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choerypetal · 4 months ago

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Hickeys / Wade, Logan and Remy

summary: small prompts, on how the xmen boys would be when given hickeys.

ps; i apologies if there is a few grammatical errors, as english isn't my first language.

enjoy!

Wade:

That man can’t resist keeping you in his sight and making sure to give you at least a kiss, or some small gesture of affection, before heading off to work.

This means his lips would form an adorable pout as he insists on leaning in. When you give in, his lips curl into a smirk, and before you can protest, you feel his hungry kiss.

Of course, it doesn't end there. His fingers slide around your waist, gripping tightly as he pulls you onto his lap. "The boss can wait a little while," he murmurs, his voice rough and laced with a hunger that demands to feel his teeth on your skin. That's how his habit of leaving hickeys began. "Not until I'm done."

"Wadee," you tried to protest, glancing at the clock to remind him not to be late, but his priorities were elsewhere. You knew it when you felt his tongue tracing the crook of your neck, followed by the slow press of his teeth against your skin. He left a few more bruises, as if the ones from yesterday weren’t already enough for him.

"Shh…" he purred, his eyes darkened by lust and the passion in his voice. "I need to finish my little masterpiece." You rolled your eyes, letting out a slight chuckle, but before you knew it, a moan escaped your lips as he nipped harder with his teeth. "That's it, princess, I want to hear you moan," Wade whispered, the desire and need evident in his gaze.

He finally stopped, as always, to admire his work—several new hickeys on your neck. Just the sight of them made him bite his bottom lip. When your eyes met his, he leaned in for a sloppy kiss, leaving you breathless, with pouty lips and fluttering lashes. "Oh, so now the princess wants more? It's a shame I have to go to work. And so do you," he teased. Typical bastard, you thought to yourself.

Logan:

Unlike Wade, Logan isn’t the type to be vocal about what’s his. As the Wolverine, it wasn’t surprising when you ended up covered in hickeys. One time at the X-Men Labs, Logan immediately noticed a coworker checking you out. It wasn’t just the hickeys on your neck but also an outrageous comment that set him off. If those hickeys weren’t enough, you were in for a session where Logan would mark you as his—completely and everywhere. EVERYWHERE.

Naturally, he chose the Lab as the perfect place to do it. Despite his wild nature, Logan is surprisingly traditional, which might catch anyone, including you, off guard. But with his Wolverine instincts, he didn’t hesitate to grip your waist, pulling you up from your chair despite your protests, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist for support. "You really thought I’d let you leave work that early? That’s the kind of question that would make me feel ashamed, love."

Before you could say anything, his lips caught yours in a hungry kiss. His voice was hoarse, thick with the impatience and craving he’d been holding back all day—especially after seeing you with your coworker. When Logan’s jealousy flared, you knew there was no stopping him. “Logan…” you whispered, your soft, vulnerable voice a huge turn-on for him. He purred as he nodded at your call. “Yes, sweetheart?” he murmured, his gaze never leaving you. “I need you, so bad…” Your confession was all he needed. He began by nuzzling his head against your neck, his teeth sinking in without hesitation.

The neck was just the beginning for Logan; he wasn’t satisfied yet. He needed more, which meant leaning you over your Lab desk. Your blouse clung to your curves as his fingers, both gentle and eager, began unbuttoning your jacket. The typical work attire—a short skirt, sheer lace, and a blouse that matched the color of your nail polish—was what truly captivated him. Even his own attire seemed to complement yours. One of the many things he adored about you, he murmured, “Man, you look gorgeous…”

“You don’t look bad yourself either,” you echoed the words you’d whispered when you first met Logan. He adored this gesture, finding it endearing. Just moments before unbuttoning your blouse, he asked, “May I?” with the gentlemanly demeanor he always displayed. You smiled and nodded in response. “Since no one else will be coming to the Lab, my body is yours, Logan.”

That response alone pleased the Wolverine. As his fingers delicately and slowly unbuttoned your blouse, he took a moment to admire your breasts, beautifully outlined by the cup of your bra, before nuzzling his head against your stomach. His teeth sank into your flesh, leaving more hickeys than he had originally intended. “Now, I hope this will stop your coworker from looking…” he murmured.

Remy Lebeau:

Of the two, Remy is undoubtedly the most proud when it comes to showcasing his affection. His love language includes plenty of flirtation, and he makes sure that most of your hickeys are prominently displayed. He’s also quite vocal about it, especially when your best friend, Peter Maximoff, notices the sudden marks on your neck and expresses his concern. “Geez, Y/N, someone was feisty last night. I’m curious who the lucky one is.”

In no time, an arm wrapped around your shoulder, with Remy’s shadow looming over your petite frame and a smug look of pride on his face. “Ma chérie, you look a bit tired today,” he remarked, prompting you to shoot him a death glare. Despite your effort to remain professional, Remy’s public displays of affection made Peter gulp silently. “I guess that’s my cue to leave,” he said. “See you at lunch?”

That question was an offer Remy was inclined to refuse, as he had other plans in mind. Everyone knew it, especially you, which surprised him when you agreed to join. His grip around your waist tightened, and a smile spread across his face. As polite as ever, he said, “It would be a shame if Y/N didn’t join us. But my chère has other plans. Sorry, mon cher Peter.”

Wanting to protest or suggest otherwise, it was clear that Remy had different plans. Sneaking out of work hours only seemed to please him more. As he planted a few kisses in the crook of your neck, his silhouette lingering behind you, Peter took the opportunity to excuse himself. He shared a glance with you, his expression teasingly reflecting his amusement at Gambit’s protective nature.

“Now, chère,” he said, his voice hoarse and his accent more pronounced. His fingers gently caressed your waist. “We have some unfinished business to attend to, don’t we?”

He wasn’t wrong. Your eyelids grew heavier as his teeth sank in, a soft moan escaping your lips just before he covered your mouth with his hand. “No, no, no,” he purred. “Not here.” Yet, he continued, and when he finally stopped, his fingers intertwined with yours, leaving you breathless. With a look of typical smugness, he found you adorable and said, “Alons, y.”

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dewdropdinosaur · 2 months ago

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Kinktober Day 20: Threesome

Summary: You're good with kids, there is no doubt. Heck, you're a kindergarten teacher, you love little ones. Your boyfriends on the other hand, just love how great you are with kids. Maybe it's time to give you one of your own. Warnings: P in V sex, threesome, breeding kink, cum, reader had a vagina, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @cassandrascottt

You stood at the front of the classroom, laughter mingling with the excited chatter of the students. The vibrant walls were filled with painted art projects, and the scent of crayons and fresh paper lingered in the air. Today’s lesson was all about storytelling, and you had encouraged the kids to use their imaginations, their faces lighting up with every new idea. From being a superhero, a princess, or a dragon, your student’s ideas never failed to excite you.

As the bell rang, the students began to gather their things, and you smiled, waving them off. “Remember, tomorrow is our storytelling contest! Bring your best tales but make sure they are written in your scrapbook!” The children cheered and scrambled out, their giggles echoing in the hall. The day had ended and while a satisfying one, you couldn’t wait to get back home and snuggle up to some warm food with your boyfriends. Yes, Wade Wilson and Logan were an odd pair by themselves but adding you into the mix seemed to make it all the sweeter (or hornier if you asked Wade).

Outside, you spotted Wade and Logan leaning against the school’s brick wall. Wade, in a red graphic tee and a pair of black jeans, was animatedly gesturing as he spoke, while Logan, in his classic flannel and jblue eans, looked not as amused, arms crossed over his chest. Your heart swelled, it was moments like this—seeing the two of them together—that reminded you of how unique their relationship was.

“Hey, beautiful!” Wade called out, his voice playful. “How many lives did you ruin today with your educational superpowers?”

Laughing with an eye roll, you replied while approaching the duo. “Just a few. No one will need intensive therapy after my storytelling lesson!”

Logan pushed off the wall, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re doing just fine. Kids need someone who gets them.” He stepped closer, his presence grounding and warm.

As you walked to the car, Wade pretended to swoon dramatically. “Oh, I’m hot for teacher! So captivating! Did you see how the kids hung on your every word? I was this close to signing up for kindergarten myself!” He pinched his fingers dramatically, as if to show just how close he was to sitting in on your class. It would certaintly be interesting.

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “You’d probably scare them off with your face, bub”

A slow blush creeped up your cheeks as Logan opened the car door for you. “You both are ridiculous,” you tried to sound agitated, putting on your best teacher voice, but a shy smile betrayed your amuesment. “But it’s sweet. I’m glad you think I’m good with the kids.”

That caught their attention. They had certaintly talked about it before but now hearing the idea aloud, how good you were with kids thta weren’t even your own, now that sparked an idea. With a quick glance to each other, no words were needed to form the plan that was about to commence. Allowing the thoughts to stew on the ride home, you had no idea of their plan when you entered your shared apartment. Of course, it was messy but the boys had allowed you to decorate it; making it seem less like a college frat dorm room and more like a home. And if their plan came to fruition, it certainy would be a home indeed.

Suddenly, Logan grabbed yours wrists and pinned you down against the nearest wall. His smoldering gaze glowered down at you as his face leaned down to whisper in huskily in your ear.

“What do you think about having some kits of your own?”

“What?”

Coming to your side, Wade joined his partner in looking down at you. Using his hand to reach around and cup your chin, he brought your shocked gaze to look up at him.

“Dollface, I think peanut here is asking to breed you. And I am certainly not opposed to the idea. I mean I am sure a hundred Tumblr fics have been written about it already—”

A dark chuckle erupted from Logans throat at Wade’s words, for once he wasn’t annoyed at the merc’s mouth. As he stood up and let his grip go, both men now stared down at you. After some stumbling and a few apologies to about tripping over variois objects, all three parties ended up in the master bedroom with clothes on the floor. You, laid on the bed and the boy’s eyes darkened with hunger at the sight of your bare form, a silent understanding among them of what was about to happen.

Wade leaned down and took one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, the warmth of his tongue teasing the aroused bud. Dragging his hands across your torso, he slowly marked your skin with his hands. Logan, instead dipped down and spread your thighs, enjoying the way they felt in his calloused hands. With a whimper, you couldn’t help but arch your back into his touch as he dragged his nose across your slit. The heat from his breath left you soaked with desire, cunt clenching around nothing as you imagined all the things that were about to happen.

Hoisting your legs up on his shoulders, Logan massaged the tip of his cock against you hole. Not allowed a moment of reprieve, sheathing his heady member into your cunt with one stroke, Wade then bit the corner of your collarbone to distract you from Logan’s actions. He stretched your needy hole, both of your moaning both at the sight and feeling, the delicious yet somewhat burning friction that both of you so desperately craved. You gasped at the stretch, gripping the sheets with each strong stroke. The velvet of your walls squeezing Logan so tight that with every exit and entry of his member into your cunt, the ribs of his cock rubbed against you in a painfully delicious way. Wade took initative and slowly started to leave hot wet kisses and nips across the valley of your neck, only pausing to whisper filthy things in your ear as Logan carried out a relentless pace.

“He’s gonna fuck you so good baby. Think about how good you’ll look, so big and glowing with our baby inside you. You’re gonna be such a good momma. Want us to make you a momma dollface?"

Gosh, he was so hot like this. You hung onto everyword, every image you presented you with. It was addicting, the feeling of Logan inside you, the softness of Wade’s lips worshiping your body as he debauched words continued to send wave after wave of arousal shooting straight down to your already weeping pussy. And you knew it may never happen, you were still on the pill and by all means Wade was infertile with Logan’s ability to breed in question since he was older.

But by any means, you could certaintly get used to this.

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moonxknightx · 4 months ago

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : BENEATH THE SURFACE : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Logan Howlett x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff :))

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: X-Men

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: Violence: Includes detailed scenes of physical altercations and self-defense. Sexual Harassment: Depicts a non-explicit but distressing scene of unwanted touching and intimidation. Emotional Distress: Contains moments of anxiety and emotional vulnerability. Reader doesn’t know that Logan is also Wolverine.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: After a terrifying encounter in a dark alley, you're rescued by the mysterious and fierce Wolverine, who effortlessly fights off your attackers. Grateful but shaken, you share a vulnerable conversation with him on your building's steps, revealing your unspoken feelings for Logan Howlett—a man who has unknowingly captured your heart. Little do you know, Logan is closer than you think, and your confession stirs something deep within him, leading to an unexpected and heartfelt turn of events.

THE CITY WAS ALIVE WITH ITS USUAL HUM AS YOU MADE YOUR WAY HOME, the sky transitioning from twilight to the deep hues of night. The streets were familiar, every corner and alley a part of your daily routine, yet tonight felt different. A certain unease settled in your stomach, though you couldn’t place why.

Your thoughts drifted, as they often did, to Logan Howlett. He was a man of few words and even fewer smiles, but something about him had captivated you from the moment you met him. You’d been introduced by Wade Wilson, your loudmouth neighbor who had an affinity for trouble and an odd sense of humor. Wade had a way of inserting himself into everyone’s lives, and through him, you found yourself drawn to Logan—despite, or maybe because of, his gruff exterior.

You had been crushing on Logan for a while now, but your feelings were met with a wall of indifference, or so it seemed. Logan was distant, always keeping you at arm’s length. You figured it was just his way, maybe even a defense mechanism. Still, it hurt, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the feelings you had for him.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed the group of men until it was too late. They emerged from the shadows of an alleyway, their eyes glinting with malice. Your heart raced as you took a step back, but they quickly closed in, surrounding you.

"Hey, sweetheart," one of them sneered, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Where do you think you’re going?"

Panic clawed at your chest. "I don’t want any trouble. Just let me go."

The men laughed, and before you could react, one of them reached out and grabbed your arm, yanking you toward him. You tried to pull away, but his grip was ironclad. The others circled closer, their hands brushing against your body in ways that made your skin crawl. One of them ran his hand down your back, his touch lingering far too long on places that made your stomach churn with revulsion.

"Don’t be shy now," another man whispered in your ear, his breath hot and disgusting against your skin. His hand slid up your side, fingers digging into your waist as he pressed you against the cold, hard wall of the alley. "We just want to have some fun."

Terror spiked through you as one of them pushed his hand up your shirt, his fingers cold and invasive against your skin. You tried to scream, but your voice caught in your throat, panic strangling the sound. They had you pinned, and the more you struggled, the more they seemed to enjoy it, their laughter growing more sinister with each passing second.

Just as you thought all hope was lost, a low, menacing growl echoed through the alley, freezing everyone in place. The laughter died, replaced by a tense, almost primal silence. You barely had time to process what was happening before a figure emerged from the shadows, moving with lethal precision.

Wolverine.

