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kezzanza · 5 months ago

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EARNED IT.

Pairing: Jude x Girlfriend ! Reader Tags: Celebratory Sex, Established Relationship Word Count: 3.6k Content Warning: Smut, 18+ Jude celebrates winning his fifth trophy, the Super Cup, by fucking you.

Sex with Jude is amazing.

His strong body moves in harmony with yours, knowing exactly how to touch you to make you shiver with pleasure. His possessive gaze leaves no room for doubt or inhibition, piercing into yours, as if he could read your every desire and need. Each touch, each caress, each time he enters you, it’s as if he is claiming you all over again.

But after Jude wins a trophy, the sex is heavenly.

Jude strides to the edge of the pitch, a victorious beast of a man, his muscles rippling and damp with the sweat of triumph. He pulls you into an embrace, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he holds your body.

His eyes lock onto yours, you know what’s coming, you can see it in his gait, the way he moves like a predator—the rough post-win sex is as much a part of the win as the trophy itself.

You wouldn’t want it any other way—submitting to Jude after watching him dominating the game.

The ride home crackles with electric tension as Jude drives you back to his place. Every glance and fleeting touch hint at something known but unspoken between you. The air is thick with charged silence, each second drawing you closer to the inevitable passion you will share.

You step through the door of Jude’s luxurious penthouse, feeling as if the energy from the stadium still pulses through your veins. Jude, your boyfriend, the star of the game, is behind you, his presence a palpable force.

The door slams shut, and without a word, he spins you around in the entryway. The yellow light from the pendant above casts sharp shadows across his face. The warm glow highlights the contours of his cheekbones and the square jaw that had been clenched in determination just moments ago.

His strong arms, wrapping around your waist, feel grounding. Your heart races as his gaze roams over you. His eyes burn with a fiery intensity that surpasses the passion that you saw in him on the pitch.

“You've been my lucky charm tonight,” he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.

You had been there through every moment—caring for him after training and encouraging him before the game. Your heart had raced in rhythm with the roaring crowd as he helped his team to victory. Pride surged through you when he was named ‘Man of the Match,’ especially as you wore his jersey—one he had personally given you—with his name written on your back.

Now, here you were, alone with him as the city lights twinkle below like a sea of stars. You step closer, your hands reaching up to cup his face, feeling the rough stubble against your palms.

“You were amazing.” you say, your voice soft yet filled with emotion.

Jude’s gaze turns intense, his eyes locked on yours with a dominant, smoldering heat.

“I dedicated that performance to you,” he whispers, his voice low and deep. “You deserve a prize for all your support.”

His hands pull you flush against him, his body warm and solid against yours. His gaze is like a predator's stare, and you feel yourself being pulled into his world—a world of raw, unfiltered desire. He leans in, capturing your lips in a short, hungry kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

“When the whistle blew, all I could think about was you,” he confesses. “How I wanted to celebrate with you.”

Your heart races, overwhelmed by his words and the intensity in his eyes.

“I need you, Jude,” you breathe out. “I need to feel you.”

His hand is warm and firm as it wraps around yours, leading you through the entryway. You follow closely behind him, trying to keep up with his brisk pace, anticipation building with every step.

The kitchen is a stark contrast to the bright entryway you've just left behind. It’s bathed in only the dim glow of under-cabinet lighting.

Upon reaching, he presses you against the hard surface of the island, his body looming over you. The coolness of the marble island seeps through your jeans, a stark contrast to the heat emanating from his body.

Jude's hand rests gently on the small of your back, drawing you closer as he leans in for another kiss. You wrap your arms around his shoulders. His other hand lingers at your hips, tracing the curve of it before sliding up under your jersey.

His warm fingers brush against your skin, making you gasp softly. The kiss deepens, and you can't help but melt into him, his heat seeping into your very soul. The sound of your breaths mingling fills the space between you, the only noise in the otherwise quiet kitchen.

His hands roam further, exploring the contours of your body, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of you. You're lost in the moment, in the feeling of his fingertips all over you.

Jude's hands trail down your torso. His fingers undo the button of your jeans. He lowers the zipper, the sound echoing in the room.

With surprising gentleness, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and begins to tug them down. You feel the roughness of the denim give way as gravity takes over, pulling the fabric down to your ankles.

You lift one leg and then the other, helping him as he guides your jeans over your ankles, clinging to him as he drops the garment on the floor behind him.

Now, you are left in just your soft pink underwear and the jersey with his name on the back. His eyes darken as he took in the sight of you, his hands gently caressing your bare thighs. You look up into his eyes and feel yourself melting under his gaze.

“Kneel for me baby,” he commands, his voice a low sound that sends shivers down your spine.

Slowly, you obey, lowering yourself to your knees, hitting the cold black tiles with a soft thud. Looking up at him, you see the mix of triumph and hunger in his eyes, a look that both terrifies and excites you.

His hands reach into his shorts. The air is thick with tension, the kind that makes it hard to breathe. He pulls out his long and thick erection with practiced motions. His eyes never leave yours as he strokes himself, watching the play of emotions across your face—lust and need.

His cock, thick and hard, is a testament to his desire for you. You reach out to touch the warm length of him, feeling his pulse throb against your fingertips. You lick your lips, the hunger in his gaze making your heart race and your breath catch in your throat.

“Open your mouth,” he orders, his tone offering no refusal.

His hand slides into your hair, gripping gently but firmly, guiding your head forward. Jude groans, his head falling back as you stroke him, your fingers feeling the texture and the shape of him. You lean in, your lips brushing the tip, tasting him—the salty flavor ignites a fire within you.

His grip on your hair tightens just a fraction, a silent demand that sends a thrill of excitement down your spine.

Finally, you do as he says, letting your mouth fall open. He presses the head of his erection on your tongue. You close your mouth around him, your tongue exploring the familiar contours of his length. His hands guide your movements as his breath comes out in rough groans.

The taste of him fills your mouth and you find yourself lost in the sensation of sucking him. Your own need rises with each passing second, the fabric of your panties becoming damp with desire.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls, one of his hands gripping the counter as you take him into your mouth.

He’s huge, filling your mouth, stretching you, but you revel in it. His hips moved with a slow, steady rhythm that built with each passing moment. Your tongue swirls around him. Your lips are tight as you move up and down his length.

His hips thrust forward quicker, pushing deeper into your throat. You suck harder, taking him deeper, eager to submit to all of him, to be the source of his pleasure and release. Jude’s groans fill the room, and you know he's close, his body taut with the tension of release.

Suddenly, he pulls out, his eyes dark with lust. “Not yet baby,” he says, when he sees your confusion. “I need you cumming on my fingers first.”

The intensity of his gaze is overwhelming, igniting a fire that burns through you. You stand up, your lips finding his lips in a deep kiss. His tongue slides against yours. It’s a gentle yet demanding exploration that makes your knees weak.

Your hands reach for the hem of his jersey, slowly lifting it over his head. His skin was taut with muscle, evidence of the hours he spent on the field. You traced the lines of his chest, your fingers trailing the waistband of his briefs. You push them down and let them pool on the floor, leaving his muscular body bare.

His abs ripple with every breath he takes. The contours of his muscles tell tales of countless practices and games won. The light dusting of hair on his body travels from his chest to the V that points to his hips.

As the heat between you escalates, Jude's hand slides down your body, tracing the contour of your waist before dropping lower. His fingertips graze the waistband of your pink panties.

His eyes never leave yours as he says, "I love how you look in these," His voice is low and gruff with desire, sending shivers down your spine. “So innocent, yet so fucking tempting.”

You can feel your wetness seeping through the fabric, a silent declaration of your arousal. His fingers cup you through your underwear, his possessiveness making you ache for more, leaving you moaning breathlessly.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting to touch you?" he whispers, the question hanging in the air like a promise.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he hooks his thumb under the waistband, sliding it down and letting the fabric pool at your feet. Your gasp softly, unable to form words as his fingers finally make contact with your slick folds.

He groans at the wetness he finds. You can see his cock straining against his stomach, eager to join the intimate dance his fingers have started.

With the lightest of strokes, Jude's thumb grazes over your clit, sending a bolt of pleasure shooting through you. You moan, your knees buckling slightly, and he steadies you with his other hand on your waist, holding you in place as his thumb starts to circle with increasing pressure.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “So wet just for me.”

Each pass over your clit sends waves of desire crashing through your core. You can't help but arch into his touch. He watches your reaction with hungry eyes and you know he's just getting started.

“I love seeing my name on you.” Jude admits, removing his fingers from your wet core. “But right now, I need to see you naked.”

Jude gently tugs at the hem of your jersey. You lift your arms as the fabric glides over your head, revealing the contours of your body.

Then, his lips are on you, making you gasp as he finds that sensitive spot on your neck. His hands move to your back, his fingers deftly finding the clasp of your bra, which yields to his touch with a soft click.

The cool air hits your bare skin. It is quickly replaced by the heat of his mouth as he bends down and his tongue flicks over your nipple, making you arch into him. His hands cup your other breast, thumbs teasing your sensitive nipples into peaks. You arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips as he continues his exploration.

“Jude,” you gasp, your hands threading through his hair, holding him closer.

He moves his mouth to your other breast, his actions deliberate, each kiss, each nibble building the tension inside you. You could feel the ache low in your belly, a throbbing need that demanded release.

Jude seemed to sense it, his hand sliding down your body, his fingers finding where you are already wet and ready. He doesn't ask for permission; he simply knows. You moan, your head falling back as two of his fingers worked into you.

He moves slowly, deliberately. His fingers slide in deeper, filling you in a way that makes you feel vulnerable. Your breathing quickens, your pulse races, and you know that tonight will be one of those nights you never want to end.

His hands move expertly, finding your g-spot, his fingers building the pressure inside you. He seems to know exactly how to touch you, how much pressure to apply, and when to slow down or speed up. You gasp, your body arching towards his touch, your mind consumed by the pleasure he's giving.

"You like that?" he whispers, his voice a seductive growl in your ear.

You can only moan, your words lost in the whirlwind of sensation. His fingers delve deeper, hitting that sweet spot, and you feel the orgasm building, a wave threatening to crash over you.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice thick with desire.

You obey, your eyes locking with him. He watches you, his expression a mix of tenderness and raw passion. The sight of him, so focused, so intent on your pleasure, pushes you over the edge.

You cry out, your body trembling as your orgasm sweeps through you, leaving you breathless and weak. Your mouth forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure. Your breasts heaving with each panting breath you take.

But Jude isn't done.

He spins you around you, bending you over the counter, his body pressing against yours. You feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, his hands firmly gripping your hips as he pulls you closer.

He whispers in your ear, "You're mine," his voice a seductive growl that sends a thrill through your body.

Your heart races with anticipation, the room filled with the sweet scent of desire. He whispers your name, the sound sending shivers down your spine. You lean into his touch, as his mouth trails kisses along your neck, sending waves of pleasure that mingle with the lingering tremors of your climax.

You can feel his arousal pressing against your backside, insistent and demanding. His hands roam over your body, caressing every inch of your exposed skin, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touches. You arch your back, pushing yourself closer to him, silently begging for more.

The head of his cock nudges against your wetness, seeking entry, and you gasp as he slides into you with one smooth, powerful thrust.

The sensation is overwhelming, and you bite your lip to keep from screaming out his name. Your hands clutch the counter for support as he begins to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate, savoring every moment.

Each stroke fills you completely, stretching you to the brink of pleasure and pain. You know that he's holding back, keeping you poised on the edge, and the thought of what's to come makes your stomach flutter with excitement.

His grip tightens, and he pulls you back into him, increasing his pace, driving you towards another peak. You're lost in the sensation, the world around you fading away until there's only the two of you and the passion that fuels your every move.

Your breath hitches, and you moan, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure that spill from your lips. Jude's breathing is ragged in your ear, his own passion evident in every pant and groan. You feel him swell inside of you, and you know that he's close.

You want to feel him let go, to be the one to push him over the edge. So, you push back into him, matching his rhythm, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. The tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter, until you hear him groan, filling you with his release.

You feel the intense, almost painful pleasure of your second orgasm wash over you, as if the first one wasn't enough to satisfy the ravenous beast that Jude has awoken within you.

Your muscles clench around him, milking every drop, leaving you both panting and trembling. You rest against the countertop, your body feeling like a deliciously stretched canvas of sensation, pulses of pleasure still rippling through you from your last two orgasms.

Your eyes are heavy, and the room is a warm, soft blur. You're about to drift into a peaceful post-coital slumber when Jude's voice, thick with desire, brings you back to reality.

“Come on baby,” he whispers, his voice edged with a hunger that hasn't yet been satiated. “Just one more round.”

The way he says it, the promise in his voice, makes you want to give in. He kisses you then, a kiss that starts out as a gentle request and quickly escalates into a passionate demand, his tongue coaxing yours into a dance that leaves you breathless.

His hand finds your waist, his touch rekindling the embers of desire that you thought had faded. You feel yourself respond, your body arching into him despite your earlier exhaustion. He notices, his grin growing as he kisses you harder, deeper.

“You're still with me, aren't you?” he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr.

You nod, your breath still ragged, your body humming with the remnants of pleasure. He smiles, a genuine smile, and you feel a surge of love for this man— passionate and who wears his heart on his sleeve, especially after a win.

And with that, he lifts you up, placing you on the counter, his body fitting between your open legs.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commands, his voice back to its rough, dominant tone.

You do as he says, your legs locking around his waist. Your hands reach for his shoulders, guiding him to you as he positioned himself at your entrance.

He pushes inside you again, filling you inch by inch until you are stretched around him, full and tight, his hands firmly gripping your thighs.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours as he paused, letting you adjust to him.

You moan in pleasure, wincing at the soreness. “Fuck me,” you urge, your voice a husky command.

He does, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward, a steady rhythm that builds with each passing moment. Your body arches into each thrust, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

Your muscles quiver with each of his powerful thrusts, a delicious reminder of the two orgasms that have already claimed you. He's relentless, his eyes dark with need, as he drives into you, his rhythm unyielding despite your protests of exhaustion.

Each stroke feels like a battle between pain and pleasure, your body a canvas for his hunger.

He whispers, “Come on, baby, just one last time,” his voice thick with lust, and you know he won't be satisfied until he feels you come apart beneath him again.

Your heart races, your breath hitches, and you clutch his shoulders, bracing for the inevitable. The third orgasm begins to build, a crescendo of sensation that fills every inch of you, threatening to shatter you into a million pieces.

His movements grow more forceful, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You could feel the coil inside you tightening, the pressure building, the need for release overwhelming.

“Jude,” you cried out, your body trembling.

“Come for me,” he whispers. “Show me how much you love this.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as the intensity becomes too much, evidence to the depth of pleasure he's coaxing from your weary body.

You feel the familiar rush of an impending climax, and you know this time, it'll be even more intense, a fitting end to tonight's victories.

