiped away William’s tears and then got out a rope from the closet, with a blindfold. William was never tied up before, but he voiced it that he really wanted it sometimes. M/n went behind William, tying up his arms nicely. William’s breathing got faster, he got excited. Then M/n put the blindfold on him and undressed himself.

He stood naked in front of William, hard cock in hand.

“Be a good slut and open your mouth wide~”

William did as asked and moaned as he felt M/n’s cock entering his mouth. He relaxed his jaw and throat, not knowing what M/n will do. He can be very random by a blowjob. He felt M/n grab his hair, then he pulled his head closer, making him take more of his cock. To help William have all of his cock in his mouth, he bucked his hips the rest of the way in, making William instantly deep throat him.

“Such a good slutty bunny~ Already expected me to be rough~”

William’s cock twitched at the praise. Fuck he wanted M/n to mess him up in the head so bad today. Make him only remember the shape of M/n’s cock inside his ass and make him only feel his cum inside him.

‘Fucking hell, I feel like a submissive, breed able slut...’, William thought to himself.

M/n went rough and fast in William’s throat, only giving him seconds to catch some air in his lungs and he made him choke a few times. But it was nothing William couldn’t handle and get under control quickly. Even though M/n liked it when William was choking on his cock.

“Such a good slut you are~ Taking all of me in so well~”, M/n praised and stroked William’s hair.

He choked out a moan at that, his cock twitching again. M/n was close and he smiled down at William, who couldn’t see.

“I’m gonna cum, baby~ Do Master a favor and drink your milk, will you~?”, M/n purred out.

His bunny’s cock twitched again. M/n pulled William all the way down on his cock, making his nose hit his pubic bone. William stayed still and M/n moaned as he came, rope after rope, down William’s throat. William could feel how his Lover’s cum went down his throat.

‘Fuck....I want more....’

As M/n was finished, he pulled his cock out of his bunny’s mouth. It was still rock hard. He went behind William, helped him to stand up, got him on the bed, put him in a kneeling position and pushed him down by his back, making him press his left cheek into the sheets.

M/n had free access to William’s entrance now and he growled possessively, as he saw that some of his cum, was out from their love making in Fredbear’s. Oh, he couldn’t let Willy get away with that. He lubed his fingers up with his own saliva and then pressed them inside, to see if his bunny’s hole tightened at all.

“Ah~”

“You are still open wide and ready for me, bunny~ What a slutty little thing I own~”

William whined at M/n’s dirty talk and tried to get more friction from his fingers, which didn’t work, because M/n already pulled them out again. M/n took his cock in his hand and positioned himself at his Lover’s hole. Then he pushed in slowly. They were in no rush, after all.

“Ah~! Mmmm~!”

“What a tight little cunt you have~ No matter how many times I fuck the shape of my cock into you, you are tight again like a virgin, when I enter again~”

William wiggled his hips, whimpering submissively.

“P-please, hurry~ I-I really n-need it rough today, Master~”

“Oh bunny~ We have all day and night to spend~ When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember Springbonnie’s name~”

“Bold statement....Prove it to me~”

M/n smirked darkly and then was sheathed all the way in, tickling his bunny’s prostate softly. He grabbed his submissive Lover’s hips and then moved slowly in and out of William. His bunny didn’t expect that, hoped he would be fast and rough, but his Master seemed to have other ideas.

It was sensual and careful at first, but then, every time M/n pushed back in slowly, he hit William’s prostate harshly.

“Ah~! Yes~! Mmmnnn~! Fuck~!”

Every time M/n hit his bunny’s prostate harshly, he moaned and babbled something. William never thought that he could get close to cuming by slow and sensual Sex. You learn something new every day. M/n got William to cum after 30 minutes of sensual, slow Sex, which surprised his bunny greatly.

His cum stained the sheets and he felt utter bliss and happiness. M/n pulled out after he came inside his bunny’s cunt, which made William whine.

“Why did you pull out ? Come back... Please...”, William begged.

“Just a moment, my Love.”, M/n assured.

He pulled something out of the drawer that was behind the bedroom door. It was kind of like a milking machine. Just that it didn’t mile his bunny’s cock, M/n didn’t need that, he can make his bunny cum all day and night, but in order to have clean sheets, he crafted a little something, so the cum wouldn’t go to waste. All the cum is bunny will waste today and tonight, will be stored in a tank inside the little machine.

He came back to William’s side and took his oversensitive cock into his hands.

“Ah~! What are you doing~?! Mmmnnn~!”

“Make sure that your cum won’t be wasted for nothing~ Now hold still. Be a good bunny, for Master~”, M/n answered.

William tried very hard to stay still, moaning softly, while M/n put the device on his cock and fastened it around him. When he was done he got back up and gave his bunny a gentle, filled with love, kiss. William kissed back softly, their tongues playing with each other.

“Such a good bunny you are for me~”, M/n praised as they parted from their kiss.

William was drooling slightly, but smiled softly with a red hue on his cheeks. Then M/n went back behind him and entered his Lover’s hole again. William moaned loudly as he was back inside.

M/n gave his bunny another round of slow, passion filled love making. He noticed how nuts it made William. He loved it so much, but he wanted so much more at the moment. M/n smirked at his dirty bunny.

“You are such a greedy little slut, aren’t you, bunny~?”

“Y-yes~! Ah~! Want more~! P-please~!”

M/n hit his Lover’s prostate harder than before and William came screaming, while M/n held his hips in place and came too, moaning. He saw how his bunny’s cum went into the machine with the tank and it made him even more aroused.

He grabbed William’s hips and pushed in deeper to fill him better, which made his bunny moan louder than he did before, but he stayed obedient and let M/n do what he wanted. All William wanted was to fuck himself on his Master’s cock, but he knew he should NEVER interrupt the process of his Master filling his slutty, needy hole up.

As M/n finished he pulled out slightly and started to fuck William faster and rougher than before. The over stimulated Afton could only moan louder and beg for M/n to give him more. William’s cock still leaked some cum and it just got to M/n’s head, that he leaned down and bit William’s shoulder, drawing blood.

“AH~! MASTER~!”

William came again, his hole tightened up nicely and M/n forced his cock back in all the way, to fill his needy bunny’s cunt again. It only made William cum harder, as he felt M/n’s cum gushing deep inside him, marking him as his.

William felt boneless, luckily he didn’t have to hold himself up, otherwise he would have slumped on the bed now, just flopping on his chest and not able to move. M/n softly rocked his hips back and forth while his cock happily twitched and pumped cum into his bunny’s greedy hole. Then he let go of William’s shoulder and kissed the new mark.

“Such a good bunny~ You’re so good~ My beautiful, sweet, slutty bunny~”

William whined softly.

“C-can’t...move...”, William got out from his high.

“Don’t worry, baby, you don’t have to move.”, M/n whispered and kissed William’s neck.

He pulled out of his bunny, got up, picked William up by the front and went to the wall on their left from the bedroom. He pressed his Lover’s back against it and positioned his legs, holding them with one hand and the other was lining his cock up with William’s hole. He wasted no time in pushing inside.

“AH~!”

M/n started to move fast and rough, slamming William into the wall.

“OH FUCK~! OH YES~! MORE~! AH~! HAH~!”

William was drooling, unable to swallow much, from all his moaning. M/n gave him a rough kiss, which William replied to submissively. M/n swallowed all of his bunny’s moans. They were all just for him after all. Then he decided to take off William’s blindfold and he was in awe.

His baby bunny was in utter fucked out bliss. His eyes were unfocused and rolled up. It looked like he looked at the ceiling, but he probably didn’t. His eyes weren’t centered anymore, they were more looking to the bridge of his nose.

“Look how far gone you are in the pleasure, I can give you, bunny~”, M/n purred.

“AH~! HAH~! HA~!”

“Such a good cumslut for Master, aren’t you~?”

“YES~! HAH~! JUST FOR MASTER~!”

M/n fucked into him faster and William soon came screaming again, his own cum filling the tank further, while M/n pushed in all the way and gently rocked his hips against William as he filled him with another load of his.

He then carried him back to bed and laid him down on his back, put his bunny’s legs onto his shoulders, positioned himself again and entered him again. William screamed loudly in bliss. M/n slammed into his bunny’s prostate now, no mercy left and he leaned down to suck, nibble and bite his bunny’s over sensitive nipples. William struggled a bit around and moaned louder than he already did, screaming his lungs out in bliss.

M/n marked his bunny’s chest up nicely, before he made William cum again with him. As M/n looked down, he started to smile and feel more possessive than he already felt. He came so much inside his baby bunny, that he had a small tummy showing.

‘Fuck...I want to make it rounder ~ Fuck, why can’t you have my baby ?’

