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afaramir · 2 months

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I love your posts about Denethor and Faramir. I'm always glad to see someone who loves both him and Faramir and gets that Denethor being this hugely impressive tragic figure makes Faramir so much better and more interesting. The relationship between them is so complex and I love it so much. The film versions make me angry as well.

oh man thank you so much...i find it kinda crazy that you're saying this to me bc im pretty sure i have a bunch of posts from your denethor tag sitting around in my drafts so i can look back at them later. many days i feel very much like an Amateur Denethor Enjoyer but i am thrilled that me just kind of being unhinged on the dash has brought you joy. and get ready bc here i go again LOL

yeah exactly what you said...denethor's tragedy informs and is informed by faramir so so so much and it's just kind of wild to me that on the tragedy enjoyers website so many people refuse to see it. on the second-best enjoyers website...the guilt-and-despair enjoyers website...the "the unimaginable has happened and i AM going to kill people and then myself" enjoyers website...i could go on! he is literally doomed by the narrative and just goes well ok fuck you i WILL die at the end but it will NOT be in the way the narrative wants me to.

it is truly the relationship of all time. faramir does love his father and yet because of the strength of his principles he is genuinely incapable of showing it in a way that denethor can understand. and denethor loves him too but after a certain point just cannot show it anymore because duty has to take precedence. he's not allowed to give faramir any quarter even in private. and YES that includes anything that would resemble a normal emotion. ngl i wouldn't be surprised if that's the only way faramir is like. LETTING him communicate with him. like i feel like the final assault on osgiliath is not the first time faramir's taken the "if you want to get me to do something you ARE going to have to order me to do it" stance. and yet denethor tries. at the end he takes trying to an unhinged level. idk it often feels like even in the general fandom insistance on one-dimensionally dickish denethor there's somehow also a lack of understanding that it IS a toxic expression of love but that doesn't make it not love. like He's Not Winning Dad Of The Year that is not what we're saying at all. we're saying is "it was born of love. it was a terrible thing yet born of love." thats all! that's why it's so tragic because it's all about love!!! augh...

ok i don't typically put quotations from my own writing in like real posts but also ive been thinking about the faramir goes to rivendell au 24/7 and i just. HAVE to pull this line bc it kind of captures exactly how i feel about the denethor-and-faramir mutual Character Honing.

Yet he [Faramir] cannot deny that each of them sharpens himself upon the whetstone of the other, and it is a debt he loathes to owe and yet cannot hope to repay.

i mean.......like are you picking up what im putting down! like! AAA! both in-narrative and out of it they are always ALWAYS making each other better (or worse. but worse in a More Interesting Way) but AT WHAT COST!!! he loves his father he would not be the man he is today without his father both in a good and bad way he HATES that these two things are true. faramir and denethor are not foils they're parallels they build each other's characters up when you put them next to each other!! faramir is who denethor wouldve couldve been without the war!! hey hang on a second is denethor who faramir would've become if he were the lord steward during the war of the ring? (this is a little reductive i think faramir's susceptibility to despair is quite different to his father's. and i wonder how long his gentleness would've prevailed / worked side by side with his duty instead of being diametrically opposed to it. but anyway. well i'll be thinking about THAT for the rest of the night. i cannot start another au i cannot i cannot i cannot). anyway you can't get one of them without getting the other and that is all...

man i always say like oh don't get me started on movie faramir and denethor and then the don't think of an elephant effect GETS me and it gets me started. last night i genuinely said like "well i won't get into it" and then three hours later it was 2am and it was so very clear that i had Gotten Into It. i had to tell our other roommate like "tell me when ur going to bed i am talking about denethor and i will be yelling." my roommate just came home and i told her about this post and then i had to explain a detail and she SET ME A THREE MINUTE TIMER bc she was like i have to go study. and that's fair

anyway i hope you are having a good night/day/whatever time it is for you. thank you for this ask it is always fun to see you pop up in my notifs whenever im denethorposting lol

#from the inbox #bretwalda-lamnguin #i always get so bitchy when im talking about the popular interpretation LOL #i had to like take some deep breaths and remove The Tone from this post. if its still there thats on me #i feel like you get it #Another 800+ Word Denethor Post From Yours Truly. when u become a denethor girl (gnc) there is truly no going back...#denethorposting

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bunplushyy · 2 months

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One of those days

Parings: Step-mom!Wanda x fem!reader

warnings: none just fluff and wholesomeness :))

a/n: I felt sad and wanted to write something to take my mind off things, so I decided to write something short. I did not proofread this nor felt like editing it so if there are mistakes I'm so sorry, i wanted to post this for the people who also have bad days maybe this can help, I dunno lol. anyways back to girl rotting and what not, enjoy!! :D

Word count: 1.1k

“Malysh, I’m home!..” Wanda sat her bags down on the couch frowning, usually once she comes home you're running to her with open arms. Since your dad was on a business trip it left you with her. It’s been a couple of days and university had been kicking your ass.

mentally you weren't feeling the best, and it had been eating you away until today after class it broke you.

“Baby.. where are you?” She walked upstairs to your bedroom, only to find you curled up in the bed with the covers over your head.

“oh!! hi darling!!” her usual smile appeared on her face before uncovering your head, finding you teary-eyed and sniffling. “Angel…angel what’s wrong?” your cries started to get louder as she sat you up pulling you in her lap.

“hey.. hey look at me.” She turned your head to face hers wiping away the tears from your face. “talk to me Lyubov..tell Mommy what’s wrong.”

you started to speak but you just broke down in her arms, she let out a sigh and put her chin on your head rubbing your back to help you with your breathing.

“oh, it’s one of those days isn’t it?” you nodded into her chest.

“aww baby…don’t worry, mommy’s here and I have all the time in the world to be with you..”

She shifted on the bed to make you both comfortable rocking you both as you started to calm down a little bit.

“i-i’m sorry... I just-“ you started but she shushed you, running her hands through your hair. “You have nothing to be sorry about printsessa, let mommy take care of you.”

She pulled you into a tight hug, “I know you don’t wanna talk when you’re in this state, But I don’t need you to say anything I just need you to listen to me, honey?” You nodded playing with her fingers.

“It’s all right, baby, It's ok to have these days...Even the people who seem to be the happiest, strongest, perfect individuals on Earth, go through tough days… It happens to me too, baby. Remember?” she started to smile again.

“Remember that even Mommy sometimes is in a bad mood and doesn’t feel good.”

“yea..” you sniffed

“Yeah? And what do you do to help me when I’m in a bad mood?”

“I try to make you feel better..” she nodded before pulling you back into her chest.

“That’s right! but right now, it’s time to make my baby feel better and I know exactly what to do about it,” she spoke in a matter-of-fact tone that made you giggle a little.

“you do?”

“Yes, Of course, I do silly! first off I think my baby deserves some mommy kisses..” She started to kiss you all over your face before she landed on your lips.

your giggles filled the room, as she kissed all over your face and neck, before stopping and moving your hair out your face moving your so that you would face her.

“There’s that beautiful face I know and love, now mommy needs to tell you something important..” your smile quickly turned back into a frown. your anxieties started to show its face again as you removed your hand from hers but she quickly held it again rubbing the back of it to reassure you you were fine.

“Are you ready to hear it?”

you slowly nodded as she took a deep breath and smiled, “I love you.”

she took a hold of your face and looked into your eyes wiping your forming tears.

“I love you very very much angel.” your tears started to fall again your hands pressed up to your face as she pulled you right back into her.

“Aww, malysh,” she rubbed your back.

“shhh it’s ok, mommy’s got you... I didn’t mean to make you cry again but you needed to hear it. I love you so much, you mean the world to me..” she sighed.

“I know you have many responsibilities, and with everything that is going on sometimes you feel overwhelmed but I’m here for you, printsessa. I’m here to help you recharge, on the days you feel drained like today, and I’m here for you on the days you have everything under control and your energy matches the one of a little bunny because you're always my little energetic bunny..” she giggled.

“But still, I’m here for you, sweetheart always and I’m so grateful to be able to do that, cause you know I wouldn't stand to see my bunny like this and not do something about it, right?” you lifted your head and nodded at her before putting your head back on her chest.

“Yes, that’s because you’re important to me, honey. You’re my good girl, My precious baby girl, I will always be here when you need me I promise you.”

“I love you mama..” you mumbled into her chest and she laughed before kissing the top of your head.

She froze for a moment letting the word ‘mama’ ring through her head, out of all the years she’s been with your dad you’d never call her that. It stuck something in her something so… soft and endearing which filled her with so much love.

“I love you too, honey.” she pulled you up to face her again. “Are you feeling a little bit better now darling?”

“yeah, a little bit..”

“Good. But I’m not done cuddling and spoiling you tonight, I think my baby deserves to have a nice dinner.”

“I don’t need-“

“No no, honey you need to eat. How about I make your favorite food and you're going to be a good girl for me and eat it. I’m thinking my famous Chicken paprikash how does that sound?” you excitedly nodded Wanda made this dish a lot when she first moved in with you and your dad, and it soon became a meal you loved for her to make.

“I’ll also let you choose what movies we can watch tonight.. but for right now, we can just cuddle a little bit more.” She held out her arms, you melting right back into them listening to her heart beating and the breaths she took as she started to hum softly as she slowly rocked you.

“Don’t worry, baby…everything will be all right. You'll be fine, Mommy’s here, and I’ve got you. You’re safe with me, sweetheart, There’s nothing that can hurt you, I will not allow anything to hurt you, not while you’re safe and secure in Mommy’s arms. I will take care of you, always my sweet, precious, beautiful baby girl.”

#luna's fics⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda fic #step-mom!wanda #marvel #mcu #wanda maximoff x female reader #marvel fanfiction

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smninthisworldd · 1 year

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Injury ; König x fem!reader ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

so, my books on wattpad got deleted. apparently, someone reported me. i’m trying to post all the stories here and on ao3, but it’ll take a bit of time. please be patient and bare with me. 🙏

PAIRINGS AND WARNINGS: König x fem!reader, fluff, falling in love, smut, oral sex, p in v, soft sex, gentle sex, friends into lovers, kisses, teasing.

CHAPTER: 1/2 ; NEXT CHAPTER

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It was all a blur.

One minute I was shooting and killing our enemies, then I got shot and fell to the ground, unable to walk. I couldn't feel my left thigh anymore, and when I looked down at it, blood was spilling out of my wound.

I panicked, and tried to crawl away from more gunfire. I entered a building, making sure no one saw me, and crawled behind a high half wall. As soon as I was safe, I pressed my back against the wall and removed some layers off of me. I ripped the black shirt i was wearing underneath my bulletproof vest and used the fabric to press to my thigh, stopping blood circulation.

It hurt like hell, especially because the bullet was still trapped deep inside my thigh. A tear fell from my eye and down to my cheek, as I looked at my hands, covered in blood just like my gear and the floor.

«Fuck...» I groaned in pain, hitting my head to the wall.

«Blade!» König shouted through the comms, that was my code name. «Where are you?» I could hear his thick German accent, which I was really thankful for. My vision was starting to blur, but at least I had an excellent hearing.

«I... got shot...» I stuttered. «I can't walk, I'm in the.. third building to the left.»

«Scheiße (shit)! Hold on, I'm coming!» he said. «Stay with me, it's nothin'! You got this!»

«I'm soaked in blood... I need...» I let out a heavy breath, my voice cracking and my hands shaking. «Take me back... to the base...»

«Stay with me, Blade, please!» he shouted as he probably noticed my voice lowering its tone, as I also closed my eyes.

I wasn't replying, but heard heavy footsteps entering the building. I hoped it was König, but still, you never know. I quickly grabbed my gun and held it ahead of me, still shaky as hell. A tall figure appeared in front of me, and I did not realize it was actually him at first. My vision was blurry, my eyes filled with tears.

«It's me, Blade! Don't worry, I got you!» König kneeled before me and I let go of the gun, closing my eyes again.

He gently touched my thigh and I whimpered, as it hurt like hell.

«I'm sorry» he apologized. «Let me see, please.»

Though it felt horrible, König had to press on my wound in order to search for the bullet. «We must take it out now, before it... scheiße... before it gets worse!» His english wasn't collaborating, he was nervous. Bless him, he was so anxious.

He suffered from it when he was younger, he'd told me about it. Me an König had such a good friendship, actually. He found confort in me, whenever he was nervous or anxious about something. He would always come to me and talk to me, and I would listen to him for hours. He had just so much to say, and nobody was really ever there to listen, before me.

«I'm really sorry, Blade, but I need to... take these off.» he said, referring to my pants. «I have to take that verfickte (fucking) bullet out of there! I can't...» he stuttered. His voice was trembling and his hands were shaking on my thigh. I looked into his eyes and softly placed one of my hands on top of his.

«It's okay, König...» I whispered. «Just take it out so we can... kill these motherfuckers.»

«Is it okay if... I have to...» he mumbled.

«Just fucking do it already!» I shouted at him. I have never yelled at him before, and I felt kind of bad, especially knowing he was really sensitive under that intimidating and scary facade.

Without a word, he cut the improvised bandage made with my shirt and finally unbuttoned my pants gently taking them off. I saw him not moving for a moment, he just stared at my bare thighs before pulling out of his vest a mini first aid kit. He swallowed hard and opened it, grabbing some tweezers and a disinfectant solution. He sighed and proceeded to slowly dig into my thigh, causing my eyes to close shut and my spine to shiver.

I was losing a huge amount of blood, and König tried to be as gentle as possible with me. He wasn't talking anymore, and I realized it was probably because I scolded him.

«Fuck!» I cried out as he pinched my sensitive skin with the tweezers, without doing it on purpose. His hands were shaking and his breathing was heavy, he didn't dare to look at me.

He was focused on my wound and searched for the damn bullet. I continued to cry out in fucking pain, I couldn't stay still because of the pressure he was putting on me. I writhed under his hands, my hands lifting myself from the floor and my back arching as my head hit the wall again.

He aggressively pushed my hips on the floor with his knee, making me feel trapped under his enormous mass. I looked up to him but he didn't, still trying his best to reach the cause to my pain.

And finally, he caught it. He held it with the tweezers and sighed in relief before putting it aside.

He disinfected my injury, but it burned like hell and I couldn't help but scream in pain. He quickly cupped my mouth with his hand and finally looked into my eyes. Mine filled with tears as I kept groaning on his hand. «Quiet!» he scolded me, this time, with his raspy and aggressive tone. His grasp squeezed my cheeks a little as he continued to pour the disinfectant on my leg.

I grabbed on his forearm tightly, raising my hand on his bicep. I was crying and my breathing was irregular under the grip of his hand covering my mouth. I lifted my healthy leg creating myself a bit of support, placing my arms on my knee, but as soon as I did and my legs were a bit more open, I noticed König's eyes peered between them.

He quickly moved his gaze away and removed his hand from my face, squeezing his eyes while exhaling loudly. He then grabbed a sterile gauze and wrapped it tight around my thigh. He pulled on it two times and looked into my eyes. «Is this tight enough? Is it good?» he asked in a whisper.

I nodded and he cut off the excess. We both exhaled, relieved. I rushed into his arms for a hug. I placed my arms around the back of his neck and held him tightly. I really needed it. «Thank you.» I whispered in his ear. I felt his hands on my ribcage, gently moving towards my waist, a bit unsure. He then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.

A few moments later, he whispered: «Let's get revenge on these arschlöcher (assholes).»

…

I heard a knock at my door and when I looked towards it, König was standing there. «Can I?» he asked.

«Of course, come in.» I welcomed him into my room. He got rid of his gear and wore just his black shirt and cargos. I, on the other hand, was wearing just one of his oversized t-shirts, which he gave to me as soon as we arrived to the base. His scent was on it, and I kept smelling it.

«How are you feeling?» he sat on the bed and gently caressed my knee.

«A lot better, thanks to you, and the doctor.» He took me to the hospital before heading back to our base and the doctors stitched up my wound with six stitches.

I smiled at him as he looked straight into my eyes. I still had an apology to do.

«Konig» I positioned my hand on top of his, caressing it, «I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you earlier.»

He sighed and replied: «Don't worry about it. I know you were panicking in that moment, I understand.»

I smiled at him again and gently asked him a favor. «Could you close the door?»

He nodded and stood up to do so. When he returned to me, I gestured for him to join me in my bed, as we usually did. He lay down next to me and 1 cuddled up to his chest, leaning my head on it. He stroke my hair and pulled me closer, letting out a deep breath. My hand caressed his abdomen and draw small circles on him through his shirt.

It had been a while now that I was starting to realize that my feelings for him went beyond a simple friendship. I opened up about myself and he did the same, I knew him better that anyone else. I knew what a sweetheart he really was, how caring and loving he could be. I exhaled and I decided it was time for me to be truthful.

«König...» I lifted my head up on his chest to look at him. I was very shy around him, though he was the shy one, in reality.

He let out a soft «Mhm?» and looked at me, waiting for me to talk.

«I, uhh...» I mumbled. Fuck it. «I like you. I really do.»

He swallowed loudly and I felt his heart beating faster. He looked away and I thought to myself I fucked everything up'

His gaze returned to my eyes and he softly caressed my cheeks with both of his shaky hands. I lifted myself as best as I could and kept my eyes on his as I pulled his hood up, revealing his lips.

I stroke his sharp and defined jawline feeling the subtle beard on the lower half of his face. I then caressed his bottom lip with my thumb and he did the same with mine. Both of us were shaky as fuck.

«I like you too, y/n.» he said in a whisper that I barely heard. But I sure did. His lips created a smile that infected me, causing my lips to do the same.

His gaze fell to my smile and he finally pulled my face closer to his, kissing me.

He kissed me.

I couldn't believe it.

It all felt like a dream, a beautiful one. His soft and warm lips pressed against mine, his big hands still caressing my cheeks and my neck... goosebumps started running throughout my body. I instantly closed my eyes as our lips connected, and drowned in that heavenly kiss.

One of his hands soon moved down to my spine, wrapping around my body as our kiss intensified.

He tilted his head and grabbed on the back of my neck, causing my head to tilt, too. I leaned over him, and placed one of my hands on the pillow below him, the other one still stroking his neck and jawline.

Our tongues began touching, shy at first... and all of a sudden he started to slowly give me the most passionate kiss in my entire life. Out of all people I've ever kisses, no one was like König. No one compared to him.

Konig raised himself from the pillow he was laying on and towered me with his size, continuing to passionately kiss me as his tongue dominated mine. His hand still firm around the back of my neck, while the other one was gently grabbing and squeezing my waist.

I placed my arms on his shoulders and caressed his head through the hood, pulling him closer. Our kiss continued and, oh. My. God. I didn't expect that from him.

König began lowering his hand down my side, and gently grabbed on my healthy and naked thigh. I was wearing his shirt, but I couldn't wear any pants or shorts since my wound was still too fresh to be compressed.

He squeezed the soft skin of my leg and then he got up, pushing me to lay down on the bed. He lifted my thigh on his hip as he was now on top of me, his tongue still fighting against mine. He was so careful not to hurt my injured leg, which he didn't.

