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#Dick: *sniffles* they grow up so fast
azmaarts · 1 year
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Whatchu gonna do? Stab me? :D
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You: Why are there two different dates on this single comic?
Me: Hehe... Draw at 11:00PM on 11/2, then finish at 2:00AM on 11/3. :D
Edit: Eyo? 69 notes? *wiggles eyebrows intensively* :3
Edit: Oof and YAY! *Inserts megamind meme* No more 69? :/
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i am a strong believer in soft and sweet gojo. when he tries being mean during sex, the tears on your face and the muffled cries make him fold so fast. he’d stop so fast and lean down to hug you and whisper so many praises and apologies in your ear. oooooooh my god i have a gigantemasorous praise kink it’s so gross please i just wanna be called a good girl and be treated like a princess :(((
PRAISE KINK: SATORU GOJO
✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: he can't help but go soft when you look up at him through teary eyes. NSFW
contents: fem!reader. p –> v, creampie, praise kink (shocking), cockwarming, unprotected sex, dacryphilic themes, squirting, teeny tiny size kink. halfway through i changed the plot and this ended up way longer than i expected oops!
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"good girl, stay just like that f'me," satoru mumbles, white hair falling into his eyes as he looks down at you. his thrusts grow sloppier the closer he gets to cumming inside of you, and the cute way you look up at him through unfocused eyes just pushes him over the edge. "f-fuck, makin' me cum faster than a vi—"
satoru doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before his orgasm hits him, fast and hard, and his cum shoots out of him in a thick, hot load deep inside of your welcoming cunt. both your chests heave as satoru collapses on top of you, resting his body on his forearms and his forehead on yours. "heh, good job, princess," he exhales, closing his eyes and letting his lips curve into a smile.
"y'did so go— aw, wait, are you cryin'?" satoru breathes, eyes fixed on the messy tears that fall down your cheeks. he slows his relentless pace inside of you to a stop and lifts a hand to wipe away your tears, fingers light and gentle against your wet face. "c'mon, don't cry, baby, y're makin' me feel bad."
"s-sorry," you mumble, voice shaking just enough for satoru to notice. he tuts and kisses your cheek, lips lingering just underneath your eye.
"you did so good, pretty girl," satoru murmurs, lowering his body and lying down on top of you. his face is barely a couple centimeters away from yours, and as he lowers himself, you swear can feel his dick slide in all the way. "shhh, lemme take care of you," he coos when a soft moan slips out of your lips. "does it hurt?"
"a little," you whisper, looking up at satoru through wet eyes. he smiles tenderly back down at you, peppering kisses all over your warm face. his hips rest on top of yours, and every little shift of his body feels like an avalanche in yours—satoru's heavy, especially when you're already weak from an hour of sex in his sheets.
"you're so cute," satoru mumbles, lips touching the corner of your mouth. "n' so pretty, too..." his mouth finds yours and he kisses you slowly, hands involuntarily finding themselves all over you. satoru doesn't bother attempting to speak anymore as he just takes you and all your beauty in—to him, the whole world is less than nothing in this moment compared to you.
satoru lifts his head to let you breathe, a playful smile on his lips the longer he looks at you. "aw, princess, why're you still crying?" he tuts when another tear falls down your cheek. "was i that mean? m' sorry, baby, don't cry, please?"
"snf, it's not you," you sniffle, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. but the second one tear's gone, another trails down your face to replace it. "i.. i don't know why m' crying," you try to explain, but the way satoru tilts his head like a confused puppy shows that your efforts are futile.
"c'mere," he rolls over onto his back and pulls you on top of him, dick still lodged deep inside you. satoru's head falls back onto a plush, white pillow as he lifts one hand to caress the side of your face. "'m not gonna let you cum until you stop cryin', baby."
"why not?" you ask petulantly, thighs starting to tremble from how deep satoru is. even when he's not trying to drive you crazy, he still manages to with how little he's moving now. he already got to cum—in fact, most of his cum is still inside of you, held there by his unmoving dick.
"'cause i'm gonna think you hate me."
"i don't hate you."
"then stop crying."
"fine," you huff, a tiny smile starting to grow on your face.
satoru matches your smile with one of his own and he nods in approval. "aw, you're so pretty when you smile like that f'me," he coos, eyes rounding as if he's looking at the cutest thing in the world—which, to him, is you. "stay like that n' i'll let you cum, 'kay?"
he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and nudges you off of him and onto your back, switching positions with you. satoru pulls out of you, cock glistening with a mixture of your slick and his cum before he plunges back inside and fills the empty space inside of you.
"t-toru—" you mewl out, thighs unconsciously clenching together before satoru pushes them apart again.
"shhh, be a good girl and—fuck, jus' like that," he groans, feeling your cunt clench around him with every thrust. a breathy laugh slips out of satoru's lips, a welcome addition to the wet, pornographic sounds coming from the two of you. "shit, baby, you fuck me up in ways you can't even fuckin' imagine," satoru mumbles, too lost in your shiny, dumbed-down eyes to form coherent thoughts.
with every thrust, satoru sinks deeper and deeper into your welcoming cunt, cursing and moaning about how good you take him. you're not really sure how long it takes for the coil in your stomach to snap—maybe seconds, minutes, even years—but it comes all at once, hitting you with the force of a wave and any remaining self-control you have dissolves.
you babble satoru's name over and over again, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes as he talks you through it—in fact, you're practically getting off to the sound of his soft praises. "fuck, you're so cute, keep takin' me like the good girl i know you are," he groans, lips curled into a drunken smile. "gonna cum on me, baby? c'mon, use your words, i know y'can."
it's a miracle that he can keep running his mouth even as he gives you the best orgasm of your life—but somewhere in the hot fog that's your mind, you manage to gasp out a "yeah" amid satoru's increasingly sloppy thrusts. it feels like he's chasing his own pleasure more than yours, but you don't mind, because a moment later you're squirting all over his throbbing cock and holding onto him as if he's your lifeline.
"yeah, jus' like that, princess, you're so—" satoru cuts himself off with another laugh, chest heaving and eyes wild. he brushes his thumb underneath your swollen lips and wipes the little trail of drool. "fuck, what are you doing to me?" he mumbles, kissing you breathlessly, hardly caring whether or not either of you could breathe.
satoru watches as your eyes flutter shut and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. "heh, pretty girl, you did so good f'me," he whispers, a soft smile on his lips as he gazes down at you. "sleep well, you earned it..."
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voxsremotec0ck · 1 month
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𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞.ᐟ
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ᯤ Vox x Fem!Reader
ᯤ NSFW, cockwarming, dom!Vox, mean!Vox, spanking, claws, riding, overstim
wc - 1k
˗ˏˋ Vox has a long day of work ahead of him and he knows just the thing to make it bearable ˎˊ˗
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Today was going to be a long fucking day in his monitor room. He has to prepare next week’s broadcasts, look over blueprints for new products; basically anything you could think of Vox needed to do.
It also didn’t help that last night, Valentino went on another rampage, complaining about something Angeldust said to him at a club.
So to say the Tech Overlord was stressed and very much not looking forward to today was an understatement.
At least, he wasn’t until he got a brilliant idea.
And that brilliant idea of Vox’s is what led you here, straddling his lap completely naked with his cock buried inside of you.
You weren’t allowed to move, not until he finished all of his work. No, you were just meant to keep him company, keep him warm, and keep him entertained.
It was so hard to sit still with him, stuffing you full, tip just kissing your cervix. Especially when Vox would bring his hand to your back, gently running the tips of his claws along your spine and making your skin prickle with goosebumps.
You clung to his suit jacket to ground yourself. Your eyes were glued to the floor, watching his sharks swim around under the thick glass as a distraction. But the throbbing between your legs just got worse as time passed.
Just sitting here felt like torture.
All you wanted was for him to at least let you roll your hips, even slowly. Feel his hard dick move inside of you and drag across your sweet spot.
You didn’t even realize you had started moving until a loud smack filled the room, and your ass-cheek began to sting.
“W̵̦͌h̶̫̘̰͝ä̷̯̻́̐́t̶̰̼̋͌ did I tell you?” Vox’s smooth voice sounded like static, and you whimpered.
“Don’t move.”
“Correct, and what are going to do?”
You took a shaky breath and clung to him tighter, “Sit still.”
Game show noises rang condescendingly from the speakers in Vox’s monitor. “Good girl. I’m almost done, so if you can continue to be good for me, I’ll let you cum, okay?”
“Okay.” You nodded against his chest, the nickname making you clench around him.
The sounds of Vox glitching make you realize what you’re doing and relax. A hand comes down to smack your ass again, making you flinch, “D̷͉͇͊̀̎o̶̬̔̌l̷͉̇̒͛l̸͈͛͝-“
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry it’s-“
“I know, you love it when I call you that, don’t you?” Vox asks, his hands squeezing your ass and his claws just barely piercing your skin.
You nod, and He smacks your other cheek, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you making you moan, “But I can only call you that if you’re actually good for me. So will you be good for me, Dollface?”
“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good, I promise!”
Vox chuckles, “Good.”
Another hour passes like that, you trying your absolute hardest to stay still while Vox continues working. Your legs and hips are sore from being in this position for so long, but nothing is worse than the ach in your core.
You silently wish your flat-faced boyfriend would hurry up.
A sigh leaving Vox’s lips made you perk up like a dog, and the sound of the keyboard being replaced with the clicking of a mouse got your hopes up.
“Okay,” Vox hummed, making one final click with his mouse before leaning back to look at you, “All done.”
“R-really?” You ask, tears of relief filling your eyes.
The Overlord chuckles meanly and brings a clawed finger up to wipe a tear that escaped, “Yes, honey, really. Are you ready to ride me now?”
“Yes!” You sniffle, nodding your head so fast you almost bump it against his monitor.
“Then what do you say?” That cocky smile you both love and hate spreads across his screen as he asks.
“Please! Please let me ride you, please let me cum!” You all but scream, tears really falling now.
Vox’s smile grows impossibly wider, and he leans back in his chair, getting comfortable as he slips his hands in the crease between your hips and thighs, “Good girl. Now go on, make us cum.”
You didn’t hesitate for even a second. The moment those words fell from his lips, you were bouncing and rolling your hips, hands fisting his suit in a death grip.
Finally, you were chasing that release you craved.
“Fuck Doll, this really got you worked up, huh?” Vox groaned, squeezing his hands in your hips and piercing your skin with his claws. The pain made you cry out and clench around him.
You wanted to yell at him; of course, you were worked up after being teased like that for hours. Instead, all you could do was moan and hold onto him, already feeling your climax approaching.
“I’m- I’m gonna cum-“ You babbled out, trying desperately to fight it off until he gave you permission.
“Okay, but you better not stop moving.” Vox chuckled breathily, “I’m not finished with you yet.”
All you really registered was his permission to cum. Your body tensed as pleasure tore through your body, making your hips stutter and your back arch.
“God, you look so good like that.” Vox glitched out, his hands moving your hips for you, fucking you on and off his cock like a toy.
You were definitely screaming now, barely able to enjoy your orgasm as the Overlord roughly thrust up into you. Overstimulation made the feeling painful but didn’t stop a second release from building in your core.
“F-fuck Vox!”
“Yeah, that’s right, I’m the one making you feel this good!” Vox’s voice was buffering along with his screen, and you barely registered the lights flickering.
“I’m- fu-ck gonna-“ You couldn’t even finish your sentence, cumming without his permission and clenching around him like a vice.
“F̴̻̺̂̀ǘ̷̝͂̓c̶̣̈͒k̸̟̄!” Vox cried out, cumming inside of you and filling you up even more.
You could feel the static in the air as the power went out, but neither of you cared. Instead, you both sat there panting, limply holding each other as you came down from your highs.
“We,” Vox said through quick breaths, “are definitely doing that again.”
You chuckled tiredly and opened your mouth to reply before a loud, muffled scream tore through the quiet, and you recognized Velvette’s voice as she shouted,
“VOX I SWEAR TO FUCK!”
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I can’t believe I have a little over 100 followers already omg
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iliketangerines · 1 month
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he's just a little mean
pairing: mean!dom!raiden x afab!reader
warnings: nsfw, overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, spanking, slapping, degradation kink, praise kink, nipple play, choking, dumbification, improper use of electricity, blowjobs
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i think that Raiden would be soft and sweet when you first get together and have sex: soft kisses and hand-holding the entire time, whispering sweet-nothings into your ear
but after a while, he starts getting rougher and meaner, whispering dirty things into your ear and edging you a little bit longer and digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to leave faint bruises
when the both of you are secure in your relationship, especially after he goes to Kuai Liang to harness his anger, he lets loose, he’s like that one trope: the quietest ones are always the freakiest
he sucks deep and dark hickeys in your neck and chest, relishing in your small whimpers of pleasure and pain as he rolls your nipples between his fingertips roughly, pinching and pulling until they’re red and puffy
he’ll trap your hips underneath his arms, thick and corded with muscle from farming and training, and prevent you from squirming away from his touch as he leaves little kisses and nibbles on your pussy lips
he’ll tease you for what feels like forever, not satisfied until he can hear you sniffling and sobbing from the edging, and then he’ll suck harshly at your clit, maybe even slapping at it roughly to hear you let out a little yelp
he relishes in your whimpers as you try and get away from the stimulation as he presses his fingers directly into that spot that sends stars flashing in your eyes and sucks on your clit, causing you to cum over and over again on his fingers and tongue
if you squirm too much, he slaps at your thigh harshly or bites into the sensitive flesh of the inside of your thighs to discipline you, usually it makes you flinch and it gives him an excuse to keep on slapping and biting your legs
on one notable occasion, he kept slapping at your clit harshly, just watching your pussy clench around nothing and hearing you cry out in pain
if you really wanted it to stop, you would say your safe word, but it never appears and so he keeps on going
Raiden, once he’s had enough of tasting your cunt, he’ll pull you off the bed to kneel before him and slap at your face, laughing at how dazed you look and the tears tracks on your cheeks
he’ll slap your dick against your cheek, telling you to open your mouth and then slapping the tip of his cock on your head.
he’ll let you go at your pace at first, letting you suckle at the tip and lick him from base to tip slowly, little grunts escaping from him as the hold he has on your hair grows tighter
he’ll degrade the hell out of you, calling you his little slut, talking about how well this whore takes his cock, how you’re his personal cocksleeve, and you can only whine around his dick
eventually, he takes control and just fucks your face, listening to the way you gag and gurgle around his cock and watching as you press your legs together for some friction
he kicks your legs open, forcing you to let your wetness to drip and pool on the floors
when he gets close, he shoves your head down, your nose buried in the base of curls and has your throat warm his cock
he’ll pull your head off after what feels like forever, only letting you get a single shaky breath in before shoving your head back down onto his cock
when you’re nice and light-headed, he’ll throw you onto the bed
sometimes you’re ass up, and he’ll press a firm hand into the small of your back, forcing you to arch deeply for him and tease you a bit, letting the head of his dick catch on your pussy and rub against your clit
he’ll have you beg for his dick before he even thinks about putting it in
when he does, he’ll set a hard and fast pace, slapping at your ass hard enough to leave an imprint and digging his fingertips so deeply into your hips, the bruises will haunt you for weeks
he’ll reach under your hips and rub at your clit and send jolts of electricity through it to hear you moan and whimper and will somehow get even faster when he feels you clench around him
other times, you’ll be on your back, and he’ll throw your legs over his wide shoulders and use one of his hands to keep your wrists above your head
maybe he’ll use his free hand to pinch at your nipples, relishing in your whimpers, or sometimes he’ll choke you, keeping you on the edge of losing consciousness or maybe he’ll use his free hand to rub your clit harshly, pinching at the sensitive nub until you’re crying
the entire time though in either position, he’s whispering the dirtiest things to you, how you take his cock so well, how you must be such a whore to enjoy being hit, how he’ll keep you as his personal cocksleeve, how you’re such a brat for needing his dick all the time, etc.