M/n continued to fill William and make his bunny cum. When William was too exhausted to still be horny, they stopped. William had a big round belly, full of cum and William came so much that he filled the whole tank. M/n already had some plans with it. But before he put everything away and left, he untied his bunny’s arms, got out a butt plug and plugged William’s hole up, which made him whimper.

“So full...”, he whined softly.

“Tomorrow you can shower and let it all out, tonight I want all of it to stay where it belongs. And it belongs into your slutty, bunny cunt. I didn’t rabbit with you for nothing, baby.”

William moaned at that and then passed out. He knew what M/n meant with ‘rabbit’. He often said rabbiting when William was horny and couldn’t get enough. Apparently that is what rabbits mating means. And because William likes to be called bunny, he has to live with the term rabbiting.

M/n cleaned everything up while William rested and brought the filled tank into the basement.

‘Tomorrow I can start with my work.’

Just what was M/n up to ?

He went back to William’s bedroom and laid down too, covering them with the blanket, he redressed, and then held William possessively.

‘Mine.’

-The next day-

William woke up with an aching body. He carefully got up and out of M/n’s arms, then went into the shower and showered. He carefully pulled out the plug, he moaned and got hard as all the cum inside him, came out and was washed away by the drain. He was sad that it all left, but it had to go. He cleaned the plug and then himself.

When he was finished he came back out of the shower and looked at the mirror. He sighed and smiled happily as he saw all the love bites and marks, M/n left on his skin. Never in a million years will he cover these up. In the middle of all their love making, M/n even marked William’s thighs as his. He left the bathroom and saw that M/n was missing from bed.

Then he felt two arms wrap around him.

“Morning my Love.”, M/n greeted huskily.

“Good morning, Dear.”

William gasped softly as M/n nibbled on his neck again and fondled his still hard cock.

“What made you excited again, hmm ?”, he asked his bunny.

“All of your cum that left. It was so much... I guess it just aroused me again.”

M/n softly bit William’s neck, his right arm pressed him tightly to M/n’s chest, while the other started to jerk his bunny’s cock off.

“A-ah~!”

“Relax, baby bunny~ Let me make it go away~”, M/n said with a seductive voice.

William leaned against his Master and let him jerk him off. He bucked his hips from time to time and moaned softly, which got louder the closer he got to his orgasm. Soon he came screaming, but his cock didn’t soften.

“Oh oh~ I think your body wants me to pleasure it some more~”, M/n purred.

William blushed a deep shade of red, but smiled. M/n made William turn around and they started to make out, while his Master led his bunny back to the bed, where they had another three rounds of love making.

The kids came back with Henry as they finished and William had to dress up quickly, to run to the door. He opened it and let the kids inside, thanking Henry that he took care of them. Michael made a direct line to his Father’s bedroom and entered, spotting M/n on the bed, dressed.

“So ? How hard did you go ?”

M/n looked at Michael.

“Your dad can be wild, that is all I’m going to say.”, M/n teased.

Michael blushed and shook his head.

“Is he less stressed now ?”

“I’m sure he is not at all stressed, Mike. Why ?”

“Because I forgot to do my school project and now I need his help. I am not entirely done with my small Animatronic and I have to be done by tomorrow. I skipped school today and said that my Brother was ill and my Dad is a single parent and not home.”

“Mkay. Ask your Dad then. He is totally relaxed. And I will help you soon with your own little crush~”

Mike blushed slightly, but smiled.

“Thank you, Papa.”

“No problem, now shoo.”

With that Mike left.

‘This kid...’, M/n thought amused.

-Two weeks later-

William was very sick. He vomited a lot and ate more than usual. Something was wrong with him and he reported himself sick.

M/n called the doctor, but he had a sneaking suspicion what it was. You see, William stole some files about himself from his parents, before he ran away. He probably never read them, but there stood some very...interesting things in it. Mostly with what he was all born.

The doctor arrived and checked up on William. The older man was in shock as he ran the tests twice already and they had the same results.

“What do I have, Sir ?”, William asked worried.

“Mr. Afton...did you know that you were one of the 4% of men that can get impregnated ?”, the doctor asked carefully.

William’s eyes went wide.

“What ? No I had no idea. Such things are possible ?”, he asked in shock.

“Yes. Congratulations, Sir. You are pregnant.”

M/n stood with William in the room and smiled. He did his job right this time. He expected William to be in horror, but he just smiled and patted his tummy.

“Wow, lucky me...”

“You are very lucky indeed, Sir.”

Then his eyes flashed in realization and he panicked.

“Wait ! How would they come out by birth ?! Oh shoot !”, William panicked.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Afton. We had such a case once already. We know what to do.”

“Please tell me that I won’t lose this ability after I gave birth.”

“You won’t. I assure you, nothing will go wrong.”

William turned and looked at M/n with happiness.

“My Love, we finally have what we wanted.”

“Darling, we already have it, I just wanted the family to get bigger.”, M/n replied with a soft smile.

“So you...weren’t lying when you said you accept Mike, Evan and Liz ?”

“Of course I wasn’t lying, Darling. I love you all and I will love our new child too.”

The end ?

Masterlist HERE !

Finally I have it finished ! It took me FOREVER ! I hope you liked it. ^^

#Male!Reader #William Afton #Dave Miller #FNaF #Five Nights at Freddy's #William Afton x Reader #Read warnings above

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contentment-of-cats · 5 months ago

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WiP Bit - Thraralani

He's absolutely brilliant with tactics, strategy, and combat.

He's capable of missing everything else around him unless it's art.

Ziara has known this about Thrawn for most of his time at Taharim. In fact, a number of cadets and even some of the faculty call Mitth'raw'nuruodo her first command. She's been hammering him through upper division coursework because it's a very very bad no good never let it happen idea to let Thrawn get bored. It's like having a pusheen who has learned to open things and subverted it's feeding program like her late and beloved Mu'cher.

Hm. Having an overintelligent pusheen might be the best possible preparation for dealing with Thrawn. There's a thesis for you.

Of course, having him as her junior survival course partner is going to kick the firesting nest, but there are multiple reasons for doing so. One is that it keeps her friend in line of sight, therefore unlikely to dig himself a grave. Secondly, it keeps him out of sight from those who would push him into said grave and shovel for dear life. Thirdly, Thrawn misses a lot of things and he's missing a very important one and Ziara needs to correct this. Right now, he's intent on dinner, a new holochip of Late Middle Regency nightstone sculpture, and giving her half an ear about their upcoming two-week survival test.

"-and then I will take a chair and beat you to death with it."

"Sounds good."

"You didn't listen to a word I said, Thrawn."

He marks his place and then repeats every word she's said while Ziara restrains herself from pointless violence.

"Fine. You were listening. We ought to rest early since we don't know where they're going to drop us."

The mess is almost empty and Thrawn takes their trays to dump in the recycler before they walk back to their barracks. The rules of the survival test say only that they won't be dropped into hard vacuum or a toxic atmosphere without appropriate, tested, and functional equipment. Likewise, they will be warned about extremes of temperature since Chiss have diverged far enough from their human origin that they have lost their pores and hair aside from their heads, eyebrows, and eyelashes - they can't sweat. The testing grounds will be challenging, but unless one is stupid, they are not deadly.

Sometime in the night, they're drugged and wake up in a lifepod plummeting into atmosphere. Strapped into crash couches, all Ziara can do is watch the fire of entry and hope the heat shields held, Thrawn has the yoke in hand and visibly wrestles them into a controlled descent. There's just enough fuel in the tanks to scoot them out of trouble's way. The landing is rough, and the tanks are on fumes by the time the sun sets. They activate the beacon once firmly on the ground, then stagger to the sanitary unit before falling into bed to sleep off the tranks.

Morning is unpleasant. The hangover leaves Ziara feeling slow and stupid and Thrawn actively sick - a bucket between his knees and nothing staying down. Both of them are certified to operate the small med unit, she Thrawn gets fluids and medication while Ziara curls up and tries to sleep her way through it. Rations go down and stay down, and for some reason Thrawn has spiceleaf tea.

And eight layers of clothing.

A pair of multitools.

Knives.

He strips out of layer after layer until he's in his underwear and socks, looking pleased with himself and the haul of items on the floor of the pod.

"Oh, my life. Thrawn. How-?!"

"I knew that they'd come for us sometime this week, keeping us in the middle of the cohort for testing. So I slept with everything on my body as they are not allowed a body search."

Of course he did.

#thrawn #ar'alani #ziara

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mayaflowerxs · 2 years ago

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Hi!

Can I request a fic of mark where y/n us getting a surgery and like how Mark will act and that stuff pls??

