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Don’t love that the chapter headers have completely crumbled and we can’t see who’s chapter it is anymore
#the stress is increasing again my guys#bracing myself for at least one major death#(lowkey if there’s not one it’s gonna feel like a cop out)#(and in concerned we’ve got this far through it without one yet) (sorry leyten you weren’t major enough for me)#wind and truth#wind and truth spoilers#stormlight archive
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I do love it on the short rest... Idk if it's 18 or 22 but when Murph is like "nah nah we don't kill characters on the short rest... Except Hardwon who is dead As Hell" cause I'm sitting here knowing the future like 😏
#is he though??#also Calder keeps using charges and every time Im stressed oh god Ultrus is gonna fuckin get you dude.#extremely useful but Im so scared for him#if anything. knowing the future increases my stress over Calder even if I will get to see my guy Hardwon again.#ba2mia#ba2mia spoilers#jo listens
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kinktober | frustration to fulfillment - o.p.
day 4 - facefucking | kinktober masterlist
summary: he stress is radiating off of oscar as soon as he arrived home, and you wanted to help him out. offering yourself for him, you told him to take his stress out on you. although hesitant at first, oscar soon gets really into it, using you as his outlet.
WARNINGS: 18+ content, facefucking, oral (m recieving), rough sex, praise kink, dirty talk, degradation, dacraphylia.
w.c: 1.2k
a/n: happy day 4! i loved writing this one, any time writing oscar is a good time. let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys. see you guys next week for week 3.
oscar’s hips snapped forward, his breath ragged as he continued to thrust deeper into your mouth. he had one of his hands in your hair, a make-do ponytail being held in place by him to make sure you were doing your job just right.
he was hesitant at first– of course he was. oscar wasn’t really one to take his frustrations out by using you for pleasure, he had other methods he preferred. but the instant you told him you wanted him to use you? he was gone. he was losing control, using you in any way he wanted. “fuck.. you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice strained. his eyes were constantly on your face, watching the way your lips were wrapped around his cock. he enjoyed the view of you on your knees for him, being forced to adjust to taking all of him down your throat. “come on baby, let me see you,” he panted, licking at his own lips. your eyes fluttered opened, staring right into his own darkened ones. there were tears welling at the side of your eyes. you were enjoying it, but it was a lot. oscar was sick, the tears spurred him on. “such a good girl, aren’t you? taking me so well,” he praised, voice thick will lust. his hips snapped forward again, this time harder, causing you to gag as you felt the strain in your throat. oscar let out a groan at the noise of you gagging, savoring the way you struggled to take him. oscar’s other hand came to rest on the side of your face, his thumb stroking the soft, tear-stained skin. “look at you.. letting me use you like this.”
oscar’s thumb brushed over your cheek as he got lost in his thoughts, breathing growing more ragged as he got caught up in them. imagining everything he could do to do, where he could spill his seed—your face, your chest, or maybe even coating your thighs. his breath hitched as the thought of painting your lips with his release crossed his mind, or letting it drip down your stomach.
his train of thought was broken when another gag escaped you, and oscar’s eyes drifted back to your face. you were already looking at him with those wide, doe eyes, waiting for him to continue his dirty talk. his gaze shifted to your lips, watching as they stretched around his cock with each thrust. he pulled out of your mouth fully, savouring the way your lips tried to follow after him. oscar laughed at the desperate whine that escaped your throat, a plea to have him again. his grip on your hair tightened as he pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at him. “look at you, so desperate for me to be back in your mouth. you’re a dirty little slut,” he taunted, his voice low. it sent a wild heat to your core, the degrading words making your mouth water even more than it already was. “you want my cock back in that pretty little mouth, don’t you?” you nodded vigorously at his question, words caught in your throat as your body instinctively responded to his command. “please osc.. i need it.” oscar’s smirk widened, before he licked his lips and took a moment to relish in your plea. “good girl, knowing exactly how to ask for it.” with that, he thrusted back into your mouth, pushing deeper and forcing you to adjust to his size again. he loved the sounds of you choking on him, it was music to his ears. “god.. you take it so well,” he groaned, his pace increasing. “just like that. i could do this all night. and so could you, huh? seeing as you’re so fucking cockdrunk,” and your only response was a small hum. that one hum sent a wave of pleasure through oscar’s body, hips bucking further into your mouth. he threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut, and the moan that escaped him was delicious. your nose met the bottom of his cock at his latest deep thrust, brushing against the soft hairs surrounding the area. the sensation made your cheeks flush with heat, intensifying the way you felt every inch of him in your mouth. you could feel the heat radiating off him due to how close you were, but you weren’t able to savour the moment for long. he pulled you back again, and continued the pace he had established. you felt like a toy with the way oscar was using you, and that thought only turned you on more. if you were going to make him feel good, you may as well go all out. with that, you moved your hands to play with his balls. the movement clearly surprised oscar; his hips stuttered and a shaky gasp left his lips. his eyes snapped opened, peering down to you. “fuck baby,” he stuttered out, a shocked laugh escaping his slick lips. “catching me by surprise like that? naughty girl.”
the heat in your core was building, ignited by his words and how dominant he was being tonight. you could feel yourself getting closer, surprised that you were going to finish untouched. but you knew oscar was closer to his release than you were. his thrusts grew more erratic, his breaths were coming in quick bursts and you could feel him pulsing against your tongue– all tell-tale signs that oscar was near. “just a little more for me,” he muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration as if he was trying to hold himself off just a little longer. “just a little longer and then i’ll be done, baby. can’t wait to see that pretty face of you covered in me,” he teased, voice raspy. “maybe i’ll paint your cheeks, or i could just let it drip down your chin. some might even slip onto your tits.” you nodded fervently, your eyes pleading right up at him, showing just how much you liked the sound of all of that. the thought of being covered in him, of his release painting your skin, made you squirm with need. oscar groaned loudly before his chest started to heave. “fuck, there it is,” he told you, his hips stuttering as he felt the tension within him reach its peak. he thrust into your mouth one last time, before pulling right out of you. oscar took a good look at your face, admiring your glass eyes and swollen lips, watching the string of drool fall from your plump, bottom lip. with a deep, ragged breath, oscar released and spilled his seed onto your face. warmth filled your skin as you felt the thick liquid land on your cheeks, dripping down to your chin. some of it caught on the corner of your mouth too, but only a few drops. oscar’s eyes opened lazily as he stared down at you, enjoying the view of you covered in him. you licked the corner of your lips, taking those few droplets into your mouth and swallowing them. you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to show him, receiving a groan in return.
“such a good girl f’me,” oscar panted, swallowing thickly. “look at you, baby. you’re gorgeous, even more so with me painted onto your skin,” oscar praised lowly, the sight of you was breathtaking. he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
#em's fics#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri smut#oscar piastri blurb#oscar piastri imagine#f1 smut#f1 blurb#f1 imagine#formula 1 x reader#smut#kinktober 2024
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↳ Index [Day 11 - Mommy Kink]
Pairing: Good Boy!Taehyung x Mommy Dom!Reader
Genre: married life!AU, new parents!AU, CEO!Taehyung
Kinks: sex on the living room sofa, praise kink, nursing handjob, her breasts still produce milk, breast & nipple massage, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering with three fingers, squirting, he eats it uppp, he spits on her pussy to lube her, multiple orgasms for both, sensitive pussy, deep creampie, talks about getting pregnant again, she kneels on the couch so he can fuck her doggy, he is frozen in pleasure and gets used as her pretty dildo <3, suit kink, she holds his tie, gentle hair holding, drooling, he bites her shoulder because of too much pleasure, subby boy tears, he is deep in subspace, giggly aftercare
Wordcount: 5.6k
a/n: rope inspo. i wanna start my notes by telling you guys do not expect regular pregnancy content on the blog at all. this is solely for kinktober cause we can be unhinged together. idk what happened but the thought of him helping her get rid of the swelling of her tits did something in me 😶 it was sexy for this story and in this context, but it’s not gonna be something regular on here. okay? okay. now that this is out of the way, here you go anon you finally have your ihyily!tae mommy kink story and it’s very sexy omfg it's so sexy holy fuck idk how to go on from now on 😩 have fun reading, i genuinely was so into it as i wrote it fajdsjf it's so hot holy fuck
Taehyung has been coming home late again. Since the birth of your daughter, he has reduced his hours at work to spend quality time with the family he always dreamed of. Until last week. A huge project has been keeping him in his office until the evening and it has been weighing him down. Not only because it is very stressful to work ten, sometimes more, hours per day but also because it means that he has to stay away from his family. Taehyung hates it. He hates it so, so much, but can’t do anything about it.
The only thing he can do is be grumpy about it and oh how grumpy he is tonight. He takes off his shoes and coat with a big pout and puts his office bag on the dresser groggily.
He doesn’t call out for you because it is already late and he doesn’t want to risk waking you.
You are staying at home entirely for now, enjoying your time with the baby as much as possible. It is difficult and exhausting work, draining you so much that you always end up already fast asleep when Taehyung comes home. Which is another reason why Taehyung hates working late. He doesn’t get to see you all fucking day, can’t eat dinner with you, play with his daughter, let alone talk to you. When he leaves for work, you are still sleeping and when he comes home you are already sleeping. Taehyung hates working long hours and he hates this stupid project and the loneliness he feels.
He goes straight upstairs, wanting to check in on you before he eats a sad, lonely dinner all alone and sad and alone and sad on the couch. He hates working long hours.
Taehyung opens the bedroom door carefully, using the light of the hallway to check on your sleeping figure. Except that the bed is empty.
“Darling?”
The room stays silent. He closes the door and scratches his head in confusion. Where did you go? Taehyung thinks of any possible location in the house, remembering the nursery last. Bear with him, he is very groggy from work.
He makes his way to the nursery, eyes flitting to the faint lights instantly. He was correct. He increases his steps, heart fluttering unbearably. He hasn’t talked to you in days and now he finally gets the chance. Taehyung feels like a giddy boy who knows he can talk to his crush soon.
He feels actually lost for air and words when he lays eyes on you.
You are wearing a mint green satin slip with a matching floor-length rope. Delicate lace frames the edges of the garments and little diamonds in the lace glimmer in the dim lights. You aren’t wearing any makeup and your hair is unstyled. Taehyung has never felt so in love with you before, gazing at you as you whisper-sing to your baby daughter.
She is already sleeping soundly in her crib. You must have come in here to check up on her.
Taehyung loves you so much. He will take any amount of stress if it means that he can come home to you looking like this. Like the mother of his daughter and the love of his life.
“Darling, I’m home”, he speaks softly.
You lift your head, features instantly lighting up.
“I haven’t heard your voice in days. Tae darling, welcome home”, you say, closing the distance in hasty steps.
Taehyung meets you in the middle with stretched out arms, grasping your soft waist in sync with you grasping his shoulders. You kiss. You kiss like two lovers finally reunited after being separated. You kiss as if you had worried to never see each other again. The kiss ends with Taehyung squeezing your butt softly and you twirling his tie.
“I missed you”, you confess.
“I missed you too. You’re beautiful, darling.”
“You think so? I already had to change because our princess threw up on me.”
“Oh god, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“Mhm, it was nasty at first, but I’m okay.” You scratch your fingers over his undercut at the nape of his neck. “I’m more than okay now that you’re home”, you say, smiling at him goofily.
Taehyung’s heart flutters. He can’t help but giggle and poke your cheek with his nose.
“Stop flirting with me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m shy.”
“That’s why I’m doing it. It’s fun and mommy’s gotta get her entertainment in.”
You are jokingly referring to yourself as mommy, but Taehyung feels tingly because of it nonetheless. His heart skips multiple beats and his knees are wobbly for just a second. Holy moly.
You sigh in contentment, oblivious to his state.
“We should be talking outside. We don’t wanna wake her.”
“Right. Did mommy put her to sleep already?” he asks to play into the joke, but also to taste the sweetness of the words on his tongue.
You snicker, leading him out of the nursery with your arm around his waist.
“Yeah, mommy did”, you say, closing the door tightly.
“You’re the best mommy”, Taehyung says, almost moaning the words. He gulps, looking to the side in panic when you don’t notice. He opens his tie a little, taking a deep breath. What is happening to him? Has he really been away from you for long enough that the mere playfulness is enough to turn him on? Is it the arm around him? The hand on his waist? The fingers which played with his tie? Is it your outfit or your natural beauty? Or is it this fucking word? Innocent but tonight it tastes sinful on his tongue. Taehyung doesn’t understand what is happening to him, but he can’t stop it. He craves to be close to you.
“But enough about me. How was your day, darling?” you ask him, oblivious to his racing thoughts.
“Me? I”, he clears his throat. “Good, I mean, I don’t know. Kinda shit.”
You and he have reached the living room, sitting down on the couch together. You pull your legs up, turning to him so you are facing him. Taehyung glances for a second, having to swallow harshly. You aren’t wearing any panties. You are accidentally exposing yourself to him in this position. You move your arm, flinging the rope over your crotch mindlessly. The view disappears, but Taehyung is left with a scrambled mind.
You scoot closer and weave your fingers through his styled hair. Taehyung shivers, eyes closing halfway as he gazes at you.
“I’m sorry to hear that you had a shitty day, darling. Do you wanna talk about it?” you ask in a soft and caring voice, eyes focused solely on him.
Taehyung swears he might whimper any second now.
“I just have so much to do. I guess, it’s been weighing me down”, he says.
“Of course it has. You’ve been working long hours lately. I was already worried for you.”
“It sucks”, he confesses honestly and pouts, “I only see you two when you’re sleeping, I don’t get to eat dinner with you or talk to you. I’ve been so lonely lately.”
“No, I’m sorry you feel this way. Gosh come here you”, you say and get on your knees to hug him. Your soft, swollen breasts squeeze against his chest. Taehyung takes in nothing else for just a second before his situation sinks in and he melts into your embrace. He buries his face in your neck, eyes closing and arms wrapping around you. You smell so good. He wanted to hold you like this for days. Just with this one hug you heal him of any kind of loneliness he felt and rid him of any pain he ever felt.
“I’m here now, darling and I’m proud of you. You’ve been working so hard, I just wanna tell you that I’m proud of you.”
Taehyung tears up a little, squeezing you against him.
“Thank you”, he whimpers. Not many people told him that they were proud of him in the past, but you always do. He always soaks up the praise like a greedy sponge. It feels so good to know that you are proud of him.
“Are you crying?” you gasp.
“No, just finally feeling good. I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too”, you say and snicker which lets Taehyung know that you are going to crack a joke next. “Mommy missed you, darling.”
You giggle mischievously, but Taehyung can’t see any humour in it. He feels fucked, pounded, railed, totally ruined just from this one sentence. If you took him, ripped his clothes off and fucked him violently right here and now, it would basically be the same thing.
Taehyung twists the fabric of your rope and presses his lips against your soft neck.
“Mommy”, he whimpers.
You tense up, smile dropping in shock. You know this voice. This is his sub drop voice. Your entire body tingles in realisation, heart skipping way too many beats. Damn your post pregnancy body, you are leaking already.
You test the waters carefully by humming a sound of acknowledgement, holding your breath.
“Mommy, please take care of me.”
“What?” you breathe.
Taehyung mewls and kisses your neck sloppily, long fingers digging into the silky fabric of your rope. You sigh, body going up in flames instantly. So this is how his neck kisses feel like. It has been too long since you last felt them.
Taehyung isn’t the only one who has been going a little crazy ever since he is home. You are just a woman and he is the hottest man ever. His dark styled hair, his styled eyebrows, his pretty eyes and his slim, sculpted body in a tailored suit; all of it has been doing their effects on you. You haven’t seen him in days, except in pictures and your dreams, so seeing him tonight all ruffled and ruined from work is doing things to you. His kiss makes you greedy, his body in your fingers almost mad. Feeling his perfect hands roam your torso and his soft lips kiss your neck is doing the rest.
You are just a woman and he is a man, who knows exactly how to turn you on.
Taehyung lifts his lips from your neck, brushing them against the shell of your ear.
“I’m going insane. You are so soft, Mommy. So soft”, he whispers and whimpers, tugging on your rope needily.
You shed it off with a skilled touch, basking in his reaction. He moans, kissing your newly exposed shoulders while his hands grasp your upper back. They are so big and feel so warm.
He shudders, exhaling shakily.
“Mommy, oh god…”
“Are you okay, baby?”
“No, I’m feeling so submissive to you. I can’t think straight”, he gets out in a slightly pitched voice.
“Shit, you’re sexy. Should Mommy take care of you, mhm?”
Taehyung moans, legs squeezing together needily. His cock is twitching in his slacks, soaking the fabric a little. You are into this as well. You are playing into his fantasy.
“Please”, he begs, needing you like air.
“Mhm, okay. Lie down on my lap, yeah?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
You and he get into position. You sit on the sofa with your feet on the ground and he lies his head onto your lap. You caress his hair, smiling down at him.
“There we go. Are you comfy, my pretty boy?”
He nods his head, gazing up at you with a droopy head. He is so deep in subspace right now. So, so deep.
“I love to hear this. You’ve been working so hard, have been so stressed out. Let Mommy make it better again, okay?”
“Yes, Mommy”, he whimpers, falling even deeper.
“And you gotta help me out too. My tits are killing me tonight, they’re so heavy. Can you help me?”
“Yes please”, he begs, barely seeing you at this point because you are scrambling his brain to the point of a blurry vision.
You smile at him and reach up to tug down the straps of your gown. The silky fabric slips down instantly, exposing your plumped up tits to him.
Taehyung moans, fucking the air.
“Go on, they’re all yours.”
Taehyung gathers them in his shaking hands and goes down on them with an open mouth. He trembles, eyes filling with tears. Your nipples are so swollen, sitting heavily on his tongue. He didn’t even realise how much he missed your breasts in his mouth until now. He whimpers, falling oh so deep into subspace that he won’t be able to escape anytime soon.
You groan in relief, rolling your head back and parting your lips. Your tits were killing you. Even the mere fabric of your dress was painful against your nipples and your skin feels so stretched to its limits. Taehyung’s wet, warm mouth feels like pure heaven. He releases you of so much tension, so much pressure and so much pain that you could honestly cry.
Taehyung is on a high, running on nothing but your sweet taste. He can’t decide on which side to stay, switching between them over and over again as he gets absolutely lost in you with tears down his cheeks and his cock hurting in his grey slacks.