Your eyes roll back in your head as your nails dig into his shoulders, desperately seeking purchase amidst the tumultuous sea of sensation. You orgasm as your body convulses uncontrollably, muscles tightening and releasing in rapid succession. Each stroke feels like a bolt of lightning, sending electric shocks through your core, making it impossible to distinguish where one climax ends and the next begins.

The room is a blur of sensation, the only thing in focus is the feeling of him inside you, the sound of your moans, and the wet slapping of skin on skin. The wave of euphoria is so intense that you can't help but scream out his name, the sound echoing off the walls.

Jude's grip on your hips tightens, his movements becoming more urgent, his breath hot and ragged in your ear as he whispers sweet nothings and dirty promises. He follows you soon after, his own release coming swiftly. His body tensing, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside you, his breath coming in harsh gasps.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your mingled breaths, the pounding of your hearts, the sense of completion, of fulfillment. As the waves of pleasure subside, he kisses away your tears, his eyes filled with awe and adoration.

“I love you,” he says, his voice soft, tender.

“I love you too, Jude.” you say, smiling.

Your body is spent yet satisfied. And you know that in this moment, in this intense, intimate moment, you are exactly where you're meant to be.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham x reader #kesswrites

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hiraethwrote · 4 months ago

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cw gn!reader but written with f!reader in mind, angst, no comfort, breakup, pining, minor clubbing wc: <1k an i'm on my period which is making me a little emotional, which resulted in this

ex!suguru will never truly be over you, convinced you’re the one that got away.

the breakup was “mutual”, emphasis on the quotation marks — it only meant you guys ended on good terms. it was a very quiet and tender scene. he holds your hands in his, slowly his thumb strokes across your knuckles, never letting his eyes leave your tear stained face.

ex!suguru who, despite disagreeing wholeheartedly with the decision, sees it’s for the best. he will forever hate himself for being unable to see it coming, unable to stop it — one day he suddenly notices how staying in the relationship brought you more turmoil than joy, and he didn't have the heart to hold onto you even though he so desperately wanted to. but he would ruin himself million times over for you

“it’ll be okay,” he says softly, letting himself indulge in the small acts that come so naturally to him one last time before he has to let go, hand reaching up to dry your tears and cupping your cheek. “i’ll be okay.”

with the quiet promise, he feels the stress leave your body and you rest against his touch, a sad smile painting your lips — you’re so beautiful, he thinks.

ex!suguru who lies because he knows it's what you need to hear. you had already stayed longer than you wanted because you didn’t want to hurt him. he wasn’t surprised. you were just so considerate, through and through. he had always thought the relationship was too good to be true anyways, never truly feeling worthy of you

ex!suguru who doesn’t cry, but that is because he feels numb. he can’t remember feeling a pain as intense as this one.

when your tears have stopped, only shy sniffles escaping you, he comes with one last confession. “i’m always going to love you.” he waits, hoping you would say it in return. it isn’t because you don’t love him anymore that you can’t keep going, it’s just because it isn’t working.

“i know,” you say quietly and his heart shatters.

ex!suguru who has his friends fooled because they think he is over the relationship already. he acts the same, eats the same and goes about his business the same — but that’s because it doesn’t concern anyone other than the two of you.

first weekend as a single man, gojo forces him to go out clubbing with him. he really doesn’t want to, but he can’t give his friend any excuses he will accept.

he hates every moment of it, rudely shutting down anyone that approaches him. no matter how attractive, no matter how charismatic, no matter how willing — they’re not you so what’s the point?

ex!suguru who hates the universe a little more than usual. despite his best efforts, he can’t seem to escape you entirely. and he swears he tries, but you somehow just appear every now and then.

he spots you in the grocery store, doing your daily shopping. he spots you in the line of the coffeehouse, ordering your usual drink (one he knows by heart). he sees you on every feed, posting pictures and updates of your life — you seem happy.

his heart screams for him to surrender to his desires, to approach you and hear your voice again. but he knows better, so after torturing himself by admiring you for a few seconds, he simply turns on his heel and leaves.

ex!suguru who after years still thinks about you as much as the day you left. he has tried to move on, but it feels like a betrayal, even after all this time.

has he healed? sure, a little. life goes on after all. with time he has been reunited with some sense of happiness. however it could never compare to the period of his life where he was so fortunate to be with you.

ex!suguru runs into you after nine years. and not like all the times he has simply noticed you down the street — no, you fully crash into his chest one day while walking out of a bakery.

to say he is surprised is an understatement. he has memorised all the places you used to visit so this exact scenario wouldn’t happen, and this had never been a chain you had set foot in before. but a lot changes in nine years.

“suguru, hi.” your voice is light, a rhythm in it that was not present at the end of your relationship. “wow, crazy running into you. how have you been?”

“good,” he croaks, eyes glued to your face. he still finds you as ethereal as the day you left. he wants to say more, but he is a little unsettled by how at peace you seem to be despite not being with him. “and you?”

it doesn’t go unnoticed how you present yourself as genuinely content with where you are in life. however, suguru goes through the entire heartbreak all over again — he has missed so much of your life. he used to think he would be along side you for every single moment of it. instead he is stood in front of you and feeling as if the walls are closing in on him.

his breath catches when you stretch out your hand to grab his forearm. “it was really great seeing you again,” you muse. it’s probably just wishful thinking, but he believes he hears a sadness in your voice that comes from missing him.

“you too,” he whispers, and you’re gone again.

ex!suguru who eventually comes to terms with just being alone again. before you, he always imagined this was how it would end, not the person made to share his life with someone.

you had obviously made him believe otherwise. with you by his side, waking up next to someone and sharing your meals didn’t seem so silly anymore.

but it turns out he only wanted those things if it was with you.

tags @sad-darksoul ﾉ @madaqueue ﾉ @toadtoru ﾉ @hiraethwa ﾉ @harperluvgojo

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fadedmunson · 1 month ago

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like him | l. verus

pairings ; lucius verus x fem!reader

summary ; you find once he's captured. you attempt to strip away the gladiator mystique and find out who he really is.

genre ; kinda angsty-ish buuuut cayoot ending

notes; shocker! i watched gladiator II and it was complete eye candy soooo i finally got the paul mescal hype ><

wc ; .7k words! sorry so short :,(

"aren't you a sight for sore eyes," you purred at the unknown man

he blankly looked at you, feigning a look exhaustion you mistake for annoyance

you pout at his expression, slumping on the stone next to his sweaty and bruised body

it had to be around 35° celsius in rome; the hot sweltering sun beating down on the dehydrated gladiators that had them dropping like flies left and right

many of the roman "call girls" would linger around these parts, you being one of them

"tell me gladiator," you began

"what did they take from you?" you gently asked, while poking at his chestplate

he didn't reply, just stared blankly at your figure, before adverting his gloomy gaze

he thought you seemed gentle and sweet, nothing like someone would call a common "whore"

obviously the life you're living was chosen for you, he wondered who made that decision

you laughed at his lack of response

"ah, so you're the stoic type? we've had many of those," you reminisce

"they come and go so quickly," you breathe out, "a real shame."

"i've become well versed in losing the things i love. i'm sure someone like you has as well." he surmised quietly

you whipped your head to look at him clearly

he face was completely wiped of emotion, oh he's serious

you dawn a wry smile, "i have."

he leans in further into the conversation, almost like his desire is to actively listening to you

you notice this and pull back a little

"you're a busy man," you nervously noted, "shouldn't you be training?"

he looks around for a minute, seeing everyone else occupied on some other mundane exercise

"i think i can push my training by a couple minutes," he suggested, wearing a cheeky grin before giggling with you

oh gods above please never let this moment end

you talk for what felt like forever, come to find out it had only been mere minutes

"there's someone about him," you tell one of the girls in the brothel

"yeah, like what? his phallus?" she jeers playfully

you stay silent and just shake your head gently while helping her

there was a part of you that had yearned for a connection,but instead you're here, helping naive girl fix their makeup for men who do not deserve them

you stand up suddenly, confusion written on all their faces

"i'll be out until dawn," you say sharply

they all look at you with an unspoken agreement lingering in the air

you take a hooded cape and be on your way, you have to see your gladiator

in the dead of the night, you had arrived to the prison chambers that held the fighters

it was dirty and filled with little creatures, rusted blood on the metal, only illuminated by some rickety lanterns, you could hear the almost silent cry of some of the men, wishing they could return to their homes,

you were hastily let in, a loud BANG! heard before the gates shut completely

his stature completely melts when he sees your eyes, he knows it's you underneath the covering

you take a seat right next to him on his uncomfortable mattress, and you look at him deeply while he takes off your cloth hood

"i want to know you.."

"lucius," he whispers, his eyes moving all over your face to analyze every littlest feature

you hold his face in your hands and swipe your thumb over his cheeks "i desire to know you lucius."

"it feels like we've known each other a lifetime," he completely melts into you hands, placing his over yours

gently kissing your knuckles, he looks to you for comfort in an empire that wants to see you both dead

your eyes well with tears at the love you feel, its gentle and sweet, no malice or underlying lust

it's overwhelming and all you can do is stare at his while he admires you, treating you with such kindness that you think it's turning you nauseous

he confided in you, about his father, his life in numidia, and his desires in life

his eyes lit up thinking about what his future life could've been if it weren't for the literal chains that restricted him

your silence spoke volumes as you ran your hands through his rugged hair, nodding your head at every little thing he had to say

for the first time since being in rome, he's felt solace. only with you

#paul mescal #paul mescal x reader #lucius verus #gladiator 2 #gladiator ll #gladiator 2 x reader #gladiator ii fic #lucius verus x reader #paul mescal x y/n

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idkyetxoxo · 5 months ago

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Jacaerys Velaryon || Masterlist

This masterlist is solely focused on Jacaerys Velaryon, all written as xreader pieces without any specific physical descriptions.

All works have warnings stated before but please read at your own risk!

— ALL ONESHOTS BELOW ->

Fan favourites: 🌟 My favourites: 💓

Reckless Sins 🌟

• Sexual content (smut!!), getting caught in the act, strong language

Their inability to see eye to eye often leads to arguments and mutual disdain, frequently escalating into reckless intimacy as both are eager to dominate and assert control, but what happens when, one day, they are caught in the act?

I Love You, It's Ruining My Life 🌟

• Sexual content (smut!!), mild language, violence (very slight)

Caught between her lover's acceptance and her brothers' relentless cruelty, she struggles to reconcile her intense love with the torment it brings. The boundary between love and pain blurs, leaving her to confront a relationship that both saves and destroys her.

A Dragon's Den 🌟

• Sexual content (smut!), strong language

Seeking allys in the North, Jace and his wife contemplate alliances and family honour. Seeking comfort, they discover a hidden cave with a serene hot spring, where they share an intimate and passionate moment, reaffirming their love during turmoil.

Leap of Fate 🌟💓

• None

A young woman's daring climb over a wall to escape an arranged union leads to an unexpected encounter with her betrothed himself. What begins as a night of escape becomes the start of an enchanting story of love and destiny.

Family Legacies 🌟💓

• Childbirth, mentions of a potential stillbirth (doesn't happen)

Amidst the chaos of war, two childbirths unfold. A mother's potential agony and a new mother's fear collide, as life and loss intertwine in a moment that will define their family's legacy forever.

Different DNA 🌟

• Sexual content (smut!)

A deeply vulnerable Jace struggles with insecurity, and as his wife, her sole job is to reassure him and make him feel cherished, using every means at her disposal.

Protect and Avenge 🌟💓

• Violence

Ambushed by ruthless bandits, Jace's wife is ripped from his arms, igniting a fury within him and he truly will stop at nothing to protect the woman he loves, no matter the cost.

Seeds of Manipulation 🌟

• None

Aegon and Aemond tease their nephew Jace about his impending marriage to a Dornish woman. When she arrives, she faces Jace's cold indifference and his uncle's provocative questions. Realising his grave mistake, Jace must now find a way to undo the damage.

Temptations

• Strong language, violence (very slight)

During family tensions and personal turmoil, emotions reach a boiling point and a shocking confrontation leads to chaos prompting a protective gesture from Jace sparking an intimate moment where long-hidden desires and a profound connection are revealed.

The Lioness’s Webs

• Violence (barely)

In a calculated game of ambition and seduction, her deft navigation of her brother's manipulative schemes to charm Prince Jacaerys, the future heir, leads her entangled in a web of power, desire, and uncertain loyalties amidst the glittering backdrop of courtly intrigue.

A Cinderella Story

• None

At a ball, an outsider captures the attention of Prince Jacaerys, their dance sparks a fleeting, magical connection. But as midnight strikes, the magic shatters, and she flees, leaving behind a single crystal slipper—and a prince determined to find the one who stole his heart.

Jealousy 💓

• Sexual content (smut!)

In the icy halls of Winterfell, they harbour a secret love. When a moment of jealousy surfaces, it pushes them together, igniting a passionate encounter that deepens their bond and reveals the intensity of their feelings for one another.

Before You Go

• None

In their final moments together, Jace confesses his love for her just before stepping into the tempest of a storm, leaving her haunted by the foreboding promise that the day he declared his love was also the day he died.

Moth to a Flame

• None

Bound by duty and trapped in a loveless marriage, her heart still belongs to Jace, the man she truly loves. The weight of her choices and the secrets she keeps threaten to tear her apart, while the tension between love and obligation grows unbearable.

Wolves and Dragons

• Sexual content (hand stuff idk)

The best part of being sent miles from home? The dragon prince who turns teasing banter into an art form—keeping days mischievously entertaining and nights breathtakingly passionate. Every stolen moment is a spark threatening to ignite everything.

A Taste of Sweetness

• Sexual content (smut!)

Amid a sunlit berry field, they share playful banter that deepens into a moment of heartfelt desire. Their closeness turns the simple act of berry-picking into a quiet celebration of their bond. Together, they savour the fleeting magic of the day, lost in each other.

Timid Flames

• None

In a politically arranged marriage, they unexpectedly find solace in each other. As they navigate the storm of familial conflict, a night of celebration reveals desires and bravery, challenging the bounds of their union and the roles they play in a dangerous game of power.

Between Fear and Trust

• Pregnancy anxiety, injury

Grappling with the potential harm to her unborn child and the overwhelming anxiety of her protective husband, their love and trust are tested in a fragile dance of reassurance and emotional turmoil.

For works involving other characters from House of the Dragon, please check out my House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

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loveanton · 9 months ago

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melting point | lee anton

ꕤ DESCRIPTION: after spending the last few months as anton’s hidden secret you finally reach your limit with his inconsistency.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: situationship!anton x f!reader

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.8k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: desperate anton, some jealousy, kissing, and brief mentions of sex and alcohol

⏤ 𝑎/n: first riize post ^-^

You’re at your limit.

The bass pounds in sync with the rapid thump of your heart. The club is a kaleidoscope of pulsating lights and swirling laughter, but your focus narrows on one person: Anton. He's across the room, surrounded by a cluster of people, his magnetic charm drawing them in like moths to a flame. And there she is, Minji, hanging on his every word, her laughter tinkling like glass wind chimes.