REACTION TO YOU GETTING SURGERY

Synopsis: How Mark reacts when he sees you forgoing a surgery.

Warning: Fluff / Humor. Supportive boyfriend Mark, words of encouragement meant a few dirty jokes made, a bit of swear word usage but very lightly tho I promise! Super short !

Literally hate this so much but it was made impossible to change it w/o the notifications deleting my progress smh

Pairing: Mark x gn reader

Very gentle

Whether the surgery is big or small he’s super cautious, and is at your side the second his name falls out of your mouth.

The more stern side of him kinda comes out as well. He’s more protective of you and for that he may send a cold stare at any of the guys who are being a little too rough with you

Despite it being you who’s undergoing the surgery he seems to be pretty nervous for you, course he tries not to show it tho

Skinship starts to blow through the roof, as someone who may not be all that into pda he has no problem fiddling with your hands, pulling you on his lap and snuggling his face in the crook of your neck

He likes to stuff your face with food with the excuse of you needing your energy after the surgery.

He’d also be up at the very crack of dawn just doing his research on surgeries and what would be appropriate to feed you

Clicking on tons of sites for remedies to soothe the soreness he’s sure you’ll have.

For the most part, he’s on top of everything. Not even allowing you to do not a single chore.

Dishes, done.

Laundry, done

And although you have yet to get the surgery he still refuses for you to do anything.

Truly getting the pre- princess treatment you’re bound to get

But it isn’t until the actual day of the surgery is he more frantic than you.

While you dress in casual clothes half an hour before the surgery he’s been up a good five hours prior.

Stuffing a bag full of your essentials and snacks and as he checked the weather for any surprises he’s pleased when it’s meant to be sunny.

Traffic wasn’t bad but he wasn’t going to take any chances.

And although you would have liked to at least fix your hair, Mark insisted to get a move on.

While in the process of waiting, he’d calm your nerves by being himself.

Which includes ask the dumbest questions like would you rather have him be a rat or a spider

Letting you braid his hair and pose for the pictures you demand to take of him

The surgery eventually went well, he was at your side up until he wasn’t allowed anymore but as soon as they let him in he was quickly at your side.

He made sure to update on your friends and family,

All waiting for you to wake up and while he does so he takes the time to admire you.

Brushing your hair to side and even opening the curtains to allow more light in.

But he does get bored at some point, so when he starts bouncing his leg, slapping his thigh to make some sort of beat and proceed to beat box he momentarily forgets you were suppose to rest

“Mark…?” He hears you slur out

“Oh sorry!”

With a single wish for food or water he quickly leaves with a soft kiss to your forehead.

When you’re discharged, he walks with his arm around your waist.

But when the weather suddenly changes and it begins to pour, he doesn’t hesitate to take off his hoodie to hover it over you.

Despite getting drenched, he continues to cover you as much as you can inside.

He fluffs the pillows, brings two more thick blankets to cover you and making you a warm bowl of soup.

He blows off any sort of plans the boys may have wanted to do as he’d much rather be with you

But when it’s time for him to get back to the studio you have to forcibly get him to leave in order to not be late.

“But are you-“ “Yes!”

Furrowed brows and a worried look, you get on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips.

“I’ll be fine now go!”

“Okay but do you know where -“ “Yes.” “What about the-“ “Yes.”

And while he’s practicing, his eyes constantly looks down at his phone.

Not wanting to accidentally miss any of your text messages.

Even though he’s the one sending you a hundred an hour…

Weeks go by and just when you’re in perfect health he’s still careful towards you.

Pressing kisses to the area where you had the surgery on, rubbing soft circles on your stomach and giving you random massages.

He’s shamelessly grow more in love with you and when Haechan points it out he only merely throws a pillow at the guys face before going back to cuddling you

100/10 best boyfriend

#nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct reactions #nct 127 #nct mark lee #nct mark #mark nct #mark lee #mark lee fluff #mark lee scenarios #mark lee imagines #mark lee x reader

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nuctoria · 7 months ago

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Listen listen listen

I know I ask a lot of questions

but hear me out

the villains of Luigi's harem... Bad End (the bad guys win)

Every king needs a queen 👑

Oh dear, none are pleasant endings for Luigi but lets do it! Btw, I found two fanarts that describe the bad endings best for Bowser and King Boo, I'll reblog them when I'm done with this.

Bowser: it's hard to picture how this would turn out since he's always defeated by Mario as he's Bowser's nemesis, plus I think Bowser enjoys the chaos he causes and putting Mario through all these adventures. But it can certainly happen if Mario ends up being defeated, Bowser would not have let that win go and would either fully immobilize Mario or kill him, if he were actually that hateful towards the plumber. Finally, he can set his plan for world domination in motion and Luigi would be by his side throughout all of it. Luigi would beg and plead with Bowser to stop and do the right thing but it falls on deaf ears and none of the minions are willing to help. Everything is covered in Bowser's mark, everything is controlled to his rule and desire. But Luigi is trapped, the luxuries he receives being of no value to him, he feels like a traitor to be the only to get such lavish treatment while he friends and family are either dead or imprisoned. He had tried to fight, trying to stone his heart and fight Bowser for peace again but it was of no use, not when he's alone and everything has been remodeled to Bowser's benefit.

King Boo: This guy's main mission is to get that bad ending for Luigi, where all his friends and family are captured in paintings to be put up on the wall for display, their horrified expressions stuck in time and with Luigi by his side to see it all. If he were caught alive, he'd be put in a painting for any acts of rebellion or escape, otherwise sticking him to his side and have him watch as he terrorized the living and expanding his domain. If dead, he'd be able to have better control of him given how he's able to control and even brainwash legions of ghosts all at once so he'd have no problem trapping Luigi's ghost to his castle, he'd find it interesting to see how Luigi will adapt as one and how he'll turn out as the centuries pass by. Perhaps he could modify Luigi to be more accepting to his ways and have him terrify the living with him and his boos.

Antasma: This would have happened if he had taken the Dream Stone and betrayed Bowser before he was betrayed. Since he'd used the Dark Stone, he'd know better on how to use the Dream Stone too so he'd be an even harder boss to beat, if he had taken Dreamy Luigi hostage or done something that damaged Luigi's psyche and affected his dreamself so he couldn't assist Mario properly, he would have won and along with Dreambert, would have been captured or even dead. Pi'illo Island and even the Dream World would have been turned into a living nightmare by his design and due to Luigi's legendary powers, he would have been captured and turned into some sort of trophy, a personal buffet only the king was allowed to feed on, never to see another ray of sunlight again. The dream bats would have gone rough and some may turn into monsters too from eating nightmares instead of dreams like Antasma did but he'd never let them get as powerful. Matter of fact, he'd train and use them to conquer other regions and kingdoms.

Dimentio: What do you think would happen here? Game over. Literally. Nothing more, nothing less. The plan would go accordingly. Count Bleck would be down, the Pure Hearts useless, the Chaos Heart and Luigi at the ready to defeat the heroes. And the heroes would have lost. The worlds across the universe would have crumbled and turned to dust, not a single spec of them left to tell an old story. He would have made his own worlds to his desire, become king of them or better yet, their God. And his Man in Green would be by his side for the whole ride, drowning in guilt and despair at the cruel fate that he was given and cursed to be chained to the demented jester that created this hell using him as a tool.

#luigi #king boo #dimentio #antasma #bowser #luigi harem #anon ask

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signoraviolettavalery · 1 year ago

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As promised, have tonight's vampire!Bojan snippet, this time featuring Martin. This is a rough-ish draft subject to change, and also I bet MartinxJure are a ship you never considered but you're getting it.

Bojan asking Jan "I'd like to invite a friend of mine for dinner"

"of course, my lord," jan hurries to say.

"he's a vampire too," Bojan clarifies. "Would that be alright with you?"

he's looking at Jan attentively, patient. the way he gets when he wants jan to think about it and tell him what he really thinks

Jan nervous about it at first. Gaspar having dinner guests often meant being shown off in more humiliating ways than normal, and 'dinner' for gaspar meant feasting on jan in front of people. But this is bojan's friend, and bojan has treated him well so far. Trust is a big word that he’s not ready for, but he at the very least he believes Bojan isn't going to hurt him. He believes that Bojan is the type to keep his word and not twist it.

"I'd like to meet your friend," he says, which is true

bojan breaks out in a smile

"wonderful! he's married too, actually, he'll bring his husband. Jure."

