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Okay so here it is. Had to work through my emotions first so I've found my equilibrium.
I really liked how Neve's narrative turned out as a whole. I didn't expect to get along with her because she seemed kind of cold at first but honestly? She's for the girlies. I love her. So warm once you get to know her. She's such a bestie, comparative to Leliana in DAO imo
The section I was missing was in the Heights of Athim where the well is. Killed the demon, found the chests, got the last of the statues. I didn't expect to get that achievement so I was quite proud of myself.
I didn't 100% everywhere, I'll probably try to do that next run tbh. By that point I just wanted to see what happened, and...oh boy.
I was honestly 100% happy with the game 'til I got to the third act. Now that I've stewed on it I'll confidently say it's only dropped to 90%, but that's only because I'm of the rather rose-tinted persuasion of despising even "necessary" or "worthy" character deaths. I was NOT expecting to have Davrin die (which...Lace is the alternative? my heart!). Him AND Assan, too? After everything? I know that's the whole point of sacrifice, "whatever it takes", but...idk, it just didn't sit right with me. It felt squandered. But I know that's just my opinion.
And, speaking of squandered...Varric. I'd had the gut feeling that there was more to his situation than he was letting on, especially given Solasâ little "[he] is...quite practiced at shading the truth himself", so I was thinking "oh the only reason he survived was that he got tied to the Lighthouse's energy somehow and can't leave" or âhe had a reaction to the dagger like Lace did just slightly differentâ or smth, but the longer the game went on the more details I noticed. Lace's reaction in the start confused me. There were just enough references to him throughout to mollify my suspicions, but then I got the codex about Xenon trying to buy Bianca and Lace almost gutting him for it. Also no one ever looked at him during the table meetings, and in the scenes he spoke to Rook he waited 'til everyone else left. That all was adding up, especially when I realized that Neve had healed completely, yet Varric was still as weak as he was at first with the casts and bandages and getting tired.
So. It didn't really surprise me when I got to the Fade mission and found out the truth, but...it still upset me. I know he's been in BW's sights for a long time but I hoped he would be the one character to make it out unscathed tbh. So I accepted it, thinking that it must be worth something, that once Rook brings it up to Solas it would help to persuade him, but...nothing. The companion banter in Minrathous didn't trigger for me, so other than Rook initially confronting Solas about it I didn't get any sense of lingering remorse from Solas, which I felt was out of character for him, especially given the circumstances. (I saw Lace's dressing down later, which helped me resolve it all in my mind. It doesn't fix the fact that no one really talks about it very much, but it made me feel a little better hearing Solas say he was sorry. Really sorry.) Ultimately I felt that it was a bit cheap overall since even the Inquisitor doesn't really bring it up, so I'll be discarding that in my AU. No thanks, BW. I want my bestest dwarf intact, thank you. Moving on.
Now, the rest of Solas in the third act? *chef's kiss* Did not see him leaving us in the Fade coming at all, especially since I got the "you have earned the respect of the dread wolf " message. In retrospect I should have expected it, but I guess I forgot I was looking at him through Rookâs eyes, whom he doesnât know, and not as "me" (who I guess I associate with the Inquisitor more atm, ironically), so it makes sense that he still doesn't necessarily trust her and was manipulating her. The blood magic thing got me, too. And what fooled me was how concerned he genuinely seemed before, like after Weisshaupt, especially when he distracted Elgarn'nan on our behalf. So it fits him, and it gave me the good moment of like "fuck you. that was clever, Dread Wolf, you got me. but fuck you."
Fade mission was the closest I got to crying the whole game. Well written, most definitely. Still don't like the character deaths but c'est la vie. Not that big of a deal since I've seen that others appreciate the stakes being so high and there actually having to be that choice. To each their own. (I'll be changing it in my fic eventually regardless lol)
Emmrich's romance got me dude. The little argument before the island genuinely had me so worried, and then them making up once she escaped the Fade? *chef's kiss* The coffin slew me on sight though lol, it was so funny to me. He's so sweet I love him so much I swear. Definitely already a favorite and I haven't even experienced the others yet lol (Lucanis will be next, for whom I am so excited)
Minrathous was crazy. I believed Solas that time, too, so caught up in his sad little puppy dog eyes. I even noticed the "by my hand" comment and thought about it and then just dismissed it like "whatever you say king I am at your disposal". Woof. Getting to fight with him again, especially at full power, was so...well, empowering. Like I said, I didn't get the banter (since I had Lace and Emmrich with me), so it felt a little empty. I'll make sure to wait for it next time. (AND I SO CALLED IT THAT HE AND EMMRICH WOULD GET ALONG. WHERE ARE THE FICS OF THEM GETTING TO INTERACT, HUH? W H E R E)
I'm so glad Bellara turned out okay, I didn't think I could handle losing her, too. And Enaste in the middle of it all? Poor baby. I wanted to hug her so bad. Morrigan calling her out was funny though ngl
I got the rune of Felassan from the Caretaker, but I had really hoped that the spirit would have some sort of greater impact on the narrative, like appealing to Solas on our behalf for our help in the Crossroads/for the spirits, or with the rune actually summoning some spirits to help fight Elgar'nan like it sounded when the caretaker described it. A little thing, perhaps, but I thought for sure the Caretaker would have a greater narrative impact than that.
And boy. Oh boy. Getting to see the Dread Wolf was something. Big boy. Big pupper. That was so badass.
By the time I fought Elgarânan I had mostly gotten the hang of the combat so it wasnât too bad. I really like him and Ghil as villains overall. Just the right balance of real tangible threat and silly evils.
Oh and Solas clinging to his duty right until the end? I was so scared I wouldnât be able to convince him when I first saw the trick or fight options, but then I realized I got the good ending from Mythalâs essence and I was so relieved. And boy? Let me tell you.
That entire scene had me almost in tears. It was so good. The angles and the lighting and the voice acting and the interactions and...everything. It was everything I wanted. So heartfelt and brought such good closure. And Lavellan getting to be with him in the end is actual perfection.
So, overall, I'd say I am mostly satisfied with the game personally. It was a product of a decade of ups and downs and while it is by no means perfect, I am so grateful to have had the chance to find "canon" closure and experience this game (mostly) spoiler free the first time. To me the world building we were afforded feels more like cherries put on top of the cake that was already there rather than baking something new, although there are of course some completely understandable nitpicks I have seen other people make. However, for what it is, and where it leaves us, I am content. Even if they don't make another game, I'm glad we got this one.
Anywho...I have already started my second playthrough with my Mournwatcher rook and have already started tweaking my AU/fics to accommodate the new information we got. :)
Thirteen (point six) hours in now that itâs finally downloadedâŠI tiredâŠIâve been up since seven am lol, itâs so much better than I expected!đ„°
Iâll post better images once I figure out where in the hell my screenshot folder is but my baby Fenalan turned out so so gorgeous omlđ„č
Spoilers mentioned under the cut:
Iâm so glad Varric is okay. He gave Fenalan a little pep talk when she cracked under the pressure a bit so sheâs doing her best to hold it together for the team. She left the mayor bc heâs a shithead and sheâs generally been rather purple-coded, as I thought.
She has also given Solas a hard time at first, as planned. I wasnât expecting him to clap back like he did in that second scene lol, but now that Varric has given her more insight into Solasâ personality sheâll be more cooperative going forward (while still being a lil shit of course).
God I know Iâm waiting to romance Lucanis for Khalida but I understand why people are so I love with him. He went grocery shopping for themđ„čand the delight in his voice when Fenalan got him the wyvern tooth dagger? Oh my lanta, my heart. And the fact that he noted her favorite drink being tea? That slew me on the spot. By god I am going to smooch you so hard next time. Get ready for it. (Rn he and Neve are flirting up a storm and itâs so damn cute I want to die.)
Honestly all the companion missions so far have been so sincere and sweet. I canât wait to see more! Iâm starting to get all the little side missions branching out so Iâm trying not to get overwhelmed with them all by taking them one at a time. I think Iâll tackle more of arlathan forest first thing tomorrow.
I unlocked the memory where Solas fights Elgarânan, so is the elf who was with him Felassan? Iâm assuming itâs Felassan. And if thatâs Felassan I am going to cry bc he seems so nice and outgoing.
Also who summoned the fish in the Lighthouse? (I think it was Felassan lol, he seems like an agent of chaos. The âyou summoned them, youâll have to feed themâ line took me out.)
Iâm mentally cataloguing all the little differences Iâll be making with Khalida, who is more of the soft-spoken, shy, diplomatic type. Her favorite drink will be the âsomething sweeterâ option, sheâll have supported Varricâs plan, and sheâll be more open to Solasâ input off the bat once she gets over her initial fright of him. Sheâs such a sweet little thing and Lucanis is going to be an utter disaster with her since sheâs a bit oblivious lol
God idk if Iâm going to be able to sleep after all this but hey, hereâs to trying lol
On nydha, lethalâlen!đ„°
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there is no practical reason for me to wait until november to upgrade my iphone 8, but i think it's spiritually healthier to sit on it for a few weeks
i need to exercise my "wait for it" muscle instead of impulse buying this (even though it's definitely time for it)
#i impulse bought my car lol#hella rushed it and like mostly no regrets but .... some regrets#i didn't feel grounded in the decision. it was kinda like#one day i wasn't ready for the purchase and the next day i snapped and boom CAR#lots of upgrades this year. i had been driving a 1998 toyota that kept breaking down on me until i physically couldnt handle it anymore#and now my phone is struggling to connect to cellular so its definitely time to upgrade#but how many opportunities do i get to exercise patience like this!#proud of myself for using things to the last drop!#personal finance
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i don't make resolutions, but if i did
it would be to finish this fic
(and to be kind to myself for however long it takes to actually do so)
#i'm finishing it if it kills me#i know i've been writing this makeout scene for 3 weeks but baby that can't last forever#if we want to get deep and dark and serious for a second i do think a lot of my struggles to write lately have to do with engagement#and how incredibly low engagement has been on the last few things i've written#which like. is what it is. i'm not entitled to anybody's time or comments or kudos.#but when you write stuff you're proud of and it feels like it's barely getting read it's hard to keep momentum.#this isn't intended as a woe is me or whatever it's just kind of like. there. hovering.#happens enough times you start to wonder if it's you. am i just writing for the wrong fandom/ship?#(too bad if so. they're in my bones i'm writing for them and no one can stop me.)#but yeah. if you ever wonder if authors do care or notice about hits. comments. kudos. buddy i am here to tell you#not only do we care and FLOURISH we also notice when those things drop off and readers vanish#and it is a giant bummer. and sometimes makes us wildly paranoid about why that might have happened.#so if you liked a fic today--not even one of mine. just. anybody's. share it. comment on it.#kudos at the VERY least (cuz frankly kudos is there to be an 'i got to the end and this was nice' feature.#so when you get 500 hits and only like 30 kudos? it feels like 470 of those people hated your work)#anyway. that got out of hand. lil' too raw lil' too honest. happens when you let yourself ramble at 11:30 instead of sleeping#to sum: let your local fic writer know if they've made you happy#and as we go into 2024 i am swearing to myself that this fic (and probably several others) are getting finished#come hell. high water. or dishearteningly low engagement numbers.#(and then maybe we...actually work on something original. cuz why not. new year same old me but i'll do my best.)
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cherry buys the cherry lube (best kind) as her last step to convince peter to fuck her and he just sighs JDBDDN
sheâs just a girlđ he needs to give her what she wants! in the name of feminism
an: nsfw content!
sitting crisscrossed in peterâs bed, you reach over the side to grab a small bag from your backpack. the thin plastic had three red thank youâs printed across it. you raise it over your head and give it a shimmy.
âguess what i got?â
âa lamborghini.â
âso close! okay, you know that sex shop off that exit with the chinese place?â
âno.â
âoh. iâll have to take you-â
âno thanks.â
â- but i went there and i found something. something i think youâd like and something you think weâd need.â
âiâm scared.â
âiâm not!â you shake out the bag, a palm sized bottle of lube falls, it lands on your lap and you quickly present it to peter with a proud smile.
âlube?â you shove it out into his hands, âlook at the flavor!â peter squints at the bottle, then scoffs. âreally? cherry?â
âoh câmon, itâs perfect!â you start listing off why, âyou call me cherry, youâre taking my cherry, and itâs cherry lube, to do said previous thing.â
youâre waiting for his excitement, you reach forward to push at his cheeks, forcing a smile. âwhat? you donât find it funny? i thought iâd at least get a chuckle from you.â
peter watches as you tear the plastic around the cap with your teeth. âdo you think it actually tastes like cherry?â you stick out your tongue and put a small drop on it, you hold it out to peter and wave your hand along.
heâs got hesitant eyes when his own darts out, you give him the same amount. your face sours at the taste, peter has a poker face. âew.â it sticks around, you wipe your tongue off with your shirt.
'that was gross- unless you like it, i assume you'd be doing most of the tasting.' peter tosses the bottle into a trashcan you didn't know he had. 'is that new?' peter shakes his head, you tilt yours and try to place it. 'weird. never noticed it before. also, you owe me four dollars.'
'why do i have to pay you back?'
'you threw it away.'
'it was inedible.'
'false. i could've used it by myself.'
'go dig it out then.'
'i deserve more than trash lube, peter.'
'consider it a favor, you shouldn't be using scentsy stuff down below. i've heard they don't like it.'
you squint at him, 'what's it for then?' peter looks down at his crotch, 'blowjobs.' you drop your mouth a little, that hadn't occurred to you. 'oh, i see.' you have a moment where things click into place. 'so that would also explain flavored condoms.'
'please tell me you didn't get flavored condoms.'
'of course not.'
peter relaxes, you prefer him on edge.
'i don't know what size you wear. is it a one size fits all thing cause i've seen those videos where people hang them out the car window and they turn into balloons.'
'think of it as a pair of leggings. could you fit into a pair three sizes too small? sure can. is it comfortable? absolutely not.'
âand ones that are too big just fall off? that explains a lot, actually.â
âpersonally, iâd be more mortified if a condom came off because it was too big versus just admitting i need a smaller size.â
your eye twinkles, âand what size are you?â
âyou buy the tampons, i buy the condoms. deal?â you can't lie, learning male anatomy has been your favorite part in all of this.
peter lays back with his hands behind his head, you straddle his lap and he's watching with close eyes. 'what? i can't get comfortable?'
he smiles. sometimes you get a ping in your lower stomach when he looks at you like that.
'all this bedspace and you choose to get comfortable on me?'
'i have a feeling this will be my favorite seat.' a smug grin.
'you're bold for a virgin.'
'would you rather me be scared to be near you, a man with a penis?' peter's head tilts, you know what's coming. 'oh? so you didn't have a panic attack when you saw my dick?'
you twitch your nose at the quip, you pat his tummy, hovering over his waistline. 'speaking of, you should let me see him again. i'm prepared and i wanna touch.'
peter's ignoring the spike in his blood pressure, he doesn't like the gleam in your eye. 'or... i think i have a suggestion for how you can make up the four dollars you owe me.'
'i owe you nothing, but lets hear it.'
you act out your words. 'you,' you point at him. 'me,' you point at yourself. 'having sex,' you gesture to your placement, then the bare spot next to him. before he can ruin it, you continue. 'right now.'
'do you think if you keep asking i'll say yes on a whim?' you lean in, inches from his face. 'you want to have sex with me. you want to take me to pound town. you want to make me a real woman.' it's a poor attempt at hypnotizing.
'okay, well, being a virgin doesn't mean you're not a real woman. second, you still get nervous about making out with me. you're not ready for sex.'
okay, maybe so. it's not your fault you don't know how to act around him, he's the first guy you've seen for longer than a week and he's not your boyfriend.
'i'm not anxious about kissing you.'
'oh, really? do it then.' he called your bluff. you've kissed people before but this whole arrangement was peter's idea so you've left all the initiation to him.
'fine, i'll kiss you.' you make no movements.
'i'm waiting.' you swallow tightly and move in, he's got that smile that makes your heart beat fast, you still haven't pinpointed why. 'i'm going to kiss you.' peter nods, 'go ahead.'
you get closer, 'i'm seriously gonna do it.'
'c'mon, cherry. i hate a tease.' you power through the part of your brain that tells you you've never kissed a guy, you've always waited for them to kiss you. you hold your breath and land a peck on his mouth.
'there. i did it.'
'did what? kiss me like i dared you?â he finds it funny, that's what you get for being bold. you won't make him laugh this time. you move quick, your lips melt over his, you always forget how good of a kisser he is until you have your mouth on his and you never want to separate again.
it becomes sloppy, when you lick his bottom lip peter groans, it sends a spark to your thighs and you involuntarily clench around nothing. you gasp when you're flipped onto your back, peter's dotting a line over your jaw.
when a rough hand skids under your shirt, you suck in a breath.
'relax.'Â
it's easier said than done. peter's right, you talk a big game but when he actually tries to do what you want, you hit the panic button.
'sorry, i was just thinking about the four bucks you owe me.'
'don't lie when i'm about to get handsy.' you squirm when fingers tuck themselves into the band of your bra. 'handsy how?' it's peter's turn to take control.
'how do you feel about hitting second base?'
'you're gonna finger me?' your voice pitches while your mind starts racing, you weren't prepared for this. 'easy, killer. second base is just me feeling you up, when you're ready for more, let me know.'
relief floods you, you get more comfortable underneath him. 'oh, okay. yeah, you can get handsy. do you want me to take my shirt off?'
'i want to suck your tits, you decide.'
your entire body flushes warmth, your cheeks are like lava. 'oh! i've never had that done. does it feel good?'
'i don't know, but i'm here if you want to find out.' you nibble on your bottom lip, it's all about eventually having sex and part of that might include your boobs.
'i'd like to find out.'
peter doesn't rush into it. for someone who doesn't like to be teased, he loves teasing. it feels like an hour passes before you're bare chested, a slurry of insecurity flashes when he doesn't immediately go to town.
'you're beautiful.' peter feels a little silly saying it, he hasn't really complimented a girl so softly under the guise of sex before.
your heart pounds, you've never heard it said so authentically. peter genuinely believes what he's saying, you don't think a guy has ever called you beautiful. you've gotten hot and sexy but never beautiful. you feel the need to give him something back.
'you're handsome.' you might be bad at this, you feel his smile in the crook of your neck.
'thanks, cherry.'
slow marks dance over your collarbones, when they reach your chest you almost flinch. 'i'm okay.' you were speaking to yourself, but maybe peter also needs the reminder. 'are you trying to convince me or yourself?'
'yes.'
'you can tap out. no harm, no foul.' no, you got this far and if you back out it would be taking ten steps backwards. 'i'm not tapping out, i'm waiting to see if what you're saying is worth all the hoopla.'
peter snorts, 'hoopla.' you're about to give a rebuttal, instead you grip the back of his head and let out a breathy 'oh wow,' when peter swirls his tongue around you.
it's igniting you all over, you don't know why you thought it would feel bad. when there's a vacuum seal and peter starts sucking, you're a goner. when he mixes in that little twirl method, you let out an earth shattering moan.
your hand slams over your mouth. 'sorry! i've never done that before and i-' there's a dark look in peter's eyes, you can't decide if he's more upset about your words or making him stop.
'don't ever apologize for your pleasure. got it?' you nod quickly, you'd agree to anything if it meant peter would keep going. 'okay, okay, got it.' it's all he needs and he's back to work, the breast he doesn't have in his mouth is being treated with his hand.
there's double sensation, peter's going back and forth and now you can't think straight and... and... you're about to come and you've never done that in front of another person.
'please stop!'
peter drops his mouth open and freezes, he's moving with caution when he pulls away from you. you race for air while the knot in your stomach slowly untangles.
'are you okay?' peter's looking over every inch of your body, you smile sheepishly and look anywhere but him. 'yeah. i was just like... you know?'
'no.'
'i was gonna... you know? and i've never done that with another person.' peter's trying to jump through the hoops of your 'you know?'s' you say that a lot and very rarely does he actually know what you mean.
'you were about to come?' everything burns, how is he so casual about all of this? 'yeah.' the look on his face tells you he already knew that. 'what did you think the point was? just for fun?'
'you didn't tell me that! how was i supposed to know?' he gives a half shrug. 'it gets some people off and others need more. it was a gamble, nice to know which crowd you fit in though.'
you feel a bit silly, of course that was the intention. wasn't this whole thing about your pleasure? 'if you get me off, i have to get you off.' peter's quick to shut you down.
'you don't have to do anything. sex isn't transactional.'
'yeah, but, peter, i want to please you too. this doesn't do much for me if you keep me away from you.' peter takes your concern to heart, he nods thoughtfully and calmly explains his hesitation.
'i understand that, and i promise we'll get there. mutual pleasure is something we need to conquer before sex, yes. but for right now, as someone who's done those things for a while, i'm on the backburner. i need to catch you up to speed on some things first, okay? you've never come in front of someone, you don't need to be trying to tack blowjob skills on top of that.'
peter has an excellent argument, you just feel bad he's not getting anything in return. he doesn't owe you anything, he's just doing you a favor and he absolutely doesn't owe you loyalty. it's not like peter likes you, he's just doing you a favor, that's all this is.
'just because...' your tongue feels thick, it feels hard to say what you're about to say and you don't know why. 'just because you're helping me out doesn't mean you have to suffer. so if you want to hookup with someone more experienced while we-'
'no. that's not what this is about, that mentality is why we're not just jumping into sex. cherry lube or not.' you don't know why that relieves you, you don't know why you feel so much better knowing peter wasn't looking for anything with anyone else.
just in case; 'if you do hook up with someone else-'
'i won't.'
'-i believe you. but if you do, can you promise not to tell me? if you need to take care of yourself outside of this just don't let me find out, please.' it'd be crushing to know what peter's doing with you while knowing he's doing the same thing with another girl who could actually pleasure him back.
'cherry, seriously, that's not what this is about.' it's sex. it's only about sex. how could you be confusing it?
'sex is about open and honest communication. it's about trusting each other and being vulnerable. it doesn't matter if it's a one night stand or a committed relationship, it takes a lot to open up to someone else like that. if, and i wouldn't, but i'll entertain you- if i wanted to step out of this, i'd tell you first, because that's what you're supposed to do.'
when you picked peter out of the line of frat boys you had no idea you got the one who was all about slow and steady. you expected a quick one night and to be sent off to live the world as a non-virgin, not the beefy gentleman in front of you.
'you're one of a kind, parker.' peter winks at you, you feel warm. 'same to you, cherry. this only works if we're open with each other, i'm not just teaching you the physical parts of sex, i'm trying to show you the mental and emotional side of it because that's way more important than the actual sex, does that make sense?'
you think you get what he's saying. 'so, because you already know these things, your pleasure doesn't matter right now?'
'correct.'
'and if it matters to me?'
'don't let it. because if it becomes an issue i'll...' he trails off, he's waiting on you to finish it for him. you'll prove you've been listening. 'tell me.'
'bingo! look at you, cherry smart.' you groan, 'that was gross.' peter squeezes your knee, he's looking over your face for any hesitation, he doesn't see any.
'are we good? we're on the same page now?'
you nibble on your bottom lip, you think you covered everything. you didn't know there were so many things to sex. 'yeah, same page.' peter's happy with that, he nods once and turns back on the horny part of his brain.
'still wanna call it quits or keep going?'
same page, same page, same page, same-
'keep going.' you sound nervous, peter catches it. 'are you sure? we can put it on pause and-'
'no, i wanna...' time to be a big girl, you're both on the same page. 'i wanna have you make me...' you lose your tenacity but you still power through, even if you mumble the last word. 'come.'
peter tells you if you wanna stop, at any point for any reason, just call it like you did before. you agree but tell yourself you were going to get through it because the sooner you open yourself up for pleasure, the sooner peter opens himself up for the same thing.
it's not a hard thing to power through, this time you're not shy about quiet whimpers or tugging at the back of peter's hair. 'oh my god,' you squeeze your eyes shut, there are zings of want being sent into your core, it's an unreal feeling.
peter grazes his teeth over your nipple, your back arches from his bed. 'okay, yeah, shit, fuck, okay.' you're bad at staying calm, peter's humming into your skin, you want more. you want everything he's given you multiplied by ten.
a switch to your left breast, it's just as satisfying. when his thumb tweaks your bud, you push up further. 'i want more, please more.' you don't know what you're asking for, you're hoping peter will help you out.
peter sucks harshly, your breath hitches and at that perfect moment, he grinds his hips into yours. an egregious moan rips from your throat, you can't help the tumbling whimper, it sounds pathetic. peter must like it, he rolls harsher, his jeans meet your bottoms perfectly.
