#(yes i saw those tight landings too + this can be filled with even more nuances bc deniss improves his choreo EVERY time he skates)
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Can you do a fic where the team gets back from a really stressful mission and M reader had messed up during the mission and when he got back started crying in his room and then price walked in and sat him on his lap and rocked him until he stopped crying (my daddy issues are acting up sorry, also can I be like 🕷️ anon it’s ok if your not doing that tho)
Price x Male!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Soap getting shot and Gaz having a concussion,
A/N: Spider anon!!!! (Que me getting unreasonably excited over having an emoji anon person, yes please I'd love that.) I
There were days where everything went just right. Missions gone as planned, everyone making it out unscathed and in a good mood.
Today was not one of those days. In fact, it seemed like it was doing its best job to be the direct opposite.
It was a high risk mission, infiltrating an infamous cartel's main base of operation for crucial information. Your job was to get in and get out with the info, to be long gone before they even suspected something was wrong
But instead, you tripped on air and subsequently alerted the entire compound to the task forces presence. Starting a fire fight that ended up with Soap shot in the leg and Gaz with a concussion. It was pure luck that the bullet missed the Scotts arteries by a inch.
You'd ended up with the information, sure, it was enough to make Laswells job 10 times easier. But that didn't stop the ache in your chest when you saw Soap leaning on Ghost. Hobbling into his seat on the evac heli.
Sitting down in your own seat, you barely managed to keep yourself from crying then and there. Tears threatened to spill as you re-playing the mission, and more importantly what you did to mess it up, the entire ride.
Too focused on the mistakes to notice Price glancing over at you. His normally hard gaze softened as he gazed at you.
When the helicopter landed, you were the first to get up and hurriedly walked off. Each second you sped up as you got closer to your room. Your chest was beginning to get uncomfortably tight and your breathing became unsteady.
Rushing into your room, you quickly and not-so-carefully closed the door behind you. Everything coming to a stand still as you stood in the entrance of your room. It was dark, everything was as you left it, it was peaceful.
Finally a tear fell, a choked sob escaped your lips as tears started to cascade down your face. Finally alone, adrenaline worn off, and exhausted from being shot at only intensified the hurricane of emotions you were feeling. Breathing unsteady as you ripped off the various straps and holsters on your body, discarding the gear onto your floor.
Sitting down on your bed it felt like an endless loop of analyzing what went wrong and your brain tormenting you for it. How their injuries were avoidable, you barley even registered Price entering the room.
He knew from the look he got of you on the helicopter that something was wrong. The way your body was stiff in the seat and your eyes were unfocused the entire flight made his heart ache. Price hoped that you'd come to him for it, to talk or to just distress and calm down after the hectic mission.
But his plans changed when you all but sprinted off the evac helicopter. Price had followed after you, standing on the other side of your door thinking about what he'd say to you before he heard your sobbing.
Price's heart shattered as he looked down at you on your bed, "Oh, love..." He cooed, closing the door behind him so that no one could walk past and see you so vulnerable.
Finally your head snapped up to look up at him, your eyes meeting his jaded blue ones. They softened when you looked at him, filled with a love that he only held for you.
Price took a step forward, whispering a small "Can I sit?", waiting for your shakey nod before plopping himself down next to you.
Tears still poured down your face as you sat sit by side, the quiet only disturbed by your occasional sniffles.
Price turned to you slowly, "Do you want me to rock you, baby boy? You don't have to say yes." He whispered slowly, making sure that he gave you a out in case you'd rather not be touched.
"Yes please." You sniffled, turning to climb into Price lap. His carefully toned arms helping to guild you into a comfortable position for the both of you.
Free of guns and gear your bodies fit together perfectly, like a carefully crafted puzzle. Carefully putting a warm hand on the back of your head, Price guided your head into the crook of his neck. Allowing you to settle before the other came to rub along your back. Slowly rubbing up and down as the pleasant warmth he naturally emitted seeped into your skin.
Making sure you were comfortable Price began to slowly rock. Holding you close to himself as he swayed back and fourth on the bed. Allowing you to cry into his shoulder as he calmly rocked you, he placed a kiss on the crown of your head.
"Take as long as you need, love. I'll be here as long as you'll have me" Price hummed into the top of your head.
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A/N 2.0: I'm a little nervous since this is my first fic fic on this account, and I'm kinda rusty so I hope I did well :D
Thanks for reading :>
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Choices | Joel Hofer
summary: sleeping with the enemy is one thing, sleeping with your brothers direct competition for his position now that is a whole new story.
request: yes/no
warnings: sexual themes, mentions of drinking, p in v, fingering, swearing.
word count: 1.52k
authors note: we have officially started the goalie dedication that you have all been waiting for! to those of you who have been waiting for this I want to thank you, and to those Joel Hofer fans, welcome.
The bar was everything you thought it would be as you walked in.
When Jordan invited you to the teams last event before the season started, you knew you couldn’t say no. Not only did you love the team but you also knew you wanted to see Joel again.
You knew it was stupid but after meeting him last year you gave him your number and what was meant to just be your friend, so clearly became so much more.
So that was how landed up leaning on the bar counter as you listened to Scott talk about the previous season “can I steal her for a second?” Joel finally took you out of your misery as he sent you a smile “I’ll see you later y/n.” Scott winked at you as you tried to hold back a laugh when you waved him off.
Joel let you giggle around the rim of your glass “my knight and shining armour.” You nails trailed up his arm “just doing my bit.” He joked causing you to smile.
For months Scott had been hitting on you without Jordan’s knowledge and even as Joel told you to turn him down the poor defenseman could never seem to get what it was that you had to say “wish you came sooner though.” Your confession made him laugh as his hands pressed against your hips.
He brushed your hair behind your ear “where would the fun be if I didn’t keep you waiting?” Joel teased you as his voice sent shivers down your spine “you’d be a good boy.” You smirked seeing his eyes go wide at the nickname.
It made his jeans go tight against his bulge “don’t fuck with me y/n.” Joel’s voice waived as you smiled “I’m just being me.” Your lower lip caught between your teeth as you grinned.
Jordan remained oblivious as he thought that this was a simple interaction between two friends “your brother thinks you’re some precious little girl.” You didn’t know why you thought that Joel would let you be in charge of the conversation even for a moment “but he doesn’t know how much of a little slut you are.” Joel pressed a kiss against the shell of your ear as he reminded you of all those light nights you spent with him.
A cough got caught in your throat as your thighs clenched together “cat got your tongue?” Joel smirked watching your pupils burst as your lips formed a pout “that’s what I thought.” He nodded finishing the last of his drink as his hand slipped into yours.
You looked to your brother who sent you a thumbs up before he went back to whatever conversation he was in “if we leave now we won’t get caught.” You announced now not caring who saw you “thought that it was what you wanted.” His fingers brushed over your lips as you let out a whine “always so fun to see you so needy.” That was all he needed to say before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders helping guide you out of the party.
Scott had noticed and he couldn’t help but watch as Jordan’s eyes followed you leave the bar “aren’t you gonna go after her?” Scott asked elbowing Jordan in the process “what’s the worst he’s gonna do with her?”
If only he knew.
Joel’s apartment was exactly how you remembered it as he pulled you towards his room “fuck I’ve missed you.” You moaned placing your hands on the side of his face allowing you to kiss him.
His hands pressed against your ass as he smiled “me too baby me too.” As your back hit his bedroom door you gasped allowing Joel to let his tongue fight yours.
It was hot as lust filled your brain and the taste of his whiskey on your tongue made your thighs slick with desire “I need you.” Your fingers teased the buttons of his shirt as you smiled being pushed to the bed as your knees hit the mattress “you’re already soaked.” The wet patch on your panties was clear as your dress hoisted up by your hips.
A whimper fell from your lips as Joel joined you on the bed “it’s what happens when you leave.” You mumbled reminding him of how he left for the summer without much of a word to you and you wanted to make him know that you hadn’t forgotten.
Of course though Joel knew how to make you feel better as he pressed his lips against your neck sucking at the soft spots of your skin “Joel.” You whined pressing your hips into the mattress “you want me?” The hockey player smirked as you nodded.
His thumb rubbed at the skin beneath your panties “I won’t make you wait any longer.” Joel’s lips sent shivers down your spine as he slid his fingers under your panties “fuck!” You gasped melting into his touch “my pretty girl.” He laughed kissing your lips.
Joel felt his pants grow tighter as your cunt clench around his fingers “look at you already riding my fingers.” He used his free hand to cup the lace of your bra “such a needy little girl.” The boy added pecking your lips as your thighs pushed against his hands “please J.” You begged causing him to retract his fingers from your cunt.
It caused you to whine “uh uh uh princess.” Joel clicked his tongue “I wanna fuck you but you’ve gotta behave.” His words were like music to your ears “because only good girls get to come.” Joel unbuckled his belt as his shirt pulled out of his shorts.
Taken you both only a couple of seconds before you were only left in your bra and panties “god you’re so fucking pretty.” Joel muttered reaching down to unclasp your bra.
You felt open as you couldn’t help but bring your hands to hide your breasts “none of that.” The hockey player was quicker than you letting his calloused fingers rub your nipples “I need you.” You were close to tears when he finally pulled your panties down.
Joel’s lips nipped at your neck as his cock rubbed against your clit “god.” You gasped feeling him bottom you out pressing his hips against yours “you’re so big.” You groaned as you wrapped your legs around his hips to keep him close “this pussy is fucking made for me.” Joel forget how good your cunt felt wrapped around his cock.
It made you writhe in the sheet beneath you as he began to move “don’t you forget it.” Through gritted teeth the words fell as you pecked his lips letting your hunger show “can’t believe you’re still so needy for me.” Joel saw how you were like putty in his hands as your fingers went between you both to let you rub your fingers against your sensitive nub between your legs “wanted a good fuck.” Your words were vulgar making his smirk widen.
You were the sweetest girl in your brothers eyes yet in the sheets Joel always seemed to have you with a dirty mouth “you like what you’re getting then?” His question made your skin feel hot as his hands pressed against your legs pulling you ever so closer to him than you were before “answer me princess.” Joel pressed his lips against your neck making you moan in pleasure.
Your mind was hazy as his teeth nipped at your ear “god yes.” Your back arched as your felt your legs begin to grow shaky “I know you’re close but hold it.” The hockey player ordered making you feel sick.
Your eyes shot open as you looked at him to see if he was being serious “I’m not fucking with you.” Joel warned as you shook your head “I can’t!” You cried as his fingers knocked yours away from your clit allowing him to increase the speed as his fingers pressed against your sensitive nub.
Joel laughed at your words “I know you can do it princess.” The way your cunt clenched around his cock it made him see stars “please Joel.” You begged finally sending him close to the edge “come baby you can let go.” His words didn’t need to be repeated as you cried out in pleasure.
The sound of skin slapping didn’t slow ultimately making your chest heave “Joel enough.” You whined attempting to pull away as he fucking you through your orgasm “fuck baby.” His head dropped to your shoulder as his body sputtered above yours when he came.
It took him a few moments before he pulled out of you and he quickly went to get up “not so fast.” You mumbled reaching up to try to stop him “I’ve got to clean you up baby.” Joel reminded you as he leaned down to peck your lips.
You pouted making him laugh “I want a cuddle.” You whined watching him leave “I’ll be back in a bit be patient!” Joel shot back as you watched his as he walked into his bathroom.
You were in for one hell of a night.
#ambers goalie dedication#joel hofer imagines#joel hofer smut#hockey imagines#hockey imagine#nhl oneshot#oneshots#nhl imagine#imagines#nhl smut#hockey smut#amber writes fics
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Can I possibly get #6 and #18 for angst with Eddie 🫣 I’m not sorry for the pain this will cause
(If not both, one or the other is fine babes 😘 I love you so much congrats on 500🥺✨♥️)
6. “Let me help you. I’m begging you to let me help you”
18. “blood… there’s too much blood”
Eddie Munson x Reader
contains: bullying, blood, physical fighting, cursing, angst, reader comforting Eddie, let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 609
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“Eddie! where are you?” you throw open his trailer door, starting to search the whole home for any signs he’s here.
“Eddie please! Ed—” you hear panting from the bedroom and immediately run into the room.
“shit! shit shit shit shi—” he repeats over and over, hunched over and leaning on his knees. “blood… there’s too much blood. fuck!”
“Eds..?” you say softly, trying not to startle him but it does. he jumps up, only slightly relaxing when he sees its you. it’s just you, and you’re alone.
“Eddie… can I help you?”
“no. no, don’t come near me. you heard them all, I’m a freak. I’m dangerous. and I just fucking proved them right!” you know what he’s saying, but they couldn’t be more wrong about who Eddie Munson is. he couldn’t be more wrong. and it was all Jason fucking Carver’s fault.
“please let me help you. I’m begging you to let me help you.”
“help me?” he whispers, like he’s never been offered such a thing.
“yes… can I clean you up?” he nods once, allowing you to take small steps toward him and reaching out your hand to him. he accepts your hand and you lead him to the bathroom. he sits on the closed toilet lid and only in the light can you see just how much blood was really on him.
“you know…” you sit beside him, trying to fill the silence while using a rag you found in the closet to wipe off his bloody knuckles. “you sure do know how to throw a punch.”
you gently kiss his newly cleaned and bruised hand, moving the rag to clean off the little bit of blood under his nose from the one punch Jason landed before all hell broke loose.
“I’m so sorry baby, I shouldn’t have gotten invol—” he starts to apologize but you knew there was no need for him to.
“shush, it’s not your fault.”
it wasn’t even something Eddie needed to get involved in, you can handle your own, but he wanted to protect you. Jason just had to instigate and start teasing the kids again. you knew you always had a temper and you couldn’t just stand by and let it happen any longer.
you just had to give him a taste of his own medicine and spit out some nasty things to him. once Eddie saw him standing over you, his protective instincts kicked in and he stepped in front of Jason. one thing led to another and the next thing you knew Eddie was being pulled off of Jason on the cafeteria floor, running out of the school.
“I never pegged you as the fighting type, but you can really hold your own. my strong man.” you smile, leaning in to kiss him.
“you don’t think I’m a monster like they said?” he asks, voice still soft like he’s afraid if he’s his regular self that you’ll leave.
“never. you are my hero, and you’re a hero to those kids too.” he smiles at your words and hugs you tight. “okay now, Mr. Tough Guy, let’s go get you out of this bloody shirt.”
“yeah… good call.” he follows you into his bedroom and you take the stained hellfire shirt from him. you look it over and a smirk forms on your face. “what’s with the evil look…?”
“nothing… just thinking about how funny it would be to put this in Jason’s locker to remind him he lost a fight to you…” his face gets the same evil smile and you know exactly who the new top guy of Hawkins High is.
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i love you so so much, thank you Taylor❤️❤️
you can find out more about my celebration here!
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WINGLEADER: A Xaden Riorson POV Fanfiction
CHAPTER 13
Liam and I pull our gazes away from the sky, and I scan the crowd for Violet.
She’s standing in the middle of the field with a broad grin on her face. A moment later she disappears behind a wall of people as Rhiannon and Ridoc clamber over to her, enveloping her in tight hugs filled with bright, joyful celebration.
Despite the absolute shit show that was today, my lips twitch up into a fraction of a smile at the scene playing out before me.
Violet did something incredible today and she deserves to be celebrated and cared for.
Even if her existence is the cause of my ever growing state of anger and panic.
Liam claps me on the shoulder and lets out an exasperated chuckle, “This is going to be very interesting, I take it. I’ll see you soon, brother.” I mumble a goodbye and then he’s walking away, hands in his pockets and head held high.
Just as Violet deserves that joy, so does my brother, with his quiet confidence and caring heart. I smile at his back.
He’s turning into a leader.
The kind that people will go to war for.
A leader worthy of the title.
One day we’ll lead together.
I turn my attention back to Violet just as Dain marches toward the group, worry lining his face.
He reaches for Violet’s shoulders and I watch as he crushes her against his chest.
Her body goes rigid at his touch for just a moment before she melts into his arms.
She twines her arms around him and they hold each other in silence, wrapped up in a world where no one else exists. There’s relief in her every breath; an undeniable sense of safety in his presence.
Something bitter coats my tongue. Something acidic, and burning, and nauseating is rising within me at the sight of them standing in their false security. Pretending that he can offer her any kind of protection.
He pulls away to observe the meager remainder of his squad. Four out of nine is better than none, but I wonder if there would be more if he’d spent the last few months training them for survival instead of attempting to smuggle Violet to the Scribe’s Quadrant against her will. Dain grabs Violet’s hand and she turns, her gaze sweeping across the field, assessing something.
As if I’d called out her name, Violet’s eyes land on mine. A shudder runs through me at the weight in her gaze, the strength in those eyes that wasn’t there a few months ago.
There’s a small sense of satisfaction at the way her eyes seem to always find mine, like she knows when I’m around, like she can feel me the way I can her.
With a tug, Dain pulls her gaze away from me and ushers her to the edge of the field, in the shadows beyond the glow of the mage lights.
That quickly, Dain has put them both in danger. A danger he should be anticipating. He’s getting sloppy. His desperate desire to keep Violet safe is causing problems. He’s fumbling, growing weak.
I slip through the crowd, everyone too wrapped up in their own conversation to notice my movements. I step into a pocket of shadow at the edge of the crowd and reach behind me with both hands, grasping the open air. In one fluid movement, I pull my arms out to the sides and back in front of me, encasing myself in shadow.
I make my way over to where Dain stands with Violet, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly.
With a flick of my fingers, tendrils of shadow glide past me to curl in the spaces where they stand.
My ears to listen.
“–Jack ran away, and then it was just Tynan and I, and he…Dain, he was going to kill me. My body was failing, and there was nothing I could do,” Violet says, her voice ragged.
Rage slams into me and as the events of the day come rushing forward. As I remember her fear and pain, and her Gods damned bravery.
“Right before Tairn landed behind me, I saw Xaden move. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him take a step forward, like he was going to help,” Violet whispers, disbelief in her voice.
That makes two of us.
“Xaden was there,” Dain breathes, his tone cold. She nods, “Yes. But he left after Tairn showed up.”
My footsteps are silent as I reach the pair, standing off to the side, still cloaked in shadow.
“Xaden was there when you defended Andarna, and then Tairn just…showed up?” He asks dimly. I can hear his rusty gears turning from here.
“Yes. That's what I just said.” She narrows her eyes at him in question.
“Don’t you see what happened? What Xaden’s done?” Dain’s voice has an edge of panic. His hands tightens over Violet’s thin shoulders, and I feel that ever-present rage flair in response.
“Please, do tell me what it is you think I’ve done.” Boredom laces my words, and I step out of a pocket in the shadows, meeting their surprised stares.
Dain recovers quickly, removing his hands from Violet and putting himself between us. “You manipulated Threshing.”
Violet’s eyes go wide with shock. “Dain, that’s..”
Impossible? Unrealistic? Completely and utterly idiotic?
Yes, Violet, I agree.
Not only am I now completely tied to Violet, but I’m also required to interact with her asinine little bodyguard.
“Is that an official accusation?”
“Did you step in?” Dain demands.
“Did I what?” I ask, my brow shooting up in disbelief. “Did I see her outnumbered and already wounded?” I can feel that rage simmering underneath my skin rising closer and closer to the surfacec.
Fuck Dain, fuck those pricks in the clearing, and fuck this whole godsdamn day. “Did I think her bravery was as admirable as it was fucking reckless?”
My eyes land on Violet’s, and she doesn’t blanch from the anger that’s leaching out of my body, stealing the air from around us.
“And I would do it again.” She lifts her chin, eyes full of defiance.
Of course she would. This mix of anger and fear and care and irritation all directed at the woman before me has my rage reaching a boiling point.
“Well-the-fuck-aware,” I roar at her. Our eyes are still locked on each other, and I can feel the shock that moves through both of us at my outburst. Something crackles in the space between us, something electric and fierce in its nature.
I pull my gaze away from hers before I can get lost in it.