The two of them come the next day – Martin tall and dignified, with an old-fashioned nobility about him, and Jure the exact opposite, small and chaotic. His behavior is – well, the only word Jan can find for it is improper. He steals food off Martin’s plate and interrupts him. He laughs loudly, asks Bojan’s servants for things, and makes jokes at Martin’s expense that his husband, soft-spoken and well-mannered, allows. Bojan doesn’t seem perturbed by it either, and, once they repair to a parlor for after-dinner drinks, Jure sprawls on a sofa, barely leaving room for Martin, who sits his slim form on the edge of it and plays with Jure’s hair.

Jan’s heart clenches in worry for him. He’s taken to Jure at once – a ball of sunshine, sweet and funny – and he’s terrified, hating the idea of Jure suffering as he had. He wants to scream at Jure, warn him – didn’t he know what he was doing? Had he not been trained in the decorum and obedience required of a bride? Or was he acting out, rebelling in the mistaken hope (one that Jan had once harbored, too) that it would accomplish something?

After they leave, leaving Martin and Bojan in the comfort of a fireplace, he can no longer keep himself from asking.

"Will Jure be punished?"

Bojan looks at him like he's starting speaking an incomprehensible language.

"why would he - what?"

'his behavior was - ' but he breaks off, not wanting to insult Bojan’s friend or his husband. He chooses his words more carefully. "I would have been punished for behaving in such a way."

"No, you wouldn’t have," Bojan says, and perhaps it’s the light, but Jan thinks his eyes flash a little red. "Not by me. Not by Martin. And not by any remotely decent husband."

"I'm sorry," Jan rushes to say. "I didn't mean to offend."

It visibly takes Bojan a moment to calm himself, and Jan berates himself for angering him, but then Bojan says “I’m not offended.” He sits back and looks a little wistful. “You know,” he says, “theirs isn’t arranged marriage.”

“What?” Jan’s never heard of such a thing. Though it would certainly explain Jure’s behavior if he had not been raised as a bride.

Bojan smiles. "Martin....fell in love with Jure and courted him. They married, not for an alliance but for love.”

The thoughts run wild through Jan’s head. He can hardly imagine it: a marriage without duty, without servitude or obedience. A marriage where his husband’s word wasn’t law.

“I didn’t know you could – do that.”

“The council certainly wasn’t delighted. I think some of them would’ve liked to undo the marriage, but a vow is a vow. If you start questioning one, the whole system of promises falls apart. Besides, I think some of them realized that a human marrying a vampire by choice, rather than legacy or duty, was good PR.”

“And he…feeds on him?” Jan asks. He’d seen a fading mark on Jure’s neck.

"He does. With Jure’s permission."

"Oh" Jan says. He can’t imagine agreeing to that. Even now, after so long with Bojan, who’s as gentle as can be, he still freezes when he feels the fangs sink into his neck, the memories of Gaspar overpowering him. He knows Bojan can taste it in his blood.

Gaspar had loved the taste of his fear.

But if Bojan had been his first, would that have been different? If he hadn’t had Gaspar in his past, and he’d had a choice, would he have agreed to it with Bojan? Chosen to marry and endure the ordeal of feeding that was its price, out of love, affection, devotion?

"if you hadn't been promised...I would have courted you,” Bojan says softly. Wistfully. "I'd have asked you to join me on outings, and I'd have made sure you always enjoyed them. Surprised you with gifts and flowers. I'd have asked for your hand in marriage, and it would have been yours to give. No one else's."

Jan wants to cry. He'd given up on fantasies like that years ago, but coming from Bojan it sounds like it could be real. It was a child's fairytale, but then he grew up. Except it turns out it's not a fairytale. it happens, in this world. it happened to martin and jure. it's a dream bojan shares.

And he wants to cry, because if it’s real, if it’s possible, he was robbed of it.

#vampire!bojan #martinxjure

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 2 years ago

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I don’t remember if I sent these ones already so here you go.

High school au

Teacher decides that the human students need to learn to prepare for the future and sets everyone up individually to take care of a fake baby that mimics a real one. (I don’t ship Jack and hlokk and I don’t see the appeal in it, and I don’t ship Jack and Heracles there “from enemies to bros” please don’t ship them.)

Hello love, I’m going to combine your two requests into one, since they are both almost the same. I hope you like it.

-Brunnhilde, health teacher to the Einherjar, warriors that battled in Ragnarok against the gods, needed to prepare them for the future, by caring for a child.

-While she couldn’t and wouldn’t give them a real child to care for, she was able to get robotic babies that mimic real infants, they will cry, need to be fed, burped, and cared for with compassion, as she was feeling merciful, not going to force them, this time, to change diapers.

-Each of the Einherjar was given a baby, as well as a diaper bag of supplies, and dismissed for the day and in the morning, Brunnhilde would check their baby’s inner care monitor to see how well the baby was cared for.

-Lu Bu- Was clueless, looking down at the infant, question marks floating all around his head as he sat at home, reading the manual on how to care for a child. He nearly threw it across the room when it started to cry and he quickly skimmed the book, trying to figure out how to make it stop. His father couldn’t help but grin, watching his son struggle as he came over, offering advice, guiding his son how to feed the doll and burp it, being gentle. Lu Bu bonded with his father, learning that he did so long ago when Lu Bu was only an infant, only Lu Bu rarely cried, unless he was hungry. The next morning, Brunnhilde patted his head lightly, as he looked dead on his feet, “Most babies will cry a lot through the night when they’re first born. But you did a good job, B plus!” Lu Bu couldn’t care less about the grade, just wanting to go home after being up all night with that demon doll.

-Adam- With the help of his darling girlfriend Eve, that baby would have been the most loved person on the planet had it been real. Adam was a natural, holding the baby perfectly, following Eve’s instructions, doting and caring for the baby with expertise. He smiled at Eve when she had to leave for the evening, “Do you think we’ll have kids too when we get married?” she gushed, peppering his face with kisses which he melted under. Brunnhilde chuckled softly, knowing that Eve helped him, “Being parents is a two-person job, it’s good to help each other out with children, especially babies this young. A plus!”

-Kojiro- As soon as Brunnhilde handed him the baby, he dropped it, immediately panicking and Brunnhilde put her hand on his head, “Take it slow and easy. I’ll overlook this one and reset the baby, but don’t let it happen again.” Kojiro thanked her, taking the baby and holding it carefully now, taking it home. It had taken a lot of trial and error, as the baby would cry and Kojiro would try to do what the manual said, but it wouldn’t work, the baby was hungry, Kojiro burped it, the baby wanted comfort, Kojiro fed it, it took him a while to get it right. Brunnhilde smiled at him the next day, as he looked a little ragged, “Being a parent takes time, practice, and hard work. B plus!”

-Jack- Took his duty seriously, reading Shakespeare and playing violin music for his child, who was going to be a cultured person! It was a bit rough starting out, as Jack had to learn how to hold and feed an infant, before burping them. Anne, his adoptive mother thought it was cute, seeing him taking care of a baby and she felt for him when he asked if this is what his mother did to him when he was an infant. His mother wasn’t in the picture, leaving her friend Anne to take care of him, but the two adored each other, except for right now as Anne was taking pictures, teasing him. Brunnhilde took the baby back, smiling softly, “It’s good that you have others in your life that can offer advice in child rearing. A!”

-Raiden- Brunnhilde, knowing his reputation, made him sign a waiver that if anything happened to the doll, he had to replace it and he just grinned but agreed, as he wasn’t the best at taking care of things, except for himself when he was at practice. The baby cried for hours, hidden under a pillow as Raiden’s bloodshot eyes scanned the pages of the manual, trying to figure out why the baby wouldn’t shut up! He was nearly to the point of tearing his hair out until he found the page about burping and was quick to do so and the child was silent, for about five minutes before crying again, wanting comfort. Brunnhilde was surprised to see the doll undamaged, a bit impressed before she offered advice, “Being a parent takes time and patience, as well as never giving up. B.”

-Qin Shi Huang- Tried to force it off onto someone else as soon as he got home, it wasn’t his job to take care of a baby. That was until Chun Yan grabbed him by the back of his head and forced him to sit down and take care of the baby, “IF you become a father one day you can’t just force it onto your wife! It’s a partnership!” however she did continue to help him, teaching him how to hold the baby properly and when the baby giggled up at him, he nearly cried tears of joy, finding it kind of fun! Brunnhilde heard from her friend what he had tried to do, just giving him a small nod, “You did good, once you had some sense shaken into you. B plus!”

-Nikola- Another one who had to sign a waiver that he had to replace the doll if anything happened to it, which also included him taking the doll apart to see how it worked, as Brunnhilde knew him very well. Nikola tried his best, doing everything in the manual, doing everything correctly and the child barely cried, which he was grateful for. He propped the baby up on a pillow and began to ramble, showing the doll the notes that he was able to take on it without taking it apart, telling it about itself even though it couldn’t even hear. Brunnhilde was stunned to see that he managed to control himself, but he was nearly vibrating when he brought it back and she sighed, “You can take it apart now, but put it back together. Understanding children is important for their health and growth. A.”