he also always makes sure to angle his hips just right to hit that sweet spot and hear your sweet whimpers and whines spill from your lips
he’ll tell you about his future plans, how he’ll leave you to cockwarm him as he finishes up paperwork, how he’ll tie you up and leave you wet and needy all day, how he’ll bring the others to also fuck you because you would love just being a stupid sex toy, you wouldn’t need to think, you’d just be a consort, a stress relief toy for everyone
only when you’ve come on his cock enough times, which varies by the day, then he’ll come inside of you, letting his seed coat your walls and staying inside of you for a few minutes
if you’re an angel, he’ll let you come as many times as you want, mixing a bit more praise into his dirty talk, and kissing you sweetly even as he fucks into you harshly
but if you’ve been a brat, he’ll spank you until you’re a sobbing mess and then have you ride him, simply resting his hands on your waist and letting you do all the work, even when you get tired and beg him to please help because you can’t reach your own orgasm by yourself
his words are mixed with much more degradation, calling you a dirty whore and how you’re such a needy slut for touching yourself without his permission
he won’t even think about touching your clit, he’ll touch everywhere else, biting into your neck harshly, slapping your tits and your ass, pinching harshly at your nipples, shocking you with his newfound electricity powers, choking you and letting go just before you blackout, but he’ll neglect your puffy clit, won’t give into the tearful pleads for him to please touch you there
Raiden will also just pull out of you, just as you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm, and cum on your face but he won’t bring you to a release and leaves you needy and whiny for the whole week for disobeying him
whether or not you’ve been an angel or a brat, he’ll take care of you afterwards, rubbing lotion into your red skin, making sure you drink water and eat something, and wiping away the release on your cunt with a damp rag carefully
he’ll cuddle with you afterwards, brush away your tears, and ask if everything was okay and if he went too far or not
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spidernuggets · 2 months
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hi i’ve never sent a request before so i’m super nervous- but all i can think about this the combination of this trend https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8GtUCqV/ and jason todd
maybe something happens on patrol and jason doesn’t tell the reader, but not telling the reader what happens is a long bad habit he has, so reader finally leaves and jason breaks…
idk it’s up to your interpretation but i can’t see the trend without jason brain rot
Jason Todd x Reader
"Please- Please stay, I need you, oh God, please"
Jason was instructed to return to the Batcave to stitch up some injuries. But he was dizzy. His head was cloudy. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't stop looking at the blood on his hands.
Even when he spent 10 minutes scrubbing and washing them, he still couldn't stop looking at his hands.
"Are you feeling well, Master Todd?" Alfred asks, concern spread across his face as he prepared cleaning essentis for Jaso . Alfred didn't want to admit it, but he somewhat favoured Jason. He taught Jason patience, initiative, and even cooking. Even with their shared birthday, Alfred couldn't help but grow fond for Jason more than the other Batkids. But he'd never let anyone else know.
The question made Jason sniffle. Alfred paused from wiping the dried blood off Jason's shoulder.
"Master Todd?"
"She was 11, Alfred. She was just a child, and she died. I wasn't fast enough. I failed her," He whimpered. The kid he was talking about lived in Crime Alley, a few blocks down from where he used to grow up.
A new drug ring was rounding up kids in poverty, particularly those who lived around Crime Alley, to work in their establishment. But when Batman found out about this, their escape route was to blow up the evidence. Almost all the kids got out. But after a head count, Jason realised one person was missing.
That's when he heard an ear-piercing scream from. the building. He started to run towards the warehouse, but as soon as he reached the door, the whole building collapsed right in front of him.
But the fallen debris didn't stop him from going in. He had hope that the girl managed to survive, that somehow, a miracle occurred, and that she was able to avoid any severe injuries and cheat death.
But there was no mircale. Jason was slapped in the face with the harsh reality when he stumbled across the limp body that was contorted through wooden beams and metal pipes.
Jason's heart ached, his chest grew heavy, and his head throbbed.
He fell to his knees, cradling the girl's head in his hands as his sobs pierced the silence.
As Dick found him, he placed a hand to his shoulder. He promised Jason that she'd have a proper bed to rest in. A proper place to be in peace. They'd find the comfiest casket they could find and have her buried where wild, beautiful flowers grew.
The body was put into Dick's care as Jason didn't trust Bruce with the promises that Dick proposed.
As Alfred listened to Jason's cried, he knelt down beside him, forhead resting against his bicep and assured him that he did his best, and that the little girl still would've seen him as a hero.
Jason didn't know who the girl was. He doesn't know most of the kids in Crime Alley. But he knows what they're going through. He know the hard times they will face. So he sees them as family. He sees them as his family.
When Jason returned to your shared apartment, your head popped out from your bedroom door. You were excited to see Jason, but when you saw his exhausted, melancholic, and baggy eyes, you knew he was going through something again. You just didn't know what. But you wanted to know. You wanted to know so you could help him.
You jogged over to him, about to cup his face with your hands, but he raised his arm, stopping yours from going up any further.
"Not today, I- I just can't," He murmured, walking to your shared room. Your heart broke. You wished there was something you could do to help him. But this wasn't the first time he shrugged away your comfort.
Every breakdown, episode, and mental collapse he has after coming back from wherever he's out to, he ignores you, avoids eye contact, shuts you out. He never tells you why he's so depressed looking. All the times before, you asked why he won't talk to you, in which his response always remained "You wouldn't understand." He's always be less down the next morning.
But the sun's rays crack through your curtains, waking you up from your deep slumber. You see Jason's vare back facing you, his body at the edge of the bed. You believed he's in a better moor, so you decide to get up before him and whip uo some breakfast for him.
French toast always did it for him. For you too. It was the two of you's comfort food. It was warm, not too sweet, both crispy and soft. It was perfect.
So, while the battered bread laid in the pan, you began to cut the leaves off the strawberries. That's when you heard his heavy footsteps coming your way.
No matter what, when he wakes up, giving you a kiss on the forhead is the first thing he does. But when you go towards him to offer a hug, he swerves, walking towards the fridge.
Whatever happened last night must've taken a harsh toll on him. You lowered the fire on the stive and called out to him.
"Jay? Jay, what happened last night?" You softly ask. In response, Jason grunts, telling you it was nothing and that it was a really long night.
Then, you swutched off the stove completely to prevent your apartment from burning down.
"Bullshit," you say. Jason doesn't even turn to face you as he's pouring himself a glass of water. "Jason, you look exhausted. You look dead! What the hell happened last night that could've possibly made you this way??" You raised your voice. You couldn't help it. You were so worried for him, and he wasn't giving you any answers.
"Nothing fucking happened!" He yells. "Even if something did, it's none of your business because not a chance in hell would you understand!"
You stand there, staring at him in disbelief. "Jason." He pauses when you say his full name. It sounded unfamiliar. You haven’t called him 'Jason' in a long while. It's always been Jay or some pet name.
"I have always been by your side. I've been on your side when you've made the most dumb, impulsive decisions. But not once have I doubted you. But right now, it's- it's like you don't want me on your side. Like.. you just keep pushing me away with no answers. Jason, I'm never going to stop being on your side, but I can't do that if you just keep shutting me out." You're tired of trying to keeo uo with Jason's mysteries. You'd be lying if you said you didn't try to follow him to wherever he's always off to. But he always vanishes whenever you think you found the answers.
You went into your bedroom, grabbed a small bag, and shoved some clothes in it. Jason rushed behind you, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes are wide, and he's in disbelief.
"W-wait. What're you doing??" He asks, trying to catch his breath.
"I- I can't, Jason. Listen, we both need space right now. You're going through something and won't let me help, and I.. I just feel so useless right now, okay? I don't know.. We just need a break, alright?" You tiredly say, throwing your bag over your shoulder.
You were about to pass him, but he blocks the doorway, and unfortunately, his large frame is in the way of any possible chance of getting through.
"Jason, move," you say, almost getting annoyed.
Tears start to sting his eyes. "No, stop, please, I- I'm sorry, I-"
"Enough, Jason!" You cried. "Some separation will he best for the both of us!"
Jason's knees began to feel weak. His legs trembled, and slowly, he fell to his knees. Your eyes widen, surprised at this new action.
Jason takes your hands in his. "Please- Please stay, I need you, oh God, please," he says so quietly. He moves your hands to rest on his forhead, his eyes tight shut with tears dropping one by one.
Never have you seen Jason so vulnerable. "I'm sorry, please, I'l be better! I'll... I'll tell you everything! Every single detail, just please don't leave," he cries.
You tried so hard to be the one to call a break. But you guess you love Jason too much. "You promise, Jay?" You sighed. The nickname made Jason's heart race and his head shoot up to look at you. He nods rapidly.
"Yes, yes. I promise. I'll tell you everything. Just please don't leave me alone. And olease, please don't leave after I tell you," he begs. Your brows knit together, confused as to what he could mean. You nod, and Jason's breaths are stuttered as he gets up and you lead him to the bed.
And he completes his promises. From when he lived in Crime Alley to when he became Robin to when he died. When he became Red Hood to when he made a truce with Batman. And to when he failed to save the kid last night.
He told you everything.
And you just stared at him. No wonder Jason had always seemed so strong.
Tears continued to stream down Jason's cheeks as he looked straight forward, refusing to look at you.
"Jay," you called out to him, making him look at you. Your hands meet his cheeks, caressing them gently with your thumbs. "You've been through so much," you say sadly. You bring his head down to your shoulder, your lips lingering on his forhead. "I wish I could've been more so I could help you."
Jason shakes his head. "Don't say that," he barely whispers. "You are more. You're enough. You've helped me so much. I'm sorry I dragged you into this life. Maybe separation is the best for us," his voice cracks.
"No," you reply. "I promised I'd stay. I don't break my promises. And I'm not staying just because I promised you. I'm staying because I love you. Nothing's going to change that."
A sob escaped his throat as Jason buried his face further into your neck.
He always believed he was so selfish. Keeping you for himself while he has one of the most dangerous lives. He always believed you deserved better. But you stay.
For him.
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xdaddysprincessxx · 7 months
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Say your prayers little girl
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Vampire Priest Joel Miller x f!stripper reader
Warnings: Dark fic/Dead Dove, non/dubcon (non bc he uses his powers on her taking away her consent but she does want it), religious theme, p in v (wrap ya dick kids), vampirism, blood, neck biting, mentions of sex work, oral (f receiving), dark fluff?? (The ending ended up softer than I intended), squirting, I believe that’s it!
Summary: Working in the adult industry tends to leave a bad taste in people’s mouth when they find out about your job. Growing up the church has been the only place you’ve been able to find solace and that’s where you seek solace now.
A/n: So I have no experience fucking vampiric priests but I do have religious trauma and a deep seeded need to fuck creatures of the night. Lightly edited, not beta’d, all mistakes are mine! Enjoy!(:
(Mood board made by moi 😇)
Living in LA is nothing like you imagined. Growing up in the Midwest, you moved out here for a fresh start with the hopes and dreams of becoming a movie star. Those hopes and dreams were dashed rather quickly when you struggled to find acting jobs and instead had to resort to working at a high end gentleman’s club. If you were being honest you did enjoy working at the club. You liked the attention, you liked the other dancers but most of all the money. However outside of the club it seemed as though everyone knew what you did for a living and despised you for it. Never in your life have you felt so judged by every passing face. You purposely wear an extra large hoodie with the hood up and sweat pants on just to go to the grocery store.
After working at the club for a few months, one night, around 3am, you were just getting off work. It was a chilly early Sunday morning, the streets covered in fog. Normally you drive to and from work but this particular night you didn’t have your car since it broke down on you a few nights ago. Walking the few blocks to your apartment you just happened to glance down the street you were crossing and saw a church sitting on the corner. Having only lived in the area for a few months, you hadn’t really explored it. Noticing the church doors were open, you decided to walk down to the church and take a peek inside. You grew up in the church. Your family went every sunday, your mom was the Sunday school teacher and your father and brothers regularly volunteered to help be alter boys or set up for fundraisers or whatever else the church needed. You always struggled with what they taught and stood for. If God is the one and only that you should worship why are we praying to all of these patron saints? If God answers prayers why isn’t he answering the prayers of those starving? Of those that are abused or dying from illness? Why does Debra from Mississippi who is judgmental and mean to others get her prayers of a fancy new car get answered but not little Susie who prays she gets taken away from her abusive father? At a rather young age, you struggled immensely with your faith and beliefs but you always found the church to be a place of comfort.
Approaching the front doors you notice some lights were on and someone was playing the organ. You slowly walked up the steps and went through the doors. As you walked in, there were pews on either side, a few random stragglers scattered all over and in front was an alter of Mary surrounded by lit candles and flowers laid at her feet. You passed the first two pews, choosing to stand in the back and just observe. You could hear someone quietly crying and sniffling, a couple of others whispering the rosary and before you know it you can hear soft footsteps behind you.
The sound of a man clearing his throat comes from behind you, making you jump and turn around.
“Well hello there. And who might you be?” says the priest with a smile.
Putting your hand over your fast beating heart, “Oh hi I’m so sorry Father. I saw the doors were open and I couldn’t help myself. I’ve always found comfort in the church.” You tell him as you introduce yourself.
“It’s very nice to meet you sweetheart, I’m Father Joel. Unfortunately we are about to close for the day. You see we like to keep rather strange hours for those who seek out the lord when others are usually in bed. But we will open back up at 10 o’clock tonight if you would like to come back.” He says sweetly as he touches your arm. You can’t help but have this overwhelming feeling of calm. You feel safe and wanted? Your not sure if wanted is the right word but it’s the closest to what you feel. The two of you smile at each other as the priest lifts open his other arm as a guide for you to go back out the doors you entered. You cast your eyes down as you walk back out into the early morning fog. Before you go to step down you turn back around only to be greeted by closed doors.
Hmm that’s weird. You didn’t hear the doors shut. In fact you didn’t hear anything nor did you see the other people leave. Confused as to what just happened you continue on your way back home.
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It’s been six months since you first discovered the church. You try to go as often as you can finding comfort not only in the church but with Father Joel as well. It didn’t take long for him to catch on to what you did for a living. But he never made you feel bad for it. In fact he seemed to be proud of you. One night you were on stage at work and you swore you saw his face in the crowd. That same night you found an envelope in your locker stuffed with money. Five thousand dollars to be exact. But today you decided to take the night off and go spend time at the church. The real reason why you liked to spend so much time there was Father Joel. You couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He had these beautiful brown eyes, fluffy curls on top of his head, the sweetest smile he seemed to save just for you. Oh and his smell! He had this scent to him, a clean yet woodsy scent that never failed to travel from your nose directly to your cunt. Ever since you’ve met him, you’ve been having these dreams of Father Joel. In these dreams you usually run into him in random places, sometimes it’s your house other times it’s a trail in a park you find yourself walking on. But every time he always gives you this look, a rather creepy smile and his eyes change color making him look evil before he dips his head down and kisses your throat. Always leaving kisses on your throat, kissing up your neck, nibbling on your ear sending the most delicious chills up your spine. You always feel this mix of being scared of him and also needing him so bad you might explode if he doesn’t touch you. Most of the dreams are just that. Running into Father Joel, him kissing your throat and neck and then you wake up. However lately the dreams have gone further. He’s started kissing your lips, you swear it feels as though he is actually pushing his tongue into your mouth and he’ll undress you leaving you naked and vulnerable. All for him he’d say as his eyes scan your body much like a predator would size up its prey. In your dream last night it was the same thing except this time after Father Joel undressed you he pulled his cock out, turned you around and pushed his cock in in one thrust. It felt so real you almost forgot it was a dream. He thrusted only a few times before you woke up only to be laying on a wet spot. As you jumped up off the bed, you gave it a quick sniff to make sure you didn’t pee. And sure enough it wasn’t pee. You must have been so turned on from your dream that your juices leaked out of your panties and left a little spot on your sheets.