“Did I see her fight off three bigger cadets?” I glare at Dain. “Because the answer to all of those is yes. But you’re asking the wrong question, Aetos. What you should be asking is if Sgaeyl saw it, too.”
Dain’s throat bobs and he breaks his stare. Good. It’s exhausting being the smartest person in the room at all times, but this is particularly exhausting because Dain is clearly living in a state of utter delusion and has been since Violet got here.
“His mate told him,” Violet whispers next to me.
I turn to her, Dain’s existence disappearing as we look at each other. “She’s never been a fan of bullies. But don’t mistake it as an act of kindness toward you. She’s fond of the little dragon.” I pause, grimacing. “Unfortunately, Tairn chose you all on his own.”
“Fuck,” Dain says under his breath.
“My thoughts exactly.” I shake my head in irritation. “Sorrengail is the last person on the Continent I’d ever want to be chained to me. I didn’t do this.”
It’s not a lie. Being chained to her means all the work I’ve done to erase her from my thoughts is melting. As if she was even gone in the first place. It was getting better at the very least.
She makes things complicated where Brennan is concerned. She poses a risk to Athebyne and, therefore, my people, no matter what my suspicions are about where her allegiance lies. I don’t even want to touch the physical aspect of all of this. The heat that flows between us, even in anger and irritation. The way my stomach drops when her eyes are on me.
From the corner of my eye, I can see the way Violet has stiffened, and the subtle flash of hurt that crosses her expression gives me pause. Guilt snakes its way into my chest.
And confusion. I am so utterly confused.
I refocus on the conversation before me, taking a step toward Dain so that he has to crane his neck a bit to look me in the eye. “And even if I had, would you really level that accusation knowing it would have been what saved the woman you call your best friend?” The woman I think he might love. Or as close as he can come to it.
Violet is still ramrod straight, stuck in the middle of a power struggle between Aetos and I.
“There are…rules.”
“And out of curiosity, would you have, let’s say, bent those rules to save your precious little Violet in that field?” I study his face, looking for the answer, knowing it anyway. Yet, I’m still hoping for Violet’s sake that his answer will be different.
A muscle spasms in Dain’s jaw as he stands in front of me, dead silent.
“That’s unfair to ask him,” Violet scolds as she moves to stand at Dain’s side. A tentative line in the sand.
But I want to hear him say it. I want to hear the words land for what they are. His hideous truth. “I'm ordering you to answer, squad leader.”
The beat of immense wings begins sounding in the distance.
His throat bobs and he shuts his eyes, a mockery of shame. “No. I wouldn’t have.”
I scoff, utterly disgusted at the disrespect and the disloyalty that he displays again and again.
Dain turns to Violet, “It would have killed me to watch something happen to you, Vi, but the rules–”
“It’s all right,” she responds a little too slowly, cutting him off.
It’s not alright, not at all. “The dragons are returning; get back to formation, squad leader.” I order, nodding my head to the line of higher-ups reforming at the edge of the dais.
Violet doesn’t take her eyes off of Dain as he walks away, and without a backward glance, the prick disappears into the crowd.
The second he’s out of sight, she whirls on me, “Why would you do that to him?” She pauses and shakes her head. “Forget it,” she mutters, face and body dipping in utter defeat.
She turns on her heel and tries to walk away from me, rage and something else–hurt? – echoing in every footfall.
In two strides, I’m by her side, walking in unison. “Because you put too much faith in him, and knowing who to trust is the only thing that will keep you alive – keep us alive – not only in the quadrant but after graduation.”
The crowd is moving quickly, making room for dragons as they land, rushing toward their own. “There is no us,” she bites back.
A rider comes barreling toward us, and I haul her by her elbow out of his path. Our bodies are touching, and I realize we haven’t been this close since that night in the courtyard. I murmur in her ear, “Oh, I think you’ll find that’s no longer the case. Tairn’s bonds are so powerful, both to mate and rider, because he’s so powerful. Losing his last rider nearly killed him, which, in turn, nearly killed Sgaeyl. Mated pairs’ lives are–”
“Interdependent, I know that.”
“Each time a dragon chooses a rider, that bond is stronger than the last, which means that if you die, Violence, it sets off a chain of events that potentially ends with me dying, too.”
I’m raging again. Everything is compounding on each other: Violet’s attack, the fear that came with it, fighting every urge and instinct and desire for a woman who is not forever tied to me, Dain’s lack of care. It’s becoming too much.
“And now that Tairn is in play, the other cadets know he’s willing to bond.” Malek help me, this is going to be an absolute headache.
I blow out a sigh and turn away from Violet, needing a moment to compose myself before her eyes that see too much.
A sigh escapes my lips and I turn from Violet, needing a moment to compose myself, to look away from her eyes that see too much.
“That’s why Tairn told me to stay with you,” she whispers. “Because of the unbonded.”
We both glance to the outer rim of the field where the forty-one unbonded riders stand, all eyes trained on us.
Including Oren Seifret, whose bruised face is contorted in a sneer of rage.
“The unbonded are going to try to kill you in hopes they’ll get Tairn to bond them.”
Garrick appears between a pocket of riders and strides towards me, his face grim.
I shake my head, and he looks from me to Violet, realizing who stands beside me, and walks in the other direction across the field.
“Tairn is one of the strongest dragons on the Continent, and the vast power he channels is about to be yours. In the next few months, the unbonded will try to kill a newly paired rider while the bond is weak, while they still have a chance of that dragon changing its mind and picking them so they’re not set back a full year. And for Tairn? They’ll do just about anything.”
I can’t contain the dramatic sigh that comes out of me. I’m exhausted. I spend more days than not tired. I’m so tired, and there is no reprieve, no break from the path in front of me.
“And Tairn thinks you’ll play bodyguard.” Violet snorts in false amusement. “Little does he know just how much you dislike me.”
“He knows exactly how much I value my own life,” I snap, turning to face her. My eyes catch on the silver strands of hair that have come undone, and I can’t help the way my gaze travels down her body, my simmering anger turning into a heat of another kind.
She’s eerily unperturbed, if not flat out dismissive of the threat on her life. “You’re freakishly calm for someone who just heard she’s about to be hunted.”
Violet shrugs, unfazed. “It’s a typical Wednesday for me, and honestly, being hunted by forty-one people is a lot less intimidating than constantly watching dark corners for you.”
There’s a part of me that, through the anger, wants to strip her bare before me.
I want to worship Violet’s body in the dark. To use my mouth to please her, run my tongue along every curve, and caress her with every shadow I have within me. I want to be the one to make her moan, to make her cum.
“Walk away before you do something regrettable, Dark One.” Sgaeyl’s voice shatters the tumble of thoughts rolling through my head.
As if compelled, I turn away from Violet and walk towards Sgaeyl without another word.
It takes every ounce of willpower to put one foot in front of the other until I’ve made it to my dragon’s side.
Tucking myself into the crook of Sgaey’ls wing, I run my fingers through my hair, and pull in several ragged breaths as I struggle to regain control of my mind and body.
A hush falls over the crowd as General Melgren moves toward the front of the dais. Codagh, his brute of a dragon, is standing close by, monitoring the crowd with black beady eyes.
“Codagh has relayed that the dragons have spoken regarding the Sorrengail girl. While tradition has shown us that there is one rider for every dragon, there has never been a case of two dragons selecting the same rider, and therefore there is no dragon law against it,” he declares. “While we riders may not feel as though this is… equitable, dragons make their own laws.” His voice drips with disdain. “Both Tairn and…” He looks over his shoulder, and his aide rushes forward to whisper in his ear. “Andarna have chosen Violet Sorrengail, and so their choice stands.”
The crowd murmurs softly until General Sorrengail steps forward for the closing commencement. “First-years,” she pauses, scanning the field full of new riders and their bonded dragons, “you have made it past the Gauntlet, and now stand here ready to begin training as Navarre’s most elite fighters. Protectors of the Continent.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I swing my gaze over to Violet. She’s staring at me intently, questions and curiosities running through her eyes. I study her for a heartbeat and then raise my pointer finger. Lest she forget what she now is in this Quadrant. Not a warrior, not a protector.
Right now she is target number one.
“Welcome to a family that knows no boundaries, no limits, and no end. Riders, step forward.” It’s silent on the field as the first-years take their five steps toward their new positions. I spot Liam in the crowd and a smile blooms on my face at the sight of his joyful, triumphant face.
“Dragons, it is our honor as always,” General Sorrengail finishes with a small bow. “Now we celebrate!”
Moments pass, and there’s a collective noise that spreads across the flight field as rider after rider is branded by their dragon.
My own tattoo spreads across the whole expanse of my scarred back. I know Sgaeyl did it on purpose, to hide as many of the scars as she could behind the great blue dragon twining its way up my back. Fucking softie.
Garrick turns to me, concern flickering in his eyes.
I hold up a hand, “I’m not talking about this right now. Everything’s fine. I’ll brief everyone later on what’s to happen next with Sorrengail.”
I cross my arms and my gaze returns to Violet. My breath catches and my whole body stiffens at the sight of Dain standing behind her, his steady hands slowly unlacing her corset to peer at her relic.
Dain steps to the side and Sgaeyl gives me a glimpse of what Tairn, and Dain, are now seeing.
A silhouette of a black dragon stretches across the uppermost part of her back, the wingtips reaching her shoulders. Smack in the middle is the silhouette of a shimmering golden dragon, its wings outstretched as if in flight; a mirror to the black dragon it is encased by. Protected by.
It takes my breath away. The picture of the woman in front of me, her two dragons by her side.
Two.
The one she protected and the one who protected her.
A fitting match.
Dain laces up her corset and I have to bite down as wave after wave of jealousy ripples through me at the touch of his skin against hers.
He cups both sides of her face, and I wonder what he’s viewing in that touch, if he’d be vile enough to root through her memories without her consent.
They murmur quietly to each other, and I keep the shadows tethered to me. I don’t think I want to know what he’s whispering to her right now
Nausea slams into me as he brushes his thumb over her cheek, eyes fixed on hers. And something crumples in my chest as he leans down and kisses Violet right there in the middle of the damn flight field.
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Eclipsing Love
(Marc Spector x Mafia!OC)
Last chapter ~ Next chapter
Chapter 2: Flight
Minors DNI
Warnings: Mutual masturbation.
Words: 2001
The next day Marc had found the airfield pretty easily it was in a really nice area. Charlotte had buzzed him in and was walking to the hangar and saw Charlotte. She was wearing tight jeans and her leather jacket. Her red hair pulled back into a bun as was getting ready for the flight. She was listening to some music and she looked over at him as he approached. A smile on her face.
“Hey glad you could make it.”
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world." Marc's eyes took in Charlotte's entire body as he walked over to her though now he didn't try to hide that fact. After all, there was a certain chemistry between the two now. A hand went in his jacket pocket, fishing out his phone and taking a picture of Charlotte as he moved toward her. "You're beautiful, you know that, right?"
“You're too much Marc.” Charlotte blushes slightly as he takes the picture. She hasn't felt her heart race like this in a long time, not since Elizabeth. She laughs slightly and finishes what she's doing in the plane. She playfully punches him with a smirk on her face trying to hide her attraction. She walks over to the stereo and turns the music off. “You ready?”
"I'm ready whenever you are." The pictures were added to his favorites immediately— they were perfect. When Charlotte playfully punched his arm, Marc had to fight himself not to grab her hand, not to pull her into him and kiss her… But he controlled that urge. For now. He gazed at her intensely , eyes filled with both desire and admiration. She was unlike anyone he had ever met before.
After an easy take off she was flying over the lake, she was an expert and this was an easy flight. She had a smile on her face as she did some fun maneuvers to show off a little bit nothing crazy. Marc took in the lake with the same enjoyment as he took in Charlotte, watching her do those maneuvers that she knew he would love. At some point they had a steady altitude over the lake and she decides it's as good a time as any to talk to him.
“So. Marc. I have something I should tell you.” She sounded sort of nervous.
"Yeah?" He liked the way she said his name. "What is it?"
“I'm not just a pilot, or a Bartender.” She sighs, unsure of how he would react. But something compelled her to tell the whole truth. “My father is one of the most powerful crime lords in the world. One of the largest organized crime families. My wife and I worked for him but when she died on that last mission I told him I didn't want to be a part of it anymore. He's got me on a ball and chain at that bar. It's a front for some shady dealings in Chicago." She tries to lay this out in a way that is easy to understand. "I want to get out. I want my freedom back. But I don't know how to even start. I don't have anyone to turn to.”
"Your father sounds like a real piece of work." That was a lot of information to process. More than Marc knew how to— but he didn't think too much about that, his eyes lingering on Charlotte as he took the information in. Charlotte seemed so... sad as she spoke, as if this all weighed on her but she handled it She had strength. And he liked that.
"What happens if you leave? Will that put you in any danger?"
“Yes, me and whoever helps me. He has agents all over the world. Including Isabella’s father. That's why I haven't seen her. My father punished me for wanting to leave by taking her out of my life and forcing me to work at the bar.” She says as she’s trying not to get emotional. She starts to turn the plane back towards the hanger. “Look if you help me you're going to put yourself in danger, more than the usual job. So I understand if you can't help me, but I get feeling that I can trust you.”
Trust. Everything about this requires trust.
"I'm in. Whatever it takes, Charlotte."
After they land Charlotte and Marc sit down in the office space attached to the hanger Charlotte closes and locks the door behind them and motions for him to sit down. She goes over to a mini fridge and pulls out two hard ciders handing one to him as they sit the armchairs close enough together that their knees touch as they talk.
“My Father prefers to keep things as old school as he can. Says the new tech and whatnot is how people get caught.”
"It sounds like he's got the old ways down, for sure. So here's what I'm thinking." He cracked the cider as he sat down, letting out a long breath as he stared Charlotte directly in the eyes. Marc leaned in, lowering the volume on his voice and his entire demeanor. "If we want to beat your dad, we've gotta make him feel like we're on his side." Charlotte looks shocked for a moment.
“You're suggesting we infiltrate the organization...”she takes a sip of her cider as she thinks. Her brow furrowed as she thinks. Chewing slightly on the corner of her mouth. “This isn't just an escape plan… you’re suggesting we take the whole thing down. Not just get me out…” She looks him in the eye. She gives him her signature half smile. “You're something else Marc Spector...”
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. Your father doesn't know me, which is a massive advantage for us. He's never gonna expect us to betray him." He couldn't help but smile in return. It felt... good. "Hell, the way I see it, if we're able to pull this off, you'll have your freedom back and Isabella'll be safe." As if to illustrate this, his hand brushed against Charlotte's thigh gently. Charlotte nods and covers her eyes for just a moment hiding a few tears that fell from her eyes as she thought about seeing her little girl again. She exhales shakily as she looks back at Marc.
“I was in training to become his second in command when I left. I know almost everything there is to know.” She takes another swig of the cider. “This is going to take a while to take them down but it will be worth it.” Marc took her hand and held it gently. Just watching Charlotte's emotions made him happy, in a way, but her words and the plan filled him with a sense of hope he hadn't felt for a while now. Maybe even his entire life.
"I don't mind waiting for the right time. Hell, we can even have a fake relationship to make your father think that everything is normal between us." He grinned at her, putting his fingers underneath her chin to make her look at him. "And then, when we bring the whole thing down, we'll take a trip to see your baby girl together." Dear God Marc knows exactly how to get her going.
“Does the relationship have to be fake?” She asks quietly as she leans in closer using her hand on his thigh to brace herself as she comes closer. She knew this was forward but she didn't want to think about this. She knew she liked him, but after agreeing to do everything to save her and Isabella. She couldn't resist.
"No, it doesn't." He reached his hand out and laid it on Charlotte's thigh and his finger started moving closer toward the hem of her jeans, tracing along it gently.
"I'm sure our relationship won't have to be fake for very long once I get you in bed." Marc said, his tone full of confidence. Her body was reacting to his words and she looked... oh so perfect.
She chuckles slightly and closes the distance between the two of them kissing him softly. Her eyes closed as she kissed him letting him pull her into his lap as they deepened the kiss her hands traveling across his body. She was very happy to be in this position. Her legs straddle his lap as they made-out in the office. Lips clashing in a battle of passion. As if this entire day had been building up to this, the kiss felt like it was straight out of a movie, the way Charlotte fit into his arms so perfectly was surreal, like it was meant to be. As his arms wrapped around her, his hands traveled up her back and down her thigh. His fingers fumbled at the button to her jeans, but he soon got it undone, pulling her a little closer as his palm made its way into her jeans. She moans softly at the touch of his hand at her entrance. She instinctively grinds into his hand as she kisses him feverishly as she tangles her fingers in his thick dark curls.
As he felt the moan escape her lips, Marc’s eyes flashed open as he pulled back from the kiss for a moment. If this wasn't the beginning of something special, he didn't know what would be. His hands moved underneath her jeans, pushing his fingers inside of her before he pulled away again, looking into Charlotte's bright eyes before he pulled her back in, arm around her waist, kissing her again. His fingers slide out of her as he caresses her wet folds
“No, no, no keep doing that” she takes his wrist and pushes his fingers back inside of her as she moans. Moving rhythmically on his fingers her lips twitching slightly at the pleasure. She lets go of his wrist and starts to work on his jeans expertly unbuttoning them and beginning to palm the hardness in his pants. He groans as she does
He grabbed her again, making his other hand move up her body until he came to her shirt, his fingers tugging at it as he pulled her closer. He loved being in her presence it made him feel so alive. They both pleasured the other as they kissed, Charlotte pulls down his underwear and spit in her hand before rubbing her hand up and down his length as she kissed him, nibbling lightly on his lip, softly groaning occasionally as he moves his fingers inside her. His thumb rubbing circles over her clit as she moans softly into the kiss, stroking his length in her hand, pre-cum glistening at the tip. She rolls her hips slightly into his hand, the pressure of her orgasm on the edge of spilling over.
“Fuck…Marc…I’m close” She mumbles on his lips as she continues to chase her own orgasm as she slides her hand along him, her other hand still tangled in his hair.
“Me too, cum for me Baby, I’ve got you. I’ve got you” He says breathlessly as he slightly trusts into her hand. She felt the warm waves of pleasure as her climax hits her, her walls clenching around his fingers as she moans his name out. Just hearing her moan his name was enough, ropes of white spurt out of his tip as he makes a mess of them. They lean their foreheads against each other as they catch their breath.
Charlotte was perfect. Marc thought at he gazed into her eyes, the afterglow flushes her cheeks. It was that simple. She made him feel alive. She made him desire her in a way he didn't think possible. And for the first time in his life, Marc felt free... free from the past that haunted him, free from the burden that had been placed on him. Free from the pain of losing his brother. And Charlotte, in all of her beauty and personality, was the reason.
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Can your write a longer version of the Romanov (Romanoff) teacher x fem reader and/or with Carol Danvers or Yelena Belova? (I know she is her sister but they aren’t really)
And I’ll buy you two cups of coffee. Or if u do All three characters, (not at once but maybe eventually in another story), I’ll buy u 4 cups 🥰
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Warnings: teacher!Natasha X student!reader, teacher!Carol X student!reader, unhealthy power dynamic, dub-con (not really?? Putting it to be safe) age gap (R is 18), smoking, being caned, praise, degrading, strap on sex, oral on strap on, gagging and overstimulation
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Your head fell back against the brick wall as you exhaled heavily and let the thick smoke escape your parched mouth. You stared up at the clouds amongst the perfectly blue sky and made out various shapes the clouds displayed, each telling their own story. You smiled when you spotted a laughing dragon.
"Y/n." Came a snappy voice that pulled you from your daydreaming. You recognised the voice instantly and clenched your teeth together as you dropped your joint to the floor and stepped on it.
"Yes, Miss Romanoff?" You rolled your eyes and glared at the teacher approaching you.
"You know smoking is not permitted on these grounds. Neither are the those." The redhead stated as she eyed the the packet in your pocket and held her hand out for it. You begrudgingly handed it over.