You take care of his big (quite literally) problem. With barely open eyes you watch your own hand as you open his belt and slacks with. Taehyung is too lost to notice. He also doesn’t notice when you push the flap of his briefs to the side. He does notice when you take his cock out however.
You pick up a pace instantly, fingers pumping him quickly.
He sits up slightly in shock, head tilted back and messy mouth agape in a surprised moan. His eyes are widened, staring up at you.
“That feels nice, doesn’t it?” you ask him, massaging his heated tip.
Taehyung keens, spilling tears. It feels amazing. Your hand is so warm and so soft. Your touch is placed with so much love. He missed you so much and it feels so good.
“Of course it does. Relax, yeah? Mommy is gonna relieve you of your pressure too, yeah?”
“Mommy”, he whimpers, dropping on your lap to bury himself back in your soft tits. He takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily. His cock throbs in your fingers, spilling excitement down his shaft.
You pick it up, using it to jerk him off from the base to his tip. You are spilling down his throat too, feeling on cloud nine from the relief.
“Good boy, that feels amazing”, you praise him. You pick up speed, moving your hand up and down his entire shaft. Now that you finally have him again, you are going to make sure to memorise every single inch of him. Just in case he goes missing again.
Taehyung whimpers, kicking the pillows. His mouth is so eager in how he sucks your nipples. You are getting so much pleasure from it that it is difficult not to moan each word you speak.
“Good boy, my good boy. You’re doing so well for Mommy.”
He can’t really describe how he feels right now, but he knows that he doesn’t want to leave this headspace. He feels safe, that much is sure. He feels horny and pleasured, of course that is a given. But in a sense, he also feels high and far away.
This isn’t the first time that he gets to help you relieve your breasts of pressure. There is only so much your daughter can eat and only so much you can pump before it gets too much. Taehyung read in some of his countless pregnancy books that some wives like it when their husbands relieve them of the excess milk. He talked to you about it, you tried it and both loved it.
You because it genuinely helps with the soreness and pain and because he is so eager in his feast. Taehyung loves it because he gets to help you and be a good husband. His biggest fear is to end up being like his father, so when he gets to make you happy and help you instead of making you cry, very deep wounds heal on his heart. He loves it because he gets to be a good husband, he gets to be with you and share intimacy with you. And because you taste good.
You taste especially good tonight, making his head pound. Every single fiber in his body is submissive right now, charged in electricity because your touches feel really good.
Taehyung sobs, writhing on the sofa in his very distinct way which lets you know that he is going to orgasm way too soon. You spill on the couch because of it. He is so excited that he needs to climax. What a perfect boy he is.
“Do you wanna cum? Is Mommy making you cum?” you ask him, hand restless around his veiny shaft.
Taehyung sobs again, kicking his feet helplessly. His cock is so hot and swollen between your fingers, you fear that it might burst like a balloon soon. He is so perfect.
“You do? Then cum for me, okay? Cum for Mommy”, you encourage him, pumping his tip quickly.
Taehyung whimpers loudly, fulfilling your wish. He arches off the pillows, fingers dimpling your back as he grips you for support. His cock throbs angrily, shooting his cum all over his shirt and tie.
He sobs into you. He was in so much agony, he felt so bad and stressed and lonely. He was so sad. All of this built up in his stomach as painful pressure and you are releasing him off it. This one orgasm is healing him and it feels so good that he has to sob.
You moan with him, soaking up the view like a starved woman. You missed him so much. You missed how he shakes and writhes. You missed how his cock is so pretty when it squirts cum. And you missed how he is gripping whatever he gets a hold of.
“You’re so pretty when you cum. So pretty for Mommy”, you coo, pumping his tip needily. You know that he isn’t climaxing anymore, but you need more. So much more.
Taehyung reaches down hastily, pushing you away. He has had enough. You let off of him, caressing his twitching thighs instead. You need more, but need to hold back. It is so difficult. You want him so bad.
“Good boy, my good boy”, you praise him, trying to sound as normal as possible.
He pants and gulps for a few moments, clearly needing time to get back to you. His eyes open first, glassy and foggy they stare up at you.
“I’m sorry”, he croaks.
“For what?”
“I came too quickly. I didn’t mean to.”
“That’s okay, baby. Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yes, so much”, he pouts, “thank you, Mommy.”
“Hm, you’re welcome, cutie”, you say and boop his nose with a snicker.
He soaks up the sound like an addict, gazing up at you. He loves you so much.
“I don’t want this to end”, he confesses.
“Me neither, but you’re soft.”
“I’ll eat you out, please.”
You writhe, biting down on your lower lip. You whimper your consent, nodding your head.
Taehyung rolls off the couch, not bothering to stuff his cock inside his slacks nor to clean up. He falls right between your legs, kneeling between them like a worshiper would before his goddess. He gazes up at you, drooling at this point.
“I saw your pussy when you sat down”, he confesses, eyes switching between your face and your exposed tits. They’re wet because his sucking made them leaky.
“Sorry?” you gasp.
“Your pussy. You’re not wearing any panties. I saw.”
“You did?”
“Yes, Mommy”, he whimpers.
“Well fuck”, you chuckle and open your legs, tugging the dress up your butt so you were completely exposed, “no need to hide then.”
Taehyung groans, tongue dripping drool as he gawks at you like a hungry dog.
“Whenever you’re read-”
He interrupts you by burying his face in your pussy with a hungry growl. He doesn’t waste any time going slow, lapping up your sweet nectar greedily.
You moan, dropping your head on the edge of the backrest and burying your hand in his hair. You lift your legs, placing them over his shoulders. He supports them by wrapping his arms around them, hands spreading out on your inner thighs.
“That’s it, holy fuck”, you moan, toes curling in ecstasy. You have been incredibly sensitive ever since you gave birth. One night you even confessed to him that you worried something was wrong with you because his touch felt so good to you. Taehyung called a doctor the next day who told him that this could happen and shouldn’t be reason for concern unless it becomes uncomfortable. When Taehyung then proceeded to ask what he could do to help, the doctor told him that the answer would be inappropriate but that Taehyung knows exactly what to do as your husband and to do it right. You laughed so hard when he confessed the phone call to you and how the doctor basically told him to just fuck you right. But that night, you soon couldn’t laugh anymore when Taehyung followed the doctor’s orders and fucked you so goddamn right.
Ever since then, Taehyung has been practically insane in his skills, regularly bringing you to the point of a liquid brain and a wobbly body. Tonight is no different. He uses his entire mouth on your pussy, switching between licking and sucking every inch of you. He also switches between your clit and your folds, sometimes lingering on your entrance as well.
“Tae more”, you beg during a moment he pulls his tongue away from your leaking hole. He lifts his head for a moment, checking for consent. You are blissed out, leaky tits heaving up and down and face glowing in bliss. Taehyung moans.
He looks back at your pussy, gathering his saliva so he could spit on you. He picks up the slick, stuffing it into your pussy a moment later as he buries three of his fingers inside your swollen walls. You arch off the sofa, twisting his hair just enough that there is a tug present but no pain. Taehyung doesn’t like pain and you never disrespect this limit, even if he is currently making you see stars.
“Holy fuck Taeeeee….”
Taehyung connects his sloppy mouth with your clit again, fucking his fingers out of you vigorously.
You practically curl up into a ball, thighs against your chest and ankles crossed. He is too good. You can’t handle the pleasure any other way.
“I can’t breathe, Mommy”, he lulls against you.
“Fuck, sorry, ahm.”
Weakly, you unravel yourself again, putting your feet on his shoulders and your own hands on his own thighs to force your legs to stay open. You grip your own flesh a second later when Taehyung fucks his fingers into you quickly, flicking his tongue over your clit just as quickly. He moans as he does it, forcing a loud noise of pleasure out of you.
Your toes grip his shoulders, your nails leave imprints on your thighs.
“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck”, you chant, seeing entire galaxies.
Taehyung mewls and growls, spitting on his fingers hastily before his tongue dances on your clit again. The slip is so wet and messy. He doesn’t have his palm facing up, but sideways, allowing his long fingers to go so deep that you honestly feel stuffed to the brim.
You can’t do this. Taehyung isn’t the only one who had too much pressure built up in his stomach.
“I’m cumming”, you croak, breaking apart a second later. “Tae! Ah!”
Taehyung moans, swallowing your orgasm hungrily. He moves his fingers and tongue just right, helping you ride out the blissful warmth until you tell him to stop.
With shaking knees, he climbs onto the couch again. You don’t change position, letting him kneel on the pillow with one leg while the other was still on the floor.
You kiss messily, sloppily. He tastes like your squirt, you taste like bliss. You are both gone, moaning and gulping each other up as best as possible. Going days without talking nor seeing each other was torture. Going even longer without sex is literally the reason why you are acting like animals right now.
“I need you to fuck me”, you break the kiss, hands on the nape of his neck.
“Yes, Mommy. Please.”
“Good boy, do it.”
Taehyung nods his head vigorously and stands up. He takes off his pants and briefs, but keeps his ruined shirt on. You get into position in the meantime, kneeling on the couch with your stomach against the backrest and your butt facing him.
He moans at the view but doesn’t acknowledge it any further because he is too needy for you. You look at him over your shoulder, grabbing his tie to tug him closer.
“You’re mine. Mommy’s pretty boy.”
“Holy fuck, Mommy”, he moans, spilling submissive tears. His chest melts with your back, his arms cage you in as he lets you pull him into a kiss. His right hand is on your stomach at first, caressing it, but soon slips to your exposed tits to knead them eagerly. He has one knee on the sofa and the other foot on the floor. You moan and mewl, tongue kissing him back eagerly while your left hand dances down to align his newly hardened cock with your dripping pussy. Once he is, you push your hips back, swallowing him whole.
The kiss breaks because Taehyung broke it in a submissive moan, swollen lips pressing against your cheek.
“That’s it. Filling up Mommy so well…”
“Mommy…”
“So pretty, you sound so pretty when you call me that.”
He bottoms out. You instantly begin rutting into him, fucking his cock fast and sloppily.
His right hand slips from your tits, gripping the backrest as well. His normally deep voice comes out a high-pitched whimper, face dropping into the crook of your shoulder.
He drives you mad. You drop your head to the front, twisting his grey tie. It feels so good to fuck yourself on him. He is such a good dildo. The way his cock curves is so perfect for positions like tonight’s. You are getting stimulated at the deepest spots, making you wish that he could fucking live in you.
Taehyung is a mess behind you, drooling on your shoulder and spilling constant tears of pleasure. He knew that he missed you, that the long hours in his lonely office made him needy, but he wasn’t aware of how bad it actually was. He knows that he should be moving his hips right now, but he can’t. He is frozen in too much pleasure, reduced to serve as your dildo to fuck yourself on as he tries not to pass out in the process.
“Good boy, good fucking boy. Mommy’s good boy”, you chant, riding on a literal high.
“Mommyyy”, he keens, throbbing inside you.
“Soo good. Touch my clit.”
Taehyung obeys, moaning with you as you tighten around his cock.
“Good boy, ah!” you throw your head back, fucking him faster. The position you find yourself in, makes your tits naturally hang over the edge of the sofa. They are hurting from not being touched.
“Actually, changed my mind. Touch my fucking tits. They’re so heavy.”
Taehyung obeys instantly, holding your swollen tits in his big hands.
“Good boy. Fuck yes, hold Mommy’s heavy tits. Fuck baby…”
Taehyung bites your shoulder, hips stuttering as your words make them work against his will. No wonder he got you pregnant. Taehyung always forgets how good you are at sex and how much power you have over him until he is balls deep inside you and you literally ruin him. No wonder you managed to get yourself pregnant on him, when you fuck like this it is bound to happen that Taehyung nuts in you as deep as his seed can go and it actually fucking works. There is no way around it.
“Mommy, it’s too much”, he sobs.
“Too much? Need a break?”
“No. No, just too much. Too good. Aaah.”
“Mmh so good. Mommy’s so proud of you, baby. You’re fucking me so well”, you praise, fingers rubbing your clit vigorously.
“I have to cum again, Mommy.”
“Don’t hold back, fill me up.” You encourage him with clenches of your walls. “Make me a Mommy again.”
Taehyung breaks instantly, and with such utter need that he accidentally pins you against the sofa to rut into you. The praise you wanted to moan gets knocked out of you, loud wails replace it. Your eyes go cross, your limbs shake. He is fucking you just right, making your walls tremble as he fills them with his creamy cum.
He wants to slow down afterwards but you stop him with a yelp.
“Don’t stop! I’m close!”
Taehyung somehow growls and whimpers at the same time, hands kneading your tits to the point they leak against their will. His cock aches, but he can’t stop. Not when his beautiful, soft wife is so close to an explosive orgasm. He knows how sensitive you are, how much sex you need, how he had neglected you unwillingly. He needs to serve and please and submit to your pleasure to finally make up for what you had to miss out on.
“Mommy, my cock is so sensitive. Oh god Mommy”, he is still whining about his condition, crying into your shoulder.
“Soon. Soon. Please harder. Everything.”
Taehyung understands. He bites your shoulder again, speeding up his hips as he slams his cummy cock into your creamed walls repeatedly. He squeezes your tits harder, rubbing your swollen nipples between his fingers vigorously.
“Tae!” you scream, breaking apart simultaneously. It feels so good that you can’t tell if it started in your pussy, in your clit or in your nipples. All you know is that it makes you writhe and shake and sob because you haven’t had this kind of orgasm in so long. Taehyung fucks you through it, seeing light as he fears for his life. He keeps going despite all that, fucking you so good that have to squirt a second time, soiling his legs and the sofa with it.
“Urgh woah”, you let out once then give up, dropping into the backrest which forces his cock to slip out of you. You spill his cum instantly, groaning in relief.
Taehyung drops beside you into the sofa, burying his hands in his hair to twist it in disbelief. He can barely even breathe. What the fuck was this?
You pant next to him, feeling shocked as well.
It takes the two of you a while to recover from what just happened. The sex was just too intense and your bodies are too broken.
You are the one to end the forced silence.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know”, he whispers.
You and he turn your head slowly, locking eyes.
“I think I can’t move.”
“Me neither.”
You break first, Taehyung follows, showing you his prettiest boxy smile as he laughs with you wholeheartedly. You manage to get out of your trance as you laugh, falling into each other’s arms to hug.
“This was actually insane”, you say.
“Yeah, oh god, I can’t believe you let me call you Mommy.”
“Not gonna lie that was like super hot and sexy. I don’t know what this says about me. Or us for that matter.”
“That we’ll do it again one day?”
You lift your head to meet his gaze. He is giving you the cutest puppy eyes ever.
“Mhm definitely.” You cradle his flushed cheek, caressing his heated skin. “You’re actually the cutest and hottest man at the same time. I think I might be pregnant again just because you’re so sexy.”
He laughs, eyes glimmering shyly.
“Don’t say that”, he mumbles, playing with his own hair giddily.
“I mean it. Gosh you, you’re the best. Mwuah”, you say, giving him a big smooch.
He giggles, kicking his feet happily. You giggle with him, hugging him against your chest.
“You also seriously helped me with my tits. I thought that they would burst tonight.”
He hums, closing his eyes as he seeks your scent and rubs your back.
“I love helping you. Knowing that I can relieve some of that pressure is all I want.”
“You are helping, so much.”
You and he share a nice silence where you hug each other. It is so healing to be with each other. You love each other so much.
Taehyung’s rumbling stomach breaks the silence. You lift your head, meeting his embarrassed gaze.
“Are you hungry?”
“Did you hear my stomach?”
“Loud and clearly.”
Taehyung pouts, and huffs out air, “I haven’t eaten since lunch. I’m so hungry.”
“That’s not good. Luckily for you, Misses Choi made dinner before she left. Come on, we’ll clean up and then eat it together.”
“Really?” he gasps, eyes lighting up at the aspect of finally having dinner with you again.
“Of course. We have so many lost dinners to make up for and I’m hungry again. I’m always hungry lately.”
Taehyung giggles, letting you pull him to his feet so he could follow you to the bathroom hand in hand.
He came home grumpy tonight, but even the concept of this emotion is gone from his heart now that he can finally be with you again. Oh he is going to cuddle you so, so good tonight.
#taehyung smut#taehyung fanfic#taehyung fanfiction#taehyung scenario#taehyung oneshot#taehyung x reader#taehyung x you#sub!taehyung#bts smut#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts scenario#bts oneshot#bts x reader#bts x you#sub!bts#bangtan smut#bangtan fanfic#bangtan fanfiction#bangtan scenario#bangtan oneshot#bangtan x reader#bangtan x you#sub!bangtan#fanfic: kinktober24#fanfic: ihyily
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30,000ft. above sea level
summary - you and your boss does something not that common for you guys to do 30,000 feet above sea level
pairing - aaron hotchner x reader
warnings: SMUT +18, oral sex (m!receiving), semi-public sex, dirty talk, mentions of p in v sex, humping, mentions of cases, typical criminal minds talk
notes: DAY 1 of KINKTOBER, divider by i08cymm
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The team gathered together on the jet. Hotch was passing out the files while Spencer turned on the small laptop in front of him to contact Penelope.
The case wasn't that rough on their stomach. There were two missing girls— both of them were best friends. Both was abducted 3 days, after their dance practice. As soon as team received the file, they quickly scanned and then shared their thoughts with the group.
It was only a short discussion since their technical analyst already has the name of the unsub and the suspected area where the girls were held. All of the team decided to do their own business. Reid read a book that he brought, Prentiss and Morgan were chatting about women, while Rossi and J.J chatted about J.J's son—Henry.
The team sees you and Hotch as the parents of the team. Hotch was strict, straightforward and silent like a father; you were sweet, kind, and cares for the team like a mother. What the team doesn't know is that you and Aaron are dating for a couple months now. There were times where you enter his office and have a little make-out session in there. The team doesn't suspect anything since you know, you both are parental figures— and thank God for that. They probably think that the both of you were discussing case files or help Hotch about his paperwork during those times.
And now, you felt that mood in you again.
The two of you haven't done it on the jet yet so it might sound like new to you and him. You gently stood up to your seat and excused yourself, leaving the team and went to the other side of the jet where Hotch was. You closed the curtains that was dividing the plane.
"Mama and Papa bear are talking about paperworks again. Can't they have a life?" Morgan commented, seeing you going to Hotch and slid the curtains.
"Well, work is always on their minds." Prentiss replied.
As you entered the area where Hotch was, he was sitting down, his back facing you, paper works were all over the table. It wasn't just any paperwork nor file, it's paperwork regarding the team's behavior. You find it funny when he does that since you know how silly the team member gets.
