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MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Twenty Six-Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

Tags: 18+, SMUT, PIV, Multiple Orgasm, Dirty Talk, Jealousy, Toxic Behaviours, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Slight Voyeurism , Possessive Behaviours, Masochism, Sadism, Semi-Public Sex, Begging, Handjob, Fingering, Kissing, Gun!Play, Angst.

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Forty minutes.

Forty whole fucking minutes. Could you survive that? Could you withstand the intensity of locking eyes with Theodore while out on the dance floor--fully aware that in a mere forty minutes, you'd be ditching him for his best friend, who would undoubtedly have his tongue halfway down your fucking throat within seconds? Amongst other parts of him?

Surely, you thought, initially. Surely, you could navigate this without a damn hitch.

And yet, as the seconds ticked away, the problems seemingly multiplied, each one more intricate than the last. Did your strategic dance around the room, weaving between curtains and moving with the rhythm of the crowd, make you a coward? Or were you simply just a troubled girl, trying to avoid an explosive drama?

Cursing Emily and her carefree advice, you acknowledged that her fearless disposition most likely wouldn't have flinched at such a predicament. However, you, caught in a tumult of conflicting emotions and uncertainties, found the prospect far more overwhelming than you thought you would.

And as thirty-five minutes finally fucking ticked away, urgency propelled you across the room, each step hastening toward the bathroom as if evading a blazing fire.

The door swung open, revealing a sanctuary of stark white tiles and dimmed lighting. Your breaths resonated in the confined space, a palpable blend of anticipation and trepidation saturating the air. In the mirror, you appraised yourself, eyes reflecting the tempest swirling within. The bathroom, a cocoon of silence, seemed to pulse with your internal turmoil.

Every moment lingered like a suspended breath, the minutes stretching thin as you awaited Mattheo's arrival. Each heartbeat echoed in the quiet space, the air electrified with the promise of an electric encounter, a typical mix of ecstasy and chaos that Mattheo was known to cause.

And then, before you could even process it, the bathroom door creaked open, prompting you to look up. Despite having only been in there for about 30 seconds, Mattheo smoothly glided into the room. You caught his dark eyes in the mirror, wasting no time before his intense gaze locked onto you, and with a practiced motion, he secured the door shut and locked it behind him.

"Matt-"

He shook his head, his voice cutting through the air, low and deep. "Quiet, Raven."

Mattheo closed the distance with deliberate steps, his predatory focus narrowing onto you. Hunger radiated from his eyes, an intensity that filled the room. As his gaze swept over you from head to toe, the air thickened, and the sound of your heart pounding echoed in the confined space, a rhythmic accompaniment to the charged atmosphere.

"Turn around," Mattheo commanded, his voice authoritative and husky, laced with a potent blend of desire. "Face me."

The air seemed to hum with anticipation as you slowly spun around, obedient to his directive. His eyes, now intensified with lust, burned into the exposed curves of your form, claiming every inch with an intensity that left no doubt about the restrained fervor filling the room. Mattheo circled around you, his predatory nature manifesting in every calculated step. The fabric of his black suit jacket strained against the contours of his strong shoulders, emphasizing the raw power that simmered beneath the surface.

His eyes, dark pools of desire, moved with precision, taking in the sight of your body adorned in the tight red dress. The sharp lines of his jaw tightened as he absorbed the visual feast before him, a hunger burning in his gaze that echoed the primal instincts of a predator closing in on its prey.

And then, he stopped behind you, his hand coming up to graze your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lips, softly tugging down your bottom one before releasing it.

And with his mouth grazing your ear, he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you senseless."

Your lungs stalled, and you turned your head slightly, trying to glimpse him from over your shoulder. "I'd like to see you try."

Without another word, Mattheo snatched your hips, spinning you over and shoving you onto the counter as his lips smothered yours. The flame that had ignited in the ballroom instantly roared to life, drenched in the fuel of your connection, setting your skin ablaze with need. Your fingers instantly dove into his hair, wringing around his luscious curls, and he groaned, slipping his tongue into your mouth, a large hand coming to cup your head, to trap you there, the other coasting up and down your side.

Your legs spread for him, welcoming him, cunt already throbbing in anticipation. For a brief second, you pushed away, running your hands over his sophisticated chest, taking a moment to admire him, to soak in how absolutely fucking beautiful he looked. Mattheo did the same, seeming new, somehow, a reverent awe in his gaze--not just feral, but tormented, needing to have you in his arms.

"Fuck, Raven..." he breathed, his voice a low, husky cadence. "I don't even know where to fucking touch you first because I want all of you...I need all of you at once..."

"Gods...you look so fucking good, Mattheo..." you murmured, a smirk playing on your lips as you let your gaze travel up his body, meeting his intoxicating brown eyes. "You clean up deliciously well for a man with such a reckless reputation."

"Hm," Mattheo huffed, fingers moving with a delicate precision over the fabric of your dress, gliding sensuously along the curves of your hips. "You're cute when you're nice to me, Raven..."

Playfully, you inquired, your fingers tracing a teasing path across his chest, "And what am I when I'm mean to you?"

His devilish smirk grew. "Hot as fuck."

"You're a bloody masochist..." you whispered through a smirk of your own, your voice merely a breath as your hands found his shoulders. "Kiss me, you piece of shit."

His lip twitched, and without any hesitation he kissed you again, jerking you closer, sucking in air through his nose while his tongue swirled over yours. Whimpering, you caressed his shoulders, up his neck, finding his hair once more, fingers teasing the warm shell of his ears. At this, his back crested, and he moaned, pitching forward, nearly shoving you into the sink as he trembled.

A shiver shook you from the base of your spine, and you curled your legs around him, core clenching hard. Your hips rolled forward, seeking his touch, and he grazed your pussy over your underwear, thumb ghosting your clit through the fabric. You squeaked, and he silenced you with his mouth, tugging at the fabric until he'd fit his thick fingers under the hem.

Mattheo peeled away, gasping, watching you as he slid a finger through your hot slit, his breath hitching. "So fucking wet for me," he murmured. "And all mine..." He dragged a slickened digit over your clit, the sensation new and delicious--you quivered, biting your lip. "Only for me..."

You nodded, inching forward, the only articulate words escaping as please, please, please.

"Isn't that right, princess?" He said, free hand gripping your jaw as he stared directly into your soul, his chest heaving and pupils blown wide with lust. "This tight little pussy belongs to me, doesn't it?"

"Yes," you mewled, lids fluttering. "All yours...it's all yours, Matty..."

"Fuck...I'm going to make you cum now, then I'm going to make you cum on my fucking cock..." he leaned close, his middle and fourth finger teasing your entrance, lips hovering over your ear. "And by the end of the night, the only thing this pretty mouth will be able to say is my name."

"Oh--" you began, but then he plunged into you. "God!"

He snickered. "Wrong name."

Riddle crooked his fingers in your cunt, focused on your flushing face, the tempo of your intermittent gasps, his breath shallow as you clenched and pulsed around him. His thumb traced rapid little lines around your swollen clit, his pace merciless, and you snuffed a whimper in your chest, staring at him. He wet his lips, pressing his mouth to yours in a brief kiss as he snapped his wrist, curling and scissoring inside of you. His hips rocked with his rhythm, and you noticed the outline of his impressive erection straining at his pants. Your hand burned to stroke it, to feel it.

"I missed you so fucking much, Matty," you whimpered, your voice a desire filled plea. "I think I missed that pretty cock more, though...I can't lie..."

"Mm," Mattheo hummed, the depth of it reverberating almost as a growl, increasing the heat in your lungs. "It missed you too, Raven...my fucking hand could never compare to this tight little cunt..."

"Fuck, Mattheo..." you moaned, your eyes squeezed shut as you clung to his strong, muscular frame. "Did you think of me?"

"Never stopped," he murmured, catching your lips in a brief kiss, increasing the pressure of his thumb on your clit--forcing you to cry out in delight. "Fuck. How does a cunt this little take me so well, hm?" Another kiss, lingering. "Just thinking about how tight you are makes my cock hard."

You whinged, lava boiling in your blood--you weren't sure what was going to make you cum first, his words or his fingers. "Oh...Mattheo..."

"That's right," he said. "I make myself cum every morning thinking about fucking you. And it's never enough." He was panting, kissing a path down toward your neck. "I could fuck this pretty pussy every night for the rest of my fucking life and it still wouldn't be enough..."

Your brain swarmed with that distant feeling again, dizzying you, robbing you of language, weakening your joints. You clung to him, a raft in the sea of your lust, choking back your moans as his palm rocked against you, thumb circling your clit, fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt--you let your lids close, let pleasure encompass you, let yourself submerge to his will, trusting him to give you exactly what you needed.

"Shit..." you whimpered, digging your nails into him as he nipped at your pulse, teeth grazing over it softly. "I fucking need you, Matty..."

"Have me, Raven...It's yours." He said, his voice cracking with lust, throat shredded with emotion. "I'm yours."

Heat flooded your face, and while chewing your cheek, you reached for him, grasping at his trousers. Mattheo's hand left your jaw, reaching behind him and pulling the familiar black gun from under his waist band, tossing it down onto the counter before allowing you to unzip his fly. You hardly even flinched at the sound, too lost within your own primal fervour, fingers moving swiftly as you tugged everything down his thighs, his thick length springing free, smacking his clothed stomach. He barely seemed to notice, seemingly lost in the heat of your cunt in his hand.

You scooted closer and wrapped your fingers around his warm, heavy cock--and he choked, jabbing you deep, forcing a quaky breath from your lungs. Swallowing, you tightened your fist and stroked him, watching him from half-lidded eyes as his jaw tensed, and his lips parted in pleasure.

He throbbed, twitched under your grip, blood biting his cheeks when you coated his head with the bead of his pre-cum, and his breath was uneven, tattered from the weight of lust--but so was yours. Mattheo circled your stiff nub, pumping his fingers into your pussy, and pleasure wracked you, pouring into your pulse like perfect poison--a feeling you should never have wanted, but would now die without.

"Yeah...stroke my fucking cock, little slut..." he purred, tilting his head as he glimpsed your lips, something devilish and dark and amused in his gaze. "...make your owner feel good."

Before you had the chance to respond, he kissed you again, shoving his tongue past your teeth, canting his hips in pace with your hand. He was smooth and silky and so big--in the back of your head, you couldn't believe you'd managed to take all of him--the memories had you clench and groan into him, and his cock throbbed in your palm. The air was humid, thick with sex, dizzying you, shooting static through your skin.

"Fuck," he muttered against your mouth, "you're so tight..."

You hummed in delight, walls clenching around his fingers. "And you're so hard..."

"That's right...that's what you fucking do to me, Raven..." he purred, and with each thrust of his fingers, pleasure built inside of you, intense and all-consuming as it threatened to overrun your senses. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the brink, your body pulsing with electrical sparks of delight. "Fuck...I feel you squeezing me, princess...cum for me..."

Mattheo held you tightly against him, his words sending shock waves of their own straight to your fucking core, his fingers working in their relentless rhythm that had you seeing stars. And then, with a sudden burst of ecstasy, you came hard, your entire body convulsing as pleasure ripped through you like a tidal wave. You moaned loudly, your muscles clenching and spasming as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

Mattheo watched you with a satisfied smirk, his fingers still working inside of you until he was certain you were past your high. And then, he eased back, meeting your eyes, both of you slowing to stop as something slammed you in succession, a chasm of greed opening between your bodies. A snap, an ignition--and in one smooth movement, you'd released him while his fingers left your core and yanked your underwear to the side, cock thrusting into you with a sweet sting.

"Fucking hell..." Mattheo hissed in bliss, sheathing himself in your heat. He grappled your hips, grip tight enough to bruise, slowly fucking into you, watching his dick disappear into your pussy. "Tell me how that feels, Raven..."

"Fuck-so good..." you mewled, mouth dropped in ecstasy, head fighting not to fall back onto your shoulders. "So fucking good..."

"Mhm...yeah..." shuddering at his own words, he groaned, shifting closer, murmuring into your ear as he increased his pace, hips snapping, cock fucking deep into your cunt. "Tell me how fucking bad you missed me...how fucking bad you missed this cock..."

"Oh, Gods..." desire had consumed you both, his pace embodying complete desperation, a frenzied, urgent need to bring you both to orgasm. "I missed you so fucking much...I missed your cock-oh! Fuck-"

Mattheo's strokes were rough, painful, incredible, your breath catching up with your brain, the euphoric fullness of his cock ready to fling you to another plane. And then his thumb grazed over your clit, beating it in time with his thrusts--you cracked, crying out, your words cut short.

"That's right," Mattheo growled, "that's right--you're mine, you're mine..." he pressed his lips to yours, short and sharp. "This pussy is mine, that perfect little body is mine...your heart and your fucking soul is mine..." he was slamming you deep, panting with every snap of his hips, your pussy hot and slick and pulsing with your oncoming climax. "No one could ever fuck you like I do...understand me?"

"Yes. Yes!" Rapture numbed you, at the edge of your skin, a typhoon ready to wreck you witless.

"Say it." He hissed, kissing you again, mouth millimeters from yours. "Say no one else could ever make you feel like this. Fucking no one."

"Oh-oh...fuck..." you could barely respond, overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through your body. Waves upon waves of pleasure charged through your veins, every inch of your skin tingling with delight as Mattheo took you higher and higher. "No one, Matty...only you-fuck! Only you..."

He growled, a primal shredded sound, his pace of your clit increasing. "Fucking cum for me, whore."

"Yes! Fuck!"

A sudden, explosive burst of bliss slammed into you, making your back arch in ecstasy while moaning a string of indecipherable curses. Your walls clamped around his cock, milking him for all he was worth as you rode out the second wave of pleasure that rocked your body. Mattheo growled hungrily, his lips crashing down to capture yours in a fiercely passionate kiss as he continued to drive into you without consideration. He thrust harder and deeper, his body slamming against yours as you both reached new heights of pleasure together.

Mattheo's eyes were hardly open, his breath leaving his throat in mere growls as he fucked you deep, both hands shifting to your hips now. "Mhm...that's my good girl...so fucking tight..."

Every nerve in your body felt alive, thrumming with the raw power of your shared desire. You were consumed by the heat of the moment, lost in a world completely separate from reality, when a loud, sudden knock at the door abruptly interrupted everything--both of you stopped, fear creeping into your eyes, ears straining to decipher the voice behind the door.

"Hello?" It was deep, male, and recognizable. Mattheo kept his cock inside you, each of your heads turned, staring at the door, brains buffering as you tried to put the voice to a face. "Anyone in there? C'è qualcuno?"

Your jaw dropped, terror clutching your chest, watching as Mattheo simply smirked--something so fucking dark creeping into his eyes it'd put even the stormiest midnight skies to shame. With a quick, aggressive motion, he pulled out of you, ripping you off the counter and spinning the both of you around, making you face the door as he pulled up the back of your dress and aligned himself with your cunt, one hand on your stomach and the other clamped over your mouth.

He released a deep groan in your ear as he plunged his cock deep inside you once more, the muscles in his chest tensing against your back, your heart pounding in your fucking throat. You were sure this man had completely fucking lost it.