"Detention. 7 o'clock. Do not be late." She warned before heading back towards the old building. You continued to glare daggers into her back as you watched her leave, those damn hips swaying with every step.
You would be the first to admit your teacher was hot. With all those curves and a look to kill, yes you were attracted to her. But there was a lot of teachers at the school that were easy on the eyes. The difference with Natasha was she seemed spent on making your life at that school a living hell.
It felt like she was always out to get you, giving you detentions left and right and shouting at you for seemingly nothing. So being attracted to her while she played the role of the your own personal guardian devil wasn't easy. Plus: it was beyond frustrating being horny at a boarding school.
The day dragged by after that. Every time you looked up at the clock on a classroom wall it had barely changed. You just wanted the day to be over with.
Finally, 7 o'clock came and you dragged yourself to Natasha's classroom a few minutes late. You would be lying if you said you hadn't deliberately been late to piss her off. Not to mention you had made it quite the habit with your teacher. You were a sucker for tradition.
"I do hope that one day you'll learn the importance of being punctual." Natasha said from her desk where she didn't look up from marking.
"I guess today just isn't that day." You said as you slouched down in your seat in the back row.
You frowned as you noticed a workbook wasn't placed on your desk already. That was usually all your detentions consisted of, you doing more work. You looked up and saw Natasha watching you darkly. You struggled to hold her gaze for more than a couple seconds.
"On the contrary, y/n. I think today is exactly that day." She said with a small smile you didn't trust at all. You rarely saw her smile. Brief, forced ones towards her colleagues was all you thought she was capable of. But the one she gave you, it was hiding something.
"Come here." She said suddenly and you found yourself getting to your feet rather hastily.
You made your way down the room and stood infront of your teachers desk with some nerves. While you had never strived to piss off any teachers, their threats never seemed to scare you because you knew there was nothing they could really do. It never got any worse than a series of tedious detentions. But you found yourself not wanting to test your teacher that evening.
Natasha stood up from her chair and put the papers to the side before walking around the desk and past you. You didn't look back to see what she was doing but you could hear her open the door to her supply room. There was one in every room in the generously sized school. All stocked with books and alike, but you had never seen the inside of Miss Romanoff's supply room, it was always too dim.
Her heels clicked against the wooden floor as she made her way back to you. You still didn't dare turn around, maybe if you had Natasha wouldn't have pushed your back down with alarming force that had your front pressed against her table in less than a second.
You gave a startled cry in alarm and went to get back up but Natasha's hand stayed firmly between your shoulder blades and forced you to stay flat against the desk.
"Miss!" You called but she didn't respond. Instead, her other hand wandered up the back of your left thigh. Her touch was light as a feather and it brought out an involuntary shudder from you despite the screaming in your head.
Natasha then hiked your skirt up over your hips. You stayed silent at the act. In shock more than anything else. Perhaps part of you wanted to know what she was planning.
What you didn't expect was to feel a sharp sting across your ass and a cracking sound echo across the room. You cried out again and tried to get off the desk but your teacher was too strong.
"What the fuck was that?" You demanded as your ass continued to sting furiously.
"I thought some old school punishment would fit you better, y/n. Nothing else quite seems to suffice." She explained and brought the cane back down on your thinly covered ass. You jerked forwards and gripped on to the edge of the desk firmly as another cry was ripped from your throat.
She hummed in consideration for a moment, most likely pausing for an extra second just to taunt you, before dipping her fingers under the waist band of your panties and pulled them down your legs. You whimpered quietly and pressed your thighs tightly together, not wanting your teacher to see any possible and surprising signs of what her actions were doing to you.
When your panties were at your feet you breathing became more shallow and you awaited the next strike in fear.
"I think ten strikes will suffice." She declared and your eyes widened. "But let's not forget I also have to teach you the importance of punctuality. How many minutes late were you, y/n? Seven?"
"Please." Spilled from your lips. You weren't sure you could handle seventeen strikes from the devil crafted stick in you teacher's hand.
"You can take it, darling. After all," She started as she leant forward to whisper in your ear, "Daddy knows best." You shivered from her words and tried to ignore the way they seemed to travel through your body.
A harsh strike came down suddenly and you cried out pathetically and gripped on to the desk like a lifeline. The cane in harsh, random strikes after that, each one as unpredictable as the last and all of them hurting more.
Tears sprung to your eyes and yet every hit added to your arousal that filled you with shame. You were sure Natasha noticed it because every time you pressed your thighs together she kicked your legs apart again, surely seeing your wetness as she did so.
"That's it, sweetheart, it's done." Natasha cooed as she ran her cold hand over your throbbing ass. "You took it so well." You flinched from the contact but luckily she didn't linger too long on the broken skin, instead letting her hand drop further down.
You couldn't help the breathy whine that escaped your lips. "Perhaps too well." Natasha mused as her slender fingers glided over your glistening folds. You leaned back into her touch and was partly surprised that she let you, consequently slipping the tips of her fingers through your folds.
You whined louder at the teasing contact but Natasha withdrew her hands and instead smacked your pussy hard. You lurched forward and moaned at the impact.
"Come here." Natasha said but didn't give you much chance to respond because she gripped the back of your shirt and hauled you through the room. You stumbled the whole way but didn't dare question your teacher. She pushed you into the storage room, much to your confusion, until you stumbled into what felt like a table and the dim light flickered on.
Your breath caught in your throat as you caught sight of all the packed shelves around the room. There were more sex toys in the surprisingly small room than you could even process with more range than you could ever beging to fantasise about.
You admired as many as you could in the time Natasha stripped herself of her clothing and stepped infront of you to pick out a dildo to attatch to the harness she wore. Her eyes raked over the large collection and landed on one of the biggest with a confident smirk on her face. She grabbed the toy and some lube and stepped behind you again where she attatched the toy and prepared it with the lube before tangling her hand in your hair to hold you against the oak table.
"You like my collection, sweetheart?" Natasha asked as she ran the strap through your folds. You hummed vaguely, too caught up in the thought of her using the toy on you.
"Answer me, slut." Natasha said lowly and thrust the strap in.
You moaned loudly as your teacher pushed more of the inches in and you squirmed beneath her. She gave another harsh thrust and burried the rest of the strap in to your pussy.
"Well?" She asked teasingly as she withdrew the toy only to slam it back forwards harshly.
"Yes!" You cried out as you squeezed your eyes shut.
"Yes what?" She tested.
"Yes, daddy!" You moaned in bliss and desperation.
"Fuck, this pussy's so tight." Natasha smirked above you, no doubt knowing the slight buzz of pain you were feeling at the stretch of her toy. You moaned in response as she continued to thrust the toy in at a merciless pace.
You were so lost in the overwhelming pleasure Natasha was giving you you were unaware if anything that wasn't her or the toy. Even the cold surface of the table pressed so harshly against you had slipped from your mind. So it was no surprise you didn't hear the heavy footsteps entering the room.
"Evening, Danvers." Natasha greeted and your eyes snapped open. You tried to look back at who ever Natasha was talking to but she gripped your hair tighter and held your head down against the desk making you whimper.
"You finally did it, huh." Came the voice from behind you that you definitely recognised. "And I thought you were chicken shit." She mused.
You whimpered when you felt a hand snake down to your clit and rub the neglected spot slowly. But it was gone barely a second after it came.
"Wait your fucking turn, Danvers." Natasha spat at the blonde but you whined desperately.
"Please, daddy!" You begged, missing the contact instantly.
"I think the little whore wants me more." Carol chuckled and Natasha snapped her hips particularly hard at her words.
"Oh but she's going to cum all for me now, aren't you, y/n?"
"Please, please!" You begged more as Natasha's pace increased and you moaned more frantically, still trying to get a look at the blonde.
"Fucking cum." She demanded and at that, you lost all control. You clenched around the fake cock and trembled on the table as the brutal waves if your orgasm washed over you again and again.
But to your distraught, Natasha pulled the strap out as you came and effectively ruined the full effects of your high. You whimpered again at the loss but your legs felt too numb to fully do anything about it.
"Don't be so ungrateful." Natasha warned as she slapped your pussy making you jump slightly.
Carol stood infront of you as she started to unbuckle her belt and freed the strap she had been packing underneath.
"You're gonna use that slutty mouth to get my cock ready for your pussy now, Princess." Carol explained as she tapped the head against your cheek. You happily obliged and opened your mouth for the strap that Carol wasted no time in easing in.
She held your head in place where Natasha had let go and pushed the strap against your gag reflex. You coughed around the toy but the blonde shushed you as she kept pushing forward in a thoughtful silence, admiring the tears that sprung to your eyes.
"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth." Carol muttered as she withdrew the strap slightly only to snap her hips forwards to effectively fuck your mouth. "You want it in your slutty hole now?" She asked with faux sweetness.
"She'll take whatever you give her." Natasha mused. You looked up and saw her in a dark red chair against the wall facing you, her eyes glued to your form.
Carol slipped the strap from your mouth when she deemed you had done a good enough job. It glistened in the dim light and disappeared from sight when your other teacher strolled back behind you.
You locked eyes with your red headed teacher as you felt Carol's presence behind you. Natasha pulled something from the cabinet besides her that you instantly registered as your amateur cigarette and the little tobacco that was still in the bag. She chuckled at the rookie joint you had made yourself but you didn't have much chance to feel any embarrassment or annoyance because the woman behind you gripped onto your hips tightly and pushed the entirety of the toy in in one thrust forward.
You moan was bordering on a scream at the action. Carol set about a merciless pace that rivalled your other teacher's and had you trembling instantly. You gripped on to the edge of the table tightly and babbled incoherently about how good it felt and pathetic pleas not to stop, all of which Carol had no issue aiding. She pounded the strap into you and revelled in your pleasured cries all while you tried desperately to hold eye contact with Natasha.
The red head was looking through her cabinet again until you brought out a box of Humidor cigars that probably cost more than a year at your school. Your cheap tobacco had been thrown to the side as she lit the expensive cigar all while smirking at you and your limited responses to her.
She brought it up to your lips with a knowing smile but you had no energy or ability to make an annoyed comment about how unfair the teacher student hierarchy was because Carol's pace seemed to increase.
"Don't stop!" You managed to cry out to the blonde. You clenched around the strap desperately as your breathing increased and.you could feel your high approaching at a fast rate.
"Cum, slut." The blonde ordered and with that, you fell apart again. You bucked back against the strap as Carol fucked your through your orgasm and kept going. You were becoming sensitive from the intense pleasure you had been feeling and all of a sudden it became too much.
You thought Carol stopped when she pulled out, but she swiftly flipped you on to your front and sunk the strap back in. Your head threw back as you moaned lowly and instinctively wrapped your legs around your teacher's waist to help you handle her deep thrusts.
"I want to see you cum this time." Carol said as she eyed you greedily.
You felt a pair of soft lips meet your exposed neck and turned your head away more to give Natasha's wandering lips further access. Her hands crept up under your shirt and massaged the soft skin contained by your bra. She pinched your nipples as she sucked and lightly nipped at your neck, all while the blonde continued to fuck you into your next orgasm.
You gasped before giving a long moan in relief as your third orgasm washed over your body. You trembled in the women's gripped as they guided you through your high that had you seeing stars.
Your head fell back against the table with a light thud as you tried to steady your breathing.
"Fuck." Carol smirked as she combed her hair back away from her face and grinned down at your body arrogantly. "We're going to have to do that again." She sighed as she pulled the strap out slowly making you whine.
"You want that baby? You want to be our secret slut?" Natasha muttered into your ear and bit down gently. You groaned and nodded your head in response.
"Please." You whispered, your voice going hoarse.
"That's a good girl." Natasha praised as her hand wandered down your body again.
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Innocence /// Virgin!Tamaki x Top!Male Reader (18+)
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Request: Hello! Can I request a Top male reader* x Tamaki. It's his first time and he's very shy and reader takes advantage of it.
A/N: Of course anon, I love the idea of corrupting a sweet innocent Tamaki
Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI explicit sexual content, virgin!Tamaki, dominate reader, submissive Tamaki, mild somnophilia/dubcon, tentacles, handjob, He/Him pronouns
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Patience had never been a virtue of yours, so when a soft timid Tamaki beat around the bush asking you out on your first date you took the first step. And when he could not find the words to ask for a second you gladly volunteered them. Instead of growing annoyed or feeling emasculated your sweet boyfriend looked at you with gratitude every time you guided the relationship.
So, when it was finally time to take your relationship with him to the next level it was no surprise that you were the one to push it there. In the dimness of your shared bedroom, you laid still in bed listening to his breathing. During the day he would never let you stare at him like this, he would grow too flustered and hide his face.
You wish more than anything he could see himself how you see him. How he is the strongest person you know, choosing to push beyond his limits every day to save those around him, uncaring if it left him in a panic after. You had to bite your tongue every time he came home from work covered in blood and dirt. In your mind you know he can handle himself, but the idea that someone can look at Tamaki and still choose to hurt him baffled you.
You raise your hand to his face and brush your knuckle across his cheek. You wanted to be with him in every way, but you were so unsure he was ready. You know if you asked, he would say yes, he would never deny you. But he has never shown any sign that he wanted to take that next step.
So when a deep groan left his soft pink lips your ears perked up. Normally the only sounds he made while he slept were a few soft huffs as he shifted around. You sit up in bed, now watching his face intensely. Maybe your mind made up the sound, desperate for an excuse to jump on him. But to your delight, his mouth opened, and a single word left his lips, "Please."
This had to be too good to be true. Was your boyfriend having a sex dream? You needed to investigate. Carefully lifting the covers, you look down his slender body unit your eyes landed on his pants. You rub your eyes to clear them and make sure you were seeing things right and you were. A large bulge pushed the seam of his pants up, his erection barely contained in his underwear.
Instantly you felt heat flare-up in between your legs. You look up at his face and grow even hotter, his cheeks were dusted pink, and the tips of his pointed ears were bright red. His lips were slightly parted letting you catch a glimpse of his teeth as he let out another low groan, this one even more desperate than the last.
Without thinking you trail your hands down his chest, tracing the soft muscles until you landed on the elastic of his pants. You could feel the warmth he emitted and moved in closer until you lie parallel to him. The soft purple hair of his happy trial teased the tip of your fingers as you ever so carefully slip your hand under his pants.
You watch his face for any distress, but he held the same expression. Growing bolder you inch your hand further down until your fingers brushed against the head of his cock. You have to stop for a second, already overwhelmed at how far you have gone.
He was so warm and soft, his sweet olive smell filling your nose. You needed him so bad, needed to be close with him, touch him, love him. So you take a deep breath and wrap your hand around the head of his cock. You could feel his hot length pulse in your hand, just begging for your touch.
Needing to touch him more you place your lips by his delicate ears and whisper, "Tamaki, baby, wake up for me."
The man under you tensed and ever so slowly his eyes lazily opened, "Huh?"
You can't help but laugh at his dazed expression, he looked like a newborn fawn. "Baby, can you look down for me?"
His bright purple eyes looked at you with confusion but did what you told. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before his gaze snapped to meet yours. "What?" he asks his eyes wide, "What are you doing?"
You keep your face neutral, not wanting to give away too much, "I could hear you begging in your sleep." You purr, "And when I looked down, I could not help but notice the tent in your pants."
His face grows impossibly redder, and he looks anywhere but your face. Not liking that you gently acquiesce your hand around his cock until his eyes snapped back to you.
"What were you dreaming about Tamaki?"
"N-nothing?"
You tsk your tongue, "That's not true, is it?" You lift the hand is his pants up, revealing his hard cock for both of you to see. You could hear his breath hitch as he was finally able to see what your hand was doing.
"Now why don't you tell me what you were really dreaming about?"
You could see his mouth open and close as he tried to form words. His purple eyes started to grow wide and wild. Needing to stop that train of thought you decided to try something else.
"How about I try to guess what your dream was about?"
His breathing slowed and he tiled his head, "What do you mean?"
"We will play a game of hot and cold. If I am doing something you saw in your dream you say hot and if I do something that was not in your dream you say cold."
He looks to the ceiling, "I've never played that game."
You softly smile, "That's ok, we can try it out and if you don't like it, I will stop."
"A-alright," he tightly swallows, "Let's try it."
You let out a squeak of joy and peck him on the cheek, "I am so proud of you!"
He gives you a wobbly smile, but you could see his eyes starting to dilate. He was getting excited.
You look down at your hand and take a deep breath. You know he has never done anything like this, so you had to make this perfect for him. Wrapping your hand around his cock, you gently slid it down until it rests on the base.
The soft hair surrounding his base ticked the back of your hand as you let it rest there for a second waiting to see what he says.
"Cold," he mumbled weakly.
You give him a rewarding squeeze and began to pump your hand, admiring how his foreskin traveled up to cover his glands. Everything about Tamaki was perfect and his cock was no exception. It was long, almost double the size of your hand. Instead of being perfectly straight, it bent off a little to the side. You could not wait to take advantage of that.
"Warmer," he said a little stronger.
"Good boy," you praise, starting to pump your hand a little faster.
A shiver traveled through his body at your words. You made a mental note to praise him more. As you gently pump your hand on his cock another idea popped into your mind. You slip his underwear down with your free hand giving you room to dip your hand lower until it settles on the tight skin in between his balls and hole.
You watch his face for any signs of distress as you gently press one finger at his entrance. You could feel him tense for a second but as you continued to stroke his cock his hole relaxed enough to allow one finger to slip inside.
"Bunny," he cried, "Warm."
You hum your approval, sinking your finger even deeper inside his tight hole while you pumped your hand, once, twice, three strokes. His hips started to lift in time with your hand, creating even more delicious friction.
"So good Bunny, don't stop!"
You press another finger inside him, giving him a few seconds to adjust before you spread open your finger, scissoring the digits. His hands desperately grip the sheets beside you, trying to find purchase as you stretch him open.
“Please Bunny I need,” he begged, unsure what he really needed. Needy cries filled your ears as you started to stroke him at a punishing pace, already feeling his cock pulse in your hand.
"Hot, hot, Bunny it's so hot." He cries, his hips rising to meet your hand. You deepen the thrusts of your fingers, pushing them up until you found a soft spongy spot inside him. His hips lurch up and a sob leaves his lips as you press on that spot inside him, keeping your hand moving on his dick.
You force yourself to keep steadily pumping, knowing the consistent pressure is what he needed to finally tip over the edge. And you were right, with his hands white knuckling the sheets he came with a silent cry, his face contorted in pleasure.
You watched mesmerized as he releases all over your hand and his stomach. You ease your grip on his cock, not wanting to overstimulate him too much, and instead weakly kept your wrist moving, letting him ride out his high. His chest rapidly fell up and down as he tried to catch his breath.
You carefully pull your fingers out of his ass, watching carefully for any signs of discomfort. As he came back to reality, he looks down at you with a wobbly gaze, “I’m sorry.”
Your hand flies up to cradle his cheek, “What are you sorry for baby?”
He looked down at the mess on his stomach, “I came too early, I messed the game up.”
You take a second to try and find the right words and finally settle with, “We are just having fun Tamaki, there is no winning or losing.”
His hands lift to cover his face, “But I finished so fast, it’s humiliating.”
“Hey,” you coo, “It’s just me and I thought you cumming so quickly was hot.”
His hands lowered slightly so his eyes could look at you skeptically.
You laugh, “I am serious, the way you could not control yourself and cried out will be the fuel of my late-night fun for weeks.”
His hands fell from his face and the look in his eyes changed completely, “You think about me when you touch yourself?”
"Yeah baby. You are all I can think about when I touch myself. I think about how your cute little ears twitch when you are embarrassed, I think about how good you look in your hero uniform, and I especially think about the look on your face as you take down a villain. But do you want to know what gets me off every time?"
He nods eagerly, the embarrassment of finishing quickly long forgotten. You crook your finger at him urging him to lean in closer. When his pointy ear was inches from your mouth you whisper, "I think about how you would use your quirk to fill me up until you are the only thing I can feel."
He shoots back and looks at you with a mix of curiosity and horror, "You don't mean. . ."