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It’s already 11 o’clock at night when you make your way to the church. Wearing your favorite black dress with cap sleeves that hang off the shoulder and the bottom hits a little above your knees, you already feel better as you come into view of your sanctuary. Walking right in you immediately run into Father Joel hitting him square in the chest.
“Woah there little one. Not so fast now” he chuckles as he helps you straighten yourself back up. His hands holding your biceps as he stills and just stares at you.
“Father Joel I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!” You say breathlessly with a chuckle. Your smile almost wiped clean off your face when you see the way he’s looking at you. His eyes. . .
Almost in a flash his eyes go back to their normal brown shade and he smiles at you again.
“You look beautiful tonight. Go on go find a seat in the front row. I’ll be in there soon.” Father Joel tells you. As if by magic you quickly walk to the front pew and sit down. You body moved automatically as if you had no say in your body at all.
Folding your hands in your lap, you look straight ahead at the alter of Mary. Her statue looks as if she’s looking down at you with a soft,caring look on her face. A look that’s almost as if she feels sorry for you.
Soon enough you feel Father Joel’s presence next to you. However you’re stuck. Frantically moving your eyes all around, You realize you can’t move your neck or your arms or any part of your body. Starting to feel scared, your stuck sitting down, facing forward with your hands in your lap. That’s when you feel Father Joel’s hand land on your thigh.
“You know sweetheart it’s not appropriate to wear pretty little dresses like this to church.” Comes his husky low voice whispering in your ear, “especially at night all alone.” His hand starts to slowly move up your thigh, pushing your dress up.
Gasping as if you’re just now able to catch your breath, you can feel your body and your able to move again. You barely move your head to the left when you felt his face on yours. His nose brushes your cheek and you can feel his warm breath on your face. His lips almost touching your cheek.
“You never know who or what you’ll run into sweetheart.” He says as he continues to push up your dress, his thumb rubbing your thigh. Soon your dress is pushed all the way up, exposing your black panties underneath.
“Oh sweetheart,” he says tsking, “you’re wet. Don’t you know lust is a sin baby?” Father Joel said in a very low, hushed tone. He took his finger and rubbed up your clothed slit making you notice the wet spot on your panties.
Sucking his teeth he makes a disappointing noise,
“F-fa-father Joel w-what are you doing? I- we we can’t do this! Y-you’re a priest.” You hurriedly whispered to him. In your head you wanted him to touch you, you wanted your dreams to come true but you also knew he took vows as a priest. There was no way he could ever have relations with you. Not in the way you wanted.
“Oh sweetheart don’t be so naive,” he says as he nips at your neck, “I never said I was a good man. I never said I was a man at all.”
Terrified at the last thing he just said, you turn to face him and that’s when you see his pupils have gone black and his lips pushed back, exposing fangs.
You gasp, eyes go wide as you take in the sight of a man you thought you knew.
“Now get on your knees and pray.” He demands.
Your body obeys his demands as you sink to your knees and you bend forward, resting on your forearms, clasping your hands together as your bow your head in prayer.
You happen to glance up at the statue of Mary and she’s crying tears of blood! The flames of the candles seem to be flickering even higher and you notice there’s no other noise, no music, no murmurs. You feel Father Joel kneel behind you, his big hands gripping your hips and bringing your ass to meet his crotch.
“Mm you’re such a good, obedient little one,” Joel croons as he grabs your hair and pulls you up so your back is touching his chest, “Don’t worry baby you’ll like this next part.” Smirking, he whispers in your ear before opening his mouth and biting down on your neck just below your ear.
Your mouth drops open in a silent scream, the searing pain you feel from the bite. Tears start to fall down your face, you’ve never felt a worse pain than this. The pain seems to get worse, you can feel him sucking the area he just bit. All too soon you feel your energy drain.
Licking his lips, “Mm you have the sweetest taste my little one. You’re mine now. Your blood is mine, your body is mine.” He says in a hushed tone as he begins to lick your wound, laying chaste kisses on and around it as he goes. As weak as you are, you can’t help but feel these licks and kisses, it’s almost as if they’re in high definition. In fact all your senses feel sharper, more defined. Joel brings his wrist up to his mouth slicing open his wrist on a fang.
“Open wide my little one, I need you to drink the body and blood of your savior.” Joel says as he lifts his bleeding wrist to your open mouth. You suddenly find yourself extremely thirsty, your throat burning. When he offers his wrist, you suck down every drop greedily.
“Mm ooohh yes just like that baby drink every drop.” He moans out loud. Hearing him moan as you drink from him turns you on. Makes you want to do more to cause him to make those sounds.
Your face is covered in blood just like Father Joel’s as he pulls his wrist from your mouth and shoves your head down, forcing you back into a bow.
"Give your body to me now, let your savior in little one." Joel grunts out as he let's go of the back of your head and reaches down to pull your panties down. They drop around your knees, your hands go to clasp in prayer again as you feel him pull his cock out and rub it up and down your soaked folds.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, my cunt craves your cock Father. Please fuck me. Use my body, it's yours." You confess to him. This man, this creature, whoever and whatever he is; you want him. Your very soul now craves him.
Grunting, Joel slowly dips the head of his cock in your entrance, just barely giving you the tip before he pulls back and dips back in, giving you a little at a time. After a few teases, he pulls out and thrusts his cock in in one swift motion, filling you like no one has ever filled you. He begins to pump his cock in and out, you can feel your walls stretching just to try and accommodate his length.
"Ooohhgg nnggg yes father!! Oh fuck me! Fuck my cunt father!" You moan loudly, without a care in the world, "My body is yours! All yours! Fuck your cunt Father!" You scream out as he continues to pound into you mercilessly.
Hearing you declare yourself to him has Joel ready to bust. He's been watching you this entire time. From the very first meeting that he orchestrated, he knew you'd be so sweet and everything he wants and needs. He first saw you walking into the club, you looked too young and innocent to be a dancer. He immediately tapped into your thoughts and was able to discover everything he needed to know. Like how you're new to the area and very much alone and how you struggle with your faith in God but find comfort in the church. That gave him the idea to set up a trap just for you. See Joel owned this house on the corner. It's one of many, and this particular one, he decided to decorate it like a church. One day, he just happened to walk by your apartment and saw your car parked out front. Good thing he happened to be there because your car was leaking fluids, and Joel just happened to have a knife on him and he cut your fluid lines. It took you a couple of days but eventually, you stumbled upon his church and now he has you right where he wants you.
Joel continues to pound into you over and over, spearing you on his cock. The head kisses your cervix, making you scream out in pleasure. You can’t help but fuck yourself back on his cock. Pushing back on him almost as hard as he’s pushing into you. You feel yourself getting so close, never having felt a cock fuck you so good you came from penetration alone. You just need a little bit of attention to your clit.
“Fuck that’s it baby just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock. Nngh ooh oh fuck”
You feel Father Joel’s thrusts start to stutter, after a few more thrusts you can feel his dick pulse inside you, coating your walls with his thick load. You let out a whine as you feel him pull out. You were so close to coming, if only you could’ve touched yourself a little bit you would’ve came but he finished before you got a chance.
Joel pulls out and holds your pussy lips open with his thumbs as he admires his cum slowly pushing out of your entrance.
Hearing your whine Joel grabs your hips and helps roll you on your back. Once your completely on your back, he opens your legs, pushing your knees back up in your chest,
“Oh you poor thing. You didn’t get to cum yet did you? You just let me use this pretty little cunt huh? Don’t worry sweetheart it’s my turn to worship your heavenly body at the alter I built just for you.” Joel says to your sore pussy. Looking down at Father Joel, watching him stare at your cunt has you whimpering as he lowers his face and licks a wide stripe up your slit. Holding your legs up and he keeps his hands on the backs of your thighs, you can’t help but gush even more as he begins to suck on your clit as though it’s the most delicious piece of hard candy he’s ever tasted. You feel your high begin to build again in no time.
Joel can’t help but moan into your pussy. The taste of you and him combined is the sweetest nectar he has had the pleasure of experiencing. He starts to swirl his tongue around your clit while simultaneously sucking on it making you squirm around. His grip on your thighs tightens as he continues to feast from your body.
“Ooh oh fuck right there! Right there! Oh fuck! Yessss!” You scream out loud as you hit the hardest orgasm you’ve ever received. You pussy gushes so hard you actually squirt, watching it hit Joel in the face. He has a look of intense hunger as he opens his mouth to collect every drop.
Joel’s mouth leaves your body as you continue to lay there with legs shaking. He slowly lifts up and looks at you with a devilish grin.
“Let’s get you home and cleaned up my love. There’s a lot I have to teach you and show you now that you’re mine.” Joel says as he pulls your panties up. Finally starting to get your wits about you, you realize your covered in blood. So is he. Joel goes to stand to fix himself when he rips the white collar out,
“Don’t need this anymore” he chuckles as he throws it to the side. He reaches back down, placing an arm under your back and the other arm under your legs and picking you up like a baby, cradling you to his body.
Glancing around the empty church, “Father Joel what happened to the other people who were in here?” You ask.
“ Just Joel baby. You can call me Joel. And they were all an illusion my love. Merely a figment of your imagination. I had to make this church believable for you sweetheart. If I kept it empty you would’ve been suspicious. I couldn’t have that now could I?” He replies.
Despite all of the red flags that have been going off, you are perfectly content. Happy to be in his arms as he walks out the doors and down the steps to a car parked outside. Carefully opening the door, Joel sits you down in the passenger seat before shutting the door and walking around to the drivers side to get in.
Once inside the car, Joel starts up the engine and goes to grab your hand,
“Let’s go home my love” he says to you smiling. You smile back at him, ready to spend the rest of your days by his side.
A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed this! It literally came to me the other night while I was getting dicked down lol (: anyways yea. Thank you so so much for every like/reblog/comment! You guys are the best!♥️
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nwjn-z · 7 months
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Hello~ could I request Stan knocking on reader’s window in the middle of the night sad bc Randy’s being… Randy? So they go out to Stark’s Pond and sit on the bench while he rants and they drink n stargaze n stuff?
Late night confessions — feat. Stan Marsh x reader
warning(s): yelling, drinking, swearing
author’s note: OMG ANON IM SO SORRY I DIDNT UPLOAD THIS SOONER IVE BEEN REALLY BUSY, here you go tho i know it’s late asf but i hope you like it😞
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It was 2:34 am, and the quite mountain town of South Park was in a peaceful slumber, but the Marsh household was anything but quite and peaceful.
“ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS DRINK AND MOPE IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY INSTEAD OF HELPING YOUR FAMILY!” Randy seethes to his son.
“HELPING YOU WITH YOUR STUPID FUCKING WEED FARM ISNT HELPING THE FAMILY YOU DICK!” Stan spits back.
“You know what Stan? I am so sick and tired of your shit. You don’t do jack shit all day, you never want to help out with the family business, and when you do decide to help you always fuck up. You are going to get no where in life with this kind of attitude Stanley.”
All it took to push Stan over the edge was bringing up his future. Ever since starting high school, Stan biggest anxiety was what he was going to do with his life. The fear of ending up a “waste of space” kept him up at night.
“Seriously fuck you dad.” Stan sniffles as he storms out the house, wanting to be anywhere but “home”.
Stan gets in his car and makes his way to town with only his phone and wallet. He needed comfort right now. He needed to go somewhere that was familiar, somewhere that he felt safe at.
Stark’s Pond was special to Stan. Growing up it was his favourite place to be, where he hung out with his friends, where he had his first kiss, and where he had his few good memories with his dad.
But he didn’t want to be alone right now, he wanted to be with someone he could talk to, who would understand him, who could make him forget all about his problems, who could make him feel good no matter what, he needed you.
You were up late for no particular reason. It was summer so you were off your normal schedule. You mindlessly scrolled through your phone while the rest of your family was fast asleep.
When Stan made his way to your house he began to climb up on to your balcony. When he managed to do so he couldn’t help but stare at you through the space in between your curtains.
He saw you laying on your stomach swinging your legs back and fourth and holding a pillow to rest your head on while you where preoccupied with your phone.
You where so beautiful to him. You always had been since the day you two met. He loved your hair, your eyes, the way you talked, how you were always to quite yet kind, the way you made him feel so weak. He loved it all, he couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted nothing more than to make you his.
He continued to stare, looking longingly at you with hearts in his eyes until you noticed him staring and freaked out. He saw you jump and threw your pillow at your window before you realised it was him. You cursed him under your breath while you opened the curtain to open the window for him.
“You scared the shit out of me.” You told him,
“I’m sorry I just got distracted.” he replied.
“What are you doing here, it’s almost 3 o’clock!” You said,
“I know im sorry, I just really need someone to talk to I just had a huge fight with my dad and I don’t know where else to go.” He says as his mind rushes thinking back to the fight as he tries to hold back tears.
“Hey hey it’s okay I’m sorry, we talk if you want I’m here for you.” You say sincerely.
Hearing your sweet voice speak to him so gently after being yelled at and berated makes him break his composure and hot tears stream down his face.
You immediately pull him into you and caress the back of his head as he buries his face into your neck, holding on to your waist for dear life.
After some time he reluctantly pulls away and wipes his face.
“I came over to ask if you want to go to Stark’s Pond with me.” He mutters as he tries to compose himself.
“Let me get my jacket.” Is all you say in response wasting no time getting your jacket.
“We’re gonna have to leave through my window, I don’t want to wake my parents.” You say zipping up your jacket
“Okay” he says meekly.
You both make your way out your window with Stan helping you get down. You get into Stan’s car and he begins to drive.
As you make your way to Stark’s Pond, you can’t help but stare at him while he drives. He has one hand on the bottom of the stirring wheel and the other hand on the gear shift. His hands are rough from years of sports and roughhousing outside, yet whenever you felt them they were so soft.
Your daydreaming was cut short when he came to a stop and you realised you weren’t at Stark’s Pond.
“I’m gonna grab drinks real quick, you want anything?” he asked
“I’ll just have whatever you are having, even though you shouldn’t be drinking.” you say in disapproval of his habit
“Yeah I know but I kinda need it right now.” he responds somewhat bashfully.
“I guess” you say.
As you sit in the car waiting for him you start to wonder why he came to you. I mean you guys are close friends but you thought that him and Kyle were closer, that he would go to his childhood best friend for things like this. Right?
You aren’t left with your thoughts for long as Stan quickly makes his way out the store and back into the car.
He gets back into the car and after a couple of seconds he starts to drive again.
The convenient store wasn’t far from Stark’s Pond so you arrived fairly quickly.
“We’re here” Stan announces
You simply reply with a hum in acknowledgment and make your way out the car with him.
You sit down and he hands you a drink before cracking open his. You two sit in silence drinking until your thoughts from sitting in the convenient store parking lot make their way back into your head.
“Hey, why did you want to hang out with me of all people?” you say still leaning your head back staring at stars
“What?” He asks, almost dumbfounded
“I mean like why not Kyle or Wendy even, they’ve known you longer and probably better than I do so I just thought you would go to one of them for something like this.” you tell him honestly
“Do you not want me to come to you?” He asks, worry written all his face and voice.