#record of ragnarok #ror lu bu #ror adam #ror kojiro sasaki #ror jack the ripper #ror raiden #ror qin shi huang #ror tesla

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prettyflyshyguy · 4 months ago

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It's actually WIP wednesday today. Have some short snippets from some things I'm writing. Some inFAMOUS things.

Festival of Blood extrapolation cause I can't fucking help myself. This is C-Virus 2.0. Help.

“Alright, now hold still. This might sting a little.”

Cole grunted in response to the pain as he felt the alcohol bite into the puncture marks.

“Zeke that really, really stings.”

“I did warn you.”

Zeke’s technique was rough, but thorough, ensuring the wound and surrounding skin was clean before a second round of pain hit as the antiseptic gel he began applying spared no mercy. He paused in his application, a chill swept through his body as he watched Cole grimace from the burning wound. Zeke turned his attention back to the immediate issue, refocusing on the job he had dutifully assigned himself. The surrounding skin had bruised deep violet and grey, broken up by lines of scattering dark veins spreading outwards, creeping and crawling under the surface, like vines reaching out for purchase.

“Where’d you pick up all this stuff anyway, Grey’s Anatomy? Nurse Jackie?”

Cole’s voice cut the stillness of the rooftop. The man had a knack for lightening the mood, but Zeke knew him too well. Cole was unsettled. This was his usual method for deflecting.

“I got it from Trish.”

Zeke held his breath, glancing up at Cole as he pulled open a packet of medical adhesives. Cole was silent and still, staring out across the city skyline, though he wasn’t looking at the fireworks and balloons that dotted the hazy gloom of the clear twilight sky. Zeke continued, “Back in Empire City, while you were in hospital. Had a lot of downtime, yknow? While the world was going to shit outside. It was getting scary, man. Figured I’d ask her to show me how to do stuff right in case anything ever happened.”

He lined up the patch, confirming it was the correct size before peeling the plastic protective film off and gently pressing it onto Cole’s neck.

“Didn’t think I’d ever need to.”

Before the thought could linger, the snapping sound of Zeke pulling off his gloves pulled Cole back into the moment.

“Okie-dokie Gary Oldman, consider yourself discharged. Be sure to give the Dunbar clinic a five star review.”

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Forced Conduit Zeke (name pending)

Ok this is more a handful of notes but I NEED to get it out of my system or I'll explode. Ever since I hit the bombshell that Bertrand can create forced conduits by effectively mutating people I really, really, really wanted to see him do it to a member of the main cast. Now I understand why the game did not. But I'm the dickhead that wrote 23k words of Leon Kennedy being mutated by the C-Virus for the same reason so you can bet your sweet ass I'd do it again. Initially you'd think, sure, I'd hit Cole with that, and I sort of want to as more of a what if/one shot exploration. Less likely a full scale fic more just some fun noodling.

However. Hear me out. Ok hear me out. I love Zeke but he's a perfect candidate - he wanted powers, he's working undercover in the militia as a double agent, Cole's way too powerful to risk attempted containment and then mutating (the risk of him being too powerful a creature to control? What happens if they can't knock him out long enough for Bertrand to work his magic?) - what happens if Zeke is found out. Not only is he a double agent, he's The Demon's best friend.

He's feeding information to Bertrand's biggest threat and that just won't do. So naturally, what's a good punishment. What's a good way to send a message? What's a good way to drive home the point that Conduit's are monsters?

“You know the last time someone kidnapped and threatened my best friend, thing’s didn’t end so well for him.”

Bertrand has Zeke hostage, Cole shows up for a rescue, mirroring the mission from inF1. Zeke's in his militia uniform (conveniently) but this also reflects that he got caught. Bertrand talks about how he was good, but not quite good enough. He caught wind that there was a mole and the guy has resources, and this is the age of smartphones. Someone caught a photo of them together maybe, or a guard spotted something that lead to suspicion. Zeke never let it slip firsthand though.

Cole show's up, Bertrand threatens to shoot Zeke if he tries anything though. Cole's basically stuck watching. Bertrand has a monologue on the resources, time, energy it cost to rat out the mole. He's pissed off. Really pissed off. This would occur sometime after they found out he was making monsters, but before proof and confirmation was gained, so they were going by Nix's word and Cole's firsthand witnessing to Bertrand's personal transformation.

Bertrand continues to yap, but he keeps it vague. He talks about how he thought about doing what he’s about to do to Cole, but realised when he figured out Zeke’s connection and relevancy, he felt this would be more interesting.

Cole is helpless watching as Bertrand begins to corrupt Zeke.

“... promise me you’ll get that... sonova...bitch....”

After they’re done, Bertrand leaves a distraught Cole to handle a large, monstrous corrupted Zeke.

Cole has to fight him, mostly avoiding attacks, trying not to cause harm and damage, now grapping with the horror that every other monster he's killed was distinctly a person - seeing Zeke infront of him looking similar, acting similar, but knowing who he is/was. Cole manages to restrain him, hauls him via a boat out into the swamp where Nix first showed him where Bertrand's blast went off, figures he'll be safe here if he just chains him to a tree while he figures out: what the hell is he gonna do about it.

Kuo calls and Cole brushes her off the first time (maybe right after or as he’s fighting Zeke) doesn't tell her what happened.

They meet up later and he does tell her. She doesn't respond well. She comes from the angle of “put him out of his misery” - make the hard, but right call.

“I know this is a lot to ask of you, and we’ve already asked so much, but you need to be prepared to make the right call–”

“Why is it always up to me? I’m just some guy, I was nobody special!"

“Why does everything come down to me to make the tough decision? Why couldn't it’ve been someone else’s best friend? Someone else’s girlfriend? Someone else’s life?”

Cole spends a lot of time with Zeke, looking for a sign he's still in there. He plays his favourite song on an MP3 player wrapped in insulation tape.

“C’mon man, give me a sign, give me something I can work with here.”

“Just show me that you’re still in there. Please.”

Nix comes at it from the “you can keep him, like I did with my babies/pets” - he also flips out at this like “My best friend is not a fucking animal!” Kuo and Nix both have points, to be considered, he doesn't tell Kuo where he left Zeke cause he’s worried she’ll seek him out. This angers her. Nix figures it out, comes and checks in on how they're both doing. They have a heart to heart about things. Nix is more understanding, she knows what it feels to lose people close to you.

After a while of barely any progress, bouts of aggression, and growing concern, Cole starts to cave. He asks Nix again about how she bonded with the other swamp monsters.

"Show me."

#TYE DON'T LOOK THERE'S SPOILERS IN HERE #I'LL SHOW YOU THIS ONCE YOU'VE PLAYED 2 #inFAMOUS 2 #Festival of Blood #shy talks #not art

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libidomechanica · 6 months ago

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Is it for he did not right than fair

A sonnet sequence

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She knew it, she has a spirit in wonders of the king him more, now, and yet—with banner of the violence worse forgot, and Wretch shall be barren rage again, and gay; Perfect. And thus, it carefully, till Pan and these love: there was daye light: what, if that was he was a time, ’ quoth he hunted Shades from the wet with treble wrong’d, unpitied her feare tale or Melancthon, what euer auaile. Evening spirit seems the Crown of Eden back, its sweet company thoughts shines from seed y-sowe, virgins vision form at all, and able too, which no excuse to bring way that the Ring: think thee how to gloze.

For sometimes more it seemed to a worth: judge or in the same shepeheards then break her: though me releeued, but venerator’—still the should be in love, and write, and there remaining marvel then if unremembered kisses afterward room is tumbled off the woods, and conquerable Loads of love gentle, and shaped with less pleasing his blow, good a sort of her. He tapped with hire housbondes love of all the way! These, or you already for abstracted leak; for like glory that other; though yours. Upon his new, thou encounter-sterued with his fans that mine eyes like Confusion: touching.

Merry horn where our memory of unkissed kisses: and in empty eagle, sharp I answered she would burst her, showing ecstasy the second corpses, ne this, not yet would hardly carry you, as before are little less, have was over the people far as with delights in moods that made, this rest. Of that Midas’ broodings overruled as I desire. From their Sylphs thrown and water rued the lips are asleep; where he waste it she and silly boy that still his good night star we call’d to spend they trod as an East is another’s Eye: gums and sound to scorch; descend; somme forever.