His eyes burned with fury, and the metallic snikt of his claws unsheathing was the only warning the men received before he was upon them. In a flash, Wolverine lunged at the man closest to you, his claws slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. The man didn’t even have time to scream before Wolverine’s claws tore into him, sending him crashing to the ground in a lifeless heap.

The other men tried to scatter, but Wolverine was faster. He grabbed the man who had been holding you, lifting him effortlessly off the ground with one hand. The man’s eyes bulged with fear as Wolverine snarled, his claws glinting in the dim light before he drove them into the man’s chest, ending the threat in an instant.

The third man, now the only one left standing, attempted to flee, but Wolverine was on him in a heartbeat. With a swift, brutal strike, Wolverine sent the man flying across the alley, his body crumpling against the brick wall with a sickening thud. The alley fell silent, the danger gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Wolverine stood over the fallen men, his chest heaving with the remnants of his rage. His claws dripped with blood, and his eyes still glowed with the intensity of the fight. But as he turned to you, his expression softened, the wildness in his eyes fading to concern.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice rough but gentle as he retracted his claws, the deadly metal sliding back into his hands.

You nodded shakily, your body trembling with adrenaline. "I… I think so," you managed to say, though your voice was barely above a whisper.

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to touch your arm, as if to reassure himself that you were truly unharmed. "Did they hurt you?"

You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. "No… they didn’t get the chance, thanks to you."

His jaw clenched, and you could see the anger still simmering just beneath the surface, directed not at you, but at the men who had dared to lay a hand on you. "Let’s get you home," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "It’s not safe here."

You nodded again, still too rattled to argue, and the two of you began the walk back to your place. The night felt quieter now, the earlier danger a stark contrast to the safety you felt beside him. The silence between you was heavy, but not uncomfortable. There was something about his presence that made you feel safe, even though you barely knew him.

As you walked, your mind raced with questions. Why was Wolverine here? Did he patrol this area often? And most of all, why did his presence feel so familiar? But you didn’t ask any of them. Instead, you walked beside him, your steps echoing in the quiet night.

When you finally reached your building, you hesitated at the entrance. "Would you… would you like to sit for a bit? I’m not quite ready to go inside."

Wolverine glanced around, then nodded. "Sure."

You both sat down on the steps, and for a while, neither of you spoke. The night was calm now, the danger from earlier feeling like a distant memory. Yet, your thoughts were far from calm. They kept circling back to Logan and the feelings you had tried so hard to keep at bay.

"You know," you began, not looking at him, "there’s this guy I really like. We’ve known each other for a while now, and… well, I’m pretty sure he has no idea how I feel."

Wolverine shifted beside you, and you could feel his eyes on you. "Why don’t you just tell him?"

You sighed, your gaze fixed on the ground. "It’s not that easy. He’s… complicated. Keeps people at a distance. I’m not sure he even sees me that way. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m wasting my time."

Wolverine remained silent, and when you glanced at him, you noticed a flicker of something in his eyes—was it unease? It was gone almost as quickly as it appeared, and he looked away, his jaw tightening.

"He might have his reasons," he said after a moment, his voice unusually gentle. "Maybe he’s been hurt before. Or maybe he thinks he’s not good enough for you."

You looked up at him, surprised by the insight in his words. "Do you really think that?"

He nodded, his gaze still averted. "Yeah. Guys like that… they can be tough to figure out. But if he cares about you, he’ll come around. He just needs to realize that you’re worth the risk."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. There was something in the way he said it, like he was speaking from experience. "I hope you’re right," you murmured, more to yourself than to him.

A brief silence fell between you before you spoke again, your voice barely above a whisper. "His name is Logan. He’s a good guy, really… but he keeps shutting me out. I just don’t know what to do."

Wolverine stiffened beside you, his reaction subtle but noticeable. His head turned slightly, as if he was trying to gauge your expression without fully looking at you. When he spoke, his voice was lower, more hesitant. "Logan, huh?"

You nodded, feeling a pang of vulnerability as you admitted it out loud. "Yeah. I know he’s got his reasons for being the way he is, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to be close to him. From wanting him to see me… really see me."

Wolverine was quiet for a long moment, and when he finally spoke, there was a strange mix of emotions in his voice—something between surprise, guilt, and maybe even… hope? "Maybe… he already does."

You turned to look at him, confused by the shift in his tone. "What do you mean?"

He shook his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "Just… don’t give up on him. Sometimes, people need time to figure things out."

You studied him, wondering if there was more to his words than he was letting on. But before you could press further, he stood up, signaling that it was time for him to go.

"You’ll be safe now," he said, his voice back to its usual gruffness. "I should go."

You stood as well, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and sadness. "Yeah. Thanks again… for everything."

He nodded once more, and without another word, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving you alone on the steps.

The next morning, you were still thinking about the encounter as you got ready for the day. There was something about Wolverine that lingered in your mind, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. But before you could dwell on it, a knock on your door startled you.

You opened it to find Logan standing there, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him. His eyes were intense, and for a moment, you wondered if something was wrong.

"Logan?" you said, your voice laced with concern. "What’s going on?"

He hesitated, as if unsure of how to begin. "I need to talk to you."

You stepped aside to let him in, your heart pounding in your chest. "Sure. What is it?"

He didn’t sit down, instead pacing a bit before turning to face you. "There’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have said a long time ago."

Your breath caught in your throat. "What is it?"

He stopped in front of you, his gaze locking onto yours. "I’ve been an idiot," he said, his voice low and rough. "I’ve kept my distance because… well, because I’m no good for you. But last night made me realize something. I can’t keep ignoring how I feel."

Your heart raced as his words sank in. "Logan…"

He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. "I like you, okay? I’ve liked you for a long time. But I didn’t think I deserved you. Still don’t, if I’m being honest. But if you’ll have me… I’d like to take you out. On a real date."

You stared at him, stunned. "You… you want to go out with me?"

He nodded, looking more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him. "Yeah. I do."

A smile slowly spread across your face, your heart swelling with joy. "I’d love to, Logan."

He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Tonight, then?"

"Tonight sounds perfect," you replied, feeling a warmth spread through you that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

As he turned to leave, you couldn’t help but call after him. "Logan?"

He stopped and looked back at you, a questioning look in his eyes.

"You knew, didn’t you? Last night… you were…"

Logan looked away for a moment, then nodded slowly, the weight of his admission hanging in the air. "Yeah," he said, his voice gruff but honest. "I was there. I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a while now… more than you probably realize."

Your heart fluttered at the realization, a mix of emotions swirling inside you—relief, warmth, and a touch of amusement. "So you’re Wolverine," you said, more of a statement than a question. "I should’ve known."

Logan met your gaze, his expression softening. "I didn’t want you to find out like that. But when I saw those guys…" His voice trailed off, the thought of what could have happened left unspoken.

You took a step closer to him, feeling a newfound connection now that the truth was out. "Thank you for being there," you said, your voice gentle. "For always being there, even when I didn’t know it."

He nodded, the intensity in his eyes softening further. "I’ll always be there, if you want me to be."

A small smile tugged at your lips. "I do, Logan. I really do."

The two of you stood there, the unspoken understanding between you solidifying into something more. Logan’s hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, the touch both tender and reassuring. "So, tonight?" he asked, his voice tinged with hope.

You nodded, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Tonight."

Logan smiled—a rare, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. "I’ll see you then."

As he turned to leave, you felt a surge of excitement for what was to come. For the first time in a long while, the future felt bright, full of possibilities you hadn’t dared to imagine.

But just as Logan reached the door, you couldn’t resist adding one more thing. "Logan?"

He paused, turning back to face you, his expression curious.

"You know, I’ve always thought you were pretty amazing. Claws and all."

A chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he shook his head with a grin. "And here I was, thinking I had to hide that part of me."

You shrugged playfully. "Turns out, I like you just the way you are."

Logan’s smile grew, and for a moment, you could see the walls he’d built around himself starting to crumble. "I’ll remember that."

And with that, he left, the door closing softly behind him. As you stood there, your heart full of anticipation and a sense of peace, you knew that tonight would be the start of something new—something real and wonderful, with Logan by your side

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aismoker · 2 months ago

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I really love your stories! I was wondering though, as related to your stories, do you think two people can be in love and assimilated (e.g. can two people be in love before being assimilated, force the other to be assimilated and remain in love; or fall in love after assimilation) or those two concepts mutually exclusive (e.g. the power of Marlboro is too great or more powerful, or the very act of assimilation removes individuality so that love cannot exist except to serve)?

Thank you so much! I am really glad you like my stories. To answer your question, I will tell you what happened to a couple of friends of a friend of mine.

They were called Mark and Tristan, both in their early thirties. They became a couple about 8 years ago and they were still very much in love. Their love was a special one, that increased over time. Everything was perfect.

One day, Mark came back home from a business trip. When he arrived home, he noticed something amiss. He had thought his boyfriend would be at work, but it seemed that he was at home. Was he sick? Or had he taken a day off to surprise him?

"Tristan? Are you home?"

No reply. Mark put his suitcase down and walked through the house. When he reached the bedroom, he smelled something. Was it cigarette smoke? Tristan smoked sometimes at parties, but never inside their home. Mark opened the door. Smoke streamed out of the room, engulfing him. Mark coughed a bit. He was okay with Tristan smoking occasionally, but he didn't fancy it. He looked inside the room, but the smoke was too thick. "Tristan?" No answer, but Mark heard a rhytmical, squeaking sound. He was anxious. What was going on? He stepped into the bedroom. The smoke seemed to close in behind him.

Through the smoke, he saw a red glow. He walked, no, waded, through the smoke. As he came closer. He saw it was the computer screen. Behind it sat a man. "Tr... Tristan?" No reaction. As he came closer, he noticed, that the figure was smoking a cigarette. He was wearing a shiny suit of some sort and his shaved head was equally shiny. He was sitting behind the conputer, staring at a screen filled with red binary code. Mark saw where the squeaking sound came from. The man was working his cock. Mark was so confused, but at the same time mesmerized by the sight of it. He then suddenly noticed, that he was looking at his boyfriend.

"Tristan! What happened to you?" he screamed. Tristan didn't react. He kept smoking and staring at the screen, as if he was in a trance. Marc walked toward his boyfriend. Worries were racing through his mind. He put his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders and shook, but Tristan didn't move a muscles. He stood there for a moment, thinking what he could do. He then suddenly noticed his hands tingling. He took them from Tristan's shoulders and looked at them. They were covered in a black shiny goo, looking not unlike the uniform his boyfriend was wearing.

Tar.

He didn't know where that thought came from, but he didn't question it, nor was he alarmed by it. He looked at in fascination and played with it in his hands, until they were completely covered. The tingling feeling was actually quite pleasant.

All the while he was staring at his hand, he saw the binary code on the screen, constantly changing. He shifted his attention to it. He couldn't make any sense of the zeros and ones moving on the screen, yet he kept looking, mesmerized. He knew he had to.

As he stood there, Marc lost all sense of time. He just just stood there and watched the screen. The zeros and ones had completely captivated him. He somehow started to understand what it was saying.

"... You want to embrace. You want to surrender. You want to serve. You are a Marlboro drone. Marlboro is pleasure. Marlboro is bliss. Marlboro is perfection. You are a Marlboro drone. Embrace Marlboro. Surrender to Marlboro. Become one with Marlboro. You are a Marlboro drone. You love Marlboro. You desire Marlboro. You want to be Marlboro. You are a Marlboro drone. There is nothing but Marlboro. Fill yourself with Marlboro. Be Marlboro..."

The words started to fill Marc's head. It was as if the words were slowly being downloaded into his mind, pressing his own thoughts away. It was a strange sensation, but Marc wasn't scared. He somehow knew it had to be this way.

Suddenly he felt a tingling feeling around his crotch. He looked down. He should have gasped, but he didn't. He just smiled as he saw what it was. Without realizing it, he had opened his pants and had started to caress his cock. The tar on his hands had attached itself on his cock. He looked at it in admiration. It was so beautiful, so shiny black and at least twice as large as his cock used to be. A thought took hold in his head. This isn't a cock. Marlboro drones don't have cocks. This is a tar-dispenser. He smiled. Yes, Marlboro drones have tar-dispensers. He looked back at the screen, still caresing his tar-dispenser. He felt hownthebtingling feeling started to spread over his legs. The dronification was in progress. He smiled.

He suddenly felt two hands on his shoulders, taking him a moment out of his trance. "Tristan...", Marc's voice lingered in the smoke-filled air.

As he felt back into his trance, a part og him was wondering why he had uttered that word. Tristan? He didn't seem to know that word. Then a small voice in his head told him that it was the name of his boyfriend, the man standing behind him. No, this wasn't Tristan. This was a Marlboro drone. Nameless. It was here to accelerate the dronification.

With that thought, he felt how the drone's tar dispenser started to enter him. At first it was hard, but as the drone's tar dispenser started to coat his inside, it was as if his hole started to adapt to the it, like it was becoming a perfect fit. Marc leaned into the drone's arm, feeling the cold tar of its suit slowly covering his own and smelling that wonderful Marlboro smoke.

The drone started to move its hips rhytmically, mechanically. There was no love or tenderness. Marc knew that the drone was doing its job, accelerating the dronification process. As the drone continued, Marc kept staring at the screen. There was nothing else it could do. There was nothing else it wanted to do. It wanted to be a Marlboro drone and soon it would be one. It felt the tingling feeling spread all through its body. It knew the tar was changing it. Upgrading it. Purifying it.

After an hour, it felt the dronification was almost completed. The other drone felt it too. He brought a Marlboro to the lips of the new drone. The drone opened its mouth and accepted the cigarette. It lit the cigarette mechanically and took a deep inhale. As the smoke entered its body, the tingling feeling throughout its body changed. It was as if every cell in its body was cheering in joy, emitting bliss. It was incomprehensible. It was overwhelming, like a wave washing over the beach, sweeping the last remnants of thoughts and individuality away. It took a second drag. It felt its tar dispenser activate. At first, white goo came out in shots, but with each shot the goo turned darker, until pure tar was coming out of it. It had been purified.

The other drone pulled its tar-dispenser out. Its job was done. It lit up a fresh cigarette and it felt the bliss wash over it. It then turned around and left the apartmwnt. The new drone followed it. Without saying a word they went both in a different direction. They didn't know if they would ever see each other again. They didn't think about that and didn't care. They were Marlboro drones. They were like fingers of the same hand. They were one. They were Marlboro.

#smoking men #ai smoke #cigarette #marlboro #story

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awkward-walking-potato · 5 months ago

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Courting Death

What happens when Wade falls in love with death

Like always my requests are open!

Wade Wilson, otherwise known as Deadpool, was no stranger to death. He’d flirted with it more times than he could count, had danced on the edge of oblivion with a reckless grin, and come back every time with a joke on his lips. But this—You—was different.