'doin' okay?' you answer by shoving his head back down. 'mhm, keep doing that please.' peter follows the instruction, whatever gets you off, he'll do.
bump and grind, he's back on your right tit. it's been ten minutes but you can already tell he prefers that one. it took longer to build because you edged yourself, but peter hit that one spot and your thighs are a vice grip around his hips.
'oh my fucking god, peter.' he said he doesn't know if it would feel good, you wish you could share a fraction of what you're experiencing. your lower stomach tightens, peter latches down harder as if he has a sixth sense for what you're about to do.
you don't know what to do with your hands, when you grit your teeth and meet his miniature thrusts, they land on peter's arms and your nails dig in. your eyes slam closed, you see white light as if your picture was taken with the flash on.
'shit, shit, shit, shit!' you swear you're drawing blood from him but all you can think about is the heat exploding from your body. your hips buck they never have before, there's a sense of delight backing it up.
you've never had an orgasm like this in your entire life. it feels so different with another person, it felt like it was never ending. your legs feel like they locked up, you stop breathing for a solid second before you're gasping.
peter pulls back, your head is still spinning. your chest rapidly rises and falls, you feel marks over your face but you're so far away in your mind it's muddled.
'c'mon, come back to me.' you feel more awake, there's a wet kiss to your cheek, then another to your chin. 'c'mon, cherry. find your mind.' you do, your eyes open, you forgot you had them closed. it's like peeling them apart.
you feel wrecked.
'hi.' peter's got a cocky grin, he deserves it. you run your hand down your face, you feel fuzzy. 'hi.' you remember the harm you might've caused, you slightly shake when you reach for peter's arm, there's no marks.
'how are you feeling?' like you're leaking into his mattress, like every muscle is weighed down, like you couldn't stand up if you tried. the best you can come up with is, 'floaty.'
'that might stick around for a minute. want some water?' you hadn't thought of it before, but suddenly you feel parched. peter reads your mind, he's already holding out his water bottle.
'everything's better right after, no idea why.' peter guesses it's something with endorphins and brain chemicals, but he's never bothered to actually look into it.
after sitting up, you chug. even after the water you're still breathless. 'holy shit.' falling forward, peter catches you. you lay on him as a half hug, all he's doing is supporting your weight. you feel terribly heavy right now.
'thank you so much, oh my god. holy shit, a guy just made me come in my pants, what the fuck is my life?' a sprinkle of kisses from your ear to your cheek, 'don't build my ego too much or you'll have to deal with it.'
'i feel so heavy right now.' you drop to the pillow at peter's push, you don't have it in you to fight back. it's not necessary because peter falls right next to you and scoops you into his hold.
or, another way to put it, peter's cuddling you. peter's cuddling you while he's kissing your shoulder, it makes your head spin even more. 'what are you doing?' you're not fighting him on it, if anything you're leaning in further, he's just never cuddled you before. it feels nice.
'aftercaring you. doing my best to get you back down to earth from your floaty space.' you nod like you understand, there's still some things you need to get better at.
'hey, peter?'
'yeah?' he's much quieter.
'you don't owe me four dollars anymore.' a puff of hot air into your skin, at least he finds you funny. 'good. you were never gonna get it anyways.'Â
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Iâd love to see a Wanda x Reader fic where Wanda is practicing a new duplication spell, and she asks reader to help spot any differences between her and her new âcloneâ. The game turns flirty and then cue a Wanda/Reader/Wanda threeway :)
Seeing Double
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Word Count: 3569
Warnings: Smut, Spell gone wrong (Or oh so right), Strap-on (R receiving), Oral on Strap-on (Wanda receiving), light bondage (Only a split second), Enchanted Straps, Cum filled Straps, Dom!Wanda, Sub!Reader, Two Wanda's, Anal, Double Penetration, Plugs, Anal fingering, Mommy Kink, Mistress Kink, Slight selfcest (Just making out), Squirting, A bit of Cock warming
A/n: I was so excited to write this. Hopefully it doesn't get too confusing with the double Wanda's. I tried my best to tell who was who when doing anything. Thank you for the request and I really hope you like it.
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âWands?â You call out as you open the door to the study. Wanda likes to use it to practice her magic. You would normally never disturb her while doing so, but she has been in there awhile and you just wanted to make sure she was ok and to bring her something to eat and drink. She warns you that it is dangerous and she would never want to hurt you. So you normally stay away like she said but your nerves got the best of you so you made your way inside.Â
The tray clatters to the ground. The cup of tea shattering on impact. Your stunned, mouth hanging agape. There in front of you is your girlfriend and also your girlfriend. You rub your eyes thinking something is wrong with you but when you blink there are still two Wandaâs standing in front of you. âI- What? Why are there two of you?â You stammer out.Â
Both Wandaâs stare at you in a bit of shock. They never expect you to come in here and to see this. Itâs like watching a mirror as both of them gain their composure at the same exact time. Their expressions are the same as they soften, seeing you and the fact that you had dropped what seems to be food and water for them, albeit there is only supposed to be one of them.Â
âDetka a spell didnât go quite as planned.â One of them speaks. âI didnât mean to copy myself; it was an unexpected result of a spell.â The other one finishes. Which causes a different confusion now. âWhich one of you is the real Wanda?â You question looking between them. They share a look that you donât quite understand until the first one speaks. âWell we both are real Milaya. But since you're here now why donât you try and figure out which one of us cast the spell.â The second one purrs in your ear with the last part. Both of them circling you like prey. You gulp both women making you squirm with their intense gaze. It doesnât take much for your girlfriend to make you squirm like this but now that there are two of them itâs even easier. You nod your head at their words when you grow confident enough to look up into their eyes.Â
The first thing you try doing is asking questions to both of them, but both of them answer all the questions correctly. You're getting frustrated with asking questions to the women. You feel as if you're a bad girlfriend for not being able to tell but the one is pretty much a carbon copy of your girlfriend. So you moved to a different tactic but youâre not so sure if it was the worst idea or the best idea you have ever had in your life. Both women are standing in front of you naked. You wanted to see if there were any differences such as marks or scars but both of them were the same. But now your mind is wondering.
You let out a noise of frustration and upset, almost sounding like a whine as you stand behind one of them. You havenât noticed the swirl of red in their eyes as they have followed you. You're taken by surprise when the Wanda in front of you whirls around and grabs your waist tightly. You let out a gasp looking up at her. âMommy.â You whimper. There is a proud smirk on her face. âGood girl.â She purrs, you can feel a gush of arousal at the praise. âBut that pretty little head of yours has been very loud and very naughty. We have been listening to you for a while now. Do you want to be our pretty little slut? For Mommy and her duplicate to use you.â Her eyes darken as your eyes grow with surprise and need. You let out a whimper as you nod.Â
Another body presses against you from behind. You can feel her hardened nipples in your back as her lips meet your neck sucking harsh red and purple marks on your skin. âYou're such a dirty girl. Wanting to be used by us.â The second one mumbles nipping at your skin. âFuck Wanda you should have made two of us a long time ago if it was going to turn her on this much.â She lets out a hum continuing to attack your neck leaving marks behind. Another whine escaping your lips as your head drops back onto her shoulder giving her more access.Â
But as quickly as they started they both pulled away from you. âWhyyyy?â You whine, your mind already feeling fuzzy and needy for both the women from their touches. âPatience detka. I want you to go and sit on the couch.â Your Wanda demands. You obediently and quickly head over to the couch sitting down. âHow about to keep things simple you can call me Mistress.â The other Wanda states. You nod. âYes Mistress.â They both smile at how obedient youâre being. âSuch a good girl we have. So pretty and obedient.â The second Wanda says. With a wave of her hand you feel the cold air on your skin. Your nipples are pebbling at the cool air now surrounding your body.Â
âMommy? Mistress?â You want them so badly to touch you already. âPatience. Do you want a punishment?â Your Wanda speaks. âNo Mommy.â You shake your head and look down. You donât hear anything for a second so you look back up and that is when you see it. The other Wanda gripping your Wandaâs hips kissing her harshly. The two are making out holding onto one another which is turning you on even more. Wanting nothing more than to be touched by them but you donât want a punishment so you swallow the whimper threatening to escape. Your body squirms as your thighs become coated in your arousal. You're rubbing your legs together in any hopes of relief. But that is ripped away from you quickly. Red tendrils wrap around your ankles forcing them apart. Biting your tongue not to make a noise. You catch both women's eyes glancing over at you as they continue their actions.Â
You're fighting everything inside of you that tells you to plead and beg for them to touch you. Your squirm in your seat as your arousal begins to soak the cushion under you. A small whimper that you werenât able to hold back escapes your lips. Both women pull away and their eyes land on you. You quickly look down not wanting to meet their gaze. âI-Iâm sorry.â You stutter out.Â
A finger hooks under your chin. You hadnât even noticed that they had crossed the room joining you both standing looking down upon you. Gently she pulls you to look up at her. The green in her eyes is barely visible as the blacks of her eyes overtake them with desire. âTell Mommy what you want detka.â Her voice low, sending another wave of arousal. You try so desperately to close your legs forgetting the binds keeping them apart. âWant Mommy and Mistress to touch me.â Your voice barely above a whisper as both women chuckle. âI am touching you Milayaâ You let out a whine before a rush of words. âPlease Mommy want you to fuck me. Want you and Mistress to fuck me till I canât walk. Use me however you please. Just please fuck me.âÂ
Your Wanda is leaning down, lips hovering just out of reach. âI love it when you beg.â Her lips crash into yours, as your hands move to her waist gripping onto her. She asserts her dominance quickly as you open your mouth to let her in. Her tongue is searching for yours. You can feel Wandaâs need in the hungry way that she is kissing you. Still gripping your chin, keeping you exactly how she wants you.Â
You're so caught up in the kiss you donât even notice the magic swirling around until you feel a weight on your thigh and one that has slapped against your arm. You pull back quickly panting as you look down slightly. There around your Wandaâs hips is a red large strap with ample girth. A gasp leaving your lips at the sheer size of it. You quickly look beside you and see the other Wanda sitting there. You hadnât noticed her even sitting at all. She is adorning an identical strap to your Wanda.Â
In your shocked state the other Wandaâs hand snakes between your thighs swiping through your wet folds. âFuck youâre so wet Kotenok.â She groans. âM-Mistress.â You whimper. Your Wanda sits down next to you and turns your face back to her and attacks your lips. The other Wanda plunges two of her fingers into your heat. Your moaning in your Wandaâs mouth as the other fucks her fingers into you. Your Wandaâs hands moving to your breast pinching and twisting your hardened peaks. Swallowing all the noises that escape your pretty little mouth.Â
It doesnât take long to have you on edge. Your walls clenching desperately around the other Wandaâs fingers, your hands gripping anywhere on your Wanda that you can, digging your nails in harshly to her skin. It all stops on a dime. Both women pull away from you causing you to let out another whine in frustration. Your wall quivering asking for their release.Â
âHands and knees Kotenok.â The other Wanda says. They both move to give you room as you scramble to get on your hands and knees. Your Wanda is positioned in front of you sitting up on her knees, the strap mer inches from your lips. The other Wanda is behind you and you can already feel her shuffling closer to you. She swipes the tip through your folds causing you both to moan. As your mouth opens to moan you Wanda shoving her cock into your throat causing her to let out a moan. You know now that both straps are enchanted and can feel everything. You canât help but let out a moan at that which causes your Wanda to moan again. Feeling the vibrations from your throat on her cock.
âMommy is going to use your throat while Mistress takes you from behind. You like that little whore?â You do your best to nod with her strap bobbing in and out of your mouth. âFuck! This pussy is always so good.â The second Wanda says sinking further into you the stretch is slightly painful but oh so delicious. âMaybe Mistress will use this other pretty little hole back here.â Her hands spread your cheeks admiring as you clench. You try to speak but all that can be heard is gurgles as Wanda slowly fucks your mouth. The women donât need to hear what you say and they donât even need to read your mind, all they have to do is read your body's reactions. âBy the way you're clenching Iâm betting you want me to use this tight hole.â A finger presses against your ass and all you can do is whimper and press back.
âIf I had known all it would take for me to be able to take that little ass of yours was to have two of me I would have done this a long time ago. Iâve been dying to sink my strap deep in your ass detka.â You look up at your Wanda tears in your eyes as she smiles down at you. But youâre caught off guard when she thrusts hard into your throat causing you to gag and for the tears to start spilling down your cheeks. Her hand cups your face as she wipes the tears. âSo pretty when you cry for me. Such a good girl taking my strap down your throat.â She punctuates each word with a thrust of her hips. This sends your body back onto the other Wandaâs cock. Her lubed finger slipped into your ass, you donât even remember her getting any lube but then you realize that she has magic just the same. Already feeling so full with just one finger you donât know how you will take any more.Â
The women start on a brutal pace of fucking your throat and pussy. As the other Wanda fucks into your pussy it pushes your further onto your Wandaâs strap causing you to gag. As she thrusts forward it sends you back further on the other strap while the other Wanda is still slowly fingering your ass. All that can be hard in the room is the sounds of moans, your gaging, and the wet sounds of your pussy.Â
The finger in your ass is removed before feeling a cold metal pressing against your tight ring. The coldness makes your jumps slightly but neither of them seem to care as the other Wanda starts to press a metal plug into your ass. You let out a whine as it presses in stretching further than you have ever gone. The women taking pity on you and slowing down to take their time. The other Wanda uses her other hand to gently caress your hips. âShhh it will feel so good when itâs all in.â She tells you as she slowly works it in. Your Wanda pulls back to give you a chance to breathe as it sinks in. You let out a groan when you feel it pop into place the slight fullness, a new and exciting feeling.Â
âYou like that detka?â Your Wanda asks you. You look up at her and see a gentle smile on her face still having concern for your pleasure. âY-Yes Mommy.â You give her a small smile back. Once they both know that you are ok they quickly flip the switch back. Your Wanda shoving you so far down on her cock making you gag as your nose pressed against her stomach. The other Wanda pressing on the plug as she jackhammers her hips into you. Your Wanda holds you there as you keep getting presses further into her. Their moans bouncing off the walls of the room. Tears are steadily streaming down your face as they fuck into you roughly.Â
Right now they are chasing their own pleasure you can feel their hips stuttering as they both fuck into you. The other Wanda has a harsh grip on your hips as she thrust hard and deep each time. Your Wanda has pulled you back slightly so she can fuck your throat enjoying as she watches the tears roll down your cheeks. Their moans turn you on, causing your thoughts to only be of giving them pleasure. Your walls are clenching tightly around the other Wanda signaling that you are all close to your impending orgasms. If it was even possible they seemed to have picked up their pace. The other Wanda hits your spongy wall perfectly with each thrust. You want to tell them you are close but they already know.Â
âFuck. Cum with us Kotenok.â The other Wanda moans. âGot a nice surprise for you detka.â You Wanda adds. Her hips jerked as you felt a warm sticky liquid sliding down your throat. You moan around her doing your best to swallow. The other Wandaâs load fills your pussy as your walls clamp hard around her as you cum with her. Your cum coating her cock as she continues to thrust, riding you both through your highs. Your Wanda is still lightly thrusting, filling your throat with her white sticky substance. As all of you come down your Wanda pulls out of your mouth and gently kisses your lips. The other Wanda staying buried inside of you. âSo good.â You mumble causing both women to smile. âYou didnât think we were done with you yet, did you detka?â Your Wanda says as the other pulls back and thrust hard into you again.Â
You have lost count of how many orgasms you have had now. They werenât kidding about making sure you canât walk. They have had you in all different positions as they fuck and fill you. Your body is weak and exhausted as you're now hovering over the other Wanda's cock. She is tugging on the plug as she removes it from your ass causing you to whimper. âOne more detka. Hmm be a good girl for Mommy and Mistress.â Your Wanda smiles in front of you. Your brain is too fuzzy to fight it so you nod. âOkay Mommy.â
The other Wanda is laying back on the couch as they both help guide you onto her strap. She presses it against your ass as you start to sink down. Your eyes widened, your brain hadnât put together that this is what they were going to do. âMommy.â You whimper. âShhh detka you can take. Be a good girl like we said.â She kisses you to distract you. Your body is being guided down on the strap as it slowly fills your ass up. Wanda swallows your sounds the further you sink down. She pulls away when you're fully seated on the other Wandaâs lap. âFuck so fucking tight.â The other Wanda moans grinding into your ass which causes you to moan.Â
Your Wanda moves and positions herself in front of you. The other Wanda leaning you back presenting your leaky abused cunt to your Wanda. She groans as the cum leaks from you but as much as she wants to taste you it will have to wait for another time. She positions her cock at your entrance slamming her cock into you in one swift motion. âAhhhh fuck Mommy.â You cry out. The other Wanda is kissing and whispering praises in your ear as you adjust to fullness. They both wait for you to adjust before they start. Your Wanda circling your clit lightly to help your body relax more.Â
Once they have given you time and they notice your hips grinding they start to slowly thrust into you. Your Wanda keeps her fingers on your clit as their paces pick up. They are now both pounding into you hard. With each thrust of their hips and filling you perfectly to the brim has you gasping for air. You're so full and the pleasure is becoming overwhelming as they stretch you to your max. They have both turned to praising you as they continue to fuck and fill you. Giving you gentle kisses all over your body helps to keep you grounded. âS-so full.â Youâre able to mumble out. The women picked up their paces if that was even possible.Â
You're all so sensitive already that it doesnât take long for your orgasms to build. You're already teetering on the edge as your Wanda starts to pinch your engorged bundle of nerves. All of your moans are bouncing off the walls. Your whole body is shaking with pleasure as more tears run down your face. All that can come out of your mouth is incoherent words along with moans. âFuck Iâm going to cum.â The other Wanda says under you. You nod along as they continue to use your body. âCum then.â Your Wanda moans above both of you.Â
White hot sticky liquid fills both your holes as both Wandaâs cum hard. Your walls are able to clench around both of them as you cum harder than you ever have before. Squirting all over your Wandaâs lower abdomen while some gushes down onto the other Wanda below you. You see stars as your eyes roll back into your head. Your body goes rigid before relaxing completely between the women. They slowly fuck you through all of your orgasms before coming to a hault.Â
You're so thankful that Wanda had bought the larger couch as they both rotate you on your side staying inside of you. You nuzzle into your Wandaâs neck exhaustion taking over your body. They want to give your body a chance to recover a little before pulling out completely so they both stay inside you not wanting to hurt you. They both are whispering praises into your ear gently kissing you and making sure you know that they love you and you did so good in such a vulnerable state that you are in.Â
âYou did so good for us, Milaya.â Your Wanda kisses your head. âSuch a good girlâ The other Wanda says, kissing your shoulder. Your eyes close as your body starts to get heavy between them. You want to ask questions like how long does the spell last and could it ever happen again? But your too exhausted and your throat is pretty raw from the throat fucking and all the moaning so you opt to ask later. Right now you will enjoy the comfort from the two women. They know they need to clean you up but they can see you need time to recover a bit before they can move you. So they give you some time to rest. Taking some time to admire all the marks that they left behind on your skin.
This isnât what you expected today to come to when you stepped into that room but you are so glad that you did. Both Wandaâs thinking the same thing as they hold you closer to them. This was the best spell gone wrong that has ever happened and both of them communicating that it will happen again.Â
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is it over now? | jack hughes
part two of the beginning
au masterlistâïž
note: i switched to first person pov for this story just to test it out. Inbox me if youâd want to go back to 3rd person.
warnings: pregnancy, birth
word count: 4.7k
the doctors waiting room is cold and uninviting. i stare up at all the pregnancy posters that litter the walls, and soon my gaze falls to all the mothers and all the fathers. they all sit, talking quietly amongst themselves. the women are gorgeously radiant, and if this were any other time iâd compare their beauty to mine.Â
instead, i linger on the way they interact with their husbands, boyfriends, whatever. small touches, whispers, and smiles all burn into my mind like a useless cd.Â
ây/n l/n?â a nurse in all blue interrupts my thoughts, she gestures for me to follow her and i do.Â
like the waiting room, the small room iâm brought into is cold. i wonder briefly what jacks doing right now. if he had gotten my message or if heâs still asleep. i try to imagine his reaction but i canât bring myself to conjure up an accurate depiction of him. everything is off - and i fear if i keep trying to imagine this man whoâs not my jack, that iâll somehow forget the real one.Â
âweâre just going to do some tests, all very basic things. i need to know your medical history, and iâll have to do a complete physical assessment,â a doctor walks into the room, clipboard in hand. she doesnât look at me as she speaks, but I absentmindedly nod to her words anyway.Â
âOkay so, is this your first pregnancy?â the doctor asks.Â
âYesâ i nod.
âAnd, do you have any medical history I should be aware of? Past procedures, family history, etcâ the doctor looks up from their notes and i pause.Â
âUh, i -â my cell phone buzzes in my purse and i quickly reach for it. Its a notification from sephora, something about how thereâs a last minute sale and that i should buy some overpriced body spray.Â
âI had my tonsils taken out when I was five, but other than that iâve had no other proceduresâ my words come out shaky, as if iâm confused. i turn my phone over again, willing for another notification to pop up. Itâs 11:40am, and jack is definitely awake by now.Â
the doctor calls a nurse in to prep for the examination. everythings a blur as i lean back. the nurse, short with reddish-blonde hair, has to ask me to lift up the bottom of my shirt twice.Â
âAnd if you look over here, this is where your baby is,â the doctor is confident in her speech as she shifts the little wand around my stomach.Â
the appointment was nightmarish.Â
the nurse sent me home with a little packet of information sheets, all different colours and all about different things. i donât want to look at them, so i shove them into the bottom of my purse when i get out of the office.Â
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vivienne always made sure to wake up an hour before jack. she liked to make herself a fancy coffee with her espresso machine, and she liked to plan out her events for the day. she had decided that theyâd go to the grocery store sometime before noon, hit the mall for an outfit to wear to dinner, and then of course dinner with viviennes friends at 7.Â
after her coffee, Vivienne tiptoed her way back into her bedroom. she was proud of the fact that Jack liked to stay here. she made sure her bedding was always fresh and clean when he was over, and she made sure to spray a little bit of her perfume on his pillows so heâd get used to falling asleep to the scent of her.Â
Vivienne grabbed a hold of Jack's phone on his nightstand, and slowly slid it off the side of the table and into the palm of her hand. she turned it over, bombarded with the amount of notifications that littered his phone screen. she slid up, quickly typing his passcode. she had to be mindful of her next moves. she didnât have long to do her routine digging.Â
âItâs not really fair for you to be with vivienne if you still have feelings for y/nâ
âwill you drop it? you were the one who told me to go for vivâ
âJack-â
âNo! Dawson, you were the one who begged me to move on. I am. What happened with me and y/n-"Jack cuts himself off. âwhat happened.. Itâs done now. leave me aloneâÂ
Vivienne recalled the conversation she overheard a few weeks ago and she couldnât shake it from her mind. So, she did what any girlfriend would do and searched the girls username on instagram.Â
She hadnât thought y/n would be any type of problem in hers and Jack's relationship. That was until Jack and Vivienne were laying in bed, with Jack wanting to show Vivienne a picture he had taken a while ago on a roadie. He was scrolling past his photo albums when she saw it. The âitâ being a photo album titled ââ€ïžâ filled with pictures of jack and y/n at art galleries and whatnot.Â
Ynuser: 1 dm request
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Vivienne clicked onto the dm, and when she saw the words pregnant and yours her blood ran cold. She angled her body away from Jack, and with his reassuring snores clouding her mind, she reread the dm again.Â
Jack, I don't even know how to tell you this. It doesnât feel right. But, I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. Iâve booked an appointment with my obgyn for tomorrow and theyâre going to confirm the test for me. You're the only person that I've been with since weâve gotten together so itâs for sure yours. If you need a paternity test or anything at all just let me know and we can sort it out. Please reach out and we can talk about this in person. Iâm sorry.
