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Hello!
I have more sampo thoughts! Surprisingly, not about the recent event but an old event. Or not even the event itself, but something from after it
The memory bubble you get after Aetherium Wars.
Couple of things about memory bubbles before I bring up Sampo or this particular bubbleâs contents. After some (admittedly brief) research on bubbles, Iâve learned theyâre created by Memokeepers to preserve memories and are usually stolen from the original memory holder. In the game there are 21 memory bubbles. 20 of them belong to Herta and can be found around the Space Station. The last one is the one from after Aetherium Wars and is found on Jarilo VI.
I havenât interacted with any of the memory bubbles myself, but I have read through all the dialogue and descriptions on the wiki. The 20 belonging to Herta all seem to put you in the pov of the memory holder. It tells it more like a story, kinda similar to Simulated Universe?
But the Aetherium Wars Bubbles only gives dialogue (very similar to Sampoâs character stories) making us more like an observer and not part of the memory. Unless weâre watching the memory of someone who was watching the conversation, but I feel like thereâd be more description of the setting if that were the case.
I could go on about the content of the conversation, but I think weâve all read through it multiple times. What really caught my attention was the beginning and end dialogue of the bubble.
(taken from the wiki. I havenât done aetherium wars yet ;-;)
Four things stick out to me right away:
The game/The trailblazerâs thoughts notes this feels different
As I mentioned before, there is no description of the scenery showing up before you, but just two figures. My guess as to why is that this bubble wasnât created by a stolen memory, but was made by the memory holder (or at least the memory holder was involved in the process). The memory holder being Sampo
2. Thereâs an implication that this bubble was left on purpose
This only adds to the point above. Thereâs a strong implication that Sampo left this for the Trailblazer to find. You also get an achievement for finding this bubble called Confessions of the Mask which. That kinda says it all.
But now I have two questions, the first being how? It's not said explicitly, but in a conversation with Herta it's implied that Memory Bubbles are only made by Memokeepers. So, if this was left by Sampo, either he got a memokeeper to help him (extremely possible) or he has the power to do it himself (extremely interesting)
My second question is why?Â
Why would he tell us? Why is he telling us in this indirect way? My guess is it has something to do with his mask. The conversation in the bubble mentions Penacony and Sparkle. So,this was probably around the time Sampo started planning to go to Penacony to get his mask. I discussed this with a friend, and she suggested it might even be some sort of warning, which is why itâs done with a memory bubble.Â
That sort of reminds me of the recent event, where Sampo spills a lot about the Fools and the Tavern, information that you would only really know as a Fool, but said it in a way that implied he wasnât a fool. That he heard it from somewhere else, someone else, not that he knew it first hand. I wonder if his mask is sort of.. Making him unstable? (He grew increasingly dark every day) And the 7 day event was another warning. Warning of who he might become when the mask fully takes hold and a warning to not become like him
3. The game/the Trailblazerâs thought recognizes that there are multiple mysterious things about Sampo
Maybe this isnât as important as Iâm making it out to be. After all, we all know something is very Off about Sampo. But the Trailblazer recognizing it feels significant to me. It feels like further confirmation that eventually we will unravel these mysteries. Eventually.
4. âWhen talking to one who wears a mask, always keep your wits about you.â
This. THIS. This statement has been driving me mad since I first saw it. When I read those words I immediately thought of the translated statement from Topazâs trailer:
âOne who is unaccountably solicitous is hiding evil intentionsâ
(if you have no idea what Iâm talking about, itâs one of my first posts)
The statements are not the same. But they feel so strongly similar, like they go hand in hand. Both are warnings. Both tell you to be careful about people who are not how they appear, people with masks and people who are falsely sincere. Both are talking about Sampo. Looking into this made me realize just how many times we've been warned about Sampo. Half of those times being Sampo himself
Something about it just makes my brain light up with possibilities and I feel like I keep pushing the statements together waiting for something to make sense and explain everything else, but Iâve yet to figure it out. So Iâm left here just kind of going insane
But thatâs all I have for now! Maybe someone else will have something
#sampo koski#hsr sampo#honkai star rail#sampo theory#sampo lore#m rambles#god this was so much longer than i thought it'd be#i planned it out on a google doc. it was two pages#I've been binging gt live can you tell#but i was actually looking at this memory bubble to double check something for a completely different sampo thought#and then i noticed all this stuff#might make a post later about that other sampo thought
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LET ME BE THE JUDGE OF THAT - T . NOTT
Mature Content Ahead
Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Enzo are best friend, you have a bi-weekly gossip session at the astronomy tower during your bi-weekly smoke break. During said gossip, Enzo drops some juicy goss about a certain slytherin boy and how he's 'packing', iygwim ;)
Warnings: SMUT, Switch Theo and Reader, Mentions of Smoking, Graphic descriptions of sex, Slight Male!Receiving Oral, Squirting
A/N: I apologise for any spelling mistakes or slightly off sentences. I did proof read but I am dyslexic with acrylics on so my spelling gets progressively worse.
Theodore Nott. The man he was. He was one of your friends, he was in the group of the original slytherins from day dot. You always harboured something towards him - you just didn't know if it was feelings or pure lust. The man was an absolute pantie dropper. He just got even hotter with puberty.
Though he wasn't as much as a whore as Mattheo, he definitely stuck his dick in a few things (stupid bitches). There were many rumours about him but no one knew it was real, no one kiss and told with him. For all you knew he could've been an absolute virgin. But one of the rumours was true, Enzo mentioned over your bi-weekly free period cig break in the Astronomy tower.
"Oh! I've got some goss for you" Enzo chuckled as he pointed his slender fingers at you. His cigarette perfectly slotted inbetween his index and middle.
"What?" You looked over at him intruiged, as you stayed sat against the railing of the tower, your feet dangling over the old cobble below.
"Theo" He smirked. If you were a dog your ears would've perked up. The way your body instantly sat up straight away as you looked over at him more alert than ever. Your hand paused infront of you, the cig butt burning out. "Its big" He winked.
"Oh fuck off 'Zo" You took a puff from your cig, letting it hit your throat before exhaling. "You're full of shit, I'm not sitting here and listening to you bullshit another stupid 'Big Dick of Hogwarts' again. Do you know I actually got with Adrien just to fucking see" You rolled your eyes.
Enzo laughed "Did you actually?!"
You nodded as you inhaled the smoke from your cigarette, flicking the end as ash fell from the tip. "Well embarassing too, was so turned off at the.. what 3 inches I had to work with, just walked out" You groaned.
Enzo snickered but collected himself. "I'm serious though, it's literally huge. He sent a picture to the lads groupchat-"
"Why?" You cut him off
"We wanted to compare dick sizes so we measure it against our DADA text books" Enzo shrugged.
"You lot are fucking stupid..." You shook your head. "But.. out of interest where abouts was it? Would you say centered with the authors name in the centre or? I know the book is 15 inches tall" You spoke, putting out your cig on the metal bar.
"Jesus fucking Christ you are a freak" Enzo laughed putting out his cigarette beside yours. "But it was to the title lettering"
You stood up in shock. "You're saying Theodore Nott has a 9 inch penis.."
"How do you know the size- Wait I'll just show you" He pulled his phone out of his pocket, pulling up the groupchat and showing you the picture. Now with Enzo, if you couldn't guess it by now, he was the male gay of the group - him and Pans representing the rainbow together. You all thought it would be Blaise he turns out he ended up hitting it off well with Luna Lovegood.
"No.. fucking way" You gripped the muggle phone as you stared at the picture. "This makes me want to fuck Theo even more 'Zo. I've been toying with the idea but fuck this solidifies it"
Enzo laughs "Well he's been having a 'dry spell at the moment' said he can't get it up because of an 'inconsistency' he said but he won't tell anyone. Sounds like he's seen something that'll only make him hard".
"Inconsistency? Pfft, I'll be the judge of that" You smirked.
"Oh I bet you will" He snickered.
"Jesus, this cig break was crazy" You laughed, giving Enzo his phone back and the two of you walked down the steps of the tower.
"I'll update you if I hear anything more from Mr 9 inches" Enzo winks.
You shook your head bidding him a goodbye.
Later that day, You made your way into the dungeons, walking to Enzo's dorm to tell him about the crazy fight between Astoria and a random Ravenclaw over Draco.
"Zo you'll never fucking believe it. Astoria ate shit today and got her ass handed to by a Raven...claw-" You flung open the door, looking up and locking eyes to chest with a very naked, towel covered sadly, Theo.
"My eyes are up here bella" He smirked.
You gawked at him, shocked to see him, especially how chiseled he was... as your mouth practically salivated at the sight of him.
"Bella?" Theo chuckled at your frozen figure.
"Respectfully Theo, I've always found you so fucking hot. But now I'm going to have to definitely suck you off" You smirked up at him.
He snickered as he gazed at you. His tongue running across his bottom lip before biting it. "You really dont play around... Come on then"
You slammed the door behind you as you lunged yourself at Theo, crashing your lips onto his. His hands roaming your body as your slid from his shoulders to his damp chest. Your fingers working through the crevasses slowly.
"My.. my.. So eager" He laughed as you pushed him back against a bed while yanking at the towel watching as he caught himself with his hands on the bed, sitting up as he supported himself completely naked.
You bit your lip as you dropped to your knees. "Fuck.. Enzo wasn't lying" You placed your hands on his thighs.
"What?" Theo froze.
"Enzo showed me your dick pic.. Its even bigger in person though" You bit your lip.
"Fucking Enzo.. So you saw my cock and now wanna suck it because of a picture?"
"Yeah pretty much" You licked a stripe up the base of his shafts to the tip as you peered up at him smirking as he let out a shaky gasp.
"You are a weird one Y/N.. Now hurry up before I fuck your face with it" He groaned slightly agitated at being teased.
"He also said about your inconsistency to get it up Nott.. you seem to not be having an issue" You smirked as you took his length into your hands as you jerked him off slightly as you kissed up his pelvis.
"Don't act so suprised bella.. We both know it was because of you and that cheeky thong of yours. Why'd you think that was OK?" Theo sighed as he bit his lip peering down at you.
"Me?" You questioned.
You peered outside your door, looking left and right before slithering out. You really wanted to grab some water from the kitchen but it was so late and you couldn't be asked to wait till breakfast.
You snuck out the common room, running down to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water but also stealing a few biscuits while you were at it.
You had successfully made it back to the common room, slowly walking down the stairs before turning to walk up the stairs to your dorm. You felt a presence near you but you, looked around and saw no one. So you shrugged it off.
Third POV
"Fuck-" Theo hissed as he flicked his cigarette out the window as he stared at your figure stood at the end of the stairs.
The way you stood in your little black knee high socks, paired with an absolute ravishing black lace thong - leaving nothing to Theo's imagination. Not only that, a tiny crop top with underboov practically spilling out. Theodore was spoilt by this view. He noticed you didn't notice him as you crept back upstairs. The growing tent in his joggers as he stood up to readjust but ending up moaning at the slight friction of the fabric.
What you didn't know, is that night Theo went and jacked off 6 times thinking about you. He'd never came so much, let alone been so weak for anyone. You were all he could think about for weeks. Even when he came to the situation of fucking a random ass Ravenclaw after a party, he couldn't get it up. It wasn't until he thought about that night. You. He could. He ended up ploughing the fuck out of that poor Ravenclaw imaging the girl was you. After that he vowed to celibacy until he could get his hands on you.
"What are you talking about" You laughed as you kitten licked his tip, staring up at him as he fought back his moans. His fists whitening as he clenched then tightly.
"I.. saw you" He gulped, submitting and sitting on the bed as you shuffled closer. "Two weeks ago- You went somewhere I don't fucking know. But you were in a tiny fucking thong and- there was just so much boob and ass.." You tilted your head as you stared at him. "Y/N- I fucked my shit so hard- I fucked a random bitch- I nearly fucking moaned your name" He was pratically begging for you at this point.
You stood up, straddling his hips as you smirked at him, caressing his cheek. "I'm flattered Nott, if you wanted to fuck me you should've just asked" You bit your lip.
"God- S'bad.. I want you so bad Y/N" He pratically whimpered as his cock twitches up against your thigh.
"Who knew Theodore Nott was a begger.. especially with all this" You chuckled, running your hand up his whole length. You lifted your thong to the side as you lined up his dick with your entrance as you slowly sank down on it. Sighing softly as the poor boy whimpered under you.
"Good boy" You cooed, ruffling his hair as you slowly rocked your hips back and forth, biting your lip at the feeling of his dick moving inside of you, hitting your G-spot every. fucking. time.
"I fucking hate.. how weak you make me" He whines, a soft pout upon his lips as his hands grasp at your clothed breasts through your uniform.
You capture his lips, kissing him softly, speaking between the breaths- "You're so.. fucking.. hot.." You sighed as you arched your back, throwing your head back as you gripped his shoulders as you sped up the pace as you rode him. Your hips buckling against his chest as you left out soft whines and moans. Supporting yourself by your arms but you were growing weak. As much as it was hot to see a submissive Theodore, his dick was perfectly hitting your G-spot every fucking time that you were crumbling.
You threw your head forward, looking at Theo as you panted, your mouth open agape as you stared down at him. Lust in your eyes. "Ruin me Nott" you gagged out.
It was like a code word or something. In that moment, Theo pulled out and flipped you over. Ripping off your uniform but leaving your tie on. Slapping your ass harshly as he theusted his dick back into you, tugging on your tie, choking you slightly as he began to piston into you from behind. You gasped, a moan catching in your throat as your head leaned back slightly at the tug of the tie as you felt Theo's hand grip at your neck tightly as you gasped.
"Good girl.. Be good for me.. principessa" He whispered lowly as he let go of your tie, wrapping an arm around your waist as he yanked you up, leaning your back against his chest. You moaned lightly, gritting your teeth as his dick absolutely crushed your insides. His lips upon your neck, biting and sucking on the skin, as his free hand gripped your left breast.
"Fuck!" You whined out as you gasped. The overwhelming feeling of his dick and his touch was driving you insane. "I'm co-" You screamed out as he sped up his thrusts. You gripped his thighs, digging your nails into them as you screamed out. Your eyes rolling back as you let out a low groan as you came harshly against his dick.
Theo let go of you, letting you fall forward against the bed as you panted heavily, breath shaky as you gripped at the sheets below you. His dick still in you as he stared down at your twitching body.
"I'm not done yet, amore mio" He smirked, slapping your ass as he pulled out. Flipping you over as he leaned over kissing you softly. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling his closer as you sucked on tongue as he gasped feeling him enter you once again.
"Theo- I don't think I can take anymore" You panted, giggling softly, slightly scared.
"You will" He smiled at you, kissing your cheek as he slowly dragged himself in and out of you. "I need to cum too, and you need to come atleast 2 more times" He winked.
His lips captured yours as he kissed you passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hand finding it's way through his curls as you tugged on them with each pummel into your G-spot. Theo definitely knew how to use all inches of his deadly weapon. You did question why you left it so long.
He pulled away, peppering kisses down your jaw, neck and collarbone, nibbling and sucking lightly occasionally scattering hickies and marks. "So. Beautiful" He growled as he grit his teeth. His grip on the headboard directly above you tightened as he thrusted harder onto you.
"T-Theo" you yelped, scratching down his back harshly with your sharp acrylics. Gasping as he cocked his leg up slightly hitting into you at a tilted angle driving you insane.
"Doing so good, darling. You look so beautiful" He pecked your lips as his grip tightened on his bed frame, thrusting faster as the bed below the pair of you began to creak with each movement. "Good girl.. You are doing so well" He kissed your cheek softly as you let out a soft string of moans.
Your eyes rolled back slightly as your panting became erratic, your toes curling as you shrieked, digging your nails further into his back. "Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck- I'm cumming!" You screamed out as you arched your back, your legs twitching as Theo continued to relentlessly pound into you, showing no remorse for your sensitive state. You yelped loudly, throwing your head forward, locking eyes with him as the knot harshly unwrapped in your stomach as you came harshly against him. He continues to fuck you through your high causing you to squirt. Everywhere.
You threw your head back, squinting your eyes as you gritted your teeth whining as your hands fell from his back to the sheets as you fisted them. It took you a moment to come round, you were seeing white during your high. You noticed Theo slow down, but still continuing to slowly pump into you. You felt his hand caress your cheek as he chuckled softly.
"You alright bella? Thought I lost you there" He smirked softly as he kissed your forehead.
You looked up at him, panting softly, pulling his neck as you placed a soft kiss on his lips. "You're going to kill me Nott.. How have you still not came-" You groaned.
He laughed, hooking his arms under your thighs, he lifted you up causing you to shriek. The boy stood up, lowering you once against fully on his length. His hands gripping your ass as he thrusted into you. Your body recoiling against him as your skin slapped harshly against his.
"Fuck- There-" You gulped biting your lip as your hands gripped his shoulders.
"Love making you feel good.. I could make you cum all day, I don't care if i do too" You groaned, his jaw tensing as you noticed his dick twitch inside of you. He walked across the room, your body rebounding every thrust back into him as you whimpered lowly. He pushed you up against the door, his pace quickening once he leant u against it.
"Fuck yes! You're so tight for me bella, just for me-" He moaned softly into your ear as his face buried into your neck. Soft whimpers leaving his lips turning you on even more. Your hips bucked against him as you tightened your core as you began to lift yourself to bounce up and down. Soft moans leaving your lips as he bit at your neck, whining into your skin.
"M'close!-" He yelped, gulping as he kissed your roughly. You pulled him as close as you could as he continued to plough into you against the door. The pair of you gaining closer and closr to your releases. His thrusts progressively becoming more erratic.
Suddenly, Theo halted before he drop you to your feet, pulling out as you gasped at the sudden lack of pleasure. He pulls you to the bed again, pushing you face first down as he climbed ontop of you. You had no time to compute what was going on or question him. It all happened so fast. His legs eitherside yours trapping you down as he slaps your ass. A soft yelp leaving your lips as he spread your ass and thighs with his hand as he pushed back in. The boy was fucking mounting you like a horse.
He kisses your shoulder messily as he bites down on it, his thrusts becoming messy as you gripped at the sheets again. "Tell me if your- uncomftable" He groaned in your ear. His thrusts growing messier and messier as he sped up. His poor bed frame screaming for a break, constant creaking and slamming against the wall as you both moaned. You were worried for the dorm next door, the pair of you didn't think of a silencing charm.
His whimpering driving you over the edge as you screamed into the pillow. Theo knew you were close, he could feel it as you tightened around him.
The boy chased for his high along with you. You both letting out some rather unattractive groans and whines as you drew close together.
"Sei cosi' sexy" (You're so sexy) He groaned, nibbling at your shoulder as he continued to whimper softly in your ear. His pants become erratic as he continued to thrust into you, at a wildly animalistic pace. "Mio, tu sei mio..~" (Mine, you are mine..~) he whined out, pushing your hair aside as he sucked at your neck. His pants becoming gasps as his dick twitched inside of you. You had no clue what he was saying, but his Italian accent was making you even more wet.
"FUCK!-" you screamed as you sobbed into the pillow, biting the plush object as you harshly came against his thrusts as he sped up one last time, before delving deep inside of you, practically burying himself and his cum deep inside of you.
"Porca puttana, cosi' stretto! Tutto mio. Ti amo, cazzo-" (Holy shit, so tight! All mine. I fucking love you-) He groaned as he held himself above you, his arms shaking as he panted heavily. "Holy fuck.." He collected himself before pulling out and crashing beside you, pushing his hair out of his face.
The pair of you had a few minutes of silence, panting heavily and collecting yourself together.
You lifted your hair out of the pillow as you turned to look at his fucked out face beside you. You let out a soft snicker as you moved to cuddle him, putting your head on his chest.
Theo didn't know you knew a bit of Italian not much, but enough to know he just professed his love for you.
"Ti amo" You smiled up at him. His face shot to you, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed.
"You understood?-" He gulped.
"Only slightly but, I love you too Theo" You kissed his cheek.
He shook his head, laying a soft kiss on your lips.
The two of you cuddled a bit longer before you retreated to the shower where you went another round. You don't know how you did it. Your legs certainly hate you at this point. He decided to leave some nasty bite marks and hickies on your thighs. He even drew blood a few times but that's something the two of you can toy with later...
Later you stumbled down the stairs in one of Theo's tshirts. Your hair very messy and skin peppered in hickies and bites from neck to thigh. Theo followed behind you.
You noticed your friends sat upon the couches in the common room.
You looked to Enzo "Can confirm it is definitely 9 inches" You both laughed as your friends look at you confused.
"Who-" Draco questioned before gasps came from them all as Theo walked downstairs, covered in scratch marks, bites and hickies as he stood behind you ruffling his hair in just his trackies.
"Oh my god" Pansy gawked.
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Temperance (1/3)
pairing: wanda maximoff x female!reader plot: Your best friend Kate convinced you to do charity work in Sokovia with some of your old classmates, including your former bully Vision and his girlfriend Wanda Maximoff, who you inconveniently took too much of a liking in. warnings: 18+ !! minors dni. wanda is with vision... also, suggestive content I guess word count: 1115
Patience is a virtue. Patience is the solution. These have been your only thoughts for days now. From a self-imposed affirmation to a recurring echo in your head, this reminder is all you had to get through the situation at hand. What else could you do? Keep trying to ignore your desire? The craving that has kept you awake for days and nights?
The thing is, you may be able to trick your brain for a while. Convince yourself that the way her nose wrinkles when she grins doesn't do anything to you. That the way her middle and ring finger draw the same patterns over and over again on the pages of her book whenever she is deep in thought, doesn't stir something inside of you. That the muffled moans coming from her and Vision's room at night don't bother you. Your brain has managed to lie to itself for a long time, but you can no longer ignore what Wanda is doing to you. So instead of denying your feelings, you decided that you have to sit through them. Until you can finally leave this place.
You weren't planning on pining after your old classmate's girlfriend, but here you were. Miles away from home, locked up with the constant reminder that you can never be with Wanda the way you want to. Originally, the three months in Sokovia were supposed to fulfill you. You just wanted to take care of the local street dogs with your best friend Kate. Do something good. That was it.
âCome on y/n, you've always had a heart for street animals,â your best friend said to you at the time. Back then she turned up at your door without a warning and told you about this great trip Vision had planned.
âKate, I barely got anything done last semester. I can't waste another one. Besides, my boss never gives me that long of a vacation.â
You knew Kate wouldn't leave your apartment until you said yes. You could tell by the way her eyes were gleaming. How she slightly bend over the table you were sitting at, her gaze not leaving you for one second. Of course, the whole thing is much easier for Kate. Her mother is filthy rich. Kate can basically do whatever she wants. She could disappear for one year, travel the world with money she didn't earn and wouldn't have to worry about her life back home for one moment. You don't have that luxury.
âThink about it. First of all, you do something that fulfills you. Besides, I know you y/n. You haven't wanted to work in that rancid bakery for months. We'll find something new for you afterwards. Not to mention that volunteering to help street dogs for three months looks great on your CV. Plus: I heard Vision rented a mansionâ
Vision. The name alone triggered something in you. Vision is not only the son of the famous billionaire Tony Stark, but also a giant asshole. Before Vision knew you were friends with Kate, he took every opportunity to trigger you in some way. Like standing in front of your locker with his group of followers for no reason, just so you couldn't get to it. The worst thing he ever did was probably when he stole your notebook and read out loud in class what you had written about your former classmate Natasha. Some cheesy and cringe poem you managed to suppress from your memories. From that day on, it wasn't just the whole school that knew you liked women. You also were never able to look Natasha in the eye again. But Vision somehow always managed to come out of it okay. His reputation was disgustingly squeaky clean.