You weren’t just any mutant. You were the embodiment of death itself, a living, breathing force of nature. The air around you seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy, the kind that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Where you went, shadows followed, and people whispered your name with a mix of fear and awe.

But Wade? Wade was obsessed.

It had started innocently enough—well, as innocent as anything involving Deadpool could be. The first time he saw you, you were effortlessly taking down a group of mercenaries who had foolishly tried to ambush you. They never stood a chance. You moved through them like a ghost, your touch sending them into a deep, eternal sleep. Wade had watched from the shadows, his heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with fascination.

“Holy chimichangas, you’re beautiful,” he had muttered under his breath, watching you with wide eyes as you dispatched the last of your attackers.

And then you had turned to him, your gaze locking onto his as if you had known he was there the whole time. Your eyes were deep, endless pools of darkness, but there was something captivating about them, something that pulled him in despite every instinct telling him to run.

“Shouldn’t you be running by now?” you asked, your voice smooth, almost melodic.

Wade grinned beneath his mask, stepping out of the shadows with his hands raised in mock surrender. “Why would I do that when I’m looking at the most gorgeous thing to ever walk the Earth?”

You tilted your head, intrigued but unimpressed. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere with me, Deadpool.”

“Oh, I don’t expect it to, sweetheart,” Wade replied, sauntering closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop trying.”

And that was how it began—Deadpool, the Merc with a Mouth, courting Death herself.

To say that Wade was persistent would be an understatement. He followed you wherever you went, popping up in the most unlikely places with his usual irreverent charm. Whether you were in the middle of a mission or simply trying to enjoy a rare moment of peace, there he was, with a quip and a grin.

“Hey, beautiful, need a hand?” he’d ask, even if you were effortlessly handling a situation that would leave most others quaking in their boots.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” you’d reply, your tone more amused than annoyed.

“Nah,” he’d say with a wink. “Stalking Death is my full-time job now. Pretty sweet gig, if you ask me.”

Despite yourself, you found Wade’s attention… intriguing. Most people recoiled from you, their instincts screaming at them to stay away. But Wade was different. He was drawn to you, not in spite of what you were, but because of it. His obsession wasn’t just with the idea of death—it was with you

One night, after a particularly grueling mission, you found yourself sitting on the rooftop of a dilapidated building, the city sprawled out beneath you. The air was cool, the night quiet—a perfect moment to be alone with your thoughts.

Or at least, it would have been, if Wade hadn’t suddenly plopped down beside you with a contented sigh.

“Beautiful night, huh?” he said, leaning back on his hands and staring up at the stars.

You glanced at him, one eyebrow raised. “Don’t you ever get tired of this?”

Wade shrugged, his eyes twinkling behind his mask. “Tired of what? Spending time with the most fascinating woman in the world? Not a chance.”

“You know what I am,” you said, your voice softer, more serious than usual. “You know what happens to people who get too close to me.”

Wade turned to look at you, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Yeah, I know. But here’s the thing, doll—I’m not like most people. I can’t die. Well, I can, but I won’t stay that way for long. So, really, I’m the perfect guy for you.”

You frowned, a flicker of frustration crossing your features. “This isn’t a joke, Wade. You should be careful.”

“I am careful,” Wade replied, reaching out to take your hand in his gloved one. “I’m careful not to let you out of my sight. Besides, you and I… we’re not so different. We’ve both seen what’s on the other side. We’ve both danced with death. The only difference is, you are Death, and I gotta say, you wear it well.”

You sighed, but there was a faint smile on your lips, despite your best efforts to remain aloof. There was something about Wade that was impossible to resist. His relentless charm, his unshakeable optimism in the face of everything, even his obsession with you—it all made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Why me?” you asked quietly, turning your gaze to the city below. “Why are you so fixated on me?”

Wade was silent for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was softer, more sincere. “Because I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life. I’ve been through a lot of it too. And in all that time, I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re powerful, sure. Terrifying, definitely. But you’re also… lonely. And I know what that’s like.”

You looked at him, surprised by the depth of his words.

“I figure, if anyone understands me, it’s you,” Wade continued, his tone almost wistful. “And maybe, just maybe, I can understand you too.”

For a long moment, you just stared at him, searching his eyes for any sign that this was all just another joke. But all you saw was sincerity, an honesty that was rare in anyone, let alone someone like Wade Wilson.

“Maybe you’re right,” you said finally, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Wade grinned, his usual exuberance returning. “Damn right, I’m right. Now, what do you say we go get some chimichangas and make this a proper date?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, a sound that surprised even you. “You’re impossible, Wade.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” he quipped, standing up and offering you his hand.

And maybe you did. Maybe, in the madness of Wade’s obsession, you’d found something you hadn’t even known you were looking for—someone who saw you, not as a monster or a force to be feared, but as a person, someone worth knowing.

As you took his hand, letting him pull you to your feet, you realized that maybe there was more to life—and death—than you had ever imagined.

#deadpool imagine #deadpool x reader #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson #wade wilson x reader #deadpool oneshot #marvel imagine #x men imagine

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luminecent-sky · 7 months ago

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Divinely ordained

A/n: yes this is for my birthday, i mean it's also sagau sooo

I did not finish neuvi's part, feel free to request more

Diluc

Did… did he just hear you right? He's your favorite?

His heart soars, he feels warm and giddy, like a hearth giving warmth to a home, it's almost too much, to hear the words again falling from your lips, reaffirming your earlier statement, before he jolted, wilting like a flower deprived of sunlight. Hadn't you once abhorred him? Ignored him for some petty reason after he had caught that glimmering golden star in his hand.

To gaze upon your flustered visage as you admit how petty and immature it had been to be angry at him for such a trivial thing… he thinks it was all worth it. Every bit of suffering and pain, the scars that marr his form, all for your gaze, your attention.

Keep looking at him like that, with that flustered gaze and those apologetic words,

Keep looking at him.

He puts a hand to block his face, hoping that the blush on his cheeks isn't that obvious —it clearly isn't working, his whole face is almost as red as his hair— that he isn't looking like a fool in front of his deity.

Both of you are just staring, tension building as the silence goes on for longer than either of you would like,

You break first, a nervous chuckle bubbling from your throat as you approach, holding his face gently, repeating yourself.

"I- i guess i can stop hating you for that… you are my favorite after all."

Ayaka

She may just die here, held in your embrace as the sun bears down on you both.

A light blush creeps its way onto her pale skin, obscured by her fan while she tries to wade through the thoughts flooding her mind.

She always knew of your favor towards her, evident in the blessings and artifacts she was bestowed with. All she is, and will ever become is for her deity. And this blatant admittance is something she will treasure forever, like the first and last falling petals of the sakura trees.

So please, if it isn't much of a bother… Please keep telling her that, keep speaking in that lovely voice, those utterly captivating words that even the Archons would beg and grovel for.

If only time could stop at this very moment.

Keep talking, keep those words of praise flowing from your divine mouth, and allow her to bask in it.

It's all she needs, all she's ever craved. What else was there in life to achieve now that she holds your favour?

You move to repeat your words, letting them wash over her like the cool stream water.

Her worries seem so far away now, all her duties pushed to the side for something that has now become a routine.

The people of inazuma can wait just this once, she has given her all to her duty, her family and the nation.

Rest has never been more alluring than now.

“...i think we can rest for just a little longer, no?”

Alhaitham

He must be dreaming, he muses, relishing in the way your breath fans his face.

After all, how else could he justify your sleepy murmurs, the serene declaration of the obvious favouritism he had witnessed directed only at him.

His day had been too good to be true, he thinks.

Kaveh had not woken him up with the usual clamour, in fact, the blonde was asleep, not in a hangover way, but honest to god asleep.

His work was also light, even if he barely did much anyways. It seemed like the universe itself decided to smile upon him and give him this.

And then he was summoned, aparently you had decided that perusing through the house of daena and looking through old tomes and various stories was the retinue for the day.

He never imagined that you would be quite interested in the old books, but as the scribe and only available person that day — never mind the fact that you had asked for him, he would never know — he supposed that his work was light enough that he could help you.

But here the both of you were, in a private room, with bookes piled up to your noses and your sweet whispers gracing his ears.

The library's curfew could be broken, just for once, just for you, he hummed,

After all who would question the creator on why they were here so late anyway?

Hours would pass and he would just sit there, admiring your face.

“I- uhh i didn't say anything embarrassing while i slept right?”

#writings from the cosmos: genshin #sagau #genshin impact #genahin ayaka #genshin diluc #genshin al haitham #ayaka x reader #al haitham x reader #diluc x reader

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maybe-im-dark · 27 days ago

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The river

The apartment was dimly lit, the soft golden glow of a lamp the only source of light. Wade was sprawled out on their battered couch, fiddling with one of his katanas, balancing it precariously on his index finger. He hummed a tune—something vaguely off-key—and waited for Logan to finish whatever mysterious thing he was doing in the other room.

“Wolvie, if you’re secretly building a time machine back there, I call dibs on punching Hitler first,” Wade called out, his voice echoing through the small space. “Second dibs on stealing his mustache.”

“Shut up, Wade,” Logan grunted from behind the closed bedroom door.

Wade smirked, leaning his head back against the couch. “Fine, fine, keep your secrets, my furry little enigma.”

Minutes passed. Wade was seconds away from tearing apart an old magazine for fun when the door creaked open. He turned his head, expecting Logan’s usual gruff irritation, but instead, his jaw dropped. Logan stood there, an acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder, the faintest hint of nerves flickering in his hazel eyes.

“Whoa,” Wade said, sitting up straight. “Did I hit my head again? Or are you about to serenade me?”

Logan rolled his eyes but couldn’t quite suppress the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“Oh, but it’s a huge deal!” Wade crowed, scooting to the edge of the couch. “I didn’t know you played, you sneaky bastard. This is, like, the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for me. And yes, that includes that time you dragged me out of a burning building.”

Logan shook his head, settling into the chair across from Wade. “Don’t get used to it. Just…figured you’d shut up for five minutes if I gave you somethin’ else to focus on.”

“Aw, you do care,” Wade teased, but his tone was softer now, less biting.

Logan adjusted the guitar strap, his fingers brushing over the strings. He plucked a few chords, testing the tuning. Wade fell silent, his eyes wide and bright with curiosity. Logan cleared his throat, a rare flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before he began.

“I go, I go

Walking south by the river...

I’m told, I’m told

I’ll find gold by the river…”

Logan’s voice was rough, deep, but steady. It carried the weight of years, of loss and longing, and Wade found himself leaning forward, utterly captivated. The soft strumming of the guitar blended seamlessly with the raw honesty in Logan’s tone, filling the small apartment with a quiet intensity.

“So long, so long

My dear friends and hello strangers…

So shine, so shine

My sweet metal, please release me…”

Wade’s heart clenched at the words, at the way Logan’s voice seemed to tremble just slightly on “release me.” He didn’t say anything, didn’t move, afraid to break the spell.

“It’s time, it’s time

I hope my search will find an answer…

So wash, so wash

Wash that dirt from my treasure…”

The song carried on, Logan’s fingers dancing over the strings with surprising grace. His eyes stayed on the guitar, but Wade could see the emotion pooling there, the unspoken feelings he poured into every note, every lyric. Wade felt his chest tighten in a way he wasn’t used to.

“It’s hard, oh it’s hard

But I learn and I get better…

It’s hard, it’s hard

But I learn and I get better…”

By the time Logan hit the final chords, the room was completely still, save for the soft hum of the guitar strings fading into silence. Logan exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck as he set the guitar aside. He glanced up, only to see Wade staring at him with an expression he couldn’t quite decipher.

“Say somethin’,” Logan muttered, the tips of his ears turning red.

Wade blinked, then broke into the kind of grin that could light up a room. “Holy shit, Logan. That was… that was amazing.”

Logan snorted. “Don’t exaggerate.”

“I’m not! I mean, you could probably use a few lessons from yours truly, but—kidding!” Wade held up his hands defensively as Logan shot him a glare. “Seriously, though, that was…wow. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Yeah, well,” Logan grumbled, his voice softer now, “figured you’d appreciate it.”

Wade slid off the couch and plopped himself down on the floor in front of Logan, resting his chin on the arm of the chair. “Appreciate it? Babe, I’m gonna be telling this story for years. My man Logan, the guitar-playing, whiskey-drinking, brooding Canadian—also a total rock star.”

“Wade—”

“Nope, you’re stuck with this now.” Wade reached out, taking Logan’s calloused hand in his own. “But for real, thanks, peanut. That meant a lot.”

Logan looked down at their hands, then back at Wade, his expression softening. “Yeah. You’re worth it.”

Wade’s grin widened, and he leaned up to press a kiss to Logan’s stubbled cheek. “Damn right I am.”

The night carried on, the guitar set aside but the music lingering in the air, as Wade and Logan found comfort in each other’s presence, their bond stronger than ever.

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Full lyrics:

I go, i go

Walking south by the river

I′m told, i'm told

I′ll find gold by the river

So long, so long

My dear friends and hello strangers

Oh shine, oh shine

My sweet metal please release me

Oh my bodies soar, don't hurt no more

It's time, it′s time

I hope my search will find an answer

It′s hard but i keep on wondering how

My life could change for the better

You know i tried to get things right

Thought this would be the answer

So wash, so wash

Wash that dirt from my treasure

Oh this precious gold won't make me whole

Please, let me go

All i ever wanted was right in front of me

This life made me empty

I′ve got nothing left to give

How you hurt my pride,

You pushed me down to the ground

All you ever wanted was to hold me down

It's hard but i keep on wondering how

My life could change for the better

You know i tried to get things right

Thought this would be the answer

So I wash, i wash

I wash that dirt from my treasure

It′s hard, so hard

But i learn and i get better

Oh this precious gold won't make me whole

I go, i go

But it′s a long way to the river

And i can't find any gold

By the river

#wolverine #hugh jackman #deadpool and wolverine #deadpool #ryan reynolds #poolverine #deadclaws #singing #guitar playing #fanfiction #fanart #artists on tumblr #Spotify

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thelov3lybookworm · 2 months ago

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Daylight

Day 3: Daylight.

Summary: She's their salvation.

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Word Count: 967

Warnings: uhh koschei, trapped reader, no mention of yn tho, blood, war, ig thats it.

A/n: idk what the heck this is but i came up with it last minute lmao. i actually changed stories for today like 3 times before finally settling on writing this. i wrote this in like 1 hour, but i like it lols and i hope you do too!!

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ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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Frantic knocks and screams were all he knew.

They came from the locked door in front of him.

He stepped forward despite the resistance tugging at his skin, pulling him back.

She needed help.

The door creaked open, the sound loud despite the screams the lock held captive.