“WHAT!? NO! I mean i just thought that like, you would think I wouldn’t be any help you know?”
“Nah dude that’s bullshit, besides why would I go to my ex about my problems.” he chuckles lightheartedly
“I don’t know I thought she would get you I guess.” you say as he shakes his head “no”.
“Oh well what about Kyle then, surely he’d be your first responder or something.”
“Kyle doesn’t know shit about me at this point, anytime I try and talk to him about the things I go through he just doesn’t get it.” he responds truthfully
“We’re still best friends and all but, he just doesn’t understand why I can’t just “get over it” you know? It gets really fucking frustrating.”
You take a minute to process what he said but before you can say anything he begins to speak again,
“You aren’t like that though. You’re always so nice and never make me feel stupid or crazy for feeling the way that I do.”
His words flustered you. Only you made him feel comfortable and safe? You felt your heart clench at the thought. Without thinking you put your hand over his and finally look over at him,
“I’m glad I can be that person for you.” You say sincerely with a smile on your face
And just like that Stan just couldn’t take it anymore. You were truly the most amazing person he has ever known. You’re sweet, kind, and genuine soul made his heart swell and his face smile. He couldn’t hold back the words that left his mouth in that moment,
“I’m so in love with you.” He says with hearts basically in his eyes.
“What!?” You respond eyes wide and face flushed
“WHAT?!” he yelps, “OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT I MEAN I DID BUT NOT IF YOU DONT WANT ME TO AAAHH IM SORRY JUST FORGET I EVER SAID ANYTHI-“
“I like you too, well love.” you say honestly having waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity,
“Wait what?Really!?” Stan says, dumbfounded but simultaneously feeling his heart burst with joy
“Yeah dude” you respond with a lighthearted laugh, but before you could say anything else you felt the slight wetness of his lips on yours, relishing in the feeling you close your eyes and lean in, completely melting in his touch.
“You love me?” he asks smiling, wanting nothing more than to hear you say those three words over and over until he can’t hear anymore,
“I love you.” you say, more than happy to repeat that phrase till your voice gives out.
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myriadblvck · 2 months
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non military au;
Simon fiddles with the picture in his hands, flipping the semi-torn corner over and over again. Mum smiles gently, hand stretched out to do something Simon doesn’t remember. Her fingers are inches away from his hair, almost white at that age, and smiling in that way kids do when they aren’t sure how to smile.
He was six, he thinks. Tommy wasn’t born until he was seven. Simon thinks Tommy would’ve been in this picture.
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“I wont leave him, Simon, I love him.” Simon bites his tongue as Mum uses her shaky fingers to make herself a glass of tea. “He’s just sick. He wasn’t always like this.”
Simon chews on his cheek. He doesn’t know what to say. “Mama, please,” is all he can think to say. “I can— I can take care of us. I know I can. I’ve been doing it for years. We can— We can go anywhere you want. We could go to the Netherlands, you said—“
“I’m not leaving, son. It wouldn’t be right to leave my husband while he’s sick.”
“You’re sick, Mum.” Simon looks out the window at the front of the house. “I can help you. We can go anywhere that isn’t here, Mum, please.”
“What kind of wife would I be if I left my husband to suffer alone?”
“He’s going to hurt you. When I’m gone he’s gonna hurt you.” Simon sniffles. “He’s going to get angry.”
“He would never hurt me, Simon.”
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Simon frowns. “Hey, is it okay if I go out?” Simon lifts his head from the picture, flipping it face down.
Sometimes he looks at Tommy and still sees his tiny baby that he needs to keep quiet while his teeth come in. Sometimes he looks at him and sees the snot nosed, red faced kid who lost a tooth and freaked out. Sometimes he sees him as the teenager he is now, chipped tooth from a football cleat to the face, eyebrow piercing, and eyes just like their dad.
“With who?”
Tommy climbs into the stool at the kitchen island. “Uh, Adam, Noah, and Max. I think. That’s the plan anyway.” Simon’s met all of Tommy’s friends. A bunch of little shits, but most Teenagers are.
“Doin’ what?”
Tommy shrugs. “Orgy.”
Simon rolls his eyes. “Thomas.”
“I dunno. Football. Videogames. Talk about girls.” Tommy drums his fingers on the counter. “At Adam’s, cuz we can’t be at Noah’s because Adam got caught screwing Noah’s sister.”
Simon closes his eyes to process that wonderful nugget of information. “Didn’t you say Adam likes Noah?”
“Noah’s in denial about being gay. He totally is. He looks at Adam like he hung the moon.” Tommy fiddles with his eyebrow piercing. “But Adam’s bi. And a slut. And Noah’s sister is hot.”
Simon rubs his temple. “Jesus fucking— okay. I regret asking. Yeah, you can go.” Simon stretches, grabs his notebook from the kitchen drawer and starts making a list of bills to budget for the month. “What’re your rules?”
“Tell you where I’m going if I leave town or move locations in general. Be home before twelve. Call you if I can’t get home. Let you know if i’m going to be drinking. Don’t do any hard drugs. Don’t do any drugs that you don’t give me. Text you every thirty mins. Come home if I feel funny. Call you if I feel funny. Don’t get into a car with anybody who isn’t Roach, Soap, Keegan, Mrs Price, or you.”
Simon looks up from the notebook. “Yeah,” Simon nods, “Yeah. Okay. You’re a good kid, Tommy.” Tommy looks at him funny. “C’mere. Just… you grew up. You’re growing up too fast.” Tommy walks over and lets Simon hug him, wrapping his arms around Simon in return. Simon closes his eyes. He remembers when Tommy still used kiddie watermelon scented shampoo. Simon kisses his head. “I love you so much. You’re my baby brother. You’ll always be my baby brother. No matter what, okay?”
Tommy nods. “‘course. I love you too, you know. I’m sorry I’m a dick sometimes. I’m sorry for saying I hate you. I don’t hate you.”
“You were fourteen and scared. I never held it against you. You’re a teenager. Your hormones are all over the place. I wasn’t the nicest when I was your age.”
“You were nice to me,” Tommy mumbles.
“You’re my little brother. Im always nice to you.” Simon lets him go. Tommy isn’t a kid anymore. He isn’t twelve still missing teeth. He can’t sleep in his bed anymore when he had nightmares of their dad taking him away. Simon clears his throat. “Fuck off,” Simón says playfully, “Come home.”
“Word,” Tommy says. He grabs his backpack from a chair. Simon goes back to his budget book. He gets maybe two list items written down before Tommy says, “Hey, Simon?”
“Yeah, bud?” Simon looks up, tapping the pencil against the counter.
“Soap’s right, you know. You are a good dad.” Tommy smiles at him, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
You’re a good dad. You’re a good dad. You’re a good dad.
Simon stares at the door for a long time. “Huh,” He mumbles, “Dad to a teenager at twenty.” he thinks about Tommy being 12 and crying because Simon said there wasn’t enough room in his bag for his stuffed bear. Simon thinks about the clothes he sacrificed to stuff his bear in his own bag so Tommy would leave.
Simon leaves his pencil on the kitchen counter, walking across the flat to Tommy’s door. He really shouldn’t, but Tommy says he doesn’t care if he goes in his room. Simon turns the doorknob, flicking on the lights and walking over to the closet in Tommy’s room. It’s small. Simon crouches down and moves a few bags around.
Sitting in a ratty bag with frayed edges is that same build-a-bear Simon had let Tommy make for his seventh birthday. Tommy had begged and begged and Simon had done a concerning amount of illegal things to get enough money in his pocket to afford the bear, some clothes and other things.
The sharpie on the foot reads T Riley. Simon knows Tommy still sleeps with it every night. Every morning when he wakes him up from school, Tommy shoves the bear under the blankets. Simon puts the bear back in the bag and closes it. He leaves the room as it was and goes back to his budget book, leaving room on the grocery list for Tommy to jot down anything he might want.
You’re a good dad, you know.
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cozage · 9 months
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The Daughter's Return: Part 5
Parting Ways
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Characters: Ace x reader WordCount: 3.1k CW: alcohol, drunk reader, one quick drunken kiss
Whitey’s arm around you made it a little difficult to start the day. You had been awake for thirty minutes now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move in fear of waking her up. She had been kind enough to let you sleep with her last night, the last thing you wanted to do was interrupt her rest even more. 
“Y/N?” Whitey’s groggy voice broke through the silence, and you felt her shift.
“Morning,” you replied. “Sleep well?”
“Surprisingly, yes.” Whitey laughed. “You’d think two people in this tiny bed would make it hard to sleep. But it wasn’t bad. But why’d you end up here anyway?”
“I spilled beer all over my bed.” You had been thinking of a lie since you woke up, and it came effortlessly now. 
Whitey gave a laugh at that and sat up in the bed. “Believe it or not, I’m actually really glad that happened.”
“Oh yeah?” you gave her a perplexed look. “Why’s that?”
She gave a nervous laugh and rubbed at her face. It was clear she had something to tell you, but she seemed to be working up the courage to do so. 
You sat up, concerned at alert. “Whitey? Everything okay?”
“I was going to tell you,” Whitey said. Her voice was thick, like she might start crying. “I swear I meant to tell you the moment you got back, but things started happening so fast.”
“Whitey, tell me,” you insisted. “What’s wrong?”
“Look, don’t be mad, okay?”
“Whitey. Tell me.”
“I’m getting my own ship,” she said. “Becoming a Subordinate Captain. A few of us are getting our own crews. I’ve got a group of about 20 people.”
Your mouth fell open in shock. You weren’t sure what you expected Whitey to tell you, but you it wasn’t this. The two of you had dreams when you were younger about having your own pirate crew, but you had grown out of those dreams. You had just assumed she had as well.
“When are you leaving?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. 
Tears welled in her eyes. “Three days. We’re supposed to land on an island with a shipyard, and pops is giving us ships to send us on our way.”
Three days. That was all you had left with her. Your chest ached at the thought of not seeing her every day again. You had missed her the most while you had been in Wano. 
“I really want this,” she said. “Need this, even. I’ve been talking with pops about it for a month or two, but I told him I wanted to wait until you got back before I left.”
“Where will you go?” you asked. You could feel a lump rising in your throat. 
“Pops assigned me to protect a few islands back in Paradise with Brew and Epoida, so we’ll-”
“Brew and Epoida are leaving too?” you asked. You couldn’t help it now, your eyes started to water. 
Whitey’s eyes got wide as she realized what she had just done. 
“So everyone is just leaving?” you asked, tears starting to spill out now. You wiped them away, angry at yourself for getting so emotional. 
“A lot has changed since you left,” Whitey said softly. Her hand reached out to comfort you, but you smacked it away. 
“But we swore to stick together!” you said. You could feel your face growing hot, the magma churning beneath your skin. 
“You can come with us,” Whitey offered. “You can join my crew.”
“I can’t,” you squeaked out. Even if your best friends were leaving, your family was still aboard the Moby Dick. You couldn’t abandon them. 
“Look, Y/N, I know you feel like you have an obligation to your dad, but loyalty-”
“You don’t know anything about loyalty, Whitey,” you hissed, jumping up from the bed and storming out of the room. 
You weren’t sure where your feet were taking you until you were at his door. Your fist slammed against the wooden door as tears fell from your eyes. The door opened a few moments later, and you didn’t even try to make yourself look presentable. 
What a poor sight you must’ve been to Portgas D. Ace. You were standing there, sniffling and sobbing. You were still in your pajamas and hadn’t even bothered to brush your hair. Tears were running down your cheeks, and your eyes had to be red and puffy at this point. 
And yet, when Ace saw you, he only looked at you with concern. He quickly scanned your body, looking for any signs of injury. 
“Are you okay?” he asked, scanning your face. “Did someone hurt you?”
“Did you know?” you choked out, wiping the tears from your cheeks. 
“Know about what?” he asked. 
“Whitey,” you sobbed.
Ace sighed, running his hand through his hair, and he shut the door behind you so you could cry in public. 
“The division commanders voted on the subordinate captains about a month ago. I knew her name was on the list.”
 “You knew she was leaving and you didn’t tell me.”
Ace’s face was full of pain. “It wasn’t my news to share.”
You punched his chest. You heard him gasp in surprise, but you didn’t care. You punched him again. You wanted him to fight back, to yell at you, to do something. But he just stood there and took it. So you punched him harder. 
“Stop it.” Ace flinched as your punches grew hotter. But you were so angry, you couldn’t stop. You punched him again. 
Ace grabbed your wrist. “Y/N, stop,” he said more firmly. 
You used your free hand and kept punching his chest until he grabbed that one too. You started squirming, trying to fight him, until he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you in an embrace. 
You stopped fighting then, and he held you as you cried into his chest. His hand rubbed your back, trying to soothe you. 
“It’s not fair,” you cried.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It’ll be okay, I promise.”
You weren’t sure how long you stayed there, but you didn’t pull away until you had stopped crying and your breath had steadied.
You wiped any remnants of tears from your cheeks. “That was embarrassing,” you sniffled, your voice still thick. 
“You’re allowed to be upset,” Ace said. He grabbed a tissue and held it out for you. 
“I just don’t want her to go.” Your vision started to blur again, and you blinked a few times to clear your eyes. 
“It’s been her dream for a long time.”
You sniffed and wiped your eyes with the tissue. Ace was right. Whitey had always wanted to be a captain, ever since she joined the Whitebeard Pirates 7 years ago. 
“It’s not like you’ll never see her again,” Ace continued. “Pops has always worked closely with his subordinate captains. I’m sure she’ll still be around. And you can still talk to her on the transponder snail.”
“We should have a going away party,” you said softly.
“Try to say that with a little more enthusiasm, maybe?”
His comment made you laugh, and he smiled in return. 
You sighed. “I need to apologize to her.”
“Probably.”
You turned to go find Whitey, already trying to think of what you’d say to her. As you opened the door, you realized you should say something else to Ace before you left. 
“Ace?” You turned back to him as you walked out. “Thanks for letting me beat you up.”
Ace gave a cheeky smile. “Anytime, love.”
Love. That’s what he had called you. Love. You had left before he had a chance to see your reaction, but you could feel your body steaming, and the air smelled of burnt hair. Your burnt hair. He was a smooth bastard, and you hated that you loved it. But now wasn’t the time to focus on your stupid commander. You had to apologize to Whitey. 
You found Whitey in your bunkhouse, packing up her things. When she realized it was you, she froze, trying to decide what she should say or do. 
You decided for her. You rushed to her, wrapping her in a hug. “I’m sorry,” you said, blinking away fresh tears. “I’m so happy that you get to live your dream.”
“No, I’m sorry!” Whitey cried. “That was a really shitty way to tell you.”
“It’s okay, I promise.” you pulled away from her and wiped at your eyes. “I was just being selfish. God, I’m going to miss you, Whitey.”
“I’m going to miss you!” She was wiping tears from her own face as well. “I wish this was easier.”
“We’re going to have a goodbye party,” you said. “For you and all the other new subordinate captains.”
Whitey laughed and returned to packing her suitcase. “One of your parties is the last thing we need,” she said.
“I have two days to plan it.” You smiled mischievously. “Prepare yourself.”
“Y/N!” Whitey called after you as you bolted out the room. “Don’t go over the top!”
The next two days went by in a whirlwind. You spent your days begging and bargaining crew members for booze, ordering the chefs to make the most decadent meals, and hanging decorations you had made. 
