#there is no escaping from the world the world is your home

[yeyinde]

18+ | heavy noncon. implied kidnapping. Simon is not a good person.

What was supposed to be a casual hike turns into a nightmare when you step on a bear trap and the massive, terrifying man who set it up comes to get his catch. And unfortunately for you, he isn't he a kind stranger.

In fact, he oozes nothing but a rotten, gangrenous malice as he stares down at your helpless form. Taking a wicked, depraved sort of delight when he tells you he doesn't really see the point in letting food go to waste after you plead and beg for him to help you, to let you go.

At least—

Not without some incentive.

It's a dog eat dog world out there, after all, he says with slow, lax roll of his thick shoulder; words much too casual, too nonchalant, for the thread of cruel, mocking venality needling through. But from the way he stares at the congealing blood splashing up over the curve of your bare thigh, you work out pretty quickly what exactly it is you can barter with.

He's already staring at you like you're a piece of meat, anyway. Might as well sate his hunger for the kind that keeps you alive for a little while longer. And then you'll escape because that's the deal. He gets to whet his appetite and you—

You get to go home.

(but you should know better than to trust wicked men—)

because it really is dog eat dog, don't you know? And even old, grizzled wardogs like himself start to crave something sweet. Something they can sink their teeth into, and fuckin' hell, aren't you just the sweetest little pup he's ever seen? 'nough to give rotten men the biggest sweet tooth.

And he knows a deal is deal and he always keeps his word, but it really is too bad that his truck won't start, he tells you later on, fingers prodding into the swollen skin of your ankle, pressing cruelly against shattered bone until you howl. Otherwise he'd definitely let you go.

("maybe tomorrow," he adds, staring down at the mess he made of you spilling over his old mattress—aching something awful—and nudging your knee out of the way as he slips back between your slick, sticky thighs. "might start workin' then, birdie. But—"

He cocks his head to the side, eyes glinting like a blade as he gazes at your raw, swollen cunt; fingers dipping to catch his pink-tinged cum as it leaks out of you. Wetting them before smearing it over the deep, red puncture marks he bit into the tender meat of your thigh. It stings. Burns. But you don't think anything could ever hurt as much as your ankle—physically, of course, because his next words, the cruel coo in them, seem to rip you down the centre:

"—you better start thinkin' 'bout 'ow you're gonna pay me back for lettin' you stay 'ere, birdie," the mean twist of his mauled mouth at your hitching sob belies the mocking pantomime of compassion he scratches into his tone. And when your sore legs fall open further for him, he can't stop the flash of amusement from frothing over the edge when he huffs out a patronising good girl, pup. Maybe we can train you after all—)

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the infamous aristrocrat serial killer has your family on his hit list. but it would seem that you are different. will you take his hand and run with him? so that he may love you darkly, slowly.

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Usually, the infamous ace of spades’ knives are always willing and ready to sink into the vulnerable flesh of his next political victims. You were no different, until you were. A precious dove to fly into his life, that he had thought a hawk at first sight, judging by the image of your family across the city.

The youngest son of a famous aristocrat. Whom Alessio had pursued with intent of seduction before death. Yet your heart was made of something more beautiful than gold. Nothing like your father’s. Each smile that graced your lips was a blessing to him, he’d been ashamed of targeting you.

One may wonder why he went for you first and not the man that brought you into this world. Well, the very reason for that is that your entire family were on his list of undertaking, and he decided to go one by one, random pick. And you so happened to be the one the wheel landed on.

Your name was quickly wiped from it, with the blood of your mother splattering the paper. The note he left on her desk wrote:

“Farewell, to the two-faced wench, who advocated hiking medicare prices.” The pencil scratched across her signature, then got stamped with the ace of spades in Alessio’s quick escape.

He’d taken you with him that night. Held your hand tight in his as you ran away from the burning estate. Perhaps it was the unhealthy amount of childhood discipline and reprimanding you had earned as you grew up. You did not really care for the deaths of your family. Your father beat you bloodied and bruised, and your mother tormented you at any possible moment she could.

Your siblings were none the better than them, growing into their toxic behaviour and mannerisms. You refused to let your soul sour the way theirs had. It wasn’t hard to tell right or wrong. It wasn’t hard to really understand what the man you were running away with was doing.

It was no secret, you should have been long gone by now. And you were announced so by the public after the burning of the cold place you called home. With no trace of the family found below the rubble.

Instead, you now occupied yourself with the people of the lower city, aiding the poor and funding your saviour’s organisation with all of the money you had inherited. How they got a hold of it, you weren’t so sure. You didn’t bother questioning.

You found yourself falling for the man that was your executioner turned saviour. A part of you questioned your own morality.

But what was morality when compared to his kisses? What was the meaning or black and white when his hands fixed to your waist and held you so tight against him? Right and wrong be damned. It felt all the same in his arms.

By night, you often found yourself in Alessio’s bed. The air getting knocked out of you when he fucked you from behind. His hand squeezing away at the base of your dick to pump ferally at it. His dick pounding your pretty ass open and eager for him.

“That’s it—” You gasp out in unison to the grunt in your ear, hole and walls fluttering around him. While his arms cage you against the dark bedsheets.

The sight of your bodies intermingled, dimly lit, with a sheen layer of sweat covering your skin, flutters your tumm, as a hand reaches down to direct your face upwards. Helping you watch what he’s doing to you.

“This pretty ass ‘s all mine— All fucking mine-” Rough hands split your legs apart and images of him begin to appear all around you, to touch you, praise you, kiss you.

His powers are incredible in bed. Your head gets loopy by the feel of one of his clones sucking down hard at your throbbing tip. You barely get to process that he yanks yet another orgasm out of you. Cum squirts out on his hand which he brings up to lick away at.

“My pretty little dove,” he groans from above you. Swarming your blissed out face with rough hands to cup your cheeks. His movements hardly halt. Long, hard strokes shake your trembling body.

This. This feels right. Him inside. Him on top of you. All over you. To hell with wrong. You’d take the grey if it meant his warm hands. His intoxicating lips.

“Please.” You quiver.

Alessio can all but grin. His pretty little aristocrat. Now all his.

“Say it again baby,” he hums. “Beg. It suits you far better.”

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[nayaesworld]

Made Men

Mafia!Terry Richmond x Black reader

Warnings: MDNI, Family trauma, mentions of murder, betrayal

A/N: Happy Lovers Day y’all…I hope y’all enjoy💕

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Summary: Focus on your studies, mind your manners, and stay away from that Richmond boy. Your aunt sang that same tune to you over and over again…but destiny had better plans. And In a world where most people experienced death long before love, how could you deny fate when it came wrapped in a 6’3 package with a crimson bow on top..made men made the underground world go round and yours just so happened to be a bit off its axis..

His very own Miss Universe. The epitome of black beauty and radiance, and he loved you. For all the things that were terribly wrong and fucked up in his life, you were that one right thing in his world that kept him grounded and humble. He loved you for all your weird quirks and interests, for all your loud laughs and giggles, and yet life was telling him yet again that he couldn’t have it all.

Why did the two of you deserve to pay for the past grievances of your families? Why did the two of you have to pay for something that y’all weren’t alive to experience? People were trying to keep her out of his reach, without knowing how far he’d go to get her. No limits. No fucks given for the lives he’d take so they had better stay out of his way. No more separation from her. He couldn’t live that way, couldn’t live without her.

She was worth the trouble, she was worth the risk.

Hands tapping lightly against the steering wheel of his 1969 Ford Mustang. Smoke billowing in the cabin of the car from his cigar. He had learned early on that patience was a virtue and honing it for the right moment made all the difference. He was watching and waiting for his cue, a signal from his baby. It was such a shame he had to even go to such lengths to bust her out of that prison they called her home. A sit down was what he was hoping for, a little chat of some sort to get down to the bottom of this bullshit. So much bull shit. Terry knew who he had to have it with and he played out how things might go in his head, but he’d take any chance if it meant peace with her.

A light switched on and off twice in the living room of the house. His signal..and a sign that things might not be going so smoothly inside for her. He blew out a stressed breath before he stepped out of his car, frustrations were running high but he tried to remain calm and let the bite from the wind chill his hot head. They were supposed to be on the road by now. Long gone and doused in the warm sun deep in Jamaica. A retreat..an escape from this life, and her Valentine’s Day gift. Yet here he was February 13th a day before…bulllshit. His long black leather trench coat blew in the wind as he advanced towards her childhood home.

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You

Things were bad again between you and your aunt. The packed bags and visible passport sent her into a fit of rage. Only this time you met her frenzied haze of nasty words and disappointment with your own anger. You were beyond fed up, her constant overprotective nature and disregard for your feelings was wearing you down.

“What? You thought I was gonna just let you run off with that boy…he’s no good?!”

“You never even tried to get to know him, you’re a fucking hypocrite, you’re ruining my damn life and you don’t even care!” Wet hot tears streamed from your face endlessly, your body running high on emotions and you were lightheaded from all the yelling.

“I know enough about his family that I shouldn’t have ever let you get close to him! You don’t know what you think you do and I’m sick of repeating myself.”

“Yet again you're speaking in a riddle like I’m some child..tell me the truth. If you care for me how you so often claim. Tell. Me. The. Truth.” Your fingers hit your palm after every word. Beyond fed up with your aunt's silly little rants, this was not going to be how you continued to live your life.

A heavy knock at the front door shut her mouth before she could lie again. The knock was loud and solid, but knowing who resided on the other side of it made your hammering heartbeat calm down enough for you to finally breathe.

Your protector.

Your calm in the loud world.

Your Terry.

You rushed to open the door, almost pulling it clean from its hinges in your rush to get there before your aunt. Leathered hands reached for you and pulled you into his embrace, the smooth cool leather not hiding the rapid thump of his heartbeat. He was angry too..and rightfully so.

“Are you ok..did anybody put their hands on you?” He fired off questions quickly and I shook my head no before he placed me behind him and stepped into the house.

“You’re not welcomed here..bold of you to show your goddamn face.”

“I’m welcomed wherever she is. Because unlike you I have her best interest..period.” You watched him reach down and set a timer on his wristwatch before he rolled his tense shoulders.

“Five minutes. That’s how long you get to tell your niece the truth, or I will. Tell her why you can’t bear to look me in my face…why you can’t tell her the truth after 25 fucking years of raising her.”

Vanessa; your aunt stared daggers at Terry. She reached into her purse and pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes and a lighter. A sign that she was getting overly irritated and anxious but you could care less. She owed you this and so much more. She pat the bottom of the pack before pulling one out and quickly lighting it.

“ I don’t owe her or you a motherfucking thing. And if you knew what was good for you, you’d watch your next words carefully.” Deflection. It was typical with her.

“Tick-Tock auntie, you do it or I will.” His usual smile ridden face was still and frozen in anger. A stark difference from the man you cracked jokes with.

“You damn Richmond men..always coming around taking what doesn’t belong to you. A bunch of no good ass niggas!” More riddles. More rage.

“Tell her how your obsessive and lustful behavior behind my uncle put her mother and father in harm's way. How you knew he actually wanted her but you didn’t mind playing the back field just as long as you were around him.” And there it was, the truth that for some reason I wasn’t owed. The reason my parents were murdered.

“Tell her! How even though you knew her mother had no interest in my uncle, you still planted those seeds into his head that got her parents murdered..you knew he couldn’t take her rejecting him and you sat back and watched this unfold anyways.”

Sobs escaped your mouth and threatened to choke me with their escape. The truth really did hurt and right not that pain was feeling more physical than mental. All that time without the truth..without your parents. Your child would never know this kind of pain and despair. You pulled the white mohair cardigan tightly around your little bump. You and Terry were going half on God's greatest gift to earth…something to live for and do better for. Your sole reason for wanting to get the hell away from this place. You had done your time here tenfold, it was time to get away and raise your baby with your fiancé.

“Go put your bags in the car baby..I’ll be right behind you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and handed your bags to you.

“Hmm so you just gonna choose that nigga over your own flesh, how are you any different from me neice?”

I rushed over to rearrange her face but Terry grabbed me and pulled me to him. My shaking hands were covered by his large ones and I let their warmth mingled in with his protective gaze soothe me.

“Remember what we’re fighting for, baby. She’s not worth it, you know that, it’s just me, you, and our future.” He bent down into a squat and pressed a kiss to my belly, whispering kind words and affirmations to it.

“That baby will have his last name… his DNA. That’s no family of mine. You leave this house,you're dead to me girl!”

“I’m counting on it.” And with that you grabbed Terry's car keys and slowly carried all your belongings outside. Freedom at last.

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Terry

“I haven’t heard from Terrell in a week, what did you do to him? I’ll have your body parts scattered from here to fucking South America..don’t test me boy!”

“My uncle is dead..and if you don’t want to meet the same fate as him I’d advise you to watch what you say next Vanessa. This is the bed you made, lay in it.”

“Terrell was a good man! He had his bad days, name a person that doesn’t…he loved me and you took him from me!” More deluded thoughts of “love” but what this really was was a sick obsession.

“My uncle was a sorry ass nigga. A scum that deserved to be wiped clean from this earth…behind her you gotta know I’ll get rid of anybody so please don’t be so surprised.”

Terry stepped into your room and headed to her walk-in closet where she had the rest of her valuables packed and tucked into a corner. He slung the duffel bags over his shoulder and grasped the photo album containing pictures of her and her parents before walking from the room. Vanessa sat in the recliner near the window watching Y/n settle into the passenger seat. Envy written across her face clear as day. She wanted what she couldn’t have, so she had planned to live vicariously through her niece. But those days were over.

“For what it's worth, she really did love you. Long before you broke her heart and crushed her dreams, you meant something to her once upon a time.” She squinted her eyes at him and walked over to stand toe to toe with him. Smoke from her cigarette blowing out of her pity and into his face.

“Get out of my house. And if you or her return to this city I won’t stop her uncles from going after either of you.”

Terry simply smirked to himself before walking away and out into the cold air. The constant purr of his car welcoming him back.

“Where will we go?” He stared into her pretty shining eyes, hands stroking her cheek.

“The time I had to spend away from you…I had something built for us, a haven. I promised you a home to raise our child in, someplace silent and serene. That place is ready love.”

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“Baby you have to secure her head first..I promise you won’t break her.” You laughed softly at the panicked look on Terry’s face as you slid your one month old daughter into his arms.

Peace and bliss had befallen you and Terry those last months of your pregnancy. As he promised he had you nestled away in the beautiful woods of Fairburn, Georgia. The 3,000 square foot lake house sat on the Chattahoochee River smack dead in the middle of two acres of land ; it had a wrap-around porch and had three bedrooms and bathrooms. Your pregnancy was safe and your baby was healthy because of it, the quiet air surrounding you was a safety net.

You found peace everywhere on the property. Sitting on the front porch sipping your favorite red wine,arranging a savory dinner on the marble island in your kitchen, splashing your feet into the river while your fire pit crackled beside you, or those sweet nights where you laid in bed curled into the hard ridges of your fiancés body. Now your favorite times were spent nursing your daughter Clark, and adjusting to and loving the everlasting changes of motherhood. The love between you and Terry grew constantly and sometimes you’d wonder how it was even possible to love someone with every fiber of your being…how you could love everything about him.

“That little eyebrow arch she does is all you, and she thinks it’s so funny…hi my little dumpling aren’t you just the funniest sweet thing.” Your squeaky baby voice had Terry chuckling as you moved away to prepare her bottle. You poured the cooled breast milk into a four ounce bottle before placing it inside a bottle warmer to be heated. You squirted a bit on your wrist to test its temperature before walking into the living room and handing it to Terry. You watched her as her little hungry coos filled the living room and her tiny hands reached up to pull in her father’s shirt.

You munched on oatmeal chocolate chip lactation cookies and stroked the fine hairs along his neck. “Thank you for rescuing me. All I had to do was mention my situation one time,you never questioned me,never hesitated, all you did was act. I’m blessed that Clark has you for a father, she won’t ever feel what I felt growing up.”

“You thank me? I did what a man was supposed to do love, you don’t see that light around you..that light that binds me to you. I’ve killed for you…and to keep this peace I’d do it again. Because there is no price too high to pay for what you give me, what you just gave me.” He racked down and pecked a kiss onto the baby’s head before pulling you in for a tender kiss.

