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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 6 months

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Hi!!! How’s it going?

I have a brain cleansing idea 😂

So Hunter is always alert and worried about everyone. How about the reader trying to sooth his worries late at night? Kissing his hands, stroking his hair. With him laying his head in the crook of your neck or trying to hear the steady rhythm of a heartbeat 😭😭. Whatever floats your boat.

Feel free to change things up to your liking (if you like my idea). It can be an established relationship or a friends to lovers thing, whatever you prefer,

Don’t forget to take breaks and to prioritise your health

♡

Hi anon! Thanks for the request. I loved this idea, so I ran with it and tweaked it ever so slightly. Thank you for the little reminder to take breaks - I've been a bit burned out with work, but writing this brought me joy 💕

For a while, I’ve wanted to do a HC’s piece on the Batch looking after reader who has chronic migraines (super self-indulgent), but giving Hunter the migraine worked in this story, so poor bby suffers a little. But it’s okay; he also gets cuddles and love 😂

A Moment of Stillness

Worrying and caring about his brothers all the time weighs heavy on Hunter. So, it’s a good job you’re there to worry and care about him.

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: fluff, sweetness, comfort, mutual pining, use of strong prescription medicine for migraine, very light scent kink/Hunter finds readers scent comforting, pet names, cuddles, confessions of love, friends to lovers, first kiss.

Another storm had rolled in, the crack of lightning throwing flashes of bright light across your room and the rumble of thunder creating white noise as you worked late into the evening. Several mission reports had already been completed and submitted, but there was still a small stack. That was the downside of sending the boys on back-to-back missions.

Twirling your stylus in one hand, your chin rested in the other, elbow perched on the edge of your desk as you stared off through the window, watching the rain lash against the transparasteel. When you had signed up to assist the GAR, you’d anticipated adventure and thrills, near-death experiences and seeing more of the galaxy. Instead, you had politics to play with Command, bad news to break to your boys when the next mission would see them needed on a skughole of a planet, and an endless supply of paperwork. But you were doing your bit – playing your part and keeping the wheels of the GAR turning. And, ultimately, that was what you’d wanted.

A light rap at your door captured your attention between the rumbles of thunder. Abandoning your desk, stylus discarded next to your datapad, you moved across the small room you’d been given in Tipoca City. It wasn’t much, but within these four walls, you could escape. The door slid open quietly, and a soft smile crossed your lips at the sight that greeted you.

“Hey, cyar’ika.” The smoky rasp of Hunter’s voice felt like a warm blanket on a winter’s day. Eight months, you’d been working with him and his brothers, feeding them missions, directing them to the nearest outposts for supplies, and cheating the system occasionally to get them any extras they needed. They were the closest thing you had to family out here, and the longer you spent with them, the more you grew attached to them – especially to Hunter.

As you moved aside to let Hunter in, the dark circles under his eyes looked worse than before, and every step he took was slower than usual, like the weight of the galaxy rested on his broad shoulders. It wasn’t uncommon for them to swing by when they were back on Kamino, usually to drag you to their barracks for a catch-up, but something about this visit felt different.

“Hey, H.” You answer gently, sliding effortlessly into the small nickname you’d adopted for him, the door shutting once he was inside. “It’s good to see you.”

With a weary sigh, Hunter lifted a hand and rubbed at his forehead. He was exhausted, still in pain from a few injuries he’d sustained at the start of their recent back-to-back missions, and the storm had been the final straw, frazzling his senses and dragging in a migraine. While he loved his brothers dearly, they’d started their usual rounds of bickering and chatter the moment they’d stepped foot in their barracks and, in need of peace, Hunter’s feet had guided him to you.

“Here…” You kept your voice low, pulling out the chair at your desk for Hunter to sit. As he lowered himself gingerly into the seat, you rooted around in the fresher for your medkit. As you turned back to the room, your heart ached. Hunter was propping his head up with one hand, not too dissimilar to the way you’d been earlier, but his eyes were closed, brows furrowed in pain. While you appreciated that his senses were a benefit out on the frontlines, you wanted to shoot whichever Kaminoan had decided having the ability to sense electromagnetic fields would be fantastic for someone whose home was on a stormy planet.

Quietly, you approached, pulling a small blue box from the medkit. Prying it open, you popped one of the pills from its packet. “Take this.” You murmured, waiting for Hunter’s eyes to open.

Hunter had heard your approach and slowly opened his eyes at your words. He had mixed feelings about the pill you offered up – one of your personal ones, prescribed for your own migraines. The side effects you experienced were intense; he’d witnessed it firsthand while looking after you a few times. He’d only used them once before, and the side effects, thanks to his mutations, were even worse. However, he knew that come morning, should he take the tablet, his migraine would be gone. He could regroup and refocus on the next mission.

It was worth the side effects for sweet relief.

Reaching out with one hand, he took the tablet from you, placing it onto his tongue. The medicinal tang as it fizzled made him grimace, a film coating his mouth as it dissolved. Before it kicked in, he’d have ten minutes to return to his barracks. Summoning his little energy, Hunter pushed himself up to stand, using your desk to keep his balance.

“You’re not going anywhere.” You insisted, a firmness to your voice that brokered no argument. “You won’t make it back there before collapsing from exhaustion. Take my bunk.” You gestured to the bed pressed up against the far wall. The standard issue linens had been replaced long ago with softer sheets. Extra pillows had been procured, and Lula sat nestled against them. Wrecker often handed her to you before they left, asking you to look after her until he returned. You weren’t sure if the gentle giant was doing it to try and comfort you – to reassure you they’d be back – or whether he did it because he didn’t want to risk her being misplaced. Either way, she kept you company. And the smile on Wrecker’s face whenever you returned her was brighter than Tatooine’s two suns.

“Don’t want to get in your way.” Hunter mumbled, wincing at the pounding in his head and the slight bout of nausea that rolled through him.

“I wasn’t asking, I was telling.” You double-down, taking matters into your own hands as you guided him the few steps across the room to your bed. Easing him down onto the edge of the mattress, you started to unfasten his armour. Working quickly, you unlatched each piece and set it down neatly beside your bed until he was left in nothing but his blacks. It bothered you a little that they were dirty, and he was about to get into your nice clean bed, having spent Maker knows how long wearing them, but you pushed that aside as you pulled back the sheets for him.

A tattooed hand wrapped around your wrist, and you paused in your actions, head tilting to look up into Hunter’s tired eyes. “I know you.” His voice was whisper soft, words blending a little as the medication started to kick in. You watched as he let go of you, hands slowly dragging the top half of his blacks off, depositing it onto the floor. His pants came next, kicked off haphazardly before he slumped into the bed and closed his eyes.

Most of the time, you saw the boys in their armour, sometimes just in their blacks, and on one occasion, you’d accidentally walked into their barracks just as Crosshair had been coming out of the fresher, copping a load of the man with just a towel around his waist. You’d been mortified, cheeks warming as you turned around quickly to offer privacy. He’d found it hilarious, smirk tugging at his lips as he’d made a risqué comment.

Now, you had a near-naked Hunter in your bed.

Mild panic laced through you, along with appreciation and a coil of heat. Hunter was a good-looking man who you cared for deeply, and you were a red-blooded woman. And those abs of his…

With a shake of your head, you composed yourself and lifted the sheets to cover him.

Hunter couldn’t help the slight hum of appreciation he let out as you placed the sheets over him. Your bed was much comfier than the thin mattresses he and his brothers had in their barracks, and the extra pillows felt like clouds. Not to mention, everything around him smelt like you - a soft, floral scent he’d grown to adore. Another noise slid past his lips as he felt your fingers in his hair, gently undoing the knot of his bandana. The fabric slipped away, and while he felt naked without it, he knew it would otherwise bother him while he slept.

Confident Hunter wouldn’t go anywhere, you laid his bandana on your nightstand. Turning to finish some more reports while he rested, the low rasp of his voice stopped you. “Stay with me?”

“I’m right here.” You countered gently, brows drawing downwards. You weren’t about to leave him in the room to fend for himself.

Reaching out blindly, Hunter patted the vacant spot in the bed. “You’re not.”

A soft laugh escaped you. “H…” You whispered, wanting nothing more than to comfort him but at the same time not wanting to make things weird.

“Please.” Hunter persisted.

You really couldn’t deny him anything, especially when he was unwell and vulnerable. “Alright.” You conceded, returning to the bed. Hand sliding under the sheets in the vacant spot, you found your sleep shirt. Turning your back, you quickly changed and slid into the bed. Reaching up to the panel in the wall, you adjusted the lights – turning them off entirely and plunging the room into darkness would force Hunter’s other senses to overcompensate, so instead, you settled on a dim glow.

As you settled beside Hunter, the room became a cocoon of warmth and soft shadows. The storm outside continued, but it was tranquil within the small confines of your room. Silence lingered for a moment, broken only by the rhythmic patter of rain on the window. Hunter moved slightly onto his side, trying to find a more comfortable position. He was restless, his breathing uneven, and you could tell that the pain and exhaustion were still sitting heavily with him. Without a word, you shifted closer to try and offer some comfort, and Hunter took the invitation.

Although his mind was starting to go blissfully foggy as the medication worked its magic, Hunter’s heart felt as if it were racing. For months, he’d played his cards close to his chest, quietly admiring you, enduring the teasing from his brothers whenever they noticed his gaze lingering on you, and yet now he was sharing a bed with you.

As you shifted towards him, laying on your back, he scooted in and closed the gap between you. Carefully, he slid an arm around your middle, fingers finding your waist as he pressed against you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Nose pressed to your throat, he inhaled deeply, his overworked senses relaxing as he was surrounded by nothing but you – your scent, your heartbeat, the rise and fall of your torso with every breath you took.