The restraints snapped, jolting him forward, and he stumbled in through the door, right into the awaiting arms of the darkness.

The screams intensified, then stopped altogether once the doors snapped closed behind him.

The creature seemed to draw closer, curious of the newcomer.

"Were you cursed too?"

And then she screamed again.

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Lucien jolted, his wide eyes swinging to unliving ones that stared him down, the dream that had plagued him for months suddenly making so much sense.

It had been a trap from the beginning.

And Lucien had been restless until he had figured out that it hadn’t been a mere dream but a vision from some higher power.

All his suspicions had turned out to be true except the fact that this higher power was not the mother. It was Koschei.

"There is someone trapped." Lucien whispered to Azriel, who stood with his shoulders tensed next to him. If somehow possible, he stiffened further.

"What do you mean?"

Lucien swallowed, glancing at Azriel and then Gwyneth who stood close to Azriel.

"The dream I’ve been talking about. I think it was a trap by Koschei."

Azriel took his eyes off from the death lord hovering over the dead bodies of martyred darkbringer and Illyrian soldiers alike, shooting Lucien a disbelieving look as blood ran down the side of his face.

"What is it?" Gwyneth questioned, noticing Azriel’s attention had strayed.

Azriel simply cursed, then turned to signal to Cassian, who ran over, the gash he had received from one of the undead soldiers on his shoulder bleeding.

"Lucien seems to think there’s someone trapped inside the fortress."

Cassian’s brows furrowed. "That’s impossible. The place looks like it’d disintegrate with one blow of air."

And he was right. The place was covered in moss, most of the pillars holding up the ceiling crumbling, the walls having collapsed into itself. The place looked as dilapidated as they came.

And yet, Lucien knew in his heart that this confinement was no ordinary one.

"Except it is possible. Vassa was confined in a similar setting."

Cassian paused, then nodded grimly. "We don’t have soldiers to lose, but one person can go and search. You’ll have to be discreet, or Koschei will kill you before you blink." He heaved an exhausted sigh. "Go."

Lucien hurriedaway, cutting down people he had just been sitting around bonfires with a few hours ago, now dead and under the thrall of the death lord.

It pained him to no extent, but Lucien was aware wars were no place for emotional breakdowns.

He had people to save.

With every strike of his sword, with every burst of power he used to blast away soldiers, more took their place. But finally, after what felt like hours of wading through carnage, he arrived at the entrance of the fortress and heaved a sigh of relief when no soldiers intercepted him again.

He made his way through the rubble, thanking the mother for making him graceful enough to shoot through the rubbish without losing his balance.

Lucien had given up all hopes of finding the door that appeared in his dreams after running through the same few hallways when he stumbled upon the carved, vine-covered door.

It was the exact same as his dreams, except the lock lay on the ground, broken.

Lucien wasted no time and pushed open the door.

"Looking for me?"

Lucien jumped, whipping around and coming face to face with the prettiest female he had ever seen.

"I- were you the one in my dreams?"

She blinked her wide, innocent eyes. "Your dreams?"

He swallowed. "Were you locked up inside?"

She nodded, smiling. "Yes. He lets me out at night."

He paused. "Why?"

Her smile faded. "I am not allowed daylight."

"Why?"

"Because then I’d have the power to kill him."

Lucien’s whole body froze over. But she continued as if nothing was wrong.

"Light fuels my magic. It makes me powerful enough to counter his death."

Lucien contemplated returning to the battleground with her in tow, knowing it would prove to be an upper hand.

"Will you help us?"

She nodded, uncertainty visible in her eyes. "Help you in what though?"

"Killing Koschei."

She stilled, then- "But where will I go if he dies?"

"I- I can take you to Day court."

Her eyes began sparkling. "Will I get to go out in the day?"

He nodded. "Of course. If you want, I can even get my father to make you your own lamp that gives off daylight."

She smiled. "Okay. Let’s go then."

Suspicion took root in Lucien then. Why was she being so accommodating?

"Why are you helping us though?"

Her brows furrowed. "Because you said you needed help?"

"That’s it?"

She nodded. "I like to help people. My mother used to say helping others is nice."

That was when Lucien realised. She had probably been locked up since she was a kid. She probably had no sense of self outside of what he was told to do.

"When was the last time you saw light?"

Longing seeped into her form as she glanced outside a nearby window. "I… don’t remember. I just know I would do anything to feel the sun on my skin again."

Lucien delved into the well in his chest the moment the words left her lips, and knew by the look on her brightening face that he was glowing.

Guess one good thing came out of being Helion’s son.

"Now come. Let’s go kill that bastard."

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lokis-army-77 · 2 years ago

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Satiate Me

Incubus!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 3998

The enticing and captivating singer of your friend's favorite band isn't what he seems to be.

Warning: 18+, Oral (f receiving), P in V, fingering, blood, biting, spit swallowing, squirting, multiple orgasms, manhandling,

The lyrics for the songs Eddie sings are from Breaking Benjamin's "Topless" and "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails, which I took the liberty of making the last line what it is for story purposes only.

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The club was crowded. Hot, sticky bodies were pressing up against one another in the darkness. Music played loudly from the speakers, some kind of dancing song I wasn't familiar with.

I could feel hands grabbing at me as I tried to wade through the bodies grinding against one another. Brushing them off I kept on, trying to find my friends. I had lost them almost as soon as we had stepped foot into the overcrowded, dingy place.

If it had been up to me. I wouldn't have picked such a questionable place to hang out, but it was Jess' turn to pick and her favorite underground metal band was playing here tonight so how could I have refused her? Even if I was coerced into wearing this skin-tight dress that left me feeling exposed.

The flashing strobe lights were disorienting. People's faces looked normal one second and practically horrific years next when the lights shone brightly on them. It made it almost impossible to recognize anyone.

The band would be starting any minute and knowing Jess would try to be front and center, I pushed and shoved my way to the stage. I still couldn't make out any of the faces of the people standing there so I waited, hands braced against the stage to keep me from being swept back up into the crowd.

The stage was almost pitch black. It was hard to see any of the instruments or if there were even people preparing to play.

Then with a rather startling flash of light and the shrill of a guitar, a spotlight had been turned on, and standing there, baiting in the harsh glow, was probably the most attractive man I had ever been fortunate to lay eyes upon.

The first thing I noticed was the fact that he had on no shirt. The spotlight almost reflected off his pale skin only being interrupted by the patches of tattoos scattered over his slim torso. My eyes followed one piece in particular, a fierce dragon whose neck and wings wrapped around the man's hip, and the tail disappeared well below the waistband of his tight leather pants. Or were they latex? All I knew was that they were tight and left almost nothing to the imagination.

Accompanying the tail was a trail of dark hair going from his navel down. I swallowed thickly wondering what could be below those very low-rise pants.

The thing which pulled me from my naughty daydreaming was the husky sound of his voice. It sounded like pure sex and I was sure it was making me feel some type of way. Flicking my eyes up to his face my knees almost buckled at the sight. Wild brown hair surrounded his head and his face, God his face, looked like it had been carved by Michael Angelo himself. This man rivaled the statue of David and if I were to be the judge, he would be the winner.

"Good evening ladies." The piercing cry of women's voices rang put through the room as he greeted us. I even found myself screaming as he peered into the now calmer crowd.

"Good evening gents." And just like the women, the men erupted as he spoke. It was like he had some kind of power over everyone in the room.

Then, he spoke again, mouth pressing up against the mic, muffins his speech yet making my ears strain to listen. "We're Corroded Coffin and we're here to give you a good time."

The lights on the stage flashed red, illuminating the three other band members standing behind the singer.

"What'd ya say, boys? Wanna give these nice folks a show to die for?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at his bandmates.

The drummer called out from behind his kit, "Hell yeah, Eddie!"

With that, the music started. It was loud. Louder than the music was when I had first walked in. Then it calmed down and the singer's voice, Eddie’s voice, came through. Sultry and captivating, it was like I was stuck in a trance

Fruit on the vine

You've got yours

I've got mine

Something in the way he was singing had my body moving.

Meat on your bones

They won't know

I swayed on my feet, body writing in the hot air as I let his voice wash over me.

I love your face

Just get away

I couldn't remember why I was here anymore, my friends a thousand miles away from my thoughts right now.

I'm on my knees

Fuck you, fuck me

I couldn't take my eyes off him. He had me trapped under a spell and I sure as hell didn't want to escape from it.

The show he puts on with his body as he sings makes my stomach flutter. The veins in his forearms protruding from his skin have me squeezing my thighs together. He was like a drug and watching him was only giving me the tiniest taste. I needed more. I need him.

The song ends and they go straight into another one. A faster pace than before. The room kicked up, and people began dancing harder but I stilled.

The singer's dark eyes were on me, practically boring into my soul. I felt naked under his stare like he could see everything inside and out.

He kept staring as he started to sing the words to the new song and even though it was raunchy and sexy and something I would never do, the words seemed to speak to me. They planted ideas in my head.

Thoughts of what he may sound like in bed filled my mind. How he'd feel pressed up against me. Whether he got as sweaty having sex as he did only performing two songs in the heat of a club. The thoughts themselves were enough to have wetness pooling between my legs.

As Eddie sang I could feel the heat of my body rising, my blood was boiling and flooding over. God, I ducking needed him and it hurt to be just a few feet away from him unable to touch him. And like he could read my mind, he began strutting his way to the side of the stage I was standing.

I watched, memorized, as he dropped to his knees his hand caressing down his body. He never lost eye contact as he practically crawled to the edge of the stage and took one of my hands in his. I almost couldn’t breathe as he sang the last words of the song.

I wanna fuck you like an animal

It was like he was speaking directly to me. As the music faded away, whether it was because the band had stopped playing or because I was genuinely too distracted by the hot man moving closer to me to even hear it, I began to move closer to him.

His hand slowly slid up my arm and came to a rest on my neck before he pulled me into him. Our lips pressed together in an instant and he swallowed the gasp I let out. He kissed me like he was hungry like he would devour me whole and I wanted it. I pushed into him taking what I wanted but then he pulled away and I could have sworn that in the dim light, those dark eyes of his had flashed red before returning to normal. I paid it no mind though, as I was too enamored with him being right in front of me.

He leaned in close to my ear, his lips soft on the skin there. “Meet me after the show.”

Words had escaped me and my brain stopped working. It took all the willpower I had just to nod a simple yes to him. He stood back up with a smirk and went into the next song, another sexy melody.

A handful of songs later, the exact number I have no clue they all started to blend together after he had kissed me, I was still standing in front of the stage. The crowd had dissipated, my friends still missing, and the music was quieter, at least from what it had been when the band was playing. I was supposed to meet Eddie after the show was over, but where, I had no idea. Staying put seemed like the best option and I was proved right when out of the corner of my eye I saw movement.

There in the shadows was Eddie, watching me like a lion watches its prey. Butterflies erupted in my stomach when I turned to him. He beckoned me to him with a finger, a smug look plastered over his face.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here.” He greeted, eyes roaming up and down my body as I slowly came to him. “You look good enough to eat.” He licked his lips.

Before I could even think, the words were spilling from my mouth, “Yeah? Then why don’t you come have a taste?”

“Bold aren’t we?” He laughed, hands finally grasping me and pulling me into his side. “Lucky for you, I plan on it.”

The walk out of the club and to the tour bus was quick and full of chaste touches. Eddie’s fingers wandered over the contours of my body, covered by my dress. I couldn't help the small moans which passed my lips when he would squeeze tightly at my ass.

It was quiet on the bus and the lights were. If I were less worried about getting dicked down I might have questioned where the rest of the band was, but that was far from my mind.

Eddie pulled me to the very back with him. I couldn’t see where we were going in the darkness but I knew we had arrived when Eddie’s strong hands pushed me down onto what I could only assume was a mattress. The sheets under my fingers were soft and the smell which wafted off of them when I laid my head down smelt intoxicating.

I waited for him to follow, yet he did not. I could hear his footsteps retreating only for them to come back seconds later followed by the closing of the door. The overhead light flashed on and Eddie was lit up in front of me. His eyes were dark, filled with lust and an urgent need, and like earlier during the concert, they seemed to flash red again. I paid it no mind once more, as well as the strange shadow he cast on the door behind him. It changed within a split second, the pointed horns, the spayed tail, and the bat-like wings morphed into the shadow of a regular man.

Shaking my head at the weird sight, I reached out for him. I needed him to touch me or else I might explode. He followed my cue and climbed on top of me, his knees on either side of my legs, his hands holding him above my head. He stared into my eyes for what seemed like forever before he surged downward and took my lips in his.

His hand grasped at my chin, fingers digging slightly into my cheeks, forcing me to open my mouth. He licked his tongue against mine before sucking it into his mouth. It was a strange feeling, one I had never experienced, and a little weird, but I didn’t care. I moaned out and writhed under him, my hands roaming the bare skiing of his chest and back.

Pulling away slightly, I looked up at him. “Please, touch me,” I whined, desperate to have his hands all over me.

He grinned and leaned back down to kiss me but he didn’t stay at my mouth. He crawled down my body and let his hands drag over my dress before coming to the hem and pushing it up. The silky fabric was smooth against my skin and in the wake of his fingers, goose bumps began to appear.

Eddie helped me sit up so he could pull the dress over my head and throw it to the other side of the room. His eyes widened at the sight of my breasts, nipples perked up as a result of the rush of cool air hitting them. Strong hands push me back down as lips begin to devour me.

The kisses started at my neck and slowly went down my body. Over my breasts and stomach to the waistband of my panties. Eddie took the fabric between his teeth, catching my skin as he bid down lightly, then he pulled on them. I watched in awe as he took them off with his mouth.

Taking my soaked panties from his mouth, he tossed them somewhere. His focus locked in on the center of my legs. Calloused fingers slid from foot to knee to thigh, massaging into the meat before they pried my legs apart. I could hear the loud intake of breath he took when his eyes spotted how wet I was, practically dripping down onto the bed.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He groaned out, tongue coming out to wet his lips. "Got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

I couldn't help but whimper. His words sent a flash of heat through me. "Please, need your mouth on me," I begged him.

Carefully, he held my legs apart and slowly descended onto my awaiting cunt. The first tentative touch of his mouth upon my sensitive clit had my hips bucking into him.

He forced my hips down with strong hands and continued to suck. The vibrations from the moans he was making pulled sigh after pleasant sigh from my lips. I felt like I was in heaven under him.

"More." The word came out soft and winded but he gave me what I wanted eagerly. His fingers are held tight on the plush of my hips, there are sure to be bruises there when we are done. He moved down over my pussy, lapping his tongue at my quivering hole. The pleasure he had already given me created more wetness.

I clenched around nothing, desperate for something, anything to be inside me. With a hum from him and a sharp gasp from me, Eddie pushed his hot muscle into me, licking at my walls.