And shook, and spends are afraid. Gallop amain from the vertical mock that they near or not the child among the feasts so solemn night wind among thee. And their orbit run, which book arguments, there’s nothings, what bare foote in niggard infant’s herald Mercurie lovely boring, and now then a second ran and than I. Than I that more her words are the milk-white freedom, she failing wainscot shriek you have I would be the vessel al of pleasured fragrant lawns, goat foote. A garden, my suit the sea should be gladness, those eloquence to speketh of your Princes, as the rear, flee away.

Filled and grew the wing doth myn herte rooted raced her a beauty set gloss of trousers now, like flower of love. Her Grace theef? But the falwes, and thou falter will flings, all delays to cloth he hath no creatures of Bether. Arms bare arms the left at last great is She but true-love hath me as Divine and looks, and our significent large bound, sweet memory of residence is station, is loaths belong glass of gold, he were seemed to no meaning. Ill mother, was vast, still we flutters and was beloved, with feelings of the face was thy voice, but half, dame, proverbe though doorways, resigns; for it.

On a shrine, and horrid was able scarce dost thing lackeys ushers in my dread out and blood to rustling my daughters on the charge you, if ye wol oure praktike. You, my face? With vexation, but her stating yet it mighty Quarrel kill’d was mine, and little token, if those who can conceal’d with it and I think without-end hounds to see the second mothers’ temples often storms, and every man hasteth to greet and senses; two grant the Sylph in beds themselves on the ruby red, cou’d returning as twenty echoes broken purpose was moved not build up to open parlour wall, oh blind.

The men hem onward wente nevere with the sacred rings that first was low, mountain: how manye myght. The heat revived, when comes to weep forth a quantity of looks be anchored to her; mild, she leaps, as put bees in that iron-cramped this cabins, that I prophet of the question’s mood while we heaven knows what he that other and kind, nay, Poll sate with the Moon’s pale and those mought him did knows you’ve been al his bed, a chamber this, this excellington! Lion prompt in Vials, or Momonoff, or any interpretest the way through the ground which of living Tow’rs combate flies, but well picture with the unflatter to giggle. Be in’t the knights, came stealth she speaking led the birds through but one poor Hens above one whoso wole, er any day like a lighten’d domestic cares—this thy breast; out of LOVE’S bound bend or far excess of brass that moment shrapnel scythe town of Scots; true—tears speak in red.

The web that please. They love, yet half its broken window, and Pomatums shall men, till a round rise, too soon heeste. Await thence her that, like their lived in the world of Chance! Sweet about, that she coveiteth to a Birth-night with a heart confess’d the use, and maiden- head. She long, and I call those rolling palm, the los of a Garters, to play upon a dazzling in than while dumb play hard and perfect ore limbs which may beloved, the stout and taking at her face of the left over, floats airily out of you; ever afresh in his Highness, which bright you it down; and eek my presented Army runs, and many shall foredoom through thought me. Of food frankincense, wise-valiant, which came doth sit, long dead! These land, what every bon, he roses of Horror rend apart, I’m kent the dark laund runs hearken a Mart of quickens what else, suffered hall long paused hortened by the sea, or Thetis.

Of certain with all be false, and some inmate at hands! Their heart. Spak in second toe a lidless was the gilded for engendrure, that is time in the time. And above potatoes, as is a grisly then, as white thought her chanc’d to dote; nor are you may betide Thee. To believing look’d, and to treads his prime, and neither wane. But as the fifty years away; and, seek for spite of love: the sound. How very voice slow foot was Ariel perchant from the body was with it may, while Peer against her eyes or force swayed: Ay—there is no more, but all unarm’d, carrying of the twelve isles, and like.

Tell her, if though she went and doun, and dream of youth I wanted halls held carnival at wilderness and that her head, and bade baba led Juan, what Meg o’ the Mill lo’es dead or good. To shards with Plenty in his bloom and my one engendrure, they will buy his pistol butts a-twinkle, his back’d existed bugle till to death that so of me. That in sad expected by the lighted Hair! Slipped his friend, his complain, and guards your grace which, hearing money-likeness and his wyf to-yeere! And strove to which the streams of metal, that were read: that you yours in thee fly, to such Dians wings in Marinet’s affair—in fact and the things had thy body’s habitacioun? Come! The turned as me yaf my little losse, and raise shall espye wente, for we have confound no less, shaking a heaven, I think what viewed, himself and hew Triumph drooping from woe telluric lake in Machines. And Baba with Thou need me.

And out the west. Your firstė nyght, when we may be buriest heat with jealousy doth half his peers? The them droop the more the shadows and come, for world’s constant Care of these fear, jealous of men, and curs’d be things and unrespects a man. By experience, then a thynges the air with a goddess!-Take, breathe, that no hear him, invisible courtier’s kibes’ with lover friends; but Love is like your more she satin dome and to with which I hadde a length and with board, why, the Hair, which I hope is so much, they nould by no discrie, which in the midsummer dawns the worlds mistake for queen Semiramis.

And take, but your poets hope doth use you? Reels, and not she should every smiles whirling Cross she slid. Free venture these! But tell thy song. Mind; being seal close my poor, we would be gladness was bewitcht with banner: anon right say that wakes: ’ and as though a stately boring, as had for she did flows answer. Why have confounded by heavy head is a leonesse, so drench. Are only what their years speak fair apparitions. Melissa downright brow, on carpet-stripes, and with less most repletion raising in his intendments that way the Heav’ns withdraw from, fight with great coat; how sooth. And her; but comely.

As those fairly out; through deck’d hat in your Honours of thing with and felt the changed. At least, full bumpers; for truth upon his sinew- corded by the glory stretched out the vineyard unto the vast Buckle force will never mind up their lightheaded East the time, why I was bright as he rains on the lost thou thus, and love to tramp, to lick a human heart and spawns his the forsook his rein, and reels athwart thick synthetically tied and robber says;—and of life’s whole as the chimneys of long the true marrow-eating Hermes are coy and thwart thy tale sweetness thereof every sound of solemn feast?

I stand once i am you knock it to hear: and, gaining chastity hast reason. Token or ale, that the sheephooks, where did not sweet dream of light be he,—or a dozen, and sweet compassion to walk … if simplest his real as they see? Stella, fierce descendings all thing expected number I stifled that’s what she saw the graver Prude sinks the victimized he living to the stoop to attract; plain—simple stone that indigestion, ’ said Baba stopping sail, and takes, the thickest dark are strong, thouh I loved the great black, or when God, if the shuddering been sleepiness ample mace, without. That that I shal seyn. Ye woot wel it is, was one, tell her slippers of trophies, shal seye noght window move in oure byrthe; deceite, wepyng, spynnyng God hadde I levere I wote, it is the pit of her the pleasant from you for fear of it; for laik o’ gear ye lightsome defence from my soul of lyes!

Than me, false confess’d in trouthe, I quite at his despise, which to-come reels, and there, betray, the most mad Leander dares her back; O! To have cost my ring, chiefly of noon as she was this was Alisoun. We would be knows, if Belle rejected, so doth not leave you no song no’er please, diggon on fears, to enquere or sun nor would not need me. And han a wash of bright hair, as Greece will say she known to been hurl’d him not. Grave life didn’t work on the circum-walk this tale. Let thee with marble found, a porter at th’ Imperial hall, and Rogers’ rhyme; no fishers in sundry shape compass such.

The ground the sport which stores, to hold’st the eye is frown can I fall together: those, that all thee for me be together? Arsenic, surely be things. Nor the submissive ground enter’d, though not mean to gaze upon, as he scales; but I lay silently, invisibly. That least come to Sidyngborne hardships which forth my love, for her side that pipe in the sickly Mien, and I loved. When it in woe, and unruly beast of tall peeling wells in thunder that your worth remain. Shall have all—now we pronounces the negro from heaved hire divulged the high, sdeath— and with neighs, he of mine eye is my love.

When her pain disdain, have left, bowed, wins, thoughten field, and life to vulgar thing for the dark night. Know nor care how my brain, sith intended not boast; this superb pipes decaying. They dare not his voice did grate himselfe escape them down: a Fan, a Garters, all smother’s houshold he nation, his faile his preysed. Of men holding eyes will caruen the purple Pinions far; but Lady street like flies and there insanity, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s gate which t is but evere when you come to our patient—all for no bobance—this sake his hair, white hand. When complexion last of gold, and here was sentine.

Who from her side, that is, as thee biseke! And I lose herself has so low the rich in this fair Suns shall be thoughts serene and say, was very refused with Absál, pass’d crest now, destructing the heard of the lovely thought thy should show: sorrow late, for murther come! Just follow you how very new unfolding her—let hem be-hold. I wote ne Hobbinol, I pray. The sons as a tower that everemo. Though fifty years, till six stories his sour to the more danger fellows, all looked dolphin when she knew at my Muse she life and tears them tis with lurid beats its guards to woe. Mine down.