Your hand found its way to his hair, fingers smoothing through the brown curls, nails dragging lightly over his scalp. The tension in his muscles gradually gave way to relaxation, and, in the darkness, the worries that had weighed on Hunter’s shoulders dissipated, replaced by the comforting warmth of your presence.

For a while, neither of you spoke, content in the quiet. Hunter’s breathing evened out, signalling that the pain and stress were finally loosening their grip on him. “Need anything?” You whispered, breaking the silence.

A low, almost content hum vibrated against your neck as Hunter nuzzled closer. “No, ’m good.” He admitted, the words muffled against your skin. “Thanks to you.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Anytime, H.” As the storm outside began to calm down, you found yourself lost in thought again. The war raged on, and the future remained uncertain. “I worry about you.” You confessed, your fingers still moving through his hair. “The constant missions, the danger you face, the weight on your shoulders. It’s a lot.”

Hunter lifted his head slightly to meet your gaze in the dim light. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, were hazy and soft. “Worry about you too. But we’ve got each other.” Hunter’s words were slower than usual as he struggled to piece them together through the brain fog.

You could only nod in response as Hunter dipped his head back down, pressing his face back to where it had been before. “Smell good.” He mumbled, uncaring in the moment to censor himself.

You chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through your chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever received that compliment before. But thank you.” Amusement curled through your words.

“Appreciate you. Can rely on you.” Hunter continued, unable to stop the honest words from coming out, his voice a mere murmur against your skin. He shifted, his arm tightening around you. The medication was working in full force, but he fought against it a little longer. “Need to say something.” He whispered.

Tilting your head to look at him, the dim glow revealed the faint outline of his face as he pressed his nose to your pulse point. “What is it?” You asked, curiosity lacing your words.

Hunter didn’t want to make things awkward or weird, but at the same time, he didn’t want to keep hiding things from you. And now felt as good a time as any to come clean. “I care about you. A lot.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and that earlier warmth in your body grew hotter. Hunter’s admission hung in the air.

Hunter shifted again, focusing on your delicate scent and the slightly quickened thud of your heart. His fingers on your waist started to rub soft, clumsy circles. “Think I’m in love with you.” Nervousness rolled through him. “Didn’t plan on sayin’ it like this, but I can’t keep pretendin'.” Pushing the words out took monumental effort, but he wouldn’t let sleep pull him under until he’d said his piece.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, and a sense of rightness filtered through you. “You mean you didn't plan on saying it while heavily medicated?” You couldn’t help but tease, your voice soft but steady. Hunter’s low grunt of agreement, his warm breath fanning across your skin, drew a smile from you. “You should know you’re not alone in feeling that way.” You confessed quietly, figuring it only fair that you also laid your cards on the table.

Delight bloomed in Hunter’s chest, and he inhaled deeply, his grip on you tightening. “You mean...?”

“Yeah.” You confirmed as your hand moved, fingers trailing across the darkened half of his face.

Contentment washed over him, his earlier nervousness chased away by your words and soft actions. “Wanna kiss you.” He admitted.

You felt a smile play on your lips, matching the warmth in your chest. “That can be arranged.” You whispered, leaning in as you closed the small gap between you.

Hunter’s lips met yours in a soft, tender kiss. His hand slid from your waist, sweeping up your body to cup your face as he deepened the kiss, lips moving against yours with a gentle urgency. In that moment, nothing else mattered - no worries or fears, no past or future. There was only the two of you.

Hunter’s eyes met yours in the dim light as you both pulled away. “Get some rest.” You murmured, concerned by the fatigue you could see on his face. While it was sweet that he’d fought against it to share his feelings, he needed to rest. “We can figure everything out tomorrow.”

Hunter nodded, finally giving in to the tiredness as he settled against you. The pain that had etched lines on his face had begun to fade, his shoulders dropping as tension eased. With a sense of newfound comfort, he closed his eyes, safe and content with you, and allowed the soft rhythm of the rain and the steady beating of your heart to lull him into a much-needed sleep.

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wqterlillypdfs · 1 year

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atwow characters + their love languages

pairing: neteyam, lo'ak, kiri, tsireya, ao'nung x fem!na'vi!reader

summary: a valentine's day special - one love language for each of the characters listed above!

word count: 1.8k

warnings: some kissing, obviously very fluffy and romantic but other than that nothing else, also some use of Na'vi language which i am not fluent in so i'm sorry if i messed some stuff up! also characters are aged up by three years just cuz

a/n: suprise!! and happy valentine's to all of my lovely followers <3 take this as a gift from me to you! i hope this makes some of yall without someone special to share your day with a little less lonely! either way, i love you all! if you want any more of these hc's for other characters send me an ask and i'll see what i can do! and again, happy valentine's day my beloveds! 💝💖💞

NETEYAM + ACTS OF SERVICE

His heart melts whenever you’d do things for him

It could be as simple as helping put away his hammock

To him, it’s almost as if you’re helping lift the burden of future Olo’eyktan

It’s really a sign of how much you care, the fact that you’d take time out of your day to help with his workload?

He couldn’t ask for anything better

• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ

It had been a long and stressful day for Neteyam, his warrior’s training was getting more gruelling by the day and it felt as if his father just wouldn’t stop going at him. All he wanted right now was to return home to you and wrap his arms around you. When his Ikran finally lands in High Camp, he wastes no time in rushing to your shared tent, pushing back the tent’s flap only to find you sitting cross-legged on the floor.

You looked busy.

“What are you doing, syulang?”

But as he moved around to look at your face properly, he also saw exactly what had been keeping your hands so busy. You were organising his arrows, going as far as to add fresh new colourful feathers to the back of the shaft.

“I had nothing to do,” you started, “and I just thought your arrows were looking a bit shabby.” You shrugged your shoulders as if it was nothing, just a small gesture out of the pureness of your heart. And maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal at all, but to Neteyam? It meant so much that you’d go out of your way to do something for him, so that he wouldn’t have to.

He doesn’t waste a second, picking you up off the ground and wrapping you in a warm embrace, rocking you back and forth gently. “Thank you,” he whispered into your hair.

You giggled at his actions, “it’s really not that big of a deal ‘teyam.”

“Well, it means the world to me.”

LO'AK + WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

Babyboy needs that constant reminder that he’s doing his best

“Thank you for doing….”

“That means so much! Thank you.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“I see you.”

We all saw the way he got absolutely rizzed up when Reya said that to him so 👀

Also u know that one scene when Reya throws the shell and Lo’ak goes to get it? When he resurfaces he immediately goes “Reya!” and waits for her to acknowledge his achievement.

HE’S SO BABY-

• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ

It had been merely a few months since the Sully’s set foot on the sandy coasts of Awa’atlu, but nonetheless you and Lo’ak had grown incredibly close with each other. With you as his mentor and friend over those months, it was hard not to grow fond of him. But right now, the two of you were busy searching the shallow rock pools for some fish.

You decided it was about time for Lo’ak to learn how to spear-hunt properly. If he wanted to join the hunting parties, this skill was vital.

The spear in your hand began to feel heavy with how much you were using it. Your eyes flicked back up to Lo’ak, a frustrated frown marring his features. He mumbled something under his breath in agitation, and you felt your heart twist softly at how much he was beating himself up for it.

“Hey,” you started, trying to grab his attention which he gave to you without a second’s hesitation. “You’re doing really well, just try this…”

You adjusted Lo’ak’s grip on the spear ever so slightly, “and loosen up a little,” you encouraged.

The boy looked up at you with watchful eyes, you could tell he was soaking in as much information as he could - but in some deep part of his brain, he felt his heart set off at your casual compliment.

You’re doing really well.

He thought about the words for a moment, smiling to himself. You noticed immediately.

“What’s got you smiling like that?”

You watched Lo’ak struggle with his words, a deeply toned blush spreading across his features, “nothing.” He tried to hide it as quickly and casually as possible.

“Okay.” You said giggling, deciding to go easy on the teasing just this once.

KIRI + QUALITY TIME

Kiri wants nothing more than to spend all the time in the world with you

She’s literally stealing you away at any moment she can get

Late night walks on the beach are her favourite

Loves, loves, loves just cuddling with you and talking about your day together

• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ

It was a slow quiet night in the forest, the crowd in the eating hall was starting to die down at last. You searched the remaining crowd expectantly, trying to look over the heads of the Na’vi in front of you when you felt someone sneak up behind you.

“Boo!”

Although you knew full well who it was, the suddenness of the surprise still caught you off guard. You laughed at her playful behaviour, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“I missed you,” you confessed - and rightfully so. You had spent the entire day in classes and running errands and yet all you had yearned for is to spend time with Kiri. and anyways, you knew full well that she wanted nothing more than that too.

“Then let’s get out of here.” She said easily, taking your hand in hers as she steals you away from the eating hall to spend some alone time with you. Kiri led you through the forest, the bioluminescent glow lighting up the night.

Now, the two of you lay underneath the stars, your head resting comfortably on the mossy ground below, one leg thrown over her as your hands were intertwined. The stars glimmered and shone, twinkling to create the perfect ambience for the moment. You played with her fingers softly, enjoying her presence.

She asked you of your day and you told her everything, the good and bad - and she listened. Kiri was fully content with being with you, just bathing in your presence. She couldn’t have asked for anything more

TSIREYA + RECEIVING GIFTS

Tsireya loves giving and receiving gifts more than anything i just know it

She’d absolutely MELT if you ever gave her a gift of any sort

Especially if it’s handmade just for her, she loves personal gifts

Honestly though, you could gift her seaweed and she’d love it because “it’s the thought that counts”

• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ

You looked down at the little leaf package in your hand. The crisp green wrapping held together by a woven piece of string which you had decorated with Tsireya’s favourite coloured beads. It was a gift for the girl who you loved the most. You had wanted to give it to her on the day of her Iknimaya celebrations but it still wasn’t ready yet - so now on her 17th birthday you decide it’s the right time.