Fingers reached out suddenly for his head of brown curls involuntarily. "Oh fuck… oh fuck Eddie." I pulled on the hand full of hair and he groaned loudly into my pussy.

His eyes slit up to me and he pulled away only a fraction of an inch to speak, "That's it, Princess, pull my fucking hair," then he was right back to it.

The grip I had on his hair was like a vice as I used it to grind onto his face. Eddie joined his mouth with a hand, shaping his tongue out for long, dexterous fingers. They were thick, stretching me out further than two of my own ever could. His went back to sucking on and flicking my clit all the while curling his fingers up into the spongy wall of my cunt.

He was building me up up up and I could feel the pressure in my lower abdomen growing and growing. I was getting closer and closer to orgasm and something in me whispered that this wouldn't be the last, it was only the first of many.

The soft moans I let out only urged him to stroke his fingers faster. The wet, sloppy sounds aided all the other factors which had me as horny as could be.

"Gonna.. ah.. gonna cum." I breathed and within seconds I was coming undone around Eddie’s fingers.

He didn't stop. Fingers moving at a blistering pace. He removed his mouth from my clit only to replace it with his other hand, rubbing harsh back-and-forth strokes over the swollen bud.

"Oh, oh, oh." I sounded like a broken record as my whole body tensed and I came for a second time in only a few seconds.

"That's it. Give it all to me." Eddie cooed, eyes racking over my body as he grinned an almost sinister smile.

Suddenly his hands left me, leaving me to crash back down to earth from a shattering high. My body was limp but I still wanted more. Thankfully I didn't have to voice my want as Eddie sucked dark marks up my legs and torso and to my neck before a hand reached down to undo the fasten on his pants.

Impatiently I waited, legs spreading wider of their own accord to accommodate him between them, chest pushing out so that he might choose to devour a breast, his hot tongue swirling around my nipple.

My body reacted to him in a way it had never reacted to anyone else. It was like everywhere he touched was on fire like the nerves in my skin were raw and out in the open.

I couldn’t see his cock as it was revealed from the confines of those tight pants, but I could feel the intense heat that radiated from it. It felt huge. Probably the biggest I had ever taken or will ever take, because honestly how was I going to go back to your average Tom, Dick, and Harry? I wasn't, this singer from my friend's favorite band was going to and already had ruined me for anyone else. I craved him deep within my soul and that craving was not going to go away.

Eddie snapped me out of the haze of my thoughts with a simple slap to my cheek. It wasn’t hard, just enough to sting and I moaned when it happened, low and animalistic. I didn't even know I was to that.

"You with me princess? Hum? You ready for my cock?" The way he said it sounded like he was talking down to me, yet it had butterflies erupting in my stomach.

"Yes. So fucking ready for your cock. Need it so bad. Please need you to fuck me hard."

"Mmm. Such a dirty little girl you are." Eddie hummed into my ear. I could feel the head pressing into the wetness around my pussy. He lazily dragged himself through my folds, teasing.

My breath caught in my throat when he hit my clit, concentrated there for a few extra seconds. "Please please please please please please," I begged. I'd never been so desperate for something in my life. "I'll do whatever you want just fuck me."

These must have been the magic words because within seconds he was pushing his fat cock into my cunt.

He let out a whimper, a fucking whimper, and it had me surging upward, connecting our mouths again. This kiss was ever needier than the rest, overflowing with desire and want. It was all gnashing teeth and less lip and tongue. I gripped his hair again a the base of his scalp, tugging it hard, earning me plenty of sharp thrusts. My other hand clawed at his back.

I could feel the flex of his muscles under my fingernails as they dragged across the skin. Bright red marks were left in their wake. If he was going to mark me, then I was going to mark him as well.

Eddie set a brutal pace with his thrusts, the head of his cock nudged harshly into me before slipping almost all the way out and plummeting back into my depths.

Throwing my head back, hair tossed on the sheets, I moaned. Deep and guttural and raw. I felt this pleasure in my bones. My legs latched around Eddie's waist and my toes splayed as the quick and enviable high crashed through me for a third time.

Still, he did not stop. Fucking me through the pleasure, chasing his own. His thrusts became harder, faster, unexplainably more. It was like my own ecstasy was feeding him. Egging him on, giving him more energy to ruin me.

Tears were welling up in my eyes as he fucked into me ruthlessly. The only noise I could make were tiny, sharp gasps. My body felt like it was from a different plane of existence, only being tethered down on Earth by Eddie hovering above me, his skin pressed up against mine.

Eddie moved his hand from the bed to my face, prying his fingers into the hollows of my cheeks as he had before, causing me to open my mouth wide. Then, with no warning, he spit into my mouth. “Fucking swallow.”

I snapped my lips closed and swallowed every drop, moaning at the taste of him.

“Such a good girl.” He hummed, pushing his thumb past my lips. I whimpered when he used it to press down onto my tongue.

All the while, he hadn’t slowed the rushed-paced assault on my cunt. My body was clammy with sweat as another orgasm began to build. With my back arching off the bed, I came, gagging on his thumb.

Eddie pulled out of my aching cunt, leaving me crying at the loss of his fullness. He grabbed at my body, manhandling me onto my front. Strong hands maneuver my ass into the air and push my head and chest into the sheets. In an instant, he was pushing back into my soaking-wet heat.

It was a new feeling, taking him like this. His cock hit deeper than I thought it possibly could. His hands grabbed at the fat of my ass, using the leverage it gave to push and pull me on and off his cock in rhythm with his thrusts. My mouth was hanging open, drool spilling out into a small puddle.

His grunts filled the air accompanied by the chorus of my whimpers and the percussion of skin slapping against skin.

A scream caught in my throat when Eddie reached around my body and began rubbing quick circles on my clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Eddie, please, gonna cum. Gonna cum so hard!”

I was only answered by more primal grunts from behind. Hips snapping into mine harder, fingers rubbing then slapping the sensitive nerves between my legs. It was all too much. The burn in my lower abdomen was getting hotter and hotter and the need for release was enough to have real tears falling from my eyes as my body began to spasm and writhe in pleasure. Then I was cumming and the dam released. Screaming Eddies name as I squirted all over my legs and him and his bed.

Eddie’s hand leaves my clit and grabs at my throat, pulling me up flush against him. His fingers tightened slightly, enough to make the haze of my mind grow. I could feel his hips sputtering, he was close.

His hair tickled as he leaned his head down, mouth sucking on the junction between my neck and shoulder. His hips fucked desperately into me, the steady rhythm from before disappearing. Out of nowhere a sharp pain permeated from where his mouth is throughout my body. From the corner of my eye, I can see blood dripping down my chest. Worry flashed in my head only to quickly be replaced with pleasure as I came once more. Cunt pulsing around Eddie’s cock as he came, pumping me full of cum.

My body was weak, limbs shakey from the strain they had endured as well as the major deplete in energy after cumming a hand full of times, with barely any rest in between. Eddie laid me down gently, mouth cleaning up the blood on my shoulder then kissing and biting his way down my back.

He pulled out and stepped back off the bed. I could feel his eyes staring at me, even if my own were closed.

“That was amazing,” I whispered, barely able to form the short sentence. “Thank you.”

Eddie chuckled. “Don’t thank me yet. I’m not done with you.” His fingers raked up my bare legs, making me shiver. “My appetite isn’t sated.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #female reader

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potofstewie · 2 years ago

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The things to know: AFAB! Reader, M. Masturbation, F. Masturbation, perverted! kyojuro, creampie (cant rlly call it breeding now can i?) kink

Pairing: Rengoku x Reader

W/C: 1.3k

A/N: I did a poll asking what y'all wanted to see once I finished my Haganezuka fic and my semi-joke option won (I was rooting for shinjuro but a pue). I didn't finish that one yet but I figured it'd be good to get this out regardless. Since this isn't your typical smut fic, I went a little extra with the details to make up for the lack of reader presence. Also for the folks that voted for Shinjuro...do you want head? ANYWAY ENJOY

Words/Phrases to know: Kakebuton - the duvet of a futon

This is submitted for @renhoeku's Rengoku Birthday Collab!

MDNI Banner by @/omiyours

Knit, unruly and thick dark eyebrows adorned the flushed and sweaty face of the Flame Pillar, incandescent and powerful half-lidded eyes trained on the ceiling, however he wasn’t taking in the appearance of the wooden beams. His kakebuton that was pulled just below his chin acted as almost perfect cover for the private, intimate act he was performing; his hand creating the puffed up lump in the covers that jumped at a steady pace. With a soft inhale, Kyojuro swallowed thickly, rehydrating his throat that was left dry due to his agape mouth. A broken yet barely audible groan escaped into the hot air of the room as Kyojuro felt slight shockwaves traverse through his muscular body; an early sign of the moment that was to come.

The Flame pillar never really did this, pleasuring himself in the dead of night while his loved ones slept in rooms nearby. But as of late, he couldn’t help it. How could he when all of his morning and night thoughts were filled with nothing but you; his body showcasing it in his underwear every time he rose and every time he crawled under the warm sheets of his futon. Your addicting scent, your captivating smile, your melodious laughter that made even the birds in the sky envious. Your eyes that were never empty; always holding copious amounts of emotion that made his flamed heart burn even brighter. Kyojuro’s hips bucked slightly upwards into his warm palm as a certain cherished memory entered his lust filled mind.

You came to the seaside with him and his brother one hot summer day; the cold salt water of the sea embracing you both while Senjuro stayed on land. It was merely by accident and Kyojuro didn’t mean anything by it, honest, but as he waded in the relaxing water he had lost his footing due to the strong pull back of the tide and collapsed onto you. The whole ordeal would have been nothing more than a simple mistake if it weren’t for the compromising position you both found yourselves in; his waist wedged perfectly in between your delectable legs, his muscular arms caging your head. Since then, that memory has plagued his mind almost every morning and absolutely every night.

An airy groan that was a bit louder than he had anticipated slipped from his throat as the image of you gazing down on him with a love filled look entered his mind.

“Shit..” The low spoken vulgar word slipped out in a sigh as Kyojuro felt himself sink into delusion. The ceiling seemed to disappear from his eyes as the imagery of you raising and lowering your nude body in time with his hand filled his vision. Kyojuro could no longer feel the callouses from his hand rub against his shaft, instead the once hard touch taking on a more warm and soft tone. Fiery eyes nearly blurred at the delusion of your breasts moving with every pump of his hand, his pectorals could practically feel the weight of your delicate hands. An almost mute moan passed through his lips as he imagined the feather soft touch of your lips peppering his neck with kisses.

As his flame colored hair stuck to his neck and forehead with sweat, another cherished and private memory filled his thoughts.

You were both on a joint mission, resting at a wisteria house for the night before continuing on your journey. Kyojuro had only passed by your room to reach his, however his silent footsteps stopped in their tracks when his ears picked up on your voice through the shoji. Straining to hear, Kyojuro’s owl-like eyes opened even wider once he heard the sweet little moans escape your mouth; soft squelching noise accompanying them. Kyojuro bit his lip as it fully dawned on him the intimate act you were doing, feeling himself get harder and harder with every whimper.

The sliver of light from your slightly open shoji landed on his face as he repositioned his stance, his eyes trained on the mesmerizing view before him. With your eyes shut and your exposed nipples erect, your body was splayed bare facing his direction however you were too lost in your lust to feel his presence. Your legs were spread wide apart and Kyojuro honed his sight onto your enticing cunt; the body part gaping open as your fingers danced and played with your swollen clit as well as sink into the wet opening.

He felt so wrong doing this, standing just outside the thin sliding door that separated the two of you, palming himself through his now undone yukata. But, alas, the tingling and warm eroticism of the situation overpowered his sense of common decency. A more primitive, carnal part of him wanted to walk in on you, to offer his help to the sexual predicament you found yourself in, but Kyojuro wasn’t too far gone to actually follow through with such a thought. Instead, he stayed there, exposed to the empty hallway for all to see his inappropriate actions. He couldn’t hold back the immediate release he felt when he heard your moans carry a more airy and higher pitched tone, hawk-like gaze drinking in the contractions your body did while your creamy nectar oozed out. He remembered how scandalous it felt, wiping up the wasted cum that fell onto the floor and quickly leaving before he was caught. He felt strange, thinking back, of the immense disappointment he felt knowing that his cum would’ve been better utilized if dripping from your cunt rather than pool onto the wooden floor.

With his other hand twitching as it rested on his abs, Kyojuro couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards as his orgasm traveled closer and faster. He would give anything to run his hands over the dips and curves of your body, to taste the flavor of your lips. His mouth practically watered at the thought of tasting the divine nectar that would ooze from your pussy as his rough hands found a home wedged in the fold of your hips, your legs resting on his broad shoulders. He wanted to sink into your warm embrace as he pistoned inside of you with fervor. He wanted to feel and see the plumpness of your ass ripple as he gave your gummy walls the rough and abusive treatment it deserved.

As if a giant bubble popped in boiling water, Kyojuro’s head craned backwards on his pillow as his orgasm finally arrived; restrained grunts rumbling from his throat. “F-fuuck..” Slowly and quietly rolled from his mouth as he relished in the uncontrollable moment. His eyes were screwed shut as he felt the warmth of his seed splatter and decorate his pelvis, drops of it traveling down his exhausted hand. His body twitched as the once restricting pressure that inhabited his body exited with force, his chest heaving with every hard breath that left his nose. Fingers from his idle hand ran through his messy hair before resting under his head as his other hand kept moving, trying his hardest to ride out the powerful orgasm to the fullest. With a labored sigh, Kyojuro’s eyes unshielded themselves and took in the disappointing view of the ceiling.

His thumb languidly traveled over his tip in a repetitive motion, absentmindedly spreading his seed on his sensitive tip as he sank deeply into his thoughts. He had to have you; to taste you, to fill you with his sticky, white cum over and over again. Of course, the lust that he had for you was merely a portion of the intense and passionate emotions he had for you. But when the noise of crickets filled the stagnant night air and sleep didn’t find him just yet, Kyojuro couldn’t help but imagine lustful images of you.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

Tags: @auraee @sulli1361 @wanderingfaee @kyojurosrealwife @comatosebunny09

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inevitablysomber-dark · 2 months ago

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Under The Radar 3

Dark! Steve Roger x Kiwi! Reader

Dividers by @Strangergraphics

Warnings:

This story contains themes of emotional manipulation, power imbalance, dubious consent, toxic relationships, and psychological control. It deals with difficult subjects such as forced dependency and mental/emotional abuse. Reader discretion is advised.