"You think I should let him in here, hm? Let him see what I fucking do to you...who you fucking belong to..." each word from his lips was barely spoken, his voice so low and gravelly in your ear that you involuntarily moaned into his palm, hoping to Godric himself that it was muffled well enough. "Maybe I should make you scream for me...make you show him who the fuck you call daddy..."

He slammed into you with abandon, his hips grinding against your ass as he took you from behind, his hands gripping you hard.

“Tell him it’s occupied,” he muttered, his voice so deep and dark it involuntarily made you clench around him. “Tell him you’ll be right out.”

You shook your head, panic gripping you, but Mattheo wasn’t interested in your protests. In a swift motion, he reached behind him, grasping the gun off the counter, pressing the cold metal of the barrel tight to your temple.

“I’m going to release your mouth, and you’re going to do it, understand me?” You felt the overwhelming power of his need radiating through every inch of your body. “Do it, or I’ll unlock that door and let him in.”

You clenched again, body trembling as he continued fucking deep into you, his hand slowly leaving your mouth as you reluctantly nodded. You knew this gun couldn’t hurt you, even if Mattheo wanted it to, but the mere prospect of it being held against your temple did something to you, enough to make you want to submit to him without hesitation.

When his fingers slipped to your jaw, you inhaled, gathering your strength to speak. “O-occupied! I’ll only be a f-few…”

Mattheo huffed, slowly descending the gun from your head before tossing it back onto the counter. He slowed his pace for a few seconds, as though he was waiting for Theo to leave, before his fervour took over and his palm clamped over your mouth again.

"Mm, fuck..." he moaned, seemingly unable to help himself. You could feel his breath hot on your neck, his muscles flexing and tensing with every powerful thrust. "I'm going to cum so deep in this pussy...you're going to be so full of my fucking cum, Raven, fuck..."

Mattheo growled hungrily, driving into you even harder as he chased his own release. You felt his body tense, you knew he was close. "You're going to feel it, baby...for the rest of the night you're going to feel my cum dripping from your tight little cunt...running down your thighs..." he groaned, lips pressed against your ear. "As you walk out of here...as you look my best friend in the fucking eyes...fuck-"

Before he could finish the sentence, his breath sputtered, his fingers digging deeper into your skin as he spilled his release deep inside of your pussy. You could feel the warmth spreading through you as his cock continued to pulse and twitch, each ministration sending new waves of pleasure crashing over your body.

For a moment, the two of you simply stood there, gasping for air, your bodies trembling with the aftershocks of your shared passion. It was as if time stood still, the world outside the bathroom door ceasing to exist as you remained locked in your embrace, lost in the aftermath of your all-encompassing ecstasy. And as the intensity between you and Mattheo finally subsided, leaving both of you exhausted and sated, a comfortable silence enveloped the room. Amidst the quiet, you subtly moved to fix yourselves, the air still charged with the remnants of passion.

Once you were settled, you noticed a moment when Mattheo's attention waned, and curiosity got the better of you. Deciding to seize the moment, you reached for his gun.

"What's the purpose of this?...especially tonight?" you inquired, your fingers tracing over the barrel. The cool, unyielding metal pressed against your skin, raising questions in the hushed aftermath. "Why do you carry it with you?"

Mattheo's gaze lifted, his fingers diligently working to fasten his belt, yet his jaw tensed in response to the proposed questions. You could tell his brain was already formulating ways to deflect, his guarded expression betraying the reluctance to divulge.

"Don't worry about it, Raven," he retorted, the words coldly dismissing you with a mere glance. “It can’t hurt anyone.”

“Still,” your brow furrowed with concern. "You could get expelled, Mattheo, or even worse-"

"Could, but I won't," he interjected, the statement delivered with a stark flatness. Stepping toward you, he extended a hand, a slow and deliberate gesture. "Give it to me."

A firm "no" escaped your lips as you instinctively backed away. "Not until you tell me what it's for."

Mattheo's smirk emerged, a slow and calculated advance accompanying an amused glint in his eyes. "Don't play with me, Raven. You know you won't win."

Your measured retreat brought you ever closer to the approaching wall, the only thing that you knew would put a for-certain end to your defiance. The intensity in your voice reflected your internal struggle, demanding answers.

"Why won't you tell me?" The question hung in the charged air, a challenge he couldn't sidestep. "I can't think of one good reason why-“

"You said you trusted me," he countered, his jaw clenching with a mix of frustration and determination.

"I'm trying," you hissed, your teeth barred with emotion. "You're not making it very easy for me."

Amusement danced in his eyes as your back met the unyielding wall, a soft gasp betraying your resolve. He tilted his head, closing the remaining distance until he stood right before you. Two strong arms encaged you against the wall beneath him, asserting dominance in the charged silence, the unspoken standoff between you escalating with every passing heartbeat.

"Now what, hm?" Mattheo mused, a twinkle of sadistic amusement dancing in his eyes. He wet his lips, his gaze flickering to yours, the gun in your hand tucked securely behind your back. "I've got you trapped, princess..."

"Mattheo, please," your voice held a desperate plea, refusing to entertain his games. "This is me begging..."

"For what?" he demanded, a challenging edge in his tone.

"For even the smallest glimpse into your life..." you whispered, your voice quivering, as if fearing the vulnerability of your admission. "I want you, Mattheo, but I can't keep doing this if you won't open up to me...you know everything about me, and all I know about you is that you hate the colour yellow..."

Mattheo huffed, smirking. "It's a wretched c-"

"Please," you interrupted, lifting your free hand to his face. Your thumb brushed gently over his cheekbone, the gesture laden with a tender plea. "I'm on your side…no matter what."

The intensity in your gaze drilled into him, each word you spoke carrying a profound weight that you hoped he could decipher. The silence that lingered between you was thick, fraught with unspoken tension that hung in the air like a dense fog. Then, he inhaled sharply, his entire demeanor shifting as he lifted his wrist to check the time on his watch.

"Fine," he uttered, his voice devoid of any discernible emotion, a stoic façade masking the complexities beneath. "But we have to leave right now."

Your brows furrowed in confusion, lips parting to voice your inquiry. "What?"

"Right now, Raven," he reiterated, urgency punctuating his words. "You want to know what the gun is for, I'll bloody well show you."

As you blinked in response, still partially stunned, he extended his hand once again, gesturing for you to surrender the weighty weapon. Swallowing your confusion, you carefully placed the firearm in his calloused palm, searching his eyes for any clue about the impending journey.

"Where?" you finally questioned, your gaze unwavering as he tucked the gun back into his pants. "Where are we going?"

Mattheo sighed, a complex mixture of emotions crossing his features as he ran a hand through his hair. Each step he took toward the door seemed laden with the gravity of a decision yet to unfold.

"The Forbidden Forest."

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Here’s chapter 27->

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soap-ify · 5 months

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nsfw below , minors dni.

okay but what if price and reader dress up as mr. and mrs.claus for christmas?

cw : brief mention of size difference (price is taller), smut, p in v, you sit on price's lap because he is dressed as santa!

“is this really necessary?”

john called out from the living room, adjusting the santa costume you made him wear, the thick fabric making him feel a bit hot though it was probably due to the heater as well.

since you didn’t reply to him, he assumed that you were still dressing up. it was your idea that you both should dress up as mr. and mrs.claus for the christmas party the taskforce was hosting this year, and he had reluctantly agreed to it despite knowing that the other men were never going to let him live this down — though he had to admit that the santa costume did somewhat suit him. embarrassingly enough.

you soon came out of the bedroom, a shy yet gleeful smile adorning your lips as you walked over to the taller man, standing in front of him so he could see you cladded in the red and white mrs. claus dress. it was quite fitting, highlighting every dip and curve of your body, falling a few inches above your knees. if it was any more shorter, price would have actually fainted — in a good way.

“h-holy shit, love.” he stammered out, voice suddenly all hoarse due to his throat going dry while his blue eyes took in your attire, noticing the adorable santa hat you had on your head.

mrs.claus. he had the biggest urge to just propose to you right here and now, to actually make you his wife. though he had planned that for some other day.

patience, john.

“do i look good?” you asked softly, eyes twinkling happily due to him having agreed to your silly idea. he silently nodded, one hand reaching out to gently cup the side of your face, adoring the way you instantly leaned into him.

“you look good too, john.” you giggled, and john failed to hold in a playful scoff, rolling his eyes.

“you’re really making me look too old, love. thank god i’m not wearing a fake white beard.” he grumbled and scooped you into his strong arms, earning a squeak from you.

“you don’t look old!” you protested, unable to hold in the giggles that continued to escape you, making his heart swell up with all the love he held for you.

john huffed softly and leaned down a bit to press soft kisses on your cheek, his beard tickling your skin. his callused hands begin to gently caress your waist up and down before resting on your ass, his fingers reaching down a bit to sneakily pull up the hem of the dress, revealing more and more of your plushy thighs until your panties were in view.

“such a skimpy dress. is this all f’me, honey?” he whispered into your ear, causing your insides to heat up with arousal, nodding gently while your hands held tightly onto his shoulders, your legs already feeling wobbly due to his touches.

“how are we supposed to go to the party if you plan on tempting me like this?” his lips begin leaving a trail of kisses down to your neck, hands gently pushing you onto the couch so you would lay down on it, getting all comfortable.

blood rushed to your cheeks as he got above you, his hands lifting up the little bottom of your dress fully up till your tummy, admiring the way your panties were snug on you, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he took in the cute reindeer patterns on your panties.

“john… we’ll be late.” you mumbled weakly, your legs already spreading a bit wider for him. you didn’t really care for the party at this moment too, focused solely on the way your boyfriend was pressing soft kisses down to your collarbone, his hands kneading the flesh of your thighs while his face buried itself into your clothed chest, pressing kisses on the curve of your breasts, feeling the soft fabric of the dress under his lips.

“we’ll make it quick. and then after the party, i promise to fuck you properly.”

your eyes caught the sight of his boner straining against his red santa trousers, liquid warm pooling in your panties as you nibbled your bottom lip, hips bucking up in the air — a silent plea for him.

your little move was the final straw for him, his hands eagerly pulling your panties down that had a visible wet patch in them. great, now your only pair of christmas themed panties were ruined. you whined and thought.

“i’ll buy you lots of new ones, love.” he said mirthfully, as if having read your thoughts.

your hands eagerly helped by tugging down his santa pants and boxers, the sight of his bare girthy cock and the bushy dark happy trail making you drool.

in one swift move, he sat up straight and pulled you on top of his lap, a cheeky grin adorning his laps.

“c’mere and sit on santa’s lap.” he chuckled, earning some gentle swats on his chest by you, your poor naked cunt rubbing desperately against his throbbing cock.

“stop t-teasing me!” you whimpered under your breath, your soft hands cupping his face before you pressed your lips against his, kissing him needily, feeling him groan into your mouth as his hands gripped your waist tight and gently guided the head of his cock at the entrance of your leaking cunt, giving it some little rubs before gently pushing his cock in.

your walls instantly clenched around him, sucking him in while your hips twitched, the familiar stretch making your brain blank out for a second.

his hands held onto your soft hips tight, helping you slide up and down his cock, pulling back from the kiss so he could look at your face, drinking in every little twitch.

one hand reached down to gently rub your puffy clit, your slick making it easy for him to slide his thumb back and forth on the bundle of nerves.

you both reached the party quite late after that.

#FROTHING AT THE MOUTH i had this idea plaguing my head for like the past three days #and i finally wrote it down !!!#santa price you mean so much to me #john price x reader #price x reader #john price #price cod #cod x reader #call of duty #rurufic #cod smut

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q1ngqve · 3 months

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let me cook...... the reader gambling with Aventurine BUT when someone lose the bet, they have to strip one of their clothes (they don't feel ashamed at all but they have to do this due to their addiction......)

he has you tricked from the moment you agreed to play strip poker with him because he knew you couldn’t say no to a game of gambling!

even manipulated you into suggesting adding stripping to the game to make it more interesting. lets you win the first two rounds to make you feel the surge of serotonin which boosts your ego and confidence, and it's not that he minded losing, he has too many layers and accessories on him so it didn’t really matter

you on the other hand, had a few jewelry on you along with a red dress, so if you kept losing, it would only be a matter of time until you’re fully naked before him 😧 it didn’t feel like it was something you should be worried about when you lost the next few rounds, you were confident in your abilities after all

you’d tease him, hand on your chin as your legs crossed, your heels touching his calf gently as you bat your eyelashes at him. and he’d smile back at you, a wicked glint flicking under his sunglasses as he revealed his hand, and you groan, knowing you’ve lost yet again

and then it starts spiraling downhill, you’re losing round after round, until you’re down to only your dress, the nervousness starts to kick in. suddenly you’re sitting up straight, eyes narrowing as you rack your brain, thinking of what to do next so as to secure your hand

aventurine is a tease!!! smirks at you silently from across the table as he watches you try to not show your panic! relaxes into his chair as you reveal your hand, a defeated sigh escaping you, your hands sweating against the dress

“not so confident anymore, are we? ” you’d kick him lightly as his eyebrow raise, gesturing for you to remove the dress

but you notice the way his breathing quickens as you stand, your hands reaching down to lift your dress slowly, the fabric pooling at your feet a second later. your own breathing hitches when his chair scrapes across the floor and he stalks over to you, his fingers twitching when they glide on your waist

"can I kiss you?" he curses himself inside, why would he blurt something so embarrassing out like that at a time like this? "sorry, I—" and he steps back, the heat from his hands lingering on your waist as you watch him remove his suit jacket before draping it on your shoulders

aventurine stumbles a little on his feet when you pull him in by his collar, your lips crashing against his, hard. he kisses you back with equal fervor, his hands wrapping around your body, pulling you so close you could feel his heat radiating and enveloping you

#???? why did this turn emotional at the end #🀥 lan’s writings!#☃︎ anons!#hsr #honkai star rail #aventurine #aventurine x reader

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sarahscribbles · 1 year

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Imagine kneeling before Loki, his legs splayed sluttishly wide as you begin to worship him. Soon, the only parts of him exposed to you are his thighs and his cock (because the black suit stays on, of course)…

Okay, bye! 😈

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟖𝟖𝟒

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠)

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Loki’s back hits the wall with a satisfying thump, though it isn’t nearly as satisfying as the deep groan that follows in quick succession from between his parted lips. Yours latch on instantly to the exposed skin above the collar of his shirt - it’s soft and warm and begging to be covered in your marks.

You want to see splotches of purple and red blossom on his throat and spell out your name- reminders to anyone who looks that this god is yours.

Hungrily, you graze your teeth along his skin and he shivers violently in response, all while rolling his hips so you can feel the aching evidence of his arousal press against your lower stomach.

“Darling….ah -” He’s interrupted by your sharp nip to the skin just below his jaw. “Darling…we’re…we’re already late.” His complaint is half hearted, you know; already his hands are resting on your hips to pull you flush against him.

“Don’t care,” you answer, nibbling along his jaw in just the way he loves. As expected, he whines shamelessly and angles his head to grant you better access, silently begging you for more.

It’s more you’re all too happy to give him.

The party downstairs is in your honour, but you don’t care. The sight of Loki in that black suit has turned you feral and you aren’t leaving the room until you’ve thoroughly worshipped him. How can you resist the black silk that ripples across his broad chest, so soft that it calls you by name to reach out and trace the outline of his abs - that alone is enough to have him keen.

