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crashandlivewrites · 3 months

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ber i'm sad and insecure :( i'm begging you for fluff about simon holding reader and reminding her that he thinks she's so pretty :(( calls her "lovie" and praises her a whole lot. that would heal me <3

Of course my darling <33 anything for my cherry 🍒

CW: talks of insecurity and negative self talk, tender fluff and love

Lying in bed, you were curled into a ball, exhaustion taking hold of your body despite feeling that you hadn’t really done all the much today to warrant feeling so drained. The mental list of chores you had been planning to do went unchecked, leaving even more to do tomorrow, yet you couldn’t stomach the thought of dragging yourself out of bed.

Your ears perked as you heard the front door click and you shot upwards, realising your boyfriend had been due home today and you hadn’t done anything to prepare for it.

“No no no no…” You cursed at yourself for being lazy, for not being aware of the day, for not paying attention, for every tiny little detail you felt you could criticise yourself on as you ran around the room, picking up dirty, discarded clothing that hadn’t yet made it to the laundry. Stepping into the bathroom, you shoved as much of the washing you could into the hamper as the door was pushed open and Simon walked into the bedroom.

“Lovie, you home?” He called softly, his heavy footfalls stepping closer.

“Just in here,” you called, stepping quickly out of the bathroom, almost running head first into his solid chest.

“Hey, there’s my pretty lady.” Tapping his finger on the underside of your chin, he encouraged your head to tilt up, making your eyes meet. You immediately saw the drop in his expression and couldn’t help the shame that filled you.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I didn’t realise what day it was. I haven’t done what I was supposed to but I plan on doing it tomorrow, I promise. I just…” You trailed off as his hand tipped your head up once again.

“What’s wrong, lovie?” He asked softly. Your expression was tight, pinched in confusion as you shrugged helplessly. “You don’t know? Just haven’t been feeling good?”

You shook your head, eyes still glancing away from his, worried you were going to find disappointment and disapproval in them.

“Look at me.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he tapped your cheek. Swallowing, you finally gained the courage to look into his eyes, seeing nothing but worry and care for you. “Whats going on in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart? You sounded alright on the phone a few days ago.”

“I don’t know.” You answered, just as quietly. “It just all crept up on me.” Simon hummed, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling your body into his chest. A hand carded through your hair, brushing gently through the strands as he stood there, breathing slowly and deeply.

“You know I’m always here. Whatever you need, right?” He said as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know. But you’ve got so much on your plate that I don’t—”

“No. Please, lovie.” He tugged you over to the bed where he sat down, looking up at you standing between his legs. His hands ran down your arms, fingers trailing soothingly along your skin until he reached your hands, lacing his fingers through yours.

“I know what you’re like when you get into your head. Don’t shut me out. Let me help you, please.”

“You already do enough for me.” You shake your head, but the furrow of his brows stops you from making any further complaints.

“I always want to do more for you.” He whispered, sliding a hand up the back of your neck to rest your forehead against his. “It doesn’t matter to me what you have or haven’t done round the place. You’re here. That’s what matters to me. You sit here and you wait for me to come home. That means more to me than anything.”

You swallowed, struggling to look into his eyes as the emotion of the last few days threatened to rear its ugly head and spill over your cheeks. He cooed softly, caressing your face as he pulls you onto the bed, lying down so you were facing each other.

“I haven’t washed the sheets, Si.” You murmured. His brows furrowed and he shrugged.

“So, they smell like you, why would I want them washed? Coming back home to a place that looks, feels, and smells like you, my pretty little thing, is a dream. Especially because I know when I’m gone, you sleep on my side.”

Your face flushes as he guesses correctly and you make a whining noise of protest, pushing against him playfully. Simon sighed, one arm hooked under the pillow his head was resting on, and the other was gliding tentatively over your shoulder.

“You mean the world to me, lovie. You don’t need to face everything by yourself. It hurts me when I see you like this. Next time, you promise to let me know, let me in so I can help?” His voice was sincere as he stared deep into your eyes.

“Yes Simon. I promise.” You whispered. His lips spread into a tired smile.

“Then come here. I’ve had a long few days and don’t plan on leaving this bed at all tomorrow. Just wanna cuddle with my pretty girl all day.”

“What about all the—”

“Nothing else matters but me and you, got it?”

“I got it, Simon.”

Remember: you’re loved and appreciated no matter what. Take care of yourself and also don’t beat yourself up if you didn’t achieve everything you wanted to

#crash’s ask box #crash writes #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader

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808airsoftbros · 10 months

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Unlikely Love (Female Idols) (S) (BXG)

Author: Another written oneshot from my books. Hope you all like it and if you want to check out more of my works checkout my Masterlist

Y/N's POV

Prom is only in a week and I'm ecstatic to go with my girlfriend Solar, we've both been looking forward to this day for a long time.

She already picked out her prom dress and I picked out my tuxedo, and all I need to do is officially ask her to be my date.

Today is the day that I'm going to ask Solar to be my date for prom despite the fact that we have different social statuses.

Solar is known to be one of the school's bad girls but she has a soft side for me, and I'm basically the school's nerd and introvert.

Honestly, I never wanted to have any interaction whatsoever because I simply want to graduate high school with no involvement in trouble.

Yet here I am, holding a bouquet of flowers, reciting my lines over and over to myself in the mirror in the bathroom when nobody is present.

I know it may sound weird but I don't want to mess this up and make myself look like a fool in front of her and everyone else.

Once I feel confident enough in my ability, I exited the bathroom, I texted Solar to find out where she was but strangely she never replied and instead left me on read.

It didn't take long for the thought of her being unfaithful to come into my mind but I shrugged it off as there was no way that she'd do such a thing.

Looking around campus there was no sign of Solar anywhere, I've looked at the courtyard, cafeteria, and the usual classrooms she hangs out in, and not a single clue of her whereabouts.

However, there was one place that I didn't search... The rooftop where Solar confessed her feelings.

Going up the stairs to the rooftop, I heard loud chatter coming from outside the door, and I slightly opened the door wide enough for me to peek through.

When I got eyes on the group of students, my stomach dropped when I saw Solar in the arms of Park Jinwoo the school's most ruthless and popular guy.

"So, babe, is that degenerate nerd going to be a problem?" Jinwoo asked.

"Don't worry, baby, that idiot doesn't suspect a thing, I'm only just using him and when the time is right, I'm going to make prom a living hell for him." She answered and he smirked.

"Haha! That's my girl!" He replied.

My heart sunk and shattered into a million pieces, I wanted to cry and throw up but the shock in my mind made my body freeze in place.

After hearing them shit-talking me, I heard enough and ran down the stairs as fast as I can and balled my eyes out.

Considering that my relationship with Solar is practically over, the bell rang signaling for the first class of the day.

Grabbing my duffle bag from the locker, I go into the building where the locker rooms are located.

My mind was still stuck in those traumatizing events from earlier, and I have no idea how I'm going to get over it.

Was my love not enough for Solar? Or did it even matter to her? There were so many unanswered questions.

Pft. None of that matters anymore, with the bouquet of flowers, I place them in my bag for now and decided to just put it in a vase.

Entering the changing room, I was about to unzip my bag when I looked up and realized I've made the biggest mistake of my life.

Inside the locker rooms was a group of girls, I quickly began to panic, and I knew I needed to vacate the girl's locker room before they notice me.

Slinging my duffle bag on my shoulder, I sneakily and carefully make my leave to avoid alerting the girls who are changing.

Reaching the exit, I thought I'd be safe and away from hell until I felt a hand grip my shoulder and I froze in place.

"Where do you think you're going, naughty boy~?" I hear a female voice ask and I slowly turned around.

"Ooohhhh... Fuck..." I muttered as I'm about to die here.

Looking behind her, there were five more girls blankly staring at me, few of them don't even have their shirts on or even shorts making me gulp.

The girl dragged me back into the locker room, laid me down on the bench, and straddled onto my lap eliminating any chances of escape.

"What should we do to him, Unnie? Report him to the principal for sneaking into the girl's locker room?" A younger-looking student asked.

"No Yujin. I've got an even better idea~," Their leader said before licking her lips.

"L-Look, I-I'm sorry, okay! I wasn't paying attention to where I'm going!" I pleaded and they giggled.

"Oh naughty boy, it's far too late to apologize now... But you can still make it up to us," One of them replied.

"W-What is it?" I nervously asked and they smirked.

"Just play along and you'll find out~," Their leader whispered into my ear.

"Now shall we get acquainted? Or do you already know our names~?" She asked and I shook my head.

"Y-Your Kim Chaewon... Right? And you all are Karina, Gaeul, Yunjin, Kazuha, and Yujin," I answered and they wickedly smiled.

"Good, no need for introductions, what's your name, baby boy, ~?" Yunjin-Noona asked and I gulped.

"Chang Y/N," I answered.

"Enough talk! Let's get started already!" Chaewon-Noona demanded and they happily complied.

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(Start of Smut)

Immediately, Yunjin-Noona and Gaeul-Noona came over and stripped me of my clothes as if their lives depended on it.

They take a good look at my nine-inch rod and they licked their lips as they enjoyed the sight of their catch.

"Mmmmm~. So big~," Gaeul-Noona complimented as she grabs a hold of it.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Noonas take off their bras and panties before joining us, Chaewon-Noona being the oldest gets the first dibs.

"Now, now, ladies, you know I get the first taste~," Chaewon-Noona said and they backed off.

Getting on her knees she gives my plonker a nice long lick sending a wave of stimulation of pleasure to my brain.

Wrapping her lips around the head of my knob she slowly bobbed her head up and down and I moaned despite trying to hide it.

"Mmmm~. Such a tasty meal, alright girls, it's your turn now~," Chaewon-Noona said and the girls jumped on me.

"Y/N-Baby, are you a virgin by any chance?" Kazuha-Noona asked and I slowly nodded.

"That's perfect for us because we're about to change that in about a few moments," Karina-Noona said and I gulped.

One by one each girl gave me one hell of a blowjob and I came in their mouths, it was a miracle that I still have some left even though I blew out the most in Chaewon-Noona's mouth.

"Come on, baby, we know you still have some left and your thing still wants more based on the look of it~." Yujin-Noona pointed out.

"So who wants to go first?" Gaeul-Noona asked and Chaewon-Noona jumped onto my lap.

"Me~! I'll take your first, baby since I'm the eldest, and believe me you'll be in a world of pleasure like never before~." She said before slowly lowering herself onto my knob.

Inserting my knob into her womanhood, she loudly moaned because of my huge size and I groaned at how tight she was.

"God, you're so tight, Noona," I pointed out.

"D-Don't worry, you'll get used to it," She replied before starting to ride me.

Afterward, she started to pick up her pace to the point where she rode me like a damn bull, and Karina-Noona lowered her chest to my face forcing me to suck her milkers.

"Mmmm~. Just like that baby~," Karina-Noona moaned.

Soon after, Chaewon-Noona came, she was frantically breathing as she was exhausted, and her members assisted her off of me.

"My turn~," Yunjin-Noona said and didn't waste any time riding the daylights out of me.

Yunjin-Noona was also tight as hell but something about her body drives me crazy and it's no wonder why so many guys tried to hit on her but she rejected them all including Jinwoo.

I nearly came but I didn't want to disappoint them and despite not having much experience, I held my ground and Yunjin-Noona came.

"God, you're incredible baby, so much better than my ex," She complimented before slowly getting off of me for the other girls to have their rounds.

"Indeed, I can say the same here..." Chaewon-Noona replied.

After Yunjin finished her round with me, Gaeul-Noona straddled onto my hip and Yujin-Noona pounced on my face.

"Don't worry baby, I'll guide you~," Karina-Noona assured.

Gaeul-Noona began riding the shit out of me as Yujin-Noona lowered her pussy onto my mouth forcing me to eat her out.

"Yes, just like that~. You like it, puppy~?" Karina-Noona asked with a grin.

"Y-Yes, it's so good~!" Yujin-Noona moaned.

Soon enough, both girls came at the same time and I drink all of her juices, Yujin-Noona switched places with Gaeul-Noona and Kazuha-Noona got onto my face.

"I hope I taste just as good, baby~," Kazuha-Noona said before lowering herself.

Eating her out as Yujin-Noona fucked me like it was the last thing she'd do on this planet, and just like before they both came at the same time.

Kazuha-Noona is truly something else because she tasted sweet and spicy, afterward, it was finally Karina's turn but instead of her womanhood she lowered her chest.

"Suck my tits, baby, make them yours~," She ordered and I did what she asked.

Sucking her right tit while my hand played with her left tit, she moaned loudly as Kazuha-Noona was having her round with me.

"Ahhh~! You're so damn big~!" Kazuha-Noona moaned.

"He's so perfect~! Can we keep him, Unnie~?" Yunjin-Noona asked and she smirked.

"Well, of course, we're keeping him," Chaewon-Noona answered and she cheered.

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(End of Smut)

Catching my breath after doing all six girls, this is truly something I'm never going to forget, and I may be the luckiest man in this school.

"Did you enjoy your time with him, girls?" Chaewon-Noona asked and they nodded.

"Oh, yes we did, Unnie!" Karina-Noona answered while getting herself dressed.

"Me too!" Kazuha-Noona replied as well.

I was about to get up but Yujin-Noona stopped me in my tracks as she straddled onto my lap.

"You did amazing, baby~! Because of that, you're ours now meaning you're only allowed to have sex with us only." Yujin-Noona explained and my eyes widened.

The others girls smirked as Chaewon-Noona slowly approached me before gently grabbing a hold of my cheek and making me face her.

"And if we catch you interacting with another girl, will just simply punish you for it, now are you going to be a good boy for us~?" She asked and I nodded.

"Y-Yes, Noona..." I nervously answered and she smiled before pecking my lips.

"By the way, we noticed the tear marks on your face, did someone hurt you earlier?" Gaeul-Noona asked with concern and I suddenly remembered what happened.

"S-She..." I softly said.

"She what? It's okay, baby, you can tell us~," Kazuha-Noona assured and I sniffed.

"She cheated on me..." I finished and they clenched their fists.

"What?! Who's the bitch?!" Yunjin-Noona angrily asked and I flinched.

Thankfully, Chaewon-Noona and the others managed to calm her down before she could start a whole ass riot in the locker rooms.

"Sorry about her, baby, she can easily lose her temper sometimes. Now tell us, who was the one that broke your heart?" Karina-Noona asked and I deeply sighed.