I pulled him closer, gluing his body to mine. I could feel his weight on me, but he made sure he didn't crush me. As my legs were quite spread under his body, his hips pushed towards my crotch, and I felt his... hardness pressing on me through the pants.

My face was burning hot, I was a hundred percent sure I was blushing like an idiot. My heart raced as his hand slid throughout my thigh and gently reached my - well, his - shirt, lifting it a little.

But then, he stopped. He lifted his head and pulled away from our kiss, leaving a trail of our saliva still connect us. I tried to reach for his lips again, but he gently pushed me back.

«Y/n... I don't know if...» he began, but his words soon failed him. «This is... We shouldn't...»

He started to move away, but I pulled him towards me and kissed him. He didn't stop nor backed away from it, so I guess he wanted it, too. This time, our kiss was much more aggressive, almost ravenous, as if neither of us wanted to leave the other's face.

He bought his hand back to my thigh, squeezing it harder than before, and forcefully pulling me towards him.

Konig placed his other hand back to the side of my neck, sending shivers all over my body. I felt his knee press in between my legs, which caused me a soft moan into his mouth. I didn't realize I moaned until his grasp tightened around my leg.

I pulled away from his face for a moment and looked into his eyes as he tried to reach back for my lips, this time. «You said we shouldn't, yet you're not leaving me.» I whispered.

«Fuck, I can't.» he breathed. «You have no idea what you're doing to me, schätzchen.»

I loved when he gave me German nicknames, he often did.

He kissed me back and caressed my thigh, lifting my shirt again. This time, he finally took it off and admired my almost naked body, taking a deep breath. His lips were glossy and red, also a bit swollen, and I could see his cheeks turn reddish, too. His eyes glared throughout my body, still covered by my underwear.

Konig shook his head and placed his hands on his eyes, sliding them on top of his head right after.

His anxiety was eating him alive, I could tell he was nervous. I lifted myself and gently sat on the bed, looking up to him. I caressed his waist and hips trying to reassure him, but that probably didn't help; instead, it made him even more nervous... and hard.

His pants were tight around the shape of his now rock-hard member. I thought I could make him relax a bit... but he just grabbed my wrists and threw me back down on the bed.

He pushed himself against my entrance, through the pants, causing me to groan softly. He began kissing my neck and that made me weak. At that point, I let him do whatever he wanted with me.

I grabbed on the back of his neck, digging my fingers inside his hood and feeling his hair. I gently stroke him under the mask, as he lowered his warm lips down my collarbone. My back arched towards him and he squeezed my waist, pulling my crotch closer to his.

I bit my bottom lip and moaned again as his lips were exploring my chest. His hand lifted from my waist straight to my back and he unbuttoned my bra, throwing it away. He seemed mesmerized by my naked breasts and took a moment to stare at them before feeling, touching and kissing them. I felt him sucking on my skin, leaving his marks all over me.

His wet tongue traced a path from my breasts across my abdomen to my lower belly. He reached the seam of my panties and looked up into my eyes.

«May I?» he searched for my consent.

«Yes...» I whispered, lifting my hips towards him. «Please, König...» I got a little too excited.

Hearing me beg for him probably only turned him on even more. And it also turned me on.

He let out a heavy breath, hooking his thumb into the side of my already wet panties and pulling them to the side to expose my soaked cunt to his eyes.

Using his index and middle finger, he parted my lips and began exploring me. I was a fucking mess already, wriggling and arching my back over nothing, and he seemed to enjoy it.

As his fingers were still keeping my lips spread, he stuck his tongue out and slid it on my clit. I flinched and moaned softly at the feeling of his warm tongue on me, but König soon gripped on my good leg to keep me still. He continued to stimulate me licking my cunt up and down, as his tongue collected my juices. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth to let the taste of me sit on it.

My eyes were glossy and felt heavy as I tried to look at him. He glared at me but soon returned to my intimacy after whispering a soft «Köstlich (delicious.»

He created circular motions on my clit that felt extremely good, I threw my head back unable to keep it on him. I arched my back and grasped tightly on the sheets, whimpering and squirming under his touch and stimulation. His hard tongue inflicted torture on me, but soon his mouth completely enveloped my clit, sucking and pulling on it.

How on earth was he so good at it?

I knew I wasn't going to last, I was too sensitive after a very long time not having this kind of treatment to please me. All I could do was moan loudly and let my body release my cum right into his mouth. He didn't even notice it, instead continued to give me pleasure despite my body starting to relax.

König was hungrily eating me out, and he seemed to be far from done. My inner thighs felt soaked around the lower half of his face, as he spread my legs a little more, carefully making sure my injured left thigh was okay. My dizzy mind, though, couldn't feel anything else apart from the extreme bliss König was causing me.

He removed his mouth for a moment and slid his middle finger inside of my hole, unsure of how to move. When I sensed his slight unease, I grabbed on his wrist and moved his hand in and out of me, soon leaving it to him. His finger started to search deep inside of me, stimulating my g-spot, that caused me to moan heavily.

König was a fast learner.

He was soon confident enough and added his ring finger, pushing both deeper. My legs were shaking at the overstimulation König was procuring me. My vision started to blur, my hands were grasping the sheets hysterically and my whimpers were getting louder and louder as his tongue returned to my clit.

I was going crazy, high of him. My heartbeat was pulsing in my throat, I've never felt like that. His head pressed between my trembling thighs, his tongue swirling around my most sensitive spot and his fingers digging deep inside my pussy.

His other hand was wrapped tight around my good leg, his nails began poking into my soft skin. I could already see the marks he left all over my body, starting from my neck and lowering to my legs. I wasn't able to speak clearly, just whimpers and pleasured groans coming out of my mouth.

König's fingers soon came out of me, drenched of my thick cum, and moved all the way up to my sore clit. He lifted my hips a little, placing his hand below my lower back and continuing to please me.

But I couldn't resist more.

«König...» I muttered, not able to finish my sentence. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to release everything I was holding inside of me. And so it was the second time König made me cum, with a loud orgasm. He collected my cum with his fingers and licked the rest of it from my cunt, swallowing it. He licked his fingers and when I looked at him, a trail of my sticky cum was connecting his two fingers and his lips. He then cleaned everything with his tongue.

Fuck.

Wow. Just, wow. I was breathless, my arms high above my head, my legs now closed and the sheets below me soaked in my wetness. Jesus Christ.

König approached me and gently caressed my waist, while kissing my neck. I knew he wanted more, and I did too, but... damn. I needed a moment to stabilize myself.

«How are you feeling, geliebte (sweetheart)?» he whispered. «Did I do a good job?» He dared to ask.

Catching my breath, I looked into his eyes and caressed his cheek. «I feel absolutely fantastic, König... you did fucking... perfect.»

He loved to hear that. I knew he needed reassurance and words of affirmation, so I praised him. He kissed my cheek and got back to my neck.

God, this man's stamina was by no means over yet.

I felt he could go on and on for hours, and we both really needed it. I could take him, I wanted to, I needed to. I desperately needed him to do the nastiest things to me, with me.

Konig began kissing my neck again, slightly biting on my skin, causing me to shiver and whimper softly. But I lifted myself up and pushed him away from my neck. I looked up into his eyes and as he walked away, I dragged him closer, pulling him by the waistband of his pants.

I felt his evident erection under my fingers, and I finally unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down. This was going to be a long night...

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

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dreamywriter143 · 1 year

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My Dearly Detested

Status: Prologue (7 part Mini-Series, 0/7)

Genre: Enemies to Lover troupe, Angst, Rude Neteyam, Comforting Lo’ak, some fluff, Romance, violence.

Warnings: Depictions of blood, Battles and cursing. Rude Neteyam😭. Reader is older then Neteyam by 1year.

Parings: Neteyam X Y/n (Reader)

Summary: Neteyam hates Y/n. He never liked how she always bested him in everything and never once sought the praises he was accustomed to. She had no one, yet she had everyone in the palm of her hand. He despised her, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. The but happens when the RDA threat comes and Jake tasks her with watching his sons? Neteyam can’t help but grow a newfound hatred.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I know I said I would post this after I finished ‘Precious Tsyeym’ pt1 and pt2, but I just couldn’t wait!! So I opted to post the prologue in the meantime. Enjoy!!

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“Where are you!??!” Y/n calls, desperately trying to track her way through the foliage around her. Her steps are rushed and hasty as she tries to make her way to the clearing. Her heart rate quickens at the thoughts flashing through her head.

Where was he? Why did he disappear? Was he injured? Is he safe?

Feeling her steps falter she takes a deep breath in. She had to find him, she had to make sure he was ok. A boost of determination causing her to steps to speed up as the leaves and twigs beneath her feet snap at the force she ran with.

Just as she makes it to the clearing a large stick smacks her on the head, with great amount of force causing her to stumble backwards. Her hand reaches up to rub the wounded area, feeling the sting of the hit. Groaning in pain she glares at the perpetrator who smirks upon eye contact. He griped the stick tightly, standing above her at the staggering height difference.

“You have to be quieter Y/n! You gave away your position and you were running around like a baby Talioang. Just because you are in a hurry, doesn’t mean you can forget all your training.” Tarsem teases, his tone playful yet it still had an edge. He was her teacher after all.

Y/n huffs out, shrugging her shoulders in defeat. “I kinda panicked! You vanished. I thought you left me, or worse. Got hurt!” She argues, her lower lip jutting out at the thought of Tarsem hurt. He was like a brother to her. She wouldn’t know what to do if he got hurt.

Her eyes furrow in fear as Tarsem tosses the stick away, taking a step towards her. His eyes softened at her words but the smirk has yet to leave his face. He ruffles his hand through her locks, effectively removing some leaves that was struck in between them.

“I’m a great warrior Y/n. You gotta have more faith in your teacher. One day, I’ll be the Ole’tekayan’s right hand man! You’ll see” He beams at the thought, causing a smile to twitch at Y/n’s lips. Y/n knew of his dream, and she believed it would come true one day.

Despite being 16 years old, Tarsem was a a force to be reckoned with. His skills separated him from all the other children in his age group, rivalling some adults even. He was allowed on hunts and raids due to all his accomplishments. Not only was he a great hunter, but also a great teacher. He had many students who worshiped him. He had also already gotten many blessings from his elders, Jake Sully included.

They nicknamed him ‘Tarsem the wise’. He was calm, collected, and ruthless when need be. He was wise for his age, which the Na’vi were proud of.

Y/n’s eyes gloss over with admiration at the boy, the boy who was a man now. The very same boy who took her in under his wing to train, to become strong like him. She was grateful.

Losing her parents to the Great War , Y/n had been raised by Tarsem’s parents. Their families were really close, and when Y/n’s parents bravery cost them their life they in-trusted their only daughter to Tarsem’s parents. Granted they did a great job raising her, but so did the clan.

The Omatikaya banded together to collectively raise her, she learned how to weave from Naya’il, she learned how to mount a Pa'li by Ma’luk and she also received Tsahik trainings from Mo’at herself. Who was very fond of Y/n’s mother. The girl was raised with love and affection in many manners, that’s why she felt so compelled to become as strong as possible. To protect her people, her clan.

All that was remanning was being a warrior, which she always wanted to be, ever since she had bagan watching Tarsem show great promise. She wanted to become like him, be strong and noble on her own so the aching hole in her heart can be mended once she is truly happy. Truly gaining her spot amongst her people.

She felt as though if she achieved the most, she could feel closer to her deceased parents. Her father was a great warrior, known for his strength and bravery. And her mother was a great healer, Mo'at's student who had been just as great. She grew up hearing their praises, which only motivated the girl to make her parents proud. Thus gaining the love and fondness from within the clan.

Even Jake and Neytiri were fond of her, though busy with Olo'eyktan duties and taking care of their children, they always included Y/n for training and even dinners. That being said, Y/n was a very friendly child growing up. Everyone was her friend, everyone ended up becoming her friend. She had this calming air around her, letting those near her feel at ease. She was very close to Kiri, and loved Lo’ak thinking of him as her baby brother though he was only 2 years younger. Then there is-

“Tarsem?” A voice calls, stepping into the clearing. His expression of question quickly turned to that of distaste once his yellow hues handed on Y/n. Scrunching his nose in mild disgust. His eyes trail from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. He snorts in annoyance at the leaves that were caught within her locks and the mud splattered all over her body.

He averts his eyes quickly with a prominent scowl. As if the mere sight of her caused his entire mood to sour. He looks up at Tarsem, who was waiting patiently for his next words.

“I was looking for you. I didn’t know you were….busy” he says carefully, rolling his eyes slightly. Y/n looks down at the mud between her toes. Shuffling from foot to foot uncomfortably. She didn’t know what she had done, but the eldest sons distaste for her was very obvious. It was as if he never tried hiding it. And she didn’t know why.

“I’m sorry Neteyam. I was training Y/n. Did you need me for something?” Tarsem replies casually, not noticing the underlying tension in the air. Neteyam huffs disapprovingly. He glares at Y/n, a sneer almost breaking through.

“Why are you training her? She cannot even wield a bow” he points out causing Y/n to flinch. She looks up, her eyes meeting those of pure hate. She swallows nervously. She wanted to respond back, but something about Neteyam’s eyes and the stiffness in his posture caused her mouth to clamp shut.

Tarsem’s tail twitches at his tone but he chooses to hold his tongue. He was speaking to the figure Olo'eyktan. The very leader he hoped to one day gain the respect of. Neteyam was already doing great at 9 years old. Being able to wield a bow and his precision being out of this world. He seemed to have inherited his mothers archery skills. He was already starting off so strong, who knew what he would accomplish as he grew up to become a man.

“Well, Y/n is my student. I’m obligated to train her. You didn’t state why you are here? Alone.” Taresem takes a step forward standing in front of a shocked Y/n. Squeaking at the sudden movement she keeps her head low. Not bothering to see how the eldest son of Toruk Makto would react.

“I was hoping to train with you. Father wishes for me to polish off my skills. I don’t see why you are busy with her when you could be with me. I’d give you far less trouble” Neteyam says calmly. Tarsem nods in understanding. He didn’t want to argue. If Neteyam wanted to practice with him he’d do so in a heartbeat.

Tarsem looks over his shoulder at Y/n who realizes her session with Tarsem had ended before it even started. Her eyes wide with sadness as she awaits his final orders. She couldn’t help but jut her lower lip out in a pout, her ears laying flat against her head.

“I’ll stay back with Neteyam. Please get home safely Y/n. I promise to make this class up to you” he says softly. Y/n nods mechanically. She doesn’t spare Neteyam a glance before she sprints away from the clearing.

Her eyes stung with embarrassment and anger. Who was he to talk about her like that? Regard her in such a way? What has she ever done to him? She was older, why didn’t he respect her? And why did he ruin her training session, the session she’s been looking forward to all week.

Angrily wiping her tears away Y/n marches her way home. The only home she knew of, Tarsem’s families hut. As she disappears she couldn’t help but feel the burning sensation of someones eyes on her.

She knew it was Neteyam. It was always Neteyam, always glaring at her as if her presence was of that of a pest. Y/n's eyes squint with determination. She didn’t care when, she didn’t care how long it would take. She vowed to become the best warrior possible, for her people. To honor her parents. For her family that raised her. And so Neteyam could maybe one day learn to respect her.

As a warrior of the Omaticaya.

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A/N: HIIII!!! I hope you guys enjoyed the prologue of ‘My Dearly Detested’. It’s going to be a 7-part Mini Series, where each part will be roughly 1-3k words each. I also have some information that you guys should know for the next chapter:

There is a 10 year time-skip from the Prologue to Part One

The ages will be: Y/n (20) is 1year older then Neteyam (19) and 2years older then Lo’ak (18). Kiri is also (18) and Tuk is (10). Tarsem (26) has a 6year age gap with Y/n.

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httpskuzuu · 7 months

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Softer

hola :D fyodor is alive - fyodor esta vivo I was thinking about making a masterlist or something like that, I don't know if when I upload this I will have it published or how I will do it

anyway, I really liked this and enjoyed writing it, it's longer than I usually post but Idk, by the way, I hated translating this, it was a pain in the ass, but that's what I get for joining a mostly English community ññññññññññññ-- well, this is mostly inspired by Sinner by TheBloodySadist, you can find it in Ao3 if you want to read it, I had an obsession with it a few months xd

jaja this has gone on too long, well, adiós adiós :p

Yandere!Fyodor x Reader

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes

sumary: You tried to escape and now you have to take the consequences, but you make something change in Fyodor... (juju, mistery >:p) Pt.2

tw: yandere behavior, kidnapping, failed escape attempt, explicit punishment, explicit violence, blood, broken bones, humiliation¿, manipulation, brainwashing, stockholm syndrome, reader needs therapy, stabbing, nudity, sedative, Fyodor is a fucking tw

You tremble under the weight of the boot on your ribs, you swear that at some point you hear them cracking along with an agonizing pain throughout your body.

The pressure on your body makes it impossible for you to breathe properly, which is a serious problem considering you are hyperventilating. Every breath burns your exhausted lungs and aggravates the pain.

You'd ask Fyodor to kill you already if it weren't for the fact that your throat is in a terrible condition from so much screaming and pleading.

"Well, I see I can't trust you, can I?" Despite the situation, Fyodor's tone provokes you inner anger, sounding so sarcastic. Something deep inside you tells you it's not sarcasm, it's concern, but you can't believe it, especially not coming from Fyodor.

You imagine that, if you had the strength at this moment, you would kill him with your own hands. You know well you wouldn't be able to, but it's pleasant to think about it.

"I do everything for you, and still you try to escape." He puts more pressure against your ribs and you've never felt as much pain as you do now. "You spoiled brat." He growls and his Russian accent becomes much thicker.

He removes his foot from your body and you can breathe. Relief courses through your veins and, out of pure instinct, you thank him for that act of kindness. He could have stretched it out longer, put more pressure on you and broken your ribs more, but he was merciful and gave you a break…. A break, you know that your punishment is not yet over.

You don't know yourself and your thoughts. One thing you have to hand it to Fyodor is that his training is really effective, but you're tougher than that, or at least you like to think so. Realistically, right now, you just want to curl up against him.

A kick in the side snaps you out of your thoughts, you moan and cry from the pain, your throat burning with fire. You never want to utter a sound again in your life after this.

"Aw, you poor thing… Does it hurt? Now you know how I feel every time you leave me." He's lying, you know that, but that doesn't take away the guilt that settles in your head free-form.

You shouldn't have run away, Fyodor isn't even that bad if you behaved: no gratuitous physical harm and he takes better care of you than you could ask of a kidnapper. You were an idiot, you deserved all this for not appreciating your life with Fyodor properly. God… Why did you try to escape in the first place? The Russian would always would catch you, you were just causing trouble.

Ignoring your destroyed throat, you decide to speak. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't try to escape again. Please give me another chance, I'll be good…"

Fyodor kneels down next to your agonized body. He puts his hand against your tear-stained cheek, at first you flinch, thinking he was going to hurt you more, but then you lean almost automatically against his cold hand.