You clutch your drink, the ice cubes clinking against the red solo cup in a rhythm that matches the turmoil in your mind. This isn't the first time you've found yourself in this position — watching Anton flirt effortlessly, his attention a fleeting commodity you crave but can never fully grasp.

You take a deep breath, trying to quell the rising tide of emotions threatening to engulf you. It's a familiar battle, one you've fought countless times before. But tonight feels different, heavier somehow, as if the weight of your unspoken desires has become too much to bear. The two of you aren't exclusive, you remind yourself. You’re just...something.

Yet, seeing him engrossed in conversation with another girl ignites a flurry of emotions within you.

As you stand there, grappling with your emotions, the thumping bass seems to echo the rhythm of your racing heart. A familiar voice breaks through the haze of your thoughts, pulling you back to the present moment. "You okay?"

Turning, you see Heejin, your closest friend and roommate, her concern etched into the lines of her face. She knows you better than anyone, sensing the storm brewing beneath your calm facade.

You offer her a small smile, though it feels feeble against the weight of your emotions. "I'm fine," you reply, though the words ring hollow even to your own ears.

Heejin studies you for a moment, her gaze searching and knowing. "No you're not. I can see it written all over your face."

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you meet her gaze, the floodgates of your emotions threatening to burst open. "It's just... Anton," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Understanding flashes in Heejin's eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the pain you're feeling. "I know," she murmurs, her voice soft but steady. "I've seen how much he means to you."

As you stand there, with Heejin's comforting presence beside you, memories flood your mind, tracing back to the moment when you first met Anton.

It was a late summer night in Seoul, and you were still adjusting to the bustling city, the unfamiliar sights and sounds overwhelming your senses. A craving for a midnight snack led you to the nearest convenience store, where you stumbled through the aisles in search of something familiar amidst the sea of unfamiliar products.

Lost in your own thoughts, you barely noticed the figure standing nearby until he spoke, his soft voice breaking through the fog of your confusion. "Need help finding something?"

You turned to see Anton, a friendly smile on his face, his easy demeanor putting you at ease. Relief washed over you as you realized he spoke English, a rare find in a country where you struggled to navigate the language barrier.

With his guidance, you found the sweet treat you were looking for, and as you parted ways, a sense of gratitude swelled within you. Little did you know, that chance encounter would become the start of something more.

Every Friday night after a long week of lectures, like clockwork, you found yourself drawn back to the same convenience store, hoping to catch another glimpse of the stranger who had shown you kindness in a foreign land. And without fail, there he would be, waiting for you in the back near the ramen section, a knowing smile on his lips as he greeted you with a simple "Hey."

In those moments, surrounded by the hum of refrigerators and the soft glow of fluorescent lights, you found solace in Anton's company.

You shared stories and laughter over steaming bowls of ramen, forging a bond that grew stronger with each passing week. And as you navigated the complexities of life in a new country, Anton became your anchor, a constant presence amidst the chaos of change. Eventually though the late night ramen runs shifted into late night hookups at his dorm.

You never intended to fall so hard and so fast for Anton but something about his soft spoken nature and charming smile rendered you a fool and now, as you stand here, grappling with the ache in your chest, you can't help but wonder if your bond with Anton was nothing more than a fleeting moment in time. The uncertainty of your situationship weighs heavily on your heart, overshadowing the warmth of those Friday night encounters.

You take a shaky breath, the weight of your unspoken feelings heavy on your chest. "What should I do?" you ask, your voice tinged with desperation.

Heejin listens to your question, her gaze softening with empathy as she considers her response. She reaches out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder before speaking. "You deserve someone who sees you for who you are, not just a fleeting lay in the dead of night," she says gently, her words carrying the weight of truth.

You bristle at her words, a surge of defensiveness rising within you. "But maybe he just... he's busy, you know? Maybe he's just not good at showing his feelings," you protest, the familiar excuses falling from your lips like a well-rehearsed script.

Heejin's expression remains unchanged, her gaze unwavering as she meets your eyes. "You've been holding onto this hope for so long, but deep down, you know it's not enough," she says firmly, her tone gentle but resolute. "Anton's status as an idol may complicate things, but that doesn't excuse his lack of effort outside of those late-night meetups."

You falter under her scrutiny, the weight of her words sinking in with each passing moment. She's right, of course. Anton's gestures, while comforting in the moment, were little more than crumbs of affection scattered at your feet, never enough to sustain the hunger in your heart.

"He invited you to this party, right?" Heejin continues, "But look around you. Do you see him anywhere near you? Or is he off, charming someone who's 'socially acceptable' to be seen with?"

A bitter taste rises in your mouth as you glance around the room, taking in the sight of Anton across the crowded space, his attention focused on Minji, someone who fits seamlessly into his world of fame and glamor. And suddenly, the illusion shatters, leaving behind nothing but the harsh reality of your situation.

You take a shaky breath, the truth settling over you like a heavy blanket. "You're right," you whisper, your voice barely audible above the noise of the party. "I've been fooling myself, thinking there was something more between us."

Heejin squeezes your shoulder in silent solidarity, her presence a source of comfort in the midst of your turmoil. "It's okay to let go," she says softly, her words a gentle reminder that sometimes, the hardest part is acknowledging when it's time to move on.

Tears sting your eyes as you feel the weight of regret settle upon your shoulders. "I feel so stupid," you admit, your voice trembling with emotion. "I wasted half my summer on a boy who wasn't worth it."

Heejin pulls you into a comforting embrace, her arms a shelter from the storm raging within you. "You're not stupid," she reassures you, her voice soft but firm. "You took a chance on something that felt real, and that's nothing to be ashamed of."

Despite her comforting words, you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment in yourself. You had allowed yourself to be swept away by the allure of Anton's charm, only to realize too late that it was nothing more than a facade.

"But hey," Heejin continues, her tone brightening with a hint of optimism, "at least you made some fun memories to last you through the upcoming semester, right?"

You manage a small smile through your tears, grateful for Heejin's unwavering support. "Yeah, I guess you're right," you concede, the weight on your heart easing ever so slightly at the reminder of the good times you shared.

Just as you and Heejin decide to leave the club, your resolve wavering but firm, you excuse yourself to use the restroom. As you navigate through the crowded space towards the restroom, a familiar voice calls out to you, stopping you in your tracks. "Hey, can we talk?"

You turn to see Anton standing there, his expression unreadable as he pulls you aside, away from the prying eyes of the partygoers. Despite the ache in your chest, you can't help but feel a flicker of curiosity at his sudden appearance.

"He invited you to this party, right?" Heejin's words echo in your mind, a stark reminder of the reality you had tried so hard to ignore.

Anton's voice interrupts your thoughts, his words cutting through the noise of the club like a beacon in the darkness. "I missed you, angel," he confesses, his arms encircling your waist in a familiar embrace.

You freeze at his touch, the conflicting emotions raging within you like a storm. His warmth against your skin, once a source of comfort, now feels suffocating in its familiarity. You remain silent, unable to form coherent words amidst the chaos of your thoughts.

Unfazed by your lack of response, Anton leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers softly, "Do you want to head home with me tonight?"

The question hangs in the air between you, heavy with unspoken implications. But before you can consider his offer, a surge of frustration and indignation rises within you, breaking through the haze of confusion and growing horniness.

"No," you reply firmly, your voice tinged with a hint of defiance. "I need to know, Anton. What are we? What do you want from me?" You pause, your gaze searching his face for any sign of sincerity. "Because this... this isn't fair to me."

Anton's expression shifts, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before being replaced by a mask of indifference. "What do you mean?" he asks, his tone casual, as if your question holds no weight.

But you refuse to back down, the fire burning within you fueling your resolve. "You know exactly what I mean," you insist, your voice rising with each word. "You reel me in with compliments and empty promises, but you never follow through. You only ever want to see me at night, where no one else can see us. I deserve more than that, Anton. We both do."

Anton's grip tightens slightly around your waist, his brows furrowing in frustration. "It's not that simple, okay?" he retorts, his voice tinged with defensiveness. "You know how hectic my schedule is with my job. I can't always be there when you want me to be."

You shake your head, the bitterness of his words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. "It's not about being there all the time, Anton," you counter, your voice tinged with disappointment. "It's about making an effort, about showing me that I actually mean something to you."

He opens his mouth to respond, but you beat him to it. "I'm tired of the excuses, Anton," you continue, your tone weary but resolute. "I need more than empty promises and late-night hookups. I need someone who's willing to put in the effort, someone who's not afraid to show me off to the world."

Anton's jaw tightens, his frustration palpable as he struggles to find the right words. "You think I don't want that too?" he finally blurts out, his voice edged with exasperation. "Do you have any idea what it's like to live under the constant scrutiny of the public eye? To have every move you make dissected and judged?"

His words hang in the air between you, heavy with the weight of his own insecurities. You understand the pressures of his career, the sacrifices he's had to make to maintain his image in the spotlight. But it's hard to reconcile his struggles with the hurt you've endured in silence.

"I know it's not easy," you concede, your voice softening with empathy. "But that doesn't excuse the way you've treated me, Anton. I've been patient, I've been understanding, but I can't keep pretending like everything's okay when it's not."

Anton's gaze flickers with a mixture of regret and resignation as he takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush against your cheek. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice laced with sincerity. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just... I don't know how to do this."

Your heart aches at the vulnerability in his eyes, the raw honesty of his confession stirring something within you. But before you can respond, he closes the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss.

For a moment, the world falls away, leaving behind only the heat of his touch and the softness of his lips against yours. And in that fleeting moment of intimacy, you're tempted to forget all the pain and uncertainty, to lose yourself in the familiarity of his embrace.

As Anton pulls away from the kiss, desperation flashes in his eyes, pleading with you not to leave him. "Please, don't go," he whispers, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't lose you, not like this."

His hands tremble as they cup your face, his lips trailing soft kisses across your cheeks, each touch a silent plea for forgiveness. "I'll do better, I promise," he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm against your ear. "I'll put a label on what we have, I'll make it official. Just give me another chance."

You feel a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through you, torn between the pain of the past and the hope of a future where things could be different.

"I don't know, Anton," you murmur, your voice trembling with uncertainty. "I want to believe you, but... how can I be sure this time will be different?"

Anton's expression softens, a flicker of determination crossing his features. "I'll show you," he vows, his words laced with conviction. "I'll make it up to you, every single day. Just tell me what I need to do, and I'll do it."

You hesitate, torn between the desire to believe in him and the fear of being hurt again. But as you meet his gaze, a glimmer of hope flickers within you, a belief that perhaps, just perhaps, there's still a chance for redemption.

"Okay," you whisper, your voice barely audible above the chaos of the club. "But this is your last chance, Anton. No more empty promises, no more excuses. Show me that you mean it this time."

Anton leans in once again and captures your lips in another kiss, this time with a depth of emotion that leaves you reeling. It's as if he's pouring all of his love and regret into the fervent press of his mouth against yours, a silent plea for your forgiveness.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the space between you. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry for everything."

You feel a lump forming in your throat as you listen to him speak.

"Can I make it up to you?" Anton asks, his voice barely above a whisper. “Come home with me, let me show you how sorry I am, angel.”

You take a step back to look into his eyes but Anton quickly scoops you back towards his body. His other hand is on the side of your face, pulling you in. He dips his head and crashes his soft lips against your waiting lips. You let out a moan at the force behind the kiss but don’t object. He turns his head to deepen the kiss and slips his tongue into your mouth.

The kiss only gets hotter and hotter as you continue, Anton tilts his head to the side and you move yours in the opposite direction. Parting from your lips, he moves down gently to the corner of your lips, the tip of his nose buried in the junction of your jaw to take deep breaths of your intoxicating scent.

The male lays more open mouthed kisses down your neck, making you feel nothing but pure bliss. Your eyes shut as you moan into the air.

His hands move from your waist downwards, sliding over your jeans to caress your ass and thighs. He places one more love bite on your neck before bending a bit and lifting the back of your thighs as if you weigh nothing. You gasp in surprise and wrap your arms around his neck tightly so as to not fall.

You tug at his hair before responding to his previous question. “Take me home, Chanie.”

#lee anton #anton lee #anton imagines #riize #riize x reader #riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize anton #anton x reader #anton angst #riize angst #lee chanyoung #riize chanyoung #chanyoung x reader #chanyoung imagines #lee chanyoung imagines

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mitfloya · 1 year ago

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

pairings. Rafayel x gn!reader

wc. 6.8K

synopsis. He believes that by isolating you, he can protect you from the outside world and ensure your happiness together. In his twisted mind, this is his way of creating a perfect and eternal bond, you’re his muse, his statue of beauty, his own aphrodite.

warnings. The following content contains elements of obsessive behavior, yandere thoughts, stalking, possessive behavior, and may include poorly written narratives. Reader is referred to as 'you'. Proceed with caution, as this writing may be unsettling or uncomfortable for some individuals.

a/n. Hiyaaa! Thank you so much for the people that have helped me make my post manage to slip through the timeline! I kid you not I had to break my spine with this issues I kept running into (the ori yandere Zayne post is gone, I’m sorry for the inconvenience), if any of you have any suggestions on how to make my post made it into the tags please tell them on the comments section. Get ready and have some snacks and hope you enjoy reading another hc I made

♡ Please reblog and comment on this post are much, much appreciated ♡

A manchild…? you love this guy? Me being a slander and simp at the same time

To put it simply, Rafayel is always the damsel in distress and YOU are his knight shining armor. He needs your attention and protection 24/7, you don’t want him to end up dead, do you? The whole universe will miss him.

First of all, he loves you. Second of all, he hates you.

You’re like a goldfish, how could you not remember the vows you both made when you were just a little kid?! The mere fact that you failed to recognize his face shattered his heart into pieces, for you hold immense significance in his life.

The weight of your indifference crashed upon him like a tidal wave, leaving his emotions in ruins. It was like a tornado tearing through his soul, causing a gut-wrenching ache that seemed to consume him from within.

It creates a twisted cycle of emotions that he struggles to contain. He yearns for the love you once shared, yet despises you for not remembering the bond you had.

Perhaps he regrets not taking action in the past to ensure he could always locate you, to have left a distinctive mark upon you as a means of tracking your whereabouts.

You should’ve recognized him at first glance. Where have you been? He thought he lost you, he doesn’t even want to wish upon your death but you make it harder for him not to.

You’ve grown so much and so many changes but you’re still the same person he met at the beach, and it makes him feels so many emotions at once, it’s the first time he has managed to put a rein over his emotions, he could’ve coax you to come to his studio and locked you up, if you were to recognize him.

His heart longed to show much he misses you yet his mind tells him to seek revenge. It’s like his body and soul is splitting. Do you know how much damage you are causing him?

You must understand, my dear, that he is determined not to repeat past mistakes. It is time for him to take drastic measures, to make a promise that will bind you to him forever. He sees you as his ultimate protector, his unwavering shield. From this moment forward, you will never leave his sight again.

In his eyes, you have always belonged to each other, from the very beginning. Your destinies intertwined, your fates entangled. He craves the security of knowing that you are by his side, guarding his every step, his every breath. No longer will he allow even the smallest sliver of distance to separate you.