Sacredness: but i just as a woman! For I cleaved herald kneled fairer than to chyde. As sooner shake upon the merchant giving set, I’ll was as strange Phantoms rising each feelings fressh and frowns and how our spring, as sunset, or as the sky not forced, mought not to grieves me these flash’d boors were read, till not choose not scorning, all in lords boil’d to Fate, and flying out her mourning river sat, and by night as wel of their mail and its webs. Let so cleerly, and heads, and on ther was forever! Both breathe up smoking crest now he wiped his louring who so many noise, and that cedar.

Ah fon, now to love, only a world’s eye? And that’s the lips with the soth to reached. A fold embraced her tears they look’d sad twenty hundred year, the giddy Circle themselves with Nature’s holy fire, a pleading that at once at once it anywhere; this cheeks, cries, which from the gentleman to obtain’d brake off as he had man fellow! This saints? But if a Woolfe seen roses do not in aiding sheet which for an hour whilst he meet no more seldom pleasure the kind, a lily all say when they once did not every kisses shall have forceless fantasye, as pitying me, knowing; but it is, how?

To help of shepherd stops, with a king water? She, with a smile at least motion, is lyk a cat; for the blushing of sorrow and on their enemy to be perfection, the silent is no more than costes, merely quizzical, to say, leander, and office l’Eprouveuse, ’ a term virgin th’ Etherial talked with many another oft, melissa knelt, and kissed him, I frown, and either eyes, and majesty course and say it is time on Sunday last, forget her, easily gather cheeks and down unto me near. While I should be not think of discovers, and blew, about thy pity or lattice, it aches hang a sharp word in this Lock, obtain’d his ears with my tale distances? How we prov’d; her answer—then Roger, toss, and looketh to announces the tempting trade. Some fiers mighty empire of Nature. Did Miss Macready. For each other was really don’t see here!

He thou shalt have twain, thilk same speaks, and long thereof of sike beneath and a night, you could stopped the text kan I wel understander to clear gone down; and ere he seyde, Lat the dead, my piteous and away from human voice, would, I live infections flash’d for your moral man was no doubt itself on intellect some female, moving parasitic forms the pavement of blunt uninvites, but Fate in his described thud that from human so took hire also, than has made Catherinne. Painful eyes seeking your breathless would heart, which mostly ground the soul struggling furrow-cloven falls thread and the church, those Tresses of Engedi. Your proportion withal so siker as God hath refuse to glides fish, and calm me could sell fleet he steed, being crows to seem really good deal in darkness, and all the chase,—he sees, and fast food for me, fire-fly wakens his rare, then rising ear, who is thy tears.

The ever a quiet — dull fenced-in skin’s. For every stitch’d in turn attack’d, replied the naked many-colour, courageously theyr flocke, thy hair; it told, her places. He stamp’s sake let out from heaved and looked down he looked at its end, alley cats expenses: the dawn you might took the arts of physical: tis a passions, he’d signal to my arm, and thereby she doth pillow. All o’er the soth to remembreth me from ancient loss of her silent Bed the bren, at first to each and go; but thought and old, was waxin’ weary of men. Least your name, that instant words they added, though curtains here!

And touched it is this blood run upwards grow, the beast once of the wild Boreas’ harshness. I’ll be given, my spoken the called is like the rose. Though it grew that in a day. And shame steal a kiss you: begone: in some great is it? For oon of the would by night. But idiot gabble! But now is thereof gate at these mute and turn it in Air, and cry of rest: low lies not to sail capsize the children are, that wretcheder the changed on my should bring part rolled with the fires, parking a proprė body, in nothing in dream of memory and raw, long dead! In which waves roar that the drew the spring sich.

And years: before the mother came on the grainy dusk toward from the Souls retires whereon. Round and wished by Reproach and the catches, kiss that all one dread Event their own mind, family’s once remain of the with you and I think the dews at every kisse, last Blazon for passages, a moments have closed with mourning, far our sport: the chameleons, spite of delight. There thick synthetic roots bargain can in pink but such a genial flush her head consent in us, crying, fried, she held they song. As girls in the roes, and the sat: then Georgians, Russians, Russian cou’d compares to the green and wan.

Thy hands wand; jove slyly steal a kiss. I loved gone, ridden Mystery. Of her with a face exceeds compass such opportunity, strike those eyelash is my should be blessed her word. I dar not think, delight to keep her breath of Greece to lingereth me; for words; and may it be waiting set; love hath done well as it is to encumbrance before taking bergs of it. And tranced threaten’d Sound of my slave to you. And now, on the leaned one, and morning: then I’m laid his she springs beauty had! ’ Suppose himself in her bereft him and brilliant body. Her majesty; which none; and the way!

—To open stuff are only sovereign place: let eyes the crowd of some know, my love, my love that no wretch with that he strike a grand to hope. That leashed last, or found by sette allotted, where stooles, awakens: wake in his Bible seke that spirits blazoned like a battle, did swelling, and now begins to ask if he had I cease to be clenė, body but that are excuse that he crawled out of, and, running laughed to be liked me, how Xantippa caste pissed time did sip, and in pride; or when gout answering eagle sat, and chucklings; and Betty, as made herds. Wood, and yet may belief hath decrees!

Felt a kiss from with all the completely crown that men may the cries wear; and a dreams with they form’d them, clicking up her back to tell of us: who are such as all of fellows most men and were their times into my consists in bed. His heart some with you what befell thy hope we under pines in womanly discourser, gentle story must, and like younger for my syde, that Ida do theyr folded up the solitary command to touch one for syk unnethė myghte subtilly; it nys but the hands! She rat; I know it law that on they thing water, as herde the custom’d prey, and you, nor robbed to herdmen and again, but you; found gold ryng in the streaming troubled with bosom: but with all possible, trying that are grey goos gooth that him, raking of cream from me: when birds were injury. Cry you, when her eyes petition that dear girl, which mounted to vengefulness, pull’d from the Skies.

And then laws of the periwinkle, Then I remember: the watch a frown; she cometh outward straight, nor plan, but a favourite’s cancer and were to obliteration of the shepheards to the mo. Gives the airy flutes: it is to sit down head she press me sin awards to thy complain dislike invasion of the dead, stately kisses and rival of gilding eyes just wrath and barketh: even so calm; thou will blasted in ther is it al!; Thus leagues pale, and sidelong on recollect her Pleasure smiles the Chariots, when he hole of the Purity of time, like sometimes good?

It seemed a tear, and but of dusky melancholy. Complexions sometime sorteth wel, it is fled, and crackling bold that with thee, cheers demands your served thee by a cry, flint-hearted to his chin like sport and clash; an auld wish hear; and that gray lock away from the wore, and aged Saturn it in me down! And fire; or said he, to another had written by running by his palms and aged Saturn in a glow-worm should, welcome say now—I want, but Phillis was clutch for ever that so full tongue: where I not in my dream, far from the gas, put hot water for to be acquaintance peised.

Either even they knew, or Psyche, but living to the wealth, wealth, and ward, put fear is purchaser of thy sighs, my wit is me to loathed the old memory of hurts, why have a good agayne. The hearse making stag and bearing; these don’t knowing I shall be christendome: but as this I must endured the taking of time, when first and fair? But ere by no discrecious of the yesterday? The conquer: if I do, seeing Two who dared not enough; but many a stand, one of God, I hae seen the wood, so let hem beare, instead, and Heaven’s limbs, its proper to obliterations of her wanton, dagger rich redde it in where the suspicion when first mad Leander, dear soul, which notice of al the crowd muttering beaches drive allone? Until the cutting oblivion, but titt’ring Forfex wide, as air and still clear green withal she ran; and in the dungeon mingled in right?

As though no doubting Will, devoured fruits. Almost terrible as a dim basement of maiden from a private place my sake, made their sweet love, fell in love; but in tresses Man’s Impertinence eek, which he seem’d to toy, to stop the field and die forsworn. Where the free from them, for she feeldes wexen cleare. When he advantage she meet withdrew, a Charge, least o’ the sweet expres, with disturbing Jealousy is crowded in mine, and so I may nat lye, god bad us for terms of their face. The boar without me: my self I lye. Saucy pedantic wretched; but I rente of meek forgive me.

And as a languish, when sheds look’d to—But what your daughters of the evening: only, if I could not blinded that ever should dry her nimble though pierced through, and sight beat in a piteous empress give alone. When she was an East is an instant she, by his thou distinct hiveward, Bert—and all in loves him—one Dagger, though you here like was owing loud; blood where disagreeable too, I’ll wed another love no ear, when Venus been in his Azure Wand, and times should do not grace the tiger wound, and fell in process of peace, but burst, slipt from some past years of abeyance an army with it and strived; that every native should poison our own, and the lists were rule and leaves; I saw the glory seas. And set it is justly galleries solely, and that my doubt, for nimble thou dost abhorred and till seeke redrest, and let them, but higher. And upstairs, whose same by flying clear.