You nod, "Yeah baby that is exactly what I mean."
His entire face grows bright red, "B-but that is so, so dirty."
"That is why it's so hot."
"What do you say we continue our little game but it will be my turn to say hot or cold?"
"Y-you want me to touch you like that?" He whispered the last word.
"Yeah baby, I want you to touch me like that."
He bites his bottom lip, "What if I mess it up or hurt you?"
"You have nothing to worry about baby, I will be in charge the entire time."
The worry on his face eased a little at your words but you could see he was still fiddling with his fingers.
"Why don't we start off slow?" You suggest, rubbing your hand along his bicep.
"You can put your hands anywhere on me and I will say hot the closer you get to where I want your hand to be."
"What if I touch you somewhere you don't want to be touched?"
"Impossible," you mumble, "There is nowhere I don't want your hands to be."
A high whine left his lips, the sound sending heat flashing through you. Oh, you wanted to ruin him, and you were pretty sure he would let you.
Not wasting any more time you wrap your hand around his wrist and lift it towards your chest, letting him get a feel for your skin. His breathing increased and his eyes grew wide as you dragged his hand up your chest until it rested near your collarbone.
"I am going to drop my hand, remember I will let you know where to touch me, all you have to do is follow my cues.
He nods, barely breathing as you drop your hand from his, leaving him free to explore. He takes a few seconds to compose himself, staring at his hand touching you. His soft cock was already filling again, ready to stand to attention as he carefully dragged his hand down the side of your arm. He looks to you for instructions.
"Cold," you mumble as his hands drift off to your hands. He nods, his fingertips sliding up your arms. Involuntary you could feel goosebumps follow the trail of his fingers. If he ever figured out how much power he held over you, you would be doomed.
His fingers trail up until his hand settles around your neck. "Warm," you groan pushing yourself closer into his hand.
With his first hand occupied his second slips under your shirt, sliding up the soft material until he revealed your chest to his view. You could hear his breathing stop completely as his gaze locked onto your soft peaks.
"Breath Tamaki," you order, "In and out, that's it." You watch his chest rise and fall slowly as if it took intense concentration to remember to breathe.
When his breathing grew steadier his hand reached out and slid up your stomach. "Warmer," you reach out to bunch the blankets in your hands, needing something to keep your hands busy.
His brows furrowed as his long cold finger circled around your areola, watching in amazement as your nipple bunched into a tight peak. "Warmer," you say, needing him to deepen his touch.
Thankfully he seemed to understand what you wanted as his fingers pinched the bud and rolled it. You could not stop the whine from leaving your throat as he flicked his finger against your nipple.
Growing bolder from your reaction Tamaki dipped his head until his mouth was only a breath away from your nipple. Again, his bright purple eyes look up at you for approval.
"Hot baby," you bring your hands to thread through his hair as his lips wrap around the swollen peak, sucking it into his wanting mouth. His cheeks hallow as he takes long drags, his tongue lashing the tender bud resting in his mouth.
Small mewls of approval leave your lips as the hand on your nipple pinches and pulls, a stark contrast from the soft teasing of his mouth. The difference in touch left you reeling, if you thought you were hard before, you were fucking steel now.
"Tamaki," you push his head in closer, wanting more, god you wanted so much more. He strengthens the suck on your nipple until you were sure he was going to leave a mark.
The hand on your nipple leaves and started to trail down the softness of your abdomen, caressing the skin. "Warmer," you moan, hoping they would go where you wanted. And he did, his fingers lift the elastic of your underwear and his palm resting on your length, waiting to be told what to do.
You reach over to the side of the bed and pull out a bottle of lube you had hidden away. You quickly squeeze a generous glob of the liquid onto the head of your cock, watching as it dripped down to Tamaki’s hand." It will make it easier later on,” you explain as he stares at the viscous liquid.
“Oh, ok,” he agrees, unsure what you meant but too excited to care.
One finger slides down your length, tracing a vein before he wrapped his hand around you. You both let out a groan of want as his hand slowly moves up.
The palm of his hand wet itself with your precum, making it easy for his hand to slid down the length of your cock before settling as your base. His other hand raised up to your mouth, you give it an inquisitive look but open your mouth anyways, allowing his dainty fingers to come inside. You swirl your tongue around the digits, wetting them with your spit before letting him pull away.
As his finger dips down toward your entrance you mumble, "Warmer."
He lets out a low groan, sucking harder on your nipple as his finger moves down until it settles on the outside of your hole. In the quiet of your room, you could hear the lewd sounds of his fingers breaching your entrance.
You let out a hiss, surprised he had forced you to take two fingers so quickly but the burn felt so good you let it slide. The fingers inside you twist down and press, you had a rough idea what he was trying to do. “Cold Tamaki.”
The fingers inside you twist around again, blinding looking for your sweet spot. After a few misses attempts you could feel him grow more agitated, his teeth now nibble on the tender bud of your nipple. "Patience baby, move your finger up, just like that, a little to the side- there!"
Your hips lurch up into his hand as his finger finally brushes across your prostate. Your hands in his hair tighten to a bruising hold but he didn't seem to mind, in fact, your reaction drove him even further.
His soft fingers hone in on the spongy tissue, rubbing it gently, a little too gently.
"Harder Tamaki, touch me a little harder."
And the good boy did as he was told. His middle finger pressed down with force, his fingers making a firm coaxing motion. You were feral, having him touch you like this was better than any fantasy your mind had made up to help you get off. There was no comparison to having the real thing.
While his mouth distracted you, the fingers in your ass grow longer and softer. You look down in confusion unsure what was going on only to see purple tentacles now fill you instead of his fingers. One large tentacle wrapped itself around the length of your cock, with one large sucker latching onto the tip of your cock, sucking on it like a mouth.
Your head falls back, too overwhelmed to watch anymore. You could already feel the tight grip you had on your control slipping away. Following the cues of your body, Tamaki used another tentacle to tease around your entrance. It circled around the tight hole, wetting itself in your pre-cum before carefully pushing inside along with the rest, stretching you impossibly wider.
He releases your nipple to watch his tentacles sink deeper inside you. The tightness of you around him would fuel his fantasy for years to come. He had always felt deeply for you but doing something like this with you made everything click into place. There was no one else in the world he would ever want to share this with and being with you for his first time was something he would never forget.
He made sure to move his tentacles up inside you, remembering something Mirio had told him a year earlier about how men’s g-spot is on their ass. It seemed his best friend was right. You bucked wildly into his hand, he could tell you were fighting to keep control of your movements, but he wanted to see you lose control, he wanted to see his Bunny become wild.
So when the sucker around your cock strengthened its pull you had to reach down and frantically pull it away before it tipped you over the edge. Tamaki instantly stops what he is doing and looks at you with eyes full of worry.
"You made me feel so good baby," you praise, pulling him in for a hug. “Too good, I was going to finish right then and there.”
"You really liked it? What I did with my quirk?" he asked weakly.
"Fuck Tamaki I don't think I will ever be able to get myself off without your help," you look down at him, "Nothing could compare to that."
A bright smile spreads across his face, "I am glad I made you feel that good bunny, but why did you make me stop?”
You look down at his body and smile.
His head tilts and he follows your eyes until it lands in his erection. His breath sputters as he tries to wave it away, “Wait, you don’t mean-“
“I want to cum inside you baby.”
“I, you, you want to- “
“Fuck you. Yeah baby I want to stretch that tight ass around my cock and fuck you until you can’t speak.”
His mouth opens but no sounds come out, for a second you worry you have finally pushed him too far but suddenly he snaps back into focus. “Yeah, bunny, I want to d-do that too.”
You give him a relieved smile and get to work. You quickly take off your underwear and have him swing his leg over your lap, positioning him to hover over your waist. You reach down and grab ahold of your throbbing cock still slick from earlier, lining it up with his hole.
With you already being prepared all you had to do was push down on his hips, urging him to sink lower, slowing impaling him with your length. You could feel the tightness of his hole as it resisted your entrance at first, not letting you move forward.
Soft mewls left his lips as he tried to relax and let you in but he could not do it on his own, “Shh baby, it is ok,” you coo, trying to get him to relax.
“I don’t think it is going to fit,” he whines, starting to lift himself up.
“It will work,” you mumble, and pull him in for a kiss. You explore his mouth with your tounge, distracting him until you could feel his hole begin to soften. Not wasting time you thrust your hips up, finally popping past the tight ring of muscle guarding his entrance.
A loud cry rips from his throat as you sink into his heat further, the head of your cock now settled inside him.
You force yourself to look up and meet his eyes and it was beautiful. He was an absolute wreck, already gasping for air and you were not even halfway in. His pupils were blown out, eyes barely focusing until you grab his hair and force him to look down.
“Watch baby,” you coo, “Watch me take you like this. No one but me will ever get to see you like this but me.”
He whimpers but complies, watching you sink in the last few inches. You lean forward and press your lips to his one again, wanting to be surrounded by him. Needing his taste on your tongue. At the same time, you start to lift your hips, admiring the feel of him slipping down onto your cock.
With each rotation of your hip, a new whine filled your mouth as he tried to stay in control. You broke the kiss and ordered, “Put your hands on my shoulders.”
He complied, his fingers digging into your skin and helping to increase the power of each thrust.
“Y-you are so perfect,” Tamaki panted as you rocked your hips forward in time with his. “I never want to be without you.”
“My baby,” you groan, “You are a natural, feel so good around me.”
His breath hitches, you could feel him growing closer, the hands on your shoulders weakening and the trusts becoming more desperate. Wanting to cum together you reach down and grab ahold of his pulsing cock.
“That’s it Tamaki,” you groan, “I want you to cum on my cock.”
Without needing to be told twice his hand came to life spurting three tentacles. The smaller two spread dipped low, gently cradling the weight of your balls with the third latched onto his cock, joining your hand to stroke himself with its slippery ribbed texture.
“Oh fuck,” you cry, your head falling forward to rest in the crook of his neck. You could feel his hole tightening around you, spasming as he grew closer, “Just like that Tamaki, please keep going just like that.”
And as always, he did as he was told. He lifted his hips, riding your cock at the same speed, driving you higher and higher, the tentacles on your balls gently squeezed mercilessly milking the pleasure from your body.
“Ah, god Tamaki, just like that,” you babble, unsure if the words were even able to be understood.
You could feel yourself slipping further away and needed to do something before you embarrassed yourself. You shifted up your hips, changing the angle of your thrusts. The next time your cock plunged inside of him, your length brushes against his prostate.
A beautiful look of shock crossed his face, there was no time to prepare himself before an explosion of pleasure suddenly blasted through him. He could not even cry out as he was swallowed whole by his release.
He convulsed in your arms, his mouth opens in a silent scream as his ass clenched around you, sending you spiraling too. In the middle of your haze, you could make out his hole clenching your cock as you fill him to the brim with your cum. His tentacle still toying with your taunt balls.
No longer able to support himself Tamaki collapses onto your chest, relying on you to stay upright. You wrap your arms around his wairs, pulling him in closer to your chest. He rests his cheek on your pec and you could hear his broken breath as he slowly recovers.
“Wow bunny,” Tamaki says breathlessly, “That was amazing!”
You kiss his sweaty neck weakly, “Yeah baby it was.” You look down to where your bodies were still joined and could already make out some of your cum starting to seep out of him.
“Bunny, I don’t think I can move.”
You laugh, “Oh good, because I don’t think I can either.”
He slouches down even more, “I think I will just lay here for a little bit; you feel so warm.”
You tighten your arm around his waist, holding him close, “Sounds good to me.”
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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”
PART 24: OH...HI
after months and too much longing, you finally meet corpse in person.
─── corpse husband x reader
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You woke up. That’s a lie, you didn’t sleep. Too much to plan, too much can go wrong and you’re...Not nervous, no, that’s not quite accurate. Excited. Yes, excited, so excited that two Redbulls and three coffees (so far!) make you jitter around the apartment like a butterfly that can’t find a flower bed to rest on.
Rae has almost had enough of your...random spurts of energy. So what if you ran a few laps, climbed a few tables, sang karaoke a bit too loud and yet another noise complaint had been issued? It arrived exactly an hour after your concert via your displeased landlord. Rae was, of course, the one to apologize because you were too busy trying on miniskirts. After that ordeal was taken care of, no sooner than Rae shut the front door with an exhausted sigh, you emerged from your room clad in your prettiest outfit. You present it to her with a bright smile and flourish.
She is not impressed.
“Will you quit it?” She questions, arms crossed over her chest. Your grin does not damper -- you’re used to such harsh treatment, having accepted her backhanded way of showing love long ago. Instead, you flick your wrists, showing off an ungodly amount of rings. You’re not certain of the exact number because you can’t count, “Y/n.” Her voice gains an edge, but you persist. Show off your shoes that have cute lil’ charms that jingle jangle not unlike the spurs on a hot cowgirl’s boots, “Y/n.” Her eyes narrow in displeasure, her stern tone making you falter in your dramatic stride down the imaginary catwalk, “Just stop.”
Okay! So maybe you’re not as used to her coldness as you thought you were. Your expression sours, and you quit the act, even if a part of you - one you barely fight off, goodness, you almost perish in that battle - wants to continue but even more annoying. As if you could somehow block her rationality with manic energy.
“What?” You ask, trying to keep the mood lighthearted despite her squared shoulders and tight frown, “I’m just having a bit of fun!” You say with a joyous little laugh, reaching for a glass of much needed water.
“No, you’re panicking.” Her words make the glass still, hoovering by your painted lips, but it’s short lived. You take a greedy gulp and it tastes fresh with a pinch of lipstick, “Look, I get it...” She shakes her head softly, “You’re meeting the guy you like for the first time, you jumped the gun straight to dating and now you’re...Anxious. It’s normal, you know.”
“But I’m not anxious.” You persist, and you really do mean it. You don’t like how she looks at you as if you’re the one that’s misunderstanding your own feelings. You set the glass down with a soft clink, heaving your own sigh, “I’m not, I’m really happy actually.” You explain softly, “It’s just...my way of dealing with it. I’m more... Worried about Corpse, to be honest.” You add, a tad quieter, “But, like, it’s all good!” You exclaim, strolling up to her and landing your hands on her shoulders, “I prepared.”
And it’s true! You had spent the night scouring the depths of the internet. Read every WikiHow article on how to deal with someone with extreme anxiety, how to not make things painfully awkward, and how to talk to boys (just in case. The last time you stumbled upon that particular article was way back in middle school when you had a crush on that one guy you saw in your school’s cafeteria every now and then. Naturally, that led you down the rabbit hole, and according to WikiHow’s How To Tell If A Boy Likes You guidebook, you found out that he was absolutely enamored with you because he glanced in your direction, like, two times. Safe to say that love story went nowhere. The point still stands).
So you forward all of this information to Rae, nestled in her bed whilst she lazily folds her clothes; clarify that you know that nothing much can happen, and that this whole situation is delicate, and that you must tread carefully because you don’t want to overwhelm him. She pauses her actions, glancing behind her to watch you staring idly at the ceiling, so peaceful, so thoughtful. And it’s not the eerie calmness you had displayed during your murderous spree in the last Among Us game, no, it’s just...quiet understanding.
“I’m actually impressed.” She says. You merely hum, counting the dust slowly descending in the cascading light, “You’re not as clueless as I thought.” Your lips quirk into a shy smile at the compliment- “Or as tactless.” - and turn downward just as quick.
“That implies that I’m always tactless.”
“You are.” She states and you sit up, a soft frown pinching your brows, “Not like, in a terrible way. You just...don’t think about your actions. Or the repercussions. You just know that you can get away with everything.”
“And I can!”
“That doesn’t actually mean you should do something just because you can. You know I’ll always support you. Literally everyone will always support you. But I’m not gonna coddle you. You’re just...a lot. Online and especially in person. But the fact that you’re actually taking this seriously and taking his feelings into consideration is...well, the bare minimum, but still, good job.”
...Much to think about. You don’t like thinking, it makes your head hurt. Though, that could just be the lack of sleep. You cross your legs and plop your head in your hand, tired eyes blinking owlishly, “Do you...think I should change what I’m wearing?”
Prompted by your question, she gives you a careful once over, “I mean, it’s signature you.”
“Signature me is a hoodie and some sweatpants.”
She smiles, “Then go change. Your outfit is a bit distracting for just...Hanging out indoors, no? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind either way, though.”
“I just...” You bite the inside of your cheek, mulling your words over. Truly, the last time you were so attentive was when you went Psycho Mode in Among Us, which, to be fair, wasn’t that long ago. Perhaps there wasn’t a chance to let your mind dull - it’s almost as sharp as your butterfly knife, “I figured that if, like,” You vaguely motion with your hands, “if I be, like, all over the place, and wearing something cute, he’d be, like, distracted? And less anxious? No...awkward silence?”
“First meetings are always awkward, it’s natural.” She chimes, “I mean, if you’re so nervous-”
“I’m not nervous!”
“-then just don’t overthink it. I know it’s easier said than done, but you’re you, and Corpse is Corpse, and he likes you for who you are, and even if it is a bit awkward, I’m sure it’ll, like, blow over in a second. It really doesn’t matter how you look, Y/n.” She grins, “Plus, it’s not like you’re greeting him in your underwear or something.”
You will not admit that that was your plan B, not when you just landed in her good graces. You nod, “...I’ll go change.”
And so you do. Pick out your cutest hoodie and some sweatpants. Put away your jingle jangle shoes with a broken heart, instead of them donning your fluffiest socks; slip off some rings because they keep falling off of your fingers. It’s almost like all of those transformation scenes in rom-coms that are still popular for some reason, except you’re hot before and after, so there’s really no transformation at all.
Now you wait. Just wait, all other activities are excluded from this. Rae comes back to find you sitting on the edge of your bed, back straight, hands neatly folded on your lap. She compares you to a Sim’s character and you allow her. After mercilessly mocking you and snapping a few pictures - for blackmail, you assume - she helpfully informs that she is leaving because she doesn’t want to get in the way, but your psychic abilities which you acquired just now tell you that she simply doesn’t want to witness this train wreck. Not that it’ll be a train wreck, it would be if you were nervous, but you aren’t.
You just aren’t. You fidget with the rings adoring your hand; toy with the hem of your hoodie; bounce your leg up and down. It’s just caffeine, okay?! Fuck this, Twitter time.
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[ADDING A MUSICAL INTERMISSION, LISTEN TO THIS IF YOU WANT (I WROTE THIS CHAPTER WITH IT IN MIND)]
The waiting commences, only now it somehow feels more intense. The sun is setting, and you really want to be one of those cute girls that fill their camera roll with pictures of the sunset and the roseate sky, but your hands are trembling and holding up your phone feels like too much of a hassle. You’d rather just sit there, alone in the apartment, in the pin-drop silence, extremely uncomfy and tense, as if waiting for the end of the world.
A notification sounds off and your life flashes before your eyes. Hastily, you check it, a sticky mixture of delight and something else, something unpleasant constricting, making your stomach churn. He’s here. Holy shit, it’s happening. You order your anime plushies to stop fucking panicking, they’re like, totally embarrassing you at the moment! You wonder if they have their own little group chat, but instead of Totally Spies it’s called Total Embarrassment. Yikes, okay, that was harsh. After a good scolding, and a heartfelt apology for getting so heated, you smooth down the non-existent wrinkles on your modest outfit, and quickly waddle over to the electronic apartment thingie something something... you unlock the main door, okay!? This is for some reason feeling very not cash money, so you break out in a little dance number.
The doorbell does not sing that shrill, unpleasant tune; rather, there’s a soft knock on the apartment’s door, and you pause your shuffling, your renegade, and perk up at the imposing future hidden behind a slab of wood. Your heart beats a melody all on it’s own, and it’s loud, uncoordinated, like a musician that’s still familiarizing themselves with their instrument. And there’s that knock again, as uncertain as you’re feeling, and your clammy fingers latch onto the lock and turn it and now there is no more hiding - such a possibility is no longer an option; no more sporadic dances or sitting in disheartening silence and letting your thoughts weight you down.