From the beginning you are his as much as he is yours.

His artistic talent is both his greatest strength and his greatest weapon. Through his art, he immortalizes his love and hatred for you, capturing the complexities of his emotions with every stroke of the brush. His creations serve as a constant reminder of his twisted desires.

Initially consumed by hatred, he concealed his love, allowing it to resurface gradually, in subtle and tender ways.

It’s the slowest burn you could ever imagine. Painstakingly slow.

As Rafayel's hatred gradually diminished, he began to express his feelings more openly, albeit subtly, leaving significant hints about the depth of his emotions towards you. Similar to a small forest fire that grows steadily, each progression was deliberate and methodical until it consumed the entire forest, an uncontrollable blaze that can’t be extuingish.

Say goodbye to freedom and welcome to his world, now that you’re his. He will be the center of your universe.

Clinginess is an inherent trait of Rafayel's nature. He craves your presence and attention, unable to bear the thought of being separated from you even for a moment. He will go to great lengths to ensure that you never leave his side.

You've grown accustomed to his playful nature and constant need for attention, but be prepared for an amplified version, as his demands intensify. Good luck dealing with your man ♡

He is a man of pride, he immortalizes you through his art, proudly showcasing pieces dedicated to you at his exhibitions. While abstract in form, this exclusivity serves to intrigue others, leaving them pondering what makes you so special in his eyes.

Unknown to you hidden away within his personal stash, there is a gallery dedicated solely to you. Every piece of artwork revolves around your existence, capturing his obsession with meticulous detail. The walls are adorned with portraits, each stroke of the brush reflecting his twisted love for you.

But at the very least, he showers you with lots of love and affection, no more holding back.

In relationships, he presents himself as a calm and romantic partner, radiating an aura of serenity akin to the sea. He enjoys spending quality time with you, whether it be casual outings or simply sharing space in silence. With him, you will never feel alone.

But do not be deceived by the calm waters, for they possess the ability to draw you into the depths of darkness, leaving you submerged and unable to resurface. His obsession remains unpredictable, much like the ever-changing tides of the sea.

Oh, how you've stumbled into his clutches the moment you made that fateful vow. There is no turning back, my dear. You have fallen into the siren's trap, lured by his haunting charm. You are now forever entwined in his grasp, unable to break free. You should have thought twice before crossing paths with him if you weren't planning to stay.

He has two preferred methods of dealing with nuisances. He may choose to be smug and show off his superiority, rubbing his success in their faces. He revels in flaunting his success and talents, using them as a means to intimidate and belittle those who dare to steal you away.

However, if they persist, he is unafraid to resort to physical means, utilizing violence to eliminate them from your life. He goes to extreme lengths, even shedding blood and concealing the evidence of his actions, all in the name of safeguarding your well-being and maintaining his possessive hold over you.

His possessiveness knows no bounds, his desire to claim you as his own overpowering any sense of reason. He will go to great lengths to ensure that no one else can possess you, viewing you as his ultimate masterpiece.

When faced with difficulty or resistance from you, Rafayel won't hesitate to take drastic measures. He is willing to use any means necessary, including drugs, to put you to sleep and kidnap you. He will isolate you in his studio, ensuring that you will be together forever.

His studio, the place where he creates his art, becomes both a sanctuary and prison for you. Within its walls, he controls every aspect of your existence, dictating your every move and stifling your individuality. It is a place where his obsession can flourish unchecked.

You will forever remain under his possession, as he claims you and binds you eternally.

#love and deep space #love and deepspace #love and deepspace headcanons #yandere hcs #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel #qi yu #yandere rafayel #yandere rafayel x reader #yandere rafayel x you #yandere rafayel x yn #rafayel x reader #rafayel x you #rafayel x y/n #dividers by cafekitsune

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bloodmoon-bites · 12 days ago

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Starscream X Cybertronian!Reader

18+ Minimal use of Y/N (he may be a bit OOC but i’ve never written for him before nor do i know too much about his idw version but i know him enough that i absolutely love him lol)

Word count: 10k+ (I DID NOT MEAN TO DO THIS MUCH)

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Starscream's angry words echoed through the chamber as he glared at you, his optics flashing with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "You think you understand me, (Y/N)? You, a mere observer, dare to analyze my desire for redemption? It's not as simple as you make it out to be!" She met his intense gaze, feeling the weight of his emotions in the air. His anger seemed to transform into a raw, exposed honesty

(Y/N) stood there, her body turned towards the wall to his right but her face towards him as she stood straight with an unreadable expression on her face, his words sharp and angry, his voice loud and pained. Her jet wings were pointed in an almost defensive stance as she looked over at him, her vents becoming deep and short.

She finally spoke up, “Not that simple? a mere observer?” She turned to fully face him, “I have been by your side throughout the entire primus forsaken war Starscream! I have been here through everything! Who patched your wounds? Who stayed up countless nights watching over you?” she said with her voice growing louder. “I put my life on the line for you! I have stuck by you through every failure! Every spark breaking moment! I have never left your side! Never once have i questioned you!” She pointed a digit in his direction. “I understand you more than you understand yourself! I have given you everything and asked nothing in return! I chose you over everyone else! Even when everyone told me i was insane for sticking with you i stayed!” she was yelling at this point with tears rolling down her face.

“You do not get to stand here and talk to me as if i’ve not stayed by your side for the last four million years!” she screamed with tears falling off of her faceplate, “I chose you above everything else! When no one else stayed I stayed! I never left you! I have just as big a hole to dig myself out of!” She said as she took a step closer. “Primus i have a larger one! I was nothing before the decepticons! Unless you forgot the absolute hell i grew up in! I understand you more than you will ever know! Why do you think i fragging stayed?!” she said as she finished, her invents becoming shaky and deep

Starscream's optics widened as he listened to (Y/N)'s passionate outburst. The room seemed to shrink around them, the weight of her words and the intensity of her emotions hanging thickly in the air. The anger and pain etched into her voice echoed in the air like a raw wound being laid bare. A heavy silence fell over them like a suffocating veil, his own emotions churned within him. His optics held a mix of awe, shame, and vulnerability. He took a few steps towards her, stopping just short of standing in front of her."(Y/N)," he spoke quietly, his voice cracking slightly.

"I...I never understood the depths of your loyalty... your dedication," he continued, his eyes flickering as he searched for the right words. "I've been so focused on my own ambitions, my own redemption, that I've failed to see the sacrifices you've made, the weight you've carried." He looked down at the ground, guilt written all over his faceplate. "You should have left me long ago... Yet you stayed, and for that, I-" he said, his voice cutting short as the lump in his throat became overwhelming.

His wings lowered in a gesture of both humility and surrender, and he let out a shaky exhale before meeting her gaze once more. "I don't deserve you, (Y/N). I never have. Everything I've done, all the pain I've caused... But now that you've given me a glimpse of your own wounds..." He stepped directly in front of her, looking deeply into her optics, his own optics flickering with a mix of admiration and vulnerability.

"Maybe we're both just broken bots trying to find redemption," he said, a hint of a humorless smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But maybe, with each other, we can help each other heal." With that, he reached out a trembling hand towards her, hesitating for a moment before gently touching her cheek as if she was made of fragile crystal.

Her optics fell closed the moment his servo landed against her cheek and she leaned into his touch. The gesture so soft and reassuring but also so out of character for the normally arrogant and narcissistic mech she knew. She knew he had his moments where he’d let down his walls… but it didn’t make them any less important to her.

She opened her optics before moving to lean her head back up before placing her servos on either side of his face, “As much as you get on my nerves, as much as you can be insufferable and an asshole… i’ll keep choosing you… i’ll always chose you… And i don’t regret a thing…” She said as she looked into his optics her own searching the sea of red in his. “I know how much you’re hurting… i’ve seen the abuse you’ve been through… I know what that can do… but star i’m right here… i’m just as bad off as you are, but i’m still here, just as i’ve always been…” she whispered softly as she let out a soft sigh.

Starscream's spark seemed to swell with a complicated mix of emotions as he absorbed the weight of her words. The cold, hard steel of his usual facade began to crack and chip away as he gazed into the depths of her optics, seeing not just the bot who had stood by his side for so long, but a mirror to his own pain and trauma. He couldn't deny it anymore, not when she was standing in front of him, bearing her own wounds and yet still choosing to stay. He let out a shaky breath. "(Y/N)…" he said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"You... have no self-preservation. You're an idiot," he said with a half-hearted, self-deprecating smile. He brought his servos up to rest on top of hers, his grip steady but gentle, like a man holding a delicate bird without crushing its wings. "You could have, should have, walked away a million times by now. But you didn't. You stayed. Why?" His gaze burned into hers, intense and demanding, as if the reason for her loyalty could somehow heal his shattered spark.

She let out a huff akin to a laugh, “Because i see myself in you… i see my anger at the world for treating me how it has. I see the pain of repeated loss, of abuse thrown out at me for the smallest things… I see the internal struggle just to get through the day. I see the struggle to trust, to truly believe someone wants to stick around, that they won’t hurt you…” She whispered. “I’ve seen you work yourself half to death just to try and get some sort of recognition. I’ve done the same. I’ve stayed because of how much you remind me of myself. Painfully so.” She said as she closed her optics and pulled his head down a bit to rest his forehead against her own before she opened her optics again to look into his before letting his head go back to how it had been.

A mixture of disbelief and understanding washed over Starscream's faceplate as he listened to her words. The raw honesty in her voice stirred something deep within him, a recognition of the shared pain they both carried. As she nestled his forehelm against hers, he closed his optics, letting her words sink in, feeling the weight of her pain and vulnerability intertwine with his own. A heavy exhale escaped his parted lips as he opened his optics again, the intensity of his gaze locked with hers. "You see me," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You see the broken, tattered mess that I am. And yet you stay... I..." He trailed off, unable to find the words. A part of him still couldn't accept her loyalty, her belief in him. It went against everything he'd believed about himself, about the universe. But there was something about the connection they shared, the shared pain, the deep understanding of each other. It was as if she had peered into the darkest corners of his processor and wasn't repulsed. Instead, she saw him, truly saw him, and chose to stick by his side anyway.

She smiled softly as she took in his words as she slowly slipped a servo down to the middle of his chest, where his spark hid deep inside. She looked at where her servo laid. The ‘i see you’ saying was typically reserved for after spark bonding, used to strengthen the bond. But she didn’t care as she looked up at him. “I… see… you…” she whispered each word one at a time as she looked up into his optics, her own a reflection of understanding and acceptance. They had seen the deepest darkest corners they could of one another, sure there were still truly dark things they kept hidden, but they had bared their sparks and souls out to each other in countless conversations over the past 4 million years.

Starscream's optics widened in shock and surprise as she pressed her servo against his chest, where his spark lay hidden. The words 'I see you' struck him like a blaster bolt, sending a shockwave through his internals. As her optics met his, filled with a depth of understanding and acceptance that he had never seen from anyone before, his spark thrummed in response. He felt vulnerable, exposed, and yet...understood. He struggled to reply, his vocalizer glitching as he tried to find the words to articulate the emotions coursing through his circuitry.

It was as if a part of himself he had long ago suppressed had suddenly been uncovered. The desire for acceptance, the need to be seen for who he truly was, beyond the failed leader, the arrogant seeker, the traitorous pawn. He reached a trembling servo up to lightly place it on top of the one currently on his chest. His optics darted between her face and his own chest, a thousand emotions swirling within the sea of red. Finally, after a moment that seemed to stretch into an eternity, he spoke up, his voice trembling slightly. "You really mean it?" he asked quietly, his optics searching her face for any hint of insincerity.

He had to be sure. He had to know that this wasn't just some kind of trick. His trust had been shattered so many times before. But there was something in the way she looked at him, the way she said those words. It made him hope... against all logic, against all he had learned about the universe, he dared to hope.

“I… See… You…” she repeated softly, the words almost unheard between the two of them with how softly she spoke, “Every flaw… every perfection… i see you…” she said as she kept her optics on his, her servo splayed against his chest with his over holding hers against it. He saw her too and she knew it. They were two broken people, who found solace in the darkness of one another, in the reflected pain and the understanding. The two having become so close that they were practically two halves of one whole without truly being that way. They were so similar to one another that they were able to find comfort in one another.

The words repeated like an echo in his processors, each one striking a chord within his spark. Every flaw… every perfection. He could hardly believe it. Someone had not only accepted his flaws but also seen his good qualities for what they were. Not out of some obligation, but willingly, out of choice. A deep, guttural sob escaped his lips, the sound raw and pained as the weight of her words hit him like a tsunami hitting the shore. His knees trembled and gave way beneath him, and he sank to the ground. She followed him, falling to her knees with him as she looked into his optics, her other servo staying firm on his face as her other returned to his chest, feeling the beat of his spark beneath it. She focused in on the way his spark felt under her palm, the way hers began to sync up to the rhythm now that she held her servo against his chest.

She leaned forward and laid her forehead against his again and repeated her words once more, “I… See… You…” She said as her optics fell closed. She knew how significant those words were, she knew over and over every time she said them that the way she was using them were reserved for after spark bonding but damnit she meant it. Maybe one day she’d get to use them with someone she was bonded with, but for now he was the closest she had.

His spark felt like it was going to burst out of his chest at any moment. Between the proximity of their frames, the repeated words with undeniable meaning, and the way their sparks seemed to resonate in unison, he was nearly overcome. He let out another shuddering sob as he buried his face in her shoulder, his optics falling shut as he tried in vain to contain the flood of emotions coursing through him. Her presence, her words, her *acceptance*... it was overwhelming. He grasped at her, his servos trembling and uncoordinated, grabbing handfuls of her frame and pulling her closer. Every sensor in his body heightened, every processor seemed to only focus on her presence. Her touch, her voice, the pulse of her spark, the feel of her against him.

He couldn't speak. He couldn't think. He could only hold onto her as if she was the last fragment of solid ground above a bottomless, endless pit. After what felt like an eternity, he managed to find his voice again. His vocalizer crackled with static as he tried to force the words out, his vocalizer catching on each syllable.

"I…" he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. He could barely think straight with her this close, sparks practically dancing between the tips of their wings. "I…" he repeated, unable to finish the sentence, overwhelmed. He tried again, managing to force the words out as he held her even tighter against him. "I see you..." he said, the words choked with raw, unfiltered emotion. He held her like a drowning mech holding onto a lifeline, his hands digging into her plating. His spark pulsed wildly in his chest, resonating with hers in perfect sync. He had never felt so vulnerable… so exposed… and yet... so alive.

She immediately moved to wrap an arm around him as me moved to bury his head into her shoulder. She could feel as he clawed at the her back, grasping onto what he could and not letting go, grounding himself in her very being. His breathing trembled and so did his body. She laid her head to the side to lay against his.