When a strategist plans a party, they think of everything. Which is why your parties were always so notorious for getting out of hand. You thought of drinking games, picked out the perfect musicians, and always had a backstock of alcohol. You hadn’t planned a party in years, but it’s clear that it’s reputation had lived on while you were gone. 
As the sun was setting, the deck was so crowded with people that it was hard to move around. You were always touching someone, and it became almost claustrophobic to stand. You chose to leave the main deck area and headed towards the bow of the ship, trying desperately to escape the crowds. You found a spot where you could stand without touching someone else, and leaned against the railing to watch the sunset, enjoying your drinking. 
“Hey!” Whitey called, stumbling over to you. She was already drunk, though that was partially your fault. One tankard of ale did a lot more to her than it did to you. “Come back to the party!”
“I will. Just enjoying the sunset for a moment.”
Whitey pouted. “You plan this whole big party and you’re not even enjoying yourself.”
You smirked, staring at the sea. If you looked at Whitey, you were fairly certian you would break out into tears. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Of course! But you should have fun too!”
It was kind of hard to enjoy yourself when your best friend was leaving. You had been diligent in pushing that fact out of your brain, but now as you watched the sunset, you realized this would be the last one you’d share with Whitey for a long time. 
“Can we just be sad while we watch the sunset?” you asked, tears starting to rise.
Whitey wrapped her arm around you and leaned her head on your shoulder. “I’m kind of scared to be a captain,” she admitted, her eyes watching the sun slowly sink behind the water. 
“New people, new horizons,” she said. “What if I make the wrong call? I won’t have Pops to back me up. It’s scary to think that I’m going to be alone.”
“You won’t be alone, though. You’ve got a lot of good, trustworthy people to back you up.”
“Yeah.” Whitey didn’t say anything more until the sun was almost gone from view. “You’ve got good people here too. Make sure you don’t isolate yourself. Do stuff with them. Have fun. Okay?”
“Alright.” You wiped the tears from your cheeks and finished off the rest of the ale in your tankard. “Let’s party.”
“Yeah!” Whitey cheered. She grabbed your hand and pulled you back to the party. People had seemed to spread out a bit more now, and it was easier to breathe and move around. 
Shots of liquor were your least favorite way to get drunk, but it was the fastest. Still, you found yourself questioning the choices that led you to this moment, where you were lined up facing five large shot glasses of rum. You had already won the game once, and you could feel the alcohol starting to flow through your veins.
“Whitey, are you trying to make me puke?”
Whitey stuck her tongue out at you. “Did your time abroad soften you?” she taunted. 
“Whitey-”
“Who will challenge her?!?” Whitey declared, holding up your arm as if you had just won a boxing match. 
You looked around the crowd and found Ace and Marco, watching your predicament with smirks. You shook your head and mouthed “Save me” to them, but they only laughed at your misfortune. 
“I’ll do it!” a voice called out, someone shuffling through the crowd. 
“A challenger has appeared!” Whitey yelled, dropping your arm and allowing your to return to your station. 
A young man appeared, one you didn’t recognize. If you had to guess, he was about your age, maybe a little older. He had red hair and piercing blue eyes that were full of rebellion and spunk. He was cocky too, because he looked at you and winked, and you almost looked away from him in embarrassment. 
He was handsome, you had to admit. You weren’t sure how you had missed his presence since you had gotten back. He seemed a bit too over the top for your liking, but he was the kind of guy who would make a good drinking buddy. 
“Uzzo,” he said, holding out his hand. 
You took it, giving it a firm shake. You opened your mouth to introduce yourself, but he cut you off. 
“Don’t worry, darling.” He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your skin, shocking you into silence. “I know who you are.”
You quickly yanked your hand away, trying to push down the bubbling feeling you were getting in your stomach. 
“You know the rules folks, first to finish all five shots wins!”
“What do I get if I win?” Uzzo asked, looking at you mischievously. 
You rolled your eyes, tired of this long introduction. You wanted to get drunk already. “Bragging rights. Now get ready.”
Uzzo frowned, humming in disappointment. “How about a kiss instead?”
You laughed in his face. “Ask me again if you win.”
He smirked, satisfied with your response. You both readied yourself, and then looked to Whitey.
“Ready, Set, Go!” she cried, throwing her hand up in the air to start the race.
You were winning until the fourth cup. You heard Ace laugh from the crowd, and your concentration broke as your eyes searched for him. He was there, laughing with Marco. His arm was wrapped around a girl’s shoulder, and you could feel your stomach churning with envy at him being so close to someone else. 
You barely started your fifth cup by the time Uzzo finished. He watched you down the fifth cup as the crowd cheered for his victory. 
“So,” he said, watching you place down your last cup. “How about that-”
You didn’t wait for him to finish. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him across the table, your lips smashing into his. You could hear the crowd freeze mid applause, everyone surprised by your actions. But you made out with this stranger in front of a crowd, not caring who saw. A piece of you even hoped certain people would see you. 
Blame it on alcohol, blame it on jealousy, blame it on wanting to wipe that smug look off his face. It didn’t matter why you did it. You didn’t even like it all that much. You had kissed several boys before this one. He wasn’t anything special. 
You finally pulled away, and saw you had succeeded in your goal. His cocky grin was replaced with shocked, widened eyes. You could see the crowd watching you, and you resisted the urge to look over at Marco and Ace. 
“Congrats on your win,” you said. You gave him a quick wink and turned and walked away without another word.
“Holy shit,” Uzzo murmured behind you, and the entire crowd erupted into cheers once more. At least you looked confident, even if you didn’t feel that way.
You went to find a keg of beer, needing to wash down all the rum you had just consumed. The ten double-shots you had just taken were starting to catch up. Fast. 
“You are quite the graceful loser,” Marco said, taking your cup from your hand and filling it up at the keg. 
“Marco! I haven’t seen you in forever!”
“It’s only been two days.”
You clutched your chest overdramatically. “So long. It’s been so painful.”
Marco chuckled. “You’re very drunk.”
You took your drink back from him, nodding enthusiastically. “Blame Whitey.”
“Looks like she’s having a good time at least,” Marco said, his eyes watching your friend. “You threw a good party.”
“Hey Marco, I couldn’t find-” Ace stopped talking when he realized you were standing with his fellow commander. 
“Ace,” you said, your lip pouting out at his name. 
“You take over keg duty, I’ll go look,” Marco said, quickly passing the spout to Ace and bolting away. 
“Hey! Marco!” Ace called after him, but Marco was already gone. 
There was an awkward silence that hung in the air. If you were sober, you would’ve let it hang there. But drunk you was a lot more chatty.
“Are you enjoying the party?” you asked, looking at Ace. 
“It’s fine.”
“Just fine?! Rude!” you scoffed. “I worked hard on this party!”
“Then you should go enjoy it,” Ace snapped. “Don’t you have a boyfriend to entertain?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You rubbed your tankard against your cheek, giggling. “Just booze.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Ace mumbled, grabbing a guy's drink and refilling it for him. 
Your eye twitched. “What’s your problem?” 
“Nothing.” He was managing to look everywhere else on the ship but at you.
You scowled and stepped in front of him to block his view. You could feel your skin growing hot with your anger. “If you have a problem with-”
“Hey!” Marco cheered, and you turned to see him. “Come on! We're playing Commanders and Strategists up on the roof of the Captain’s Quarters!”
You squealed in excitement, already forgetting your squabble with Ace. Whitey’s reminder rang in your ears. You refused to isolate yourself. You had always loved Commanders and Strategists, so you took off towards the roof of the Captain’s Quarters, eager to see what kind of trouble you could get into next. 
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emeritus-fuckers · 2 months
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psst.
hey death.
give me some of that sweet, sweet terzo mpreg, babygirl.
Talk dirty to me why don’t you? -Death
“An Unexpected Surprise” - Terzomega M!Preg
Admittedly, they should’ve seen this coming. Helping a ghoul such as Omega through heat came with a list of consequences. Such as the removal of Terzo’s ability to walk straight for a few weeks afterwards.
The upset stomach in the mornings, he credited to a bug for the first week. The second he just assumed he possibly ate something bad.
A month in and he finally admitted defeat, appearing in Omega’s office one afternoon. Nervously approaching the ghoul.
“Amore…could…I have a pregnancy test?”
There were very few times Terzo had seen Omega move that fast, mainly they involved him being in danger. But within seconds Omega had Terzo in his arms, looking at him with pure awe.
“You…you think you’re pregnant? With my kits?”
Terzo nodded slowly, squeaking in surprise once they were suddenly being carried bridal style away. More than a little confused.
“What about the-“
“I grabbed two. We’re doing this in our room.”
Omega left no room for argument. Nuzzling Terzo as he walked quickly to get back to their room. The satanic pope swallowing nervously when he was set down in the shared bathroom, tests placed in their hand delicately.
It felt like an eternity once he was back in the large ghoul’s arms, nervously fidgeting in place. Omega kissed their head softly.
“I can look first if that would help you love?”
He offered in a soft whisper, holding his cheek to get the mismatched eyes to look up at him. Terzo sniffling as he took the ghoul’s free hand. Squeezing tightly.
“Together…?”
Their voice was barely above a whisper. The quintessence ghoul nodding as the timer went off.
“Together.”
They both stood together, each one holding a test as Terzo took a steadying breath. Looking each other in the eye before flipping them over. The satanic pope falling into Omega’s arms as they started crying.
Two positives.
Terzo was pregnant.
~
Six months after confirming the pregnancy, Terzo was laying on the ultrasound bed. Having forced Omega to let another infirmary worker check in on the little girl steadily growing inside.
Chuckling as he saw Omega staring at the screen completely enamoured.
“If I had known you would be so excited to have a girl, I would’ve hidden the credit card.”
He teased softly, earning a playful nuzzle from the large ghoul. Omega smiling brightly as he stole a kiss.
“You probably wouldn’t have let my dick anywhere near you if you had known ghoul pregnancy lasts a year though.”
He mumbled softly, earning a whine from the anti pope at the reminder. Their face settled into a pout at the moment.
“It’s unfair! I have to wait six more months to meet my principessa…”
Omega could only chuckle again as he watched the screen with Terzo, the little girl moving around on the screen. The large ghoul kissing his mate’s hand with a hum.
“But it will be worth the wait…once she’s snuggled in your arms.”
~
Written by Death.
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cafeacademia · 2 years
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When your mother, an influential and corrupt politician organises a suitor party for you without telling you, Spencer, your bodyguard takes matters into his own hands... Only there's a little more to the arrangement than you first expected.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Mentions of organised crime, trafficking (only mentioned and not said which type but it is implied), Reader's mother is a dick, fear, mentions of being "hurt" by Reader's mother but no details are given - interpret that as you wish but intended as emotional hurt, tears and upset Reader, nudity (showering together, no sex just very tender and a little heated), a little bit of 18+ content but not any explicit details (even so, minors DNI please), happy ending!! UNEDITED SORRY
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"Please tell me you're okay."
He'd found you outside, dry tears on your cheeks, marked by the smudged makeup, fresh tears welling up in your eyes as your lip wobbled. The gardens were dimly lit. There was something about the perfect care of the gardens, contrasted with the hurt in your eyes that turned Spencer’s stomach like nothing else had in a long time.
There had been a man with you, he was drunk and far too pushy with you.
He wouldn't stop. He wouldn't shut up. His voice droning, touch burning your skin, stare boring into your eyes making you feel so vulnerable and small.
So Spencer had done what he did best and protected you.
"I couldn't find you." You sniffled, reaching out for him. He came to you, hands gripping yours and you finally felt warmth surge through you under his touch.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry. They tried to keep me out of the way, I couldn't get to you fast enough." He breathed the words out and while it was all very urgent, his voice soothed you. He was right though, they had separated you when you got to the party and as soon as you were swept into the main hall, you had completely lost sight of Spencer.
"Please just take me home, I want to leave." You cried, fresh tears coming now. You would do anything not to go back into your mother's estate, back into the bustling crowd of suitors and elite middle aged nothings.
"Sweetheart,"
"I don't care if it's against orders, I don't want to marry any of those tight collar fucks in there and my mother can shove it up her arse if she-."
"Sweetheart, shh. Come here. You don't have to do anything." Spencer pulled you into his arms and it felt so good to be held. You were crying now, sobs interrupting you every time you parted your lips.
It felt good to be touched by someone who cared. It was soft and gentle and you felt like you could melt against him and never leave his embrace.
His leather gloves creaked against your skin as his grip on you tightened, holding you against his chest, allowing you to sob into his shirt.
"Shh, I'm here. Let me take care of you. I'll get us out, just hold onto me sweetheart and don't let go."
You did as you were told. You clung to him, tears still coming but the sobs growing silent as the nerves crept in. He held you, grip firm and reassuring as he walked you around the building, keeping away from spots where you might be easily seen.
Spencer was glad he'd parked the car in a spot away from your mother's security detail. They'd never notice it was you leaving either, not when he'd used a rental for the night instead of one of the cars in the garage.
Your mother had hosted a suitor event without telling you the reason for your presence.
She wanted to marry you off. But all you wanted to do was run away and hide and let Spencer tell you what to do and keep you safe. That's what he had always done since he'd been assigned as your bodyguard. He was with you all the time, bar from your most vulnerable moments, but even then, he was always near.
But maybe sometime along the way, you had stopped just being his client.
There was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel dizzy and crave looking into his eyes. His touch was just as dizzying, strong and firm but so comforting. He always knew what to say too.
Spencer was far too good for you. You were just some rich elite woman's daughter, locked up in her empty estate with nothing to do but read books and reluctantly attend parties to save face and put on a show of good relations.
And Spencer was a bodyguard. Strong, effortlessly handsome, tall and so kind and good. You wished your relationship with him was not just a working relationship and that it was more…
Just more.
Spencer got you into the car and let you get comfortable while he got into the driver's seat. He started the engine, watching as you slid down in your seat, anxiety setting in as he pulled out of the parking space. You heard the thunk of the car doors lock as he drove by the front of the house and you let out a breath that had lodged itself in your chest. You were tense as he drove in front of the house and turned down the driveway. It was tempting to look out of the window, to see what the security at the front doors were doing when they saw your car leaving, but you resisted and stayed low in your seat, pulling the stupid silken shawl you’d been given to wear around you, wishing it would give you some comfort.
“We’re out.” Spencer broke the silence, hand coming to rest on your knee. He glanced over at you, watching as you opened your eyes. You had squeezed them shut on your way towards the cast iron gates, afraid you might be stopped and made to return to the event. But nobody came to stop you. “Spencer,” You breathed out, sitting up in your seat and reaching out to push the air vent away from you, the cool air sending a prickling chill through you. “We can’t go home.” “She’ll come looking for you and she’ll be angry.” Spencer sighed, knowing exactly why you couldn’t return. “She might fire you, Spencer.” The thought brought tears to you again and you let out a heavy sob. “Sweetheart, you could manage without me. You’re strong.” He tried to lighten the mood, but you only cried, shaking your head. “No, you make this bearable. She’ll decide you’re too lenient, she’ll hire some ugly brute with no charisma or charm and no pretty face.” You cried and Spencer let out a soft chuckle. “You like me because of my charisma and charm and pretty face?” He asked with a lopsided grin. “Obviously.” You sighed. “And other things.” “I guess you’ll tell me the other things later.” He said, raising a brow as he checked the mirrors, just to make sure no one was following.