âIt's so weird imagining Vision doing something voluntarily that doesn't serve only himself. Are you sure he isn't just joking?,â you had asked back then.
âI think he has really changed since high school. Besides, his girlfriend is originally from Sokovia and I think it was her idea? I don't know for sure. But please, y/n, join me. I'd do anything to spend more than an hour a week with my best friend. And this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! Vision specifically asked if you want to join.â
You've never been able to deny Kate a wish. But also, it's never led you into such a miserable situation before. So this is where you were. In a villa far too grand for it to feel like a prison. Besides Vision, Wanda and Kate, there were two other old classmates; Steve and Bucky. Living together turned out to be easier than you thought, especially considering the fact that Vision was there. But your feelings for Wanda kept causing you problems. Whenever the redhead came near you, you started to stumble over your words. One long look alone could throw you completely off balance. But it was even worse when she smiled at you. When she listened to you and her head slightly tilted at the same time. Or when you were cooking and she suddenly appeared behind you, her hand softly placed around your waist and her head set down on your shoulder.
âWhat are you blessing us with this evening?,â she inquired with an almost teasing tone in her voice.
Before you were able to even articulate anything, she took her free hand, slid it along your arm and took the wooden spoon out of your hand.
âMay I?,â her voice dangerously low, as she already moved the spoon towards her mouth, looking straight at you. You just gulped and managed a small nod as Wanda put the spoon in her mouth, her gaze never leaving you as she sucked it clean. Her green eyes were barely visible as her dilated pupils covered them almost completely. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she handed the spoon back to you.
âYou're so good at this y/n,â Wanda groans, her hand which still holds onto your waist making its way to your lower back, smoothly slipping under your loose t-shirt. The cold rings on her fingers on your warm skin immediately sent shivers down your spine. Her pinky slightly slipped under the waistband of your sweatpants before she left you standing alone in the kitchen.
She must do this on purpose. There is no other way.
You thought to yourself. But what was the use? Either you are right and she does it on purpose or you are wrong and project your fantasies onto her. In both cases, it is best to simply stay away from Wanda. Because there is no way you don't end up completely fucked. Right?
: Part 2
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error: f13nd | yandere!qimir x droid!reader
â§content: 18+ mdni, f!reader, smut, angst, blood, toture, violence, alcoholic qimir, p in v, handjob, creampie, dacryphilia, pathetic dom qimir, overstim, everything that comes with yandere tendencies
â§note: please give feedback because the lengths I went through to post this. also, let me know what you think about the concept
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Warm droplets of blood that had grouped on the edge of a busted lip were now flying across the room. The smell of iron filled the entire space much quicker than the screams of the victim it was coming from. Vermillion was splattering onto the walls, tables, and floors. Every time Qimirâs fist met the manâs face, the liquid that was seeping out of his broken skin was running for the hills and some of it had found shelter on Qimir's fabric. For the red that didnât end up staining the wall or his fist, it dripped and mixed itself with tears and saliva until it inevitably made a trail down the man's chest.
âI-I mean,â Qimir shook his head in disbelief while his lip broke into a smirk as he gave himself a moment to laugh. âDid you honestly think I wouldnât find out?â he asked. Qimirâs callous hands grabbed Menall's hair to pull his face up so Qimir could have a better look at the liar.
All the Sith could think about throughout the exchange was just how much of a waste of time the entire ordeal was. Most of the recent evenings were spent by you and him getting to know each other. Regardless, today he had to watch a sloppy merchant beg for his life by reciting promises like hymns as if anything he was saying was original.
âMenall,â Qimir kept the hold on the manâs, once dark now red, hair. âAll I asked was for your best sensor and you sent me bullshit. That's not fair,â he chastised like a teacher.
âI didnât sell the latest to anyone else! I swear! It was never for sale!â Menall's body shook as he cried. The merchant's own bodyguards watched the entire ordeal from across the room previously bruised and broken by only one man.
âBut,â Qimir got closer to his face and smiled, âI didnât ask for what was for sale. I said I wanted your best sensor."
The prospect of death was certainly an option. Nearly a guarantee since Qimir was known to have little patience. This was reason enough for Menall to look over to his guards and say, âGive it to him, you idiots!â
Before Qimir could finish wiping the red liquid off of his hands with the robe Menall wore, his goon came back with a small box. Once it was given in hand, Qimir opened it and glanced at the item before snapping the container close immediately.
âThank you," he bowed. "It was a pleasure doing business with you,â he said.
Before he could go, a silver dagger materialized from his hands, and just as quickly, Qimir had swiped at the merchant and took off his ear. The piece of tender flesh hit the ground before Menall could recognize the pain. However, when he did, he was howling even above Qimir's cool tone.
âShhh,â was all Qimir said before the man was holding and choking on his sobs like hot vomit. With a few painful cries from within the merchantâs throat cutting through, Qimir said, âRemember, I don't like repeating myself.â
Once he was out the door, the only clue that he was ever there was a few coins to cover the difference of the newer sensor and a surgeon that could reattach the manâs ear.
The seediest parts of the city Qimir lived in had much to avoid at night but it was still a city that never went quiet. Parts of it were still mesmerizing and lively enough to enjoy on every late-night walk he took. On his journey home, he passed restaurants and markets that emitted laughter brighter than light. For most of the journey, beaming bulbs from each restaurantâs insides made his hood glow and lit the lower part of his face that wasn't obscured. He only stopped once to make a brief purchase before he was back on his way.
~
The clock within your vision read twenty minutes before midnight when the sound of his footsteps filled the quiet of the surroundings. You were pulled out of your book when you heard Qimir stumbling in. The sounds stopped when he recklessly landed on the couch before his feet could give in from exhaustion.
Qimir could hear your feet make their way over to him as he let the couch consume him like quicksand. Once he let out a heavy exhale and opened his eyes, there you were across from him on the couch. You stared at him like a rabbit as you went over his state.
âYou smell of alcohol,â you spoke as if it were a trivia question.
When he looked over to you, his eyes were half-lidded. âAt least your other senses work,â he says with a faint but teasing smile. He wasn't entirely done with working on you but he was too selfish to wait until he could find all the parts that he wanted once your appearance was a carbon copy of what you looked like just before you died.
He let his eyes shut briefly to let his spine melt. You moved closer and let your eyes inspect his body and the way he chose to relax. Parts of your vision picked up on his state as you processed every important and unimportant detail of him.Â
âYouâre hurt,â you said as you looked at the split skin on his knuckles. They were red from irritation and were darker in some crevices.
Qimir let out one last sigh before he brought his other hand to hold your face. The one that wasnât marred with dried evidence that he hastily tried to wipe off as he was walking in. He always saved one throughout the confrontation so when he reached for you, he wouldn't stain you with his consequences.
You leaned closer until you were only a whisper away from his face. Qimir could feel his heart rapping in his ears as he heard you say plainly, âMay I help?â
The way your chest rose and fell was so convincing as you looked at him for permission to proceed. He should have said no. You needed fixing first but there he was fighting his greed and self-loathing like a bruised villain. You didnât even register a "yes" before he was taking your soft hands and navigating inside his pants.
With the day he had, he didnât want foreplay and he knew teasing would only make him break the wood of the sofa in frustration. So, Qimir placed your hands on his warm member all the while you kept your focus on his eyes which almost made him come into your hands right then and there.Â
âWhat should I do?â you asked. You were still adapting and hadnât learned how to completely improvise yet.
âStroke me,â he couldnât hold back the way he nearly sounded like he was begging.
You wrapped your cold hand around him. Qimir felt something travel up his throat and get stuck there. You took your time with moving back and forth like he hadn't just begged you to start, âlike this?â you asked.
He pulled you closer to his chest by the back of your neck and you immediately placed your free hand on his chest to hold yourself steady. You processed the gesture as a confirmation as you kept your focus. Your shining eyes stayed steady on him as Qimir felt every vein in his shaft go cold from your frigid strokes. His lips let out a breathy groan as his brown eyes danced to find somewhere to look to last longer.
âF-faster,â his voice shook as sweat traveled from his forehead to his bobbling Adamâs apple. He was already hot from the alcohol.
Your hand was steadily increasing in speed to the point where you had to pull his warm cock out to meet the cold air of the room for a better grip. His tip was just as rosey as the tips of his ears. A few drops of come had leaked out before that you used it to further lubricate your increasing speed. He let out another moan at that point that was louder than the last.
Certainly, Qimirâs heart rate made it obvious to you that he was soon to climax but what made it all the more evident was how to lept to kiss you. His biceps caged you under him on the couch. He never stopped rolling into your wet hand as he consumed your lips.
So his moans kept spilling out of his mouth to yours. However, you hadnât returned the offering which was the whole reason for his reluctance in the first place. He fought all of heaven and earth to pull himself from your kisses. In the same shaky breath, he gripped your wrist tightly to stop your stroking.
âIs something wrong?â your eyes danced from his eyes to his lips and back.
He let his hand stroke your hair as he spoke, âAre you enjoying this,â he said.
You looked at him puzzled, âI am,â you said plainly. It almost made Qimir laugh with how factual you had made it sound. He had no doubts but this was another one of those learning curves.
âItâs hard to tell when you never make a sound,â he said. The way the gears were already shifting and within a few seconds he was sure you had pocketed that feedback into a part of your processing.
âLike this?â you said before crashing your lips into him and releasing a sigh into his mouth to return him the favor.Â
Qimir had practically melted into your flowery mouth as he rushed to place his hand over yours that was wrapped around his swollen shaft. He quickened your pace and let you continue to bruise his lips as he nodded fervently to encourage the way you were latching to each other.
It was only a matter of time before he released a rumbling âfuckâ from his chest. He collapsed as a white string of his release squirted over his pants.
~
When Qimir woke up a few hours into the night, he discovered himself to be passed out on the couch and you ended up in another room, charging. The mild headache that he felt meant nothing to him as he walked through his home. You were peacefully rested on a long platform completely still as the only indicator of your functioning being was a glowing ring that could power you off or reset you entirely. He followed the ring like it was a lighthouse as the sound of rain hit against window like pebbles.
Qimir pulled a large, duvet from his bed on his way and draped it over you once he was close enough. He straightened out the parts of it that missed covering you before he slid next to you onto the cold platform. It wasnât at all comfortable. Oftentimes, he would wake up with a bad back but it didn't matter. This was a habit he formed when he first got you and paranoia never let him sleep for long when you werenât within reach.
When you woke up a few hours after Qimir, you walked around the apartment before you descended the stairs into where the rest of the safe parts of the city knew him as an apothecary. You passed the trinkets that decorated the space that were older than your body was. Qimir caught you eyeing them one day and told you that he had given them to you every time he returned from an overnight mission so it gave you a sense of responsibility to dust them whenever you could. This applied to the rest of the place which was only able to stay clean because you had nothing better to do than to wake up, contemplate humanity, and head back to your charging station.Â
Most of your consciousness was taken from your body and placed inside of an android and you were left to relearn how to practice humanity. You didnât understand how Qimir felt about it until one day he had come to see you staring at a drawing that was the spitting image of you. At the time, your eyes adjusted and readjusted to take in every detail as you took in new information while he was frozen at the door. It went like this for a few moments before he took the journal you had found and snapped it shut.
âYouâre home,â you told him.
âYeah,â he was putting the journal away.
âWas that me?â is what your database remembers saying.
âDonât worry about it,â he told you before he kissed you on your forehead and ushered you downstairs.
Now, you were descending the stairs to meet him in his medicinal store that wasnât open yet. He was sleeping when you saw him. You didnât know much about anything to do with emotions but you did know that the perpetual crease in his brow and frown on his lips only went away when he was sleeping. It didnât go away when he was drinking but he still did it. So, you spent a few seconds alone mixing plants and solutions before you woke him up.
âTodayâs weather is sunny with slight chances of rain in the evening,â you recited as he stirred out of his sleep with your shakes to his shoulder.
âMost people just say that the weather is nice outside,â he groaned out of his sleep as he stretched. You pushed the small tube of blue solution toward him. âWhatâs this?â he said.
âYouâre showing signs of dehydration. Follow this up with water,â you told him.
Qimir took the tube out of your hand for his hangover but took you as well as an offering. Without a warning, you were on his lap so suddenly. He didn't even need to touch you for you to end up there which was still a power of his you were adjusting to.
âThank you,â he told you after finishing it in one swing. You could feel the way his heart was racing as he suddenly buried his face in the crook of your neck. To him, it was so impressive how your skin mimicked flesh so eerily. As he bit against your neck and let himself massage your collar with his mouth, he knew it would never bruise but it didnât matter. This was the only thing keeping him from walking into the Jedi temple and causing a massacre or diving over the edge. He had created an indiscernible replacement that was doing a damn good job of keeping him from processing his grief.
When he was done, he moved to place you on top of the shop counter. It was closed that day so he was reaching for his shawl to head to the market.
âAre you going somewhere?â you asked him.Â
âYeah, I need to get you a better battery.â
âCan I come too?â
Your request stopped him dead in his tracks as he went over every possibility. He was ready to shoot you down, tell you that it wasnât safe outside, but your words were progress. This was the first time you had asked for anything. Also, it wouldnât hurt to have you have more stimuli to process. So he took off the shawl he had on and draped it over you just before taking your hand to lead you outside and into the city.
It was all so electrifying the way your senses were being overwhelmed by the environment. The foreign sounds of crowds coming and going from all directions were all you were inputting at first. Qimir was grasping your hand securely as you threaded to and fro with his destination in mind. You couldnât help the way your eyes wandered all over in contrast to his focused gaze. Everything smelled like the rain that came suddenly in the middle of the night and every voice sounded like raindrops in a large storm.
Eventually, you made it to the market and the pace that you were keeping up with was decreased. Perhaps it was the more slowed-down atmosphere or the way your bright eyes were eager to take in everything but Qimir finally let go of your hand.
âStay close,â he said as he walked around.
Qimir spent most of his time at the market looking over sellers until he came up disappointed in their selection and moved on to the next one. The both of you would walk up to a booth, and Qimir would ask a few questions about the variety, the seller may have even got as far as showing him a few battery options, but he'd eventually be on his way. This repeated until he had broken the comfortable silence between the both of you.
âSee anything you like?â he said.
But, you didnât respond. The first few seconds werenât a concern since he was hoping to give you time but when Qimir turned around to find you, you werenât there.Â
The way the ground was rushed from under him was instant.
His head whipped around as he watched people walk so casually passed him like he wasnât distressed over your absence. He cut and pushed through strangers as he looked for signs of the brown shawl that he had given you. It felt like it was happening all over again which was making his hands clam up as he tried to materialize you out of thin air.
He was seconds away from throwing all he had worked for just to throw up all the tables at the market with the wave of his hand until the part of his brain looking for something to gnaw on found your voice amongst a sea. He went running without question and had his hands gripping onto your shoulder tight by the next breath.
â[Name]!â
âQimir,â you looked up at him without any concern even though his eyes had looked as though he'd seen hell.
âI told you,â he was still catching his breath but it was clear to you that he was upset with the edge and volume in his voice âto stay close! And you justââ
âIâm sorry,â you told him. Qimir didnât even get a chance to reprimand you before you took his hand and said âI made a friend.â
He followed your eyes to a seller whom he wouldnât have known to be an advanced android if he hadnât spent weeks helping to craft you. The android waved.
âIsn't he fascinating? He's the latest to launch with his retinal disparities solvedââ you were expelling information to Qimir but the entire time he was looking at the seller. Even under the fabric, Qimir could see the android carried an enviable build because it didnât require any of the disciplines that Qimir had. The stranger even sported a polite smile that reached his eyes like all were programmed to do. The Sith spent his time looking over the being to find a hole in the persona but when he found nothing he checked back into the conversation you resumed with your fellow machine.
âYou got any type 13 batteries?â he interrupts with a tight-lipped smile.
âType 13C,â the android repeats as he sifts through a catalog behind the table. âYou guys are in luck. I have one more left." Qimir didn't miss the way the android looked over at you when he said that.
~
The walk back home should have been pleasant but Qimir spent most of it peeved even once he made it inside away from the brewing storm.
âYouâre upset,â you looked at him in the empty apartment as he put a bag down. Qimir didnât say anything about your statement so you thought to solve it the only way you knew how. You went to him as you calculated every way your decision could end.
You were kissing him in record time. Qimir felt your cold lips mold into him as he tried to keep focus on the root of his frustration. However, you were a fast learner because, by the time you placed him under your shirt, he was entirely distracted. You were getting so good at acting like you used to when you were human.
âQimir,â you moaned as you felt him squeeze your breast. His breathing was picking up as you broke the kiss for a moment but things were going right back to how they were before when he went back to kissing you. He went right back to kneading your breasts and making a mockery of your sensitive nipples.
It would have gone farther but Qimir told himself that heâd swap your parts since he couldnât spend another day holding back.
âLet me fix you,â he placed his forehead onto yours as spoken and traded his hands under your shirt for around your waist. âOkay?â he said.
You accepted the way his hands wrapped around your neck. It felt warm and comforting as he pressed your power button. The heaviness of your parts became clear when you went limp and into unconsciousness but you never met the ground since Qimirâs hand never left your neck until he secured your position to pick you up and walk you to your charging platform.
The way he admired you as he carefully peeled off your clothes. For every clothing item he took off, he felt his mind get quieter until your naked body made it all go silent.Â
Just as the rain started once more, Qimir started the rest of his day by reaching for his tool kit. He would open you up and give you every knee sensor, motor, and battery he had gotten for you to be the best. The closest to human he could get you.
~
Your vision was beyond better than it used to be when you woke up. 24 hours had gone by and you were now heading off of your platform. It was an odd feeling to be able to now feel the temperature. Had your home always been cold? Even the robe around you did little to keep the air from bitting at your appendages.
Your bare feet walked around the apartment searching for Qimir until you found him in the same room he had disassembled you. There on the stretcher was the body of the android who gave you your new battery and Qimir was still fishing to store spare parts for later.
âIâm upset.â That was all you said as you interrupted his fixated tinkering.
âWhat?â He looked up at you over his glasses. âDo you miss him?â This was the first time you were picking up that he was mocking you.
âWhat are you talking about?â you said in annoyance. The spectrum of your emotions was much deeper now.
Qimir placed his utensils down, took off his glasses, and walked over to you.
âYou said you liked him, right? So what did you expect me to do?â he spoke in that whisper that he only used when he was trying to reason with you.
âSo you broke him down to pieces,â you said.
By now, Qimir had your face in his hands.
âI didnât ask this of you,â you told him as you held onto both of his arms.
âOh, come on. You were practically begging for it, the way you were looking at him. I gave you what you wanted. Right? Those eyes that you liked so much.â
âI didnât want that,â you said. You should have been pulling away from him and told him how much of a monster he was as you looked past him and saw pieces of hardware and flesh haphazardly mixed together. He had practically eaten the android down to the bone trying to salvage every scrap he could find until he was reduced to nothing. Yet, you were just as much up a hypocrite to want the same man who gave you your first feeling of disgust to comfort you at the same time.
âHow do you know what you want, [Name]?â he let go of your face but kept walking forward even as you were stepping back.
âI do!â your declaration cut through the cold room as he had you cornered.
âSo what?â he caged you with both of his hands as he maintained a hard look into your eyes. âyou want your boyfriend back?â he teased you with a raised chin.
âHe is not my boyfriend⌠Youâre my idiot boyfriend.â you fired back as you pushed against his chest. You used the opportunity to get out of the prison he put you in.
You had got a new sense of humor. It would have fascinated Qimir if he wasnât secretly eager to keep pushing you. With the wave of his hand, he watches you get pulled back to him at such a speed that your chest hits against his with a thud.
âQimir.â You wanted to ask him what he was thinking because it was killing you.
âDonât look at me like that. Itâs distractingâ he told you.
âLike what?â
âLike you want me to fuck you,â he laughed lightly but it still reached his shoulders.
Your patience was being tested since no amount of calculating or sifting through your data could get you to figure out how to prove him wrong.Â
âOh,â he said. â... you do.â You didnât miss the way that the corner of his lips was holding back a smile that was on the edge of sanity. His brown eyes didnât look the same anymore.
âCome on,â you heard him say as you were scared he was right. He drew closer as he hovered over your lips but he tortured you since he never let your mouths meet.Â
âAsk me for it,â he said. Qimir could swear that he was doing his best to hold back because whenever you had a look on your face that you were processing, he felt this feeling in his chest to consume you.
âQimir,â you held onto yourself but by the time you felt the room becoming to how you just managed to say âplease.â
You pushed your lips onto him as he brought you against the wall to attack you with all you could handle. Qimir let his lips start at your mouth before he made his way down. He sucked at your jaw just to travel to your neck. You let out a few scattered moans every time he pushed forward until he was untying your robe.
He didnât let you think for a moment when his hand found its way past your robe and in between your folds. You blinked once, then twice as your lips were spilling moans all over.
âHow does it feel,â he said but you didnât register it the first time. âHuh?â he was practically pressing you for a response as his thumb rubbed the bud in between as his middle finger was slowly being consumed by the contraction of your hole taking him in.
âW-warm,â you confessed as your hand instinctively latched onto his arm.
âArenât you glad I got you a new sensor?â he tilted his hand to tease you while looking through his lashes. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you felt the temperature of your body increase. Qimir was having too much fun. âHm?â
He took his other hand to rub furiously against your warm, wet lips so he can focus on just pushing in and out of you at an impossible speed with the middle finger that he was using. The sound of him going in, out, back, and forth was loud enough for you to hear as the liquids that were seeping out of you were just being pushed back in his thick fingers.
You were so overwhelmed that your mouth opened but not a sound came out of you. You could hear your name being called but all you could focus on was how little control you had over your thighs as they were squeezing so tightly. Qimir saw the way you tried to snap shut but he pried you back open with his legs until your knees were buckling under the sensation.
âCome on keep standing.â he drove into you further with his fingers almost to bring you back up âYou can do it,â he said.
âI caâI canât,â you cried. Your tears that had welled up were finally spilling over and it only made Qimirâs pants tighter as he watched.
âYes, you can,â he said. He could tell you were close with the way your breathing was so irregular. That only made it worse for you as he took the opportunity to put another finger into you without warning. That clearly did it for you when he felt your pussy practically latch down on him like they were trying to push him out.Â
The way you cried at your climax did something to Qimirâs thoughts.
âThere you go.â he mumbled. The juices that came out of you and spilled all over his fingers made him tell you âGood girl,â with such breathiness.
âDonât get tired on me yet. We still got more things to test out.â Qimir picked you up so effortlessly. It felt like you blinked and when you opened your eyes, he was lying down with his back on the couch and you seated and secured near his hips. His member was just as flush as it was a few days before.Â
You were smart enough to understand what you wanted to do but you had no experience to know what it was about to feel like. Qimir was waiting with bated breath to see what youâd choose. A balloon was in your chest as you looked at his cock. When you wrapped your hands around it, Qimir felt a shutter travel up his spine. You rose carefully and adjusted yourself directly above his tip. As you sank, you could hear the wet noises that were coming from below as your quivering lips were sucking Qimir in with so little resistance.Â
Qimir threw his head back as he gasped. He missed the way you were practically chasing a high when the first feeling of him stretching you made you too horny and too eager.