You cry harder as you feel Fyodor's gentle touch, you don't quite understand what's wrong with you, you just know that you want to melt against his hand. You close your eyes and tremble. You want a hug from him, you know you shouldn't want that, that it's disgusting, he kidnapped you and hurt you, but at a time like this, when you've been disobedient, he's still showing you affection….

"Shh, it's okay, милый." He catches the falling tears with his thumb. "I know you're sorry, but your punishment isn't over yet." You automatically tense up and slowly open your eyes to look at the man in front of you, there is a smirk of superiority painted on his face, observing your pathetic appearance.

You don't dare open your mouth to complain because deep down you know very well that you deserve it, you deserve the pain for being so bratty and causing inconvenience to Fyodor. You accept what lies ahead of you and let Fyodor pull his hand away from you.

With his grip firmly on your hip, he guides you to turn around. You keep the cheek that was previously receiving the loving touch against the ground a thousand times colder than Fyodor.

You concentrate exclusively on the Russian's hands, it's just an idiotic attempt to ignore the pain all over your body. He pulls up your shirt, leaving your back bare against the cold, why is everything so cold all of a sudden? Fyodor is too, in a way he brings you peace of mind, it's like he's everywhere, even in the air…. What the hell are you thinking? You firmly believe you're delusional at this point, these are not your real thoughts, it's clear to you, he put all these idiotic ideas in your head and now you can't get them out. It's agonizing in a certain way.

The only thing you hear is your irregular breathing, if it wasn't for Fyodor's hand clamped on your hip, you would think you were alone right now, and you don't know if you would like that more or less.

Something sharpening presses against your upper back. Everything breaks down in a moment as Fyodor makes a straight cut across your entire back. It hurts horrendously, especially as the blood starts to spurt out. You start to feel dizzy and for a few moments you convince yourself you're going to pass out, but no, your body is still holding on, focused solely on Fyodor's hand.

"Breathe, моя любовь. It's just a cut." You repeat Fyodor's last sentence in your head like a mantra: it's just a cut, it's just a cut. He could have done it much worse to you, you were fine, just a cut.

You take comfort in closing your eyes hard and imagining that you are once again a child at the doctor's office, that you are simply having blood drawn for a blood test because you have not been feeling very well lately. You make a fist with your hand and clench it, digging your fingernails deep into your palm, it's as if you are clutching the hand of one of your parents for comfort. There is no more pain, it's okay, it's all right-

Another cut, this time horizontal, creates a cross on your back. You don't care, you're at the hospital, and you're safe, nothing will happen to you. It's just a cut.

Fyodor stabs the weapon into your side. You open your eyes wide as a torn scream comes out of your mouth.

Fuck it all, do you really deserve this? Have you been so horrible? You assume that Fyodor simply hates you, that he wants to torture you.

Fyodor pulls the weapon out of your body, you look out of the corner of your eye and the wound doesn't seem to be that bad, you thought it was deeper because of the pain, but no, it was something apparently superficial. You didn't want to know how much it would hurt if he had really stabbed you deeper.

Fyodor's voice right next to your ear startles you. "Sorry, was that too much? Did I hurt my little one too much?" That mocking tone again, but you hear a hint of love and concern, or so you assume. No, it's impossible for Fyodor to hate you, if he hated you there wasn't that hint of love, was there? If he hated you, he wouldn't say to you like that: my little one, his little one.

"I can't take it anymore! Please, Fyodor!" He leaves a chaste kiss on the back of your neck, and you cry disconsolately, you don't know why, but you do know it's not because of the pain, the pain doesn't matter anymore.

"You can." Fyodor's voice is the ultimate authority right now, and if he says you can take it, it's because you can. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you?"

After those words you instantly panic, you desperately shake your head, of course you don't want to disappoint him! You have to accept your punishment, it was your fault in the first place.

"Brace yourself, dear." Fyodor leaves a trail of kisses from the nape of your neck all the way down your back, above the vertical cut. You assume he's filled his lips with blood and hate yourself at the thought of how attractive he'd look like that.

A new cut interrupts your hatred. You scream, but nothing more, you can take it, for Fyodor….

It's just one cut.

You don't know how many cuts there are next, you are not able to count them. You don't feel your throat anymore, but miraculously it still works, your screams are still coming out of it, you are relieved because you still want to keep your voice to talk to Fyodor, to ask him to hold you.

Fyodor removes your shirt completely and lays it aside on the floor. He holds you firmly and helps you sit up, any movement is hell for your ribs, but you endure it by concentrating on your kidnapper, on his loving but steadfast touch.

You look at him dizzy, teary-eyed and shattered. He is smiling, you have not disappointed him. Your head hurts as you cry disconsolately against his chest again.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying now? Your punishment is over, I won't hurt you anymore."

"You…" You're unable to speak, it's too much at once, the pain and your thoughts coming together in a ball of discomfort. You shake your head and hug him tightly.

"Are you afraid?" You weakly shake your head. It's true that Fyodor scares you, especially on these occasions when he punishes you, but you're not crying about it now.

Funny, you don't know why you're crying, but you do know what you're not crying about.

Fyodor is silent, thinking about why you're crying. "Is it about the pain?" You deny again.

Fyodor hums thoughtfully. "If you don't tell me what it is, I can't help you." You ponder on that: does he want to help you? Is he serious?

You make the feeble attempt to gather your thoughts and speak. "It's just- I don't know" Your voice comes out shakier than you wish it would. "When you touch me… It feels so good, I don't deserve it, I don't-"

"Oh, I see… Aren't you crying because of something bad? Is it because it feels good?" You nod quickly, yes, that's as close as you feel. You're happy when it touches you, when it's good to you. Were you crying out of happiness? Well, you guess so, although it feels more depressing.

"It's okay, relax." He leaves a kiss in front, and it breaks you inside. "You've taken the punishment very well, come on, you deserve to be taken care of."

The process of getting up from the floor is horrible, not only because of the pain all over your body and your numb legs, but because your mind doesn't stop spinning around Fyodor's last sentence. It feels horrible and so good at the same time that your mind is only around one specific person.

He helps you up and you let him lean your useless body against his. He guides you through the house, being patient with your slow pace. He's mostly silent, except when he tells you how well you're doing or that not long to go. Since when did Fyodor know how to talk so pleasantly?

You reach the bathroom, he sits you on the toilet and turns on the bathtub faucet. While it is filling, Fyodor takes some pills out of a drawer that you have always found locked. You don't know what the pills are or what they're for, but he hands you one and you take it without question.

You let your head fall against Fyodor's stomach, even though he is standing upright he doesn't move an inch and lets you be comfortable, he strokes your hair and you sigh lovingly. You don't deserve it, but you need more of this Fyodor, the soft Fyodor who takes care of you and makes you feel good, what did you have to do in the future to keep it in this shape? If you need to be damaged for that, well, you are willing to do it.

"The tub is full." He warns and moves a little away from you, causing you to raise your head. You miss a little that he's touching you, even though he's only been separated of you for three seconds. He holds you under your armpits and helps you up. "I need you to stand up on your own, can you, дорогой?"

You try not to focus so much on Fyodor asking you if you could do it instead of just sending you the order, and focus on standing on your own.

The Russian undresses you completely, his hands are soft, and you feel them all over your body. They are so cold, and you are so cold too now that you are naked. You are vulnerable, now more than ever, and Fyodor's fixed gaze on you disturbs you. You are simply an easy prey to hunt, his prey.

He doesn't look like a hunter now, as much as his gaze is like knives stabbing through every spot he focuses on, you think he's not doing it on purpose. Fyodor doesn't know how to be nice, he never has. He knows how to be neutral: he can keep you alive and give you necessities, but he can't kiss you and keep you warm.

But there's something wrong with all this, he's being warm because since when are his hands so soft against your battered body? You need him, you need him so much it hurts, is this his way of being nice? Okay, fine, you accept it without complaint.

When he puts you in the tub you want to die, the cuts on your back burn at the contact of the water. You don't dare say a word at that or ask Fyodor to pull you out, you're afraid you'll upset him, that he'll get tired of you being so weak and whiny and stop being gentle. Fyodor could have left you lying on the cold floor, bleeding, but he didn't. You can't be an unbearable child to him.

The Russian starts washing your body, putting special emphasis on your cuts and the wound on your side. You look at his serious face with need, why were you only now realizing how handsome he was? Mmmh, you must have been blind before. He notices obviously your shy look on his lips and he smiles, that smile indicating that he was superior to you and despite that, he was still keeping you alive and forgiving of everything you did.

He approaches you and gives you the only thing you needed to be satisfied for today: a kiss. It reminds you of all the good things, strangely enough in those memories Fyodor also appears and disturbs you minimally.

You question yourself that, maybe, Fyodor does know how to be gentle.

This is the proof you need to know that now this was a new version, right? He kissed you. You feel a warmth spreading throughout your body, now it is warm, and his hands are warm too. There is a big change in temperature and it feels like heaven.

After that, Fyodor continued to wash you with special care, ignoring how your face might explode from how red it was.

The only thing that could crush the heat was tiredness, you almost fell asleep a couple of times, but you didn't want to fall asleep because it would be like wasting time with this soft Fyodor, what if tomorrow he returned to his serious and impassive face? You can't waste this time or you would regret it.

"Go to sleep, take it easy. I'll take you to bed when I'm finished." You looked at him as the most merciful being in the world. He cared about you…

You hold back your sobs for these acts of kindness, you don't want to cry anymore, not only to avoid possible discomfort in Fyodor, but for yourself, the headache is unbearable.

You let yourself fall asleep, with your head supported on your knees and Fyodor's soothing touch.

You had a nightmare which you don't remember, or don't want to remember. You wake up with your body held in Fyodor's arms, warm and gentle.

Since when did everything become so homey? Homey? Would that be the right word? Describing any situation involving Fyodor with that word doesn't feel natural to you.

You find it hard to feel your body, and your thoughts don't flow as quickly and aggressively as they used to. It's like being enveloped in a cloud, full of comfort and calmness.

You just feel something on your side, at the site of the shallow stab wound. You think maybe it's some bandage, but your limbs are asleep and too comfortable against Fyodor to move them to check. Otherwise, you feel nothing, only someone else's hand on your lower belly, it's extremely intimate in your perspective.

You turn your sleepy head and glance sideways at Fyodor. He seems calm, looking at you, his face is emotionless again and it scares you. You come to convince yourself that he is still the soft Fyodor, if he wasn't his hand wouldn't be on you, he still hasn't changed, you repeat that to yourself until you believe it.

"… Fyodor, do you know what?" Your voice comes out weak and hoarse, you wonder how soon your throat will heal. You're thankful you can't feel it well, so there's no pain anymore.

"Mmmh?"

"I think I love you."

"Do you?" There is a change, minuscule, but a change.

You nod and look away from his face, you can't stand it, no. There has been a change, you don't know in what. There's been a change, a change! Is it good or bad? You want to think it's a nice thing.

"You're different."

"I am? In what way?"

"You're softer, something nice."

"You're drugged, you don't talk sense."

"But you're different! Seriously, you never take care of me."

Silence rules the room and it hurts. Why did you talk? What idiocy, it's your fault everything that happens now, all your fault.

"You cried with happiness when I helped you sit up." Your gaze returns to the other.

"I know, so what? You want me to cry again?" There are no bad intentions behind your comment, there really aren't. You feel your brain empty, and you can't quite interpret the situation, what is Fyodor trying to tell you? Is he angry? Is he going to punish you again? It's exhausting to use your brain in this state, so you just give up and go with the flow.

"No, I don't want that." The silence stretches a little longer and, for just a few seconds, Fyodor looks away. He looks away. "I just… I thought maybe you'd be happier if I treated you good."

"Ah…" He wanted you to be happy? Really?

"I know I hurt you, but you know I only do it when you deserve it, don't you?" You nod and the cuts on your back burn for a few seconds. "Good. I really want you to be happy, with me."

You feel like at any moment the old Fyodor will appear through the door and say something like it was all a test, and then punish you for failing it. It's a horrible feeling, but you come to believe that it will seriously pass.

"So… Are you still going to be soft?"

"Yes, only if you are obedient in return."

Yes, yes, yes. He's going to keep being gentle. For some reason your chest hurts, and you sob, Fyodor has a few drops of surprise in his expression. You hide from his gaze and just focus on the yes, it's like releasing a horrible burden out of your body. You weren't afraid he was lying, something told you he wasn't, his expression maybe, or his voice, or….

"Are you crying with happiness now too?"

"I like the soft Fyodor…"

"Mmmh, that's good, isn't it?" He pulls you a little closer to his face and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. You'd like to kiss him in return, but you can't move. "I'll keep being soft then."

I swear all I could think about while writing this was to to send it all to hell and make these two fuck

maybe I will make a second part

#bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd fyodor #fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor x reader #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #yandere fyodor #yandere bsd #yandere bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd

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frost-queen · 6 months

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Sudden attention // part 3 (Reader!Potter x Fred Weasley)

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Summary: Back at Hogwarts you might not be able to escape Cormac. While Fred tries to cover up his feelings for you amongst friends he must interfere when Cormac corners you. [part 1 & part 2]

Taking a deep breath you felt at home again. Home. Hogwarts welcoming you. Taking in the castle in all it’s glory. It’s walls harboring all your memories. The laughs you had laughed and the tears you had cried. A hand on your back made you turn your head. Hermione passing you with a gentle nod to follow her. Ginny right behind her, when passing you she turned round facing you with a big smile.

Ron walking by on your left side followed by Harry. Harry gave you a brief nudge for standing still. Something about seeing the castle again made you sentimental. George stretched his arms while passing you from the long train ride. Once more a touch on your back made you turn your head with a few blinks.

Fred coming in sight with a smile. – “Shall we?” – he asked. Instantly you started to smile back at him. – “Yes.” – you whispered getting in motion. More groups of students gathered when you all went in the same direction. Taking the fields way. Quickly you all were inside at the common room.

Hermione plopped down on her bed with a deep sigh. You were knelt down sorting some clothing in your trunk when you noticed Ginny nearing. She grabbed the pole on your bed, letting herself sway on her feet with a dramatic turn to you. – “Are you excited to be back Y/n.” – she asked. Something about the tone in her voice hinted she had a hidden agenda. – “Why’d you ask?” – you responded folding the sweater Molly had knitted neatly aside.

“Nothing for.” – she responded with a pitch in her voice. – “I’m sure a certain McLaggan boy would be pleased to see you again.” – the mention of his name made your eyes widen. You had completely forgotten about him and the letter he had send you. The letter you had never answered because it got burned.

Then you forgot about it, caught off guard by Fred being suddenly extra nice to you. Hermione gasped loud remembering it as well. You got up, turning towards them, eyes wide in shock. Hermione stared in shock back at you. – “How did we forget.” – she spoke removing her hand from before her mouth. – “I didn’t.” – Ginny answered with a chuckle.

“I never wrote back.” – you said out loud as Ginny sat herself down on your bed. Crookshanks hopping on the bed with her. – “Perhaps it is for the best. He is a bloated toad anyways.” – Ginny went on stroking Crookshanks tail. Hermione slapped Ginny against her arm. – “How can you say that!” – she called out. Ginny took a breath turning more towards her. – “He’s all smug.” – she reminded her.

“Yes, but he also is interested in Y/n. He is the first one to proclaim his interests in her so loudly. Shouldn’t we take this in consideration?” – she answered. Ginny crossed her arms. – “Are you saying Y/n should settle for the first worst thing just because he is the only one interested.” – she bit back snappy.

“Hey!” – you called out as they were speaking over your head. Both turned their heads at you. – “Sorry.” – Hermione immediately apologized. – “I’m just warning you.” – Ginny responded making you briefly roll your eyes at them.

“It’s not like you have a lot of interested boys.” – she finished. – “Maybe he isn’t the only one.” – you called out catching her off guard. – “Truly?” – she gasped jumping up. You pulled your shoulder up, keeping your mouth shut. – “Y/n.” – Ginny said when you remained silent returning to your duties. – “Are you seriously not going to tell us anything.” – Ginny said eager to know.

You pulled your shoulder up again without a word. Ginny groaned in agony, grabbing you by the shoulders. – “Tell me!” – she said staring desperately at you. She fluttered confused when you started laughing. – “I need to know…” – she whined out hoping you’d show pity with her. Hermione could only stare at you, trying to figure out who. – “Who!” – Ginny pushed you back as you fell on your back, laughing loud. – “Who tell meeeee!” – she begged whiny wanting to know it so desperately.

Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly on you. – “Help me Hermione. I need the answer!” – Ginny cried out for help. Hermione came joining in tickling you to get an answer out of you. No matter how hard you laughed, you didn’t slip a secret. Keeping Fred’s name deep in your heart, but never outed.

“What is she sour for?” – George asked when coming to join the table in the great hall with Fred. – “Y/n wouldn’t tell us who the second guy is that fancies her.” – Hermione informed them as Fred looked intrigued at you. You gave no attention to his glance. – “Second guy?” – George spoke glancing over his shoulder to Fred. Fred pulled his shoulders up as if not knowing who he was talking about.

“Look at you miss popular amongst the boys.” – George teased with a nudge in your side. Fred chuckled nervously catching his brother’s gaze. – “I’m hardly popular.” – you told George with a faked smile. George threw his arm over your shoulder. – “Two seems like a popular number. Soon number three and four will join.” – He acted out, counting it with his fingers.

Fred cleared his throat. – “I honestly think not.” – he spoke making George quirk his brow up. – “How would you know?” – Hermione asked noticing Ginny was still in her sour behavior. Arms crossed and a bothered expression on her face. – “A hunch.” – Fred answered making you suppress a smile.

George turned his head, checking twice if he saw it right. – “Speak of the toad.”- he spoke motioning with his head in the direction. You leaned back looking behind George to the doors. Everyone else looking as well. Hermione getting a bit to look over Fred. From afar you caught Cormac standing with some of his friends. The second he noticed you, he waved with a big smile at you. It made you feel embarrassed hiding yourself behind George. – “Looks like he’s still head over heels for you Y/n.” – Hermione spoke lowering herself.

“Even though you ignored him all summer long.” – Hermione said as you shushed her. George intrigued by the sudden new news. He hummed curious. – “You’ve been ignoring him all summer. What did he send you letters or what?” – he joked out. Seeing the expression on your face and Hermione’s he stopped laughing.

“Are you serious? Did he send you a letter?” – George asked. You slowly nodded your head. – “The toad!” – George cursed, clenching his hand. You glanced across the table over to Fred. Wanting to know what he thought about all of this. His expression was neutral but partly clenched. You could see the anger he was trying to hide.

George puffed in Cormac’s direction, daring him to even try and come near. – “Don’t tell my brother.” – you said not wanting Harry to be involved in this as well. – “He’ll murder him on the spot.” – you added nervously. – “Now that is something I like to see.” – Fred answered to your surprise. – “A bit of a cruciato torture on him.” – George filled in with a funny expression. – “You boys are being ridiculous.” – Hermione answered slapping Ginny against her arm to stop moping.