âFuckâ Vivienne cursed as she clicked Jacks phone off. She turned around and stared at the man in question while debating her options.Â
Letting Jack find the message on his own was the most obvious answer but⊠would he still want to be with her when he found out about the baby? If it even is his, Vivienne rolled her eyes at the thought.Â
The next logical option was to delete the message and block the girl. Jack would never have to know, and Vivienne would just have to be the perfect girlfriend for the next little while. Sheâd make him his favourite foods, dress extra hot, and do everything in her power to make sure he forgot about his ex.Â
Vivienne turned Jack's phone on again, and without a second thought, swiftly declined the message request before blocking the girl.Â
To make sure her tracks were completely cleared, she searched the girls name up in his contact list and blocked her there as well.Â
And, just as quickly as Vivienne had picked up her boyfriends phone, she had set it back down.Â
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After the appointment, I was stuck in meetings for the rest of the day with no opportunities to check my phone. During my appointed bathroom breaks, I was too anxious to check. My hands trembled as I hovered over the instagram app, too nervous to see if he had read the message.Â
I thought about the next message that I would send all day. Would I send the doctors confirmation? My next appointment date? The reason why I found out about the pregnancy so late?Â
When I got out from work, I decided to walk the 45 minutes home instead of taking the Subway. I hoped that the semi-fresh air would clear my mind.Â
By the time I unlocked the front door of my apartment, it was 6:45pm. Jack would have gotten out of practice, and he would probably be at home grilling himself a piece of chicken while his rice cooked.Â
I pull my boots off and wander into my bathroom. i shut the door behind me, giving myself some privacy from my own space. When I close my eyes, all the memories of Jack and I flicker through my mind like one of those plastic children's cameras.
I take a deep breath, before finally pulling my phone out of my pocket and turning it on. I click into instagram and my stomach drops.Â
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ïżœïżœïżœClaudia!â my voice was hoarse from crying as I pounded on my best friend's door with my fists. I had run all the way to Claudia's apartment, and luckily someone was walking into her apartment complex so I didn't have to buzz in.Â
Claudia's door swung open, and she immediately pulled me inside and into her arms. âWhat's wrong?â she practically cooed, not a stranger to my breakdowns.Â
âJ-jack he-â I couldn't stomach the rest.
âBabe, slow down⊠breathe..â Claudia stressed as she started doing breathing exercises for me to copy. I followed her movements, and when I was deemed calm enough she moved me over to sit on her couch.Â
I take a few minutes to recover before explaining what happened.Â
âIâm going to kill himâ Claudia sneered after I had explained the pregnancy, the message, and how my ex boyfriend-turned-baby daddy had blocked me.Â
âWhat am I going to do?â I was crying again. I was bordering on exhaustion as I leaned my head against the back of Claudia's couch and wailed. Â
My hand found its place at the top of my stomach, where the faintest baby bump had begun to form.Â
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user01 VIVIENNE HAS A BF??
user02 viv baby who is it
user04 vivnation lost
user05 jack and trevor liking ohhh wowâŠ
user06 is it jack?
user07 i thought jack has a gf?
user06 he was seen out with a girl a few times months ago but that was it lol
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the pregnancy was lonely. It was all long hours at work, quiet doctor appointments, and late nights binge sessions watching gossip girl with whatever craving plagued my mind.Â
I tried my hardest to stay away from social media, my heart cracking a little more every time jack came across my feed with his rumoured new girlfriend. of course, i knew it wasnât a rumour, which just made everything more miserable.Â
âDo you want to know the gender?â the ultrasound tech asked as she shielded the sonogram screen away from my view.Â
I nod, âyes, pleaseâ
Claudia squeezes my hand. âAre you sure? I can throw you a gender reveal party if you want? Or we can do something with just the two of us?âÂ
I didnât want to hurt Claudias feelings, but it wouldnât be the same without jack.Â
I must have took too long to answer though, because the ultrasound tech looked at me with pity filled eyes as she said, âiâll put the gender info in an envelope for you to take homeâ
All i could do was nod.Â
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âIm sorry, blair.. But you lost the babyâ
âwhereâs chuck?â
âB, he lost a lot of blood, and he never woke upâÂ
Gossip girl season 5 played in the background as I picked at my newest pregnancy craving, strawberry cupcakes from a bakery off seventh ave.Â
i sighed heavily as i continued watching the show. this has got to be the saddest episode⊠i thought as blair started praying for chucks survival. As the scene went on, tears pricked my own eyes as i thought about the past five months.Â
i was almost done with my 2nd trimester, and i was still refusing to acknowledge my pregnancy. I felt as if i were walking through water, i was restricted in all of my movements and my mind was cloudy like i had just spent all day in the michigan summer sun.Â
The episode finished, with blair telling chuck that she loved him but that she couldnât be with him and that she couldnt tell him why.Â
When the screen turned black and i was faced with my reflection, i started sobbing.Â
Heavy tears rolled down my cheeks and fell onto my duvet, which turned the cream coloured blanket into spots of grey.Â
Without thinking, I rolled out of bed and threw on a thick sweater that I found strewn against a chair backing. I wandered out into my entryway, shoving on a pair of my mini uggs as I searched high and low for that stupid little envelope that my tech gave me.Â
It was in my purse, hidden behind a hundred other little things. Once the envelope was grasped firmly in my hands, i ripped open my door and rushed down onto the street.Â
I didnât have a lot of time to think this through. If i placed the order now, everything would be okay and fine...
Truth be told, i was afraid that if i didnât order a gender reveal cupcake that i would be doing my baby a disservice. I promised to myself that i would be able to do this without jacks support, and yet here i was crumbling under the pressure of motherhood.Â
The bakery shop chimed with my arrival, and then i was in the small line up to make an order.Â
âHey, what can i get for you tod-â
âCan i get a gender reveal cupcake? Or one of those little cakes?â i ask, thrusting my envelope into the guy at the registers hands.Â
He looked taken aback before responding very politely, âiâm sorry, youâre going to have to make an order onlineâÂ
âOh,â my shoulders sag in disappointment. I hadn't thought far enough ahead.Â
the guy stared at the crumpled up envelope in his hand, and then back at me. âWhy donât you go sit down and iâll figure something out for you,â his voice was kind as he noticed my dishevelled state.Â
I nod, and then move to an empty seat in the corner of the bakery. Another employee was sweeping the floors, and i realize that the store must be due to close soon. I need to pull myself togetherâŠÂ
About ten minutes later, the guy from before walked over with a little white box in his hand. On top of the box sat my envelope which was now cleanly cut into.Â
âItâs not the prettiest thing in the world,â the guy chuckled as he placed the small box in front of me, âbut it should workâÂ
âThank you,â i stutter, pulling a crisp $10 bill out of my pocket and handing it over to the guy.Â
At first he shakes his head in an attempt to decline the money, but I insist he takes it anyway.Â
back at home, i get comfy at my kitchen table where i finally open up my box. It was a vanilla cupcake with white vanilla frosting.Â
I take a deep breath before taking a small bite, and when i swallow, i see the remaining pink icing that filled the inside of the cupcake.Â
âweâre having a little girl,â i whispered, tears sliding down my cheeks as i rub my bump soothingly.Â
â â
Jack Hughes was stuck. He felt bad for Vivienne and he felt bad for himself. It wasnât Viviennes fault that his attention was elsewhere because on paper, Vivienne Aiden was probably who most would consider his perfect match.Â
Vivienne was gorgeous, she had an online career going for her, and her apartment did smell amazing⊠but something just wasnât right.Â
When she fell asleep beside him, Jack would pull out his phone and scroll through his photo album full of pictures of his ex-girlfriend. He would wonder what she was doing, what new journalist piece she was working on, and most importantly, if she was happy. He couldnât bear searching her up online, for fear of seeing she had moved on (which, let's be honest, is very hypocritical of him), so Jack settled with his photo album.Â
When Jack finally closed his eyes for the night, he imagined the sleeping figure next to him was his y/n. Vanilla scent was swapped with coconut, a windy spring turned into an endless summer, and the lingering emptiness felt like coming home after a long roadie.Â
And in the morning, when y/ns lovely green eyes woke him up, he would blink to find Vivienne staring back at him, and whatever relief he had accustomed himself with in sleep came crashing down again.Â
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Vivienne wasnât an idiot. she could feel the small shifts in Jack's behaviour. He was slowly distancing himself from her and she wouldn't allow that to happen.Â
Therefore, she sent him a teasing photo, planned a romantic dinner at her apartment, and took care of business.Â
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âI canât believe you're having a little girl!â Claudia squealed as she met me at the front of a baby store. I was now 6 months along, and I hadnât done any of the necessary baby shopping yet.Â
We walked into the store, light pinks and blues and purples clouding my vision. âI can't believe it either! A little girlâŠâ I smile, picking up a little onesie.Â
Claudia gets a basket, and we start to make our way through the store. âHave you thought of any names yet?â she asks as she holds up what might've been the cutest baby dress iâve ever seen.Â
I placed the dress in the basket. âIâve been toying with a few names but it just feels strangeâ I pick up another little dress and put it in the basket as well. âIâm sure once I see the nursery all together itâll feel a little more real and iâll be able to pick something outâÂ
Claudia smiles at me sympathetically before taking the shopping basket out of my hand and guiding me towards the furniture section.
âI was thinking-â my phone buzzes causing me to pause. I pull out my phone, only to see a few instagram notifications.Â
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ây/n? What were you thinking?â Claudia asks, immediately noticing my pause. She walks over to me, one hand on my shoulder as she tries to gauge my facial expressions. âAre you okay?â
I don't want to speak, and so I thrust my phone into Claudia's hands.Â
She gasps when she reads the first message from a few weeks ago, and I can feel her tense beside me as she lets her hand drop from my shoulder.
âWhat the fuck!â she seethes as she stares at all the messages littering my phone.
âHow do they know the babyâs Jacks? How do they even know I'm pregnant? My accountâs private!â I utter as I close my eyes.Â
âWhoâs Vivienne?â Claudia asks as she switches out of my dms and onto the search page. I watch her type in Vivienne's name.
âSheâs Jackâs girlfriend,â I reply just as Claudia presses on her instagram account. The newest picture on her feed was of her and Jack at some cafe⊠I felt nauseous.Â
âWell, sheâs obviously the one sending the messagesâ my best friend states firmly. Great I thought. Could my life get any more fucked up?Â
That night at home, I easily verifiy that it was Vivienne behind the account. For all the scheming she liked to do, she wasnât very good at covering her tracks.Â
First, I used my laptop to try and log into her main instagram account. When I got the password wrong, I clicked the option for instagram to send a code for password resetting via email. The email, half unblurred, showed up on screen. Then, i moved onto the account whoâs been sending me nasty messages. Repeated the process, and wouldnât you know! Vivienne Aiden didnât doesnât know how to make a fake email for her fake account, that she uses to harass her boyfriend's ex! Nice.Â
With that little confirmation, I blocked both her and the account sheâs using to send me messages.Â
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My babyâs nursery is painted a soft pink. Her crib is a beige wood, and thereâs white flowy curtains with a blackout curtain set underneath. flower prints decorate the walls, and my babyâs name is highlighted on a beautiful homemade blanket which was gifted to me by one of my coworkers.Â
âAre you ready, baby?â my mom asks to which I nod. I watch her silently as her hands weave between different sets of baby clothes.
Sheâs helping me get the nursery finished for babygirls birth next month.Â
âIâm nervous, but iâm ready,â I smile, waddling over to the blush pink rocking chair that sits in the corner of the room.Â
â â
âiâm not ready! i need jack!â i cry, squeezing my eyes shut tight as pain overtook my body. i could hear the nurses faintly in the background of my own thoughts, shouting something about an excess of blood.Â
a group of nurses stand around me, all shouting different orders to one another. âmaâam youâre bleeding-âÂ
âi need, i just need-âÂ
a sweet looking nurse cut me off. âsweetie, youâre going to be alright. just breathe, iâll be right here with you this whole time!â she grabs ahold of my hand to which i squeeze tightly.Â
the room spins and my whole body feels cold. I could tell that the nurses started going about their business from all the pinching and poking that was going on, but i couldnât figure out where all the pain was coming from.
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âMommy?â I whispered. My mom whipped her head in my direction upon my words.Â
âOh sweetie,â she coos, tears lingering in her eyes as she sits on the edge of my hospital bed. she grabs ahold of my hand.Â
âIsâŠâ I start to ask about my daughter but a cry falls from my lips.Â
My mom grabs my hand tighter and brushes my hair out of my face. âSheâs in the NICU, but the nurses say sheâs doing wellâÂ
âCan I see her?â my voice is hoarse. My mom jumps up from the bed and fills an empty paper cup with water. She passes the cup to me, and I gratefully drink its contents.Â
âIâll go get a nurse, okay? Sheâll tell you everything you need to knowâ
I had been asleep for roughly ten hours after my daughters birth. The doctor told me that the pain I woke up to last night was from blood clots, which is the reason behind all the blood and the premature birth. Luckily though, I was pretty close to full term, and I got to the hospital at the perfect time therefore babygirl would only have to stay at the NICU for a few short weeks to monitor her development.Â
âwhatâs her name, sweetheart?â my mom whispered softly to me while her hand ghosted across hairline.
âLeighton Rowe LN,â I replied sleepily as I stared at my baby in my arms. Leightons sweet face suddenly made all the pain worth it.
my mom brushed my damp hair out of my face. âthatâs beautiful,â she cooed, and when she gestured towards the baby I tiredly nodded.
as my mom took my baby out of my arms to coddle, i let my eyes close and then i softly drifted off to sleep.
â â
It was a few months later when it happened. claudia was at my apartment, watching leighton while i ran around the city to get some much needed errands done. i stop at my favourite coffee shop, a place that i hadnât been to since jack and i broke up.Â
i order my usual, a mocha to go, and when i turn to leave jack had just opened the door. I stumble back, not prepared to see jack in the flesh. He looks familiar and yet completely different.Â
ây/n,â he greets me, his tone uncertain as he takes a step towards me. How dare he.
âIf your girlfriend sends me one more fucking text i swear iâll ruin her lifeâ i start, my words threatening as i let the weight of viviennes words fall onto my shoulders. for months shes been creating new accounts and messaging me, and despite hitting the "block all and future accounts" feature she still managed to harass me.
âI get that you donât want to have a baby, but sheâs here, and I'm capable of doing it without you. I have been doing it without you. So get your girlfriend to stop harassing me or iâll press charges,â i spit out, pushing past a shell-shocked jack and storming out onto the street.Â
â â
âI have a baby!â jack shouts angrily, kicking one of vivienne's wooden dinning room chairs. âYou hid my baby from me!âÂ
Vivienne stares, glassy eyed as she watches her boyfriend stomp around her apartment. âJack, i didnât mean for it to go this far i-â
âYou what? What was the plan here?â he shouts again, running a hand frustratingly through his hair. Jack stops, whipping around to face vivienne again. âShow me the messages.â
âWhat?â she cries.Â
ây/n said you were sending her messages. Show me themâ jack repeats, causing vivienne to jump up in alarm. If he saw even half of the things she sentâŠ
Jack storms up to vivienne who immediately pulls her phone out of her pocket. She switches onto one of her many burner accounts used to send y/n messages.Â
Jack sat on the couch, hunched over while he read through every single message. He felt sick.Â
he hates you
It must suck knowing that your child's dad doesn't want her
Jacks going to be the best daddy to our future baby⊠its too bad he didnât want that for you.Â
âJack we can fix this, i swear iâll do better and-â
Jack stood up abruptly, letting viviennes phone tumble to the ground with a loud thud. âWeâre- weâre past done. I don't even know what to say to you,â jack stutters, tears falling steadily down his cheeks.Â
âBaby, iâm so sorryâ vivienne cries. she tries to reach out to jack, be he swats her hands away.Â
Jack backs away, and without another word he leaves viviennes apartment with the slam of a door. he had to make this right to y/n and his... baby.
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part three
#journalist au!#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes blurb#jack hughes fic#jack hughes imagine#nhl fanfiction#nhl imagine#nhl blurb#nhl fic
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100 Smut Prompts
Send me some prompts and I'll write something using them.
18+ Duh
âIâm going to fuck your so hard youâre going to forget that guys nameâ
âSo good, and all just for me.â
"What would they think if they saw you right now?"
âShow me how much you missed me.â
âsuck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for meâ
âyouâre so sweet for me, such a sweetheartâ
âThatâs my baby girl/baby boy.â
"You're sexy when you're angry."
âI canât believe youâre this innocentâŠâ
âDid that make you feel good?â
âShow me how you do it when you touch yourself.â
"I'm trying so hard not to fuck you senseless right now."
"Are you not wearing any underwear?"
âLook how pretty you are, taking all of me.â
âGod, you love it like this, donât you?â
"Look at yourself, all fucked out. Pathetic."
âiâm going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are for meâ
âyou look amazing, really, but i think i prefer the dress on the floorâ
âImagine how good Iâd feel inside of you.â
"go on, baby. ride my thigh."
"you look so pretty when you're cumming for me."
"Did you just call me Daddy?"
"Could he/she/they do it like this?"
"Iâm going to jerk you off until I get every last drop out of you."
"I just want you to know Iâm dripping wet."
"I keep fantasizing about what Iâm going to do to you later."
"Would it be rude of me to start sucking your dick right now?"
"If you donât stop looking at me like that, weâre going to to have to go somewhere private."
"I want your cock in my mouth."
"I keep thinking about your body against mine."
"Look how well you take me."
"Good Girl/Boy."
"I'm all yours, baby"
"How badly do you want it?"
âIâm going to crawl into bed and pleasure myself. Do you have any interest in dirty talking with me while I do?â
"I need you inside of me."
"I would love to bend you over the counter."
"You like it when I spank you, don't you?"
"I love how your tongue feels on my clit."
"I've been waiting for this all day."
"God, you're so hot."
"Don't you DARE pull out!"
âI could come just by looking at you right nowâ
"I'm addicted to you. You're mine"
"God I hate the fact that I can't even look at your fingers without wishing they were inside of me."
âYouâre either gonna cum inside me, or not at all.â
"It feels so good when you stretch me out"
"You better not stop fucking me"
âPlease fuck me, Sir.â
"I've been horny all day, and I need you fix it"
"Your dick was made for this pussy."
"I need you right now, couch, kitchen floor, anywhere, just take me now."
âThis dick needs to be inside me.â
âI want to fuck you for the rest of my lifeâ
"How the FUCK do you make me cum so much?"
âI like it when you use meâ
"You fill me up so good, you're perfect"Â
"Shut up, you're gonna get us caught."
"Fuck me like you hate meâ
"Will you suck my tits?"
"Look in my eyes when you fuck me"
âIâm yours, completely and utterly yoursâ
"Oh god, you're so deep"
âI am going to do what I want with you and youâre going to lay there and take it, understood?â
âI love hearing you moan. Go ahead and get louder.â
"I can't get enough of your body."
"Gonna leave that ass of yours red."
"You feel so good."
"I love you so much, can you feel it?"
"Come here and ride me hard."
âYouâve really never touched yourself?â
âIâve wanted this for such a long timeâ
"You sound so pretty."
"I miss you in between my legs"
"I'm going to ruin your sheets."
"Once Iâm done with you, you wonât even be able to walk tomorrow"
Baby, I could do this all day."
âWhat did you say to me? Do you want to try that again?â
"You are such a pretty little thing on your knees for me. I'm so proud of you."
âYouâre so beautiful all spread out like this... just for meâ
âItâs not scary at all. Let me show you.â
"I wore this for you."
"I want your cum."
"You smell good enough to eat."
"I want to feel those sweet lips all over me."
"You can have me any way you want."
"You have no idea the absolute mess you've made of me."
"Shut up and bend over."
âIs this how you need to get fucked?â
âFuck, you just take it so wellâ
"Look at me while I cum in you!".
"Take it, it's yours."
âTake your panties off and sit on my face.â
"The whole time you've been here, I just wanted to rip your clothes off and fuck you on the floor."
"I can't believe you're in my bed, I'm so lucky."
"You are such a filthy slut."
"You're such a good girl. You're gonna make daddy cum."
"If you keep that up, I'm going to make you suck my cock again."
âIâm going to fuck that little attitude out of you."
"Let me take care of you."
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I'm just gonna keep requesting for wally, tell me if you get sick of itđ
Could you please do "I know I said to get laid, but I didn't mean them." for her?
you can do better || lia walti x reader ||
You had no idea how you and Lia managed to make such a clean break after the team brunch. Most of the girls had been arguing about another team activity later in the day. A few of them had wanted to go mini golfing, as suggested by your older sister. You'd deny it if Lia or anybody else tried to call you out on it, but you had suggested a movie knowing that a good amount of the girls would argue for that instead.
In all of the commotion, you managed to pull Lia out of the restaurant. Nobody had been paying attention to you, so you just grabbed Lia's hand and ran. The two of you went straight back to your apartment, very enthusiastic about potentially getting the afternoon to yourselves. All you had done was make a quick stop at Lia's for her to grab a bag, and then you were on your way.
Admittedly, you did tend to get ahead of yourself whenever Lia stayed over. She had always been more reserved than you, and it was completely because of her that the team didn't know about your relationship yet. Any time that you could be kissing Lia, you were. And that included pressing her against your door as you opened it, fully prepared to pin her against it once both of you were inside again.
"Finally! You left before me, what took you so long for Christ's sake," Leah said. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion from then on, but far too quickly for anybody to react appropriately.
"Leah!" You turned in shock at your girlfriend. It was Lia speaking up that seemed to kickstart something in your older sister's brain. You tightened your hold on Lia's waist as Leah approached the two of you. Immediately, a million things ran through your brain until your thoughts were pushed out of your head by Leah's hand connecting with the back of it.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?" You tried to drop Lia's waist, but Lia's grip on you stopped you from reacting. It was best to keep a calm head. You had been hiding your relationship for a while now, and there was no telling what Leah would claim was her issue with the relationship. You were Leah's baby sister, and Lia's age difference with you was twice that of her and your sister.
"I know I said to get laid, but I didn't mean (Y/n). Come on mate, you can do better than my sister," Leah said. At this, Lia dropped her hold on you. You were honestly too stunned and insulted to react, but your girlfriend was quick to stand up for you.
"Don't say that about her. You love your sister, Leah, you do. I know that this is a shock, and I'd be happy to answer any questions you have, but don't lie and say that I could do better than (Y/n). Don't forget who was also here every single night comforting me after Caitlin and I broke up. Both of us could date other people, but I think that we're perfect for each other."
Leah glanced away from the two of you. You recognized it as your sister feeling guilty, but you didn't know about what. Lia's words had to be a part of it, but Leah had been tasked with looking out for you since you were born. Not noticing you dating her best friend was definitely something that Leah had to feel a bit bad about.
"It okay Lee, just come here." You held your arms out for your older sister to come over and hug you. Lia left the two of you to have a little moment to yourselves, deciding to busy herself by unpacking her bag in your bedroom. "I didn't do too bad for myself, now did I?"
"You lucked out big time. Much better than the barista from last year," Leah said as she patted you on the back. "I'm proud of you. Just, ease Mum into it, Lia is older than me after all."
"Don't worry, I've changed the locks on the doors since I gave Mum a key."
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Suds n Sorrows
Nico Hischier x fem!reader
summary: reader comforting nico after losing the last game of the season
notes: yâall i kinda love this one đ€. me being a cancer, iâm patiently waiting for the day i can nurture and comfort nico. thatâs all. hope you enjoy !!
request: Nico coming home after that last game of the season and obviously he really needs some cheering up from his girl.
(also, i used google translate for any german present in this fic, so if its wrong, oopsies)
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You already felt terrible you were having to miss the last game of the season, but as you watch the clock hit zero on the screen of the tv in front of you, signifying another Devilâs loss, you really wished you could be there. You think about how defeated your boys look, not being able to secure one last win for the fans this season. You watch as they skate to the middle of the ice, thanking their fans with rounded shoulders and sad smiles on their faces.
You curse your professors, hating that their review schedules for finals fell right in the middle of the end of the hockey season. You were supposed to be there tonight, supporting your friends and boyfriend; but a last-minute email from a professor informing you of a mandatory review session, starting only an hour before puck drop, threw your plans out the window.