He spoke through his moans. âSlow down youâre gonnaââ
A lowly groan passed your lips and your eyes were squeezing as you tried to catch yourself. âIt hurts,â
Qimir shouldnât have laughed but he couldnât help how clueless you were reduced to. You had the entire galaxyâs information running through your brain but your excitement made you throw intelligence out the window to chase the feeling that the thickness of his cock was giving. âYouâre trying to take it so quickly. Slow down.â
You took his advice until you completely buried his shaft into you until it was gone with the only evidence being the bulge in your abdomen. You stayed like this just enough to get used to it.
âQiââ you called for him but he already flipped over and knocked the wind out of you in the process.
The first time he pulled out felt disappointed until he snapped right back into you. His hips went back and pushed forward and your body bounced against it. First, it was slow. You gripped onto his shoulders as you were sure youâd probably lose your center of gravity if you didnât.
âHow does it feel?â he grunted.
âF-faster, please,â you gasped. âPlease.â
Qimir picked up his speed instantly. The warm feeling of his member and the veins that adorned it hitting against your insides was accompanied by a symphony of skin hitting skin. Your hands gripped and tightened while your nails made crescent marks on his back. By some point, Qimirs hands latched around your neck for some false sense of support as he tried to hit every angle of your pussy.Â
He drilled into you so relentlessly that you forgot how to breathe and just started hiccuping. Itâs not even like you needed the air but Qimir knew you better than you did.
âBreath,â he was now chest to chest and speaking into your ear. âYouâre gonna overheat if you donât breathe.â
So you listened and threw your head back as you took all the bullying his thrusting was doing to you. For a brief moment, your eye caught the droid in the other room.
âI broke him down just for you and now look at you,â Qimir chuckled into your neck as he kissed your neck.Â
He didnât even let you spend enough time looking to feel bad because he took your face in his hands to have you look right into his eyes as the sweat from his body was mixing with the come oozing out of you.
âDonât look at him. Look at me,â was the last thing he got to say before you felt your entire system malfunctioning. Thatâs the only way you could describe it as the cord in your stomach wound tighter and tighter until you finally snapped and your eyes briefly glowed white.Â
âThere you go,â he said as you shook and squirted on him.
You melted into the couch as Qimir chanced his high and took one of your breasts into his mouth. He kept going until he was releasing strings of come into you and letting out the filthy moans muffled by your breast.
Your eyelids were heavy from exhaustion as your systems tried to calibrate and compensate for the sudden dropping temperatures. You could only feel Qimir caress your face as he spoke.Â
âI think your database is overwhelmed. Weâll try more tomorrow.âÂ
You could hear the smile on his lips as you tightened your hold around his waist for comfort.
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Electricityđ ŕŁŞË Ö´ÖśÖ¸đ (part 2 of Gossip)
rick grimes x fem!reader
part one here
a/n: well holy shit, this took way longer than i had originally expected it to take. life has been crazy for me. thank you all for being patient with me!
summary: days pass, and rick is still mysterious. until finally, you discover his true feelings toward you in the best way possible.
content: smut PinV, unprotected sex, lots of kissing, oral (fem receiving), fingering, rough!rick, friends to lovers, heavy teasing, multiple orgasms, angst, some fluff at the end
18+ ONLY, mdni.
wc: 4.4k
Your heart was almost palpitating. You were left stranded with your thoughts spinning around in your head while Rick just nonchalantly strode off back to his bedroom.Â
The whole night you could barely get any sleep; your mind apparently had other plans â mainly entailing you ruminating over what had happened that night. It boggled you how Rick effortlessly admitted to being aware of your little crush on him, completely catching you off guard and leaving you overwhelmed and flustered. You were forced to forget about the whole situation, or at the very best push it to the back of your mind forâŚlater â whenever âlaterâ was.
The next few days were nothing out of the ordinary. Rick was barely at the house, busy adjusting to his new constable responsibilities and becoming familiar with the rest of the Alexandrians. You knew he had a duty to uphold, so it was reasonable for him to avoid your presence for the time being, but your mind was still fogged up from what he had said to you that night. It was eating you up for the next few slumbers; you tossed and turned until eventually the thoughts wore your brain out and let you get a few hours of shut eye. Regardless, you tried to forget it altogether throughout the daytime and focus on becoming more comfortable living in a brand new community, and a brand new house that was bigger than any house youâd ever lived in.Â
Carl didnât stay inside for long throughout the day. Youâd always find his room empty and his comic books gone. That meant he was most likely reading them outside and sharing them with his new friends. But you were happy for him; the kid deserved to make friends after everything heâd been through. So you were left with baby Judy most days, but that didnât bother you. Before the world turned you had two younger siblings, and as a teen you were always stuck babysitting them when your parents went out. It was second nature to you now.
Today you decided to get out of the house and find something to do. You hated staying indoors â you were always an outdoorsy person and got antsy pretty quickly without a daily dose of sunshine. You stepped outside with Judith on your hip, taking in the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze that swayed the various trees in perfect rhythm. Without a doubt, the weather was inviting. So, naturally, you choose to embrace it and take a stroll down the street with little Judy in your arms.
As you made your way down the block with Judith cooing and spinning her curious head around to view her surroundings, you reached the end of it and turned the corner. You recalled how Vivian and Shannon lived in one of the houses on the block you were walking down. A quick drop-in to see what they were up to couldnât hurt. Besides, Shannon was a kindergarten teacher before the fall and therefore loved watching over Judith with you.Â
âHey, Y/N!â
You spun around and noticed a tall brunette man walking toward you. It was Spencer Monroe, son of Deanna Monroe â the communityâs leader. And, according to Vivian and Shannon, he had a thing for you. Not that you had anything against it, but it did make you feel a bit uneasy knowing he was interested in you and would probably try to make a move on you, now that he was standing in front of you. Regardless, you played it cool; he was Deannaâs son after all, so it could be beneficial to you if you gave your absolute best impression.Â
âOh, hey, Spencer!â You smiled sweetly at the tall man, who reeked of a musty cologne. It wasnât awfully foul, just a bit too loud for your taste. A slight turn off.
He grinned down at you and Judith, scratching the back of his neck anxiously while shuffling closer to you. He was about two feet away from you â if he were any closer youâd definitely be backing up.Â
âI was actually just about to come over to you and ask if you wanted to have dinner tonight?â He squinted his eyes at you, trying to read your face. Your cheeks were tickled pink and your heart was doing laps in your chest. It was as if Judith could sense your unease, and on cue she started fussing.Â
âIââ You paused, gathering your thoughts together while calming the distressed child. Shit. What should you say?Â
âYeah! I would love to, Spencer.â Way to go.
On the walk home Judith started to calm down, while you did the exact opposite. Your thoughts were racing again, and you cursed yourself for obliging to Spencerâs request. What the hell were you getting yourself into? You didnât even like Spencer; yeah, he was attractive, but he just wasnâtâŚwell, he wasnât Rick Grimes. Still, there remained a sense of determination â getting to know Spencer could be a good thing. Besides, you didnât really have any plans for that evening anyway.
Once you finally reached the comfort of your house, you put Judy in her room for a nap and started rummaging through your closet for something to wear. You doubted you would find anything spectacular, considering you didnât exactly have a boutique in this community. A simple floral dress would do.Â
âGeez⌠when was the last time I wore any type of heeled shoe?â You humored yourself, attempting to walk around in the sleek open-toed heels you found in your closet. You recalled how Shannon lended you a few pairs from her own closet, stating that she was overwhelmed by how many abandoned pairs of high heels were left in the world, and apparently her closet housed dozens of them. Lucky for you.Â
Once you were confident enough you wouldnât lose your balance in the shoes, you took a long look in the full-length mirror and admired how, for a lack of a better word â decent you looked. Excluding Deannaâs welcoming party, you hadnât worn a dress since before. It would definitely take some getting used to.Â
Before you were able to get one last gander at yourself in the mirror, something â or rather someone â interrupted you.
âGot plans for tonight?â
You jumped in your skin and spun around. You were met with a wide set of eyes scaling your body, taking in the elegant view before him. You were stunning, and he couldnât deny it even if he wished to.Â
âJesus, Rick! You really have a way of scaring the shit out of me.â You smiled nervously while flattening out your dress. He watched you like a hawk, and of course he was aware of how antsy you were. That was like his superpower. You cleared your throat, ensuring your voice didnât crack. âYeah, Iâm uh⌠going on a dateâŚâ
His sharp blue eyes made harsh contact with yours, locking you into place. You couldnât tell if he was angry, sad, disappointed, or all three. Or maybe he didnât care. Then again, Rickâs face was almost impossible for you to decipher.Â
He remained leaning against the doorframe, eyes never leaving you. You were not enjoying the deathly silence. Until he finally spoke again.
âA date?â
âWith Spencer⌠Deannaâs son.â Your eyes regrettably met his once more. âBut itâs nothing serious, reallyââ
âThought you didnât like him⌠had someone else on your mind, right?â His tone was biting, almost taunting. You frowned, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
âMaybe I lied, Rick. Maybe I think heâs cute now. Besides, I already said it wasnât anything serious.â You grabbed a jacket out of the closet, slung it over your back and slipped it on. âAnd I donât know why you care so much, or why you had to eavesdrop on me, but Iâve got to go now.â
And with that you whisked past the brooding man and out the room, exiting the house. Rick knew you were suppressing your genuine feelings; it was almost too conspicuous. He just knew you too well. Knowing someone for a few years in a post-apocalyptic world was like knowing someone in the previous world for ten or even twenty years; your group grew close very quickly. Inevitably, in fact â death and grieving, fighting and surviving; it all brought you closer together. You were part of a strong network of survivors, ones who shared immense trust in one another.Â
But when it came to Rick, it was hard to truly understand his emotions. He felt the obligation to suppress his feelings, as well â as if he wasnât sure when itâd be the right time to make a move with you. Now and again, youâve encountered a handful of times where he was staring at you â and perhaps your behind â for longer than any other person would deem normal. But he never displayed an interest in getting with you. That was ultimately a grey area to you for a while, and even still now.
â・° âŽ
One thing about Spencer was that he could cook. And you were a sucker for men cooking; you found it to be attractive. So he cooked for you, he was tall, and he was cute⌠what, then, was missing from the list? What was hindering you from making yourself available and willing to this man?
âI have someone else on my mind.â
You reflected back to the night you said that. From then on, those words were ingrained in the back of your brain. They reminded you each day that your feelings for Rick were perpetual and infecting your thoughts like a plague.
For now, you were preoccupied with how satisfying your meal was. As was the wine. It was going to your head a bit â an all too familiar feeling. You just hoped Rick wasnât awake by the time you returned home.Â
âThank you, Spencer. The dinner was really nice,â You simpered while graciously stepping out the door.Â
Spencer held the door open, giving you a warm smile as he watched you turn to face him whilst under the gleaming porch light. âYou sure you donât need me to walk you home? Itâs really no issue for me at all.â
The look on his face told you he sure as hell wasnât ready for you to leave yet â in fact, with the way he had planned the night, he most likely expected to not only wine and dine, but get lucky tonight. However you had your boundaries and your relationship standards, regardless of the fact that there were very slim pickings when it came to finding the âright personâ; practically ninety percent of the human population was wiped out.Â
âI promise. I just live around the corner.â
At last you arrived home, immediately kicking your heels off as you shut the door behind you. You made a mental note to never wear heels again â blisters were already appearing on your feet. You winced as you massaged the reddened tender skin, sighing in relief as your aching feet finally got to breathe and stretch.Â
âItâs late.â
You nearly had a heart attack as you stood up and spotted Rick a few feet away from you by the couch. âWould you quit startling me all the time? And yeah, no dip, I was on a date with Spencer. I already told you that, Rick.â
You steadied your heart rate and made your way over to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. All while you did so, you could feel Rickâs eyes burning into you. Every inch of your body. You shivered when the chill of the fridge air engulfed you â however, you were sure the shiver was truly from the effect that Rick had on you.Â
âI know that. But youâre back late; itâs dark outside,â He paced toward you, his demeanor now more watchful and severe. âThereâs a curfew, Y/N.â He was much closer to you now, to the point where you smelled his classic rainy forest scent encompassing your nostrils.Â
âWell, I didnât know. I was asked to have dinner with someone, and it happened to be really good, actually â thank you for asking,â You gibed while filling your cup up with crisp, filtered water. âBut, I am sorry. Wonât happen again, Officer!â You quipped, taking a sip from the cup. The water was a refreshing blanket against your tongue and throat, which you thoroughly savored.
Rick didnât look very pleased with your response, to say the least. His posture was stiff, and his eyes narrowed as he tilted his head. âYou think this is a joke, I get it. It sounds like another pipe dream. But if weâre going to be living and staying here, youâre gonna need to follow the rules.â
You set the glass down and ran a hand through your slightly knotted hair, giving your scalp a terse massage with your fingers. Your eyes fixated on Rick, who was towering over you like a bodyguard would. If it were any other man you would feel uncomfortable in this position â backed into the kitchen counter and being scolded by a harrowing, authoritative man. In this case, you were too fond of the man in front of you to feel uncomfortable or threatened in any way.Â
âI get it â I know. I want this place to work, just as much as you do,â you added, displaying a poker face to confirm your sincerity. You ran a hand up and down Rickâs forearm, over his veins that protruded as he leaned against the counter in front of you. âI want this to work for the kids. They deserve it.â
Rick didnât flinch. His eyes bored deep into your own â pupils dilated, taking in your presence. Instinctively, almost like his body was on autopilot â Rickâs hand caressed the side of your face, thumb tracing circles along your cheek. Goosebumps ran down your arms and made the hairs on the back of your neck perk up like a porcupine. Just one touch from this man had you melting like butter.
Time slowed down drastically. Your eyes locked into his, and vice versa. Only inches of space separated you two; you felt the familiar pounding in your chest as Rick drew himself closer and closer. Those romance movies you used to watch were accurate, in the sense that what you were feeling in this moment was butterflies, fireworks â so electrifying. You could feel the sparks race through your body.
Rick felt it, too. Heâd been denying it for too long â what he was feeling deep down, within his subconscious, was something authentic. Something that he could no longer evade from his mind.
âYouâre on my mind, too.â
It was like an echo coursing through your soul. Those five words left you stunned, mouth slightly agape, but Rick took that chance to collapse his lips onto yours. The longing you had for this man was no longer unrequited â you finally got your answer. He wanted you, and you wanted him.Â
His lips were velvety and you took your time giving extra love to them. Soon enough the kiss got heated; you were lifted up onto the counter where Rick wasnât shy to roam his hands along your thighs, earning a few feeble whimpers from you.Â
His lips then attacked your shoulder and collarbone with a series of hickeys, earning more vocal whines from you now. âRickâŚâ
He quickly hushed you, shoving two fingers into your mouth. âGotta be quiet, baby,â he cooed, admiring how your tongue caressed his fingers so magnetically. Your eyes pleaded with him â begged for more. âThey wonât see thoseââ he eyed the now reddened area of skin, âJusâ donât dress like a slut and youâll be alright.â
In your mind you wanted to blurt out a well-deserved retort, however, in all honesty, Rick meant it in the best way.Â
âToo special to be showing off this figure to all them boys, sweetheart.â He bent down to worship your thighs, spreading them open for him to kiss and prod at.
He was right, though â Spencer wouldnât be able to make you feel this way. You knew it deep down.
You bit your lip harshly, suppressing any vocal responses for the time being â didnât need the kids to hear any of this. But Rick was just too good at whatever it was he was doing to you.
âNeed you, Rick,â You whined â which ultimately translated to a strained moan.
âShh, Shh. I know you do,â he cooed, standing back up. He let his fingers trace over your closed cunt, the dampness leaking through the thin fabric and leaving a sticky coat on his digits. Your hands explored his curls, tugging at them the more he teased you. âGotta be patient, though. Gonna take my sweet time with you.â
You were becoming antsy, bucking your hips into his palm, searching for friction. He slid his other hand up your dress, the contact of his hand greeting your hardened nipple caused you to shiver. His ocean eyes observed you â adoring the glow of your skin under the faded moonlight seeping into the room.
âDid I ever tell you how beautiful you are?â
âStop talking and just take me upstairs, officer,â You huffed out, earning a small smirk from Rick. You wrapped your arms and legs tight around him, moaning quietly when your heat unexpectedly made contact with his own clothed member, which was already rock hard. You left a trail of kisses along his neck as he carried you up the stairs, groping your ass in one hand.Â
Rick wasted absolutely no time in slipping your dress up and over your shoulders, practically ripping the fabric as he did so. You attempted to cover up your breasts, but he pried away your hands.Â
âNuh uh, let me see,â he protested, taking the round flesh in his hands and kneading them. You blushed, clearly shy; but Rick reminded you of your beauty nonetheless through his actions.
One thing Rick always loved about you was your patience and loyalty; you were coined as the groupâs dependable and candid guardian, because anytime anyone needed a word of advice or a listening ear youâd never fail to do so.Â
Currently, Rick admired how patient you were while he went to work on your sweet pussy â lapping up all your sweet juices after tearing off your drenched panties.
âMmph, Rick!â You wailed, eyes flickering shut as a wave of euphoria washed over your body.
He was eating you out like you were the Last Supper, and he was a starved peasant. Your cunt was his god and he was there to serve it.Â
You wrapped your legs around his shoulders, toes curling in delight as his digits switched positions with his tongue, pumping in and out of your soaking heat. He pressed his tongue flat on your pulsing clit, heightening your pleasure to the max.Â
âF-fuck me!â You cried out, hips jutting forward to meet the pace of his fingers and tongue. Pressure was building deep in your core.
Without notice Rick paused his movements, leaning forward to connect his panting mouth with your own, stifling your moans. His kisses were sloppy, as were yours. He continued his pace, eventually focusing on your clit which throbbed under the determined motion of his thumb. Then he slipped three digits back into your drenched cunt, accelerating the pace he was going at before. He curled the fingers upward, pushing against that sacred spot in your hole that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.
âGonna cum on my fingers, hm? Gonna be a good whore fâme?â He taunted. Rickâs eyes were dark and blown out with lust. You were shuddering under him, on the brink of orgasm.Â
âOhh! Fuuuck!â You let the band in your gut snap, feeling the pressure inside release and your dripping arousal coating Rickâs fingers.Â
He aided you in riding out the rest of your earth-shattering climax, pumping his digits a few more times before sliding them out. The sight before him had Rick holding himself back with every ounce of his inner strength â your cunt was a sopping, wet mess.Â
Rick sat you up properly, hovering over you and holding his fingers above your lips. âTaste, baby.âÂ
You gingerly sucked on his fingers, the juices spilling onto your tongue; an almost nectary taste. He eyed the way you drank up every last drop, licking his lips in anticipation. After pulling his fingers from your lips he kissed you again, this time much softer. You both moaned into the kiss, and eventually when Rick broke away you took a moment to catch your breath. He licked his lips, admiring how fucked out you looked just from foreplay.
âCanât wait to feel you,â He rasped. Your legs were still weak and wobbly from your latest orgasm, yet, your body ached for more. For him.
Soft whimpers left your pouted lips when you felt his rough hands grasp your thighs, pushing them upward until they were folded up against your tummy. Rick hastily threw off his white t-shirt and let out a low growl as he freed his aching cock from his boxers. You bit your lip â it was girthy, and you knew it was going to do some damage tonight. That only made you wetter.
He stroked himself before lining himself up with your entrance. He slid his dick against your slick folds, huffing and groaning from the contact. You whined, unable to handle the teasing he was putting you through.Â
âRick, pleaseââ
âSaid I was gonna take my time,â He retorted in a rigid tone, and you gulped in response. âSo, be patient.â
The only thing you could do at that moment was bite your lip and prepare for your cunt to be stuffed by this manâs cock. It was an odd thing to consider â being best friends with someone and flipping that platonic relationship into something more explicit, just through the simple act of gossipping. At the end of the day, you were getting fucked by a man who was not only your closest friend, but the leader of your community. It almost felt taboo, and yet you just couldnât care less at that moment.
Seconds felt like minutes, the teasing was just too much. Rick kept playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves, only slightly pushing in the tip. Your core was on fire, pleading desperately for him to tame it.Â
The sight before him was almost pitiful. You were caught in a fit of heavy breathing and whimpering, legs wrapping tight around his waist as you rocked your hips closer to him, cunt still glistening with arousal that seeped onto his pink tip.Â
So, Rick pitied you. And you got your wish; his cock sunk into you, all the way until he bottomed out. You scrunched up your face in slight discomfort â he was bigger than you had anticipated. Nevertheless, you sighed in satisfaction, clawing at his back and shoulders as he adjusted inside you.
âFuck, Y/n,â He growled, nibbling on your ear. His warm breath caused your body to shiver. âYou justâ canât be patient no more, can ya?â
Your mind was clouded â all thoughts halted as your body was being governed by Rick. He rocked into you with ease, back and forth, in and out. His cock fit into your hole like a glove. Your legs caged him in; it was as if you were afraid heâd slip away and tease you again. It just felt so good you didnât want it to stop.
Your lewd cries were soon muffled by Rickâs hand. âShhh, gotta be quieter, sweetheart.â But it was nearly impossible to stay quiet when he was doing you so well.
With his hand then shifting down to lightly grasp your neck, Rick slammed into you, pulling all the way out only to repeat the motion again. You bit your lip hard, drawing blood. The pain didnât exist in any way, since your body was so engrossed in the electric sensation that was being fed to you by Rickâs cock.
The room was polluted with salacious grunts and muffled moans.Â
Rick tossed you over onto your hands and knees, then without warning plunged back into you. His hands gripped both your asscheeks with a force that you were sure would leave lovely red marks. Each smack of his hips against your ass manifested obscene vocals from your throat. Involuntarily your body made contact with the mattress, head lulling to the side and drool dripping from the corner of your lips as Rick picked up his pace.Â
âYou wanted this, knew it all along.â He cooed while fucking you into the plush mattress. âI knew it â before you even mentioned it.â
âHow?â You thought. But little did you know, the clues you had sent Rickâs way ever since you had first laid eyes on him â he caught onto them. He was a police officer, after all â he was seasoned when it came to situational awareness. You werenât slick; he noticed every little glance, every smile, every physical gesture you made with him. You fell for him.
And if he wasnât already falling for you, then he certainly was now.
âThaaaas right, just like that. Fuck, so tight fâme,â He sang while your ass slapped against his hips, harmonizing with the sound of his cock pounding into your slick hole.
Your fingers dug into the sheets for stability, preparing yourself for the building knot in your core again. âIâmâgonna cum!â You lifted your head weakly to warn Rick, who was too busy drowning in the warmth of your tight cunt.
Rick padded your clit with his fingers, while his other hand pushed down onto the back of your neck, subsequently pushing your body back into the mattress. His mischievous eyes caught sight of your twitching, shaking body, and he sighed heavily from the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him.Â
âGo âhead, cum fâme.âÂ
With his permission you yelped out as yet another orgasm rushed through you. You barely acknowledged the twitching of his cock inside your dripping hole before he swiftly pulled out and unloaded onto your back.