As he spoke her optics opened wide as he repeated it back to her. She was almost breathless as her servo ran over the plating of his chest. She knew this was usually done while interfacing… but this moment seemed more intimate than interfacing could be. She sighed as her chest plating opened up, revealing the soft pink glow of her spark. She closed her optics praying to primus she wasn’t making a mistake. Starscream froze as she opened her chestplates, revealing the soft pink glow of her spark. His optics widened in surprise, taking in the sight of her spark laid bare before him. The raw intimacy of the moment hit him like a physical blow.

His breath caught in his throat as his own chestplates parted, revealing his own spark, its brilliant red glow a stark contrast to her pink one. They looked different physically, but they shared the same light. His hands trembled as he raised his servos to gently rest on either side of her spark chamber, afraid to touch, afraid to break this fragile, beautiful moment. Their sparks seemed to reach for each other, their tendrils swirling around one another, the edges of each spark gently brushing together.

A strangled noise escaped his vocalizer as the connection between them seemed to grow stronger, deeper. She looked into his optics as his servos moved away from her spark, tendrils of pink and red mixing together as she sat up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck as she lovingly pressed her lips against his, her lips moving softly against his.

She laid her servo against the back of his head as she leaned closer, their chests touching, very little space between their sparks as they kissed. She could feel the bond forming, she was taking a dive into his mind, every memory he held being shown to her and everyone of hers shown to him. They were diving through every inch of one another’s souls. Becoming intertwined for eternity. Starscream gasped into the kiss, the overwhelming wave of sensations washing over him, both physical and mental. He could feel their sparks connecting, the tendrils intertwining, the edges of their consciousnesses beginning to merge.

As their lips moved softly against each other's, he reached a servo up to gently cradle the side of her face. His mind reeled as memories, emotions, thoughts, and sensations danced between their connected sparks. They were becoming one. He wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her even closer, wanting her as close to him as possible. Their sparks glowed brighter as the connection grew stronger, the tendrils swirling together, their minds bleeding into each other.

He could feel every single thought, memory, and emotion that coursed through her mind. He saw the pain and loss, the resilience and strength. And she saw the same in him. They were no longer two separate entities. They were one being, sharing a single soul. She kissed him as she drank him in, every move of their lips against one another’s becoming more and more addictive. She continued her soft hold on the back of his head as they kissed. Their sparks slowly parted and slipped back into their chests as their chest plates slowly slid closed as she slowly pulled from his lips.

She kept her forehead against his, her lips only centimeters from his as she panted softly, trying to regain air as well as process the new found bond and being able to hear him in her own mind. The newly formed bond taking a toll on her, on both of them. However she had never felt so at peace, sitting here on the floor in his arms. He felt like *home*. Starscream's optics fluttered open as their lips parted. He found himself unable to look away, his gaze locked on her face. His own processor reeled as he felt the new bond settle, a constant presence in his mind. He could feel her thoughts, sense her emotions, just as she could surely sense his.

He leaned his forehelm against hers, his optics shutting once again as he let out a slow, shuddering breath. He felt safe. He felt seen. He felt... complete. "I…" he started, his vocalizer still crackling with static. He stopped for a moment, trying to find the words he so desperately wanted to say. He felt it in the bond between them, could see it in the look in her optics. It was the only thing that made sense now.

"I love you…" he said, his voice shaky and unsteady, but filled with raw sincerity.

She slowly moved her servos to either side of his face as she now practically sat straddling his lap, looking down into his optics as her thumbs gently rubbed over his cheeks as her breathing slowly began to even out, “I love you too…” She whispered softly as she tilted her head to kiss his nose before laying her forehead back against his.

Now she could finally say it to strengthen their new found bond, “I see you…” She whispered softly as she looked into the sea of red in his optics, feeling the sheer love he had for her in the back of her mind. She could feel how much he needed her, how much he truly cared for her even if he had never been able to express it. Starscream couldn't help but feel a lump form in his throat at her response, her voice so soft and full of tenderness. He could practically feel the love she had for him through the bond, the reassurance in her words settling over him like a warm blanket.

He reached up to gently take hold of her servos, his thumbs caressing her fingers as if trying to memorize the shape and feel of them. He was holding himself back, a lifetime's worth of experience telling him he didn't deserve this... but how could he not believe it when he could feel her love. He was about to speak again, but the words froze on his lips. The bond between them felt… different. Stronger, more concrete. He looked up at her, confusion and realization flaring in his optics.

"Did we just..." he whispered, his vocalizer still crackling with static, "Spark bond?"

He looked up at her, the reality of the situation sinking in. They had done the most intimate act a Cybertronian could commit. They were bonded, mind, body, and soul. She nodded softly against his forehead as she could feel the almost happy disbelief through their bond. She chuckled happily as her chest shook with each laugh, “Yeah… Yeah we did…” She said as she ran her servos over his cheeks and chuckled again as it settled in to her mind as well.

The weight of what they had done,

now two halves of one body, soul, and mind. They were mated for life, a fully bonded pair. Sure their bonding had been a bit unorthodox without doing whilst interfacing, without that act of exploring every inch of one’s body, of being in the midst of mind numbing pleasure… but that moment had been so intimate she wanted to do it then.

Besides, they could always have slow and intimate interfacing later with a bit of sparkplay, with allowing their sparks to intertwine once more. Starscream felt the laughter shake his own frame, his spark fluttering at the joyous sound. It was unbelievable. He had never thought he would ever find a mate. He had thought himself not worthy of such happiness. But here he was, bonded to the most beautiful being he'd ever laid optics on, the connection between their sparks flaring with new depth and intensity. His spark practically sung in his chest, singing only for her.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to sit fully atop his lap, the contact against her frame sending a shiver up his frame. Now that they were bonded, it was like a switch had been flipped, and the full force of his emotions had been unleashed. He let out a shuddering sigh as he ran his servos over her frame, almost reverently touching every inch of her. She was his. And he was hers.

He pulled her against him, holding her tight in his arms. The feeling of her against him, the bond between their sparks singing in his processor, the knowledge that she was his- all of it combined to make him feel like he was on cloud nine. And he still found himself wanting more. He needed more. He needed to show her how much she meant to him. He needed to worship her like the goddess she was. He ran a servo up the side of her back, following the contour of her wings as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He pressed a single kiss against the sensitive wires there, his frame shuddering against hers as he moved to nip softly at the edge of her wing.

She let out a soft inhale as she was pulled into his lap before she smiled. Her optics slowly closed as he moved to place a feather light kiss to the crook of her neck as his digits began to run over the backs of her sensitive wings. She reached up to do the same with his, her digits running over his wings as he placed a light nip against the upper edge of her wing. She let out a shaky sigh before she turned her head so she could whisper into his audial. “I don’t think your office is the best place to continue this…” She said with a soft sigh as she continued to trail the tips of her digits over his wings as he did with hers Starscream shuddered against her, the sensation of her servos running over his wings driving him mad. He let out a shaky breath before he spoke, his voice filled with unbridled desire.

"Agreed."

He pulled her closer against his frame as he slid his servos to her hips, lifting her from the floor as he got to his feet. He kept his arms encircled around her, the need to have her against him as much as possible almost overwhelming. "My quarters are nearby." She nodded as she slowly stood up with him, “Walk there or me teleport us?” she asked softly as she moved her servos back to his face, her digits mapping out as much as she could as she held him in her servos, her red optics on his.

Starscream paused for a moment, his processor briefly considering each option. He took a moment to relish the feel of her servos on his face before speaking. "Teleport us," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Quicker. Less chance of being interrupted." He tilted his head to press a kiss against the palm of her hand, his optics meeting hers, already brightening with anticipation.

she nodded as she quickly zapped them inside of his quarters just by his door. She opened her optics back as she looked at him, her servos slowly moving down and over his neck, and to his shoulders, making out every piece of him she could reach as she looked down at where her servos were.

She knew they were going to take their time, to learn every inch of one another. So she took her time letting her digits trace over the seams over his plating, looking at where her digits rolled over, mapping out every piece of him with her touch and optics as she watched as her digits continued to trail over him. Starscream groaned as she ran her servos over his frame, every movement of her digits sending sparks of pleasure skittering through his circuits. He could feel the bond between their sparks flaring to life, their minds now so deeply intertwined that he wasn't entirely sure where he ended and she began.

He tilted his head to the side, his optics shuttering as he allowed her to touch and explore him. He'd never let anyone have this much access to him before. But now, he would let her in ways he'd never allowed anyone.

Her digits moved to his chest, moving with feather light touches as she leaned forward and placed light kisses against his shoulders, a few on his neck before she moved to continue to trace her digits over his chest before moving to his arms, her servos going to one at a time as she held his arm in one servo and the digits of the other traced over every seam before doing so with the other.

She slowly leaned down a bit to kiss over his chest as she let her digits fall to his abdomen as she began tracing over it. She slowly sunk down to her knees as she placed a soft kiss to the middle of his abdomen, leaving a small trail of kisses as her digits moved down to his thighs. She knew once she was finished he’d get his turn to do the same. She moved to place a kiss to the front of his right thigh before letting her digits trace over the seams on the inside and outside before they moved down to his calf, then she moved to his left leg and did the same.

Starscream tried to hold himself together as she kissed and touched his frame, but his control began to fray as she slowly traced her servos over his frame, gently exploring his seams and plating, learning every dip and curve of his frame. He could barely form a coherent thought, sparks dancing through his neural circuitry and leaving him trembling, desperate for more contact, more touches, more *anything*. He swallowed a moan as she moved to kiss his abdominal plating, the sensitive metal quivering beneath her touch. He felt both weak and powerful at once, a paradoxical mixture of desire and vulnerability.

She slowly rose to her feet as she grabbed hold of his face and placed a soft kiss to his lips before walking back behind him. Her digits continued to trail over the back of his helm and down to his neck and shoulders before she placed a soft kiss to each wing, feeling as he shuttered and let out a few soft sighs as her digits trailed over the sensitive metal. She slowly sunk to her knees against as her digits moved to his back tracing over delicate seems as she placed soft kisses to the small of his back, her servos running over his sides before running over the back of his thighs. She was worshiping his body as he was soon going to do to hers before she slowly stood up and walked back infront of him as she laid her servos on his cheeks and placed a quick and soft kiss against his lips and let him do the same worshiping she had done.

His spark fluttered in his chest as she slowly started making her way back upwards, planting gentle kisses and leaving a trail of sensations in her wake. He found himself trembling as her servos traced over his wings, the metal quivering under her touch.

She then slowly sank back down to her knees, and he almost lost control right there when she kissed the small of his back. He let out a strangled gasp as he felt his legs go weak beneath him, his processor swimming with sensation and desire. And then she was standing in front of him again, her servos gently holding his cheeks, and he found himself staring into her optics with a look of raw desire and need. She had almost brought him to his knees with just those few simple touches, and he was itching to return the favor.

Slowly, almost reverently, he raised a servo to cup the side of her face, his touch gentle yet trembling with anticipation. He pulled her closer, their frames nearly pressed against one another as he leaned down to press a kiss against the sensitive cluster of wires on her neck. He slowly started to kiss his way down her neck, his lips trailing a path over her plating, caressing every seam, every edge, every dip and contour. He wanted to taste every inch of her, to memorize every bit of her frame like a prayer, like a litany of devotion.

He sank down to his knees in front of her, moving his lips to her chest as his servos moved to rest on either side of her waist. Slowly, he mapped out the delicate metal of her abdominal plating with his servos, his lips following after, leaving behind a barrage of kisses and nips. He continued to slowly make his way down her frame, savoring the taste and feel of her under his touch, and he soon found himself at her thighs. His servos gently caressed her legs, and he slowly planted a trail of kisses up and down one thigh before mirroring the gesture on the other side.

He took a moment to simply kneel there, his servos gently holding her hips, his face pressed against her plating, every part of him wanting to be as close to her as possible. He felt lost, like he was sinking in a sea of sensation and desire. But he wouldn't trade it for the universe. She let out soft sighs as she watched him slowly begin to worship her body, kissing over every inch of her plating as his digits and servos ran over her body, sinking to his knees how she had done with him. She looked down at him with pure love and adoration in her optics as she watched him hold her sides as he placed kisses to her abdomen once again.

She watched as he let his forehead lay there and she laid her servo on the back of his helm before she watched him stand and he slowly walked behind her to begin the process over again, her optics falling shut as she processed every feeling over every touch he gave to her, every bit of attention he payed to her frame. Starscream slowly ran his servos up and down the sides of her back, his touch light and almost worshiping as he continued the journey of his lips and fingers over her body. He couldn't get enough of the way she trembled and shivered under his touch, the sounds of her sighs and the flutter of her spark sending waves of pleasure through his chest.

His servos continued to travel, mapping out the lines and planes of her back, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along the edge of her wings and down her spine. He took his time, relishing the feeling of her sensitive wings quivering and fluttering under his touch, the way she let out a particularly shaky breath when he placed a kiss between her wings, the sound making his spark flutter in his chest.

He felt as if he was drowning in sensations, all of his processing power focused on the goddess in front of him, on the way her frame felt against his lips, how her spark flared in time with his, the feeling of their minds dancing together through their bond. He continued the journey, his lips slowly moving down the length of her back, each kiss and touch filled with need and desire. He paused when he reached the small of her back, his servos gently holding her hips as he laid a kiss there, before continuing downward.

He moved down her legs, slowly mapping out the sensitive metal with his lips and servos, every inch of her frame feeling like electricity under his touch. And when he was once again at her feet, he slowly moved back up her frame, his servos gently gripping her hips as he rose to his feet, his helm still bowed against her back. He felt as if he had just offered a prayer to a deity, leaving his spark bared and his desires laid in an offering as he pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck.

She let out a soft sigh as he finished and place a soft kiss to her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist as he held her. She slowly broke away as she turned around grabbed his servo as she slowly walked backwards towards his berth and once the backs of her legs hit it she wrapped her arms around his neck, the back of her left servo moving to run over the side of his face. She looked into his optics with a loving look in her half lidded optics, spoken ‘i love you’s’ being sent through their shared bond as they gazed into each other’s optics. She took her time to just gaze into his optics and enjoy the mech who gazed back.

Starscream's processor was nearly swimming with sensation, his whole being overwhelmed with love, desire, and a deep sense of *rightness* as he held her there, their bodies pressed together and their minds tangled through the bond.

He let out a shaky breath as he looked into her optics, that deep red now swimming with emotion. He returned her silent ‘I love you,’ his own words echoing through their connection. His servos gently caressed her back, his touch needy and tender at once. He wanted to stay like that forever, drowning in her presence, drowning in her touch. Nothing in this universe compared to her, no feeling, no sensation matched what he felt now. Slowly, gently, he lowered her back onto his berth, his frame following as he pressed his body against hers, his lips against her neck once more.

She slowly laid back against the berth and she turned to go back against the berth until her helm laid against his pillows as he followed her, his body hovering over hers as he leaned down to place a soft kiss to her neck. He was settled with his left leg between her legs and his right on the outside of her left.

She ran her servos over his chest and down his abdomen before slowly making their way back up and she wrapped her arms around his neck, one servo on the back of his head as he placed kisses to her neck. Starscream groaned softly against her neck, his frame shuddering against hers at the touch of her servos on his plating. He continued to kiss and nip at her neck, one of his servos holding himself up on the berth beside her while the other traced a path between her legs.