"S-Solar..." I answered and she nodded.

"Hmph. I knew there was something fishy about her..." Gaeul-Noona commented.

The girls gathered in a group and began whispering to each other so that I can't hear, and once they were finished discussing they looked at me with evil grins.

"So baby, we've been discussing how we could cheer you up... Not that the fun we had earlier didn't help you forget about her but getting revenge." Chaewon-Noona informed me.

"H-How?" I nervously asked and she giggled.

"Glad you asked, baby boy, will be your dates to prom~," Yunjin-Noona answered and I gulped.

"Yeah, I bet Solar and her friends won't see this coming since they consider you a low-life and a nerd. Not only that, will make her jealous and we've got a special after-party event planned for her..." Kazuha-Noona explained.

"W-What is it?" I curiously asked.

"Now, now, this is a surprise just for you, so we won't spoil it, just play along and you'll find out," Chaewon-Noona answered and I nodded.

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TIMESKIP

A week passed since I started dating the school's popular girls and cheerleaders, and tonight is prom night.

The girls have already picked out their dresses, Chaewon-Noona texted me that they'll pick me up at my house.

I replied to her text to confirm I'd read her message, I get myself dressed up in my tuxedo, making sure my tie is tied correctly and making sure everything looked sharp.

Waiting for many Noonas to pick me up, I looked out the window to see a fancy limousine pulled up in front of the house.

Chaewon-Noona texted me that they'd arrived, I exited my house, and I was baffled to be this up close with a limousine.

"Are you Master Y/N?" The driver asked.

"Y-Yes," I nervously answered.

"Very good, please get inside the vehicle," The driver instructed and I nodded.

Entering the limousine, I was shocked at the luxury stuff that was in there, a small bar, a mini fridge full of drinks, and even a small tv.

"Do you like it?" Yunjin-Noona asked.

"O-Of course, how can you girls afford this?" I curiously asked and they giggled.

"Well, our family is business people, hell, we could buy more than 10 Lamborghinis if we felt like it," Gaeul-Noona answered.

The driver then starts driving out of my neighborhood and onto the main road to the hotel where the prom is being hosted.

Once we pulled up to the drop-off zone, everyone was practically staring and admiring the fancy car.

"Don't be nervous, baby, I'll hold your hand~," Chaewon-Noona assured me as she gently takes a hold of my hand.

"Yeah, will protect you if anyone dares try to harm you," Yujin-Noona said and I thanked them.

The driver comes out and opens the doors for us, we stepped out, and everyone at first was cheering until they noticed me walking with them.

"Huh? What is the nerd doing with them?"

"Did he force them to go out with him?"

"Why is that loser holding hands with Queen Chaewon?"

Quickly the girls gave daggers to the gossipers and they instantly shut their mouths, even though this may hurt their popularity they could care less about what others think.

Checking in with the receptionists, we get our table number, and we get seated at our assigned table.

"Wow, love what they did to the place," Karina-Noona complimented as she checked out the decorations.

"Yeah, this is going to be a fun night," Kazuha-Noona replied.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" I hear a familiar voice I hope to never hear again and I turned around to see my ex-girlfriend Solar and her new boyfriend Jinwoo.

"What do you want, Solar?" I asked.

"Aw, still angry about before, Y/N, yes, I knew you were peaking at us on the rooftop, I wanted to see you suffer," Solar replied with an evil smirk.

Didn't take long for our interaction to grab the attention of my Noonas, they clenched their fists in anger, I'm sure they were ready to beat the living shit out of her and Jinwoo but I figured they have something else in mind.

"Ah, so you're the bitch that our baby has mentioned," Chaewon-Noona said and she raised an eyebrow.

"Tsk. Who are you, the Queen of the Cheerleaders be doing with a degenerate trash like him?" Solar asked and she warmly smiled.

"If you're looking for trash look inside your brain," She retorted and it pissed her off.

"What did you say?" Solar coldly asked.

"I think you heard her loud and clear you whore, oh, and Jinwoo still as desperate as ever? Hooking up with this loose pussy bitch how pitiful." Yunjin-Noona said as she grinned.

"Do you want to die, bitch?!" Jinwoo angrily ask as he raised his fists.

"Uh uh, think about this Jinwoo, are you going to punch a girl in front of everyone here~?" She pointed out and he groaned out of frustration as he knew she was right.

"This isn't over..." He warned.

The two dumbfucks walked away, joining their friends, leaving the girls with victory grins on their faces.

The rest of the night was pleasant and full of enjoyment, the first event of the prom was entertainment by a magician, dancers, and artists.

Afterward, we danced the night away, I take turns with my Noonas, however, as I was slow dancing with Karina-Noona, I noticed Jinwoo approaching us with his group.

Knowing well they aren't up to no good, I contemplated whether or not I should reveal my skills that were honed down by my ancestors.

I swore to myself that I'll never get into any fights no matter what but I love these girls with my heart and I can't bear seeing them hurt.

"Sorry, Karina, but you'll have to bear with me here..." I warned her and she looked confused.

"What do you mean?" She asked and I shoved her aside away from the fighting zone.

"You're going to die tonight, loser! After I'm done with you, I'm going fuck those girls' perfect bodies in front of you and there's nothing you can do about it!" Jinwoo threatened while cracking his knuckles and I sighed.

"Come on, Jinwoo, you're smarter than this, let's not do this," I reasoned and they laughed.

"Dude do you hear this guy!? What a wimp! Come on, let's get this over with!" MJ said.

"Y/N, get out of there! You don't stand a chance against them!" Gaeul-Noona pleaded and I shook my head.

"No, Noona, I'm not going to let these guys hurt you! I'm done with these assholes running the school and it ends tonight!" I replied.

"Ohohoho, we've got a tough guy here, aye? Come on, boys, let's put this nerd into his place!" Jinwoo said as they begin to surround me.

MJ strikes first by charging toward me to tackle me to the floor but I jumped and rolled over his kick making him crash into one of the tables.

Sanha tried to punch me but I countered it by parrying his fists and giving him a reverse punch and front-kicking him in the stomach causing him to stumble back.

"Oh come on, boys! You're seriously not going to let this nerd beat you?!" Jinwoo said.

Moonbin steps up and grabbed me from behind as Eunwoo to takes advantage of my vulnerability but I elbowed Moonbins face multiple times until he lets go of me.

Eunwoo was shocked that I managed to get rid of Moonbin but that leaves him vulnerable for a second more than enough time to strike.

When Eunwoo regains his composure it was too late as I jabbed and reversed punched him in the stomach and face before butterfly-kicking him to the face and knocking him out cold.

Jinwoo being the only one left to fight was left speechless that a nerd like myself defeated all four of his toughest guys.

"What's it going to be, Jinwoo, will you stop terrorizing us? Or will we have to do things the hard way?" I asked and he deeply sighed.

"F-Fine, I promise to leave everyone alone and I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused," He gave up and I grinned.

"Wise choice, but if I find out you're bullying another student, I'll break every damn bone in your body, got it?" I sternly asked and he viciously nodded.

Dragging his friends out of the dance floor, everyone began whispering and cheering as Jinwoo and his gang has finally been humiliated.

"B-Baby, since when can you fight like that?" Chaewon-Noona asked.

"It's a long story..." I answered.

"Well, we have our entire lives for you to explain your story," Kazuha-Noona mentioned.

For the rest of the night, we had a blast on prom night as the DJ tuned up the beats, and we danced until late at night.

However, there was still one last thing to do before we can conclude the night... My Noonas dragged Solar back to the hotel room we rented.

In other words, we all fucked in front of her and her face was priceless, getting a taste of her own medicine.

She claimed that she wouldn't be fazed by it at all since she doesn't love me anymore but that attitude of hers didn't last long.

After leaving her miserable and bitter, we kicked her out of the room, and I spent the night cuddling with my girlfriends.

"Baby, what's that poking at my thigh...?" Gaeul-Noona asked.

She looked under the blanket and saw my hard rod, she smirked and the girls instantly knew what was going on.

"Looks like your friend down there wants another repeat from the locker rooms~," Yunjin-Noona pointed out and I grinned.

"Well, what are we waiting for then?" I asked and they smiled.

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narcissistshandler · 11 months

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𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. m!reader x hobie brown

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. bottom!hobie, anal beads and slight overstimulation

✧ 𝖠/𝖭. ~nothing~

A round bead is gently pulled out, so slowly that Hobie feels the aching tension in his thighs as his lubricated hole stretches, opening slowly until the silicone object can be released with an audible wet pop.

He takes a deep breath, trying to control his rapid breathing as your thumb grazes the tightly contracted, muscle pulsing. His legs tremble where they are on top of each other, lying sideways on the bed as you take your time playing with his body. Hobie had frantically agreed when you asked to use an anal bead on him and fidgeted every day afterward, waiting for the toy to arrive so you could use it. Now, with his cock softened, a wet spot growing on the mattress after three excruciating orgasms, and you not looking the least bit bored, Hobie was already considering hiding the toy, despite knowing deep down that it was exhaustion talking and that he would agree no matter what if you wanted to do it again; extract every drop of pleasure from him until there was nothing left.

He couldn't say no to you, he didn't even know if he wanted to.

His now-empty hole closed down into nothingness and when the smallest ball, the one it took you a full five minutes to get out of him, crawled back in, his breath stuttered, hips immediately pulling back away. The first bead was the smallest, so small it would go in even without proper preparation, yet shock shook his body, hyperaware of the new weight inside him.

Hobie gripped the sheets, letting your free hand hold his waist while the other placed the remaining beads inside, one after the other, pausing only when the size increased towards the end and his breathing began to quicken.

The weight swelled inside him, making him feel full and dizzy, unable to notice anything but the spheres stretching his hole, pressing against each other and hitting his prostate squarely each time a shudder shuddered through his body. Saliva trickled down his chin, legs now numb as tingles ran across his skin.

Silicone tried to work its way into him, forcing his hole open again. The last sphere, the one that was almost the size of your fist and that you couldn't get inside him before, no matter how hard you tried. The mere realization had him shivering, hole opening and closing, fighting the strain, stomach clenching in anticipation. You didn't look close to giving up, cold lube being squirted against him, onto the toy and onto the sheet, hand holding his waist having come down to cup one of his ass cheeks, thumb tugging at his taut hole.

Hobie was shaking like a leaf, stammering gibberish and groaning loudly. “Fuck- I, fuck.”

“Come on, my love. Just one more." You tried to coax, leaving kisses wherever you could reach his burning skin. But he couldn't, even if you begged.

“You're going to kill me,” Hobie strangled through a dry throat, the words clawing all the way out, a laugh that was purely manic muted by the time it reached his mouth.

“It will feel good, I promise. Take a deep breath for me and relax.”

Against every rational part of his body screaming to the contrary, Hobie did his best to listen to you, after all, he wanted to be good to you, he wanted to please you. You push in slowly, the cold silicone stretching the edge of it, slowly, slowly, slowly, so damn slowly Hobie feels the sphere slide inward in his spine, pushing the others impossibly further in, demanding to fit in. Its walls immediately tighten against the new intrusion, the hole barely closing when the last bead finally slides in and fills it even more, stretching it beyond its limit. Hobie's eyes roll back, vision blurred by tears as an orgasm rips through his body, rising through his feet, building in his stomach, slamming against his spine.

Darkness flickers behind his eyes and Hobie thinks he might have passed out for a few seconds when he comes back to, shivering, muscles clenched so hard it hurts and sensitive cock now half-hard dribbling thin translucent strips of cum onto the mattress.

“That was good, yes? Now we just have to get it out.” Your voice is ghosted close to his ear, your hands roaming his waist and thighs.

Hobie gasps for air, thinking he might be dancing on the edge of insanity, "Give me a... minute."

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shslbunnylover · 6 months

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★★★𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 20: 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Rough sex, degradation, praise, enemies to lovers, semi public sex, Top Mel/Bottom reader, mommy kink, vaginal fingering,

Genre: Smut

A/n: I can't believe it's already day 20!!!

Word count: 2.2k

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You sat alone in your classroom, the sounds of soft (favorite music genre) music filling your ears from your headphones as you twirled your pen in-between your fingers carefully, eyes scanning over each of your students' math tests.

You checked the clock once again, your eyes rolling at the sight of it only being 3:30.

"I feel like I've been at this for hours..." You mumbled, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you returned your focus back to the papers on the desk in front of you.

But your peace (If that's what it could even be described as) was soon interrupted by the intercom going off, the sound of Ava's carefree and relaxed voice filling your classroom as it did with every other room and hall inside of Abbott.

"Attention faculty of Abbott Elementary, please make your way down to the library so we can discuss what to do about Legendary Charter school trying to turn Abbott Charter," She said, her voice slightly more serious than you had ever heard it be before.

The name Legendary Charter made you cringe, sucking in the air through your teeth as your eyes narrowed in worry and slight embarrassment.

You had been the only teacher at Abbott who came from a Legendary Charter school up in New York, but most of the teachers welcomed you with open arms despite your past.

All but a certain redhead.

You didn't feel like going through the torment of being the subject of her mockery, your teaching skills being discredited all because of what school you came from.

It wasn't like you enjoyed your time up in New York, it was the opposite of that actually. You were constantly belittled by other teachers even worse than Melissa could dream of doing, and the principal didn't give a single shit about the teachers much less the students mental health.

You quickly dropped your pen on top of the papers, standing up as you swiftly made your exit, fists slightly clenching out of anger from Dremonds actions.

"Oh? So you actually don't want Abbott turning charter?" You heard a south Philly accent say as the smell of citrus and mint filling your nostrils, letting you know just who was mocking you yet again. "What a shocker,"

You shot a glare at Melissa as the two of you walked down the hallway near the library, your fists balling up even more at the older woman's antics.

"You know damn well I don't want this school turning Charter," You growled, holding in the urge of punching her square in the face for the sake of your reputation as the kind teacher.

Melissa rolled her eyes, and you only replied with walking past her, quickly walking into the library as you sat down on a chair, fiddling with your earrings in slight worry about the whole meeting.

"Is this everyone?" Janine asked, your eyes quickly looking over at her before looking at the door once again.

"I think so," You nodded, slightly turning your head around for confirmation.

"Alright everyone," Ava said as she quickly walked inside of the large room containing every teacher and staff member, shutting the door as she sat down on top of a desk. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," Gregory sighed, leaning slightly into the table as he placed his head on his palm.

You shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know either...this whole situation is crappy," You added, your eyes softening in anger and sadness.

"Of course you don't know," Melissa scoffed, "You want Abbott charter, that's why you came here, to expose all of us and to turn Abbott into one of them," The redhead said, looking at you with spite and distain.

"I do not!" You exclaimed, gripping at the table with your nails holding tightly onto the ridges of the slightly polished wood.

"Melissa," Barbara warned, before looking at you with a sympathetic look. "I know you don't sweetheart, no one but Melissa thinks that,"

You sigh, rubbing your left eye as you turned slightly around to face all of the other teachers.

"Just know there are no stupid ideas," Ava says, internally desperate despite her lack of doing literally anything a principal should do.

"What if we lock all the doors so they can't get in? Like lean on me," One of the teachers behind you added,

Ava, giving a side eye to the cameras, released a sigh in response.

"In a rare turn of events, I was wrong," She sighed, only for Janine to pipe up with an idea.

"What if we host a giant fun party with games, food, and so much more, and they have to sign the paper in order to get in?" The brunette asked, leaving you to nod in reply.

"I know the Dremond will stop at nothing to turn Abbott charter, and that we'll have to fight back stronger. We need to fight fire with fire, get the community together against Legendary just like how they were riled together against Abbott," You agree, standing up straight as a slightly determined look crossed your otherwise concerned-looking eyes. "Unless we can't afford to host such a party?"

Melissa, who was sitting across the table from you, only looked at you, a slight rosy tint forming at her cheeks as you finished your inquiry, managing to roll her eyes in addition.

Ava shook her head.

"No, we can afford it, don't worry. I'm so glad I thought of this idea!" The taller woman smiled, shrugging her shoulders in a smug manner, leaving you and Janine to look at each other in pure confusion at the principal's antics. "We can call it Ava fest!"

"Woah, woah, woah," Melissa interrupted, leaning forward slightly, "Why is it named after you? You don't even do anything!"

Ava paused for a moment, before smirking at Melissa.

"It's not named after me, it stands for 'A very Abbott festival' " The principal retorted.

"I think it's a good idea," You smiled, looking back at all your other fellow teachers for confirmation which you got almost immediately by everyone other than Melissa, of course.

The meeting soon dismissed itself after that, but you weren't so lucky as to be able to leave.

"Y/n," Melissa demanded, tapping you on your shoulder after everyone else had left the library,

You turned around quickly, facing the woman as your body backed up into the door, shutting it.

"What do you want?" You muttered, your eyes narrowing as you quickly regained your confidence and walked up to her, matching her crossed arm position.

The redhead quickly pinned you back against the door, making your eyes widen in confusion as your cheeks broke out in a massive blush, feeling the older woman grip both of your arms together with the hand that wasn't keeping you against the door.

"I should be asking you the same question...What do you want out of Abbott? You obviously want to turn it into a charter school, but you won't admit it," She said sternly, her voice so alluring and dominant you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together, hoping for any chance of hiding how secretly turned on by the woman you were.

You could barely choke out the words to your answer, your mind clouded with lewd thoughts about the woman in front of you, when it suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks.

You always thought you were afraid of her...but it now hit you that the reason you always got all rosy-cheeked around her was because you liked her.

"I...I don't want anything," You whimpered, your eyes looking down at your wrists that were tied together by the older woman's hand.

Melissa only pinned you tighter against the wall, pushing your hands perfectly up against your clit, sucking gasp out of you.

"You expect me to believe that? Hm?" She asked, licking her lips before biting the bottom one, leaving you even more flustered.

"Mmm..." You whimpered, shutting your eyes tightly as to avoid any glances you may exchange with the woman in front of you.

The redhead looked at you with a raised eyebrow, moving her face into your own as you could feel her hot breath on your face.

"So cute..." She mumbled just loud enough for you to hear.

More soft and tiny whimpers escaped your lips as you felt your hands rub up against your sensitive nub, and that's when Melissa took the initiative.

Your eyes widened with confusion as you felt your lips harshly connected, your tongues fighting against each other for dominance, only for Melissa's to win.

You let out a loud moan as you tasted her, she wasn't bitter like you thought she would be, and she was even more perfect at doing this than you could have ever imagined someone being.

After a minute, the older woman left your lips for air, a string of spit still connecting your tongues until Melissa began to speak.

"Tell me to stop when you want me to...or tap my wrist three times..." She muttered, using the hand that was pinning you to the wall to tilt your head to face her.

You ignored her, and only pushed her forward, kissing her passionately as your moans harmonized with each other.

Melissa, however, was not about to let you top her.

She quickly grabbed you by your waist and slammed you down onto the desk, gripping your chin with her perfectly manicured and muscular hand.

"You think I'm about to let you win this, princess?" She growled in your ear, roughly tugging off your skirt and tossing it carelessly onto a nearby table, a shiver going up your back as you felt the cold air of the library hitting your heated and wet core.

You tried to resist her strong grip, but only failed miserably as it only led you to rubbing your thighs together.

"Hmph!" You whined, legs beginning to tremble with ache and need as you felt the older woman slide off your completely ruined underwear.

"Is that attitude I hear?" Melissa asked, slapping you hard across your ass, making you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure that somehow sent shockwaves throughout your body.

"No mommy..." You whimpered, bucking your hips up slightly as you felt her fingers grazing themselves around your folds.

"Oh?" The redhead chuckled. "Already submitting to me are we?" She smirked, shoving three fingers inside your tight hole without any warning, making you scream.

"M-Mommy~!!" You cried, your legs trembling quickly at how fast you had been manhandled.

Melissa could only continue to smirk in reply, watching as a ring of your cum surrounded her fingers while her other hand continued to viscously grope your ass, occasionally spanking it roughly and filling your body with more feelings.

You didn't know how it was even possible for someone to be so good with their fingers, then again, you hadn't really been fucked since that one hookup you had a year ago.

You could already feel the knot in your stomach coming undone as more screams of ecstasy left your mouth from the redhead slamming her fingers in and out of you, curling perfectly at your g-spot.

"Please Mommy~! I'm close~!!" You cried, legs finally go weak and nothing more than a shaky mess as Melissa slid in a fourth finger.

"Oh your close~?" Melissa cooed, slapping you once more on your ass, leaving it red before pulling your hair so she could talk to you easier. "Then cum for me princess, cum all over mommy's fingers like the good little slut you are," She growled, leaving a single hickey across your neck.

You absolutely wasted no time and immediately let yourself go, eyes rolling back into your head as your walls clenched around nothing as your orgasm ripped through you.

You laid there for a moment, soft shivers being sent down your spine as Melissa left kisses across your neck before finally picking you back up, sliding your skirt back up your legs and sliding your soaked panties into her bra.

"Why don't you come home with me, alright?" She smiled, stroking your cheek as she admired how pretty you looked all blissed out like that.

You nodded, and she quickly stood up, walking out of the library and the school through the back exit as to not get caught.

You knew you both were going to explain to your co-workers how your relationship changed overnight...

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itsgodepi · 7 months

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If I lose my mind | Ch. 3

Series summary: When life has given you more than enough lemons and you cannot figure out how to make a lemonade, the only way to make it work is to get rid of the whole basket. But was it neccesary to send you to a whole different dimension for that? A juicer would have done the job, really. Or, one day you go to sleep as a normal person and the next you wake up as a Formula One driver. You've never been a fan but isn't it like, one of the most exclusive sports? Pairing: CL16, LH44, CS55, DR3 x fem!reader Chapter: Previous | Next Word Count: 2.7k Also on AO3

The fact that you are playing some kind of reaction game with tennis balls right next to a Formula One car, does nothing but further consolidate the theory that this is not real. You must be dreaming. Why would you find yourself in this situation otherwise? It does not make sense.

Not only had he made you change clothes yet again, dressing you up in a strange white jumpsuit filled with even more logos —your surname and country’s flag somehow branded on its hip—, he had also paraded you around the place for what felt like an hour. Cameras had followed you through it all, this time with no intention of recording from the sidelines but instead walking right in front of you as you tried to navigate the crowded place.

“Feeling alright?” Nick queries when you fail to pick the third ball in a row, his eyes scanning your figure as if you were about to drop dead right that second “We can sit down if you need to”

“No, no, it’s okay” you reassure him, willing your mind to concentrate on the game despite the way your mind is running “Let’s try again”

Nick shakes his head in disbelief, stealing one last glance at you before he looks at something behind your back. “Don’t worry, it’s time anyway. I’ll go pick up everything so you can prepare” and with that, he is gone.

Leaving you alone, like he already knows you won’t dare to run away.

He returns with his hands full not much later, one of the objects catching your attention straight away, a light blue helmet that you remember well. The helmet from yesterday, the one that man dressed in the bright orange jumpsuit had freed you from.

Nick silently helps you with everything he brought: from a pair of earphones to a strange white piece of fabric that resembles a ski mask, and finally the helmet. When you hold it in your hands, the weight and smooth texture makes a familiar feeling arise from inside of you, a sudden streak of excitement that travels like thunders through your body.

“Do I have to?” you whisper, head lowered and eyes fixed on the helmet as you try to shake that feeling., flashbacks from yesterday coming instead to play on your mind.

Nick can only laugh at that, his eyebrows furrowing “What do you mean? Of course you have to!”

And although that mocking response irks you, you don’t fight it. Your brain is so overworked with theories that you are not even fully conscious of what you do or why exactly you keep listening to him. You cannot fathom what could they possibly have prepared for you.

The helmet is easy to slide on, the new barrier drowning the noises coming from the garage even more than the headphones had. It does feel a little claustrophobic though, with the way it presses your cheeks up and restricts your field of vision. Nick places something on your shoulders while you try to get used to it, some clicks sounding at your sides before he gives your helmet a pat and guides you over to the white Formula One car. There, he exchanges a few words with the people surrounding the machine, the one closest to you turning his head to send a thumbs up your way. Nick steps aside then, letting you free access to the car.

Confused, you look up at him, a hand coming up to slide the visor of the helmet up so he can see your eyes. Are you missing something? What does he want you to do to the car? See it? You have already been ogling it from the side for half an hour.

When you take a second too long thinking, he stretches a hand out towards the car, as if inviting you to get inside. But you are quick to decline this offer “Oh, no thank you”, raising your voice a little and taking a step back to further prove your point.

Is this-? Are they expecting you to drive it or something? These people are crazy.

Nick’s grin is playful “Sure, whatever you say”, his eyes rolling at your refusal, reaching a hand out for you to hold onto as he invites you once again to step into the car.

“What for? I don’t want to” you dismiss him again, harsher this time, as cross your arms over your chest to strengthen your stance.

You have been trailing after him like a lost puppy all day, no questions asked. It is about time you stand your ground. Are they not satisfied with having you dressed like an idiot in the middle of a place you do not know? All while cameras film your every move like this is the Hunger Games.

“C’mon, we are late, stop playing games…” Nick tries again, his voice way firmer than before.

The argument attracts a lot more attention than you would have liked, the eyes of all the men previously working on the car, now set on you. Everyone seems to be as confused as Nick, low murmurs being shared around the garage as they give you strange looks. That is the case for Nick as well, like he hadn’t thought you rebelling against him was ever an option, like this is just routinary. And when you finally take the time to mull it over, you understand why this change on your attitude may be sudden. The reunion, the clothes, the helmet… It was all preparation.

How have you been so stupid?

The stare contest is only broken by the yell of a man that echoes through the garage. “Why are you still here?! Get in the car already!” he almost orders, a deep frown set on his face. You remember him, he was in the first meeting, seated right at the head of the table.

That angry tone sets everyone around you into motion, Nick’s hand finding the back of your shoulder and pushing you to get in the car. And you want to step your foot down, get his hands off you and run away from this madness. But it all goes so fast.

As soon as you get seated on the car, hands start flying all around you. They screw in the steering wheel, connect some things and help you tightening down the straps of a belt that straps you down to the seat. No way out. You look up at Nick, silently asking for help —as if he was not one of them—, eyes slowly filling up with tears.

What are you supposed to do now? There are so many people around, there is no way you are getting away from this.

While you try to make sense of this situation, even more things start happening around you. The rest of the men —they must mechanics or something— start stepping away from the car, uncovering the wheels and giving space to a man in front of you. He walks backwards outside the garage, his face turning from side to side while holding a hand up for you to wait until he deems it safe.

Still, nothing prepares you for the switch you feel inside of you when the man signals for you to come forward.

From the force with which you grip the steering wheel to the way your foot falls on the pedal, everything feels instinctive. Even the low rumbling of the car coming to life under your body feels strangely familiar and comforting. A second nature. The machine manages to roll out of the garage without trouble, as if you had been doing this your whole life and you were not terrified about what is to come. There is only one possible outcome, and it does not look good for you.

Thankfully —or maybe not so much—, your brain seems to shut down once the car passes through the garage door, the fear consuming your thoughts to such a point that you seem to go over the path in the blink of an eye. One minute you are giving one last look at Nick and the next you are being helped out of the car. The men in white had come to surround the car, one of them giving you a thumbs up and a pat to the helmet that had instantly filled you with relief. It is done, finished. You have not run into a wall, nothing bad has happened.

And, although the fact that you seem to know exactly how to control a Formula One car should by itself have sent you into panic mode, that will instead be a problem for future you to resolve.

Yet, as it seems to be a recurrent theme by now, that happiness is short and sweet. When you are helped out of that awful deathtrap of a car, your eyes are finally able to get an image of the place you have so stupidly driven to. Even though the road had been limited by tall, wired fences the whole way, it is only now that you are able to see the thousands of people seated behind them. You can only look at them in utter shock, vision still restricted by this awful helmet that doesn’t let your breath properly, as you try to wrap your head around what could be happening here and why have you been thrusted in the middle of it.

Some look back at you, their smiles widening as they hold up different flags and banners for you to see, but their attention is promptly stolen by something —or someone— behind you, cheers getting impossibly louder. You follow their gaze instinctively, brows furrowed because what more could possibly be happening.

Well, what is happening is that another Formula One car has arrived. What the hell. Your gaze uselessly follows the car, its navy blue paint a complete contrast to the white of your car —why you would even call it yours is beside the point. Not only that, but as the people on the road move aside to let the machine pass, you feel the fear that has been bubbling inside you for hours on end now, reach a new peak. The image of at least 10 other Formula One cars lined up is finally discovered before your eyes.