A few ticks went by, heavy panting escaping the two of you, and immobility in full effect over you. Your thoughts came back to you as Rick cleaned you up; the fact that you went on a date with a man then went home to be dicked down by another was quite humorous to you.Â
âGeez, maybe I should go on more dates just for you to fuck me like that again,â You teased Rick, sitting up.
He smirked, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and kissing you gently. You blushed and smiled coyly.Â
âNah. Youâre mine now, sweetheart. No one elseâs.â
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L&DS Sylus: Boobies | 18+ Drabble
Listen...I don't wanna hear it. I know I said I was gonna wait for him to come out so I could learn his character...BUT HIS BOOBS ARE RIGHT THERE GUYS! And I'm a whore. So anyway this is a ten minute drabble so don't expect much!
Pairing: Sylus x Reader Warning: Motorboating, Mentions of Edging Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for âLove and Deepspaceâ. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.
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It absolutely wasnât your faultâŚnope not in the slightest. If anything, it was his fault. Why a walking red flag had to be double caked up with boobs that you could drown in was unfair, unjustâŚa crime. So you couldnât help yourself, especially not as you watched him box. His chest was literally jiggling and you were drooling.
âHeyâŚSy,â you called out, finishing your own reps. Really the entire time you had beenâŚdistracted. Watching him was a workout for the eyes though. You had to concentrate hard to follow the bounce of his chest. Sylus looked over, his red eyes taking you in before he smirked. He was covered in a small sheen of sweat and he looked so damn good like this you didnât know how to handle yourself.
He took off his gloves, tossing them to the side as he walked over with a confident gait that had you already melting. Who knows what would happen when you did thisâŚperhaps he would show you just how good of a boxer he is by punching your gutâŚgods you could only dream, âYouâve been distracted,â it wasnât a question but a statement, âMind sharing what had your attention?â
You licked your lips, nodded your head and hummed, âI am so down to share with the class, but first can you come a little bit closer for me?â you said. Sylus could tell you were up to no good, especially with that hungry look in your eyes. His steps seemed to echo in the private workout room and you shivered as he loomed over you.
âAs you wish,â his voice was like a whisper and you bit your bottom lip. You had to do itâŚif not now then when would you? Nobody else was gonna do it for you, so now was the time.
Your hands itched for a moment, fingers wiggling and you could see Sylusâ eyes looking down and glancing. Your hands came up, reading to grope him when he caught both your wrists with precision. His eyes were only slightly wider as it appeared he figured out what you had planned. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over your lips, âIs that anyway to ask for what you want?â oh now you were in trouble.
Your gaze went from his lips to his chest, the way it clung to him was enticing and you swallowed the saliva pooling in your mouth before you actually started drooling, âIf I ask will you let me?â you questioned, almost anticipating his rejection.
Instead you watched Sylus tilt his head, that cocky smirk was always present as he licked his lips, âPerhaps, but only if you ask nicely,â
You took a deep breath, âSylusâŚâ you began, steeling yourself, âMay I please put my face in your boobies and go brrrrrrrrrr-â you made sure to shake your head with the motion. He stared at you, amusement dancing in his eyes.
âI must sayâŚI donât think Iâve ever met someone as straightforward as you,â he sighed, then to your surprise he backed up and let go of your wrists. He put his hands up, âGo ahead, nobody else is here and I can see just how much you want it,â
This was a trickâŚright? EntrapmentâŚwell it was a good thing you didnât care about all of that. You surged forward, grabbing both sides of his boobs and smashing your face in the middle. You squeezed them until it engulfed your cheeks and you made an obnoxious noise like a motorboat. It was the happiest moment of your life as you stilled, just soaking in the moment of being squished against his bosom.Â
Then be backed away, his hands roaming over your sides, âNow then,â he began, noticing how content you looked, âSince Iâve given you something you really wanted,â he began walking back towards one of the walls. You were confused, looking down at him with how he was holding you up. Your back hitting the cold wall and your eyes widened. WaitâŚwait.
âNow I get what I wantâŚisnât that fair?â His face ghosted over your thighs and you shivered.
âWaitâŚSyâŚwe can talk about this,â you began, knowing exactly what would happen if you let him. Flashbacks of him edging you for literal hours went through your mind, and it seemed he was happy you caught on.
âFair is fairâŚnow open up,â
I regret...nothing
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Jude Jazza Main Story: Preview
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My sin isâ an unfulfilled promise.Â
It all started with a single promise I blurted out in the heat of the moment.Â
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Kate: Until my time as the Fairytale Keeper comes to an end, Iâll keep looking for something I can love about you.Â
Jude: Remember one thing, Princess. ⌠My âpromisesâ ainât cheap.Â
Jude: If ya break yer promise, Iâll show ya a livinâ hell thatâll make ya wish ya were dead.Â
Jude Jazza, a member of Crown and president of a trading company. He was an arrogant, merciless, unforgiving villain. He was⌠exactly the despicable jerk my first impression and his reputation warned me of.Â
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Kate: If you keep going out of your way to make enemies, incurring the enmity of others, and putting yourself in more danger⌠youâll⌠end up dead, you know?Â
Jude: Ha? Whatâs it to ya if I die from all the grudges against me?
Jude: Donât go actinâ all righteous and stickinâ yer nose where it donât belong, idiot.Â
Jude: No passinâ out now. Ya still owe me two rounds, mister.Â
Amidst the endless cycle of revenge, he laughed in joy.Â
He was a cruel man who delighted in the misery of others. There was no way I could ever come to love someone like him.Â
But if I didn't fulfil my promise, it would be a breach of our contractâ and I would become his prey.Â
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As I desperately tried to find something to love about him, we slowly grew closerâ and the promise he wanted to fulfil became apparent.Â
Jude: Ainât laughinâ? Thatâs rare.Â
Kate: Iâm not going to laugh. While itâs true that youâre narrow-minded, arrogant, cruel, greatly disliked, and a true villain right to the coreâŚÂ
Jude: Go on.Â
Kate: ⌠No matter who they are, I would never laugh at someoneâs genuine dream.Â
That night, when we shared things about ourselves that we never revealed to other peopleâ I found myself falling into the depths of love.Â
⌠Because I fell in love with him, I realised things I never wanted to⌠like his true feelings.Â
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Kate: â You really should stop making any more enemies, in order to fulfil the promise.Â
Kate: And yet⌠youâre crossing dangerous bridges on purpose.
Jude: ⌠What ya tryinâ to say?
(The truth is, Jude isâŚ)Â
(HeâsâŚ)Â
Kate: Do you want to give up?Â
Jude: âŚ
Jude: So what if I am?Â
In this world where no amount of grudges, hatred, or cries can bring back what was lostâ youâre more exhausted than anyone from carrying the burden of a promise you can't forget.Â
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Kate: IâŚ!Â
Jude: Loveâs a curse.
Jude: Sayinâ âI love youâ is like sayinââIâll put a curse on you.â
Jude: It hurts when ya lose it, ya hate it when itâs taken from ya, and itâs unforgivable if ya get betrayed.
Jude: And yet, ya canât resist it once itâs given to ya. Loveâs the root of all evil.
Jude: I donât wanna curse nobody, nor be cursed myself.
There's no saving you from love. It only brings you pain and suffering.
As I was crushed by this undeniable truth, a dark shadow crept up on me.Â
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???: Donât move. Put your hands upâŚ!Â
???: Crown member Jude Jazza, you're under arrest by the order of Her Majesty's private army,Â
Ellis: Jude.
Jude: Ellis, stay outta this.
Kate: Why!?Â
Ellis: ⌠Heâs probably being framed.Â
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Even if you reject my love, even if you push me away, Iâll keep clinging to you.Â
But while on the run, youâŚÂ
Jude: Thatâs enough. This time, Iâm endinâ our contract.Â
Jude: I got nothinâ to do with ya anymore. Donât care how ya do it, just get outta my sight.Â
Kate: What⌠how could you⌠you said it yourself that a one-sided cancellation of the contract is invalid!Â
Kate: I refuse. I want to be together with youâ
Jude: ⌠Kate.Â
He touched his fingers to my forehead.Â
He was all I could see as he gave me a pained smile.Â
Jude: I thought it was stupid of ya to go lookinâ for something to love about me.
Jude: But beinâ genuinely liked without an ulterior motive⌠doesn't feel so bad.Â
Jude: â Good night, Princess.Â
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It was unbelievable how he put me to sleep, ignoring my wishes, and did as he pleased.Â
That arrogant, cruel, unforgiving villain.Â
And yet, because I was in love with himâÂ
I wasn't going to forgive him so easily for abandoning me after saying his piece.Â
When I woke up, I chased after the 13th fairy⌠and cast a curse on him.Â
An merciless, unbreakable curse called love. Â
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Jude: Of all people, Iâll make sure that ya never feel unhappy. And ya ainât allowed to leave me, either.Â
Jude: That's the price for castinâ this curse on me.
Letâs make a promiseâ even if it curses you.Â
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everything about the void state | vanilla explain's
A few things to note. First of all, Vanilla was a very knowledgeable and supportive master shifter on DRA (a shifting amino community). You can read some of their other posts and you'll understand they really know their stuff and have dedicated a lot of time to understand this. Second, after reading this post, you'll understand why the void state isn't "just a method."
Here is the link to the og post: link
hello and welcome to this post! i am currently fighting against all the misinformation about the void state in this community and of course i had to post a full guide about it! here you'll read what the void is, what it's not, why it's extremely cool and multiple guides how to enter it!
table of content
i. intro
ii. the void
- what is it
- what is it not
- why the void state
- what it "looks like"
iii. how to enter it
- the "before state"
- awake
- sleep
- other ways
- affirmations
iv. q & a
v. outro
i. intro
in this post i talk about everything in context of the void state. i explain in deep detail what it actually is, clear up more misinformation, how to enter it in a lot of different ways, why the void is really nice and useful and in the end even have a q&a for everyone that got questions! you will notice how insane many misinformation are here. not just a few but full "guides" and "explanations" with it. please do not blame the creators for spreading them more! if you thought the same, you also could've been one of the people making posts about it.
ii. the void
let's start with the actual topic. to explain what the void is we have to know what exactly we are at first. so, what are we, what are you? you are an awareness. that means you are a tiny swabble-bubble thingy that experience the multiverse. right now you are on the physical plane so you see, hear, feel, smell, and taste. you can do a lot more things but the only important one is that you exist. you have no original appearance or identity (that's another topic) at this moment you are just you. you experience the 3d as y/n y/l/n. there are a few more things of course like your subcons and all that but it is not important for us now.
what is it?
we know that we are an awareness currently on the physical plane. we don't have an original identity we belong to as much as a reality. so what happens if we leave the 3d? is that even possible? yes, yes it is. that is the void state. the void means that you leave the physical plane. that is all. it is nothing special or unusual. the void state is the state of awareness. you, the tiny swabble-bubble thingy, exist there in your purest, most natural form. you could say the void is your home. when you aren't in a reality, you are in the void state. it's where you always return to and there is nothing more natural for you. you are just power, happiness, and peace there. nothing from the 3d can effect you anymore, your mind get's a whole reset. what does that mean? you have to know that you, the awareness, are not meant to doubt, have limited beliefs, worries, fears, trauma. it isn't natural or normal for you. you have them here on the 3d because they are physical circumstances. once you leave the physical plane, it of course means that they don't exist anymore. you enter it and BOOM they get completely erased. you won't even understand how you could believe such stuff after that. as you can see, the void is the state where you exist in your most "original" form, even if you don't have any identity or something like that.
what is it not
this is gonna be a long, long list. i'll actually make bullet points with everything i've ever heard here so you don't have to ask in the comments "someone said it is xy, is that true?". you can be very very sure that everything here in this list got 100% nothing at all to do with the void state. in the end i'll talk about the most drastic thing's but i also explained a lot already in my post about misconceptions.
- "body asleep, mind awake"
- meditation
- dreaming
- sats
- a sleep state
- the god state (mindset definition)
- theta state
- the "before state"
- relaxation
- the thing after you woke up
- being " in your brain"
- any other physical state at allâ âŁâ âŁâ âŁâ âŁâ âŁâ âŁâ âŁâ âŁâ âŁâ âŁâ â âŁas you can see, you guys came up with a lot of things! you may already understood, the void means leaving the physical plane, so its being a physical state is absolutely impossible. you do not notice it on the 3d. at all. it is just not possible. many, many ask me "why didn't i shift from the void" but tell me a few sentence later "and i only felt my body a little bit" and i sit there like "okay, i'll start from the very beginning".
so please guys, in the void you leave the physical plane. you have no body. you can't feel anything physical at all. when you "felt your body only a little bit" you weren't even near the void. once you entered it, the physical plane doesn't exist for you anymore. with these very important information we can just ignore 10 things from the list now because we know that they aren't true at all. last but not least "it is the god state". but what is the god state? there are two main definitions here 1. just another term for the void so it's totally okay to say it, but what many here mean is 2. the "god state" mindset. that's a bit tricky, the second meaning is just a mindset. it represents your natural state of mind where you are limitless and powerful. you have it immediately in the void BUT if you have it here on the 3d you are not automatically in the void. you are still on the physical plane. tiny but important difference.
why the void state
you may already thought "damn, that sounds cool" but do you know how cool it actually is? besides that you finally align with your natural state of mind, that the void is pure happiness, peace, and joy, that you can chill there as much as you want, you can also do everything you want!! whatever it is, there are no limits. so here a few things you may don't know you can do:
- change the past
- skip time
- change your whole appearance to your liking
- shift everywhere
- manifest to wake up every night in the void
- manifest the future
- erase things (f.e. racism etc)
- manifest to always shift instantly
- change everything about your life
- manifest to lucid dream every nightâ âŁ
as you can see, a lot more than many people think of. and the coolest?? it is instantly, in the very moment you want it, 100% reality. in the void the 3d/4d time gap can not exist because you are ABOVE the 3d. in the void you and your subcons work completely together that means that you literally give the commands. what do you have to do for it? want it. you don't even need affirmations or anything. you just want it and it is reality, no other possible outcome. in the void you can not fail, never and with nothing. if you ever thought you were in the void but "didn't shift" this is your clear sign that you were definitely not in the void. you are pure power there, it is impossible for you to fail at anything.
what it "looks like"
a question many, many have! what do you see in the void? actually you see nothing. you have nothing to see, you have no eyes. that's something most people are afraid of, deep, endless black and nothingness. but that's not the whole answer. you can customize your void! you have something called a "mental image". it is a picture you have in your mind and that is what you see. you can change it to your liking, very common here are galaxies. you could compare it to very, very vivid visualization but you don't have to focus on it and it's completely natural. you see whatever you want to see in the void. if you don't want black nothingness, you won't have it. very simple. so please don't be scared!
iii. how to enter it
there are a lot of ways to enter the void! you can basically leave the 3d through everything you want but of course a few things are easier for the mainstream than others. just try what you like and don't think you have to enter it immediately. i always compare it to speaking a language after a long ass break. it's weird and maybe seems hard, but every day you get more confident and notice how easy it is. that's the exact same with the void. everything is progress because every single thing is one step closer to being comfortable.
the "before state"
a term you guys hear extremely often from me. i came up with it because this was also a misinformation. but wait, what is it?? the so called "before state." it describes the time where you, the awareness, get ready to leave the physical plane. it always happens and especially beginner can feel A LOT there. it is the state where you feel like spinning, floating, falling all at once with tingles, dizziness, and confrusion. some time ago people said that this is the void. it is not. that's, as you already know by now, something that happens before you enter the void. many feel it, some do not and that is completely okay. for most people that actually feel it this intense it get's less and less every time they try. like you get more and more used to the idea of the void state, you know? you mostly witness it when you try to enter it awake or through a physical state. if you think you can not stand it, that's okay, you got enough other ways!
awake
made for biginner and everyone else
-before doing anything, ask yourself what you wanna do there? do you wanna chill a bit, manifest something, shift? with the intention or affirmations? if you can answer that you're good to go
-maybe put your phone away really quick to just calm down a bit so you're not full of energy while trying. you could draw something instead?
-lay down in a position where you know that it won't distract you. nothing that hurts or is uncomfortable
-now it helps many (especially when it's your fist attemps) to have a vague "plan". do you wanna visualize? affirm? counting?
-if you wanna relax more you can take a few breaths at the beginning
-after that try to just don't care about your body. don't care about your breath (and DON'T focus on it!!), you can count or start visualizing/affirming till you reach a deep deep relaxed state
-now you'll probably start feeling A LOT. physically and mentally (i don't talk about the itchy-pain feeling, that's just you body). your body will feel like floating, spinning and falling at the same time, you'll be dizzy and "confused". that's okay and totally normal. just stand it, do not fight it*
-if you have trouble affirming while that happen just think about it, it doesn't have to be very specific
-after that you'll feel nothing, absolutely nothing
-then you'll leave the physical plane, you'll just know it because you feel inner peace and happiness and calm
*this is the before state and will most probably get less intense every time you try sleep
you can also enter it with a sleep method! a thing not many people know but that's why we are here, right? just go to bed, now you can do several things
- listen to subliminals
- affirm
- visualize
- have mental conversations about the void
- just set your intention
you can do all, you can do none, just one, whatever you want. it is like the intention for shifting just with the difference that you wanna leavsle the 3d and not change your physical environment. it is the method many people use when they have problems with the before state, don't wanna lay still or have no time for it. you can do it anytime, everywhere. if you focus right now on lucid dreaming? awesome, you can still intend. in fact, the intention is exactly equally progress as when you try it awake. so it's definitely not just a "lazy version"!
other ways
as said, you can leave the physical plane through everything but here are some of your favorites:
- lucid dreaming
you can do it already or practice it right now? awesome! maybe try to enter the void state throught it. once the dream is lucid start to say affirmations, visualize or intend. or whatever you feel called to do
- physical states
you can reach sats easily? the theta state? you meditate or are able to disconnect from your body?use it for the void state if you want. if you can enter one of these and it helps you to disconnect from the physical world, that is really great. do whatever you want to do or ate able to. the same recommended as always, visualization, affirmations, no matter what you like the most
- " is this even real?"
you know the moment when life feels kinda unreal?when you look at the physical world and genuinely question how this can be reality? these are great moments to affirm you are in the void! if it feels unreal, who could proof that you aren't in the void?
- subliminals
got no time or just don't wanna try? there are many good subliminals out there to enter the void state. personally i recommend solars one. just listening to subliminals can also bring you in the void. they send clear commands of what you want to your subconscious mind and it will just say "oh, wanna leave? okay got you sweetie!"
affirmations
- i am pure awareness
- i am pure consciousness
- i am in the void
- i am in the void state
- i leave the physical plane
- i leave the 3d
- i completely disconnect from the 3d
- i can not get influenced by anything physical
- i am just pure awareness
- i have my natural state of mind
- i have my natural power
- i am home
- the void is my home
- i am where i'm supposed to be
- i leave the physical plane behind me
- i leave my body behind me
- i am pure nothing
- i want to leave the physical plane
- i am comfortable with leaving the physical plane
- leaving the physical plane is natural for me
- i am used to leave the physical plane
- i am used to being the void
- the void is my natural place
iv. q & a
just ask anything in the comments and i'll answer it here! or if you want you can take a look at my ask me anything - void state related, there are also a lot different questions!
q: do you feel unconditional love in the void?
a: you could describe it like that. you feel truly happy, at peace, calm, loved, secure, all the positive things you naturally should feel :smile:
q: Hey! Even if I donât practice it awake and just intent to get into void state and sleep will my body get used to leave the 3D?
a: absolutely!! it's the same amount of progress :smile:
v. outro
this was my post about the void state and the first part of "vanilla explain's" my series where i explain things to you that aren't very common here! if you have wishes and ideas, let me know. please also comment every question you may have about the void state
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How does one go "You're Too Sweet For Me" to "My Baby's Sweet As Can Be"?
Synopsis: Simon Riley finds himself stuck in a situation, growing feelings for his roommate who's so annoyingly caring, domestic, sweet and too good for him. What happens when he let's himself indulge in the sweetness rather than cage himself in the bitter life he's been told is the only one he's deserving of and the only life he's known?
Apologies to this mess of a lyricfic, I couldn't help it even though this was supposed to be a relationship analysis..
MEN WRITTEN BY ANA HUANG ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. Alright back to our original programmed schedule with Hozier. ALSO SURPRISE! THIS CONTAINS 3 HOZIER SONGS as an apology for not posting these past two weeks due to me enjoying holidays, reading, prom dress picking and wanting to stab myself because of life, there's the added bonus đ
My CoD Masterlist
My Simon Riley x You Playlist
Also reader in this one had a lot of characterization, she's me fr, so AFAB?Reader, Fem!Reader, Short!Reader, Reader is VERY feminine with fashion, soft-girl-sunshine!Reader and Chubby?Reader. Y'all have no idea how hard it is to write without a personality and physical intimacy in romance, I tried but failed đ
Warnings and Disclaimers: Mentions and details on sexual content ahead (is this considered smut? Idk anymore). Not detailed smut but vivid memories of sexual intercourse (especially the dialogue) with Simon. Again, this is a safe account for all ages because I'm not a MDNI acc, you are responsible for your own media consumption. DO NOT GO ON MY DMS, INBOX OR REPLY TO MY CONTENT TO TELL ME YOUR AGE. I don't need to know that and let's strive to not make each other uncomfortable. Mentions of questioning of religion or rather belief on afterlife??
Pink, bold and italic: Lyrics
Italic: recalling past events
Little snippet of an image of how I imagined he'd hold you, courtesy of the one and only @ave661
"It can't be said I'm an early bird, it's 10 o'clock before I say a word. Baby, I can never tell, how do you sleep so well?"
Simon Riley was never a man to live the life he was taught to in the military, it was out of habit for him to not leave his room until around noon. Then there was you, his roommate, he didn't exactly calculate how much it would affect his personal life to save money through rent by willingly letting someone within the same living space.
He'd find himself with not even a wink of sleep, hearing your footsteps through the thin walls, hearing the lock on the windows outside click open.
"You kept telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight. But then you wake up from the sunrise."
He'd always hear you, quite frankly it was like nagging on the constant.
"Simon you shouldn't do that, you'll hurt yourself"
"Simon please go get some rest"
"Simon.."
He'd swear he'd rip his own ears out every time his name falls from your lips from how sweet and chirpy it sounded and yet deafening silence would consume him whenever you aren't around.
"You don't gotta pretended, Baby, now and then. Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake? Smellin' lika bonfire, lost in the haze?"
Something about you makes it so tempting for Simon to give in, I mean it would be a one time thing, wouldn't it? So soft, so pliant, he set himself up for an addiction. It wasn't healthy, he knew this, he'd convince himself of the fact that he would end up hurting you.
Just too different, it repeated like a mantra in his head. He was bitter, brooding and didn't find any sense of pleasure in living. Why'd you think he has the job he chose? It's all he knew, till you skip your way into his life, giving him the sweetness he was deprived of.
"If you're drunk on life babe, I think it's great. But while in this world, I think I'll take my whiskey neat"
Drowning himself in alcohol, a trait Simon promised himself he wouldn't ever do when he was young, setting his glass down with a small thud from the wooden table. But what would the kid version of him know about life. He didn't have healthier options of coping with what seems to be his dilemma.