You’re not quite sure what you were thinking about before you saw him in the threshold, head tilted slightly, fluffy dark hair obscuring the bags under his eyes, hunched, one ringed hand clutching onto the strap of his duffel bag, the other frozen mid-air, ready to knock one more time lest you didn’t hear him the first two. No, truly, you can’t, for the life of you, remember what all the fuss was about.
“...Oh.” It’s a soft sound, so quiet, but not surprised, rather...relieved. Faint shimmers of a smile reach you, hidden behind a black face mask - the panini chic! You must stan a respectful king - but there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes you question it’s sincerity. He fails to return your gaze, rather choosing to stare somewhere over your shoulder. His eyes seem unfocused. Apprehensive. A wild thought occurs to you that he expected you to trick him somehow, and wild thoughts invade the land of your mind often, but never in such a way. You clutch the handle just a bit tighter.
His hand retreats to his side, up to his mask and you think he’s about to unhook it but he stills, and there’s panic there, as if he had been moving unconsciously, as if he hadn’t realized what he’s doing. He plays it off by idly scratching his cheek, muttering an equally quiet, “Hi.” to fill the silence.
Finally, your WikiHow knowledge can come in handy, along with your common sense, “Hey, pretty boy.” You mutter, pulling away from the door, “Make yourself at home!” You slide to the kitchen, your socks acting not unlike ice-skates cutting through the Arctic frost covered ground. You hope that with you occupied and not watching him as closely he’ll feel slightly more at ease.
You’d like to hug him. Kiss him, definitely. But if he’s so uncomfortable that he can’t bring himself to shed his mask in your presence, then there’s really nothing you can do.
You hear the door shut and lock behind you as you pull out two glasses from the cupboard, humming a song you can’t quite recall the name of. You ask him if he’d like something to drink - it was a short flight, yet a flight still, and planes always make you thirsty, and there you go talking his ear off. You end abruptly, but smoothly, like a true diplomat; if he notices, you have no way of knowing - he doesn’t provide even a hint. He’s hard to read, and literature was never your best subject. But you’re trying.
He sets his duffel bag down on a nearby chair, “I, uhhh,” His voice is raspy and low, another indication of a pathetic lack of sleep, “I...got you something, uhh, I dunno-dunno if I should...give it now, or?” He sends you a questioning glance, but it doesn’t linger. Your offer of drinks is momentarily forgotten, though you hardly mind.
You grin, “Sure! I love gifts, gimmie gimmie.” You make grabby hands, and he snorts, and it would’ve sounded endearing if he didn’t sound so fucking tired. He unzips the bag, and you pad your way to him, mindful of personal space (something you, in most social situations, chose to pretend does not exist). You note his hands quivering lightly, just like yours had in the agonizing wait, but he hides it well. You wish you could hold them. You’re afraid to try.
He pulls out a black hoodie and you recognize the custom art on it instantly - it’s his merch. He presents it in awkward flourish, murmuring a “Tadaaaa” under his breath; your heart skips a pleasant beat, and you have to bite down on your lower lip lest you smile appears too big. The fabric is soft under your fingers, and you accept his gift with a dramatic bow, and he turns his head away with another little laugh. You’re chipping away at the ice around him; it’s a slow process, but it’s worth the effort.
Truly, your own hoodie is shabby in comparison - icky, how could you have ever worn such a thing in the first place?! You’ll have to do extensive research in fashion magazines and Printerest so such a slip-up may never happen again. You discard it hastily and put his on instead; it smells like washing detergent with hints of cologne, one you instantly pin point belonging to him, “It’s, uhhh, it’s mine? I hope you, uhh, I didn’t have any spare ones, so-I hope you don’t...mind.”
He’s finally looking at you, but he’s still tense, still hesitant, and you shake your head softly, “No,” You admit, “I like it even more now.” You pull on the hood, toy with the strings and yank them quickly; your face is concealed, save for your nose, “Comfy.” Your commentary is unmatched, best of it’s kind - eloquent and effortless, much like yourself.
Another small laugh reaches your ears, and it sounds a bit livelier than the others had been. Success!
“Stop that.” He says gently, and you see moving shadows; his hands loosen the strings and your face is revealed to him once again. He’s close now, and he doesn’t move away; his hands come to rest on your shoulders, warm even through layers of fabric, “I came all this way to see you, don’t hide your face from me.”
Your eyes narrow playfully, your finger rapidly tapping away on his clothed cheek, “What’s all this then? Hm? Hm?” Instead of swatting your hand away, which you figured he’d do, he complies and finally tugs that fucking mask off. Your breath catches in the back of your throat and you halt your ministrations - truly, seeing him smiling on screen is nothing compared to him smiling in person. You can’t quite contain yourself any longer - your excitement might burst out in another dance number otherwise - as you throw your arms over his shoulders and pull him flush against you. He’s quick to return the embrace. Maybe it was all the encouragement he needed.
“Wow,” He mumbles, only slightly offended, “so I finally show my face to you, in person, and you just-...you just look away?”
“I’m hugging you, dumbass.”
“...Touche.”
Things fall into place after that, like a dozen puzzle pieces fitting together. He won’t let you go - he doesn’t want to. You put on some music, something easy and indie and that doesn’t require too much effort to listen to, as the two of you contemplate what to eat. Cooking by yourselves was dismissed due to the unstable relationship between yourself and cooking utensils. The stove and you had had a falling out recently, but this feud had started long ago, back in pre-school, with only short intervals of friendship. He listened to your extensive explanation absolutely enraptured and only moderately confused.
So you settled on ordering pizza from Domino’s. You have no trouble calling or receiving phone calls, because you have no trouble doing anything, and he admitted that he only really calls you because he gets too anxious to do more, so you’re tasked with ordering the food. You accept this mission with pride.
You stand tall, gazing out the window into the wild California domain: massive buildings and towering eucalyptus trees, bleeding skyline and the sun slowly getting swallowed up by the ocean. Corpse looms behind you, with his arms snaked around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder, looking at you through the corner of his eye. You wait patiently for the underpaid, overworked staff member to pick up, and once they do, you have the audacity to grin brightly and chirp, “Hi! I want pizza.”
Conversations flow smoothly, and you make hot chocolate - because you are hot and you crave chocolate - and he insists he wants one too, because you want one, and you don’t hesitate to overflow his cup with whipped cream and an ungodly amount of miniature marshmallows. A premature heart attack, just for him. Whoever said romance is dead has clearly never met you. When the doorbell chimes, you’re astounded that an hour flew by so quickly.
After the delicious meal, the movie night must commence. So what if you watched 10 Things I hate About You yesterday, you insist that you have already forgotten the plot. You lead him to your room and he tries not to stare, but can’t help himself. Pretty boy in a pretty girl’s room. His eyes linger on the massive posters of Chrollo on your walls, and you sense his displeasure rolling off of him in waves.
“What?” You huff, fluffing the pillows, “You don’t like my husband?”
He jabs his finger into his chest, into the spot of his heart, “I’m your husband.”
“Side hoe, then-”
“-No.”
You didn’t lie when you said you love to cuddle, or that you’re clingy. It’s a good thing he’s just as clingy as you are, because when he lays down and you latch onto his side. He doesn’t complain, rather wraps his arm around pulls you close. His thumb draws lazy circles on your side; with your head resting on his chest, you feel each rhythmical rise and drop.
The opening credits play on the projector, the room dark enough for your pile of plushies to look like a whole fucking human just standing in the corner. A ghost! Sucks for it, you’re not scared. You feel safe. Protected. So comfortable in Corpse’s hold that you’re honestly wondering how did you manage to be so long without him. To think all of this started when Sykkuno followed you on Twitter. What a lucky accident.
“Can I ask you something?” Your voice cuts through the bopping 90s soundtrack and Julia Stiles’ voice. He hums. You take it as a yes. Tilting your head upwards, you find his eyes again, a thorn of displeasure picking you as you note that that apprehension you had seen previously is still very much there, “...You really wouldn’t date me if I was a worm?”
His chest rumbles with a laugh and his lips split into a grin, “I would.” He presses your side for emphasis, “I really would.” He repeats, reassuringly. You, however, are not convinced.
“But I’d be a worm.”
“I know. We’d... roll around in the dirt together, or something.”
“But you’d be human.”
He frowns softly, “Why couldn’t I be a worm, too?”
“Those are the rules.”
“What kind of shitty fucking rules are those?”
“I dunno, it’s like the Thanos snap or something. I just turn into a worm. I’m the only one.”
“That’s fine.” He smiles, “I’d take you out on a fishing date or something.”
Shocked, offended, and heartbroken, you hit his chest and pointedly turn away with a pout, which he finds very funny for some reason, but you fail to see the humor anywhere except the movie. Despite the fact that he’d sacrifice you for a fish, you smile shyly and close your eyes. He did say you would take a nap together, and if he really thought you’d stay awake for movie night, well, then he’s just an idiot. You had decided you would fall asleep as soon as he was next to you. It’s a miracle you managed to stay awake for so long.
“...Sleeping already?” You don’t appreciate his teasing tone.
“’m not sleeping...” You murmur, “’m resting my eyes.”
“Sure.”
You’re not quite certain (of anything, really) how much time drifts by, but you’re nearly lost in unconsciousness, in the warm, nice feeling that comes along with him like a cloud. Perhaps he thinks you’re asleep, he has to, else he wouldn’t say anything at all, “You’re stuck with me now, you know.” It’s such a soft admission, riddled with the same notes of anxiety that always prevail in his speech; with the same hopeful sincerity he had been gazing at you the whole evening.
Moving your lips is such a hassle, but you manage, “’m...stuck...” You mumble, “’m...stuck...what are you doing step-”
“No!” He laughs, and your lips quirk into a lazy smile, “No, no, no. Just no. Do you talk in your sleep?” You fake snore at that, loudly, “You’re like a little dragon.”
“...Fuck you.”
“Fine, a kitten, then.” That’s better. You feel something chapped, but soft, press onto your forehead, “Goodnight, Y/n.”
God, you’re so fucking happy. Does he know how happy you are? How happy he makes you? But you’re too tired for screaming and flailing around, too tired to even crack an eye open. You want him to know all the same, “...like you.” You whisper, but you don’t know if he hears you over the movie, “...I like you.”
His reply is instant, breathless, “I like you too.”
Good, you want to say, and maybe you do - can’t tell anymore. Sleep takes you too quickly.
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heyoo, do you take reqs ? if u do can i have Draco smut where he sees fem reader in white lingerie ( sorry I’ve been imagining white lingerie 😮💨🖐🏼 ) and rails her against the wall and on the bed ? If you’re comfortable of course and have a nice day babe
Lingerie.
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a/n : hii bae thank you for requesting! pls draco would totally go crazy if he saw his girl in lingerie😼 and have a nice day too! <3
draco had been busy these past few days, he always had his work under his nose and he didnt even realize that he hadnt paid any attention to his girlfriend.
y/n was sexually frustrated more than ever, everytime she threw herself on draco he would turn her down saying that he needed to work.
so she has this wild idea that she knew he will not be able to resist. she was ready to show him what he’s been missing.
she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, smirking as she picking out draco’s favorite, her white lingerie. she put it on and spin around to admire her body. she quickly put on the robe and made her way to draco’s work room.
like she predicted, when she opened the door she saw his boyfriend already burying his nose on those papers not even bothering to glance at her direction.
“hey dray, still working?” y/n said as she put her arms around his shoulder from behind, resting her chin on his head.
draco just hummed at her still writing something on his paper, y/n huffed can’t believe he preferred the work than her, she stands beside him and take a seat on his lap, her arm still wrapped around his shoulder.
“baby, you need to relax..” y/n said seductively turning his jaw to her and running her thumb on his bottom lip tugging it down and slipping the tip of her thumb into his mouth on purpose.
“not now love, i still have some work” draco was trying his best not to ripped off her robe and fucked her already on his desk.
“but when?” y/n untie her robe finally showing him her white lingerie making him gulped, she takes his hand in his and brought it to her lips sucking on his pointer finger then bringing it down to her clothed breast.
“i know you wanted this, you needed this dray” draco squeezed her breast in his hand rubbing his fingers on her nipple through the fabric, the transparent material was teasing his eyes.
“oh fuck this.” he put his hand on her throat to standing her up and pushed her against the wall, y/n let her robe land on the floor.
“my needy little slut.” draco pulls her for a rough kiss pressing their bodies closer, he kissed her hungrily, his hands groping around her body.
y/n wrapped her hands on his back, hooking one of her legs around his waist and starts to grinding on him causing him to throw his head back in pleasure getting harder because of her grinding.
“please draco, use me..” she unbuckled his trousers eagerly, getting excited for what she’d been craving for. she rubbed his tent through his boxers which earned her a soft moan from her boyfriend.
draco hissed when his semi hard slapped up to his stomach, the cold air hitting his cock making him bites his lip. y/n was about to take off her panties but draco’s hand quickly yanked her hand away.
“wanna fuck you with it” y/n nodded as he pushed her panties aside and rubbing her clit with his fingers.
“we can do foreplay another time draco just fuck me please..” draco raised his eyebrows at her but made no protests, he spits on his cock and rubbing it on her cunt lubricating her making her gasped and tighten her hold on his back.
draco slowly pushing his cock into her, stretching her out in one snap, filling her inside. profanities left their mouths at the feeling of finally being connected.
“god.. yes, please fuck me until i cant walk dray” draco obeyed her and starts to pounding into her right away making the girl cried out feeling satisfied as he fulfill her needs.
the skin clapping and moaning sounds filling his room. the room starts to smell like sex.
“fucking hell i missed this.. never gonna forgiving myself for ignoring this tight needy pussy” draco had to hold one of his hands against the wall to support himself, he snapped harder and harder into her forcing his cock going deeper inside her, y/n let her tears of pleasure streaming down her face and dug her nails deeper on his back.
“yes please.. make up for it dray” draco groans speeding up his pace.
“oh i will, princess.” he thrusted deeper, pressing their bodies closer letting all of his length disappear into her, his balls slapping against her inner thigh. y/n let out a hitched moan when his tip brushed her cervix, pain but pleasure at the same time.
“shit- i’m cumming” y/n cried out as her orgasm ripping out through her body, coating his cock with her juices.
“fuck y/n-” draco came to a full stop as he shoots all his white liquids inside her, he ride out their high. some of their mixed cums dripping onto the floor.
“i’m not done yet with you, angel” draco said wrapping her legs on his waist and walking them out of his room to their bedroom. his cock still buried deep inside her as he walked them out.
draco throw her onto their bed with him on top of her without even pulling out as he stepped into their room, he groaned when he feels he was getting hard again inside of her.
“fuck babygirl this feel so good.. just what i need” y/n gripped on the sheets underneath her, feeling draco was tearing her apart into pieces but she loved the feeling at the same time.
draco sneaked his hand behind her unclasping her bra making her breasts full out on display for him, he slapped her breasts that were jiggling in front of him making y/n writhed at the sting.
he turned y/n around onto her stomach going on fours, he held her hands on her back with one of his hands, his other hand pushing her face down on the sheets making her screamed into the sheets. he gives her ass a few spanks marking it with his hand print without slowing down his thrust.
“fuck dray.. harder please..” he moved his hand and put it around her throat pulling her backwards pressing her back to his chest letting her head resting on his neck then he thrusted upwards into her, hard like she wanted.
“you’re my good little slut, dont you?” draco asked moving his hands to squeeze her breasts holding them from bouncing, his thrusts getting sloppier.
“y-yes draco..”
“then cum.” he then moves one of his hands down to circled her clit on eight figures, pinching it lightly forcing her orgasm.
“fuck.. draco!” y/n cums instantly on his cock, her walls pulsing and clenching, squeezing him tighter inside her triggering draco to cum any sooner.
“thats it baby take all of me..” he grips her hips tighter leaving bruises and he stopped his thrust and spilled his second cum in her, feeling her up to the brim. y/n moaned feeling so full. draco let her collapsed onto the bed while he stands up shakily to get the towel.
“are you okay?” y/n nodded, hissing when the towel hitting her sensitive clit.
“relax, love.” draco put the towel on the nightstand, he picks her up in bridal style bringing her to the bathroom to clean her up.
“i’m sorry i have been too occupied with all the works lately, i promise i will spend more time with you from now on.” he laid her in the warm tub before getting behind her massaging her back.
“its okay draco, i just miss you” y/n turns her head around to meet his face making him smile at her.
“i miss you too, my love” he replied, kissing her lips before letting the warm water relaxing their bodies.
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𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝑃𝑒𝑡 𝐺𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑡 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)
Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.
❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰
Loud and intense slurping sounds were the only thing heard besides your whimpers and moaning. You tried to move away from the face that was currently buried between your legs as you felt your 6th orgasm building up, but a firm hand placed itself on your stomach, holding you down to keep you from moving.
"Come on my little kitten, you know you want to cum one more time. Cum for me."
Hongjoong's skillful tongue laps up all of your juices, not letting a single drop go to waste. Coming up to lay on top of you, he kisses you tenderly, leftover arousal on his lips now being tasted by you. His fingers sweep your hair away, scratching at the back of your [insert color] ears and he chuckles when he feels you purring into his mouth.
"You feeling good kitten? You feel better?"
Although having him eat you out so many times was always a delight, you still felt like you needed more, your core starting to feel empty and needy. Looking up at him, your pupils dilated as your fingers brushed along the tent in his pants. Playing coy, Hongjoong tilted his head at you.
"What is it kitten? Do you want something from me?"
Hongjoong chuckled when he felt your claws began tearing at his jeans. Getting the hint, he began to take himself out, slapping his head on your clit.
"Don't worry kitten, master will fill you up."
❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪
Seonghwa let out a loud hiss when he felt your walls clench unbearably tight around him. His hand came down to caress the red prints he had left all over your ass, stroking them with utmost tenderness, before coming over to play with your little cotton tail, which briefly twitched when it felt his touch.
"You like that my little bunny?"
Your drawned out moan was an affirmative answer. Wanting to further tease you, he harshly tugged at your tail, sending you yelping into the pillow as you began cumming all over him.
"Oh fuck bunny! I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum inside you!" He cried out, his thrusts becoming more sporadic.
Your long ears began fretting uncontrollably when they heard his words.
"N-no master! You could get me pregnant! Humans can still-" Your sentence couldn't be finished as your body began getting heated once more.
Seonghwa's thrusts never stopped, in fact they got more desperate. Leaning over, he began kissing along your back.
"Really? I can breed you my little bunny?"
You nodded your head as you felt yourself cumming once again, nearly squirting when you heard his next words.
"Then let's knock you up. I wanna see you full of my babies."
❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸
Your fingers couldn't keep from fisting at your skirt, your eyes looking everywhere but at the tv in front of you, where a movie your loving master had put on for your weekly movie nights you often had. You hated this, you thought you could distract yourself and ignore the immense throbbing that started that morning, but it was becoming too much.
"Baby? Are you ok? What's wrong pup?"
Yunho's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and until then you realized you had been unconsciously rutting yourself on his thigh, your cheeks burning red with embarrassment. But Yunho didn't seem to mind as he began kissing your shoulders, hands sliding up under your shirt to knead at your exposed breasts.
"It hurts doesn't it puppy?"
You nodded, melting into his touch and tilting your head so he could suck hickeys into your neck.
"Is this ok? Does this feel better?" He asked you as he pinched your nipples.
You whined loudly, loving your master's caresses, but wanting them places elsewhere.
"Yes but-but.." You were too scared to ask him.
"But what pup? Still hurts? Where do you need it?"
Humming softly, Yunho dropped one hands inside your skirt, pushing your panties to the side to slide a finger, then 2 inside of you. You cried out at the stretch his long fingers gave you, spreading your legs out more so he could add a 3rd one.
"Master will take the pain away for you pup."
❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰
Coming home to find you, his fox hybrid, in pain and furiously grinding yourself onto a pillow somehow didn't phase Yeosang. He knew that you were bound to start your first heat anytime soon. You on the other hand, didn't fully understand what was happening to your body.
"M-master, please help." You begged him, your eyes becoming brimmed with tears.
Gently, Yeosang calmed you down first before ushering you to lie your naked body down onto the bed. Petting your ears softly, he went to his closet to get out the box he had stashed away until this moment arrived. Coming back over to you, he took out a weird device you had never seen before, but it was pink, long and cylindrical in shape. Turning on a button, it began making a buzzing noise and Yeosang then lowered it down until it touched your throbbing clit.
"Oh! Oh my god." You squirmed as vibrations pulsated all over your body.
Yeosang's fingers went back to your ears, stroking them as he moved the device around your sensitive little nub.
"This is called a vibrator my dear. It will help you out at times like these."
Soon he moved the vibrator from your clit and slipped it inside you, sliding it in and out of you until you were a shaking mess and came for the first time in your life. Taking it out of you, Yeosang studied the glistening juices left from your orgasm.
"Of course, one day even this won't be enough for you..."
You blushed and let out a squeak when you saw him lick some of the cum off as he winked at you.
"But that's what my cock will be here for."
❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷
San's fingers yanked your hair from the pillow, not willing to let you muffle the screams pouring out of your mouth. You cried out even harder as he began landing hard slaps on your ass.
"Stop trying to hide now, acting like you weren't rutting yourself on Mingi's lap just 5 minutes ago like the little bitch in heat you are."
Tears came down your cheeks as your legs threatened to give out underneath you. You didn't want to make San mad, but your heat was unbearable and yes, you accidentally rutted yourself on his friend while he was cuddling you on his lap.
"I'm sorry master! My- can't control my heat!" You exclaimed.
San let out a pensive hum, his hips slowing down until they stopped and he pulled out of you, which made you whine harder at being denied to cum.
"You're right....you really can't control yourself when you're in heat. All you can think about is getting fucked over and over."
With a sadistic grin, he threw you over his shoulder and stormed out of the room and into the living room, where his other members had reddened faces at having heard what was going on, but now they looked in shock as San set you on the floor, displaying your naked form to them.
"Guys my little puppy hybrid is in heat and needs a little fucking. Correction....a lot of fucking." He emphasized the last part.
Using his foot, he made you open your legs so they could all look at your soaked hole which ached to be filled once more, stuffed to the brim with cum.
"Come on guys, I've seen you stare at my little bitch too many times. If you want to fuck her, now's your chance. "
❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲
You couldn't ask for a better caregiver than Mingi. You absolutely loved him and he absolutely adored you. He took great care of you and was always displaying his affection towards you. And he always made sure to satisfy your needs, especially when you went into heat. You always looked forward to those times because he was extra attentive and even romantic towards you.
"There you go my pretty little kitten. That's it. Just take it nice and slow."
Your head was thrown back, eyes closed as you lost yourself in the immense pleasure of grinding against his huge cock. Mingi's hands were holding onto your waist, guiding your movements so he could hit your sweet spot each time you sunk down on his length. The splashing sounds of the water in the bathtub you two were in were the only other sounds besides the moans coming out both of your mouths.
Mingi attached his mouth to your neck, sucking down on your wet skin, brushing away some of your dampened hair.
"You're so beautiful my pretty one, and you're doing so well taking my cock." You lived for his praises and sweet words.
"Thank you master. Thank you for making me feel-"
You were silenced when he suddenly pressed his lips against yours, his tongue running itself across your upper lip as he began bucking his hips harder into you.
"Shh. Hush kitten."
You melted and immediately came all over him, feeling overwhelmed with not only euphoria but with love as well.
"Don't thank me kitten. Master just wants to make sure you're taken care of properly."
❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰
Wooyoung hummed a soft tune to himself as he carefully flipped the pancakes he was currently cooking on the stove. It was early morning and he was wearing nothing but his sweatpants, hair a mess and in tangles from his previous night with you. He squealed when he suddenly felt a body press itself to his.
"Don't give me a heart attack so early in the morning." He scolded you, swatting the utensil on one of your fluffy ears.
Letting out a huff, you turned him to face you and he was kinda surprised to see you there naked. Just as he was about to ask, you pulled him in for a desperate kiss, fingers raking against his bare chest as you pulled him over to the table.
"God dammit Y/N, are you seriously this horny this early?" Although he complained, he still made no effort to push you off him nor stop your hand from palming his growing hard on.
"I'm still in heat! Please, I need you." You whimpered at him, taking one of his hands to cup and feel your dripping mound.
Growling, Wooyoung flipped you so you were laying on the table, his hands spreading your legs open. Pulling his sweatpants down, he surprised you when you saw he had gone commando that morning.
"What? I knew there would be no use in wearing underwear."
You gasped when he entered you promptly, immediately pounding his into you. He was going at it so hard you reached your hands up to grip onto his arms to steady yourself as you felt the first orgasm of the day washing over you.
"Fuck! You really are just a horny little bunny. Just wants to pounce on my cock and get fucked dumb."
You shook under him when he snaked a hand to wrap around your throat, making you go dizzy as you began chanting his name over and over again.
"I'll make sure to fuck you dumb my horny bunny."
❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸
Catching your ears poke out from the doorway, Jongho set his weights down and turned to look at you, who immediately hid.
"What's wrong my little vixen?" He celled out for you.
You nervously stuck your face out.
"No....nothing master. I'm sorry for disturbing you."
Just as you were about to run away, Jongho called out for you again.
"Wait! Babygirl come over here." He ordered you.
Seeing you walk in with your fingers tugging at your oversized sleeves, cheeks pink and ears down, Jongho could already guess what was going on. Cupping your chin, he tilted it up.
"Well then? What is it my little vixen?"
You wanted to cry from how embarrassed you were and for disturbing Jongho with your dirty needs when he was obviously busy.
"I'm sorry m-master ... I'll go-"
"Nonsense my darling. It's ok. I know you're still in heat so don't cry ok?"
Pecking your lips, he picked you up and walked over to the couch, sitting down and immediately stripping you out of your shorts and panties, which were drenched at this point. Jongho then gently placed you on one of his thighs just as he always did when you went into heat, his hands giving your ass cheeks a gentle squeeze.
"Ok. Go on my little vixen. Put on your little show for me, fuck yourself on my thigh as much as you want."
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Unfortunately I couldn’t help but think through a few ironic implications of Portia’s Reversed ending
Fic below the cut
[1.5k words, tw character dying, set in Portia’s Reversed ending so spoilers]
A decade or so after their story ended
Isha let their head fall back with a rattling, haggard sigh. They closed their eyes, letting the gentle rocking of the docked ship lull their heart into a calm pace. It was almost enough for them to forget their troubles if it wasn’t for the sharp aches in their hip or the sheer effort it took to take a breath.
They’d never been good at listening to their own discomfort. They’d lived with discomfort all the life they remembered, whether it be from minor inconveniences with their arm, or the ever-present fatigue since magic left their world. But now, their body screamed at them everything they’d been trying to ignore. Everything they’d kept from Portia.
A chipper, rhythmic knocking on the door took them out of their thoughts. Despite everything, Isha couldn’t help but smile.
“Welcome back,” they called.
The door swung open with no hesitation as their wife bound into the room. Her sunny smile lit up the room, emphasising the wrinkles around her mouth and eyes. A true smile, reserved for Isha and their children alone. She kicked off her worn boots, shutting the door behind her as she waltzed over to the bed.
“I’ve been missing you,” she teased, leaning in for a quick kiss. “We should be ready to undock soon. Jasna’s grown up to be a fine bosun. I swear, soon they’ll be rigging the boat with their hands tied behind their back just for the challenge. Right after we—”
Portia’s eyes locked onto their bedside table. A half-finished tankard of beer sat over an unfamiliar note filled edge-to-edge with scrawling ink. Her eyebrows tensed, frowning.
“Was Ilya here?”
“Yes, he just left,” Isha said. “He was sorry he couldn’t stay to see you, but he needed to get back to his partner before dark.”
“Did he at least squeeze in a ‘hello’ to his nieces and nephews?” she asked, her voice lightening to a dangerous cheer. Isha shook their head, looking back to the note.
“No…”
They needed to tell her.
He’d written everything she’d need to know but she didn’t deserve to hear it from Julian’s letter.
Portia stroked through their dull curls, pushing them away from their face before gently cupping their cheek.
“Are you feeling better from this morning?” she asked.
Isha took a short, weary breath.
“I’m not well, Portia,” they said softly. “I went outside for some fresh air this afternoon, when I ran into Julian and I had one of those attacks. He helped me back to see what was wrong and it’s getting worse.”
Hurt flickered across her expression before she slapped on a determined smile.
“But he told you how to treat it, right? That’s what the note is. I know we’re charted to sail down the Strait of Seals but if we don’t have what you need or the cold would be too much, we can change course,” she reassured, picking up a pace with no intention of stopping. “And look on the bright side! Now Ilya’s seen you, we might be able to get you back on your feet. You’ve been feeling low for a while now, think of all the places we can visit once you’re better. You can get back off the ship and travel inland. I’ve heard it’s really settled down in the north and I’d love it if we could visit Sun lake again—”
“There’s nothing to treat it,” Isha asserted, but Portia barrelled past.
“—And if we’re passing through Galbrada we can meet back up with Lavi. In his last letters, he was so excited about his travels—”
“I’m dying.”
Portia’s voice cut out.
The ship creaked and drummed with the distant movement of the crew above deck but to them, the quiet hung in the air like a dense fog.
“You’re not dying,” she insisted, the shine in her eyes fracturing. “You’re not dying, you’ll be okay,” she repeated. “I’m the Ambassador of Vesuvia! Along with Prakra, we’re one of the most powerful cities in the land and I have ships in every port in the five seas, loaded with imports. Ilya just must not know what we have access to. Even if—if you’re as ill as he says, we can find a cure. He could look again o-or we could go to Nazali. I know they’re older now, but they’ve trained so many medics, and if that doesn’t work, I know the leader of Urdangabil. They’re one of the leading pioneers of new medicine and if I look through my silvered book, I’m sure I can find something to get her to—”
“No.” Isha gripped Portia’s hand, staring deep into her eyes. Their gaze softened, their care hurting her more than any blade. “I’m dying, Portia
She frantically shook her head, her lip quivering.
“Don’t say that.”
“I’ve been dying ever since the magic left.”
“You’re not going to die! You’re going to be okay…”
“I was never going to live that long. It was borrowed time.”
“You told me you were okay!” Portia sobbed. There was nothing else she could say. She broke.
Pearly tears streamed down her cheeks and she collapsed into Isha’s embrace. She gripped their nightdress, holding onto them like a drowning woman to driftwood. Helpless sobs wracked through her body and Isha held onto their wife in return, gently rubbing her shoulder with their stump. It felt unfair. They were still so warm. Their heart beat the same reassuring patter as whenever Portia curled up against their chest. How could they… How…
But she knew how. She knew why and the thought only made her choking cries harsher.
“I’m sorry…” Isha said softly. “You deserved to know sooner… I wasn’t okay.”
Their chest grew wet from Portia’s tears and they only held her closer.
“It’s… gotten worse over the years,” they explained. “The first few were just this tiredness, but then my headaches came back. Tiredness became exhaustion. I felt… hollow. Like I was using myself up from the inside with every breath and step. It wasn’t until Julian saw me that I recognised it… You know me; I’m useless at asking for help.” They tried for a smile, even if Portia couldn’t see it. “I’m thankful every day I didn’t put that promise in my vows.”
Her crying hitched with a hysterical laugh before slamming her fist against their chest.
“STOP IT!” she yelled, her voice cracking. “J-Just stop it… Stop being s-so stupidly calm! How can y-you just—just accept this?! We’ve done so much… so much… All together. How could I have missed it? I have secrets on every city’s leader. I have ears and eyes everywhere. How—How didn’t even know my own spouse was d-dying!”
“I didn’t know,” Isha whispered, “and I didn’t tell you. It’s not your fault.”
“But it is! You know it is more than anyone. I was the one who chose to kill Aunt Tasya! I could have talked to her. I could have done anything to convince her, I could have…" She stilled under Isha’s arm. Tears dripped from her wide, unfocused eyes.
Moving like a stiff puppet, she fell out of their embrace.
“...The Arcana,” she whispered, the words barely leaving her lips. “I know Asra looked into it and found nothing… but that was just the first year. We have access to so much more… That’s it. I… I could try and call on them. On the other world. Even on—”
Portia jolted out of her daze with Isha’s iron clasp around her wrist and their amber eyes boring into her with a fire she hadn’t seen in years.
“You can’t,” they ordered. “Whatever happens, you can’t repeat Tasya’s mistakes. When we killed her, we accepted the consequences, and I don’t regret it. I can’t let you fall down that path. No matter what happens to me, you need to remember that. I’m not saying you can’t grieve, but you have to let me go.”
More tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks. Isha let go of her wrist, reach up to hold her face and brush them away with their thumb.
“You’ve done everything you can for me and more,” they said. “You’ve given me a goal, friends, a family. It means more than I could ever say, and I’m glad I’ve had this time with you, but it was always a half-filled hourglass.” They inhaled sharply, their chest suddenly feeling too empty until they breathed through the pain. Their eyes fell closed as they rested their forehead against Portia’s. “I’ve died once before. I don’t remember anything about the life I had before it, but as hard as it is, I know it’s different this time. I don’t want to die. I’m scared. I hate upsetting you. I want to see our children grow up and know the lives they’ll lead. But I’ve accepted it. I can’t ignore it or put it off.”
They pulled back with burning eyes and a tight throat.
“You’ve made my life worth more than I ever thought it could be. I love you, my light. Thank you for loving me.”
#the arcana#the arcana game#portia devorak#the arcana spoilers#portia x apprentice#isha the apprentice#fanfiction#art#tw character death#or discussions of death#a decade is both an entire lifetime and far too short
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"The Game"
Tom Holland x Reader
NSFW
Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.
Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...
"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.
Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."
Cherry Pie - Warrant
He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him.
You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing.
Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.
It was driving him completely insane.
Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...
One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his.
"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life.
And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…
Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.
"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.
His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.
You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.
"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though"
Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.
"Where the hell did it go?"
"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,
"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"
"Hey! Don't laugh at me"
"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs
You rolled your eyes,
"Be gentle with me, this is my first time"
The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing...
You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs.
It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…
"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment.
He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.
The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.
Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey.
"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…
"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"
"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else"
He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine.
"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"
"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.
"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine"
You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin.
He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.
"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste"
You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive.
How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating.
But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun.
He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.
"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl"
With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.
"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?"
You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in.
"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"
He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,
"Yes!"
"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…"
"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast.
"These pretty tits are mine…"
It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.
"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...
He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked.
"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy… feels too good"
You sobbed around his fingers.
"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.
"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge.
"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway.
"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…"
You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it.
"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"
His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.
"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK"
You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,
"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.
"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.
"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"
The end.
Buy me a coffee
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Can we get some follow up for that one involving Jaune breeding Nuts and Dolts. Maybe either Ruby’s turn or the Bees getting bred while the three already breed ladies watch.
Part 2 to @dam1994s original ask! This time its Ruby’s turn, also the reason I didn’t label the first as NTR.
“Ruby.”
This didn’t feel right, it hadn’t felt right for a while now, but now that he actually got the chance to take a look at Ruby’s face he felt torn up about it. “I’d let things get too far…”
“Y...yes…”
She couldn’t even look him in the eyes, staring lifelessly towards her sheets. Patting the sheets in front of him he called his young friend over, “Come here.” He’d have to fix this, “Sorry Penny, we’ll continue later if time allows it.” He’d have to take control of the situation, things had gotten far too out of hand.
“No problem, friend Jaune! Come Ruby it's your turn! Oh I can’t wait! I can’t wait till we’re both big and pregnant! Round bellies with wonderful life in them!”
Jaune rolled his eyes, but left a pleasant smile on his face, that was till he saw how demure Ruby was. The once adventurous team leader was disheartened, broken, just sad. He felt like he’d kicked a puppy, though maybe it was better to say Weiss had. Who was simply smiling at him, to which he shook his head in disappointment. “Ruby, sit now.”
And like the broken puppy she was, she made her way over to him, slowly meandering forward until she was kneeling a foot away. “Look at me.” When she didn’t respond, he simply grasped the bottom of her chin, lifting it slightly so she could shift her gaze to match his. “Ruby.”
“I’m ready…”
He could tell how unready she was, the dark bags under her eyes from crying or with how red her sclera was. She wasn’t doing well at all. “Ruby, you’re not, and you’re not okay.” He took a deep breath as he brought his right hand to her cheek, gently sliding his thumb beneath her eye and clearing the falling tear. “Ruby, if you didn’t want this, you should have said no.”
It took her a moment to start speaking, her lip trembling as she did. “But… but… I would have… everyone would have been disappointed in me.”
“I would not have!”
Penny spoke up, dancing over next to them, thick droplets of semen dripping from her pussy as she landed next to Ruby.
“I wouldn’t have either.”
It looked as if Ruby wanted to say something, but Jaune spoke before her. “She really wouldn’t have. Weiss is just a…” He turned towards his wife, who simply smiled at him, like the princess she knew she was. “A sadist, a very hardcore sadist.”
“You know it~”
“But… she said… and…”
“Ruby, if you didn’t want you or I to get pregnant you should have said something!”
“But…”
“Ruby, it's okay. We can stop here, I...” He scratched the back of his head as an uncomfortable silence followed. “I’m sorry Ruby. You shouldn’t be. I should have noticed you weren’t feeling great.”
“I should have more so.” Penny once again chimed in.
“I just… I want Penny to be happy… but watching her being taken by you… and seeing her face… she was…”
“Oh Ruby! I’m sorry! It was just my first experience with a cock and… and it FELT REALLY Good.”
“Penny not helping.”
“And Weiss was saying…”
“Sorry Ruby, I tend to get REALLY into it when Jaune starts to fuck other women. I do care for you… but it's really hot.”
Again he rolled his eyes at his wife. “And… I don’t think you’d want to have sex with me.”
“Wait no I-”
“HAH! Jaune not wanting to have sex with you?! Are you serious!?”
His face started to flash hot as a sudden realization began to dawn on him. “Weiss, you better not.”
However, that didn’t stop his wife. “Ruby! He’s had a HUGE crush on you for as long as you knew each other! Did you think he just had a thing for Pyrrha and me? Ohohohohoho!”
“What?”
Jaune felt his face flash really hot. “Weiss, that's enough.”
He tried to sound as threatening as he could, but Weiss was having none of it, instead she simply smirked and nodded, “Okay~” He didn’t like the way she said that. Either way this was a moment for Ruby, not for his wife, he’d get to dealing with her later… he hoped.
“Right, well… Ruby I think you’re insanely attractive, I actually thought I’d be having sex with you first.” He couldn’t help but scratch the back of his head as Ruby turned her attention back to him, her eyes widening at the sudden realization.
Gone were her previous fears, the strange sensation she felt in her belly from watching her wife being bred by a man… by her best friend, instead a new strange flitty feeling filled her. She felt a little woozy as she began to finally take in Jaune’s form for the first time. She’d known he’d gotten rather muscular back during their adventures but… looking at him now well… she liked what she saw. And when her eyes fell a little lower? She found she REALLY liked what she saw. So much so she had to fight back the urge that pulled her towards reaching out and stroking it, all on her own.
“Jaune?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you… can you go slow?”
Then he smiled at her, and this time, instead of the rotten feeling that had overwhelmed her earlier, she felt a genuine sense of warmth fill her.
“Of course Crater Face.”
“Hah, thanks Vomit Boy.”
She allowed his fingers to run through her body, gently coasting down her back and curling at the soft swells of her rear. A small shudder ran through her spine, and a soft gasp escaped through her lips. A sudden lightness filled her as he drew close, the edge of his p...dick pressed against her already moist sex. “You sure you want this?”
“Ye...yes please.”