Fred and George both pulled their shoulders up in response. – “Well whatever you decided to do, just leave Harry out of it.” – you reminded them getting up. Fred got up as well as it made you stare half confused at him. Fred cleared his throat sitting himself back down. George snorted loud at his brother’s silly behavior as Hermione quirked her brow up.

Hermione slowly got up to follow you. The Weasley staying behind as the two of you needed to go to class. Hermione grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you out of the way from Cormac. Who seemed very eager to come over now it only the two of you. Hermione and you caught up with Ron and Harry on your way to class.

After class you went your own way. Hermione joining Ron and Harry for a trip to Hagrid’s. You rounded a few corners, walking in the open corridors around the courtyard. – “Potter!” – you heard loud behind you. It made you slow down. – “Potter! Y/n!” – slowly turning around you saw Cormac run over to you. Your eyes widened as there was no one around from your friends to help you out. He came to a stop by you, catching his breath.

“How… how was your summer…” – he asked making you smile nervously at him. – “It… it was okay… how… how was yours?” – you asked in return to be polite. – “I’ve send you a letter.” – he said bluntly catching you off guard. – “You… you did?” – you answered trying not to sound too suspicious. He hummed loud. – “Didn’t you get it?” – he wanted to know. You slowly shook your head trying not to show any signs of your lying.

“No… no I didn’t get anything.” – you told him untruthfully. – “Strange…” – he scratched the back of his head. – “Anyways I’m really glad to be back at Hogwarts. We should head to Hogsmeade once. I’ll buy you a butterbeer.” – he said leaning a bit closer to you. – “By the way this is me asking you out.” – he added a bit cocky making you gulp shyly.

“So what do you say Y/n? Shall we call it a date?” – he went on getting all smug. – “I’m busy.” – you flopped out without thinking. Cormac furrowed his brows. – “Come on I’m sure you can find some time for me.” – he pressured on making you feel uncomfortable to say no to him any further. – “I’ve been thinking all summer about you. Couldn’t get you out of my head Potter.” – he teased reaching his hand out to you. Letting his fingers brush against your cheek as it startled you.

“McLaggan!” - you suddenly heard making you gasp loud. Cormac groaned irritated at the sight of Fred. Fred came standing by your side, giving him a little shove to keep his distance from you. – “What do you want.” – he asked rudely. Cormac chuckled cocky. – “It’s between Y/n and me, Weasel.” – he replied. – “Think about my offer Y/n.” – he winked your way making Fred step in between. – “She won’t.” - he called out. – “So stop bothering her!” – he made clear. Cormac scoffed.

“You’re not her superior, so why don’t you stop bossing her around.” – Cormac answered with a sneer. Fred took a step back, grabbing your shoulder and pressing you hard against his side. – “No, I’m her boyfriend.” – he casually said making you look startled at him. Expression full of surprise and shock. Cormac started to laugh. – “No you aren’t.” – he said.

“Oh yes I am!” – Fred kept on. He turned his head looking down at you. With his thumb his turned your head closer to him, inching it closer to him as he leaned down. Your eyes widened feeling a burn on your cheeks. Flustered and flushed with heat as he drew his lips nearer to you. His lips inches away from yours. – “Alright I get it!” – Cormac called out. Fred paused curling up a smile.

He turned his head looking all smug at Cormac. He puffed loud, stuffing his hands in his pockets, storming off. – “Good riddance.” – Fred said letting go of your chin. You stood frozen; eyes wide as the heat had risen to your entire face. This close, this close was Fred to kissing you without a warning. You weren’t even sure if he was bluffing or was willing to actually kiss you to proof a point. – “Y/n.” – he said noticing the frozen state you were in.

“Y/n?” – he waved his hand in front of you. You slowly blinked. Before he could say more, you turned around, walking off with your hands pressed against your cheeks to cool off. Somehow it felt like you hadn’t seen the last of Cormac even with Fred’s little charade. Yet why was your heart thumping so loudly against your chest. Was this Fred’s doing?

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luvrxbunny · 8 months

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bath time

Pairing: Post-outbreak!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Ellie steals the hot water. Joel has a solution.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, piv, unprotected sex, hair pulling (lmk if i forgot anything)

WC: 4.2k

A/N: i just hope you gyus like it :(

You worked in the fields today, it was disgustingly hot and horribly muddy from the rain a few days ago. Your clothes are a mess they’ve earned a few new rips, and some frays at the edges. They’re absolutely covered, completely caked in mud. You slipped on some sludge and just your luck, your foot fell into a pothole. It tripped you and you fell almost face-first into the soil. Your day has just felt downhill ever since. The only thing you’ve been looking forward to is getting home before Ellie so you could be the one to use up all the hot water this time.

Your dreams shattered when you opened the door to see Ellie in the kitchen, in her towel, wet. Your shoulders drop, immediately defeated at the sight. “Did you use all the water again?”

You ask with anger latched onto every word as you remove your muddy boots, you flip your muddy socks inside out before placing them inside the boots and standing.

You aren’t looking at her, your eyes are closed and your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to stave off the headache building behind your eyes. “Uhh… I didn’t use all the water.”

You can hear a little giggle in her voice that you would’ve found so cute on any other day. “This really isn’t funny, Ellie. Joel and I work, we want to be able to come home and take a nice shower.” You’re glaring at her unfairly, it's not her fault that you had a bad day.

“Okay, well..” She sounds awkward, a little upset at how you received her banter. “I think- I’m pretty sure there’s still a little left… I’m sorry.” The tone she uses for the apology sounds a bit sarcastic but you can hear sincerity in her voice. It has guilt shooting through you.

You sigh and look up at her, she’s clutching her towel and looking at the ground. Her face is scrunched up, her eyebrows are furrowed, and her mouth in a scowl. You can see her blinking confusedly at the spot she’s staring at. “I’m sorry.” Her head whips up at your voice to meet your eyes, adjusting her towel uncomfortably. “I had a bad day. I shouldn’t have been mean. I just.. I really would appreciate it if you could leave some hot water for Joel and I.”

Ellie has a small smile on her face as she nods at you. “Yeah. Sure. I will.” You thank her with a smile and head upstairs to your and Joel’s room. You enter the room and are surrounded by the scent of Joel. ‘He must’ve showered this morning.’ You think to yourself with a smile

You take a slow inhale, breathing him in before grabbing your towel and a plastic bag. You step into the bathroom and start running the water, it's cold. You try not to get too angry at Ellie. She said she left some. You take a deep breath and try to think of some solutions as you undress.

You strip yourself of your shirt, dirty and smelly. You take off your horribly muddy pants and place them in the plastic bag as you keep wracking your brain for solutions. Unfortunately, you’re fried from the labors of the day and come up with nothing. Well, actually you came up with one idea that could technically work.

You run your hands under the faucet hopefully, you feel barely any warmth and shut it off.

You could ask one of your neighbors, see if they have any hot water, and ask if you can shower there but… the thought of doing that is completely mortifying. You’d rather just give up on your relaxing shower and reserve yourself to another cold shower. You’re sitting on the ground in your towel. Your knees pulled up to your chest, elbows resting on them and your face resting in your hands. You’re fighting back tears, considering them ridiculous. In the kind of world you live in… you’re crying about not being able to take a warm shower? Outrageous.

Joel got in a few minutes ago and spoke with Ellie a bit. She informed him all about the “mood” you’re in. Ellie tells him all about the conversation that transpired before you “stomped off” to shower. Joel goes upstairs to check on you and finds a sight that breaks his heart. The love of his godforsaken life crumpled up on the bathroom floor. He stands there for a moment, composing himself before trying to comfort you. He watches you lift your head and frantically wipe your tears and mumbling some self-deprecating words to yourself.

That’s when Joel decides to make himself known. “Hey now,” He walks into the bathroom, his arms uncrossing as he examines your face. He crouches down to sit with you, leaning back against the tub. Your eyes are red and wet when they meet his, they knock all the air from his lungs. “What’s all this about, baby? Hm? Why’re you sittin’ on the floor?”

You’re so embarrassed at the fact that Joel found you like this. He’s the last person who’d understand, the man has been through hell and back without shedding a tear. He’d think you’re a spoiled brat.

You wipe your tears quickly as if Joel hasn’t been staring at your face this whole time. “Nothing! Nothing, Joel. I-I’m okay. It’s stupid, it’s so dumb.” Your mind is racing for an excuse. You know that he’s going to ask for a reason and you can’t tell him the real reason. Joel’s head tilts sympathetically at you, waiting for you to explain yourself. Instead of doing so, you stand up and place a fake smile on your face. “I’m really okay, Joel. I just need to shower.”

His face drops at your obvious lie. “You can talk to me…” He stands with a grunt that brings a small smile to your face. “You know that, right?” He’s looking into your eyes with such intensity, that it shakes you to your core. You can’t lie to him. You love this man.

“I had a bad day…” You avoid eye contact, knowing the pity in his eyes would just bring tears to yours. “It was so hot today and I had to work the field even though it rained just a few days ago! I fell, got all muddy, and hurt my ankle. I had to finish the whole day in my dirty, muddy clothes all day and all I wanted was a warm shower but Ellie basically used up all the hot water. A-and this isn't me blaming her for anything, of course not but I just-… all I wanted was a hot shower."

Your voice trembles and breaks more toward the end of your sentence as tears begin to well in your eyes. You close your eyes and shake your head at your ridiculousness. Joel’s silence only confirming your thoughts. “What do ‘ya mean “basically”, honey?” You look up at him confused. Was that all he heard?

“Uh… It’s a l- little warm but it’d be a really short shower. You can take it if you want, I’ll just shower after.” You’re holding your towel up with one hand and the other is rubbing across your face, your eyes closed trying to soothe yourself to deal with the amount of stress you’ve had today. You only stop and open your eyes because you hear the water start to run. Your eyes open to Joel kicking off his boots, his hands already unbuttoning his shirt. “Okay, I’ll wait in the room just tell me when you’re done.”

You feel a tingling behind your nose and try to hold back your tears as you watch him get ready for his shower. You didn’t want him to smother you or anything but you expected him to care a little more than he did. You turn and begin to walk towards the door, sniffling along the way, trying to leave the bathroom before breaking down. “What’re you talkin’ about? Come back here.”

You turn around confused and blurry, tears clouding your vision despite your desperate wish for them not to. “What?” The question comes out more whimpery and pathetic than you wanted. Your throat is closing up and you’re too emotional to keep your voice steady. Joel’s head whips up to look at you and his features immidiately turn soft, pitying, causing a sob to escape you.

“Oh, baby.” He stops taking his shirt off, walking over to you with it open, along with his arms. You bury yourself in his chest and try to hold back your tears. His arm wraps around your shoulders and the other presses your head to his chest, almost cradling you. It's not even about the shower anymore. It’s about how Joel reacts to you, how it’s always exactly what you need. “My poor thing. You had such a hard day huh?” You nod into his chest, knowing he’ll feel it.

“I have an idea that I hope will cheer you up.” He says optimistically before kissing your forehead and pulling away. He walks over to the tub and feels the running water with a surprised scoff. He turns back to you, finishes pulling his shirt off, and starts on his pants. “I think we could take a bath.” He lifts his eyebrows questioningly at you but the smirk on his lips tells you that he knows you love the idea.

“I wanna scrub you.” The thought shoots out of your mouth before you can even process it. His hands are frozen on his zipper as he stares at you. You look back down at your towel and giggle nervously. “I get it if you don’t want to. That was weird…” He finishes undressing, his attention elsewhere instead of answering your question. He pulls his towel off the rack and wraps it around his waist before going over to you. He places a warm kiss on your lips before smiling at you.

“Yeah, that could work. If you can handle my weight on you.” He ends off with a chuckle before walking back over to the tub and turning the water off. You follow him over and smile when he looks back up at you. “Ready to get in, sweetheart?” You smile and nod at him eagerly, dropping your towel and walking around him. You watch his eyes dart to look at your body the moment you drop the towel, watching you the whole time you walk around him. You can feel his eyes on your body as you get in the tub and even on you when he’s getting in the tub. His eyes only rip from yours when he's fully seated, facing the opposite direction.

He’s stiff in front of you, his back incredibly straight, his arms around his legs that are pulled to his chest. You giggle quietly at him before leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his upper back, your hands resting on his pecs as you pull him back to you. “Woah! Okay, careful.” Joel jerks around when you start pulling him, causing you to burst out in laughter while lying back against the tub. Joel’s cheeks hurt at the smile across his face from hearing your laughter, “Thought I was topplin’ over.” He laughs with you as he relaxes into your body. Your smile is permanent on your face as you make yourself comfortable and sigh at the weight of Joel’s body on you.

“I love you, Joel.” You whisper to him with your eyes closed. Your head resting back on the edge of the tub. You don't see his hand come up and reach behind his head for you but you can feel when he strokes your hair, then your face. “I love you more, baby.”

You both spend a little time talking before you start scrubbing. You wash Joel down first, insisting on it. He let you, only after making you agree to let him scrub you. He’s still leaning back on you, he’s scooted down a bit so you can start with his hair. You’d given him some elaborate reason as to why you’re supposed to start with your hair but the truth is that you wanted to get your hands in his brown locs.

You wet his hair gently and lather your hands in conditioner. Joel groans quietly when he sees you grab the conditioner first. “S’not how you do it.” He mutters quietly. You smile at his sleepy voice and laugh at his comment. “That’s how I do it and you love it.” He grunts out in response and crosses his arms to get comfortable. You use the conditioner to pull his hair back from his forehead, starting your little scalp massage.

Joel’s whole body is set on fire the moment your fingers touch his scalp. It actually started when you dropped your towel, the heat getting worse at the sight of your naked body. It turned into raging arousal after your fingers touched his scalp. He had to actively purse his lips together to stop himself from groaning out when he felt it. His eyes are squeezed shut, trying to focus on not making any noise. He can feel himself getting hard under the water. You’re starting to scratch lightly at his head and his eyes are rolling back. His lips are spread and letting out silent huffs of breath as you scratch his scalp. He whimpers almost silently when his tip pops out above the water. You start massaging into his scalp more deliberately, so perfectly that he thinks you can feel what he feels.

He pushes his head back into your hand desperately, without thinking and you freeze. It stops his breath, he’s holding back whines, the urge to grind his hips up into the air, as he waits for you to touch him again. You reach down to the bath water and pour it from your hands over his head, carding your fingers through his hair. He can feel your nails ever so slightly scraping his scalp and it has his hands gripping into his arms where they’re crossed over his chest. He keeps it all in as you do this again and again. His eyes roll back into his head and his hips are subtly twitching under the bath. The water is just barely providing any stimulation but he still prefers it to nothing.

There's a knot in one of the strands. Your fingers get caught and you accidentally tug at his hair, pulling his head in a way that has him moaning out your name. His eyes roll back and his head presses back into you, curing his head up so he can see you. You notice how dilated his eyes are, how desperate and wrecked he looks. “T-That feels good, sweetheart.”

You chuckle at him, “I know it does, baby.” He whimpers at your response and his hips grind into the air. He tilts his head back down, eyes closing tight as he tries to calm himself. You run your hands through his wet hair, massaging in the shampoo you’ve added. You can see his red tip poking out above the water, there’s a bead of precum gathering at the tip. His hips are slowly thrusting up, freezing in the air and shuddering as the pearl overflows and runs down the length of his cock.

“Please- oh baby. You gotta-” You cut him off by tugging softly at the roots of his hair, watching his face go slack as a ragged moan pushes out of him. “C’mon, you gotta touch me, do somethin’, baby. I’ll- fuck- I’ll take anythin’- please.”

Honestly, you started pulsing for Joel when you saw the way he looked at your body after taking off your towel. You’ve been leaking since your hands went in his hair. You noticed his reaction immediately, of course. You’re constantly watching him, just examining his face and its movements. You saw his breathing quicken and shudder when you started washing his hair. You kept a close eye on his stomach, the plush softness tightening and releasing in time with your movements in his hair.

Your lip is burning from where your teeth have been digging into it. You pour water over his hair and continue running your fingers through his hair. You smile excitedly at the top of his head, watching his eyebrows draw up and in, twitching and jumping with his mouth. His mouth. It's opened in a silent moan, his lips are wet, pink and the bottom is a little swollen from how much he’s been biting at it.

Joel is whining and writhing in the tub as you absently scratch at his scalp. Your silence is turning him on in an insane way. The suspense in waiting for your response just builds inside him alongside his arousal. “Baby?”

His voice breaks your trance, it’s a bit more whiny than usual, you can tell he trying to regain control but he’s too worked up. “Can you- Can we please do something?”

“Yes. Yeah, honey. Can you turn around?” You ask him sweetly and he’s groaning at the tone. You giggle silently at the power you currently hold over him. You watch him sit up in the tub and flip over, you feel all your power drain from you. His hair has flopped over his forehead, it’s dripping down his face and into the tub as he slides his body up over yours. The muscles in his arms tense and ripple as he moves closer to you. He’s hovering over you, his arms against the slope of porcelain you’re leaning back against. His head tilts as he inspects your face. His eyes are dark and desperate as he leans down to press a kiss against your lips.

Your hands come up to cup his face and pull him in. He groans and bites into your lip softly, his tongue pushing into your mouth and tasting you. You whine against his lips when you feel his soft, wet tongue press into your mouth and against your own. Your legs come up around his waist and pull him in, earning a groan when his cock slides up against your mound, gliding along your clit. “Shit, love. I’m gonna put it in, okay?”

You’re nodding at him but he isn't even looking at you anymore, his gaze already shifted to where he was guiding himself inside you. He watches your face as he pushes his tip inside, he analyzes the way your breathing picks up, and your eyelids start to flutter as moans and whimpers slip out. He bites his lip to hold in his groans as he plunges the rest of his cock inside you. He relishes the way your nails shove into his hips, marking his skin for later. He brings his hand up behind your back and hooks itself behind your shoulder, pushing you down against his cock. You watch his eyes roll back as he presses against your cervix, your walls clenching around him.

“Joel- holy shit, please. I need you to fuck me, baby.” He grunts animalistically and starts pounding into you. You moan out at the feel of his cock sliding against your walls, stretching you open. The water in the tub sloshes around and a bit spills out from the force of his thrusts. He groans, straightens his spine, and thrusts into you quickly. You admire him as he looks down on you from his heightened position. He looks like a god like this. His stomach tensed as he thrusts into you frantically, his wet, dripping, hair slightly covering his eyes as they laser into you. You finish trailing your eyes up his body to meet his eyes and his gaze pulls a moan from you.

He’s staring into your eyes with such passion, ferocity, and arousal that your eyes roll back immediately. Your head gets thrown back a little painfully as you try and grind your hips against Joel, you listen to his moans devolve into whines as you do. Your hips move up and against him in a figure-eight motion. He groans and curves back down to you, his hand comes from your hips to rest gently against your neck, he presses down, pushing you against the tub, and continues to thrust into you. He’s moaning out with each thrust, his grip on your neck and hip tightening the closer he gets to cumming.