But then there you were, sweet little thing coming home at the late hour in that skimpy dress of yours. Revealing too much to the eyes of those who wish to have you for themselves with just one look. Where did you go that night?
"My coffee black in my bed at three, you're too sweet for me"
Desperately trying to keep himself awake and at bay from his thoughts of you. Drowning himself in now two cups of straight black coffee to help him focus.
It was odd, you got used to the scent, was strong with a lack of sweetness but it calmed you down knowing he was around.
How he'd corrupt you, he wanted to shatter that rose tinted glasses of yours to save you from himself because being with him would change you. Selfish but he doesn't want that, you were utter perfection..
Simon further delved into his feelings, what the fuck was wrong with him?
"I aim low. I aim true, and the ground's where I go. I work late where I'm free from the phone and the job gets done"
Grumbling, Simon walks back into the apartment in the middle of the night. You heard a thud, you come out of your bedroom, yawing from you incomplete sleep.
"Si..? Are you hurt? What happened?" You asked in a soft tone, careful not to agitate someone would could possibly be pissed off.
Simon stays silent, glaring at you as his eyes was only thing visible because of his balaclava. Your soft gaze intimidated him, because why would he feel that squeeze in his heart?
"But you worry some, I know but who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate. The rest of you like you're the TSA, I wish I could go along Babe, don't get me wrong..."
The only thing Simon heard was a sigh from you and nothing more, you walk up to him, each footstep feeling louder than that last.
Something Simon didn't expect you to do was wrap you arms around his waist, tiny thing you are that your head only goes up to his chest. Your body against his, basking in the warmth in contrast to the cold weather he had to deal with coming home.
"You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. If you can sit in a barrel maybe I'll wait, until that day.."
You took care of him that night, to his reluctance and stubbornness. Despite refusing, he had no choice, he wouldn't want a soft thing like you on his ear the whole night till he agrees. You were persuasive in your own irritating way.
Sitting on the edge of the tub of the warm bath he's in, washcloth in hand. Touch was so gentle, why was it so soft? Why's it so warm? "It's the water you fucking idiot" his subconscious screaming at him. In denial.
Why is his heart beating so fast..? He wants to stab it to stop the feeling..
"I'd rather take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three. You're too sweet for me"
Using both your hands this time around, one gently holding his chin with your fingers while the other wiping away at the eyeblack he had. Every scar on his face felt the graze of your finger.
The slow blinks, your eyes on his. Before any conscious thoughts consume Simon, he lifts his arms from the warm water and wraps them around you.
Your nightgown was now damp but you couldn't care less, now with the man you were pinning over, foreheads against the other.
"Si.." you softly whisper. That nickname will be the death of him, you'll be the death of him. He crashes his lips on yours, not wanting to let go till you both were panting. You were too fucking sweet, your lips, your skin, everything. He wanted a taste and he got it...
"My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshiped her sooner"
Another sleepless night wasn't uncommon for someone like Simon.. however this aching feeling wasn't, he doesn't know where it's from or what it's about. Not until he heard you in the kitchen, letting out a giggle even though you knew better.
"If the Heavens ever did speak, She's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week "We were born sick"
That sweet fucking voice, like the angels speaking to him themselves. "Oh- I'm sorry Si, did I wake you up?" You asked, turning around to the sound of his footsteps.
That tiny nightdress of yours, a reminder of the night you spent together, that morning you slept in his bed.
Lashes beautifully displayed on the delicate skin of your under eyes. Soft noises while your chest was peacefully moving up and down with every breath.
"She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom". The only Heaven I'll be sent to, is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well. A, Amen, Amen, Amen"
"Simon.. Ahh~" you moan out softly, your body writhing underneath him. It felt hot, sweaty despite the well ventilated room, so intimate from something that was supposed to be the farthest thing from domestic.
"Shhh, you can take it sunshine.. You don't want the neighbors to hear us, do you?" Simon whispers, callous hand covering your mouth with as little pressure possible, you whimper at his words.
Closing your eyes to lose yourself in the pleasure you've never felt before. Your body being worshiped with gentle hands and soft kisses that leave marks by the very same man who kept distancing himself from you, now he'd stop at nothing for your pleasure.
"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life."
"Simon.. no moreâ" you whined. Scratching his back hard enough to leave marks without being aware, he'd always imagine what those pretty pink nails could do to him.
"Just one more, please sunshine.. you remember our safe word right?" Simon asks for you to nod softly, you didn't have energy to take anymore. "I told you I'll make you feel good, didn't I? So be a good girl for me and take it, hmm?"
Your eyes roll back at his praise, your legs shake with one after another wave of pleasure running through your body. This man was starved.. insatiable.. who would be able to resist such a request? Not you.
"If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight to keep the Goddess on my side. She demands a sacrifice, drain the whole sea, get something shiny"
It took everything in Simon not to worship the ground you walked on that night, he wasn't trying very hard, was he? Because always.. at the end of the night, you're in his bed, his mind, his life.
Was it really a sin? To want something you don't deserve? Simon stayed up that whole night, not a wink of sleep while thinking of whether this arrangement should continue. Every bone and organ in his body telling him to be selfish, take what was something that wasn't his to take.
"Something meaty for the main course, that's a fine looking high horse. What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful that looks tasty, that looks plenty, this is hungry work"
Simon's gaze, never faltering on your sleeping figure that he refuses to go anywhere but his own arms. He tries to close his eye to compose himself, free himself from the emotions you emit from him.
His efforts were to no use, all he saw was the image of you, sweetly smiling, those doe eye staring right through his soul.
"No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness, in the soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human, only then I am clean"
You were getting too close for your own good, Simon knew that, he'll be damned if he let's himself hurt you. So he does what any stupid man would do, avoid you like the plague. Did it mean nothing? Were you just some fling, never to be talked about again?
Fuck you Simon Riley, he made you feel loved in bed like no man ever has or ever will, completely ruining your chance of ever thinking of anything else and that was just a hook-up session? Maybe this one time you can let yourself be delusional, was there really something more? Only one way to find out.
"Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen, Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life"
You caught him, fucking finally, after days of waiting and trying to get him at the perfect time. "Si.." you whispered softly, you didn't know where to start. He took a quick glance at you before looking back at what he was doing.
"Simon Riley, don't fucking ignore me. Not after everything that happened those nights" You said, it was stern but he needed to hear it. It made him stop, think about what had happened.
Before he could generate a response, "Why?" You asked. It was a vague question, why was he ignoring you? Why does he feel this way? Why does he love you yet refuse to act on it?
"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life.."
"You don't deserve a man like me, you deserve one who is like you, optimistic, sweet, fucking beautiful and alive.. A man who's not damaged, scarred, has blood on his hands and haunted by his past. A man who's not afraid to show his love for you. A man who won't put his burdens on your shoulders and a man who will take care of you instead of the other way around. That's what you deserve and I can't give that"
Everything felt like it came to a stop, were you hearing that right?
"You have no idea how much you contradict yourself, Si. How are you so sure that you haven't given those things to me already? You might not be like me but "like me" isn't what I want.. I want you, every flaw, every beautiful scar. Not once before your silent treatment have you hurt me, it's frustrating yes, but you are worthy of that. Every struggle, frustration and mistake, every bit of your love is worth all of that. I want you to see that Si, your actual true worth rather than what some psychotic fucker decided to torture you with"
"Boys, workin' on empty. Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby, I'm so full of love I could barely eat"
"Si?"
"Yes, Sunshine?"
"I love you" You whispered after smothering him in a plethora of kisses. Never has anything made Simon melt more in his life than his wife say that. Doesn't matter how long it's been, how much the both of you have been through or how much frustration the both of you were going through..
It will always stay the same, the feeling those three words give him, like the first time, every moment feels that way. Familiar, finally.. Home.
"There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree. 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be, she give me toothaches just from kissin' me"
He always thought about how unfaithfulness was such a struggle between some people, he thought about how good he has it constantly, reflecting back on what he used to have to how now this is something he never thought he'd have or deserve.
"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"
When a man finds himself in the verge of embracing death's arms, what causes the struggle? What causes him to fight that pain, to keep on going? Not once has this crossed Ghost's mind.
No. He's not Ghost, he's Simon. Your Simon.
And you're expecting your Simon home, fuck everything else, he'll give the biggest "fuck you" to death itself and crawl home to you because he'll be damned and he'll experience everything he has in his life over and over again just to hold you again.
"Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin, I woke with her walls around me. Nothin' in her room but an empty crib and I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived, but I swear I thought I dreamed her. She never asked me once about the wrong I did."
It should matter, the amount of blood on his hands. Not once did you judge him for it, what the fuck was wrong with you? Giving a monster such as him a bath like he was some innocent stray kitten, although this time around it was far more messy. The dried blood caked underneath his finger nails.
Flashing him a tired smile while you wiped off the blood that made the water in the tub a hue of brownish-red. Taking your hand in his, his lips brushing against your knuckles. The way you looked at him was enough to make him cry.
"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"
"Fucking get up" Simon repeats to himself, "She needs you, she loves you" despite how many times he's convinced himself you didn't due to the voice of his father in his head, it felt like a knife twisting in his heart imagining how it would be for you without him.
How much you cried the night he came home a day later, you told him yourself, practically sobbing while clutching your aching chest and him with your other arm how you weren't ready for Price to show up at your doorsteps holding Simon's belongings.
He won't let that happen.. he can't...
"My babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done. If the Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me"
Simon knew it, no one would ever love him like you do. No one would show him the same acceptance, devotion, care, concern and love. It wasn't healthy to be so attached dependently to someone in love.
He couldn't help it, it felt so right, everything with you did. Never a judgmental one, at least towards him. Always first to hold him, the first to ever take away the heavy guilt that weighed his heart and shoulders down after he'd done something he knows he'll go to hell for, if it's even real
"When I was kissing on my baby and she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamplight I was free. Heaven and hell were words to me"
Every inch was kissed, not a part wasn't worshiped. "So fuckin' beautiful, so sweet. All for me, hmm?" Simon mumbled against your skin, suckling on the soft sweetness that he so claims. All hickeys, no bruises.
Fuck, he'd not just survive but thrive on just you. No other sustenance, your supple thighs he adores to cover in purple, your neck, your lips and your skin that he often compares to sugar syrup in his head.
"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her"
The question was, was it worth it to live an eternity of lifetimes filled with suffer to be with you in at least once? The only answer to ever graze Simon Riley's lips was the word "yes", the day that changes is the day that he'd be the biggest bull-shiter the world has ever known.
Simon opened the door to your shared home, "Daddy!" A loud squeal wakes him up from his dread of what he's seen on the field.
"How's my little sunshine been? 'Ave you been good to your momma while I was gone?" Simon asked, carrying the little girl in his arms.
"Yes! Momma said we'd go to the park tomorrow as a reward for me helping out!" Little one saying it so proudly, Simon couldn't help but smile, beaming with pride as his little girl grows up to be what he recognizes as a good person.
"Simon..? You're finally home, I missed you so much" You said, peeking out the laundry room. You walked out, quick to give him a peck on the lips.
"I love you Si.."
"I love you too Sunshine"
Also this is a very long fic.. I expect long feedback.. @connorsui đ
Does this make sense? Idk anymore it's like almost midnight and I'm running on a few hours of sleep. GOD MY PROM DRESS LOOKS SO GOOD, I CAN'T WAIT.
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By complete accident I somehow have the autopsy scar mod on top of the bhaalist tattoo mod, donât ask me how theyâre both on my durge I have no idea how it happened. But it got me thinking how would the origin characters (+halsin) react/barely react to a lover that is heavily scarred and tattooed? (Set in Act 1)
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Astarion: The first time Astarion saw your body for himself was when he walked past your tent late at night, through the flaps in the entrance he saw all those scars, he couldnât tell what had you awake this late in the night, especially mostly naked with your back turned. The vampire simply continued on his way to hunt for the night. He dropped it there, until that is, the second night in the clearing you two spent together. He was lying down leaning his head against his arms as his red eyes stared at your naked body. His eyes flowed down every scar that littered your body, he barely seemed to look at the tattoos but thatâs what he asked about first âSo, can you translate that one?â - he points to the tattoo across your left arm, lifting up the limb you pull your skin to take a proper look at it. Itâs been a while since you properly saw it, because just out of sight enough to make it annoying to stare at. When you tell him Astarion seems content with the information. His fingers drift across the tattoo. Itâs a tender moment until the elfâs hand floats toward your neck. His ice cold fingers dancing across the lingering puncture wounds on your neck - âBut these are by far my favorite mark on you,â You lean into Astarionâs touch releasing a chuckling sigh before calling him the weirdest flirt you have ever seen.
Gale: He really didnât mean to go to the river at the same time he truly meant to go two hours early when he said he would, but that tome was particularly interesting - the effects of adrenaline on libido, certainly important for a man so restricted by his netherese orb. But now it was two hours past and he definitely had a musk going on. Taking an extra robe and rag Gale went to the nearby river, only you were there too. Illuminated in moonlight you were bare in front of him. Gale cleared his throat loudly, trying to let you know he was there. What he did not expect was for you to whip around and get out of the water to say hello. He tried his best to only look at your face, he did not succeed. Your skin was glowing with a vei of water cascading down in droplets. Galeâs eyes followed one droplet from your hair, down your neck, across your chest until a certain tattoo caught his eye, infernal script. Trying to keep his focus on the tattoo rather than the flesh its on he asked you if it meant what he thought it did. He was right in fact, and you told him the story behind why you got it, quite the nice tale. The wizard relaxed enough to notice another scar across your soldier âIs that from a magic missile?â He asked without thinking. Nodding in confirmation you turned to show your shoulder blade where the other two missiles struck. As you turned around the coldness of the night hit you like a thunder wave, a massive shiver shook your entire body spraying tiny water droplets around. âGosh you must be freezing,â - Gale wrapped you in his towel-rag before stressfully ushering you back towards the camp. Once you got back to your tent you realized you left your towel and clothes on a nearby rock, you could return the peeping Tom favor.
Halsin: Halsin adores you long before he ever saw your birthday suit, sure he thought about it, quite a lot, but with his focus deep on the shadow-curse he doesnât have time to do much other than think about out. But the first time he does see you was far from romantic or sensual. A hook horror had slashed your entire back open when you got to close, and Halsin watched it all happen. Before the beast even hit the ground he was rushing over to you, he didnât think, he just ripped your armor right off of you to get to the wound. You might have been screaming but his ears were ringing too loud to tell one noise from another. Halsin couldnât even see where scar ended and fresh cut began, your tattoos were doused in enough blood to make them impossible to see against your skin. The bear of an elfâs hand floated above the wound with the same glowing blue light the hook horrorâs body was basking in, thank silvanus he was far enough from the sussur tree for his magic to work. Even with his healing a scar in the same place as the monster's claw marks stayed. Halsinâs druidic skills must be faltering, thatâs what he determines at least. Until the next day, youâre healed fully up and about getting ready to leave camp for the day. Halsin calls out your name - âIâm sorry I could not heal you fully, I tried best I could but the scar persistsâ to his confusion you begin laughing. The scar heâs so upset about has been on you for so long now, and you tell him such. His healing left no scar, in fact he healed you so well an old scar was able to show.
Karlach: The first time she saw you naked you were bathing next to each other after a battle. Even with Dammonâs initial upgrade you canât touch each other, but you swore to find ways to be intimate without touching, just like this. However you neglected to inform her about what lay under your clothes until now, scars covering you head to toe interlaced with tattoos of varying quality. âHey Soldier! How come you didnât tell me before stealing my aesthetic!â You didnât even register this was the first time exposing yourself in such a way, a brief moment of panic before you burst into a smile. âCome here, let me see themâ Karlach makes you twirl around, using the faintest touch of her fingers to pull your arms out and see the tattoos wrapping around them. Her eyes continued to trail down your body, after a gasp she jumped back up to your face - âThat burn scar looks like mine!â She said before pulling down her trousers to show you the near identically placed scar on her thigh. But Karlach didnât ask about the obviously fresher stab scars, she continued to smile at her new discovery but lets the two of you properly bathe for once.
Laeâzel: Even when pinning you against a wall the githyanki warrior wasnât particularly gentle. Itâs not like you didnât know what you were getting yourself into tonight, she had said pretty explicitly she seemed carnal pleasure. Somehow Laeâzel was even more assertive in such a scenario than during your adventures. You couldnât even take your own armor off, she practically ripped it off of you. Your body is exposed to her in an instant, she doesnât react, her hands go immediately to unlace your trousers and undergarments. The night is enjoyable even as exhausting as it was. Only much later does Laeâzel ever comment on them, and its in a conversation praising you twoâs battle prowess âEach scar is a battle fought, a battle won.â You try not to tell her you have at least two scars from dropping the knife while cooking with Gale. Sheâs sweet in her own way.
Shadowheart: Shadowheart first saw you naked while healing a particularly cruel wound, goblin had snuck up on you and slashed your torso deep. You stabilized yourself quick enough with a healing potion but the wound persisted. After the battle you wandered your way over to Shadowhearts tent, asking for help. She laid you down atop her bedroll, sliding your shirt off as you let yourself relax into the makeshift bed. And then you caught it, Shadowheartâs eyes widened, shit. But she didnât say anything; she pressed her warm hands towards your open wound as they lit alight with magic. Radiating from your gash the warm feeling washed over you, your eyes closed softly breathing out in relief. Shadowheart quelled her magic, looking over you for a fat moment. You can feel her eyes wandering over you, up and down your chest, down your stomach and across both your arms. The relief of healing has left you now but youâre still too scared to open your eyes. And then a soft hand traced along your largest scar, her fingers were so light it tickled. âI like your tattoos.â The half-elfâs voice was soft, her eyes focused back on your large scar, âHowâd you get that one.â Whether or not you tell the story sheâs content, happy to have this extra piece of you in her memory.
Wyll: Poor Wyll just wanted to ask about the plans for tomorrow, but not only did he smack his horns on the skeleton of your tent while entering but youâre also as naked as the day you were born. The man nearly shrieked like he saw a ghost, his entire chest swelled up with his shoulders shooting up and he looked like he just swallowed a frog. Without a word Wyll turned on his heel and left your tent, only after trying to cool his blushing face off did he even process all your markings. Upon the log he sat on he dragged his hand up and down his face trying to process what the hells just happened. And then you exited your tent, completely decent this time. You greeted Wyll and sat beside him wondering what he had barged in about in the first place. But the poor man canât even look at you. He as calmly as he could gave you the sincerest apology youâve ever heard. After your acceptance he finally turns to you âSo what does that tattoo across your back mean?â You pause for a moment, then explain as best you can. And that conversation continues just like that, heâd ask how you got a certain scar or tattoo and youâd answer him. In return he showed you one particularly nasty scar on his arm from a monster he fought while traversing the sword coast. What may have started as the most embarrassing moment of your partnership ended with you closer than before.
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An alternate ending of Thin Walls, Thin Lines.
Note: Basically the smut content no one asked for our fuckboy!bucky in ă Thin Walls, Thin Lines ă. So read it first for context! (if you haven't already)
Navigation: Original Version || Deleted Scene* (alt. ending)
Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x female!reader
Words: 3.7k++
Warnings: 18+ content, smut, no minors allowed, nsfw, fluff, lil bit of angst, cunnilingus, finger fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, squirting, cum eating, needy bucky, an absolute filth and i'm sorry for bucky's behaviour in this one, he is just a horny mf on a daily basis also I just want to warn you about the sinful things he might say in this.
P/S: I don't know what to say. I love the fluff ending from the original version, but this... this ending. Even if i feel like it's a messy writing. but pheww. You can just tell why I refused to choose and ended up doing both.
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A playful smirk pulled on Bucky's lips when he spoke "Doll, you shouldn't be saying that so carelessly. Who knows I might use it for despicable things." Surely, he love to be the cause to bloom those red shades on her cheeks.
But it didn't happened when she asked quietly, "Will you?"
And the silence that came after was heavy with tenderness while their eyes spoke the truth to one another. As the thin lines in between got blurry, for once, there was just streams of genuine feelings pouring out of them, leaking through and contaminating the air with its magic.
Would he? Take advantage of her?
Of course not. But will he lie just to tease her? Yes. He would. "Maybe. Only if you let me." He shrugged.
And that made her blooming feature fell into a gloom. As if she was having a chaotic crisis within the pretty little troubled head of hers. Y/N didn't want whatever he was suggesting. She wanted more than a brief fling; more than a casual situationship.  Â
Because she loved him; truly. It wasn't just a passing passion, or an accidental chemistry.
Seeing the frown on her face and the panic spiralling in her eyes, Bucky chuckled as he knew she was taking his joke way too seriously, "Okay, how about I let you on with a little secret?" He suggested.
It perked her interest that Y/N simply nodded to his offer. Bucky smiled as he leaned down, lips grazing the shell of her ears whispering a shocking confession.
She wasn't even high from any medication that Dr. Cho had prescribe to her but she couldn't believe what she heard. Her widen eyes questioned his smug smile hovering over her. Until she sneakily pulled the pillow next to her and threw it to his face.
Y/N kicked the blankets and changed into a sitting position, "Urghh you're such a dick, Bucky! I can't believe that I let you make fun of me!" She said with a biting tone.
"But, I'm not though?" Which only triggered her to smack him more with the pillow she was holding. Soon, the silent room were filled with the sound of her angry groans and Bucky's hearty laughter that cascade into a muffled chuckles.
The moment Y/N let her guard down, Bucky quickly stole the soft weapon from her and reclarified his confession, "I'm serious. I've been in love with you for awhile now." It's not she was blind; she saw no lies in his eyes and there was nothing but truth in the gentle of his voice.
She squinted her eyes into a glare and folded her arms across her chest, "Well, you have a rather funny way of showing it."
Bucky only smile to her snarky remarks, his hand finding hers to pull her closer, "I think I made it clear with the endless flirting that you have been blatantly rejecting, doll." He placed her perfectly on his lap, rubbing his big hands on her small back.
Y/N scoffed, "The only thing that was clear from that was how badly you wanted to get in my pants." Despite her objection, she let him pamper her body with his touch.
Bucky grinned, "And I do. But, only because I love you."
When she caught his gaze, she knew there was something magical about it; she have read so many books and poetry describing the look of his steel blues. A look that she can only dream of and not experience it; and if she was to make it come true, then this would be it.
Bucky moved slightly forward to nudge the tip of his nose on her own, hands intertwining with her shaky ones, silently asking for a permission to kiss her.
If she wasn't too focus on his presence on her skin, she would've noticed how the blood rushing to her cheeks were making her blushed in red. It felt good, it felt right.
Y/N gave her answer by leaning her forehead on his and he didn't waste any time to capture her lips, pressing an innocent kiss against it as his flesh hand gripped on hers while his metal hand find her cheek.
Soon enough the surrounding air heated and Bucky managed to slipped his tongue into her parted lips, his tongue wrapped around hers as her free hand reached back to gather his hair in her grasp. As they were blinded in sight by their closed eyes, they let sensory of their body ravel in each other's touch.
Out of instinct, her hand pulled from his back, then resting it on the prickly surface of his jaw before slightly pushing him away. Bucky took the cue and broke the kiss, "Babydoll." His hot breath blew against her cheek as he lean his lips on it.
Y/N realized what she had done; she let him kiss her, touch her but what does this mean? "I..I.." She hesitated.