You pick up your phone to send Nico a quick text, telling him you love him and are proud of him no matter what. You know he wonât see it right away, with post-game interviews and the added responsibility of fan-appreciation activities, he wonât be home for another hour or two at the earliest. You turn the tv off, not wanting to see the dejected looks from the team any longer.
You go to the kitchen and start to busy yourself by making one of Nicoâs favorite treats, wanting to give him something to smile about when he gets home. You make plans in your head to either make something or order something to take to the rest of the team tomorrow during their locker cleanout. Once youâve finished the task at hand and cleaned the kitchen, you make your way back into the living room, figuring Nico will be home any minute.
You were scrolling through Instagram, lost in the comments on the Devilâs most recent post about the fans, when you heard the front door to your apartment open. You sat up, turning your body to face the entry way, watching Nico walk towards you. He dropped his bag as he reached the couch, wordlessly flopping down beside you, throwing his body half on top of yours. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the comforting scent of your perfume, squeezing your body against his own.
âIâm so proud of you,â is the first thing you said to him, taking the beanie off of his head so you can run your fingers through his hair.
âNothinâ to be proud of, Schatz. We lost. Didnât you see?â You feel him mumble against your skin.
âHey, now. No more pity party, alright? You still went out there and gave it everything you had. Iâll always be proud of you, win or lose,â you scold, hating when he doesnât give himself credit for all the work he puts in for this team.
âJust wish we couldâve won one last one. For the fans. For the guys. For Jack.â
âHow is he, by the way? You heard anything?â You ask about the middle Hughes, knowing how upset Nico was he wouldnât be finishing the season with the rest of the team.
âYeah, talked to him before the game. Sore, but good. Already trying to weasel his way back onto the ice, but Ellen has him under house arrest.â
You chuckle, causing Nicoâs body to shake with yours, knowing how stubborn Jack can be.
âI swear, if he doesnât just let himself rest and heal Iâll fly out to Michigan myself to babysit him,â you tell your boyfriend, earning a laugh in response.
The conversation falls silent soon after, the two of you just soaking in each otherâs company. You had adjusted your bodies so Nico was fully laying on you now, one hand continuing to play with his hair, the other lightly tracing shapes up and down his back. You worry heâs fallen asleep until you feel him lift his head, resting his chin on your chest so he can look up at your face.
âWanna talk about it?â You ask him, looking down at his soft, sad eyes.
âNot much to say. We lost. The game, the season, the cup. We just didnât perform this year. Got a lot to work on going forward,â he shrugs, not meeting your eyes.
âOkay, when I asked if you wanted to talk about it, I didnât mean give me locker room answers. I meant, do you want to talk about why youâre being so hard on yourself? Why youâre acting like you wonât ever play hockey again? I know how hard this is on you all, especially after the season you guys had last year, but not every year is a stellar year, Neeks. Sometimes you have to have a bad season before you know how to have a great one,â you pushed him off of you slightly, both of you sitting up so you can face each other.
âI know we canât be great every year, Y/N, but I at least expected us to do as well as we did last year. Coming off of such an explosive season, even though we didnât win the cup, I figured everyone would show up ready to go, ready to win some games. And then then everyone started getting injured, and the longer the season went on, something shifted. Itâs like they gave up before we even got started. Itâs like they didnât even want it anymore!â Nico cries out, letting himself get worked up.
You simply nod, encouraging him to keep going, knowing he needs to get it out of his system.
âI just-â he hesitates, calming himself from his outburst mere seconds ago. âI worry about whoâll be coming back next season. I like this team. I love these guys like theyâre my brothers, and I wanted better for so many of them. Nothing is ever guaranteed in the league, and I just want to keep playing with this team. Tonight couldâve been the last time I ever stepped onto that ice with a few of them.â He continues, emotion so raw on his face you almost want to cry for him.
There it was. The real reason heâs so upset. You knew this was more than just a loss, even if it was a hard one. He hardly ever comes home and just allows the two of you to sit in silence, always going over what they couldâve done better, and what they need to work on in the future. Heâs upset about losing his team. Nico always gets so attached to his players, wanting to give every person he plays with the best guidance and outcomes he can. You figure its why they made him captain.
âOh Neeks,â you start, reaching out to grab his hands. âThese guys love you, you know that, right? They want to do their best for you, always. You think they donât beat themselves up for letting you down?â you pause, wanting your words to truly reach him. âButâŠyou know this is always a possibility. Trades get made, contracts expire. Itâs just part of the world you signed up for. I can guarantee you, nearly every one of these guys would come back next year if it was up to them. They love this team just like you do,â you reiterate, having been told this by his teammates more times than you can count. âYou gave them everything you could this season. I can assure you, not a single player left that arena tonight thinking of what you couldâve done differently, instead focusing on what they couldâve done differently.â
Nico sat for a second, absorbing your words. He takes his hands from yours to place his head in them, trying to collect his thoughts.
âWenn es nur so einfach wĂ€re,â you hear the foreign words muffled by the sound of his hands.
âNeeks, you know Iâm learning, but I have no clue what you just said,â you chuckle slightly, not knowing if heâs even aware of the language switch.
âI said, if only it was that easy. I know youâre right, I do. But I just canât make my brain hear the words the way my ears do,â he sighs.
You look at the man in front of you with sad eyes. You wish you could carry some of this burden for him, but you canât. At the end of the day, you donât know what itâs like to be the captain of a hockey team. You donât know the full extent of the pressure not only his coaches place on him, but the team management, as well.
âMy sweet, sweet boy,â you coo sadly, reaching out to cup his face, his own sad, brown eyes looking into yours. âWhy donât we just relax for the rest of the night, yeah? I was thinking about a bath earlier, if you wanted to join me? Iâll add some of that bubble bath you like. The one that smells like oranges and raspberries?â You question, deciding youâd talked enough hockey tonight.
âYeah, that sounds nice,â he agrees, leaning into your touch, letting his eyes flutter shut.
You lean forward to give him a small peck on his forehead before standing and making your way to the bathroom.
You make sure the temperature of the water isnât too hot, but still wanting it to be warm enough to soothe the ache not only in Nicoâs muscles, but the ache in his chest, too. You decide to light a few candles, wanting to make the space as relaxing for him as possible. The bathroom door opens as youâre lighting the last candle, Nico having already discarded most of his clothing, standing before you only in his boxers.
He closes the door behind him, walking fully into the bathroom and leaning against the counter next to you. You set the candle away from anything that could potentially catch fire, and walk over to Nico. You wrap your arms around his torso, resting your cheek against his bare chest.
The two of you stand like that for a few moments, trying to transfer every ounce of love you have for the man through the contact. Eventually he pulls back, placing his hands on your shoulder before cocking an eyebrow, eyes raking down your body at your still fully clothed figure.
âShouldnât you have much less clothing on if weâre meant to be taking a bath together, Schatz?â he asks, the teasing in his voice a nice change from earlier.
âAre you trying to get me naked, cap?â you try to act shocked, but you canât help the amused smile that breaks out on your face.
âAlways, Mrs. cap,â he cheekily responds, using his teammatesâ nickname for you.
You step back with a giggle, undressing yourself as Nico removes what little clothing he had on. After you walk over to turn the bathroom light off, the two of you step into the steaming tub, settling into a comfortable position. Your back rests against Nicoâs chest, head resting on his shoulder, his clasped hands resting on your stomach. He begins tracing shapes on your stomach like you were on his back a few minutes ago, letting the warm water heat your skin and wash the stress of the day away.
âYou know, even though Iâm sad the seasonâs over, it does mean I get to spend more time with you now,â Nico breaks the silence, head tilted to rest against yours.
You hum in response, smiling at the thought of no more early morning alarms or late-night interruptions when he gets home from a roadie. You daydream about lazy mornings and breakfast in bed, something the two of you donât get to indulge in nearly enough. You open your eyes, the thought reminding you of the treat you made Nico before his arrival home, nearly forgetting about the baked good sitting in your kitchen.
âOh, I almost forgot, I baked you a little something before you got home!â you sat up a bit, water splashing around you.
âYou did? What ever for?â Nico asks, eyes widening a bit at your sudden burst of enthusiasm.
âJust because. Knew you had a hard day, wanted to make sure you had something sweet to brighten it up a bit,â you shrugged.
âNot necessary. Not with the promise of getting to come home to you already.â
Your cheeks flush red, never really getting used to the sweet words Nico always throws your way.
âWell, I guess you donât want any LuzernerâŠ.LuzernerâŠLebâŠâ You start, but canât remember how to pronounce the Swiss dessert. You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, aggravated with yourself and your lack of fluency in Swiss-German.
âLuzerner Lebkuchen?â Nico finished for you.
âYeahâŠthat.â You roll your eyes at his perfect pronunciation.
âYou really made it for me? From scratch?â
âMhmm. Used your momâs recipe. I hope it turned out. I didnât want to cut into it to try it before you got home. Wanted to surprise you.â
Nicoâs heart swelled at the confession, amazed that youâd go through all of that effort just for him. It wasnât an easy dish to perfect, by no means. It took his mom years to get her gingerbread cake perfectly moist and flavorful. Regardless of how it tastes, heâll savor it like itâs the last food on earth, simply because you made it for him.
âWell consider me surprised,â Nico murmurs, leaning in to kiss you.
You love moments like these. Lost in Nico, the two of you in your own little world. No hockey, no schoolwork, no responsibilities. Just two people hopelessly in love with each other, soaking in every ounce of affection the other has to offer.
Nico runs his hand down your back, causing your body to shiver at the contact. He pulls you closer, his other hand coming to tangle itself in your hair, tugging just enough to cause your mouth to open in a gasp, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fight one another, his winning the struggle for dominance in the end, a groan working its way out of his throat. When he starts to move his hand lower down your back, grabbing the flesh of your ass in the process, you pull back, lips swollen and out of breath.
âNope. Slow your roll, hot stuff. This was meant to be a relaxing bath, not a sex and suds party,â you push him back by the shoulders, earning a pout from the man across from you.
âBut, a sex and suds party sounds pretty relaxing to me. No better way to unwind after a hard day than watching your face as I make you cu-â
âNope! Not happening right now! Keep it up and it wonât be happening at all tonight,â You warn, turning back around to resume your earlier position, hands resting over his on your stomach to keep them from wandering.
Nico laughs, finding amusement in your commitment to the relaxing bath you promised him. He places a kiss to your temple, deciding to leave it alone for now, knowing heâll revisit the subject later.
The two of you sit in the warm tub until the water runs cold, talking about anything that crosses your minds. From your upcoming finals to summer destinations youâd love to visit, the security of your bubble filled world allowing no room for hockey talk or stressful situations to infiltrate the delicate space.
After you start shivering, having put up with the cold water for as long as you could, Nico reaches forward to drain the tub, deciding that its time the two of you get out and dry off. You step out of the tub, reaching for the towels you had placed on the closed lid of the toilet seat, grabbing one for yourself before handing one to Nico. The two of you dry off your bodies, no sound other than the draining tub in the room. You look over to Nico, towel wrapped around his waist, and admire the man you love. You love him for so much more than his physique, but youâd be lying if you said it wasnât the cherry on top of the already perfect soul before you.
Before he catches you staring and gets anymore ideas, you look away and wrap your own towel around your body, trying to shield yourself from the cool air on your damp skin.
âThank you, Schatz,â Nico breaks the silence, causing you to look up at him, noticing he had closed the distance between the two of you, reaching out to place a piece of hair behind your ear, hand falling to your cheek.
âFor what?â
âFor always being here when I need someone. For always knowing exactly what I need, even before I do. For being you,â he states, referencing the many times youâve been his sanity after days like today, always managing to take his mind off of his troubles and filling his head with thoughts of you, instead.
âAlways,â you turn your head, placing a kiss on his palm before placing your cheek back against his palm, flashing Nico one of your loving smiles.
âNow, what about digging into that cake I made you? Itâs not going to eat itself, you know?â you perk up, wanting to find out if you efforts paid off or not.
âOh, I have a different kind of dessert Iâd rather dig into, if you donât mind,â Nico smirks, watching your eyes widen as he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, laughing at your squeal as he heads towards the door of the bathroom, ready to savor his sweet treat.
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Smallest Drop
Summary: Tav overhears Astarion complaining about their situation and decides to do what she can to make it a little better for him and she ends up surprising him in the process.
Tav isn't referred to by name. There might be a part 2 if this is well-received.
Content Warnings: She/Her Tav
Word Count: 1.8k words
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It started when she overheard a passing comment from behind her, grumbled in response to something Laeâzel said.
From the earliest parts of the day, theyâd been making their way through difficult terrain; surrounded by thousands of bugs and mud up to their ankles. Sheâd tried not to complain about it though Astarion never shared her focus on quiet suffering and he had a fair point.
Though theyâd managed to set up a fairly comfortable camp outside the grove â not wanting to impose nor deal with the druids for too long â they hadnât really found any chance to properly bathe since their abduction.
The late afternoon glinted into her eyes as an idea presented itself.
She slipped away from the group almost excitedly to find the abandoned house where sheâd spied it not long ago. After making sure it contained no nasty surprises, sheâd left. It didnât really have a roof and the majority of it had been burned down by some form of magical fire but most importantly, it had a tub.
One night together shouldnât have made her so weak for the elf but despite all his sweetened words and falsities, he captivated her attention. She knew he meant little by it but sometimes those words made her days brighter regardless.
And she wanted to return the favour given how the muddy path came from her badly thought-out route.
The river running close by provided her with clean and cool water, not the easiest to move in large amounts but still able to fill the tub. It didnât leak (a minor miracle) and she managed to use a little more of her already-exhausted magic to get a few charms warming the water up.
She smiled at her work proudly and left the charms to do her work while she made her way back to the grove to get some soaps.
Her shoulders shook a little as she eyed her small surprise. Proud and excited, she now faced the greatest of tasks.
Encouraging Astarion to actually step away from camp.
âNo, thank you,â he said, dismissed her with the casual wave of a hand. âIâve had quite enough traipsing through the forest for one day. If you want to continue finding every possible swamp insect to attack you, youâre welcome to be my guest.â
She sighed. âBut I have something to show you. Itâs a surprise.â
He smiled, strained. âMy, arenât you a desperate little thing. Maybe Iâll join you a little later in the night but for now, Iâm afraid I donât have the energy or the interest.â
âNo, itâs notâŠâ she groaned. âItâs just a bath, alright? I overheard you complaining about being dirty earlier so I found one for you.â
âDid you now?â
âYes. Come along. Those runes arenât going to last forever and I know youâre going to fuss about the water temperature.â
Astarion chuckled and she immediately knew he didnât believe her. âI appreciate the creativity, darling. Really, I do, but youâll find direct offers are far more effective on me.â He leaned closer and she became suddenly aware of how many eyes watched them from around the camp. âBut if youâre really going to such lengths, Iâm not going to deny you forever.â
Flushed, she stepped away and ducked her head. âFine. Iâll use it myself but you better not complain once more about it.â
She ignored the slightly concerned expressions of her friends as she stormed back into the tree line by herself. Why she even thought heâd appreciate it⊠she shouldnât have even bothered offering it to him. She really needed to be more selfish if she wanted to not get turned down by the vampire spawn again.
It stung more than she expected it to, even if she wasnât offering anything more than an actual bath.
She brushed her fingers over the surface of the still-warm water when she got there and sighed. It still felt like a waste, even if she used it. Amazing how homesick sheâd grown for her house when stuck out in the wild with nothing more of comfort than a single bedroll.
Maybe she should have stolen one of those beds from the goblin den they cleared.
The floor creaked and her hand flew to her weapon, spun around only to find a very arrogant elf who appeared annoyingly surprised.
âMy, so it wasnât even a ploy alone,â he said. âYou genuinely managed to find a bath. I respect your dedication if nothing else. There are certainly easier ways of seeing me undressed.â
She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the water. âI was trying to do something nice for you but as youâre not interested, feel free to return back to camp.â
He stepped close enough to brush his fingers against her cheek. âWhoever said I wasnât interested?â
âYou did. In very direct words.â
âWell, things change. Iâve decided youâre quite right. Itâs been far too long since I got to wash and youâve been so sweet, setting it all up for me. I couldnât be rude and turn you down right now, could I?â
Cursing the elf beneath her breath for his indecisiveness, she moved to walk past him. âEnjoy.â
Once again, she surprised him and Astarion took a second to respond, calling to her as she reached the edge of the charred flooring.
âYouâre not joining me?â
She looked back at him. âAm I meant to be?â
âWhy, yes. I can hardly be expected to do things like washing my hair all by myself. What if I get lonely or attacked?â
She frowned at him but he kept smiling at her in the same insistent way he did when he wanted something. The corner of his lips pulled up as though he knew a joke and didnât want to share it. She couldnât help herself but relent under his burning gaze; heâd done the same thing when sheâd agreed to let him drink blood from her throat. Perhaps she should be concerned with where her willpower went when it came to this man.
âAlright,â she said. âIâll help with your hair if you really need.â
âHow fun.â
He insisted on being as distracting as possible when he got undressed. His constant glances at her met nothing in return but she couldnât help glancing at the scars as he lowered himself into the tub.
Their ridges made her uncomfortable. Not knowing what it said frightened her for Astarionâs safety rather than her own.
Nothing good ever came from runes carved into flesh.
âThereâs no need to act so shy, beautiful. Youâve seen me in far more compromising situations than this.â
She wouldnât call their night together compromising but she ignored the comment regardless. His soft sigh of relaxation as he settled into the water worked wonders for clearing up her irritation.
How he managed to be so magnetic astounded her. She found a spot to sit behind him and slowly, gingerly, began to help him with his hair. Despite being ridiculously soft considering how long they adventured in the wilderness, it needed some careful care and attention.
She took care to stay gentle when she found where tangles turned into knots and worked them free without pulling. He gave a small hum when she had to give a soft tug and she took it as an okay to use a little more force.
âWe donât have much to work with but I did manage to get some things from the grove,â she said. âIt wonât be up to your standards but I donât think anything really is.â
Cagey about his past, all she knew surrounded the small snippets he gave her when upset or ranting. She doubted heâd ever had much time to fuss over which hair products he used, too busy watching over his shoulder for a constant threat. He still did so now when he thought nobody could see. His meditation never held him deeply as sleep took her.
âRegardless of whether or not itâs professional, I wonât complain about your skills with this.â
âSkills at detangling your hair?â
âAt winning my favour.â
She frowned a little and focused on the white locks where they curled between her fingers. âIâm not only doing this because I want to impress you.â
âIâm sure you have other motivations,â he hummed, teasing. âBut you know youâre more than welcome to join me whenever youâre ready. You chose a good-sized tub for both of us.â
She ignored him again, instead focusing on working out a tight knot. Once done, she encouraged him to lean back a little so she could massage the soap gently into his hair, rubbing soft circles against his scalp until his eyes fluttered closed and the smallest hint of relaxation showed in his expression.
Good. He carried far too much tension and she stopped herself from continuing the slight massage down to where she could see the stress in his neck and shoulders. How uncomfortable it must be but she didnât want to encourage whatever strange idea he had about this situation.
Still, even if she hadnât planned anything, she couldnât deny her attraction.
She wanted to press her lips to the pale skin of his neck and trace the path of the water droplets as they pooled against his collar bone. She wanted to trail her hands over his sides and pull him close.
She coughed to stop her thoughts before they ran too far.
If the parasite in her skull didnât kill her soon, she may just die from the way this elf made her heart pulse unnaturally fast.
âEverything alright?â
He sounded⊠well, still as flirtatious as ever but more concerned than she thought he would. She snapped her attention back to him and almost lost herself in those stunning eyes.
If she wanted to, she could so easily fall prey to his sweetened words and he really wouldnât mind. He would encourage it even.
She finished washing the last of the soap from his hair and stood up somewhat uneasily. Pride still shone in her chest as he sat up properly, appearing far cuter than she anticipated with his hair falling flat against his skin.
She saw the invite on his lips before he even said it. Watched him flick whatever switch he had to draw her in and she hurried to leave.
âIâll see you back in camp, alright?â
His confused expression followed her as she stepped away from the building but he didnât call her back. She found her way back to camp with a slight heave to her chest and a desperate need for a distraction.
Though she really should have thought it through before she asked Lae-zel to spar with her. The bruise kept her up for the entire night â long enough to realise he didnât come past for a taste of her blood in the evening.
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Know Your Place 1
Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Walter Marshall, destroyer!Chris [for the purposes of this AU, I will give him the last name Jackson] (Professor AU)
Summary: after a life time of home schooling, you finally get to experience the real world in college. (petite reader)
Part of the Bad Professors AU
Note:Â Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all.Â
The noise all around has you reeling. Youâre not used to so many people. So many voices and smells and sights. The frantic action of it all reminds you of a mid-00s movie about a high school. The coeds are like animals milling about in groups with the odd single body rushing between with a mission stitched between their brows.Â
You sit with your thermos of tea and try to focus on your schedule. You have a campus map from the Student Support Centre next to it, trying to map out your route for each day. Momma said you should try to get ahead, figure out where youâre going. Sheâs always right.Â
You have two classes that day. As you find the buildings on the map, planting a finger on each, you find that they are on completely different ends of the campus. Of course. Well, momma didnât know that where they would be, did she? She said you have to balance your load; if youâre going to be an English major, make sure you take some math and science for your electives.Â
You circle the two buildings and put lets beside them denoting which day you need to be there, numbering them in the order the classes occur. A burst of laughter breaks your concentration and you look around, trying to find the source. You almost miss the calm isolation of your childhood living room.Â
No, youâre grown now and you begged Momma to let you go to college. Not online, but in person. You even worked all summer at the deli so you could live in a dorm. She was proud but worried. Sheâs never been good at letting go. Sheâs already called three times today and itâs not even noon.Â
As the crowd blurs around you, a sudden gust blows over the table as someone sits across from you. You stare back at them with a gasp. They mustâve mistaken you for someone else. You blink as the man tugs on the front of his letterman jacket and smiles. He doesnât seem mistaken.Â
âHey,â he leans forward on an elbow, âyou waitinâ for someone? Got some cute girlfriends on their way?âÂ
Heâs so forward, he has your brows as high as they can go and your cheeks are on fire. Itâs not much of an introduction.Â
âExcuse me?â You eke out.Â
âAh, Iâm sorry, hon, Iâm getting ahead of myself,â he smirks as he crosses both his arms on the table. âIâm Colin. You looked lonely.âÂ
âOh, uh, Iâm just... figuring out my schedule,â you utter dumbly. Yor brain isnât clicking. Why is he talking to you?Â
Your ears tweak and you notice a group in similar jackets, sitting just across the dining area, gabbing loudly, snickering. You wonder why he isnât over there with them. You wiggle your pen anxiously.Â
âAh, youâre not gonna give me a name for that pretty face?â He says.Â
âHuh?â Your brows drop, âwhat?âÂ
Your mommaâs voice echoes in your head. âBe careful of those college boys. They only want one thing.â You didnât believe her. They donât want that from you. You were sure once you saw the other girls in their tight leggings and short tops.Â
âYour name, baby? Gotta be something sweet, huh?âÂ
Your face ripples as you wade through surprise, confusion, then something else. Youâre almost giddy. This man, with his mussed blond hair and bright blue eyes, and his chiseled features, is asking you your name. Itâs flattering.Â
âMauve,â you canât help but smile as you answer.Â
âOh, yeah? Thatâs pretty, well, Mauve,â he takes out his phone, âme and my buddies are having a party tonight and weâre supposed to find a hottie to bring with us. Iâm having no luck but if I show up alone, well... I might not get to stay in the frat. You get it?âÂ
You stare at him. You're confused. You donât really understand frats and whatnot. They just seem like clubs people join so they can drink.Â
âYou wanna do me a favour? Come with me?â He asks.Â
Heâs bold. Bolder than any one youâve ever met. You sputter but canât come up with any words.Â
âPlease,â he pouts, âpromise, I wonât try anything, I just gotta get these guys off my back.âÂ
He looks over his shoulder at the table of rowdy guys. You squirm in your seat, uncertain. Youâve never been to a party. Wow.Â
âHere, Iâll get your number,â he taps on his phone screen, âIâll send you the details--âÂ
âLeave her alone,â a grizzly voice undercuts the frat across from you.Â
A thick man stands behind him. He has a cardboard cup in his hand as he glares down at the coed. His burly figure is swathed in a dark green sweater and grey slacks. Heâs older and his dark curls are threaded with subtle twinkles of silver.Â
âHuh? Who the hell are you?âÂ
âWhy donât you show her those pictures you were snapping of her? The ones you and your pals were laughing about?â The other man growls. Â
You frown. What? You donât understand whatâs going on. You look from one to the other. The younger man sat across from your sighs and rolls his eyes.Â
âFuck it. Whatever. Lots of pigs to go around,â he shakes his head and stands, facing the other man. âYou know, bro, just cause youâre too old to get with any ass around here, doesnât mean you gotta ruin it for others.âÂ
âGet out of here,â the thicker man snarls. The other winces just slightly before puffing up his chest and stomping away.Â
You remain as you are, aghast and lost. The man with the dark curls looks at you. You shrug at him.Â
âIâm sorry, sir, did I do something wrong?â You ask.Â
The harsh angles of his scowl ease and he lets out a long breath, âuh, no, not you. That boy, you know, any one that wears one of those jackets, theyâre no good. Just some advice.âÂ
âOh, right,â you look over at that guy, Colin, âsorry, I didnât know. He just started talking to me. I was being polite.âÂ
âSeem like a nice girl. Just tryna look out for you.âÂ
âYeah, thanks,â you chew your lip and sniff. âAre you... are you teacher?âÂ
âIâm a professor,â he confirms as he holds his cup close to his chest. He's one of the biggest men youâve ever seen. And his eyes are as blue as the ocean. âProfessor Marshall but unless youâre a psych student, you can call me Walter.âÂ
âWalter? My neighbour is Walter. At home. Heâs eighty-one and he collects baseball cards,â you let yourself smile. You always felt more comfortable around older people. You never had many friends your own age.Â
âDonât mind some baseball myself,â he dips his chin. âWell, you look out for yourself and avoid the Greeks.âÂ
âGreeks?â You make a face.Â
âFraternities,â he says. âAnd sororities, if you can help it.âÂ
âOh, okay. Thank you, sir,â you feel a little better. You think heâs right and he is a professor. He would know. âIâll do that.âÂ
âSir? Itâs Walter,â he corrects you.Â
âOh, sorry, Walter,â you smile. âIâm Mauve.âÂ
He nods and shifts his cup, âMauve,â he repeats, âwell, nice to meet you.âÂ
âYou too, sir, er, Walter. Thank you,â you say.Â
He hesitates then steps back on his heel, âyeah, no problem.âÂ
He slowly retreats and you watch him, your heart playing like a drum. You did it. You spoke to strangers and you didnât melt. Things are getting easier. If you could get through that, youâre sure youâll make lots of friends in your classes.Â
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EXCITEMENT
PAIRING ji changmin x f!reader
WORD COUNT 6.22k
GENRES smut ïčangst ïčfluff
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, best friends to lovers, numerous mentions of the female orgasm, ji changmin is a bit of a manwhore, mentions of alcohol, insane tension my b, intense making out x2, oral (m! and f! receiving), multiple orgasms, couch sex but missionary, unprotected sex (wrap before u fucking tap -_-), creampie, changmin is lowkey very whipped and very pussy drunk in this, also forewarning for every fic in this collabâ there is lots of foreshadowing and references to the other fics since they all fall within the same timeline/universe!