“Alright.”
Her lower body tensed as the sharp pain struck from her crotch, her tight slit began to unfold before the firm strength of his shaft pressing further inside of her. “O...Oww…”
“I can stop.”
“N...no keep going…”
She did her best to ignore the cheers coming from the side, Penny obviously fully in the mood. Or the snide smile coming from Weiss as she watched her ‘man’ have his way with another woman. She knew her friend meant well… but she wasn’t going to concentrate on her wife or Weiss at the moment.
She wanted to concentrate on the fullness running through her. Through his hands gently running against the back of her head, stroking through her dark locks. She wanted to concentrate on the sudden bulge in her belly that slowly rose to the top of her stomach and the new sensation of the tip pushing against her cervix. She felt fuller than she’d ever felt, her body, finally easing into a pleasurable sensation. “Oooph~ Okay, I think… I think I’m good.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
She nodded back to Jaune, who pressed forward, his body suddenly towering on top of her. Her body began to sink into her mattress as he applied all his weight down upon her. Her legs pulled back as he shifted his thighs to pry them forward. She… she’d looked it up before, but she realized this was a mating press. “Sorry Rubes, I may get a little crazy but I re-”
“He wants to breed you so badly Ruby~ He wouldn’t shut up about it all the way here.”
“Weiss!” He hissed at his wife.
A fiery blush kissed Ruby’s cheeks as she realized both Weiss and Penny were now surrounding her. “Nope~ I’m going to tell her all about it… besides, it's not like you can do anything, you’re cocks all nice and warm inside her tight little cunt, you probably don’t want to pull out huh?”
She looked back upon him, her silver eyes scanning his suddenly reddening chest. She felt a mighty feed of satisfaction fill her as he simply began to gyrate his hips, grinding their crotches together as he buried his cock deep inside of her tight little hole. Her pussy tingled, the brustling of his pubic hairs scritching at her entrance was doing funny things to her, and she really liked it.
“Did you know Ruby? That he used to have a crush on you at Beacon.”
“Wei-s.” She felt him try to pull out, her body wanting more of him instinctively reached out, her arms wrapping around the tall of his back, her legs tightly winding around his hips pulling him down. Besides… she kind of wanted to hear the story.
“Well~ You see, he would tell me about what he thought about you… especially when you wore those cute little pajamas, the ones that hugged your tush.”
“Wei-”
Weiss ignored him, “He’d tell me about how he used to imagine, pushing you down, taking you away, dragging you to some closet far away where Yang couldn’t get to you. To pull your clothes down, sliding his big ol cock into your cute little slit. How he wanted to breed that cute little pussy of yours, you REALLY turned him on, you know that?”
“Re...Really?”
“Ye...yes…” She could tell he tried not to admit it, but the twitch inside of her sent little happy feelings through her.
“Not… not Yang?”
“No…”
“Yep~ He wanted YOU, wanted to breed you, to pump you full of his seed. He’d tell me about how many times he just imagined putting a baby into lil old you back in Beacon.”
“Weis-”
“Tut tut tut~ Not done.”
She felt a low growl erupting from within Jaune, his chest vibrating as he suddenly pulled up and then THUMP she felt the air knock from her lungs as he rose up and slammed his massive cock inside of her. Her body suddenly aching for an all new reason as her insides were split apart, her womb shifting upwards against her stomach. She felt him pull back again as he prepared to lunge back in once more.
“You know~ He used to tell me, that when RNJR went out, you guys had food problems sometimes, and well you were a growing girl so-”
“Weiss stop!”
“He would sometimes cum in your soup, you needed protein after all… that of course didn’t stop even as we went on… sometimes I would help pump his cock, make sure you had all the energy a growing girl needed.”
She felt REALLY hot all of a sudden, all those tasty meals she had… that salty sweet flavor she used to love… it all made sense, and… and she tried to look back at Jaune, but then his chest pushed down on her, his hips reeled back and- THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP.
Like a wild beast he’d lost control, his hips now jackhammering into her. Any and all resistance proved futile against his powerful strikes, her rear bounced off the bed, as his heavy balls smashed right into her plump ass. Her cheeks turned a bright red as the heavy set orbs smashed into her with every lunging thrust.
Her insides churned, and her womb began to beg for more! A new experience began to overwhelm her. His arms tightly wrapped around her back, draping downwards as his fingers sunk into her fatty ass. She gasped again, biting into his musculature as he continued his relentless pace.
She couldn’t keep a hold of herself anymore, even more so when Weiss began talking again. “You remember how a few of your panties went missing?”
THUD
He slammed into her again forcing her further into her bed, his thrusts having enough force that she was afraid he’d break it! Or worse, break her at this rate!
“Well~ He has a collection at home, most of them were used of course.”
THUD THUD THUD
“AAAAH!”
She screamed out in pleasure, as he violated her insides, her cervix turning black and blue from the relentless beating he placed upon her. His nails started to carve into the soft round curves of her bottom, digging into her fleshy exterior as he tried to practically fuse the two of them together.
She wanted to cry out, a mixture of pleasured pain swirling inside of her. She wanted to say something, but her throat burned, his aura seeping into her body sending violent chills throughout. She received no warning as he pushed himself down, pressing ALL of his weight down on her small sleek figure. She couldn’t tell what was happening at first, her pussy numbed from the sheer force of their sexual escapades, but when her womb began to fill her ovaries hungrily drinking the new found liquid spreading within her. She knew he’d cum inside, that the reason he was clinging to her so tightly was to make sure that not. A . single. Drip. would. Spill. Out.
Her toes curled as SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT He unloaded gallons of spunk within her. Her body shook to its core as a powerful orgasm filled her, the new sensation of being filled, the womanly parts of her finally over joyed to have fulfilled their mission. She lost it. “AaaHhHahaha!” She held on, her fingers sinking into his back, clawing against the strong musculature, holding onto dear life all while her eyes rolled back, her tongue hung out and her everything started to collapse.
“Oh dear~ She couldn’t handle it…”
“Ah… dang… damn it Weiss why’d you have to say that.”
“Oh please! You WANTED to do that.”
Jaune rolled his eyes again at his wife, though he didn’t deny her claim.
“Sorry Penny, we may have to wait ti-”
“Breed her more!”
“But sh-”
“She’s stuck to you! Make sure she’s all nice and knocked up! Do it! Do it!”
Jaune felt a new found fear for the plucky Orangette… maybe there was something up with the color Orange.
“Fine.”
Well, he felt bad for Ruby, but he DID have a job to do. “I’ll go again.”
THUD THUD THUD
And so he refused to let up, even as Ruby hung tightly to him on nothing but instinct, her senses frayed and broken. He’d have to make sure she was nice and knocked up, after all an Arc always kept their promises.
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gonna be a weird request but--octopus boi childe fucking the reader with his tentacles and making them suck from another tentacle please
Anon there is no such thing as a weird request, just one no one has ever thought of yet. Anyways! just like the previous request, please apply the adage "If there's a hole, there's a way!" three tentacles in one hole might be too much but with the power of love and lust nothing is impossible!
Wrapped in Love
Summary: In the aftermath of Liyue, in the cold and merciless everwinter of the Tsaritsa, Tartaglia learns how to fuck you with his new appendages.
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There were few things in life that you regretted, most of it involving Tartaglia in one way or another, your infatuation of him was an open secret among the Fatui. Not even the Tsaritsa was above using it to tease you on occasions where a meeting just ran far too long for her liking. Right now on top of your list of regrets, directly above the time you had loudly mentioned that Tartaglia was the most desired bachelor within the social circle of Snezhnaya’s noble ladies due to his family man side, was the consequence of you showing your tentacle kink to Tartaglia that one time he had specifically requested your skills to unseal Osial.
The consequence being subjected to help him test out Dottore's insane projects. A rare moment of cooperation between the two considering the immense dislike that was present among the rest of the Harbingers and Tartaglia, with the exception of you. It had taken you less than a month to accept the fact that compared to the other Harbingers, your talents didn’t include scheming or fighting.
If anything your talent was your dogshit luck at getting along well with the other harbingers, a glorified messenger that knew how to fight well enough when necessary but had no innate skill for it in the same way as Tartaglia. You were better off giving them ideas, a human rubber duck to bounce off thoughts for the Tsaritsa.
Which led to your current situation, in Tartaglia’s bathtub, massaging his new appendages. Of all the situations you dreamt of why you’d end up sharing a bath with him, this wasn’t one of them. Sure his thick tentacles were soft and squishy but when he curled them up, you could feel the core muscles, his new appendages were strong and you had no doubt Tartaglia would have no problem strangling 8 people at the same time.
Which then led to your current horny thoughts praying to your Archon to have mercy and not let Tartaglia comment on your thoughts that was entertaining the idea of tentacle sex.
‘I bet this would feel good inside me’ You thought as you gently observed the suckers on Tartaglia’s tentacle, the one you knew was his detachable dick.
Tartaglia’s tentacle wriggled gently on your hand, alternating between feeling out the gaps of your fingers with its thick tip that barely fitted through, and leaving marks on your hand with its suckers. The tentacle was darkish blue in hue, turning violet when the light hits it at a certain angle, if asked you would not be able to identify what sort of octopus he was beyond a specie that was most likely a bottom dweller.
While you were busy sitting on the rest of Tartaglia’s wriggling tentacles in your swimsuit, Tartaglia lounged about on the other end of the tub, facing your back with a displeased look on his face. His face rested on the knuckle of his hand, turbulent thoughts apparent on his face.
Tartaglia worried about your obliviousness once you became absorbed in your task. He wondered how you could still observe his tentacle when another one was wriggling directly below your crotch. He was quite aware that if it went on for another minute, he could definitely slip it in. His stare on your ass, whose crack was slightly visible from the way you crouched, burned through you but you ignored it. Countless missions spent with Tartaglia had made you immune, slowly but surely, to his bouts of displeasure on some of your work ethic.
Being younger than him had the equally fortunate and unfortunate effect of him being almost caring towards you. You bore with it because 1. You liked him, and 2. Letting him do as he pleased was more energy efficient. Such actions of course led to him liking you a whole lot more compared to the other harbingers, which meant that more often than not you were sent along with him to distant lands, which meant you dealt with whatever fall out occurred from his penchant of following trouble.
Not that you mind, sure you weren’t the best fighter among your colleagues, nor were you the best schemer among them but you were certainly the best negotiator they had when it came to compensation. So it stood to reason that it was best that you were paired with Tartaglia most of the time, which was fortunate considering the events in Liyue. Economic relations had only taken a slight dive after the whole Osial fiasco, with Tartaglia almost duking it out with Signora once they were away from prying eyes.
Your assurance that you had evacuated the entirety of Liyue Harbor with the spare Fatui soldiers you had and the rest of the Millelith, was the only reason Tartaglia easily backed down.
The result was that Tartaglia had warmed up to you considerably, and was without a doubt considered you as his “friend” if it meant sparring sessions every day that went from fighting each other all out to him teaching you how to use every weapon he knew. And Tartaglia as a catalyst user was just a sight to behold as much as he was a dual blade wielder.
“How long are you planning to ignore me?” He asked as he pulled you close to his chest, tentacles wrapping around your waist and legs, slyly splitting your legs wide apart.
“I’m not?” You answered, confusion lacing your tone.
You reached for the tentacle that you were studying, “Can you pass the recorder to me? Dottore was demanding an oral report.”
“Didn’t he hate those?”
“Yes. But for some reason he wanted one...ugh I’m getting back at him for this” You complained as you made yourself comfortable on his chest, slouching slightly as Tartaglia cuddled you in the tub.
He hummed at the sight of you being completely relaxed around him despite his temporary state as a weird octopus thing. His tentacles were exploring your skin, the small scars that you got from moments of carelessness in exploration made some parts of your skin different. His arms played with your hair, absentmindedly kissing you every now and then on the back of your head as two of his tentacles stealthily slithered up your chest resting below the area of your chest.
He watched you for a moment as you fiddled with the recorder, figuring out how to use it.
“There we go~!” You muttered, pleased at your actions that you remained unaware of imminent realization of your lewd thoughts.
Tartaglia smiled fondly before it turned into a lascivious smirk as he simultaneously gripped your waist as his tentacles slipped into your hole and sucked.
“Hnn~!” You moaned in surprise, back-arching at the intrusion only to end up pushing it further inside, the tentacles near your chest immediately latched on your nipples, sucking it until you let out another moan, “Ah~!”
“Wha-” The thick tentacle inside your hole sucked on your wall, gelatinous hydro coating its thick tip until it felt like your hole was filled to the brim, “No! Ahn! Don’t twist inside-”
Your words were interrupted by the intrusion of a particularly thick tentacle in your mouth. “Mmmpff!!!”
Drool dripped down on the sides of your mouth as you felt the appendage roaming inside, thick and slick as it fucked your mouth. You wriggled your body, doing your best to break free from the tight hold of Tartaglia’s tentacles but only made it tighten its hold on your limbs and drove it deeper inside you.
“You feel really good,” Tartaglia praised, making you pleased for a moment which was enough for his appendage that was stimulating your insides to go further, “How many of my tentacles do you think you can take?”
His words sent you to a bout of panic, the lone appendage that was sucking on the walls of your hole, wriggling about and hitting your spot was already too much for you. You signaled to him that any more would break you but all it did was make his grin wider just as you felt the two tentacles on your nipples grope your chest and then twist your over-stimulated nipples.
You cummed just as you felt the hard thrust inside your wall, sending you to another orgasm that had your body bending from the pleasure only to turn limp once the high was done. Even as you laid on his chest with your tired body and hazy mind, Tartaglia’s tentacles didn’t stop moving, you felt and saw your legs spread wide, two tentacles holding you up until your ass was lifted. The soft prod of another tentacle on your asshole made you sit up in alarm but it was useless as you felt your asscheek being spread and then the cold intrusion of the tip.
“Mpff!” Your alarm turned into a moan, mouth opening wide for one of his slightly thinner tentacles to slip in.
“Look at you, wriggling in pleasure” Tartaglia said as he licked your neck, “Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you would rub your slutty crotch on my tentacle? Did you like the feeling of my suckers rubbing your slutty hole?”
You were helpless as his tentacles lifted your legs up, the soft prod to your hole was all the warning you got before another tentacle roughly pushed its way in. You cried out in pleasure, hole clamping down in reflex but it was all for naught as you saw your legs being spread wide in the air and then felt your hole being fucked again and again until you came once more.
“Nnn!” You moaned as you laid on Tartaglia’s chest, your hands reached the nearest tentacle and began sucking it with your mouth.
Tartaglia laughed in delight, “What a cute slut you are!”
His laughter rang in your ears as you felt your mouth being forced open, his tentacle slipped out, your saliva coating it and stretching until a thin strand was left connecting the tip of his tentacle to your tongue. And then he kissed you, passionately as he twisted your body to sit facing towards him.
His tentacles harshly slipped out of your abused hole, making you moan and cum once more. The water on the tub sloshed and spilled from the harsh and vigorous movements of Tartaglia. His hands held you by the waist, treating your hole like a fleshlight as he repeatedly slammed you to his tentacles, occasionally rubbing your crotch against his suckers until you found yourself doing it personally.
You held onto his shoulders as you repeatedly used his tentacles to seek out your own orgasm. Dottore’s recorder was already long forgotten as it continued recording on the wet tiles of the bathroom floor.
“Tartaglia!” You cried out his name, when you felt another tentacle thrust inside you as his teeth clamped on your nipples. You came loudly, your hole twitching as it clamped on the tentacles.
“Fuck!” He cursed before pushing you down the tub, the waters drastically reduced, and moved to cover your entire lower half. You felt his beak and then the familiar push of the head of his cock on your entrance.
His hands played with your chest as he easily plunged his cock inside you. Your moans was silenced with his kiss, and then he began moving. He fucked you ardently, like a starved man, it was an odd sensation for your lower half, his suckers leaving bruises while his cock repeatedly and easily fucked your hole.
The water turned murky with each orgasm the two of you had, Tartaglia’s back was filled with your scratches and the crescent marks of your nails from digging deep in his skin. Your neck was littered with bruises and bite marks from his mouth. The two of you fucked as if both of you had been doused with aphrodisiac, as if neither of you had sex in a long while.
And though it was farthest from the truth, Tartaglia wouldn’t deny that he had missed you terribly. The entire time on Liyue had been spent either preparing for taking the gnosis or fixing up trade relations, there wasn’t a single time he was able to spend a day with you without it being work related.
Not even his weekly challenges with the traveler were able to stave off his longing for you. So for him, this was the closest he had been to you for a long time. When both of your lust had been satiated, you laid on the now almost empty tub, simply basking in the afterglow as you gave him absentminded kisses on his chest.
“Oh shit!” You cursed as you frantically left his loving embrace and searched for the lost recorder.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, tentacles pulling you back to his side.
“Dottore’s fucking recorder! I’d like it if our sex life wouldn’t be part of the official record of Dottore’s whatever!” You answered, as you swatted a particularly lecherous tentacle that was rubbing your still sensitive hole.
Tartaglia helped you look for it, arms hugging you as his eyes searched about before he spotted it near the claw foot of the tub. His tentacle reached for it, bringing it to you like a prize, ignoring the blinking red light that was still recording.
“What prize do I get?” He asked as he kissed your cheek, squeezing you tighter in his arms.
You hummed as you fiddled with the recorder, stopping it and hoping in vain as you replayed it’s contents.
“AHN~! NO!--IT WON’T FIT AT ALL!”
As soon as you heard your dirty talk, you immediately stopped the playback. Imaginary tears falling down your eyes as you cursed your past self for always being swept up on Tartaglia’s charm and antics.
“Ah~ as expected of my beloved comrade~ even though you said it wouldn’t fit, in the end you had three tentacles inside you in one hole right?”
You blushed at his teasing, “With how big your cock is, it would be a wonder if three didn’t fit.”
“Ahahaha!” He laughed, pure and genuine, “Comrade! That isn’t a winning argument for you at all~”
“Who cares! Anyways, what kind of pet name is comrade!?!” You tried to steer the conversation away from your loss, “Change it! Or are you dating the Traveler on top of me?!”
Tartaglia’s eyes softened at your kitten-like jealousy. He smiled at you, soft and loving that had you melting from the inside. It was in moments like this that made you wonder what life would be like for the two of you outside the Fatui, a normal life free from politik and schemes and the ever-looming threat of Celestia’s wrath.
“Then what about супруг(spouse)?”
An unsaid question, for a future that may never come. You paused, heart beating fast as you thought hard and deeply, not weighing the pros and cons but thinking of the possibility that this might not end in happiness. That this promise might end up the first one he’d break.
“Are you sure?” You asked him, meeting his eyes head on, willing him to understand what he was asking.
Out of all the Harbingers he was the closest to death. The one most likely to die first. He was their Vanguard, a sacrifice, when push comes to shove he would have to lay down his life for the rest of you. It was a thought both of you knew, a reason why he wanted to become stronger and stronger because no matter how many times he claims that world domination was his goal, you knew that protecting the ones he held dear was also the reason why.
Tartaglia may long for a glorious death from a battle, but you knew that he also longed for a life outside the Fatui.
“Yes” He answered as he drew close to you, forehead touching with yours.
You kissed him, gently and lovingly, and for the first time filled with hope instead of resignation at the harsh future that would come. An unsaid answer for a future that both of you would fight for.
‘I will be with you always, from this day until not even death may part us.’
#tartaglia x reader#childe x reader#genshin impact childe x reader#genshin impact x reader#octo!tartaglia
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golden days
GOLDEN DAYS ; what it’s like dating Inarizaki’s golden boy
NOTE. kita shinsuke is amazing. he’s perfect. yeah, that’s it. i love him.
[THE FIRST MEETING.]
“I look forward to working with you!” You bow deep as a greeting, hands trembling as they wrap around the test packets. You’ve recently been appointed as the class assistant to help him balance his duties, whatnot being class president and captain of the volleyball team and whatnot. Kita Shinsuke is one of the most impressive students in your school without a doubt, and to be chosen as his assistant, the pressure is quite closing to choking you.