"You're okay, y/n. Tell me to stop. Tell me to fuck off. It's okay, you can tell me anything." Bucky coaxed softly as he held her closer.
"I want this. I want you, Bucky. But... how can I trust you?" She really do. But, some part of her still reluctant to his history, "You've been sleeping around with those girls for months. Almost every night." Bucky cringed to his own behaviour. "How do I know it? That I'm not becoming one of them? That I'm not just some fucktoy you're gonna use and toss after?" She didn't care if she sound desperate. She needed him to be true because she know this won't work if he isn't willing to.
Bucky breath caught in the middle, as he knew that even the sweetest words won't satisfy her worry, so he only told the truth, "You have been the only one I wanted, y/n. And I know words aren't enough convice you. So let me show you, baby. Let me make love to you until you see how much I truly love you."
And he indeed fulfill his promise on that.
Bucky took his time undressing her until she was bare as the day she was born. He took longer time kissing her skin, loving each part of her perfect body and a much more lingering kisses around the bruises from today's mission.
Now that her pretty little cunt was right in front of him, exposed and bare, he wondered if this was all just a dream. Because it felt like it. No matter though; he'd devour her just the same whether she was just a creation of his dreams or his actual reality.
Bucky pressed several kisses on her clit, leaving the wet kissing noises filling the quiet room. He brought his tongue out slowly and started to lick her up; just to have a taste, "So pretty." he purred in between licking her fluids, teasing her. "So perfect." His fingers went to spread her lips apart and she made a strangled noise when she felt his long wet tongue, flattening through her folds, "Fuck." she cursed.
And after the first taste of her, Bucky realized how greedy he was getting especially when delved right back into her. "Bucky..." she whimpered his name as his warm lips wrapped around her clit, lewdly sucking on as if it was a tasty strawberry flavored sweet, just to release her moments after. He chuckled and slurred against her wetness, "Love the way you moan by name, sweetheart. Need to hear more."
His hands had moved from her waist to her hips in effort to pull her closer. If Y/N had anything to speak up in response then it was too late to say out loud because her head was swiftly wiped clean the moment his lips press into her clit again.
Bucky's grip on her thighs were almost harsh, just to keep her legs spread wide open for him to suckle on her clit, flicking his tongue over it deliciously. Looking down, she can only see the dark mess hair bobbing between her legs as he eats out her needy little cunt.
Y/N's mind was cloudy with ecstacy and pleasure crawling through her with each flick of his warm tongue between her folds. When it felt too good, she couldn't help but to catch his soft hair, holding on for her dear life as he devoured her cunt; noisy and messy.
"So fucking good, doll." He grunted into her weeping pussy, low and sensual as he pushed her legs further, allowing himself more access to her sweetness. "You taste so good."
Unbeknownst to her, Bucky was also enjoying every moment of this. Each time he moaned and groaned into her pussy, was the also time he thrusted his own needy cock against the mattress. The tip of was leaking with so much precum that it had left a wet stain behind.
With him getting that desperate, it felt like he was about to bust his nuts at any given time. But he wanted to wait; at least until Y/N gets her first high of the night. When his slick tongue deliciously fucking her pussy, exploring inside her, litters of curses of his name escaped from her lips as she moaned.
His wet tongue explored her insides as they clenched with lust and she choked out of air, not sure of how much longer she could take it because there was no way to deny it, she was about to cum, "Fuck,, Bucky. I'm cumming,,"
Bucky hummed into her when he pulled his tongue out, switching to rubbing on her clit, up and down, all the while was chasing his own orgasm, frantically humping on the bed like a rabid dog in heat.
Y/N gasped when he alternate between to sucking her clit and licking her up. Her back arched, pushing her cunt further into his hungry mouth in hopes to reach her release, "Please, please, don't stop.. need it, Bucky. Oh fuckkk"
Both of his hands; flesh and metal, slide up to grab her hips, helping her to grind on his tongue until her wetness came leaking out into his mouth, right on his tongue. Bucky came right along with her, grunting needily as the pink tip of his cock spurted out ribbons of his cream on in her mattress, marking his territory.
Bucky continued running his tongue up and down her wet slit throughout her orgasm, lapping away at her release that leaked out then gulping it down his throat as he watched her sighs with content.
When he pressed a soft kiss against her puffy, oversenstive clit, she thought it was end of it. But she couldn't be more wrong. The moment Y/N felt his metal finger trailed along her inner thighs, she knew that he wasn't satisfied with just eating her out.
She yelped when Bucky swiftly pulled her down, until her ass slides through the mess he made earlier, "What...?" Y/N herself didn't know what to ask but he knew exactly how to answer, "That's my cum, babydoll." He swiped some of the fluid from the sheets and smeared it on her throbbing cunt, making her instinctively moan.
Bucky smirked, "Eating your pretty pussy made me cum so hard, doll." With hunger in his gaze, he watched how his mess of a cum made her cunt glisten even more, "And because of that you deserve a reward, don't you think?" She whined as she nodded eagerly.
"Yeah, you do. You deserve to get your tight hole fucked by my metal fingers, don't you?" He continued to draw tight circles on her clit while his middle finger glides through her slit until he found her entrance, and pushed it in.
Y/N's head jerked up to the sudden intrusion. It was cold and reached much deeper than any of her fingers before. When Bucky twisted and curled the metal within her walls she cried out of pleasure. It was such new sensation and so fucking good.
A sudden entrance of another finger making her squeal from how sensitive her insides were to his metal fingers. And it made Bucky so full with pride to see her bending her back, her hips quivering, her walls tighten; all for him, "You can take it, sweetheart."
There was no such thing a pause when Bucky finger-fucked her hard; with his flesh hand pawing at her breast. He had his eyes locked on to the way her eyes roll back, panting breaths through those soft lips of hers, while his fingers drilled her tight pussy over and over and over, "That's it, that's fucking it baby. Such a good girl for me." He praised.
Endless moan were filling the room, along with the squelching sound of her wet cunt getting pounded mercilessly. Y/N lifted her hips higher; the feelings of Bucky's fingers inside her was different than her own. The stimulation and pleasure coming from his ways were distinct; like how the tip of his finger hits her unexplored g-spots or how his thumb pressed and twisted on her clit.
Bucky managed to pull the most sinful and desperate noises from her, "I-Iâm going to cum,," she whimpered, hands balling into fists on the bed sheets as her hips followed his thrusts. "Yeah? Already, doll?" He taunted as he rolled her clit between his thumb and index finger.
Y/N nodded eagerly in between her moaning mess, before she let out high-pitched, satisfied whimper of his name as endless of fluid squirted out of her overstimulated pussy. "Oh fuck babydoll." He groaned as watched awe at her gushing cunt. "Did you just squirt? Hmm fuckkkkk, you should've done that when I have my mouth on you, baby. Shit."
Bucky scoot back to leaned his face right in between her legs. He darted his tongue out before he licked and suck the remaining fluid leaking out of her, making her squirm and whimper. And the slurping sound coming from him was such a sinful thing to hear, "Taste so good too. Gotta do that again next time, sweetheart. I wanna drink it all." he proposed.
"But now I need to be inside you." Bucky's declaration were cut short as his mouth captured hers in a heated kiss.
Y/N moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue as she kissed him back passionately, her body burning from all the pent-up frustration she had been pushing back for months. Bucky broke the kiss after a few mind-numbing minutes, before his hungry lips roamed around her neck, hands trailing over every part of her exposed skin as her heart rate spikes
"Need you, babydoll." Bucky groaned as he pumped his hard cock with his hand, spreading his dribbling pre-cum around his thick length. She whined as he gripped her legs, spreading them as wide as they'll go before rubbing the head of his cock against her slit.
He leaned again to kiss her one more time before sliding inside, slowly. "Oh god," Y/N moaned as she burned deliciously around him while he spreads her open.
Bucky's hands moved up find the crook in between her waist and hips, settling his veiny hands to the shape of her curves. His hips pounded into her, getting faster and harder with each thrust. As Y/N began to wrap her legs around his waist, he grabbed them and pulling he flused against his hips before he continued drilled his cock into her pussy.
The sensation was a combination of pain and pleasure and she feel as though she's in heaven. "Faster," she cried out.
"Look at you. You're so wet for me, doll. Feels so good around me--" Bucky's voice breaks into a groan as his hips meet hers, "--It's like your pussy was made for me. Gotta let me have you everyday now that you're mine, right sweetheart?"
"Mmmmhnn" she moaned; things took a turn when she clutched around him harder, it was abnormally tight as if it was trying to milk him right there and then. Bucky couldn't help but to groan in pleasure to the new sensation, "F-fuck" he cursed.
It took his less than a minute to figure out the reason why. Bucky smirked sinfully, "You like it when I talk dirty to you?" he slurred. Y/N's eyes were getting teary from all the pleasure she was feeling, from the stuffing feelings in her chest to the sensation of his hard cock thrusting in and out of her cunt.
"i- ahh I-i don't hhmmnn shit i don't know." she tried to deny him.
Bucky stopped his pace, pulled back slowly, "Really?" and slammed it back in hard, "Are you sure, princess?" He almost knocked her out of her breath.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure that my pretty girl loves it when I claim her as mine while I'm fucking her tight little pussy. Does she?" Bucky's kept on slow and hard torturous thrust, it was certainly slow but oh it felt so good; especially when he was doting at Y/N like this.
Was she really a sinner? Because this felt way too good to be in hell.
"Can't speak? Come on, my sweetheart. Speak up, let me hear ya." He demanded. Bucking her hips, wanting for more, "Y-yes, Bucky. I love i-it"
Bucky groan as her walls clenched him so good. Fuck, how many times has he thought of this? Dreamt of this? Probably, countless.
"You know why I keep changing girls, doll?" He sneaks his hands between their bodies and started to rub her clit. Her body shivered to the sensation, shaking her head to the sides as answer. "Yeah,, I bet you have no idea why do you?" He taunted.
Bucky let out a satisfied moan before his thrusts started going back to it's original pace. All whilst his cock pumped into her, gradually growing more fervent, her soaking pussy welcoming him in easily. Her whines mixed with Bucky's as she grabbed on the sheets behind her.
"Because I've been moaning your name in their ears, y/n. Everytime I stroke on my cock in anything, I have you in my mind. And when I cum, I imagine your pussy milking me dry. Just like you're doing now. Fuckkk,, doll, just like that."
Bucky's eyes that was fixated on her fucked out face since awhile ago, traveled down to where they were connected. Looking at how her little pussy shallowed his dick so well make him hornier.
Y/N slightly bounced upwards, his blues eyes tended back to her breasts. He used extra strength to see how her small body shook uncontrollably every time his hips met with hers, and to see those beautiful tits bouncing around.
"Bet you have no clue how much I want fuck my baby in you, doll. Or imagining the way your wedding ring glides on the side of my cock when you stroke me in your hand."
Bucky angled her body again by throwing her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward. This new angle made her eyes roll back. "Oh fuckk-- ahhh bucky,," she managed to say between his thrusts. Her entire body shaking from the tension building in her body as Bucky fucks her hard and fast, "I love you, y/n. I love you so. damn. much. I want to live the rest of my life in this cunt." He punctuated his words with hitting her sweet spot each time.
Bucky briefly threw his head back to hold back his orgasm before his hazy gaze landed on her, "Fuck doll, you look so pretty with my cock in you baby, so pretty. And we're so wet now. Hear that? Yeah, that's the sound of your tight little cunt getting wrecked by my cock. You fit me so perfectly. We're perfect." His thoughts were spilling out just as much as his precum leaking inside her.
There were tears in her eyes now, not only her walls but her whole body were stretching under him. It burned and it felt so damn good.
"Need you to cum, baby" Bucky spoke lowly, "I can feel ya, come on doll. Cum for me." He growled while continuing to pound her pussy.
And that would be the final straw for her. "fuck, yes, yes!" her voice hitched as her thighs begin to tremble around him. "...cumming. fuck, bucky i'm cumming." loud and sensual moans falling from her lips without much of an effort. Screaming out his name in pure bliss as her orgasm snapped through her high.
"That's it baby. Squeeze me so good." Bucky coaxed ever-so-tenderly, as her cum leaked around his cock and her pussy continued to milk him; begging and needing to feel his cum inside her.
"Hmm. I'm cumming, doll. Fuck,, oh fucking hell,, you're so good. Making me wanna cum, sweetheart. Where do you want it? Tell me. Where do you want my cum?" Bucky nearly whimpered as he felt his heavy balls were about to combust.
"Inside. Cum inside me," she moaned breathlessly.
Bucky almost growled to her response, "Good. fucking. girl. That's the only choice, baby. I'm gonna cum in you eitherway. Fuck fuck fuck,, I'm cumming shit take it, babydoll take it yeaahhh"
Leaning into her neck in a loud long moan, she felt Bucky's cock ached as he spilled himself inside her. His huge amount cream kept spurting endlessly, so much that it leaked out of her hole. Bucky whined as he continue to roll his hips, unable to stop humping into her stretched out, cum-filled cunt.
As he come down from the high, Bucky tried to pull out but only to be stopped by her circling her legs around him. He chuckled at her needy behaviour; as he found it quite adorable, "Want me to stay, baby?" he whispered softly and got a drunken nod as answer.
Bucky carefully flipped their position without leaving the tightness of her pussy, lying her limping body on his own. "Hmmmm" she hummed sleepily as she snuggled into his chest, eyes heavy with satisfaction.
"Yeah? Need my cock to fill you up for you to sleep well, hmm babydoll?" He cooed as he grind her hips downward, thrusting his cock into her slow and gentle. Y/N whined and mumbled, "Yes, please."
Bucky smiled tenderly, "Okay sweetheart. I'll keep you stuffed as long as you need me to. Now, I need you to go to sleep, okay?" He said, getting simple "okay" from the lady in his arms. Bucky placed a kiss on her head, as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as both of them got more and more drowsy as time goes by.
And at the end of this night, it was safe to say that this had been the best and longest sleep they both had since forever.
End.
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Your event is so cute!!! Could I get a sun kissed Malibu dream house with Aaron?? 𼚠in need of some fluff with him hehe
i am so so sorry this took me so long to write! writer's block these past few months has been kicking my butt. but, thanks to my awesome betas, i think i wrote something you'll like! hope you enjoy!
"Summer Lovin" ~ A. Hotchner
Summary: As the start of summer arrives, you and your friends at the BAU find yourselves feeling a bit reminiscent of the summers before. Along with that reminiscence, you start to miss the days when you and Aaron had little babies instead of big kidsâŚ
Pairing: Dad!Aaron Hotchner x Mom!Reader
Word Count: 2,019
Content Warning: lots of talk of babies/pregnancy, sexual humor, kind of fade to black smut if you read between the lines lol, small mention of food, lmk if i missed anything!
Extra Notes: i'm so sorry this took so long, i had a very hard time writing this and def meant to post it sooner. however, in the spirit of my city being under a heat advisory today, this feels appropriate to post đ
Originally Written: 06/04/2024 through 06/25/2024
Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold and @virtual-vivi đŤśđťđŠˇ
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Malibu Dream House - domestic!au
Aaron tossed off the blanket, letting out a small sigh of relief. âWhen did it get so hot?â he grumbled, his morning voice prominent. As he rolled over to his back, you spotted a big wet spot on the front of his tee shirt from just how much he was sweating.
Still, you scooted closer to him anyway and tossed an arm over his abdomen, his familiar scent filling your senses. âNews said thereâd be an excessive heat wave today.â
âIt's probably ninety degrees already,â he complained, âand it's not even 9:00 yet.â
Rolling onto your side to face him, you left a trail of kisses along his jawline. âHey, Mr. Grumpy Gills,â you giggled, referencing one of your kidsâ favorite movies. âWhen life gets you down, you know what you gotta do?â
âIt's sweltering! How in the world could you possibly want to cuddle right now?â Aaron ignored your attempt to brighten the mood, instead opting to toss a pillow over his head and groan into it.
You just pulled the pillow away and left another peck on his jaw. âBecause I love you. And because our children are gonna come in here any minute to take you away from me.â
He noticed the small pout that followed your statement, the expression enough to soften even Aaron Hotchner, king of stoicism, up. âAlright, fine. I'll allow it. But only because you drive a hard bargain.â
Your pout was replaced with a smirk as you snuggled closer into his side. âMmm, that means a lot, coming from an ex-prosecutor. Maybe I should've gone to law school with you.â
âYou're too sensitive for the big house, or whatever they say,â Aaron snickered. After noticing your look of offense, he quickly covered with, âI didn't mean it in a bad way. You have feelings. It's a very nice thing to come home to after dealing with emotionless psychopaths all day.â
âI think you're trying to compliment me. I'll take it.â
His lips met yours for a quick peck before saying, âI have nothing but compliments for you, my love,â Then, he met you with a second, much longer kiss, and while he tasted like morning breath, moments like this were so rare that you were willing to look past it.
One of his large hands met your leg, his calloused fingertips trailing along your bare skin. It felt like a lifetime since you'd been like this, with two children always needing your attention and the FBI always needing Aaron's. Just a simple touch of his fingers had you forgetting about the outside world, if even for just a moment.
Your lips met his neck, his stubble scratchy against your skin. He'd been away on a case in Seattle for about a week, and you were certain he hadn't shaved the whole trip. You liked it that way anyway.
His hand traveled further up under your nightgown, settling on your thigh. He squeezed the supple skin, a gesture of both affection and want.
âAre you trying to go for number three?â you joked before kissing his neck once more.
âBelieve me,â Aaron chuckled, âif I knew I had enough time, I'd certainly try.â
As if on cue, four scurrying feet came stamping across the hardwood floor into your bedroom. âGood morning, Daddy!â both of your children yelled in sync, climbing onto the edge of the bed.
âThat's why you're not allowed a third,â you mumbled into his ear. âThe ones you have don't even appreciate me.â
âThey love you, I promise,â he whispered, kissing your cheek. To the kids, he said, âGood morning. Don't you have anything else you want to say?â
They both turned to you, sheepish looks coming across their tiny, adorable faces. âGood morning, Mommy.â
âThat's better,â Aaron said, gaining him a snicker from you. âNow, may I ask why the two of you are up so early and you're already in your swimsuits?â
It was then that you realized he was right. Jack, the older of your children, was sporting his favorite Spiderman swim trunks, while his little sister, Libby, had managed to dress herself in a cherry-print swimsuit she hadn't quite grown into yet. They made your heart melt.
âDaddy,â Libby sighed, clearly exasperated with her father, âdon't you know what day it is?â
It happened to be the day your kids hadn't stopped talking about for weeks: the beginning-of-summer pool party you and Aaron threw every year for your friends and his coworkers at the BAU.
Aaron tapped a finger against his chin, his brows furrowing as he thought. âLet's see⌠it's not Libbyâs birthday, and it's not Jackâs birthday, it's not my birthday, and I don't think it's your momâs birthday,â his last comment earned him a sarcastic look from you. âHmm, what day could it be?â
You joined in on his little game, tapping against your chin as you pretended to think. âPerhaps it's Christmas?â
Jack narrowed his eyes at you. âIt's too early in the year for Christmas,â he said matter-of-factly.
âYou're right.â As you continued tapping your finger, you shot Aaron a knowing look, which he gladly returned. He could tell by the gleam in your eye exactly what you meant with that look. âIs itâŚâ
Each of you grabbed a kid, tickling and eliciting little squeals and giggles. âPool party day?!â the two of you shouted in sync.
Libby thrashed around in your arms, laughing and squirming, while Jack attempted to escape his father's arms. Moments like these were almost as rare as the ones with just you and Aaron, so you had to take advantage of them while you could.
âIt's pool party day!â Libby squeaked, while Jack was laughing so hard, he could barely breathe.
Their smiles and laughs pulled at your heartstrings. You wondered when the universe decided to make your babies grow up, since it seemed like only yesterday when you had a newborn and a two-year-old.
Bringing yourself out of your nostalgic trance, you pulled yourself out of the bed, grabbing each kid by the hand. âWho wants to make pancakes while Daddyâs in the shower?â
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Soon enough, all your friends had arrived and it felt like summer had too. Penelope and Spencer were currently entertaining all the kids, while the other men were crowded around the grill and the rest of the ladies were sitting poolside and working on their tans.
âYou ever wonder if either of them will have kids?â JJ asked, nodding toward Penelope and Spencer.
âSpencer, a hundred percent,â Emily answered, like her statement was a fact. âPenelope, I'm not so sure.â
You were next to jump into the conversation, not even bothering to look up from your magazine. âWhy do you ask, Jen?â
JJ let out a longing sigh. âIt's been so long since we've had a baby around here.â
Putting the magazine down, you looked over to her, eyebrows creased. âHenry's only three. It hasn't been that long.â
âYou don't miss having a baby at our get-togethers? Emily, where do you stand?â
âDonât look at me,â Emily said with wide eyes. âIf I didn't have to change another diaper for a lifetime, it still wouldn't be long enough.â She was the one person in the group that was rather indifferent to children, but babies, she'd rather not talk about or be around.
âYeah, babies are nice,â you said, âbut the pregnancy part? That's what I'd rather go a lifetime without.â
âWell, I'm sure there's one thing we can all agree on,â JJ snickered. âAt least making the baby is fun.â
Emily tossed the pillow behind her back in the direction of her coworker, giggling all the while. âJennifer!â
âWhat?â she laughed as she swatted the pillow away. âAm I wrong?â
You let out a small snicker yourself, shooting a glance in the direction of your husband, who was currently taking his turn in manning the grill.
Neither of your friends missed that look, both their mouths falling agape at the expression. âSpill!â they squealed in sync.
Penelope made her way over from the edge of the pool, her face overtaken by the brightest smile known to mankind. âI heard the âSomeone has beans to spillâ variety of squeals and giggles. What am I missing?â
âNothing,â you insisted with an eye roll.
Emily patted the edge of her chaise, welcoming Penelope over. âCome sit, we're gonna get it out of her. After all, two out of three of us are profilers.â
Your eyes narrowed at the brunette. âDo you forget that I also used to be a profiler before my kids came along?â
âStop changing the subject,â Penelope said with a swat of her hand. âSpill your guts. What did I miss?â
âWell, we were talking about how it's been so long since anyone on the team, past or present, has had a kid,â Jennifer explained.
âAnd someone looked at her husband with that look,â Emily further explained.
You scoffed. âIt was not that look.â
âIt totally was,â your friends spoke in sync.
Penelope's face lit up like a child in a candy store, her mind clearly running rampant with ideas of what the look meant. âOh my God, are you-â
âNo!â you quickly interrupted, knowing exactly where that question was headed. âNot yet anyway,â you mumbled under your breath.
The three of them practically jumped out of their seats and gathered around you, all screams and smiles.
âWe haven't even had the conversation yet!â
âBut you're going to!â Penelope insisted.
You rolled your eyes, but internally, you couldn't be happier for the gift of friendship from these three women. Jennifer, the mom friend in more ways than one. Emily, the voice of reason who not-so-secretly had a funny side and always knew how to make you laugh. And Penelope, the perfect shoulder to cry on and perfect soul to confide in. Lucky didn't even begin to describe how you felt about knowing these women.
Suddenly, you found yourselfâ as Penelope had saidâ spilling your guts. âI don't know. This morning just felt⌠different. Like, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have another baby around.â
The three of them flooded you with comments of love and support, hugs wrapping around you from each direction. Having another baby would be different, of course, but your friends were making sure that you knew it would be a good kind of different.