The beach is basked in the soft golden glow of the setting sun as you wait for Tsireya to arrive. This was your spot. The one you two shared. If one of you was upset and had disappeared, the other would know exactly where you were. Right here.

You heard the sound of sand shuffling behind you, you immediately knew exactly who it was. Two hands reach up and cover your eyes from behind.

“Guess who?”

It was obvious. Her sweet scent paired with her honey voice? Who else could it be besides your Tsireya.

“Hm..” You hummed in faux contemplation. “Ao’nung? Is that you?”

She scoffed before laughing sweetly. “That’s not even a compliment.”

Her easy way of talking and making you laugh eased your nerves significantly. She sat down next to you on the sandy beach, placing her hands in her lap as she looked at you expectantly. “So why are we here?” She asked.

You mustered up as much courage as you could, “Well, firstly, happy 17th birthday,” She smiled immediately, “I wanted to give you this first, before the whole celebration and everything…”

Your voice trailed off quietly as you handed her the leaf package, watching her features that immediately light up at the sight.

“Oh oeyä sum,” My seashell. It was a nickname she gave you long before either of you even professed your love for eachother.

She carefully unwrapped the leaves of the package, revealing an intricately carved bracelet inside. Each bead was carved and softened from a seashell, with a heart shaped crystal in the centre of the bracelet like a charm.

Tsireya’s heart damn near actually melted at the sight. “You made this?” She asked, as if it was impossible to believe “for me?” But the Metkayian girl knew full well that you’d go to the ends of the earth just for her.

“Just for you.”

AO'NUNG + PHYSICAL TOUCH

Boy is never not touching you

And it doesn’t have to be in an intimate way

He’s always just having his hands linger a little too long

Or holding your hand under the table

He’s playing with your hair when you lay down on his chest

His friends are SICK of it but he couldn’t give a shit

Would kill and maim just to get to hold you for a second

• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ

The day was beginning to come to its end and you had no other intention in mind than to find Ao’nung and fall asleep in his arms.

The entire day consisted of gentle, lingering touches. Just a soft brush as he walked by, hand barely touching yours but enough that it made you want to turn around and hold his hand properly. You tried to distract yourself as you walked across the spongy walkways of Awa’atlu in search of your lover.

You grew increasingly frustrated as the minutes passed, and just as you let a huff escape past your lips - you felt the soft comfort of two strong arms snaking around your waist, Ao’nung’s head coming to rest in the crook of your neck.

“Missed you,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to the curve of your neck.

You hummed in response, “Yes, I could tell.”

Ao’nung turned your body around to face him in his grasp, it was hard not to get lost in his ocean blue eyes. Silently, without a word, he led you away from the vulnerability of the open walkways in the village and to a secluded part of the beach. He sat with his back against a thick mangrove root, your body situated between his legs with your head resting on his chest. His hands busied themselves as they played with your soft hair. All he wanted in this moment was you, just to hold you, to know that you were his.

The two of you talked of your busy days exactly what had kept you from seeing each other. Ao’nung complained about his warriors training and you listened contently as his hands slipped down to play with your fingers. “And you?” He asked in return when he finished talking.

You didn’t answer immediately, instead pressing your body further into his wanting to be enveloped by all of his warmth. You wanted him to wrap his arms around you like a comforting blanket.

“It’s better now that I’m with you.”

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hyunnieshannie · 1 year

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Star Gazers

WC: 2542

Pairing: Jeongin x afab!Reader

Warnings: soooftttttt, fluff, smut, protected sex, public sex?, fingering, strip tease, just goofy

A/N: the innie brainrot has been too mf real for me lately so yes this is entirely self-indulgent and no i am not sorry about it :)

“Where are you taking me?” you laugh as he leads you to an unknown location in the woods.

“It’s a surprise!” Jeongin yells as he tugs you along with him, his fingers tightly laced with yours.

“Baby, it’s so dark, can we at least slow down?” You laugh again, your legs starting to ache from running through the woods and dodging any branches that came your way. It was a little after midnight in the middle of the summer.

You and Jeongin had only been together for a few months but it felt like you’ve known each other for eternity. You fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. You brought a calm to his chaos, and he kept you from being too serious with his silliness. You two worked so well together, you wanted to be with him all the time. Not because you needed to, but because you wanted to be, You wanted to experience everything with him. You didn’t want him to miss out on things with him.

Jeongin had picked you up tonight around 10pm. He took you around the park, you both got some delicious street food, and he drove to a remote spot near the woods. Which wasn’t completely unlike him. He was dragging you to random places all the time, you just went with it because you trusted him.

“Do you want me to carry you? We’re almost there.” Jeongin turns and softly examines you to make sure you aren't hurt.

“If we’re almost there you don’t need to carry me. Now hurry up goober, lead the way.”

He beams a smile at you and takes your hand, he slows his pace just a bit to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.

“Ah, we’re almost there! It’s right up there!” Jeongin says happily, you can basically hear the smile on his lips. He leads you just a bit further and into a large grass clearing. It looks like it was a baseball field at one point, turned into a beautiful field, with beautiful flowers scattered here and there. In the center of the field was a huge blanket set up with pillows and more blankets, the soft glow of a lantern the only thing shedding light besides the gorgeous stars that twinkled overhead. You stopped in your tracks to admire the scene above. You had told Jeongin on your first date that you loved the stars and star gazing. You haven’t really mentioned it much since then, but somehow he remembered. You look from the sky to your sweet boy in front of you. His black hair was flowing gently in front of his face from the slight breeze, his glasses perched on his nose, the oversized black t-shirt hanging off his shoulders. God you loved him so much.

“Don’t cry, little fox.” Jeongin takes a step towards you to wipe your tears from your cheek. He takes your hand and leads you to the blanket in the middle of the field. There was also a cooler there with snacks and drinks for the two of you. He went through so much effort just for you.

“They’re happy tears I promise,” you say as you wipe your eyes and nose. Jeongin sits next to you and examines your features.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his lips a breath away from you. You brush a piece of his hair away from his face and look at him with such fondness you could melt his heart.

“So are you,” you say as you peck his nose with a chaste kiss. He laughs at your antics and repeats what you did with him. He shuffles over to the cooler and gets some water for you and dims the light of the lantern. You both lay down, pulling the blankets over your legs and surrounding yourselves in a cocoon of pillows. You look up at the stars, absolutely taken aback by just how many stars you were able to see. As you're looking up, you take Jeongins hand in yours and run your thumb over his fingers.

“Ah! Jeongin look! A shooting star! Make a wish!” you say as you shake his hand in yours. He hasn’t looked up at the stars once though. He was too busy watching your face light up as you watched the night sky. You had always called him your little star, making him remember the first time you said you loved to watch the stars twinkle and dance across the black sky. Jeongin had been planning this night for so long, wanting everything to be so painfully perfect, just for you, because you deserved it. He knew the shit relationships you were in beforehand, how you were constantly scared of losing him, being insecure if you were being too much or too little for him. He needed to show you just how much you meant to him. How much he loved you.

“My wish already came true though,” he whispers as he watches the stars twinkle in your eyes. You turn your head to look at him, he immediately blushes not realizing that he said that out loud.

“What was your wish?” you ask softly, your faces so close to one another.

“Is it too cliche to say you?” Jeongin laughs as you make a cringe face at him as the words fall from his lips. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“No, no, no, it was cute. It’s just really fucking cringe starboy,” you say as you pull him closer to you, lifting your leg to wrap around his hips and wrapping your arms around his neck, relishing in his scent.

“Oh so I’m cringe for taking my favorite girl on a beautiful date because I love her?” he teases, but immediately stops his hands as the realization sets in on the words that just came out of his mouth. You pull your head out from his neck and stare at him, the blush on his cheeks a bright pink. Neither of you had said those words yet. Those 3 simple words that felt like they held the weight of the world.

“You.. you love me, Innie?”

“Of course I do. I’ve been in love with you since we first started dating. I’ve wanted nothing more than to make you happy, to feel so loved in our relationship. You deserve all the love in the world and I want to give that to you. I want to give you everything. I want to give myself to you. I- I love you. So much.” His eyes begin to water.

“Jeongin..” you hold his face between your hands, wiping his tears away with your thumbs. “I-,” you feel a lump in your throat as you watch his pleading eyes. He’s begging you to say something, anything. You wrap yourself around him again, burying your head in his neck again. “I love you so much, Yang Jeongin.” You kiss his neck and you feel him wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him, nuzzling into your hair. “You make me so happy, my starboy.”

He pulls away from you enough to see your face. He gives you a huge smile before rushing in and locking his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and gentle, but held so much passion behind it. You adjusted yourself so you were on top of him, straddling his hips. You ground your hips into his as you deepened the kiss. You needed to show him how much you wanted him. His hands made their way to your hips, helping you keep a rhythm as you rubbed yourself on top of him.

You made a particularly harsh rut causing Jeongin to moan into your mouth, his grip on your hips tightening. He quickly sat up and shifted your position so you were laying below him. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him back to your lips as his fingers made their way to the button and zipper of your shorts. You were so lost in his touch, his tongue dancing with yours in a passionate waltz, breathy moans escaping you as he finally pulled your shorts and underwear off your lower half. He sat up and pulled lube out of a bag causing you to laugh loudly.

“W-what?” he asks, a little shocked that you’re laughing in this sort of situation.

“Well, you came prepared didn’t you.” you laugh as you nod towards the bag.