“We’re raising our daughter together, she’ll always have us…always feel the love we have for her. She's gonna grow up here and never have to lift a finger. She’ll be beautiful and smart just like her mommy because that’s what we intend for her.”

“And so it will be darling…next on our list the wedding”

“You ready to become Mrs.Richmond and give me a bunch of babies?”

“I’ve been Mrs.Richmond since we were seventeen having baseball tournaments in the park.. I loved you then and I still do…and I’ll give you a hundred babies, pretty boy.”

“Mm you want me to lay Clark down so we can work on number two right now..I think she wants a sibling, look at that face.” He held her up and matched the cute pouty expression on her face.

“My baby said no such thing..but mommy does need some loving from daddy. Can you have her down in ten minutes?”

He put her in the crook of his arm and began rocking her slowly. “Make it five, and put that new lace set on…I wanna tear it off you.”

You took off running towards your shared room and slipped into the racy pink set. You sank into the plush bed giggling softly to yourself. Thank god for made men…

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[mariclerc]

Hi, I wanted to ask if you could write something with Charles Leclerc based on the song Sports Car by tate mcrae

thank you for this request darling!! I did my best trying to recreate the exact meaning and the essence of the song into the blurb, I hope you like it!!

Let's go ride | cl16

Warning: fluff, suggestive language, insecure reader, somewhat unprotected smut don't try this at home (+18). Based on "Sports car" by Tate McRae.

It's late at night in Monte Carlo, the streets are so quiet, illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights and the twinkling lights of the harbor. You and Charles are in his Ferrari, the cool night air rushing through your hair. You’ve been dating for a while now, feeling comfortable in each other’s presence, but still with a spark of excitement that keeps things fresh.

The Ferrari cruises slowly along the waterfront, the music is low, some chilled-out electronic beats. You lean back in your seat, watching the lights dance on the water.

You sighed contentedly. “It’s so beautiful here baby, thank you for bringing me out.”

He glanced at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. “My pleasure, amour. Sometimes it’s nice to escape the chaos of the fast paced world and just… breathe... Especially with you.” (love)

He reaches out and takes your hand, squeezing it gently and you squeezed it back.

You look around. “It's crazy, though, seeing all this wealth, all this luxury… it almost feels unreal.”

He chuckled softly. “Welcome to Monaco! It's a different world, yeah, it is. But you get used to it.”

“I don't think I ever will, to be honest. It's like something out of a movie.” you say softly and he smiled.

“Maybe it is... Our very own movie, starring you and me.” he wink at you.

He drives in silence for a few minutes, navigating the winding streets with practiced ease. You watch him, admiring the way his hands move on the wheel, the way his jawline catches the light.

“You make it look so easy.” you think aloud.

“What, driving?” he asked, confused.

“Everything... Racing, dealing with the pressure, living this crazy life… you handle it all with such grace.”

He scoffed playfully. “Grace? You should see me after a bad race. I'm not always so… composed.”

“I know, but even then, you’re still… you. That’s what I admire.” you smiled.

His voice soft. “Thank you, babe. It’s not always easy, living in the spotlight. But having you by my side… it makes it a little bit easier... A lot easier.”

He turns down a quiet side alley, away from the main traffic. He pulls over to the side of the road, killing the engine, the silence is broken only by the sound of the waves lapping against the shore.

“What are you doing?”

He turned to face you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I thought we could use a little… privacy, don't you think?”

He leans in and kisses you, a slow, tender kiss that lingers. You melt into him, your hands reaching up to cup his face.

You pulled away slightly, breathless. “Privacy, huh?”

He nodded. “Yeah, and maybe a little bit of… this.”

He kisses you again, this time more passionately, his hands sliding down to your waist. You moan softly, your body tingling with anticipation.

He pulled you closer. “You are so beautiful, stellina. Do you know that?” (little star)

You blushed. “Yeah, I know... You tell me that all the time.” you giggled.

He nods. “Good, because I'm going to keep telling you until you believe it.”

He pulls you onto his lap, straddling him. You gasp slightly, surprised by the sudden movement.

“Charles! What are you doing?” you laughed nervously.

He kisses your neck. “Making sure my baby is comfortable. Are you comfortable, darling?” you nodded.

He continues to kiss you, his hands exploring your body. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close.

After a few moments of passionate kissing, you pull back slightly, a daring and wild idea forming in your mind.

You look at him, your voice is a little husky. “Charles…?”

His voice low, filled with desire. “Yes, tesoro?” (darling)

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should say what you're thinking. But the heat of the moment, the thrill of being with him, overpowers your shyness. He has always made you feel confident, both physically and mentally, and when it comes to being intimate, well, you're a little bit shy... But you have a feeling that might change tonight.

You speak with a newfound boldness. “I want to ride you.” you say softly, but sure.

Charles freezes, his eyes widening in surprise. The air crackles with a sudden electricity. “Ri… ride me? Here? Now?” he says, stammering.

You nodded, your eyes locking with his. “Yes... Here... Now.”

He swallowed hard. “But… amore.” (love)

“Is that a no?” you asked teasingly.

He shakes his head, a slow smile spreading across his face. “No, is not a no... Just… unexpected. But definitely… intriguing.”

“Good, because I've been thinking about it all night.” you smile.

His voice dropping to a whisper. “And what exactly have you been thinking about, stellina?”

You leaned closer, whispering softly. “About how good it would feel… to be on top, to be in control.”

Charles shivers, his eyes darkening with desire. “My god, baby... You are going to be the death of me.” his voice hoarse.

“Maybe, but it will be a good death.” you smiled mischievously.

You lean in and kiss him again, a kiss that promises a night of passion and exploration... This time, the kiss is more demanding, more urgent. You want him, and you want him now.

He pulled away slightly, his breathing ragged. “Alright, amore, you want to be in control, huh? Then show me.”

He leans back in his seat, giving you the space to move and you straddle him more fully, your bodies pressing together and you can feel his arousal against you, a confirmation of his desire.

The small confines of the Ferrari feel suddenly intimate, charged with a palpable energy. The city lights outside seem to fade into a soft blur as your focus narrows to Charles, to the heat radiating from his body, to the promise in his eyes.

He watches you, a mixture of awe and anticipation on his face, as you reach down and begin to unbutton your jacket. Your movements are slow, deliberate, each button undone a small act of defiance against the night, against the quiet alley, against the expectations of the world outside.

“Piano, amore. There's no rush.” his voice's husky, almost a whisper. (slow, love)

You looked up at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “I know... But I want you.”

You shrug off your jacket, letting it fall to the floor of the car. You're now wearing a simple dress that clings to your curves, Charles' gaze intensifies, tracing the lines of your body with an almost tangible heat.

His voice thick with desire. “You are breathtaking.”

You blush, your confidence is growing, fueled by his admiration. You reach behind you, fumbling with the zipper of your dress.

“Can you help me with this, please?” you struggle slightly.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your bare skin as he carefully lowers the zipper and a shiver runs down your spine.

His voice soft against your ear. “Of course, it's always a pleasure.”

As the zipper reaches the bottom, the dress slips off your shoulders, pooling around your waist. You're now straddling him in your lingerie - a set you chose specifically for this occasion, something that makes you feel both sensual and empowered.

Charles' breath hitches in his throat. He reaches out, gently tracing the lace of your bra with his fingertips.

His voice reverent. “Exquisite, just like you.” he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. “May I…?” he whispered.

You nod, unable to speak, your heart pounding in your chest.

He gently unhooks the clasp of your bra, releasing your breasts. He gazes at them, his eyes filled with admiration.

“Perfect.” his voice husky and low.

He leans in and kisses one breast, then the other, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. You arch your back, moaning softly.

Now it's your turn and you reach out to him, your hands trembling slightly, and begin to unbutton his shirt. The fabric feels warm beneath your fingertips, infused with his scent. Charles closes his eyes, surrendering to your touch.

As you unbutton each button, you catch glimpses of his chest - the strong muscles, the faint scars that tell a story of a life lived on the edge. You trace the line of his jaw with your fingertips, then lean in and kiss his neck and he groans softly, his hands gripping your waist.

You finish unbuttoning his shirt and gently push it off his shoulders, his chest is now bare, exposed to your loving gaze. You run your hands across his skin, feeling the warmth, the strength, the life that pulses beneath.

“You are beautiful, Charles, so incredibly beautiful.” you whispered.

He opens his eyes, his gaze filled with love and gratitude. “And so are you, amore mio. So are you.” his voice soft, filled with emotion. (my love)

You reach down and unbuckle his belt, then slowly lower the zipper of his trousers. He sucks in a breath, his body tense with anticipation. You slide his trousers down his legs, revealing his boxer briefs, you pause, looking up at him, seeking his permission and he nodded, his eyes filled with desire.

You lower his boxer briefs, revealing his arousal. He is magnificent, powerful, and utterly vulnerable.

You reach out, gently cupping him in your hand. He groans, his body arching towards you.

His voice hoarse. “Oh, holy… fuck...”

You begin to caress him, your touch both gentle and firm, exploring every curve, every contour. He closes his eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, his body trembling with need.

After a few moments, you stop, looking up at him, your eyes filled with a challenge.

“What now, amore?” you asked him in a whisper.

He opens his eyes, his gaze burning with desire. “Now… you ride me.” his voice barely audible.

The moonlight catches the planes of his face, highlighting the desire that burns in his eyes. He's surrendered control, placing his pleasure, his trust, completely in your hands.

You straddle him fully, your thighs pressing against his, igniting a firestorm of sensations. The leather of the seat is cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Charles' body. You lean down, your breasts brushing against his chest, and whisper in his ear.

Your voice husky, filled with a newfound confidence. “Are you ready, baby?”

He groans softly, his hands gripping your waist. “More than ready.”

You lean back slightly, giving yourself a moment to take him in. His eyes are closed, his face contorted in a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability. You run your hands down his chest, feeling the hard muscles, the rapid pulse of his heart.

“Open your eyes, Charles. I want you to see me.” you whispered.

He obeys, his eyes meeting yours. They're dark, dilated with desire.

You begin to move, slowly at first, rocking your hips back and forth. The sensation is electrifying, the friction igniting a firestorm within you.

His voice strained. “Oh god… fuck...”

You increase the pace, your movements becoming more rhythmic, more demanding. You can feel him straining beneath you, his muscles tense, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Does that feel good, babe?” you whispered exhilarated.

He nods, unable to speak, his body arching towards you.

You continue to ride him, your movements becoming more frantic, more desperate.. You can feel yourself spiraling out of control, your body consumed by a tidal wave of pleasure.

“Oh, Charles…” you moaned.

He reaches up, his hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements, intensifying the pleasure. “Faster, amore. Faster…” his voice's ragged with pleasure.

You obey, your body moving in perfect sync with his. You can feel the pressure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you.

“I’m close, Charlie… so close…” you gasped.

He pulls you closer, his mouth finding yours in a desperate and heated kiss. His tongue plunges into your mouth, mirroring the rhythm of your bodies, intensifying the sensation.

And then, it hits you; a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washes over you, your body convulsing in a series of intense, shuddering orgasms. You cry out his name, your body trembling, your mind blank.

He groans, his body arching beneath you, his muscles tense and rigid. He reaches the same peak, his orgasm erupting within you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

You both collapse against each other, breathless and exhausted, your bodies slick with sweat. The small confines of the car feel suddenly too small to contain the intensity of your shared experience.

You lie there for a long moment, catching your breath, listening to the sound of your own racing heart. The silence is broken only by the soft moans and groans of satisfaction.

Finally, you pull back slightly, looking down at Charles. His eyes are closed, his face relaxed, a small smile playing on his plumped lips.

“Are you alright?” you whispered softly.

He opens his eyes, his gaze filled with love and admiration. “More than alright, chérie. More than alright.” his voice soft, filled with emotion. He reaches up, gently stroking your hair. “Thank you… for that.” he whispered. (honey)

You smile, your heart swelling with joy. “You liked it?” you asked teasingly.

He laughs softly.

“I loved it baby, you were… incredible.” his voice serious. Then he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you. “You know, I never thought I would enjoy being on the receiving end of that so much.” he whispered.

You laugh, pushing him playfully.

“Oh, really?” you say teasing.

His voice earnest. “Really, it was… liberating. To let go of control, to surrender to you.” he pulled you closer, holding you tight. “You have a power over me, amore. A power that I’ve never felt before.” he whispered.

You snuggle into his embrace, feeling safe and loved.

“And you have a power over me, Charles. A power that makes me want to be… daring, to be brave and get out of my comfort zone from time to time.” you whispered softly.

Suddenly you pause, considering your next words carefully.

“So... What now?” you whispered.

He smiles, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Now… we clean up. And then… we find somewhere a little more comfortable.” he whispered. “Perhaps, our bed, huh?” he says and you giggled.

“Now you speak my language!” you smiled and smuggled closer to him.

He made a heart on the fogged up car window and you just smiled at the sight, a late night escape route ended up being something completely different and all thanks to your restlessness and need to be more daring in the intimacy and, of course, thanks to him who gives you that impulse to do it.

[littlefireball]

ᴄꜱ|[ᴍ]|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ Qᴜɪᴄᴋ

ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀɴ x ᴡɪꜰᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ||ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴏᴛ|ʟᴏɴɢ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴏʀᴀʟ (ᴍ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ)|ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ꜱᴀɴ & ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ|ᴅᴏᴍ & ꜱᴜʙ (ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ, ꜱʟᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ)|ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴇ.ɢ. ᴅᴏʟʟ|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ|ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ|ᴘ*ꜱꜱʏ ꜱᴍᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ (ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5ᴋ

Summary: You were sprawled on the bed, watching your husband get ready for his meeting, and you just couldn't keep your hands to yourself. That's when San decided it was time to teach you a lesson.

San stood in front of a full-length mirror, clad only in pants, his chiseled chest on display as he meticulously prepared for the meeting ahead.

"Where'd you go?" You laid on the bed, your eyes drawn to his broad shoulders, imagining how satisfying it would be to dig your nails into them—

"I'm just putting on my shirt, sweetheart," he called out, pulling you from your thoughts. He caught your gaze in the mirror, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

"Doll, could you come over here and button up my shirt?" 

San asked, watching you eagerly hop off the bed. He chuckled at your eagerness, appreciating how quickly you responded to his request. He stood tall, his muscles subtly flexing as he waited.

"Hurry up though. I'll be late for the meeting." 

"Okok." You moved closer, your fingers quivering slightly as you helped him with the buttons.

"Thanks, doll" He said, feeling the familiar feeling of her hands on his chest. The suit hugged his muscular form perfectly, emphaszing every curve of his toned physique. 

San wrapped a tie around his neck, making sure it was just right before checking his clothes in the mirror. He walked over and pulled you close, giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be a bit late, darling. It's a business meeting with my father," he said, his tone vague and casual. "It's just something we have to take care of. Nothing to worry about, alright?"

"Alright, just be careful," You smiled and nodded, rising onto your tiptoes to gently press your lips against his in a tender kiss.

He was taken aback by the unexpected kiss, yet he felt a thrill of pleasure. A soft, primal sound escaped him as your lips met his. His hands found their way to your hips, drawing you nearer until you were flush against him.

With a bold movement, his tongue explored your mouth, asserting itself as he intensified the kiss. Another low moan slipped from him before he finally pulled away, gasping for air.

"Y-You're going to get me all worked up now love." he muttered, his hands gripping your hips tighter.

You smirked at the effect you had on him, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Let's go hm?" you teased, your fingers tracing a path along his jawline.

San groaned, his mind torn between the need to attend the meeting and the temptation to stay with you. "You're such a tease, you know that?" he murmured, burying his face in her neck and inhaling your scent.

"I could ditch the meeting and just stay here with you, doll." He pressed his lips against your neck, teasing the spot he had claimed the night before. A thrill coursed through you, igniting a cascade of shivers that danced along your spine. "But you know I can't do that, unfortunately."

"You know you have to go now or you'll be late," you gently reminded him, your grip on his hips firm but gentle.