But it’s when your hands snake around his stomach to glide down his back and squeeze his ass - perfectly hugged by those dress trousers - that you know the party is the last thing on his mind.

He groans freely at your touch and looks down at you through half lidded eyes. “Little minx,” he says hoarsely, the beginning of a smirk pulling at his lips.

Oh, he’s well aware of the effect he has on you.

You reach up and tangle one hand in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss so slow and so deep that you briefly forget how to breathe. “Are you complaining?” you ask when his lips finally leave yours, though they linger in such a way you half expect him to devour you.

His green eyes glittering before you are blown wide with lust. “Definitely not,” he answers, raising a hand to briefly tweak your nipple through the thin material of your dress.

You don’t break eye contact as you fold to your knees before him, watching his eyes darken and his lips form a perfect O of surprise. When your hands reach for the leather belt around his hips, they snap out almost of their own accord.

It doesn’t take long to free him, to have his aching cock right in front of you already dripping and begging for attention. The tops of his pale thighs and his throbbing erection are all that’s visible from beneath the expensive black material because you aren’t letting him take the suit off, not even for a second.

Arousal pools in your core like liquid sin, becoming all the more molten when Loki lets you coax his thighs wider with a simple press of your hand. “How are you real?” you breathe out, admiring the sight of him still fully dressed but fully exposed before you. “And how are you mine?”

You can’t help but place tiny bites along his inner thighs and your reward is his small cries of pleasure with each nip of your teeth. “Don’t…don’t tease me, darling…please,” he whines in little more than a whisper, his hips rolling desperately off the wall in search of your mouth.

Before he can beg again, your lips are wrapped firmly around his cock.

His sharp cry of pleasure echoes off the walls. “Fuck, darling…yes!” He grunts through gritted teeth as you worship him. It’s sloppy and messy and saliva drips down your chin, but Loki’s moans and grunts and whimpers make it worthwhile.

Nothing compares to the sound of him coming undone.

“Norns…fuck…darling I’m…I’m going to come,” he warns in a ragged voice.

By now, his hand is twisted in your hair, holding you on his cock. You grip the base of it in one hand while your mouth continues to work him towards release. Barely a minute later, you feel him explode down your throat in thick, hot ropes. His groans of release sound musical, and you stay on his cock until his hand goes slack.

He doesn’t say a word as you tuck him away - he can’t - but his heavy panting is all the reward you need. You’re shaky as you get to your feet, but Loki’s hands are quickly at your elbows.

When you look at him he looks drunk on the pleasure you’ve just given him. Eyes cloudy, cheeks pink, and lips still glistening. His hand quickly twists to the base of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss that sends butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“I’m afraid we’ll be leaving early tonight, my darling,” he murmurs when his lips leave yours again. “I’m going to require all night to return the favour.”

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kentosbabes · 1 year

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quicky in the bathroom?

toji x f!reader

content; bathroom sex, eats you out, toji in a suit, p in v :p

you can feel his heated glances at you ever since you walked into the room, you'd have to be a fool or just plain blind not to notice him. his energy unmatched in the corner of the room, staring at his nursed cup of whisky for the whole night. you had only been at the bar to celebrate your friend's birthday, but you've been sent on a mission by her to get some drinks from the front and bring them back. you roll your eyes, but obviously, you're not going to ignore the birthday girl's wishes are you?

you make your way over to the bar, hips swaying as you do, and lean forward reciting the order of some minty mojitos and asking them to just make any type of cocktail they feel. at this point, toji is now fully staring at you. lust in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. he gives you an intense once over, taking his time to check you out. you suppose he is an attractive man, with a white shirt that's unbuttoned at the top and smart suit trousers. he comes up to you whilst your drinks are being made, introducing himself as toji, and asking if you'd want to go to the bathroom with him. usually, if you had been a little soberer, you'd say no. but alas, a hot man is propositioning you and you've been needing a good fuck.

he tells the man working the bar to hold on to the drinks for a bit and hold your hand, tugging you to the bathroom. he pauses and looks down at you, and you had a peculiar feeling of being a rabbit caught by a fox. his hands started to roam your body, slamming his lips to yours. he groaned as you pulled the top of your dress down so he can feel your tits in your bra. mewling, he leaned into your ear "don't want the whole bar to hear us, keep it down and I might reward you." his breath tickled your neck. let them, who cares? you yanked his tie to get closer "i want you, now."

"yes, ma'am." he winked at you and knelt on the floor, bunching up your dress and pulling down your panties. he teased you, commenting on how wet and needy you seemed to be for him and his dick. he started slow, toji liked to see you come undone with just his fingers, imagine how you would look on his dick. toji could feel the cool tile on his knees and shin, fabric pooling at his feet. looking up at you he started to tentatively kiss your thighs, moving closer and closer up your legs until he got to your cunt. spitting on it, you found it juxtaposing the image in front of you. a handsome, well-bred, obviously rich man who is in a suit and tie doing something so lewd and crude. it sent heat down there, one that could only be satiated by his tongue. toji started to lick you, slow at first but precise, he defiantly knew what he was doing with his movement. his calloused finger made its way into your pussy and the combination of his hot mouth and finger in you sent you to your edge. he paused, "as much as i want you to cum on my mouth, i would rather you cum on my dick."

he leaned in for another kiss, biting your bottom lip and running his tongue down your neck. it sent shivers down your spine, "you're ready now aren't you?" unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers, you could see his dick tenting. you have never seen a dick that big, and this is going to sound cliche but how would that even fit in you? you voice this to him and all he does is smile, "don't worry darlin' it will. trust me with this." you nod, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

he positioned himself to your pussy, thrusting up in one swift motion. only pausing to allow you to feel comfortable, "you ok?" you nod- biting your bottom lip. he reared back and dragged himself up inch by inch, painstakingly slow, it was as if he gain pleasure from watching you fight the urge to just tell him to go fast. eventually, it was too much and you just asked him, whispering to go faster. "hm? i can't hear you darlin' say it again a lil louder for me." he was wearing a sardonic smile and mirth playing at his lips. "p-please can you go faster?" you whined. your wish was his command, you twitched and writhed while he started to move to a faster rhythmic pace. "fucking beautiful, i know you like this, us hiding in the bathroom of the bar." toji grunted, rocking back and faster into you, you could tell he was nearing his end as his balls started to tighten up and he stilled. your pussy squeezed his cock as he quickly asked if he could cum in you, you wanted to know if his cum would be as hot as his dick was and you were on the pill. he slammed into your cunt sending rope after rope of white cum, rooted deep into you.

you flutter your eyes closed for a second in bliss, you could still feel his cum dripping down your overstimulated slit. "do you want to go again?" he nodded "i'll drive you to my hotel."

#toji smut #jjk toji #toji headcanons #toji imagine #toji fic #jujutsu nanami #jujustsu kaisen x reader #toji fushiguro #toji thirst #toji in a suit #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu toji #toji x you #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji is so fine wtff

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notyetneedcoffee · 8 months

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Sharp

Kinktober - Knife Play NSFW - Adults only

Summary: Loki likes your dress better on the floor

The smooth silk felt cool under your fingertips. It shone a deep emerald green. A complicated pattern of silk straps held the dress up. Gold threads and shining jewels adorned the neckline where it plunged between your breasts. As much as the bodice hugged your figure, the skirt of the gown flowed long and full. Spinning slowly before the mirror, your stomach fluttered from the thrill of such a gorgeous gown.

Soft steps drew your attention.

In the full-length mirror you saw Loki pause in the doorway. He stood tall, stiff. A small crease developed on his forehead. Even when he looked cross, he was captivating. His black curls touched the wide shoulders of his fitted black suit.

You spun once more. “You don’t like it?”

Loki’s eyes flared green and a mischievous grin grew upon his face. “I’ll show what I think of it.”

As his walked across the room, a shimmer of green flowed over his frame, transforming the black business suit to just black silk lounging pants. Your tongue slid along your lower lip at the sight of his firm chest. He moved with predatory intention, causing you to take a step back.

Hands landed upon your upper arms to hold you still. Head snapping around, your mouth dropped open at the sight of a Loki doppelganger stepping out of the mirror. Damn, his magic was cool.

Loki, the real one, stopped just in front of you. You had to tip your head up to look at his face. Long, cool fingers brushed along your cheek. They traveled down your neck and trailed along the edge of the fabric, teasing the skin of your chest. Bumps rose on your arms as you shivered.

He held out one hand and a dagger, nearly as long as his forearm, appeared in his hand. You sucked in a breath. Loki leveled the knife at you. His doppelganger held you firm. The edge of the kissed your skin, not to damage you but to let you feel the cold blade. Your pulse quickened.

With a flick of his wrist one of the silk straps sliced free.

“Loki!” You squeaked.

He smiled, leaning close. His nose lightly rubbed against yours. “I said I would show you what I think of your gown.” His lip grazed yours even though you frowned.

“You really don’t like it?”

“I think it’s lovely.” He smiled. “I just think it will look even better pooled at your feet.”

Loki’s mouth crashed into yours. His tongue demanding. You kissed him back, pulling against the hands of the doppelganger with the instinct to reach for him. Loki pulled back with a wide smile. He teased your collarbone with the edge of the blade. Your teeth pulled at your lower lip as he cut through another section of your gown.

He chuckled deep as he felt your heartbeat pick up. He leaned close, caressing the edge of your ear with his tongue. “Excited, my pet?”

“Yes.” You breathed.

“Mmm, good.”

Loki continued to touch you with the blade. Its cold steel kissed the skin of your neck, your shoulder. He used a bit more pressure every so often, making you gasp. A thrill of fear stirred up butterflies in your stomach even though you knew he would never actually hurt you.

More fabric fell away under the blade's sharp edge to fully expose your shoulder. Loki painted the newly exposed skin with wet kisses. You whimpered, wanting more, wanting to touch him.

He chuckled, and the doppelganger pulled your arms further back. Breast thrust forward, you panted hard as he flicked off little gems with the tip of the dagger. “Not much left. Let’s see if I’m right.”

Loki slashed out, making you squeak. The gown fell from your shoulders, slipped past your hips and pooled on the floor. He stepped back to admire you, now held tight by his double. You stood bare-breasted and wearing only lace underwear, stockings, and heels.

“Much better.” Loki leaned forward. His mouth sucked upon your nipple. You whined. He flicked his tongue over the now-hard nipple before sucking one last time with painful intensity.

“Oh, god!” Your knee weakened and you leaned back into the doppelganger.

Loki gave your other breast equal attention. He moved his mouth to your ear. “This need to go too.”

You felt the blade touch your belly. You whined as it slipped beneath the lace. Sharp cool metal touched hot skin. He teased and you fought to hold perfectly still. You couldn’t see the blade, so your focus locked on Loki’s erection, hidden beneath the black silk.

“I can smell how wet you are.” Loki purred. “Do you want to feel my cock instead of my blade?”

“Yes, Loki.” You nodded, desperate to reach for him. “Please.”

Loki pulled the dagger through the lace, leaving you fully exposed. It disappeared from his hand. His fingers slid between your legs, fingers spreading your wetness and teasing your clit. Your hips rocked into his hand. He slipped two fingers in, stroking. Your breath became more ragged as heat swirl low.

The doppelganger pulled you tight against him as he leaned back. You naked back pressed into his chest. You could feel the fabric of his suit. It lifted you nearly off your toes. Still, Loki stroked and teased your sex causing you to shake under his touch.

In a shimmer of green, Loki’s lounge pants vanished. He lifted your leg, pulling you close enough to slide the head of his cock along your entrance. He teased, not letting you rock into him. “Please, Loki.”

He sank deep. You moaned, throwing your head back against the double behind you. Loki, hooked your legs over his arms. Thrusting powerfully, he groaned as his watched himself slide in and out of your stretched cunt. “Look at that.”

So hot. You were at his mercy, couldn’t move, and so you just surrendered to the sensations. The smell of sex and Loki. Held tight. So full. Your thighs quivered. His cock hit you just perfectly. “God, Loki!”

He leaned forward, pulling at your lip with his teeth before kissing you deep. “Feel so good, my pet.”

You panted, shaking more, careening towards the abyss. He fucked you harder, faster. The world whited out. He pushed deep as you flooded over his cock. Soon he roared his own release.

He pulled you into his arms, the doppelganger forgotten, and carried you the bed. Lazily you curled against him. Your eyes drift toward the mirror only to see the gown, intact, and hanging.

“You fixed it.” You mumbled against his chest.

“I said it’s lovely.” He pressed his lips to your hair.

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k-hotchoisan · 6 months

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i looove your page, congrats on 500!!!! would you be able to do #9 for the follower event?

9. Handjob to Jongho or Blowjob to San?

I GOT A GOOD ONE FOR THIS HOL UP!!!

ALSO thank you so much for the praise (keep it coming I got a praise kink Jkjk UNLESS 👀👀👀👀)

ALSO BROSKIS WE’RE HALF WAY THERE oN THE LIST!!!! LIVING IN A ON PRAYER!!!

Where San can’t get his eyes off your lips when you try on the red lipstick he bought for you so he smears it off you in a different way.

Warnings: smut, pwp, SAN’S COCK, blowjobs, San is in a fucking suit (and it’s driving me insane), ruined make up

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff (message me for taglist!)

K’s 500: this or that masterlist here!

San discreetly stares down at you while you apply the lipstick he bought for you, the way the deep red presses smoothly across your plump lips, the way it transfers to your top lip when you press your lips to a thin line, and your lips look even fuller than before. He knows he picked the perfect red to compliment your skin tone but what he failed to factor in was that it made your face too fuckable, and now he’s getting slightly hot and bothered by the way you purse your lips, the way you look even more seductive when you part your lips slightly when you’re checking yourself in the reflection, especially when you’re in your evening dress, shoulders out in that backless dress he also bought for you. He glances at his watch. There’s still time before the dinner, he thinks, so he walks over to you, letting his primal instincts flood his senses when you turn to stare at him with the doe eyes, just asking to be ruined.

“You look ravishing, darling”, he whispers, as his large hands cup your jaw. He doesn’t give you chance to answer before his lips are pressing light, teasing kisses on along your jaw. You giggle at how ticklish it feels, but your breathing grows heavy when he begins nipping on your neck—sucking and biting the exposed tender flesh.

He pulls back, slightly breathless, and you spot wildness reflected in his gaze. But he only dons a smirk before simply saying, “couldn’t help myself if my doll looks like that.”

You return another giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, giving him a peck on your lover’s lips. San barely gives you a second before he stares down at your lips and he’s fully erect. He pulls you in for a deeper kiss, swiping his tongue on your bottom lip, biting and tugging slightly, letting his tongue get tangled with yours as he pulls you onto his lap on the bed.

“S-San, the lipstick’s gonna get ruined”, you panic slightly, but he seals your lips with his, with the knowledge he’d definitely leave smudge marks, but that all the more only riles him up more to ruin it.

“Oh the lipstick is meant to be ruined, baby”, he hums as he licks his lips, staring at the slight smearing at the corner of your lips.