The dots connect way too slowly as your eyes fly from one car to another, heart pumping blood on your ears like it is about to burst out of your chest. Had that lap been a simple warm up, a stupid way to get the cars in place for an actual race?

It is a miracle that you manage to stand upright and follow one of the men dressed in white despite the way your legs are locking up. Breath heavy as if you had run a marathon. In hopes of calming yourself down, you reach up to take off the helmet and that stupid mask, both objects being held close to your chest as if someone was going to come and steal them.

With this newfound freedom you try to gather your bearings for the nth time today. But, how can you, when your field of vision is filled with freaking Formula One cars of every color imaginable? Your chest can only tighten in fear of what is to come.

The man guides you through the mass of people gathered around the cars, a couple of them sending smiles and words of encouragement your way as if you wanted to do anything other than scream your way out of this place. Everyone is just bubbling with an energy that your body cannot match, the mix of screams and cheers sending you further down into an anxiety attack instead. You feel like a puppet, the strings pulling you around this unknown place while people record your every move with one of the hundred cameras flashing all around.

This has to be a nightmare, there is no other explanation. It cannot be the real word. How and why would you be here if it was?

Someone does steal both your helmet and mask before you are brought to a separated part of the road, the asphalt covered with a red carpet to kind of mark a VIP area. For some reason, he flies the scene after that, leaving you completely alone in the middle of a road surrounded by a million cameras and strangers dressed from head to toe in one single color like this is a fucking film.

The loneliness does not last long though, as you are yet again approached by another stranger and that recurrent phrase. “Congrats on P10!” a man dressed in a black jumpsuit comes to stand next to you, a smile being drawn on his lips as soon as your eyes meet “It’s your highest position yet, right?”

Seriously, do you seem that approachable when you are freaking out or do these people just lack emotional intelligence?

His question catches you off guard as much as the fact that he also talks to you in English, your brain scrambling to find a response that you do not have —because, well, it is your fist position ever, if that counts. You decide to mimic his grin instead, a curt nod as your answer since it looks more like an affirmation than a question.

“Feeling nervous?” he queries right after, scrunching his nose as if he could feel the nerves running like thunders under your skin.

For that you do have an answer: “A lot…”, but the reasoning behind it greatly differs from what he must be thinking about.

Strangely enough, the sweet chuckle that he lets out brings a real smile to your lips, and even more so the calming words and praises that follow. That he knows you will do well, everything will turn out alright, while he confidently assures you that you will be taking some points home today. He is sure of it. The men from the meeting had said something similar, their ‘don’t be greedy’ has stayed at the back of your mind ever since.

“You already know this but, be careful, the start is pure chaos when you are on the middle of the grid” he advices you as well, looking back at the line of Formula One cars like he can see it unfolding before his eyes.

But why is he being so nice? Who is he? Talking to you with such care while you cannot get a single word out, too freaked out to react to any of this information. Your eyes slip down on their own to the hip of his jumpsuit, the letters showing despite the fact that he is not wearing it zipped up completely like you do, but rather with the top part wrapped around his waist. There you find what probably is the United Kingdom flag —yeah, he does sound English— and what must be his name: Lewis.

“Anyway, better not to talk about it. Let’s go!” the man proposes at last, pointing with a tilt of his head to the men gathered a few meters away.

Even though any sane person in your situation would have turned down the offer and run away from all these strangers, you cannot help but follow him. The fear of being left alone in an unknown place is somehow overpowering your desire of escaping. Where would you run to anyway? With which money? And if you call the police, what would you tell them? Would you even be able to understand what they say? It is not like you had been able to read a single town sign on the way here.

Still, when you finally focus your gaze on the group of men ahead, you wonder if all this is just an extremely well-prepared hidden camera show. Because not more than a few meters away, in that group you are walking towards is the man that has been flashing through your mind all day long.

The man from yesterday, the person who held you in his arms as everything faded around you, in that exact same bright orange outfit.

Next chapter

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Author's note: From now on the updates will take a bit longer since this is what I had already written, so you'll have to be patient with me hahaha. Thanks for all the nice comments and interactions!

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mordaciousmurderer · 7 months

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Sticky and Sweaty

Captain John price x fem!reader smut

CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT MINORS DNI

A/N: Yall just happened to be left alone for a stake out and you’re stuck in the hottest, dampest room. Ok guys i literallt cannot write smut but i am so fucking horny for this man I just HAD TO. asks r open for suggestions ;3

CW/ Fem!Reader, p in v sex, unsafe sex, fingering, porn with plot? a bit of aftercare, praise, price calls you a good girl

“Captain, I’m telling ya that nobody will show up. Laswell already ruled this area useless.” You groaned, your knees up to your chest and your back pressed flat against the wall. The two of you had been sitting in the dimly lit attic of a now abandoned safe house. Initial intel stated that the current drug ring they were investigating was doing a drop at this location and there was a chance that there would be hostages involved. Despite more current info saying that we spooked them and the drop was moved, Price insisted that you guys stake out here. Not only was it boring, it must have been at least 100 degrees in the attic.

“Just wait. A bit longer and we’ll pull out.” He was leaning against a table maybe three feet away from you. You could see him tuck his thumbs underneath the traps of his tactical vest.

“Thats what she said. Did you really have to pick the hottest room in the world?” You chuckle, adjusting your position and cringing as you feel your vest stick to your back. Your immature yet somewhat humorous joke was only responded to with an eye roll.

“Watch your mouth Lieutenant. You really can’t handle the heat hm?” He taunts, knowing he was just as sweaty as you. Both of your cheeks were flushed a gentle pink, a result of the temperature as well as the (not so) subtle flirtatious statements that had been thrown back and forth for the last hour.

You can’t help but whine slightly at the teasing statement, too uncomfortable to hold back a sour attitude anymore. “Can I PLEASE take off my vest? Since Ghost and Soap are on overwatch we’ll have a bit of warning if anybody comes up.” you pleaded, moving forward slightly to sit on your knees. Your desires to maintain the professionalism of this mission were fleeting with each bead of sweat that dripped down your temple. You couldn’t help but be painfully aware of being alone with your handsome Captain, one who you had been flirting with for as long as you’d been in the 141, the subtlety fading away with time.

Price pushes himself to stand up straight, stepping ever so slightly closer to you. “And why should I let you do that? Just because it’s a wee bit warm?” He rocks, shifting his weight from the balls of his feet to his heels which makes his chest pop forward slightly. “You’re a big girl, deal with it.”

You felt your thighs involuntarily squeeze together at the name, staring up at him from the floor. You couldn’t help but pout, damn near close to miserable. “Cmon… I know you’re just as hot as me.” You retort slyly.

Price felt himself going mad, taking another step towards you. You had an odd sense of persuasion in your voice, he hardly had the heart to say no to you. You were right, it was way too hot. He would kill to tear his vest off this second. Price purses his lips, “Fine. 5 minutes.” He agrees with a sigh and watches as your eyes light up. He watches as you practically tear the vest off, studying the way your t-shirt soggily clings to the curves of your torso. He bit his lip subtly, not realizing he got caught up in staring.

“Hey.” You interrupt his daze, standing up and setting the vest down on the table he was previously leaning against, coming to settle directly in front of him. “So you only let me take it off so you could get a better look?” You said lightly, a smirk coming across your face.

He stepped even closer, his hands settling on either side of your waist. You felt your heart flutter, this being the first time he’s touched you like this aside from lingering hugs and guiding hands on your lower back. Your hungry eyes met his, suddenly aware of your breathing. “Tell me to stop. Tell me I shouldn’t be doing this.” He mumbles, one hand snaking up your torso and landing to cup your jaw. You tilted your head slightly to press into the touch. “What if I don’t want to?” You respond and the tension in the air climaxes before he leans down, his lips crashing into yours.

Instantly, you kiss back hurriedly and sloppily. He was clearly just as desperate as you were, as he took almost no time to press his tongue into your mouth. His hands roamed your body, grasping your ass firmly, leading you to pull him closer by the straps of his vest. He pulled away slightly, glancing down at it. “Take it off.” you say simply and he pulls it over his head, plopping it next to where you had set yours. It takes maybe a second to reconnect your lips and you two head backwards, your back making contact with the wall you were previously sitting against. You feel your breathing stutter when his thigh splits between your own, pressing upwards.

“Fuck-“ You breath out when he trails down to kiss and nip at your neck, careful not to leave any marks where it’d be visible to the rest of the team. The forbidden nature of this made this all the better. Once again he comes back up to connect your mouths, pressing up against you. His hard on pressed against your lower stomach and you reached down to palm him through his combat pants which was met with a slight groan into your mouth. You felt your arousal pooling between your thighs, his hand coming to wrap around your neck gently.

“Can’t even control myself around you love-“ He breathes heavily, pulling back to fumble with the belt on your pants as you do the same to his. He pushed your pants down to your knees, watching closely as you pulled his cock out. Your eyes stayed locked on his length, pleasantly surprised by the size. You grazed your thumb over the slit, smearing precum over the head and beginning to pump your fist up and down, rotating slightly as you came up.

Price groaned, throwing his head back slightly. Your touch sent shivers up his spine, his mind melting at the slick sounds that filled the room. As much as he wanted to let himself come undone under you, he had other priorities. He gently moved your hand away smiling when you cocked your head to the side in slight confusion. To ease this, he simply slides your panties to the side, revealing your throbbing core to him. He smirked when he heard your breathing hitch as he slid his fingers through your folds, chuckling lowly when he felt your arousal. “Darling you’re absolutely fuckin’ soaked. Must have been all worked up for a while now..” He mutters in your ear.

“Price-“ You whine out, watching as his fingers disappeared between your legs. You whimpered pathetically as he began rubbing circles on your clit, extra sensitive from the prolonged tension. “Please. Please.” You sigh shakily, desperate for him to be inside you.

He shakes his head, slipping two fingers into you and curling them to draw out another moan from you. “Use your words love. What do you want?” He purred, enjoying the way you switched from a stoic soldier to a whining mess. You subconsciously stepped slightly further apart, desperate to feel him. “Fuck me. Just fuck me-“ You choke out and make a small sound of disappointment when he withdraws his fingers from you.

With that he wastes no time in lining himself up with you, briefly sliding the tip between your soaked folds before pressing into you, both of you moaning out in sync. You gripped at the fabric of the shirt on his chest, your brain going blank at the stretch his cock gave you. He set a mind numbingly slow pace, taking his sweet time before he bottoms out inside you, holding that position. You huff, looking back up at him to kiss him again. He begins thrusting into you, moaning into his mouth whenever his cock rams into your sweet spot. The lewd sounds of damn skin against damp skin reverberate throughout the room.

Price growled, not quite fucking you as deep as he’d like. He breaks the kiss to pick you up by your thighs, pressing you flush against the wall to distribute your weight in a way that was comfortable for both of you. It’s now when he starts pressing vigorously into you, helpless whines steadily flowing out of your mouth as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix in the most mouth watering way. “Y’look so beautiful fucked out under me like this.” He utters, groaning as he thrusts into you, feeling your juices drip down him and onto his heavy balls.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself involuntarily clenching down on his length, approaching your orgasm. “John I’m close.” You whimper out, clinging onto him for dear life. He continues fucking you with the same pace. “Go ahead love, cum on my cock like the good girl you are.” He grinds down a bit, his pubic bone coming to rub your clit which brings your orgasm hurdling through you. You cry out, coming undone all over him as he fucks you through your high. You feel your cunt pulsating and with a few more thrusts he felt himself nearing the edge as well. The way you clenched around him harder than before coaxed his orgasm out of him. He pulls out of you, his cock settling between your two stomachs as ropes of cum shoot out onto both of you.

The two of you sat panting quietly for about ten seconds before he set you down gently, quickly putting his hands back on your waist when your legs slightly buckled beneath you. “Whoa- You okay love?” He asks you gently, one hand coming to cup your cheek. You nod with a smile, leaning in to kiss him once again which he gladly reciprocates. “That was.. Holy fuck.” You grin, your cheeks a steady shade of pink. He can only help but smile back dumbly for a few seconds before he remembers the cum on you guys. He quickly turns to see what he can use to clean up, settling on a couple napkins on the table next to you guys.

He wipes your tummy off gently, you watching him intently as he does. “You did so good. Took me so well.” He coos as he cleans you up, then himself. Once he finishes, you pull your pants back up and he does the same, only to be interrupted by the crackle of comms from the two vests you guys previously discarded.

“Cap, LT, we got two vehicles approachin’ the house.” Ghost’s easily identifiable voice droning through. Price looks down at you with a smirk on his face, adjusting his hat slightly. “Would ya look at that… Guess this building wasn’t so useless after all.” He states plainly, a twinkle in his eyes.

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chemicalalice · 2 years

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Fic: Stars in Your Eyes - Kinktober Day 21

Title: Stars in Your Eyes

Summary: Rhett is a good man. It is about time someone told him so.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x female!Reader

Warnings: unprotected PinV sex, swearing, praise kink. Please be mindful of yourself and do not read if this content bothers you. 18+ only!

Word count: 2042

AN: Ooops I forgot to post this on time.

You looked up from the papers spread across the desk when you heard the soft knock on your office door. They may call you the Ice Queen in the office because you were so focused and no-nonsense when it came to work, but the sight before you had a giant smile spreading across your lips.

Rhett Abbott stood there, shoulders hunched, the saddest looking bunch of already wilting wildflowers clutched in one hand, and a small, hesitant grin on his face, like a dog preparing for a smack in the face from a newspaper should his presence be unwelcome. You couldn't think of a single scenario in which the sight of him wouldn't be a good thing.

You glanced at clock and winced. You were supposed to meet him outside 20 minutes ago. You stood and began shuffling the papers spread across your desk into a disorderly pile. "I am so sorry Rhett! I lost track of time!"

He gave a small shrug. "It's fine, I figured. I tried calling but it went straight to voicemail."

You snatched at the phone laying half hidden under a file folder. Two missed calls. The phone somehow on 'do not disturb' mode. "Shit. I'm really sor-"

"Its completely fine," he cut in, smile growing slightly. "I know this case has had you pretty distracted."