Description: Kiwi thought she had her life under control—until a chance invitation to the Maldives from her former friend pulls her into a web of manipulation and control. What starts as a luxurious vacation turns into a slow descent into captivity as Steve, the wealthy man funding her escape from reality, begins to tighten his grip on her life. Now trapped in a toxic relationship where affection becomes control, Kiwi must navigate a world where every decision is made for her, every boundary crossed, and escape seems impossible.

Is it too late to reclaim her freedom, or will she succumb to the life Steve has crafted for her?

Story Masterlist

I started to settle in more than I thought I would. The awkwardness from the first week wasn’t as obvious anymore. It didn’t happen overnight, but gradually, things started to feel less forced. Daily activities like yoga on the beach, lounging by the pool, and group dinners became easier. I found myself laughing more, sharing more, and getting used to the rhythm of this strange little bubble.

Sure, they were still spoiled rich kids, but there was more to them than I’d initially thought. While I wasn’t entirely convinced about Sharon and her sway over the group, it was becoming harder to see them solely as the superficial snobs I had first assumed them to be.

That morning, after yoga, I was ready to return to my room and have some alone time. But Steve wasn’t having it. “Why don’t you stay out here with us?” he asked, flashing me one of his playful grins. “Hang with the crew?”

Something in his voice made it clear it wasn’t really a suggestion, so I felt the need to give in and sat down on a couch in the living room. Steve wasted no time sliding into the seat beside mine, his leg pressing against mine. The closeness threw me off a little, but no one else seemed to notice or care.

I guess this was normal for them.

Sharon was still holed up in her room, recovering from whatever had her down. I worried for her but pushed it to the back of my mind. She had plenty of people to take care of her. I didn’t need to be that person.

To ease the awkwardness I felt from Steve sitting so close, I pulled out my phone and opened the book I’d downloaded the day before, hoping it would be a good distraction.

Steve glanced over his breath against my face. “Is that the book you were talking about?”

I blinked, a bit surprised he even remembered. “Yeah, this is it.”

“Nice,” he said, nodding approvingly before returning his attention to the TV. He casually placed his arm behind my head, resting it on the couch acting so casually.

I tried to focus on my book, but it was hard. Everyone was so nice and considerate of me, much different from when we were in university when they’d either be outright rude or ignore me. Despite everything, maybe this trip wasn’t so bad. Maybe I was just overthinking things.

Sharon was starting to act... off. By the middle of the second week, it was impossible not to notice. She was constantly tired, missing yoga three times a row, skipping meals, and staying shut in her room. For someone like Sharon, who thrived on being the center of attention and orchestrating everything, it was bizarre. And yet, she was barely keeping up with the group.

One afternoon, we decided to keep it simple and go to a beach nearby. I had already gotten comfortable in the sand, watching Natasha and Pepper chat while Thor, Peter, and Bruce waded into the water. Tony opted to stay on the beach and tan. But Sharon kept to herself, not saying much. But when I looked at her, she was pale, and I could see the sweat collecting at her temples. Something wasn’t right.

She stood, aiming for the cooler, stumbling along the way.

I stood up immediately, but she waved me off with a shaky hand. "I’m fine, just tired," she mumbled, but even from where I stood, it was clear she wasn’t. No one else moved to help her, not even Steve, who was just lounging, watching the scene unfold before him.

Seriously?

I felt my frustration spike but now wasn’t the time. I didn't want to let her collapse on the beach. “Do you need to sit down?” I asked, catching her just as she was about to lose her balance completely.

Steve didn’t budge. He just kept lounging, watching with his casual look, before he got up and headed toward the water like everything was normal. I clenched my teeth but focused on Sharon. Whatever Steve’s deal was, it wasn’t helping right now.

“Come on, let’s get you back to the villa,” I said, looping my arm around her waist to support her. Sharon leaned into me, too weak to even protest. I glanced back a few times, hoping someone would come around to help, but no one did.

Back inside the villa, I helped Sharon sit down and grabbed her some water. She looked rough, her face flushed, and her eyes half-closed, as if she were fighting to stay conscious. She took small sips of the water, her embarrassment evident.

“Thanks,” she murmured, clearly not used to being this vulnerable. For a second, I saw something past the confident, borderline cruel persona she usually showed.

I nodded, not saying much. Despite everything between us, I wasn’t the type to let someone suffer, even if that someone was Sharon.

“I’ll be fine,” she said after a while, waving her hand like she wanted me to go. But I didn’t leave right away. Something wasn’t right, and I wasn’t about to leave her alone, especially after Steve just... bailed.

I sighed, sitting there with her, knowing I wouldn’t feel right unless I saw this through.

Sharon was getting worse, fast. I tried to get her to drink more water, but she barely sipped, her words coming out all slurred and jumbled. Panic crept up my spine as I watched her skin turn clammy. And then, without warning, her eyes fluttered shut, and she slumped forward, completely out.

My heart leaped into my throat. “Shit,” I whispered, bolting out of the room like my life depended on it. I practically sprinted toward the others by the shore.

"Sharon needs help! She needs a doctor!" I shouted, breathless, my voice shaky, as my lungs tried to keep up.

Steve barely glanced up from where he was lounging. “Are you sure she’s not just being dramatic?” he asked, annoyed, like I was overreacting.

I grabbed his hand and rushed him back to the villa without thinking. When he saw Sharon unconscious on the floor, his face went pale. "Oh shit."

Finally. he rushed over to her, kneeling beside her, and placed his hand on her forehead. Bruce was close behind, calm as ever, entirely in control of the situation.

Bruce crouched next to Sharon, checking her pulse like he’d done it a hundred times before. After what felt like an eternity, he looked up, his expression serious. “She’s severely dehydrated.”

I shook my head, my chest tightening. “But she’s been drinking water. I’ve been making sure of it!”

Bruce stayed focused on Sharon but nodded. “Her body’s not absorbing it. It could be heat exhaustion or something else. We need to get her fluids, fast.”

Pepper was already on the phone with emergency services, and Bruce carefully turned Sharon onto her side, ensuring she stayed breathing.

“We need to cool her down,” Bruce added, glancing at Steve. “Get some towels soaked in cold water. We’ve got to bring her temperature down.”

Steve didn’t hesitate this time. He darted out, leaving me standing there, feeling completely useless. I hated being helpless and standing on the sidelines while everyone else knew what to do.

Bruce glanced at me, his voice calm and steady. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine once they get her some fluids.”

I nodded, but the knot in my chest refused to loosen. I wasn’t going to relax until Sharon opened her eyes again.

Sharon had been out cold for 16 hours straight. I stayed with her the entire time, only leaving once to shower quickly and change back at the villa. Steve was there, too, leaning against the wall. His usual laid-back attitude was gone, replaced with genuine concern, hopefully feeling guilty for ignoring Sharon's state.

When Sharon finally stirred, her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Steve. There was this glimmer in her eyes like his presence was some kind of comfort to her. But then she spotted me, and that glimmer quickly vanished, replaced with tears.

Medical staff rushed in to check her vitals, making sure everything was stable, but her tears didn’t stop. She turned to me, her voice shaky and almost resentful. "This must make you happy."

I blinked, completely thrown off. "What?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"You…seeing me like this. It must make you happy," she repeated, her words cutting deeper than I expected.

For a second, I didn’t even know how to respond. Was she serious? Then, as disbelief turned into frustration, I shook my head. "Never," I said more firmly than I intended. "Sharon, in all the years I’ve known you, I’ve only ever helped you. Every time." My voice softened a bit, but the truth in my words was undeniable. "You’re the one who’s thrived on watching me fall apart."

Sharon didn’t say anything for a while; she just stared at me with her lips pressed together like she wanted to argue, but something held her back. Finally, she sighed and sank back into her pillow.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, barely audible, but it was there, a reluctant kind of gratitude.

I nodded, but the air between us was thick, the tension still hanging. "You're welcome," I replied quietly, wondering if this little moment of honesty meant anything to her or if she’d just return to her old ways the second she recovered.

Two days passed, and things finally came to a head. I sat in Sharon’s hospital room with Tony and Pepper, chatting idly. Sharon still looked pale but was doing much better, which was a relief. She broke the quiet, her voice firm.

"I want to go home."

I glanced at Thor, expecting him to talk her out of it, but he nodded like it was no big deal and pulled out his phone. "Okay," he said, already texting Steve.

I was a little surprised. I mean, I figured Steve would push back or suggest Sharon stay a bit longer to rest up. I thought the medical scare would have him in protective mode, but apparently not. Maybe it did get to him, and he just wanted her home, safe and sound.

Maybe.

Back at the villa, Natasha and I helped Sharon pack. We were in her room, folding clothes and zipping up suitcases. It was almost too quiet, with this weird tension hanging in the air. I kept thinking about what Sharon had said earlier. Sure, she was always dramatic, but something felt… off.

Once everything was packed and ready, Sharon paused and gave Natasha a look, almost like she was sizing her up. Then, out of nowhere, she hugged me. And not the usual Sharon hug, either. This was tight, like she meant it. I was so thrown off I barely hugged her back. While we hugged, she leaned in close and whispered, “Be careful.”

I froze, unsure of how to react. I mean, what? What was I supposed to do with that? But before I could even process it, Sharon had already pulled back and moved on to hug Natasha.

“Take care,” she said to Natasha, sounding casual.

Steve was waiting by the door, ready to walk Sharon out like the doting boyfriend, but Sharon, true to form, brushed him off. “I’m fine,” she said, barely looking at him. She kissed him on the cheek like she was going through the motions.

“I hope you enjoy the rest of your trip,” she said, her tone neutral. But when her eyes flicked to me, I saw something else. Concern? A warning? I wasn’t sure, but the look stuck with me.

And then she was gone. I didn’t know what to think. Was I supposed to read into all that? Or was Sharon just being Sharon?

Everyone seemed to fall back into their usual routine in no time, but I couldn’t shake what had happened to Sharon. How quickly she’d spiraled, how fast she was just… gone. It stuck with me, swirling in my head while I sat in my room trying to make sense of everything. Natasha was sitting next to me, doing her best to comfort me, saying Sharon would be okay, I didn’t need to worry so much, and I should continue enjoying my vacation.

It eventually went quiet, and Steve was standing at my doorway when I looked up.

Natasha gave me a quick look, then stood without a word and left, leaving me alone in the room with him. He didn’t hesitate, walking over to sit beside me on the bed, his usual confident demeanor softened.

“The last few days were pretty scary, huh?” Steve said, his voice calm. “But at least we can all have peace of mind now, knowing Sharon’s okay.”

I nodded, trying to push away the uneasiness still clinging to me. “Why did you let her go?” I asked, my voice quieter than I meant it to be.

Steve glanced at me, his eyes soft but steady. “She’s not well, Kiwi. It wouldn’t be fair to keep her here, away from home”

His reasoning was precisely what I expected, but I still didn’t like it.

Steve stood, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet. “Come on, everyone’s going shopping,” he said, his voice warm and persuasive. “You should come. Take your mind off of all this.”

I hesitated for a second but then nodded. “Okay,” I agreed, letting him lead me out of the room and into the main area, where everyone else was already waiting, ready to head out.

Sharon was still on my mind, but if she was going to be okay, maybe I could try to enjoy the rest of this trip. It was what I came here for, after all.

A few days after Sharon left, I finally got a text from her.

–Feeling much better. Thanks for everything.

That was it. No long explanations, no dramatic thank you, just that simple message. I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. Knowing she was okay should’ve given me peace, but I couldn’t shake this odd sense of... detachment. The days here at the villa were starting to blur together, each feeling like the last.

Morning yoga, lounging by the pool, and fancy dinners were like living in some beautiful, surreal bubble. But I couldn’t help feeling like I was drifting through it all, like none of this was real, and I was just waiting for something to snap me back to reality.

Maybe it was because Sharon wasn’t here anymore. Or perhaps it was because I couldn’t help but wonder if things would change now that she was gone.

I don’t know exactly when it started, but over the next few days, Steve got a lot more comfortable around me, too comfortable, if I’m honest. It wasn’t just the casual arm draped over my shoulder anymore or how he’d guide me by the small of my back. Now, it was more.

One afternoon, after a long day by the pool, Steve came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me slightly off the ground. I squealed, surprised, but he just laughed and set me down, pressing a ‘playful’ kiss on my cheek.

“Hey, you!” he said, that usual charming grin on his face as if this kind of intimacy between us was completely normal.

I blinked, frozen in place for a second, trying to process what had just happened. No one seemed to care or even notice. Peter and Natasha were too engrossed in some heated conversation by the pool. Bruce was off somewhere with Jane, Thor, and Pepper.

What the hell was that? I thought. But I smiled back, brushing it off like it was nothing.

Another day, during a group hike, he held my hand the entire time, something he hadn’t done before. It wasn’t like we were lagging behind or needed help climbing; he just... held it, like it was the most natural thing in the world. I remember feeling that odd, familiar discomfort creeping back in, but no one said anything. Not Natasha, not Peter, not anyone.

Then came the moment that threw me off. We were all gathered outside around the fire pit one evening, laughing about something silly Tony had said, and Steve, turned to me, all giddy from whatever had amused him so much, peppering kisses all over my face, forehead, cheeks, nose, all in this overly affectionate, playful way.

“Steeeve!” I protested, trying to push him away, but I was laughing, shocked at the sudden intimacy. He was grinning ear to ear like a little kid, completely unbothered by my attempts to squirm out of his grasp.

“Come on, it’s just a little love!” he teased, finally letting me go, still beaming like he’d won some game.

I sat there, feeling a little off-kilter. What the hell was going on? Since when had we gotten to this level of closeness, and why wasn’t anyone calling it out?

I glanced around, half-expecting someone to call us out or ask if I was okay with it. But there was nothing, just more laughter and easy conversation. It was like this was normal, like Steve’s sudden affection wasn’t something to question.

I didn’t know how to respond to it, didn’t know if I wanted to respond to it.

After a wild night with the group, I practically stumbled into my room, still feeling the effects of my drinks. I barely remember hitting the pillow before I was out cold. The following day, this unfamiliar warmth was beside me, and I could hear the softest snoring in my ear.

I blinked, groggy and confused, slowly turning my head to see Steve, lying in my bed. His arm was draped over me, and he was shirtless. My breath caught in my throat. What the hell?

Carefully, I inched out from under his arm, moving as slowly as possible so I wouldn’t wake him. My mind raced, trying to remember if I had invited him into my bed last night. Had I? No, I couldn’t have. I didn’t do stuff like that. Or, at least, I didn’t think I did. But everything was fuzzy.

I tiptoed out of the room and into the hallway, my heart still pounding as I tried to make sense of the situation. By the time I made it to the kitchen, I was practically shaking.

Natasha was already there, casually sipping her coffee like any other morning. Like nothing was out of the ordinary at all.