You moan into his ear, your hands shooting up to bury themselves in his hair as he rams into you. He’s been silent ever since he entered you, groaning and grunting into your skin instead. His hand slides up your neck to grip your jaw, he pulls his head from your neck and shoves his lips against yours. The kiss is bruising, almost painful as he pants and moans into your mouth, and his hand moves from your hip to your clit.

Your hands tug at his strands as he starts to play with your clit. You suddenly become aware of everything you’re feeling. The way the veins of his cock feel as it slides against your sensitive walls. The way his breath feels as he moans out against your face. The way the hand on your neck is starting to shake. The orgasm that’s overflowing and snapping inside your stomach, tensing your whole body as you moan and shake for Joel.

“Yeah? Fu-uck keep cummin’ for me, sweetheart. Oh shit- I’m right behind you darlin’.” He sounds wrecked as his cock throbs inside you, getting milked from your orgasm. His hips stutter as your walls pulse around him, coaxing his orgasm out. He whines out your name and pushes his head back into your unmoving hands as he feels his balls tense, his thighs begin to shake and he loses control of his noises. “Holy fuckin’ shit, baby. Oh, love- shi-it. Makin’ me feel so good, princess…such a good girl.” His hips completely lose their rhythm, his eyes are squeezed shut as he tries not to cum yet. “Best girl I know, angel.”

You’re grinning madly as you listen to his orgasm build, so unhinged as he rambles out praises and love names to you. It’s one of the many things he does without realizing, that you absolutely love him for. He presses his soft lips against yours again, whining desperately as he does. You place one hand on his cheek while the other stays tangled in his hair and you pull his head back to look into his eyes. He holds your eye contact as he grinds his hips into you. You look into his hooded, dilated eyes and stare back at you desperately. “You gonna cum for me, handsome?” You say with a breathless moan as his cock starts to overstimulate you.

You watch his jaw go slack as his eyes roll into his head, a ragged moan ripping out of his chest and your hand quickly comes to cover it. “S-stay quiet, sweetheart.” You rest your forehead against his and moan out against your hand. “Just fill me up.”

His whole body freezes and shakes as his cock throbs aggressively in you before releasing his load. It floods within you, you can feel the way his ropes of cum shoot up and against you. Your mouth is open wide in a silent moan as you watch him cum, his face mirroring your expression from behind your hand. His eyes are on you, surprised and vulnerable as he bucks into you.

You can feel him mouthing something against your hand silently. You slowly remove your hand and he instantly kisses you. His lips are trembling as they press against yours. He pulls away and mutters, “I love you.” against your lips over and over again.

His orgasm tapers off and his hips slowly stop thrusting into yours, they still twitch every now and then but his body is mostly limp against yours. His head is in your chest as you both catch your breath, your hand stroking over his hair lovingly as he comes down. His breathing slows against you and kiss the top of his head gently. He groans and begins to sit back on his heels. “Let’s get outta this water, hm?” You smile deliriously at him and let him help you out of the tub. He wraps you in your towel before wrapping himself and draining the tub.

You both make your way back to your room and start changing. Joel puts on his boxers and a wife beater while you just throw on one of his old shirts. You both get into bed and wrap yourselves in the others arms. Joel chuckles when your body presses against him. “Nothin’ under?” His voice is gruff and slurred with sleep but you can hear the smirk.

You smack his chest gently before snuggling your face into him, “Keep it in your pants, stud.” His belly shakes in laughter at that as you smile against his chest happily. You relax into his warmth, falling asleep when you hear a faint, “G’night, sweetheart.”

You respond with a soft, “Goodnight, Joel.” and fall into the most peaceful sleep anyone could ask for.

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Title: “15 Minutes” (9/?) Author: @ageless-aislynn Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series Summary: You're in peril but don't be afraid, help is near. Series: How to date a Spartan (without even trying) Rating: T (PG13) Length: 2,568 (this chapter, 22,261 total so far) Spoilers: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. Though we began with the events of Halo 1x06, there will be no more show spoilers. We are still firmly seated in the AU Warthog, merrily driving out to places where there’s only a passing nod to canon. 😉 Trigger warning: claustrophobia Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N: Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. Halo season 2 has finally arrived! However, this fic continues to zip along in the AU Party Warthog, so, while we began with season 1 way back when (and you’ll see a few more things from s1 along the way 😉), we’ll not be venturing into s2 territory at all. Unless s2 is going to take some verrrrry interesting twists, lol! Chapter 10 is in progress by hand but I hope to have it ready soon. 🤞😣🤞 The tags have been updated for hurt/comfort starting with this chapter. If you read, I hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐

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You tried to gasp in a breath but there was a weight pinning you down. Smoke burned your lungs and your eyes. Your left arm couldn't move but you were able to bring your right hand up to wipe your face, trying to clear your vision. The only light in the rubble came from a shower of sparks a few feet away, emitting from a panel half-ripped from the wall. There was very little to orientate yourself by.

"Hello?" you tried to call but you couldn't take a deep enough breath to yell. The muffled ring in your ears told you that at least one of your eardrums had ruptured.

Evaluate, you thought in the tone you used when triaging patients, shoving down a wave of panic. You tried to squeeze out from under whatever was pressed across your back. No good, too much weight.

There wasn't a tremendous amount of pain but you worried at the numbness from your waist down, behind whatever was restraining you.

Evaluate.

You tested moving your legs, your feet, your toes. It felt strange but yes, you had movement.

Spinal cord potentially compromised but not severed, you diagnosed as clinically as possible.

Something overhead gave an alarming groan.

Alert help. Report your position.

"Hello? I'm by the crane operator booth. Can anyone hear me?"

You couldn't get the volume you wanted and you automatically tried to inhale deeper. You couldn't and had to fight another wave of panic. The animal part of your brain wanted to claw the twisted metal of the deck, trying to squirm free, but when you twitched, something above you groaned again.

You had no way to know how perilous the collapsed structure was. A wrong move could bring it all down.

A fresh wave of smoke irritated your nose and you coughed weakly. From far away, you heard the muffled sound of a woman saying your rank and last name.

"Here," you choked out. "I'm here."

A blue light shimmered a few feet away, the lower half of a blue-tinted woman, her upper body phased through the rubble. Then she shrank until she fit the space, adjusting like a camera lens. A hologram.

She repeated your rank and last name. "We have your location," she said, your damaged hearing distorting her voice. "Sit tight, a rescue crew is on their way."

You tried to respond but the smoke triggered more coughing, so you nodded.

"I'll stay with you for as long as the holo-emiter holds," she said, gesturing towards the ruined wall panel that continued to spark.

"Thank you," you managed to say. "Casualties?"

She glanced up and away as if receiving new information. "Reports coming in of injuries but no fatalities. Your alert gave enough time for almost everyone to get clear."

"Good." You made yourself slow your breathing down, taking shallow breaths since you couldn't take deeper ones. For a moment, your head swam and it felt like the floor tipped. Your fingers scratched for a hold on the crumpled metal.

The sound of your rank and name cut through the terror. "You're all right," the woman assured you. "You're not falling. Try to stay still. Silver Team will be back on site in a few more minutes. John will be here soon."

It gave you something to focus on other than bring trapped. The way she knew that the mention of John would comfort you, that she didn't call him Master Chief like most people did, even the mannerism of how she'd looked away, like someone was speaking in her ear...

"Your name wouldn't be Ms. Classified, would it?" you asked haltingly and tried to smile.

"That's... not inaccurate," she said and maybe it was your blurry vision but you could've sworn she gave you a fond smile, like she knew you. "I'm not supposed to tell my name."

You tried to say it was all right but couldn't draw enough breath.

"Ah, screw it," she said. "What are they going to do, fire me? My name is Cortana."

You must've blacked out because the next thing you knew, she was kneeling next to you, her small holographic hand resting atop your outstretched arm as she repeated your rank and name.

If you could get a breath, you needed a good, solid breath. Your chest instinctively fought to expand but couldn't beneath the pressure bearing down on your back. Something above you slid and the pressure abruptly worsened. You clawed, you fought, you struggled to breathe. To live.

"John, get here now! The support beam is failing!"

"Not his fault," you tried to say. "Tell him. Not his--"

Metal screamed and everything went dark.

You woke, grasping at nothing. You still couldn't get a deep breath but this time you were on your back and it felt like someone had laced a corset brutally tight around you.

"Easy there. You're all right," said a deep voice.

Your vision swam and then Spartan Vannak-134 appeared out from the dim lighting. You were still clawing at the air, trying to sit up, and he caught your hand a little awkwardly in his much larger ones.

"Where?" you gasped.

"You're back on Reach, in medical."

Once he said it, details emerged like a black and white picture filling in with color: the beeps of the monitors, the distinctive antiseptic smell. Your hearing was still deadened but not as much as before, meaning they had already begun healing therapies on your eardrums.

Anything you might've wanted to say dissolved like sugar on your tongue before the words could be spoken. Your head seemed too full. I'm drugged, you thought and that was the last thing you knew for a while.

Voices drew you from the murky depths and you tried to open your eyes but couldn't.

"Hold her hand," Vannak said in a quiet rumble. "She likes that."

A new hand gently folded around yours and your fingers instinctively gripped hold.

You woke, feeling the phantom press of metal bearing down on you, forcing the air from your lungs. You tried to sit up, your limbs flailed, uncoordinated and leaden. A second hand closed around yours and a feminine voice began to softly sing, a lullaby in a language you didn't recognize.

The room was blurry but you caught a glimpse of red hair -- Spartan Riz-028. You went under once more, dreaming of music that soothed your fears.

Later, there was a new voice to lure you up from the sticky darkness.

"Poor little thing. She looks so small."

"She'll heal. Hold her hand, it helps."

At some point, you jolted awake to find your hand cradled carefully within Kai's.

"Hey," she said, sitting up straighter in the chair next to the bed. "You need anything?"

Your head felt less stuffed with cotton than before but now that cotton seemed to have been transferred to your mouth. "Water?" you croaked.

She jumped up and returned shortly, carrying a cup with a straw in it. You intended to sit up but a searing pain in your ribs immediately convinced you that was a bad idea and you let her help you by holding the straw to your lips.

"Slowly," she advised.

Once you'd taken a couple of sips, you mumbled your thanks then promptly passed out.

You thought you'd closed your eyes for a brief moment but when they fluttered open, it wasn't Kai sitting in the chair, holding your hand.

As soon as John knew you were awake, he was on his feet, carefully brushing the fingertips of his free hand along the curve of your cheek.

You mouthed his name.

"Rest," he said. "I'm here. You're safe."

For the first time in what seemed like forever, you truly felt as if you were. Your mind let go.

"And how's our favorite mech, the Hero of the Pit?"

"That's not a very heroic name," you confessed, smiling as Maria and then Jamie entered medical.

You were sitting on the side of the bed in generic gray scrubs, waiting for Dr. Savannah to give you final instructions before your release. It had been two days since the explosion. Your hearing had, thankfully, returned to normal. The rest of you... not so much but you were on the mend.

They both gave you careful hugs.

"You look a lot less like you were squashed by a building," Jamie said sincerely and Maria punched his arm. "Hey, that was a compliment!"

"Don't make me laugh," you begged, holding your left side. They'd fused your broken ribs back together but the tissue damage would take longer to resolve. Still, aches, pains, limited motion and all, you knew you were very lucky.

"I hope they're giving you a nice vacation, at least," Maria went on.

"I should be ready for light duty in a week."

"Technically, I said we'd evaluate you for light duty in a week," Dr. Savannah corrected as she entered. "Afraid your friends will have to catch up with you later."

They said their goodbyes and, as they left, you started to stand. The doctor quickly said, "No, you don't. I don't want you walking on that leg."

"It's not broken," you argued.

"Not anymore," she countered. "Stay put. I got you a ride."

"I don't need to be wheeled back to the barracks." You tried to keep your tone confident but the truth was even that little bit of exertion had left you feeling twinges all along your left leg. Your left shoulder throbbed with each heartbeat.

"Well, good thing you're wrong on both counts," she said, winking. "And here he is now."

John came through the door, dressed in his undersuit as if either about to head to the Brokkr stations to have his Mjolnir mounted up or returning from having it removed. You didn't even realize you'd moved to rise again until Dr. Savannah put a practiced hand on your good shoulder to keep you down.

"I'll be sending PT to you twice a day, starting tomorrow," she said. "They'll help you to get your strength and mobility back. Around that, rest. Catch up on your reading, watch some thoroughly trashy movies, and keep your feet up. Not too far up, though. Nothing too strenuous. Make him do all of the work."

That got you to look at her and she waggled her eyebrows.

John cleared his throat slightly, a faint but definite flush creeping up from his collar. "Yes, ma'am."

"All right, see you back in a few days, sooner if anything else develops. You know what to watch for."

It wasn't until she stepped back and John approached that it clicked.

"You're going to carry me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he repeated in a murmur that shivered straight down your spine.

Since your left side had taken the brunt of the damage, he put your right to his chest and cautiously picked you up in a bridal carry. Despite the care, being moved set a thousand things to hurting and your breath hitched as he straightened.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you said, your tone tighter than you would've liked. You thought, I hope nobody sees me being toted around like this, but, as soon as you left medical, you realized that no one was actually looking at you.

I think if Master Chief offered to drop me and pick up any marine, ODST or officer in this hall, they'd be hopping into his arms before I even hit the floor!

At the first turn he made, you realized the rest of it. "This isn't the way to the barracks."

"Nope," he said and you knew him well enough now to see the hint of a smile in his eyes.

You didn't have to wait for further clues, there was only one place, then, that he could be taking you. "How many strings did you have to pull for this?"

"Not as many as you might think," he demurred. "Your actions saved lives."

And they could've blamed you for failing to make sure a bomb hadn't been sent to the Pit in the first place. The curly tailed Warthog had been your responsibility, after all. You'd been curtly informed of all that when they'd debriefed you the first day you'd had your eyes open for more than 15 minutes.

You doubted they'd told that to John, though.

When you reached his room, he maneuvered so to get his thumb on the panel without jostling you too much. The lights came on as he took you through the doorway and then he paused.

"Kai," he rumbled, shaking his head. "She said studies show people heal better with color. I should've known she'd overdo it. Say the word and I'll have her in here clearing this out."

"It's your room," you said, "but personally, I love it."

The duvet on the bed and the pillows on the couch were now a rainbow of jewel tones. A tapestry with a field of sunflowers dominated the wall at the foot of the bed and you could've sworn there was a dusting of diamond glitter shimmering on every wall, sending tiny holographic rainbows through the air in all directions. But the main thing that caught your attention was overhead.

"She put up stars," you said, brightening.

"Ah, that one was actually me," he confessed. "You seemed to really like those in her room so I thought..."

You stretched up in his arms, inhaling a little sharply at the stab of pain in your left side, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love them, John. Thank you."

A short time later, you found yourself lying on the bed in the darkened room, looking up at those stars. John had profusely apologized for not being able to stay after getting you settled in. He'd turned down the bed so you wouldn't have to, had put your padd close at hand on the nightstand to the right along with a bottle of water and a couple of emergency ration packs in case you got hungry before someone bought you a meal. He'd even procured you a set of unthinkably soft civvies to change into, exactly your size and in your favorite color.

You couldn't imagine that a Spartan had ever taken care of a sick or wounded person before, other than in a battlefield triage situation, so he'd probably found a checklist from somewhere to guide him. His earnestness to make sure he'd done everything right sent warmth flooding through you.

Before he left, he'd paused to kiss the top of your head.

"You know," you said, lifting your chin, "my lips aren't broken."

He hesitated. "The last time I did that, an entire base fell on you."

"Only the warehouse part," you said dismissively, "and there was absolutely no correlation, I promise."

He tried to smile at that but his eyes still showed concern.

"I promise," you repeated more seriously and he exhaled as if about to make a tremendous leap. His kiss was so soft and gentle, it was barely more than a whisper against your mouth.

Once he had left, you'd considered taking Dr. Savannah's advice and watching a holo, reading something on your padd, or doing any number of things to pass the time but ultimately, you'd wanted to appreciate his handiwork.

After all, it wasn't just anybody who could say a Spartan had literally hung the stars for them.

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spockiguess · 1 year

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A Good Morning Blowie, Eh? || Tyr x Fem!Reader

A/N: I love coming back after literal months to post something completely random and unexpected. Like, you’d think the mainly Oual Dano writer would keep writing Oual Dano if they only posted that but... whatever, actually. You guys don’t even know some of the fics I have locked away, never to see the light of day. ANYWAY!!!! Tyr’s fucking hot as balls and I wanted, no-- NEEDED-- to write about him. Also, headcanon time: Tyr is fucking baller at eating pussy. That’s all I can say.

Oh, also, IMPORTANT: If you like this, request more Tyr, or even Kratos fics WITH specific details you’d personally like to see.

Warnings: Smut. Lots of it. Also terms like “cunt” and “pussy” used because I can’t fucking handle the shitty little, cutesy ass nicknames people give vaginas. Like, it’s a fucking pussy. Give me a break.

Pairing: Tyr/Fem!Reader

Great beams of light spilled through the large circular windows of Tyr’s room, a small space nestled in one of the many corners of the germaphobe dwarf Sindri’s immaculate tree house. There wasn’t necessarily a day or night in the Realm between Realms, but it did operate on a time system very similar to Midgard, with brighter purplish-blue light in the mornings and a deeper plum at night.

This was how you knew that it was past the time to get up, and you figured everyone else had already set off for whatever journey they had in store as you ran your hand down Tyr’s muscular forearm, squeezing his hand as a gentle way of waking him up.

The only honorable Aesir didn’t stir, however, only squishing his face further into the crook of your neck and sighing contently. You chuckled lightly before lightly calling out his name. Still, he showed no sign of waking up anytime soon, instead wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

Giggling at the sensation of his breath on your neck, you tried calling his name three more times, each louder than the last, but he didn’t budge. Tyr was a deep sleeper, and you knew this, so you pondered possible ways to wake up the hulking teddy bear.

Soon, a wicked thought popped into your head, rousing you to move and carefully remove each of Tyr’s arms from your midsection. Your plan was devious but entirely foolproof, seeing as it worked every time you tried it.

A playful smile dawned on you as you gently nudged Tyr onto his back. The nonviolent god of war only hummed, quickly getting comfortable in this new position.

You could barely contain your mischievous laughter as your hand crept to the hem of his shirt, your movements painstakingly slow as you inched the material just above his belly button, giving you a nice view of his ruggedly toned physique.

Unable to help yourself, you kissed along this exposed ridge of skin as you wormed Tyr’s pants down until they sat just below the middle of his thighs. From what you could see, Tyr was already half-hard, no doubt from the cuddling just moments ago.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his girthy cock. It was definitely proportional to the rest of him, coming to about eleven inches tall and at least a couple of inches wide. Taking the behemoth of a dick in your comparably small hand, you gave it some experimental tugs, watching as Tyr became restless in his sleep.

Once again, unable to help yourself, you went straight to it and licked a wet line up the length of his dick, feeling it come to life before tonguing the tip, smiling to yourself when you could taste the salty beads of precum already leaking from him.