You sighed, shoulders dropping. You knew he wasn't going to hold it against you, but you still felt bad. You turned to resume gathering your things but took a moment to take a better look at him. He was still hovering in your doorway, the hand not holding the flowers shoved awkwardly in his jacket pocket. He looked uncomfortable and you realized how out of place he must feel; scuffed boots, beat up ball cap, and stained Carhartt jacket in a sea of manicures, suits, stilettos and ties.

The thing you two had going was still early days, but you knew he was harboring some severe insecurities about his perceived worth when it came to relationships. You had grown up in the same town, attended the same school, but you came from money and had always rubbed shoulders with the likes of the Tillerson's and other well off ranching families. You had actually even dated Luke for a period, before you both went off to college, him for business and you for law.

Rhett, on the other hand, hadn't ever had a steady relationship during school. And while he had no problems pulling girls now, they were just buckle bunnies; more interested in hooking up with a bull rider, any bull rider, than they actually were in Rhett himself. You sensed that despite his nonchalance towards that lifestyle, that it wasn't actually what he wanted at all.

Perhaps the biggest blow to Rhett's self esteem was Maria. She had toyed with him in school, and she had toyed with him again, worse, when she had returned to Wabang. She had looked down on Rhett for never getting out of Wabang, and yet she hadn't either. Not really. A few failed years in college and she was back as well. Rhett didn't see that, though. He just saw her scorn.

To those who wanted big city living, Wabang may have seen like just another podunk town. But the truth was, there was a lot of money in Amelia county; some of the largest ranches in the States were headquartered near there. You may have been fresh out of college, but representing those ranchers' business interests already had you pulling in six figures a year. So no, you didn't think living there was a failure at all. But you would have come back regardless; there was no peace for you in the city. It was pollution and noise and crowds. True happiness lived on the wide open planes, up the mountains, and amongst the pine. And you couldn't put a price on that.

But Maria's words had wormed their way deep into Rhett. His self-depreciating comments passed off as jokes made it clear that he thought a girl like you belong with a college educated, Rolex wearing, rich guy who maybe owned a ranch but never had to spend a single day working it. Not a family rancher with a beat up truck like him and only a mediocre rodeo career to offer. The only thing he had to his name was that truck and he still lived at home. It bugged him.

When you finished packing your stuff you clicked your desk lights off and crossed the office to where Rhett stood. Your heel almost made you level with Rhett, but you still had to lean up a few centimeters for your lips to meet. The kiss was soft, but lingering; right in the middle of all those guys Rhett thought were a better match for you. You hated that he thought that way, but you were happy to shut that voice up inside of him whenever could.

When you pulled back you reached for your bouquet, giving him your hand to hold instead. "Let's get out of here."

His cheeks were tinged pink but he was smiling as you led him out of the building hand in hand

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You had convinced Rhett to skip the fancy dinner the two of you had previously planned and got fries and burgers to go at the diner instead. You wanted him to take you out stargazing.

Rhett, as you pleasantly discovered, was very knowledgeable about the night sky, and laying out, having him point out the various planets and constellations, was one of your favorite things to do with him. The nights were starting to get cold, and you figured this would be one of the last night you could star gaze with him comfortably.

When he found a spot he liked and turned off the truck you reached over and put a hand on his leg to keep him from climbing out.

"Hold on a minute," you said, giving him a tug so that he would slide over and meet you half way on the bench seat of the truck. You didn't want the steering wheel in the way of what you had planned.

When you had him where you wanted, you rose up and climbed on top of him, straddling him. His hands landed on your knees instinctively, but they quickly slide up under your skirt to rest on your upper thighs. "I think I like where this is going," he murmured, voice low and soft, that heart stopping grin one again stretching across his face, showing how pleased he was with the turn of events. You loved his voice, they way he talked, and his words caused that delicious tingle in-between you legs to flare to life.

You pushed his hat off his head before tangling your arms around his neck, neither one of you paying any attention as it hit the seat and slipped to the floor. Your face dipped to his, lips pressing together hotly. Beneath you, you felt him instantly harden at the contact, and you rocked down slightly, causing him to groan against your lips.

You laughed and leaned back, arms unwinding from his neck to pull your shirt over you head and tossing it to the floor of the cab. "I do want to look at the stars with you. But first, I want you to fuck me," you told him.

He sat up, nodding eagerly and hands falling to his belt buckle, which he began to unfasten. "Yeah, baby, I can do that."

You hesitate slightly, nothing Rhett would even notice, as small seed of doubt blooms in your belly at what you are going to do next, but then you lean in. "Good boy. Such a good boy for me," you purr, letting your lips graze across his cheek, and Rhett freezes, whole body tensing up before releasing with a full body shudder and a barely audible moan. Time stops, for a movement, but then he moves, avoiding looking at you as he resumes removing his jeans. You didn't need to see the look in his eyes to have your suspicions confirmed. You let him focus on his pants as you press an open mouthed kiss to his neck, tongue darting out to trace along the muscle where his neck met his shoulders. Rhett was the best man you had ever known, and you were going to give him what he so obviously craved and never got.

When his pants and underwear had finally been shoved down to his knees and your skirt was bunched up around your waist, he hooked a finger in the crotch of your panties and pulled them to the side, allowing you to hold his cock steady at your soaking entrance as your sunk down on him.

You both moaned at the sensation of your cunt, wet and hot, stretching around him. His head dropped to your shoulder and his arms came up to circle around you. You only stayed still for a moment, and then you began to move, hips rocking gently.

"God, you feel so good in me, Rhett. You make me feel so, so good." He shuddered again.

Your movements were slow and steady, unhurried. You wanted to take your time with him tonight. Make him feel just as good, as loved, as he always made you feel. Neither one of you had said it yet, but it was there; you both knew it, but insecurities from past relationships on both sides held it back. You were going to change that tonight.

Rhett reached up to unclasp your bra, and you wound your fingers in his hair, tugging with a gasp as his mouth latched on to one nipple, biting teasingly before tonguing the flesh to stiffness.

"You are so fucking handsome," your voice was breathy as you spoke. Rhett's hands had fallen to your hips, helping the rise and fall of your body and you could feel your pleasure bringing to grow. "So fucking sexy. And so, so good to me."

His switched to your other breast and you moaned. Fingers tightening in his hair, wanting to pull him closer and simultaneously push him away, your nipples becoming overly sensitive to his touch.

You rolled your hips, feeling the beginning sparks of your orgasm, and he fell away from you with a gasp.

"Please! Please don't stop," he gasped, not sure what he was even asking for. The need to come? Or for you to say more? Your eyes prickled at the raw vulnerability in his expression; the desperation there, begging silently for your words to be what your truly felt, and not just pillow talk.

"You are such a good man, baby. I am so lucky to have you. So proud to call you mine." You felt him trembling and knew it wasn't just from the orgasm that was rushing to overtake you both.

You made sure he was looking you directly in the eye when you moaned out your next words. "I love you, Rhett."

He was cursing, fingers digging into your hips as he forced you down on his cock and held you there as he exploded inside you. His face was pressed into your neck, but you could still make out the words he was gasping out with every hot pulse of cum. I love, I love you, fucking christ, I love you. You felt his teeth close around your collar bone and it was all to much, your orgasm sparked up your spine and you came so hard the world faded black.

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Afterward, when heart rates returned to normal you and we're both laughing and smiling as you messily detangled your bodies, Rhett spread a blanket in the bed of his truck and you settled in close to him to gaze up and the endless expanse of stars above you.

"I love you, baby," Rhett said again, words soft but the emotion behind them filling the space around you.

You pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "I love you too, cowboy."

Your relationship was still early days, but you already knew this was the man you want to spend the rest of your life with.

#kinktober 2022 #tppkinktober2022 #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #outer range #chemy writes #fic

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idv-sunsxin3 · 2 months

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Pavia // Wifey Material ♡

Note// This is probably one of the requests I got so crazy about so far.../pos and idk, Pavia is a ball of trauma- he needs some love too,,,

This almost kinda look like female s/o, but I also believe in male wife supremacy or any kind of girlboss gn/lh

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I think the practice of the woman being a housekeeper while being with a partner or spouse started to decline by the time of 1960s- but let's just say you happen to be a special case...

You're probably a bit old-fashioned- no, that's not the word.... intergrity, modesty, care, and good manners will never be old-fashioned. They are civil, and make social interactions pleasant. Which is what the s/o would believe imo.

S/o would appreciate some traditional practices. These small little things... like writing letters, make flower crowns for yourself or for anyone sitting beside you, stay indoors while watching the raindrops fog the window with a peaceful melody, and draw whatever you can think of rather than watch television... The little things they wish they can just often do rather than worry about maintaining something... maintain their life.

I can imagine that the s/o would have this charm.. a loving, caring charisma of a classical darling. They're probably one of the strangest wonders Pavia ever encounter before his eyes.

You're always seem to wear many different clothes, whatever you can afford to have in your closet. Despite not having a lot of garments, you always manage it through the multiple cominations of clothing as you took the liberty to come up with.

Additionally, there were times you even tried to dress as if you're from the 50-70s. Even wearing a more modern aspect just to make Pavia's day more interesting after probably seeing "not-so-tidy and pleasant people at work"...

Pavia would have been skeptical at first... Affection and sweet-nothings being foreign and touches of an angel almost made him hide away further to the shadows - only time made him convince him otherwise the longer you stay with him.

The time he suddenly barges in to your shared room exhausted and all bloodied, only to see you folding clean clothes from the laundry as you sit on your shared bed---

I'm just imagining him lowering his glasses just to look closely at the sight of you for a silent moment. You eventually notice him once you turn around, greeting him with a warm smile instead of an angry look. Noting how he even stained his dress shirt with blood.

"Welcome home, love." You somehow say warmly as you set a folded shirt down to walk towards the confused Pavia, helping him take off his shirt. "I've just prepared the bathtube a moment before you've arrived... Go clean yourself up before coming down for dinner, alright?" You instructed Pavia before planting a soft kiss on his chest before going back to the laundry--- But little did you know he has other plans.

He grab onto your arm before pulling him towards him so that you ended up getting pinned on the bed by him. You didn't have the time to wonder what just happened before seeing his fluffy hair bounce by the impact. Seeing him with this same grumpy frown before he suddenly drops his head on to his chest gently, catching you off guard once more---

"I want kiiss..." His voice muffled as his arms were circling your torso. You could only laugh softly by how "cute" He is acting, brushing his hair back to plant more kisses on his forehead.

"Here you go..." You whisper with that same gentle smile while holding him as if he's your whole world. "I love you... I love you so much."

These words are one of the things he longed to hear from you.

Seeing you doing many chores at your shared home, cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry... yet despite how exhausted you may seem, you never fail to give that same feeling of delight whenever seeing him coming back by the door. You're always found preparing a warm dinner and along with a bath waiting for him after a long day.... As if you're already pleased to just be with him for tonight.

This tender feeling he has on his chest... is indescribable to him back then.

But well, he won't pay much in mind about it for now... He'll rather focus on getting his job done so he can quickly come back to his wife much early, rather than spending a second thinking about it/ih

Pavia indeed has an ego, I'm really debating if he would treat his s/o as his trophy wife--- but I like to think he just spoils his darling whenever it seems Iike something is coming to a shortage--- like you're running out of a new batch of clothes, running out of money to buy cleanings products or groceries or you seem to be worn out from the constant cooking... he would be there to help and sometimes wishes he can just keep you around the house without laying a finger DBDBDBDB;;;

He just wants to treat you better unlike the time when no one was there for him when he needed someone... Now that he eventually saw you as someone to rely on with his vulnerable side, he's not afraid to be there for you either. You were with him for this long...

there's no way he can just let you go after, wither because you know too much... or because he wouldn't want to move on like that.

Why does this keep reminding me of hubby headcanons- sometimes, Pavia is just going to call you "wife" teasingly, even if it may sound sincere and affectionate---

Ever calling him "husband" would make him get a lot of ideas - that I don't know where to start NDNDNDND- but well, not ingenious ideas surely/ih

Pavia be finding his way to put rings on your finger before kissing it whenever he sees the opportunity- seeing you fiddle around with rings on your finger makes him feel satisfaction and a sense of comfort that you appreciate things gifted by someone like him. His ways of getting rings are mysterious questions to fond out for another day - yey he would quickly know right away if a ring he buys is shady, cursed... maybe even dangerous. He'll immediately get rid of it it in the spot before it does anything to your beautiful finger-;;;

He'll absolutely call you by so many affectionate nicknames along with "wife", sometimes is either he cam just verbally express his affections or he wants to see you get flustered with whatever he would whisper on your ear as you hang clothes.

He'll often hold you as if you're really his woman, that even people around would mistake you as a real married couple--- he is not ashamed of PDA, so you'll often see how he would have an arm around your neck. Making the metal of his ring lightly brush on the nape of your neck. There are even times when he'll hold on to your waist from the side and pull you close to him so that you can feel your back touching his chest.

He'll give you a lot of kisses in so many ways- often greets you with a cheek kiss, kissing the back of your hand when holding it whenever you guys go out, kissing your neck when saying good night as you're both in bed, he'll even capture those lips of yours passionately just from craving yadditionally after going through awful stuff in life-- he's finally in a haven, it's almost like an addiction.

Pavia tends to notice how you don't usually vacuum the house or make any noise while doing chores when he's around, you at some point explain that you simply don't like disturbibg his peace when his daily life may not seem a quiet one. Give him a place of comfort to take a short rest.

That's it, I think he's already planning to put a REAL ring on you;;;--- Where have you been all this time, how come the universe didn't let you find him????

Man, he's mad, happy, and so in love.

"Oh Amore mio- Dove sei stata tutta la mia vita?" He be having this grin playing around the edges of his mouth as he says it, his cold rings creeping through your skin as he caresses your cheek with his knuckles.

There are times Pavia would take you on a day-off date where he can pamper you with a lot of food at a luxurious restaurant, buying anything you desire at some mall as well, whether you like it or not--- if you are the type to prefer quiet places- i don't even know how you even tolerate Pavia's nature as his lover- but i guess abandoned parks would do the trick for a picnic/ih

I feel like besides helping you financially, I like to think outside the box and consider... Would he like to spend time with you as he does house chores with you during a day-off?

I feel like he'll really have fun cooking with you. While you do prepare the stove or oven, I wouldn't be surprised if he is very good at chopping ingredients, cutting vegetables, tenderizing meat with a hammer, or make ground beef with the meat grinder as you watch him with a concerned smile...;;; He definitely would look like he is enjoying it too much-/ih

It would be endearing if he somehow manages to know recipes that he can teach you during his free time- maybe like pasta.