You’re considering the dinner timing now, and San seems to read your mind. “We have still have time. I won’t ruin your dress or make up, doll. I just want to ruin your lipstick with my dick”, he says, letting your hands rest on his god fucking hard-on. It’s too good to resist.

And you know how well San keeps his promises.

Sure enough, you’re on your knees on the plush carpet, giving San’s pretty dick kitten licks, and San’s stroking your hair gently. You hold the eye contact, because you know it drives your man insane when you let him fuck your mouth while you stare up at him, and it fucking does. He groans, his fingers entangled in your hair, making you take more of his length in. You gag, letting the drool pool at the corners of your lips.

“Fuck. This might be new favourite kink,” San mutters, watching the way your lips struggle to go down his length, smearing the pigment along his length. Undoubtedly, the feeling of his fingers gently tugging against your scalp felt borderline euphoric.

“You feel so good, doll”, he groans, watching you bob your head, taking his whole cock in your mouth perfectly. “So fucking perfect.” Your heart and cunt can’t help but flutter at his words.

“Don’t cry, darling. It’ll ruin the mascara”, he reminds you, despite tugging against your hair. He’s fucking relishing at the sight of your lipstick now, completely smudged, some transferring onto his cock, and you looking up at him through your lashes. As promised, he doesn’t fuck your face, because he knows you took way too long on baking your face, but it’s taking him all his self control not to just make you cry. Your muffled groans only makes him push your head deeper in as your eyes roll back at how good his cock feels hitting the back of your throat.

“You’ll be a good girl and take all of my cum, right?” San asks, his grip lightening, and he’s back to stroking your hair. You nod as you look up, your eyes are so glazed and desperate, which makes San chuckle. God, how much he fucking adores you. He loves how much of a good girl you are for him.

San’s face contorts to one of pleasure, as he feels his orgasm about to hit any second, and from the way his cock is twitching in your mouth, you look up once more, soaking in how fucked out your lover looks.

“Fuck. That’s it, doll. So fucking good. I’m cumming”, he grunts, feeling his eyes rolls back, holding your head still as he empties his cum down your tight throat, moaning about how fucking tight your mouth is, how it’s made for his cock just like your cunt, as the saltiness trickles down your throat that you try to take. He gingerly pulls out , jerking from the aftershocks of the orgasm, looking at the way his cock is covered in pretty shades of red smudges and your mouth—barely any remnants of the lipstick left, smudged across your lips and face, only cum and drool leaking past your lips. San really wants to just forgo the dinner just to fuck you and breed you till you’re sore for days on end, but he ultimately decides that being patient reaps the most benefits.

He takes you by your arms and lifts you up, kissing you on the lips. “You did so well, doll”, he hums before he goes over to take two things—wet tissues and the lipstick.

“Don’t move”, he cautions you, as he pats the wet tissue over your mouth, cleaning off the remnants of cum and drool, before he uncaps the lipstick, holding your jaw with his available hand, as he leans in closer to press the pigment onto your swollen lips.

With a smile that reflects yours within that close proximity, San makes a mental note to make sure he completely ruins your make up once the both of you are back from the dinner.

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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♡︎𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮♡︎

Day 7 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Katsuki wants to see you come undone with just the help of his thigh.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help! Bae I couldn't have done this without you <3

987 words.

Katsuki wants to try something new. He's dressed all smart after a formal meeting concerning hero work, clad in a pretty, light grey suit - tailored perfectly to wrap around muscular thighs like a glove. The colour reminds you of the sky on a wintery afternoon, accompanied by a smart black shirt underneath that complements him much more than the standard white. He's in his business casual, and obviously, you're obsessed. But you might have a biased opinion.

One of his signature smirks tugs at the corner of his lips, dimpling his cheek and threatening to turn your world upside down with the swift 'come hither' of his fingers. The smug ash blonde summons you forward with the enticing motion, drawing all of your attention and delighting in it. He loves to be the very centre of all your thoughts.

The meeting has since come to a close, and thus Katsuki teases you in your shared room after work, placing firm, rough hands on wide hips and guiding you to sit on just one of his thighs. Every now and again he would shake his leg beneath you, knowing exactly what he's doing to you in the process, your skirt pooling over his pelvis.

He delights in the fact that you're only wearing a thin pair of underwear underneath, and slowly, he grabs your waist with steady hands like he has many times before, pulling you forward and guiding you to straddle him.

Now that you were finally home, the thought did cross his mind to simply strip you and take you against the front door, but he was feeling especially evil. Is it horrible that he just wants to see you squirm?

You're already wet from just the hungry looks he'd been giving you on the way home, and desperately wanted to just jump his bones the second you got home. All you've been able to think about is how fucking irresistible he looks in a suit. He exudes confidence and competence in waves and the bulging muscle that strains beneath that shirt naturally has your eyes locked on him and your belly on fire like a cat in heat. You just need to be taken care of by this man, and you've been so close to tearing your hair out in frustration all day.

There's a dark spot on your underwear which brings to attention just how long you've been waiting for this, and he fully understands the anticipation. Only God knows how much mental strain was put behind trying to ward off a boner mid-meeting. You have been driving him fucking nuts. Now it's time for punishment.

Soft kisses spark at his skin and echo through the room while you grind on his thigh, your body pressed flush against his chest and your breasts cushioning his chin. You couldn't be happier to finally be getting some sort of relief, needily rutting your hips against his soft, squishy quadricep.

"That's it, baby, want you to ride my thigh."

Oh, how your stomach ties knots at the sound of his voice. It's gruff and underlined by lust, his hands firmly on your sides and helping you move against him smoothly, a wet patch of your anticipation starting to form on his pant leg. He groans as you grind on him, pressing a kiss to your neck and smoothing his hand to slip under your shirt.

The dip of your waist fits perfectly in his hand, it's almost like you were made for him.

The most delectable little gasps and moans leave your mouth as you do exactly what you were told, and Katsuki drinks them all up as he kisses you like a man addicted to your taste. His lips trail down your jaw and your neck to your breasts which press against his face, and he clicks his tongue at the fact that your shirt is buttoned, guiding you to undo those buttons for him.

When the top of your cleavage finally begins to show, Katsuki immadiately decides that he wants to paint your breasts with his hickeys and love bites, making your pussy clench against him. He can feel you twitching and throbbing against him and his own need twitches in the confines of his suit pants, creating a noticeable bulge.

Katsuki isn't quite the most patient of men, however, and slowly his hand slips under the pleated, black fabric of your skirt and past soft, cotton underwear to play with your clit. He's always prided himself in being the only one in his friend group who can actually find the clit, except Mina, obviously. But you failed to notice the impact that had on his ego until it was far too late.

It's kind of sexy, in a way. He gets off on being a good lover. It's the kind of trait in a man most women can only dream of. So you really didn't mind.

What you do mind, though, is the fact that you're already close to cumming in your underwear after barely minutes of this. Soft panted moans fill the room as you struggle to keep your composure, amusing your boyfriend as he presses his fingers down harder into your clit to tease you.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. You like that? Come on, I want you to cum, you think you can do that for me?..."

It only takes a few more seconds of his ministrations and the feeling of his breath agains your neck, sending shivers down your spine, for you to unravel in his arms.

Your thighs tremble and shake as your essence drips between your legs, Katsuki's pants soaked in your need. The sight causes as low chuckle to rumble in his chest even despite the little crescent moons you dig into his his back in your attempt at grounding yourself.

"Fuck-... 'so fuckin' sexy... 'm gonna fuckin' wreck you, baby."

All you can manage in response is a little whimper.

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hyunjins-orange-slice-too · 3 months

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pairing: dom lee know x f. reader

genre: smut— smut with feelings (me being delulu at the end)

word count: ~2.3k

warnings: established relationship— pet names— bondage— toys— oral (f. and m.receiving)— orgasm denial (kinda)— unprotected sex— cum eating— spanking

an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace.

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He kissed you softly on the lips before returning to his chair. The chair had a high back and was upholstered with black velvet. The material made a shhh noise as his suit pants slid over its surface. He leaned back, a smirk on his face, admiring his work. You were a few feet away, on the bed. You were on all fours, your weight resting on your knees and elbows. You were bound with black shibari rope. You looked up at him through your lashes, he was staring at you like you were something to eat. Like he was going to absolutely wreck you. His eyes fell to your clothing. You were wearing his favorite piece of lingerie. Violet lace, tied together in the middle by a thin silk string. It barely covered your breasts. A matching violet thong did nothing to cover your sex. Especially with you squirming around, unable to keep still, begging him to touch you. His room was dark, lit only by candles. Though there were many, many candles. Their wax having dropped down their holders, over many uses, to pool on the floor. In the flickering light, your eyes met.

"You’re wearing my favorite." He purred.

You nodded, unable to make a noise that wasn’t a whimper. You rocked forward and back on your knees. He flexed his hand that was resting on his thigh. Three of the five fingers on that hand were adorned with silver rings, and a small silver chain dangled from his wrist. Thick veins ran up the back of his hand, up his forearm, and disappeared under his shirt cuff where you couldn’t see them anymore. As if he was itching to swat your backside, he flexed his hand again, before balling it up into a fist. His other hand was busy undoing the top few buttons of his white dress shirt. Through the small gap, you could see the thin silver necklace that matched his bracelet. The long chain lay against his heaving chest, mingling with his limited chest hair, as he took deep breaths. You couldn’t see it, because it was hidden by his shirt, but there is a small charm on the end of that chain. The charm had a simple engraving of your first initial.

He leaned to one side now, the fisted hand relaxing and sliding into his pocket. He pulled out a sleek, black iPhone. Is he going to take your picture? You didn’t care. You trusted him fully, and if he wanted to take a picture to remember this moment, then you wanted him to have it. But instead of raising the phone to point the camera in your direction, he started swiping through apps. He found the one he wanted and opened it. He laid the phone on his thigh and you could see there was nothing on the screen but a graphic of a shiny gold button.

"Do you know what this button does?" He asked.

You shook your head, no.

He leaned forward, presenting the phone to you.

"Would you like to find out?" You looked at him, unsure. He slid the phone onto the bed so it was resting underneath your tied hands, which now hovered over the screen. You looked down at the phone, then back up to him. He ran the tip of his nose up your arm, and kissed your shoulder gently.

"Go on, baby." He whispered in your ear. "Press it."

You brought your hands down, and with all the courage you could muster, pressed the button quickly. You gasped. The small toy he had inserted into you, after tying you up, gave a quick buzz. He chuckled darkly at your reaction. You pressed the button again, longer this time, holding your finger on it. The toy buzzzzzed inside of you, sending shivers through your whole body. You moaned, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. He leaned forward and snatched the phone from your hand.

"Ah ah ah," he scolded. "Let’s not get carried away."

He sat back in his chair, watching you. He pressed the button a few times in quick succession. Your body flinched and shook with the vibrations. You whimpered and looked at him pleadingly. He held his finger on the button for a few short seconds. Your back arched, your eyes screwed shut. You whimpered once more when he removed his finger from the button.

"Poor baby," he teased. "Do you want me to keep pressing the button?" He pressed it once quickly as he said the word ‘button’. You gasped and nodded vigorously. He pressed it again for a few seconds, moans falling from your lips.

"You look so beautiful, kitten. Tied up and moaning for me." His words made you clench around the toy, which buzzed as he held the button. He continued holding it, the longest he had yet. No longer able to stay upright, one of your hips hit the bed. Now facing him, your tiny silk string had come undone, revealing your breasts to him. He released the button. You were breathing heavily. He knelt next to the bed, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. His soft lips kissed from your mouth, down your neck, until they found your breast. His quick tongue lashed out at your nipple. Your head fell back, eyes closed, in bliss. He sucked your nipple into his mouth and pressed the button. He hummed his approval at the sound of your moans, causing vibrations on your breast that matched the ones at your core. He released the button and you fell back on the mattress.

He stood and you grew cold without him near. He walked to the foot of the bed, and ran his fingers up and down your left calf.

"So beautiful." He whispered to himself. You pulled your knees toward your chest, revealing your sex to him. His pupils dilated. He got on his knees. "I love playing with you, kitten." He said, his warm breath brushing across your clit. You lifted your hips slightly, bringing yourself closer to his mouth. He pulled back.

"Don’t get greedy, baby. You will get what I give you, when I give it to you." He scolded, and then smacked you in your most sensitive area. You yelped.

"These panties look so pretty, shielding your little pussy, but I think it’s time to take them off." He pulled your thong down to your ankles. Now fully exposed to him, he leaned in and licked a stripe from the toy up to the top. The feeling of his tongue on you making you buck your hips again. He gave you another smack on your now naked pussy.

"You taste so good, princess." He moaned. He was slowly loosing his composure. He licked another stripe, then flicked his tongue across your clit, and pressed the button. Your stomach tightened and you nearly screamed. He kept his finger on the button and his tongue kept pace. You could feel your release building inside you. He could hear it in your moans that you were close. He released the button and pulled away. You whined.

"Don’t you whine at me." He warned, standing up. "I’ll let you cum, but I want to see your face when you do."

His thumb found your clit and began to rub circles, while his other thumb pushed the button. You moaned and your back arched, pushing your breasts higher. You could feel it building again.

"Go ahead, baby." He encouraged. "Cum for me."

And you did. Your body trembled with the release of it, your eyes scrunched shut, hands balled up into fists.

"Good girl baby. Your so pretty when you’re cumming." He said, releasing the button. You relaxed on the sheets as you came down from your high. He slowly pulled the toy out and placed it on the bedside table. He walked toward your head.

"When you’re ready, get back on your knees." He commanded. You did as he asked. Now level with your face, he started undoing his belt. You could see the bulge in his pants and your mouth started to water. You love it when he lets you suck him. It’s your favorite way to please him. He pulled his cock out of his pants and started stroking it slowly.

"Open." He commanded, and you did so immediately. Enthusiastically.

"So eager." He teased. "What a good girl." He put his hand on the back of your head and guided his tip into your mouth. You moaned at the familiar taste of him. He slowly pushed his length in to your mouth until his tip touched the back of your throat. You gagged and he pulled out a little. Then he repeated the process. After a few thrusts, he shoved his cock as far in as he could get it. You sputtered around him, spit dripping down onto the sheets. His head fell back. "Fuck." He exhaled. Then he suddenly pulled all the way out, leaving you empty. He knelt down and kissed you deeply.

He then walked around the bed, removing the rest of his clothes, and aligned himself with your entrance. Your heart quickened with the anticipation.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asked, rubbing his tip up and down through your wetness. You nodded. "Tell me." He said.

"Yes please." You said, shyly. "I’m ready. Please." You begged. He grabbed your hips and slowly pushed all the way inside you, until his hips were touching your ass.

"You feel divine, kitten." He moaned. But, he didn’t move. He stayed still for a moment and let you adjust to his size. You kept clenching and unclenching around him.

"Minho.." you moaned, pleading.

"What is it baby?" He answered.

"Please.." was all you could say.

"Okay, honey." He said sweetly, rubbing up and down your back. He grabbed your hips again and started thrusting in and out. His pace was slow and hard. He thrusts were powerful, his fingers digging into your skin, surely to leave a bruise. You didn’t mind. You loved it when he marked you.

"Fuck." He moaned, quickening his pace.

You were a moaning mess beneath him. He leaned down, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling your head back.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He whispered in your ear.