"Why do you have to be right, doll…" San exhaled a frustrated breath, fighting the temptation to linger in his longing as he tightened his grip on your hip. His mind was a whirlwind, the way you held onto him pulling him away from his thoughts. All he could think about was wanting to stay home with you, rather than heading off to that damn meeting.

"Damn it."

You gently cradled his face, your thumbs softly gliding over his cheek. "I wait for you." 

He leaned into your hand, his expression relaxing. With his eyes gently closing, he savored the warmth of your soft touch against his skin. "You're too precious for this world." 

Despite his deep desire to remain by your side, San hesitated, pulling back just enough to plant a tender kiss on your forehead.

"I'll be back soon, okay? Just... try not to miss me too much, doll." He flashed a playful wink, attempting to maintain his composure, yet the longing in his eyes betrayed his true feelings about leaving.

So…as a  good wife, how can you not support your husband, right? A quick thought crosses your mind that you might regret later. Before clarity can settle in, your body instinctively reacts, lifting your knees just enough to press against his most sensitive area.

"W-" A rush of tingles spreads through him immediately. His eyes widened in surprise and his breath hitched. He let out a low guttural moan, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he placed a hand on top of her knee to stop her from moving it anymore.

"Love, are you trying to make me go crazy here?" He growled in a low voice, gripping your knee as he stared down at her with a gaze mix of hunger and annoyance.

You couldn't help but smirk at the effect you had on him, his reaction only fueling your playful banter. You let your knee pressed against his sensitive area just a bit harder before slowly pulling it away, relishing in the way he reacted.

"Maybe I'm just trying to keep you on your toes, darling," you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of mischief. "Can't have you getting too comfortable, can we?" You leaned in close, your breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Besides, it's fun to see how worked up I can make you."

"You're playing dirty Doll. And I'm supposed to go to a meeting with a hard on now. How am I possibly gonna control that huh?"

He muttered incoherently under his breath, feeling his patience wearing thin as her teasing touch continued. He knew she was relishing in his flustered state, and the thought made him even more agitated. He couldn't believe he was powerless against her allure, and the fact that he had to attend a meeting in such a... compromised state only served to irritate him further.

"Hm? That's not my fault" You let out a soft chuckle, your fingers teasing him through the thin fabric of his pants. He shot you a glare, clearly annoyed by your nonchalant attitude. He knew you were fully aware of the effect you had on him.

"Of course not," he responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Just your innocent ministrations, making me all worked up before I have to attend a very important business meeting. And I'm clearly the one to blame for how my body reacts to you."

He huffed out a scoff at your comment, knowing that you enjoyed seeing him struggle to maintain composure.

With a deep inhale, he grabbed your wrist, gently pulling your hand away from him.

"You tease," he grumbled through clenched teeth, his grip on her hand firm but not painful. "You know exactly what you're doing. And you know damn well that I can't do this right now."

"Make it quick?"

"Doll, this is a very important meeting. I can't just rush through it." He rolled his eyes and sighed, his voice wavering a bit as he tried to convince himself that he had to attend.  "Ugh fine… I'll try to be quick. But you better be here waiting for me when I get back darling."

"No...i mean..."

"Babe..."

He gave her a warning look, his eyes following her every move. 

She ignored his grumble and went ahead to unzip his pants, leaving his breathing hitching with anticipation. He tried to focus on his logical side, knowing that he had to attend the important meeting. But his body was screaming for something else...

"Doll... You're playing a dangerous game here..." He tried to sound stern, but his voice was betraying him, shaky with desire. 

But his words fell into deaf ears. Your hand reached up to the waistband, pulling it down along the curve of his legs. His semi-hard cock stood up beneath the fabric which did nothing to hide his erection.

He stared down at her, the anticipation and lust evident in his eyes. San felt his body tremble as your lips brushed against the sensitive tip. It was a soft, gentle touch, but it was enough to take his breath away, his knuckles white with the effect to keep control. 

"W-We really shouldn't be doing this. I have a meeting to be at in 15 minutes… I have to leave soon."

His protest died on his lips as you sucked a bit. Instead, he finds himself moaning, body betraying him. He grabbed the edge of the counter in front of him, trying to find something to ground him, but it's no use. His mind is already clouded with desire, all rational thought slipping away.

You placed your palms on his thighs, your touch warm and gentle, before slowly drifting upwards. Your fingertips tracing small circles against his flesh, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He could feel your breath against his skin, hot and tantalizing, as your lips moved along his length, your tongue darting out to taste him. 

"F-Fuck…we really really shouldn't be doing this…" San looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and helplessness, he knew there was no resisting this temptation. 

You continued your ministrations, your mouth moving with an ease and confidence that was mesmerizing. His hands found their way to your hair, fingers winding into the strands as he tried to keep himself grounded. Your movements were precise, practiced, as you took him deeper into your mouth. Each move was calculated, designed to bring him to the brink of ecstasy and keep him there, teetering on the edge. 

"God…d-damn…."

He let out a low groan, his breathing getting heavier as he stared at her with intense eyes. He struggled to keep himself in check, fighting the urge to reach out. Every part of him wanted to take charge, to forget about the meeting and just go for it. But he held back, desperately trying to hang on to the little bit of self-control he had left.

"P-Please… Doll I can't….ah… I can't take it…" He moaned, barely able to get the words out of his mouth. "I-I have to go to the meeting…."

You only let out a smirk, increasing the pressure and moving your head back and forth, taking him deep into your throat. Your mouth moved with a purpose, your tongue swirling around him, applying the perfect amount of pressure. He could feel your every movement, every shift of your mouth and tongue. 

"Please… you're killing me here." He gasped, his body shaking with all that bottled-up longing. It was a real battle to maintain control, and with every second that ticked by, he felt himself slipping further away.

"I-I gotta go to the meeting Doll… I…" He was barely able to form proper sentences, his brain completely overwhelmed and taken over by desire. He couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything except the sensations coursing through his body. His mind was consumed by the pleasure she was giving him, his body responding to her every touch as if it had a mind of it.

He couldn't hold back anymore.

"F-Fine… f-fuck the meeting…" He cursed, a guttural moan leaving his mouth as he finally lost all sense of control. San suddenly thrust forward, colliding your throat deep and hard. You couldn't help but moan as his hips moved against you, the rough gesture causing you to stumble back. You quickly steadied yourself, his grip never leaving you back in for more. 

He pulled you closer, guiding you to take more of him. He was no longer concerned with being gentlemanly, his actions rough and needy, desperate for more. You could feel the power in his actions, the way he was completely lost in the moment, and you couldn't get enough of it. It was a thrill, a rush, to be able to bring you two to the peak.

A shaky moan left your lips as his tip touched the depth of your throat, as a surge of agony and queasiness crashed over you, causing your stomach to twist and turn. Tears gathered at the edges of your eyes, while a dull ache spread through your mouth. You could only bear it in silence as he continued to push his length deeper and deeper.  Slowly, you found yourself slipping from control, and he took charge, tugging at your hair to guide your head back and forth.

San groaned as the rush of sensations finally took over, a wave of pleasure coursing through his body. He let out a shaky moan, his head tipping back as he lost control. He pushed you down, the roughness and force of his gesture taking you both by surprise, as he came, your mouth filling with his essence. It took a few moments for him to recover, his body shaking as he pulled you up to force you to look at him. His finger traced the outline of your lips, wiping away the pre-cum on it. 

"Spit it out" San's voice was rough and hoarse as he softly commanded. You looked at him for a moment, your mind still dazed by the intense emotions surging through you, before reluctantly obeying. You leaned forward, and with a slight nod, you let his release leave your mouth, spitting it out onto the floor.

"Look at how you are messing your dress." he smirked and you found yourself looking down, realizing that his release had covered half of your dress, it was sticking to your body. You could see the white, warm liquid staining your dress, the sight causing a heat to rise in your cheeks.

"You're mine, and I can't have you staining like this, can I?" he said, his tone possessive. "I have to punish you for it."

San looked at you with a possessive gleam in his eyes as he dropped his shirt to the ground, making quick work of his pants. He moved towards you, his body on full display, muscles prominent and abs defined.

"Get on the bed." he said, in a commanding tone. "You're mine and you're not leaving this room anytime soon."

You took a deep breath, a whirlwind of thrill and anxiety swirling within you at his words. An undeniable attraction pulled you closer, and before you knew it, you were following his lead, making your way to the bed. 

"Undress." He stood across from you, watching you intently as he issued the command. 

You could feel his gaze on your body as you slowly complied, your fingers trembling slightly as you began to unbutton your dress. He watched, his eyes never leaving you, his expression unreadable.

Without waiting, he suddenly pushed you down, making you gasp at surprise. San was on top of you in an instant, his weight pressing you into the mattress, leaving no room to escape.

"Tease me and toy me like that, huh?" His voice was low, a deep timbre that sent heat straight to your core. He leaned down, his body pressing even further into you, as he continued, "I won't let you get away with this so easily Doll." 

He guided his tip against your core, rubbing your entrance up and down and making sure his cum soaked your whole clit. A breathy moan left your lips as your body responded to his touch. The heat radiated from your core drove you insane.

"You're so soft," he whispered, his voice hoarse and laced with desire. "So wet for me. Don't you want more?"

"If you want more you have to ask nicely" He looked deep into your eyes and smiled. 

"Please," you whispered, the word leaving your lips softly, "I want more."

"Good girl... " he spoke in a raspy tone, he leaned forward, the heat between them growing more intense. "That's what Daddy likes to hear." His breath was hot on your skin as he leaned in closer. "You want me to make you feel good, don't you baby?"

"Yes…yes…please…"

"But who is the brat huh? Make me can't attend the meeting and have to punish the slut." His hand wraps around your throat, gripping you softly. "You're a naughty little brat, aren't you. Teasing me and making it harder for me to concentrate. Do you think punishments are fun? Is that why you act up like this?"

San leaned in a bit, his mouth just inches from your ear as he whispered, "I can't have you causing distractions like that, can I? Maybe you need a reminder of who's in charge here."

He tightened his grip on your neck, just tight enough to cut off your oxygen slightly, as he kissed along your jawline and onto your neck, his teeth grazing lightly against your skin. "I need to make sure you understand who you belong to, and what happens when you act out."

With a strangled groan, he snapped his hip and thrusted his length into your wetness, filling you full in sudden move. 

"Fuckkk!!San!!" Your scream was muffled as his grip suddenly tightening, he tried to hold back from just plunging into you right then and there. 

"Don't you dare be loud." He growled, his hand moving to cover your mouth. "And.Don't.Fucking.Move" He landed a smack playfully on your backside, a sharp crack sounding through the room.

"You need to be quiet, doll. If you don't, I'll have to find a way to keep you quiet."

After a few seconds that felt like a whole minute, and you still hadn't moved even a muscle, his grip loosened around your neck slightly but only to grip both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head.

His body pressed against yours, his hot breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. His words were lost in a low moan, and without warning, he started to move with a sudden force and intensity that took your breath away. Each thrust was deep and powerful, his body rocking against yours with a hunger that was impossible to ignore. 

Every muscle of his tense and taut, his movements rough and almost savage in their intensity. You could feel the power and force behind each stroke, making everything else in the world fade away except for him and what he brought to you. 

His grip on your wrists, along with how he was moving his lower body against yours, made you moan in desire and anticipation. His mouth was on your throat once more, his teeth grazing and biting at the sensitive skin there, leaving marks you knew would be there tomorrow but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Not right now, anyway. All that mattered was this moment, the way he was making you feel, and the intensity of the desire coursing through both of you.

Suddenly, San's phone rang because he was absent from the meeting. San cursed under his breath as the ringtone cut through the air, the sound of the phone ringing loud in your ears.

"Damn it…Keep quiet, doll" He reached for his phone on the bedside table. In the time it took him to answer, he shot you a glance, his expression a mix of irritation and desire.

You nodded and looked at him and picked up the phone. "Yeah?" 

You took the opportunity to gather yourself, trying to catch your breath and regain some composure. But it was difficult with him right there. He pushed himself forward, sinking into you slowly, inch by inch, a smirk tugging on his lips even if his tone was still brusque. 

"There's a serious traffic jam here. Sorry for informing you too late." he said into the phone, his voice betraying nothing of what was going on. You could feel the smirk on his face as he spoke, and it only made the heat between you grow. He was doing this on purpose, and you hated how much it turned you on.

Without a warning, he collided to your depth, hitting your sweet spot dead on. You were caught off-guard by the sudden and hard thrust, your head falling back and eyes closing. He smirked as your response to him, his tone still cool on the phone but his eyes locked on you. As if he did it on purpose, he repeated it one more time but it was harder and deeper. 

"Mmph…!!" Before a moan could let out, you immediately covered your mouth. His expression quickly changed as he realized that you had broken the rule he set.

"I'll be there" He hung up the phone, shifting his gaze on you. He moved closer, his body enveloping yours, his hand grabbing your chin and making you meet his gaze.

"I told you to be quiet, didn't I?" His tone was low, a dangerous edge to it. "But you didn't listen, did you?" He whispered, his hand moving up to your neck, his grip firm. "Now, Doll, you know what that means."

His fingers wrapped around your throat, not tight but just enough to remind you who was in control. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your skin. "You disobeyed me, broke the rule I set in place."

His hand came down hard, a sharp smack landing on your ass. It stung, but it also sent a jolt of pleasure through you. You let out a gasp, your eyes wide as you tried to wrap your head around the complex mix of emotions flooding through you. San was in complete control, and he was making sure you felt it, both physically and mentally.

"Do you understand?" He asked, his hand coming down again, harder this time. "Do you understand what you did?"

You moaned, unable to respond, your body shaking with need. 

"Use your words" He snapped, leaving a red mark on your skin. The tingling and hot sensations mixed together. "I ask you a question, brat."

"Yes…I should be quiet…but I broke the rule…" You whimpered. 

"Good." He smirked. "Now be a good girl and take your punishment." He whispered into your ear and you nodded obediently. "I'll be a good girl and take my punishment."

"Count."

"One…" You called out with your eyes closed, your body shaking with anticipation and excitement as his hand met your ass again. He could feel your body quivering, could listen to your voice mixing with lust. He loved seeing you so completely at his mercy. 

"Two…" You counted, the words slipping from your lips with a mixture of fear and desire. He smirked, his hand landing with a sharp thud. "Three." You gasped, the sting and the heat radiating through your body. It hurt, but it was a good hurt, a reminder of who was in charge.

"Four…Five…Six…Seven…Eight…Nine…" You were close to your breaking point, the line between punishment and pleasure so thin that you weren't sure which side you were on. 

"Ten..!!" You gasped out, the last one was the hardest one and you were feeling all over the place. "Thank you" 

He took a moment to take in the sight of you, your body red and marked by his hand, your eyes filled with something between pain and pleasure. He ran his fingers gently over the marks he left on your body, his touch both tender and possessive. 

"You took your punishment well," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I know you loved it." You know he's right, you did love it, loved being marked as his, loved being completely at his mercy. "Now are you going to be a good girl and listen to me?"

You nodded, your breathing ragged and your body still shaking slightly. "Yes, I'll be a good girl,"

"Good girl." He praised, his hand coming up to cup your chin, his touch gentle now. "Now let daddy take care of you." 

"Yes, please." 

He began to move, slowly at first, his movements measured and controlled. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through your body, making your toes curl. He captured your mouth in a kiss. It was deep and passionate, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as if he was claiming you all over again. Your hands instinctively moved to wrap around his neck, drawing him closer, your body arching against his.

The kiss deepened, your bodies melting together, becoming one entity. His touch was rough, yet tender, his hands roaming over your body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they went.

He broke the kiss, but his hand was already gripping your throat, his hold both possessive and gentle. He looked down at you, his eyes clouded with desire and need.

"Do you want this?" he whispered, his voice low and rough.

You couldn't find your words, so you nodded frantically, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The words were caught in your throat, but your body was screaming yes.

San smirked at your response, his grip on your throat tightening ever so slightly. "Good girl." He said, his voice a low growl. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

He moved with a steady and rhythmic pace, his grip on your throat keeping you in place, his other hand roaming over your body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Every nerve ending was ablaze, every inch of your skin was on fire, and you were losing yourself in the sensations he was giving you.