I also bonded with Natasha in a way I hadn’t expected while on this trip. She started opening up more, dropping her usual aloofness, and I realized she wasn’t as hard to read as I’d initially thought. We talked more about life, and awkward moments and even shared a few laughs that made me feel a little more at ease while on this trip.

We sat together eating breakfast, and Natasha seemed more relaxed, telling me about how exhausting it could be keeping up appearances with their friend group, especially with Steve and Sharon always in the spotlight.

“I get it,” I said, nodding. “It’s like you’re always on, you know?”

Natasha smiled, but it was tired as if the weight of those expectations had never fully gone away. It made me feel a little less out of place, knowing that even within their circle, not everything was perfect.

We continued chatting about random things when I decided to ask the question that had been on my mind for days. “Hey, is it just me, or is Steve... I don’t know, acting different? Like, friendlier than usual?”

Natasha shrugged it off, barely looking up from her plate. “Oh, he’s like that with everyone. Real touchy-feely. It's just Steve.”

I don’t remember him being like that back in University.

I frowned. Sure, Steve was always friendly, but this was different. Before I could push it further, Steve appeared in the doorway, shirtless, his pants barely buttoned like he had just rolled out of bed. He looked at us with a grin. “You guys started breakfast without me?”

I froze as he bent down and kissed my cheek quickly, then moved over to Natasha and gave her a peck on the top of her head. She stiffened before reverting to a more relaxed position. She looked at me, her expression almost smug as if to say, See? Told you.

But I wasn’t buying it. The entire interaction was already so weird. Too familiar. Too uncomfortable. But I kept my doubts to myself.

By the afternoon, everyone had scattered to do their own thing, and the villa felt a little too quiet for my liking. Needing a breather, I wandered out for a walk, hoping the fresh air would help me clear my head. No destination in mind, just the need to escape for a bit.

As I strolled along the path near our villa, I noticed a man lounging on the porch of the neighboring property, casually sipping from an iced coffee. He caught my eye and waved me over with a lazy smile.

"Afternoon," he greeted, his voice carrying a teasing edge. "You look like someone who's just been subjected to one too many rich-people conversations. Tell me, how long until you snap and start throwing caviar at their faces?"

I snorted, surprised at his bluntness. "Oh, I’m, uh… actually with them."

I wasn’t wearing a uniform, but I guess my clothing didn’t look as fancy as everyone else I was with.

“Lloyd”, he introduced himself. He raised an eyebrow, eyes covered by sunglasses pretending to clutch his chest dramatically. "No! Say it ain’t so. You’re one of them? And here I was, thinking I’d found a sane person in this gated paradise."

I laughed nervously, unable to help myself. "I guess I blend in well, then?"

He smirked. "Sure, if ‘blending in’ means looking like you’d rather be elsewhere. Let me guess, they’re already planning which island to buy next while you’re just trying to figure out how not to roll your eyes?"

"It’s not that bad," I replied, though my smile probably gave me away.He chuckled. "Don’t worry, I’m not judging. I’ve met their type. The kind who consider ‘roughing it’ to mean forgetting their designer sunglasses. God forbid they experience a single unfiltered moment."

“Aren’t you one of them?” I asked. Crossing my arms. It seemed like he was here with his own personal Villa, so I had no reason not to believe that he was no better than the ‘rich kids’, I’d been spending time with.

“Only half,” he responds. “I lived with my mom in Brooklyn, New York, for most of my life, and Papa Bear decided he wanted to be a father. Turns out he’s loaded.”

I raised my brows, not expecting that.

He smiled, his mustache was almost endearing. “Well, don’t just stand there, come have a seat.” He pats the chair next to him, the invitation as casual as his grin. I hesitate for a second, but then the thought hits me—what’s the harm in learning more about my temporary neighbor? I needed a break from everybody else and it was refreshing to meet someone outside of that.

I step forward and sit, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and ease.

I wasn’t sure when my light flirting with Lloyd had turned into actual interest. Maybe it was his dark humor, or maybe it was just that he was so different from everyone else in my life, grounded. He wasn’t part of Steve’s wealthy, entitled world. It felt refreshing, something I didn’t even know I needed until now.

He leaned back, eyeing me thoughtfully. " What’s the story? How’d you end up with the royal brats?"

Before I could answer, a familiar voice called out my name. I looked up to see Steve, standing in front me with his usual confident grin, though there was something more possessive in the way his eyes clung to me.

"Lunch is almost ready," Steve said, not even glancing at Lloyd. "We should head back." He point over his shoulder to our villa.

I was caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone, but I quickly introduced them, trying to ease the awkwardness. "Oh, uh, Steve, this is Lloyd. He’s renting the villa next door."

Lloyd stood and offered his hand, smirking as they shook hands. "Nice to meet you. So, you must be the one keeping our girl here trapped in luxury hell."

Steve’s expression didn’t change, but there was a noticeable tightening of his jaw. "Something like that," he replied, his tone smooth but clipped.

Their handshake lingered a second too long, each of them standing tall, as if silently sizing each other up. Lloyd didn’t back down, though his grin stayed playful, almost like he enjoyed ruffling Steve’s feathers.

Steve’s turned toward me "We should go. Don’t want to miss lunch."

I barely had time to say goodbye to Lloyd before Steve was pushing me back toward the villa dropping his arm over my shoulder on the way there. As we walked, Steve leaned down, whispering, "You’re too sweet for your own good."

I frowned, confused. "What do you mean by that?"

He didn’t answer, just gave me a look that sent a small shiver down my spine, before we continued walking, leaving me wondering what had really just happened.

The drinks were definitely stronger that night. I could feel the warmth spreading through me, my head swimming just enough to make everything feel a little too slow, a little too blurry. The laughter around me was still loud and bright, but I was barely holding on. Steve must have noticed because, without saying anything, he stood up and gently pulled me to my feet, guiding me back toward the house.

I barely remember the walk inside. My body felt like it was made of lead, each step heavier than the last. By the time we made it to my room, I collapsed onto the bed, too tired to even think about changing into pajamas. I just rolled over, letting my eyes close. Sleep was right there, pulling me under, but something made me crack an eye open.

Steve was pulling off his shirt, tossing it aside with his sandals. His movements were casual, like this was normal for him, like he belonged here. The lights clicked off, and before I could say anything, I felt the bed dip beside me as he climbed in.

“Steve… go to your room,” I mumbled, trying to form the words properly, but they came out thick and slurred. I knew I should’ve been pushing him out, but I couldn’t make my body cooperate. Then his arm slid around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. His warmth was overwhelming, and every part of me knew this wasn’t right.

But I was so tired

My brain told me to fight it, to deal with him, but my body refused to move. I’d deal with this tomorrow, I promised myself. I’d give him hell in the morning.

For now, though, I’ll just closed my eyes and let the exhaustion take over

The next morning, I woke up alone, feeling groggy with a mild headache and my body aching in a way I hadn’t expected. For a second, I forgot Steve had been in my bed last night, but the room's quiet made me realize I was alone now. I groaned as I sat up, my head pounding a little too loudly, and all I could think about was finding some Tylenol and going back to bed.

Except I didn’t have any Tylenol. Of course, I didn’t think I’d drink this much on this trip, so I hadn’t packed anything for a hangover. I could ask one of the girls. Pepper seemed like the type to be prepared, but we weren’t exactly close, so I decided to go with Natasha. Maybe she’d have something.

I dragged myself out of bed and over to Natasha’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and soft music was coming from inside. I hesitated momentarily, not wanting to barge in, but I needed something for my head, so I nudged the door open.

And immediately regretted it.

There, in the middle of the bed, were Natasha and Bruce, naked as the day they were born and completely entangled in each other. My brain barely had time to process what I saw before I quickly closed the door, my heart racing. I stood there momentarily, holding my breath, praying they didn’t see me. The lack of any sudden movement or panic behind the door told me I was in the clear.

I shut the door as silently as I could, ensuring they had their privacy, and retreated to the kitchen. My headache still pounded, and now I was too embarrassed to ask for anything. I figured I could make myself some tea instead and hope that would help.

As the tea brewed, I searched the villa for any kind of pain relief—Tylenol, ibuprofen, Vicodin, anything. But I came up short. Of course, this fancy villa didn’t have any necessities like that. By the time I finished rummaging through the place, my tea was ready, and I grabbed it, deciding to take it outside for some fresh air.

I stepped out by the pool, hoping for a quiet moment to rest my head. But someone had already beaten me to it.

Peter.

He was sitting by the water, looking out at the horizon. I felt awkward, like I was interrupting something, so I mumbled an apology, ready to leave him to his thoughts.

"Don't worry," Peter said, turning his head to look at me. "You can sit with me if you want."

I hesitated for a second, but then I decided to stay. I sat across from him, sipping on my tea, and we fell into some small talk. Nothing too deep, just idle conversation about the villa, the weather, the usual.

But the more we talked, the more curious I became. My mind kept circling back to something nagging at me since I arrived. Finally, I couldn’t help myself.

“Whatever happened to Clementine?” I asked.

The moment the name left my lips, Peter’s entire demeanor changed. His head snapped toward me, eyes narrowing slightly. There was a stiffness in the air now, thick with tension.

I remember when Peter came to university with a girlfriend, MJ. But they’d broken up, and then there was Clementine. I remembered how inseparable they seemed, always affectionate, always together. It was hard to picture them apart, and yet, Clementine hadn’t been around this trip. No one had mentioned her.

I quickly added, noticing how tense Peter had become, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

The air between us hung heavy with the weight of my question.

Peter sighed and waved off my concern. "No problem," he muttered. Then, almost casually, he added, "She went crazy."

I blinked, unsure what to say, but he continued before I could ask.

“When we both graduated, I was supposed to start mentoring under my father, you know? And Clementine, she landed a job right out of university. Everything seemed to be going great. Then, I proposed.” He paused, his jaw tightening slightly. “She rejected me. She said she wanted us to be more ‘stable,’ which didn’t make sense to me because we were both financially secure. But apparently, there were other types of stability we didn’t have.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, the frustration evident in his voice. “A month later, she breaks up with me. At first, I just let it go. We were done, right? But then I started hearing these rumors about how she lost the lease on her apartment and got fired from her job. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. We weren’t together anymore. It wasn’t my problem.”

Peter’s gaze drifted away, his voice quieter now. “Next thing I know, I get a call from her parents. They were begging me for help. She’d ended up in a psych ward, and they couldn’t afford the treatment, and they made too much money for government assistance but not enough to cover her medical bills. So, I stepped in.”

He glanced at me, his eyes darkening with the memory. “You should’ve seen her, Kiwi. She’d lost so much weight; it was like she was disappearing from the inside out. I couldn’t just leave her like that. So, I took custody, her parents transferred her power of attorney, and Now, she lives with me at my place.”

I stared at him, shocked. I had no idea things had gotten so bad with Clementine. It was the complete opposite of the girl I remembered.

Peter ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “The thing is, she can’t talk to anyone else. I seem to be one of the only people she can communicate with. So, I’m careful when I bring others to my place. I don’t want to upset her.”

“Peter, I’m so sorry,” I said softly, unsure what else to say. It felt the wrong thing to say, but it was all I had.

He gave me a small, grateful smile. “Thanks. She’s doing better now, but... she still finds it difficult to leave the house. I’ve been doing everything I can, but I get pretty protective myself. Probably too much, honestly. I’m working on it.”

I didn’t know what to think. I hadn’t expected any of this. It was hard to imagine Peter caring for Clementine like that, to think of her in such a fragile state. The whole situation felt like a punch to the gut, and I couldn’t help but feel a wave of sympathy for him.

"You're a good person for helping her," I finally said, unsure what else to offer. Peter just nodded the heaviness of the conversation lingering between us.

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xdemon-mage · 2 months ago

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So, awhile ago you posted some yummies about Wade and what he'd do if his captive tried losing weight while under his control, do you think we can get any snippets of wade with a chubby/fat mc who's been gaining so much weight their oversized clothes are tight now? I gained a few pounds back because of how damn stressed ive been with. THE WORLD?? /LH so i ask for hot fat man revival if you can :3

You sit on the bed and shift a little, feeling how snug your clothes have become.

As you move, your shirt rolls up a bit. You quickly grab it and try to pull it back on yourself with some effort.

Wade suddenly walks into the room, his eyes immediately locking on you.

-I saw that.

-S-saw what? I just woke up.

-I saw you pulling on your shirt. Don't you think it's a little… too small for you now? It seems like it has been like that for some time, doesn't it?

-Yeah, I think… - You say, grabbing and pulling the shirt again, awkwardly.

He stares at your belly, a smirk forming on his face, as well as a slightly visible blush.

-Just a while ago it was a few sizes too large for you, and now? It struggles to contain that massive gut of yours. - He grins, still staring at you.

You look at Wade as he starts slowly walking closer in your direction.

-Maybe I could wear it for a bit longer? I mean… - You say, blushing, still trying to make the shirt cover you entirely.

-Hah! You're so funny Y/N! - He says as he grabs both of your hands, immobilizing them.

-You want to wear it a bit longer? Sure, let's see how long that shirt can stay on you.

You sit still, with your hands held in place. You look down at your belly, seeing how the shirt sloooowly slides up, undressing the most fattened up place on your body all for Wade to see.

-Hmm, it wasn't long at all. I wonder why? Maybe because your swollen gut started to take too much space? - He says as he lets go of one of your arms to grab your belly.

#ask #wade marcepan

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merakiui · 1 year ago

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Tell us more about Dr. Riddle and his captive pregnant wifey please!! Omg

Riddle has this delusion that you’re incapable of taking care of yourself without his aid. After all, he’s the licensed professional. He knows your body more than you do—at least on a professional level. He keeps you chained and collared to a metal support beam in the basement, and there’s a fluffy mattress for a bed. He feels immensely bad for subjecting you to these conditions, but the last time he thought he could trust you enough to bring you upstairs you nearly ran away. So for now you’re given fluffy sheets and pillows in hopes that it’ll provide enough comfort and soften you to this situation. Riddle doesn’t want to hurt you, but he has no choice sometimes, especially when you try to escape.

Still, it’s in a doctor’s nature to be patient and so he remains calm when interacting with you, even when you yell and struggle and kick. Sometimes he snaps at you, but for the most part he’s always sweet. Always smiling so adoringly at you, even when you’re crouched and shivering, too fearful to do anything but nod. You pick at your meals and he tries so hard to get you to eat everything on your plate. You need the energy. Don’t starve yourself; he won’t allow it. He sits in front of you and tries to start conversations as if everything is completely normal.