“Of course I came prepared. Who wouldn’t want to fuck the love of their life in the middle of a field under the stars?” He asks incredulously. As if that was something everyone wanted to do. You couldn’t help but laugh, of course he would act like a total dork at a time like this. He shuffles back over to you, but pauses and stands from his spot. “How bout an impromptu strip tease by yours truly?” He smirks at you and starts singing a sexy song as he turns around, pretending to drop something and stretching down, legs stiff, to showcase his clothed ass to you. He quickly stands back up in mock shock as he wiggles his pointer finger in a no. He runs his fingers along the waistband of his pants, still singing this weird made-up sexy song which is some sort of goofy version of Careless Whisper. He unbuttons his pants and lowers the zipper. He loops his fingers on his pants belt loops and wiggles his hips to free himself from his pants. Once he has them fully off of him, he swings them above his head in a circle as you cheer him on. He looks your way and winks at you, tossing his pants to you. You fangirl for him as you clutch the pants as he continues his weird little sexy dance that you can’t help but laugh at. He gets down on his knees in front of you and slithers his way up your body to your face, stopping his little tune and beaming a bright smile at you.

“God, I’m in love with you,” you laugh as you push his hair back and take his glasses off for him. If it was possible, his smile grows and he quickly pecks your lips. He grabs the lube from beside you, where he dropped it before he began his strip tease. He plays with your clit and folds, running your wetness up and down your cunt. He squeezes the liquid onto his fingers before slowly pushing them between your folds and into your heat. You gasp at the intrusion, hands grabbing his forearms. Jeongin leans down to capture your lips with his once again, trying to distract you while he works you open. You arch your back as his fingers brush against your sensitive walls and push into that delicate bundle of nerves. “Je-Jeongin, please don’t tease.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow little fox. Gonna make love to you.” He gruffs as he peels himself away from you and grabs the bag of goodies and pulls a condom out of it. He pulls his boxers down to his knees and rolls the condom onto his length, pumping it a few times before crawling back over you. He runs his hand across your cheek as he slowly pushes inside of you, bottoming out.

You take in a sharp breath as you adjust to his length, opening your eyes to admire the man above you. You can’t help but think about how gorgeous he looks like this, with the stars dazzling above him, creating the most beautiful picturesque scene you’ve ever seen. He slowly rocks his hips into your as you adjust from slight pain to incredible euphoria. This isn’t the first time you two have had sex but this feels so different. It feels so warm, so loving. You take your hands and hold them up in front of your face and take a mental image of him like this. He slows his movements and smiles down at you.

“Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Mhmm,” you respond as you pull him closer to you once again, burying yourself in his neck. “Wanna remember this forever.” You confess.

“Me too, fox, me too,” Jeongin sighs as he picks up his pace again, rocking his hips into your, his lips sucking on your neck and nipping at the skin. You felt complete bliss being embraced by him under such beautiful scenery. It felt like a fairytale. Jeongin began thrusting into you a little harsher, desperate to get you to your high. You clenched down on his cock and heard his breath hitch. “Do that again,” he moans in your ear. You do as you’re told and clench around him again, ripping a melodious groan from him, igniting him to fuck harsher into you. He maneuvered a hand between your bodies and began rubbing your clit, the sensation making you clench down on his cock again.

“I-Innie,” you whine, your nails digging into his clothed back at the tension building up in your belly. He shushes you as he continues to thrust his hips into you at a bruising pace.

“I know, just a little more,” he moans into your neck. He pulls away from your neck and locks his lips with yours again. Your tongues dancing together in a fiery flamengo. You feel his hips start to stutter, his fingers rubbing at your clit in aggressive circles.

“Gonna-” your words are cut off by your orgasm rushing through you, your back arching off the blanket below you, your nails digging into his back, your cunt pulsing around his cock. He pulls his lips from yours and nuzzles his nose close to your ear, knowing you love the sounds he makes when he cums. He thrusts a few more times before he’s cumming into the condom, high breathy moans escaping his parted lips, the sounds tickling your ears. He ruts into you a few more times to fully work through his orgasm before flopping down on top of you, still buried inside your cunt.

“Fuck. That was so hot.” He laughs into your ear, kissing it quickly.

“I think I had the best view honestly,” you laugh as you rub your hands up and down his back, completely content with his weight on top of you.

“Lies.” He says as he leans up and shifts so he's resting his head on your chest. “I had the best view… of the best girl.” He winks and blows a kiss at you.

You laugh as you lightly slap his back. “I got to see you with a stunning backdrop of the stars. You got to see me.. From the same vantage point you can get at home.”

He shakes his head. “No fox, I got to make love to you and get the most beautiful view of the stars in your eyes.” You can’t help but be shocked. “God that was cringy too wasn’t it.” He laughs awkwardly.

You pull him towards you and plant a kiss on his lips. “Not this time. It was perfect.”

“I love you.”

“Me too, Innie, me too.”

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megistusdiary · 1 year

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mm titfuck with scaramouche? <33 he’s had a rough day, you’re willing to help him out! ^^

— 💌

i might be the flattest person alive but i can appreciate a good titfuck 🙏

also i am so sorry for vanishing i have been so busy with school and home stuff, and i wanted to write over fall break, but i was with my bf basically every waking moment and had no time ;w;

anyways i just registered for spring semester and it is looking like an actual nightmare rn but i did it to myself to save gas money 👍

anyways... scaramouche is a harbinger in this fic and theres a shit ton of useless plot!

warnings: switch!scaramouche and switch!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

scara fucks your tits 🧚‍♀️, exhausted but bitchy scara, consent check, oil as lube, scara calls you 'good girl'

scaramouche sighed, throwing his bag to the floor and dumping his hat onto the table.

the noise startled you from your accidental evening nap, jolting upwards to see scaramouche turning on the lights in your home.

his hair was slightly ruffled from where his hat rested atop his head, eyes half-lidded as he walked towards you.

"oh...i didn't realize you were there." was all he said as you rubbed your eyes, moving to stand up.

"i guess i fell asleep on the couch after i got home." you shrugged, folding up the blankets around you. "how was work?"

scaramouche once again sighed, sinking into the couch cushions, leaning back to let his head hang off the edge. "shitty."

"i'm sorry to hear that." you frowned as he swung his head in your direction, sighing yet again. "is there anything i can do to make you feel better?"

he let out a grunt, folding his arms over his chest. "unless you can make the rest of my...coworkers," his fingers coming up to act as quotation marks when he spoke, "get off my back, then no, i don't think so."

"what about some tea? i picked up your favorite on my way home." you offered, lips quirking up when he finally perked up a little. "stay here, i'll go heat some water up."

as you moved to stand, he grabbed your wrist, tugging at your arm. "what-"

"wait." scaramouche grumbled to himself, digging in his pocket with his free hand before pulling a bracelet out, holding it in his palm.

"scaramouche-"

"ugh, don't even ask. it's for you, i would never wear something so ridiculous. as incessant as he is, pantalone has an eye for jewelry. he helped me pick it out."

"you didn't have to do that for me." your face felt warm as he gently turned your wrist to clasp the bracelet, letting you feel the cool metal against your skin.

his touch lingered for a moment, fingertips trailing across your palm before retreating. "can't you just thank me?" scaramouche asked, turning away to hide the slight blush covering his cheeks as you smiled.

you leaned down, gently pressing a kiss to his cheek, smiling against his skin. "thank you, it's very beautiful." you walked off towards the kitchen, feeling giddy as you pulled the kettle out to set it on the stove.

it was a gift from childe, another one of scaramouche's coworkers whom he detested for his overeager disposition.

you recounted him being a very sweet gentleman, presenting you with the kettle when you first visited snezhnaya. though, the kettle itself was from liyue, 'a gift from a friend to a friend,' as childe put it.

it was a beautiful gold shade with trees painted along the sides, and it shone in the light of the kitchen as it slowly started to boil.

you left the pot briefly to pick out a tea set to match the kettle, opting to choose scaramouche's favorite cups. he had said before he didn't care about such useless things, though you could see the little sparkle in his eyes whenever you brought out the hand-painted forest tea set.

once the water was ready, you took great care in steeping the tea leaves to the perfect color in scaramouche's cup. you added the perfect amount of sugar as well. despite his words of saying he preferred his tea bitter, you knew he really loved sweets secretly.

you carefully set everything on the tray, bringing it over to scaramouche who looked like he was deep in thought. "what are you thinking about?"

"hm? oh, work, it's nothing." he shrugged you off, moving to sit across from you at the table as you slid him his cup. "it smells good."

"i know, i checked every bag i could find. even though it's rare to come by here, i wanted to find the perfect one."

scaramouche hid his slight smile in his cup, shaking his head as he took small sips. "i'm surprised you even remembered i liked this specific brew. it's been a long time since we had tea in liyue."

"of course i remembered." you scoffed, looking over at him with a cheeky grin. "you bought the whole stock when you thought i wasn't looking."

scaramouche rolled his eyes, setting his cup down in favor of resting his chin on his hand. "maybe you're more perceptive than i thought."

"oh please, don't even. if you thought i was dumb, you wouldn't have spared me another glance." you stated, setting your own cup down as you clasped your hands in front of you. "maybe you're just surprised you're not as slick as you thought you were."

"you should watch your tongue." was all he said, narrowing his eyes.

"what are you gonna do? bite it off?"

"i bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" scaramouche watched you finally turn away, relishing in the delight of flustering you.

"what happened to being all tired from work?" you asked him, watching as he drummed his fingers along the edge of the table rhythmically.

"i'm not tired, just pissed off."

"well, why don't you let me make you feel better." you slowly leaned towards him, cupping his face with one of your hands.

his hand came up instinctively to cradle yours, meeting your gaze with his own intrigued one. "what exactly did you have in mind? it better be good."

you bit back your laughter, standing up and moving behind his chair. you leaned down, letting your chest press against his back as your breath ghosted over the shell of his ear. "why don't you let me surprise you, hm?" you smirked softly as he shivered, turning his head to grip your chin firmly.