If you happened to come out to find an interesting Italian ice cream recipe and ended up mastering it, Pavia would be looking like this boy peeking and lurking from the table counter as the mom is making some dessert- you sometimes have to gently get his hands off the pre-made Gelato so he doesn't try to taste it when it's not even frozen yet DJDBBDBD-

"Come on, mio amore- just a-one finger scoop-"😈 *gets his pinky swatted gently once again. "Bellaaaaaa-"😩

Pavia is the type of domestic partner who is a gelato connoisseur- like he literally suggested(well, more like complained...-) you once to buy a new fridge because he doesn't like the way how the refrigerator made the ice cream frozen hard instead of keeping the soft creamy texture--;;;

Over time, he starts to crave your attention and presence around him - often finding himself looking forward to come back and just eating dinner with you.... and well, watching you do things.

When he doesn't have to go to missions, he spends most of his time reading magazines, such on lollipops, and play with the wolves WHILE lurking at you quietly brushing the dust away from furniture, cleaning tables, knitting and mending clothes... and even in your sleep.

Sometimes he is weirded out whenever you sleep- yet he feels some tranquility from seeing your sleeping face... trying to not get too worried as he doesn't like the idea of people staying in a coma for 8 hours or more--- would be freaking waiting during those hours just to see you wake up confused as he asks you to make him coffee/ih

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{Spending time with the Wolves... the children 🥺}

The moments where Pavias comes back after a mission, he finds it very heartwarming when watching his s/o also pampering and cherishing the wolves as well.

When feeding them, you seem to keep this habit of waking up early to prepare breakfast for Pavia and the wolves. Including lunchables before hand so you can quickly catch Pavia to give him a lunchbox before he departs(Pavia be teasingly thinking you'll cry if he could leave earlier than you can come prepared- but man, isn't that so cute of you???).

You always have a notepad where you jot down Pavia's preferences and each of the wolves' eating habits and whatever food that seem to intrigue them positively.

You never forget to clean the 5 children, even if the first attempts may be unbearable to handle--- you still manage to make them squaky clean at the end of the day for Pavia's surprise. Along with making sure their fur is brushed, get disgnosed indoors and learning how to give each wolf a good healthcare service as long as they're at home...

You and Pavia still wonder what makes Andrea have the tendency to drool everywhere, though--

You learn to love being active, which goes hand in hand with playing with the wolves... It's always having morning jogs with them-(well more like is for your leisure). For their leisure, you always make sure they don't fight each other when playing, so they get their turns when playing catching the disc/stick. Sometimes, even pass the ball together or have a dog walk....

Imagine having these late night walks. Your friends be wondering why you be walking at such late hours, until they realize about your canine companions your lover raises alongside you--- (technically having leashes on 5 huge, sharp-teeth wolves in hand, walking beside you and making any red flag strangers sweat in bullets- how fun/lh)

Pavia always reminds you to have at least 2-3 of your shared children with whenever you go out- "just to be safe"..-- no buts. 😭 At least he cares... in his own way 🥺🥲.

So yeah... Grocery shopping with Peter, Maleficent, and Tonika are usually calm and smooth - the others were also behaving like sweethearts in public places too, of course! These 3 just happened to be more memorable for certain reasons...

Meanwhile, Leon and Andrea are very good companions when doing very active trips like mountain climbing or hiking - I'm not sure if you're the type for that. If not, there's also strolling at the park or at a long bring as one option!

Knowing how you seem to call the wolves as "children" and even sure that they view you as a mother figure would get him to a heart seizure from the serotonin--- the family is whole now;;;; 😭🥺

But well I let you guys read at the end with one funny cute imagine; you all at a car ride to the beach. 5 dogs sticking out their tongues through the windows.

Look, if you both ever visit Italy with (Pavia as the impatient tour guide) that's what the road is like. Even if like 10 percent of Italians wear seat belts, Pavia rather keeps his sweetheart intact from any accidents;

Pavia be putting a lot of seatbelts on you and giving you lots of kisses on the forehead(as if assuring--) before DRIVING SO FAST OMG--- PAVIA, SLOW DOWN???;;;/ih

"Hold on tight, Bella- this will be a bumpy ride!!!" *cackles as he freaking takes sharp turns---*

Yep, you're definitely living a household with a pack of giant puppies wolves---

#r1999 pavia #r1999 x reader #r1999 #reverse: 1999 #pavia reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 x reader #pavia x reader

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cyberchronics · 4 months

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・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

me? writing (mostly) fluff? unheard of. and yet

suguru geto + new years, because I couldn't stop myself

★ fluff, suggestive, drinking, parties, hooking up, strangers to lovers ★

a/n: did not think I would go into 2024 being a tumblr writer 😭 so thankful for all the support i've been getting from friends and the ppl on this website. if you've ever read my fics, I'm so incredibly grateful. can't wait to keep entertaining y'all and do it all over again next year 🫶🏾🫶🏾

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Suguru has never been one to party recklessly. but when his best friend and (unfortunately) his roommate insists on throwing an elaborate New Year's party every year, he's forced to endure. Satoru is loud and so are his guests, noisy music blending into the sound of people talking.

When he ducks out of his room to get a glass from the ridiculously expensive champagne tower, everything is just too much. Suguru is content with staying in his room and drinking alone, maybe getting lucky enough to drink himself to bed before the ball drops.

Then you stumble into his room. It's obvious that you're drunk by the way you trip over your own feet, and he's almost sure that you were looking for the bathroom. Usually, he'd just kick a drunk person out. Give them directions he knows they'll forget so at least his floor isn't getting puked on. But something about you is different. You've caught his attention.

Suguru climbs out of bed and guides you in the right direction. He's not as annoyed when you cling to him, blabbering nonsense in his ear about how thankful you are. When you off-handedly mention how cute he is, he smiles without having to think about it. He doesn't even mind when you do inevitably throw up and he has to rub your back through it. It's kinda endearing, in a way.

Time passes, and he finds himself taking care of you for the night. You're sat in his lap despite Suguru's instance that you lay in his bed until you feel better, arms loosely wrapped around him as you sip a bottle of water. He doesn't think he could pry you off if he tried, especially not when your fingers start playing with his hair. Despite the suddenness of it all, there's no feeling of being bothered that presents itself. It's a comfortable silence that steals all his attention.

Then the commotion in the next room starts. Suguru's about to tell you to ignore it before the chaos organizes itself into a countdown, starting with 10 and slowly working its way down. Shit, is it that time already? Before he can properly react, you're already snaking your arms around him in a tight hold. He doesn't object to what he knows is coming, instead holding your hips and leaning in close.

Two pairs of lips crash together in a heavy kiss as a choir of "Happy New Year's!" erupts in the living room. The sweet taste of your makes him want to moan, the intimacy of the moment almost too much for him to handle. Suguru's craving more even though this one hasn't ended yet. The embrace devolves into a mix of desperate making out and touching, hands drifting along both of your bodies as you taste the champagne on each other's tongues.

It's not a surprise to Suguru when he wakes up cuddled up to you, skin covered in purpling bruises with only a blanket obscuring his body from prying eyes. he rarely hooks up, much less at parties, but he doesn't regret it. He knows his hangover is about to slam into him, the dull throb of ache steady in the back of his head. That doesn't stop him from admiring you, swiping a thumb over your bitten lips, and giving you a feather-light kiss on the forehead.

Maybe partying isn't so bad if it means finding someone like you.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #geto suguru #jjk suguru #suguru geto #🧠#💍#getou suguru x reader #jjk geto #geto x reader

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divinegrey · 2 years

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ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ / ꜰᴀᴅᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

angsty fade, but don't worry, there's plenty of comfort to go with it! enjoy!

prompt: fade with a s/o who has mommy issues? her family always abused her and she just wants some love and comfort.

words: 1250

warnings: angst with comfort, mommy issues, mentions of psychological and emotional abuse

You can feel your knuckles splitting open with every strike to the tough material of the punching bag. Your lungs burn, a dire need for oxygen that comes only in short spurts. Sweat beads at your skin, a thin sheen that gleams in the harsh lighting of the gym. One, one two. One, one two. One, one two. You repeat the mantra in time with your punches. With every twist of your body, the bag swings.

“An eighty five? For fucks sake, that’s not good enough! You should always be striving for one hundred. An eighty five won’t cut it in life, do you understand?”

You shake off the words of your mother, the sound burned into your brain no matter how many times you’ve tried to claw it out. You wipe your forehead with your forearm, flexing your fingers, the movement restrained by both the pain of your skin cracking and the thick padded wraps doing their damndest to protect them. Shake it off.

One, one two. One, one two. One, one two.

The bag swings like a metronome with every strike you deliver.

“Quit eating that. It’s pure sugar. It’s not going to do anything to help you, you’re already chubby enough.”

Your eyes narrow onto the bag. You see red, but it comes with a howling pain you haven’t felt in years.

Tonight is one of those nights, it seems.

One, one two. One, one two. One, one two.

You switch your stance, repeating the same process with your left arm forward instead of your right. Your muscles are screaming in agony— how long have you been going at this? Doesn’t matter. The more you punch the bag, the more you feel anything other than grief you thought you had long since buried.

“Worthless! Fucking worthless! You can never do anything I tell you, can you?! You always need me to hold your fucking hand! You’re not a fucking baby anymore, grow up!”

THUD!

Your fist connects with the punching bag and the hook chaining it to the ceiling cracks. The bag flies onto the ground, and before you realize it, you’re mounting it and throwing punch after punch into the bag, imagining the face of someone who caused you so much pain it changed you fundamentally. Down to your very core, you were changed, and you fucking despise it.

“Fuck—” THUD! “You!—” SLAM! “Stupid—” BOOMF! “Fucking—” WHAM! “Bitch!”

Between your words, your fists tear holes into the bag. Yet, at the same time, you’re breaking.

“Sevgilim.”

You register the word in your mind, but the endless hurricane of emotions sweeps it away before it can fully sink in. You slam your hands into the punching bag, one right after the other despite your muscles begging for mercy.

“Aşkım.”

More punches.

“It’s disappointing. You’re a disappointment, you’re never going to be anything.” Your mother’s voice invades your mind like a virus, spreading like a hivemind.

Shut up shut up shut shut up SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT U—

“Bebeğim—”

You whirl, fist raised, shouting with every ounce of anger in your body, “What?!”

Standing there, a dozen feet away, hands balled up, is Fade. Hazal. Your girlfriend.

Everything in your body goes cold. You glance at your fist, blood seeping through the knuckles, staining the blue fabric into a shade of violet. Your throat squeezes up. “I— I’m so sorry.” Your heart squeezes and you drop your arm, repeating one thing and one thing only. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

Before you have a chance to continue, Fade is next to you, wrapping you up in her arms. You curl your fists into your body, refusing to let her get anywhere near them, even as exhaustion makes you slump into her.

“You have nothing to apologize for, hayatım,” Fade whispers, stroking her hand through your sweaty hair. “Nothing at all. There is nothing you could ever do or say wrong to me, my love. Never.”

You exhale shakily, an onslaught of tears rising to your eyes. There’s a vast emptiness inside of you, brought on by memories you wish would go away, nightmares that you wish would disappear into thin air so they would never bother you again.

But sometimes… some fears will always stay.

Fade knows this, she knows your fears. She was the one who stepped into your mind and witnessed your worst nightmare.

Someone you once called your mother.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Fade says. She pulls you to your feet, carrying you wordlessly out of the training gym. The hour is late, and hardly any souls grace the halls other than you two. Fade rubs your arm, leaning her head on your shoulder.

She knows what to do.

Fade holds your hair back as you vomit out all of your grief and misery into the toilet. She holds you while the momentary sickness passes, giving you water and kisses on the forehead with whispered words of encouragement, reminding you that it’ll all be okay.

Fade takes off your boxing wraps, inspecting and cleaning the blood off with all the care in the world. Fade pushes you into the shower with a smile, cleaning your skin with her favorite soap that reminds you of safety and warmth. Fade dries you off with a fluffy towel until there’s a faint smile on your face and you don’t feel as empty as you once did.

Time and time again, Fade proves that she is there for you.

“I don’t deserve you,” you mutter, sliding into Fade’s arms in her bed. Only the small, twinkling lantern in the corner of the room illuminates the space with an array of designs, stars and moons and suns. A nightlight, because Fade hates sleeping in the dark sometimes.

Fade’s grip on you tightens and you still. She rubs her hand in circles over your back. “Don’t you ever say that again. It doesn’t matter what you deserve; I choose to be here because I love you with everything I have. I love everything that you have, the good and the bad.”

You blink back tears for the second time tonight. Your throat feels thick, and you have to push away your belief that you don’t deserve the love that Fade is so willingly giving to you. Fade, who treated everyone with indifference despite everyone hating her for exposing them. Fade, who never judged you for your anger because she understood why.

Fade, who allows you to feel angry, and picks you up when it’s over.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you too. My life, my light in the dark, my beautiful sun,” Fade says, kissing your forehead. You pull your head up just enough to kiss her on the mouth, the only way you can let her know how much you truly appreciate her when your words seem to fail you. Fade holds your face gently, running her thumb along your cheekbone, over and over until you pull away.

You smile at her, watching the lights of her paper lantern dance across her face.

“Where would I be without you?” You say, and Fade chuckles.

“Saving the world, as you usually do,” Fade answers, tapping your nose with her finger once. “But now is time for sleep, okay?”