"Hey, what's up?" you walked towards him, getting his attention as he looked at you and smiled.
"Just the behavior paperwork." Hotch answered before his eyes went back to the file and answered.
"The team can get reckless sometimes." You laughed at his statement. You sat on the chair in front of him, crossing your legs. You observed him deeply. He wasn't that stressed nor tensed but you can see how his long sleeved white shirt was getting tighter and his muscles are getting visible which is making you feel something.
That feeling increased when you looked at his face. He was focused, his eyes fall in every word he writes. Jesus— he looked so fucking hot.
"Are you doing my behavioral report?" you asked as he grabbed a new file and opened it. You saw your 2 by 2 I.D card that was clipped on the pages of the file.
"Yes. I've done the others."
"Tell me about them— their report."
He scoffed at your request. Hotch grabbed the previous files and read each report to you. "Garcia hacked 3 private servers. Morgan kicked another door during our cases even though the door was unlocked. Reid academically insulted the local P.D during our previous case. And Rossi insulted another police.." Every word he said, it wasn't coherent to you but that didn't matter.
All your attention was to him. His eyes. His face. His arms. His fingers. And his... you know where. You felt that feeling rise up again. You felt like you need his touch— which you really do. You feel like the seat was stained with how wet you were right now.
"Are you okay? Are you listening to me?" Aaron asked.
The vulgar thoughts suddenly disappeared in your mind. "Y-Yes, I'm okay. And I'm listening to you."
"You're sweating. Your breath is rigid. Something is up." he didn't buy your answer. You stood up from your seat, you pushed the table away to the aisle and sat on Aaron's lap. He was surprised but he saw it coming. Your wet lips finally met his. He returned the kiss deeply, allowing the both of you to taste each other.
It's been awhile since the both of you had sex. Cases were always here and there. You even never had the time to sleep due to how busy the team was with these harsh cases.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked. "We've never done it on a plane.. or miles above sea level.."
"Please, Aaron— I just really badly need you." you begged as you began to rock your heated core with his thighs, riding him.
The both of you were still fully clothed but Aaron can definitely feel how wet you were. You humped on his thigh, finding a friction on his pants; and when you did, you gripped his shoulders for support and moaned softly, your head resting on his neck.
"What if we get caught?" Aaron asked, holding your hips for support.
"They won't. Fuck— you feel so good." you moaned.
His fingers found your clothed breast. It was hard and can be seen through your thin grey shirt and he was drooling about it. Aaron began to toy with your hardened nipple, making you moan out loud. He immediately covered your mouth, muffling out your moans.
As your pace went faster, your orgasm did too. You felt a coil in your stomach and clenched on his pants.
"Come for me, honey. That's it— you're doing such a great job." he praised in your ear.
After a few more rocks, you finally came in your underwear. It didn't stain his pants but it was crumpled.
"Since you're gonna do my report... then I'll show you what a bad behavior is."
You jumped out from his thigh and kneeled. Your fingers started to unzip his pants and pulled it down. Hotch was definitely hard. Then, you removed his black boxers, allowing his hardened cock to sprung out. There was a small leak of precum on his tip. Your fingers started to toy with his tip, brushing it in a teasingly way. Aaron closed his eyes at the pleasure, his back arched slightly. Your palms begin to pump on his whole length slowly.
Aaron was desperate.
Desperate for your touch.
Desperate for your mouth.
Desperate for you to take him whole.
"(Y/n).." he moaned softly.
A smiled carved your lips as you heard him moan your name. It was your favorite music. Your favorite note. Your favorite melody. Your palms pumped his dick faster and faster. He whined and whimpered. His head moved back with his eyes completely shut. In a surprise, your mouth fully took his cock, the tip hitting at the back of your throat. You gagged at first but you got comfortable after a few seconds; you started to bob your head, your tongue licking on his dick inside. Aaron's cock hit your cheeks, the soft and warm feeling made him even more harder.
"God—so warm.. Just like that, yes.." Aaron took a fistful of your hair and guided your speed. He was big, thick, and veiny. You looked at him with innocent eyes but a lustful mouth. You gripped his thighs for support as you continued bobbing your head.Your pace quickened and you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth.
He's close.
"Are you going to swallow it all, honey?" You nodded in response as he thrusted his hips, fucking your mouth over and over again.
"Swallow it all, honey. You're doing such a great job."
After a few more thrust and bobbing, he finally came. White, warm, and creamy liquid spurted out on his dick inside your mouth. You licked his dick from top to bottom clean, making sure you get to taste and swallow every single cum he has.
You stood up and Aaron put his boxers back on and buckled his pants. The both of you were out of breath.
"I'll list that. Not on the file but on my journal." Aaron commented.
"You know, Aaron, we still have 30 minutes 'till landing. Maybe you can pay me back, huh?" you said, grabbing his tie seductively and whispered on his ear.
Little did the both of you know, all the team members were now awake.
And they heard every single noise that came out from the both of you.
#x reader#criminal minds#criminal minds reader insert#criminal minds smut#criminal minds x reader#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner smut#thomas gibson#kinktober
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Hi! Could I request maybe the reunion between shikamaru and his alpha?? Like from the shikamaru breaking down bc his alpha is late from a mission and his teacher is dead Thanks!!
I think I've written something small about this before, but I'm happy to expand on it! Enjoy <3 ( I didn't realise I'd left this in my drafts, so here you guys go while my arms are sore still haha)
"Shikamaru, you need to sleep," you said gently, holding his face in your hands. Dark circles and stress bitten lips gazed back at you as he shook his head. He had looked worse when you first got home yesterday, but thankfully, after the first hour of cuddling and crying, it had been easy to get him to take a shower with you. Unfortunately, it was not proving as easy to get him to go to sleep.
"No," he muttered, voice hoarse from crying.
"You have to sleep at some point, sweetheart," you pointed out, smoothing your thumbs over his skin. He shook his head again. "Please? For me?" There was some hesitation this time, but he still shook his head in the negative.
It had been twelve hours since you'd returned, but Shikamaru was still firmly stressed and alert, coiled like a spring at every moment, despite your and his parents' best efforts in calming him down.
He was grieving, you understood that. And then a mission had taken you away from him when he needed you the most, you understood that too. You had the greatest patience for him, but he still needed to sleep (and you would also rather like to be able to use the toilet without holding his hand.)
"Shika..."
"Don't. Please, just don't. I'm fine."
He was clearly running on fumes, but you didn't know how to make him rest, other than just letting him push himself until he collapsed. You didn't even know why he was so resistant to sleep. Did he think you would be gone when he woke up even though you had promised to the contrary countless times?
You wracked your brain desperately, as Shikamaru moved his face until it was buried in your collar bones. You idly stroked his hair, allowing your fingers to glide through the soft strands. You needed to soothe him to sleep somehow.
You focused for a moment on the sound of his mother pottering away in the kitchen. You relied on her for advice on handling Shika's obsession instinct often, but she'd been unable to suggest anything helpful this time.
You started to hum, almost without thinking, as though it was an instinct to fill the silence without words. The melody started out as nothing more than a collection of random notes, but slowly, it morphed into one of your favourite love songs.
You sang softly, still stroking Shikamaru's hair in time to the music. Your voice was a little rusty from disuse, but you pushed through the minor discomfort.
A hot tear rolled onto your neck from where Shikamaru had his face pressed. You didn't bring attention to it, you just kept singing through the ticklish sensation.
You sang that song twice before you picked a new one.
And then another.
And another.
Eventually the tears stopped flowing and Shikamaru's breaths evened out. The weight of his head increased and his limbs went completely limp as he finally succumbed to sleep.
You sang that first love song one more time, just to be sure he was truly asleep, before you joined him in unconsciousness.
There was a long way to go, to process his grief properly, to reassure him that you weren't going to leave, maybe some more desensitisation training to help him cope, but everything would feel just a little bit better once he'd had some sleep.
#shikamaru#nara obsessions#headcanons#a/b/o#omegaverse#alpha!reader#gn reader#shikamaru x reader#omega shikamaru#alpha reader
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The only way I can rationalise people accepting literal children going out and fighting crime as Robin is if they don't think Robin is a real child.
I think it would be fun to see how Bruce would use that to his advantage in protecting his kids. Like, if people think Robin isn't human, if they instead think he's a spirit or a ghost, they are less likely to shoot at him, less likely to try and physically attack Robin because they think it would be no use.
The fun part would be deciding HOW they would do this. I like to think that Robin's domino mask doesn't have a hole for his eyes but instead is glazed over so that he can see out of it, but you can't see in. Maybe they install small lights in it so it looks like his eyes glow in the dark, because can you image how fucking scary it would be to just see these two sentient light-like eyes and just know the Batman must be lurking somewhere close by?
Maybe Bruce installs super strong magnets in their gloves because on the chance that someone does pull a gun on his kid close range, it would be a lot easier for them to grab the gun away if they had the force of magnetism on their side. Also, grabbing onto poles and other metal materials would make all the scaling on tall buildings a little safer. Obviously, they'd need a way to turn it on and off, but still. Can you imagine, you're in a warehouse and there are steel frames fucking everywhere and you look up and suddenly there's a child gripping onto one effortlessly? Horrifying.
Maybe they have a voice box. Want to scare people? Play this really ominous recording of a child's laughter that echoes just a bit too loud to be normal. Play this ominous screaming that seems too silent to be real. Play this ticking that seems to never end that induces stress and increases the chance of them messing up.
What would be even funnier is keeping this act up with the Justice League and other teams.
Batman doesn't bring Robin to these meetings at the beginning because he sees no need to involve a preteen in such matters, but at some point the subject does come up and it's sort of like; So, Bats, what exactly is the kid? Like...is he yours?
And Bruce (paranoid as fuck) doesn't want to admit to these people that yes, Robin is my son because hello? That's gotta be his biggest weakness, he would do anything to keep that kid safe and fuck them if they ever tried to hurt him to get to Bruce.
So, he tells them that he's a spirit sent to haunt him and remind the city of it'd failures and the Justice League just... believe him?? Because this is Batman, and why would Batman ever lie about something so, frankly, strange? And it's not a huge deal, like they're a team comprised of metas and aliens and literal godesses, so what if the one normal human guy has a weird little ghost child? Who cares if he cares about it like it's a real boy? Maybe the baby spirit has rights, too!! They don't know!
So, when the JLA gets more popular and becomes an actual, legal part of the American government, they're required to list all of their members. And they class Batman as a human, because that's obvious but next to Robin, they don't really know what to say or how to ask Batman about it, ao they just put "Unknown Child Spirit - TBD"
And then just... never change it?
So, they don't question why a few years later Robin seems to look entirely different, or why after that he changes again, or why Robin is suddenly a girl for a while before going back to a little boy. That's obviously just some weird spirit thing they don't understand, and it's not like Batman is going to explain it!
#batman#batman and robin#robin#justice league#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#stephanie brown#damian wayne#the kids obviously play into this as well making themselves seem not fully human#but also??#they arent exactly normal anyway so it really doesn't matter#dick joins a team for the 1st time as robin and everyone else is kind of like#“so...do you eat? are you...wanna play video games??”#and dick#who has been raised in a circus before joining a family comprised of batman and alfred has not really played any video games#and obviously there is no way a real human child has not played video games before so everyone never even thinks that MAYBE its not true#shit talker talks
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Yippeeeee here's the first batch of voice designs! Notes and explanations under the cut
Hero: The main guy himself! As LQ's constant inner conscience, I wanted him to look basically identical to him. The only significant difference is the silly little hair (feather?) swirl on his head, because @/ justcherryqwq's animatics were the first voice designs I ever saw and Hero just looks wrong to me without it now.
Smitten: Hearts hearts hearts hearts hearts- A bit on the nose maybe but he would most likely approve. I tried to make his body shape reminiscent of disney princes. Definitely the biggest voice. Very fluffy and soft to best keep his Princess warm :3
Hunted: One of the littlest guys to convey how small he feels compared to his Princesses (Beast and Den). Scrangly fellow covered in scratches and bite marks. His plumicorns are made to look more like animal ears and his cheek fluff like whiskers. He has the same glowy eyes as Beast does. Little teeths.
Paranoid: My beloved lanky guy. I adore this silly so much, he was one of the first voices I ever met. His plumicorns, wings and feathers in general are all quite sparse and messy from how much he stress-plucks. I wanted his frame to look like a toddler could kick him over. He needs sleep. I'm definitely not the first person to design him with multiple eyes (both as a reference to his route and as a way for him to keep watch better) but I'm not sure who originally came up with it.
And some more headcanons I have for them!
-When Hero gets nervous or morally-conflicted about what they're doing, he covers his face with his wings. In PatD it seemed to be LQ's default way of standing but I think it really suited Hero's reluctance with the situation.
-Whenever you betray the Princess in his routes, Smitten's eyes become literally heartbroken and he gets mascara tracks similar to the Princess in HEA just to make it extra dramatic. I wanted to design a heart shaped chest scar for when he rips open your chest in the Damsel route, but it's not like he's ever with us again after that.
-I fucking love the Den route where Hunted goes feral. Yeesss my silly go feel powerful for once! Obviously an increased amount of scars, cat slit eyes and big ol' teeth.
-Paranoid's pupils can change heavily based on what's happening. I like to imagine that when he's doing the whole "Heart, lungs, liver, nerves-" thing, that his eyes are closed in concentration, and the moments he's interrupted they're startled opened with frantic heartlines. He has less eyes opened when he's calmer, and more eyes opened when he's panicking the fuck out. Very rarely does he have the usual two eyes only.
Anyways I *have* been browsing other people's voice designs for weeks now, so if there's any design elements that look similar to anyone else's, I probably subconciously yoinked it from them. Please feel free to let me know if I copied something so heavily that it deserves a credit, because I really cannot understate just how many voice designs I've been going through and have lost track of.
#slay the princess#stp#voice of the hero#voice of the smitten#voice of the hunted#voice of the paranoid#voice designs#fanart
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Your back! Hi! :D Ok, the guys adore and are protective of their female human best friend (fem reader). She shares a strong bond with them, and they with her. So, if she ever gets injured or sick, the guys are protective for a while. She is ready to help them again (as much as she can with being a human and all) but what she doesn't realize is that this time it's close to their spring season, making them very protective, territorial, and aggressive to outsiders. How would this play out as they are close to their primal time of the year, and she wants to go with them as they're about to leave on patrol, but they won't let her? Fluffy ending. 🥺(maybe some turtle noises and behaviors too)
Protective TMNT headcanons—reader wants to come on patrol
Bayverse, 2003, or 2012 if it suits ya. 🤷♀️. SFW! Mentions of "spring season" for the boys but nothing s*xual. hope u like it @pokemew119 !
Leonardo:
• Like Leonardo, we'll be straight to the point with this one—he's not going to want you going out with them. Normally, he doesn't want you to. Now he really doesn't want you to
• Due to their biology, springtime can be pretty dreadful for the bunch (for Splinter, too, he's the one having to manage them). Aggression, sensitivity, protectiveness, fussing over their rooms, etc. So you asking Leo to go out on their nightly patrol with them was a "this really isn't a good time" moment for him
• "The Lair is warm and safe, why would you want to come out here, anyways? Leave the fighting to me. That's what I'm here for, that's my job."
• Can be a little bit of an ass about it ngl, because he just wants to know you're home with someone he actually trusts to protect you, their father
• You heard Leo bark your name as you started up the ladder out of the sewers. Blue eyes giving you a suspicious look. You were trying to sneak topside so you'd be out there before he was able to protest. "No, no, go ask Master Splinter to show you some stuff if you want something to do so badly."
• Pats you along back to the Lair, watching to make sure you actually go back inside
• If you DO end up out there with them, he's going to be stressing a little more than usual about the setup because it throws him off having someone he feels he needs to constantly look out for, unlike his brothers who are more or less self-sufficient. But you bet you're always going to be his first priority, no hesitation
Michelangelo:
• For once, the heightened senses of springtime had Mikey thinking slightly more rationally than usual
• "Babycakes, you sure you want to come? It's ugly out there, smells bad, full of dudes always asking for a beat-down, maybe you should stay." Ruffles your hair for reassurance. "We can play games when I get back!"
• Secretly tries to dissuade you from even wanting to go out with them in the first place with promises of fun back at home
• If you do go anyways, he's taking every chance to show off his nunchaku skills
• Gets annoyed at his siblings for taking your attention away from him (oop there's the possessiveness)
• Very touchy, constantly hanging off of you or trying to play-fight, sit close to you on the sofa, scoot his chair towards you at dinner, etc.
• You ask if you can go with them on their way out and you catch Mikey
• He smiles big and sheepishly shakes his head, "Sorry, y/n, not tonight! You're kickin' back in my beanbag tonight and hanging out, not running around New York." End of conversation. You try to say something, he interrupts you, thumping your shoulder. "I'll text you! See ya, angel!"
• More passive about his protectiveness and isn't so outright about it like Leo, but on the inside, still doesn't fully understand why he feels that way (even though Donnie has explained over and over again)
Donatello:
• "You want to come out with us? Not gonna work, y/n, this is real stuff," he said amicably, raising his brow ridges. "There's been a three-point-four percent increase in crime rate just around the next four blocks, and that's with us kicking tail every other night. Statistically, you're liable to become a target and..."
• Donnie gets real irritable in spring and tends to avoid his brothers, argues with Leo about about their rooming situation bc he wants to be alone (except for with you)
• Sets up an entire cozy corner in his lab for you to chill in while he's gone and hopes you'll use it, even though he'd definitely rather be home and not topside at this time
• When you ask him to tag along on their patrol, he starts spouting off all the reasons you shouldn't and ultimately wins that debate
• Compromises by letting you man his tracking/observation station and communicating with them on their missions from the sewers
• He actually loves knowing you're on tap while he's out in the city and he can just radio in whenever he feels like it
• "See, isn't being our control center way better?"
Raphael:
• Raph already has a huge attitude problem, make that tenfold in spring.
• Gets waaaaay too overprotective at times, verges on bothersome levels of spazzing over what you do and where you go
• "You wanna go on patrol? With us? Just, out in New York City? With the Foot? Ahah, ain't happening, y/n. 'You said 'maybe' last time?' Well, I'm sayin' no, this time. You'll be bored?" He shrugs. "Watch TV or something. But you're not comin'."