SUMMARY you know, when you told your girl friends that youâd never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. what you werenât expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.
MORE i hope u jichang lovers are strapped in and ready for this⊠kinda went crazy with it đđ um anyway?? first fic of the black out or back out collab?? crazy!! this fic actually ruined me. it used up all my brain power so if every other one sucks u canât blame me!! itâs the law!! also, iâd like to take a moment to wish my boyz a very happy 6th anniversary <3 so so proud of all theyâve accomplished these past 6 years and i canât wait to see what they do in the next 6. in this deobi shit 4L frfr đđ
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âNo fucking way.â
You blink at Soyeon. It wasnât that hard to believe. In fact, it was pretty easy to believe. You set down the bowl of popcorn on your lap and nod slowly.
âUh, yeah. Yes fucking way,â a nervous laugh escapes your lips. âIâve had to fake it with every guy Iâve ever been with. I donât know what it is. Maybe somethingâs wrong with me.â
Men were⊠incompetent at certain things. And apparently your pleasure was one of those. Every dude youâve ever slept with failed to make you finish. It was at the point that you felt that you were the problem. It would be understandable if it had been a couple guys, but every single one? Your luck had to be complete ass.
The only reason the topic had been brought up was because Soyeon had mentioned something about her last fling during your movie night. She was talking about how that had been the best sex she's ever had and it spurred you into making your confession. The last guy youâd been with had probably been the worst.
âNever?â Jiwonâs jaw drops, elbows resting on her knees. âHow are you still alive, girl? How do you get your fix?â
âMy hand, my vibrator, my pillow sometimes,â you shrug, picking at a loose thread on your blanket. âIâve learned to make do with my situation, I guess. If I canât get it elsewhere, Iâll just do it myself, yâknow?â
Your girl friends look at you with pouts on their lips, as if they were the ones experiencing your misfortunes. You hadnât even expected it to be such a big deal. Youâd thought this was a normal, common occurrence. Boys usually sucked at things when it came to girls. But they all took this as a personal hit, like you were a fallen soldier in battle.
Perhaps the female orgasm was far more important than you assumed it to be.
âConsidering who your best friend is, youâd think you were getting good dick left and right,â Dahyun snorts into her glass of wine. âThis is actually kinda insane.â
You guess she had a point, despite you both leading very different lives. Changmin, your best friend, was known as one of the many heartthrobs on campus. He was in a fraternity, played on the schoolâs baseball team, and he even played with other things. Namely the hearts of practically every other girl at your university.
Youâd think it would bother you to be so close to a man who couldnât give less of a fuck about those of the same sex as you. But for some reason, you couldnât find it in you to care. Itâs not like he was bragging about the bitches he bagged on a regular basis. Though you were his best friend, he understood boundaries. He knew what was appropriate to talk about with you and respected that.
Your friends laugh at her observation, but drop the conversation after that, resuming the movie you were watching. However, itâs not that easy for you.
You canât stop wondering if something really *is wrong with you. Why was it that everyone and their mom was capable of finishing and you werenât? It was more unlikely that every single man youâve been with sexually was that mediocre. Were you really that unlucky?
It bothers you so much that you find yourself still thinking about it well into the following week.
With the start of the new semester, came the adjustment of new classes. Even though you were a Communications major, you made the grave mistake of taking Lifespan Growth and Development with Changmin for the extra credit. He was an Early Childhood Education major, so it was a requirement for him, but not for you. (Honestly, he only forced you to take it with him so you had at least one lecture together. He was afraid your friendship might start to fade if you didnât see each other often.)
Imagine how horrified you felt when your professor began to talk about babies and their circadian rhythm, but the only thing in your head was the fact that youâd never orgasmed because of a man. You felt like you were going crazy at this point. Really, the thought shouldâve been long forgotten by now. But you couldnât help yourself from dwelling on it, especially after your friends made jokes at your expense.
As youâre walking out of the lecture hall side by side with Changmin, you keep your focus on the ground, your hearing going in and out. His voice is staticy, your brain only registering words here and there. Youâre a little pissed off that this has become such an issue.
He notices your lack of response and stops walking, eyebrows furrowed. You pause in your tracks along with him. âAre you good? Youâve been spacing out all morning.â
âYeah, Iâm fine,â you shake your head as if that would rid of these stupid thoughts. âIâm just a little tired, I guess. I havenât been getting much sleep.â
âWell, you better fix that. Weâre expecting this weekendâs party to be one of the bigger ones this semester. Juyeonâs passing those fliers around like itâs his job,â Changmin purses his lips with a snort, ruffling your hair. âI need my beer pong partner to be in tip-top shape.â
You scratch the back of your neck. Half of you was kind of hesitant to go to this weekendâs TBZ party considering that was where you met the dude who started this whole downward spiral. He made an offhand comment about seeing you again, but you were actually hoping that would never happen. And with your fortune, the probability of running into him was pretty high.
âYou seeâŠâ You begin, but Changmin interrupts you with a distressed groan before you can continue.
âDonât tell me youâre thinking of flaking,â his arms fall to his sides as his head tips back dramatically. âY/N, I really need you there. How else am I gonna smoke everyone? I needâ I mean we need to keep our title.â
Sometimes you wish Ji Changmin took anything else as seriously as he takes beer pong. You suppose it came with being a fraternity brother or something. They all drank alcohol like it was fucking water. Youâre still sort of surprised none of them (Sunwoo) has gotten alcohol poisoning yet.
âIâm just⊠trying to avoid someone. And theyâll probably be there.â You sigh, fiddling with your fingers. Your best friend gives you an unreadable look that flashes across his face only for a moment.
âTell me who it is. Iâll make sure theyâre not allowed in. Iâd much rather have you there than some rando whoâs bugging you.â He says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants.
âThatâs really unneââ
âYo, Changmin! Arenât you going with us to Cobieâs?â
You both turn towards the sudden intrusion, the voice belonging to Eric Sohn. Heâs around 50 feet away from where youâre standing, joined by Kim Sunwoo and Ju Haknyeon. Changmin yells out his answer and spins back to you, an apologetic smile on his face. Somehow, youâre a little grateful for the interruption.
âWeâll finish this later, okay?â He nods at you, heading backwards in their direction. âYouâre going, Y/N.â
You really shouldâve listened to your instincts when they told you to skip out on the party.
Youâre well aware that every attendee was crucial for the TBZ boys and their stupid rivalry with the KAT girls. So maybe you understood why Changmin needed you there so badly, aside from the obvious beer pong thing. However, you were starting to regret showing up.
First of all, Ji Changmin was nowhere to be found. Second of all, Jeon Soyeon was hounding you all night about the secret you so idiotically shared with your gal pals.
She was dead set on finding you a solution. (Basically, she was scanning the crowd of partygoers for a suitable man to satisfy your overdue needs. And she was proving devastatingly unsuccessful.)
You were too anxious to drink, also. Your feet were bouncing from where you sat on the couch, and your fingers couldnât stop fidgeting. The antsiness was getting annoying at this point and you were hoping your knight in shining armor (Ji Changmin) revealed himself soon. Lest he wanted to lose out on his beloved beer pong partner.
It appears that your years of honing in on your manifestation powers have finally come to fruition when you spot Younghoon and Juyeon hauling the beer pong table into the living room. Where one of those tables are stationed, you know youâre guaranteed to find your best friend. The shorter of the two gentle giants cups his hands around his mouth and announces the first round of tonightâs tournament.
You stand from your seat, grabbing the opportunity to break free of Soyeonâs efforts to pimp you out. Youâre ready to confirm you and Changminâs spot in the tournament, when you see that youâve already been beaten to it. It takes absolutely everything in you not to let your jaw drop and your eyes to tear up.
Some girl who happens to be in your Lifespan Growth and Dev class (you think her name is Iseul) is draped over Changminâs arm, signing them up for the first round. He doesnât look like he wants to, but makes no effort to refuse her.
You donât know why it irks you. It shouldnât irk you.
Youâve never cared about who he spends his free time with in the past. Itâs been so easy for you to let his behavior slide, brushing it under the rug like it was no biggie. But this time, you care a whole lot. You chalk it up to the fact that he was seemingly replacing you as his beer pong partner, even though that was the entire reason why he wanted you to come to the party.
Yeah. Thatâs why.
Your tongue darts out to wet your lips just as Hyunjae passes by, no doubtedly heading to the beer pong table. You catch the sleeve of his polo and force him to halt in his steps. Youâre not even sure why the hell heâs wearing a polo in the first place, his outfit embodying the stereotypical frat boy perfectly. This looked nothing like his usual wardrobe.
âOh, hey Y/N, whatâs up?â He smiles that award-winning Hyunjae smile, the one that manages to charm every girl in the room every single time he pulls it out. He brings the brim of his red solo cup up to his lips and finishes whateverâs left in it with one swig. Maybe this was a bad idea.
âDo you wanna be my beer pong partner?â Okay, well now youâve said it so thereâs no going back.
His eyebrow shoots up in a mixture of shock and pleasant surprise. âMe? Youâre not gonna ask Changmin?â
âHeâsâŠâ Your eyes flitter over to where he stands with Iseul(?), Hyunjaeâs following. No. Youâre okay. This isnât getting to your head at all. Everythingâs cool and peachy. âHeâs too preoccupied.â
Hyunjae chooses not to say anything, instead nudging you over to the opposite end of the table. Changminâs eyes widen when he sees the two of you, even having the audacity to look scandalized. God, maybe that was his biggest fault. He was so entitled.
So, it was just fine for him to bail on you in favor of some girl he didnât even know, but the second you talk to one of his frat brothers, itâs off the table? What a fucking hypocrite. The whole ordeal was actually beginning to get on your nerves now. All you wanted to do was win this stupid beer pong game to show him that heâll never find a partner as good as you.
Woah. Holy shit, Y/N. You need to dial it back a bit with the possessiveness. That was a lot, especially for you.
Juyeon narrows his eyes at you and then glances over to Changmin, the cogs turning in his head slowly. Youâre not sure if thatâs because heâs so used to seeing you both on the same side of the beer pong table, or because his vision was so shitty. Either way, it has you cowering behind Hyunjae a little as he dips the ping pong ball into the cup of water in the center.
âOkay, you know the rules. Letâs have a healthy, friendly game,â Younghoon says, tapping the table with a smile. âNo playing dirty. Iâm looking at you, Hyunjae.â
The brunette raises his hands in surrender, doing a quick bout of rock, paper, scissors with Changmin to determine which team went first. He wins with a quirk of his lips, sauntering back over to you. After rolling his neck around and popping his fingers, he tosses the ball right into Changmin and Iseulâs center cup.
You hate to admit it, but Hyunjaeâs actually pretty good at this. Youâve never really paid attention to anyone elseâs beer pong skills considering youâve only ever played with Changmin as your partner. Who knows, maybe youâll switch over permanently after this. At least, you might if he keeps up whatever it is that heâs doing.
Your best friendâs jaw tightens as he grabs the red solo cup, chugging whatâs inside. He huffs and takes his turn, nearly missing with the way the ball circles around the rim. He sighs in relief at the same time you grimace. You still hadnât had anything to drink all night and starting with fucking beer was probably the worst idea.
The game probably wouldâve been a bit more competitive had Iseul been decent at beer pong, but she sucked. So Hyunjae and yourself always kept your lead by one cup or more. Karma is a dish best served cold, or however the saying goes. And karma certainly presented itself in the form of Ji Changminâs first ever TBZ beer pong tournament loss.
Hyunjae high fives you with a cheesy grin, lacing your fingers together and shaking them around. He presses a kiss to your temple and guides you away from the table as Juyeon and Younghoon clear it for the second round. It wasnât odd for any of the TBZ boys to show you affection since you were like a sister to most of them, but this felt⊠kind of weird. You canât pinpoint exactly why, but it made you feel off.
âYouâre my secret weapon,â he laughs, hands burying into the pockets of his khaki shorts. âIâm gonna steal you as my partner permanently.â
As much as you joked around in your head, the truth of the matter was that you could never actually replace Changmin. In spite of him acting like a complete dumbass tonight, he was still your best friend. Not even the biggest of fights would change that fact.
Before you can dismiss him, Changmin is stalking over to you with a slight scowl. His nostrils flare a bit as he asks, âCan we talk?â
You barely nod and then heâs fisting the material of your top at the small of your back, urging you away from the living room. Your feet keep tripping over themselves while you attempt to match his pace but heâs too determined to reach his destination in mind to even notice. No one even bats an eye as you get ushered to your demise.
Youâre coaxed into a nearby bathroom without a word, your best friend standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. Because you hadnât seen him a majority of the night, you hadnât gotten the chance to get a good look at him. He was wearing a long sleeve striped polo and some baggy jeans, which probably would look basic on anyone else. But this is Ji Changmin. Girls flocked after him for a reason.
âWhy would you play with Hyunjae? You know the type of guy he is. Now he thinks he has a shot with you or something.â As soon as he opens his mouth, you remember the type of guy he is.
âWhat does it matter to you? You were too busy giggling with your flavor of the week. Of course I wasnât gonna wait around for you.â You bite back, mirroring his stance.
âFlavor of theâ?â His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and then everything settles in. âOh.â
âYeah,â you laugh humorlessly. âDonât act all hypocritical with me, Changmin. I canât believe I even came to this fucking party for you when you didnât even bother giving me the same energy. Best friend, my ass.â
A scoff brushes past your lips and you turn to exit the bathroom, but he grabs your wrist. His grip isnât too harsh, but itâs tight enough to stop you from going anywhere. âWait. Donât leave.â
âGive me one good reason why I shouldnât.â Your eyes flick back and forth between his and the fingers wrapped around your forearm. And you know, you really shouldâve predicted what would happen after that. The nature of your words were provocative in their own right, not to mention the tension brewing in the midst of your argument.
From one second to the next, Changminâs mouth is on your own, your back pressed to the bathroom door. His hands are everywhere and nowhere all at once; digging into your sides, running through your hair, caressing your face. You feel insane. Your head feels empty, no coherent thoughts running through it as his lips move against yours.
They migrate along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking wherever they feel fit. Everything is moving way too fast for you to comprehend whatâs happening. His lips feel so good on your skin, youâre having trouble finding the strength in you to stop him. But you know you have to. This was your best friend, for godâs sake. And besides, you didnât want to deal with the disappointment youâve faced time and time again when it came to men. You couldnât handle feeling that way toward him.
Your palm presses against his chest and you try your hardest to ignore the sensation of his heart thumping beneath it. Your eyes squeeze shut as you push him off of you gently. Not expecting the sudden disruption, he stumbles backwards slightly. Heâs a little dazed, like he, too, has not a single thought in that brain of his.
âI canâtâ we canâtââ Youâre breathless, heaving up and down as if youâd just ran a damn marathon. âI have to go.â
You donât give Changmin any freedom to react, escaping the bathroom exasperated. Thereâs too much going through your mind to search for Soyeon, leaving the party as quickly as you can. The moment your foot steps out of the front door, itâs like youâre given some clarity. The fresh air feels cool on your warm skin while you take the walk back to your apartment, not in the mood to sit in a stuffy car with anyone else. You needed to think clearly and vulnerably, and someone being there would just hinder that.
But first, you had to figure out where to go from here.
Itâs been a couple days since the last TBZ party and you were still avoiding Ji Changmin like he was the plague.
You were definitely wishful thinking when you decided to just ignore things until you had class together. And even then, you were planning on pretending like nothing even happened. Fucking up your friendship with him was something you couldnât stand emotionally. Or physically. It would be akin to the pain of having your heart ripped straight from your chest.
Meeting Changmin when you did was almost like a blessing in disguise. His attitude about life was exactly what you needed coming into university. You were shy and scared of your new surroundings. You had no friends, you were far from your family, and your imposter syndrome was through the roof. But then he swooped in and made everything better somehow. As much as it was a snooze fest, youâll eternally be a little bit grateful for sharing that First Year Seminar class with him.
Deep down, a piece of you has always belonged to Changmin. From that first day of freshman year to now, youâve always held him to a different standard than everyone else. You liked to believe it was because he was your best friend, the one person who sought you out even when it felt like no one ever would. And until very recently, you kept trying to convince yourself that was the case.
If you slept together that might be worse. What if he ended up like every other guy youâve landed in bed with? What if he couldnât satisfy you? It would make it even more strained. You didnât want to end up like every other girl whoâs vied for his heart and failed miserably. He wasnât a relationship person.
Falling for him alone would complicate everything. If he didnât feel the same, it would be weird between you and your friendship would never go back to normal. Yet as you lay here, body bundled in your comforter and drowning in one of the many sweatshirts heâs left over at your apartment, scrolling through his feed, you realize that thereâs no return from this point. Now that youâve contemplated the idea, youâre too far in.
You know, the universe had funny ways of rewarding you. (Or rather, punishing you.)
Thereâs a knock at your front door. Youâre not entirely sure who it could be since you werenât expecting anyone, but one glance through the peephole and itâs all over for you. You consider stepping away, running and cowering in your bedroom until he disappears so you can go back to dissimulating that your entire life wasnât crumbling to your feet.
âY/N, I know youâre in there. Open up, please, we need to talk.â
You curse under your breath but unlock the door anyway, maneuvering so he can come inside with ease. Changmin stares at you with an unreadable expression for a minute, vision raking over your figure. Maybe youâre imagining it, but itâs something similar to how men have looked at you before, like they were undressing you with their eyes. Thatâs when you remember that you were wearing his sweatshirt.
Without pants underneathâŠ
The wind knocks out of him in an instant, something primal coming over him when his gaze lands on you in his clothing. He knows he shouldnât think about you the way he does. He shouldnât think of how pretty you are when your pen is caught in your teeth, attempting to make sense of whatever your professor was talking about. He shouldnât think of the way your cheeks flush when youâve had too much alcohol at one of the TBZ parties. He shouldnât think of kissing you, or pressing up against you like a dog in heat. He shouldnât be thinking of the kiss you shared Friday night.
Youâre his best friend, the one person in the world who has ever understood him. The one whoâs always glued to his side even when he may be in the wrong. Why would he ever want something different? How could he ask for more when he should be thankful for what he was already given?
âWhy are you pushing me away? Why are you ignoring me?â Is what he finally asks after the silence has become unbearable.
âChangmin,â you swallow thickly, hesitative with what you say next. âFriends donât kissâ we donât kiss.â
He takes a step forward, and then another, and then another until heâs only armsâ length from you. âBut, we could.â
You release a shuddery breath, reaching out to stop him from coming any closer. âP-Please. We canât do thisâ I canât do this.â
âWhy not?â He pushes. He knows heâs tiptoeing the edge of something else. Thereâs a fine line between what you have now, and what heâs wanted for so long. Itâs always been a matter of if you wanted that too. âIs it because you just donât want to?â
Youâre not even sure how to respond to him. Of course you want this. It isnât that you donât want him. Youâre more scared than anything. Youâre scared of becoming just another victim of Ji Changminâs charms, of giving into him and it leading to another let down. Your resistance is evident on your face, and youâre not all that taken aback when he sighs.
âIâve wanted you since that first day of First Year Seminar, Y/N. No one has ever compared to you and no one ever will,â he confesses, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. âI sleep with random girls to get you off my mind, to forget that Iâm pretty fucking in love with my best friend.â
Then it all clicks.
Itâs like youâve come to the biggest realization of your life, an epiphany striking you suddenly with the weight of a freight train. It all trickles into place, the reason why youâve never enjoyed yourself during sex. The reason why youâve never finished at the hands of any man youâve been with intimately.
None of them were Ji Changmin. None of them were the best friend that your heart has belonged to since your freshman year.
You press your lips to his without any warning, nearly colliding into him with the force of your impatience. He reciprocates immediately, fingers tangling in your hair and holding you closer than physically possible. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, tongue dragging along his lower lip. Years of repressed longing and pining find themselves surfacing in this one kiss.
Changminâs hands travel to your waist, burrowing into the fabric of his sweatshirt as he yanks you toward the couch. He falls to a sitting position when the backs of his knees hit the edge, your knees resting on either side of his lap. You donât break apart once, not even to gasp for air as he grinds you down onto him. Through the material of his cargos you can feel him. Heâs just as throbbing as you are, your core pulsing with a need unlike any other.
His fingers reach for the hem of the sweatshirt and thatâs when you pause him, your nerves getting the best of you. He frowns. âWhatâs wrong?â
âItâs just,â admitting this a second time isnât easier. âIâve neverâ nobodyâs ever made me⊠you knowâŠâ
The corners of his lips curl up, thumbs rubbing the backs of your thighs. âYouâve never came before, baby?â
Your breathing stutters in your chest, the smugness of his voice sending shockwaves through your body. You shouldâve fully expected him to be a master at pillowtalk, what with the whole Sex-God persona and all that jazz, but it still catches you off guard. You shake your head shyly, arms hooked around his neck. His mouth attaches to the spot behind your ear, sucking the skin tenderly.