"Yes!" You moaned.

"Do you like it when I fuck you?" He breathed.

"Yes! Yes!" You answered.

"Yes, what?" He ordered. "Say it, baby. You like it when i fuck your sweet little cunt?"

"Yes, sir!" You moaned. "Feels so good."

"My cock drunk little slut, takes my cock so good." He said, thrusting harder.

He released you with a grunt and you fell forward onto the mattress, he spanked you, hard. "Mmm"he growled., and spanked you again. "I love it when your pretty ass turns red, baby." Spank. "You’re such a good girl letting me use you like this." Spank.

"Oh my god." You moaned.

"That’s it baby." He said, thrusting into you. You could feel your orgasm building.

"Minho.." you whimpered.

"What baby?" He asked, sweetly. "Are you going to cum?"

"Yes please, sir."

His thrusts were getting sloppier, his breathing ragged. He was getting close too. "Go ahead baby. Cum on my cock."

You clenched around him, squeezing so tight. "Fuck!" He yelled.

An intense orgasm hit you then. "Thank you!" You moaned. "Thank you, sir! Thank you. Thank you."

"You’re welcome, sweet girl." He said. "Keep milking my cock. Do you want my cum, baby?" He asked.

Still convulsing, you managed to moan out a "yes, please." And with a growl, he released inside of you. He buried himself as deep as he could and froze, riding out his orgasm and emptying himself into you. He leaned down and kissed your back, then your shoulder.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked, breathless.

You nodded, unstable to speak. He kissed your back again and then straightened. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you empty and a wave of sadness came over you. You could feel his cum leaking out of you and onto the bed. He knelt down so his breath was hitting your tired pussy. He used his finger to scoop up his cum and put it back inside you. You moaned into the sheets. He kissed your thighs, kissed the red handprints on your ass, and then licked your clit quickly before sticking his tongue in your dripping hole. He licked your walls and you shivered around him.

He pulled away. "Both of our release taste so good when they’re mixed together." He licked his lips. He untied your ankles and rubbed where the rope had been. He kissed each ankle before crawling on the bed next to you and untying your wrists. He kissed those as well before pulling your limp body close to his chest, squeezing you tight. You kissed his muscled chest.

"I love you." You said, your voice muffled against his skin.

"What baby?" He asked, pulling back and looking down at you softly.

You looked up into his eyes. "I love you." You repeated quietly.

"Oh, baby." He pulled you close again, your face in his chest. His smell in your nostrils, tears leaking from your eyes. You loved this man, so much. It hurt. He kissed your head.

"I love you, kitten." He said into your hair. "My sweet, sweet baby."

You sniffled, still crying slightly. He looked down at you again, using his thumb to wipe your tears.

"Don’t cry, honey. You promise you’re okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked, concern in his voice.

You shook your head no. You willed yourself to stop crying. This was pathetic, crying because you’re so in love. You needed to stop before you chased him away.

He hugged you tight without another word and rubbed your back softly with his fingertips. He kissed your head occasionally, humming a soft song until you fell asleep in his strong arms.

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ghostchems · 1 year

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Hear me out, hear me out...

Soft possessive Terzo with a virgin S/O.. I recently just went on YouTube and watched a thousand Terzo 'The birds and the bees' vids and in one of them he said something among the lines of ''It's the inexperience that makes me tremble.'' and that drove me wild, so I am in desperate need of more smut<3

so. sooo. uh, yeah.

You shuffle your feet outside of Papa’s quarters. Your chest feels tight, nervousness coursing through you. You know you should feel honored but it’s impossible for you not to be a little bit afraid.

What started as some friendly teasing among the other sisters of sin ended up exposing the fact that you were a virgin. Before the actual teasing had begun but after the idea was floated around to set you up with a ghoul, Papa had swooped in and offered to do the honors. The rest of the sisters quieted down and you knew that they had to be at least a tiny bit jealous.

Terzo had smiled and told you that inexperience made him tremble. He gently kissed the back of your hand and gave it a pat, telling you to meet him at his quarters that night.

And now, you are here. You decided to wear a short, flowing dress with nothing underneath. It made you feel a bit sexy and scandalous and you hope he thought so too. You knock softly on the door and Papa opens it at once, already in a loose silk robe and nothing else. Your eyes drift down to between his legs and see the outline of his dick.

“I’ve been thinking of you, cara.” Terzo winks and takes you by the hand. Your cheeks flush as he guides you inside the Papal Suite and you can hardly take in how truly luxurious it all looks. Instead your eyes are focused on Papa while you start to feel heat pooling between your legs.

“Please, sit.” He motions to the bed and you do as you're told, crossing your legs and settling your hands in your lap. “Are you nervous, dolce?” Terzo takes a seat beside you, his knee pressing into yours and his legs spread wide so that you can almost fully see his cock and balls.

“A little bit, yeah.�� You muster, managing a sheepish smile. He leans in close to you and your breath catches in your throat. You’ve never been this close to Papa before.

“Cara, this is about you. We do what you are comfortable with, si? We don’t even have to fuck if you don’t want to.” His fingers toy with the spaghetti straps of your dress. “If you like something, tell me. If something makes you uncomfortable, per favore, tell your Papa. Capisce?” Terzo leans in even further, his nose brushing against yours. “Understand, sorella?”

“Y-yes, Papa.” You whisper as your eyes fall to his lips. They quirk into a grin and heat rushes to your face. Terzo pushes the straps off of your shoulders, his fingertips dancing along your skin and moving to your neck. His lips brush against yours and you draw in a sharp breath, his fingers trailing your jaw as he presses his lips firmly to you.

It’s so warm and welcoming. You melt into the kiss, your eyes falling shut as you reach for his chest. It rumbles with your touch. His own hands fall to your breasts, massaging them through your dress. He pinches at your nipples and you gasp into his mouth, pressing even closer into him. Terzo’s tongue pushes into your mouth and you moan at the taste of him. You press your thighs together, feeling yourself growing more aroused by his touches.

He tugs your dress down, exposing your breasts. His thumbs swipe over your nipples before pinching at them again. You whine as he pulls away from this kiss. You’re able to take in how smudged the paint on his lips are before he dips down and mouths at your collarbone. Terzo’s strong hands move to grip at your waist and pushes you back onto the bed, lowering you to your back.

His knee settles between your legs as his lips find one of your breasts, flicking his tongue against the nipple before taking it into his mouth. Your hips snap, grinding against his knee in search of any kind of friction. Terzo lifts his head up to look at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. He spreads your legs and settles between them, his hard cock pressing against your core as he pushes your dress up.

“Are you ready, cara? We are going to go nice and slow, okie dokie?” He whispers huskily as he lines himself up. You reach for his shoulders and nod enthusiastically. You don’t think you’ve ever been this wet in your life. Terzo slips off his robe and you get to see him in his full glory. He truly is so handsome. All of your fear is gone and is replaced with lust for him.

Still, the thought of the first time hurting popped up into your brain but you are expecting it, at least. Terzo pushes in slowly, sucking in a breath as he inches into you. You’re surprised to find that it doesn’t hurt at all but you feel some pressure as you stretch around him. He bottoms out and hisses, dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

“H-how are you feeling, dolce? Good, yes?” He sighs into your neck.

“Good, yes.” You whisper and bring your hips up to meet his. Terzo gives a soft groan.

“S-so tight. I’m going to… start now, okay?” He picks his head up and starts to slowly roll his hips. An involuntary moan spills from your lips, your eyes squeezing shut and your mouth dropping open. You can feel his cock twitch inside you while he keeps a steady pace. You start to grow a bit more confident and wrap your legs around his waist, which allows for him to push in even deeper.

“O-oh.” You whine and arch you back. Terzo grips onto your hips and his thrusts grow a bit quicker. You start to feel the band in your stomach tighten even more, the muscles in your legs tensing.

“You like this, cara? You like the f-feeling of my cock in your t-tight cunt?” He growls, his hips snapping roughly.

“Yes, P-papa!” You cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders. “M-more, please.”

Terzo obliges, his thrusts growing more erratic and he moans deeply against your ear. A couple more snaps of his hips and you feel it, the rush of pleasure coursing through you, a whimpering sob falling from your lips as it overtakes you. He is close behind you, a growl ripping from his throat while he fills you up with shallow thrusts.

You feel lighter but your eyes are wide, staring at the ceiling while zoning out. He is panting on top of you, his strong hands tugging you to his side as he rolls off. Your eyes meet his sleepy ones and you take in his face. His paint is now completely smudged and this may be the closest you’ll ever get to see him without it.

“How was that, cara?” Terzo hums, pulling you up against him and then reaching for the covers. You’re in a daze but you’re able to smile dreamily. You tuck your head against his chest.

“Very good.”

“I usually last longer but… eh, you were just so tight.” He chuckles and nuzzles his nose against your forehead. “You enjoyed it, though? Perhaps next time we can experiment a bit more, si?”

“Next time?” You pick your head up and look at him with big eyes.

“If you’ll have me again, dolce.” He winks.

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thecynthh · 5 months

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confide - M.S

summery - y/n escapes to the balcony of you and matt’s room while a whole party is still buzzing under you, he finds you and lets you know that he still loves you no matter what

notes - MORE FLUFF, guys we needed more fluff, i can make a part 2 with smut in it if u whores like this one 🫶

a/n - this is me putting off smart ass 🤗

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trying to escape the madness of the party happening underneath me i choose to sit on the outdoor couch on the very high balcony i sit at. i started the mini fire pit in front of me as all the supplies for it was just in a box near the door.

the blanket that embraces me is fluffy and soft, as much as i love matt i couldn’t breath in that horrible blanket of tension his mother threw onto me. i was drilled with questions by her knowing the reason for the excessive amount. matt went through a rough break up before me, and i can’t blame her for wanting to make sure her son doesn’t go through something like that again.

the fire crackles and pops while i just enjoy the city lights and soft jazz that plays on the upper level of the penthouse, i lay my head down on the other seat cozying up on the bamboo woven couch, the thick padding cradle me as i feel myself being lulled to sleep.

not long after i fall asleep im woken up by the sound of the sliding door behind me, a shadowy figure walks to the side of the couch, it was matt.

“hi sweetheart, did you get tired?” matt says, folding over to get closer to my face, the glow of the fireplace reflects every chiselled feature in his face. i give him a soft nod while he peels his suit jacket off resting it on the chair that is also stationed towards the fire.

“hey move your head up,” i do as i’m told and he slides into the seat on the couch my head was recently covering up, he lays my head back onto his muscular thigh letting me use him as a pillow.

“im sorry, i was so overwhelmed by your mom,” i say shameful of when i tripped over my words and made a fool of myself.

“yeah, nick told me about it, he already told her to calm down on the questions, he also led me here to you and i don't think my mom is the only factor of you coming up here.” he says, dipping his head down to kiss my forehead. his fingers push my hair away from my face as i turn to look up at him.

“i don’t know matt, i feel weird. i don’t belong in this sparkly dress or these high class parties. i’m so new to all of it, and don’t get me wrong, i love all of this and you so much to keep pushing through but if i’m being honest it’s really hard for me to be down there.” i hope matt understood what i meant by all of that because it really felt good to get off my chest.

“i get it, we grew up differently, but that doesn’t change anything between us. i dont care if you were dirty and homeless on the street as long as i knew who you were i would have picked you up, housed you and loved you forever. and i'm willing to do that right now too. i don’t care if my family is worried about me, because i know that i'm alright now. you healed me.” he cupped my cheek making sure my eyes were still connected to his while he assured me of his intentions and beliefs.

“i know i’m not what your mom envisioned who you would be with, so thank you for all of this. from the dress to the heels and your sweet words, thank you for sharing your beautiful life with me.” i sit up and begin to straddle matt, my red dress pools around us while i take matt in for a large hug. he returns it pushing my head into his neck letting me become way more calm then i was when i came up here.

i look back up to him with a tear escaping from my perfectly done eye make up. “don’t cry please, it breaks my fucking heart when you cry.” he kisses the tear before it can run fully down my face fully. “how about we go to bed, i’ll get you all cleaned up and all i have to do is tell nick and chris that i’m not feeling well and we can cuddle all night, sounds good?” i eagerly nod, giving an enthusiastic yes.

he wraps my straddled legs around his torso and carries me inside, keeping me bundled up in my blanket as I'm moved to the bed, before promptly putting out the fire i started. he retreats back to me bringing one of my silk black cami tops to change into while he goes to my large vanity and brings back a soaked cotton pad to use to clean my face of running mascara and concealer.

he gently rubs and wipes across my face seeing him extremely focused on the task in front of him. he tosses the stained pad and he lets me crawl into bed. “okay i’ll be back im just going to find chris or nick to update them, i won’t be long.” he lingers at the door handle while telling me his exact actions while he heads out the door.

i check my phone for messages and notifications while before he comes back to our room, he strips off his button up abandoning it in the hamper that crowds a corner of the room. his dress pants hang low on his hips as they fall slightly while he pulls his belt through the multitude of loops on his pants.

he’s now just left in his plaid print boxers as he slips under the charcoal grey duvet and snakes his arms around me pulling me in, embracing me just like he said he would. his chest is flush with my back and his legs entangle with mine. he’s warm and still smells like the intoxicating cologne he adores. i take a deep breath in being very content in where my life ended up and how i’m now engaged with my fiance and now letting the rest of his family know at a party. life is great when you find your person.

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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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thinking about going on a date with joe and giving him a sloppy tipsy blowjob in the alley next to the bar ))):

he’s smart, sophisticated, suave in a way that made other men pale in comparison. he was cultured, intelligent, knew a lot of the world that most men his age didn’t. he’d wooed you by speaking fluent italian after he swore up and down he was poor at it — though he could be arrogant when he wanted to be, when he knew he was good at something.

he’s flirty without meaning to be. it comes naturally to him, through the lingering glances, the occasional touch of your skin when you made him laugh. the toothy smile and the way he’d lean into you. he always had to be close to you, just enough that his heat radiated against you. he’s sat next to you in the booth, cosied up and cheeks flushed pink from too many martinis.

you weren’t a martini girl. but you were for him. anything he wanted you to be, you would be. you drank them slowly, savoringly, the briny, salty taste swirling on your tongue and making you dizzy. he notices you don’t eat the olives, swipes them from your glass and pops them in his mouth like it’s nothing.

your gaze lingers too long on his hands. his thick fingers. perfectly manicured nails. chunky silver rings. your belly pools with a heat, a deep need inside of you to gulp them down and lick the remainder of the olive juice off them. your cheeks flush dark and he smirks, leans over to brush your hair from your face and wrap one of those god forsaken hands around the side of your neck. brushes your jaw with his thumb. you’re melting.

he’s suited and booted head to toe in armani. two buttons on his silk shirt unbuttoned, his chest adorned with his pretty chains. black looks best on him, makes him look as sultry as he truly is. you want to jump his bones.

he excuses himself for a cigarette and you’re sat there with a hazy head, in need of something. your feet blindly follow him, thick fur jacket wrapped tightly around you to block out the cool winter chill.

he’s leaning against the wall, as if he’s not in a four thousand dollar suit, cigarette in one hand and phone in the other. his head snaps up when he hears you and he smiles, “you want?” he asks, offering you the smoke. you take it gratefully, hoping the nicotine would warm you up the way it always did when you were on a night out with friends, huddled in the doorway of some dingy pub for warmth.

you’re not your real self around him. he’s intimidating, you’re common. you get pissed on nights out and dance up against men in dirty clubs. you take them home and you don’t remember names. how you wound up with a man like him you’ll never know, but he clearly saw something in you that you never saw in yourself.

you’re in each others faces, giggling about nothing, he’s flushed pink down to his chest, from the alcohol no doubt. he’s gorgeous when he laughs, all teeth and crinkly eyes and he’s so pretty it makes you want to claw at the walls. he leans in and steals a kiss that you instantly turn heavy, opening your mouth for him.

his tongue is sinful, the way he licks into your mouth, the tinge of smoke and bitter alcohol dancing on your tongue. his cigarette is abandoned in his hand, the one that’s now gripping your waist through the thin material of your pretty satin dress. it’s white. virginal. a juxtaposition.

you drop to your knees in a fluid motion, expert fingers working the button and zip of his fancy, expensive suit trousers. you ruck them down just enough for his half hard cock to slip out. he’s big, uncut, a pretty shade of pink, thick enough that he’s a real stretch in your mouth.