His name was a moan on your lips, a prayer and a curse all at once. Your body was his, his to do with as he pleased, and you loved it, loved the way he was making you feel, loved the way he was making you his own.

"San…please…I'm close…" 

"Not yet." His voice was a low growl, his grip on your throat tightening just a bit more, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. "I'm not done with you yet. Not even lose"

You whimpered, your body trembling with the effort to hold back, your hands clawing at his back, trying to find a way to express the overwhelming emotions coursing through you. It was too much, too intense, and you couldn't hold back much longer.

"Please…" you begged again, the need in you growing. "Please, I can't take it anymore." 

"Beg me" He demanded in a rough tone and his grip on your throat tighter, kept thrusting rough and deep. "Beg me to let you come." 

"Please let me come, San. I beg you"

"Good girl." He whispered, his voice a low rumble. "You beg so prettily."

""Please, San...I can't take it anymore."

He let out a low laugh, his grip on your throat completely letting go, his fingers now trailing down your body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "You're such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

You could only nod, your body arching into his touch, a low moan escaping your lips as his hand moved lower, slowly and teasingly.

"You're mine to do with as I please. Remember that."

"Yes, yes, I'm yours. I'm all yours."

"That's right." He growled, his grips on your hips tighter. "You belong to me and I'm going to give you what you need. You just have to be patient and listen to me." 

He switched to rougher, his touch becoming more demanding, more possessive. His hands moved from a slow, teasing pace to a fast, demanding one. His body moved against yours with more force, his grip on you tight and unyielding. 

His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your body, taking what he wanted, what he owned. Your body responded to his touch, arching into him, a moan escaping your lips as the sensations overwhelmed you.

"Come." He commanded. 

You were on the edge, your body trembling with need, your mind a mess of desire. Every nerve ending was ablaze with heat, every inch of your skin was on fire. His words were like a trigger, and you were ready to fall over the edge.

"Now." He added, his hand gripping your hip, his grip almost bruising in its intensity.

You were lost in the sensations, your body coiled so tightly, all it would take was one little push. "Please, San..." You managed to say, your voice a ragged moan.

"Do it." He whispered against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Let go. Come for me, my good girl."

His words were like a trigger, pushing you over the edge. Your body convulsed, a wave of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you shuddering and quivering in its wake. After you reached climax, a hot sensation followed by. His sticky, hot white seed poured out from the tip as the long throaty moan came out from his tongue. 

"What a sweet little thing you are," he murmured, his lips trailing lazily over your neck, his hand stroking your hair tenderly. "You did so well. My good girl."

You snuggled closer to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, your body still trembling in the aftermath of your release.

"I guess I have to go to the meeting now…fuck it" 

"ahh…Can you not go…? Just stay here, please?" You groaned, not wanting him to leave.

"I know, I know, you don't want me to go." San chuckled, his hand coming up to cup your chin, his grip gentle but firm. "But I'll be back soon. You'll be a good girl and wait for me, right?"

"Fine…" You nodded with a pout, your eyes wide and pleading. "That's my sweet girl." San leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. 

"I promise I won't be gone long. Just be patient with me, alright?" 

"Okay…" 

"Good girl…" He pressed his lips on yours again. "Because you know I still have many things I haven't done for you yet..." He whispered against your ear, nipping your earlobe slightly before he pulled out to grab his shirt and pants. 

As he finished getting dressed, he turned back to you, his eyes roving over your body, taking you in. "Darling, that's a promise and a swear." 

"I'll make sure I'll take you again and again…" He pecked at your forehand before he left. 

And of course, your husband never broke promise.

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Hi, hello!! Hope you are having a lovely day. Could you give me a Valentine's headcanon for Es megatron? ^^

Valentine’s Oneshot- Earthspark Megatron

Megatron x Reader

• Landing and transforming he slips into his hidden home far from Ghost’s prying eyes, and his optics immediately find the shape of you. Watching you sitting crosslegged on his berth, bent over a datapad, little sheets of paper all around you. Not even noticing his entrance as you reference the datapad and then make a note. “Still trying to learn Cybertronian glyphs?” And why does that make his spark warm. Liking that you’re interested in him. In his language and history. Head lifting, your frown eases into a genuine smile. “Dorothy told me today’s a holiday,” he adds. Carefully removing the things from subspace he’d had Dorothy get for him, he wishes he’d been able to pick them out himself.

• Watching him step up on the berth with you and mass shift, your breath catches as he offers you candy and flowers. That’s right. Today is Valentine’s Day. You’d forgotten all about it, lost most of your sense of time living with him here. The real world seeming more like a dream now. Megatron reality. Stomach fluttering, you take the gifts from him and he reaches to cup your cheek, servos gently brushing your hair from your face, his touch achingly intimate. “I don’t have anything for you,” you whisper, feeling guilty as he presses a kiss against the top of your head.

• “You’re more than enough, little one,” he says as your face reddens and your head ducks, toying with the petals of your flowers. Embarrassed and so skittish. What would you say if he just admitted that it’s killing him to recharge every night with your warmth draped against him. To be able to touch you and unable to just tell you what he wants because he doesn’t want to frighten you off. He’d sworn to be your shield. Shouldn’t expect or want anything more than to keep you safe.

• Never knowing what to say when he says stuff like that, you can’t meet his optics. Stuck in the awkwardness of liking him more than as a friend. Of having a crush on him. Those big, gentle hands and his growling brogue spreading warm through you. Every night going to sleep lying on him listening to the hum of his spark, feeling a big hand draped across you and realizing you’re a little more in love with him every time you close your eyes.

• You still won’t look at him and he curls an arm around you, content to hold you. To guard and care for you even though you don’t feel the same way about him. “Come, let’s share a meal,” he says, forcing a smile like your silence doesn’t hurt. Knows that some day you’ll want to go back. Be among your own and leave him behind. That he can’t keep you here with him forever. There was a time when he wouldn’t have let you escape him even if you’d begged. Keeps telling himself he’s not that mech anymore, but when he thinks of you asking to leave him, he’s not so sure.

[dksfml]

Love 119 [Part Four]

The Prequel

part of my paramedic!jungwon series. [part one][part two][part three]

pairing: jungwon x reader summary: the story of how you and jungwon met and fell in love at the most unexpected time and place. genre: countryside romance, strangers to lovers, slight angst, teasing, banter, and fluff (for the earlier parts: enemies at work, lovers at home. workplace romance, secret dating, suggestive, submissive jungwon) word count: 4.6k author's note: prequel to the paramedic jungwon series, but can be read first. shoutout to @tinycatharsis who gave me the idea to make a backstory for this series. i absolutely love writing this part, and all of it just makes sense. enjoy <3 playlist: pink skies - lany, every summertime - niki, orange flower - enhypen, mean it - lauv & lany.

The city had never felt like home.

It was where you spent years chasing deadlines, drowning in textbooks, and memorizing medical terms until they became second nature. It was where you learned to function on caffeine and minimal sleep, where your days blurred into a never-ending cycle of lectures, internships, and hospital rotations. It was where you succeeded but never truly lived.

So when graduation finally arrived, when you were handed that hard-earned diploma with your name written in elegant calligraphy, your first instinct wasn’t to celebrate. It was to escape.

You needed a pause before the next battle. The board exams loomed ahead, but for the first time in years, you had the freedom to breathe. And there was only one place that made sense—home.

Not the sleek apartment in the city. Not the sterile walls of a hospital. But the countryside, where your childhood memories lived.

Where the air smelled of fresh earth instead of smoke and gasoline. Where the horizon stretched endlessly, painted in hues of green and gold. Where the nights weren’t filled with sirens and car horns, but with the steady hum of crickets and the occasional bark of a distant dog.

It had been years since you’d last visited. Your relatives still lived there, cousins who once ran through the fields barefoot, now grown. You imagined their wide-eyed curiosity when they saw you again, the pride in their voices when they introduced you as the family’s doctor-to-be.

And so, with a suitcase packed and a heart yearning for something familiar, you left behind the city’s cold embrace and stepped onto a bus heading toward the place where it all began.

At that moment, you had no idea that this trip would change everything. That buried in the stillness of the countryside, amidst the swaying rice fields and the warmth of home, was a story waiting to unfold.

A story that began with a single glance across a field.

And a boy named Jungwon.

The bus ride stretched long and languid, the road unraveling before you in a winding path of asphalt and dust. The further you traveled, the more the city’s towering buildings shrank into the distance, replaced by rolling hills, scattered nipa huts, and endless fields bathed in the golden afternoon sun.

You leaned against the window, watching as the scenery shifted, the hum of the bus blending with the distant sounds of cicadas. There was something deeply nostalgic about it, how the trees bent with the wind, how farmers worked in synchronized rhythm, their straw hats bobbing as they harvested the rice that swayed like an ocean of gold.

It was a world untouched by the frantic pace of city life. Here, time stretched rather than sprinted, and people moved with purpose but without urgency.

It felt foreign now, yet painfully familiar.

As the bus pulled into the town’s small terminal, you took a deep breath. The air was thick with the scent of freshly harvested crops, warm earth, and a hint of smoke from a nearby food stall grilling skewers of meat. A few vendors called out to passing travelers, selling rice cakes wrapped in banana leaves, baskets of ripe mangoes, and homemade treats that reminded you of childhood afternoons spent sneaking bites before dinner.

Your cousin was already waiting for you.

“Y/N!” she called, waving excitedly from where she stood near a parked tricycle. Her face had changed over the years, the round cheeks of childhood now sharper, more mature. But her smile was the same. Bright, welcoming, and filled with the warmth of home.

You barely had time to react before she threw her arms around you, squeezing tight.

“It’s been so long! You look so—” She stepped back, giving you a once-over, eyes sparkling with mischief. “—so much like a city girl.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She smirked. “You’re gonna hate the heat. And the bugs.”

You already knew she was right. But you weren’t here for comfort. You were here to escape.

The ride back to your family’s house was bumpy, the dirt road uneven beneath the tricycle’s wheels. But the sight of home, your grandmother’s old wooden house, the wide fields stretching into the horizon, the laughter of children playing barefoot in the grass, was enough to make your chest tighten with something indescribable.

You had spent your entire life chasing after something bigger. A career, success, a future that was meant to shine. But sitting there, feeling the wind whip through your hair as the tricycle sped past familiar places, you realized that maybe the small things had always been the most precious.

The first few days passed in a blur of warm reunions and endless storytelling. Your little cousins clung to you, peppering you with questions about the city. They asked if the buildings really touched the sky, if the cars never stopped moving, if it was true that the air smelled different.

You answered them with a smile, but deep down, you envied their simple wonder.

One afternoon, your uncle invited you to the fields. “Just to see,” he said, but the knowing glint in his eyes told you otherwise.

That’s how you found yourself knee-deep in the rice paddies, the sun beating down mercilessly, sweat trickling down your spine as you attempted—poorly—to mimic the careful, practiced movements of the farmers. The mud squelched beneath your feet, and every time an insect buzzed past, you flinched. Your cousins laughed at your misery, their own hands swift and efficient as they gathered the stalks.

And then, you slipped.

It was embarrassing, really. One moment, you were standing, trying your best to pretend you belonged there, and the next, you were on the ground, hands sinking into the thick mud.

Laughter erupted around you, loud and unfiltered. You groaned, about to push yourself up when a shadow fell over you.

A hand appeared in your line of vision, fingers calloused, palm open.

“Need some help, city girl?”

You looked up, squinting against the sunlight.

That was the first time you saw him.

Jungwon.

His dark hair was slightly damp from sweat, his skin slightly tanned from days under the sun. There was an ease in the way he stood, as if he had done this his whole life, and maybe he had. His white shirt was loose, the sleeves rolled up, revealing toned arms that spoke of quiet strength. But what struck you most wasn’t his appearance.

It was the way he looked at you.

Amused. Curious. And just a little bit smug.

You frowned, ignoring his hand as you pushed yourself up, only to stumble again. This time, his hands caught you before you could fall, steadying you with surprising gentleness.

“Careful,” he said, voice tinged with laughter. “This isn’t the city. No smooth pavements here.”

You scowled. “I noticed.”

His lips quirked upward, eyes filled with something unreadable. “Yeah,” he mused. “I bet you did.”

And just like that, the first spark was lit.

You just didn’t know it yet.

You were still trying to shake off the mud from your hands when Jungwon chuckled.

“You sure you don’t need help?” he teased, crossing his arms.

You shot him a glare, brushing your palms against your pants in frustration. “I’m fine.”

Jungwon’s lips twitched as if suppressing a laugh. “Right. Totally looks like it.”

Your cousins were still snickering in the background, whispering to each other like schoolchildren watching a drama unfold. You sent them a warning glance, but that only made them giggle harder.

“Are you always this clumsy, or is it just the countryside that makes you weak?” Jungwon continued, his tone light but undeniably amused.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I don’t usually walk around in knee-deep mud, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Figured as much.” His gaze flickered to your clothes—your crisp white shirt now smeared with dirt, your once-pristine sneakers barely visible under the layers of mud. His smirk deepened. “You don’t exactly blend in here, city girl.”

You bristled at the nickname. “I have a name, you know.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

You hesitated for a split second. You weren’t sure why, but a part of you didn’t want to tell him, not yet. So instead, you crossed your arms and lifted your chin. “Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?”

Jungwon let out a short laugh, tilting his head. “Fair enough.” He extended his hand, though with all the mud, neither of you seemed eager to actually shake hands. “Jungwon.”

You nodded, pretending not to be impressed by his confidence. “I’ve seen you around.”

“Same,” he said, leaning slightly closer. “Hard not to notice when someone reacts to every little bug like they’re facing death itself.”

You gasped. “I do not!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Tell that to the grasshopper that made you shriek earlier.”

Your cousins burst into laughter again, and you groaned, throwing your head back in exasperation. “Unbelievable.”

Jungwon only grinned, clearly enjoying this way too much. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the big, scary insects.”

You rolled your eyes. “How noble of you.”

“I try.”

There was something infuriatingly charming about the way he spoke, his confidence laced with playfulness. You weren’t used to people talking to you like this, teasing, and completely unafraid to push your buttons. In the city, most people were either too polite or too intimidated by your background. But Jungwon? He wasn’t impressed.

And for some reason, that annoyed you.

“You work here?” you asked, trying to change the subject.

“For now,” he replied, kicking some loose dirt with the toe of his boot. “Helping out my family for the summer.”

You frowned. “You don’t usually live here?”

“Nope.” His expression didn’t change, but there was something unreadable in his tone. “I don’t stay in one place for long.”

That caught your attention. You studied him for a moment, trying to figure him out. He didn’t seem like someone who belonged in a quiet town like this. His sharp features, his composed demeanor there was a certain confidence about him, as if he had seen more of the world than this countryside could offer. He moved with an ease that felt practiced, as if he had long learned how to adapt to different places.

And yet, here he was.

“Don’t overthink it, city girl,” Jungwon said, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You’ll hurt your head.”

You scoffed. “What makes you think I’m overthinking?”

He simply shrugged, his eyes glinting. “Call it intuition.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, your uncle’s voice rang through the fields.

“Y/N! You done embarrassing yourself, or are you staying in the mud all day?”

Jungwon let out a low chuckle, and you sighed dramatically. “Great. My whole family’s against me now.”

Jungwon gave you one last teasing glance before turning to walk away. “Welcome to the countryside.”

As he disappeared into the fields, you couldn’t help but watch him for a moment longer than necessary. There was something about him, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

And somehow, you had the strange feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time he got on your nerves.

The following days followed a steady rhythm. Mornings were filled with the sounds of roosters crowing and the chatter of your relatives preparing for the day. Afternoons were slower, drenched in the golden warmth of the sun, where people found shade under the trees or cooled off with sweet, icy drinks. Evenings were lively, dinners filled with laughter, children running around barefoot, and the sky bursting with stars so bright they almost didn’t seem real.

And somewhere in between all that, is Jungwon.

You saw him more often than you expected.