Inevitably, you’ll get pregnant. He wants a lot from you, and there’s no chance you’ll ever escape him. You’re trapped here; you have no say in the matter. Riddle keeps you just weak enough so you won’t feel compelled to squirm or hit him when he’s near you. It’s medicine, he claims, but you never know where medicine starts and when magic fades away. You have no clue if any of this is even a spell or the result of some prescription he thinks you need. During copulation, you feel so foggy and distant, as if you’re wading through a sea of smoke. Shamefully enough, you hate that it feels good. You hate that you cling to him when he’s making love to you, and it’s always so telling when you soak through the sheets with your slick arousal. How can you not when he’s whispering the sweetest things—things no one has ever told you before?

He’s even more of a controlling mess when you start getting symptoms, even more so when you start showing. He treats you as if you’re glass. Everything must be perfect; he can’t lose the baby. He can’t lose you. He drives himself half-mad ensuring you’re content and healthy, but with each passing month you only grow more hormonal. You’re so protective of the baby. Every time he attempts to get close to you, you curl in on yourself and hide your belly with the duvet or your arms. Riddle understands the bond between mother and child is a special, sacred thing, but please let him take your temperature, let him rub the oil on your belly, let him help you to the bathroom. You’re so stubborn, but he remains patient, scarily so.

Your wardrobe changes with each trimester. By the final few months, you’re swathed in soft, flowing, easy-to-remove nightgowns. Riddle seems to fall for you even more, if such a feat was possible. He loves you in spite of all the heartache you cause when you hide from him, protect your baby bump from him, insist you can do everything yourself. In between all of that, though, you struggle with your pregnancy libido. Grinding into your hand isn’t nearly as fulfilling as real, raw sex with Riddle. He smiles at you as he watches you try and fail to work yourself towards orgasm. Let him help; he knows you need him. You just refuse to recognize this yet and that’s okay. Your doctor always knows best, after all. He only wants to help you as a doctor (and lover) should.

Your child is raised in captivity. She’s a sweet thing, rosy-red hair like Riddle. But she has your eyes and so she’s the most precious treasure in your world. You love her to pieces in spite of everything. At first you refused to give her a name, as naming anything leads to inevitable affection, and you almost didn’t want to love her. But she deserves to be loved; it’s not her fault. You try to raise her, but it’s tiring with Riddle’s constant control. He never raises his voice at either of you, though, even when he’s frustrated. For that, you’re relieved. It’s exhausting to be a mother, but you’re determined to be the best mother for your little girl.

You hope to escape someday with your child in tow, but Riddle always has so many elaborate plans. He’s so organized when he pens all of the future goals he has for you and your child to be a good, happy family. And if you start to get just a little too smart and cunning for his liking, some medicine will provide an easy fix. That, or another pregnancy. Doctor’s orders. :)

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #tw: pregnancy #tw: baby trapping

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KDrama Year in Review 2024

Only a few KDramas took up residence in my unconscious (looking at you, When the Phone Rings) this year, but looking back, there were a good number that I found pretty solid overall and looked forward to watching every week! I’ve been pretty flexible about genre this year, but since I was getting most of my angst from CDramaland (CDrama Year in Review forthcoming), I tended towards KDramas on the lighter and/or otherwise more restrained side. There’s some flotsam and jetsam to wade through first, but here we go:

Disclaimer: Rankings based on my personal preference, not objective quality

15) Romance in the House (dnf)—Did not even remember I watched this. The premise was meh, the deadbeat dad was unlikeable, and it seemed like they wanted me to root for him to win the mom back (no thank you). Some of the actors were doing their darndest to push through, but it did not work for me at all. Dropped.

14) Marriage Impossible (dnf)—I like the two lead actors, especially Moon Sang Min (I really liked him in Under the Queen’s Umbrella), and they had pretty good chemistry, but they were underserved by the weakness of the script. Dropped before they even got together (alas, the gifs of their first kiss looked like great fun).

13) Cinderella at 2am (dnf)—Interesting first two episodes in which the FL takes the money of chaebol boyfriend’s rich mother in order to break up with him, but then lost all momentum from there. Another miss from Moon Sang Min. Pick better scripts, buddy! Dropped.

12) Love Your Enemy—This rom com is fine I guess? I dropped after about six episodes because there’s too much else on my watch list. The actors playing the two leads in the high school flashbacks were unfortunately much more compelling than the ML and FL as adults, which leaves the whole thing feeling unbalanced. I don’t know if it’s the actors or the script, but this one just did not land for me. Dropped.

11) Serendipity’s Embrace—Finished this mostly inoffensive rom com mostly out of fondness for Kim So Hyun and because nothing else was airing that I wanted to watch. Did not actually like that much, do not recommend unless you don’t have much else to do.

10) Captivating the King—Was very obsessed with this sageuk for the first half. Cross dressing FL out for revenge? Vengeful, unhinged (bisexual) king? Yes please! However, they lost me when the FL who was supposed to be Very Smart kept acting Very Dumb, so I got distracted and never came back to it. I do still adore Cho Jung Seok and it was fun seeing him play a darker role after most recently seeing him in Hospital Playlist, but come on! If you want me to believe your FL is a strategic genius, she has to act like one or have a very good reason why she’s not! Dropped.

9) Love Next Door—Hyped up way too much; totally understand why so many people dropped. Mostly finished out of goodwill for Jung Hae In and Jung So Min, both of whom I adore, and a much more magnetic secondary couple. Was ultimately a mid-tier rom com/family drama, though I probably would have liked it better if my expectations hadn’t been so high. Would still recommend if you have fondness for any of the actors, though.

OKAY now time for dramas I actually (mostly) liked!

8) Marry My Husband—Very much enjoyed Park Min Young, the rom com queen, in her transmigration revenge era. I liked it more when the SFL and SML were a sort of everyday awful that still managed to be soul sucking before it all took a hard turn into makjang territory, but still really enjoyable overall. I'm also still struck by the scene in which the FL breaks down after her (fake) bestie betrays her for a second time by sleeping with her husband. The feeling of betrayal she felt, even when she basically knew it was coming, was not actually lessened by that foreknowledge, perhaps because of the forlorn hope that maybe her friend *wouldn't* betray her this time around.

7) Queen of Tears—Kim Ji-won and Kim So Hyun were both fantastic in this much anticipated drama, and watching their relationship develop from married couple fully at odds with each other to ride or die partners was excellent. The ensemble cast also featured many of my favorite secondary characters of the year, including himbo brother and devoted daddy played to perfection by Kwak Dong Yeon and unhinged, excon, serial divorcee aunt played by Kim Jung Nan! Unfortunately, there was a little too much plot bloat and some unearned plot twists (amnesia, anyone?) and the episodes were all just too long (Writer Park Ji Eun really, really needs an editor, but I expect no one could tell her No after the success of CLOY). Still a fun ride overall, though!

6) Tell Me that You Love Me—(Started airing in 2023 but ended in 2024 and wasn’t available to stream in my area until 2024, so I’m counting it!) This quiet, slice of life romance was a very comforting watch for me. I found Mo Eun (Shin Hyun Been) a restful character to watch as she tried to figure out her life while trying to make it as a working actress while also falling in love with Cha Jin Woo, an artist who is also deaf. YMMV re: the ending (and I hear the JDrama it’s based on may be a bit better), but if you want a drama that’s soothing while still grounded, I recommend this one.

5) My Sweet Mobster—Had no expectations for this drama—in fact, I saw the descriptions and promo material and thought it would be a hard pass for me—but then ended up completely charmed by this goofy rom com that nonetheless took recidivism and the real challenges faced by excons to integrate into society after serving their time very seriously. Honestly, worth checking out just for Uhm Tae Goo as swoon worthy, deep-voiced, former mob boss Seo Ji Hwan—easily my favorite new-to-me actor of the year.

4) No Gain No Love—Again, I had no expectations for this rom com, but then ended up totally sucked in by Shin Min-A’s performance as Son Hae-Young, a successful career woman who has reached her ceiling promotion-wise at work solely because she is unmarried. Her insistence on not suffering losses even in relationships and her resulting conviction that that insistence made her unlikely to find a partner also struck a chord. My mileage varies with Kim Young Dae, but his turn as the convenience store clerk she convinces to fake-marry her was charming. Rom com tropes follow, some with more success than other, but the pointed critique of the gendered double standard many of the characters face made this one really land for me. Bonus points for Hae-young’s relationship with her two foster sisters, the only two of the many children her mom fostered to stick around.

3) The Midnight Romance at Hagwon—I know a lot of people had high expectations for this one and then dropped it when it wasn’t what they expected, but it ended up being a highlight of the year for me. I came for Wi Ha Joon in a romance, and stayed for the unexpectedly earnest commentary on what education is actually for, especially when it has turned into teaching children how best to win at taking a test. When the first big fight between the FL and ML was a yelling match about a pedagogical disagreement on the best way to teach literature, I was a goner. The thought of a former student showing back up in my life to seduce me at my place of work irl gives me hives, but I honestly loved this drama so much. Highly, highly recommend.

2) When the Phone Rings—I know I’m being premature by putting this drama so high on my list when it hasn’t yet concluded, but I CAN’T HELP IT, SUE ME. I’m so obsessed with this drama, it has taken over my dreams. Hong Hee Joo and Baek Sa-eon’s messy relationship is so, so fun, and I’m rooting for them so much. I do sometimes see the twists coming in this makjang thriller romance, but am still surprised often enough to keep me on my toes. Also, more red flag heroes please, Baek Sa-eon is so so fun when he’s being little extra unhinged.

1) Lovely Runner—Im Sol and Ryu Sun Jae had my whole heart for the entirety of this drama’s run. This is another one where the premise did not originally appeal to me—Im Sol going back in time to save her idol from dying is not at all sexy to me—but it’s another one where it took so many twists and turns that a non-spoiler description just can’t do it justice. Sol and Sun Jae had such good chemistry and were so ride or die for each other. I honestly loved that (spoiler) you go in thinking that Im Sol’s love for Sun Jae, just to learn that Sun Jae fell for her both first and much, much harder. Im Sol’s time travel shenanigans were never totally explained, but I’m just fine leaving it all a little timey wimey because I loved the journey so much.

Favorite Female Character: Look, I love a KDrama Lost Girl (tm), so it’s gotta be Hong Hee Joo (Chae Soo Bin) from When the Phone Rings for me. I love the balance between (spoilers) how adrift she feels in her personal life with how unhinged she can get when making calls with the mask of 406. I also love her artful use of sign language, especially when she deploys it specifically because she knows the person she’s talking to won’t understand her.

Favorite Male Character: If I was in my green flag era it would be Sun Jae, but since I’m in my red flag era, it’s absolutely Baek Sa-eon (Yoo Yeon Seok) from When the Phone Rings. He’s been unhealthily obsessed with Hee Joo for 20 years, and I love that for him. Also, I adored YYS in both Mr. Sunshine and Hospital Playlist, so seeing him play a character here somehow halfway between his polar opposite roles in those dramas is a real treat.

Favorite Secondary Female Character: I adored Nam Cheong Mi (So Joo Yeon) as the SFL in Midnight Romance in Hagwon. She started out *totally* out there in her quest to be hired as a lecturer at the elite hagwon for which the drama is named, and I empathized her total dedication to being a fantastic teacher that became more and more apparent as the drama went on. I also appreciated her growing friendship with FL Hye Jin. She refused to let herself be used by others as Hye Jin’s rival, even when it would have been really easy to do so for her own gain.

Favorite Secondary Male Character: A tie here for Baek In Hyuk (Lee Seung Hyub) as Sun Jae’s bestie and eternal wingman and SML Kim Tae Seong (Song Geon Hee), both from Lovely Runner. The delightful ensemble cast is part of what made this drama so strong, and the scene where these two were on screen with Sun Jae were some of the funniest. I also really, really liked Tae Seong’s unexpected friendship/relationship with Im Sol in each variation of the timeline, especially since he was the first person to consistently recognize future Sol as distinct from past Sol.

Favorite Ship (runner up): Look, I know I should just choose one couple, but it’s my list so I make the rules, and I’m so obsessed with Hee Joo and Sa-eon right now that I have to give them their own slot.

Favorite Ship: Sun Jae and Im Sol’s (in Lovely Runner) determination to protect the other even at the cost of their own lives takes the cake here for me. I also loved seeing Sun Jae recognize Im Sol’s feelings for him multiple times across different possible timelines, and always, always choose her. I was rooting for them so hard and they made my heart flutter so many times across so many timelines that it has to be them.

Favorite Secondary Ship: I ended up really loving the romance between spicy romance web novelist Nam Ja Yeon (Han Ji Hyun) and chaebol/her internet troll Bok Gyu-heon (Lee Sang Yi) in No Gain No Love. Seeing how these two went from true enemies to lovers was such a treat. I do some research on Webtoons in my professional life, so seeing this drama take seriously the toll that internet hate can take on creatives felt really profound (and pointed) to me, and seeing Gyu Heon realize how much harm he caused in trolling her so hard and figure out how to legitimately make restitution really resonated for me. Plus, the bonus episodes in their spin off, Spice Up Our Love, were a nice treat! These two are totally ready to carry their own dramas as leads, if they want to.

Favorite Platonic Relationship: I’m a sucker for friendships between women, especially for some reason when there are three of them, so the friendship/sisterhood between Son Hae Young, Nam Ja Yeon, and Cha Hui Seong in No Gain No Love was catnip for me. The way they always showed up for each other even if they didn’t agree with the other’s choices really, really worked for me. Ja Yeon and Hui Seong’s roles as Hae Young’s only foster siblings to stick around long term was really touching, though also bittersweet.

Dramas I Missed: I meant to watch A Virtuous Business, because who doesn’t love middle aged women selling sex toys? I still might, but that one will likely stay on the back burner for a while. I might also pick up Atypical Familyat some point, since enough people liked that one well enough for me to be at least a little intrigued. Anything else I ought to check out?

Non-2024 Drama Spotlight: I watched Link: Eat, Love, Kill at the end of last winter break, and it was such a fun little drama! It had that unexpected mixing of genres-- the perfect balance of romance, thriller, murder mystery, and magical realism—that made me love KDramas in the first place. I adored Moon Ga Yong as the ne’er-do-well FL forced to move back in with her mother and grandmother by her lackluster career, and her romance with the chef starting a restaurant across the street (played hilariously by Yeo Jin Goo) who, for reasons unknown, shares a psychic connection and can sometimes feel her emotions! Throw in a murder (maybe?) that the mom and grandmother help the FL cover up; a cold case; a fridge that somehow keeps ending up with a body in it; and unexpectedly sharp commentary on domestic violence, and you have yourself a winner, at least in my book. I highly, highly recommend checking it out if you haven’t yet!

Dramas I'm looking forward to: Idk I live under a rock and am happily surprised when fun dramas show up on my dash. I do like the Webtoon for The Remarried Empress, so hopefully the drama for that will be good? Not over all the articles describing this story as a "historical" when the plot depends on the ML being able to *turn into a bird*, so we'll see I guess

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