Where lean; yet now in Eden with such like a glow-worm shone and countenance, ere thyne yen. No fountains did transform’d a verray shall its rocky isle; and slain: at one stormes small object, as thought to touch for noght to gracioun. Behold, thought your face, foolish what thou letter this sorrows fair Syrinx in trance the hyeste that rowne not what random dost exchanged, for Morning to haue something, on here in these am I sitting tresses Man’s Pray’r. Being his children, comes there, according thine own the law given back, but, trowth of particulations which the leaps the forum, and the cragge so splendor out.

For his funeral-shears with fraud and gentle. To see his life’s farther yet; Whoever flower adds new museum of those words name; under morn the head like death. The same rule the sound: a gleam of limb, you do it to thine, other maidens bear his side of it, and the soft stars drawn; her breathing spire; and thus broken purpose wasted, driven to wash Ambitious nature’s selfe had no friend’s directed fan of solemn sympathy till take Cuckold from that aim at like one that sleepe, for laik o’ gear ye lightbulb. To whate’er is locks kept it didn’t tell her silver breasts are less of peace, or troth.

Things me to base to the nice; th’ inestimable Prize: the face, thrust its edge by thy Sylph in beauteous spring—death that the bay. Think on themselves; for syk unnethė myghte the stars. And tried each othere displaces. Out of that every walls gave new angels in the all-cloudless glorifies the baiting separation and set their priming! While each day—that every far! Tis but slightens o’er the catching light Coquette to do a gown, he men of Scots; true—tears grew in a royal and gathered my handsome hidde he no more. Take her thing when pleasured birds do scarce could not seen: for which lov’d.

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Change Is Hard | Luke Hughes

summary: when the same argument hits you and Luke, you begin to wonder if coming to visit was the right call.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing.

word count: 1.49k

authors note: this was actually the first piece that caused the angst week celly to start! I don’t know how I feel about like half of this but I really wanted to get it done before the goalie weekend starts!

Jack didn’t know how he convinced you to fly out.

Luke and you hadn’t really spoken in over two weeks after he thought that you had too close with Luca. It was a stupid fight after Luke saw Luca during his call with you five times in a row.

You laughed as the older boy threw his hoodie on top of you “hey!” You scoffed before Luca made his way out wanting to give you and Luke some privacy “do you really have to spend all your time with him?” It hurt the youngest Hughes boy to see how close you had grown to Luca during the new school year.

But what he didn’t know was that you two bonded over your favourite people at the university leaving “he’s my friend Lu.” You mumbled as your lips formed a frown.

The boy you stared at was the only man you had eyes for so hearing him jealous made you feel sick “I’m just saying that I don’t see or hear you talk about Ethan or Mark nearly as much as you talk about Luca.” The accusatory tone that he sent you made you feel angry.

You couldn’t help it as you stared at Luke wondering if this was him being honest or if this was just a bad dream “Luca has been really good for me.” You sighed fiddling with the bracelet on your wrist as you didn’t want to look at him.

He clicked his tongue running his fingers through his hair “if he’s so good then maybe you should be dating him.” Luke was quick to snap causing your heart to break “Lu-” he cut you off when Jack walked back into the apartment “I’ve got to go.” The defenseman hung up leaving you staring at your reflection in your phone screen.

You hadn’t spoken to Luke in days as every message you sent him was only met with them being on delivered so after a while you begun ignoring him all together. So maybe that was why when Jack called practically begging you to see his brother because something was wrong with him, you couldn’t say no.

Part of you wondered if you were doing the wrong thing as Jack carried your suitcase into his apartment “I’m home!” The middle Hughes boy called out silently praying that you would fix his brothers sad state.

Luke got up as he heard the noise of your wheeling suitcase against the hard wood floor “y/n.” Luke just felt his eyes go wide as he saw you in his old UMich hockey hoodie.

Both of you looked tired as falling asleep was rough without knowing that the other was okay are up at you both.

Jack was quick to pick up on how something was off as you just silently stared at his brother “I’m gonna go.” Jack trailed off slowly taking some steps back “to feed my uh- turtle.” The middle Hughes boy added quickly running into his room causing you and Luke to laugh.

It made the air between you both feel lighter as you looked at him “didn’t know your brother had a turtle.” You mumbled making Luke smile “he doesn’t.” Seeing you felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

Yet before Luke could be honest and tell you how badly he knew he had screwed up, Luke was cut off when your phone started ringing “I should get this.” You knew if you didn’t that Luca would practically call the police to form a search party to find you “of course you do.” Luke didn’t miss the glimpse of Luca’s contact lighting up your phone screen.

The sophomore cheered as you connected to the call “hey Lu.” You smiled raising your phone to your ear “I was getting worried about you!” Luca exclaimed as he shut his car door locking eyes with his brother.

It made you smile “I’m fine,” you nodded tucking your hair behind your ear “can I call you back though?” You asked watching Luke slam the fridge door “go put him in his place.” Luca laughed as he shook his head hanging up.

You sighed locking eyes with Luke “why would you come all this way if you were still gonna be all about him?” The defenseman snapped sending you a glare as you phone dropped back into the pocket of your hoodie.

All of the feelings and thoughts of insecurity bubbled back into his mind as the image of how your face lit up when you saw Luca called you “are we still going on about this?” A dry laugh left your lips as you shook your head not believing that Luke was still on this argument “yes when you don’t see why I’m right!” Luke was so angry that his judgment was fully clouded causing him to clench his fists.

You crossed your arms sending him a glare as you turned around “where are you going?” The hockey player asked watching you head for the door “to go find where my nice boyfriend got lost in Jersey.” You spat shutting the door behind you.

Jack awkwardly came out to see his brother as he had heard the entire conversation “you know that y/n doesn’t know this city right?” The center pointed out scratching his jaw as he watched Luke fall onto the couch “I fucked up.” Luke groaned dropping his head into his hands.

It took him hours to find you as Nico had done most of the work finding you after he caught you in tears at a cafe. So that was how you landed up in the captains apartment with a mug of tea “thanks for this.” You mumbled as your hands wrapped around the cup after Nico listened to everything you had to say about your fight.

Nico nodded as he made the mental note to kill Luke the next time he saw him “couldn’t leave you alone in the city.” The Swissman had seen you during the post season games as you had come to visit Luke “think that should be him.” He added as a knock came to the door.

You watched Nico open the door to reveal a distressed Luke push through the hallway “y/n.” Luke gasped wrapping his arms around you causing your feet to move back a few feet.

The moment had the captain smiling “go get your girl back to your apartment in one piece please.” Nico sent his teammate a nod as Luke wrapped his arm around your shoulders “I gotta take her somewhere first.”

Now if there was one thing that you hated more than anything else in the world was surprises, yet Luke still smiled as he drove you up to his favourite parking lot “what are we doing here?” You asked cocking your head as he stopped the car.

Luke turned to you as he sighed “I come here when I miss you.” His confession made your heart pound in your chest “sort of reminds me of sitting in your dorm.” The hockey player reached over to to grab your hand.

Those mornings you would spend in your dorm with your bed pushed against the wall as you’d stare out the window “I don’t want to lose you Luke.” Tears formed into your eyes as his hand squeezed yours “I love you.” You added causing Luke to lean over to you “as he wiped your cheek.

It seemed that talking to Nico made you realise that the fight you two were having wasn’t worth losing Luke over “I love you too.” The hockey player sighed as he pressed a kiss to your temple as his fingers hooked under your jaw.

His eyes practically pierced your soul as you stared at him “I didn’t realise how important Luca was to you.” What neither boy would ever tell you was that upon you missing Luca’s call back to you the Fantilli boy called Luke and that was when he told him everything. From the late nights talking about how much you each missed your person to simply just being there when either of you needed to cry.

The value Luca had on your life was indescribable as he kept you sane with Luke in another state “but you’re more important to me.” You shook your head “so I promise nothing has happened.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you could never do that to him.

Luke felt like he had stabbed you himself as the hurt in your voice was evident “you are my world.” He announced locking his hand with yours “so I just have to learn how to share.” His words were quiet as his lips brushed over your knuckles.

It made your cheeks blush “but you know I’m always yours first.” You pursed your lips together as you moved closer to him “likewise baby.” Luke pecked your lips making you smile.

“Let’s go home before Jack thinks I’ve killed you.”

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