• If you do somehow manage to go (highly unlikely), he's going to be grumpy and complain the whole time because he's secretly just worried and his hormones are out of whack
• Gets overly aggressive defending you from anything and probably stirs up more conflict over it tbh
• "It ended up fine that time, but don't do that again, ya hear?" He doesn't want to seem like he cares too much, so he flicks your head. (That man is head over heels for you)
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The Belt
Label Mature 18+
Summary During the cast party for his latest film, you spoke very poorly about Austin to a co-star, confessing your dissatisfaction about him being overly controlling when he is stressed at home and a neglectful workaholic when he is not.
When word gets back to Austin about what you said, he is livid because you didn't tell him and he prides himself on his professional reputation. Despite him giving you everything you desire, you still remain unsatisfied, behaving like a brat. He decides it's time to punish you again teaching you a lesson to make you behave.
When he summons you to his office, you already know he's going to punish you and that somehow, word got back to him. If he weren't so dominating, you might even enjoy it. However, he loves to make you red and raw until the very end, providing you with sexual relief only when he's ready.
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The Belt
Austin sat in the leather reading chair of his office. The room was a grand sanctuary adorned with movie posters memorabilia and mantled awards that attested to his successful acting career. The city skyline glimmered through the expansive window behind him contrasting sharply with his tensed demeanor.
He glared at you upon entering the room his fingertips pointed together on his lips, his hands were interlaced palms apart, and his elbows were firmly rested on the armrests.
He was in a pose of deep contemplation, his legs spread wide one tapping restlessly in agitation the only movement betraying his otherwise calm demeanor.
He looked immaculate wearing a sleeveless black tank top accentuating his muscular defined arms. His leather pants hugged snugly around his firm legs, the material molding to every curve and contour. A belt adorned his waist fastened with an ornate silver buckle that gleamed in the low lighting.
He was the definition of a sex god. His sandy brown hair tousled perfectly contrasting sharply with his furrowed brow. His blue eyes were intense and piercing as they bore into yours, making it impossible to look away.
You understood exactly why he summoned you to his office of your shared estate. A sense of apprehension filled the room as you awaited his response. You knew full well he was displeased with your recent behavior.
There was an unspoken dynamic in your marriage. The more he sought to control you, the stronger your desire to rebel, the tension between you two increasing drastically whenever he was away.
This time, when he returned from filming his latest movie, his absence once again fueled the familiar strain on your marriage and feeling neglected, you pushed back against his control upon his return. The intensifying conflict finally reaching its peak at one of his events.
During the extravagant cast party celebrating his latest film, you committed a cardinal sin: divulging intimate details about your marriage with him.
After a few drinks and meaningful conversation with his co star at the party you began to blabber about Austin over the loud music.
“He’s profoundly loving and handsome on one hand always making me feel special and adored.” You confided taking another sip of your drink before continuing. “But on the other hand, he has this intense need for control over me. When he isn’t obsessing over every detail of my life, he’s a total workaholic, letting ‘his craft’ overshadow everything he does and completely neglecting me.” You added downing the last of your drink. Even though your words are true, his co star gave you a concerned look, it didn’t sound like Austin at all.
Those words would come back to haunt you because if there was one thing Austin prided himself on, it was his reputation.
Word reached Austin swiftly due to it sounding so out of character. His co star only relaying to him.
“You might want to make sure your wife is okay, she mentioned something about feeling neglected and controlled?”
The remark ignited a fury inside of Austin. Though he didn't show it outwardly, he was seething inside. You had been behaving so well, and he was giving you everything you desired while he was away filming his newest film; your betrayal cut deep.
Now in his office as you stood in front of him the intensity of his gaze bore down on you, the tension in the air was thick. You knew from his clenched jaw and furrowed brow that he was deeply displeased. It was in the way his eyes narrowed, glinting with a mixture of disappointment and frustration.
You had seen this look before feeling the sting of his reprimands. It was a familiar pattern, one that left no room for doubt. As you stood there chest tight with anxiety, you braced yourself for the inevitable consequences of your disobedience.
"Well?" Austin demanded his voice ripping through the silence of the room. "Did you or did you not share personal information about me with my co star last night?" He inquired.
You took a deep breath before answering already feeling the depth of his dissatisfaction.
"Austin, I didn't say anything," you lied, your voice trembling slightly under his intense gaze as he glared at you from his chair.
Austin took a sharp inhale and sighed heavy with disappointment.
"As soon as I ask the one you told, it’s going to get back to me exactly what you said. It's better you tell me now, and I punish you, than I find out from the other person and punish you even harder." He relays as his eyes narrow awaiting your response.
Your breath catches in your throat from his intense gaze. You understand exactly what he means by ‘punish you harder.’ No matter what you know he wont be able to contain his temper for what you did. With your heart beating wildly, you nod in acknowledgment.
"Alright, Austin, I did say some personal things about you. I told your co star you were extremely controlling over me, a workaholic who when isnt obsessing over me, ignores me completely," as soon as the words leave your mouth, Austin's eyes burn with displeasure.
"Bend over my lap "he orders in agitation.
“Austin this is exactly what I mean by your control! You can’t discipline me like this I’m a grown woman!” You say firmly standing up for yourself for the first time wanting a more reasonable way to resolve the issue.
Austin remains stoic and places his hands calmly on the arm rests of his chair.
"Age has nothing to do with it, it’s about respect," he says with his tone resolute.
“You're my wife, I keep you safe, I feed you, I clothe you, I deeply care for you. Nothing you have is yours without me, and yet you disrespect me at a party hosted for my film? in front of my co stars ?" he questions, his voice rising in anger on each word.
After a contemplative pause he makes his decision.
"You’ll get your spankings with my hand for disrespecting me and then youll get the belt for lying to me about it."
Your heart drops
“Please Austin not the belt!” you beg, your legs almost give out knowing you’ll be sore for hours if not a full day.
“You brought this on yourself,” Austin replies sternly. “You need to understand the consequences of your actions.”
"Austin, I confessed!" you plead, your voice filled with desperation, hoping to reduce the punishment but It only enrages Austins and he erupts.
"But you lied first! You lied to me to cover your own ass because you knew what was coming. Now get over here and kneel," he snaps, and you hesitate. Your heart pounding loudly in your chest from the adrenaline.
“Don’t make me get up,” he says sternly, and by the tone in his voice you quickly come to kneel in front of him.
“Take off my belt,” he demands staring down at your kneeling form and you slowly reach to his waist, unclasping the buckle as you shudder at its thickness.
All you can think of is how painful it will be snapping across your ass as you pull its thick length through the loops of his pants.
As you work, your forearm brushes against his hardening cock. His pleasure is evident, he will become extremely harder as he spanks you. The power play of his dominance is too intoxicating.
Once the belt is free, you hold to up to him, but he pushes it back.
“You hold the belt this time while I’m spanking you so you know what’s next,” he says adding another layer to your apprehension.
You hope maybe he will soften his resolve if you apologize first this time.
"I'm sorry, Austin," you say quickly, your voice trailing off as you await his response.
"No you’re not sorry yet, but you will be.” He says eyes narrowing.
He firmly grabs your arm and swiftly pulls you across his lap. He positions you in a submissive posture over his knees, and you close your eyes bracing for the inevitable, as you hold his belt in your hands awaiting your punishment.
Austin rests his large hand on your skirt, rubbing it over the thin material as he speaks.
“You think you can get away with disrespecting and lying to me? You’ll learn your lesson tonight.” He pauses, letting the words sink in before continuing. “Now, let’s see how sorry you really are.”
He raises his hand and brings it down with a resounding swat on the back of your skirt. The force of the spank rocks you on his lap, but it doesn’t hurt.
He brings his hand down several more times, each spank forceful enough that you begin to feel the heat radiating from the impact. His cock pokes into your stomach with each strike in rhythm with the sound of the spanks echoing the room.
All you can think of is what is to come, how he will pull your skirt up and pull your panties down and the spankings will really begin.
As you feel Austin begin to peel your skirt up, you tense feeling the material slide up your thighs and over your panties, exposing your ass.
“You wanted to test my patience?” He says gripping and squeezing the soft skin of your ass with a seductive dominance.
“You’re about to find out exactly what happens when you push me too far.” He rasps and hooks his hand into the band of your panties sliding them down and revealing your pussy.
His cock pokes into your stomach at the sight.
“You’re fucking wet!” he confirms firmly grabbing your thighs pulling them apart.
“Mmm" you whimper from his rough handling. “Moaning too?" He questions. “Why are you so fucking wet this is a punishment?" He demands but you have no answer.
He spreads your ass cheeks apart, squeezing each one and exposing your pussy. Then he realizes he doesn’t just want to spank you anymore he wants to fuck you.
"I don't think spanking and using my belt is going to cut it this time.” he says sternly.
Your eyes grow wide as he firmly presses his large hand on your back holding you in place in his lap.
“What are you going to do Austin?" You ask panicked.
"You will have to wait and see. But for now I have a special punishment for my defiant little whore wife who gets wet from spankings."
Before you can protest Austin claps his hand hard on your bare ass cheeks in rapid succession intensifying each smack harder and faster until they are burning red. You begin to squirm in his lap with each sharp clap of your skin echoing in the room.
He alternates striking the bottom of one cheek to the other relentlessly harder on each pass until you begin to moan. Your skin starts tingling as you go numb from the pain. With each loud clap, you begin to grunt through gritted teeth, struggling to endure, your body tensing with each strike. Sensing your limits, Austin finally stops and rests his hand gently on your reddened skin.
“You’re handling these spankings like a pro” he says with a smirk playing on his lips. His touch becomes gentler and he moves his hand in slow deliberate circles over your reddened skin soothing the sting away.
Then he delivers a series of sporadic, loud resounding spanks, each one harder than the last, until you are struggling in his lap, groaning to endure.
“Austin …please” you beg through gasps. When he doesn’t stop at your limit your cries begin to mix with the sound of each impact, echoing through the room.
“Take it,” Austin growls low and commanding. “Feel every bit of it.” He continues. The intensity of each spank sends shock waves of pain and pleasure coursing through your body.
You gasp for air as your body constricts against him. Your muscles tighten with every spank until desperate breathy noises escape your mouth in a mix of agony and ecstasy.
Austin suddenly stops with his hand lingering on your reddened skin.
“You’ve had enough for now,” he reassures, allowing you a moment to catch your breath.
Your entire being feels consumed by the intensity of his spankings. The heat and stinging sensation radiates from the aftermath of his relentless discipline but you know it’s only the beginning.
As you hang over Austin’s lap holding his belt you want to reach back and rub your soreness but you know he won’t allow that he isn’t done with your punishment yet.
Austin’s touch transitions to soothing again as he rubs down your back and traces his hands along your inner thighs, his fingers are firm yet firm gentle against your skin.
When he grabs the tender flesh of your ass, you flinch and cry out from the pain and he swiftly gives you two sharp swats on it intensifying the pain making you cry out and squirm even more.
“Hold still,” he orders angrily as he holds you tightly in place. You realize he will spank you even more if you disobey.
His breathing is heavy as he releases you revealing his arousal in the moment as he forces you to endure him rubbing your sore cheeks. You remain perfectly still wincing as you bear through the pain.
His hand changes to moving down your thighs with deliberate slowness before his fingers brush against your soaked pussy and you softly moan overwhelmed with the sensation.
The contrast between the intense stinging of his spanks and the tender teasing touch of his fingers against your pussy leaves you breathless and craving for more.
"Why are you moaning? Do you like it when I touch you like this? " he asks.
“Yes Austin” you beg “please more” You say feeling the pleasure course through your entire body as he continues.
“What makes you think you deserve to have me touch you like this hm?” he asks, his tone low and commanding.
He wants you to face him and takes ahold of your waist forcing you to sit up in his lap. You wince in pain when your skin makes contact with the slick leather of his pants rubbing against your soreness. Once you settle he studies your face locking eyes with you.
“With that smart mouth” he says holding your jaw firm in his grasp “you’re lucky I touch you at all,” he chastises but his gaze is intense and seductive unable to hide his desire for you.
“Show me your pussy,” he commands, and you obey, opening your legs wide in his lap and leaning back to hold onto his knees for support. The erotic sight enraptures him entirely and you hope that means he is done with your spankings.
With a skillful movement you slowly release his belt from your hand allowing the leather to slide through your palm until the buckle softly thuds against the floor.
You feel a surge of excitement when he doesn’t notice.
“I can’t see your pussy that way,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “Show me your full pussy.”
Wanting to prove your obedience, you take one hand and spread your pussy lips open with two fingers giving Austin a clear view of your wet entrance.
Austin’s eyes are fixated as his large hand moves with a deliberate slowness grazing his fingertips along your sensitive folds.
The touch sends shivers through your entire body making you relax in his lap as his fingers slide through your slick folds tracing the outline of your wet entrance.
He slowly circles your clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp. Each touch is deliberate his thumb moving in slow tantalizing circles that send waves of pleasure radiating through you.
“You feel how wet you are for me?” he asks alternating between gentle strokes and firmer presses through your slick folds as he smirks at you.
“Y-yes, Austin,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, your breath hitching at his soft touch.
His fingers slide lower teasing your entrance before returning to your clit increasing the intensity.
“Tell me how good it feels.”he says low and seductive.
“Austin it feels so good” you relent. Every touch, every word drives you closer to the edge, your body responding eagerly to his skilled hands.
“I can feel you trembling” he says with a grin as your thighs involuntarily shudder. You’re getting close” he observes with a devious stare.
“…-Yes…” you pant, the sensation of his touch is almost too much to bear as your breath hitches with each delicate stroke.
You begin to arch into his touch and he abruptly removes his hand leaving you yearning for more.
"Austin . . . Please " your beg almost at tears.
“You’re even wetter than I thought.” he observes, seeing your glistening folds.
“These spankings are a reward for you, aren’t they?” He asks glaring up to meet your gaze, his eyes piercing yours with intensity.
“No! Of course not Austin!,” you protest in shock.
“Let’s see how wet you get from me spanking your pussy, then,” he says with a sadistic gleam in his eye. With deliberate precision, he begins delivering sharp swats onto your spread pussy as you hold it open.
“Oww, ow!” you cry with each swat as jolts of pain shoot through your sensitive clit. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as he increases the intensity.
“Please, Austin, it hurts so much,” you finally whimper, feeling like the punishment is going on forever.
He looks up into your pleading eyes, his expression softening slightly.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me taking your punishment,” he says with a mix of sternness and affection as he looks over your body. “Let’s see if I can make you feel better.”
Austin pulls your shirt up, exposing your chest. His fingers gliding along your supple skin, caressing your breasts gently until your nipples harden under his touch then he catches one between his fingertips and rolls it, eliciting a soft moan from you.
“Does that feel better?” he asks, his tone softer “Do you want more?” His eyes search yours, waiting for your response.
"Y-yes …Austin” you say barely above a whisper wanting him to give you more. You know you’re still being punished somehow but you are relieved he isn’t spanking you anymore.
“Please keep touching me softly like this Austin,” you beg tilting your head back and replacing your hand to his knee, surrendering to his touch. He catches your other nipple between his fingers rolling it gently before giving it a firm squeeze making you gasp.
He watches your reactions intently a smirk of satisfaction playing on his lips at how easily you give in knowing what he can do.
His hand gently cups your breast and he splays his fingers out to squeeze and knead the soft flesh. His thumb brushes over your nipple, sending a shiver down your spine as he teases the buds.
He leans in and brushes his lips against your other nipple. His warm breath fanning across your skin heightening your arousal to a peak.
He takes your nipple into his mouth sucking it gently at first, then with more intensity drawing it in deeper. His tongue swirls around the peak, flicking it teasingly before he sucks hard and his teeth graze the sensitive flesh just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you.
He continues to cup your other breast, squeezing it firmly digging his fingers into your flesh. He rolls your nipple between his fingers pinching and pulling it harder causing you to gasp and arch your back pushing your chest closer to his mouth.
He moves his mouth back and forth between each breast, lavishing attention, gently sucking and flicking his tongue across each nipple, eliciting soft moans and gasps from your lips. Then he releases sucking your left nipple with a wet pop, focusing all his attention on the right one.
He sucks it deeply into his mouth, his tongue pressing and flicking against it as his hand continues to tease and squeeze your other breast.
The combination of sensations makes your head spin every touch and suck of his mouth sending waves of pleasure coursing through your core until you are practically dripping with arousal for him.
He gently releases your nipple, his lips glistening as he looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire.
“You like this, don’t you?” he asks low and seductive as he cups both of your breasts, squeezing them affectionately.
“You just want all my attention because I’ve spoiled you too much,” he reveals. Not waiting for your response he brings his lips over your breast again, capturing your nipple in his warm mouth, sucking and licking it with such intensity that you become breathless.
The urgency of his suckling, the heat of his mouth, and the way he teases your other breast is too much for your body to handle. Your moans and gasps begin to fill the room as you endure so much pleasure you cave in and orgasm your walls throbbing around nothing pushed to the edge and beyond.
He pulls back to study your condition. You are panting with your pupils blown wide and look of pure sexual bliss on your face. He knows you are reeling in the high of your orgasm completely forgetting you are being punished, and he smiles seductively before returning to his torturous routine.
He leans in and closes his lips over your nipple again, this time holding you tightly in place as he tugs on it with his nipping teeth.
“Ow, Austin!” you exclaim angrily and glare down at him. He abruptly stops and slaps you hard across your breast. “Stop whining,” he reprimands, and you stifle your cry, looking at him in shock.
Locking eyes with you as a warning, he moves to your other nipple, his lips parting slightly as he takes the bud between his teeth. With deliberate precision, he nips and tugs on your nipple with a piercing bite inflicting just enough pressure to elicit a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain to course through your core before he releases it
“You think your punishment is over don’t you?” he asks, as you feel the radiating sting of his bite. You don’t react to it, knowing he will slap it harder.
"Where’s my belt ?" He asks commandingly
"No, no please Austin ," you plead.
“Baby… don’t make me ask twice,” he says with a threatening tone. You immediately lean back, feeling a surge of adrenaline, as you pick up his belt from the floor. You hold it tightly in your grasp presenting it to him ready to obey.
“Stand up,” Austin commands, and you rise on your feet, feeling the soreness from the spankings you just endured flood through you all at once.
He stands up from his chair, towering over you. His height is accentuated by the way he squares his shoulders making him appear even more imposing as he looks down at you.
“When you misbehave like this, it makes my dick painfully hard. Do you enjoy making me so hard that it’s painful?” he questions, a mix of frustration and desire in his tone.