Tyr hummed in his sleep, unknowingly arching his hips at the contact. This only pushed you to continue, and with renewed vigor, you swallowed as much of him as you could fit (which wasn’t a lot, to begin with).

Fighting back the tears and urge to gag, you ducked your head further until your jaw couldn’t open anymore. Staying there, you licked and sucked on the length you were able to fit in your stretched mouth, gathering the spit that dribbled down the length with your hands to work the rest of him. Tyr moaned in his sleep, whispering your name as his whole body reacted to your touch.

After your jaw acclimated, you pulled back and hollowed your cheeks once you reached the tip, savoring the taste of the quickly growing amount of precum that soon filled your mouth. Ducking your head back down, you didn’t swallow until you reached the point you were at before.

Finally, Tyr woke up with a start, “Oh Hel, that feels so–” Tyr’s hands flew to your hair when you hummed around his cock, fully enveloping your head when his fingers carded through the tresses.

Now that Tyr was awake, you allowed yourself to work his dick faster and harder even though your jaw was already beginning to ache. Tyr’s deep moans were all that you needed, and besides those, you could tell he was enjoying it by just the amount of pre alone.

Sucking up and down, you looked into his glowing eyes as you cupped his balls. Tyr groaned as his head fell back onto his pillow, and you simply continued your work.

Soon, your mouth and jaw were beginning to hurt, so you resorted to licking the spot just under Tyr’s tip that you knew drove him crazy. When your tongue met the spot, Tyr shuddered, and not long after, he spilled into your mouth, almost causing you to choke on his cum.

You didn’t swallow yet, choosing instead to pull off and show Tyr the pool of white liquid that filled your mouth before you drank it down greedily. You still held his cock in your hands, and when you did this, you could feel it twitch in excitement.

Hazily, Tyr asked, “What did I do to deserve this?” You only smiled as you trailed back up Tyr’s long body, planting your hips just behind his still-hard dick.

Running your hands under Tyr’s rumpled shirt, you innocently replied, “I needed to wake you up.” Tyr laughed as his arms easily wrapped around your frame and pulled you closer to him.

“Hel, you’re a little temptress, aren’t you?” Tyr’s smooth voice shot straight to your core, and you unconsciously ground against his length as you burrowed your head into the crook of his neck, suddenly sheepish.

“Forgive me, darling, but I don’t think you exactly have room to act shy when you woke me up with a– what do they call them?”

Meekly, you answered, “A blowjob.”

Tyr echoed your response breathily, “A blowjob.”

Tyr’s hands followed the curves of your body before reaching your ass, and with a sly smile, he grabbed you firmly, relishing in the moan you provided.

“Mm, did you get yourself worked up, dove?” You nodded, still grinding against his dick, “Let me help with that, then.”

In a flash, Tyr flipped you over, and your head came colliding with the plush pillow he was just resting on. Tyr didn’t often show off his otherworldly strength, except during times like this. Even though he rarely admitted it, being able to hold you down without barely breaking a sweat thrilled him beyond belief.

Just then, Tyr began to pull your pants down and kiss each newly exposed inch of blazing flesh that he held beneath him. Tyr’s untamed beard tickled your stomach, causing you to giggle wildly.

“Your laugh sounds like heaven.” Tyr’s voice was low in his throat when he spoke, and as your cheeks burned, your giggles turned into an airy moan when he reached the hem of your underwear. Then, Tyr’s massive hands came to the crux of your legs and spread them apart tenderly; his kisses were like embers against your sensitive skin.

Spreading your legs willingly, you still hid behind the safeguard your hands provided, unable to bear the weight of Tyr’s intent gaze.

Tyr tsked, one of his long arms easily reaching both of yours, “No, no. I want to see you.” His voice was like a thick coating of honey, making you shiver under the words.

Obliging, you removed your hands, mentally forcing yourself to keep your eyes on him as he continued his work.

Tyr’s deft fingers wormed beneath the hem of your underwear, swiftly yanking the garment down and exposing you to the chilly air. Tyr’s eyes widened as his thumb returned to your pussy, running through the slick that gathered there. You could even hear how wet you were just from that alone.

“Is this all for me?” You nodded, and Tyr couldn’t decide whether to look at your inviting, dripping cunt or your lusty eyes, “Oh, you don’t know what you do to me.”

Before you knew it, Tyr was spreading your pussy and diving in for a taste. His tongue was a welcome pressure against your core, simultaneously stoking and quenching the fire that burned there.

Tyr groaned loudly, and you almost shushed him before you moaned, too, the sound reverberating off of the walls. Admittedly, neither of you minded now as Tyr’s tongue found and suckled at your clit. During this, one of Tyr’s enormous fingers found your twitching entrance and circled it before nudging in slightly. His fingers were enough for you, and oftentimes, Tyr had to work you open on three or four before you could even begin to take his cock.

Instantly, Tyr found a healthy rhythm that made you squirm and writhe under his touch. Your toes curled, and your back arched off the bed as Tyr’s mouth ate you out like a fine meal while his finger went to work finding the spot that made you cry out for me.

When his finger found the spot, Tyr allowed himself a moment to speak, “You taste so good, Gods, how I missed this.”

With Tyr’s mouth returning to your eager cunt, you felt that familiar fire course through your veins and collect in the tips of your fingers and seat of your belly, the feeling making your moans come in quick succession to the other.

All the while, you adored the full feeling that came from Tyr’s single finger and inwardly ached for his dick. You knew everyone would be back soon, however, so you filed that want away for another time.

The mixed sensations working in tandem made that wire coil tighter and tighter before, ultimately, it snapped. The fire roared inside of you, filling your ears with a rushing sound and causing your head to go momentarily dizzy.

Tyr kept eating you out, though, unrelenting in his pace before you started to whine out from overstimulation. Finally, he slowed down and let you come down from your high, sliding his finger out and licking your juices off the digit, all the while giving you a sly smile.

Tyr’s voice was raspy when he spoke, “You’re perfect. I still can’t believe I have you here with me.”

Feeling cold, you beckoned him back up, content with having him holding you again as you whispered words of love into his ear.

#tyr #tyr god of war #tyr god of war ragnarok #god of war #god of war ragnarok #fanfic #tyr x reader

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toasty-melons · 1 year

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abby comforting reader who has a bad relationship with their mom? i need her comfort n to tell me that i’m not my mom cause i’m having a whole ass breakdown n need abs to hold me

honestly darling me too.. i’m so so so sorry i took this long to get to your request, but it’s been sitting my drafts for a while (bc i’ve been a bit insecure abt posting it)

if there’s grammar errors squint bc i’m not rereading this

Here you are.. Sitting in your car for the past 20 minutes, trying to get your tears to stop. You don’t want Abby to see you cry, even if she already knows about the relationship you have with your mom.

But Abby’s never seen you cry over it before. Never. Not once.

You’ve always made absolute sure that your tears are either spilled in the shower or in bed after Abs has fallen asleep.

But the stresses from the past week have built up. Your work being especially exhausting, your mom getting in touch with you to basically just make you feel bad about yourself, and then today. You had an argument with your dad, that ended with him mumbling something about how ‘you’re just like your goddamn mother.’ And it hurt.

Your mother is terrible. She’s mean, manipulative, inconsiderate, hateful, disrespectful, vindictive, etc. She’s just a terrible person. And you’ve always told yourself you’ll never be like her.

The sounds of light rain hitting the windshield having you cursing under your breath. After wiping your tears and fixing yourself up in the rear view mirror, you gather your things and make your way inside your shared home.

After closing the door and kicking off your shoes, your hit with the smell of Abby’s cooking. And then the thought of someone loving you and taking care of you like Abby does, makes you think you don’t deserve it. What if you are like your mother? Abby doesn’t deserve that. The tears start to well in your eyes once again, so you lean your head back to keep the from falling. Placing your hands on your hips and sniffling to keep it together.

“Babe? You home?” Fuck. Abby’s sweet voice makes the tears finally fall. Your body knowing that all you want is her to wrap you in her arms and kiss the tears away.

Scrunching your face and taking a deep breath, you brace yourself as Abby walks around the corner a smile plastered on her face but soon wiped away. Concern furrows in her features as she slowly approaches you.

“What’s wrong?” Her words are soft, almost whispered, as she gently removes your hands from their place on your hips and pulls you into her broad chest. “Are you hurt?” The shake of your head puts Abby at some ease, knowing that you’re physically okay. She nods and runs her hands up and down your back slowly and soothingly.

After a few moments of silence, other than your sniffles and hiccups, she speaks up again. “Can you tell me what happened?” You peak up at her through your wet lashes, tears still spilling down your cheeks. Abby chuckles and coos a sweet, ‘awww babyyyy,’ while softly wiping your tears away.

Pouting you try to tell her what happened, hiccuping after almost every word. “My- *hiccup* mom gave- *hiccup* me- *hiccup*..�� Having trouble understanding you Abby shushes you and rubs her thumbs over your cheeks.

“Hey hey.. deep breaths sweet girl.. There ya go, just like that.” Listening to her and taking a few deep staggered breaths, you lean into her touch. “Now start over and take your time.” Abby’s little smile warms your heart. Nodding you try and start again.

“My mom gave me a hard time this week. And work has sucked basically everyday, and- and.. and then my dad.” The mere mention of your dad has a lump forming in your throat again. Abby’s soft touches against your cheek has you swallowing it down and exhaling harshly. “And my dad and I got into a fight today.. and he said I was just like my mom.” Watching Abby’s face contort into confusion and slight agitation has your stomach dropping.

“He said what?” Her tone is not as sweet as it was moments before. But from the way your lip quivers and tears well up again, Abby quickly softens and shakes her head. Pulling you back into her chest before speaking again, “You, my sweet girl, are nothing like your mother. You hear me?”

Sniffling, you quietly mumble against her, “but what if I am-..” She cuts you off with the click of her tongue before you can finish. “But Abby-..”

“No.. You are so good. So kind and gentle. You’re caring, compassionate, and warm-hearted. Baby.. you are such a good person I don’t know what I would be like without you, but I know I wouldn’t be this good.” Squeezing you in her arms, she presses kisses to your forehead and whispers a soft ‘I love you.’

You push your face further into her chest and mumble, “I don’t deserve you.” You can feel her shake her head before she whispers to you,

“You deserve everything and more.”

#abby anderson #abbyanderson #abby tlou #abby tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby the last of us 2 #abby anderson tlou #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson the last of us #abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby x you

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Hello! I saw your request post, so here I am <3 id love if you wrote a heavy x reader one shot with a female/gn reader, reader confesses to heavy and it's just really fluffy and cute yeah I'm bad at requesting... Thank you ✨

F!READER CONFESSING TO HEAVY ONESHOT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

HELLO ANON!!

I apologize if this isnt what you were looking for. I havent written in AGES because of a horrible writings block! And i think the request was quite good! I'm a big heavy lover myself after all

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Loud gunshots was heard throughout the battlefield, not stopping for a second. It nearly gave you a headache. You had been out on the battlefield, with the other mercenaries, fighting for hours.

Today just seemed to be a shitty day for you. You have barely been able to get out of respawn before getting shot in the head. The Blu/Red Sniper has been on your ass this whole day, and it made you quite agitated. And a certain someone seemed to have notice your struggle.

As you got sent back into respawn, for what felt like the hundredth time, you felt like giving up. Or at least felt like taking a break.

You took a deep breath as you sat on one of the many benches situated in the respawn area. Looking back out at the battlefield, you could feel your headache getting worse. Getting headshotted so many times seemed to have taken effects on you.

You placed your hands over your ears, hoping to block some of all the noises out. It wasn't much You were able to block out. It was quite frustrating.

Suddenly, you felt a large pair of hands over yours. It certainly did help with the noise, but your heart sped up the second you felt the pair of hands.

It wouldn't take a genius to figure out who was behind the massive hands.

"Is leetle girl OK?"

The man behind the hands was Heavy. The most loveable man you had ever met.

You turned your head to look up at him, a small smile appearing on your lips. He was looking at you with worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine! I just need a small break."

You smiled reassuringly at him, but he didn't seem to believe you. He removed his large hands from yours, moving to sit down beside you. His gaze rested on you as you sat together.

A smile rested on your face as you looked back down at the table. You just couldn't help yourself from smiling when he was around.

You looked back up at Heavy, only to see him holding out half of his sandwich to you. A small blush dusted over your cheeks as you accepted the sandwich with a small "Thank you.".

The both of you began eating the sandwich, enjoying each others company. The battlefield had completely left your mind, and the headache was nothing but a mere background pain that you could easily tone out.

Truth was, Heavy brought the best out of you. He made you feel happy, appreciated and loved. He worried for you, cared about you and took care of you. He made this hell feel less hellish.

You truly loved him. With all of your heart. And you had to tell him

You took a deep breath and put down the sandwich on the bench table. You looked up at him, your mind going completely wild.

He looked back down at you, raising a brow as to why you stopped eating.

"Leetle girl sure she is ok?-"

"I really appreciate you."

You interrupted him. You had no idea how to do this, your mind just went blank whenever you looked at him. The blush on your cheeks got bigger as you opened your mouth again.

"I really appreciate you. And what you do for me… it means a lot to me.."

You looked down at the table again. Your whole face was completely red. Your hands laid in your lap. You didn't dare to look up at him, fearing that you wouldn't be able to confess if you did so.

"And I've come to really enjoy our time together… I've come to really enjoy you."

You took a final deep breath and looked up at him. He was staring at you, shocked. A small blush of his own had dusted over his cheeks.

"And I think I have come to love you."

Silence filled the respawn area, the gunshots outside suddenly becoming very noticeable again.

He looked down at the table. Just like you had. Gently, he placed the sandwich down on the table, and reached out for you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

Immediately, you leaned into him, ignoring the hardness from his vest and just enjoying the comfort.

Words wasn't shared between the two of you. Words wasn't needed to be shared between the two of you.

Despite the war outside, you felt incredibly peaceful in his arms. And you had a feeling he felt the same. It was all perfect.

"Alert! The enemy has taken our intelligence!"

Well. Maybe not that perfect.

#tf2 x reader #x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 heavy #heavy x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #oneshot #tf2 oneshot #asherxz #requested

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Cold One

TW: mentions of alcoholism, some vulgar language

Authors Note: this my first post on this account. This is based off of Shane’s two heart event from Stardew Valley, I wrote this really fast at 12 am so if anything is jumbled or doesn’t make sense I apologize!! Feel free to leave some constructive criticism and enjoy the story!

It had only been a few months since you had moved to Pelican Town, a small village nestled in between the mountains of Stardew Valley. The community was tight knit, the kind of place where everyone knew everyone. People would smile, wave, and stop to chat with you as you walked along the cobblestone sidewalks. All of your neighbours were so kind, all but one person, one man who you could not decipher.

You had heard from town gossip that Shane was an alcoholic. He’d spend every night drinking his troubles away at the saloon, drowning his thoughts in cold beer. You’d try to talk to him, but you’d be met with glaring eyes and an annoyed tone. That’s why when you saw him on the dock that night, you were hesitant to approach.

You couldn’t sleep, the sounds of crickets was deafening on the usual tranquil silence of your farm. Still in your pyjamas, you slipped on your work boots and headed out the door, needing to wear out your last bit of energy before bed.

You walked south towards the forest, taking in the beauty of the valley. Its oak trees stood tall and firm, the gentle wind making the leaves sway. Small stones crunched under your feet as you walked along the dirt path. You took a deep breath, the air entering your lungs felt so much cleaner than the air in Zuzu City where you used to inhabit.

You enter the forest and hear the soft crack of a can opening. You look out towards the dock. There sits Shane, feet resting in the water, a case of beer beside him. You debate walking by, not knowing if you could deal with his comments tonight, but he spots you and you feel obligated to at least try and chat with him. You walk down the dock, the old wood creaking with every step.

“Mind if I sit?” You ask as you approach him. You fully expect him to tell you off, but instead he shrugs,

“Why not.”

So you sit, removing your boots so you can dip your feet in the water just as he is doing. The lake is cool and the waves lap around your ankles.

“Up late huh?” Shane asks, looking out at the moonlit waters.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You reply.

“Me either. Here,” Shane reaches to his side and grabs a beer. He pops open the tab and hands it to you, “have a cold one.”

“Thanks.” You give a small smile, taking the drink from his hands.

“Buh…life.” Shane groans. Your quirk your eyebrow as you take a sip of your beer, the stale liquid hitting the back of your throat.

There’s a pause before he speaks again, “You ever feel like no matter what you do, you’re gonna fail? Like you’re stuck in some miserable abyss and you’re so deep you can’t see the light of day?”

“I used to feel that way a lot when I worked in the city. The same nine to five, the same shitty co-workers, the same dickhead boss. Moving here helped, but sometimes that feeling still creeps up.” You reply, surprised you’re letting yourself be vulnerable with a stranger, yet, for some reason, you trust him.

“I just feel like no matter how hard I try, I’m not strong enough to climb out of that hole.”

In response you down the rest of your beer. You hear Shane laugh. You look over and see him smiling at you, something you thought was impossible. You take in his features, his dark hair messily covering his forehead, his chubby cheeks sprinkled with stubble, and his sideways grin. When he’s not glaring at you, he’s a good looking guy.

“Heh fast drinker huh?” Shane smirks at you, “You take after my own heart.”

You smile back at him, placing the empty can beside you, he hands you another one. “My party days ended after college, but I still remember a thing or two.”

Shane smiles, then averts his gaze back to the lake, a solum look crossing his face, “Just don’t make it a habit…you got a future ahead of you still.”

“Maybe,” you shrug, “but tonight, I just want to drink.” You raise your can, and Shane clinks it with his, giving you a half smile.

The rest of the hour is spent listening to the soft lull of the waves and looking up at the stars. The two of you sit in silence, but it’s peaceful. Eventually, the drinks run out.

“Welp….my livers begging me to stop. Better call it a night.” Shane stands up, offering out his hand. You take it and he helps you to your feet. Together you begin to walk back to Marnie’s ranch, where Shane lives. When he reaches the door he turns to you,

“Thanks for tonight Y/N, I’ll see you around.”

You smile, “Goodnight Shane.”

#stardew valley #shane stardew valley #shane x farmer #fanfic #fanfiction #sdv shane #sdv shane x farmer #sdv shane x reader

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lucienarcheron · 10 months

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Frenzy [ Elucien ]

Prompt: Elain and Lucien like to spend their yearly mating anniversary fully wrapped in each other, sinking into a frenzy. | Originally posted on 05.17.2021

Rating: 🌶🌶🌶🌶 - Just some smut for you babes. happy elucien :D

Elain shuddered, her body slick with sweat as Lucien’s fingers slid in, out, in, out, his pacing slow, almost lazy.

His head was settled on her inner thigh and he kissed it gently then let his eyes flicker up to hers.

“Please.” she whispered softly, her hand gripping his sinful one, the other fisted in the sheets.

“I don’t think you can handle anymore, dove.” he whispered with a smile. “You’re trembling all over.”