"well, don't keep me waiting then." he pulled his chair out, allowing you to take his hand and lead him to the bedroom, forgetting the tea on the table as you pushed him to sit on the bed near the headboard.

you cafefully crawled into his lap, leaning up to kiss him before he stopped you with a single finger pressed to your lips. "what is it?" you asked, muffled by the digit.

"do you want to do this? if you're tired, it's fine. you don't have to, you know." that was his way of checking in on you, making sure you were okay.

"my surprise is all about you, don't worry." you smiled, pressing a kiss to the tip of his finger. "you can repay me some other time." you grinned up at him cheekily as he grunted, moving his hand to let you kiss him properly.

as you pressed your lips to his, your hands traveled down to his waistband, playing with the ties as he inhaled sharply through his nose.

you carefully pulled the fabric down, feeling his happy trail against your hand as his cock sprung free against his stomach. you smiled as you moved down his body, pressing a small kiss to his tip and watching his dick twitch.

you scooted off the bed to grab the bottle of oil from the nightstand, pouring some onto your hand and rubbing it between your fingers before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock.

"fuck-" he sighed, letting his head lean back against the headboard as you played with him. you moved your hand up and down, twisting gently and running your thumb over the slit.

his eyes opened, narrowing at you when you pulled away. before he could object you moved his hands to the hem of your shirt. "help me get this off." you asked, feeling him slowly peel your shirt off. "the bra too."

he flung your shirt off to the side, reaching behind you and fumbling for the clasp of your bra, pulling it off of you and allowing it to fall to the floor. when he reached for your pants, you shook your head, sliding back down.

"i told you, this is a surprise for you." you moved to press his dick against your chest, rubbing against his dick as he watched with wide eyes.

"come on, don't tease me." he warned you, sounding ever-so-slightly breathless. you obliged, pressing his dick between your breasts as he sighed, feeling the tightness pressing around him.

you pushed your hands on the sides of your chest, pushing your breasts together and moving your body up and down. "does that feel good?" you smiled up at him as his thighs tensed, hands gripping the bedsheets.

"more, faster-" he whined at you, losing his composure. your body pressed into him more, leaning your weight onto his legs.

his hips moved on their own, hands coming to grip your shoulders and head as he fucked your tits at his own pace, moving you at his leisure. he grunted quietly, explicatives spilling from his lips as your chest became covered in oil and slick from his dick, coating your skin.

"good girl, good girl..." he sighed, moving his hips faster, feeling you press your breasts against him tighter until he let out a gasp, arching his back and coming hard.

his release shot up against your chin and neck, coating you in white as he slowly leaned back against the bed, hair stuck to his skin with sweat.

you pulled yourself up, laying on the bed with him for a moment before he wrinkled his nose, pulling your hand. "the bracelet has cum on it."

"it's from your own dick, and-"

"this is gross. we're showering."

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maahzz · 7 months

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— I'm Yours

MariaHill X FReader

Summary: When you return from a mission with some injuries your girlfriend will see you, and what was supposed to be a conversation, some lectures and hugs ends up becoming something more.

Warnings: age gap (legal), oral sex (r receives), fluff, romantic.

Author's note: English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

You came back from a mission with a big wound, bruises and a split lip. Sitting on a bed in the medical, her attention was drawn to the beautiful woman who entered.

— I heard you got hurt.

gave an awkward smile, — Yes, it's a gunshot wound. At first I didn't even realize it, the pain only really came after the adrenaline wore off.

Maria sighs and sits down on a chair next to the bed — You need to be more careful. — Maria says, she seems upset, she always gets like that when you get hurt. It's her job to protect and love you, and when you get hurt she feels like she failed. You've already lost count of how many times she tried to make you give up going on missions and convince you to work inside the base, alongside her.

— I know... — you say and look at her with a small smile, she nods and smiles at you and then remains silent for a few seconds, looking at the report that was on the table next to her bed, already tired you decide to break the silence — At least the mission was successful, we got the data we needed.

She smiles again and nods, looking a little more relaxed when she sees how well you look, — You did good... and I'm proud of you.

She gets out of the chair and comes to you, — let me see... — She examines you carefully, she looks into your eyes and then to her mouth — more specifically to her bruised lip — she runs her hands over your arms where there is a large bruise and you know what she's thinking.

— It was nothing, don't worry.

— I hate that. — she murmurs and becomes quiet again and then she just pulls you close, giving her a small hug and kissing your forehead — My beautiful little girl, you are too good...

You smile, but then your expression changes, — Not a little girl, I'm nineteen… I'm already a woman. — She looks at you and smiles, giving you another kiss, this time on the cheek and sarcastically murmuring "of course."

You enjoy the feeling of your girlfriend's affection and wrap your arms around her neck — I love you, old lady.

She laughs — I'm thirty-three... I'm not old, I'm just experienced. — You laugh at her and she looks at you seriously, but she also pulls you closer and gives you another kiss, but this time on her lips. It's passionate and she doesn't release it this time, she just stays like that for a few seconds.

You return the kiss with the same passion, her hand goes down from your cheek to your neck, Maria looks at you and smiles, she climbs on top of you and starts kissing you intensely and you can feel your pulse increase. You close your eyes and enjoy her kisses and the feeling of her warm breath on your mouth, she stays in that position, kissing you passionately. Slowly she lowers her lips to her neck, you feel her tongue touching your skin as she kisses and nibbles gently. You let out a light moan as her tongue caresses your neck, briefly separating from you, she carefully takes off your shirt, leaving your sports bra visible. Carefully she lies completely on top of you, the feeling of her chest — still covered — touching you is electrifying.

You briefly remember where you are, and how embarrassing it would be if someone walked in and saw the erotic scene that was unfolding — Isn't it dangerous to do that in the infirmary? — you asked, your voice came out trembling and accompanied by a groan.

— Probably... But who cares? — Maria looks at you with a raised eyebrow, she clearly doesn't care. And she soon goes back to kissing your neck, leaving some marks as she caresses your boobs over her bra. She stays like that for a few seconds until she separates from you and with your help frees your beautiful boobs from the damn bra.

Without wasting time, Maria wraps her mouth around her right boob while massaging the other. You just enjoy the feeling while letting out moans. Maria leaves her right breast and then goes to the left. — Maria loved yours boobs, she loved to delight in them. She also liked her moans, they were like music to her, music that made her very excited.

you start breathing faster and faster, finishing with your boobs, Maria removes her shirt and all you do is admire her. Maria leaves a trail of kisses and hickeys across your belly, making you increasingly hot and wet. She then moves away from you a little and looks into your eyes, she smiles — Do you want me to stay down here? I bet you're all wet. — she says while playing with the hem of your pants. You try to speak but the words won't come out, so you just nod, your heart is beating fast and you feel your cheeks burning.

— Use words, Princess. — Maria looks at you and waits for your answer, she waits for words, not just a simple nod, but a real answer.

— Y-yes… — Maria smiles again. Now that she has permission, she undoes the buttons on your pants and takes them off your body, revealing your black panties with a damp stain on them. Maria doesn't hide her smile, she starts kissing and slowly nibbling the inside of your thighs, you place your hands on her head, your fingers caressing the back of her neck as you try to guide her to the right place.

— Such a needy little girl… — she murmurs while playing with the hem of your panties.

— Maria, p-please.. — you couldn't take it anymore, you were thirsty for your girlfriend's touch.

Being as thirsty as you are, Maria takes off your panties and fitting between your legs, she stares at your wet pussy. You moan when you feel the touch of her tongue on your pussy, she looks up, trying to meet her eyes and then smiles. — You like that, don't you? — she says and goes back to sucking you. She moans with pleasure at the of you taste.

You can't help yourself, your moans getting louder and louder, you start to breathe harder and close your eyes enjoying the feeling of her mouth on your clit, you can feel it, it's great, you just want her to keep doing it forever. Maria sucks your clit hard, and you feel your pussy tighten, you need more, much more.

— Maria… I-I need you.

Maria licks your pussy one last time before pulling away, and, looking into your eyes, she brings her face closer to yours and brings your lips together in a quick kiss. — My girl needs me, hm? Do you want my fingers stretching your pussy? Is this what my girl wants? — she says as she teases you, running her fingers lightly over your folds.

— Yes, lov- — your sentence was interrupted by a moan, you were taken by surprise by Maria who, without even a warning, put two fingers inside you. You were tight, but very wet, which made Maria's job easier, your pussy swallowed her fingers perfectly. Her moans became louder as Maria moved in and out of you, she brought yours lips together, muffling your sounds. Maria alternated speed, driving you crazy.

Maria moved her lips away and placed her forehead against yours trying to catch her breath, both with your eyes closed and again without warning, Maria added a third finger. You felt your walls tightening and you hugged Maria, in the process you left some marks, but she didn't care. Increasing the speed, she felt you were almost there, and skillfully she used her thumb to rub your clit. With that it didn't take long for you to reach the peak, your breathing quickening along with your heartbeat. A heat and a tremor rose through your body, the feeling of pleasure took over you as your fluid, whitish and thick liquid took over Maria's fingers.

After a few seconds, Maria removes her fingers from you and takes them to her mouth, sucking your sweet cum, she moans at your taste and then kisses you, making you taste yourself. Panting, you smile, after the difficult mission it that was all you needed. Not only you, but Maria too, she was addicted to you and loved taking you to the extreme. She felt more pleasure giving pleasure than receiving it.

Maria walks away and collects your clothes that were scattered around and hands them to you. — What do you think about a second round?... In a more suitable location.. — Maria makes the proposal with a mischievous smile and you smile back. this definitely wasn't going to end anytime soon.