Your gaze naturally drifts down his commanding figure, settling on the piercing, erect bulge straining against his leather pants. Feeling the intensity of his gaze, your eyes return to meet his.
“No, Austin.” You reply softly.
“Good because you made me this hard now you’re going to take care of it,” he commands, his voice firm and demanding.
He grips your shoulders tightly and forces you down on your knees. He steps closer with his cock inches from your face as he looks down on you with intent.
“Take me out,” he commands, and you obey placing the belt down on the floor. You reach up and unbutton his leather pants lowering down his zipper, the sound sending a shiver of anticipation through you.
As you reach inside, you feel the warmth of his hard erection and gently wrap your fingers around his thick shaft pulling his cock out from the confines of his pants, revealing his throbbing length in all its pulsating glory.
The sight of his impressive cock wrapped in your hand fully arouses you, sending a surge of desire through your body as you prepare to please him.
He guides you with a firm hand on the back of your head and you feel his control as his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer to his erect cock.
“Take it deep,” he commands, his voice tense with desire. “Show me how much you want it.”
You look up to him as his large cock enters your mouth and fills you up stretching your lips around its girth. “That’s it, baby,” Austin groans, his voice husky with desire. “Take me all the way in.”
The sensation is overwhelming, the weight and heat of him pressing against your tongue with each glide in and out as you feel yourself succumbing to his rhythm. “That’s my good girl,” he praises, his words spurring you on.
Your tongue traces along his shaft as he moves, exploring every ridge and vein, and Austin groans in response as his hand grips into your hair harder “Don’t stop,” Austin urges, his voice thick with need.
The taste of him is intoxicating, and you feel the fullness of him as he thrusts deeper, filling your mouth completely on each movement. With every stroke, you feel yourself growing more aroused, the intensity of the moment building with each passing second.
“I’m so close baby….-keep going,” he says, his voice strained with arousal. He places both of his hands at the back of your head with his fingers tangling in your hair he begins bucking his hips thrusting into the back of your throat.
Each thrust becomes more deliberate, and you struggle to accommodate him, feeling the strain on your jaw stretching as the sensation pushes you to your limit. You finally gag as tears brim your eyes looking up at him through wet lashes, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts.
“You take me so well, don’t stop,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. You try to relax your throat as your mouth works to bring him over the edge, but he’s too forceful, each movement becoming more demanding as you feel the strain on your jaw and throat with each intense penetration.
The tension is evident in the way you gasp for air between his movements. Your moans of discomfort come in short wet gurgles around his cock, unable to keep pace with his relentless rhythm.
You claw at his thighs and whimper around his thrusting cock. Despite your efforts, he doesn’t release his grip, his hold on you firm as he continues thrusting into your mouth, driving deeper into your throat.
“Just like that, keep going oh fuck,” he urges, his grip tightening. “Oh fuck…oh fuck! I’m gonna cum,” he rasps.
As he reaches the peak you hear his primal cries of release echoing in the air as he ejaculates, filling your mouth with his warm cum. On his final thrust you swallow every drop savoring the taste of him.
Spent and satisfied he makes small sounds of pleasure as he pants, slowly withdrawing his cock from your wet mouth.
He looks down at you while you kneel before him, a mix of exhaustion and contentment washing over his face. You feel utterly drained your eyes wet and your body trembling from the intensity of the encounter.
His gaze shifts to the belt lying beside you and he nods towards the leather strap wordlessly instructing you to pick it up.
“You were a good girl,” he praises, his voice low and husky. “But we’re not finished yet.
With a sense of apprehension, you reach for the belt and take it in your hands knowing that it signifies the next phase of your punishment
“Stand up,” he commands, offering his hand to guide you to your feet. You feel a mix of anticipation and apprehension as you grasp his hand and rise from the floor.
“We’re going to the bedroom,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. He tucks his cock away into his leather pants and takes your hand firmly in his, while you clutch the belt in the other, its weight a constant reminder of what’s to come.
He leads you up the stairs as you try to think of a way to avoid your fate. The hallway seems longer than usual and every step amplifies your anxiety. When you finally reach the end of the hall, he opens the door and pulls you into the master bedroom. As he closes the door behind you, the quiet click of the latch sends a shiver down your spine.His eyes are dark with intent he approaches.
“You know what’s coming next, don’t you?” he asks, his voice low and almost dangerous.
“Hand me the belt,” he demands and your hands tremble as you hold out the belt, your eyes pleading for any hint of leniency. The feeling inside of you a mix of fear and anticipation.
He takes the belt from you without a word, his gaze unwavering and stern. You feel a wave of anxiety wash over you, the room around you blurring slightly as your focus sharpens on him and the belt.
“Go on, get on your hands and knees,” he says, pointing to the bed with the belt. His voice is firm, leaving no room for hesitation.
You climb onto the bed, the soft sheets a stark contrast to the hard reality of the situation. Your heart pounds in your chest as you assume the position, hands and knees resting centered on the mattress.
The anticipation is almost unbearable as you wait for his next move knowing that whatever comes next it will be intense and unforgettable.
“Please, Austin, I’m sorry,” you beg as a finale cry hoping for an any sort of leniency.
“Do you understand why you’re being punished?” he asks, his voice a mix of frustration and authority as he collects the belt running it through his hand.
“Yes Austin,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.
“And you know it’s for your own good, don’t you?” he continues, his tone softening slightly as he slaps the belt in his palm.
Yes,” you reply struggling to contain your anxiety hearing the leather slap against his hand as he tests it.
“Good,” he says and you hear the faint sound of his zipper as he begins to strip naked. You peek over your shoulder, wondering why he hasn’t spanked you yet.
He climbs up behind you, his knees sinking into the bed, and you feel his hand roughly tugging your skirt up, making sure your red ass is fully exposed.
He raises his arm to bring down his thick belt across your exposed ass, but then he hesitates. Seeing your glistening pussy, he falters, deciding the spanking can wait. His cock is aching to be inside of you again.
“Look at you, dripping for me,” he mutters, his voice thick with desire.
“You think you can tease me like this and not face the consequences?” he rasps, pressing his hard cock against your entrance.
You feel a sense of relief wash over you when you hear the belt buckle hit the bed.“I-I’m sorry,” you say, fully aroused, feeling the heat of his tip pressing and slipping against your entrance
“Sorry isn’t enough,” he whispers, gripping your hips, enjoying the feel of your wetness covering his cock. “You’re going to take every inch of me first. Then we’ll see if you’re still sorry,” he says.
With that, he thrusts into you,and you moan as he fills you completely. His grip tightens as he sets a relentless pace, each movement sending waves of pleasure and pain through your body. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, mingled with your gasps and his guttural groans.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, his voice strained with pleasure. “You’re so tight, so perfect.”
Despite the initial shock, you quickly find yourself gasping in pleasure feeling the intensity of his desire. Your body starts responding eagerly to his every thrust. “Austin, oh God, don’t stop,” you manage to say between breaths.
He leans down, his breath hot against your ear. “I won’t stop until you’re begging for more,” he murmurs, his pace quickening, the sound of his hips slamming against you growing louder.
“Austin you feel so good,” you cry out your voice filled with lust.
His breathing becomes ragged as you match his rhythm, pushing back against him, desperate to satisfy him. The tension in the room mounts, every touch, every sound amplifying the connection between you.
With each powerful thrust, he collides his hips into yours, the intensity driving you over the edge. “Austin, I’m going to cum,” you say, your voice filled with ecstasy.
He groans in response, his own pleasure evident in the primal sounds escaping his lips. “Don’t cum yet …-you need to…-learn your lesson ” he urges, his voice husky with desire.
He pulls you up to him, his hand wrapping around your neck with just enough pressure to make you gasp. Your breath catches in your throat as waves of pleasure wash over you.
“You ever going to disrespect me in front of my friends again?” he demands, his voice low and intense.
“No, Austin,” you promise your voice trembling with arousal. His grip tightens slightly, sending a shiver down your spine as he thrusts harder.
"What about lying to me?” he asks with authority.
"I won’t lie to you! Austin I promise!” you cry out obeying his every word as his hips clap against you.
"Good girl.” He says bringing his other hand down spreading your pussy lips wide and rubbing around your clit.
"MMMM Yes !" You cry out feeling like it’s a reward from his punishment.
"Do you like this, baby?" he asks, rubbing a little harder.
"Yes Austin! Please more!" you beg and he slows his thrusts focusing his attention on your aching clit.
“Good,” he growls, his lips brushing against your ear. “I like when you’re a good girl for me you’re going to take every bit of pleasure I give you.” He says as his fingers continue to work your clit, each movement sending sparks of ecstasy through your body.
You moan loudly, the sound reverberating his hand around your throat. He leans in, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers, “I want to feel you cum for me now.”
You are unable to form words, completely lost in the sensations he’s creating as he sets a relentless pace slamming his cock deep within your throbbing walls. His touch becomes more insistent, his fingers moving faster on your clit as he brings you closer to the edge. The rhythmic clapping of his hips against yours fills the room as your breaths come in short, desperate gasps, mingling with his groans of satisfaction.
“Oh fuck Austin” you moan out feeling dizzy from so much pleasure coursing your entire body at once.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice filled with desire. “Let go for me. Show me how much you need this.”
He chokes you, and it cuts off your moans as he pounds into you. With a final fluttering of your walls on his cock, your body trembles as you reach the peak of your pleasure and you orgasm. Austin’s grip on your throat loosens and he watches you with a satisfied smile as you fall apart.
“That’s it, baby. Let it all go,” he whispers, his voice husky with satisfaction feeling your walls flutter on him with each thrust.
He holds you in his arms, pulling you close as your body endures wave after wave of intense pleasure until you go limp against him trembling and moaning.
“You came so well or me,” he whispers in your ear.
You pulse around his cock as he nears his climax and his movements becoming erratic, his sounds more primal. “I can’t hold back…” he gasps feeling the surge of your arousal.
With a final, shuddering thrust, he reaches his peak, his cries of release filling the room as he orgasms, his cock pulsing rope after rope of cum into you as he holds you steady breathing heavily.
As you both catch your breaths the intensity of the moment begins to fade and he withdraws from you slowly, his movements gentle yet deliberate.
“Come here,” he murmurs, his voice husky with satisfaction as he pulls you down on the bed with him and wraps his arms around you. “You were amazing,” he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
After a moment he gently strokes your hair, his eyes softened with satisfaction. “You really do satisfy me,” he admits, brushing his hand along your jaw. “Even when you rebel like this and I have to punish you.” He grins his pleasure evident that he’s regained control.
He kisses you deeply as his earlier anger melts away. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips.
“I love you too Austin” you confess feeling complete.
He holds your jaw firm locking eyes with you “But don’t think I won’t punish you if you misbehave again.” He finalizes.
You nod in agreement as his words linger in the air, both a promise and a warning as he pulls you into a tender embrace.
Deep down, you revel in testing the limits of his control, feeling his passion, his desire, and his unwavering commitment to you. In those moments, you feel exhilarated beyond compare.
It’s a thrilling exchange of his controlling power and your submission of rebelliousness that reinforces the dynamics of your relationship. His punishments make you feel alive and deeply connected to him in a way that nothing else can.
⛓️💥 End ⛓️💥
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I am in the middle of rewatching the 2003 version of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles during my summer break from college, this time with my father, who had only seen bits and pieces of it when I watched it as a child. We are currently on season four, which fans often refer to as the "post-traumatic stress disorder arc" for Leonardo, as it depicts his mental deterioration and increasing anger, even surpassing that of his notoriously hot-headed brother.
While doing the dishes, I asked my father what he thought of the arc so far. He simply said, "He seems angry." I agreed, replying, "Yeah, he's angry at himself." My father responded, "Yeah, but he's also angry at his brothers." This made me pause. I knew Leonardo had moments where he was upset with his brothers for not training enough or for goofing off, but I had not thought of him as being outright angry with them.
Then my father elaborated, "He's angry because they're not perfect, like he expects himself to be." This was a revelation for me. I had always interpreted this arc as Leonardo being angry at himself for not being good enough, but it makes a lot of sense that if he holds himself to such a high standard, he would hold his brothers to the same—and get frustrated and angry when they inevitably do not meet it.
I think a less explored aspect of this arc is that Leonardo is exhausted from carrying the burden alone and was trying to share it with his brothers. However, they do not carry it the same way he does, which does not make them lesser—it just makes them young and still wanting a life outside of crime fighting. Michelangelo captures this sentiment best in the same season when he says,”I think all of you should just lay off the poor guy. I mean, it can't be fun. Always being the responsible one, and we’re the ones who really benefit. Raph's free not to think cause Leo does all the thinking for him, Don's free to dream, And I'm free to take it easy, all cause Leonardo is busy being responsible enough for all of us.”
Anyway, at the ripe age of twenty-two and in graduate school, I find myself once again feeling melancholic over little green guys.
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Angst! I choose you! (That was cringe I'm sorry 😭)
Can I please request a Vox x Female Reader where Reader protected Vox from Valentino
(PS: Val killed Reader in the process)
And because of that Velvette has to take care of a Depressed Vox
A/N: My friend and I were going back and forth on ideas for this because we love angst. I hope you guys enjoy! A part 2 will be made for this because I love you guys
Word count: 1.6k (1,611) Warnings: ANGST, valentino being a FUCKER, descriptions of violence, death, there is no mention of y/n but it's f!reader
My Beloved [ Vox x F!Reader ]
Vox got into another argument with Valentino. Both overlords had anger issues so their arguments always end up becoming explosive with glassware being thrown around. You came in as soon as you got word of their fight. When you ran into his office, it was clear that it was about you again. Valentino shoved you out of his way, glaring at you, seething with anger. He slammed the door shut but you couldn’t care any less. You ran to your lover’s side and held his hand.
“Vox? What happened?” You frowned, seeing all the broken glass. “Are you hurt anywhere?”
“It’s…” He hesitated and planted a gentle kiss on your hand, “It’s nothing, baby. Don’t worry about it.”
“I’ll always worry, my beloved.” You held his hand close, “Is it about the shoot again?” He sighed and nodded.
“He came in here demanding I convince you to be in one of his movies. I told him no and well,” He gestured to the shattered glass that littered his office, “You see how well that fucking turned out. Fucking moth just won’t stop. I told him that there’s nothing he could ever offer for your body! He ju-” You gently tighten your grip on his hand, cutting him off. He looked at you and the worry in your eyes melted his anger away. “I’m sorry, baby. It just makes me so angry when fuckers like him think they have any right to a sweetheart like you.”
“I’m sorry I’m causing this much stress.” You said softly, “I’ll talk to him if you need me to!”
“No!” He said as his screen got brighter with his increased panic, “No, babe. It’s fine. I got it handled. I promise, okay?”
You knelt next to him, your head on his lap, “Okay. But if anything happens, I’ll always be here for you, my beloved.”
He smiled, gently caressing your head, “Of all the souls in Hell, I know that the most, my dear.”
Your relationship with Vox seemed to come out of nowhere to those that didn’t know the past he shared with you. Velvette was the first to learn about his life with you before he died. He confided in her. At first she just wanted tea on his life before Hell but it ended up with her showing genuine interest. He had been pining for you even after his death. He wanted so desperately to confess how much he loved you. You never left his mind in his final hours and when he found himself in Hell, his heart broke. He feared that he would never meet you again. This fear pushed him into trying to get into relationships with people that had the smallest of reminders of you. You were an angel to him, the gentlest soul he’d ever met. He was sure that you would go to Heaven but when he saw you aimlessly roaming the streets of Hell, he rushed to meet you. You didn’t recognize him at first glance but the moment you heard his voice, everything fell into place. He, honestly, didn’t understand how you ended up in Hell. You had to remind him that you ran his “business” with him. His love for you blinded him from your heinous crimes, almost erasing it from his memory just out of adoration for you. He got such a massive ego boost when he learned you went on a bit of a rampage after his death that led to your execution.
It wasn’t long after your arrival that the two of you entered a honeymoon phase, constantly out on dates and always being at each other’s sides. After months of flirting, teasing and a multitude of dates, Vox finally asked you out. He was bad at romance more than he’d like to admit. Without Velvette’s help, he was definitely going to change his mind. The way he asked you out made you think he was going to propose. He had petals scattered on the floor and held the sweetest flowers he could buy in Hell. He was a nervous wreck waiting for you to arrive at the location he sent. The sight of him standing disheveled in front of a giant “Will you be mine?” neon sign made you burst out into laughter. But you said yes nonetheless.
Days passed after the argument. You were walking up to Vox’s office and as you got close you heard yelling. It was Valentino starting another fight. You started to run as soon as you heard glass breaking. When you reach the doorway you see Valentino aim a glass cup at Vox.
You grabbed his arm to stop him and raised your voice. “Stop! Valentino, that's enough!”
Valentino got angrier at your attempt to stop him and he pushed you off of him, knocking you down to the ground. “Don’t fucking touch me, bitch. You’re lower than me, don’t forget that.” He hissed. Vox ran to your side and helped you up.
You scowled at him as you held your head high, “I don’t give a single shit who you are. You’re a little bitch baby that can’t take no for an answer.” You spat back.
“What the fuck did you call me?!” He yelled and began to step closer to you. Vox blocked him from getting any closer.
“Val. Fuck off. I said no and my decision isn’t going to change.”
You saw Valentino raise his hand to hit Vox. Without thinking, you pulled Vox out of the way. You barely dodged his swing, his claw scratching your cheek deep enough for it to draw blood. You growled at him and slapped him across the face. It shocked all three of you. Your confidence faded once Valentino opened his wings, his face shrouded in rage.
In the blink of an eye, he had you by the throat. You instinctively held onto his hands, trying to pry his tightening grip on your neck. His hold alone left bruises on your neck. Before Vox could reach him, Valentino flew through Vox’s balcony. He used your head to break through the glass door, making you scream from fear.
“Valentino! What are you doing?!” Vox yelled, running after him.
“Aw, what?” He teased, “You’re telling me you really give a fuck about this bitch?” He laughed, menacingly. You struggled against him and managed to get a glimpse of how high up you were. “You loved me too, remember? Before her.”
“Put her down, Valentino!” He screamed, glitching from both fear and anger. His pleas received laughter.
“You’re turning out so pathetic and soft, Vox.” He grins, blood dripping from the side of his mouth. “I’ll put her down, just for you~”
Your eyes widened at his tone and knew exactly what was coming. You looked at Vox with tears in your eyes. The fear in his eyes broke your heart. His hand reached out towards you as if he could reach you. THe only thing you could do was smile at him. He couldn’t get himself to smile back, he could only stare at you. This exchange only fueled Valentino’s rage.