“You’re so close. Please kiss me there.” she whined. “Please kiss me everywhere.”

Lucien chuckled, content to just sit back and watch her body tremor beneath him, his fingers keeping their lazy pace, her juices coating them.

“What if I don’t want to just kiss you?” he whispered against her skin. “What if I want to devour you whole?”

Elain bucked up her hips, a soft mewl slipping from her lips and she opened her knees wider.

“Please.” her pleading an almost sob. He had been torturing her for what felt like hours — days, leaving her on the edge and always so close but never letting her fall. He hadn’t even fucked her yet. It was only his fingers and that blessed tongue.

“How do you want me then?” he whispered again, his eyes never leaving her face, his free hand now tracing softly up her body. Between the valley of her breasts, around the delicate swell of them.

“In any way you’ll have me.” she breathed desperately.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” he said sensually, his low tone skating over her skin, goosebumps erupting all over her. “You’re just so cooperative. How should I reward you?”

“Anything, anything.”

“Anything?” he asked, a smirk forming as he chuckled darkly.

“Any way you want me, please.”

“That’s so dangerous to say, pet.” Lucien said, his thumb teasing her bundle of nerves as his fingers went even slower. “I could do so much.”

“Just please, please, please — oh.”

For Lucien had removed his fingers and buried his tongue into her, earning him a loud enough moan, he was sure the neighbors four houses down had heard.

He feasted on her, his arm pinning her waist down to the bed as he licked and sucked, his tongue diving deep into her. He groaned into her, the taste of her sweetness causing his own hips to roll into their bed as her fingers tangled into his hair and yanked.

“Yes, yes, oh yes.” Elain chanted, her back arching off the bed. “Please let me come — I’m almost there.”

Lucien’s head shot up and she let out a cry of outrage, her body twitching desperately underneath him. “No.” he ordered and shifted up. “You will come with me buried inside you or you don’t come at all.”

Without warning, he pulled her by the hips, bringing the hot center of her to his mouth, and again, Lucien let his tongue delve into her, traveling in and out then sliding to her clit and back, his pace torturous as Elain’s legs trembled around his shoulders. He kissed her noisily then pulled back, dropping her on the bed and immediately flipping her over.

Pulling her by her hips closer to him, Lucien ran a hand down Elain’s back as she eagerly spread her legs for him, shuddering as he smacked her ass. “I want you like this, on all fours with my cock buried deep in you, little dove.” he said, his chest to her back as he whispered in her ear, a hand gently gripping her jaw. He kissed the shell of her ear and she practically panted in response. “Will you have me this way?”

“Gods, yes.” she choked out, arching her hips higher for him to take — to claim.

He chuckled darkly, the octave of his voice dropping even lower as he squeezed her ass and said again, “Such a good girl.”

He kissed her shoulder then slid his other hand down to her center, teasing her once more before his hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing it slowly. Lucien teased her opening with the tip of his shaft, his smirk wicked as Elain let out a string of filthy curses. He pushed her down by the shoulders and agonizingly slow, slid just an inch into her before pulling out.

“Lucien, please.” her begging continued, and a soft laugh slipped from his lips.

“I do like it when you beg.” he said and because he could no longer handle not being buried in her, because her body was shuddering so deliciously beneath him, Lucien obliged.

He thrust into her fully, holding still as Elain let out a ragged moan and Lucien allowed her a few seconds to adjust to him fill her up before pulling out completely, then thrusting in hard once more.

Elain groaned beneath him, hands fisted in the sheets as she bucked back into him, hoping — praying for him to give her what she desperately wanted. For him to start moving but he held still.

“How much more do I have to beg?” she whined, near sobbing, turning her head to glance at him over her shoulder.

Lucien’s grin was sinful as he gently moved her hair to the side and leaned down to leave featherlike kisses along her spine until he was near her ear once more.

“Beg me one more time, Elain.” he said sweetly, his hands tightening on her hips. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to please fuck me.”

“Oh?”

“So hard I can’t move properly for the next three days.”

“That hard, hm?”

“Hard enough that everyone in this damn city will know exactly what we’re doing and who is making me moan this way.” she whispered desperately.

“And who is going to make you moan this way?” he asked, rolling his hips ever so slightly, leaving no space between their bodies. “Who is going to make you come?”

“You.” she rasped. “Only you.”

“That’s right.” he whispered and pulled out slowly for the last time. “You are mine. And I am yours. Mate.”

Lucien finally thrust his cock into her hard, filling her to the hilt and Elain let out a broken moan as Lucien began at a relentless pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room and Elain could do nothing but moan and whine and whimper enthusiastically as he filled and stretched her, driving into her body over and over again. His grip on her hips tightened enough to leave a mark as he pulled her into him, thrusting deeper.

Elain welcomed the roll of his hips and thrust back into him, matching his pace as she panted softly.

“You’re so pretty when you’re getting fucked by my cock, my love.” he grunted, and Elain flashed him a coy smile over her shoulder as her breath quickened.

“I — feel so pretty when I’m — I’m getting fucked by your cock, my love.” she replied with a breathless giggle and Lucien grinned.

His hand wrapped around her lovely throat and Lucien pulled her up, her back against his chest as he thrust up into her harder, hitting deeper. His grip tightened gently around her throat and Elain’s moan was laced with a sob as he drove into her, his pace quickening, sinking into a frantic rhythm that had Elain’s heart beating wildly.

“Lucien I’m almost —” she whimpered loudly, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back, her gasps getting louder, and her body shivered as he continued to hit the deepest spot in her.

“I know, dove.” he replied, his voice husky. His thumb caressed her throat lightly as his grip tightened a fraction. “I can hear your heart.”

“And I can hear yours.” she replied, her voice a strained whimper and Lucien thrust harder.

“Then come undone for me, Elain.” he growled. “Come all over my cock.”

And it was the dominance in his demand that finally sent her over the edge.

Elain let out a strangled cry as her walls tightened around him and her sweet release surged through her body. Lucien let go of her throat and pushed her body down, gripping her hips tightly again as his thrusts became more frantic, his grunts low and rough as Elain shuddered through her climax.

“Come inside me.” she breathed out as she slipped a hand beneath her to rub at her swollen clit. “I want you to fill me up. Drip out of me.”

“Fuck.” Lucien groaned and with a string of curses slipping from his lips, he set an even more brutal pace, Elain’s little whimpers filling the room in time with his wild thrusts.

The sight of her beneath him, her body eagerly taking all that he gave her while still touching herself and whining so beautifully was too much for Lucien and finally, he came undone.

Panting, he thrust more slowly as he emptied himself in her, and the feeling of her silken walls still clenching around him, milking him into her, had him rolling his eyes back. He breathed shakily as his hips still rolled slowly, trying to come down from this high. Even with her body still trembling beneath him, unable to fully move, Elain tried to arch her hips further for him, mewling needily as his seed started to spill out of her.

A moment passed between the two of them panting heavily before Lucien pulled out of her, dragging his seed with him. He leaned down with a breathy smirk and placed a kiss on the center of her spine, squeezing her ass. “You did so good, baby.” his voice low as she hummed in pleasure and Lucien’s expression went feral at the sight of his seed trickling out of her. “You did so good and you look so good with my come dripping out of you.”

“I love your come dripping out of me.” she whispered hoarsely and arched her hips up again for him, wiggling slightly. “I always like it when you’re on me and in me and all over me.”

Chuckling, Lucien smacked her ass again, earning him a throaty moan from Elain before she slowly turned over.

Lucien watched with delight as she spread her legs widely for him, her hand traveling to her center and all his seed still spilling out of her. Without breaking eye contact with him, Elain let her fingers delicately touch herself, rubbing and spreading his come all over her cunt.

With a needy gasp, she let her hand travel higher, spreading his seed all over her stomach and smearing it up and around her breasts. Her eyes never leaving his, she brought a finger laced with his come to her mouth and sucked noisily then let it find its way back to her folds, rubbing his come into her with a sweet little cry, squeezing a breast with the other.

Lucien immediately started to harden at the sight, and he closed his eyes, settling on his knees across from her. Licking his lips, his hand gripped his cock and slowly started to pump.

When he opened them again, he found Elain’s eyes hooded and cheeks flushed with desire as she watched him. “You aren’t satisfied with what we just did, pet? You think you can just touch yourself like that without me saying so?” he demanded quietly, and Elain quivered in need, her hand still teasing her cunt.

“I want more.” she whispered and reached out to him with her free hand. “I always want more of you.”

Grabbing both of her hands, Lucien yanked Elain up as she squealed, and he crashed his lips into hers. She melted into him, their lips making up for the lost time away from each other and Elain moaned into his mouth.

Hand fisting into her hair, Lucien bit her lower lip and groaned when her tongue brushed against his. He pulled back, breathing heavily as he looked at his mate, soft pants slipping from her swollen lips and his gaze traveled over her body covered in him.

“You want more of me?” he asked, his voice low and Elain arched her chest, breasts peaked as she nodded quickly. “Good, because you touching yourself like that and spreading me all over you makes me want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours really badly. Think you can suck me good, little dove?”

“Yes, my love. Yes.”

“You really want to suck my cock don’t you, my love?” he said gently, though a dark chuckle laced his words, his fingers tightening in her hair.

“It’s all I ever want.” she whispered eagerly, and Lucien’s grin was a feral one as Elain surged forward and started planting kisses down his chest, his hand still fisted in her hair.

Lucien growled softly and sat back on his knees, pulling her down until she was eye to eye with his hardened length. Elain let out an excited whimper, her tongue already darting out to lick her lips as Lucien guided her with his hand.

“Suck.” was his only command and Elain didn’t need to be told twice, taking him in her mouth.

She moaned in delight and Lucien rolled his head back as she swirled her tongue around him, his precome already sliding down her throat. Elain looked up at him, slowly sliding his length out of her mouth until her tongue circled just the tip, before she moaned softly again, taking more of him. Her hand slid to pump what didn’t fit in her mouth and when the tip of him hit the back of her throat, she groaned at the sensation.

Lucien let out a low grunt, his grip on her hair tightening as she quickened her pace, squeezing him a little harder. Biting his lip, he slid his hand down her body until it was between her legs, rubbing her cunt to the rhythm of her bobbing.

Elain let out a desperately filthy noise, her hips grinding against his fingers and she hummed, sucking him harder.

“You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he grounded out, his hips thrusting slightly as she hollowed her cheeks and hummed again, pumping him in her mouth. “Trying to ride my fingers while my cock is in your mouth? I can’t wait until my come is dripping out of your mouth next.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the words caused a fire to course through her. Her mouth bobbed as he rolled his hips, the hand fisting her hair guiding her back and forth. Soft gasps slipped from Elain’s mouth as he pumped himself inside her mouth, gladly taking as much of him as she could, especially as his pace started to quicken. Elain’s hand squeezed him hard, letting her teeth gently scrape against his length causing Lucien to curse and jerk into her.

“Close.” he groaned, his fingers quickening on her cunt and in return, Elain’s tongue swirled around him and she sucked harder. Glancing up at him again, Elain fingers dug into his hip to get his attention. Lucien looked down and cursed profusely as she smiled around his cock, grinding her hips into his fingers. The giggle that followed vibrated through Lucien and the very loose control he had on himself snapped. Lucien gave a low grunt, throwing his head back, fisting both hands into her hair now, and held her against him as he thrust, his release surging through him.

Elain let out a pleased hum as she tried to swallow every bit of him, some dripping out of her mouth as Lucien had wanted and her eyes never left his face as he slowed the roll of his hips. Breathing heavily, Lucien finally looked down, gently releasing her hair and brushing it back. Elain slowly released him from her mouth with a pop, her hand still gently pumping him, the remainder of his seed spilling on her hand.

She smiled coyly at him and kissed the tip, causing Lucien to shudder this time. He gazed at her fondly then reached out and removed her hand from his length, his thumb delicately wiping at her chin.

“A masterpiece.” he whispered, and Elain preened under his touch.

“Yours.” was her whisper in return.

Lucien leaned in close and kissed each eyelid softly. “Wait here.” was all he said as he slipped from their bed and all Elain could do was admire his magnificent body and lick her lips, catching her breath. He returned with a warm washcloth and with tender touches, Lucien cleaned her up, her eyes watching him adoringly.

He finished and then gently pulled her down over him as he relaxed back into their bed, both of their heartbeats still slightly erratic. Elain shuddered happily as he traced his hands all over her back, squeezing her ass as he went then back up. Without saying a word, he brushed her hair back and kissed her slightly swollen lips tenderly.

Elain arched into him, kissing him with fervor, her hands gliding across his strong body feverishly until he pulled back and chuckled at her eagerness.

“Was that good for you, my love?” she whispered.

“It was excellent, my naughty girl.” he whispered to her, pulling her face closer to him and leaving a trail of kisses on her jawline. “Was it good for you? Are you okay, my love?”

She grinned at him, her cheeks flushing as she wrapped her legs with his. “I’m perfect. Very satisfied.”

Lucien chuckled, his hands sliding down her legs. “Is that so? You didn’t get to finish the second time before I did though.” he said softly, his fingers still trailing up and down her body. For he couldn’t stop touching her and she couldn’t stop touching him.

The primal urge of the mating bond always lit a flame especially hot this time of year but the well of affection and love they had for each other always made it even more intense.

“I can think of a way for you to make it up for me.” she said with a grin.

“So can I.” he growled playfully and Elain giggled. “I was thinking about making you come all over my face so I can suffocate happily but if you have other ideas...”

She flushed in delight. “I thought you got enough of a taste of me already?”

“I could spend an eternity between your legs and never have enough.” he said huskily and Elain shivered with another giggle.

“Let me have you at my mercy for a little while then.” she whispered and with a seductive smile, she rolled over and slowly straddled him, leaning back slightly to give him the perfect view of where she wanted his mouth to be next. “And after I’m done tormenting you, you can do whatever else you want with me.”

Lucien’s smirk was wolffish. “Is that so, pet?” He said lowly, his hands traveling down her sides and back up to squeeze her breasts firmly causing Elain’s eyes to flutter shut for a moment. “Whatever else I want?”

Elain bit her lip, the sensation of his hands on her already igniting the urge in her body again. “I have nowhere else to be than at your mercy.” She replied and looked him in the eyes as she licked her lip. “...What do you say?”

Lucien’s only response was a growl as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her right down onto his sinful mouth without a warning. She arched into his tongue with a loud cry and knew that whatever day and time they finished thoroughly loving each other, movement of any kind would be strictly off the table.

#elucien #elucien fanfics #soft dom!lucien with very bratty and eager sub!elain #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #gfics #acotar fanfiction #fic: frenzy

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andguesswhat · 28 days

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Okay, why the hell not? For the Dune promo, my head had come up with a story about Jack without asking, for various reasons though it never made it completely onto paper.

But now that it's Jack's birthday... I thought maybe I'd just post the beginning as a birthday present… lol

But don’t worry, Jack, it’s rather harmless, I would say.

The shield that you own

Jack grabbed Tim under the arms to hold him better. Even though Tim was as light as a feather, they were all uncontrollably heavy when drunk. Tim giggled at the contact, his head falling heavily onto Jack's shoulder.

"What kind of bodyguard are you? ... Are you trying to tickle me to death? You should know by now that I'm ticklish!" Tim's voice was slurred and mumbling and the tone became childish and provocative, when he continued, "You could carry me...?"

Without responding, Jack dragged Tim further through the hotel room door, half supporting, half pulling, under his arm, around his waist, just where his balance was giving way, while trying not to lose Tim’s jacket that he already had taken off. Of course, he could have carried him instead, this skinny little creature who was nevertheless lighter when drunk than some when sober, but there was more than one reason to avoid it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tim curl his lips into an exaggerated pout. "You're never any fun, Jack!"

Jack raised his eyebrows as if to say "Really?" but ignored Tim's comment apart from that as well as Tim's far-too-close lips, from which a whiff of tequila emanated, and concentrated instead on getting Tim to the bed.

They were in Mexico city, a huge premiere of Dune 2 in this huge city had just taken place this evening and the after party hadn't been wild, but it had apparently been enough to make Tim giggle uncontrollably. Sometimes it didn't take much for the adulation of the masses to get him drunk. First the senses were hyped, wide smile, wide eyes, wide talk, than followed giddy drunkenness.

At the bed, Jack let go of Tim so he could fall onto the bed, but Tim didn't let go of him, so Jack toppled over with him. He tried to catch himself with his hands, but he couldn't catch his whole body, so his face brushed Tim's cheek and his nose buried deep down in those god damn dark curls.

Tim giggled beneath him. And Jack decided to give himself a millisecond. They were familiar with each other, very familiar, also physically, and yet this closeness always did something to him.

The soft tickle of the curls on his skin and the smell of Jamie's hair styling products in his nose made Jack close his eyes for another millisecond.

Then the two milliseconds were over and he sat up again, ignoring the vague tugging in his body, heart as loins, instead lifted Tim's legs onto the bed and set about removing his boots while Tim rolled on the bed and grumbled like a drunken teen.

It wasn't that often that Tim got drunk, but it wasn't the first time either. Jack knew Tim liked the buzz, even if he was too worried to indulge in it too often.

In a fit of energy Tim humped the bed, “Goddd… Austin was looking sex-ayyy tonight, right? Wanted to fuck him right there.”

Jack ignored the comment, pulled on the second boot and placed it next to the bed.

Tim lifted his head and looked at him, "I can't believe you put them on the floor, instead of just letting them fall!" He sounded somehow shocked, admiring and teasing at the same time.

Jack laughed. He liked it when Tim made fun of him, it was always... affectionate.

But then Tim closed his eyes again and Jack could see the buzz working in his head. He let his gaze linger on Tim's face.

The face of an innocent angel. He resisted the impulse to brush a curl of hair from this face. The angel was not meant for him.

It was time to go.

Jack adjusted his jacket, "Do you need anything?" With the last of his strength, Tim straightened up, grabbed Jack's arm and pulled him onto the bed so that Jack ended up lying next to him. "Don't go," Tim's breath hitched against Jack’s face. Again Jack closed his eyes for a moment. He had been so determined that it wouldn't happen again and now he had to admit to himself that he had only deceived himself.

For a while they just lay there, Tim breathing, searching his way through the grogginess, Jack watching him, feeling the gentle ripples of air on his face with every breath Tim took…

When Tim's head carousel seemed to slow down a little, Tim laid his hands on Jack's face. "It was awesome, wasn't it?" His eyes opened briefly before closing again. "All those crowds..." Yes, the fans, the crowds, the masses... Tim loved that. Bathing in the crowd, being admired by the masses. The crowd electrified him, turned him on. Made him horny. And now the thought of it was apparently enough to reawaken his sex drive.

Tim rubbed his crotch lightly against Jack's thigh. An audible gasp.

Jack bit his lower lip. Then another rub.

Tim's breathing a little louder this time, Tim's cock noticeably harder.