“Sweetheart, listen to me very clearly, alright?” You turned to look at him, his tone serious now as he drove through the city streets. “You’re going to check the mirrors, watch every car that you see. Make sure it’s not tailing us.” He instructed. “What are you doing?” You asked quietly. “What I always should have done.” He replied. “Is there anything you need from home?” Spencer asked, not directly answering your question. “Um,” You thought about it for a second. The clothes didn’t matter, they were more your mother’s chosen style for you than your own. None of your expensive perfumes or items really mattered to you, except maybe the books you hid under your bed and the stuffie that Spencer had once given to you. “Only a couple of things.” You told him truthfully. “Right. We’re going to go home, you’re going to collect those things into a bag. No questions in the house, it might be wired. Understood?” “Understood.” You confirmed, heart pounding when you realised exactly what was happening.
What I always should have done. Had Spencer always thought of doing this? How long had this thought been on his mind? Either way, you trusted him with your life and your secrets.
You watched the mirrors the whole way home. There weren’t many cars on the way back. It was too late at night for many people to be around. Nothing tailed you on the way home.
“Ten minutes in the house maximum. I’ll come up with you, we need to stay together.” Spencer told you as he pulled into the driveway. “Alright.” You nodded, waiting until the car stopped and he gave you his okay after checking the surroundings before you got out and walked towards the house. He checked his phone for the house security. It was empty, so he let you in and locked the door before he followed you up the stairs to your room. “Spencer, do you have a jumper?” You asked. “I have plenty.” You nodded. “Can I use one?” “Of course. Do this first.” He said, referring to your packing.
You pulled your books out from under the bed, packing them onto a duffel bag that Spencer had given you and quickly piled in your only stuffies and a few other sentimental items. The rest of it was all things you’d rather leave behind. Spencer gave you a jumper and you dressed quickly into some workout leggings and his jumper while he packed his jumpers and prized comfort clothing into a duffel bag.
Spencer couldn’t deny how cute you looked in his jumper. It was a fairisle jumper, cosy and wintery and it seemed to bring out the warmth in your features more than any of your clothing did. “Wear this. It’ll get cold.” Spencer said, wrapping a thick, warm, wool coat around you and doing it up for you. It made you feel small and cared for and you wanted nothing more than for him to just keep doing that. But there was little time now for the soft touches and sweet glances.
The silence between you lingered. It was tense, but you were comforted by the way that Spencer held you. He kept his arm around you as he took you out of the back entrance of the house. Down at the end of the garden, over the wall was his surveillance car. He’d brought it with him off the record and was sure that it was the safest way for you to travel. Your mother likely knew nothing about it, making it much less easy to track. “Give me your phone, sweetheart.” You did as you were told without question as you approached the car. He opened the back, put both of the bags in and took your phone when you handed it to him. He pulled the sim card out and turned your phone off. “I’ll buy you a new one.” Spencer promised, doing the same with his phone before he disposed of the sim cards.
“Let’s go, get in sweetheart.” Spencer instructed. The car felt new. It even smelled quite new too. The seatbelt on his side was pre-buckled and you wondered why, but you had no mind for questions right now. Your heart raced as he started the car and locked the doors. You both buckled in and you took one last look at the house that you had spent your entire life in, locked up, kept away from everyone and the world, only to be called upon when you needed to make an appearance.
The silence loomed, though this time it was more comfortable. Spencer turned the heat up, put some classical music on and began to drive. “Do I need to check the mirrors?” You asked. “No, sweetheart. I’ll keep us safe.” Spencer reassured you. “Where are we going?” “Out of state to a safehouse.” “Doesn’t my mother know about safehouses?” You asked. “Not if they are owned by the FBI, sweetheart.” He replied. FBI? What did the FBI have to do with a private security detail?
“What are you talking about?” You asked, sitting up in your seat now. “I’m an FBI agent, sweetheart. I wasn’t just sent to be your bodyguard, it was under suspicion for a long time that your mother was partaking in illegal activities, including trafficking.” “Trafficking… As in-.” “Yeah, sweetheart.” He interrupted. He knew you knew what your mother was pulling behind the scenes and he had more than enough evidence now. “That’s why- oh my god, how did I never put two and two together?” You sat back in your seat, overtaken by how much information that was to process. “You’re really FBI?” He chuckled softly, motioning at the glovebox. “Open that and you’ll find your answer, sweetheart.” You opened the glovebox and inside was an envelope. Inside was his badge and identification. “Oh my god. You’ve been undercover all this time? Is your name even Spencer? What about your actual life? Don’t you have a family you’re away from?” You let off the string of questions.
“Sweetheart, I never lied to you, only kept my real job from you for obvious reasons. I’m exactly who you know me to be, I promise.” His voice was sincere, eyes meeting yours for a moment, soft and warm and you knew he was telling you the truth. He was the same Spencer he’d always been. Single, hot and kind but instead of a bodyguard, he was an FBI agent.
“Wait.” You breathed out, gaze finding his badge in your hands, fingers trailing over it. “When this is over, this all ends.” He knew what you meant. That it wasn’t just a case for him to work, that when your mother was caught and you were free from her confines that Spencer would return to work like it was another day at the office and you’d end up somewhere else, alone. “No, sweetheart. Not unless you want it to.” Spencer shook his head. “I’ve been with you for nearly every second for the last two years, I am not throwing that all away just because the case will end.” “Promise?” Your voice was soft and small and shaky and it broke his heart. Spencer reached over as he drove down the motorway, hand resting on your knee, fingers reaching for yours. “I promise, sweetheart.”
The car journey went on for a long time, but Spencer was good company. It was easy to relax when you knew you were safe with someone you trusted and you dozed in and out of a hazy nap that seemed to make chunks of the hours pass by like seconds. And before you knew it, you realised it was light outside and you’d driven all through the night and into midway through the next morning. “Almost there sweetheart.” Spencer informed you, reaching over to pat you awake. You had been in and out of a nap when he spoke and was coherent enough to register his words. “Where are we?” You asked through a yawn. “In Virginia.” Sitting up properly and taking a big stretch, you looked out of the window to see the changing colours of autumn in mottled oranges and reds.
It wasn’t long before Spencer took you off onto a bumpy side road, travelling all the way up the trail towards a small house in a wooded clearing. “Is this the place?” You asked. “Yep. Once we get indoors, I’m going to talk to my team. But I promise I’ll stay with you through everything okay? Every step of this, you’ve got me.”
The house was warm and cosy. The inside was simple but it had everything you needed to be off the grid for a while. Spencer went to put the car in the garage so it was out of sight and he made several security checks and sweeps just in case before he even attempted to make contact with his team. You, on the other hand, were just happy to find that the safe house had a little woodburner and a cosy spot with a bookshelf full of books you’d never read before.
You heard Spencer talking in the other room. You heard him discussing plans and going over what needed to be done and the evidence he’d sent over to them.
But your mind wanted to rest, it wanted to focus on something else and you found yourself things to make a fresh cup of hot coffee and dug a blanket out of the linen closet in the hallway.
“They’re taking care of everything, sweetheart. We just have to stay here for a day or two until the raids are finished.” Spencer said as he walked back into the main room, watching as you poured out hot coffee into two mugs and piled a few biscuits out onto a plate for you to share. “She’s finally being put away.” You breathed out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure how to respond, but your relief and comfort in knowing that someone who had hurt you for so long was going to be put away for good was enough to make him feel at ease for a while.
“We can relax now, sweetheart. Don’t worry about a thing.” “Spence, where do I go after this?” You asked quietly, picking up your mug and bringing it over to the coffee table and sitting down on the sofa. “What happens to me?” “Well, where do you want to be when this is over?” Spencer asked. You paused for a moment, taking a slow sip of your coffee and curling up into the corner of the sofa. You looked so small, so vulnerable as you thought about his question. You couldn’t or wouldn’t meet his eyes as you parted your lips to speak.
“With you.” It came out in a whisper, but you were sure of your answer and so was Spencer. “Baby girl.” His words made you melt, they flustered you and you couldn’t look up as he walked over with his mug, setting it down on the table and sitting beside you. “You want to come with me?” He asked softly. He was sincere, but there was something about the way he spoke to you. He was comforting and  warm and good and you wanted to hold onto that. You only nodded, but it was enough of an answer for Spencer. “Come here.” And he opened his arms for you, letting you fall against his chest, enveloped in his embrace, safe and comfortable and relaxed. “When this is over, you can come with me, if that’s what you want.” He whispered against your hair, pressing a kiss against your temple like he was sealing a promise.
No other words were exchanged for a while. The silence was comforting between you, only touch needed to be heard and understood. All of the unsaid feelings floated to the surface now, quiet and unspoken, but louder than they had ever been.
The night drew in faster than you had expected. And you found yourself with Spencer, warm water running in the shower as he undressed you, fingers soft and gentle as he took you in. He kissed you breathless, lips hot against yours, eager but not urgent. You whimpered, kiss tugging you further into a safe, hazy comfort. There was nothing rushed about it as you stepped into the shower. It was innocent, washing each other, touch speaking more than words could, illustrating the thoughts you’d had for the last two years. You were certain you had fallen for Spencer not long after you met him and you probably had a crush on him since the second you saw him for the first time.
“I’m in love with you, sweetheart. I think I always have been.” Spencer spoke against your lips, his moving against yours, languid and passionate as he soothed lathered, warm soap over your delicate skin. You didn’t have the words to respond, love was not enough to explain how you felt. There was something deeper in your connection. He had done more than love you. He had protected you with his life. And you had spent every second of every day with him for two years, allowing him to see you in your vulnerable moments. He’d seen you cry, he’d seen you in your underwear, he’d accompanied you to try on clothes - granted, he never looked but you always had fantasised that maybe one day he would take you right there, while you were nude right behind him.
It was more than physical attraction. He was smart, you could listen to him ramble all day, listen to him talk about physics and biology and technology and anything that took his interest. He was the only person you could talk to about books that wouldn’t judge you. Spencer was perfect and you wanted to give him your everything. You wanted to share the warmth within you with him and no one else.
It was why you had cried that night outside of the party while that man tried to touch you and talk his way into your bed. You hated him, you could’ve done anything, but you wished and hoped and pleaded with no one in particular that Spencer would find you and stop him and take you himself. That he would make you feel pretty and good and like the best girl in the world. You craved the words good girl that fell from his lips, you craved to hear him laugh at your jokes and your attempts to flirt. You craved him.
“I love you. I love you so much, I need you Spencer.” The words tumbled without a second of hesitation, his low, soft laugh rumbled beneath your hands that rested against his chest. “You need me, baby girl?” You nodded, kissing him when his lips found yours again. “I’m yours, sweet girl. We have all the time in the world.” He whispered. And Spencer was right. For once you did have time. He’d taken you out of the world that had locked you away in a stupid old money estate like some kind of forbidden princess, only allowed out when you needed to remind the city you still existed. But now you were blossoming, flowering into something unique and entirely your own, all because of Spencer.
You didn’t love him because he saved you. You loved him because he made you feel like no other person had ever made you feel. You were properly seen for the first time by him. He saw the depths of your person, the facets of your personality that nobody ever stopped long enough to notice. And he loved you.
It was all a haze as you fell into bed, clothed in clean pyjamas several sizes too big, but it was the most comfortable you had felt in a long time. “Stay with me, please?” You asked. And you only had to ask, because without question, Spencer slipped into bed next to you and pulled the covers over you both.
“Tell me about the other things.” Spencer broke the silence after a moment of laying next to each other in the quiet. You smiled in the dark, cheeks heating with slight embarrassment. “I already know you think I’m pretty, charming and charismatic.” He reminded you. “Your knowledge is very,” You paused, feeling yourself flush with the thought. “Sexy.” You finished, listening to Spencer hum in thought at your words. “I love listening to your rambles. I like your thoughts, I want to know what you think about everything.” You went on. “And what else?” He asked. “Oh, your voice.” You breathed in. “I love your voice. It’s soothing and-.” You cut yourself off. God, you couldn’t just go around revealing all of your random turn ons like this. “And?” He pressed, genuinely curious. “I think you know.” You whispered softly and Spencer let out a breathy laugh next to you. “I think I have an idea.” He said, leaning over to pull you into his arms. “You make me feel like I’m enough. Like I can be who I am and not what my mother wants everyone to see.” You continued, an air of vulnerability to your words, but Spencer just pulled you closer, arms tightening around you. “You are always enough, my sweet girl.” He whispered. “Always.”
The days passed quickly. It was comforting being with Spencer with no one to watch over you, breathing down your neck and demanding things of you. You could be yourself and open up bit by bit to him. You weren’t as afraid and you felt like there were things your mother had done over the years that you could finally say aloud, slowly but surely.
It was only a matter of days before it was all over and when Spencer got the call that your mother and her associates had been successfully incarcerated, he had you both pack up your things and slowly head to his home in Quantico.
“What’s the first thing you want to do when we get home, sweetheart?” Spencer asked as he entered the city, driving through the streets towards his apartment. “A bit of clothes shopping would be good, I didn’t bring much with me.” You replied. “Mm and maybe we should stop for pastries and coffee.” He added. “Can we go to build a bear?” He laughed, but nodded and a smile grew on his lips so wide that you couldn’t help but mirror it. “Yeah, of course we can. Anything else?” “Can I meet that team of yours to thank them?” You asked. “Oh, you don’t need to do that, it’s our job, baby.” “I’d like to say thank you.” You insisted and it didn’t take much for him to fold. He thought it was cute, not to mention, he couldn’t deny you when you looked at him with such sweet doe eyes. “Alright, we’ll stop by the office before we go shopping. But let’s stop at home first, I can’t wait to show you.” He smiled.
There was so much you wanted to do, so much you wanted to say to Spencer, but you had a lifetime to do it now. Nothing stood in the way anymore. And as you got out of the car in front of his apartment building, the pretty old architecture making you take a gasp of excitement, Spencer took your hand in his. “Welcome home, sweetheart.” He kissed you, slow and soft, capturing you in a warmth you had craved since the beginning. This was home. Spencer was your home.
And you were in love.
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chapter fourteen of "meddle about" series brian o'connor x reader
xiv. feelings
*smut ~ oral (f)*
"Everything's falling apart." Y/n sobbed. Y/n's head laid on Mia's chest, feeling her sadness finally flush from her being. Everything she felt about Letty, Brian, Dom's situation, she felt everything finally leave her as she sobbed.
 "It's not, honey." Mia kissed her cousin's head. "Everything's going to be just fine. Shhhh." Mia said, as Y/n hiccuped. 
The youngest Toretto felt a sense of deja vu. She remember herself crying herself to sleep as she laid herself on her cousin's chest. She remember Y/n threading her hands soothingly through her hair, humming some lullaby they used to sing together. 
"I need to go for a walk." Y/n said. She quickly grabbed a hoodie, pulling it over her head. Y/n was always good at this. Moving from one emotion to another. It gave most people whiplash by how fast she could do it. 
"Y/n--" Mia sighed, feeling helpless, as Y/n left. 
Y/n walked about a few blocks before going back. Walking at night wasn't for favorite, but she needed to leave for just a bit. All those memories, all those thoughts of life before, made her feel suffocated, lonely, helpless. 
Y/n caught sight of Dom, Monty, and Brian in the garage, hanging over Dom's charger. Brian's eyes met hers. He could see the sadness and disappointment swimming in them. The sadness and disappointment he made. They held it for just a moment before she tucked her hands into her hoodie and walked into the house. 
He quickly went after her, needing to make things right. He wanted her, needed her. He could hear her sniffles and pants of frustration as she made herself a cup of tea. 
"Hey." he said softly, turning her towards him. He brushed his fingertips along her smooth cheek. His hand trailed to the back of her head, pulling her into a kiss. 
She couldn't help but calm down. She felt everything leave her body, everything around her wasn't existent anymore, it was only her and him. She couldn't believe he was the thing she needed. The thing that screwed everything up, helped bring everything back together. 