âIâll make sure youâre ruined for anyone else,â his voice is no louder than a whisper, but sounds deafening to the cotton stuffing the place where your brain should be. âIâll make you feel so good, you wonât think twice about who you belong to.â
A small whine emits from your throat, hips gyrating themselves onto his crotch. He bucks up into you instinctively, keeping you still on his lap. The sheer possessiveness of his tone is driving you up the wall. That seemed to be something you had in common with each other. Youâre lightheaded, too many layers of clothing blocking the space between you. Changmin connects your lips again, sliding his hands beneath the sweatshirt so his fingers can hook into the waistband of your panties.
He helps you out of them and your top, baring your entire body to him. The way his cock twitches makes him feel like a goddamn teenager. You paw at the zipper of his pants as he pulls off his t-shirt, tugging the cargos down his legs so you can kneel between them. If he thought he wasnât going to last before, heâs certain of it now. He wraps your hair around his fist in a makeshift ponytail, watching you with hooded eyes as you kiss his tip.
âYou look so gorgeous like this,â his voice is wavering, his composure drifting off.
That encourages you to take him into the wet heat of your mouth, tongue twirling around the tip. You run it along his slit, tasting the precum that had formed there. His head falls back onto the sofa cushions, jerking his hand back a bit and tugging your hair just enough for it to sting. You moan around his dick, the pain providing more pleasure than its intended purpose.
He bucks up into your mouth yet again, his length gliding down your throat. Not prepared for the intrusion, you gag, pulling off of his cock with a string of saliva bridging your lips to the tip. Tears prick at your eyes for a second, and then youâre going back in.
This time you manage to relax your throat, fitting more than you could prior. Changminâs eyes are half lidded, not once daring to look anywhere that wasnât you. The sight of you so eager to please, so desperate to reward him in spite of you being the one whoâs never orgasmed before, was clouding his thinking.
The image of you on your knees, sucking him off like your life depended on it, would be burned into his brain for the rest of his life. (Not that he minded. You lived there practically rent free, anyways.)
Your attention stays on the tip of his cock, tongue repeatedly alternating with dragging under the head and the slit on top. He could die happily, actually, the fear that he may never have you in this way finally dissipating into thin air. Want could only take a man so far.
He doesnât stay sentimental for very long, remembering that you were currently between his legs and the inner monologue could wait for later. Though, he makes the grave mistake of making direct eye contact with you and itâs game over after that point.
Changmin finishes with a groan, his cum painting your chest with milky white ropes. He cups both sides of your face, bringing you up to kiss you messily. He doesnât care that he can taste himself in your mouth, nipping your bottom lip to pry it open. The two of you swap spots, with him now on the floor and you on the couch. He pushes up your knees, spreading them to gain access to your cunt, glistening with your slick.
He presses a soft kiss to your clit, glancing up at you through his lashes to gauge your reaction. He not only had a reputation to defend, but he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was going to be the first man to make you cum. But it wasnât sufficient to just fuck you, he needed to do more than that. He needed to flood your senses and show you exactly what youâve been missing out on.
His tongue circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, his ring and middle fingers going counter-clockwise on your entrance. He can hear the laboring of your breathing, the sharp exhale through your nostrils when he experimentally slides one of them inside of you. He starts to pump it slowly, building up the pace until he adds the other finger, curling them.
You whine when Changminâs lips envelope your clit, suckling like a man starved. His fingers south donât halt their assault, the palm of his other hand flattening on your lower stomach. You reach down to card through his hair, clutching the strands for support. He groans against your pussy, the vibrations contributing to the knot growing tighter in your abdomen.
He switches his tongue and fingers a moment later, lapping at your hole and swiping at your clit in a close ovular pattern with his thumb. Youâre dizzy, lids fluttering shut and back arching off the cushions in a weak attempt to minimize the space between you. Changmin pins down your hips with his forearm, continuing making out with your cunt.
He flips the stimulation once more, mouth on your clit and fingers buried deep inside of you in an instant. He keeps his eyes on you, focused on every scrunch of your face and slacking of your jaw. The sudden difference in sensations has a loud moan ripping from your vocal cords, that knot coming undone almost too quickly for it being your first time in this position. You feel his lips turn up in a smile, like heâs proud of himself for doing the impossible.
Changmin pulls back slightly, his fingers still working you down from your peak. When he thinks youâve calmed, heâs up and kissing you, petting your hair gently. âYou did so well for me, baby.â
âIâve made myself cum so many times before, but never like thatâ holy shit, ChangminâŠâ Youâre a little stunned and he finds it cute, despite you both being in such a compromising situation.
âI need you to give me one more, is that okay?â He lays you on your back, hovering over you. âI wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock.â
You pull him down for another kiss, pecking the side of his neck with a hum. âWant you to fill me up, too.â
The groan that leaves him is guttural, his forehead falling onto your collarbone. Dreams really do come true. He hikes up one of your legs, lining himself up with you. He guides his cock into you and watches you for any moves of discomfort. A whimper bubbles past as he slips in, bottoming out smoothly. Half of you still couldnât believe this was happening. No fucking way was Ji Changmin on top of you right now, dick compressed in your cunt to the hilt.
He holds your knee to your chest as he begins to thrust his hips, driving his cock deep from the get go. Each motion jostles you further up the sofa, but youâre too gone to care. Your eyes have started to roll to the back of your head and you already feel that pressure rising in the pit of your stomach.
At this rate, youâre not sure youâll last very long. Youâre still extremely sensitive from your first orgasm and Changminâs plowing into you like he might never get the chance to do it again.
âYouâre soâ fuckâ youâre so tight, baby⊠Squeezing me in like you donât wanna let me go,â he rasps, trailing open mouthed kisses along your jaw and carrying them down your jugular.
You moan something about how deep he is, about how you can feel him everywhere. Itâs too much. Itâs not enough. And despite him giving you everything he has to offer, you crave more. Youâre yearning for more.
Something in you snaps and youâre cradling his face in your hands. âLove you so much, Changmin. Wanna be with you forever.â
His eyes widen at your off-kilter confession, but he doesnât cease once. If anything, his speed increases as he kisses you passionately, noses bumping but so far on the spectrum from the others. This one is more emotional, more meaningful. Itâs not long before heâs spilling into you, moaning against your lips. You follow closely behind, your second orgasm cresting like a tidal wave.
You stay like that for a minute, both of you soaking it all in. Your chests meet in the middle with each breath you take.
Changmin pulls out of you carefully, laying so you can rest comfortably on top of him. A smile inches across his feature, like he was on the inside of a joke you werenât. You raise an eyebrow at him.
âWhatâŠâ
âNothing, itâs just,â he brushes some of your hair from your forehead to leave a smooch there. âIâve been waiting for the right time to tell you how I felt for a while now. I just wanted to assure that you wouldnât scream in my face and run the opposite direction. But you went ahead and beat me to it.â
âYou meant what you said about the other girls?â You nibble at the skin of your cheek, nervous. âYou slept with them to distract yourself from me? Even Iseul?â
He nods, albeit a little shamefully. âNot my proudest moment, Iâll say. I couldâve gone about it a million other ways. But yeah, I didnât want to ruin what we had. I couldnât stand the thought of losing you just because I couldnât get my feelings in check.â
âYouâre stupid,â you laugh, cuddling further into him. âItâs a good thing Iâm kind of into that.â
âKind of?â He quirks a brow at you. âI donât know, you were saying something about loving me so much and wanting to be with me forever earlierâŠâ
You smack his chest playfully. âShut up. That was a moment of weakness or whatever.â
âItâs okay,â he smiles at you fondly, as if you were the reason that the sun shone so brightly. âI love you, too. And I wouldnât mind being with you forever.â
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Cash Slave, reporting in...
Good morning, master. State Trooper Hernandez reporting!
I hope you're doing well since the last time we saw each other. Again, I can't apologize enough for pulling you over on the highway. I had no idea you were such an amazing hypnotist. Thank you again for letting me get off easy and only making me taze myself twice! I was paralyzed in that muddy ditch for awhile, but you could've given me a helluva worse punishment!
Your instructions aren't negotiable, so I made sure to snap a photo before I started my shift today. As you suggested, I've been eating a box of donuts every morning, and I've packed on a hefty 30 lbs since I've started. My wife has complained, but I know you want me to look more like a cliche of law enforcement!
I'll stop by your house to drop off my paycheck tonight after work. I won't forget to pick up some pizza for you and your friends on the way: extra sausage, just like you said!
See you tonight, master!
Hello sir.
It's been a week since you came into my shop, and I've followed everything you said. I didn't agree with it at first, but you convinced me with that little pendant.
You were right! I really am beneath powerful men like you. Filthy blue-collar workers aren't worthy to lick the dirt off your shoes. You were right to point that out, and you were right to tell me to embrace it. When the world looks at me, they shouldn't see a man. They should see a grease monkey at the bottom of society.
That's why I haven't showered or changed in seven days. My BO is uncomfortable to work in, but I know it's just a reminder of what I am. I used to be proud of my job. Ha! I used to look down on suits like you, but I'm nothing in comparison; just a tool at your disposal.
Anyways, I cleaned and waxed your old car as fast as I could. I know I lent you my convertible, but you're welcome to keep it. I put a lot of sweat and blood in fixing her up, but like you said, fancy cars are meant for you to drive and me to maintain.
Stop back in my garage anytime. White-collar men like you get free service here! It's not the place of any lowly laborer to get in the way of what you want.
Thank you again, sir.
Hello boss.
Just started another long day of window washing! It's another hot one, but I'll keep my head down and sweat through it like usual.
I've gotta say, it's days like this that make me miss the comforts of my old corporate desk job. I'd kill for some AC right now, but I remember how much you made me realize I hated that career. Like you said, I'm much better suited to a life of mindless cleaning.
It turns out you're the real one with a knack for business strategy because all of your advice has been genius! The income is dependent on the hours I put in, and since I'm working for half the price of all competitors, I've gotten a monopoly on the market! I've fully booked all seven days for the next five or so weeks, so I'll be washing windows non-stop!
The business is already booming! I've been billing customers to your bank account, so you should already see all the profit in there!
Later today, I'll make a note of the minimum I need to replenish the cleaning supplies I'm running through. I'd also be grateful if you loaned me a bit for personal use, but it's understandable if you can't spare any! We agreed that I wasn't working for a salary, and I'm fine with that! I've been sleeping in the company van the last few weeks and it's more than good enough for me!
Don't worry, boss. I'll get back to work!
Tell my wife hello for me, master!
Working on a rig has been isolating. The job is brutal, the days are long, and every night I head back to our bunks covered in oil. I thought I'd at least get to bond with the other guys, but most of us are too tired to do anything but eat and sleep after our shift.
The only thing that's getting me through it is thinking about you. I know I also have a girl at home, but you were the one that gave my life purpose. I was never going to make money as an actor, and you helped me see that! You were the one that convinced me to go for this ridiculous job in the middle of the ocean, and now I'm making a ton of money!
You deserve it all.
I wouldn't have seen any of this cash if I hadn't stuck around after your stage hypnosis show. I still remember the wild look in your eyes when you came up with this idea for me. I also remember that hungry look you had when you saw my wife. It was impossible to say no.
Oh, and thanks for keeping my wife company while I'm gone. A man like you deserves her attention more than I do. Like you said, I doubt I was pleasing her to begin with. The only thing I'm good for is earning money, and I hope you're enjoying it because it sure isn't easy to earn!
I gotta get back, but I wanted to let you know that I signed up for another six months like you suggested. It's lonely, but I'm happy to do it, master!
Son, or should I still call you 'sir'?
I'm not sure if I your new title applies through text as well? Being your dad and your servant can be a bit confusing, but I don't mean disrespect you! Just let me know.
My workout is done and I'm headed back to your house. I signed the deed over to you this morning, so you officially own it now! Like usual, I'll clean the place from top to bottom. I've got all the mops and cleaning supplies in my van and ready to go. Since it's Friday, I'll start on the weekly yard work; mowing, weeding, etc... I don't want to bore you with the details, but it'll take the majority of the day to keep your place in tip top shape!
As I understand it, you are having friends over tonight, so I'll prepare a three course meal for eight. I ironed my apron this morning so I should look like a more presentable waiter than last night when I served your food!
As always, please let me know if there's any other way I can be of service today or tonight.
I'll be awaiting your return, sir.
Hey little bro,
I just finished my workout at the gym with dad. We're both hitting PRs and we're really starting to see some results! Still can't believe you hypnotized his dumb ass to think he's your butler! That man looks so stupid changing from gym clothes into a bowtie and gloves. He's constantly calling you 'sir' too, even when you're not around.
He's such an idiot.
Anyways, I'm all dressed and ready for my new job. You were totally right. I'm going to be so much happier as a clown instead of a wrestler. I'm about to head out to my first gig; a ten year old's birthday party. I think he's the kid of someone I used to compete with. It might be a little awkward, but it won't affect my routine. I've got an afternoon of pies in the face and self-deprecating humor ahead of me.
I made sure to tell the guy who hired me that I'm willing to stay after and clean up. Kids make a huge mess after all. I just hope he won't be too weird about me being a clown at his son's party. We may have been rivals in the past, but that was back when I wrestled. Now I'm just a joke for hire. He's technically my boss for the day, so I'll have to get used to taking orders from him.
Wish me luck, bro. I'll give you the money after the dad dismisses me. Let's hope I make a good clown!
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rating: explicit 18+ pairing: ezra x f!reader word count: 8K summary: you request a vacation for your birthday. With the rain and a few drinks, you get a lot more than you asked for. warnings: alcohol drinking, minor age gap (less than 10 years), oral (f!receiving), fingering, smut, possessive!Ezra, dom!Ezra, one booty smack, dirty talk for real, smut, pining, a bit of angst, referenced/implied orphanhood, made a religious sex pun and i'm so proud of myself a/n: so @morallyinept requested this and it turns out when I write for a boy for the first time, it canât be less than 7K â whoops. i've gotten ezra requests from some moots before, so i hope this lives up to your expectations! **massive thanks to @toomanytookas for editing and providing the initial validation so i don't post in a mouth-frothy haze. I've never had a beta like you before and I genuinely feel like I've turned over a new chapter in my fic writing. thank you!
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Your feet in the clear blue water, the humidity like a wet tongue on your skin, you scratch a nail under the tab of a mustard yellow can, crack it open, and drink. The bite of alcohol dulled by the carbonation, you take several pulls, drawing out the mid-afternoon buzz from two other cans and whetting your mouth in the heat of the jungle day. You lean back on your elbows into the sponge-soft grass, and let out a massive sigh.Â
A few feet ahead of you, on a repurposed inflatable reentry tube, your long-time privateer partner chuckles, the sound deep in the back of his throat as he floats by. Thick fingers and exposed heels dragging along in the crystal water, he greets the yellow sun like an old friend â arms wide, chest out, a lazy smile on his face. A damp rag â supposedly clean â sits over what you know to be dark-earth eyes, every other inch of him relishing in the inevitable sun tan.Â
âI see your aaahhh, pet, and I raise you a mhmm.â The rubber squeaks as he adjusts, tips his scarred chin up to the cloudless sky and rests his head back. âKevva said thereâd be days like this, but I think the old hag mighta left out a thing or two.âÂ
You grin, the wet heat of Banu 8âs lowlands drawing sweat droplets onto your hairline at the back of your neck, settling thick behind your ears where it co-mingles with the drunk haze loping around in your brain. You watch Ezra with his bare arms, hairy legs, and prominent nose turned towards the divinity heâs so fond of invoking and the thought crosses your mind â again:
Shit, heâs so fucking hot.Â
Oh, bad thought.
You drop your gaze, pressing the cold aluminum lip of the can to your mouth, drinking quicker than you probably should, anything to distract you from your partner as he obliviously floats by.Â
For our sake, you silently beg the hungry little creature that whines and snaps at the image of a shirtless Ezra, please fuck off.Â
While Ezra whistles a vaguely familiar tune, terribly off-key, you scoop up the cool lagoon water and dribble it over your hot knees, then your thighs, dampening the rims of your make-shift shorts just enough to cool them without leaving them vulnerable to a permanent state of moisture due to the high humidity. You flick the last drops of the water onto your chest, your white cotton bra choked to your skin. A final effect, you press the cool can to the thrumming pulse on your neck, closing your eyes with a relieved grunt, taking the time to enjoy the sensation of the cold metal against the rapid beat in your throat.Â
From the water, you hear an unsettled grunt and you open your eyes to find that same shirtless Ezra staring at you, the rag now curled in one hand against the rubber float. He swallows, looks at something past your ear, and again tries to adjust in the sticky rubber float without flipping himself over, his hands falling into his lap.Â
âNeptune, dear, would you do us the favor of tossing over one of those cans? Iâm parched. I think my lovely skin is drying out.â
Neptune. His favorite nickname for you. You never got any real explanation from him as to why you got that name, other than after youâd officially joined his crew, you told him you came from a blue planet in a far off system. But that was often the way of things: Ezra did something and you didnât question why. From that simple truth, you learned about how to repair and rebuild the entire electrical system from a drop pod. You learned, in excruciating detail, the parts and mechanics of a thrower, so much so that you could almost identify the model number at a glance. You learned about which corporate dig sites to avoid, which made for easy marks, and which would draw the eye and ire of entities hardly worth the trouble.Â
Being out on your own since you aged up out of the orphanage had not gone the way you hoped and life had not been so kind as to teach you any other way to survive. Ezra had found you in the back of a red spice market, cornered and slurping down the last few of your credits from a muck bowl that you had vastly overpaid for.
For whatever reason, he offered you a job on the spot, despite you having nothing to offer him. and no experience in anything except cleaning prophylaxiams and staying out of the way.
And yet, he has been far kinder than life, or anyone else, had ever been to you.Â
As a result, loyalty was only a fraction of what you felt for him. What had begun as overwhelming adoration had grown hot to the touch, slippery between your fingers at night, and perhaps â what you feared most of all â obvious.Â
Yet when Ezra looked at you with a smile on his face, it was only comradery he wished to share with you, certainly not his bed. He shared it with practically every other bi-pedal humanoid you came across, but not you. And this you had to accept. And you did.Â
But being a little drunk made it that much harder to remember where to keep your hands to avoid being burned.
âSure, Ez.â You tuck your legs out from the cool water and dig around in the canvas bag at the base of the white nut tree. Most of the ice had melted into the bright green grass around the lagoon, but a few of the cans were still cold. Youâd probably tease Ezra later for skimping on the insulation bucket the provisions store the port offered, but he had been so eager to get to the camp ground after spending an âexceedingly exorbitant amount of time stacked up against human drivel on public transportationâ. One lopsided grin, and youâd give him the world.Â
âEzâ,â
He lifts the rag, glancing at you over his shoulder, hands cupped as the can flies through the air. The cold metal presses against the overheated skin on his chest and he hisses. Eyeing the can ruefully, he cracks it open and drinks deep. You busy yourself with sliding to the edge of the pool again to keep from watching his throat move.Â
Ezra finally pulls back, smacking his lips, with a pleased groan. He wets the rag again and dramatically flops it over his eyes. Hidden from his view, you watch the roll of water down his temples, his neck, his chest.Â
âName anything better than this, Neptune, I beg you. Free from obligation or assignment on commission. Where my only moral imperative is to drink as many of these as I can and remind you how beautiful you are. Which . . .â he tilts the bottom of the can towards you, head still tilted back on the raft and dripping rag covering his vision, âfantastic, by the way.âÂ
Having stifled your blush while under his watchful gaze about three or four other times today, without him looking, you flush so hard and fast you go lightheaded. Beautiful, he said. You drink more carbonated alcohol to choke back your rising heart, your eyes skim over the curve of his nose, a drop of sweat as it peaks on his forehead. You canât linger over him too long; he has a six-sense about you â unable to know what youâre thinking but that youâre overthinking all the same.Â
âWas this worth the trip on public transportation, Ez?â Your ankles stir the water again.Â
âI could do this all day,â he sighs contently, bringing a warm smile to your face. âAnd definitely all night.â
Maybe youâll both be so sun-drunk later tonight, youâll fall asleep together on the pallet on the floor. Of course, by nightfall, someone will have to come to their senses and youâll be tucked back into your separate sleeping bags, but maybe, as a present you couldnât possibly ask for, you can just nap together.
With the bottom plush of your lip stuck between your teeth, you rim the metallic edge of your can with your nail, ankles spinning slow circles in the water.Â
âThank you, Ezra,â you say quietly, âfor the best birthday Iâve ever had.âÂ
It began as a sort of joke one night on the volcanic hotspring moon of Wulkan after a twelve hour shift hunting through the black ash in search of fire pearls. The job was rather rushed, and Ezra had his reservations going into it, but fire pearls were a near certainty and you both needed a boost after a jump exchange had gone a little cockeyed. Sweat dripping from his temples, the provided water packs in the harvest suits doing just enough to keep him from passing out from heat exhaustion, he extended the skein of hydro-electric towards you across the narrow lane between your cots and asked you if you could be anywhere right now, any system, where would you be.
âSomewhere so cold I freeze my tits clean off,â you said with a sigh and wiped your own sweat-drenched forehead. You could smell yourself after two days of sweating profusely, but your stench in comparison to the rest of the crew, including Ezra, barely registered any more. You took a sip as Ezra laughed.
âA grievous crime against humanity and all its luscious gifts, but I get your meaning. Anywhere else?â
âWater.â This was said with more conviction, so much so it turned Ezraâs head towards you. âThe few memories I have of my home planet and my parents, we were always near or in water. An ocean, maybe. Iâm not sure. But I remember being really, really happy and I think being near water . . . it would make me happy again.â
You handed the skein back to Ezra, something unreadable in his gaze. He took it back from you, his fingers dark from the ash that clings to everything. On the other side of the tent, the rest of your crew and other teams mill about, yelling, with cutlery clattering as the camp gets ready to slow for the night, a graveyard shift picking up in just a few hours.Â
Ezraâs eyes are as dark as the ash youâve been shifting through the past two days.
âThen you shall have it, Neptune.â He said, quietly. âIâd give you the fucking galaxy if I could.âÂ
Those words often came to you in the crevice between sleep and wakefulness, when your mind was idle and the reins that tightly bound your affection for him loosened without a conscious grip. When you thought you werenât being watched.Â
The flat of his foot hooking behind your ankle breaks you from your reverie. Cast into shadow by the wide, rubbery palm leaves above your head, he looks at you curiously.Â
âThat look of deep consternation is giving me a headache. Spill.âÂ
With a faint smile, you gently bump his knee with your own. âNothing, Ez. Iâm just glad we get to take a break from it all. I canât remember the last time I . . . the last time weâve just had nothing to do.âÂ
He cocks his head as his gaze crawls up your ankle, your shin, to your knee. You think it might linger on your thigh before it bounces to your face. You tighten your grip on the hot, expansive feeling behind your ribs and stare back at him.
âThen thatâs a black mark against me, as the leader of this clan.â His mouth curls, eyebrow arching as he talks, knowing that statement has been a point of playful contention between you two for years. âA good overseer knows when to crack the bullwhip and when to let it rest.â
âWell, a better overseer knows when to demand that her team rests, because sometimes they have no idea whatâs good for them.âÂ
His foot rotates behind your ankle, his toes brushing against your calf, bringing your attention to your own body part in the water. Your legs are hairy, nearly as much as Ezraâs, and you havenât shaved your pits in possibly a decade. Ezra once brought home a professional nightwalker, one from the Upper City, to the derelict flat youâd been sharing for two weeks as you offloaded your haul to the under markets. You never forgot how smooth her skin had been, shaved clean and smelling of moon lilies. That scent permeated the small space for weeks afterward. Even now, just the sight of moon lilies makes you nauseous.Â
His aversion to you runs much deeper than physical aesthetics, even if you canât help but wonder sometimes if becoming as smooth and hairless as the nightwalker might change his mind.