At first, it was just in passing. Him walking by your cousin’s house to borrow tools, him unloading sacks of rice from a truck, him helping the elders repair fences or lifting baskets filled with freshly harvested crops. You told yourself it was just coincidence, but deep down, you were starting to notice him a little too much.

And unfortunately, he seemed to notice you too.

“You look miserable.”

You turned from where you were standing near the edge of the rice fields, arms crossed as you watched your cousins work. Jungwon stood beside you, hands in his pockets, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I’m not miserable,” you huffed. “I’m observing.”

“Observing what?”

You hesitated. “Just… how they work.”

Jungwon smirked. “You’re waiting for another chance to embarrass yourself, aren’t you?”

You scowled. “That was one time.”

“And yet, unforgettable.”

You sighed dramatically. “Are you always this annoying?”

“Only when it’s fun.”

You shot him a glare, but he only grinned. There was something frustrating about how effortlessly he could get under your skin. He was never cruel, never outright mocking. But he had a way of teasing you that made you feel like you were constantly playing a game you didn’t realize you signed up for.

Still, you weren’t about to let him have the upper hand.

“So, what do you do?” you asked, tilting your head. “Besides making my life difficult.”

Jungwon raised an eyebrow. “You mean here?”

“I mean in general.”

He hummed, as if considering whether or not he wanted to answer. “A little bit of everything.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s vague.”

“Maybe I like being vague.”

You scoffed. “That’s not fair. You ask me all these questions about my life, but you barely give me anything about yours.”

Jungwon shrugged, his lips curling up in amusement. “Maybe I just enjoy hearing you talk.”

That caught you off guard. For a split second, your brain short-circuited, unsure of whether he was messing with you or if there was something else hidden in his words. You opened your mouth to fire back, but before you could, he reached out and flicked a strand of your hair.

“You’ve got straw in your hair,” he said, smirking as he walked away. “City girl.”

You stood there, watching his retreating figure, heart pounding in a way you weren’t sure you liked.

Despite your best efforts, your interactions with Jungwon only increased.

He seemed to have a knack for appearing wherever you were. If you helped prepare meals in the kitchen, he’d conveniently show up to grab a drink. If you sat outside with your cousins, he’d stroll past, making some comment that sparked a new round of teasing from your family. If you took a walk through the fields in the late afternoon, he’d somehow always be nearby, throwing a casual, “Getting used to the bugs yet?” your way.

And then, there were the quieter moments.

One evening, you found yourself sitting on the wooden steps of your cousin’s house, sipping on a cup of cold coconut juice. The air was cooler now, the scent of the day’s labor fading into the crispness of the night.

Jungwon sat down beside you without a word, stretching his legs out in front of him. He rolled the drink in his hands before taking a slow sip. For once, he wasn’t teasing you.

“You like it here?” he asked after a while, his voice quieter than usual.

You glanced at him. “Yeah. It’s peaceful.”

He exhaled through his nose, tilting his head up to the night sky. “Too peaceful.”

You frowned. “Too peaceful?”

Jungwon tapped his fingers against the side of his cup. “I don’t know. I guess I like a little… action.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “What, you want car chases and explosions in the middle of the rice fields?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “Not exactly. Just… something unpredictable. Something fast. Something that makes your heart race.”

Your brows furrowed as you studied him. He didn’t seem like someone who belonged in a place like this, but this was the first time he actually admitted it.

“You get bored here, don’t you?” you asked, watching for his reaction.

Jungwon leaned back on his elbows, gaze fixed on the sky. “Let’s just say… I’m not used to staying still.”

Something about the way he said it made you pause. You wanted to ask more, why he was here in the first place, what kind of life he usually lived, but you hesitated.

Instead, you swirled your drink in your hands. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think I prefer the quiet.”

Jungwon smirked, turning to you. “Yeah, I can tell. You like your little slow mornings, your countryside sunsets, your cozy little routines.”

You rolled your eyes. “Is that a bad thing?”

He shook his head. “Nah. Just… different.”

Silence settled between you for a moment, not exactly awkward, but filled with something unspoken.

Then, Jungwon nudged your knee with his. “But I bet even you wouldn’t mind a little excitement sometimes.”

You scoffed. “Excitement like what?”

He tilted his head, considering. “Something thrilling. Like running through the rain, chasing something you’re not supposed to have, breaking a rule or two.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Sounds illegal.”

Jungwon grinned. “Depends.”

You shook your head, amused. “You’re something else, Jungwon.”

“I try.”

And for the first time, sitting there under the starry sky, you started to wonder what exactly it was he was running toward, or running from.

The night stretched on in silence, but your mind was restless. Jungwon’s words lingered in the air, as if they held more weight than he let on.

You glanced at him, his face partially illuminated by the glow of the lantern hanging near the doorway. He was staring straight ahead, the usual playfulness in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something quieter.

“You know,” you started, swirling the last bits of your drink, “you never really talk about yourself.”

Jungwon smirked, though it didn’t reach his eyes this time. “I thought you liked mysteries.”

You huffed. “I like solving them.”

He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Figures.”

A breeze rolled through, rustling the banana leaves nearby. You hugged your knees to your chest, trying to piece him together. He wasn’t from here, that much was obvious. He wasn’t like your cousins, who had spent their entire lives in the countryside. He moved differently, spoke differently, carried himself like he had seen things, lived through things that didn’t belong in a place like this.

And yet, here he was.

“Are you running from something?” you asked, the words leaving your lips before you could stop them.

Jungwon finally looked at you, his gaze unreadable. For a second, you thought he wasn’t going to answer.

Then, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “I wouldn’t say running.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Then what?”

He exhaled, watching the lantern light flicker. “Looking.”

“For what?”

Jungwon tapped his fingers against his knee, as if debating how much to say. Then, with a slight shrug, he murmured, “Something worth staying for.”

Something about the way he said it made your breath hitch.

You didn’t know why, but your heart beat a little faster at those words.

“You make it sound like nothing has ever been worth staying for,” you said quietly.

Jungwon didn’t respond right away. Instead, he leaned back, stretching his arms before giving you a small, lopsided grin, like he was trying to shake off whatever weight had settled on his shoulders.

“I guess I just haven’t found it yet,” he said.

You swallowed. There was something bittersweet about his tone. You wanted to press further, to ask what places he’d been, what he had seen, what had made him so restless. But something told you he wouldn’t answer, not tonight.

So instead, you forced a smirk and nudged his shoulder. “Well, good luck with that, wanderer.”

Jungwon chuckled. “Wanderer, huh?”

“You don’t stay in one place, you’re constantly looking for something… the name fits.”

He tilted his head, considering. “I guess that makes you the opposite, then.”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

Jungwon turned to you, the lantern’s warm glow reflecting in his dark eyes. “You want roots. Stability. A quiet life. You’re the kind of person who dreams of staying.”

You parted your lips, surprised at how easily he read you.

“…Yeah,” you admitted. “I do.”

Jungwon hummed, a knowing look in his eyes. “Guess that means we’re different, huh?”

You stared at him, your fingers tightening around your cup.

Different.

So why did it feel like, despite that difference, you were being pulled toward him anyway?

The stars twinkled above you, oblivious to the growing tension between the two of you. Somewhere in the distance, cicadas hummed, filling the silence.

You looked away first. “Yeah. We are.”

But for some reason, it didn’t feel like a bad thing.

The days blurred into each other, and before you knew it, your one-month stay was nearing its end.

You tried not to dwell on it too much. You busied yourself with your little cousins, indulging them with stories of the city and answering their endless questions. You helped out in the house, assisted in small village errands, and even tried your best to get used to working in the fields, though that part was still a disaster.

And then there was Jungwon.

Somehow, without meaning to, he had become a part of your everyday life. He was there in the mornings, showing up at your cousin’s house to borrow something, throwing a teasing remark your way. He was there in the afternoons, passing by while you played with the kids, making fun of your storytelling skills. And he was there in the evenings, sitting on the wooden steps with you, sharing drinks and small conversations under the stars.

But as the days passed, you couldn’t ignore the shift in the air. The teasing never stopped, but there were moments now—small, fleeting ones, where the playfulness softened, replaced by something else.

Like when he lingered just a little longer when handing you something.

Like when his gaze held yours for a second too long before he looked away.

Like when he stopped teasing you and instead just… listened.

It terrified you.

Because you knew this wouldn’t last.

One evening, as the sky burned with the last light of the sunset, you found yourself walking along the edge of the rice fields. The golden stalks swayed gently, whispering secrets to the wind. Jungwon was walking beside you, hands in his pockets, his usual easygoing expression in place.

“You’re quiet today,” he remarked.

You kicked at a stray pebble on the dirt path. “Just… thinking.”

“About?”

You hesitated. “Leaving.”

Jungwon didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he kept his gaze forward, his lips pressing into a firm line for a brief second before his usual smirk appeared.

“So, city life finally calling you back?” he said, his tone light, but there was something beneath it you couldn’t quite place.

You nodded. “I have to take my board exam. Then start working.”

“Right.”

Silence stretched between you, only broken by the distant croaking of frogs and the rustling of the fields.

You glanced at him. “You’re not saying anything annoying. That’s suspicious.”

Jungwon let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “What, you want me to tease you about leaving?”

You sighed. “No. I don’t know.”

A pause. Then, he tilted his head toward you. “Are you excited?”

You blinked at him. “About?”

“Going back. Getting away from this place.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Were you?

You had been, at the start. The first week here had been difficult, adjusting to the slower pace, dealing with the mud, getting teased for your city-girl habits. You missed the convenience of the city, the efficiency, the movement. But now…

You weren’t sure anymore.

“I should be,” you admitted. “I mean, this isn’t my life.”

Jungwon hummed. “Yeah.”

That was all he said. Yeah.

And for some reason, it made your chest tighten.

You frowned, suddenly frustrated. “You’re acting weird.”

Jungwon quirked a brow. “Am I?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled. “Maybe you’re just imagining things.”

You huffed. “That’s exactly something a weird person would say.”

Jungwon grinned, nudging your arm. “Fine. What do you want me to say? That I’ll miss you?”

Your breath hitched, but you forced a laugh. “Obviously. I’m the highlight of your summer.”

“Right, how could I forget?” he teased.

But his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Neither of you said it, but you both felt it.

This would end soon.

And neither of you knew what to do about it.

Your departure was only days away, and yet, the one thing you hadn’t expected happened.

Jungwon disappeared.

Jungwon was gone.

One day, he was there, teasing you, lingering in doorways, stealing glances when he thought you weren’t looking. And then suddenly, he wasn’t.

You didn’t notice it at first. You had been too preoccupied, too caught up in the last few days of your stay, making sure you spent enough time with your cousins before leaving. But then a whole day passed without seeing him. Then another. And another.

At first, you brushed it off. Maybe he was busy. Maybe his family needed him for something.

But then you asked.

And the answer sent an uncomfortable chill down your spine.

“He left,” one of your cousins told you, chewing absently on a piece of sugarcane. “Said he had something urgent to take care of.”

You stared at them, the words sinking in like stones in water. “Left? Where?”

They shrugged. “Dunno. Just packed up and went.”

Just like that. No warning. No explanation. No goodbye.

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “Figures.”

But it wasn’t funny. Not even a little.

You had spent the last month getting used to him—his teasing, his stupid smirks, the way he made you feel like he saw through you even when you didn’t want him to. You had spent weeks trying to figure him out, to understand the way he spoke in half-truths, always dodging real answers with a joke or a smirk.

And now, when you were finally starting to understand him, when you were finally starting to accept that maybe, just maybe, he had become a part of this place for you., he was gone.

Without a word.

You hated him for it.

It burned, hot and unforgiving in your chest.

Because you had told him. You had told him you were leaving soon, given him time to prepare, time to say something, anything.

But instead, he left first.

Coward.

You had never expected anything from Jungwon. At least, that’s what you told yourself. He had been nothing but a fleeting presence in your life, a summer memory that was never meant to last.

So why did it feel like a betrayal?

The worst part was, no one else seemed to care. Life in the countryside moved on, unaffected by his absence. Your cousins still played in the fields, your relatives still sat around after meals gossiping about the neighbors, the sun still rose and set like it always did.

But for you, something had shifted.

You left two days later, not bothering to ask about him again.

If Jungwon didn’t care enough to say goodbye, then neither did you.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

But the bitterness sat in your chest long after you boarded the bus back to the city.

And no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he had stolen something from you when he left, something you hadn’t even realized you were willing to give.

Months passed, but the feeling lingered—quiet, persistent, unshaken.

You told yourself it didn’t matter. That he didn’t matter.

But then, on your first day at work, stepping into the emergency department, the smell of antiseptic thick in the air, you looked up…

And there he was.

Jungwon.

Standing just a few feet away, sleeves rolled up, paramedic radio clipped to his belt, laughing at something a nurse said.

Your breath caught.

Of all the places in the world…

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hitman minjeong, who tries to kill you but falls in love with you instead ☆

cw: stalking, winter steals things from your apartment, murder obviously (not you tho!!), pretty big age gap (LEGAL), but she's creepy in regards to the age difference, she kinda stinks of alcohol and ciggies, non con (implied)

sorry reader but you kinda don't have any dialogue in this😔🫶 MEN AND MINORS DNI

summary: winter is shocked to find out that you are the daughter of a major drug supplier who she's been ordered to kill 10 years ago, a mission in which she was heavily injured. her resentment for you started to grow solely because of your connection to him, but fate seemed to have other plans for the two of you

Winter has never believed in fate.

She believes in precision. In cause and effect. In the cold steel of a blade pressed against skin, in the weight of a gun in her hand. Fate doesn’t pull the trigger. She does.

And yet, when she sees you for the first time, something in her wavers.

It’s supposed to be just another job. You are nothing more than a name on a contract, a target to be eliminated. But then, she sees your face. A face she’s never seen before, but one that still makes her blood run cold.

Because she knows your name. Not yours, but his. Your father.

The man who nearly killed her ten years ago.

Winter was around the age that you are now, back then. Still ruthless, still efficient, but not yet broken. The mission was clear: eliminate a powerful drug supplier who had made too many enemies. A clean kill, a quick escape. It should have been simple.

It wasn’t.

She underestimated him. His men. The way he had turned his home into a fortress, guarded like a king unwilling to lose his throne. The moment she pulled the trigger, chaos erupted. She barely made it out alive, a bullet tearing through her ribs, a knife slicing deep into her thigh. She remembers the pain, the smell of her own blood pooling around her, the way her vision blurred as she staggered into the night.

She survived, however. And he didn’t.

For years, she thought it was over. A chapter closed. But now—now, you exist.

The daughter of the man who left her on the brink of death.

She should hate you. And she does. At first.

She follows you like a phantom. Watches your every move. At first, it’s with resentment—cold, calculated, looking for an excuse to finish the job.

But then, she starts noticing the way you tilt your head when you read, how your lips part slightly when you’re deep in thought. The way you hum under your breath when you think no one’s listening. How you bite your lip when you’re nervous, completely unaware of how it makes her stomach tighten.

It’s infuriating.

She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t find herself lingering outside your apartment longer than necessary. She shouldn’t know what brand of perfume you wear just by the faint scent you leave behind.

She shouldn’t have memorized the exact shade of your eyes.

But she has.

She tells herself it’s part of the job. That knowing every detail about you makes it easier to predict your movements. That she’s only watching you so closely because she wants to find the right moment to strike.

And yet, when she sees you smile—when she watches you laugh so easily, so carefree—something inside her twists.

You shouldn’t be happy. Not when your existence is a reminder of everything she lost.

So why does she want you to be?

Her presence in your life becomes a ghostly, lingering thing. She touches the world around you without you ever realizing it. A door you swore you locked remains unlocked. The feeling of being watched when you’re alone at night. A familiar perfume in the air that you can never quite place.

She wants to stop. To regain control. But she doesn’t.

Because there’s something intoxicating about knowing things about you that no one else does.

That she’s the only one who knows how you like your coffee when you’re too tired to function. That she’s the only one who sees the way your fingers tremble slightly when you’re overwhelmed. That she’s memorized the exact moment you fall asleep each night, your breathing slow and steady, your lips slightly parted.That she knows where you are at all times.

She wants you.