âI still have to get Aaron on board, so no one get too excited,â you reminded them.
JJ was already way ahead of you. âWe've got the kids, Rossi and Derek have the grill. Don't worry about anything out here. You and your man deserve a moment of free time.â
âJust so we're clear,â you said, pointing a finger as if to further prove your point, âwe are just going to talk. No funny business.â
Emily snickered. âYeah, the same way you guys used to âtalkâ on the jet?â Your cheeks heated to a bright red shade at her comment.
âEw, Hotch is in the mile high club?!â Penelope practically screamed. Luckily, everyone else seemed too engrossed in conversation to hear her, but you were still mortified nonetheless.
âOkay, scratch what I said. I'm actually going inside to give myself a lobotomy.â
And with that, your friends were shouting in sync different variations of âHave fun!â
Then, with a smile on your face from both the joy of friendship and the love you had for your husband, you found yourself heading over to the grill and pulling Aaron away. His reaction was nothing short of laughter as you practically dragged him toward the house, his shirt nearly coming off with how hard you were tugging it.
Lips met skin as you closed the back door behind you. Aaron let out another chuckle, though he surely wasn't protesting your affection. âWoah, that look in your eyes tells me you're the one thinking about number three,â he commented, referencing your words from that morning.
âWell,â you said as your fingers started to trail under the hem of his dark gray tee shirt. With another kiss to his neck, you continued, âAbout thatâŚâ
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French kisses .1 - Lucy Bronze x French!Reader
Hey everyone! Iâm J. I used to write fanfiction on Wattpad for another fandom, but for a while now, Iâve mostly just been reading. Lately, Iâve been spending a lot of time on AO3, where I started reading WoSo fanfics and fell into @bruhnzeâs incredible works. After reading everything sheâd published, I found her on Tumblr.
Recently, @bruhnze announced she was taking a break from writing. We connected, and I had the absolute honor of reading through her WIPs. One of them really inspired me, so I asked if I could finish itâand she said yes!
Originally planned as a single fic, this story grew into a 3-parter as I worked on it đŤŁđ
Long story short: WIP by @bruhnze, finished by me, and proofread by her.
Summary: This is during Lucy Bronzeâs time playing for Lyon, she's just gotten into a relationship with R, a 22-year-old student. For R it is the first time sleeping with someone. Based on this request, from theâď¸anon over on @bruhnze.
Warnings: This is an 18+ fanfic with explicit content, so minors do not interact.
You had grown up in Lyon, lived there all your life. It had never been particularly eventfulâyour life was great, really. You loved your studies, had a close-knit group of friends, and there wasnât much more to it.
The only thing that seemed to be missing, or at least it was something that was out of sync with your friends, was your love life. At 22, you had never really had one. While everyone around you seemed to be hooking up left, right and center, it never quite worked out that way for you. Not that you didnât want to; you did.
It was just that you had never met anyone who stirred something in you in your everyday life. Sure, youâd kissed people now and then, but whenever things started to go further, you found yourself pulling back.
As time passed, being a virgin at your big age started to feel a bit strange. You were well past the point where a one-night stand felt like the right way to lose your virginity. Maybe it was because you didnât know how to navigate all of that, or maybe you were worried that whoever you were with wouldnât expect it and youâd feel awkward.
But in the blessed year 2017, as fate would have it, everything changed when you met a cute English girl in the local supermarchĂŠ.
She had been struggling to find something on the shelves, her expression a mix of confusion and determination, when you decided to offer her a hand. The girl, who introduced herself as Lucy, explained in broken French that she had just moved to Lyon.
You helped her find what she was looking for, and as a thank you, Lucy asked for your number. You laughed and teased her, asking what she planned to do with it.
She had grinned, the corners of her eyes crinkling, and in her charmingly imperfect French, she replied, "the least I can do is buy the pretty girl who helped me a dinner." That made you laugh harder, and when you joked about her not knowing any good restaurants yet, she just shrugged and said, "then you can decide where we go."
She had this boldness that was as charming as it was disarmingâand, okay, maybe her being absurdly good-looking didnât hurt in swaying your answer either. It was a yes without doubt, however towards Lucy you stayed a bit more unfazed.
That was a few months ago. Now, Lucy was much more comfortable with her French, picking it up quicker than youâd expected.
And not only was the woman smart, she was also incredibly athletic, which you'd noticed from the start. But on your fifth date, when you two had gone swimming, you couldnât help but be floored by how fit she really was.
It wasnât just her body, thoughâLucy was thoughtful, kind, funny and so much more. You saw that side of her when she came with you to visit your grandpa in the hospital, bringing him a Lyon shirt signed by a player as a gift. You almost cried, youâd only mentioned that your grandpa was a life long fan of the club and here she was, gifting a signed shirt to him?!
Thatâs how you found out she was a footballer. Lucy had handed the signed jersey to your grandfather, grinning with that mischievous spark in her eye. âHope you donât mind itâs from a pretty new signing,â sheâd teased. Then, with a playful glint, she added, âBut Iâve heard sheâs world-class. Do you know any players from Olympique Lyonnais FĂŠminin? I can get another autograph if this one doesnât impress you.â
Without skipping a beat, your grandfather, his face lighting up, assured her he did, mentioning that he always tried to catch matches, even if he mostly had to listen rather than watch due to his eyesight. âThis is number 22, Bronze. Sheâs a great defender,â he said with pride. âI was thrilled when they signed her. Do you know her from England, or how did you manage to get this autograph?â
Your jaw nearly dropped as you glanced over at Lucy, who was barely holding back a smile.
âYeah, you could say Iâm close with her. Some say weâre practically twins,â she joked before reaching out to shake his hand. âBut actually, I am Lucy Bronze. Nice to meet you, sir.â
Your grandfatherâs laughter was as genuine as youâd heard in ages, his disbelief quickly turning into a delighted grin. It was as if he couldnât believe his luck.
âI wonât let you down,â she told him, her voice softer, promising. âWeâll bring home the Champions League for Lyon.â
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Youâd been dating for three months now, and things were going great. Lucy had met your friends, and they adored her. You told her early on that you wanted to take things slow, and she had been nothing but understanding. She didnât want to rush things either, but she wasnât afraid to show you how much she liked you. Everything felt so natural with her, as if it was meant to be.
There was a dinner planned with your parents this Sunday, tomorrow she had a match, but today was one of her rest days after a Champions League game.
After a relaxed afternoon strolling around the city, shopping for a birthday gift for a friend, Lucy insisted on stopping by the supermarket. She wanted to cook at home, saying she wanted a romantic night with you. You agreed, and soon, you were back at your apartment, where you spent more time kissing than actually cooking.
It had been happening more and more recentlyâlingering touches, playful kisses that turned into longer, deeper ones. Every time, though, it stopped before it could go too far. Sometimes it felt natural, like you both were happy to just be together, but other times it felt more abrupt, leaving your heart racing. You wanted her, of courseâhow could you not?âbut there was still that one thing you hadnât told her yet, and it held you back.
Lucy had noticed. Sheâd asked a few times, worried that you mightâve had bad experiences in the past, but you assured her that wasnât the case. You just wanted to take your time, and she had been so patient with you, always respecting your boundaries. Sometimes recently, it was even Lucy who would pull back, smiling at you sweetly, her eyes filled with desire but also understanding.
You loved her. You wanted to share everything with her, every part of yourself.
Twice now, she had stayed the night at your place. She had offered to sleep in separate beds, but you had waved that away, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep cuddled up next to her.
And now, after watching her play last night and lying awake, tossing and turning, you had decided that you were ready to tell her what had been holding you back.
You wanted, ached, to explore this part of your relationship, and tonight, with the romantic dinner she planned, felt like the perfect moment.
Now you were here, a lovely dinner behind your belt.. fidgeting with your wine glass, noticing that strangely enough, Lucy seemed a bit nervous too.
You both spoke up at the same time.
âY/Nââ âLuceââ
Breathy laughter filled the air, easing some of the tension you both seemed to be holding. âYou go,â you said in unison again, which only made you laugh harder.
You gently took her hands in yours. âNo, you go, baby.â
âBaby..,â Lucy repeated slowly, as if she was rolling the word around in her mouth, trying to make up if she liked the taste of it, her eyes searching your face.
Your heart skipped a beat. Shit. Did she not like that? You had been using the term more and more recently, thinking you were both building toward something more, maybe even thinking of her as your girlfriend already. Panic crept in until Lucy's voice broke through your spiraling thoughts.
âI thought,â she began, tightening her grip on your hands, âthat it was about time⌠that I asked you to be my girlfriend.â Her words tumbled out quickly, like she was nervous. âI know you want to take things really slow,â she added, rambling a little, âbut I just really, really, really like you. More than that even.â She let out a breathy laugh, glancing away for a second, before her gaze settled back on yours. âBut I wonât scare you with that just yet. What Iâm trying to say is... I want to call you my girlfriend. So, um⌠if youââ
âOui!â you cut her off, the word bursting from you with so much enthusiasm that it took you both by surprise. You felt your face flush with heat as you quickly added, âUh, yes, Lucy, I love you tooââ You stopped mid-sentence, blushing furiously. âI-I mean, Iâd love to be your girlfriend,â you corrected, your voice softer but no less sincere.
Lucyâs smile stretched from ear to ear as she stood up from her seat, and you rose to meet her. The moment felt so perfect, so right.
She kissed you, a kiss filled with warmth and love, and you returned it with all the affection youâd been building up for this woman for months now. God, you were in love.
After a few long moments, you pulled back, your heart pounding. You knew you still had to tell her the other thing. But Lucy was looking at you with such softness in her eyes, her face lit with joy. You couldnât help but brush your thumbs along her cheeks, feeling the heat of her skin under your touch.
âLove me huh?â Lucy teased at your little slip of the tongue earlier, her voice low and playful.
You chuckled, your nerves easing slightly. âYes, I love you, Luce, je t'aimeâ you admitted, voicing the words felt like lifting a weight off your chest.
âHmmmâŚâ Lucy hummed, her grin widening as she buried her face in the crook of your neck. âThat makes me really happy. I love you too,â she whispered, her breath warm against your skin.
Before you knew it, Lucyâs hands had moved to cup your ass, lifting you up effortlessly. You squealed in surprise, even though she had done this beforeâit caught you off guard. Maybe because you still had to tell that other thing. But you couldnât help but laugh as she carried you over to the couch, sitting down with you perched on her lap.
Both of you dissolved into giggles as you peppered each otherâs faces with kisses, one after another. âI am so in love with you,â you murmured between kisses, your forehead resting gently against hers as you gazed into her eyes.
Lucy laughed, her nose brushing against yours. âItâs funny that we both wanted to tell each other that tonight,â she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Your cheeks flushed again, this time not just from the affection but from what you knew you had to say next. âI⌠I alsoâŚâ you stammered, trying to find the right words. Lucy tilted her head, a curious smile tugging at her lips as she waited patiently.
âI also wanted.. uh no.. needed.. to tell you something else,â you finally managed, your voice a little shaky.
âOh?â Lucyâs eyebrows lifted slightly, her expression soft. âIs it⌠a good thing?â
You bit your lip, unsure. âIâdâŚuh.. Iâd say itâs more of a neutral thing?â you said, trying to ease into it.
Lucy smiled, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze as she leaned back against the couch. âOkay. Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know that, right?â
You nodded, taking a deep breath. âYes, I know. Itâs just⌠hard for me to say, I guess.â You could feel your nerves bubbling up again. âIâm sorry for keeping it from you, but I didnât know how to bring it up.â
Lucyâs gaze was steady, encouraging. âHey, thereâs nothing to apologize for,â she said softly. âTake your time.â
âI⌠I have neverâŚâ You struggled to find the right words, but they just wouldnât come. âI mean, I know how everything works, of course, but Iâve just⌠never actually⌠done it.â The words tumbled out awkwardly, and you quickly looked down, embarrassed.
Lucy was quiet for a long moment, so long that you finally forced yourself to glance up at her. To your surprise, her expression hadnât changedâshe was still looking at you with warmth and understanding.
âHey,â she whispered, her thumb brushing over your lower lip, gently freeing it from between your teeth where youâd been nervously biting it. âThank you for telling me.â
You groaned, your forehead dropping against her collarbone. âIâm sorry,â you mumbled, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and relief.
Lucy chuckled softly, her hand smoothing over your back. âSorry for what? Like you said, itâs a neutral thing. Thereâs nothing to be sorry about.â She tilted your chin up so you could meet her eyes again. âIâm just happy you told me. Now I understand why we always stopped when we did.â
You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding and smiled shyly. Lucyâs hands found their way to your cheeks again, cupping your face with such tenderness that you couldnât help but feel safe.
The two of you stared at each other, the weight of the moment sinking in before both of you burst into soft, breathy giggles, the tension dissolving.
You both had ended up lying down on the couch, nestled against each other in a comfortable silence. Lucyâs arm was around your waist, your head resting on her chest as you listened to the steady rhythm of her breathing. The warmth of her body and the way her fingers absentmindedly traced small circles on your arm made you feel calm, safe.
It must have been at least half an hour before you finally worked up the courage to speak.
âSo⌠how do you, uh, want to do things?â you asked, your voice soft, almost hesitant.
Lucy tilted her head slightly, meeting your gaze with a curious look. âShouldnât I be asking you that?â she responded, her voice gentle, as if she were afraid of pressuring you. âI mean⌠I want to do whatever you want, however you want, and when you want it.â
Her words made you smile, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. She was always so thoughtful, so patient. But the truth was, you had been thinking about this for a while now. You swallowed hard, trying to push past the embarrassment rising in your chest. âI feel like Iâm ready,â you began, but the words felt heavy in your throat.
Lucyâs expression softened even more, her hand rubbing soothingly along your back, waiting for you to continue.
âThatâs⌠IâŚâ Your face flushed bright red as you tried to find the right words. You couldnât tell her just how ready you were without blushing even harder.
The truth was, ever since you and Lucy had started dating, you had never felt this kind of desire before. In the past few weeks, your own body had been betraying you, and the thought of Lucy, had been invading your mind, especially when you were alone. You had never been so⌠wanting. It was like something in you had awakened. It wasnât just the emotional connectionâyou physically craved her.
âUhm⌠itâs been hard,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper, ânot going further than kissing with you.â Your cheeks burned even more as you confessed, âBut I felt like I needed to tell you this first before we went further⌠it was hard for me to confess.. I feel a bit.. uhm.. behind?â
Lucyâs thumb gently stroked your cheek, silently urging you to continue, her face calm and open.
âIâve been thinking about⌠you,â you admitted, your voice faltering slightly. The vulnerability of the statement hung between you, the air thick with it. âA lot.â
Lucyâs lips curved into a small, tender smile as she listened. She didnât laugh or tease you like you mightâve feared. Instead, she looked at you with a warmth that made your heart flutter in your chest.
âIâve been thinking about you too,â she said quietly, her voice sincere. âBut I didnât want to push you, and I didnât want to rush into anything until you felt ready. I wanted to respect your boundaries and I am really happy you told me this before we went further, and youâre not behind at all by the way, everyone does things at their own pace.â
You nodded, appreciating her patience but feeling the need for honesty. âBut really I⌠Iâve been more than ready,â you repeated, the words rushing out now that you had started. âItâs been hard for me to hold back. I didnât want you to think that I didnât want to⌠you know, go further with you. Iâve just never⌠done it before.â You didnât know why you were repeating yourself, maybe to bring over to Lucy how much you meant it.
Lucy nodded, her hand moving to intertwine with yours. âI get it,â she said softly. âIâm really glad you told me. I want you to feel comfortable with whatever we do, and I donât want you to feel like thereâs any pressure.â She paused for a moment, searching your face. âBut when youâre ready, whenever that is, Iâm here. Weâll take it slow, together.â
You smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. âThank you,â you whispered, resting your forehead against hers.
Lucy sighed contentedly as she lay beneath you on the couch, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm. After a moment, she cleared her throat, breaking the comfortable silence.
âSo, um⌠your parents,â she started, her voice tentative. âSunday dinner, huh? Whatâs that going to be like?â
You blinked, a little caught off guard by the shift in conversation. âWhat about it?â you asked, propping yourself up slightly to look at her.
Lucy gave a small, nervous laugh. âI donât know, like⌠have you told them anything about me? Do they know weâre dating, or is this going to be a complete surprise?â She bit her lip, clearly a little anxious. âI just want to make sure I donât mess this up.â
You couldnât help but chuckle softly. âWhy are you thinking about that right now?â you asked, your tone playful as you began trailing soft kisses along her neck, nuzzling into the warmth of her skin.
Lucy let out a breathy laugh, though her body tensed slightly under your touch. âIâuh⌠I just donât want to screw it up. Are you sure you really want to do this right now?â she asked, her voice hesitant.
She turned her head to look at you, concern flickering in her eyes. âI donât want to rush you, y/n.â
You giggled against her neck, pressing a kiss just below her ear. âThree months isnât enough of a wait for you?â you teased, a smile tugging at your lips.
Lucy chuckled, her body relaxing slightly as she looked up at you, her nerves fading a little. âOkay⌠so the dams have really broken now, havenât they?â She raised her eyebrows, amused.
âWell, now that Iâve told you, and you didnât get scared away... I have to admit, Iâm kind of excited. I meanâŚâ you grinned sheepishly. âI find you really attractive.â
She smiled as you moved your hand under her shirt, your fingertips brushing against her warm skin, you whispered, âIâm in love with you, Luce. I want to share that part of myself with you, too. And you knowâŚâ You paused, leaning down to kiss her collarbone. âJe sais Ă quel point tu es bon au football, alors je ne peux quâimaginer que tes talents athlĂŠtiques sâĂŠtendent au-delĂ de ce jeuâŚââ You whispered. Â
Lucy giggled, swatting at you playfully. âOh, youâre cheeky,â she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. But she glanced up at the ceiling with a grin and added, âAre you sure youâve got no experience at all? It feels like Iâm more out of it than you are right now.â
You sat up a little, shifting so that you were straddling her hips, your hands resting lightly on her stomach. You raised an eyebrow, curious. âOh?â you asked, smirking slightly. âHas it been long for you?â
Lucy bit her lip, her gaze dropping for a moment before she admitted, âMaybe⌠half a year? I donât know.â
âVersus 22 years,â you teased, rolling your eyes giggling. âI think I win.â
Lucy grinned, sitting up to face you, her hands resting on your waist. âMmm, no. I think I win.â She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with affection. âIâve got the most beautiful girl Iâve ever seen in my life sitting on my lap right now.â
You felt your cheeks grow warm, your heart swelled in your chest. But instead of letting yourself get lost in the emotion, you smirked, leaning in close until your lips hovered just inches from hers. âMmm, really?â you teased softly. âTell me moreâŚâ
Lucyâs expression turned serious, though her eyes were still playful. âI mean it, y/n. Now that I know how much this means to you, I want it to be special⌠really special. I always wanted that for us, but now it feels even more important.â
You rolled your eyes in playful disbelief, letting out a dramatic sigh. âMon chĂŠri,â you whispered, brushing a kiss over her cheek, âwe just had the most romantic dinner, confessed our loveâI'd say thatâs pretty perfect already, wouldnât you? Besides, itâs already special because itâs with you, my love, you are the only person I could think of doing this with.â
Lucyâs smile deepened, and she reached up to brush her thumb along your cheek. âPerfect, sure,â she mused. âBut⌠candles, flowers, fresh sheetsâŚâ She bit her lip, ââin my head I was going all out for you, I am not even wearing my good underwear, amour.ââ
You chuckled, thinking of your preparations for today. ââI am.ââ
You watched her pupils dilate, her eyes widening in surprise, and she swallowed hard, clearly taken aback. âOh,â she said in a breathy tone, as if she had just forgotten how to speak.
You chuckled, watching her shift, almost flustered. âAre you getting shy, Luce?â
âNo! Itâs just that⌠I donât know,â she stammered, running a hand through her hair, clearly struggling to keep her composure. âI really want to keep things slow, to be respectful and everything, but when you say things like thatâŚâ She scratched her neck, her voice barely a whisper, âitâs⌠hard to...â
âHard to what?â you asked, delighted to see her cheeks flush, a sight you didnât often get to see from her.
Lucy groaned, leaning back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. âItâs hard for me not to think about⌠taking things a little faster than planned.â Her voice came out all at once, as if sheâd been holding it back.
You leaned in, your lips just grazing hers. âWell, whatâs wrong with those thoughts, then?â you asked, teasingly brushing your fingers along her neck.
She exhaled softly, biting her lip as she hesitated. âLetâs⌠wait until after Iâve met your parents,â she finally managed, pulling back slightly, though it was clear that it took effort.
Your smile faltered, confusion and a hint of disappointment washing over you. âOh⌠I thoughtâŚâ You shifted off her, sitting up and moving to your own spot on the couch, feeling uncertain.
Lucyâs hand instinctively reached for yours, her expression tinged with a hint of panic. âNo, noây/n, itâs not that I donât want to! I do, more than you know.â She looked down, as if gathering her thoughts. âI just thought, well, when you mentioned meeting your parents on Sunday, I figured it was important to you to wait until after that step.â She paused, glancing up at you with earnest eyes. âI actually had⌠this plan in my head for next week. Thursday, to be exact.â
You blinked, intrigued and slightly amused by her meticulousness. âYou have⌠a plan?â
âYeah,â she said, scratching her neck in that adorable way that always made you smile. âI even talked to your housemate to make sure sheâd be out for the night. I thought, you know, after weâre official and allâŚâ She laughed softly, glancing down shyly. âI was going to surprise you with candles, flowers, everything. Itâd be in your own bed, so youâd be comfortable.â She pressed a hand to her chest, her cheeks flushed. âI didnât want to pressure you, of course, but I wanted it to be right for youâlike, um⌠create a perfect moment for us.â
Your heart melted as you listened, and you could hardly contain the adoration shining in your eyes. Here was this amazing, thoughtful woman who loved you so deeply, wanting everything to be perfect.
âLuce, youâre⌠adorable,â you murmured, leaning in to kiss her, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for such an incredible girlfriend.
You could feel the heat and intensity building between you, like two magnets drawn together. Your mouths met in a deep, fervent kiss, a silent conversation of everything you hadnât said and all the things you were both holding back. It was a kiss full of promises, anticipation crackling in the air around you.
As the kiss deepened, Lucyâs hand slipped to your waist, and you let yourself sink into her warmth, into her presence.
After a moment, you pulled back just slightly, a small smirk crossing your face. âAre we sure we want to wait until next week?â you whispered, your voice low. âToday is a Thursday too.â
She took a deep breath, nervous laughter lighting up the room. âWell, I donât know if I want that, but I think it would be best, so yes, I think I want that.â
âThursday canât come soon enough,â you groaned.
You both laughed, the intensity giving way to a moment of lightheartedness as you laid together, feeling secure, knowing that when the time was right, it would be everything you both had been waiting for.
After a while Lucy scooped you up into her arms effortlessly, grinning as you let out a surprised laugh. She headed toward the bedroom, ignoring your glance back at the kitchen.
âWe really should clean up first,â you protested lightly, glancing over her shoulder at the table still set with empty plates and a bottle of wine.