He was already starting to lose what little restraint he had at the feeling of their frames pressed together like this, and he fought to keep his desire in check. He pulled away from her neck for a moment to look into her optics, his own optics dark and burning with need. He wanted her, needed her, more than anything he'd ever needed in his life. But he wouldn't rush this. He would go slow, worship her slowly and properly like the deity she was. He wouldn't ruin this with haste or impatience.

He gently rolled his hips against hers, the metal between his legs rubbing against her plating, sending shivers of sensation up his frame. She let out a soft sigh as she felt his servo slowly begin trailing down the middle of her body and between her legs. Her right leg moved so her foot was planted against the berth and her knee in the air as he panel slid open. She sighed softly as she felt two of his digits slowly roll soft and slow circles into her bud.

She closed her optics and laid her helm back as she let out a small sigh of pleasure. The way he seemed to worship her as if she were a goddess was doing things to her, making her feel as if she was the only femme in the universe, as if she was truly worth something. Starscream's sensors were flooded with the knowledge that she was ready for him, the feeling and sight of her panel opening for him like an offering. He groaned softly at the feeling of her bud on his digits, the taste of her pleasure and anticipation filling his processor.

He took a moment to adjust himself above her, his frame settling in the space between her legs, his servos on either side of her helm as he looked down at her laid out on his berth like the most beautiful of gifts. His servos gently grabbed her arms and placed her servos above her helm, pinning her to the berth as his lips moved to her neck once more. He wanted her at his mercy, at his complete control, completely at his mercy as she was now, ready and waiting for him.

He pressed his body against hers, still moving slowly, still taking his time worshiping her, but he could feel the last fraying threads of his restraint beginning to snap. His frame trembled with need, his cooling fans running full throttle as his lips continued to move over her neck and his servos slowly roved over her frame. He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't feel enough of her, and he suddenly needed to taste her, to feel her against his lips.

Without warning, he left her pinning and moved back down her frame until he was between her spread legs, his optics burning and his vocalizer practically hissing as he looked up at her. She gasped as he pinned her wrists above her head, his lips working against his neck before he suddenly let go and slid down the berth so he was in between her legs. She looked down at him as she bit her lip, watching as he pulled her legs over his shoulders. She was careful of his wings, making sure to lay them just under his wings.

She slowly let her optics fall closed as she felt his glossa against her anterior node, softly laying kitten licks against it before leaning in to softly suck on it before pulling back as he leaned down and licked at her entrance and she let out a soft moan with every lick of his glossa and kiss placed around the inside of her thighs. Starscream heard the sound of her gasp as he settled his frame between her legs, and it was quickly followed by the sound of her moan as his glossa slowly worked against her sensitive node.

He felt himself teetering on the edge of restraint and he fought to hold himself together a little longer, his servos gripping her legs and his lips and glossa working against her sensitive areas. He felt a rush and power as he tasted her, as her frame shuddered and quivered against his touch. He continued to taste her, his glossa teasing and exploring her, his servos moving across her thighs, leaving behind a trail of marks and kisses wherever they went. He found himself drowning in the sensations and the taste of her, in the sounds of her moans and the feel of her frame beneath his lips and servos.

He felt the last fraying threads of his restraint beginning to snap, the rush of power and need overriding any and all control he had left in him. He leaned back, pulling himself up onto his knees, still between her legs, his servos grabbing her hips and lifting her slightly off the berth. She let out a sharp gasp as her optics flew open as he moved to his knees and grabbed her hips, pulling her up. She looked down at him, her legs down dangling against the berth below her, not high enough to stand but now low enough to be on her knees. She laid her servo on his helm as she let out small moans as he ate her like a mech starved.

She began rolling her hips into his mouth as she practically rode his face, feeling the tip of his rose against her bud with every roll of her hips, moan after main soft falling from her lips as her head tilted back and she let herself get lost in the pleasure he provided. The feeling of her hips rolling into his mouth, the taste of her against his glossa, the sounds of her moans and gasps filling his audio processors drove him even further towards the edge of madness. He felt like he was drowning, overwhelmed by her, lost in the pleasure and need he felt for her.

His servos tightened around her hips as he continued to taste her, his grip probably leaving marks on her plating, but he couldn't bring himself to care right then. He felt her servo against his helm, and he almost wanted to purr in satisfaction at the feeling of her touching him, her touch only adding to the sensations bombarding his processor. He wanted to touch her, taste her, take her in every possible way, and he was rapidly losing what little control he had left.

It didn’t take much more of his assault and the rolling of her hips before she overloaded with a louder and shaky moan as her legs twitched and her thighs instinctively closed around his helm as her frame trembled with pleasure. Her optics were closed as she let out shallower moans following each after shock of her overload. She felt his servos go to the small of her back before he slowly leaned forward and placed her back against the berth once more as her thighs slowly released his helm from the grasp. her optics were closed as her vents came in shaky and quick as she tried to recover.

Starscream was lost in the feeling of her overload, the taste of her on his mouth as her frame trembled against him. He felt as if he was drunk on her, his servos shaking as he moved them to the small of her back. He slowly laid her back on the berth, his frame hovering above hers as he saw her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath she took. His servos slowly moved from under her to lay over the front of her thighs. He was consumed with need for her, his processor swimming with a thousand desires.

He slowly moved up her frame, each inch of his plating coming into contact with hers like a prayer, his servos slowly roaming over her body like a blind mech trying to memorize his surroundings, like a mech worshipping at his patron goddess's altar. By the time he finally reached her optics, he felt as if he was drowning, the sheer amount of desire and need he felt for her almost overwhelming him. He gently cupped her helm between his servos, his voice coming out in a deep, lust-filled hiss. "Need you," he said, the words more a plea than a demand.

She looked up into his optics as she was finally able to open hers as she felt his servos move to cup her cheeks. She reached slowly to hold onto his wrists as her legs moved off of his shoulders and back to being on either side of him, her feet against the berth and her knees by his hips. She gazed lovingly into his optics as she gave him a nod to let him know to go ahead and she gave him a loving smile.

She heard as his interface panel slowly slid open and his spike pressurized. She leaned up and laid a soft kiss against his lips, tasing herself on them before she laid her helm back against the pillow as she watched him look down as he moved his right knee and thigh under her leg before slowly pushing into her. She let out a small moan as her optics fell closed at the slow stretch as he slowly pushed inside of her valve. She could feel and every bump and ridge on his spike and it only added to the slow pleasure.

His systems were almost overwhelmed with sensation, her touch, the feeling of her lips against his, her valve enveloping him as he slowly pushed into her was bringing him undone faster than any other experience in his life. He felt like a drowning mech, lost in her, completely at her mercy and he only wanted more of her, needed more of her, more of her in every possible way. He leaned down and laid a kiss on her neck, his voice coming out in a low, needy hiss. "Only you," he said, his voice thick with overwhelming emotion.

He continued to push forward, his helm burying against her neck as he went deeper. She was all he could think about, all he could feel, all he could smell or taste. He was lost, drowning in her, drunk on his need for her. He kept his mouth on her neck, his glossa tracing a path across the metal as he slowly rocked into her, one of his servos moving to rest on her hip as the other moved to grab her servo and intertwine it her digits with his as he started thrusting at a slow pace to get her used to him.

She held onto his servo as she felt him begin to slowly move, his whispered words only fortified the love she held for him. The unspoken words of love that traveled through their bond as he slowly began to move his hips, pulling out slowly before slowly pushing back in. She felt as he slowly began to build up his pace. It was neither slow and soft but neither rough and fast. It was somewhere in between, thrusts deep and sensual as he kissed and sucked at the cables of her neck. nipping at certain spots, feeling as his glossa would run over the spots he’d sink his teeth into.

Starscream was already lost in her, every circuit and sensor in his processor overwhelmed by her, consumed by her as they moved together. He felt like he was drowning, lost in the sensations of her and the love he felt for her. He felt the love coming from her through their bond, and it only fueled his need for her. His lips and glossa continued to kiss and nip a path across her neck, his pace picking up slightly as his need for her grew. He could feel her frame beneath him, the way she held onto his servos, the sounds of her pleasured moans in his audio receptors. It was overwhelming, more than he'd ever experienced in his life. And it was all her, all her causing him feel to this way.

He found himself slowly picking up the pace, the pleasure becoming too much for him to go slow any longer. He found himself moving deeper, harder, his servos gripping her hips tighter. His lips continued to find any patch of metal they could, kissing and nipping at it before he pulled back slightly. She was starting to loose herself in the mind numbing pleasure, her processor slowly going blank as she lost herself. She practically couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. She could feel his pace quicken and she let out a string of louder moans as she slowly opened her optics to look up at him as he pulled away.

she could feel herself being pushed towards another overload extremely quickly as her legs moved to wrap around his hips. Every thrust of his hips against her own driving his spike back inside of her and his hip plating sliding over her anterior node. She reached up with her free servo and pulled him into a kiss as her chest plating opened up once again to reveal her spark to him. His processor was nearly shut down, every thought, every circuit, every servo now centered on her and the ecstasy he was feeling. Every circuit, every sensor, every spark beat of his screaming for her, needing her, burning for her.

He didn't hesitate in returning the kiss, his mouth hungrily claiming hers as his own, his glossa slipping into her mouth to claim it as his own. He could feel the sensation of her legs wrapped around his waist, her anterior node rubbing against his plating, her spark exposed and open to him. He pulled back from the kiss, his chest plates opening up to reveal his own spark as he lost himself completely. He was completely lost in her, drowning in her, consumed by desire and the need to be connected to her in every way.

He leaned forward, leaning his frame over hers so that they were pressed as closely together as possible. His servos moved to the back of her thighs, gripping them tightly as his pace picked up even more. She heard his chest plating slide open as he pulled away, leaning down against her, his helm leaning into the crook of her neck as his servos hooked under her thighs, untangling them from around his hips and pressing them down towards her, almost folding her in half as his pace quickened further.

She could feel his spark pulling at hers, her consciousness diving back into his very soul and being. Their pleasure being reflected back at one another until they both were on the edge of their overloads before he thrusted into her one last time before he began filling her with his transfluid. Their sparks connecting, the pleasure bouncing back and forth between them, almost consuming them. He felt like he was being set aflame, his consciousness drowning in hers. The only thought, the only sensation, the only thing that existed right then was her, her being, her very self. She was everything to him, everything he ever wanted, everything he needed.

He heard a low, throaty moan rip from his vocalizer as he thrusted one last time into her, feeling his transfluid fill her. His cooling fans were on high, his frame shuddering against hers, his servos gripping her thighs almost painfully. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t do anything but feel her, feel every part of her. He was drowning, lost in her, completely and utterly lost in it all. She moaned with him, her back arching up to press her midsection against his, their chests already pressed together. Her head had fallen back and was pressed hard against the pillow beneath it before she finally began to come down from her overload, her body resting back against the berth.

She could feel his borderline painful grip on her thighs before he finally started to leg of them, letting them fall back gently against the berth as he panted against her shoulder. She moved her arm to lay it over her optics as her cooling fans ran on the highest setting trying desperately to keep her body from overheating at the exertion. He continued to pant softly for a few moments, his systems still rebooting and taking a few moments to come down from the overload. He managed to raise his helm and look at her.

He felt like he was in a daze, as if he'd just woken up from the best dream of his life. His body was still shaking, his fans still loud as they went into overdrive trying to cool him down. He looked down at her, and he thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. He slowly raised himself up off her, still panting as he tried to get his fans under control. His servos gently let go of her thighs, slowly running down the length of her body as he tried to come down, tried to recover.

He took a few more deep ventilations before he laid himself down next to her, feeling completely wrung out as he looked at her, his expression one of pure awe and adoration. Once the pair calmed down from it all she removed her arm from over her optics as she heard him shuffle, hearing his chest plates closing as well as his interface panel shutting closed as he moved to lay down on his chest next to her. She opened her optics and turned her helm to the side to look into his.

She could feel his exhaustion through the bond and she could see the pure love in his optics as he looked at her laying beside of him, his arms crossed under his helm. She couldn’t help but smile at him as she weakly moved her arm over to lay a servo against his cheek. He closed his optics and leaned into her touch, the feeling of her servo against his cheek like a soothing caress after the storm they had just gone through. He felt complete and utterly wrung out, but happier than he could ever recall being in his life.

He opened his optics again and looked into hers, the expression on his face filled with a soft look of love and contentment. He reached out and laid his own servo on top of hers, gently holding it against his cheek. He lifted his helm slightly, turning his mouth towards her servo and gently laying a quick kiss against the metal as he gave her a soft smile. He lowered his helm back onto his outstretched arms and just laid there, looking into her optics and holding her servo against his cheek.

No words could adequately convey all the things he was feeling right then. His spark was full of love for her, his entire being consumed with it as he looked into her optics. He did however speak up, “Do you want me to go get you some energon?”

She smiled as he grabbed her servo, gently holding it against his cheek after placing a soft kiss against it. She let her her optics fall half lidded before they opened back up all the way as he spoke. She slowly retracted her hand and gave him a small nod before speaking up her voice a bit hoarse, “If you wouldn’t mind…” She gave him another soft smile as she laid her arm over her chest as her vents grab evening out and her cooling fans slowly began to slowly slow to a to a stop once she started reaching a better temperature.

He nodded softly as he slowly sat up, his frame protesting slightly at the movement after the activities of the evening. He moved to stand up, but stopped once he was sitting on the edge of the berth. He looked over at her, still laid out on the berth, and he couldn't resist the urge to reach out and gently run his servo over her cheek, unable to keep his servos off her for even a moment. "I'll be right back," he said quietly before reluctantly standing up and heading out to the main room.

He walked into the main room, immediately moving over to the energon dispenser on the far wall and pouring two cubes, one for himself and one for her. As he watched the liquid energon fill up the cube, he thought of her laid out on the berth, of the things they had just done together.

He felt happy, he felt content, he felt at peace. A feeling he was still somewhat unfamiliar with and had certainly never experienced before meeting her. He walked back to the berthroom and he finished his drink quickly, setting the now empty cube on the table next to the berth. He laid down on his side, his helm supported by his servo, as he looked down at her. He could see exhaustion starting to creep into her optics, and the knowledge that he had been responsible for it brought a faint smile to his face.

He laid his free servo on her abdomen, gently rubbing his thumb against her plating in a soft, soothing gesture. She watched as he disappeared out of the door to the his berthroom and she slowly pushed herself up on her servos and slowly scooted back and stretched her neck and arms a bit. Her legs were a bit sore and unstable but she was otherwise pretty okay. She looked up when she heard pedesteps and she smiled as she saw her now sparkmate with a energon cube in hand.