And it terrifies her.

Because Winter has never wanted anything before. She has always been a blade, a weapon forged for one purpose.

But now, all she can think about is what it would feel like to run her fingers over your skin, to hear her name fall from your lips, to see your face twist in something other than fear.

And it consumes her.

She tells herself she’ll end it. That she’ll stop this madness before it’s too late, but when she watches you from across the street, hidden in the shadows, and you suddenly turn—eyes scanning the crowd, as if you felt her presence—

It’s too late though. She's already gone.

You wake to the feeling of something wrong.

At first, it's a faint discomfort, a heaviness in the air that doesn't belong. Your senses are still clouded by the fog of sleep, but something feels off. The subtle scent of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey lingers in the room, thick and pungent—clinging to the air like a shadow that refuses to fade. You inhale, and the acrid smell burns your nostrils, forcing you awake.

Then, you feel it—a presence, heavy and near. You freeze. Your eyes snap open.

Winter.

She’s sitting on the edge of your bed, her posture relaxed, but the intensity in her gaze is unmistakable. The dim light from the streetlamp outside filters in, illuminating her just enough to catch the glint of her eyes—sharp, cold, and calculating. Her fingers play idly with the hem of your blanket, but there's a clear, underlying tension in every movement.

But what hits you first is the smell.

The pungent stench of stale cigarettes mixed with the sharp, bitter sting of alcohol. It coats her skin, makes her presence even heavier in the air, as if she’s marked the space with her scent, claiming it as her own. It's a smell you’ve come to recognize with dread, like a warning.

"You sleep so deeply," she murmurs, her voice thick with something that almost sounds satisfied. It’s not the voice of someone trying to soothe you—it’s rough, edged with something raw and unrestrained, as if she's too far gone to care. The smell on her is strong, and it's impossible to ignore.

Her hand brushes over your arm, a touch that is far too familiar, far too bold. When you flinch, she laughs softly, the sound low and almost affectionate, though there's no warmth in it.

"I almost didn’t want to wake you," she continues, and her breath carries the sharp bite of alcohol. It’s a cold, heavy scent that lingers in the back of your throat, making it hard to breathe.

You try to shift, to move away, but her hand is already there, pressing you back into the mattress with ease, her fingers strong and unyielding.

"Shh," she whispers, her tone deceptively soft. The words should calm you, but they only make your heart race faster.

But her scent—the thick, choking mix of smoke and whiskey—fills your senses. It’s overwhelming. She smells like danger, like someone who’s been lost in the haze of something darker for far too long.

She leans in closer, her breath a cloud of stale alcohol brushing against your skin. Her lips hover just above your ear, close enough that you can feel the heat of her body, feel the way she’s pressing into you, dominating the space between you.

"I’ve been watching you," she murmurs, and her voice is gruff, edged with something almost tender, as if she’s savoring the words.

The smell is suffocating now—cloying and heavy, just like her presence. The longer she stays, the more you feel the pull of her, like you’re drowning in it.

Her fingers trace the curve of your jaw, slow and deliberate, like she’s committing you to memory.

"You’re so young," she says with a chuckle, the words thick with that bitter, intoxicating edge. "So naive."

She pauses, just long enough to watch you squirm beneath her, and her gaze never leaves you. It’s calculating, hungry, but there's something almost tender in the way she looks at you, as if she’s waiting for something to break.

She leans down further, the alcohol and cigarette smoke clinging to her like a second skin. Her lips graze the edge of your neck, the warmth of her breath mixing with the foul scent that’s now inescapable.

"You don’t even realize, do you?" she whispers, as if the question isn’t one of malice, but of longing, of something deeper.

The smell of her overwhelms you—stale, rotting—and it fills the space between you, thickening the air. Your heart pounds in your chest, but there’s no escape. The longer she stays, the more real it feels. The more she feels like she belongs.

[insidekatmind]

Morning~Hector Fort

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

You wake up slowly, wrapped in the warmth of the morning and an embrace that feels like home. Hector’s familiar scent surrounds you a mix of light aftershave and the sweet aroma of his skin. His strong arms hold you gently, as if even in his sleep, he wants to protect you from the whole world.

You slowly open your eyes, your face pressed against his chest, which rises and falls with the steady rhythm of his breathing. Outside, the morning light filters through the curtains, painting the room in golden hues. You shift slightly, and you feel his breath change.

“Hm, good morning, amor,” he murmurs, his voice husky and thick with sleep, pulling you a little closer.

A smile escapes your lips as you lift your gaze toward him. His light-colored eyes, still heavy with sleep, look at you with a tenderness that melts your heart. He runs a hand through your hair, tucking a few stray strands away from your face.

“You’re too beautiful when you wake up,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You laugh softly, hiding your face against his neck. “You always say the same things…”

“Because they’re true,” he replies with a quiet chuckle. Then, in a lazy yet loving gesture, he traces light circles on your back with his fingertips.

You stay like that for a while, in no hurry to leave this little world made just for the two of you. Outside, the city wakes up, but in that room, there’s only the sound of your hearts beating in sync, the warmth of his skin against yours, and the sweet taste of a love that grows stronger every single day.

You kiss his neck as you relax in his arms. Hector lets out a soft sigh at the feel of your lips on his skin, a sound that sends shivers down his spine. His arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer as he tilts his head, offering more of his neck for you to explore.

“I love it when you do that,” he murmurs, his voice filled with desire.

You continue to kiss and nibble at his neck, feeling the beat of his pulse against your lips. He responds with a quiet moan, his hands starting to roam over your body, caressing you with a possessive yet tender touch.Your every touch and kiss only ignites his desire more, making his heart beat faster. Hector turns, rolling on top of you, his body pressing against yours.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispers, his mouth close to your ear as he brushes his lips against your earlobe. His body is taut with tension, as he tries to hold back, not wanting to get too carried away but failing miserably.

His eyes meet yours, their color darkening with arousal. He kisses you, slowly, deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a possessive need. His hands roam over your body, as if he wants to touch every single inch of your skin, to claim you as his own.You hum happily and climb onto him, starting to rub yourself against his erection. Hector lets out a low, guttural sound at the feel of your body rubbing against his, his hands moving to your hips, helping to guide your movements.

“You’re going to drive me insane, cariño,” he breathes, his eyes dark with desire. His body is on fire, the need for you almost unbearable.

He pulls you closer, his hands roaming over your body, as he continues to kiss you with a passion that threatens to consume you both. His hips grind against yours, his erection pressing against your body in a way that makes you both moan in pleasure.Hector's breath hitches as you undress him, the feel of your hands on his skin making him shiver with pleasure. He lifts his hips, helping you to pull his pajamas and boxers off, his erection already hard and straining against his stomach. He gazes at you with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, filled with a combination of need and love. He pulls you closer, his hands grasping your hips and guiding you to him. His expression is taut with anticipation, his breath coming in short, quick bursts as he watches you.

“Cariño,” he breathes, his voice hoarse, “I need you now"Hector's breath hitches as you undress him, the feel of your hands on his skin making him shiver with pleasure. He lifts his hips, helping you to pull his pajamas and boxers off, his erection already hard and straining against his stomach. He gazes at you with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, filled with a combination of need and love. He pulls you closer, his hands grasping your hips and guiding you to him. His expression is taut with anticipation, his breath coming in short, quick bursts as he watches you.

“Cariño,” he breathes, his voice hoarse, “I need you now" he murmurs, pulling down your pajama pants and panties and then squeezing your ass.

You climbed back on top of him and let him enter you, making you both moan. You started riding him slowly while moaning. Hector’s breath hitches as you start to ride him slowly, his head rolled back against the pillow. He lets out a low moan, the sound deep and guttural, filled with a combination of pleasure and need. His hands move to your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin, guiding your movements, wanting to feel every inch of you. He gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his expression one of pure ecstasy, his body trembling with desire.

“You feel so good, cariño,” he breathes, his voice hoarse and gravelly with desire. He watches you move above him, his eyes darkening even more with pleasure, his grip on your hips firmer. He starts to move with you, his hips lifting to meet yours in a slow, rhythmic motion.

You moan loudly and ride him harder.Hector's eyes darken as you ride him harder, his breath coming in sharp gasps, his body tense with pleasure. He lets out a low, guttural moan, the sound deep and primal, expressing both his need and his satisfaction. His grip on your hips tightens even more, but even in his state of bliss, he holds back, not wanting to lose control yet, wanting to savor every moment. He looks up at you, his gaze locked on your face, his expression filled with a combination of desire and worship.

“Dios, cariño,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need, “you’re incredible." His hands move from your hips, roaming over your body, as if he can't touch you enough, as if he wants to memorize every curve and contour of your body. His fingers grip your thighs, his thumbs tracing circles on your skin, wanting to feel every part of you.

“Baby,” you moan softly, clinging to him. Hector's breath hitches at the sound of your soft moan, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. He pulls you closer, his arms encircling you, holding you tightly against him. “Mierda,” he whispers, his voice rough, “the way you say that word... it drives me insane."

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips kissing your skin, his hot breath against your ear making you shiver.

“I can't get enough of you,” he murmurs. “I'll never have enough of you..."His hands roam over your body, his touch both possessive and tender, as if he wants to claim you as his all over again. He kisses your jawline, your collarbone, his lips moving down toward your chest. He nips and sucks at your skin, leaving small red marks in his wake.

You moan and ride him harder. Hector's eyes darken even more as you ride him harder, his fingers digging into your skin, his body trembling with pleasure. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his head falling back against the pillow. He looks up at you, his expression filled with a combination of desire and need."Yes, cariño," he breathes, his voice ragged. "Just like that"His hips lift to meet yours, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. He tightens his grip on your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin, as if he's trying to hold on to you, to meld you into himself.

You cry with pleasure and try to increase his thrusts even more. Hector responds to your cries, increasing his thrusts, his movements growing more aggressive, more urgent. His body is taut with tension, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes fixed on your face, watching every expression, every reaction."I love to see you like this," he breathes, his voice rough. "So wild, so passionate"His hands move from your hips to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, pulling your face closer to his. He kisses you fiercely, his mouth claiming yours, his tongue invading your mouth.

His kisses are demanding, possessive, his mouth bruising yours, as if he wants to drown you in his desire, to engulf you in it, to consume you.“Cariño..” he murmurs, his lips leaving yours, traveling down your neck, leaving kisses and bites in his wake. “Tu cuerpo es mío, solo mio. Nadie más te tendrá como  yo”You groaned at his Spanish.

Hector's expression is filled with a mixture of lust and possessiveness as he hears the sound of your groan in response to his words. The use of his native language only intensifies the heady feeling he has for you, the way it makes you react to him."You love it when I speak Spanish, don't you, cariño?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire.

You nod as you ride him harder. Hector's eyes darken even more at your response, his voice guttural as he speaks. "Me encanta como me respondes, mi amor" he growls, his breath coming in sharp gasps, the sound of his own voice turning him on even more.

“Hmm Hector” you mutter, moaning as you grind against him. Hector's fingers dig even more into your skin, his body trembling with pleasure at the sound of his name and the way you're grinding against him. He lets out a low moan, his voice guttural and rough.

"Dios, cariño," he breathes, "eres mi perdicion"He grabs you by the back of the neck and pulls you closer, his mouth capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss.

“I'm coming” you moan riding harder. Hector lets out a low, guttural sound at your words, his body tense with desire, teetering on the edge of control. His hands grip your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps."Yes, cariño," he hisses, his voice low and rough, "let go for me"

You moan and come on him and your pussy squeezes his cock making him come. You cry out as you come, your body trembling with pleasure, your words driving him wild. Hector's body tenses beneath you.He closes his eyes in pleasure and opens his mouth moaning. "F-fuck."

The sound of his own voice mixed with your name as he comes is almost too much.

Hector's body trembles under you, his arms holding you tight as he rides out his orgasm. He lets out a loud, guttural moan, his mouth open, his eyes clenched shut. It takes him a moment to come down from the high, his breaths still ragged, his body glist of sweat and you almost moaned at the sight. Hector opens his eyes, his gaze fixed on you. There's a softness in his expression now, a combination of love and satisfaction. He reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender.“You’re so beautiful," he whispers, his voice slightly hoarse.

You smiled sweetly and leaned into his chest. Hector wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, holding you against his chest, his body still trembling slightly.He closes his eyes, savoring the moment, the feeling of you in his arms, the scent of your skin. He murmurs something in Spanish, so softly that you can’t quite make out the words, but the tone is unmistakably one of love and adoration.

His hand is still tracing small circles on your skin, as if he can't get enough of touching you, as if he needs every part of him to be connected to you. It feels like he’s trying to memorize every curve and contour of your body, trying to hold onto this moment, to make it last forever.“I love you,” he whispers against your hair, his words a soft, breathless confession. “You’re everything to me, cariño.”

Your heart skips a beat and you smile. “I love you too Hector,” you whispered softly.

Hector's arms tighten around you, pulling you closer to him, his body molding to fit perfectly with yours. He buries his face in your hair, taking a deep breath, as if inhaling your scent is the only thing that can ease the ache in his heart.“Sometimes," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, “I can hardly believe you're real. That you're here with me, loving me. It's a damn miracle."

He lets out a soft laugh, his breath warm against your skin. "I'm so damn lucky, you know?" he says, his hand tracing patterns on your back. "To have found you, to get to call you mine. It's like I've won the biggest prize in the world."

You kiss his lips softly. Hector returns your kiss, his lips soft and tender against yours. He pulls you even closer, his body pressing against yours, wanting to feel every inch of you. He murmurs your name against your lips, the sound a soft, gentle sound, filled with a mixture of love and affection.

He pulls back slightly, looking at you with soft, warm eyes, his expression almost reverent.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, cariño, “ he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity.

[k1ng-ej]

Hello~!!! Could you write a shadow x gn! reader fic of shadow taking reader out for valentines day? take your time, thank you!!

I believe in a thing called Love - Shadow x Reader

Note: thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy :) all other requests are in the works currently

You sighed with disappointment, fingers lightly thrumming along the armrest of the couch. The TV played a movie in the background, providing a comfortable atmosphere for you to get lost in your thoughts. Shadow promised you weeks ago that you two would do something nice for Valentine's day, you hadn't figured out what exactly, but you assumed he would come up with something. You didn't care if you stayed in, or went out, you just wanted to enjoy the company of your partner for the day. Shadow was often busy, but he tried his best to make every moment he was home a memorable one. You took a glance at the window, the sky had already begun to darken, splashes of pink and orange painting the previously blue canvas as the sun kissed the horizon. Doubt was creeping in despite how many times you told yourself Shadow never broke promises. He has made you many promises throughout your relationship, and he has not broken one, yet.

A white flash assaulted your retinas, you instinctively screwed your eyes shut until it was over. Shadow stood just in the entryway of the living room, his lips resting in a fine line and his brows naturally furrowed.

"Welcome home." You sighed, leaning your chin against your palm. Maybe he forgot what day it was, that made you disappointed. Shadow didn't seem like someone who forgets days that are important to you, he tries his best to be the perfect partner for you, despite him being very closed off. He is not good with words, but he makes up for it through actions. There has been instances in your relationship where you become frustrated with him because you cant quite understand what goes on through his head, and he doesn't tell you. In these moments Shadow will get quiet, approach you with a soft look in his eyes and tell you he's sorry, all while peppering kisses along your face. This is usually enough to make you forgive him.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Shadow begin to approach. You were expecting an excuse as to why he had been gone all day, followed up by an apology. His gloved hand outstretched toward you, beckoning you to take it. You looked up with a quirked brow to see a fond smile dancing across his lips. "I want to take you somewhere."

Slowly, you placed your hand in his, and he gave you a gentle yet firm squeeze as he pulled you up from the couch. Excitement bubbled in your chest, was he finally taking you out? You couldn't help the grin that stretched across your lips and the giggle that escaped you as Shadow swooped you into his arms, carrying you bridal style.

"Close your eyes, it's a surprise." His breath was warm against your ear, you could feel the vibrations from his chest as he spoke. You obliged, letting your eyes flutter shut.

"Is this my valentines surprise?"