“V-Vox.” You croaked out, your voice hoarse from Valentino’s grasp. “I love y-”
Before you could continue, you were suddenly pummeling towards the concrete below you.
“No!” Vox screamed at the top of his lungs.
You heard his cry for you. You heard Valentino’s cackle. As you got closer to the ground, you relaxed your body and shut your eyes, accepting what was about to happen. And then you no longer heard anything. You didn’t hear the way Vox screamed and cried. You didn’t hear the hums of electricity that came before his power outages. You died from Valentino’s rage.
All power was cut off in Pentagram City. He heard your last words. He knew what you wanted to say. After the time you shared together, you had never told him “I love you.” because of your personal past. He didn’t need to hear you say it, you both knew how much you love each other. He didn’t know that you were finally ready to tell him you love him. He didn’t know he helped you get over your past. And he’ll never get to hear you say you love him. He’ll never hear your sweet voice again. He’ll never get to make up the time he lost with you. The only time he’ll be able to hold you again was to collect you from the ground.
His heart was shattered. It was obvious to everyone around him. Vox never left his security room. He locked himself in there and drank his pain away. He played the videos he had of you, looked at your photos and longed for your smile. He’ll never hear your songs, your jokes, your laugh or see your smile. He was alone again.
The only person that managed to get into his security room was Velvette. She did her best to comfort him and get him to clean up. Everytime she went in there, the entire room would reek of alcohol and grief. As cold as her heart was, the sight of him crying at your photos and videos broke her. She grew close to you when you first came. Her first impression of you was from Vox’s lovestruck stories and meeting you was a different ride. She understood why Vox loved you the way he did. She never spoke of it but she cried with Vox when you died. She was enraged. The only thing that stopped her from killing Valentino herself was the grief.
None of the Vees spoke to Valentino for months and that pissed him off.
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BRO OMG I LOVE YOUR MAKEUP SEX WITH TOKIO HOTEL BUT CAN YOU PRETTY PLEASE WRITE THEM (SEPARATE) WITH A READER WHO IS RLLY FUCKING STUBBORN
TOKIO HOTEL W A STUBBORN S/O
no pacific pronouns can be seen as any gender
THANK FOR THIS REQUEST POOKIEEE IDK IF YOU WANTED SMUT OR FLUFF SO I DID SMUT. IF U WANT FLUFF PLS REQUEST AGAIN WHEN REQUESTS ARE OPEN😊
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BILL
I heard bill loves people are kinda challenging in the relationship, so he would definitely chuckle at your stubbornness.
He probably wouldn’t admit it but he definitely got turned on at least once by your stubbornness 😭.
Now if he had a bad day and you had something to complain about to him, trust you will be dealt with😭.
“Bill you said you would be home earlier than this. It’s almost fucking 3 are you out of your mind?!”
“Schatz I had a bad day today so I went to drink. I’m still in a bad mood please don’t argue with me right now.”
Of course you are stubborn you would keep pushing his buttons while following him upstairs, trying to prove your point.
“Bill are you serious right now?! You always fucking—“ Your words would be stopped by him pining you to the bed.
“I already fucking told you I had a bad day but no, you wanted to be a fucking brat and push my buttons like you always do.”
This man would pound tf out of you, he would bend you over and push your head into the pillow. You couldn’t even talk any when you would try he would tease you.
“What was that? Hm? I can’t hear you, speak up if you want something.”
Begging him to slow down? Nuh uh aint finna happen.
“Huh? You want me to slow down? Mm, you remember how you were acting like a little brat earlier? Mm, I think I shouldn’t even be fucking you right now, I should leave you to beg me to fuck you.”
TOM
Tom is kinda stubborn himself, he would literally be stubborn back 😭.
He would literally ignore you yelling at him and walk upstairs, pretending to not care and you would follow him while yelling.
“Tom don’t you fucking walk away from me, you do this every time we have a argument! You act like you can’t fucking listen for once, you always walk anyway!”
He’d literally snap at you💔.
“I walk away because your stubborn ass wanna do too much, I get tired and stressed too Y/N! Your not the only one.”
“Me stubborn? I’m being fucking stubborn for bringing up problems YOU caused? Are you fucking kidding me right now?!”
You guys would definitely be huge brats to each other. Stubborn and stubborn arguing isn’t the best, since you both get pretty loud when arguing.
“I’m done arguing with you meine liebe. Now please, leave me alone while I cool down.” He would try to reason out but you being you, you couldn’t let him walk away so easily.
You push at him until he pinned you on the bed, grabbing your chin with two fingers. You would be taken aback but secretly enjoy the lust in his eyes.
“Your such a brat you know? Always yapping about some shit. You should really learn to know your place.”
He would FUCK the stubbornness out of you, face down ass up. He would be a bit rough, pounding into you nonstop. You would beg him to slow down, but would he listen? Nope.
“T-Tom!! Slow down..!” You managed to let out but he ignored you and only increased his pace. You wiggled around making Tom grab your waist.
“No, this is what you get for being such a fucking stubborn person!” He slapped your ass while thrusting into you ruthlessly.
He would pretend to not hear you and purposely push deeper to make it seem like he didn’t hear you whining and begging for him to slow down.
GEORG
Now..
Georg will put you in your place‼️.
He will definitely be a little stubborn back but definitely would also let you have your way. And if you’d be super stubborn about something he will glare at you and you’d shut up.
Georg can handle your stubbornness, but if he’s in a bad mood expect to not get what you want‼️.
Let’s say one day georg came from a afterparty a little drunk, and Georg told you earlier he would come straight home and not go to the afterparty, so your stubbornness kicked in.
“Georg, I thought you said we weren’t gonna go to the afterparty?”
He would look at you a little zoned out but he would answer you. “I’m sorry love, the band wouldn’t listen to me when I said I was gonna go.” You would definitely get a bit heated, but you tried not to just lash out on him because he was tipsy.
“Then why didn’t you tell someone and leave when you got there? Georg it’s literally 4 in the morning. I was fucking worried! And you are out getting drunk like I’m not here??”
“Schatz, I got a little carried away okay? Right now it’s not the time to argue. It’s 4 and everyone in the neighborhood is probably asleep. Let’s talk in the morning.” Georg tried to reason but you weren’t having it.
You kept pushing his buttons but maintaining your voice so you would yell too loud for everyone to hear, while georg got some water to sober up.
Georg got tired of it and put his cup down angrily, his hands showing veins for how hard he was gripping the cup and pinned you onto the couch.
“You know, I always let to have your way, but you like to get carried away. Such a brat, I should punish you for how you’ve been acting towards me.”
He would go SO slow, he would make you beg for him to speed up. He would go slower if you tried to touch yourself or move your hips. He would grip your waist and tell you not to move.
“Such a brat, trying to please yourself? I shouldn’t even be fucking you, I should make you beg for me to pound the fuck out of you.”
He would tease you, and you’d finally give in🤭..he would definitely tease you about giving into him.
“Oh? What’s this? What happened to my bratty Y/N? I wouldn’t expect you to listen to me so easily. Shows how much of a slut you are.”
GUSTAV
Gustav is so sweet omg😭 he’ll give into your stubbornness, and you’d sometimes feel bad because he would always do whatever you say.
I have a feeling like he’s literally angry and rude to people when he’s tired especially after a long day with rehearsals so he would always go shower and sleep.
But one day you just didn’t want to put up with it and you lashed out on him. He didn’t expect it at all.
“Gustav? We need to talk.” You called out to him, sounding it a bit serious in which made him kinda nervous.
“Yes schatz?”
“I feel like we are drifting apart somehow. Like, it’s like you come home and shower, eat, and sleep. We barely talk.”
“I’m sorry love. I’m really tired, can we talk about this later?”
You were so angry. Like he js straight up ignored you trying to communicate with him after weeks.
“Gustav what the fuck? Are you seriously just gonna ignore me after fucking trying to COMMUNICATE with you??”
You’d yell at him while he walked to the room, not caring if the neighbors heard. He’d ignore you but you said something that just pissed him the fuck off.
“The fuck did you just say?” He’s turn around and you’d stop in your tracks. “You fucking heard me. Loud and clear.”
He’d grab you and throw you on the bed but not too hard.
To me Gustav is the type of guy to take out his anger on you in bed😉.
“Oh yeah? Let’s see if you can say that with my fucking cock inside of you, pounding you.”
Gustav is a soft dom, but he can be rough when he wants to🤭. He’d grab your hair while you take him from behind, whispering into your ear.
“You wanted this so bad huh? Look at your little hole taking my cock. It’s begging for more.”
He’d thrust into you faster every time you ask him to slow down, he’d slap your ass while you shake and cum on his cock.
Gustav would definitely go slow, making you beg and whine for more even when he was deep inside.
You’d cry out for him but he would ignore the fuck out of you.
“Gustav please! Go faster!”
“Hmm..nah…I wanna tease you more, see how long you’ll last hm? You think you can last for me? Hm?”
“Fuck, I know I said I was tired but you turned on something inside of me that I can’t turn off, liebe.”
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Since I can't draw tonight, here's a steddie prompt for you:
Steve runs away from home once he becomes eighteen because his home environment is absolutely toxic. It's all yelling, and spitting insults, and constantly hearing that he is such a disappointment, so he decides to hit the road and go some city away from everyone he knows and just start over. His trauma response to loud, aggressive spaces leads him to accept a job managing a school library.
And he finds out it is his dream job.
He sees all these teens studying, sharing glances, romances beginning, stress increasing as midterms come closer, annoyed faces, giggling girls gossiping, kids vandalizing his tables... And he feels an observant. A watcher.
And he imagines. He imagines their lives, the tall jock with the widest smile going soft for the sarcastic redhead. The quiet thing blossoming between tose two boys who give longing glances when the other is not looking. The oddest friendship between the meanest eleven year old he's ever met and the most cynical kid to ever set foot in that school. He sees and he imagines, but he's silent.
Because silence is a precious shield that protects his imagination. Silence will never hurt him.
His first real friendship begins in silence. This girl, Robin, passes him a note with a poor drawing of him falling asleep on his desk. It made him laugh. She laughed too. That was enough.
They play this game together in which they both exchanged the craziest theories they could think of about other people's lives.
That one is a Russian spy.
That one runs a secret lab.
That one has mind powers (okay, that was maybe too crazy).
That one is an former cop.
"That one is a rockstar," Robin said pointing an absurdly good looking guy that was checking out a couple of books.
"He does looks like one, though..."
Robin was going to reply when she noticed Steve's rosy cheeks. She just smiled. She noticed the guy looking briefly at them, and then he grinned.
"Metal is more my scene, but close enough," he said.
Shit.
The guy approached them and Robin, the traitor, bolted away. The guy, all dimples and soft hair lent Steve two books and his library card (Munson, Eddie), that he registered and gave back to him.
Steve tried hard not to be an awkward mess, he barely managed to.
"I do actually play in a band, uh, on Tuesdays," Eddie said. Steve looked at him with a twist in his stomach. "And today is Tuesday. So if you want to come, I would gladly buy you a drink."
Steve felt a lump in his throat, and looked down.
"Uh, I—I don't—"
"Oh, sorry, I just—"
"I don't do well with loud noises," Steve said quickly. "I'm sorry."
Eddie nodded.
"Good luck tonight," Steve said, not wanting to leave the conversation in a rejection. He pointed the book. "This one is really good."
"Have you read The Lord of the Rings?"
"Yeah," Steve smiled. "I've got time and silence here."
Eddie looked at him with something hidden in his pupils meant to be discovered by Steve.
Eddie left the library.
There were a few days and a lot of conversations with Robin about that Eddie guy. Steve let himself imagine again, about him. About Eddie. He fantasized a lot, ignoring deliberately the sting in his guts knowing that he blew up his chance.
Two weeks passed and Eddie was there to return the books again, with a small guitar case hanging in his back, and Steve tried his best not to look like a kicked puppy.
"I can do soft noises," Eddie said, out of the blue. It earned him a look from both Robin and Steve. "When do you, uh, have a break?"
"Right now," Robin chimed in, quickly. "He's having a break right now."
A few minutes later they were in the rooftop. They found a comfortable spot with the best views and Eddie took out an old and battered ukulele. Then he looked at Steve.
"I am not a silent person. I exist in noise, and busy environments, and awful high pitched laughs," he said with a smile. "I can't change that, but I can change the noise."
Eddie caressed the tiny guitar strings, and the sound sent goosebumps through all Steve's skin.
"I can change the noise for you," Eddie said, low and soft, and he started playing a song. "If you let me."
His first real love began with music.
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A Quiet Life
Pairing: Mina x reader
Synopsis: After some years of being together, some problems start to arise.
Warnings: The reader has abandonment issues, Mina is mean in the beginning, they love each other though. Dinking, curse words, motor accidents. They go camping.
w/c: 6003
a/n: It took so long to write this out since I didn’t really know how to do it? Idrk how to explain it but it was a bit harder than I expected. There’s more chapters coming so I hope you guys like it :)Also sorry if there are any grammar mistakes or misspelled words, English is not my first language.
Pt1- Pt2 - Pt3
Two years after you started dating you started to notice more and more Mina’s unhealthy commitment to her job. Of course you were amazed by her skill and how deeply connected she was to her job, but at a certain point it started to be something that had started to impact your relationship negatively. She would no longer stay at your now shared home, instead staying at her apartment even during her breaks, she would answer your texts with short “ok’s” and promises to call you later.
Now, you sat next to her, the beeping of the machine next to you starting to give you a headache. You hadn’t been able to sleep since you had got to the hospital after Sana had called you, saying that she had found Mina fainted in her apartment. After talking to the doctors, they told you that she was severely dehydrated, underfed and probably running on caffeine. It seemed that she had been intentionally sleep-deprived so that she could do a better job with her part in the upcoming movie.
“She is taking fluids, she will be okay.” The doctor briefly said in a comforting manner before leaving the room.
You sat right beside her bed, beating yourself up for not seeing the signs. The dodging calls, the short messages. You only thought it was due to increasing stress, you could’ve never guessed that it would’ve come to this. You were aware that Mina tended to overwork herself, but never to this extent.
“Hmm” you hear from besides you and see Mina slowly open her eyes, a lazy smile forming on her lips as she notices you besides her. “Hi baby” she slurs out. As soon as she opens her eyes, you’re on your feet and already calling for the nurse, just hoping for someone to come and see if Mina is actually fine. “Hey, I’m fine,” she laughs out with a slight rasp, as if your actions are too much.
“I just want to see if you’re actually fine.” You curtly say, not letting your worry lace itself into your voice.
“I’m totally fine, they’ll probably tell you that I’m good to go.” She tells you with a smile, trying to sit up, but wincing as she sees that she doesn’t really have the strength to do it properly.
“Don’t get up, you’re too weak for that.” You tell her sternly as you go to gently push her down so that she is laying down.
After the nurse had come and had reassured you that everything seemed to be alright for now, you were told that a doctor would come later on to explain what to do next.
The beeping of the machine is again the only noise in the room, as you can’t bring yourself to speak about what had happened.
“Sana probably overreacted. I’m totally fine.” Mina says, already going through her bag to get her phone, probably to go back to work as soon as possible.
“Give me that” You say, snatching the phone from her hands and putting it inside your pocket so that she wouldn’t be able to get her hands on it. “Do not say that Sana overreacted. You fainted. She found you on the floor, she was terrified.” You tell her as you pace around the room, already feeling agitated.
“It was not that bad…” She tries to say.
“Not that bad?! Mina!” You stop at her words. “The doctors said you were not eating, not drinking any water. It was something that had been going on for a while! What were you thinking!” You finally say, not even noticing you had raised your voice. “I was worried sick when I got here! Sana was frantic at the door, completely terrified for you, and you were so pale, you look sick.” You spit out.
“Oh yeah poor Sana.” She scoffs. “This is how it is. It’s what it is to work in the industry!” she lets out, letting her frustration come out as well.
“Don’t use that as an excuse. You have tendencies of overworking yourself. Everyone knows that. I just didn’t think it would get this bad.” You say, frustrated by her attitude, turning your back to her, not wanting to escalate the situation, knowing it wouldn’t be completely fair to her. You were just so worried about her.
“Well, it’s my job, it’s how it works whether you like it or not!” She exclaims, getting riled up. “I’m living my dream. I got here on my own, and I worked damn hard to get here.” She continues, forcing herself up to stress her point. “I feel sorry for you. You lost the opportunity of completing your dream. You got hurt and were put off, but guess what! We can’t all spend our days at the shop doing arts and crafts on old furniture or just picking up fruit.” She says rolling her eyes, finding your mini outburst almost ridiculous, mind still clouded with her want to go back to work. “I’m sorry your dream of becoming a famous player didn’t work out,” she continues, not showing signs of stopping. “But I have worked hard to get here, and I’m not going to let a failed hockey player turned arts and crafts kid dictate how I live my life.”
Every single word she spits out feel like a punch to the gut. You don’t even realize tear had fallen until you feel the salty water slip through your parted lips. “You didn’t sleep for days.” You sigh, closing your eyes, trying to not let her words cloud your judgement. “I hope you’re saying all of this because of this high you’re running on and not because these are thoughts you actually believe in.” You say, now looking her straight in the eye, clenching your fists, hurting your finger from pressing on the promise ring mina had given you on your 2nd year anniversary. “I’m worried about you, and I am asking you to please stop this.” You say, hurt still clear on your face from her previous hurtful words, as you get closer to her bed, taking her hand in yours.
“Leave then.” Mina says, almost snarling, anger clearly etched on her features as she rips her hand angrily from your gentle ones,
“Mina…” You say, voice cracking, your hand gaining a mind of its own as it tries to hold hers again.
“No! Leave. If I’m such a nuisance, if my work habits are too much for you, there’s the door.”
“I-.” You sigh, not finding strength to go on again. “Ok.” You get up, take the phone from your pocket and let it fall on her side, and her hand instead of going to yours, as it was still stubbornly waiting for hers, takes her phone quickly.
You can only look at her with something alike to disdain. The more you look at her, the more weight you feel on your right hand, the ring looking misplaced. With a final sigh, you take it off and gently place it on the table. As you leave her room, you quickly send a message to Sana to let her know that Mina had woken up and that you would leave for a little while.