âObservational to a fault as always, Neptune.â The ball of his foot rests briefly between your legs before he pushes off from the spongy lip of the lagoonâs edge. He floats back into the sun, his head shaking slightly, a smile drained of amusement on his lips. He inhales as the sun crests over his forehead and he glances up at the blue sky. âI have no idea whatâs good for me.â
Something about his tone, the way he turns away from you, scratches a very raw place inside of you â a place that fears and obsesses over abandonment. You wouldnât survive it if he abandoned you, if he left you to fend for yourself one day. Logically, you know he would never do that â he has sworn up and down to your face that that notion is fundamentally ludicrous to him â but the anguish of him silently rejecting you from his bed again and again and again makes that fragile place inside you bleed red.Â
You stand up, swipe another can from the bag, and move towards the waterfall.Â
âIâm taking a hike.â
You feel his eyes on the backs of your thighs as you march towards the gentle incline.
âBe safe, Neptune,â he calls softly.
For a fleeting second, you wish he had made you stay.
The first fat raindrop splashes against your cheek and wakes you from a humid, irritated nap. Youâre scowling by the time you open your eyes to several more wet droplets as they splatter against your neck, your forehead and you sit up, even more frustrated than when you fell asleep. The last sticky tendrils of dreams snap and pop as you pull yourself onto your feet, back hunched and arm held high against the steamy sprinkle. A crack of lightning, then a growl of thunder, and the sky splits open, drenching you in seconds. With a snarl of your own, you snatch up the empty can from the grass next to you and make for your camp down the hill. As you crest the top, you see a figure standing outside the tent, back tense and hand raised as if searching through the twilight gray downpour.Â
Normally, the thought of warming up beside Ezra in your yellow tent fills you with something inexplicable, the grime and load of the day melting from your shoulders, but your buzz from earlier has thickened, made worse by the heat, the emotions in your heart all gummed up and smashed together. The sight of him cranks up your irritation high in your ears. With a huff, you concentrate on a smooth slide down the hill without breaking your ankles and not the fire rising in your gut.Â
But the rain and the distance apart has only stoked his own outrage.
âWhere the hell were you?â He snaps as you yank back the velcroed tent flap. He is dripping from head to toe in jungle rain as he follows closely behind you into your small space. You ring the water from your hair into a corner and scowl up at him.Â
âI fell asleep. The rain woke me up. I came back as soon as I could.âÂ
His eyes narrow, water rolling off his bare shoulders as if he still stood out in the downpour. The droplets pat pat pat against the tarp floor as he snatches up a fiber towel and dries himself off, scowling all the while.Â
âI searched for you, calling your name up and down this fuckinâ jungle and I didnât hear a peep. What if something had gone wrong? What if youâd been hurt?â
âThen I would have fucking dealt with it, Ezra.â You stomp to your feet, neck hot from his patronizing gaze. Hands on his hips, you feel like youâre being scolded. âI can take care of myself.âÂ
One dark eyebrow arches mockingly, the scar on his cheek twisting in his scowl.
âAnd you expect me to lay about, twiddling my thumbs, while I wait for you to return or until you deem it appropriate for me to fret over your corpse?âÂ
That patch of blonde hair is a shade darker, drenched and pressed flat against his forehead. His bare chest is littered with scars and divots where chunks of flesh had been torn away. His skin is a reflection of the hard life he lives. You doubt youâd look any different if youâd seen yourself in a mirror.Â
âWe are partners, Ez,â you grind out between locked teeth. âEquals, alright? I am not your little sister for you to fuss over and you are not my keeper.âÂ
At that, the indignant swell of his chest deflates and the anger in his eyes flickers before fading out.Â
âYou are beyond capture,â he mutters, eyebrows down but gaze distant. âIâd never dream of keeping you, Neptune.âÂ
Again, itâs his phrasing that hurts most of all. You glance away, the backs of your eyes growing hot and tight, drying out despite the sticky moisture warming the inside of the tent. But then his hand around your elbow startles away the tears forming in the corners of your eyes.Â
âYou are the most important thing to me in the entirety of this world and the next,â he says softly, earth eyes searching your face. âI came on too strong, I know that, but the idea that youâd ever be gone from my side for any amount of permanence . . . well, itâs been a lifetime since Iâve felt fear like that.âÂ
His frown goes belly-up, a hopeless smile on his face. âI wasnât aware I even still could.â His calloused thumb brushes your skin, skin that nearly catches fire from the rough drag of scar tissue, before he lets his hand drop. Your own curls into a fist at your side, a tremor rattling the bones of your wrist in an effort to keep from reaching up and touching that moon-shaped scar you dream about at night.
âIâm not going anywhere, Ez. You taught me enough to survive in a world like this. But youâre going to have to trust me.â
That smile goes wan, sickly. âThatâs the problem, dear heart, I trust you with my life.âÂ
He swallows, as if suddenly bashful to make direct eye contact with you. He clears his throat before rummaging around in his canvas bag for dry clothes. He yanks a black, sleeveless shirt on over his head before setting up the materials for a flameless pocket fire.Â
âSince my dreams of showing you something called a barbeque have been quite literally rained out, weâll finish off the rest of the dredge pack tonight. But come first light, Iâll fix you breakfast so succulent, the smell aloneâll make your mouth water. How does that sound, Neptune?â
He barely slows to breathe as he seamlessly switches topics from breakfast to another meal made at camp without looking up or stalling in his prep for dinner, hands almost disconnected from the humming of his mouth â one so methodical, the other like a channel rat on fire.Â
ââ and the thing was no one was really sure enough what a squatter egg looked like when it goes bad. But being out in a cramped hold-out for two weeks where it was so dark, your own ass and someone elseâs had no demarcation, well, there wasnât a single peep of dissimilitude . . .â
Words strung together so quick and so melodic, it was always incredibly easy to fall into a sort of easy trance around Ezra. Sounds and syllables just sounded right coming out of his mouth and after a while, that trance became a state of repose, Ezraâs own sense of calm filtered to whoever was also in the room. But not to you, not right now.
After spending immeasurable time with less than half a space between you in cramped tents and in claustrophobic dig sites, you could read the tension on the lines of his body as well as the lines on the palm of your hand.Â
âNeptune? You with me?â
Ezra glances up at you, always aware of you and your movements like the twinge on a spiderâs web, a signature smile that has always seemed to shine a bit brighter for you plastered over his face. The anger was the only thing holding you up and with it gone, you can feel your bruised heart twinge as it folds over itself.Â
âYeah, that sounds good. Iâm gonna switch out of these wet clothes before we eat, okay?â
He hums, nodding, eyes fixating on the steadily boiling water in front of him as you turn away to the other side of the tent, by your pallet and travelerâs pack. As further evidence that he feels nothing but companionship for you, you feel his eyes remain nowhere near you as you strip off your shorts and bra for a sun-warm suit. Then again, youâd like to think itâs kind of scandalous to be changing in front of him, but youâd both seen each other naked more times than you could count â there is no modesty in foxholes. The space between your hips and your thighs feel sticky from sweat and the slick rain, the curve of your spine warm and flushed. The zipper is loud in the silence.Â
Youâre braiding your damp hair away from your face when he sighs and the noise makes you look back at him.
âAnswer me honestly, if youâve ever cared for me a tick. Do you regret it?â
His eyes are sorrowful, worried, brow fixed down. Ezra is not, and never has been, a man prone to melancholy. His wrists rest loosely over his knees, gaze deep in the bubbling bone broth. The rain outside taps insistently at the tarp.Â
âRegret what?âÂ
âComing with me and taking on this life. Itâs not an easy one,â he says quietly. âI should have offered you another choice, that day in the market. But one look at you and I . . . I was willing to trust you with my life, Neptune â far, far too soon. Even at my best, you make me irrational.â
You watch him, his broad shoulders moving, as he scoops up the hot, dark liquid into two bowls, and joins you by the entrance to the tent. You pin back the flap as he settles, the scent of humid rain immediately flooding your mouth, the pattering sound now twice as loud. Wordlessly, he hands you a spoon before digging into his own bowl.Â
The heat of the soup burns away all the silly, impossible things sitting on your tongue. You sit in silence, his presence never rushing you to answer before you are ready. As you eat, you stare out at the dark lagoon, where you had both been only hours ago, the clear water murky beneath the downpour.Â
âNo, Ezra, I donât regret it.â He stills, as if surprised youâre answering him now, mid-meal. He lowers the bowl to his lap, eyes trained on you. âYou saved my life, more times than I can count.âÂ
Your words loosen the rigid lock of his shoulders. He grins. âAs youâve said, you would have been just fine without me.â
Your vision goes blurry. You pin him with such a stare, you watch the blood rush from his face.
âBut it would have been only half a life.â
âDonât kid about that, Neptune, itâs not â,â
âIâm serious.â You put your bowl down and rub your eyes with your sleeves. Of all the ways he hasd seen you bare and naked, heâs never seen you this vulnerable. âI donât wanna do any of this without you. I want you, Ezra.â
âYou have me, dear heart, you have me.â
âNot like that and you know it.â You watch as understanding rolls across his face. His lips part, eyes wider. He swallows and you stare at the ceiling, cheeks suddenly wet and hot. He said heâd never leave you, but what if this is the thing that finally does it? Could he work with you, knowing just how deeply you love him, and not feel an ounce of disgust? âYou told me once sex is just a way to pass the time, but never, not once, have you ever even tried to pass the time with me.âÂ
He swallows, deeper this time, jaw locked, his eyes fluttering with the force of it. He brings his knees to his chest.
âBecause it wouldnât just be passing time with you.âÂ
In that moment, youâre grateful for the rain, for the sound of something to fill the silence.Â
You stare at him, cross-legged in front of the open corner of this yellow tent, abandoned bowls growing colder, but he sits with his leg up, knee to his chest, as if to ward you off. Ward off whatever is growing in your gaze, under the flat bone over your heart in your chest. But whatever is stifling the air in your lungs, is warming his eyes past the point of comfort, barrelling towards expletives and the crass, the lewd and depraved. You cannot go back to having him look at you any other way.Â
That look loosens every line in his face when you crawl into his lap, your knees around his hips. The backs of your thighs go damp, even through the suit, pressing down onto his still-damp shorts, and you think his breathing has quickened.
His massive palm hovers near your cheek, unwilling or unable to pull you forward or push you back, his oak eyes searching your face for signs of discomfort as if he had somehow dragged you across the tarp floor.Â
âNeptune,â he mumbles as he focuses on the curve of your bottom lip, âthis is unwise. You donât know what youâre asking for.âÂ
You can feel the hard curve of his shoulders as you follow the lines of his arms and settle them on his collarbone. Nothing has happened that canât be undone â not yet. Your perfect, vicious Ezra hasnât pressed you flat on your back like you thought he would at the hint of sex. You could return with your dignity tomorrow morning, this moment never spoken of again, and heâd let you have that. The shake of his elbow with his palm against the tarp is the only indication that something might be unsettling to him.Â
But it is your birthday after all. Maybe heâd let you have this one thing. He doesnât know youâll die without it.
âIf you donât want this . . . if you donât want m-me, then say something. Push me away and Iâll never bring it up again.â You cup the sides of his neck as your hips shift forward, closer to him. The air in your lungs tightens, breath coming in shallow pants. Only then does he drop your gaze and fixate on your encroaching heat. âAt least then Iâll know.âÂ
There. Out loud. Itâs been said, heard above the deluge of rain against the tent and the jungle outside.Â
His palm finally settles on your cheek. It brings a sense of wholeness to you like youâve never known. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, a breathy exhale pours out of your mouth. His thumb catches the plush curve of your bottom lip and he draws it towards your chin, his own mouth open, enraptured.Â
âSweet thing, how have you not always known?âÂ
His mouth is humid against yours, as if he swallowed the jungle while looking for you, his thumb releasing your lip to capture with his own. The tip of his pointer finger massages the hinge of your jaw, just below your ear, and he manipulates your head until your mouth parts like he wants.
His tongue skims your upper lip, a tentative exploration into the unknown rewarded with a low groan that is warmed by the heat coiling low in your hips. You taste his tongue, a hot glide inside your mouth, and you feel his arms slip around your lower back, his inhale of breath sharp across your face as he brings you closer. He bites your lips roughly, the spark of pain and pleasure crackling across your face as if youâd brushed a live wire.Â
His fingers wrap around your wrist, prying you from the back of his neck, just for a moment, his eyes heat-soaked. You suck your teeth, mouth open and seeking, and the hand around your jaw drops to your collarbone, the breadth of his palm nearly suffocating your throat.
The briefest pressure â the slightest touch â at the pulse at the bottom of your neck and your hips rock forward into him as he flattens his other palm to your ass, clutching you to him and pinning you to the pallet.
His teeth scrape against the curve of your ear, pinching the cartilage between his incisors, while his hands frantically search up and down your waist. His weight smothers you, his stomach breathing into yours, the flat plane of his chest rubbing your nipples raw against your suit, an unfocused lurch to his hips every time you tug on his hair. With every breath, every time you try to savor his touch, the taste of his mouth is like a wave, dragging you forward, wrapping a dizzy chain around your throat and squeezing.
Ezraâs greatest weapon has always been his mouth, that silver string spinning faster the longer he captivates you, spell-bound. Now he uses to decimate you in entirely new ways.Â
The suck of his lips against the moist flesh below your ear distantly distracts from the afterburn of his unkempt beard against your jaw, your cheek. His lips alternate patterns of reward with a plush kiss and punishment with a stern nip when you try and stifle a moan. The edge of his shirt is damp from resting against his shorts when you slip your fingers underneath to palm the small of his back. He stills when you run your fingers around to the front of his trunks.Â
His hand curls around a clump of hair at the base of your skull, his eyes darker than volcanic ash. The steady heat of his groin against your thigh is a sensation youâll chase for the rest of your life.
âYou know what happens when you touch a man there, Neptune?â Heâs breathing hard, you both are, and the way he snags your hair in his fist has your head twisted at an odd angle, but youâd be damned to a Kevva-forgotten corner of the cosmos before you drop his gaze. You nod and that moon-shaped scar on his cheek twitches. âI know I didnât teach you that.â
âL-learned it â somewhere else â Ezra.â Your mouth isnât working properly, your lips swollen from his kisses, the slight pain in your scalp making it difficult to focus, while your cunt tightens hungrily. âHad to.â
âYeah? Whyâs that?â
âBecause you wouldnât give it to me.âÂ
He leans back, his forearm tense and corded where he has you by the hair, a seemingly disinterested scowl on his face. But by the throbbing length pressed up against you, so far from where you need him the most, he is anything but.Â
âSo youâre saying this is my fault?â Without breaking eye contact, his chest raised inches above yours, his fingers snag on the blue zipper by your collar and your breathing nearly stops. He hums to himself, eyes following the path of the zipper as the material separates, click by click by click. When it reaches your belly button, he stops.Â
âEzra â,â itâs a whine and you canât even chastise yourself for it. And neither, it seems, can he.Â
Head tilted as if curious about the label of a box beneath colorful wrapping, he dips his wide hand beneath the edge of your suit. The heat that radiates from his palm against the curve of your stomach has you writhing underneath him, your knees drawing up to his hips, trying to catch any relief.Â
But he takes his self-satisfied time. Callouses of a hard-won life snag and drag over the soft paper-thin skin that covers your ribs as he maps you in one hand. When he cups your right breast in his palm, the noise you make is a sob of gratitude.Â
âYou let another man besides me do this to you?âÂ
The snarling pit of your own thoughts slows as some awareness realizes heâs speaking to you.Â
You swallow, clutching his bicep, begging for forgiveness before even opening your mouth to answer.Â
âIt didnât mean anything, Ez, it wasnât you â it meant nothing to meâ,â
âBut you let someone else touch whatâs mine, hm?â That lazy, slightly irritated look on his face, he rotates his hand, squeezing the cup of your tit again, before sharply pinching your nipple.Â
âEzraâ,â you choke out and his thigh shifts between your legs, just close enough to feel the heat but nowhere near close enough to grind against. His thumb rotates the raised flesh slow enough to capture and catalog every sigh it draws from you, his eyes catching between his hand and your relaxed face.Â
He wears the same expression he does when sitting in the backs of blackmarket tea shops and smoky alebins. When the prospect of striking gold becomes all he can think about.
âStrip.â He suddenly commands. He lifts off you just enough for you to wrench your arm through the armhole, all the while keeping a rough palm on one breast, and then the other. You watch him massage your flesh and your ribs tremble with an unsteady breath. Only when a slightly cool breeze meanders over your bare shoulders and chest do you realize that the tent flap is still open, your head inches from the edge. A perfect and unimpeded view to anyone who wants to watch him hungrily grope your tits. Embarrassment peaks sharply, despite his hand pressing you into the tarp, you wrench your neck back and look over your shoulder through the window of the open tent as if you need to confirm that you are giving the jungle a floor show.
âEzâ shit, the flapâ,âÂ
He finds that the skin beneath your breast had grown sticky and slick from sweat, the humidity still oppressive even with a breeze. He bends his head and licks that same sweaty path and your attention snaps back to him, nails curling against his scalp, his warm breath a high-intensity balm to your roughly-played-with nipples.Â
âNot a soul in sight, Neptune,â he murmurs lazily into your ribcage, his nose running up and down the valley between your tits. âAnd if there were, let them learn a thing or two.âÂ
His teeth nip the swell of your stomach as he crawls down your half-naked body. Without his heat and hands, the tenderness from his attention on your breasts ratchets up to an ache, a minor preoccupation before he hooks his fingers around the rest of the jumpsuit and tugs.Â
You are naked beneath him, swollen chest rising and falling, your knuckles scraping against the pallet as you search for something to grip with all your might. You smell of lagoon water and hot jungle air, of muggy photosynthesis and algae. The smoky scent of the black ash of that distant planet never really left Ezra and the dampness of the rain seems to stir it up. He towers over you, dark and breathing heavy. Smoke and brimstone.
He gropes your ankles, then your calves, hands gliding over the thick hair there â now grown soft in length â as he slowly spreads your legs, with a light youâd never seen before in his eyes.Â
âNeptune, I revolve around you.âÂ
A wave of anxiety lurches up your throat when he brings his mouth to your cunt, the cloying, imagined scent of moon lilies threatening to tear you out of the moment â he wonât want you wild like this â but itâs forcefully yanked back down with a single stripe of his tongue. His previously casual, authoritative persona cracks when he buries his face into your unkempt curls and lets out a deep, overly pleased moan.
Your back bends and heâs gathering up your limbs in his arms to pin them down, nearly resting his forehead on your pubic bone. A few more licks, some deeper than others into where you drip for him, and your thighs start to shake. His fingers around your thighs squeeze roughly against your flesh and pull you further apart.Â
Between the flush of slick seeping from you at an embarrassing rate and the wiry hair kept natural out of a certainty no one would see it, he must be drowning or choking, his tongue flicking and sliding, nose prodding your clit just enough to spread the sparks of arousal up through your spine. Feeling as though youâre losing your grip on reality, you sink your hands into his hair, thumb rubbing back that blonde patch, and tug. The moan he shoots into your cunt as he rocks forward into your touch has you whining helplessly. The tarp squeaks where he rubs his hips into it.Â
His arms curled around your thighs, your hips shake with restraint against every lap of his tongue until he flicks your clit and your hips grind up against his obliging mouth, a sunspot of pleasure flaring brightly. But all too soon, Ezra lifts up onto his elbows, his hands smoothing across your stomach and he pops his mouth up from your wet folds. With an irate gasp, the swell of bliss fading, your gaze snaps down to plead with him, but he shakes his head.
Wordlessly, he takes one hand from your thigh and wipes his mouth clean with a swipe of his fingers. Then, with his eyes wide, the skin around his mouth loose, he crooks two fingers at the top of your mound before sliding them down where his mouth was seconds ago and presses them inside of you. That simmering in your low belly roars back to life and you toss your head against the unforgiving pallet, eyes slamming shut. He growls at the obscene sucking noise your cunt makes as he plucks at you, in and out.Â
âOleaginous,â he hums, so quietly, it might have been for him. He tongues your clit lightly, pushing his fingers as deep as they can go, watching you thrash. âMine. Understand?â You remember that tone of voice from when he had you dissecting throwers on a workbench in front of him. You nod, eyes fluttering open, balancing on the precarious edge of release.Â
You want to obey his every word.Â
His thumb twists up, opening your clit to him and within a whispered breath of âgood girlâ he sucks your bundle of nerves and launches you into orbit.Â
Your entire body goes stiff from the force of it, only to crash back down into his waiting hands, your voice wavering on a high-pitched, girlish wail that shrieks above the sound of rain. Waves of bliss lap at every nerve ending and your vision goes fuzzy for a minute, the only sound you can register is the pounding of your blood in your ears.
And then you register the steady, wet plunge of his fingers still dragging in and out of your pussy.
âWas that mine?âÂ
Your clit tingles from overstimulation, but youâd rather die than have him stop â you want to answer, if only you could pick up the pieces of your voice. You can only nod, whining. He presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh, the skin there smeared with your release.
âYou did a bad thing, letting someone else touch whatâs mine.â He scolds, rubs that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back in your head, holds his finger to it until it burns. You cry, his punishment evident. âNow you have to apologize, Neptune.âÂ
You nod again, mouth wrenched open as he drags you back and forth across pleasure and pain.Â
âY-y-yes, Ezra,â the words are bone dry, cracked between your teeth. âIâm sorry.âÂ
Pure wickedness strikes those earth eyes and scorches them a singed black.Â
âUnfortunately, atonement is a fickle thing,â Ezra tuts, dragging his lips across your thigh in a mockery of a kiss, âand Iâm not quite ready to offer absolution. Despite your offerings,â he wipes his mouth with a stroke of his palm, âthis godhead remains rigid.âÂ
You whimper. He grins with a mouthful of teeth.
Ezra pulls back onto his knees and shuts your thighs, his hand palming your ass as he indicates that you should turn. Your entire lower half still feels like jelly â no one has ever made you come that hard with just their mouth before â but you obey. You stagger onto your hands and knees in front of him.Â
His wide palm appears beneath your chin.
âSpit.â
You do.
That spit-wet hand cups your still wet cunt, middle finger rubbing briefly against your clit, before it disappears. You feel him move closer, hear his slick hand pump himself a few times with a grunt. Hot lips drag up your spine, interspersed with the nip of teeth, and when he lays across your back, his hands overtaking yours and threading your fingers together, his bare chest presses up against the skin of your back and you shudder.Â
He noses your temple, his throbbing cock coated between your folds. He bites at your jaw and follows your line of sight through the open tent flap.Â
âBreathtaking, isnât it? All that moisture, dripping and running over smooth rock and fern. All that heat coagulating in spaces it shouldnât fit. All that . . . open field, for anyone to just wander into. Take a look around and smell the air. Could they smell you like I can, Neptune? The way you leak for this cock?â
As he hums filth in your ear, his hand settles again at the base of your throat, thick fingers squeezing just enough to threaten, before sliding down to your swinging breasts, rough palms catching your swollen nipples, then arching down your stomach and between your legs.Â
He plays slowly with your clit; barely enough stimulation and he knows it.
âAsk for forgiveness.â He croons in your ear. The breeze returns for a moment, and between the heat of him mounting you like a feral animal and the hesitant touch of outside air against your sweaty chest, you shudder with a groan.Â
âIâm sorry, Ezra. Iâm soâ,â his middle finger increases its pressure slightly and the words shatter in your mouth, âsor-ry.âÂ
âAnd for what?â
He continues to rub between your folds and the minute hitch in his breath is more intoxicating than anything heâs done so far. This is affecting him just as much as it does you. He kisses your jaw then tugs on the skin with his teeth.Â
âFor letting a-anyone but you t-touch me.â
Ezra presses his damp forehead into your shoulder, panting, your correct answers soaking the neurons in his brain. Your reward is the faster stroke of his finger.Â
âAnd why was that a reprehensible thing to do?â His hips rut into yours, the scrape and rub of his cock between your slick lips and thighs almost enough to set you off.Â
âBecause itâs yours â Iâm yours â f-fuck, Ezra, Iâm yours, I only wanna be yours,â you sob.Â
Heâs suddenly gone from above you and the loud crack of his hand against your ass cheek deafens you for a minute, the sting skittering up your back and down your thigh.Â
âGood fuckinâ girl.â
Your elbows shudder, the weight of his tone, his hand nearly forcing you onto your chest with your ass still in the air. You wanna be so good for him.Â
Heâs breathing hard and his skin is warm and damp where you feel his thigh press against the back of yours. Thereâs a measure of restraint heâs showing and it makes your heart pound in anticipation. You swing your hips back at him, as if you could catch yourself on his cock.Â
âI wanna show you Iâm yours,â you cry, nails curling into the pallet. âPlease, Ezra, please!â
His broad hand settling on your spine draws a hiccup out of you, a sob.Â
âBreathe . . . Good girls get what they need.âÂ
On an exhale, his blunt tip spreads you apart and he shuffles closer as he thickens inside you. His loud, unabashed moan overwhelms yours, when you think you might just be devoured by him. His hand, the one at your hip, squeezes you, silent reassurance. You can feel the knuckles on his other hand against your slick lips as he feeds himself into you.