"You'll see." You felt the soft sensation of his lips on your forehead for a split moment before it was gone, you yearned for more. Shadows grasp on you tightened before you heard him call out 'Chaos Control', behind your closed lids you could see the bright flash, and you clung onto him as the world around you began to warp and change.

The soft thud of Shadows feet planting on the ground broke the silence, next came the soft chirping of birds and a gentle cool breeze. You shivered, nuzzling into the warmth of your boyfriend, who chuckled at you. "Are we there yet?"

"Yes, you may open your eyes now." Shadow slowly set you onto your feet, keeping his hand on your lower back until you could balance yourself. You let your eyes peel open and take in your surroundings, a soft gasp escaping from your lips. In front of you was a small, but fancy diner you always dreamt of coming to. It emitted an intimate and elegant atmosphere with its dark colors, and warm overhead lighting. From outside of the glass entrance doors you could see empty two seater tables that had fancy white cloths draped over them. On top of the tables were menus, empty wine glasses and a lit candle in the middle. You stared in awe, mouth slightly agape before you spun to face shadow.

"You shouldn't have! I mean really, this place is so expensive and, gosh, this is for, like, anniversary dinners-"

"Price does not matter to me. You are always talking about this diner and how much you would love to eat here one day, that day is today. I'm sorry for being absent all day, it was much harder to rent out the place than I thought." He cut you off with a shake of his head, stepping forward and taking your hand into his. He wore a fond smile as he placed a kiss on your knuckles. "You deserve to eat at all of the fancy restaurants you desire." His half-lidded gaze set butterflies off in your stomach, and you felt heat quickly form on your cheeks.

"Thank you, Shadow. This is really sweet of you." You offered him a warm smile before he started leading you inside. Upon stepping in, warm air hugged you like a blanket, immediately soothing the chills you had from being outside. A hostess greeted you both and led you to your table, it was located near a window, giving you view of the setting sun over the ocean. You thanked the hostess as you sat down across from shadow, taking the menu in your fingertips and scanning through it. You hadn't expected him to rent out an entire restaurant for you two, let alone such an expensive one. You made a mental note to thank him again later. After choosing what you were going to order you placed the menu back on the table only to be greeted by a pair of crimson eyes looking at you.

"Something on my face?" You asked with a chuckle, resting your hands in your lap.

"Just admiring you." His voice was just above a whisper, he had his face leaning against his hand. Somehow, even though you two were in a relationship he never failed to make you feel like you were crushing on him all over again. He still had the ability to make you blush like crazy, and get shy with him. It was rare that Shadow acted cheesy and romantic, but when he did he had your heart racing and your face as red as a tomato. A smirk played across his lips as you blushed at his words, turning your gaze to anything but him. Not long after a waitress came and took your orders, quickly scurrying off as to not disturb your romantic evening.

While waiting for your food and drinks, you let yourself get lost in the view beside you. The sky was beginning to dark, allowing for it's stars to shine beautifully. The reflection of the sun on the water paired with the stripe of orange in the sky created a picture worthy sight. However, as you glanced back to the hedgehog in front of you, you concluded that he was the better view, one that would not disappear when night fell, one that did not change throughout the days, he remained the same, he remained perfect. Sunsets can easily be covered by gloomy clouds, shielding it's beauty from the rest of the world. There were no clouds to cover Shadows beauty, every day, he would shine brightly, like the sun to your moon, but he would never set. He was always visible to you, the warmth of his rays always there to keep your heart and soul from becoming too cold.

You watched as Shadow opened his mouth to say something, he hesitated, looked away, then looked back to you with certainty in his eyes. "I love you."

[marscardigan]

through the valley, part x

ellie williams x reader

through the valley masterlist

summary: what if Joel didn’t lie? what if there was more people immune? more people like ellie? more people like you?

word count: 1.9k

warnings: this fic doesn’t follow the original plot from tlou part II. canon typical violence.

It took Ellie two days to find another clue of you. Another painting of your mother occupied a whole wall in front of her.

May you guide me home.

Her blood ran cold. Not for the bodies beneath the mural, but because the paint was recent, very recent.

You must be closer than she thought. Ellie entered the closer building she found, and in the distance, she saw smoke. A bonfire.

Her nerves took control over her body, and started running towards it. Inside her mind, it couldn't be anybody else, it had to be you. Tears ran through her cheeks after remembering what happened two days before. How Jesse's body still laid on some abandoned house, bled out and cold. How she had to bury him herself, outside a backyard, a single cross with his name on it honor him.

It had to be you, for her sake. If it wasn't you, she'd rather die than coming back to Jackson. Death now sounded more welcoming than ever. But fate had other plans for Ellie Williams.

Infected came from everywhere, collapsing every possible exit. No ammo nor guns could save her. But she still tried, unleashing all the rage she caged deep inside her chest for all those days. She killed all of them thinking of Jesse, Joel, Tess, Riley, you. Everyone who left her to mourn, alone in this sick world. She finished eighteen infected by herself.

But one motherfucker escaped her bullet, throwing both of them through a broken window. Shattered glass melted with the flesh of her back, preventing her to move from it. She closed her eyes, greeting death for real this time. A grunt sounded then, the head of the infected falling above her chest. Ellie threw the body away from her, and then she saw it.

An arrow perforated the infected's head. Your arrow.

Her head moved with easy towards the door, so fast her head hurt. And there you were. As alive as she must be right now.

Ellie whispered your name as an oath, repeating it over and over again. Your silhouette started to get blurry in her sight, but your touch felt real, and so did your concerned tone.

She didn't hear any of it, she used her last strength to curl her head into your chest. Then she finally allowed herself to rest between your arms, even if you were freezing.

By the time Ellie started waking up, she noticed a few things. You looked skinnier than usual, your clothes were all dirty and ripped.

Ellie didn't dare to speak at first, afraid it may be a dream after all. You were too far for her liking, quiet too. She rose up slowly, wincing as her wounds pulled at her skin. Her eyes scanned the cabin, taking in the dusty wooden walls and the faint smell of smoke from the fireplace. Finally, her gaze settled on you.

You were leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed, face blank. But your eyes were heavy, dark circles underlining them like bruises. You were wearing a floral dress, the same one you wore when left Jackson, and the same old doc martens she found you all those days before. You had snow on your hair. Had you'd just been out? Did you look paler, too?

The silence felt almost suffocating, pressing down on both of you.

"Hey," Ellie finally croaked, her voice rough. She cleared her throat. "I… I found you."

You didn’t respond right away. She could feel your eyes look at the dried blood on her clothes, and the fresh cuts on her face. "What the hell are you doing here, Ellie?"

Her chest tightened. She’d played this moment over and over in her head, imagined you running into her arms, crying out in relief, maybe even kissing her like you used to. This cold distance wasn’t in any of those fantasies.

"I... I needed to find you. I thought—" Her voice broke, and she looked down, her fingers twisting in the blanket. "I thought you were dead."

You looked away, jaw clenching. "I should be."

The words hung in the air, heavy and cruel. They twisted something deep in Ellie’s chest. She opened her mouth to argue, to say something, but nothing came out.

She wanted to tell you about Jesse, about how much she needed your warmth right now. But you looked so different, and still when she locked her gaze with yours, she could feel the fear underneath.

"Are you going to tell me what are you doing here...or you'll keep lying?"

Ellie looked down, her fingers unconsciously gripping the fabric of the blanket. Her voice was low when she spoke. “I… I’m going to finish it.”

“Finish what?”

She looked up, eyes hardening. “Abby. I’m going to kill her.”

Your expression dropped. “Ellie...”

"I need to do it. If I don't regret is going to eat me alive."

"Revenge is eating you alive." you answered harshly, suddenly angry at her. "You really believe that killing her is going to bring back peace into your world, or what? You think it’ll make you feel better?"

She looked at you with hurt, "You promised me."

"I told you lots of things I did not mean back there." you started, the numbness of your head only making you angrier. "Look at me. I killed Isaac, and I'm still a lunatic with guilt inside. Killing them only makes us like them."

"Then what am I supposed to do, huh? I can't eat, can't sleep..." was she crying? She couldn't feel her face. She couldn't feel any part of her body now. Ellie only could look at you in awe, wanting your warmth more than ever.

Your chest tightened, the ache almost unbearable. "Fine. I'll come with you." You crossed the room, sitting beside her on the mattress. She tensed but didn’t pull away.

"You still have the cross I gave you" you murmured, Ellie's eyelashes kissing your lips from the closeness between you.

She didn't answer your comment, instead she leaned to kiss you. She kissed you so desperately, as if it was her last meal on earth. You kissed her back, the unease from your chest dissolving for a moment. You were freezing, your fingers shivering as they undressed Ellie's top.

"Promise me this doesn't mean anything." Ellie whispered between kisses, as her hand reached for your bare chest.

"I promise."

You were always such a good liar.

The snow fell quietly outside the cabin, a thick blanket of white muffling the world. Ellie woke up to the chill seeping through the cracks in the wooden walls. Her body ached, and her back throbbed, but the pain felt distant, muted somehow. She blinked at the dim light filtering through the window and reached for you.

But the mattress beside her was empty.

Ellie sat up, the pain in her back long gone. The room was still, the cold air biting. Your jacket was gone, along with your backpack. Her mind raced. You wouldn’t just leave. Not again. Not after… She looked at the mattress, the indent where your body had been. It was cold. You must have been gone for hours.

She ran outside, snow crunching beneath her boots, calling out your name with all the strength left in her body. She collapsed to her knees, the snow soaking through her pants. “Please…” Her voice cracked, breaking. “I can’t… I can’t lose you again.”

The snow-covered ground revealed no footprints. No broken branches. No sign that you were ever there. Ellie’s heart raced, a cold sweat breaking out on her skin.

You were always quiet on your feet, but not this quiet. Not this invisible.

She ran, her legs burning, lungs screaming for air. The world spun around her, snowflakes dancing in her vision. She could hear your voice, faint and distant, whispering her name. She followed the sound, chasing shadows.

But there was nothing. No one.

It wasn’t until she saw the cross that she realized the truth.

It stood crooked in the snow, a simple wooden marker. The grave was shallow, covered in a thin layer of ice. The snow had preserved it, kept it untouched by the world. Your name was carved into the wood, the letters jagged and uneven. Ellie's own handwriting.

The snow felt colder now, the wind biting at Ellie’s skin. She knelt in front of the crooked cross, fingers numb as they traced the jagged letters. Her body shook, a deep, hollow ache echoing through her chest.

"Ellie!"

She flinched, the voice cutting through the silence. Turning slowly, she saw Jesse standing a few yards away, his face pale, eyes wide with relief and panic.

"Ellie, what the hell… I’ve been looking for you for days!" He stumbled through the snow, his boots crunching against the frozen ground. "You just disappeared. Didn't know where you went."

She blinked at him, her head spinning. "No, I… I was with… We were…" Her gaze flicked back to the cross, her heart thudding painfully. "I was with her. I… I just…"

Jesse followed her stare, his brows furrowing. His face went pale when he saw the grave. "She… She didn’t make it out of Jackson."

Ellie shook her head, stepping back, her body swaying. "No… No, that’s not… She was with me. We were… We were together." Her voice cracked, desperation clawing at her throat. "She saved me. She was there. She was real."

Jesse’s eyes softened, pain flickering across his face. "Ellie… You left Jackson with me. I… Ithought you were dead. You’ve been gone for days. We were supposed to look out for her, but you ran off at night."

"No." The world spun, her vision blurring. "No, she was with me. She was real. She…" she kept repeating it, as if it would be true if she kept saying it. "She was with me."

Jesse knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he grabbed her shoulders. "Ellie, listen to me. She didn’t make it. She died outside Jackson. You… You found her, but it was too late. You buried her."

His words echoed, looping over and over. Buried her. Buried her. Buried her. Ellie’s chest tightened, her throat closing up. Her gaze fell to her hands, still caked with dirt, the snow stained brown.

She buried you.

The memory slammed into her, brutal and cold. Digging through the frozen earth, her fingers numb and bleeding. Laying you down, your skin pale and cold. Your eyes closed, your lips still, no breath escaping.

You were wearing that floral dress, too thin against the biting cold, its fabric clinging to you, failing to cover the scars she knew you hated showing. Ellie’s chest tightened at the sight, knowing how much you preferred to keep them hidden. She remembered wrapping your jacket around you, trying to shield you one last time, pressing a kiss to your forehead, her tears freezing to her face.

She also recalls carving your name into the cross, her hands shaking so badly the letters came out crooked. She remembered screaming, the sound ripping through her, echoing through the empty woods.

You were gone.

You’d been gone the whole time.

Ellie’s body shook, her sobs muffled by the snow. "No… No, no, no…" Her fingers dug into the frozen ground, clawing at the earth. "She was with me. She was right here. She… She saved me. She…"

Jesse pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as she fell apart. "I’m sorry, Ellie. I’m so sorry."

You were gone, and she’d been chasing a ghost. Imagining your voice, feeling your touch, hearing your laugh… A lie she created to survive the loneliness. The guilt. The grief. The reality.

It was all in her head.

Everything.

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[randomshyperson]

Hi Mary, for the writing game can I request Wanda for hand holding #43 please? Thank you! Hope you overcome your writer’s block soon, I’ll be patiently waiting for your next masterpiece 🥰

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

prompt: raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly. | warnings: angst(ish), brief mentions of manipulation of free will (magic mind control stuff), dark!wanda.

"I just need to find the right spell." Wanda began to justify herself, even though you didn't say anything. Her hands remain in yours, while you wipe most of the blood with a wet cloth.

It's most likely due to the adrenaline from the fight leaving her body now that she starts to speak.

"I'll find it, I promise. And all of this will stop. We'll be able to go home." She assures you half-desperately, half-breathlessly. You just nod, in no hurry to finish your task. You like touching Wanda, and she almost never lets you now that the marks from the excessive use of the darkhold are so visible on her fingers.

She starts to cry softly, and then louder. You let her. The blood disappears from her hands, but only visibly. You discard the cloth somewhere in the corner of the room, to intertwine your hands together in your lap, and Wanda gives in to bury her face in your collarbone and soak your blouse with tears.

It doesn't take long for her to calm down, and you wait patiently until she does, a small Sokovian hum escaping your lips.

When she speaks again, despite the hoarse, affected tone of someone who has just cried so hard, there is a firmness and desperation in her voice that makes you frown in concern.

“I’ll make us a family again,” she says. “And all the pain will go away.”

You sigh. Wanda doesn’t tell you things, not really. So you don’t understand everything she means to say when she does. You don't understand why she hurts who she hurts, doesn't remember their faces, or their names. You don't remember why you're running, or when it started. Where you're going, or who you're running from. 

All you remember is to follow her lead.

“I’m not in pain, Wanda,” you murmur, your eyes dropping to her black-stained fingers. “I’m happy with you.”

She sobs softly, but you’re distracted by her hands. Your fingers trace hers, those dark tips of hers before you dare ask, even though she never explains much beyond what she thinks you should know:

“Is this what hurts you?”

She shakes her head first before answering. "No, love, this is just a reminder." You raise your curious eyes to her. 

"Of what?" 

"Of the monster that I am." You frown, and Wanda offers you a sad smile. She makes mention of pulling her hands away, but you tighten your grip. She looks ready to protest when you lift one of them to your face, to kiss her open palm and draw a sigh from her. "What are you doing, my love?" She whispers, watching as you run your lips over every inch of her skin. Open palms, and fingertips, not caring about the dark magic stains. Not knowing what they mean. Before repeating the same gesture, on the other hand, you let her know; 

"I love every part of you. Even the parts you think are bad. Unworthy of love. Especially those parts." Wanda chokes on her breath, in shock for a moment. But she doesn't wait for you to finish the gesture on her other hand to tilt her face towards you and kiss your lips.

The black fingers move to grab your cheeks, to deepen the kiss and she feels you smile against her lips.

It's a much more intoxicating sensation than the addiction in the darkhold, and Wanda focuses on this as she surrenders herself to the kiss and pushes the demonic whispers to the back of her mind, letting your needy sounds replace them.

She'll remember this, in the next world she destroys trying to get you back. And in the next, and the next.