They pulled away, looking at each other with so much love an adoration. Y/n then wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling back into a kiss. This one a little more chilling, a little more hot. 
Brian's hands wondered her body, exploring the person he's longed for for so long. His hands wondered down, lifting her up onto the counter, pushing anything that was in the way, as their tongues explored each other. 
Y/n pulled his head back, making him look at her with concern. "Is everything okay?" he asked.
"Yeah." Y/n whispered, her eyes not leaving his face. "I just wanna move this to my room."
She gave him one more excited peck before hopping off the counter. She took his hand, leading him through the house and upstairs to her room. 
As soon as they crossed the threshold, Brian's body was pushed against the door, Y/n's hands exploring it as she put her lips back onto his. Y/n helped push off his grey zip-up and shirt, leaving his top bare. 
After a few moments of making out against the door, Brian softly pushed her back, leading her to her already messy bed. 
Y/n fell back with a giggle, making Brian smile as he climb on top of her. He leaned down, kissing her neck softly. 
"Brian," Y/n let out a soft moan, making his confidence and his dick grow.
"Shh." Brian said, pulling back just a moment. "Don't want anyone hearing us, right?"
"Don't stop, please." Y/n whispered.
"Wasn't planning on it, babe." Brian said, leaning back to help pull off her hoodie, t-shirt, and bra. "God, you're beautiful." he said, his lips going back to her skin. His head trailed down, stopping here and there to suck in hickeys. 
He pulled back again to help pull off her jeans before going in and leaving marks on her thighs. Brian trailed up. Y/n placed a hand over her mouth as he placed a few kisses on her clothed clit. He then hooked a finger on underwear and pulled it down, leaving her completely naked. 
"Is this okay?" Brian asked, his blue eyes trailing up her body before connecting with her eyes. "Can I continue?"
"Yes. Please." 
Brian didn't need to be told again as he didn't waste a moment before going in. Y/n bit her lip, trying as hard as she could to not be loud as he licked and sucked her pussy. 
Y/n tried dating a few times, and even hooked up with a few but nobody could ever compare to Brian. The feeling he gave her as he went down on her has never ever surfaced when she was with anyone else. 
Soon, Y/n felt a warm feeling pool in her stomach as her thighs started to shake. Brian groaned as he felt her thighs clench around his head. The vibrations of his mouth, sent her over the edge. Y/n bit her lip hard, on the brink of breaking skin, making sure she didn't make any noises to attract anyone in the house. She let out a shaky sigh, feeling herself calm down, as Brian kissed back up her body until meeting her lips once more. 
"Is it your turn now?" Y/n asked, giving him a smile, as she trailed her hand down his naked torso.
"Not tonight, baby, I just wanna focus on you." he said, giving her a kiss behind her ear, as he unbuckled his belt. 
Monty and Mia were already saying their goodbyes to Dom when Y/n and Brian made it outside. 
"How do you say good-bye to your only brother?" Mia said. 
"You don't." Dom answered. Mia nodded slightly. "Come here."
Dom pulled Mia into a hug. He gave her temple a kiss as Brian wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side. Once they pulled away, Dom looked over Mia's shoulder. 
"Come here." He opened his arms, welcoming Y/n into them. She smiled walking out of Brian's arms and into her cousin's. He kissed the side of her head, just like Mia. 
Once they said their finally goodbyes, Brian and Dom got into their cars before speeding away. 
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This part is dedicated to @ghostdoodlen who makes wonderful art and @kitsun369 for suggesting the idea
“Oh no.” The color on Marinette’s face slowly drains. “Oh no. What happened?”
“Zatanna happened,” Damian deadpans. 
It looks like the mighty karma has smote them, granting them the same predicament they had their brothers suffering in before. Dick, Jason, Tim, and Stephanie have become toddlers, and are currently unleashing a storm inside the manor. And Alfred is nowhere to be found. 
Marinette’s jaw drops. A small Jason engulfed in his big leather jacket is trying to wrestle handguns out of Damian, even resorting to biting his brother. Tim is asleep face first on a bowl of oatmeal and Marinette rushes to take his head off from it. Stephanie is in a sugar high from purple candy, jumping and running around. 
“Where’s Dick?” Marinette asks frantically, wiping Tim’s face with a paper towel. 
“Where do—Todd! Don’t you dare—where do you think?” 
As if on cue, a squeal sounds out from the chandelier. 
“Hell no.” Marinette rushes from the kitchen and scampers up to get Dick from the ceiling. He starts to cry when she pries his chubby fingers from the chandelier. 
“This isn’t a place to play, Dick.” She sighs and delivers the toddler next to Tim. Dick likes cereal . . . wait can he even eat cereal? She sighs again and fishes out a juicebox from the fridge. 
“Get off me you demons!” Damian yells. Jason and Steph are ganging up on him, climbing up his tall figure and pulling at his clothes and hair. 
“Graaaahhh!” Jason hits Damian’s nose with his small fist repeatedly. 
Meanwhile, Marinette dives after Tim, who’s trying to reach for the coffee pot. He wails when she tells him that he can’t drink coffee and squirms out of her hold to run elsewhere. Marinette groans, takes Dick just in case he climbs high places again, and runs to follow Tim. 
“How long until the effect wears off?!” 
“Twenty four hours at most!” Damian replies. 
“Tim! No!” Marinette gasps when the boy manages to open up the entrance to the Batcave. 
Bonus
Marinette coos as she fixes the tie on little Jason. He tugs at it lightly before going back to his Jane Austen book (which he's somehow reading upside down). 
"They're so cute!" Her eyes sparkle. The kids are lined up thanks to some Alfred-induced miracle. 
Stephanie's blonde mop of hair is tied into two pigtails by purple ribbons. She's rocking a purple dress Marinette made herself, with matching purple flats. Beside her, Jason has a pair of glasses, a long coat that belongs to Bruce, and a book prop. His hair is slicked back to book-smart perfection. Meanwhile, Tim is wearing a simple outfit with suspenders. His chubby hands tug at the beret on top of his head. 
Lastly, the brave and shameless Dick insisted on wearing a baby-sized Robin costume as an ode to his roots. 
Marinette runs to where Damian is standing at the side. Alfred fixes the camera in front of the kids. "Ready, and smile, please." 
"They grow up so fast," Marinette mock-sniffles. 
"They're technically older than us," Damian says monotonously. 
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Another cockwarming with Kurt thought
Just him having been so needy for you that day. It’s pretty early on into you two being together, and Kurt basically crawls to your home, immediately throwing himself into your arms, and just stammering about how stressful his day was. Without really saying much at all, just repeating the same defeated things, as he tries not to sob about it. But Kurt is very pussy drunk. He knew that was his brand new personality trait, as soon as he had his first encounter with you. Even as Kurt’s mumbling small complaints into your chest, you can feel his chub slightly growing against your leg. Just half soft. When Kurt realises he’s already started to need you, he leans up, wet lips, from only a couple of tear drops, trembling as he gives you a kiss, humming in a soothed way when you kiss him back.
You ask if he’d like some help, a distraction, and Kurt nods. You ask if he wants a blowjob, and he shakes his head. He just wants to be inside you. Please? He just wants to be inside you. Kurt feels like that’ll fix all his problems right now.
He still preps you though, nice and sweetly. You buck up into Kurt, rubbing against him, because he’s still cuddling on top of you, but you think he’d prefer you making some of the movements, just at first. Mix that in with the kissing, and Kurt’s constant praises of how much he loves you, how much he wants you, how he needs you so much, you soon start to shimmy off your pants. Helping Kurt with his own, as he sniffles above you, no tears anymore, moving up onto his tanned arms as he watches you undo his belt. The silence of the metal in the room, but accompanied by your breathing, is something Kurt holds very dear.
You and Kurt both take hold of his dick, and Kurt starts pushing inside you, groaning at the tightness of your walls. He hopes you’re okay, because you’ve only had sex together a few times, but Kurt’s always eaten you out before you have. And Kurt is pretty girthy. Above average length, but quite thick. You’d told him so, it’d made his heart beat so fast when you said it the first time, and then you held him there. You’re groaning at the initial shove, but in pleasure, so Kurt feels good, knowing you’re alright.
Kurt pushes in until he’s fully slotted inside you. And a wanting moan escapes his lungs. Kurt collapses on top of you immediately. His body hot, and weighted, just a mess on top of you, as Kurt pants lightly. He just felt so... warm. So connected. You were so warm, and wet, and fit so well agaisnt his dick, like you were made for him. It just made Kurt feel so secure. He stays there for minutes. Unmoving, hands wrapped around you, and face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, small sighs leaving him occasionally. Including whenever you touched him, whether that was stroking his hair, rubbing his freckled and very tense back, circling your fingertips on his arms, even tilting your head to the side to domestically kiss whatever part of his head you could. Kurt just stayed, soaking in you. Letting his cock throb and throb and throb inside your pussy, but not painfully. Just... just like it was right.
Eventually, Kurt reverses his behind a little, just to feel what it‘ll be like. He hisses through his teeth, as air attacks his base not surrounded by your cunt, by your ring of white that kept the two of you sealed. He pushes back in, loving the movement of your pussy against him as he does, feeling how you two fit together so perfectly, like a glove. He stays a couple of extra minutes cockwarming you. Letting his brain go blank, his breath hot against your neck as he just feels... Feeling his dick, perfectly soaked inside your warm cunt, stuffed like it’s at home, and another reminder that you two were made for each other. That you love Kurt, just as much as he loves you. He can feel you pressing a peck to his hair even now, even though he knows it’s a little greasy.
Eventually, Kurt pulls back a little bit again. Whining, because of how much better he feels when he’s inside you, but also he feels so good doing this. And watching you breathe out that low gasp, after so long of being filled and teased and still, laying under him as that noise escapes your chest... Kurt wants to make you feel that good again.
It’s like an animal mating as he finally fucks you. He keeps you as close to his body as possible, sealing your legs behind his by moving your thighs, and keeping his chest pressed firmly into yours. His body shadowing over your own, like he doesn’t want anybody else to disturb you two. His hands holding you because that’s all he wants to do, as both of you gaze into each other’s eyes, with mouths in open ‘o’ shapes, panting with each other, at how close and hot you two are, while you’re finally fucking again.
The only words are being hurried and hushed, in the small space between your bodies, “I love you” “I love you so much” “I love you baby”. Little whispers for only the two of you, as Kurt finally lets his cock run up and down your walls. Massaging them so perfectly, as he feels them getting even wetter around him. Crying out when he feels your pussy spasming even tighter around him now. Both of you gasping moans that are almost cries when he hits that spongy spot inside you. Kurt working hard to hit it over and over again.
And once Kurt has cum, followed by your own high, and strings of “I love you”s collapsing from both your lips, Kurt moves forward one last time, and gently lays on you again. Blinking his eyes tiredly as you stroke his back once more, pressing his cheek into yours, and resting it there against you. As he keeps his cock safely inside you. Sealing him and his mess inside your walls. Which you can feel resting inside you, right where you feel Kurt’s stomach pressing into yours. How sticky, and hot, and wet, and full you are inside. And how much you know Kurt doesn’t want to leave, how you don’t want him to pull out either. You both manage a peck, sweaty lips from proximity and exercise barely tasted, as the sides of your cheeks rest softly against each other, and you hold Kurt inside. You let him stay warming you, for just a bit longer
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hotaru987-the-2nd · 3 years
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Saw a post about Nagi breeder balls from the one and only @4kh​ and I was like hmmm, bet! I got you fam!
DNI if a minor please! You will be insta blocked if you don’t have ages in bio! Or some indication you aren’t a minor.
warnings: Breeder balls!Nagi x f!reader, breeding kink........idk lol
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You panted heavily, croaking out broken moans and cries, arms wrapped around your pinned legs to dig nails into the muscular back of the man fucking, long, languorous strokes into your sore pussy. With very drag, you felt each vein snaking down his cock, like it was perfectly made to hit every spot that had your breath hitching and eyes tearing. He didn’t move fast, but at an even pace and each time he reached so deep, and with your knees to your ears you felt everything.
Soft tresses of snow white strands tickled the bottom of your chin as lips, hot, soft and passionate mouthed at your neck and chest. Pulling your welcoming flesh between his teeth until a faint sting of pain made you whine, only to be instantly replaced by the pleasure of the bulbous head of his thick cock, punching the entrance of your cervix. “N-na....m’fuck, s’good...More, Nagi please...ugh-”
Nagi picked his head up, face flushed, eyes dropping lazily in pleasure but teal eyes glowing in the light of the blue moon, sharp and intense, as they zeroed in on the way your face twisted in both pain and pleasure. Years of training had finally landed Nagi on the professional soccer stage, but that meant having to leave his pretty little wife for days on end -- Nagi sighed, gut flexing and hips trembling as his dick twitched hard in your cunt with each spurt of cum that made its home in your womb. But he didn’t stop, fucking you through his orgasm until he felt your soft, gummy walls fluttering in time to your growing rambles of ‘yes, gonna cum...fuck...s’big...Nagi…’, before your eyes widened and entire body jerk as much as it could pinned under his heavy, and solid body. 
You giggled drunkenly as Nagi kissed you sloppily, before pulling back with a small smile. He loved seeing you like this, mind gone with nothing but thoughts of being fucked full of his cum. His little breeding cow to dump his cum into whenever he wanted. Nagi pulled out hissing slightly as he did, cock bobbing under its own weight. The dark red tip, down to the base of curly white hairs was covered in a mix of your slick and his cum, thick white string breaking once he was too far away---
“N-no….” You sniffled, trying to wiggle your hips to entice him back inside. ‘N-not enough. Need more of your cum.”
Nagi chuckled, finger swiping at your puffy red lips, smirking at how you jumped. You were over sensitive, twitched at the slightest touches but still cried for more. His eyes dropped down to the thick globs of his 4th load oozing from your sloppy pussy. ‘I know baby. Been away too long...Haven’t bred my pretty baby for a while.” 
You nodded dumbly, a pout on your face. “Y-yeah, wanna be bred...wanna have your babies and be your good little housewife.” Nagi shuddered, balls swinging heavy with his seed just waiting to fill you up. “You want me to fuck a baby in you that bad, hmm? Just a little cum dump for me to use, yeah--mm, shit--don’t worry. Imma give you want you--ahh--what you want.” 
Your mouth fell open in a scream as he was suddenly pitoning his hips against you, back flexing with each thrust as he seemed to use his entire body to pleasure you. Nagi dropped his forehead against yours, as your lips met for a few kisses but the fierceness of his pace made it impossible to continue. Your pleasure grew with each grunt spilling from Nagi’s normally quiet demeanor. ‘Fuck...take it-shit, just a slut aren’t you…”
‘Yes! M’j-just your cum slut-ahh! Please, please, please-” You babbled not even sure what you were saying any more. But you were lost to pleasure long before this. Nagi paused only a moment to sit back on his knees, hands in the crease of your knees to keep you right where he wanted you before starting again, somehow harder than before. He tried to focus on the way your eyes crossed, mouth open and tongue out in fucked-out bliss, but he couldn’t keep his eyes open with the way you were squeezing him like a damn vice. Only able to peak briefly at the milky cream of your orgasms coloring the base of his cock. Moaning deeply at the sight then letting himself get lost in the feel of you.
Though you just came, your 5th - 6th?, 7th? -- you didn’t know at this point, was clawing in your belly. And he was literally fucking your insides so hard you could taste him with every breath. Or maybe that was just the lingering taste of having him down your throat earlier in the night, playing with his low hanging sac that was seemed to never be lacking in semen for your greedy body to accept. You loved sucking on them, just having them in your mouth while he would jerk off over you. But for now his perfect breeder balls slapped your ass with a pussy throbbing sting, with every sink of his hips.