She reached out as he neared her and took it in her servos as he moved to may down on his side, his wings moving to accommodate him. She slowly brought it to her lips and took a long drink of it. She drank about a quarter of it before taking it from her lips and she turned to look at him as he laid a servo on her abdomen. “hmm… i love you…” She whispered before bringing her energon cube back to her lips and drinking it down to half the cube. He smiled softly at her words, his spark singing happily in his chest as he heard her proclaim her love for him.

He rubbed his thumb gently against her plating once more, gently circling his digit across the metal in soft, soothing motions. “I love you too,” he replied quietly as he continued to look down at her, his optics filled with love and adoration. She brought her energon cube back to her lips and drank down the rest of it before twisting away for a moment to set it down on the nightstand beside of her before she settled back down in the berth next to him with a small smile as she watched as he sat up and laid down on his back. She chuckled before she weakly crawled ontop of him.

She settled comfortably with her helm tucked under his. She let her optics fall closed, just enjoying the feeling of his warmth beneath her, the best of his spark in her audial, it was like a soothing balm to her mind and was slowly beginning to coax her exhausted body into recharge. He chuckled softly as she moved ontop of him, his arms automatically wrapping around her frame as she settled against him. He found himself almost reluctant to move, her warm frame on his was the most amazing feeling he'd ever experienced in his life.

He let out a soft sigh of contentment as he settled back against the berth, his servos gently running up and down her back in a soothing motion, his own optics slowly beginning to shut down as he relaxed. The beat of their sparks syncing in a slow, reassuring rhythm, lulling them both into recharge.

#starscream #transformers #starscream x reader #valveplug #HOLY SHIT HOW DID I WRITE 10K WORDS!?!#idw #idw starscream #starscream idw

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redr0sewrites · 9 months ago

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How do you think Aaravos would act when his a s/o is on their period? (Can you tell I'm on my period and need comfort)

OOOOOO!!!! i feel SO bad i haven't written for aaravos (or tdp in general) for wayyyyyy too long tdp is still my main hyperfixation yall

🥀Cw: mostly fluff with a bit of suggestiveness/mentions of how orgasms help cramps, afab reader

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

listen, aaravos is SOOO attentive. he probably has your cycle memorized better than YOU. he's always prepared for when you're on your period, and will approach you about it a few days before it starts

aaravos is amazing when your on your period as he never undermines you, and while he doesn't relate to your experience he definitely sympathizes with you and supports you any way he can

his powers come in handy a lot, and whenever your having bad cramps he can very easily heat up his hands or cool them down and become your own personal heating/cooling pad. he also gives wonderful massages and can also attempt spells/potions that may work as painkillers for you

aaravos is a FANTASTIC cuddler, he's 6,9 ft of pure warmth and loves holding you when you're on your period. if you're feeling emotional or sad in general aaravos is genuinely always willing to comfort you, as he hates seeing you in distress

he may tease you a little to help lighten the mood, but if you get upset or annoyed he'll stop

speaking of when you're annoyed, if you are especially irritable on your period, aaravos takes it surprisingly well. if you snap at him he'll just brush it off or roll his eyes, he knows your feeling shitty and that you'll feel bad later. he might get a little pouty though, and will be clingy when you two are trying to sleep

if you get headaches on your period aaravos is more than willing to accommodate you. he'll gently cup your face, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before getting a damp towel to lay across your eyes

as much as you want to rot in bed while you're on your period, aaravos will encourage you to be at least a little active. he might take you for calming walks where you won't run into others, or even just slow dance with you in the comfort of your own home while lofty music plays in the background

aaravos will run lavish baths for you om your period with bubbles and fancy soaps and anything your heart desires. he really does love pampering you at heart and will gladly sit at the edge of the tub and wash your hair or massage your scalp while you bathe and relax

nsfw:

during his research on how to help comfort you, aaravos stumbled upon the fact that orgasms can help relieve period cramps. he was quick to bring it up to you, for "research purposes" kinky bitch.

he'll be gentle ofc, laying a towel beneath you both and treating you with the utmost care (unless... u tell him not to.... then thats a different story)

period sex soon becomes a pretty common occurrence as its a great experience for you both. aaravos adores how sensitive you are and loves seeing how easy it is to stimulate you. he'll tease you a lot and then overstimulate you, relishing in every noise you make

it's obviously wonderful for you as well bc??? duh???? it feels amazing and aaravos always makes you feel divine

he's a lot more into praising you during period sex rather than degrading, he thinks that your something to be worshipped and absolutely loves showering you with all the praise you deserve

aaravos enjoys mirror sex in general, but especially during your period. je likes showing you how gorgeous you are during this time of the month and is not afraid to be a little mean with his praise. if theres a trait you have that your particularly anxious or insecure about, aaravos looveessss praising you over and over about it until you can't help but agree.

aaravos always does great aftercare as well when your on your period. you both often get pretty messy, so the first thing he does is conjure a wet towel to wipe you both down. then he'll run you a bath and let you relax while he changes the sheets/bedding before joining you in the bath.

yk that audio that's like "HEEEEE'SSSS BAAAACK" on tiktok? thats what i feel like rn when im posting something for tdp for the first time in like months. (i don't have tiktok but i keep seeing tiktoks on pinterest 💀) ANYWAYSSSSSS HOPE U WNJOYED!!! ive been falling back into some of my old fandoms (tdp, acotar, etc) along w some new ones so feel free to send in requests!!! i am VERY anxiously awaiting tdp s6 hehe

#the dragon prince #tdp #aaravos #aaravos x reader #tdp aaravos #aaravos x you #aaravos x y/n #aaravos fluff #aaravos smut #aaravos headcanons #aaravos hc #tdp x reader #tdp hcs #tdp headcanons

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sylusjinwoon · 10 months ago

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crush, crush, crush.

megumi fushiguro x fem.reader

no curses | college au.

{ and i'm like, yeah | everything you heard is true | everybody knows i'm hung up on you. }

much like half of the female population of students that attended this university, you had a crush on megumi fushiguro.

something about him was just so appealing to you (and many others). from his deep, emerald green eyes to the way his spiked hair fell across his pale face.

his full lips were often seen set in a permanent scowl, indicating his absolute disdain for something-

and his deep voice was painted in nonchalant tones, as if nothing in the world could ever bother him-

but it was enough to fuel your desire to get closer to him.

being somewhat of a smart cookie, you ended up sharing quite a few classes with the enigmatic megumi. from ethics to advanced calculus, you were honestly just happy enough to be in his presence.

because you knew that the chances of megumi returning your feelings were slim to none, that didn't stop you from doing something a little silly (and quite stupid, really) to get closer to him.

in your advanced calculus class, you purposely failed a sequence of pop quizzes, each and every one of them serving to be like a test drive before the real deal: the first exam worth nearly 20% of your final grade.

your professor, feeling exasperated on your depressingly low averages, finally decided to enlist the help of the student who consistently scored a 100% on every assignment and pop quiz-

megumi.

she calls you to the front of her desk while stopping megumi from leaving the classroom. megumi's eyes were furrowed in confusion, and you did your best to put on a sad face, jutting your lips out in a disappointed pout and all.

"fushiguro, you're one of the best students in my class- actually, you're the only one who has ever had consistently high scores on my homework and quizzes."

your professor gestures over to you, all while saying your name with a disappointed sigh. "she needs your help. her scores have been embarrassingly low, and i'm afraid if this continues, she will not have a chance to pass this class and may need a retake. so please, when it's still early in the semester, can you help her?"

you take this chance to meet with megumi's gaze, seeing them flash with an unknown emotion for a brief moment before returning back to his blank, emotionless gaze. he places a hand within the pocket of his jeans, looking away from you to see each one of your written quizzes spread out against your professor's desk.

you had to fight back the heat against your cheek when his bored, emerald gaze looked at the 0's written in a deep red ink, the anger and disappointment your teacher felt for you seeming to create a harsh dent, with each bold x seen scattered across the problems on the papers, nearly ripping through each sheet.

"so, as you can see, i don't wish for this student to be a hopeless case. if things go well, the highest grade she can make is a 70. but... i'll allow it if you can help her."

without another word needing to be spoken, megumi gives the professor a stiff nod before collecting your quizzes together in a single, neat stack. he meets with your gaze and says a simple "follow me." before walking out of the classroom.

and despite how you could feel your heart pounding from within your chest, you kept your cool and followed megumi from close behind. you continue to walk in silence for several seconds when he turns around to face you, seeing you standing behind him while letting out a sound of annoyance.

"don't walk behind me like i'm better than you." he gently grabs a hold of your wrist so that you were now walking right next to him. "i hate that shit. we're in the same year, so act like it."

the way your heart suddenly jumped into your throat was enough to make you feel dizzy, and the fact that megumi didn't show any hints of letting you go made it all the more overwhelming for you.

with his hand loosely gripping at your wrist, he leads you to your university's library, the silence was once deafening as you thought that your ears were close to ringing-

but the moment several students laid eyes on megumi holding your hand, you felt all eyes turn on you. their studying all but forgotten as whispers and giggles were heard throughout. seemingly unbothered by the sudden change, he keeps holding on to your wrist before going towards one of the hallways that held several study rooms. the first empty room he finds, he enters it while shutting the door.

in the middle of the room was a large, square table with four seats surrounding it. megumi takes an extra seat and settles it on the same side as him, silently gesturing at you to sit to his left. you nod and heed his words, feeling somewhat shy as you took out a fresh notebook along with some pencils and pens from your backpack.

megumi settles himself beside you and takes out his notebook. as you trail your eyes over those meticulous pages, you saw just how much care and detail he put within them, the black ink seeming to bleed through each page as evidence of his dedication.

he takes one of your quizzes and points to each concept you missed within his notes, and you found yourself following along quite well. you end up completely correcting your errors within 20 minutes, and was simply basking in megumi's presence when a deep chuckle was heard.

"heh, i knew you were suspicious..." megumi had placed his lips against the shell of your ear, tone dripping with an uncharacteristic amusement. the feeling of his hot breath against your ear was enough to make you shiver in response, your wary gaze meeting with his.

"ah... i... don't know what you mean?"

he gives you a scoff, telling you that he didn't believe your bluff for a single minute while shutting his notebook. "you know, professor irie has told me to tutor some of her other students in different classes several times. and i can't tell you how we often spent two hours working on a single problem."

"yet you... you corrected each and every one of your mistakes, redoing all 10 problems and giving me the correct answer within a mere 20 minutes."

you were frozen, eyes going wide, as if you were a deer caught in headlights. a smirk was seen gracing megumi's handsome features when you could feel his large hand against your back, pushing you forward so that you could see your past quizzes. he spreads out each and every one of the pages that averaged a 0, taking his signature black pen as he filled them all in with 100's.

"it takes a different type of genius to purposely choose wrong answers, so tell me... why?"

you begin to blush profusely, unable to meet his gaze as you felt your heart pounding faster with anxiety, nearly coming out of your ribcage. you lost all nerve, unable to even look at him when you shakily manage to tell him.

"i-i think you know why."

"i do, but i'd much rather hear it from you."

you could feel his gentle hands rubbing against your cheek, making you sigh as you relented.

"i-i did it so that i could be closer to you...because i know that you wouldn't notice me otherwise."

"and who says i didn't notice you?"

you gasp upon feeling megumi take a hold of your chin, forcing you to face him as his eyes were shining with a look akin to... adoration for you. he allows the pad of his thumb to trace at your bottom lip before admitting to you, "i've seen the truth of your studious nature and your hard work. and those glances you've been sneaking at me when you thought i wasn't looking... so how could i possibly ignore your presence so easily?"

you watch when he slowly narrows his gaze, suddenly inching himself closer to you as you could taste his breath against your lips, giving you little choice but to cave in to your feelings for him as you met with him halfway.

and as his lips perfectly slot themselves against yours in a perfect kiss, you found yourself sighing, thinking to yourself that failing a few quizzes was completely worth it in the end.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x you #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi fluff #megumi fushiguro imagine #.stories

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eddiexmunsonlover · 6 months ago

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One Step Away From You (Chapter 13)

BSF!Eddie Munson x PlusSize!GF!Reader

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Chapter Summary: You and Eddie finally give in to your carnal desires. WC: 4k Warnings: MDNI 18+ Fluff and Smut, Smut and Fluff. Unprotected piv, grinding, marking, creampie. First time I've written smut in a long time, hope it's not terrible! Series taglist: @eddie-is-a-god @siriusmaraudeers @amandahobblepot @littlexdeaths

Friday, February 28th, 1986

A smoky haze hangs in Eddie’s room long after the cherry on your last shared joint died out. It’s your typical Friday night together after Hellfire, watching a movie between breaks to taste one another's lips. With the movie over, you’ve moved from the loveseat to Eddie’s bed, laying at opposite ends with guitars in lap, your leg atop his. Fingers seamlessly matching each other’s rhythm, soft smiles thrown with red, half-lidded eyes.

If you hadn’t been inseparable before, the two of you were practically attached at the hip over the last 2 weeks since that night at Lover’s Lake, and you swear it’s the happiest you’ve been in your life. All the time spent together, every time you feel his touch or his lips on yours, you can’t describe the feeling as anything else but high, floating in the clouds. Your friends are just as happy to see you finally together, unsure of how much more of the games they could bear witness to.

You play the last shared chord of the song, the weed making the two of you all smirks and giggles as you spare a glance to each other.

“I love playing with you, babe.” Eddie begins, eyes following as you lean to take a sip of your drink from the bedside table. “We’re just… so in sync”

Your hand reaches for his, squeezing it in agreement before stealing a quick kiss from his lips.

“What do you want to play next?” You ask, settling back into your spot at the end of the bed.

Eddie readjusts his slumped position, resting his back fully against the wall.

“You know, you still haven’t played me any of your songs since you’ve been back, Miss singer-songwriter.”

“Yeah…” you draw out as shyness creeps in, tinting your cheeks in blush while you avoid his gaze, fingers toying with the tuner on your strings.

“Sooooo” his foot nudges your leg resting on top of it. “Why don’t you play me something, pretty please?”

Turning your gaze back, you’re met with his pretty doe eyes. With a deep sigh, you give in.

“Okay, okay. But you have to promise not to judge, I never said I was good.”

You mimic his earlier movements, setting your posture straight before adjusting your strings.

“Oh, please. I already know you’re gonna blow me away.”

You can’t help but to cut your eyes at him playfully, an unwavering boyish smile etched on his face.

You mull over the handful of songs you’ve written over the last few years, some you’re more confident in than others. Only one song sticks out the most, your most recent, your most vulnerable.

“This is um, a song I’ve been writing over the last couple months.”

He watches you in anticipation, arms crossed over the guitar in his lap. With one last look at him and his excitement from finally getting to hear your work, you bring your eyes down to the guitar in your lap. Taking a deep breath, you let yourself step into the uncomfortable vulnerability.

You let your eyelids fall closed, tongue darting out to wet your lips before your fingers begin strumming the baseline, head softly bobbing along. Humming the missing main guitar line you’ve written with it.

Part of you is grateful it doesn’t give you the time to hesitate before you start singing.

“Whenever I’m alone with you,

You make me feel like I am home again.

Whenever I’m alone with you,

You make me feel like I am whole again.”