You mumble another I love you as you burrow into her chest. Fade pulls the sheets over you and holds you tight until dreams find your mind and pull you under.

~~~~~~ A/N: @ the person who requested this, are you okay????

#fade x reader #valorant fade x reader #fade #fade valorant #hazal eyletmez #fade imagines #valorant x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant #valorant imagines

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reyesstrand · 11 months

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wip wednesday

thanks for the tag @rmd-writes @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @theghostofashton and @carlos-in-glasses <3 i was going to share more from the food fic before i realized i’m truly going to end up posting the whole fic in snippet-form before it’s done, so here’s a something i’ve been working on as a side project!

“Hey, you know what? It has character, and I love it,” TK tells him, holding the lopsided bowl he crafted with his own two hands close to his chest like he would a baby, or a tiny animal. He’s surprised it survived the kiln without suffering any damage or cracks, but it’s here, and Carlos is looking at him strangely, the corner of his mouth lifted up in a barely-contained smile.

“I’m proud of you,” Carlos says, and there’s no sarcasm or belittling notes in his voice—it’s the truth. His deep eyes are so warm as they stay focused on him, and it makes TK feel hot all over. Carlos very pointedly licks his bottom lip before he finally looks away. “I’ll help you wrap it up, if you can give me a few minutes.”

“Yeah, no rush,” TK nods, eyes tracking the other man as Carlos turns and drops back down onto his stool. He winces once he lamely adds, “do your thing, man.”

Carlos smiles at him, despite it all. TK’s stomach twists. He slips into the shadows of the studio as Carlos dips his hands in water before placing them around the ball of clay he’d thrown and centered a few minutes before. TK watches him because it’s mesmerizing and kind of impossible not to, as he takes in Carlos’ denim-clad thighs spread around the wheel as he sits close and hunches over, his elbows close to his body and biceps bulging as he gracefully shapes the clay. He gently places his own bowl down on one of the hip-high tables, killing time by pacing up and down the length of the back of the studio where shelves are lined with industrial-sized buckets of glaze, humming a little under his breath to the song that’s playing softly through the speakers.

Before he knows it, the gentle hum of the spinning wheel fades as it slows and then stops completely, and Carlos’ stool creaks. TK turns, planning on joking around and asking if he’s being too much of a distraction, when he suddenly finds himself being pushed back against the neighbouring wall. Carlos’ eyes are shining as they take TK in and his hands—his big, sturdy hands, which are skilled and capable of creating such delicate, artistic, beautiful things—cup his face, wet clay smearing against the side of TK’s jaw as his head is tilted up. TK’s already waiting for the kiss and yet something inside him feels set on fire when it happens, his jaw falling open as his lips part, curling his fingers in the back of Carlos’ threadbare t-shirt to bring him even closer.

no pressure tagging @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @morganaspendragonss @sunshinestrand @beautifulhigh @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @maxbegone and anyone else who wants to share something <3333

#tag games #my fic #tarlos

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ria-writes-stories · 5 months

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Title: The present and the past, two faces of the same coin

Ship: Envy

Genre: Romance, Wholesome, Angst

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(No one's pov)

Time. What a cruel and wonderful concept. We are tormented by it, and yet we are blessed, for if time didn't move we wouldn't have anything, but if it wouldn't move, we wouldn't loose anything. So what do you do when you wake up, and you're brought back in time, long ago, when you didn't yet know anything, except that now you do, and you can not forget anything, and you are forced to repeat everything all over again while having to keep calm to not scare another. What do you do...? What could you possibly ever do...?

V's visor woke up, and as she looked around she came to the morbid realisation that she was when it all started. Right there. In that cursed hallway, where it all began, where the forever struggle and torment of her heart took flight. It couldn't be. She couldn't be here. There was no possible way, so why...why? She couldn't think clear as she began to crying, bawling her eyes out uncontrollably shaking as she began to breath as her heart beat so loudly it could attract any predator possible to prey on her vulnerability as she began to look around frantically, afraid of what she will have to relive in this hell of a place. That is when she heard it. Those footsteps, those damned footsteps that belonged to no one else other than him. How could he? How could he torment her so much, now in present, and in past? She looked down to the floor to avoid seeing him, but it was of no use, for his presence was approaching her with great care, like a butterfly's wings, quietly and soft, you can not feel it yet you sense it. "V..." His voce rang out with great concern as she held herself to not fall apart. 'Push him away. Push him away already. You can stop this here and now. You won't have to suffer anymore' a voice rang in her mind, but she couldn't, she just couldn't.

He gently place a hand on her back as all of her defenses fell apart as he held her gently and tenderly to his chest, looking down with eyes widen in shock and fear.

He had no clue how to help her. What could he possibly do, to take away her agonising pain? But while he was thinking of this other things were ringing in her ears 'You're weak. This is why you failed. This is why you keep failing. You know what you have to do. Don't be selfish. Do it.' and as much as these words pained her she couldn't. How could she? To let go of him? No. No she couldn't. She would feel even worse. She would be worse. He'd be alone. She'd be alone. No. No. No. No. Alone without him it's worse than being without him at all, and yet... God forbid the pain that her soul has to feel. 'Would I do it all over again, if I knew it all, would I?' was the question she asked herself before going to bed tonight, and now, she was going to get her answer despite all odds possible. As these thoughts filled her mind, realising she got what she asked for her heart calmed down, not because she was feeling better, but because she was in utter shock. 'What have I done...?' she asked herself as she felt herself being gently picked up from the ground by him. She looked at him with teary eyes, it was as if she forgot everything when the realisation hit her. What now...? It wasn't her choice to be led out into the night, but it was her choice to let him do it... and now as he held her hand tenderly and lovingly, he walked her in this dark hallway as the heavy drops of rain smashed against the windows of the manor. Then, when they got into the ball room a loud thunder struck into the distance and it rang in her ears like the sound of his visor crashing, being absolutely destroyed as his head is removed from his body when she was but a lifeless puppet in the hands of that doomed entity.

She shivered in fear and tugged on his hand, holding him tightly as her eyes trembled in fear and terror as she felt her senses getting weaker and weaker, numbed by her nightmares and by her torture. That is when he did it, the thing that made her once and for all fall into his arms.

Fallen like a doe caught in a trap. He put the music on, and gave out his hand... "May I have this dance?" Her stuttering afterwards, her helpless attempt of pushing him away, her pathetic little attempt to change this around, to avoid the future but things were already set in stone, and he took her into his arms and danced with her into the night, as she looked into his eyes, so calm and nostalgic. This feeling, oh this feeling of dancing with him, that freed her soul from any mortal chains. She felt light as a feather, and she felt like the weakest of wind could take her far away into the dangers of the world, but he was there, right there, holding her in place, holding her close to him, keeping her safe. She looked into his eyes 'Was it worth it?' 'Every bit.' 'Would you do it all over again?' 'For him. I'll do it a million times, each time worse.' Who was she talking to? She didn't know anymore, to herself, to the demons in her head, to her present, to her past, to her future, who cares anymore? She was there with him, and that's all that mattered. She could feel his loving gentle touch keeping her secure and loved into his tender grasp. God what she wouldn't give to be held like that again in the present. Dear stars and greater heavens from above, tormenting with so much cruelty, yet so sweetly. He took away every ounce of pain, therefore, she will be there, forever.

These dreams like clouds of euphoria began to lurk around him again. Appearing like temptation, disappearing like a stolen jewel. These dreams that soothed him so gently, these dreams that held him as close as possible as to what he once was. He opened his eyes, looking around confused. He was in the creepy spooky mansion from his dreams, and as he looked around, he began exploring like a child on a flower field, but that is when he heard it. Crying. A perfect angel soft voice, crying out her precious pure heart in agony. That is when he saw her. It was her no doubt but...she was different.

Her hair was different, her uniform was different and she had...glasses? "V..." He spoke out with worry. He was so confused. He couldn't realise, he couldn't understand what was happening. He was lost, drifting off on an endless ocean of nothing but mystery. Why was she in so much pain? Why was she so different? He never saw her cry, not once. He has never seen her be this...small and lost and...sad...He was lost, lost beyond what he felt when he was awake, his heart felt heavy with guilt. He couldn't just stand there and see her cry. He couldn't... He didn't care that she would ignore him, he didn't care if she will ignore him, he will stay here, for as long as she needs it and she can't stop him.

He brought his hands around her and held her close, letting her cry into his chest as he looked down at her with broken eyes. It pained him so badly. It didn't matter that when he was awake she would ignore him, she would act like she didn't know him, she wouldn't acknowledge him, none materd. He loved her with all of his heart. She was strong, brave, and admirable. Who couldn't love her? Yes, sometimes he felt strange, but it never stopped her from loving her, and it will never stop her from going an extra mile for her. He will keep her safe, no matter what. He will be there. He will be right there.

'What if I told you that you could save her all of this pain if you would just get up and leave?' a voice rang in his head 'Just walk away, and she will never suffer again. She will be cold enough to not cry anymore.' this voice scared him beyond anything else. Was it his own? Who's voice was this? He couldn't leave her. He would never. No. He can't explain what is going on, but he will stay there.

Once she stopped crying he picked her up, he began to walk with her on a hallway. As he looked at his hands he saw himself normally, but when passing by a window he was the one that looked weird and she was the one that looked normal...it was so strange...so bizzare.

He has never saw her so afraid, or scared. Not once, but he was determined to do anything in his power to make her smile again. He kept on a gentle warm face and held her softly as he began to dance with her. He reassured her. He stayed close. He held her close. He made sure to be there. His heart broke in thousands of shatters when looking in her eyes. What hurt her? Who hurt her? He would destroy the cause of her pain, tear it with his bare hands if needed. He'll chase after it, and when he'll get tired he'll fly, and he won't be able to fly he will walk and if he won't be able to walk then he will crawl, as long as he can breath and move he will sacrifice all that he has for her no matter what. He had to keep her. He just had to. He couldn't explain it, but she deserved so much, and he was willing to give all of him even if he knew it would never be enough.

'Pathetic. You wouldn't change anything even if you could spare yourselves this miserable fate. How stupid. How gross' a voice said as suddenly the ball room began to shake and a huge crate formed between them.

V was back in her body, she looked down at her hands, to see her claws were out, she was a disassembly drone after all wasn't she? She quickly realsied that all around her there was nothing but dark emptyness with bits of the ballroom floor and... N, far, far away on one of the bigger floating parts. No. Not again. Not her sweet butler, looking so afraid and confused. "N!" She screamed out as she spread her wings and quickly made her way to him.

N was back in his body, holding his head in pain as he groaned as he opened is eyes looking around, only to see V far, far away from him, scared and alone, everything else around him was meaningless. "V! Stay there! I'm coming to get you!" he said loudly for her to hear as he got into action to get to her. He had to get to her. He had to.

When each of them got closer to the other's past, the more difficult it was to reach them due to obstacles.

N spread his wings and he was ready to hold her in his arms in a protective manner, only for her to vanish into his arms. A hologram... V had the same fate, as when she got close to him and reached out her hand he disapeared. She was speechless. Was it all for nothing...? All of this struggle for nothing? She stared with wide eyes into the place he once was unable to understand.

"V! V! WHERE ARE YOU?! V!!!" It was him. She gazed up from the floor and turned around, looking down into the distance, in this endless emptiness where he was standing all alone looking around frantically for her. "N! OVER HERE!" She screamed out.

'Oh no you don't' the voice said as the bits of floors began to close up, forming more obstacles and walls between one another, only for these things to be crushed to dust by their claws or by their missiles, as the flew between them, moving swiftly and quickly, both equally desperate to get to each other and when to get closer... A claw stopped V from moving, grabbing her by the neck as black thin tentacles grabbed her wings holding her back as she reached out her hand in desperation, seeing that multiple black tentacles warped around him to pull him down. "N!" she screamed out in fear and terror for his fate, more than for her own.

His eyes widen and he quickly moved his tail, stabbing what was holding her with his nanite acid forcing it to let go of V, as she took her claws out and slashed the tentacles holding him down

'Ouch! Solver of the absolute solver, get a grip.' the voice said as the two reached for each other's hands as N quickly pulled her into a hug warping his wings around her, and that's when they woke up.

N woke up panicking, gasping and panting for air as he looked around like a mad dog before spreading his wings and flying out. Did he fail? Did he not reach her in time? Where was V? He had to see V, he had to make sure she was alright and safe.

V woke up with a soft gasp as she looked at the floor emptily.

The rage that built up in her, the pain, the aggression... She took out her claws and hunted every single worker drone she saw before her eyes, killing the last one with a loud scream of anger and agony as she fell on her knees. "I killed them! I did! I keep doing it! Why?! WHY?! LET US GO ALREADY I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ME TO!" She screamed angrily as tears flew down her cheeks furiously.

She eventually sihhed heavily, cleaning her tears as she got up, as her heart slowed down. It wasn't calm, it was tired, and she couldn't scream like that again. She didn't have the energy to cry anymore.

He landed a few meters away from her, a solid distance from her, and looked at her. His heart came at peace at once and he sighed. She heard him... she peeked her head up and looked over her shoulder to look at him. Maybe... just maybe... not all was lost, and just maybe... she'll get to feel his arms warp around her again...and he'll get to feel her warmth into his embrace.

The end

#murder drones envy #murder drones n #murder drones v #murder drones

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quinn-borel · 9 months

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A Familiar Face

“A ball?” Quinn asked quizzically over the breakfast table at Fortemps manor.

“A ball? In these times? I can hardly see how it is appropriate when the Dravanians are nearly at your doorstep.” Alphinaud mused to himself as he sat across from Quinn, barely touching his breakfast. Lord Edmont de Fortemps sat at the head of the table, placing his knife and fork down as he looked towards the youngest Elezen at the table,

“Be that as it may, the lords of Ishgard aren’t one to forsake an excuse to hold a party. This one will be smaller than the usual foray, but nevertheless, I was requested to bring Eorzea’s savior in tow, along with my sons.”

“Why me?” Quinn tilted her head a bit, “I’m not of nobility. Sure, I’m your ward, but if anything, I’m just a runaway. Wouldn’t Alphinaud be a better choice to attend? He’s more…diplomatic.”