Lucy shook her head, a smirk playing on her lips. âNope,â she said, nudging the bedroom door open with her hip. âTonight we can cuddle, tomorrow weâll worry about that again.â
Once in the bedroom, Lucy set you down at the edge of the bed.
You felt your cheeks warm as you began to undress, carefully slipping out of your top, suddenly hyperaware of her eyes on you. You hesitated, noticing sheâd turned her head away slightly, as if trying to give you privacy, even now.
âNo, you can look,â you murmured softly, smiling as her gaze shifted back to you, her eyes meeting yours with such warmth that your heart fluttered. âYouâre my girlfriend,â you added, the last word feeling new and sweet on your lips.
Lucyâs gaze traveled over you slowly, and you felt a blush rising to your cheeks as you slipped out of your top and bra, letting them fall softly to the floor. For the first time, her eyes settled on the bare skin of your chest, and you could see her breath catch for a moment, her lips parting as she took you in.
You felt a mix of warmth and shyness under her gaze, but her expression was so open, so purely admiring, that you felt at ease. When her gaze lifted to yours, her eyes held a soft awe that made your heart skip. âYouâre beautiful,â she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
You smiled, feeling both vulnerable and cherished in that moment, before turning to her closet and reaching for one of her oversized shirts to slip on. As you lifted it over your head, Lucy let out a little chuckle, recovering herself, and as she undressed down to her boxers and sports bra, her cheeks were pink.
Once undressed, you both climbed into bed, buried under the comforter as you found each other in the dim light, legs tangling together. She pulled you close, and her mouth met yours again, warm and gentle.
The kiss deepened, lips moving slowly, savoring each touch, each taste. Lucyâs hand rested on the small of your back, sliding upward with a feather-light touch that sent soft tingles across your skin. You felt a pleasant, fluttering warmth in your stomach as her fingers brushed over you.
Your own hands explored her too, grazing the line of her jaw, the smooth skin of her shoulder, and then down to her waist, lingering as you took in every detail. With every kiss, your heart raced faster, your body responding to her closeness, feeling both electric and calm at once.
But just as things were growing more intense, you felt a faint pulse of nerves, next Thursday was maybe not so bad. âWait,â you whispered, smiling softly, though your cheeks were warm. âWe havenât brushed our teeth yet.â
Lucy paused, her eyes immediately searching yours, understanding lighting up in her gaze. She brushed a gentle hand over your cheek, offering a reassuring smile. âTotally forgot,â she said softly. Her hand found yours as she guided you to the bathroom, fingers intertwined as you both stood side by side at the sink.
You shared smiles as you brushed your teeth together, Lucyâs shoulder bumping lightly against yours, and even things like this simple routine felt special in her presence.
As you finished, you turned to find her already smiling, her hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Back in bed, Lucy wrapped her arm around you as you nestled close, her hand resting comfortably over your hip. You let yourself settle, your head on her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart, your own hand resting on her stomach, feeling the warmth of her skin and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.
In the quiet, with Lucyâs arm wrapped around you and her hand softly resting on you, sleep came easily, and the last thing you heard before drifting off was the sound of her breathing, steady and warm, and the quiet, whispered words she murmured just before you both faded into dreams; âGoodnight, my love.â
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I hope you guys like this, I felt a bit rusty writing again, but I think in the future I might be writing more woso fics.
Part 2 of this will follow soon!
-J.
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Attaboy - Logan Howlett x ftm!Reader
A/N: Okay, so I know the Attaboy scene in Origins is supposed to be condescending, but I love that scene more than words can express so here we are. Also, I drew from a/b/o dynamics, which is why I have Reader nest. I hope thatâs okay
This is meant to be read as a continuation of Alpha, so please read that first to have this make sense
Based on this request
CW: fluff; mild a/b/o dynamics?; Reader nests; vaguely implied sex; Reader is called pup, boy, and handsome; teasing; little bit of banter; very slightly suggestive content; no use of Y/N
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The days after the training room incident are quite happy ones for you. Your inner wolf no longer screams at you around Logan, you gained a new boyfriend, and your needs are consistently met by a man whoâs almost as feral as you at times.
Now that you no longer have to avoid him, you start to relax around Logan. Youâve never really been domestic with a guy like him before. And after a little while, a few new behaviors start to pop up. Nothing major.
But they bring out the wolf side of you more than ever.
It takes Logan a little while to catch on. Your behavior around him has always been erratic, so heâs never gotten a baseline for how you normally act.
It takes you a little bit of time to realize he doesnât know. But once you do? Oh, how you treat it like a game.
It starts with wearing his clothes. Draping yourself in his scent. Youâre not the only animal-based mutants at the school, and it brings your inner instincts deep joy to know they can smell him on you.
You can see the look in his eyes when you wear his shirts so casually. When you strut around the mansion, letting his scent mingle with yours. You can smell it on him, can see the way he physically reacts.
Youâd be lying if you said it didnât give you an ego boost. Knowing you can affect him so strongly. Itâs a power trip, and you love it.
The next thing you do is nesting. You steal his shirts and maybe a blanket or two of his. Nothing too drastic. If anything, he seems amused when he sees the little nest on your bed. The carefully arranged pillows, blankets, and shirts.
He seems to enjoy leaving his scent there just as much as you do. And oh, does that make you happy.
You can tell that he starts to figure it out once he sees the way you interact with the others. Youâre chipper, playful, teasing. You toss little jabs, and take them in return. Youâre like a puppy, playing around with your friends.
He finally gets it when you jump up to get him his cigars one night. Youâre dressed in his shirt and a pair of boxers, all cozy in his bed. But the moment he mentions wanting a smoke, youâre up and fetching them for him.
You hold out the cigar box to him, eyes bright and eager.
Logan chuckles. âYou really are a pup, arenât you?â
Your face warms. You just know if you had a tail that it would be wagging. But you decide to play it cool. âI dunno what you mean.â
Logan chuckles. He takes one of the cigars and gestures to his dresser. âGet my lighter, would ya?â
Youâre moving before you even fully process his question; your instincts responding to his gesture.
Logan smirks at you. Clicks his tongue approvingly. âAttaboy.â
Your face really heats up. âStop that.â
âStop what, pup?â He takes the lighter from you and lights his cigar. He takes a deep drag from it and exhales the smoke. âStop calling you what you are?â
You crawl into bed next to him, snuggling into his side. Draping one of your legs over his and resting your head against his shoulder. âAnd what am I?â
He presses a kiss to your head. âYouâre mine. My boy.â
You preen at his words. At the possession in his tone. âYour boy.â
âThatâs right.â He smirks again. âMy handsome pup.â
You smile at his words. âIâve been waiting for you to catch on, you know.â
He chuckles. âOh?â
âThought about calling you alpha a couple times to maybe speed it along.â
He eyes you, the corners of his mouth tugging up. âAlpha, huh?â
You press a kiss to his shoulder. âMy big, strong alpha.â
âCareful now, pup.â He nudges your head with his hand. âDonât start something you canât handle.â
âOh, I can handle you just fine,â you grin. But you donât make any move to start something. Youâre content with cuddling for right now.
Logan chuckles and rests his head against yours. âI donât doubt you can, pup. I donât doubt you can.â
The two of you cuddle until Loganâs cigar burns down. Then he turns off the light and nuzzles into you. âGoodnight, pup.â
You smile and press a kiss to the bridge of his nose. âGoodnight, alpha.â
He sighs and you laugh. You canât help it. After so long avoiding him, youâre finally here with him. And thatâs all you could ever want.
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And so the titan finally falls.
Its corpse will be hung on display for the public's gawking until August 29th, after which it will be sent into the lockup known as Daily Pass, where completed series go to die.
Okay, all jokes aside though, this day was always coming so if you're unfamiliar with Daily Pass, here's the gist of how it works:
Any Originals series completed on Webtoons is eligible to go into their Daily Pass library. Any income made from this system is, theoretically, meant to go to the creator, but I say theoretically because we don't know what the split is between creators and WT's, and if there's any sort of Minimum Revenue Threshold shenanigans like with FastPass that would prevent a creator from receiving their share. That said, there are creators who have confirmed that Daily Pass is meant to help creators profit off their works after they're completed, so we at least know that.
As for how Daily Pass works:
Once behind Daily Pass, the majority of episodes (save for the first several episodes to give people enough content to get hooked on) are re-locked and only available under any of the three following conditions:
a.) Once per day you get one Daily Pass ticket per Daily Pass series to unlock any locked episode from that respective series. Meaning if you spend a Daily Pass ticket on Lore Olympus, you don't get another ticket to use for Lore Olympus for the day, but you'll still have a ticket to use for any other series you haven't unlocked yet that day. Ticket unlocks remain unlocked for 14 days, after which the episode will be locked again;
b.) If you have already spent your one Daily Pass ticket on a series you're reading but you REALLY want to read more episodes and don't want to wait until tomorrow, you will have the option to either pay for episodes with coins (which, unlike the Daily Pass ticket, is a permanent unlock) or use Ad Pass on eligible episodes (this is a temporary unlock like the Daily Pass ticket, but is only applied for THREE DAYS unlike the 14 you get from the Daily Pass ticket);
c.) Any episodes you FastPassed from a series original run are permanently unlocked, so if you were someone who paid for episode unlocks of LO every week, then congrats! None of those previous qualifications apply to you and you can re-read the series to your heart's content! You win at Daily Pass!
Now if you got through all that and are now thinking, "why is this so confusing???" don't worry, you're not alone! Readers fucking hate this system! I can't wrap my head around how it's in any way profitable for the creators when the people who are willing to pay for it ALREADY FUCKING PAID AND DON'T HAVE TO PAY AGAIN and the people who AREN'T willing to pay for it probably didn't see it as worth paying for the first time around when the comic was still new and updating - so why in the world would they pay for it NOW when they could just use Daily Pass tickets once per day when they were already willing to wait each WEEK for free unlocks?
Granted, the coin cost on Daily Pass series are usually lowered to accommodate the fact that they're completed, but the reality is that many Webtoon readers are already pretty reserved when it comes to spending coins on the app. This is largely due to WT's demographic being predominantly made up of teenagers and children, and while that can make for great viewing metrics, it's not so great in turning around a profit, because kids and teens don't typically have disposable income to spend on webcomics, let alone disposable income that has to be paid through an app store which typically requires credit cards/Paypal/etc.
The bitter irony is that the audience that has the most time to burn on the app also have the least amount of money to go around. So oftentimes - at least from what I've observed after using the app for years - readers will often be VERY picky with what they put their coins towards. Which begs the question again but in a different light - why in the world would someone choose to spend coins from their limited allowance on the app on a completed series that was once available to read for free and technically still can be read for free through ads and Daily Pass tickets?
I realize I'm digressing quite a bit, but all of what I'm going off about is already being reflected in the reactions I've seen from fans of LO who aren't excited to see it go behind Daily Pass (at least, the part of the audience that's been informed, god knows there will be a huge chunk of people asking where tf LO went after it goes behind DP lmao). Daily Pass in and of itself is just a crappy, inconvenient way to re-read completed comics. Even if you opt to do the Daily Pass ticket system, that's still essentially turning the act of re-reading comics into a chore, as it restricts you from binge-reading episodes which you typically would want to do with a series that's already been completed. The concept of new episodes every day might sound appealing as it's more frequent than the original once-a-week schedule, but in practice, it can often have the opposite effect of ruining the reading experience by turning it into a daily task rather than a pass-time the reader can freely participate in at their own pace.
All that said, it will definitely be interesting to see how LO does once it goes behind that Daily Pass wall. I think at best it will probably see an influx of traffic in the coming weeks from the people who either want to re-read it one more time, or the people who never finished it in the first place and see this as motivation to do so (and yes, if you haven't finished LO yourself yet, absolutely do so if you want to see for yourself how it ends BEFORE it becomes an inconvenience LOL). After that though, it'll probably be entirely on the physical copies to drive future sales, but those are a long way away from being completed.
When all is said and done, August 29th will mark the true end of the LO era of Webtoons. If the series finale was a funeral, then this is the moment we set its ashes adrift in the sea and say our final goodbyes.
It certainly was a hell of a ride. The good, the bad, and the absolutely insufferable.
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L&DS Xavier: Entertain Me | 18+
Hahahaha so I was posting in a server all the NSFW fics I had for individual characters and I just...babes i only got like two for Xavie Baby (not to mention the drabble that I'll be releasing maybe later today). So anyway, here's our favorite bunny.
âĄ(áâ¸á)⥠Pairings: Xavier x Reader âĄ(áâ¸á)⥠Warnings: Cum Shots, Teasing, Fingering, AFAB Anatomy, Slight Bratting, Top Xavier, Grinding âĄ(áâ¸á)⥠Synopsis: It was one of your beautiful days off as you cuddled with Xavier, however sadly you were bored and needed something to entertain you...thankfully you had a rather attractive man right underneath you already. âĄ(áâ¸á)⥠Word Count: 2.3k
Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for âLove and Deepspaceâ. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.
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Xavier
Entertain Me
Entertain Me
You look over at Xavier, letting out a small yawn as you shake your head. It was an overly lazy day at the house, both you and Xavier had the day off and you had nothing to do. Which normally wouldnât be so bad but you were currently dying from boredom despite your current position.
You were lying on top of your beloved boyfriend, Xavier, relaxing into his touch as you scrolled through your phone. He had a book out and if you turned to lay on your back rather than your side, you couldâve joined him in reading it. Still, that wasn't what you wanted as you shifted, laying on him so you were now chest to chest with him. Your breath fanning over his neck as you wondered what you could do to entertain yourselfâŚthat was until an idea sprung into your mind.
Your crotch was positioned directly on top of his in your new position, making you smirk. Xavier had barely moved since you shifted, only adjusting slightly to make it more comfortable. You let out a content yawn and wiggled your hips, happy that you could somehow still feel the outline of his cock through his sweatpants and underwear. He wasnât hard, but he did have a big dick and you were always more than happy to get a feel of it.
The motion had Xavier looking down at you curiously, not knowing if you were doing this on purpose or if it was an accident, âAre you comfortable?â his soft voice came out and you let out a hum, tilting your head.
âYaâŚbut,â you finally murmured, taking his cheek in one of your hands and scooching a bit closer. Your lips connected with his in a soft kiss, one that you couldnât help but smile into. How Xavierâs lips were always so soft was a question of the century, but you would never be upset about it.
Xavier reacted immediately to your kiss, placing the book he was reading onto the side table behind him, his hand going to your waist to hold you in place. He melted into it, your lips working in tandem and he sighed when you parted, pressing his forehead against your own, âDid you need attention then?â he asked and you chuckled in response.
Your hand begins trailing down his chest, wishing you could feel more of him. As it was, his hoodie was thick and got in the way. It didnât stop you though, moving your hands to hook underneath the offending fabrics so your cool hand was pressed directly against his abs. You watched Xavierâs breath hitch as he looked at you, finally realizing exactly what you were after, âYou know, if you keep that up then Iâll have to take action,â it was a warning.
You let out a small whine, trying your best to give him puppy dog eyes, âXavie, Iâm bored,â you said, a small pout on your lips as you tried convincing him to provide you with what you wanted. Your hand trailed up and over his pecs, brushing against his nipple as he leaned forward into your touch.
Xavier shook his head, the gentle smile on his face turning a little more cocky as he grabbed you by the back of your head, dragging you in for another kiss. This time instead of the gentle brushing of mouths, his tongue darted out and played with your bottom lip, coaxing you to open and let him in. You groaned, savoring the taste of his lips on your own as you closed your eyes, melting into him more.
When he finally parted, panting against your mouth, he raised an eyebrow, âIf youâre bored, perhaps you should find something to entertain you,â he suggested, making you frown.
âI have found something to entertain me,â your hand was gently grazing his chest, âYou,â your mouth went to press kisses along the expanse of his neck now, nipping on occasion as you could hear a small groan coming from the back of his throat. You were intent on leaving a mark on him, working on a pretty purple piece right under his jawline. Once you were content with your mark, your lips unlatched with a satisfying âpopâ and you leaned back to admire your handiwork.
You could see Xavierâs eyes were closed as his breaths came out a little more ragged than normal. He opened his eyes to look at you, frowning a bit that you had stopped. Then you felt it; his cock twitching underneath you and you couldnât help but grind down on the hard length.
Xavier lets out a groan as you speak, âSo, are you going to entertain me?â you said, your voice a little too confident. It was something Xavier picked up on, his eyes narrowing as you attempted to take complete control of the situation.
âAre you trying to rile me up?â he said, his voice didnât give way to any irritation behind it. It was a simple question, one that couldâve reminded you of someone asking what the weather outside was supposed to be.
You couldnât help but stick out your tongue, letting defiance overrun you, âIsnât that obvious?â you responded with a smirk. Xavier huffed, looking you up and down before he finally sat up, making sure to hold you in place so you didnât fall off his lap.
You gasped at the sudden change, but what came next was what had turned into a moan. Xavier didnât waste a single second, moving your flimsy shorts and underwear to the side as he pressed against your already slick entrance.
You could hear how wet you were, and if you had an inkling of shame you mightâve been embarrassed, âHow long have you been like this?â again with a calm and collected voice.
âFor a while nowâŚyou smell good and youâre warm, not to mention Iâve been able to feel your dick underneath me this entire time we were cuddling,â you explained; a gentle sigh being coaxed from you as his finger pressed against your clit with a featherlight feel.
âAnd youâre just now speaking up?â it was almost like Xavier was scolding you, but before you could say anything you let out another breathy moan, feeling one of his fingers going inside your sopping core. Your hops moved on their own, trying to get him deeper inside of you. You were soaking, and it didnât go unnoticed by Xavier as he easily slid a second finger in.
You began riding his fingers, loving how he curled them just right to hit your sweet spot, âXavierâŚâ you whined, out, wanting to be filled with something bigger than just his fingers. You watched him tilt his head, those cerulean eyes looking at you with a teasing glint in them.
âSomething you need?â he asked, holding your hips in place with his free hand so you couldnât grind on him anymore. Another small keen came from your throat as he began plunging his fingers in quickly, his thumb now pressing against your clit. Your eyes widened in surprise, then your head tilted back as you let out a loud, gasping moan.
âW-wanna-fuck Xav, need your dickâŚplease,â you said between small gasps, loving how fast this man was able to drag you towards completion. Still, youâd rather be gushing on his cock right now, not on his fingers. Xavier didnât seem to let up, instead, he pressed a third finger and you squeezed your eyes shut, your hands finding his shoulders.
âI donât know if you deserve that,â he began, curling his fingers just right, âYou were being very demanding earlier,â a small sigh from his as he listened to the symphony of the wet squelching noises as he finger fucked you on his lap.
âMn, X-Xav, please,â you whimpered out, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock buried in you to the hilt.
âI might consider it if you cum like this,â he teased, and gods if that wasnât a turn-on. YOu were already so close, the coiling in your stomach ready to snap. You then felt his lips brushing against your ear as he leaned in, âI know you can do it, starlight, cum on my fingers,â that was all it took to drive you over the edge.
Your cunt clenched around his fingers as pathetic little whimpers escaped your throat. Your body tingled as he finally allowed you to move your hips, bucking them into his hands. Xavier seemed to soak up all your noises, his fingers never letting up as he let you ride through the bliss. When your hips finally stopped you stared at him, a small pout.
âThat was unfair,â you murmured as he took his fingers out of you. Your pussy contracted as though protesting the loss. You then felt his fingers, still wet with your release, pressing against your lips. You pressed his fingers in your mouth, sucking your release from them.
âI let you cum, didnât I?â he said with a head tilt, frowning at you as he pressed his fingers on your tongue, âAre you going to insist on acting like a spoiled brat even when you got your release,â your eyes widened at his words. You? Being a brat? Unheard of.
âIâŚI am not,â you finally got out after taking his fingers out of your mouth; you were scandalized by his accusation. He smirked, pressing your hips down until you could feel his throbbing length pressing against your over-sensitive mound. You let out a little moan, looking at him, âH-heyâŚâ you mumbled.
âI think you areâŚif you really want to feel my dick then Iâd get moving,â he said, and you perked up. Was he finally going to let you have what you wanted? Your hand trailed to his waistband before he caught your wrist in his hand, holding it in place.
âI never said you could feel it directly,â he said, his voice steady but his face was saying something else. You swallowed thickly, realizing that he wasn't playing around with you. You opened your mouth to protest but instead whimpered as he bucked his hips against you. Damn it shouldnât have felt that good right after coming, and you could feel your slick forcing your underwear and shorts to stick to you in an almost uncomfortable fashion.
You were pouting and shot him a small glare, âFineâŚâ you muttered, rolling your hips. You closed your eyes right away, savoring the feeling. Even between all these layers, he felt heavenly. Your cunt throbbed at the mental image of him being buried to the hilt inside of you. Your hips now move on their own as you press kisses along the column of his neck.
Xavier hummed, both hands now back on your hips as he helped your movements, allowing you to hump his cock. After a few moments though you let out a whine, âXavier, itâs not enough,â you said, panting slightly as you looked at him. Maybe he would have pity?
âIs it not?â he asked, âYou were the one who was begging to feel it, and now that you get to grind on my dick itâs suddenly not enough?â God he was using your own words against you.
âX-Xav mhn!â you were cut off as he ground his hips up into you roughly. The sensation felt good especially as he managed to get the clothed head of his cock brushing against your clit now. He did this motion a few more times before speaking, âYou can cum like this, canât you?â
His cock was twitching in his pants and you nodded, biting your lip, âY-ya, I c-ah-can,â you got out, your own hips now pressing down as you chased your own release. It was almost embarrassing with how fast you were getting already, the tension building. Xavier didnât let up either, chasing his own release using your clothed pussy.
Your hips worked together, savoring every grind on one another as it sent jolts of electric pleasure through your body, âF-fuc-k, Iâm clo-hng-close Xav,â your whimpering voice wavered as you felt your cunt pulsating.
âGo on, starlight, cum again for me. Wanna feel you gushing over my pants,â he said, he was also panting and his face was now flush, a thin layer of sweat on his brow bone as he was clearly close to his own end.
His soothing voice once again sent you over the edge, your vision blurring as you let out a cacophony of whimpers and sighs, coming and leaving a decent-sized wet spot over his pants as you had soaked through your underwear and shorts. Xavier let out a groan, letting you ride your high before he moved you down a little.
You were about to ask why he did that, but you watched as he took his cock out. It was hot and heavy looking in his hands, the tip glistening with pre cum as he worked his hand over his length. He closed his eyes, jerking his cock until ropes of cum shot out, painting the front of your shorts with his release. He looked so damn good like this, coming over you and you let out another, needy whine.
After he seemed to finish, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that you melted into. Your body felt like jelly, nice and pliable as you leaned into his chest. His lips brushed your own as he spoke, âWe should get cleaned up,â he mumbled.
âProbablyâŚâ you sighed, not wanting to leave but knowing you had to.
âAre you at least entertained now?â his words made you flush as you pressed another quick kiss to his lips.
âYesâŚbut perhaps you could entertain me some more?â despite coming twice, you still wanted to feel him inside of you. Xavier huffed, looking at you from this close angle.
His hands hooked under your thighs, âHold on then, starlight,â he said, waiting for your arms to wrap around his shoulders before standing up, âI might give you what you wantâŚbut first I want to make sure youâve cleaned up properly,â you watched him lick his lips and your eyes widened at the implication. Perhaps this day off was going to turn into a cardio kind of day.
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