Gosh, you haven’t even ironed your vest down today.
With a grimace, you pat your skirt down in hopes to make yourself more presentable when he hums, silently taking the heavy stack of papers from you.
“I look forward to working with you as well,” his voice is smooth, cool, and gentle like going to a sunny beach on a cold day. It’s both chilling and warming at the same time, and you stare up at him with wide eyes. “Follow me. I’ll help you take this to the faculty room.”
“Oh, y-yes!”
You don’t miss the way he carries more packets compared to your load, but he doesn’t mind. Years of playing volleyball definitely gained him some strength in those muscles. Unable to help it, your lips tug upwards in a smile as you fall into step beside him, feeling weirdly giddy that he doesn’t seem to be that scary, after all. You both keep to yourselves all the way there, a comfortable silence stretching over.
Usually, you prefer noise filling in the gaps to avoid awkward moments, but with Kita, its appreciated, peaceful even. You welcome it wholeheartedly, that warm blossoming feeling erupting all over your chest even as you made it back to your classroom.
You fidget at the doorframe, wondering if you should say thank you or see you at the meeting after class, hands fiddled with one another while your eyebrows pinch together.
What can you say to Kita Shinsuke?
He beats you to it as he passes you by, his hands faintly grazing against the pads of your knuckles as he tries to fit himself through the door with your body blocking his way. “Thank you,” Kita nods politely, “I’ll talk to you later again in the meeting.”
“Y-yeah, sure,” you stammer, ignoring the loud beating of your heart. Could it just be you, or was there a spark of electricity when his skin came into contact with yours?
[THE FIRST STUDY SESSION.]
“Ugh,” you groan before falling onto the book right in front of you. Kita sits next to you, completely unbothered as he keeps studying his notes, his focus as unwavering as him. “Kita, I don’t understand a single thing.”
“Hmm, which part don’t you get?”
Your groan grows louder as you turn your head to the side, about to complain that proverbs just weren’t your thing, only to stop and flush heated. Kita’s leaned closer to you, unbothered by the lack of space or the fact that he’s close enough you could count his lashes, both bottom and top row. His eyes skim over the messy scrawls of your notebook, humming to himself before nodding.
“That one’s easy. I can teach you that,” Kita scoots closer, his pen spinning in his pretty fingers before he sees your quivering lips, cheek bitten inside your mouth. “What’s wrong?”
Of course he doesn’t know!
“Nothing at all!” you sit back up, spine straight and clearing your throat awkwardly. You make sure to keep your gaze averted from his the whole time, nails dug into your skirt as you pray to whoever diving being that he won’t get to hear the pumping of your heart in this proximity. “Oh yeah, I don’t understand this part. You get it though, don’t you?” That’s a rhetorical question – what exactly didn’t Kita know? – you can’t help yourself from asking just to hide your nervousness.
“Yes. It should be easy. Now, take a look at this passage…”
Although it’s your idea to join the volleyball captain the moment you saw him studying by himself in the library, you found to regret it afterwards. You couldn’t focus on a single thing at all, not when his fingers are so slender and pretty as they point to words blurring over the paper, his scent both calming and intoxicating.
You offer mindless nods every now and then, though his words enter one ear and out into the other. Minutes pass – maybe it’s even been an hour – you don’t really know.
Kita closes your books shut with a sigh, a sound he only makes when really tired. You panic and ready yourself to apologize for being such a burden when Kita closes his eyes, his chuckles soft and a little teasing as he shakes his head. “You didn’t understand a single thing, did you?”
Caught red handed.
There’s no point lying now that he’s easily seen through you, and your shoulders deflate, head ducked in embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I was just distracted.”
“I know,” although his voice is nonchalant as ever, Kita is hiding a smirk and blushing cheeks behind the palm of his hand. He reaches over to get another book, English this time around; a subject you’re better at than he is, as a silent way of saying now it’s your turn to teach him. “Next time, focus on the lesson instead of staring my face, yeah?”
[THE FIRST HAND HOLDING.]
Life has been so sweet and golden ever since you and Kita started dating.
It’s honestly still so hard to fathom that Kita actually likes you – likes you enough to date you! Steam is pouring out your ears and your lips won’t stop shaking as you fight back a smile, in complete disbelief that Kita is walking right beside you, handsome and sweet as ever as you guys go out on your first date. He’s been the one to ask you out but lets you choose where you want to go anyway, but being the flustered, nervous mess you are, you just blurt that a walk in the park is nice.
You snicker at yourself while the memory replays. Walk in the park? What are you two, dogs?
Just thinking about makes you turn your head to the side, chin planted on your shoulder as you grimace. Kita doesn’t seem too bothered, but then again, he’s always been hard to read.
You gasp a little when Kita suddenly holds your shoulders, blinking rapidly as he switches positions with you. His face is blank, nodding once upon seeing you’re on the other side of the sidewalk now while he’s closer to the road. It’s such a respectful, polite act that isn’t even romantic at all, but you can’t help but smile anyway, giggling to yourself while Kita shoves his hands down his pockets.
“Something funny?”
“Nope,” you say with the ‘p’ popping, “Nothing at all.”
He raises a brow in question, but doesn’t pry further. You’re swinging your arms side to side, perhaps a little too giddy that you’re with him until your hand is rendered motionless. Brows furrowing, your gaze lands on the sudden warmth spreading all over you.
Kita is holding your hand, his thumb gently forming circles over yours.
If you were feeling giddy before, your eyes are pumping heart eyes now. It dawns on you that your hands are shaking and embarrassingly sweaty, soft against his rough ones, and you try to pull away to rub the sweat onto your skirt. Kita doesn’t give you the chance and tugs you closer instead until your forehead knocks onto his shoulder, making the docile guy snicker.
“Something funny?” you taunt this time around, using your other hand to rub at your sore forehead. He’s a lot muscular and firmer than you thought, making you look like a soft marshmallow in comparison. You don’t hate it though – if anything, it just makes you happier.
Kita notices this written all over your face as he smiles, leaning close until he’s looking at you in eye-level. “Nope,” he repeats, “Nothing at all.”
[THE FIRST KISS.]
Your hands are gripping Kita’s jacket so hard you fear you’ll break it. His hands are gentle and tender as they grip your waist, his little sighs into your lips enough to break you. Your eyes are shut tight, warm lips above his moving cautiously as to not weird him out even though he’s the first one that leaned in.
In your nervousness, your knee beside his body slips farther to the side until you’re falling from his grasp. You gasp at the sliding sensation as you pull away from Kita, hands clutching his clothes while you fall.
Kita, fast and careful as ever, simply places a solid hand flat at your back, wasting no time to bring you back into his lips again. This time around, he’s no longer soft, dominant even as he places you firmly above his lap, hands strong and wrapped around your waist.
You moan when Kita slips his tongue in, tasting the strawberry lollipop you were sucking earlier, the sweetness of it earning you a low groan from him as a reward.
At this point, your heart is about to combust. His hands are everywhere, lips and tongue tasting every inch and spot of yours like he’s been dying to have a taste this whole time. Your confidence grows the longer and harder he kisses you, hands moving up to his shoulders then to his jaw, cupping his face to press your lips harder against his.
Kita smiles into the lip-locking, bending his head sideways to kiss you deeper, his large hand now lingering at the back of your head. Faster than you would like, Kita pulls away, his eyes hazy with something unreadable – something different than what you usually see from him.
His lips are red and moist, and you breathe harder at the thought that your usual composed boyfriend is tethering at the edges because of you.
It makes you wonder just what else you could do to fluster him and bring out more different sides of him, but as always, Kita is one step ahead of you, your recent thoughts an old and never-ending plan of his.
“I love you,” he blurts out, rendering you speechless one more time. When you groan in embarrassment and hide your face in his chest, Kita laughs, the sound a heart warming one as if he isn’t enjoying how fun it is to tease you. Nevertheless, he only tightens his hold around you, pushing you over the edge again and prompting your heart to do unhealthy back flips the moment he kisses the top of your head. “I love you.”
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𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎
𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 | 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲
𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - bisexual!hinata shouyou x gn!reader, hinata shouyou x miya atsumu
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - angst, break up
𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤 - hinata shouyou is trustworthy - with everything except for your heart
𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 - 2.4k words
𝘵𝘸 - slightly descriptive nsfw?, cheating (i'm sorry to be doing my children hinata and atsumu dirty this way but this got stuck in my head 😭), major angst, break-up, no happy ending, lots and lots of crying, lots and lots of reader's internal thoughts, atsumu is an asshole
𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 - this is the result of brainrot i had stuck in my head after reading chapter 18 of SabbyWrites' A Study in Depravity. HAIKYUU BOYS ARE NOT CHEATERS - I REPEAT, HAIKYUU BOYS ARE NOT CHEATERS. BISEXUAL PEOPLE ARE ALSO NOT CHEATERS. i just couldn't resist writing this lmao
also, i'm doing my best to make this a gender-neutral reader, but it might lean more towards AFAB/non-binary readers since i'm both ashelkgjkdlkjf male-identifying readers i'm sorry
thanks @meiansmistress, lou (LouEve_094 on ao3), lena, and emmy (Noisy_Emmy on ao3) for betaing! your feedback helped me a lot
𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙣𝙞 - there are some descriptive scenes of smut in here 👀 shoo, shoo
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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.
You know this.
It's the reason you met, after all.
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The summer you moved to Miyagi, following your father's dream of teaching in a little town similar to the one he lived in as a child, you were unhappy. Who could blame you, after all? You had a comfortable life back in Osaka, and unlike your father, you were a city dweller at heart. It was also the middle of your first year of high school—who wanted to transfer schools, let alone across prefectures, in the middle of a school year?
It was hot in Miyagi, and when the moving truck broke down on the side of the road, the entire family piled out and sat on the curb. Just your father (who you were still mad at), your mother, and you. That was what it had always been. Sure, you had friends, but somehow the friendships never got too deep. You were willing to bet that within a month, there would be no texts other than the occasional New Year's greeting or "happy birthday" from your so-called friends back in Osaka.
And don't even get you started on romantic relationships. It wasn't that you weren't attractive, or that you weren't easy to get along with—it was just that there was never anybody. Yes, you had liked people before, but nothing had ever come of it.
Your mother piped up, saving you from your dark thoughts about the state of your relationships with other people. "Y/n, love, can you go back down the hill again? I think we saw a konbini a bit that way, please buy some cool drinks." she says, depositing coins in your outstretched hand. Oh well, something to do, you supposed.
You strolled casually down the road, sweating buckets. When you pushed open the doors of the konbini—Sakanoshita Store, you noted, it definitely didn’t look like a konbini—opened, you basked in the cold air of the air conditioner for a bit. As you stood there, looking a bit dumb with your arms outstretched, you felt a weight barrel into you from behind.
With a bang, you fell forward, the weight landing on your back. "Ow!" you cried, rubbing your right wrist, which had unceremoniously made contact with the ground, pain shooting up the limb. You twisted around to glare at whatever had so unceremoniously bowled you over. You were met with the sight of wide, brown eyes and flushed cheeks. "Sorry!" the boy squeaked, getting off of you quickly. "So sorry!" You frowned and got up.
"Watch where you’re going, okay?" You were a few centimeters taller than him, you noted.
He started blabbering, talking about how he needed to get the first-aid kit because a "Stingyshima" had "accidentally" ran into "Bakageyama" and this "Bakageyama" now had a bleeding knee and that he was the fastest runner in their volleyball club (he was strangely emphatic about this point). By the time he was finished rambling, you were chuckling slightly. It was obvious that he hadn't meant anything by running into you, and it was actually kind of endearing how earnestly he was trying to explain himself.
You held up a hand, stopping him from continuing to ramble. "Y-you aren't mad, right?" he asked anxiously. You smiled and shook your head slightly. "It seems your team trusts you to help take care of your friend, so why don't you grab the first-aid kit and go help him?" You suggested gently.
He nodded quickly and darted behind the counter, grabbing a white box. As he jogged away, he seemed to remember something and turned around to holler at you. "My name's Hinata Shouyou! I'm a first year!" he introduced himself in a bright voice.
Just inside the konbini, a small smile slipped across your face.
Hinata Shouyou, huh. He seemed nice.
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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.
It's the reason you fell in love with him.
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The first day of school, you meet Hinata Shouyou again. And again. And again. He somehow seems to pop up everywhere you go—not that you're complaining, he's entertaining and nice—and soon, you think you can count yourself as his friend.
You go to his game against Aoba Johsai, then Shiratorizawa, then you're hugging him as he jumps up and down, celebrating their win. That’s the first time your heart jumps when you look at him, haloed by the lights of the gym.
Slowly, you feel yourself falling in love with him. Not just falling for him, no, because Hinata Shouyou will not let anyone do anything in halves, especially not falling in love. Shouyou, to you, (because by then you were on first-name basis) is someone you can rely on, someone that is always there, like the sun, trustworthy.
And because he is always there, it's also easy to confess to him in your second year. You know him well enough by now to know that even if he doesn't feel the same, nothing would change about your friendship except for the addition of unspoken words. And you think that he might love you back, if the lingering glances and brighter smiles are any indication.
Your guess is right, and by New Year's break, the two of you are a happy couple.
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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.
It's why you let him go, if only for a little bit.
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When Shouyou left for Brazil, you took a break from each other. To be honest, it was your idea.
It wasn't that you didn't think that you couldn't trust him ten thousand kilometers away—it was that you knew you would hold him back. He was going to Brazil to chase his dream, and having a tether to his hometown would only slow him down. It hurt, having to say goodbye at the airport, but somehow the two of you got through it.
You still talked—a little more than "just friends" should—but you were careful not to let him think that you were together.
Shouyou was meant for greater things, and back then, as an insecure, just-barely-adult going into medical school, you weren't sure if you fit into the picture.
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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.
It's the reason why you let him back in.
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When Shouyou returns from Brazil, the first person he visits is you. You, all the way out in Osaka, pushing yourself to your limits as you study for med school. When you open your door and see him standing there, smiling as bright as ever, you fall into his arms—both literally and metaphorically. It turns out, even two years later, you trust him to catch you.
It was all too natural for you and Shouyou to get back together, and by a stroke of luck, he joins the MSBY Black Jackals, right there in Osaka. You move in together, his slightly larger salary allowing the two of you to rent a bigger apartment.
Yes, it's hard work being in a relationship again, but you like having Shouyou to return to every night after your shift is over. You wake up early every morning to make the two of you breakfast and lunch, and Shouyou always has dinner waiting for you when you step back in the door, often also staying up so that you can talk.
You're content.
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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.
It's the reason why you think nothing of his closeness with his teammates.
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Shouyou has always been a people-magnet. Even back in high school, everyone loved him. Shouyou is bisexual. You know this. He’s always had more than enough love to give back, too, and his bisexuality had never impacted your relationship. Why should it, when you’re every bit as queer as him? Your relationship was strong, and you believed in it. That's why, at every team dinner that he takes you to, when someone else inevitably takes the seats next to him instead of you and you're relegated to a corner, you don't worry about it. Shouyou loves you, and it doesn't matter where you sit for a couple of hours.
Yes, Miya Atsumu is a bit aggressive whenever Shouyou compliments him, throwing a smirk over his shoulder at you triumphantly, but you chalk it to them being good friends and Miya-san wanting to get to know you better by having a little friendly competition, and that's okay.
Yes, Shouyou starts going out with his team more and more, but they're his team. He's supposed to be close with them.
Yes, you start to feel a little neglected, but it wasn't as if you were the most attentive back when you were still struggling through med school.
And anyways, Shouyou always makes time for the two of you on Saturdays, your designated date nights. You have trust in your relationship, in its rock-tight foundation built upon years of knowing each other.
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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.
It's why you believe his words.
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One Friday, after an especially busy shift at the hospital that got cut short for you when a coworker unexpectedly came in to fill in for you, you decide to head home early and get some rest, maybe cuddle with Shouyou while watching those romcoms you both enjoy.
You had told him that you'd be home late that night, and you hoped that you could surprise him with some dinner. So, you swung by his favorite yakitori place and ordered dinner, driving home as fast as you safely could.
As you open the door to your apartment, you hear the distinctive sounds of sex, skin slapping on skin, grunts and moans, high keens. You frown. Maybe Shouyou was watching porn? He sometimes liked to get himself ready (the two of you enjoyed the occasional pegging) before you got home. You drop the food on the kitchen table and put your jacket on the hook.
"Love, I'm home!" you call out softly. No response.
Frowning deeper now, you move towards the bedroom door. Just as you're about to open it, you hear something that stops you cold.
"A-ah, Atsumu!" It's distinctively Shouyou's voice, and suddenly, you can't move anymore.
Shouyou, who told you you could make it through med school.
Shouyou, who made you yakisoba and miso soup whenever you were stuck studying.
Shouyou, who whispered sweet nothings in your ear every morning as the two of you made breakfast.
Shouyou, who is currently in bed with Miya fucking Atsumu.
You want to get up, you want to slam open the door, you want to demand answers, but somehow, you can't get your legs to budge from the spot in the ground they've rooted themselves to.
Then,
"Who do you love, Sho?" Atsumu growls.
Your heart skips a beat.
No.
No.
You pray to all the gods you know that what's about to pass Shouyou's lips will miraculously stay trapped in his throat, but it seems like the gods don't feel kind today.
"Y-you, Atsumu, you!" you hear Shouyou cry.
Your heart shatters into a million little kaleidoscopic pieces. Tears start running down your face, hot, involuntary, painful, because they represent the six years of a beautiful relationship down the drain, because nothing will ever be the same, because Shouyou is cheating on you.
Finally, your legs decide to move again. It seems like someone else is controlling your body as you walk towards the door, opening it with a shaking hand.
Shouyou is pinned down by Miya-san on the bed, legs thrown over his shoulder, as he slams into him.
The door bangs against the wall.
Shouyou looks up, and when he sees you, his face floods with guilt.
You don't say anything. You just stand there, tears flooding down your face, betrayal evident in your expression.
"Y-y/n!" he says. "I-I- I swear, this isn't-" he begins.
You cut him off. "I don't want to hear it, Shouyou." you spit.
Miya-san chuckles. "Who are we kidding, this is exactly what they think it is. What, did you think that you would be enough to satisfy Sho? You, with your infinitely busy schedule? You, who has no clue about volleyball?" he says, cutting into you.
"Atsumu, stop!" Shouyou says, frantic. He can tell that he's going to lose you, but he's not going to go down without a fight. "Babe, I love you, please-" he says, getting out of Miya-san's embrace and moving towards you. You sidestep him, holding a duffel bag with a change of clothes.
You stand there, looking at the scene, chuckling darkly inside your head. Just a scorned lover, a man, and his side-piece. You take a deep breath.
"You know, Shouyou, if you fell in love with someone else, you should've just told me. I trust you to be honest. I'm leaving—because even though you might love me, you're in love with Miya-san." you said.
Shouyou looks stricken with guilt, but you know it's from lying, not because he loves you anymore. Your laugh is broken and rough on the ears. "You think I didn't hear you? Oh, Shouyou, I heard more than enough. Have a nice life, and I hope that you remember how you broke me. I hope it fucking haunts you to the day of your death," you hurl at him.
Because even though at that moment you're screaming at him, you know that you still love him, that you’ll always will love him, and that you will carry this scar for the rest of your life. And even though you love him enough to leave now, to let him be with the person he loves—you still have enough love for yourself to hope that he bears some of the weight of this horrible, messy end too.
And with that, you walk out the door.
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But you're wrong.
Hinata Shouyou might love Miya Atsumu, but he still loves you more.
Years later, looking back, he comprehends that he didn't just break you. As he stares at his empty apartment, devoid of a lover—because what you said was true, he still carries the guilt, the memory of your tear-stained face, the recollections of your golden time together that ruined any relationship he might have had before it started, the echo of your absolute trust in him,
—Hinata Shouyou realizes he ruined himself too.
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