“N-nagi...Na...nagi...ahh!” You cried out with your release, white blanketing your sight for what felt like seconds. But when you came to Nagi, still hard inside of you, had released your legs and was massaging them. You returned his smile with a tired one of your own. 
“Had a good nap?” He lifted your leg to kiss your inner knee before leaning down into your open arms, melting into the warm embrace he has come to call home after so many years. 
‘How long was I out?” You inquired, kissing the tip of his nose to which he reciprocated, making you giggle “Not long...You seemed tired…”
“Yeah, but cant say the same for you.” You rolled your hips teasingly, watching at the fading lust in his eyes reigniting. He hmm’ed softly, lips running up the curve of your neck and to your ear. “It’s because I’m always conditioned to play overtime.”
You snorted rather unattractively at the poorly timed soccer reference, but it turned into a small gasp when your positions were reversed and you were staring down at your only too beautiful husband. The moon illuminating his sweaty hair like a halo, but darkening the hedonistic hunger in his eyes that sinfully tempted you.
“But this time, let’s switch the offense. Besides, I know you haven’t been filled enough yet. Have you?” He pushed lightly at your stomach, and though completely plugged by his cock you were so stuffed with cum that some of it escaped around your stretched little cunt. You moaned at the feeling. Nagi could be so sweet, and caring one moment and then literally a sex fiend the other. You were so sore, your pussy, body and muscles pleading with you to just sleep. But with his girthy cock still stretching you out, and the slimy fluids between your thighs that should’ve made you cringe only licked at the flames twisting in your gut. Nagi tilted his head slightly with a smug smirk, thick hands resting on your hips.
“That’s my girl. Now, get moving.”
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The Surrogate [pt.2]
Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Summary: Your regular visits to Bucky have you growing closer but you hold back from letting yourself feel anything more than friendship until a visit from Nat changes that. Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, oral (both receiving) WC: 3182 Set after Civil War, just before Infinity War and after End Game.
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Wakanda, early 2018
Dainty hands came to rest on your growing belly and you smiled as you woke to Nat knelt beside your bed, wearing your hoodie she must have stolen at some point.
“You’re back.” You hummed sleepily before making space for her to climb in the big bed. “How did it go?”
“Oh, you know, same old same old.”
She masterfully evaded giving you any real answer but you knew it must have gone fairly smoothly as she didn’t have the haunted look in her eyes she got when things went bad. She pressed her front to yours and you let your arm come to rest on her waist and let her imagine the bump was in her stomach and not yours.
“I heard what Bucky did for you two.” She said with a sniffle and dropped her forehead to yours. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost either of you.”
Your lips tipped up at the mention of his name before you sighed. “I should have been paying more attention. I'm sorry.”
“So, you and Bucky huh?” She asked as she pushed your shirt up and felt the stretching skin beneath her palm, waiting for some movement but so far only you could feel the flutters.
“Gross, I’m pregnant.” You laughed with a shake of your head. “It would be weird.”
“I haven’t seen you interested in anyone since I met you, if you like him you should tell him. Do you like him?”
“I like his company.” You answered, praying the baby would make a proper kick so its mother would be distracted. “He’s pretty funny in a surly, sarcastic kind of way.”
A small laugh was already trying to sneak its way past your lips as you remembered your visit the other day.
“You do like him!” She grinned. “Look, I know you don’t need it but if it's something you need to hear, you have my permission.”
“Permission for what exactly?” You quirked your eyebrow and watched a sly smile grow on her face.
“Do you want the answer in graphic terms or euphemisms? Because I will happily do either. Just be careful, I don’t need his super soldier dick breaking your waters because he’s so strong.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Nat!” You gasped and sat up. “I don’t even know what to say to that…”
“What? Sex is natural, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” She smirked. “I used to go to these private clubs when I went too long without any-”
“Ok, thank you, Nat, I appreciate the thought.” You managed to say as your face heated up and you felt the need to pull the sheets back up over your face.
“He may only have one arm but I’m sure he knows exactly how to use it.”
She laughed at the strangled sound that fell from your lips before getting out of your bed.
“I have to go but I’ll be back for the 20 week scan.” She promised, leaning in long enough to press a kiss to your forehead then whisper foreign words to your bump before disappearing as fast as she arrived.
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Every time you saw Bucky now you couldn’t help but be reminded of Natasha’s words, they had been playing on your mind for weeks as you traipsed your way to his place, especially when he was expanding his garden and uprooting entire trees one handed.His bicep muscles bulged as his large hand wrapped around the trunks and toppled them down and all you could imagine was how else he used that hand. Goddammit Nat, as if my hormones were not already messed up enough. You shook the thought from your head and followed the path Bucky had scythed out of the grass for you since the snake incident.
“I think you have earned a break.” You said as you held up the bag of food you had brought.
You were treated to a smile that you hadn’t seen him give anyone else and felt the warm fluttering of butterflies in your belly as he went to the water's edge and washed the sweat from his face. He took the bag from your hand even though it wasn’t very heavy and led the way inside his hut. You looked around the room and noticed small changes that brought a fresh smile to your lips, especially the addition of a second cushion at the table.
“Smells amazing.” He said before he opened the bag. “I haven’t had a scone since my mom made them for Steve and I.”
“Your sense of smell is that sensitive?” You asked with a pitchy voice, suddenly hyper aware of the long walk you had taken to get there.
“Don’t worry, you smell good.” He chuckled before clearing his throat as he realised his words and returning to focus on opening the jar of jam with his fingers.
He was so self reliant that he would struggle through a task rather than asking for help but you didn’t think it was entirely due to stubbornness but born from being alone for so long. Placing your jacket on the hook screwed into the clay, you went to his side and held the jar so he could twist the lid off.
“I could’ve done it myself.” He frowned as he looked at you holding it.
“I know, but you don’t have to.” You said, reaching out to tuck back the long strands of hair that fell over his face.
His face was so close to yours that you couldn’t breathe and you wished he would close the distance and just kiss you. The baby had other plans as you felt the first real kick that sent your eyes wide and your jaw dropping.
“Are you alright?” Bucky asked with a sharp stab of concern as he saw you hand shoot to your stomach.
You didn’t even think, you just grabbed his arm and pressed his hand to your stomach and laughed as the kicks registered in his eyes. His eyebrows shot up his forehead and his lips broke apart with a wide, toothy smile as he felt the bumps prodding into his hand.
“Woah, never felt that before.”
The somersaults in your stomach were not entirely due to the kicks you were getting but mostly because Bucky’s hand was still resting on your skin, having brushed your shirt up to get even closer, and his calloused thumb was drawing small circles. You swallowed down the words that tempted you to break the silence but you didn’t want anything to disturb this moment as you looked into his fiercely blue eyes.
“Ay, white wolf.” Usso, a local man called from outside.
Your eyes shut with annoyance at the world and a huff that was echoed by Bucky as his hand fell away from your skin.
“Can’t catch a break.” Bucky muttered under his breath as he stepped back and went to see what his neighbour wanted.
You followed them outside and found the rainy season had stuck Usso’s cart in mud, Bucky giving you an apologetic look before setting off down the path to help pull it out. You took the disappearance of your biggest distraction to lay out two plates and prepared the scones that you had been craving. Curses announced Bucky’s arrival back and you frowned when his voice disappeared again, curious, you went outside to look for him.
Your breath caught in your lungs as you watched Bucky drop his shuka to the grassy bank and step into the water to wash the mud that practically covered him head to toe. You couldn’t look away if you tried and when he turned around to face you, you could do nothing but stare back. His hand gathered the water, cupping it and dropping it across his bare chest so it ran in streaks down his abs and over his thighs and you cursed that he still wore modern boxer briefs.
Your eyes burned as you reached the second minute without blinking and you desperately wished you were out there in the water with him, running your hands over his body and washing him clean. Your legs clenched together as another wave of desire left a pool gathering in your panties and you reminded yourself that oxygen was necessary to survive as he stepped out of the water and straight towards you.
“You’re staring, doll.” He said as he stopped in front of you, dirty shuka held beneath his white knuckled fist.
“Sorry.” You managed to whip back as you licked your dry lips. “That’s your thing.”
His lips teased you with a smirk and you felt the cool drips of water run down your arm as he leant forward, his wet hair falling over your shoulder.
“I don’t mind.”
He was already walking back to his hut before your baby brain could connect what he had said and what you thought he meant by it, what you hoped he meant by it. Disappointment hit you as you entered his home and found he had already draped a fresh shuka over his body, a look you couldn’t quite hide in time before he caught it. Any hope of what you thought might happen was doused as he took a seat on the cushion and patted the one he had made for you.
You were absolutely stuffed after two scones, with the room in your stomach being slowly encroached by a little human, and you sat back against the clay wall to rest as Bucky scarfed back almost all of the rest. You couldn’t stop the small giggle bubbling from your lips as the cream you had whipped caught on the short hairs above his lips, his tongue flicking out to try to gather it up.
“Here.” You smiled as you leant forward and caught the cream on your thumb.
Almost as if he could sense you hadn’t thought beyond getting it off his face, he took hold of your wrist and raised it back to his mouth, tongue leisurely swiping along your thumb until it was clean. “Breathe, y/n.”
Your chest shuddered as you took a shaky breath and laughed as he broke the intense stare, the familiar heat rising up your neck as you looked away. You busied your hands by gathering the empty plates and wrapping up the few remaining scones for Bucky to have later when you felt his presence behind you. You weren’t sure how long you could keep visiting when you could barely function in his presence but the thought of not seeing him sent nausea rolling in your stomach.
“Thank you.” He said quietly as he placed his hand low on your back and you automatically leant into the touch after complaining about the sciatica pain. “Is it still sore?”
You nodded, not trusting your voice as his hand began to massage your back, his super strength applying the pressure you couldn’t do yourself when you tried to ease the pain. A deep moan fell from your parted lips as you felt the pain ease for the first time since it appeared weeks earlier. It felt so good that you gripped the bench that held his kitchen supplies and pushed your hips back against his touch, feeling the hard press of his erection across your ass.
“Bucky?” You asked breathlessly and waited for his soft groan to let you know he was listening as neither of you moved. “Would it make things weird if I said my hormones have made me really…needy?”
“You need me?” He asked, sounding a little startled as his hand stopped massaging your back.
“Like really bad.” You nodded as you looked over your shoulder shyly. “Please?”
You practically whined as he pulled away and the absence left a heaviness in your chest you hadn’t expected to feel so soon. As quick as the sound left your lips you were spun around and his lips were on yours, soft and full beyond imagination and you moaned as his tongue slipped across your lips begging access. You opened to him completely as his arm curled around your back and his hand came to rest on your nape, controlling the kiss as your mind went blank to everything but him.
“How long have you been wanting this?” He asked as he began the tantalisingly slow path back up your neck.
You couldn’t lie when his tongue left your thoughts scrambled and you buried your fingers in his hair like you had been having the urge to do since the moment you met him. “Since Germany.”
A growl rumbled in his throat, sending a bolt of lightning straight to your core, and he pulled your body flush to his, his single arm able to easily support you as he walked back to the mattress on the floor. Your fingers were already working to untie the knot of his shuka when he reached his bed and you raised your arms as he tugged your shirt over your head. There wasn’t any time to feel self conscious about your changing body but you didn’t need to worry as his blue eyes bled to black and his lip was pulled between his teeth.
“So beautiful.” He murmured sweetly in your ear as he kissed the sweet spot beneath it and pushed your bra down so he could roll a stiff peak in his fingers.
“Ahh!” You cried out as you realised just how sensitive they were now and swore you almost came from the touch alone. “Oh, god, that feels so good.”
He reached back to unclip your bra as his tongue took over the delicious assault on your nipple and your knees grew weak as your pussy painfully clenched around nothing. Needing to feel more of him, your hands trailed down his chest until you reached the band of his boxers and you hooked in your fingers to push them down his hips. His mouth pulled away from your breasts panting as you stroked his hard length and felt the silken beads of pre-cum rolling down the veins that lined his cock.
“Fuck, y/n, harder.” He guided as he wrapped his hand around yours and showed you how tight he wanted your grip.
He dropped your hand as you squeezed him and his deep moan filled your ear before you dropped to your knees. His eyes fluttered open as he saw you knelt below him and he shook his head and stopped your strokes.
“Ladies first.” He said as he watched the confusion spread across your face. “Lay down, doll.”
You did as you were told, greedy for the orgasm that awaited you, and laid down on his thin, hard mattress that felt surprisingly good on your sore back. His hand popped the button on your jeans and you raised your hips so he could pull them off your legs, discarding them across the room with your drenched panties following. You could already see the look of appreciation radiating from his face as he took in every inch of your body laid before him and he brushed your legs apart so he could see your glistening core.
“So fucking wet for me.” He grinned as he settled himself between your legs, balanced on his elbow so he could slip in his fingers inside your dripping folds and curl them within you. “Oh, god, you are perfec-”
His words were lost as his lips pressed sloppy kisses to your clit and his tongue teased salacious circles around the bundle of nerves. Your legs were threatening to close around him as he started to curl his fingers over your g-spot and in time with his kitten licks on your clit, cries of pleasure filling the small room as he brought you closer to the edge of bliss. You needed something to hold and you reached for his hair, holding it tight and out of the way of his face so you could see his blue orbs roll up to look at you as he pushed you over the edge.
“Fuck, Bucky, that’s so fucking good, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”
You fell back into his pillow as waves of pleasure crashed over you and your pussy gripped his fingers tight, hips rolling as you rode out every lick and suck he was willing to give you. Over sensitive and completely sated you released your hold on his hair and collapsed as your head spun. His proud chuckle sent a fresh shiver across your skin and you watched his beard drip with your cum as he rose between your legs.
“I love hearing my name fall from those pretty lips.” He said as he knelt between your legs, stroking his cock that was dripping big beads out of the swollen tip.
“I can do other things with these lips too.” You said as you sat up and began to push him back into the mattress. “My turn.”
He mirrored your place just moments earlier and you knelt between his legs, gravity sending the warm pool of moisture between your legs running down your thighs. His back arched as soon as your lips pressed to his tip and the moan that followed spurred you to waste no time as you took him in your mouth. The heady scent of the cum that had escaped sent you wild and you just had to taste more of him.
“Christ, never felt anything so good.” He purred as he laced his hand in your hair and guided you up and down his cock.
You pressed your tongue flat across his shaft as you hallowed your cheeks and his hips bucked and jerked at the suction.
“Fuck, gonna cum.” He groaned as you felt his cock swell even more before the hot ropes of his cum filled your mouth.
You swallowed him down as you continued to milk him into a twitching mess and pulled away to wipe the spit that was running down your chin. His chest was heaving as he lay with his arm cast aside and his cock resting long between his legs. There wasn’t a more perfect sight you had ever seen.
“C’mere, doll.” He said as he nodded to his arm and you crawled into the narrow space left on his mattress, wondering if like with the cushions and the plates, whether he would now get a bigger bed.
“This isn’t going to be weird now, is it?” You asked as you curled into his side, draping a leg over his and your palm resting on his chest.
“Do you regret it?” He asked apprehensively as his fingers stopped tracing your spine.
“No, god no.” You hurried to respond before he worried. “Wish we did this weeks ago.”
“Good.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead so you looked up at him, then he kissed your lips until you forgot what you were talking about. “It isn’t weird.”
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A/N: so I'm guessing this will be either 3 or 4 parts, we will seen what happens as I write it lol
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