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fakesimp · 10 months

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Submission and Obedience

Warning !

Mild Nsfw ; Surprise <3 ; Established Relationship

!! MINORS DNI !!

A/n !

Aha. Whimpering men.

➶◜◝➴

Vox Akuma

Let's see, this demon.

He does whimper but it's kinda low, he's more towards low growls and grunts.

Vox Akuma, despite him showing off his chest, I can imagine how sensitive his chest is going to be, especially his nipples.

Vox will definitely shiver under your feather like touch, touch him from his neck, slowly down towards his lower stomach, I can guarantee you will earned a soft groan and a little bit of low whine escaped from his lips.

Do you remember when he said he's a sucker for Neck kisses? Also kisses from his chest down to his stomach too? Damn this man will definitely melt into you when you kiss him exactly where I said he loved it.

Hmm, I don't think, this man favors much in both receiving and giving bite marks specifically, but hickeys are a yes from him, both giving and receiving.

Suck on his nipples.

Low grunts and small gasps filled throughout the room you shared with the voice demon, what happened exactly?

Your beloved voice Demon, underneath you, his kimono messily splayed out on the bed, you're on his lap, him laying down on the bed watching you.

"Haa, hmh.., you're enjoying th- gh!-" He stopped mid sentence as soon as he felt you pumping his already sensitive cock once again, "Fuck- PleaSE-!" His body spasmed as his hand flies over to your thigh, while the other to your hand, preventing you to move your hand

You click your tongue as you push his hands away, "Hands off Akuma." You scowled. He moved his hands away, as he tried to catch his breath you continue your onslaught on his cock.

Earning a high pitched whine from him, you glance towards him, amused. "Hmm, I see how it is" you chimed at him as you pump his cock faster, his body by instinct moved to the side, trying to escape your grasp, "Sth- grh!- op-" He choked out a moan as you grab his cock tightly making him went back down again his body arched and his handa desperately grabbed onto the pillow.

"Stopstop- nonono- fuckfuckfuck I'm close!-" His body spasmed so hard as he came once more, "Grh..! Haa.. fuck.." He sighed as his body still spasmed ever so slightly.

"Good job Vox" You praised him as you leaned closer to him, giving him a peck before you started kissing his neck, leaving a mark.

"Hmm, leaving a mark on me?"

"Shut up, I know you like it"

"You know me too well Love"

Luca Kaneshiro

This man.

He let out high pitched whimper and whines.

Luca Kaneshiro, definitely have a sensitive chest. Very sensitive, and him showing it off like that. Don't that make you just want to do things on his chest? Fufu~

Kiss his chest, he'll definitely whine for you.

Luca also have a sensitive nipples, same like the voice demon

Luca doesn't mind getting tied up, he definitely looks pretty in shibari, perhaps red shibari, it's looks so good on him.

Put a blindfold on him, he's definitely even more sensitive than he already is

This man begs. Lol.

Luca, sitting on the bed, being pretty with the shibari circling around his torso, his eyes getting covered with a blindfold.

You sat across him, watching him starting to get fidgety in the silence, he can feel your stare on him even with the blindfold, he can feel your eyes burning into him.

His breath started to get shaky, "U, um babe?" He stuttered out, "Hm?" You replied with a hum. You can see he perked up when he heard your voice, "I, I thought you really left me" he tried to crawl towards where he thought you are, you stared at him in awe as you see him crawling on the bed.

You finally decided to approached him after, who knows how long you've left him on the bed. He flinched slightly when he felt your touch, but then he melt into into your arms. He gently shook his head on your stomach, "Please" he begged as he moved closer to you.

"Touch me" he whispered, you slide your hand towards his cheek, sliding your thumb into his mouth. Earning a whine from him, "Pl- ah- pleaseplease, I'll- nngh- be g, good.." he pleaded as you pull your thumb out of his mouth.

Your finger slides down from his neck down to his chest, mindlessly drawing shapes. But then without a warning you pull on his shibari, making him whimper.

"Oh Luca, ..I wonder what's gonna happen if I put a leash on you baby"

"Mmh... I, I'll.. obey you..? I, I don't kno- Ghk!- S, Stop pulling, please!-"

"Hm~ cutie, we only just started"

Ike Eveland

Beautiful voice.

High pitched whines and choked moans from him

Sensitive ears and neck, maybe his lower back too, also thighs.

Neck kisses with him, definitely will results in him melting into your arms

Leave marks on his inner thighs, or trail kisses on his inner thighs, he's going to be all shaky and begging for you

For what you ask? I'll leave that to your imagination.

Blow Ike's ear, you'll earn a whimper escaping his lips, making him all cute and flustered.

Ike Eveland, is quite bratty on bed.

So make sure you let him know his place.

Ike's hands are cuffed behind him, not letting him touch you nor himself, his clothes are long gone on the floor, his neck have a collar that's attached to a leash.

You're pulling on his leash, as you finger his hole. Earning choked moans from him, followed with a small whines from him. You leaned your face closer to his ear, "You're being such a bad boy today Ikey" you growled, and you felt him tightening around your fingers.

Making you let out a mocking chuckle, "Oh? You liked to be punished that bad? Isn't punishments are not to be enjoyable?" You pulled out your fingers, making him whimpering over the loss of pleasure, "P, please.." he pleaded as he shake his hips slightly. Trying to feel your fingers again, but you didn't indulge into his wishes.

"Do you think you deserve to feel pleasure ike?" You asked as you start nibbling on his earlobe, his breath is starting to get shaky, his body slowly leaning back against you, "I'm, I'm sorry, ...please, forgive me" he pleaded once again.

He let out soft gasps when he felt your lips on his shoulder, softly nibbling on them as you slowly went down to his back. Trailing kisses down from his shoulder, to his back, downwards to his lowerback.

Making him shaking all over, shaking in anticipation.

"Be a good boy for me, stay still"

"Mmmnh.. o, okay.."

"Good boy.."

Shu Yamino

Haha,

This man whimper, yes, and also letting out soft gasps

His hands, his palm to be exact are sensitive. How you may ask? Feather like touch on his palm, will make his whole body tremble.

Shu Yamino have sensitive nape, you know, the back of his neck where he always cover them with his hair.

Kiss the nape, not only he will let out a shaky breath, his body will jolt into pleasure, anticipation without him realizing it

Kiss his palm and lick his fingers, you'll have flustered, stuttering Shu.

Shu Yamino does a lot with his hands, his sorcery, playing games. God you see how he plays Valorant? Like what in the actual??

He's good with his hands, but they're very sensitive.

You're just kissing his hands but his body is already twitching like crazy, he instinctively tried to pull his hands away when he felt your hot tongue slides in between his fingers. Making him let out a soft gasp, and whine the moment you grip your hand tighter on his wrist.

"Hnn.." his eyes staring at you, as you're calmly continuing your onslaught on your Beloved' Sorcerer's hand, "B, Babe please.." he stuttered as his body flinched when he felt you nibbling on his finger.

"Shh.. I know you can handle it" You coo at him as you start pushing him down to the bed, earning a soft gasp from him. "Ah- w, what are you going to do?" He asked shyly as he watches you do your thing on top of him.

"Hm? Curious are we?" You coo at him, making him flushed red, "I- nGhi-!?" His voice cracked when he felt you sank your teeth on his shoulder out of the blue.

"Hmm~" You hummed in satisfaction as you kiss the bite mark you left on him, "Hnng.." He whined a bit when you poke the mark. "That, ..hurts" he pouts slightly, his breath hitched when he felt you grab his wrist again.

"Oh Shu, ..if only by that it hurts you so much, How will you last for the next few hours?"

"T, The next few hours-?! Mnnnh!-"

"Hmm~ Yes, the next few hours, You didn't think we stopped here did you?"

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

I see most of the votes are going for number 5, it is amusing how many of y'all are down for men who whimpers.

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji #luxiem x reader #luxiem #vox akuma x reader #vox akuma #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino

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mncxbe · 1 year

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Heyy

I hope you’re doing well

I had a request if it’s alright, I wanted a sweet small something where they love reader and kinda enjoy grabbing their neck (not suffocating), hugging and praising, it doesn’t have to be specially these things but I’m just trying to illustrate the relationship for fukuzawa x reader and mori x reader

And if you can’t it’s alright! I understand <3

Hello dear! I'm doing great thank you and I'm glad you requested this♡I kept it as sfw as possible but I got a little silly with Mori (cuz he's Mori). Anyway, I hope you like it.

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𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒊 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 / 𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: romance/ fluff

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none♡

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂

He's a busy man. Although he loves his work, he often comes home late and he rarely has free days.

On those occasions however he wants to spend as much time with you as possible.

He's kinda touch starved so he always snuggles up next to you or touches you in one way on another.

He gives the best hugs. Warm and comforting. If you're shorter than him he will surely rest his chin or cheek on top of your head.

He likes it when you lay on his chest.

Fukuzawa loves praising you; both in bed and in day to day life. You're always his good girl, his precious, his darling and he's genuinely proud of you when you accomplish something.

The kitched was filled with the smell of pancake batter. It was you boyfriend's free day and you wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed but before you could finish cooking the panckes you heard footstept behing you.

"Good morning my love" he spoke in a sleepy voice. Fukuzawa walked behind you, his arms snking around your waist as his head rested on the crook of your neck. "What are you making?"

"I was planning to surpise you with some pancakes, darling"

He chuckled, planting feathery kisses on your neck "Thank you, my love. You're always so good to me. I'm so grateful for you"

You slightly shivered when his lips made contact with your skin, his hands caressing your hips. Your reaction didn't go unnoticed, a wide smile making its way up to his lips.