Once inside your car, you couldn’t bring yourself to actually turn it on, keys still clenched in your hands. After finally gaining the courage to start the car, you start driving aimlessly and suddenly find yourself in front of Jihyo’s apartment complex. You get out of the car and fight yourself on whether you should ring her door or not, not feeling like you should bother her. As you internally fight yourself on that, you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.
“Yn hey, it’s fine” Jihyo says, after seeing you almost jump away from her when she touches you. “Did we have plans?”
“Uh no- I- I’m sorry no, I just-” You start, stumbling over your words, not knowing what to say exactly.
“Hey, it’s fine,” she quickly says, grabbing your shoulders, seeing your distressed state. “Let’s go upstairs, we can talk there, yeah?” she asks, guiding you to her flat.
After you finally tell her all about what had happened, you finally feel comfortable enough to let out a broken sigh, triggering your tears.
“I’m sure she didn’t mean it, but I-” you gasp in between. “I was so worried when Sana called. When I got there, she looked so pale, so unlike herself.” You say while trying to calm yourself, hastily trying to wipe off your tears.
“Look,” Jihyo starts, sighing, not knowing exactly what to say. “I’m calling Jeongyeon, see if she can get here. You’re sleeping here, I’m not letting you go back home in this state.” she says, getting up from the couch. “I’m getting you some clothes, you go take a shower because you reek of hospital.” she continues, trying to lighten up the mood with her final statement, successfully drawing a small smile from you.
As soon as you felt the warm water hit your skin, the tension from the fight started to dissolve, but you still couldn’t stop thinking about Mina’s words. Did she actually see you as a joke? As, as she put it, a child? You felt sick.
Once out of the shower and into Jihyo’s old clothes, you start going towards her kitchen and suddenly hear Jihyo discussing something over the phone.
“I don’t care if she’s worried sick! Do you know what she told Yn?” Jihyo angrily whispers, trying to speak as quietly as she can so that you would not hear it. “She was awful to her, and I understand that she’s in a vulnerable place, but she does not have the right to say that to Yn.”
“Hey, Jihyo called. I got food.” Jeongyeon says from behind you, startling you again.
“Gosh, you really didn’t have to,” You turn to her, half forgetting about Jihyo’s discussion. “You really didn’t have to come.”
“Of course I did, she understands.” She says, rolling her eyes playfully at your behaviour. “Come” she says, gently grabbing your arm, guiding you to a table.
As she makes a plate for you, after much resistance from you, you feel Jihyo come to sit next to you.
“Sana called.” she sighs. “Mina is worried about you.” she continues, attentive to your reaction, which turns out to only be a low hm, which shocks both your friends. Not wanting to bring you any kind of discomfort, they decide to leave it behind and just try and have an enjoyable dinner. Once you were done, you shooed them away so you could put the dishes away.
“I’ll go there tomorrow. Maybe she’ll have a clearer head.” You whisper, head comfortably laid on the oldest shoulder, as you three watch a passing movie on the TV.
“I have a free day tomorrow; I’ll drive you there.” Jihyo tells you, not leaving any room for discussion.
As soon as you hear their deep breaths and light snores signalling their sleeping state, you turn your phone back on. Once it’s up and running, you see all the messages sent to you, most of them being apologies from Mina. As you read them you debate if you should answer her, if you should give her the comfort of knowing that you’re ok and have read her messages. You decide not to.
❂
“We’re going to be there, if anything happens, we can just leave.” Jihyo says as you both walk the hospital corridors towards Mina’s room.
“I just have to talk to her, nothing is going to happen,” you tell them, laughing at their overprotective expressions.
When you see the door of her room, you feel all the confidence you had been building throughout the morning vanish instantly, and all the words said to you previously come rushing back as soon as you’re inside the room and eye to eye with Mina.
“Yn” Mina gasps out, immediately trying to get up from the bed.
“No, keep down, you still look weak.” You rush out to her side, not wanting her to get up so quickly.
“The doctors said I can go home today, I look worse than I actually am” she says with a little laugh, trying to get you to laugh as well but only receiving a nod from you.
“We’ll leave you to it.” Sana says, breaking the silence, dragging Jihyo with her.
“I’m staying here with Yn”
“They need to talk, let's go”
“I-” Mina starts after you were left alone. “I’m sorry.”
“Did you mean it?” You ask her, still not looking at her, choosing to stare out of the window instead.
“No!” she quickly says. “I- I don’t know why I said those things,” she continues with a pained expression. “I’m sorry, Yn, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Mina I-” you sigh, going to sit next to her, noticing her state of distress. “I’m sure you meant some of it-
“I didn’t!” she cuts you off, grabbing your hands, desperate to make you understand. "I don't think any of those things. Those are some of the parts of you that I love the most." She continues, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "The way you so carefully pick the fruit, the way you tend so caringly to your garden is just amazing to me, every time I go back home and see you do those things I feel filled with so much love for you, you don't understand..." She trails off. "I adore the way you, with your masterful hands, craft beautiful pieces for our and others home. I can't even look away when I see you so tenderly restore some pieces that were thrown away by others." She says, stressing her words by bringing your hands to her lips and gently placing small kisses on your knuckles.
“I don’t know why I said those things. I was stressed, I was anxious with all of it and I redirected that to you because I know deep down those are things about yourself that you sometimes doubt are even useful. I shouldn’t have done it, it’s no excuse.”
“I-” you start at a loss for words after her small confession. “Mina…” you say, looking at your intertwined hands. “I think I understand, but it still hurt.” you continue. “And I need you to try and take a break from all of it. I need you to rest.”
“You can’t just ask me that.” She frowns.
“Mina you-” you say, taking in a breath not wanting to get frustrated with her, knowing this is just how her mind has been wired for a while. “You were sent to the hospital. Can’t you see that you need a break?”
“Can’t you see that you’re asking me to take a break from something that I love? I just told you how good you are at doing things that you love, how can you ask me to stop doing the same?” she weakly asks, taking slowly her hand away from yours.
“The doctor said you were okay to go home, that you’re good to enough to leave the hospital, not to go back to work.” You try, as gently as possible. “You have to take a break, I’m not asking you to leave your work behind, I know that it’s what makes you, you. I’m just asking you to take a breath at home, regain your energy, maybe in the meantime you’ll understand that what you’re doing isn’t exactly healthy.”
“I’ll follow the doctors’ orders for now, we can work on the other part later, ok?” she asks, making you almost instantly give in, although you weren’t at all satisfied with the suggested compromise, thinking to yourself that you would just keep an eye on her and then start working on her overworking tendencies.
❂
Mina hadn't been able to see you in a while since she had been abroad filming her final scenes in an upcoming movie and the distance had taken a toll on both of you. She missed you, she missed her house. When she was finally done with filming her final scenes, she booked the ticket as soon as possible to go home to you.
As soon as she pulls up in the driveway, she is faced with something she had missed: you running around the garden chasing a very wet Otis with a hose in his mouth.
"You come here!" You say as you chase Otis around the backyard, trying to stop him from going inside.
"What is going on?" Mina asks, unable to contain her laughter, as she gets out of the car and runs to the porch, out of the war zone.
"I-" you stop for a minute to regain your breath. "Mina" you say smiling at her, starting to walk up to her and engulfing her in a hug. "I missed you" you whisper, voice muffled by her shoulder. “You should’ve told me you were coming back! I thought it was only by the end of the week!”
She laughs and hugs you just as tight, kissing your head. "I missed you too, just wanted to surprise you."
Suddenly you both hear a bark, making you quickly pull away to see what had happened, only to see Otis completely covered in mud.
"You know, that had to be replaced anyway..." Mina says laughing as she watches you chase around your dog.
"Didn't have to be replaced because of this" you say, out of breath, already with the hose in hand, looking down to your clothes now as dirty as him.
After finally being able to catch him and bringing him for a long bath, he has returned to his previous white fur and was sprawled on top of Mina as they watched the news, and you cooked dinner.
"Is he interested on the rise of the prices of housing in central Europe?" You ask, watching over both of them attentively.
"Oh yeah, he had plans of getting a house there and maybe settling down, but I guess he'll have to look elsewhere." She says, caressing behind Otis's ears.
"Oh yeah definitely, after the stunt he pulled today, he's going to have to compensate the damage with a week of his pay cheque"
"A week?!" She exclaims in mock offence, twisting her neck to be able to look at you. "He's such a hard worker, and you just take all of that from him?"
"Shouldn't have flooded the garden." You say shrugging.
"Oh bud, she doesn't deserve your love." Mina says pushing her face into his fur, kissing him to comfort him over his salary being reduced, making you laugh at the sight.
As you were dicing some of the vegetables you see Mina's hands sneak around your waist and feel her face behind pressed against your back.
"I missed this," she says, voice muffled. "You being a complete asshole to our son, watching you cook us dinner"
"You ass" you say laughing turning around in her arms after her comment. "I was not an asshole to Otis"
She only laughs, head slightly tilted, giving you her best smile. "Tomato, Tomato"
"There is no Tomato or Tomato in this situation" you chuckle, resting your head on her shoulder.
"Eh there is" she continues, not willing to 'let you win'. "What are your plans for tomorrow?" she finally asks, stepping a little away from you so that you can tend to the food.
"Hmm" you say as you move to look over the sizzling fish, still feeling her hand softly on your hip. "I was thinking we could stay in?" you suggest, to which she quickly agrees, eager to spend some quality time with you.
Once you're in bed waiting for Mina to join you after she finishes her night routine, you decide to read one last chapter. Since you were too engrossed into the book, you didn't even feel the bed dip beside you and Mina's presence until she adjusts your falling glasses.
"You need to get them adjusted," she whispers curling up next to your sitting frame, making you immediately drop the book and take off your glasses to join her.
"They're perfectly fine." You assure her, bringing her closer to you and nuzzling your face into her neck, feeling her hair tickling your face. Not feeling energized to answer, she only hums appreciating the warmth of your skin against hers.
❂
Mina took every opportunity to be with you, not taking any moment for granted, just wanting to be near you. Once you noticed she was spending more and more time with you, even at work (not that you were at all complaining) you eventually asked if she'd like to help in the shop. You had to admit that it was nice to have her around you almost all the time. The time she had spent abroad filming her movie had been hard on both of you.
After finally finding a day that worked for everyone, you all organized a camping outing between friends by the lake nearby. The difficult part wasn’t making time and finding free time in between schedules, the difficult time was Mina finding the courage to wake you up, so now there she laid you on top of her, head snuggled into the crock of her neck, letting out soft snores. Even though she had already been home for some time now, Mina still took a deep breath after she woke up every day. The little lavender accents that she had added when she moved in with you, your citrus fragrance lingering in the air, it was all everything she could ask for. After completely waking up, she noticed you were still asleep, and she couldn't bear to wake you up.
She gently moved you so that you wouldn't wake up and quietly went to the kitchen to prepare you both breakfast and everything to take for the picnic.
“I don’t think I like this new habit of yours where you just don’t wake me up and do everything yourself.” You slur out as you lazily walk into the kitchen straight towards her.
“You look too peaceful to wake up, I always hate doing that.”
You hum against her back before letting go, groaning as you stretch your arms out, exposing some of your skin as your shirt rides up.
“You know…” you hear from behind, feeling her hands already sneaking up your shirt, tickling your skin. “We can just say we caught the flu and stay in?” She says, kissing up your jaw.
“They’ll kill us.” You try, but not making any attempt to move away from her.
She only non-committally nods in response to your reasoning, leaning in to brush her lips against yours. “I’m sure we’ll be just fine”. She pulls you in by the waist, her hands creeping up your back as she finally leans in to kiss you.
As you’re getting busy, not even thinking about the outing that had been planned with your friends, your phone starts to ring.
“I’m killing whoever is calling you,” Mina whispers against your lips, hands secure on your waist, not wanting to let you go.
“I swear to everything holy, if you’re not ready to go I’m coming over and putting you inside the trunk of my car”
“I’ve always loved your good mornings, so supportive, so wholesome.” you say rolling your eyes as you pick up the phone, looking over to a questioning Mina on your side. “It’s Jihyo.” you whisper to her.
“I would be nice if you had a record of being on time you know?”
“I’m always on time!”
Since you seemed to be too occupied with the call and no longer focusing on her, Mina decided to finish packing the fruits before letting you know she would be going to get ready,
“We’ll be there on time, but you do realize it’s just a picnic, right?” you ask her, half amused, as you put the drinks inside the cooler.
“I’m well aware, I just wanted to make sure.”
“Sure, I’m still in my pjs but we’ll be there on time”
“You’re still on your-”
“Bye!” you say, cutting her off, happy with yourself for riling her up a little.
❂
“I told you to get those tightened,” Mina says as she watches your glasses slide off your face as you lean down to pick up the cooler. “Last week they almost fell into the dishwasher.”
“I know…” You say, adjusting said glasses. “I planned on going yesterday, but then I had to stay at the shop, so I didn’t really get a chance.”
“She could’ve just got them tightened when we went to pick them out, but she didn’t want to say anything.” Jihyo shrugs, coming up from behind you to help take off more of the food from the car.
“They were good at the time, they were not as loose, shut up.” You say, walking towards the pebbles near the lake.
“They were, you just avoid talking to other people when it comes to things like this, so now you have extra loose glasses,” Jeongyeon adds as she follows the two of you.
“I’ll go right after the weekend.” You groan, rolling your eyes playfully at their insistence.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, I’m older than you” Jihyo says, pinching your arm playfully
“By two months??” you exclaim, rubbing your arm
“Still older” she shrugs
After setting up the tents at the camping park, you take a walk down to the lake. Once you arrive, you are met with a beautiful body of water in yellow and greenish shades, surrounded by big trees with branches so big they were almost covering the sky. There were little frogs leaping through the little pebbles and fish swimming through the algae. You decide to sit up on the grass near the rocks, seeming like a good place to stay to enjoy the quiet.
“This deck will need fixing soon…” Jeongyeon says as she picks up a loose wooden part at the beginning of it. Her concerns fall on deaf hears as she sees you running past her with a very competitive Jihyo right behind you towards the water.
Mina had decided to just sit at the edge of it, happy to just watch you all swim around, it not being her favourite activity. She was satisfied with just watching you have fun. Her eyes were stuck on you when suddenly you decided to dive and didn’t come right up. As she goes to get up, worry already starting to spread to her, you come up for air, right next to where she stood, giving her a silly smile, making her heart melt and worry disappear.
"Thought I lost you there," she says, returning your smile, tracing little stars on your wet shoulders.
"Were you worried?” you ask laughing. “You know you can’t get rid of me that easily".
“I’m glad.” She says, looking down at you lovingly. If she weren’t in public with all your friends watching, she would’ve probably let herself fall into the water to kiss all over your face. Instead, you both just stayed there for a while, simply basking in each other’s presence, not seeing any need in getting out.
“Mina?” Sana called out. “Your agent is calling you!”
“On a Sunday of all days.” Mina grumbles as she gets up quickly, annoyed for having her quiet time interrupted.
You only chuckle, continuing to swim through the warm water.
“I thought she was on holiday?” Jihyo asks, swimming towards you, flicking water from her fingers to your face.
“Yup, must be something to do with the press tour? ‘m not sure though…”
After a while of mindless talking, Mina comes back with a small smile on her face.
“So?”
“I just have to go to the office next week, have some papers to sign because of a deal.” she happily says, sitting again on the deck.
“That’s really good!” You say as you swim towards her, kissing the hand dangling into the water. “If you want, I can drive you there.” You suggest, gaining the immediate approval of your friend.
“Yes, please, I have been trying to get her to come try the new ice rink that just opened up.” She says, shaking you by the shoulders.
“Why are you shaking me, you turd?” You say, shaking her hands away from you, spitting out the water you almost swallowed.
“ ‘Cuz I want you to come play with me” She retorts.
“Sana?” Mina calls. “Want to arrange a play date? These two want to hang out.”
“Aw yeah, of course, here’s my phone.” She says, handing her phone to Mina and getting in on the little joke. “Put your number in, and we’ll arrange it!”
They only laugh more when they see you both staring at them with no reaction.
“Do they think they’re funny?” Jihyo asks, looking at you, still with no expression on her face.
“I think they think they’re hilarious.”
After deciding that you were taking Mina to the agency and later going to play with Jihyo, you let yourself be swallowed by the water, still hearing Mina’s melodious laugh through the water surrounding you. Out of nowhere, a crashing sound is heard, right to your left, making you look right away. There is Mina, smiling at you with the thin sun rays illuminating her face, wiggling towards you to bring you closer to her. Once close enough, she softly plants her lips on yours in a brief kiss, before grabbing your hand and swimming up to get you both to the surface.
❂
“...no I don’t think you understand,” Jeongyeon laughs. “Those two during Halloween were just not the little saints everyone thought they were.” she continues as she points to you and Jihyo, both annoyed by her idea of sharing childhood stories.
“Whatever she says is going to be greatly exaggerated, just so you know.” Jihyo cuts in, as she prepares the meat.
“Agreed, what we did was perfectly reasonable”
“Anyway, during Halloween,” she continues, ignoring your objections. “Those two loved to dress up in the most elaborate costumes to get as much candy as possible. So, one year they devised a plan. They canvassed the houses in town to see where they handed most of the candy. A week before Halloween they arranged a little stand on the playground and lured kids in, saying they had a map of the best places to get candy. They told them that to get the map, they had to pay 1 dollar, and since a lot of kids thought this was a great idea, almost everyone gave them the money. Yn to rile them in even gave a speech about how people were starting to care less about actually giving out candy, that children no longer need that much sugar in their tiny bodies.” By that point, you get up and go to Jihyo’s side.
“Think Mina will ever let me near her nephew again?”
“I mean it’s not like we actually did something bad,” she says, and even if you’re not directly facing her, you know she has a big smile on her face.
“...turns out, that was a map of the health brigade parents, that at the time were just giving out fruit and stuff like trail mix. Those two went to all the right houses and since no kid had shown up all night, they got all the candy from these oh so innocent kind-hearted people. They were thrilled and ran home as soon as possible with all the candy they got their tiny hands on.” By then Mina has her head thrown back, laughing at your idiotic plans from when you were ten, and for once you thanked Jeongyeon for airing your stories out.
“I had to be their bodyguard for like a week since there were a lot of angry kids after them,” Jeongyeon says in between laughs. “They were lucky they had a friend in a higher grade to ‘protect’ them.” She proudly ends.
“You took 30 percent of our candies, you didn’t do it for free.” You grumble as you sit in your previous spot. “So please get out of your high horse.”