[marysfics]

Home Was a Place You Couldn't Let Her See | Prologue

She was the sun in your storm.

Angst, Fluff

A note before you begin: This story explores themes of toxic family dynamics and their impact. It's a multi-chapter fic, and aim to post new chapters every Saturday. I appreciate you taking this journey with me.

Other parts of this story: Part 1.

The front door slammed behind you, the sound echoing the frantic thump-thump-thump of your heart.

You stumbled, nearly falling, but forced yourself onward. The strap of the duffel bag dug into your shoulder, a painful reminder of your hasty escape, but you couldn’t stop. Not yet. Not until you were safe. Tears blurred your vision, but you swiped at them angrily, your gaze fixed on the dimly lit street ahead. Each footfall on the cold pavement was a desperate plea for freedom.

A sob choked its way up your throat. It’s over, you thought, the words a hollow echo in your mind. It’s finally over. You didn’t know where you were going, only that you had to get away. Away from the shouting, the anger, the fear that had been a constant companion for as long as you could remember.

Your lungs burned, your legs ached, but you pushed yourself harder. You had to.

Finally, a familiar house came into view. Alexia’s house. With trembling hands, you reached out and pressed the doorbell. The sound seemed deafening in the stillness of the night. You held your breath, waiting, the bag slipping from your numb fingers.

The porch light flicked on, and the door swung open. Alexia stood there, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in your disheveled appearance, the tears streaming down your face, and the duffel bag at your feet. A flicker of concern crossed her features, quickly followed by something else… something you couldn't quite decipher in the dim light. "What—" she began, her brow furrowed, but you couldn't speak. You just stood there, shaking, the unspoken truth hanging heavy in the air between you.

“Hey, Rayito,” she said softly, reaching out a hand.

You flinched at the nickname, a bittersweet ache in your chest. It felt so normal, so her, a stark contrast to the chaos you’d just fled.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer.

You launched yourself forward, wrapping your arms around her tightly, burying your face in her shoulder.

The familiar scent of her perfume, something warm and comforting, filled your senses. And then, finally, the dam broke. You sobbed, great heaving sobs, all the fear and pain of the last few hours, the last few years, pouring out of you.

You clung to her, your rayito, your little ray of sunshine in the storm, the only constant in your turbulent world.

[metallicames]

Morning Lights

@metalmaidenn thank u for your precious help 🤍

Description: you and James (load era) are expecting your first child, you wake up in the morning cuddling and making love, he takes care of you making you feel loved.

Warnings: sweet love making, pregnant reader.

My nose rubs against the cool pillowcase, the numbness of the night is still heavy on my body.

Opening my eyes slightly, the warm light of the morning welcomes me, immediately flooding me with a feeling of well-being and peace. I instinctively move back to seek contact with James qsleeping behind me. His warm chest and slow, relaxed breathing lulled me and almost put me back to sleep. As I get closer to him I hear a slight moan followed by the movement of his arm that surrounds me and holds me close.

"Good morning, how are my babies today?" his low, warm voice is like a cuddle.

“Good morning to you daddy.. we're fine! This week is going great, no nausea or tiredness, we're finally settling in" I'm happy with the fact that the discomfort I felt in the previous months is slowly disappearing and that now that I'm at the end of the fourth month of pregnancy I can finally relax and enjoy every moment . James' warm hand slides towards my slightly swollen belly and begins to gently caress me, cradling me softly. “Finally! I felt bad seeing you suffer like that. It's growing... last week it wasn't like that or am I wrong?” - “Yes, it's true, I was noticing it last night, I feel more swollen than in the last few weeks. In a few months I'll be a ball” I say jokingly.

My hand meets his and our fingers cross around my navel, releasing a warmth that pervades my whole body making me feel happy, loved and complete.

We spend a few minutes in silence cuddling, touching and enjoying the moment in the silence of our home.

I feel James' kisses on my neck behind my ears which give me shivers and I instinctively squeeze his forearm with which he is holding me to him. “Your skin is so soft and fragrant, I would stay here like this all day” the sound of his voice is like honey, sweet and soft.

I wish I could stay like this all day too, in the warmth of our bed leaving the whole world outside but with James it's almost impossible to have a whole day just for us, being a rock star's wife also means this.

James' caresses slowly concentrate first my hips then my breasts. He slowly touches them, holding me to him and I can feel his erection pressing against my backside.

I know what he wants and I want it too, after months of abstinence I need it.

“Do you want to make love with me?” his breath against my neck is the drop that breaks the camel's back, I turn my face looking at him out of the corner of my eye "Please" is the only thing I say while I slowly touch the erection in his boxers with one hand. James lets out a low growl against the back of my neck as he moves my panties to the side with one hand and delicately begins to massage my folds with two fingers, slowly and gently awakening all my senses.

“I need you so bad..” I let escape from my lips, sighing and squeezing his leg with my fingers. James smiles and kisses my neck before pulling down his boxers and slowly penetrating me, wrapping his arm around me and holding my hips with his free hand. He waits for me to adapt to him and then starts moving with slow and sensual movements inside me sending shocks of pleasure throughout my body. "How do you feel? Do you like it like this?“ he whispers in my ear between sighs, I nod, letting out a light moan as confirmation.

He has never been so delicate, so attentive and thoughtful during sex, it almost seems as if he is afraid of breaking me and although I can feel his desire growing in the way he breathes and the way he keeps me attached to his body, he maintains the control in every movement holding back from being too rough. In his gestures I feel all the love he feels for me and for our baby, he caresses my hair while he continues to push himself inside me "I love you so much Y/N" he whispers panting, I feel short of breath and involuntarily my my eyes become teary, I feel a love so deep and visceral that makes me dizzy.

“Everything ok baby?” he asks me with a worried expression, decreasing his pace and giving me a kiss on the neck. “Yes Jamie this feels so good.. I love you” my words are interspersed with sighs, James starts moving inside me again slowly panting, I tighten my legs and the further friction brings me to the limit, I squeeze his leg behind me with my fingers and I push against his pubis while James continues to grind into me. “God.. oh my god James I'm coming” I tremble as I feel the orgasm spread through my body. “Let yourself go..I got you Baby” James holds me close, slightly increasing the pace and depth, my moans come out uncontrolled from my mouth as I let my body be overwhelmed by ecstasy.

While I catch my breath James stands up leaning on his elbow and looks at me moving the covers and starts kissing my shoulder tenderly, moving down my arm and then towards my hip "You're so beautiful, can you get on top of me? I want to look at you."

His words and the way he says them make my heart explode "You're droving me crazy" I smile at him and move away, James rests his head on the headboard of the bed I position myself astride him completely naked, his eyes are never been such bright states, his gaze follows my every movement. I slowly start to ride him following my rhythm, looking into his eyes and bringing his hands to my breasts, he touches me gently panting as I tighten around him.

“You're amazing” his voice altered by pleasure and his hands on my body make me lose my mind. I rest my hands on his shoulders moving up and down his length, grinding on him slowly while he looks at me in the eyes, I know damn well that this is beyond sex, is an inexplicable connection.

I'm starting to feel more tired than usual in my movements. James seems to notice it and, holding me by the hips, he starts to move under me, giving me light strokes that make me pant: "Relax baby, I'll take care of it". Our movements synchronize and after a few minutes I feel his fingers grip my hips tightly and his pace becomes more irregular, shortly after I feel his release as he continues to move, slowing his thrusts beneath me “mmmmh god this is too good.. damn” he exclaims panting as he stares at the point where our bodies join almost as if he wad bewitched. His hands move from my hips to my belly, and as I move slightly above him he gently caresses me while looking at me in adoration.

“I love you infinitely” I tell him looking into his eyes, smiling, he smiles back “I love you too”. I slowly lie down in bed partially covering myself with the blankets, I sigh satisfied and completely relaxed James kisses me on the temple as he gets up from the bed.

"Stay here, rest, I'll prepare the tub for you, okay?" Then when you're done I go to rehearsals." James knows that I love taking hot baths especially lately when I feel particularly tired. “Aww thanks baby, but aren't you late? Rehearsals start in half an hour..."I exclaim looking at him “If they start without me, no one will die, I don't want to leave you alone while you're in the tub”.

“Okay whatever you want, but come in with me” I smile at him waiting for his answer. “that's a great idea” he says winking at me.

I watch him leave the room completely naked, while I hear him doing things in the bathroom I relax, smelling his pillow, I love his smell, it's like an anti-stress for me I can never do without it.

Once the tub is ready we enter, I position myself between his legs, leaning against his chest. The hot water makes me relax to the point that I almost fall asleep as he kisses my temples and massages me with his hands while humming a melody in my ear in a low voice.

How I wish all days started like this.

[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #32

It only took a few months, but you were finally free.

Gripping the reigns of the stead galloping beneath you tighter, you couldn't hold back the tears as you realized it. Realized that you finally did it. The road leading to your escape had been cut off so many times. So many people put stones in your way and built walls you had to escape. But finally—finally—you were rid of them.

No more sitting quietly on a throne too big for a province noble like you. No more watching your husband behead his own officials because they looked at you. A shuddering breath escaped you as you realized you wouldn't wake up to his piercing red eyes watching you sleep anymore or to the unwelcome touch of his hands that always felt like they were blood-soaked.

You would no longer be a doll he could admire. He could disgrace in front of his court as if you wouldn't suffer from the shame and embarrassment his actions brought over you. Undoubtedly, he loved you, but this love was not the one your maid read you stories about as a child. It was crushing to your soul, poisoning your very being until you were only a shell of your former self.

But no longer.

As long as you kept riding, you'd get away from him. And once your horse could no longer run, you simply had to walk on your own—as you would from now on. Being a runaway beggar would be better than being the spouse of a mad king, no matter what you had to do. You'd live quietly as a mouse, far away from the golden cage that was his castle, and live by your own free will only.

Tearing through the forest, your surroundings melted into each other. Green, brown, black, it was all the same as you let the horse choose the way. It didn't matter where it went as long as it didn't take you back. There was no place you called home, not the one you grew up in nor the one you married into. So anywhere was fine, absolutely anywhere.

You would have taken the pest-ridden bed of a woodsman over any soft, silken mattress. Over the shackles that bound you to it and the king that suffocated you in the countless pillows. And now that you got away, you'd take what you could get, never judging it like you had been judged from morning to night by everyone who scrutinized your status as you were forced into this marriage.

And with your newfound euphoria, you galloped on, feeling always a step ahead of him. Anyone, really, but especially him. The king was cruel, ruthless, cold. Not to you... not always. He held you your whole wedding long when you couldn't stop crying from fear. He got rid of those who mocked you openly. He listened when you told him about yourself and gave you whatever you desired. Certainly, he had his bad days. The ones where he was angry at the world, and you were the comfort he needed. Or those where he was too proud of owning you, so he forced you to do things you didn't want. He might have been the king, but he shouldn't have done everything he desired—at least not to you.

Perhaps that's why your fall hit your head so much harder. The horse he gifted you, a beautiful stead, neighing as it crashed to the ground. One second, you were up in the air; the next, your head hit the dirt. Your thoughts were spinning relentlessly, reminding you of the first time your husband almost choked you to death. No clear idea of what was happening, where you were, and what to do now could take root.

But your instincts still worked.

So you ignored all the warning signs—the stumbling, the blood dripping down your face, the pain in your muscles—and ran. Ran like your life depended on it, which it did.

"Stop!" you heard behind you, and you would have known the voice in a crowd of hundreds. The king didn't like insubordination. He didn't like sharing his toys. And he would not give up on you that easily.

It made you run faster if anything.

But as you dashed through the forest, blinded by your need to get away, your luck seemed to run out, too. In the thicket, you were concealed. Between the trees, you could hide. Not so much in a clearing, one lit up by the sun and barely covered by grass. That's where you found yourself when your body finally gave out. Tumbling to the ground, your bones ached as your arms tried to cushion the fall.

At some point, anyone has to admit defeat. But it was hard. So, so hard for you. Your conscience was wrecked by guilt for your stead that you left behind, and your body shivered, fear-stricken in anticipation of the punishment you would receive. What was the point of running away when he caught up so fast? Why did you even try?

"You seem troubled. Come here, let me help you."

Forcing your head up, you had to blink away the tears first before you could see. Everything before you was a bright shimmer of something you couldn't discern, but even when your vision cleared, you thought you must have hit your head very hard after all.

Something, a creature perhaps, approached you steadily. Calm demeanor, a proud posture. It looked like a man, yet it appeared more like an angel. His eyes seemed like an endless starry sky, while his hair flowed in the air like waves across the sea. He held out his hand for you as if to offer help, giving you an unlikely hope in these dark times that seemed to swallow you.

But there was also something strange about him. You thought he was coming to help you, but the hand never reached closer. He expected you to come to him, opening his arms for you, but didn't attempt to approach your sorry form.

"Do not listen to it," a stern voice rang out, the clanking of armor shaking you out of the trance. "Don't even think about going there, it will only take advantage of you."

That was enough to get you back on your feet with what little strength you still had. The man you were running from emerged from the darkness of the woods, drawing his blade with the same sickening sound of metal scrapping that instilled fear in you back at the castle. You didn't even know who he was drawing his sword for, but it couldn't mean anything good.

However, your husband wasn't looking at you. If anything, his anger seemed to be dedicated at the man whose expression turned into pity as he never looked away from you.

"How cruel. You poor thing, I can help you," he offered softly, shaking his hand. You looked at it for a long time, feeling yourself pulled in as if a thread was binding you both together. Only when you forced yourself to focus did you notice the ring of mushrooms around the man's... fae's feet.

"It won't help you, it will harm you. Get. Away. Now."

You shuddered at your husband's command, his footsteps approaching faster and faster. One more chance. There was one more chance right in front of you. But at what risk? What would you have to pay?

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

[dreaminguponlilypads]

ok i take it back heres happy blurb yayy

Being married to Vladimir Makarov is like living in the heart of a storm—chaotic, consuming, and impossible to escape. And yet, in the middle of all the madness, there is you. Soft, bright, bubbly—a stark contrast to the bloodstained world he inhabits. You don’t belong in it, not really. But you do belong to him.

And Makarov is not the kind of man who lets go of what’s his.

You’re the only one who touches him freely, running your fingers through his hair without fear, leaning into his space without hesitation. He allows it—welcomes it, even—because you are the only thing in his life that isn’t laced with violence. You don’t flinch when he comes home reeking of gunpowder and death, don’t shrink away from the sharp edges of him like everyone else does. You love him, all of him, without question.

And maybe that’s why he lets you see the parts of him no one else does.

Because even someone like him knows what it means to hold something precious.

It’s in the way he pulls you into his lap when you’re upset, arms tightening around you with an ironclad grip, as if sheer force alone will keep the rest of the world from touching you. He doesn’t whisper soft reassurances—Makarov doesn’t do pretty words. But his actions speak louder. His thumb strokes slow circles over your back as he listens, his voice low and steady as he reminds you that whatever troubles you will be dealt with. And if it’s a someone rather than a something—well, they don’t remain a problem for long.

He may not understand emotions the way you do, but he knows how to protect. And that is exactly what he does.

On the rare nights you cry, shaken by something beyond his control, he holds you close, one large hand cradling the back of your head as you bury yourself in his chest. He doesn’t rush you, doesn’t tell you to stop—he lets you fall apart in the safety of his arms, his body a shield between you and the rest of the world. He hates seeing you like that. Hates how small you look, how quiet your voice becomes when you’re hurting. But he takes it, bears it, because it is you, and if there is one thing Makarov is willing to be patient for, it’s you.

Then, when the weight of your sadness finally lifts, he tilts your chin up, brushes his knuckles across your damp cheek, and mutters something sharp and possessive in Russian—something about how you are his, and as long as you belong to him, nothing will ever harm you.

And he means it.

Because love, to Makarov, is not gentle. It is not whispered affections and flowers and soft touches. It is brutal, unforgiving. It is a shield, a weapon, a war waged against anything that dares to hurt you.

And in the end, you don’t need sweet words when you have the unwavering truth—you are the only thing in the world that Vladimir Makarov loves.

And for that reason alone, you are untouchable.