"I see someone is quite excited today." he teased

You only scoffed in response, removing his hands from your waist "I'm trying to cook something here. How about you go back to bed and rest? I'll join you soon, love."

"I'd rather help you here, darling. But I promise I'll behave."

When the food was done you both returned to bed along with your cat. After eating, you placed the plates on the nightstand. Fukuzawa pulled you into a tight hug.

"I know you planned some things for today, but can we stay like this a bit longer? I missed you" he asked.

Your hand went to his hair, gently playing with his locks "Of course love, anything you want"

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒊

Just like Fukuzawa, Mori works late hours so most of the time you're asleep when he gets home.

Unless you have a date planned

He enjoys grabbing your neck and wrists. It's a very intimate gesture for him and also a way of checking your pulse

He's such a tease, no matter what.

I feel like he would only praise you to get you riled up. He expects you to know how proud he is of you.

He is so touchy. He loves feeling the way you shivering under his touch and the warmth of your skin.

Mori is such a hugger. Prefers normal hugs like face to face but when cuddling he's almost always ths big spoon.

Taking baths together, fancy, candlelit dinners, late night talks and dancing are a must in your relationship.

I feel like he likes being degraded. Such a sassy sub/ switch.

You were angrily scraping the remains of your dinner off the plate. It was your anniversary and your boyfriend was supposed to come home at 8 for dinner; but it was now 11:30 and you were still alone. You understood that he was a busy man, but his frequent absences were starting to piss you off.

Eventually, you heard the familiar beep of your door lock.

"Honey, I'm home" said a familiar voice.

You remained silent, not bothering to answer him.

Mori knew you were going to be upset. He made his way to you, resting his arm on the counter next to the sink. You still refused to look at him, rubbing the sponge on the plate.

"I'm sorry I was late again. The meeting we had lasted longer than I expected. But I'm here now. May I have my dinner?"

"Food's in the fridge. I already ate" you replied coldly.

He chuckled, tilting his head to the side to get a better view of your face. "I wasn't talking about that type of dinner." he replied in a honeyed voice.

Your cheeks turned at dark shade of pink when you heard his words. Mori went behind you, his calloused hand gently grabbing your neck, making you look at him over your shoulder.

"Come on, my darling. Let me make it up to you." he purred. He could feel your pulse going wild.

To his surprise, one of your soapy hands made its way to his face, smearing his skin with white bubbles. He quickly let go of you, taking a few steps backwards.

"And that's for being late" you said, finally turning to face him.

Mori chuckled, wiping the bubbles off his face with his sleeve. "Well I deserved that."

You walked to him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Your head was rested on his chest, his arms firmly locked around your waist.

"Promise I won't be late again, love. And I hope you know that I love spending time with you."

"I know, dear." you replied "I just wish we could do more things together, you know?"

"You know what, I'll take tomorrow off. Afterall it's our anniversary."

You beamed at his words. He leaned in, his lips lingering above your "Now that my love is happy, why don't we go to bed? We can watch a movie or something."

The hint of mischief in his voice didn't go unnoticed. Of coursed, you didn't actually watch any movie, but you got to spend some quality time with your lover♡

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd fluff #mori x reader #president fukuzawa #fukuzawa x reader #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons

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dreadsuitsamus · 1 year

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Hi! Can I requests headcanons for Broly with a shy reader who can't handle loud noises?

author's note: oh i love me a soft man

pairing: broly x reader

warnings: just some fluff and tbh it came out as a bit of an au setting this time

Broly x Shy!Reader Headcanons

Broly's a quiet man by nature, so he's hardly ever actually set off your alarm bells himself

He's not shy as much as he is introverted, so when you meet new people or need to set up some sort of appointment or otherwise make a phone call, he does it for you without a complaint

He makes it a point to plan any dates before happy hours or when people start to crowd. As a result, he often takes you out to breakfast at a nice bistro within walking distance

He orders for you, not only because you're shy and find it difficult to speak to the waiter, but also because it's the gentlemanly thing to do

gokuandvegetadon'treallygetit

Whenever you have gone out to crowded restaurants with your extended Saiyan family, Broly holds your hand under the table when the kids and adults alike start getting rowdy

He'll gently rub his thumb over your hand and murmur softly to you if you'd like anything from his plate

He knows you love your family, so you stick it out at every gathering even though they stress you out, so he does his best to comfort you so you can make the most of your limited time with everyone

You usually end up holding Bulla, the darling girl, and having a little conversation between the two of you

Broly thinks it's adorable how you interpret her babbling as if she's speaking real words

Bulla also gets startled by loud noises, so when he can sense the two of you getting anxious from how loud Goku or Bulma are getting, he'll clear his throat and quickly remind everyone that they're in public and should be respectful of the other people dining

They shamefully quiet themselves, and you always smile and thank your partner softly, and he kisses your temple in return

Whenever you and Broly have to go anywhere you're unfamiliar with, you tend to hide your body behind his much larger one

Of course, Broly doesn't like not being able to see you in at least his peripheral, so he'll take your hand and guide you to his side, his arm around you comfortably

Usually it'll help you feel better and you're able to interact with your surroundings better

He rubs your side a lot, helping you calm your nervous heart

Sometimes it's Broly that gets overwhelmed, however, and so you step up for him like he does for you

If the supermarket has long lines and too many people, he starts getting antsy. He's always worried something will happen, like a fight breaking out or a child being lost in the midst of people

Not to mention the loud chatter of the other shoppers, especially the ones raising hell at the poor cashiers, starts to make him feel panicky

It doesn't feel great to you either, but someone's gotta check out the groceries. And since you usually get at least two shopping carts worth, you don't tend to use the self-checkout

You put your hand on his chest and slip the car keys to him, encouraging him to wait for you outside with the car so you don't have to lug the groceries so far out

He'll ask if you're sure, and after you give him confirmation he'll drop a gentle kiss on your head and politely rush out of the store

One of your dreams is to see your favorite artist live, but you've always been afraid to go to a concert

It's with Broly that you finally get to experience what a concert is like. It's amazing! But after the opener has finished their set and the stage is prepared for the headliner, people start crowding around harshly in an attempt to be closer

You start fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, already on edge from how loud everything is. The strangers touching you inadvertently and how hard it's becoming to breathe has you about to spill into a panic

Broly anticipated something like this could happen, so when he kneels down and gestures for you to climb onto his shoulders, you're surprised and relieved he'd been this thoughtful

He promised you a good time, after all, so he obviously prepared to take as many precautions as possible

You smile when you're up in the air, thankful now more than ever that your boyfriend is so tall

And just as he promised, you had the best night of your life as you cheered and sang along to each song, safely atop Broly's shoulders

You and Broly seldom have reasons to argue, so it normally only happens once a year, if that

He's taken classes for his anger management, and has gotten very good at controlling his temper

He never yells at you, but there was a regrettable time when he'd gotten unbelievably angry at a contractor you had hired to install a pool in the backyard

You wanted the pool specifically so you could invite the family over for pool parties and barbecues, so you could see them more often but go decompress in your bedroom if it got to be a little much to handle at times

And lord help anyone that made it difficult for you to have what you wanted

The man was awful, lying left and right and making a mess of your beautiful yard. At the rate he was going, the pool wouldn't be done until after the summer, and you'd first contracted him in early spring!

And you would've accepted his slow work if he'd had the decency to at least make it look good

Broly had been growing tired of it for months, but it wasn't until the man made you cry with his estimate of not only being completed in the winter months, but also demanding more money for the project than was agreed upon

Your tears were enough for him to see red and he launched into a heavy tirade against the man, letting him know just how pissed off he was and by the time he was done, the man was quite literally shaking

When he finally settled down and that damned contractor was gone, Broly realized what he'd done and cursed at himself for scaring you

You had rushed up to the bedroom and sat on the end of the bed, curled up and covering your ears, more tears on your face now

Broly kneels before you and ducks his head, ashamed that he's done this to you. He'd yelled at that man for making you cry but he wasn't much better

"I'm so sorry." He whispers. He doesn't try to touch you, and stays before you for as long as it takes for you to calm down

You eventually sniffle and tangle your fingers in his hair. "I forgive you."

That's when Broly launches up and engulfs you in a tight, impossibly warm hug

You close your eyes and hold him as tightly as you can, eventually falling asleep beneath him

He doesn't let go all night

thepoolgotdonerightontimeatleast

#broly x reader #dbs broly x reader #dragon ball #dragon ball super #dragon ball z #headcanons #requests #anonymous

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missusqorld · 1 year

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Yandere girlfriend x fem!reader

Warnings: yandere content/dark content, unhealthy relationships dynamics, power imbalances, reader is implied to be naive and sheltered, manipulation, gaslighting kinda, toxic-ish. DNI if you are a minor. Although this post doesn’t have nsfw themes, this is mature content.

Lucille first fell in love with you the second she laid her eyes one you. It was truly a magically moment for her. Going through the grocery store was always a bore for her. She never really appreciated the mundane things in life. Having been lost in her thoughts, her hand reached out to grab some apples. However, at the same time, your hand had been aimlessly grabbing items while marking stuff off your grocery list. With the two hands bumping into each other, Lucille felt an electric shock. A sharp zap that turned her grey and gloomy life into one with colour. Immediately you begin to apologise to her. However, all Lucille can do is stare at you in awe. Your wide, doe eyes. Your soft complexion and the pink tinge on your cheeks. You looked so beautiful. Her heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten before.

Has she come across an angel?

“Please, take them!!” You offered her the item in your hand. Oh your sweet and melodious voice. She took the apple from you hand, making sure your hands brushed one another again. Oh there her heart goes again. Her face flushed, not knowing what to do.

“Thank you… Have we met before?” She finally was able to get out of her lovesick trance.