âNeptune, talk to me. How,â your cunt tightens around his girth at the sound of his voice coaching you along and he grunts, as if suddenly dizzy, âh-how do you feel?â
âAmazing, Ez. Please keep going donât stop I can take itâ,âÂ
He obliges; somethingâs reconnected the wires in his brain enough to tell him to move. He huffs before sinking deeper and your eyes roll back in your head. He bottoms out and waits again, letting you both catch your breath.Â
âSpent a hundred moons thinking about this.â The puff of breath against your shoulder is the only warning you have before he presses his mouth to your skin. His hand free of your clutch, his thumb softly rubs the muscle of your neck. He kisses you and kisses you and kisses you, wherever he finds bare flesh. âWould wake up in the night, with you a few feet from me, looking like divinity made sin, made real, but I wasnât worthy to touch you. You got me all tongue-tied, Neptune, all mucked up in the head. A silly boy,â he purrs.
You glance over your shoulder, unsure which Ezra is going to meet your eyes, but wanting all of them. The man you feel most safe with in this world and the next greets you and you reach back and squeeze his hand. He chuckles softly, and with it, comes a gentle roll of his hips. You gasp, airily, your gaze slipping from his face to his chest, to the steady breathing in his stomach, and then to the growth of hair that fades as it reaches up his low belly. How many times did you sit across the room from him with your fists in tight balls, watching as he regaled exploits of riches and wonder, all the while thinking about how thick his cock is outlined in his suit â youâre so blinded by breathy dreams of what the musky scent of his cock must taste like that you miss that heâs pulled out farther, halfway now, and you are completely knocked senseless when he thrusts back in, a beat faster.Â
âLater, Neptune. Iâll let you suck my cock later, but right now Iâve gotta ride this pussy to oblivion.âÂ
Your thighs quake at his promise, cunt squeezing him, and he huffs, picking up speed.
âI felt that. You really like sucking cock that much?âÂ
All you can answer him with is a whine. Your knees are starting to ache from the barest cushion the tarp provides, the palms of your hands sore, but you canât find it in you to remotely care. With every stroke, he fills you up to a breaking point before riding you back out. Moaning gratefully, you finally drop onto your elbows, your cheek scraping against the pallet with every forceful thrust behind you. He tilts your hips up higher, on one knee to fuck down into you; heâs searching with his cock for that spot that made your brain numb.Â
Like a flood, you feel bliss roll down your spine, his hands on your lower back pulling you up another peak, and you gasp, at the edge of a very, very long drop, the sounds in the tent as sticky and wet as the rain outside.
But Ezraâs sounds are loudest of them all. Grunting. Hissing. Moaning like heâs fucking the best pussy of his life. You open one eye, glancing over your shoulder and the sight drops open your mouth. Hips pumping forward, skin dewy with sweat, he breathes like a freshly broken-in stallion, relieved that something finally bested him. Chest full and tight with muscle, flushed pink with roaring blood. Stomach torqued with tension. His rhythm is caught between his hands pulling you onto him and his cock thrusting into you. A frantic beat that bounces wet and hot, mouth agape and eyes rolling shut, his head drops back between his shoulders. You push back slightly and he stutters, the hand on your hip tightening.Â
âNot gonna last, Neptuneââ he grits, his jaw locked tight. The image of him actively staving off an orgasm for you to finish first has been imprinted on your brain for the rest of your life.Â
âJ-just a little harder, Ez.âÂ
He obeys, submitting as you had for him, sweat curling around his neck and down his chest.Â
As release barrels down on you, those mahogany eyes catch and hold yours in a second that lasts through infinity. They promise you things that you didnât know you asked for, those eyes, made vows only your soul could hear. You see, in that instant before you are swallowed whole, that heâd die at your feet, if you asked him to. Heâd give up every worldly treasure he won through grit and his teeth if you needed it or wanted it. If it made you happy.
His Neptune â in the crushing grip of your gravity. Willingly caught in the trail of your comet as you fill up his night sky.   Â
âYeah, thatâs it, right there â Ez-ra!âÂ
His face blown out in near ecclesial bliss is the last thing you see before your vision goes white. Your heart pounds in your ears so loudly, it's the only thing that exists for an instant. And then you shatter with a perfectly soft cry, bliss breaking across you like a heavy wave, and you succumb to exhaustion.Â
Behind you, he groans, fucking you faster through it, snarling something entirely incomprehensible.Â
You think you might say his name, you donât know what your mouth is doing, but whatever you say, it breaks him and you are dragged through another low shock, the flood of cum deep into your achy cunt enough to contract your walls again, his harsh groan stuffing your ears just as full.Â
The rain is barely louder than your desperate attempts to breathe.Â
The tarp crackles as you slump forward onto your stomach, Ezra dropping to his side with half his body over yours. Panting raggedly, his hand curls up to the base of your neck, a reassurance of his presence and commitment when words have failed him.Â
You lay like that for a long time.
And then, when feeling starts to return to your limbs, you turn your head, your nose rubbing against his. When you breathe hotly across his face, he grins a satisfied grin that splits into a chuckle. You laugh with him too, curling up into his chest, his forearm is sticky across your spine, and he kisses your forehead.
Staring up at the tarp, together you listen to the rain.Â
In the long drawn out, buzzy silence, his nails scratch the base of your skull. And then, like he remembered something vital, he picks his head up and looks at you.
âDo you want this to change things for us?âÂ
âYes.â You cup the muscles of his thick neck. âYes, Ezra. I want this to change everything between us. Please.âÂ
He smiles, unguarded and open.Â
âWild horses never stood a chance . . . especially against these tits.â He nips at the swell of your breast and you laugh. âI had no plans of letting you go in any case . . . but we are bound from this day forward. You know that, donât you?â
You nod. A stroke of heat passes over his eyes and Ezra leans forward to kiss you, his hand on your cheek pulling you in close, as close as you can be, two sticky bodies, cum-dried and tingling.
âAnd if weâre going to spend every year of our lives together, I have a question for you.â he pushes away a stray strand of hair stuck to your face, nose tip to nose tip, âdid you have a good birthday, Neptune? Are you satisfied?â
With a giggle that has his eyebrow arching playfully, you kiss his cheek.
âI already told you. This was the best birthday Iâve ever had.âÂ
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Loving someone who loves you back.
đȘŒ: so this was supposed to be an Izuku snapping at reader but I couldn't bring myself to write about this man being mad... IÂŽm sorry not sorry but maybe in the future I could actually get that done. Maybe? Idk today I wanted to cry myself to sleep.
Warnings: rude people, mentions of self-depricating thoughts (but none explicitly written), low self-steem, crying
Genre: reverse comfort Series: Boku No Hero Academia
Pairing: Izuku Midoriya Ă GN! Y/N Words' count: 1.26k
Izuku's known as a selfless man, a selfless heroâyour selfless hero at that.
He's always looking out closely while on patrol to do not let the slightest suspicious thing get out of his sight and catch danger in any form that may present itself, day by day.
People recognize him, greet him, smile polightly, shout excitedly, ask for a photograph with him, a signatureâyes, his status has really given him a grand popularity.
But just as much as he greets back, gives small chats, returns a bright smile, shouts back, takes photographs and gives off signatures, he also encounters rude people every once in a while.
He brushes it off, he really tries to when it does so happen.
His first thought being 'they might just have a bad day, everyone has it!', always empathazing and letting people's disrespect get lost in the wind.
Until that wind comes back in a hurricane when the bad day hits him instead.
He brushes it off, or so he thinks. But he knows and you know tooâeverything anyone's ever told him got into him one way or another.
Thus making him the person you're so proud of to call today your husband, yes, you admit Izuku has this great mindset of turning the imposibleâeven if it's with tiny stepsâa little more possible with progress.
He has a contagious positivity, you know it and he knows it.
'Then why can't I be positive today too? They need reassurance,' he thinks as he just got on a mission out of the city on places were being too powerful or too weak were seen badly.
He's tried greeting, smiling, but has only received scoffs and some offensive comments towards heroes in general. A tiny percentage of the poblation going too far and talking about him in specific being the last drop to spill the glass.
He gets in his hotel roomâafter being ignored by the workers when he entered and gave a small 'goodnight' out of his habit of being politeâplops in the bed and moves his hands to rest on top of his eyes.
'Don't cry,' he pleads himself. 'They're way more debastated here, you must show a reassuring attitude to let them see heroes mean no harm.'
A tear falls, then a second one and a third one.
It's not until he's fully sobbing with all the harsh emotions he bottled up in the day or even when he was still in the city that he hears his phone had your shared favorite song as your contact's ringtone that he stops spiralling further. A videocall from you.
"Hi! I just wanted to call to tell you goodnight quickly, I know you must be tire-" a sob. You heard him sob once, then twice.
"Izuku?" You got worried, he still hadn't said anything and he got his camera turned to the ceiling that could barely be seen due to the lack of light in the room.
Thinking he might have had a rough day you come up with a quick plan to help him.
"Hey, I know you're usually the one talking but I'll kindly request to do so tonight," you ask and even though he didn't answer either way you spoke again, "alright, and-well, I know I said I'll talk but I'd like to do something else as well..."
For a moment there was complete silence, then bed sheets being shifted around and a couple of grunts coming from your side. It gave Izuku's mind the chance to start wondering towards self-depricating thoughts again, until he heard something close to a documental.
"Aaand with that final blow Pro-hero Deku achieves victory and citizens' safety once again! ...Watch him throw his fist in the air meaning peace has been brought to us again!" A male commenter's vivid voice declared. "Deku helped a grown adult cross the sidewalk, look at this cute pictures!" Then a female's. "Oh, I'd kill to get Deku to patrol in my city," a foreigner's voice mentioned exhasperatedly.
You were showing him a copilation of videos fans of his had made of all his greatest and little heroic actions. Each of them spoke so highly of himâdiscussed and analyzed his movements and in-the-moment decisions through and throughâjust as he once did with the heroes he admired. He now was one of them, people admire him.
He could see and feel people's positivity reaching out to him, to help him too. By now, his tears had stopped, only a few sniffles could be heard.
"And last but not least," you whispered to do not break the comforting low volume tonight's call has had, "So, what do you think about Deku?" a reporter's voice. Izuku perked up at this and you internally celebrated you could see more of his face now that he's grabbed his phone with both hands and brought them closer to watch the video you were reproducing in your laptop.
He recalled that voice and that question. "The kindest and brightest people I've ever met, really." You answered.
This interview had been made by fans all across the country once the news about Deku's fiancé were leaked out. You turned to admire Izuku who had been surrounded with more paparazzi. The camera caught it all.
He remembered hearing that voice only faintly behind him.
You've both had been returning from a date and (un)fortunately been caught by a fan of his. People crashing into each other to get a hold of you two. They managed to separate you from him to interrogate you individually as on their plans.
But once he started politely answering some of their questions, he couldn't hear anything else than his voice and cameras' clicking.
You never told him they had interviewed you too, how could he not seen or thought about that?
Izuku observed keenly through the whole thing. You only spoke praises and your eyes, oh your eyes, they kept solely on his form.
Sure, you apologized a couple of times for going out of topic or speaking too muchâ'just as I'd do,' he thoughtâbut kept on doing it seemingly in an unconscious manner.
"Why'd you choose Deku?" their last question. "Izuku, he has taught me about many good things in life I can no longer count them with both hands, he's been the sweetest and most honest being I've known-also, a greatly empathetic and understanding person, and for that I admire him even more, but also know about some of his struggles and as my love grows stronger each day my heart begs to help him, I want to help him too."
Your eyes got glassy as you spoke, the people got silent, internally crying for such words from you and both of you being so lucky for being with each other. As some started cheering you both and cooing, you'd made it closer to him until you could catch him by surprise in the middle of his last question with a peck on his cheek.
Then the screen turned black.
Now you both were sniffling...
"I love you Izuku, I really hope I can show you and help you just as much as you've done for me." You expressed firmly, closing your laptop and smiling through some tears.
"Thank you, thank you so much-I-I really appreciate I do-don't know what to say-" "-don't worry, there's no need Izuku, I, I just hope my message has gotten through..."
"It did," now that he had the screen closer, it enlighted a bit more his face and you could see him smiling too. "I love you too."
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Ivyyyyyyyy >.< you're the worsttttt(read: BEST) oh my god the thoughts im having abt dilic with a period kink rn. Gawd and he doesn't even know it's a period kink, he thinks it's absolutely normal to do nasty things with his girl while she's bleeding out and feels proud about it that HE can take her pain away
OMG continuing the diluc saga but yan dilic thinks darling's period is the perfect opportunity to finally put his hands on darling. He knows you're in pain so he promises, he's doing this for YOU not him (lies) he'll ease it in gently and make it feel good! Soon darling will forget all about those cramps bc of him him him! He doesnt need to feel as guilty bc he's helping you out.....right? OMG PLS write something abt thissss, it can be any yandere or oc but im going crazy after what u saiddd
Hehe, you're welcome! I began writing this as just a talk, but decided mid-way through to make it a scenario!
a/n: I wrote this before my hiatus and coming back to correct it, I found so many mistakes, it doesn't even feel like I wrote this smh... I did my best to polish it a bit since I can't see myself rewriting it in the future but if you find anything oddly worded just ignore it lol I wasn't myself back then :')
[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]
I can just see the cock cogs turning in this idiot's head as he racks his brain about how he can help you. Clearly, you're in pain, but no matter how many more times he calls a physician to have a look, they just keep waving off his concerns. It's normal, they say. You're healthy. That's what everyone has to go through.
And yet he sees you writhing and crying in painâit's breaking his heart!
Pillow pressed to your stomach, tears in your eyes that you can't blink away fast enough before they fall. You're especially irritable, but it hurts him more when you whine and complain; Diluc wanting to help you now more than ever. He's already gone through the usual stuff, the imported water bottles from Snezhnaya and the chocolate from Fontaine. If you utter so much as a craving, he has the servants scramble to get it to you. Nothing is too expensive or too hard to get. You could have asked for the heads of your enemies, and Diluc would have brought them to you with ribbons and glitter if that had helped with your pains.
But alas, it doesn't.
It's been three days, and his nerves are raw, the bags under his eyes dark, and the burden of your health weighs heavily on Diluc. He can't see how things will ever get better. The other times you were on your period were conveniently skipped by business trips, so this is hitting him full force.
"Exercising might help," one of the maids suggests as he forces himself to consult someone more knowledgeable than him.
"Sometimes, my wife likes a little stimulation to alleviate the pain," a vintner chuckles, winking at Diluc as the word of his helplessness spreads. And suddenly, inappropriate ideas get stuck in his head, making him blush like a young lad in love.
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Taking a deep breath, Diluc raised his hand to knock on your bedroom door. It was terribly late, the servants asleep and only the eery flickering of his candle guiding him through the night. Most likely, you were tugged in and fighting for your well-deserved sleep, so he hesitated, fist hanging in the air before slowly dropping it to his side.
What he was about to do was not only foolish but also filled him with the same burning in his body as using his vision did. He could feel the warmth sweep over him from his head to his toes, the latter curling in his shoes while most of the heat was throbbing between his legs, aching to connect with your warmth in a less-than-innocent way.
However, these feelings were nothing compared to the agony of the last few days.
If this was what he had to do to help you alleviate the pain, he would. If it was for you, Diluc would do anything in his power, whether to protect or help you. If he had to become a mere plaything so you'd be freed of the pain, then his concerns were a small sacrifice for all the good he was going to do.
Brushing his hair back, Diluc took a deep breath, reminding himself there was nothing wrong with wanting to help. If the method the vintner suggested worked, everyone would be happy. And if not, he'd keep searching for ways to free you of the pain. Turning the key in the door lock, he pulled it out before slowly entering your room, ensuring he could give you two the privacy needed in this situation.
To his surprise, you were still awake.
You made a half-hearted attempt at a greeting, but when you noticed it was him, you only scoffed, turning away. It hurt when you gave him the cold shoulder so callously, but Diluc knew you were the one suffering at that moment, not him. He could forgive you for being dismissive of him. Your bedside lamp was still on, and he could see you clutching a pillow to your belly, his own stomach cramping up with remorse, even though, logically, he knew it wasn't his fault. He loved you as you were, the good and bad days, your misery becoming his own much too easily these days.
Setting down the candle on your table, he walked over to you. But not before locking the door from the inside, just so he could give himself a few more seconds before his approach. Every step cost him a lot of discipline, being near you never having been this hard. Even when he looked confident around you, Diluc only ever felt weak. You made him vulnerable. Desperate. Longing for your love and affection was all he was allowed to do, so even just watching your chest rise and fall set him ablaze.
Pushing off his shoes, Diluc focused on the little space you left at the edge of the bed. It was the only space he could see that was reserved for him, as he didn't deserve to share your bed, in your opinion. Yet, when he climbed in, pulling the cover over himself and snaking his arm around your waist, he was enveloped in your scent, your hair tickling his skin as he breathed in deeply. Had he known that heaven was hiding so closely to him, he might not have waited so long to come and see you.
"What are you--" you complained, pushing yourself away from him. But Diluc's hand had already wandered beneath the pillow, feeling the hot water bottle you kept secured there, only to replace it with his palm. He was just as, if not hotter than anything the servants could procure for you; his body temperature naturally elevated from his vision. It wouldn't burn you, but with his hand hugging your lower belly, it was much more effective and fitting than any appliance might be.
And you fell for it, even if just for a split second.
For a moment, you leaned into the comfort of his palm, the pain vanishing in the blink of an eye. Diluc even caught you sighing briefly before you came to your senses, jolting and pushing away from him, only to get stuck inside the blanket and pressed up against him. Diluc couldn't help but grin, having read your actions before they even occurred to you, but of course, this was a serious matter, so he quickly composed himself.
"H-Hey!" you yelled as his hand drifted lower, his face burying into the nape of your neck. He wasn't there to dilly-dally but to be of service. To help you in your time of need. By the time Diluc pressed his lips to your skin and his fingers between your legs, you understood his intentions as well, perhaps misinterpreted, but clear as day.
He was going to fuck the pain away.Â
If exercise and stimulation helped others, maybe it would do the same for you. His fingers were met with warm slick, your body flinching when he moved over your clit. Perhaps his calloused hands weren't made for caressing and soft touches but for teasing and stimulating. Judging by how puffy your lower lips were, worked up from days of rubbing your legs together and your panties aggravating them mercilessly, you were in dire need of his help.
"Don't fight it. You're not alone in this," Diluc reassured you as you squirmed in his hold, biting back the salacious sounds of pleasure you were keeping from his ears. You were so mean, keeping every little taste of appreciation from Diluc, knowing how much it meant to him. But he'd endure. Even when your ass ground back against his cock, making it incredibly hard to not focus on his needs as well, he'd put you first in all of this.
When he slipped his pointer and middle finger towards your entrance, a tremor went through your body, a gasp slipping out from between your lips. Diluc never knew how easy it was to get inside another person, greeted warmly and happily by your hole clenching around his fingers.
His kisses became more fervent against your neck, teeth snapping out as he felt like he was losing himself in your scent and warmth. The pushes of his hips against your ass became faster, your cheeks fitting so well around his shaft. You yelled at him to stop, but he barely heard you through the sounds of your sloppy, wet cunt, blood mingling with eager juices to allow him more reach inside you. It was almost as if he could hear them beg for him to go deeper, which just wasn't possible with his knuckles in the way, no matter how much he tried.
Forgotten was the pain as pleasure raked its claws through both of you, and yet, Diluc still heard you whine and sob as he scissored his fingers through your inside. It wasn't enough. He opened his eyes he didn't know he had closed, staring at your expression curiously. All he saw was anger and disgust, your teeth bared and ready to snap, while he could feel your nails digging into his arm. And yet, when he found your eyes, he saw a very different version of events. Lust, desire, longing. You wanted more, and Diluc wouldn't refuse such a request.
Slipping a leg between yours, he pried them apart, spreading you open wide. You gasped, squirming and trying to cut off his access, but Diluc only had to lean back to steal your balance, your body reliant on his while he gained more space on your bed. The hardest part was freeing his cock from the restraint of his pants, the fabric soggy with both your juices as well as his own pre-cum pearling off the tip of his engorged cock.
Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of your wet cunt greeting his eager cock. No imagining of this situation could have come close to the throbbing heat, your walls convulsing around his fingers in eager expectation. Diluc placed his tip against his fingers, planning to slip them out and take the opening to sink into you, but with how wet the combination of blood and juices was, he felt himself slipping away, kissing your clit instead.
And for the first time, you moaned.
It was the sound of angels and everything nice, and he drew his hips back, trying again to fill you with his cock, missing it just an inch. All good things are three, and when he finally plunged it deep inside your pussy, you weren't the only one yowling in pleasure. No matter what he had imagined his first time with you to be, nothing would ever top the mess he caused between your legs, his cock ready to burst as it pulsated violently inside your equally as ready cunt.
He could feel the waves of pleasure going through you, the shudders in your limbs as he began to slowly press forward, kissing the last few inches of his reach. You remained stiff as a plank, but when he pulled out halfway before sinking in deep again, you were unable to keep your mouth shut, an elongated moan making its way to Diluc's ears, letting him know it was the right thing after all.
Immediately, any hesitation fell off him as he dragged his cock out and sunk it back into you. Fingers retreated to your clit, continuing to slip off and assault the little knob over and over while your walls clenched around his shaft, making you feel every one of his throbs and ridges, the heat between you two almost scorching.
Part of him couldn't believe it worked. That he actually managed to help you with this trick. But he'd have been a liar if he said it wasn't a pleasure for him, too. Diluc could never have dreamed about your proficiency in driving him wild, from your hot, puffy pussy wrapping around him to the improper sounds he had never heard coming from your lips before. The blood kept you so wet and loud down there; it was like you were synching your moans with your pussy, sloppy as they were.
It couldn't have been better, a shudder going through you from head to toe, your feet curling as you gurgled. Diluc wrapped his free arm around your throat, pulling you against him and burying his face in your shoulder as you came hard, juices leaking out, red dripping on the clean sheets with the blanket long discarded.
You were gasping for air as he plunged right back into you, waiting but a mere few seconds of yours before pursuing his own orgasm. Selfishly, but unable to stop. Diluc was already too deep in it, quite literally, your orgasm making your inside tight around him, but it posed no challenge with how drenched you both were.
A strained groan escaped Diluc as he buckled, feeling the first squirts of cum shoot out of him before he drew back, popping out of your cunt and covering it in his cum. His tip got stuck on your clit, as his jizz ejected under the pressure of his orgasm, making you mewl as you were once again stimulated. It would be a mess to clean, but it had been worth it.
You two collapsed, spent and dirty, but Diluc slipped his palm back over your lower stomach, rubbing the collection of juices over your soft skin, leaving a red trail. Kissing the side of your head, he was trying to collect his breath and thoughts, barely able to think straight as the feelings of happiness and his relief kept him in a chokehold.
"Better?" he asked, his voice a blissful rumble as he pulled you firmer against him.
But all he was met with was a cold glare and tears in your eyes. "I-I'm sorry," he stuttered instinctively, immediately feeling bad. What had he done to upset you again? Your teeth were biting into your lip as if you were holding back a tirade of screaming, ready to explode.
His cock twitched between your legs, bloody and so, so wet.
"I'll make it better! I promise! I will definitely make it better," he tried to reassure you, dazed with pleasure as he was, unable to see the actual problem with all of this. Your body convulsed in shock as he pressed his tip upwards again, and you gasped loudly as he sunk his inches inside you. This time, he wouldn't fail to make you feel better. And until then, he'd keep going.
All night long, if he had to.
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