“This is probably a way for the Lords to put you under a microscope,” Alphinaud pointed out, “I’m sure despite the city being as closed as it is, word has traveled of your deeds. Given how close you’ve been working with House Fortemps these last few weeks, I’d say you may have become a popular topic of gossip, I’m afraid.”

Quinn sighed, absolutely defeated by the truth that came from her fellow Scion. Nothing sounded less appealing than getting dressed up and mocked and prodded all night by a load of stuffy nobles. She looked to Edmont with pleading eyes, as if to say, ‘Please, don’t make me go, dad.’. But to no avail, he closed his eyes and gently grasped his cup of coffee,

“It will be tomorrow evening, around sunset. We will have a seamstress fit you with a proper gown as well–at our cost, of course.”

Quinn sank in her seat, the feeling of dread wafting over her. She was never one for formal events, nay, she was an adventurer and heart and a bard by trade. She wasn’t meant to dance along with Ishgardian nobles, she was meant to sing and parade around tavern locals.

“C’mon, Quinn, old girl, it won’t be that bad!” Emmanellain stated as he entered the breakfast nook with Honoroit behind him, “A night of food, wine, and dancing with some of the finest in all of Ishgard. It will be a delightful event, for sure!”

He was a little too excited for the gala for Quinn’s taste, she sank further in her chair in response. Alphinaud shrugged with a wry smile as he looked upon his friend with pity. She would have to take the fall that evening while he continued his work at the manor. Quinn stared blankly at the young Elezen across from her, irritated that he had no further objection to the idea.

“Who knows, maybe this will be good for you, Quinn.” Alphinaud finally broke the silence between them, smiling into his morning tea, “It may teach you some class.”

“Oh, haha, you’re so funny, Alphi.” Quinn extended her leg underneath the table and practically dug her toe into the young lad’s shin. He yelped in response, almost dropping his teacup and saucer. Despite everything that happened to him, there was still an air of cheekiness to him. That, he hadn’t grown out of just yet.

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The evening approached rather quickly, almost too quickly to Quinn’s dismay. She arrived at the House Durendaire estate along with Edmont, Emmanellain, and Artoirel, adorned with the finest Ishgardian gown that matched the other ladies in attendance. Truly, one could not distinguish her in the crowd—she looked as if she belonged within the circle of socialites. Her only distinguishing feature was the grimace on her face as they walked about, obviously displeased to even be there in the first place. The dress was uncomfortable, her bodice was tighter than she’d like, and the extra makeup on her visage felt caked-on and unbearable. Artoirel had her on his arm, serving as her official ‘date’ for the gala, for every lady needed an escort of sorts.

“At least try to act the part,” he muttered under his breath so that only she could hear him, “you’re already under scrutiny, after all. Best you act like you want to be here.”

“Maybe if I had a drink…” Quinn eyed the refreshment table from afar, manned by a steward who seemed to be serving the finest ports. While she was more partial to ale and hard liquor, wine would certainly do the trick in calming her nerves.

“Just don’t go overboard.” He warned her as he allowed his arm to fall, allowing Quinn to float away from him and gravitate towards the table with glee. At the very least, it got her to drop her sour expression.

As she approached the table, Quinn could overhear some faint whispers around her,

“….outsider.”

“….Fortemps ward…..outsider…”

“….oh, it’s her…..Eorzea’s ‘savior’….”

“…..drunkard…..harpy”

That last one stung a bit. Sure, she got around, but outside of Ishgard only. Not once had she bed anyone since her arrival in the city-state, and she barely visited the Forgotten Knight for a drink. At least, that’s what she could remember…

One drink was followed by another as she strode around the gala, visiting the refreshment table every time her glass went dry. It put her at ease, her body feeling warm with her cheeks and suddenly the whispers were so faint they barely bothered her.

Let them talk. I’m Quinn-fucking-Rin’ria, the savior of Eorzea.

She spun around a bit to the music as she came dangerously close to the dance floor. A few patrons had to step aside in order to not be bumped into, yet, one guest in particular was not so lucky. Quinn’s hand smacked the arm of one Ser Forlemort, who immediately whipped around and glared at the young woman,

“Bah, you again!” He coughed, “I thought I’d had enough of you and your party poking your nose around Ishgard, yet here you are in the city. I can’t believe they let rabble like you in.”

Quinn glared back, yet a smirk was painted across her features, “Same goes to you, old man. They should have kept you locked in that observatorium where you belong to wither away.”

“How dare you, you drunken-” he stopped and his gaze went upwards, past Quinn as if there were someone behind him. He gritted his teeth and turned away, muttering curses under his breath as he went back to his own party. Quinn tensed up as she, too, felt a looming presence behind her—such a presence that seemed to startle the old man back to what he was doing. She slowly turned to find a rather tall Elezen standing behind her, dark hair with piercing blue eyes and a warm smile with a look of bemusement on his face.

“Are you always getting into trouble like this?” He asked.

“Ser Aymeric?” Quinn straightened up at the sight of the man no longer in his imposing golden armor, but rather relaxed in what she figured was the standard Ishgardian evening coat. She shook her head a bit, trying to clear her mind so that she could talk to him without coming off as a drunken fool, “I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“As the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights, I have a duty as a representative here at these formal events. But that aside, I am more surprised to see you here.”

“Me? Well, I was encouraged to come here as a member of House Fortemps.” She explained, “Though I think I was invited here to be more of an entertainment piece than a guest…” Her gaze fell to the floor, and Aymeric looked awkwardly off to the side,

“I cannot deny that I have heard whispers of you here and there. Though, I feel that now is a time where I can meet the proclaimed ‘Warrior of Light’ on a more personal level to expunge such rumors I’ve been hearing.”

“Truly?” Quinn looked to him rather curiously, “Well, those rumors are rather true. I’m just a bumbling outsider who drinks too much. Aside from the whole ‘savior of Eorzea’ thing.”

Aymeric chuckled, offering his hand to her as the music changed, “If I may?”

She wouldn’t let his charm get to her, her trust in people already as fragile as ever. Yet, something compelled her to take his offer, her slightly-shaky hand touching his palm. Aymeric guided her to the dance floor,

“Do you dance?” He asked.

“Not particularly. I mean, I used to when I was a young one.”

“It should be easy to catch on. Just follow my lead.”

The pair made their way to the dance floor, Aymeric taking the lead in their waltz,

“…So, how much wine have you had this evening?”

“That’s,” she hiccupped softly, “none of your business, Ser Aymeric. Is that what they teach fancy nobles to say to a lady during their first dance?”

“I consider us friends at this point,” he said with a warm smile, “I was just wondering if you were enjoying yourself, that’s all.”

“Oh, Gods,” she sighed, “between you and I, I’d rather be performing at the Forgotten Knight than dolled up and in this place.”

“Well, if it means anything to you, you clean up well.”

“You as well, Ser Aymeric.”

Quinn’s feet moved in unison with Aymeric’s, as if she were a well-seasoned dancer. Their movements flowed with ease, Aymeric being somewhat gentle with the way he held her hand and somewhat timid with the way his other hand sat at her hip. Quinn expected a military leader to be a bit rougher with his movements, but something about Aymeric seemed more refined and gentlemanly. He truly was treating her with care, and she noticed.

“So, question and answer time,” Quinn began, “you said you wanted to get to know me better?”

“Well, just by your movements alone I’ve gained quite a bit of insight.”

“Hmm,” she tilted her head, the alcohol really taking effect, “I guess then I can keep my mouth shut for the rest of this dance then?”

She looked at him with a smile. Her smile. The smile of a thousand suns, one would describe. Aymeric’s grip tightened slightly on her hand, and his eyes glistened ever subtly.

“You needn’t silence yourself. In fact, I encourage you to tell me a little more about yourself.”

“What is there to tell that you haven’t already studied with your ‘borderline fascination’?” She mused, “I’m an adventurer, a member of the Scions, and a bard by trade. I like to drink and dance and be merry. Not much to tell you past that.”

“I see.” His gaze never left hers, and the two of them locked eyes as they went about another turn in the dance.

“Boring, right?”

“On the contrary. I knew you had skill with a bow, but I wasn’t aware you were an entertainer.”

“You should stop by the inn some nights, if you’re not busy being…commander and all that…I’m sometimes there.”

“I may just have to.”

The beat of the music slowed down, just a tad, just enough to where the world itself seemed to stop at that very instant. His piercing blue gaze felt as if it went right through her, as if he were studying her. Yet, there was a tinge of red in his ear, something that Quinn failed to notice past his stare.

“Something wrong, Lord Commander?” Quinn asked, noticing that Aymeric suddenly went quiet. He shook his head immediately, continuing to smile back at her with his charming expression. The music changed number, meaning that their dance had come to an end. Aymeric gracefully released her, bowing slightly to thank her for the dance.

“I hope that we can see each other again soon, my friend.” He said, “It was a delight dancing with you.”

“You’re too formal,” Quinn teased, “I thought we were friends.”

“Ah, you’re right.” Aymeric straightened himself before looking to his left to see that Artoirel had approached them, “Lord Artoirel, it is a pleasure to see you.”

“Same to you, Ser Aymeric.” Artoirel gave him a slight bow, “I see you’ve had a chance to get more acquainted with Quinn here.”

“Please, we barely talked.” Quinn huffed,

“Well, perhaps we should choose a different venue next time.” Aymeric replied back, “One where you’re more comfortable.”

“I’ll take that offer.” Quinn shot back with a big grin, “Drinks on Ser Aymeric at the Forgotten Knight!”

Artoirel sighed, pressing his fingertips to his forehead, yet Aymeric patted his shoulder with a chuckle, “I tag out to you, friend. Take care of her.”

“Hm?”

“You heard him, Artoirel,” Quinn snickered, “You are my escort, after all.”

“Yes, yes, please remind me.” He sighed, turning to her and offering his hand, “Shall we?”

“Another dance?”

“No, I’m taking you home.”

“Gods, yes, finally.” Quinn sighed, grabbing his arm and leaning against him, “I’m getting tired of this place.”

“Lower your voice, please.”

——

“Artoirel-”

“Keep quiet.”

She hummed against his lips before he allowed her tongue in his mouth. Artoirel kept his grip firm on her hips, allowing her to continue to grind against him in such a seductive manner.

“By the Fury-” he muttered as she parted from him, she placed her fingertips against his lips to silence him. Quinn smirked behind her drunken daze, sitting back on his lap as she ran her hands down his well-toned frame.

It all started with their arrival back at Fortemps manor, Edmont and Emmanellain had not yet arrived and Quinn, inebriated to hell and back, felt that her sudden feelings of longing needed to be satiated. Artoirel had no such immunity to her own personal charms, and one thing lead to another. The once-irritable and stoic lord now lay on his bed, shirtless, being straddled by the Warrior of Light.

“What? Do you think your daddy’s gonna hear us?” She muttered with a smirk, her aching hands slowly gliding down his abdomen and towards his belt, “It was just a matter of time, my good ser. He would be proud to know you’ve bedded Eorzea’s savior.”

Artoirel’s lips made a thin line, his hands doing most of the talking as his grip tightened on her hips. Quinn snickered at his response, tapping a finger to his nose. Yet, as she leaned over the world shifted slightly and her vision blurred. Perhaps….it was too much wine. Perhaps, trying to drink away your anxiety was not the best plan of action. Nay, the Warrior of Light, with as little grace as possible, closed her eyes and flopped on the side of his bed. Sound asleep. Artoirel sat up from his daze, looking over the poor thing and gently patting her head,

“I’ll carry you off to your room then. Get some rest, ‘Warrior of Light’.”

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Hi Gee!! 💕💕 Hope you don't mind me dropping in randomly, best-friend-o-mine 💕

What are your headcannons on virgin Levi showing you his dick for the first time? Would he be nervous about it? He's never really shown off that part of himself before, the communal bathrooms don't count. Especially when he's all hard and leaky, that's super embarrassing. Plus he's not as.. endowed as some of the others. Or would he try to play it off cool, despite the tremble lingering in his voice and fingers. He's afraid of disappointing you after all.

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There would definitely be a sense of anxiety underlying everything he does before you get his clothes off. Besides the fact that Levi has never done anything like this, he kisses much more tenderly, even distracted, because of his racing thoughts and his heart pounding in his ears. Pressed to the bed underneath you—underneath anyone—isn't a position Levi can stand finding himself in in every other context, which is why you take it slow.

His breath is already hitched, and there's a tremble to his touch at your waist, as he's not confident in going any lower. Dotting his neck in wet kisses alone makes him just swoon. Just opening his shirt like curtains even gives him a spike of anxiety… so when his pants are gone??

Honestly, his dick has been interested since you first pulled him in an embrace before you even got to the bedroom. But somehow the embarrassment is different when he's stripped down to just his underwear. He gets antsy if you take your time kissing down his body, caressing all his curves, licking little circles around his pink nipples. He's a mess.

It doesn't work to tell Levi to relax a little—caressing his tongue with your own and grinding your palm again his obvious need gets him much looser and pliant underneath you. Even if he's still devoting too much energy in keeping embarrassing sounds to a minimum (in vain). Levi tries to play down nervousness no matter what, but his weak voice holds the lightest tremble when he tells you to hurry up, squirming lightly, tilting his hips up into your palm.

Yes!! He’s never “shown himself off” in this kind of context at all, although he had no shame in the sense of military life. It’s so hard, throbs so thickly, and yet he swallows a moan when it does. His face is on fire.

It might be plainly obvious that he’s aching and ready, but since Levi up to that point has made it a habit to ask for your consent when he does most anything, you ask first. This kind of resignation appears on his face, all fueled by nerves and affection he’s never experienced before. He’s made it a point in his life never to need anyone, including in this way, but he’s ready to now.

But god, his nerves really are raw. He hooks his thumbs in the elastic waistband because if he pauses to think, he’ll work himself up even more. You peel them down the rest of the way.

His chest falls with a small huff in relief when his cock is freed and slaps his pelvis, not just hard but sticky and swollen. It’s obvious what you do to him, how much he needs and craves more of you, and that makes him feel a little ashamed. He hides the lower half of his face under his arm and tries to gauge your reaction.

His own size has never mattered, because he’d never end up in this exact situation, he used to think. He’s not insecure that he can’t satisfy you—just that size usually means a lot to people.

Goddd his pretty cock though. Most of it will fit in your fist, but it’s so fat, and his massive balls are so round and firm. So pretty. And since he’s desperate, the cum that’s welled over his slit is just begging to be licked up.

You’re staring so hard, which he wouldn’t mind if your eyes didn’t drink in the sight of his cock between his thick thighs for so long. Instinctively his legs being to inch closed, snapping you out of your reverie.

“You are so fucking pretty,” you huff, almost like it makes you mad how fucking perfect his body is, because of quirks like his many scars, or the borderline feminine curves to his waist and hips, or his pale bordering on porcelain skin.

Promptly you squeeze his knees to open his legs again. Levi is too busy reeling from that compliment, leaving him to gasp as you scoop up his balls, rubbing too slowly. “I love it. You’re so cute. Can I suck you? Please?”

“W-What the hell. Cute—?” he tries to rasp, but he doesn’t get to finish as your arms encircle his thighs, pinning them apart to make room for your mouth as you go down.

Whatever that means, he had no reason to worry in the first place—obviously. All that’s left is for him to lose his fucking mind under your mouth.

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