“dirty girl,” he admires you with chocolate brown eyes and a seductive smile as you wrap your hand around him, tugging him off until he’s fully hard.

“i’m anything you want me to be,” you flutter your lashes prettily at him, pulling his foreskin back, spitting on the mushroom tip to get him all nice and wet for you. the head matches your lipstick, blush pink and shiny.

you make hasty work of it, wanting to be good for him and get him off quickly. your hand wraps around what your mouth can’t reach, jacking him into the heat of your wet mouth, sliding down so far he’s cutting off your breathing and you’re struggling.

he stumbles on his feet a little, hand petting your hair and the last of his cig dragging between his lips. you can’t take your eyes off of him, and he refuses to look away. he’s half lidded, puffy spit slick mouth open in a moan as he watches you just go to fucking town. you’re insatiable and he thinks he’s in love with you.

“that’s it, take my cock,” he’s muttering and it’s slurred as the hand in your hair fists gently and shoves you down even further until you’re gagging and your eyes are watering, “calm down, sweet girl. you can do it.”

and you do, breathing harshly through your nose as you swallow around the fat head pushed into your throat, tongue swiping over the thick vein on the underside, suckling. you’re drooling, it’s spilling out the sides of your mouth and dripping down your chin.

your jaw aches, your knees scream at you as they dig harshly into the gravel below, but you can't find it in you to care when he's looking down at you like he's never seen anything more beautiful, moaning and spewing profanities like he's got no worry that somebody could walk past and see you both at any point.

your free hand grips at the small expanse of his bared thigh, using that touch to ground yourself as he abuses your throat, fucking his hips back and forth until you're gagging and tears are spilling from your eyes, ruining your pretty makeup.

"stunning," he muses quietly, running a thumb over a tear stain on your cheek, hips stuttering, and you use that to your advantage, gaining control back and sucking him down wetly until he's whimpering above you, "fuck, m'coming."

you quirk a brow, swallow around him one last time, and he's coming hot down your throat, big wet eyes squeezing shut, unable to keep eye contact as he unloads in the heat of your mouth. you hum as you savour him on your tongue, because somehow even the heady taste of that was perfect.

he's a gentleman when he comes to, because he always is. he helps you up from the ground, and you help him tuck his spent cock back inside his pants in return. he kisses you like he doesn't care that your tongue tastes of his release, large hand engulfing your cheek and fingertips in your hair soothingly.

he lights another cigarette, and offers you your own one this time too. you smoke in the peaceful quiet, the drunken haze still overpowering and the ringing in your ears stunning you into silence. you're dumbstruck.

when you get back to his place he makes up for giving you sore knees by eating you out until you cry. because, like you said, he was a gentleman.

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"La Vie En Rose" - Ikaris x Eternal!Reader

Summary: You and Ikaris are finally ready to take a big step in your relationship. The two of you hare details about yourselves to really show how much you two have loved one another throughout your entire existence and since the failed Emergence.

Warning(s): MDNI 18+, very heavy smut in the beginning, loss of virginity, Persephone!Reader/Sephia is demisexual, spoilers, talk of WW2 and its aftermath, mention of suicide, Druig and Kaety are mentioned, almost character death, author tries to talk about music but has no musical background

Author's Notes: I think this might be the longest Ikaris oneshot ever on Tumblr, with a whopping 9.2k word count. For context, I would go to this masterlist, and read the very first post. I would like to thank Grammarly for making sure I don't write like a hill-billy. A huge thanks to @ethereal-athalia for her help. A lot of these ideas could not have been done without her input. I hope y'all have a wonderful Valentine's Day! I also plan to make a Valentine's Day for Druig x Hecate!Reader

Inside the Ritz’s Suite Chopin in Paris, clothes were sprawled across the room. Your dress had pooled on the ground where Ikaris zipped it off you as soon as the door closed. His suit jacket and tie had been removed before you two entered the room. Despite how frantic your movements may have seemed on the outside, you and your lover knew that this moment had been long overdue.

The blue rings in his eyes thinned as his pupils widened at the sight of your strapless bra with its matching lacy cheeky-cut underwear and garter belt. After you ripped his dress shirt and buttons flew across the room, you marveled at the mass of muscle and heavenly skin by softly revering his body with your touch.

You traced every scar and line on his body as if handling a priceless painting. Ikaris sharply hissed at the feeling of your feather touch ghosting over his body. He responded by lifting you in his arms and wrapping your legs above his hips while he kept a firm grip on your soft, ample bottom. He felt your muscles tense before relaxing, and your body melted into his embrace as if the two of you were bodies were born to be together.

“I love you,” he whispered with each kiss he pressed on your skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Ikaris,” you panted, “don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”

Trailing kisses down your neck, your lover never took his lips off yours as he carried you across the living room to the boudoir covered with pomegranate flowers. Laying your body gently on the goose feather duvets, Ikaris stood utterly captivated by how your hair framed your face like an ethereal halo.

The sight was nothing short of heavenly.

The luminosity of the moonlight shining through the overhead window gave your form a celestial glow. Your divine figure, added with the contrast of colors from the blossoms on the stark bedspread, made him wonder if this was all a wonderful dream instead of his cruel reality.

Sensing his fear that you were only an illusion, you sat up and took Ikaris’ hand from his side to press a gentle kiss on his palm.

“Ikaris, I am here. I am with you. We are together – now and forever, forever and always.”

Overwhelmed with happiness, your immortal paramour felt a mountainous burden topple down as the relief of knowing this moment was not a figment of his imagination. His Adam’s apple bobbed as tears welled up in his iridescent blue irises.

Ikaris brought his other hand to cup your other cheek before lowering himself to plant a feathery kiss on your forehead. He closed his eyes – savoring the feel of your skin on his lips as he tried to memorize the scent of your hair with the fragrance of the pomegranate flowers surrounding you.

“Ikaris,” you softly begged, “please kiss me.”

And who was he to refuse such a sweet request?

Pressing his lips to yours, Ikaris felt you lower yourself until your back was fully pressed against the bedspreads underneath them. No matter how much his lungs clenched for air, he refused to part for even a breath of air. But you softly pushed him back. Ikaris opened his eyes – prepared to ask if you needed to stop. But he stopped himself at the sight of your lust-filled eyes with the blush on the apple of your cheeks. You reached behind your back and unclasped the hooks of your brassiere before removing the rest of your undergarments.

Time slowed down frame by frame as Ikaris watched you further reveal yourself to him. A part of your hair fell forward to cover your breasts as you lowered your head and fixated on your gaze on the silky scarlet petal of the flower you rubbed between your fingers. Scars and marks dotted your body from battles between deviants in the past. Ikaris knew he was the only man you let see so much.

You sighed as you couldn’t help but feel like shrinking into the shadows as he stared.

“I don’t…I know I’m not as pretty as most of the women you’ve slept with. My body is a bit…, and I’m not as willowy and lovely as Kaety or Sersi. Even Thena is so beautiful and strong. My hips have a weird dip and –” You felt like crying for ruining the moment. “I’m making this so awkward – I’m so sorry.”

Ikaris quietly sat across you for a moment. Then he tipped your chin, and you were forced to look at his stern expression but heated gaze.

“Sephia, your body…it’s lovely. There isn’t a woman or creature more beautiful than you.”

You scoffed inelegantly, but Ikaris shook his head.

“I’m serious. Sephia, I – everything about you is so mind-bogglingly wonderous and beautiful. I have thought so since we first met on the Domo. Who could possibly have given you the idea otherwise?”

You leaned into his chest and let out a deep sigh. “It was no one in particular. I just noticed that men continually gawked at my chest whenever we settled into a new location. They would always stare when I wasn’t looking. Sometimes, when they were drunk, they would tug on my dress and comment that I was either too big or too small. It’s why I preferred to wear their clothing. I thought I attracted too much attention from my Olympian Attire, so I hoped to be noticed less in their garbs. I tried telling Ajak, but she told me not to pay attention to their actions since they were only curious. But it didn’t stop until I told Kaety.”

Hearing your explanation, Ikaris’ hold on you tightened. Once more, he was in your friend’s debt. How dare those lowly men cause you so much strife? Had he known of your troubles, he would have ensured that those fools feared for their lives. But he knew if you were aware of his thoughts, it would only push you away – so he remained quiet.

Instead, he planted a gentle kiss on both of your cheeks and whispered to you how honored he was for this moment. His hands caressed your thighs, and he had your legs straddled on his hips as he made sure you were comfortable on his lap. He let you take the lead by wrapping your arms over his shoulders and groaned at the feeling of you pressing his chest against your bare bust.

The way he moaned your name made your stomach clench. “Sephia. Thank you. I will show you how beautiful to me– tonight and every night from now on if you’ll permit me.”

You nodded your head against the crook of his neck. You didn’t trust your voice to convey your love for the man with you tonight.

But Ikaris needed more. “Say it, Sephia. Look me in the eye and tell me if you want us to continue.”

Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head to show your trust. “I want you to continue.”

Bringing you in for a heated kiss, Ikaris and you explored each other’s bodies with your hands as your lips were locked in a familiar embrace. He then trails kisses down your chin and travels down your neck and across the tops of your breasts. You wondered if he could hear how hard your heart was beating against the confines of your rib cage as you panted for air.

Ikaris used one hand to cup one of your flushed breasts covered in love bites and kisses. On the other, he put his mouth on your puckered nipple and swirled his tongue around the areola.

You slowly rocked your hips and whispered for more. “Ikaris, Ikaris, Ikaris – more, more, please.”

Your body was his paradise, and you were his angel. Everything about you – the perfume of your skin, the silky luster of your hair, the addictive scent of your arousal – it was both all too much and never enough.

Switching breasts to continue his services, Ikaris wondered if he could get you to cum without directly touching you down there. He felt emboldened by the challenge with the breathless praises spilling from your lips that were swollen and red from his kisses.

He traveled down to your navel while continuing to trace his tongue and lips across your skin until he stopped at your navel. Dipping his tongue into your navel region, your initial reaction was a giggle, but then he used both of his hands to reach for your abandoned mounds to massage them. The rough calluses on his fingers gave way to new sensations unbeknownst to you, making your laughter change to moans.

Arching your back, you called out his name with your sweet voice. “Ikaris- Ikaris! It’s too…it’s too much!”

As you arched your back, you pushed your chest further into his hands. He tendered cupped them before giving them a hard squeeze and then used his fingers to pinch your nipples. Twisting and tugging them brought tears to your eyes as the pleasure from the attention he granted to your bosom with the swirling of his tongue in your navel.

The feel of Ikaris’ hot tongue contrasting with the cooling spit from his saliva only added to your rapture. You felt your stomach tighten into an invisible coil as you clawed and grasped onto the bed covers to ground you. The coil became tighter and tighter until your lips started to tremble as your core clenched around nothing, and your mouth opened to let out no noise as your vision went white. Your body squirmed, and you clamped your legs to unsuccessfully quell the sensations.

Ikaris’ mouth traveled down to your nether lips as he removed his hands from your breasts to spread your legs and put them over his shoulders. Although the sight of the Eternals’ strongest fighter between your legs was certainly an arousing view, you couldn't contain snorting at the absurdity of it all.

Your cerulean-eyed beloved raised a quizzical brow to showcase his offended feelings.

“And what, pray tell, do you find so amusing right now, flower?” he asked in a monotone voice.

“I’m sorry-” you couldn’t stop laughing “-I’m so sorry – I just never imagined being in this situation with you – with anyone.”

He gave you a flat look for you to continue.

You went on with your explanation. “For so long, I have never felt this way. You- you aren’t the first person I’ve been with – romantically, at least – but I could never feel myself wanting to go further. It always felt like something was stopping me. For so long, I thought something was wrong with me. And then, after talking with Kaety and Phastos, I thought I might be asexual. But it hadn’t been until those moments we spent in the field outside the village that I- I felt a bond transform from friendship to what I didn’t realize to be love to- to this.”

You stopped laughing and lifted your torso on one elbow to reach him. You cupped his face with one hand, and Ikaris nuzzled his face into your palm – welcoming the feel of your silky touch. In your eyes, there was enough love to make the world outside this room disappear.

“I haven’t felt this way for anyone but you. It was such an unexpected surprise, but I wasn’t scared. I think it was because- well, despite everything, I never felt unsafe around you. Ikaris, the years I spent with you after Thanos’ Snap and before the Emergence were some of the happiest years of my life. I don’t think there are words to describe how much I love you.”

It was only when you stroked your thumb on his cheek that Ikaris realized he was crying. As Ajak’s most trusted and loyal soldier, he had an image of stability to maintain. Before his suicide attempt in flying to the sun, he could count the number of times he cried throughout his life on one hand.

The first was when a deviant managed almost to sever his spine. The pain was so terrible. It took the efforts of Ajak and Kaetlyn to stop him from bleeding out and close the gash, but not without a garish scar across his back.

The second was when you left him and what remained of the team after Kaetlyn and Druig left in response to the genocide of Tenochtitlan citizens from Spanish conquistadors. He was hurt and felt betrayed. He called you weak and naïve to believe that you, Kaet, and Druig had better judgment than Arishem for humanity’s future. While your leaving broke his heart, his sobbing resulted from the pained look on your face from his words. He cried for three days after your departure.

The third time was after he killed Ajak. It broke his heart to kill the one he admired and followed for so long. She wanted to stop the Emergence and stop Arishem’s Grand Design of the birth of a new Celestial. But to do so was to condemn you to a slow and painful death, and Ajak knew that. The Avengers destroyed your regained health when they brought back the rest of humanity.

Ikaris knew that destroying the planet you loved so much would have brought you more pain than your illness, but it was humanity that weakened you so much from the beginning. If the Emergence must occur, Ikaris was sure he could ask Ajak to convince Arishem to allow him to keep his memories. If he had, he would have been able to love you from the beginning of everyone’s rebirth.

But he failed, and it nearly cost him you and your sister. The memory Druig implanted in his mind would haunt him forever. It was so unnatural to see Kaety so lifeless, so cold. The sight and Aisling’s screams with Laoise’s cries made it worse.