Glimpses of memories flood your mind, from that day in 1976 when your eyes first met to the events of the last few weeks, and every emotion that comes with them.

“Whenever I’m alone with you,

You make me feel like I am young again.

Whenever I’m alone with you,

You make me feel like I am fun again.”

Despite already being shut, your eyes squeeze closed harder as you’re overcome with the emotion of it all, your love for Eddie. Raising goosebumps all along your skin.

Nights spent alone in your room since your return to Hawkins, guitar in lap as Eddie would linger in your mind. Your repressed love and the way he makes you feel materializing through the lyrics, falling from your lips with ease.

“However far away,

I will always love you.

However long I stay,

I will always love you.

Whatever words I say,

I will always love you.

I will always love you.”

The feeling is indescribable, thinking back to the moments you wrote these lyrics when you thought your love was unrequited, to singing your love song to Eddie now as his girlfriend.

You hum along to the guitar solo, teeth digging into your bottom lip to stifle the wetness surrounding your eyes.

A heaviness hangs in your chest and throat with the vulnerability, you can feel your cheeks burning. Refusing to meet it but feeling his eyes on you while you sing your literal heart out for him.

“However far away,

I will always love you.

However long I stay,

I will always love you.

Whatever words I say,

I will always love you.

I will always love you.”

With a final pluck of the last chord, the sound fades out until your ears are only met with silence. Taking a shaky deep breath, you chance opening your vision to see Eddie’s reaction.

You’re met with glossy eyes, mouth slightly agape, evidence of a single tear painted streak on his cheek.

“You-” wetting his lips, he gulps down the lump in his throat. “Did you write that for me?” he manages to ask in a hoarse whisper.

You give a small nod, chest quickly rising and falling with the anxiety and anticipation of the moment.

In a second, his guitar is off and placed on the floor before he’s crawling to you. Hand sliding to the back of your neck, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Feeling the dampness of his cheek pressed against yours.

Your lips part only for a second to remove your own guitar before raising yourself to your knees, hands splaying against the cotton material covering his back.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” he mumbles against your lips, stealing another kiss before parting from them again. “No one has ever done anything like that for me before…”

A soft smile plays on your lips, thumb stroking his cheekbone.

“You deserve it. You don’t know how special you are to me, Eds.”

His lips crash into yours again as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body flush against him. The action knocks you both off balance, pushing Eddie back and pulling you with him. Your lips never part in the fall, only becoming deeper and more passionate as you land on his pillows.

The warmth of his calloused hand meets your lower back, sliding under your shirt as your tongues eagerly greet each other. Noses brushing while your tongues engage in a dance you’ve practiced many times over the last 2 weeks. And yet, the intense feelings that come with it do not fade with each occasion your lips have met. Soft moans rising from your throats with each twirl of his tongue around yours. Your fingers finding their new favorite place, nestled in his curls as your thigh lays across his hips, the temptation to fully straddle him and grind your core against his becoming increasingly harder to fight. You’re unable to stop your hips from pressing into his side, seeking any sort of friction between your legs.

You’re hoping this is it, tonight will be the night you finally take things to the next step. Not left in sexual frustration after your attentions are redirected to another activity, just when you’re brought to the brink of pushing things further. Relieving yourself the second you return to your own bed.

Having an active sexdrive is no news to you, well versed in pleasuring yourself, more often than not to thoughts of Eddie before bed every night. But since confessing your feelings to each other and spending your free afternoons and evenings with your tongues down each other's throats, your libido has only been sent into overdrive.

You have to admit the constant unspoken denial to your urges have opened the door for thoughts of doubt to creep in. You know the way Eddie feels about you, and you’d like to believe he wants you just as much. You yourself were wary of the pacing of things with Eddie in the beginning, until you realized your relationship is not like anyone else's, nor should it follow the same path or timeline designated by others either. After spending years holding back your feelings, it only makes sense things would move a little fast after they’ve finally been put into the open and reciprocated. You’d figured Eddie would feel the same.

Now it’s been 2 weeks and with multiple passed up opportunities to take things further, you’re only left in confusion. You know he’s been with others before you in far shorter of a time. You only hope you’re overthinking it all and those concerns will be a thing of the past after tonight.

Your hope is cut short when his lips part from yours. Soft pants pouring from his plump lips.

“Do you uh- you wanna watch another movie?”

Your brows raise in disbelief at him as you attempt to catch your own breath. Your frustration boiling over, your head falls onto his chest with a groan.

“I take that as a no?” he lets out a lighthearted chuckle that fades when your head tilts back up, disappointment and uncertainty displayed in your eyes and features.

“Eddie… do you not want to have sex with me?” you ask softly, feebly fighting the hints of insecurity from weaving into your voice. His eyes slightly widen while his brows furrow.

“W-What?”

A frustrated sigh falls from your mouth, propping yourself up with a hand on his chest.

“Every time we do this, every time things get heated and start to go in that direction… you just stop, divert to something else, distract me… I-I don’t know what to think.”

“Baby. Believe me, I want to. You don’t know how hard it’s been to hold myself back, it’s been downright torturous but I… I don’t want to make you feel rushed.” He takes a deep breath to collect himself and his words. “I just think about all you’ve been through, the way others have made you feel and I don’t ever want you to feel like that again, to feel used. I just wanted it to be clear that you…us…it’s more than sex for me, and I guess I thought I needed to take things slow for that.”

“Eddie… how could I ever think that about you? That you could ever be anything like him? I understand where you’re coming from but…don’t you think we’ve already taken it slow enough? Everything? All these years?”

You take a moment to read each other's eyes, his fingertips ghosting along the skin of your arm.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You can’t help but laugh at the question.

“Eddie, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

He wastes no more than a second to return his lips to yours, rolling over till you’re on your back and his waist is nestled between your thighs. They quickly wrap around him, holding his body against you as your mouths pick up where you left off, only now with no restraint.

It soon becomes strikingly clear how much Eddie had been holding himself back when his hips grind into yours, a hand slowly gliding up your leg. You can feel the hard outline of his cock through his jeans, pulling a whiny moan from your lips when it grinds against your aching clit.

Your hands find the hem of his shirt, quickly yanking it off for your hands to explore the warm bare skin on his back. His mouth leaves a slow trail kisses from your lips to along your jawline. Fingers in your hair tightening to gently pull your head back, granting him full access for his mouth to explore and attack your neck. Your moans no longer muffled by his lips, they grow louder as he sucks, sending chills down your spine and straight to your pussy, desperately gripping around nothing as your thighs tighten around his waist. An airy, but smug chuckle fills your ears.

“Did I find one of your sensitive spots, sweetheart?”

You can only whimper in acknowledgement and it only makes him harder. Gently kissing and licking the quickly bruising spot on your neck as his free hand toys with your shirt.

“Let’s take this off. I wanna see you, all of you.”

He lifts himself up just enough to help remove your tank top, biting his lip watching you fumble with the hooks on your bra. You look up at him with your gorgeous eyes, removing your bra and throwing it across the room.

His eyes nearly bulge out of his head, breath hitching at not just the sight of your breasts, but the shiny metal accessorizing them.

“Holy shit” he breathes out as his hands begin sliding up the bare skin of your hips to your waist. “When did you do this?”

“My birthday.” you answer, watching his reaction in amusement.

You lean into his touch as his hands cup your breasts, sighing in pleasure as he kneads and massages them.

“So fucking sexy…” he mutters more so to himself than you before he begins to lean in, intent on letting his tongue play with your nipples.

“Wait, Eds.” your hand presses against his chest, halting his movements. “You can’t touch them, they’re not healed yet.”

“W-Well how much longer?”

“Probably another few month-”

“MONTHS?” His head falls back with a groan as he looks up to the ceiling, as if begging god for mercy. “Why must you tease me like this?”

You giggle at his dramatics, “I think you’ll survive.”

“Hmph, barely. I guess the wait will be worth it.”

He flashes you his signature smile, leaning in to give you another deep kiss before his mouth trails south. Wet, open mouth kisses along your skin between your breasts and down your plush stomach. Biting your lip as you watch him leave small pecks on each stretch mark he sees decorating your skin, inching closer to your core, fighting your thighs from trembling in anticipation.

As his fingers dig underneath the waistband of your tights, he glances up to you as if asking for permission. With an eager nod he pulls them down, carelessly throwing them off the bed with his eyes glued to your pussy. Mouth hanging open, his hands grip the back of your thighs, pushing them back and out, making your lips spread for him.

“Fucckkkk. Your pussy’s so pretty, baby.” he mutters, laying himself down for his face to hover above your core, looking you over in admiration. A finger slowly drags from your clit down to your soaking hole. “And so fucking wet for me.”

Your face grows even more red from the exposed position, his praises, the sexual build up in your body begging for release. Needy moans bubble out of your throat when his thumb begins circling your clit.

“Eddie, please. I need you, baby. Need to feel you inside me.”

If you were in your right mind, you’d probably be embarrassed by your desperate pleas, but they only turn Eddie on more. Making him groan as his cock becomes painfully hard, throbbing from the confinement.

He leans back onto his heels, hurriedly unbuckling his belt and yanking down his jeans. Your thighs involuntarily close to provide some friction at the sight of his cock being released from his boxers. You’re mesmerized at the sight, nearly drooling as you admire his length and girth, the vein running along his shaft, the contrast of his metal rings against his pale skin as they glide up and down his length. Your thighs quickly spread back open for him as he crawls between your legs. He notices the way you’re staring at him, and though lust fills your eyes, he bites his lip in nervousness.

Eddie knows you’re not a virgin, but this is only your second time. His cock isn’t the biggest in the world, but it is bigger than average.

“I promise I’ll go slow, just tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

The gentleness of his voice, his promise, his touch as his hand holds your cheek only makes you want him more. With a nod, his lips are back on yours, slotting himself between your legs with the weight of his body lying on yours. Warm, bare skin pressed against each other, grinding his cock between your folds, collecting your slick along his shaft. Whimpering into his mouth with each nudge of his tip against your clit.

He can’t wait any longer, reaching down to guide his tip to your hole. Slowly teasing your entrance, sliding the tip of his cock in and out. Breathy moans against each other's lips.

When he feels you’re ready, he slides himself inch by inch into you. Warm, wet walls wrapping tight around him. The delicious burn of his girth stretching you out in ways you’ve never felt before, throwing your head back against the pillows as a gasping moan tumbles from your lips.

“Jesus H. Christ” a guttural moan bubbles from his throat, burying his face into your shoulder as he fully seats himself inside you.

He doesn’t dare move, letting you adjust to his size while trying to keep himself from cumming too quickly. Years of desire and tension threatening to be fully released far too soon. You feel even better than he imagined, much better.

With a deep breath, his hips begin to rock back and forth. With one hand holding himself up, the other cradles the back of your head as yours grip onto his back. Your slick coating his cock with each stroke, quickly easing the pain of his stretch to turn into pure pleasure. Your thighs wrapping around him, foreheads pressed together as you stare into each other's eyes. Mouths hanging open as moans fall free.

“Eddieee” a needy whimper when his tip brushes against your sweet spot.

“Do you need me to stop, sweetheart?” he asks breathlessly, halting his strokes.

“God no, please don’t stop” your heels press into his lower back, pushing his cock deep back into you. “You feel so good”

“Fuck, baby. So do you, gripping me so tight” He groans, pressing his lips against yours as he picks up his pace. The sounds of your wetness, skin slapping skin filling his bedroom, mixing in with your moans.

Your nails dig into his back as you’re filled with pleasure, with each stroke of his cock in and out of your pussy. His eyes roll to the back of his head, parting from your lips with a whimper.

“Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can last. Feel too good, wanted this, wanted you for so long, baby” he rambles breathlessly, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on trying not to bust so quickly when your sweet pussy keeps sucking him in, squeezing him so tight.

“I want it, Eds. I wanna make you cum.”

“Shit, sweetheart. Where do you want it?”

“Inside, fuck, I want you to cum in me.”

“Oh my god”

A hand slides underneath you, wrapping around your waist while the other remains cradling your head. He buries his face in your neck, searching for your sensitive spot. Hoping it’s enough to help you cum with him. The way your nails dig deeper in his back, the way you repeatedly call out his name with his mouth latching onto your neck tells him you’re close.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me.” he mutters against your neck, picking up the speed of his thrusts.

It sends you over the edge with a squeal of pleasure, legs shaking, your walls squeezing him tight with a death grip.

He once thought your laugh was his favorite sound in the world. After tonight, it’s dropped down to second place.

The way your pussy pulses around his cock through your orgasm finally makes him falter, groaning your name as he pushes himself as deep as he can inside you, filling you with his cum.

Your chests heave against each other, bodies relaxing with your release. Panting to catch your breaths. The mix of your juices dripping down your ass and onto his bed sheets beneath you.

After a minute passes, lust no longer clouding his mind, Eddie raises his head from your neck to look at you.

“Did I really just..”

“I’m on birth control, remember?” You chuckle as his face immediately relaxes, head falling back to your neck.

“Oh thank god” he mumbles into your skin, arms wrapping tight around you as your fingers slip into his hair, gently rubbing against his scalp.

You rest there for a few minutes collecting yourselves, evening your breaths and heart rates.

His lips find yours again with slow kisses as he pulls his soft cock from inside you. Moving to lay next to you, pulling you to lay with your back against his chest.

He offers you your drink, quenching your dry throat from the countless moans he fucked out of you. A lit cigarette soon finds its way to your fingers and lips, wordlessly passed between the two of you.

Your head rests back against his shoulder, his arm wrapped around your waist, hand resting on your stomach.

As you lay in each other’s embrace in utter relaxation, all tension and worries fully released from your mind and body, a question of pure curiosity hangs in your mind.

“Eds, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, anything.” he answers, blowing smoke from his lips.

“When did you know? That you felt more for me than just a friend?” you ask, turning your head to peer up at him. He smiles down at you before putting out the cigarette, letting his hand fall to rub up and down your arm.

“It’s uh, hard to pinpoint an exact moment.” he begins with a sigh. “Sometimes seems like I’ve had these feelings for as long as I can remember.

Maybe it was one of the first few times you snuck out of your trailer when your parents fought and came to Wayne’s, and I’d realized I was that person you wanted to go to to feel safe.

Or whenever something would happen, good or bad, you were always the first person I wanted to tell.

Or maybe it was one of the countless times I’d look at you and wish I could kiss you, hoping I’d always have you in my life.

Or when you left and I stopped hearing from you. The way my heart broke at the thought I’d never see or hear from you ever again.

Or every time I was with another girl… you were always just there in my mind, I’d see your face in theirs.

And when you came back, the way my heart both fluttered and sank to my ass at the sight of you…”

His eyes meet yours, hand moving from your arm to let his fingertips ghost along your jawline.

“I’ve realized I love you so many times, sweetheart. I just never imagined in all those moments… you were falling in love with me too.”

Emotions overwhelm you, a tear falling from your eye as your heart swells in your chest. His finger lands under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his soft lips, your body turning to fully face him, deepening the kiss.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Eds.”