The desire spread through Tim's tired body, waking him up, making him more alert and horny by the second until it finally took over. Tim swung himself over Jack, propped himself up with his hands to the right and left of Jack, his head lowered, his curls in free fall, and looked at him with a glazed expression. He looked so beautiful, so hot. Jack couldn't say it any other way. It wasn't his fault he was getting weak. Tim lowered his pelvis, rubbing against his, pressing their hard cocks together. Almost automatically Jack went to Tim's cock, squeezed it through his pants and Tim groaned. Jack knew what this was all about, what Tim wanted. And even if Jack didn't necessarily want to admit it to himself, he wanted nothing more than to fulfill Tim's wish. Tim humped into Jack's hand, moaning, and Jack's fingers eventually found their way into his pants, under his underpants, feeling the warmth, the soft skin, and wrapped around Tim's hard cock as Tim's moans vibrated louder and louder through his body. Tim's glazed look was both present and absent. As if he wanted to take Jack back there to the masses again. They had both experienced it, had both been there, how the crowds had loved Tim, had wanted him. If it had been up to them, they would have all wanted to touch him, grab him, tear his clothes off, and if it had been up to Tim, Tim would have wanted that too, to feel that love, on his body, hands on his bare and naked skin, fingers reaching for him, digging into his flesh, mouths kissing and tongues licking every inch of him, wanting him, loving him, bringing him to climax. Jack was sure Tim was having sex with all those people in his head right then when Jack pumped him hard, Tim’s gaze dark, his lips moist. It didn't take long now, Tim was exhausted, this wasn't about maximizing pleasure, about extensive sex. What had built up had to come out. Jack felt the hard cock twitch, smelled the sex already, and Tim came with a loud moan. "Ahh!" The cum was warm and sticky on Jack's fingers. Jack knew what it tasted like. Tim dropped down close to Jack and again the damn curls tickled Jack's nose. Tim reached tiredly and lazily for Jack's cock.

It wasn't half-hearted, but it was far from promising either. "You don't need to-" Jack said. "No, I don't want you -" "No, it's okay." Tim rubbed his nose tiredly against Jack's shoulder. "Sure?" "Yeah..." "I'll make it good for you another time, okay?" Jack laughed softly. Tim snuggled up to him. "Sorry, I stained your suit." "It's okay." It wasn't the first time. Jack tried to straighten up. "But I should go now." Tim's heavy arm across him stopped him. "No… Don't be stupid." Jack took a deep breath, for a while wondering if he should insist. For his own self, which would only nag him again tomorrow.

But he was pretty inept at letting Tim down. Always had been. "Can I at least take my jacket off?" He tried to take it lightly. "Yeah sorry..." Tim took his arm away. Jack took off his jacket, half rose from the bed to throw it over the back of the chair, took off his shoes and deliberately dropped them on the floor. Tim chuckled with half-closed eyes. "Good for you!" Jack smiled, albeit a little melancholically, and lay back down in bed a little away from Tim, but Tim immediately moved and cuddled up to him. "Did you see the girl who wanted the tattoo and what I wrote?" Tim asked quietly and dreamily. "Of course." Tim always wanted Jack to hear everything funny he said or did. "Man, I was shaking so much..." Yes, Jack had noticed that.

It was always fascinating to Jack that some things never changed. Of course, Tim was an old hand on the red carpet by now, and even if he knew by now how to hide it very well, the crowds not only electrified him, they also still intimidated him as hell. "I felt you behind me," Tim whispered quietly. "You know when I leaned up to that fan? You stepped up, too. I was so glad that I had you in my back." "It's my job."

"You took care of me."

Tim looked Jack deep into his eyes, not drunk, but not sober either, and gently pressed his lips to Jack's. "I couldn't do any of this without you, you know that, right?" Jack held his breath, looked at Tim, although he wanted nothing else than to close his eyes.

And he didn't know if he hated Tim more for saying that, or himself for wanting to believe it. ***

#how the hell should I tag this #timothée chalamet #timothée chalamet fanfic #Is there already a story about Timmy's bodyguard?#There would also be Charmie coming up but not in the beginning so I skip that too #yeah well whatever #Jack's birthday #can you believe it jack?#you made it into a fanfic!#though I don't think that a lot of people we'll read it #it doesn't fit the scheme #but happy birthay anyway #jackpatron6 #weird right?

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A Diamond in The Rough

SFW (Yandere!Loki x Plus Size!Reader)

Part 2

If you are uncomfortable with yandere content do not proceed with this post

There's an intense pressure present in the air between you and Loki as you two sat across from each other in a cafe near his apartment, one of his chose of course. A soft thanks to the cashier sends them rushing back to the counter from the awkward silence.

You let out a yawn as Loki pulls out his phone probably typing away to one of his business partners. Or maybe was it his mother? Insulting you no less about the outfit you chose today while she tells him that he worries too much.

You're chewing your lip at the thought when Loki sighs, "Despite this being only a simple cafe I'd aspect some decorum from you."

"You call me after a week of silence and start with an underhanded insult how very like you," you roll your eyes and pick up the drink scrunching your nose up at the smell. "This is not what I ordered."

"Of course, I had them replace it with something more fitting." Loki smiles to himself as he takes a sip from his drink. "But in my defense you were the one who cut off contact with me"

Great. You place the drink down and take a deep breath, "Do you remember anything before that?"

"Other than being a gentleman and all around perfect boyfriend? Nothing."

Leaning into the table tou talk in a low tone to not catch the attention of anyone in the cafe. "Loki, I'm not in a joking mood. I meet one of your business partners for the first time and you tell them I'm you're assistant? Are you that much of an asshole? Do you not respect me."

"You were not looking up to par when we met," Loki shrugs. "Don't worry I'll clear everything up once we fix a few things."

"What things?"

"Well." He waves a hand at you. "While my family and I are accepting of how you look I can't really say others will. But dear just know I only say this from the bottom of my heart, I care.

Your face feels hot as you hold back tears, "Loki, am I some kind of embrassment to you. Do you even love me? Hell do you even like me? What was the point of us even being together."

Loki's cold slender hands offer no little comfort as he pets your cheek, "You my love are the most precious jewel to me. And as so you must be polished so the world can see it too. Don't you agree? I'm simply doing my best to give you the life you deserve, you should be grateful."

Grateful. Maybe he's right, he bought you expensive gifts. Treats you nicely, introduced you to his parents despite your lower status. It makes sense to try and form yourself into something worth his time. But what about those nights where he said he loved you just as you were. Kissing your scars, tracing your stretchlines... Was that all a lie?

You're gentle when you remove his hand from your cheek and offer a small smile. "Yes, let me be grateful for everything you've done for me. Starting with this drink here."

Picking up the cold drink you take off the lid and drop the contents on his head, making sure it poured down onto his expensive suit. You stand pulling out your wallet and tossing the emergency card he given you. "Loki Laufeyson, I never want to see your face again. We're done, fuck you and fuck whatever this was."

The chair scratches at the tile as you stand and ignore the chatter from the other cafe guests but Loki grabs at your wrist before you can pull away.

Wiping away the hair sticking on his face and you're hit with his bright green eyes with an intensity you’ve never seen before. "You're making a big mistake, darling. If you say sorry I might still forgive you."

It's a struggle to get out of his grip but you yank your arm free, feeling the pain from his tight grip. "I don't need forgiveness I just want you to be gone from my life."

You walk out the cafe feeling vindicated clutching your bag and refusing to look back. But the throb of your wrist and the look Loki gave you leaves an unsettling feeling in your heart.

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queerpumpkinnn · 2 years

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Kinktober 22nd: Like A Bitch In Heat

aka breeding with Wolfstar

2.5k words

Summary: Remus and Sirius train you to take both of them at once.

Pairing: Wolfstar x reader

Content warnings: pet play, slight degradation, breeding kink, collar and leash, mentions of pregnancy, smoking, dumbification, some Remus x Sirius action, thigh riding, double penetration, oral sex (both receiving), squirting, let me know if I missed something

You watched in awe as Remus placed his lips around the joint once again, inhaling. He was leaning against the post of his bed, lost in thought with his eyes fixated on the cluster of posters pinned up to the wall. The sound of the shower running played faintly in the back of your mind.

You'd never fully get over how pretty he was, you thought. His hair, warm to match the tones in the dormitory and oh-so soft-looking, fell over his forehead and cast shadows over his brows, which were tugged together in thought. His fingers found the blunt resting in his mouth and removed it to make way from the soft smoke falling from his lips. Those lips, that only needed speak to have you melting. His nimble, long fingers that worked magic on you- just the thought had your legs pressing together. His eyes, deep and thoughtful and staring right at you.

"Pup?" He turned, still leaning on the bedpost, to face you. You blinked a few times, pulled from your trance. Remus was watching you. "You want a hit?"

You shook your head, still watching him, a bit embarrassed that he had caught you staring. The thoughts that had engulfed you while you shamelessly admired him made it worse, a strong blush warming your face.

"Then why're you staring at me, huh?" He teased, pushing off of the post to stand in front of you at the edge of his bed. He towered over your frame on the bed, staring down at you. The proximity and the teasing rendered you speechless, and your head only dropped.

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when Remus chuckled, putting out his near-used blunt. "I think I know what's going on." A curled finger pressed under your chin, his knuckle pulling you to face him. His eyes were a great difference from a mere minute ago. They were mirth filled with something else you couldn't quite describe but knew by heart. "You were checking me out, huh?"

You nodded ever so slightly, heart pulsing. Remus' eyes flitted around your face for a bit, lingering at your body. "Yeah, thought so. Wanting somethin', pup?"

You nodded again, breath stuttering. His grin only widened. "Tell me."

You didn’t even have the grace to be ashamed at your own lust as you whispered, "touch me. Please."

Remus was happy to oblige, kissing you softly and slowly. He pulled his free hand from his pocket and placed it on your thigh, squeezing affectionately. His bed sunk under his weight when he put a knee on the bed, pressing your knees to move them apart. You let out a soft moan when his thigh pressed against your core. You began rolling your hips against him, searching for more friction.

"Aw, you like that?" Remus cooed, dragging his hand from your chin to your throat, down your collarbones.

You hummed, moving a little more eagerly. "Need you. Need your cock."

To emphasize your statement, you grabbed his thigh with both hands to steady it, grinding with more fervor. Gasps and high moans spilled from you at the delicious friction, and Remus watched with fascination as you ground against him, so desperate and so affected by so little. The thin fabric of your sleeping shorts did little to prevent the feeling, but you resented them because you needed more. You needed him inside of you.

He sounded almost sympathetic in his response. "Pup, I can't do that just yet. Might split you in half. I need to get you ready first, yeah?"

Neither of you had noticed it, but somewhere along the line, the shower had been turned off, and the door to the bathroom had opened. You only noticed when Sirius cleared his throat and you both turned to look at him. You had to crane your neck to look around Remus' body.

While Remus was never the type to walk around the dormitory shirtless, Sirius certainly was. Sweatpants hung low on his hips, almost teasingly. A bulge had begun to form in his pants. His pale skin contrasted the ink that decorated his chest and arms. Droplets of water dripped from his hair onto his torso, his hair curlier from being wet. Sirius was watching both of you with amusement- a look very similar to the one Remus had given you when he realized you'd been checking him out.

"Having fun, I see." Sirius quipped, walking towards the bed to stand beside Remus and watch you. Remus pulled him into a kiss, and you quivered at the sight. You whined, partially at the lack of attention and partially because they were so fucking hot.

"Aw, poor thing." Sirius gave a false pout after pulling away from Remus. "Are you feeling needy, pup?"

You nodded eagerly, the prospects of having the both of them making you nearly jump with excitement.

"Been begging for cock all night."

Sirius grinned, brows raising. "Is that so?"

You nodded, face warm and cunt throbbing. Your shyness was beginning to fade, replacing itself with pure need.

"I think we can fix that. Fill you up real nice, right puppy?" Remus kissed you on the forehead, stepping away and finding the dresser near the bed, rummaging around in the top drawer until pulling out a strip of leather with a little silver tag dangling from the middle. A small chain was clasped to one end of the collar, the handle around Remus' fingers.

"Got you this last time I was out. Thought you might want to try it on."

You nodded eagerly, pulling your hair out of the way so that Remus could pull it. He spent a minute adjusting it so that it wasn't too tight, then turning it so that the tag rested against the dip between your collarbones. You felt very small under the hungry gaze of both boys, whose eyes were fixed on your neck.

"Fuck, Moony, that's the best idea you've had yet." Sirius groaned, running the pad of his thumb over the engraving. You couldn't see what was on the tag, but you had a pretty good idea what it said.

Sirius' hand slid from the collar to your shoulder, rubbing his thumb in a coaxing manner. "You want cock, sweetheart? You can have it. Hands and knees." His finger made a turning motion, almost as if telling you to roll over.

You didn't need to be told twice, positioning yourself and eagerly awaiting the boys to follow. Remus found a place in front of you while Sirius was on his knees on the bed behind you, kneading your ass. Remus stroked your cheek with his fingers, soothing your nerves. It was a stark contrast to the bulge straining his jeans right in front of your face.

"Doin' okay, pup?" He asked softly. You let out an 'uh huh', mouth watering at the thought of taking him.

Noticing your staring (again), Remus smirked to himself, undoing his belt and tugging his pants down enough to pull his leaking cock out and holding it out for you.

"Go on." He told you, a thin layer of sternness under his tone. Eagerly you began kitten licking his tip, earning a low groan from the brunet in front of you. At the same time, Sirius had begun stroking your cunt, collecting your slick and spreading it around until he found your clit, appeasing the ache with firm, slow circles. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the sensation and you moaned unabashedly on Remus' cock.

"Fuck, you should see yourself right now." Remus groaned when you began suckling on his tip, letting out little moans. His eyes raked over your face, your body, stopping to watch Sirius work you up. He was damn good at it, you could feel him lapping you up like you were his last meal. One of his hands was firmly gripping the back of your thigh, the other was teasing circles at your entrance.

What really got Remus worked up-paired with your enthusiastic desire to suck the ever-loving hell out of his cock, was watching Sirius grind his hips against the bed when he tasted you. He tapped the side of your head, signaling you to come off him. You pulled away, looking up at him curiously.

"Look at Sirius, pup." You turned around, eyes widening as you took in the sight of Sirius' hips working against the sheets. A tent had been pitched in his sweatpants and a wet patch formed. Your mouth would have gone dry if it wasn't coated with Remus' precum.

You looked back at Remus, then to Sirius. "See what you're doing to him? Making him feel good too."

Eventually, Sirius notices both of you staring, looking up. He gives a dumb, shit-eating grin (though no less cum-worthy), and sits up. You couldn't help but stare- he was covered in a thin sheen of sweat (though half of it was from his wet hair, god his hair was sexy), your wetness smeared down his chin glinting in the light. His hands, also drenched from being inside of you previously, fell to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them down to pool at his ankles and reveal his cock, standing ready and weeping for you.

"Think you're ready to take my cock, pup?" Sirius teased, hand falling to his dick, palming over the top and stroking slowly. You nodded frantically, and Sirius almost laughed at how eager you were. Could never get enough, he thought. Sirius shifted towards you, lining himself up. Before he entered however, he decided to tease you by dragging the tip of his cock through your folds a bit, tapping it against your clit. You jolted forward, mouth falling open in a half-moan, half-gasp.

Remus took this as an opportunity to put his cock back in your mouth, taking you slightly by surprise. Not long after, Sirius pushed into you, filling you up slowly. The stretch burned- you don't think you'd ever truly get used to his size- but it was definitely worth the feeling of his tip prodding the spot inside you that had you crying out, muffled on Remus' cock.

Despite having taken them both on numerous occasions, the feeling of the weight on your tongue and your pussy trying to swallow Sirius' cock never failed to make you see stars, and it certainly never failed to please them either. You could hear their pleasure, their groans mixing in your ears.

It wasn't long before Remus' cum was shooting down your throat. You did your best to swallow around him, taking it all and making sure none went to waste. By the sound of it, Sirius wasn't very far behind.

Just as Remus was pulling out of your mouth, only connected by a thin trail of what was likely a mix of spit and cum, Sirius was gripping your hips harder, his own stuttering as he emptied into you. You could feel it dripping down your thighs as Sirius' cock went soft inside you. The two of them stilled for a few moments, taking it in. It didn't take long before Sirius noticed his cum spilling out of you.

"Fuck. Pup, I need you to sit on Moony's cock, yeah? Need to keep my cum stuffed in you."

Remus helped turn you around so that you were on his lap, back flush against his chest. He guided your hips down onto his cock, which hadn't taken long to get hard again. You were facing Sirius, who was stroking himself, eyeing your cunt, which was filled on full display to him.

You shivered when it hit you what was going to happen. He was going to put his cock inside you right next to Remus'. The thought of taking both of them at the same time had you dizzy with heat.

"Need to keep you nice and full with our cum, yeah?" Sirius groaned, pushing into you slowly. You gave a weak cry, gripping Sirius' shoulders for support. Your fingernails dug into his skin as he bottomed out.

"Answer, pup." Sirius jerked his hips, indicating that he needed an answer.

"Yes. Please, fill me up. I need your cocks, need all of it. Need you to fuck me." You gasped out when he began moving slowly. Remus followed, rolling his hips into you from underneath.

"Oh yeah? Look at you, so cock drunk. You've got two inside you right now and you still want more. Greedy little thing, aren't you?" Sirius' words barely registered in your foggy brain as you were lost in the feeling the two were supplying. "Just think how pretty you'd look if we fucked a baby into you. With your belly and tits swelled up all nice."

You could only respond with babbled 'yes's and pleases, urging them to go on.

"Think they like that, Padfoot. You want us to breed you, pup? Keep you stuffed full of cum?"

Their words groaned into your ear and cocks ramming into you sent you toppling over the edge, vision going white even behind your eyelids. Hot waves of pleasure washed over you. Sirius' mouth was attached to your neck and chest, alternating between sucking possessive marks onto you and taking the tag of your collar in his mouth. Remus' grip on the leash tightened, pulling you closer to him. Through your ecstasy you could feel your cum wetting your thighs, as well as Remus' and Sirius' groans growing louder.

"Merlin, pup, you just squirted." When you opened your eyes, you saw Sirius with a look on his face that said he was pleasantly surprised, eyes locked onto your used cunt, which was still faintly throbbing around both of them.

You were too exhausted to respond, still in that hazy state. All you could do was nod.

"Think our pup is too fucked out to notice, Pads." Remus chuckled, pulling you off of him and lying you down gently before the bed lifted at the absence of his weight when he left for the bathroom.

It was just you and Sirius now, who was rubbing your thighs affectionately and kissing your forehead, moving your hair out of your sticky face. "Did so good for us, pup. Couldn't ask for better."

You hummed, closing your eyes at his caring touch. You heard Remus coming back into the room, cleaning you up. You jerked a little, but when he was done you had melted. Sirius had to carry you onto your own bed where it was clean, crawling in with you and cradling you into him. Remus joined the two of you shortly, chin resting on your shoulder and kissing the back of your neck.

And truthfully, you don't think you've slept so good in your life.

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