The fourth was when he stood before Sersi as her frame kneeled atop Tiamut’s emerging body. You lay unconscious as you allowed your new leader to use your cosmic energy to kill the infant Celestial but also to use your body as a medium to use the Celestial’s infinite amount of cosmic energy to revitalize the Earth. Standing in front of his sister as she kneeled next to your body, Sersi was ready to accept her death at her brother’s hand. But Ikaris could not steel his resolve to aim his heat vision at her heart.

He could not kill his sister – not when she was the one person he could ever love as much as he does you. She was the only person who trusted more than anyone in the world. She knew all his secrets and was the first to realize his love for you.

Just as Kaetlyn was your sister, Sersi was his. And so all he could do was let himself be used to destroy Tiamut, give one final goodbye to his sister, and give you one final kiss before he flew to the sun.

Your voice broke him from his thoughts. “Ikaris? Are you all right?”

“Yes, flower,” he answered with a smile. “Thank you.”

“‘Thank you?’ Whatever for?” Your confused expression was so utterly adorable.

“Everything, I suppose,” he said while shrugging. “Sephia, you said you never imagined making love to anyone for thousands of years. But for me, it was all I could think about with you. As I said that night on the balcony, ‘I was made to love you.’ And I will say these words and show you how much I mean them for however long you permit me.”

Your heart sang out to his at his sweet words. You reached to pull him down for a kiss before whispering in his ear.

“Ikaris, will you make love to me?”

“Yes,” came his immediate answer. “But first, I must prepare you.”

“Has that not been what you’ve been doing so far?”

Your immortal worshiper gave you a lascivious grin in response. “My petal, this had only been the beginning.”

Your hands clenched his hair in a feeble attempt to get him to ease Ikaris’ feasting. But all your actions brought were him spreading your legs further apart. The feeling of his tongue flitting over your clit as he drove fingers to furiously thrust inside your cervix to the point of making you weep in ecstasy.

It started with one, then it became two. Soon, he added the third, and the pain from the stretch quickly drove you to a state of nymphomania. It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, and it was far more intense than its predecessor. You felt your body spasm for a little bit before relaxing into the mattress as Ikaris languidly stroked your walls to carry out your climax for as long as possible.

This wasn’t the first time he had eaten you out, but it was the first time he could do so without interruptions.

As your essence spilled on his tongue, Ikaris let out an obtusely loud, close-mouthed groan, and its vibrations added to your overstimulation. Your body’s nectar was ambrosia worthy to be tasted only by gods. It was addictive enough for an Eternal such as himself to get drunk on it and crave its taste for all eternity.

He removed himself from the bed before frantically unbuckling his belt and stripping himself of his black slacks and boxer briefs. The way his shaft sprung out and its head hit Ikaris’ naval region made your eyes widen. It must have been around eight inches long, and the sight of it made you unconsciously clamp your legs close. It was pulsing dark pink with veins running along its length, and its head looked so swollen and red that it neared to purplish hue with a pearly white bead of precum leaking out.

You’ve seen corpses and anatomical diagrams. Kaety was the more explicit one out of the two of you. She had no qualms sharing even the most graphic details of Druig’s…thing.

But this was the first time you saw it in person, and you didn’t realize men could be so…big.

“Does it hurt…being like that?” you hesitantly asked as you reached forward to touch it. But he softly grasped your hand from getting too close.

Ikaris chuckled at your innocence. “It doesn’t hurt per se, but it is very sensitive. And if you touch it, I cannot promise you that I will last long enough to enjoy it.”

Kneeling on the bed, he carefully grabbed his length and positioned it just outside your soaking womanhood.

He cupped your cheek and brought your eyes to him. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Don’t think about me. Do you want this?”

Looking into his eyes, you drowned in the overwhelming sea of love that was his beautiful blue eyes. You admit you still felt a twinge of fear. But more than fear, more than lust and desire, you felt safe. What you shared with Ikaris was more than how you ever hoped to feel with someone. It was real – what you shared with this man was true and went beyond physical attraction. Your bond with him had only grown stronger since his return; nothing would ever change that.

“I’m ready,” you whispered as you felt the increasing rate of your heartbeat. “I love you, Ikaris. With all of me.”

He positioned his cock until its head had just entered you. You sharply sucked in a breath.

“I’ll do my best to make it as painless as possible. Take a deep breath if you need to. I won’t move until you feel like you’ve adjusted to it. We can go as slow or as fast as you want. I promise.”

“I know,” you replied. “I trust you.”

He gently pushed himself inside you inch-by-inch. The stretch of your walls around his manhood was almost painful. He was halfway inside you when you asked him to pause with two thin trails of tears running down your eyes.

“I just -” you gasped, “- I just need a minute.”

Ikaris softly stroked your cheek before catching a tear under your eye. “It’s okay. Take all the time you need.”

When you nodded to show you were ready, Ikaris continued to insert himself inside you until he fully bottomed out slowly. When he reached his hilt, he let out a mighty groan and husky rasp as you took a sharp and loud intake of breath. Despite how well-lubricated you were, the stretching of your cervix to accommodate his size was more than you expected. Thankfully, your lover did not move for the sake of you being able to adjust to the feel of him inside your tight walls.

Ikaris propped himself on one of his elbows as he hovered above you. He bit the inside of his cheek to hold back his moans, but the feeling of him being swallowed by your warmth was more euphoric than he could ever dream it to be. He lowered his head enough to kiss away the tears from your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered so sweetly. “This discomfort will pass, my love. I will not move until you are ready.”

Thank the stars he prepped you earlier. If he hadn’t, you weren’t sure you would have been able to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. It was the strangest sensation. You felt so full – as evidenced by the slight bulge protruding from your lower stomach – but the fullness was almost comforting.

It was evidence that you and your love joined bodies and became one.

You slowly wrapped your legs around Ikaris’ waist. Despite the discomfort, you wanted to feel as close and connected to the beautiful man hovering above you as possible. Soon, the pain lessened to a sting, and it dulled further before shifting to pleasure. It was not long before you craved the friction from Ikaris’ shaft moving inside you and slowly began grinding your hips against him to ease the ache inside you.

Ikaris could feel the fluttering of your cervix and your walls becoming more slick from your increasing arousal. Feeling your hips moving against him, he couldn’t stop the teasing leer at your squirming and the soft moans and whimpers leaving your lips.

“Does it feel good? I wonder how it would feel if I did this–” he pushed his hips to give a shallow thrust and reveled at the way your back was so beautifully arched.

Your cries were no longer laced with pain but adorned with shock from the unexpected pleasure.

“Oh? You like that?” he chuckled in smug amusement. “Fuck, your body is so responsive. You have no idea how much your sweet cries add to my ego.”

“I-Ikaris!” you stammered as you frantically moved your hips. “Please!”

“Please what, my flower?” he teased. “You know I can’t do anything until you provide explicit instructions.”

You wailed in frustration. “You know what I mean, you cruel man! I-I need you to m-move! I want to feel everything! PLEASE!”

Throwing all inhibitions to the wind, Ikaris gave you precisely what you wanted by giving hard, powerful drives. The squelch of your folds from each thrust was downright sinful and caused you to cry out his name. The slapping of his hips against your thighs, coupled with his gruff grunts and your high-pitched mewls, made for the most erotic symphony.

You felt so embarrassed by your reactions, but there was no use in holding back your reactions. You put your arm over your eyes to maintain some semblance of dignity, but Ikaris pinned it down to the side of your head. You opened your eyes to see if your lover was as out of control as you.

You were shocked to see how nearly black his eyes were, with almost no evidence of his lapis-lazuli irises. His lips had a thin, wet sheen of film covering them, and his hair was wholly tousled and unkempt from his usual militant style – a result of you running your fingers through it and yanking it.

“Oh no, don’t you dare cover your face,” he rasped. “I’ve waited for this moment for seven thousand years. All those years of watching those men stare at you with lustful eyes – every soldier, king, even fucking Thor. And I couldn’t do a damn thing about it – what right did I have to do so? But tonight- tonight, I ensure that you will never want anyone else but me.”

You shook your head. “No…only you- I only want you, Ikaris. I swear!”

“Gods, you’re so beautiful,” he cooed. “You feel so perfect – gripping me so tight. Do you feel as good as I do, my flower? Can you feel how I was made for you? As you were made for me? Can you feel how greedy your cunt is for me – I fit so perfectly inside you.”

The euphoria between you two reached such a crescendo that your bodies were frantically rocking against each other at an erratic tempo. You reached forward to cling onto his shoulders as you brought him in a close embrace. The only thing that mattered to you was the man above you and the love overflowing between you. The only thing that mattered to Ikaris was the feeling of you under him and knowing this wasn’t a dream.

The rest of the world disappeared, and the noise from the festivities of the City of Lights became white noise. The only sounds you could register in your lust-hazy mind were Ikaris’ hoarse groans and hushed gasps. The only sounds Ikaris could hear while in his bliss-intoxicated state were your breathless whimpers and sharp cries.

The two of you looked less like the gods humanity regaled in myths and legends and more akin to wild beasts. The sight of your legs tightly wrapped around Ikaris’ waist and the vulgar rings of the slapping of skin from him pounding into you was sinful. The feel of your full and soft breasts rubbing against his hard pecs only heightened the pleasure.

The familiar coil in your stomach returned, and its intensity was reaching a point of almost unbearable pleasure. All you could do was continue to cling to your lover with your nails dragging down his back as he continued to slam into you. Ikaris cursed under his breath at the feeling of your nails scraping long red marks on the skin of his back. He felt your walls start to tighten to show that you were reaching your peak. He increased his tempo to a relentless pace as he felt your walls continue to grip him.

With his newfound vigor, you became all the more aware of how he dragged each and every inch of his cock in and out of you. Your cunt wept at the way his new pace made you stretch even wider to accommodate for all of him. His rough patch of curls around the base of his cock hitting your swollen clit made your mind go blank.

“Ikaris!” you wailed. “Slow – slow down! I think – I think I’m going to – oh, FUCK!”

“Let go, Sephia,” Ikaris grunted. “I want to feel your cunt gripping my cock. I want to feel your walls creaming around me as your womb begs for my cum to fill so much that it leaks.”

Refusing to part from you, he snaked his arm to the space between your legs to press your swollen clit. The pressure from his fingers pinching your nub broke the dam inside you as your juices sprayed and soaked Ikaris’ manhood and naval region. Your back arched, and your legs trembled while the rest of your body pathetically spasmed from the intensity of your release. Your vision went white, and your mind was filled with blissful static as drool dribbled out of your mouth, hanging open at the sheer shock from the release of pressure.

When you came around him, Ikaris gripped the sheets so hard that he heard a faint rip as he felt a mass of textiles clump in his hand. If the fluttering of your cunt was heavenly, then the feeling of your walls clenching so hard around him as you sprayed your essence around him was euphoria. Using both hands, he unhooked your legs around his waist and spread them wide apart until your feet dangled by his head. The new position allowed him to reach so deep in you that he felt the tip of his shaft hitting the entrance of your womb.

He chased the end of his release as you senselessly babbled – your mind was too far gone from your climax, and all you could do was take all of him until he was done himself. It was not long until he felt his body tense, and he thrust himself into you to the hilt and came with a thunderous shout that echoed with your loud cries. The shift of all his weight ramming into the warm and wet hole that greedily latched onto him brought you a new sensation so pleasurable that it rocked on the edge of pain. The spilling of his hot seed inside your womb made you further cling onto him as tears streamed down your cheeks – as if melding your bodies into one being.

Ikaris completely let go of all of his tensions as he lay on top of you – panting for air. Your heart was racing as you tried to catch your breath. For a few minutes, the two of you only wanted to bask in the feel of you together in the aftermath of your lovemaking.

Not wanting to crush you with his weight, Ikaris gently tried to pry himself off you. He thought it would be best to grab a wet rag to help clean you or at least give you some water, but you refused to let go.

“I like feeling you inside me,” you whispered, your voice was a bit hoarse from your screams and cries.

His voice sounded more gruff than usual as he chuckled. “You shouldn’t say such things unless you’re prepared for another round. And by the looks of it, I think you’ve had enough for one night – especially for your first time.”

Ikaris stroked your cheek as he smiled at the sight of you. Your hair was tousled, and your skin was flushed to a lovely hue. There was not a patch of your neck that was not completely littered with red splotches from his bites and kisses. Your eyes were wet from the tears that streamed down your cheeks, and there was a small trail of drool from your mouth.

You were the very image of erotic perfection – only to ever be seen by him.

“…Was it good?” he hesitantly asked. “How do you feel?”

“I feel…at peace,” you replied after a few moments of thinking. “I don’t really feel any different from before. I certainly wouldn’t object to doing it again. But I just feel…content- and happy. Does that make sense?”

You felt your love’s feather-soft lips press against your hairline. “Yes, it does. But are you sure you don’t want to clean yourself? I know your thighs will feel…sticky in the morning if we don’t wipe it off.”

You shook your head. “No, I just want you here with me.”

“At least let me get you a glass of water,” he reasoned. “Believe me when I say you’ll be grateful for it in the morning.”

“Fine,” you relented with a pout. “Hurry back.”

He lowly chuckled as he lowered himself to plant a soft kiss on your temple.

When Ikaris returned with your water, he found you bundled under a cocoon of the bed’s sheets and covers. Shaking his head in amusement, he placed the glass on the nightstand on your side of the mattress. He carefully lifted the covers, not to wake you from your well-deserved slumber, and crawled under them before gently shifting your body in his arms.

As Ikaris closed his eyes and felt the beckoning lull of slumber reach him, he swore he could hear the tune of a trumpet blowing as a rich timber voice sang a familiar song that held a special place in his heart.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras Qu'il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose

With a peaceful smile on his face, Ikaris dreamt of a dear memory. It happened in Paris only over seventy years ago. He recalls the day he first heard the phrase ‘rose-colored glasses’ as if it were only yesterday. Unbeknownst to him, you were playing the same memory in your sleep.

Paris in February 1948 was a less-than-ideal time. The weather was dismal, and the air was filled with smog and cigarette smoke. The snow surrounding him more resembled ash blown from a forest fire than frozen ice particles falling from the heavens. People were still hurting from the losses they suffered in the war. The industry was ruined, food was severely rationed, and housing was in short supply. The once luminescent City of Lights and her people were living in misery.

But Ikaris’ longing to see you was greater than his misery.

You had been visiting the graves of soldiers and victims across France every February since the signing of the Paris Peace Treaties in 1947. While there were thousands of unmarked graves, you knew the names of each fallen soldier and nameless body. The Earth whispered each person's tale as their blood spilled to the ground. You would breathe their name to a single red poppy before laying the bloom on the ground. It was too little while also being too late, but you wanted to show your thanks.

Your heart ached at the thought of anyone crossing over without someone remembering them. You walked these hallowed grounds because these brave men and women had fought for that privilege. You walked to honor and thank them.

It was what Kaety and Phastos would have wanted. It was what James would have wanted.

Feeling a sudden shift in the air, you did not need to look to know who had joined you.

“Hello, Ikaris,” you greeted your friend while still kneeling on the ground. “What brings you here?”

“I just wanted to see you,” he replied. “Is that not what friends do?”