“Well,” she starts grinning at your annoyed face. “My services aren’t for free-”
“You also ratted us out to our parents,” Jihyo says cutting her off.
“You got grounded?” Mina asks, laughing at you both.
“I did, had to give out half of the candy to the other kids…” Jihyo complains, letting her head fall on Sana’s shoulder.
“My dad just took half my sweets, he said it wasn’t that bad of an idea, just poorly executed.” You shrug with a smile on your face.
“Yeah, you’re not going to be allowed to be alone with my nephew again, you’ll corrupt him.” Mina teasingly says.
The night goes on, and more stories are shared until Mina and Sana are saying their good nights and going to their tents, leaving you and your friends behind.
“It’s a shame Nayeon couldn’t come.” Jihyo says after a moment of silence, gaining hums of agreement.
“Yeah, but she couldn’t just fly in, she had the business trip planned for a while.”
“Speaking off…” Jihyo starts, wiggling her eyebrows at you. “Have you picked it up?”
“How was that even related?”
“I- uh yeah” you say, picking up your phone to show them a picture of it.
“Hm, you picked well.” Jeongyeon tells you, her hand squeezing your shoulder.
You could only smile at them, happy to have their support through all of this. From the moment you called them in a state akin to panic to this very moment. You couldn’t wait for the perfect moment to finally ask Mina.
❂
“Ok so, I’ll call you but I’m probably going to be done by 7, and we can grab dinner.” Mina offers through the window of your car.
“We’re probably done by 7-7:30? She said it was right by her house but it’s 30 minutes out.”
“I’ll wait at Sana’s then. The agency is not too far from her house, I can catch an Uber or something.”
Once you’re done with the little drills in the new rink, you wait for Jihyo to finish up hers.
“So, have you given it more thought? Do you know when you’ll be popping the question?” Jihyo says, skating to you after putting in some pucks.
“I’m not sure? She’s going on her press tour soon, so I think I’ll wait for a bit,” you say getting up to help her with her gear. “I have all the time in the world.” You add with a lovesick smile.
“You’re insufferable I hate it.” She says jokingly, taking off her helmet. “Help me carry these out, the kids didn’t storage them.” She points to the cones next to the wall.
Once out of the rink and ready to pick Mina up after a short shower, you’re both inside the car and Jihyo is deep in her feels, blasting “Casual” by Chappell Roan.
“You are in a stable relationship, why are you screaming like someone took your heart out and stomped on it?” you question laughing at her behavior.
“I just imagined a scenario so that I could sing it with passion, obviously” she simply answers, not caring about your teasing comment. “No way!” She suddenly says.
“What?” You quickly answer, alert to whatever danger she might me pointing out.
“Look over there,” she says, pointing at the tree you were about to pass. “There are owls here too!” she excitedly tells you.
You laugh at that but do take your eyes off the road for a second to look at them. If you hadn’t, you would have noticed that the driver didn’t see his stop sign and was heading straight to you.
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would've could've should've pt1
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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: Anonymous
Summary: A careless comment from Thor calls into question the stability of your relationship with Loki
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: 18+ | mature themes; the slightest bit of steam toward the beginning; angst; Tony and Thor having a very much "bro" type attitude and not in the good way; hinting at Reader's emotional baggage; the slightest mention of human experimentation [let me know if I missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: established but private/secret relationship; Reader's baggage will be explained further in part 2
There was something rather peaceful in the routine you and Loki had settled into when either of you came back from a mission. Decompressing the night before the debriefing care of Rogers that you took bets on how long this one would last. And whoever won would get to pick where to get takeout from on your next indoor date night.
Your last mission was particularly stressful, nearly losing a limb from triggering a booby trap while retrieving intel about potential human experimentation from a HYDRA base. The second Nat mentioned that little tidbit in passing while you were unpacking your equipment from the mission, the god left the common area, raiding the pantry for a selection of your favorite snacks, and queueing up one of your comfort movies.
The one about a woman that hit her head and found herself stranded in a romantic comedy only to realize that her best friend, the one that had been in front of her all this time, was her great love all along.
When you got to your apartment, Loki was already there with the movie ready to play on the screen, and he even went the extra step to open and plate the snacks on the coffee table in your living room for easier access. And the cherry on top of it all was that he brought over one of his sweaters for you to change into, something he'd been doing more and more ever since you mentioned how comfortable they were during one of your missions together where you'd shared a suite.
"You know, I'm pretty sure they're watching the same movie outside," you mentioned, speaking around the wafer stick you were munching on. "Nat just texted me that she has Netflix power considering how this mission got us stressed out to hell and back. Wanna just watch it outside with the rest of the guys?"
The god shook his head, pulling you closer to him. "If we join them outside, then I would be unable to do this." He tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "And this is my favorite part," he mumbled against your skin before proceeding to give you a series of kisses, increasing with passion in each one.
Suddenly whatever was happening in the movie didn't matter to you anymore, an army of butterflies fluttering near violently at your stomach as he wrapped his arm around you and maneuvered your positions until you were straddling him on the couch, your knees on either side of his hips. He kept his hand on your waist, holding you steady while his other hand buried itself in your hair before he licked into your mouth, letting out a decadent sounding moan when your tongues met.
He moved his hand to your lower back, changing your positions once again so that your back was flat on the couch, and he hovered over you and between your legs. You leaned into his touch, losing yourself in his attentions, until his hand moved upward, cupping your breast. That was when you broke the kiss.
"I'm sorry," he panted, immediately moving his hand away once he saw the frantic, panicked look in your eyes. "I got carried away--"
"No, sweetie, I'm sorry," you insisted, placing your hands on his shoulders, and pulling yourself up slightly to kiss him, trying to reassure your boyfriend he did nothing wrong. "It's just…I want to be ready, really, I do. And I know it's frustrating for you it's just that…every time we take a step in that direction something in me starts running and cowering in a corner, it's not fair to you that--"
"Please don't apologize, darling, you have nothing to be sorry for." He righted your positions on the couch, delicately stroking your hair and giving you a soft peck on your lips before he stood, offering you his hand. "I think we could both benefit from cooling off a bit. Would you like to join the others outside?"
Despite having offered it yourself just a few minutes earlier, your stomach dropped when the tables had turned, knowing that you'd put a stop to something that could have turned out completely mind-blowing and possibly even life changing. Only thing was, when you reached the peak of a relationship, that was it.
The only way forward was down.
"You go ahead," you told him, walking toward your bedroom. "I'll just change into my sweats first…so no one asks questions."
By some miracle, no one on the team had caught on yet that you two had started seeing each other and had been in a relationship for the better part of the year. And neither of you seemed to be itching to burst your little bubble of privacy quite yet, knowing that the second the team knew, Wanda and Nat would be down your throat with questions practically begging for every detail. And Thor would be doing much of the same for his brother.
At least that was the story you tried to tell yourself. It was better than what that little voice in your head tried to scream at you every time he didn't take the seat next to you. Or when he'd drop your hand and take a few steps back the second he heard someone rounding the corner.
Loki gave you a strained smile, starting to walk toward your front door. "I'll see you outside then." Before you could reach your bedroom, he called out to you. "I love you, little mortal."
You blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out, looking back at him with a contrived smile of your own. "I love you, too, Mischief."
A good few minutes passed before you exited your apartment, the movie paused on the TV and a rather lively discussion being had among your teammates. Something about Barnes' new girlfriend.
"Oh good you're here, jellybean, welcome to the circus," Tony greeted you, jutting his chin toward the empty seat next to Wanda. "Need your input on something."
Instead of taking the seat, you walked over to the bar to pour yourself a glass of wine. You had a feeling you were gonna need it. On your way there, you spotted Loki seated near his brother, giving you a minuscule smile and a tiny wave of his hand.
"Go ahead, I'm listening," you called out.
"Stark's trying to tell me the woman I'm seeing isn't all that interested in me because she doesn't want to spend the night," Bucky started. "Said she's just with me for the aesthetic of dating me, whatever backwards 21st Century nonsense that is. I'm trying to tell the rest of these horn dogs that maybe she's just not ready yet. Good things take time. Flowers need to blossom--"
"Sarge, don't ever say that line again, it's so cheesy you'll attract rats in here," you shot back, pointing your finger at the soldier before turning toward Stark. "That said though…I'm with Bucky on this one, Stark. Maybe she's just not ready yet I mean…not everyone's ready to drop trou and put out so easily, you know. How long have you been dating this girl anyways?" You turned back to Bucky as you asked the question.
"Three weeks? Give or take?"
"Dammit Stark, it's only been three weeks, give our boy some time." You made a show of facepalming before you picked up your glass, plopping down next to Wanda who immediately rested her head on your shoulder.
"They've been at this for the last ten minutes," she groaned. "Wake me when they put the movie back on." Meanwhile, you clocked Nat next to her, not so subtly massaging her temples in an attempt to calm herself down. You shared the feeling; this was such a common sense discussion it shouldn't have lasted thirty seconds.
"Well then perhaps you could provide some insight for another situation, Lady Y/N," Thor boomed from across the floor, swatting his brother's hand away when he tried to get the blond Asgardian to stop.
"Brother you really need not--"
"Nonsense. Lady Y/N seems knowledgeable on how timetables and relations between mortals work, perhaps she'll finally give the perspective I have been seeking."
Your boyfriend shot you a look, as if he was already embarrassed by what his brother was about to say, piquing your curiosity even more. "I'm all ears, Thunder. Ask away."
"My brother has been seeing a mortal woman for the better part of the last Midgardian year. My best estimate…eight moons," he began, your stomach once again dropping at the realization that he was about to ask your insight about…yourself. You gave him a motion to go on, placing your glass on the table to hide the way your hand had begun to shake. "And while it has been as you here on Midgard would say 'like pulling teeth' trying to get him to divulge any detail about her, something I have surmised is that she also seems unwilling to spend the night with him. Yet he claims they love each other."
"Yikes, tough break, Reindeer Games!" Tony winced. "My two cents? You're not just on the same boat with Barnes over here, you're the goddamn captain of the ship. Go on, jellybean, tell him."
"I-I…" you stuttered, your heart thundering in your chest from unwittingly having been placed on the proverbial hot seat. "Maybe she just…wants to be sure, you know? I mean…I don't know how y'all do it in Asgard but here, with some people, being intimate is…something m-more than physical."
You could see from where you sat that the raven-haired god's fingers were twitching, his leg bouncing as if he wanted to stand up and leave the room. You pretty much wanted out of this, too.
Thor waved off your explanation. "I completely disagree. That amount of time passed, I believe one should be sure lest she be wasting both of their time. Brother, much as I can tell you love this mortal, it is my expert opinion, which I believe will be backed by the men in this room, that your mortal woman does not love you. This is, as our genius friend Stark has stated earlier, all for the optics of having you at her arm."
It was getting impossible to breathe. How dare he say that about you right in your face like this? Thinking he knew everything there was to know about your relationship just because he was in one of his own?
"You know not the first thing about her, Brother," Loki hissed, speaking through his teeth as if he was readying himself to strike.
"I know enough," the blond Asgardian shot back dismissively. "You know I think the world of you, Brother, and after everything you've endured, you deserve every bit of happiness this universe will grant you." He clapped his hand on Loki's shoulder. "If this mortal shares not this sentiment, then perhaps your time is better spent elsewhere."
"He's right, Mischief," you choked out, your voice so small you were surprised it even traveled that far that it had everyone looking to you. "Maybe you are wasting your time with this one…you know, if she's making you wait so long." You stood up abruptly, making Wanda groan in protest when she nearly fell over to the spot you'd just vacated.
In what was probably your most poorly miscalculated decision for the night, you downed your wine in a single gulp, starting to walk back to your apartment.
"Hey where you going, jellybean, you just got here," Tony hollered from his seat. "Come on, I know talking about Frosty the Snowman's nonexistent sex life was a drag, how about we all drop it for now, I'll order some tacos and we can go back to grilling Manchie here."
"Or we could lay off either of us and grill someone else for a change?" Bucky groaned, throwing his human arm over his eyes as he turned his face to the ceiling.
"You know what, you are so right, let's talk about the big guy who has a lot to say about being the resident relationship expert." Stark turned to face Thor. "How is Lady Thunder lately? And how are you with the whole your old hammer chooses her over you thing?"
The conversation faded into a dulled roar in your ears as the wine begun to take what fleeting effect it would have on you, your pulse faintly thumping in your ears as you made your way back to your apartment.
You hadn't even been back two minutes before your door swung open again, the God of Mischief standing at your entryway looking a mix of concerned and distraught. "Darling, I completely apologize for my oaf of a brother, I had no idea he would--"
"It's okay, Loki," you cut him off, throwing your hands up as if to push away the conversation. "Maybe he's on to something, I mean you should be with someone who doesn't take forever and a day to be ready for something like this, maybe we should--"
In an instant, he stood inches away from you, placing his hands on your shoulders in a gentle but firm grasp. "Don't say another word, my love, please." He rubbed his hands up and down your arms in a soothing gesture; whether it was to soothe you or him was beyond you.
"You want more, I get that," you pressed on. "And I can't give that to you--"
"You are all that I want, precious mortal." He leaned in, pressing a desperate kiss to your lips before wrapping his arms around you. "I am already more than content that you've even granted me the honor to know who you are outside of our duties. This is all I need, to be able to love you as I have these past moons."
Tears began to fall from your eyes as your words weighed heavy on your tongue. "I'm sure there's someone out there more than willing to give you what I can't, it's selfish of me to keep you--"
"Stop, little mortal, I beg of you," he pleaded, repeatedly pressing his lips to your forehead. "Don't rid yourself of me like this. I don't care if there's someone else out there, they aren't you." He sat you both down back on the couch, cradling you against his chest as his hand rubbed up and down your back in soothing motions. "Please just try to put what my oaf of a brother said out of your mind. His opinion is entirely his own and it is one I do not share."
Your next question blurted out without much resistance. "Loki what if I never become ready? What if you really are wasting your time with me, you shouldn't--"
"Any time I spend with you, regardless of how it is spent, is never a waste," he whispered, stroking your face as he held your gaze. "If ever you decide to share that part of yourself with me, it will be an honor that I will cherish for the rest of my days, but I will never be the one to place pressure on you to move yourself at a pace you're uncomfortable with."
You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, prompting him to press a kiss to your temple when you sniffled from the tears you were trying and failing to hold back. "I do love you," you mumbled against him. "You know that, right?"
"Of course I do, my darling mortal." He pressed his cheek against yours, taking deep breaths to calm himself after the scare your words from earlier gave him. He wanted to punch his brother clean across the jaw for jeopardizing his happiness with his careless words, and the stabbing pain it put him through seeing how deeply that opinion had cut you.
He started moving toward your bedroom, carrying you in his arms bridal style. Mostly in refusal to let you go even for a fraction of a moment.
"What're you doing?" you mumbled, making a motion to move out of his arms.
"We're going to bed, darling. Just to sleep, nothing more, I swear."
"Hmph…" you shook your head, the motion making the tip of your nose nuzzle his neck in a slight tickling sensation. "Maybe…maybe you should stay at your place tonight." Your voice was so small, so unsure of what you'd just said. The god stopped in his tracks, his body going rigid and making you immediately regret your words.
"Do you want me to leave, dear heart?" he choked out, his heart at war with himself as it protested against him putting you back down on your feet.
"No," you admitted, lifting your head from his shoulder and showing him the tears that had begun to redden your eyes. "I want you to stay, I'll always want you to stay, I just don't…" Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, almost sounding like a hiccup. "I don't want you to be frustrated because of me--"
"I'm not," he reassured you, resting his forehead on yours. "Being with you like this is more than enough for me. I need you to know this, my darling."
He laid you down on your bed before his clothes changed into his own loungewear set with a wash of his green magic, settling under the covers next to you and pulling you into his arms.
"Promise me something, Mischief?"
"Anything."
"If…and when…the time comes that you get tired of waiting? And you want to be with someone else--"
"Little mortal, not another word." He tightened his hold on you, as if he couldn't hold you close enough. "Please, my love, let's just retire for the night."
"Just let me get this out," you insisted. "Let me say my piece and I'll never mention it again. Okay?"
He sighed, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Okay."
"If you want to be with someone else, just promise you'll tell me and leave me first? I don't wanna find out waking up one morning and seeing someone else with her arms around you and just waving it around for everyone to see." Your voice dwindled and wavered into barely a whisper, your arm tightening around his midsection, a part of you already refusing to give him up even if the day were to come.
"That will never happen," he told you. "Why would I ever wish to leave you?"
"Just--Just promise me anyway. Please?"
"Look at me, little mortal." He traced along your jaw with his finger, tilting your chin up so he could see your eyes. The sight of the genuine fear of that precise outcome reflected in your expression knocked nearly all of the air from the god's lungs. "On the remotest chance of that happening, I promise I will never do wrong by you. But I want nothing more than for you rest assured that I will never wish to be with another.
"Perhaps one day you'll believe it. But I will gladly spend my days proving my devotion to you. This…This I will gladly swear to you. On whatever semblance of a soul I have left." He brushed the tip of his nose against yours before pressing a tender kiss to the same spot. "I love you, my darling Y/N."
You finally settled in his embrace, resting your head on his chest as you began to let your breathing even out. "I love you, too, Loki."
Just the thought of history repeating itself one day had your blood going cold, feeling as if your very bones were shaking from the images your mind conjured of the inevitable day that Loki would leave you. Somewhere deep inside you knew it was ridiculous for you to even think that your boyfriend was anywhere even near capable of putting you through what he had all those years ago.
But that was the thing about fear. Sometimes it was rational, like jumping out of the Quinjet and having a passing scare that your parachute had a hole in it. And other times it was outright absurd. Like now. Thinking that in the morning after you first had sex, the god would have realized there wasn't anything worth spending more time with. That he'd have had his fill of you and now it was time to move on to better prospects.
It didn't help, either, that your overly cautious mind was yelling that the signs were all there. That it could tell you exactly where this was headed because of the dropped hands. The refusal to even sit near each other. The barely there acknowledgement when you were even in the same room together. Everything that had happened before with him…felt like a mirror image of what was happening now. With Loki.
And you didn't have it in you to tell him that his desire for privacy was slowly and quite surely crushing you.
A/N: Starting off another story from the request pile! This is going to have 3 parts, where both parts 1 and 2 will deliver on the more angsty part and part 3 will be the comfort/fluff. I know you asked for "90% angst", Anon, but hopefully 10k words worth of angst will do it…because part 2 is 6.5k words long 😳👀
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