You bitterly laughed under your breath. You finally stood from the ground to face your old “friend.” It hurt to see how beautiful he remained despite how he impassively stared at you – as if you meant nothing to him.

“Are we still friends?” you asked. “After everything?”

If your questions hurt him, Ikaris had not let it be shown. But he at least had the decency to soften his tone and look down at his feet, slightly admonished.

“I suppose I deserve that,” he answered. He looked up to face you once more. “Sephia, I…I missed you.”

A new wave of tears threatened to spill as you scoffed at his words.

“Cruel man,” you inwardly wept. “Cruel, cruel man.”

“Forgive me for my reaction,” you scornfully replied. “But I find that a bit hard to believe, considering how we left things between us last time.”

The last time you had seen Ikaris was over fifty years ago when he visited you in the small open field outside Kaety and Druig’s commune. It was your usual meeting place for the past two centuries. It was close enough to the village that Kaety still felt your presence but far enough to ensure your meeting remained private.

The first time he came, you were so happy to see Ikaris. You were terrified at the idea of him forever hating you for joining Kaety and Druig in seclusion. He had criticized you for going against Arishmen’s orders. He told you it mattered little of what you and Kaety did – humanity was doomed to fail.

The last you heard from Kingo was that Ikaris had disappeared from Earth. No one had seen him since Ajak sent all of you away – not even Sersi or Sprite.

His reaching out to you over everyone else meant so much to you. Perhaps it was selfish, but it made you happy to know your talks and meetings with Ikaris were done without anyone’s knowledge. Not even Kaety knew of his presence. You two would talk about the world that was changing around them while reminiscing about the world that had passed.

With each talk, you felt your bond with your friend strengthen. With each meeting, your attachment to Ikaris became more profound as you often craved to see him just hours after he left. Your feelings grew to the point where you could no longer contain them. It felt like you had laid your entire heart on the line.

“Would you stay here?” you softly asked. “Would you stay here with me?”

And then he left, leaving you in the field by yourself.

“Did you hate the idea–” you hastily inhaled to stop your voice from breaking “– of staying here so much? Could you really have not found any joy in what I do here for those people?”

Ikaris reached out to hold you in his arms.

“No,” he whispered in your hair. “No, Flower, that’s not it. I swear… I swear that’s not it.”

He should not have come. If he were a better man, he would have let you hate him until you could forget him. But he knew you were alone, and his selfishness won out in the end.

“Then why?” you cried. His shirt muffled your words, but your voice broke his heart. “Why did you leave? Why didn’t you come back? Every year, I waited in that field! Because I thought our friendship meant something to you! But you never came!”

“Sephia,” he explained, “I could have never been who you needed me to be for those villagers. I have nothing to offer them but my combat skills.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you tell him. “Everything you told me that night – you were right. It doesn’t matter what any of us do. Humans will destroy everything themselves. Just look where we are now.”

You and he looked at the thousands of white crosses that stood from the ground. You still had nightmares about the bodies surrounding you as hundreds of soldiers entered your tents – only to pass away from their fatal injuries. So many graves without names were men and women you treated before you had to bury them.

Kaety still woke up every night screaming at the horrors and abuse of the victims of Unit 731. What remained of the records of Ishii Shiro and his use of anthrax and the plague as biological warfare would haunt her for the rest of her life. Her thrashing had almost gotten to the point where she ordered Druig to sedate her if she ever accidentally hurt herself or him.

Phastos was practically left in a continuous catatonic state after leaving the site of the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. But during the times he came back, he could only weep out apologies to the millions of victims for his interference with humanity’s technology from the beginning.

“Was everything we thought we were building for nothing?” you asked. “Was this planet and its people doomed from the start?”

Ikaris only stood silently. He wondered if he was more cruel not to tell you the truth of Arishem’s grand plan after Ajak told him so long ago. But he wanted to see your smile for however long he had left. You were so proud of your creations, and rightfully so. Not knowing what else to do, he figured to let his actions speak more than his words.

“Can I show you something?”

He took you in his arms when you nodded. He lifted the two of you to a dark alley in Paris next to the Seine. The lights surrounding them with the people walking along the river bank made the night cold winter night less cold and desolate than the hopelessness you felt in your heart.

It was a pretty sight, but the view couldn’t have been the only reason why Ikaris brought you here.

“Look around you.” He spread his arms to emphasize his point. “What do you see?”

“…Litter and pollution?”

“Besides that.”

You tried to look harder. “Ummmm…people?”

“Exactly, people who are alive. A florist who sells flowers in the spring to young lovers because she wants to share the fruits of your labor with the world. Families who tour the Gardens of Versailles because they want to bask in the splendor.”

You understood Ikaris’ point. You were the one who tried to explain it all to him for so long, but everything seemed so hopeless now.

“Sephia,” he spoke your name to break you from your thoughts. “What you brought into this world was not for nothing. It never was. You are why people can find beauty and joy in the simplest pleasures.”

You wanted to say something – anything. But words failed to come to you. They always had during the most important events. Suddenly, you heard the melody of one of France’s favorite songs creep into your ear. You felt your Ikaris softly grasp your hand as he gently led the two of you to the direction of the melody.

It was a mixed jazz band playing in the middle of a packed Place Vendôme. They were playing La Vie En Rose.

The symphony of clarinets and flutes made for a beautiful melody. The saxophone altos, French horn, and trombone gave the song a homophonic texture. But the real star of the ensemble was the trumpet. It added a sense of joy and lightheartedness that so deeply contrasted the past decade.

“A favorite demon of yours told me this song was all the rage in France a few ago,” he quipped. “Care to show me why?”

You rolled your eyes. “You really need to stop calling Kaety that. She’ll bite your head off for being unable to think of a new nickname after seven thousand years.”

Ikaris took a few steps forward before turning to you and held out his hand. You only stared at it before realizing the meaning of his gesture. You stared at his face with wide eyes and a gaped mouth to represent your shock.

“You,” you choked out, “want to dance? In the middle of the square?”

Ikaris only shrugged. “Why not?”

“But…but, there’s just – there’s so many people around!” you stammered.

“That’s never stopped you before in Reykjanesskagi.”

“That was during the Maiden’s Day festival!”

“You know, you’re starting to hurt my feelings with how long you’ve kept my arm like this.”

You huffed out a breath in annoyance before you reluctantly reciprocated the gesture. Ikaris must have known that you wouldn’t refuse a dance, especially a dance to one of your favorite songs. You hated bringing attention to yourself, but you loved to dance. You didn’t know what it was – but you could always lose yourself in the notes as your body moved in tandem with the tune. Whenever there was a festival or celebration in any city where the Eternals were stationed, you and Kaety would disguise yourselves as peasants or low-born nobility to fade into the background. So often, you would lose yourself in joy that you would accidentally make flowers bloom around you, even in the harshest winters.

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voilà le portrait sans retouches De l'homme auquel j'appartiens

Ikaris pulled you close to his chest. One hand was placed on the small of your back while one of your hands clutched on his shoulder. But the other was firmly clasped in his other hand. Before you began, you saw a few other pairs sway to the band. It eased your nerves to know that you and he were the only pair dancing in the historical square.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras Qu'il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose

Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ça m'fait quelque chose

Everyone around you seemed to be dancing in slow, expressive, rhythmic steps, resembling an American-style bolero. Given the time and place, it was only natural that Ikaris took the lead. You were prepared to offer instructions, but he surprised you again by showing how comfortable he was in the role and steps.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you remarked.

Ikaris looked slightly embarrassed as his cheeks reddened. “Sersi taught me. She basically threatened to castrate me if I refused to dance at a speakeasy we frequented in New York in the 20s.”

“Sersi?” you snorted out as he spun and dipped you. “Sersi threatened you? Our Sersi? Lying is a very unbecoming quality, Ikaris. I didn’t think you’d be one to develop it.”

“Oh, if only I could make up such a tale,” replied Ikaris as he grabbed your waist before lifting you without struggle. “Sersi’s can be downright terrifying if she wants to be. Ask Kingo – he’s the only other person who’s seen her like that.”

You couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling out of your throat. And as the band continued to play, you and Ikaris swayed, dipped, and spun for hours. Over three hours had passed by the time the band was finished for the night. When you stopped, all you could do was stare into your friend’s eyes in a rose-hued haze before a thunderous round of applause broke you out of your dreamlike state and into reality. A sizable crowd had surrounded the two of you – hoots, hollers, and whistles accompanied the applause. Your impromptu performance enchanted men, women, children, and even pets.

“Bisou!” called out from a random face in the crowd. It wasn’t long before the call became a chant.

“Bi-sou! Bi-sou! Bi-sou! Bi-sou!”

Feeling suddenly emboldened, you cupped your Ikaris’ face and kissed his cheek softly. The following whistles and cheers would have made you wish to disappear – had it not been for the sweet peck Ikaris placed between the furrow of your brow.

All of a sudden- without even knowing it at the time- the world seemed brighter, and the air started to smell like roses.

Ikaris woke up to the feeling of gentle poking on his cheek. Hearing the swallows sing and feeling the warm sunlight on his skin, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so at peace. He turned his body in your direction before opening his eyes. He was immediately blessed with your bright eyes and sweet smile. Raking his eyes down your body, it looked like you wore his dress shirt from last night.

He adored the way it draped over your curves – especially with how it showed off your legs.

“Are you ready for your Valentine’s Day present?” you asked with poorly contained excitement. Judging by how your smile went ear-to-ear, you practically bounced out of your skin.

Ikaris furrowed his brows in puzzlement. “Was last night not my present?”

You rolled your eyes. “Why would sex be your present? I thought I made it pretty clear that I hadn’t expected the night to turn in that direction.”

“Well then,” he chucked in amusement over your flushed cheeks and pout, “what is my present?”

Your eyes shone in delight as you lightly kicked your feet against the mattress. “You’ll have to get out of bed for that! Come on!”

You dashed into the next room while Ikaris wrapped the sheets around him before locating his briefs and grabbing a pair of gray sweatpants in his luggage. Once putting them on, he stretched out his back and arms from behind the balcony window before opening it and letting in some air to freshen the room.

When he crossed to the piano room, he was mildly surprised when he saw you seated at the pianoforte. You pressed the keys to carefully listen if the instrument needed any additional tuning. Satisfied that the pitch wasn’t flat, you turned to Ikaris, who was leaning under the doorway.

“Are you ready?” you asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” he replied.

You positioned your fingers over the right keys while straightening your posture. Clearing your throat, you began to play at Adagio. Your body swayed to the melody as if you had become one with the instrument. Every key you lovingly caressed let out a note sounding so beautifully as if the music came alive just for you. You closed your eyes before you began singing.

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voilà le portrait sans retouches De l'homme auquel j'appartiens

Quand il me prend dans ses bras Qu'il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose

Ikaris’ eyes widened. Were you playing…had you –

But his thoughts were interrupted as your rich singing broke through his stupor. Your sweet voice was soaked in honey and laced with the roses from the song.

Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ça m'fait quelque chose

Il est entré dans mon cœur Une part de bonheur Dont je connais la cause

For a moment, Ikaris truly hated that his French wasn’t as proficient as yours. Had it been, he would have been able to appreciate your singing that rivaled the voice of angels properly. Was it possible for one to sound as rich and effortlessly fluid as sweet syrup?

C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie

Et dès que je l'aperçois Alors je sens dans moi Mon cœur qui bat

Your fingers lightly danced along the keys to give your voice a brief intermission. And for a few moments, it felt like Ikaris’ soul had returned to his body. And although he expected you to stop, you began to sing the English translation.

Hold me close and hold me fast

The magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose

When you kiss me, heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see la vie en rose

Whereas the original French version required a slower and softer pace to grasp the ballad's meaning and beauty, the English version required a slightly quicker tempo. It brought a more joyful mood and tone compared to the lovely but melancholic French version.

When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart

A world where roses bloom

And when you speak, angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La vie en rose

When you finished, Ikaris was once more completely and utterly entranced. You turned to face him with hopeful eyes. You long memorized this song since that night in Paris over seventy years ago. When you began to learn how to play the piano, you did it because you never wanted to forget the ballad’s meaning and how it touched your heart from that night on.

“You once asked me why this song was so popular,” you began to explain. “Édith Piaf wrote ‘La Vie en Rose’ in 1945 and released it as a single in 1947. The song’s popularity quickly reached global success as jazz artists began to sing its covers. Louis Armstrong played it on March 2, 1948 – at the same Jazz Festival you took me in Salle Pleyel.”

You stood up as you tenderly traced a single black key that released a soft C sharp when you pressed it.

“As you remember, all of Europe was in chaos and misery after the war. Everyone lost someone fighting. So many men and women who returned became shells of themselves. People were starving and homeless from the constant airstrikes. But Édith wrote this song to remind Paris to never lose sight of the happy times and good things in life. You shouldn’t forget the bad times, but you also shouldn’t forget to look at life without seeing the beauty of everything around you.”

You walked towards Ikaris before standing before him and wrapping your arms around him. You laid your cheek against his chest and smiled at his beating heart's steady and strong rhythm.

“That night- when we danced at the Place Verdôme- the song they played was stuck in my head for months. Whenever I felt sad or disheartened, I would put on the record I bought to listen to it. I know you have your doubts about humanity. You always had them, as had I. We were never the ones who loved humankind, especially after the atrocities they had committed. I hated what they did to the Earth, how much they polluted it, but – Oh, Ikaris. I made you cry again.”

Touching his cheek, Ikaris realized that he was indeed crying. That’s twice in less than twelve hours, a new record. Just what in Arishem’s name had you done to him?

He shook his head. “Never mind my tears. Continue.”

“Listening to that song, I finally realized why so many of our family kept faith in humankind. Kaety and Druig have their twins and remain in their village. Phastos and Ben have Jack. Sersi has loved and lost more than any of us, first with Jane, but now she’s with Dane. Kingo lives among them effortlessly and adores them. Even Makkari remains joyful because she keeps looking at life and seeing its beauty.”

You paused for a moment before standing only tip-toes to press a kiss on his nose.

“Ikaris, you don’t care much for humans. But that night, you reminded me why I did what I did in the war. You reminded me that there will always be people who will take comfort in the most simple pleasures- a rose’s bloom, the crisp bite of an apple, or even the sound of a child’s heartbeat. So, for just a few minutes, I wanted to give something to you the way you have for me.”

Words failed to convey the love Ikaris felt for you. All he could do was tightly hold you in his arms and never let go. For the first time since he came back, he felt it was alright to love you. That he wouldn’t pollute or ruin you the way he had done with everything else in his life so many times. Ikaris knew that it was his destiny to love you. But you- you chose him. You chose to love him. And that fact alone was enough to make him die without regrets.

“I hope children have your voice,” he murmured into your hair before facing you with wet eyes. “And I hope that they have your heart.”

He cupped your cheek, and you kissed his palm softly. “Only if they have your eyes and your art skills.”

Ikaris must have heard you sing your rendition of ‘La Vie en Rose’ a million times. You sang and taught it all your children— Laurie, Aggie, and Ari – on the piano or tucking to bed. But that first time he heard you sing it- that morning when the sun pooled into the room as pink roses and red asters suddenly bloomed- that will always be his favorite.

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