From that day on, your lives have been intertwined. Whether it be by fate or by someone pulling the strings. An unhealthy infatuation began. Lucille did everything she could to make you both cross paths again. She befriended you. She acted as someone you could trust, someone you could tell your deepest secrets to. It was almost too good to be true. And too good to be true it was. Lucille had finally found something - no, someone to live for. Someone to take care of. Everything in your world all started to get brighter with her around yet also fall apart. Your friends no longer call you or hang out with you. Lucille made sure of that. She manipulated you into thinking they weren’t good enough and were bad influences.

Given that you were rather sheltered and naive. You clung to Lucille crying about how your friends don’t talk to you or how badly they have treated you. Lucille would merely coo at you whilst rubbing your back, giving you small but sweet palm kisses.

Whenever you both did make your relationship official, you could see a shift in her behaviour. She became more protective or should I say: possessive. Every little thing that threatened your relationship was carefully eliminated. That guy in the cafe that was eyeing you up? Gone. The bartender who was not so subtly flirting with you? What bartender? That one annoying friend that thinks your relationship is toxic? Moved away.

Lucille had perfectly found ways to isolate you from people and to get you to rely on her. She carefully crafted a meek, vulnerable darling. Of course you weren’t aware of this having your full trust on her. It was so adorable really.

One day, you came home rather distressed. You cried and cried for what seemed like hours until Lucille arrived. Seeing your red, puffy eyes, Lucille saw red. Who on earth hurt you? How dare they?

“Darling… What’s wrong?” She rushed over to your side. Quickly placing gently pecks on your head to soothe you. She rubbed circles on your back as you cried on her shoulder. Trying your best to calm down, only your sniffles being heard, you spoke: “These men were har-harassing me at w-work and they said these r-really awful things about what they wanted to do with m-me.” You hiccuped out the sentence. Lucille’s face hardened. How dare they make her sweet angel cry?

“Darling, tell me what are their names,” she demanded.

Needless to say she got you to quite your job and also got them fired. Turns out those men harassing you turned up missing on the news. Apparently they all left for a bar late at night and hadn’t return back home. You didn’t need to know what Lucille had done to them. You were too innocent and cute. The cries of the men that hurt you were like music to her ears. As they begged for mercy, Lucille cackled and struck the last blow. She made you completely rely on her. You didn’t need a job anyways. She will provide for you.

All you gotta do is be hers forever.

- umm there will be a continuation maybe

Kinda how I imagine her. Btw got this off picrew <3 much love to the creator hunbloom. 10/10 would recommended

#yandere #yandere lesbian #yanderecore #yandere girlfriend #female yandere #toxic #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #wlw fiction #unhealthy obsession

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jscameron · 6 months

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this is my first time writing fanfiction so please be easy on me! i hope you all enjoy. let me know what i can do to make things better! if there’s any requests you want, let me know! 🩵 enjoy!

triggers: breeding kink, smut, rough sex, possessive rafe, dominant rafe, rafe x fem reader

“rafey?” you say as you enter his house. you knew the rest of his family was away on a trip to tanny hill, because he invited you to come stay a few nights with him. “i’m up here, darling.” he said in a sing song tone. you could hear his footsteps approaching you. “im coming i’m coming!” he says, reaching for your spending-the-night bag. “thanks, hunny”, you say giving him a peck on the cheek. “come upstairs with me”, before you know it, he’s got your bag and he has picked you up and is carrying you up his stairs.

“baby! rafe, put me down!”, you say in a joking manner. you actually love the way he’s holding you right now. you see that you’re entering his bedroom. “as you wish, darling.” he says as he gently places you on his bed. he eyes your body up and down, you know what’s about to come next.

he places his hands on your thighs and hovers his body on top of yours, his face inches from yours, him staring at you with a hungry look in his piercing blue eyes. “i can’t wait to share this weekend with you.”, he whispers into your ear, his breath blowing ever so gently onto you. “kiss me, rafey. i want you and need you. please.”, you beg. “as you wish, princess.” he leans into your body and starts pressing kisses on your neck, following your jawline, making it to your lips and taking you, hungrily. you moan into his kisses and latch onto his neck. you feel him sitting on the bed in front of you, still holding onto your thighs.

“clothes. off. now.”, he commands. you don’t move. “y/n, did you hear me?” “yes, sir, i did. but —“ he starts by removing your shirt, followed by your jeans, leaving you in only your matching bra and thong. “mmm.” he coos, and takes in the set you have on. “daddy likey”, he says. he lays you on your back and hovers over you once more, before giving you a sloppy kiss on your lips. you enjoy every second of this, you like how he’s turning you on. he presses his lower body into yours and you feel his cock, hard through his jeans, just waiting to come out. you can no longer take it, you undo your bra, showing him your taut nipples. you start playing with your breasts and he’s watching you. “rafe, please. play with me.” “yes, baby.”, he starts undoing his jeans and takes off his shirt. he looks at you one more time, before ripping your thong off of you. you try to cover up by putting your legs together. “no.”, he says as he pushes your legs apart. “i wanna see how wet you are. baby, you’re dripping.” he places his head between your legs and starts kissing your pussy lips, licking in all the right places. he takes two fingers and slowly slides them into you. “that’s my good girl. take me.”, he coos. “f-fuck, daddy.” you moan as he slides his fingers in and out of you, as he’s sucking on your clit.

“rafey, cock. please.”, you beg. he moans against your pussy. “you taste so good though, baby. i don’t want to stop.”, he pouts. “please, daddy. let me take care of you now.” you push him off of you and you take his cock out of his boxers. “soooo big.”, you say as you stare at his beautiful cock. you take your right hand and start teasing his shaft, as you do this, you also stick his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head. “fuuuuck, baby.”, he moans, leaning his head back, relaxing his body. he starts thrusting into your mouth, making you gag, but you know it turns the both of you on. he puts his hand on the back of your head and grips your hair, thrusting into you faster and faster. “fuck! i don’t want to cum like this. not tonight.” he pulls out of your mouth and looks at you, lovingly. he still has his fingers weaved through your hair. he pulls your head back to make you look into his eyes. “stay just like this. on your stomach. i’m fucking you from behind. i want everyone to know you’re mine. i’m going to fill you so full with my cum over and over again.”, he ordered. and he did just that. ❤️

#outer banks #fanfic #writing #first post #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe obx #obx fic #obx fanfiction #smut #writeblr #rafe fanfiction #rafe imagine

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creative-heart · 8 days

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"Love's Blossom"| Enzo Vogrincic

Chapter 2: “Silent hopes, Spoken dreams”

Lucia’s notes: I hope you enjoyed the first episode of this!

Content Warning: This one is spicy, sex scene, oral (fem receiving); P in V; unprotected sex YOU CAN START READING AFTER THE FIRST CUT; pregnancy tests; conceiving related stress.

Word Count: 1.4k

Enzo and Y/N found they couldn’t keep their hands off each other as the three-month mark approached. They had decided to just go for it, with no tracking of days and fertility windows, they didn’t want to go crazy so early on in the process and they were also convinced that it would happen when it had to. The brunette would be lying if she said she wasn’t going crazy with the expectation, she was fully aware that these things can take a while to happen, conceiving a baby is no easy task, at all, but she wanted to be pregnant so badly she couldn’t wait.

One evening, as Enzo worked on making dinner for the pair, she crawled up behind him, barefoot and sporting his favorite lingerie ensemble on her; the one he had gotten her for their last anniversary six months ago and wrapped her arms around the taller man’s waist standing on her tiptoes to place a kiss on the nape of his neck “How mad would you be if I told you I’m not really that hungry?” Y/N whispered against his back while gently sliding her hands under his shirt running them up his abs softly. “Why? Are you not feeling okay love?” Enzo replied still facing the stove as he stirred the pumpkin creme soup he was working on. He felt his girlfriend shake her head no against his back and so he turned around “What’s going o-?” his words cut off cold when he spotted the petite woman standing behind him just in an all-black, lacey ensemble that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Y/N bit her lip looking at Enzo as he picked the girl up kissing her deep and slow as he walked over to their bedroom. She wrapped her legs and arms around the older one kissing back as deep. He looked at her as they reached the room “Three months are up, aren’t they?” Y/N nodded softly biting her lip “They are” Enzo didn’t even take long enough to see her answer, already kissing her neck once again taking the little garments left on her body off before laying her down to take his clothes off as well. Y/N laid back better against the pillows waiting for him to join her.

As soon as Enzo was naked he crawled onto the bed to join her crawling in between Y/N’s legs and kissing up her inner thighs softly locking eyes with the brunette girl resting up on her elbows her breath catching in the back of her throat as his lips closed around her already throbbing nub while he hummed gently in appreciation. Y/N moaned softly, her head falling backward as her hands ran through his raven locks. Enzo slowly slid one of his long digits in her as he kept sucking and licking on her throbbing nub while expertly matching the rhythm with his finger bringing Y/N swiftly to the edge. When he could feel her walls start to tighten around his finger he pulled out moving up to line himself up with her entrance his already glistening tip throbbing at the want for attention easily slipping into her center with one soft thrust. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight for me” Enzo muttered through a moan as Y/N wrapped her arms around him to bring him closer to her kissing him and moving her hips in time with his. Their bodies moving as one, deep thrusts growing faster and more erratic as pleasure took over both of them.

Soon enough Y/N looked at Enzo biting her lips, her moans filling the room “I’m…so…close” she mumbled in-between groans of pleasure as her nails left crescent shapes marked on the taller man’s back as her orgasm took over her as a tidal wave sending jolts of pleasure over her entire body. When Enzo felt her inner walls tightening around his pulsating shaft he didn’t need anything more to come undone inside her, holding himself still as his seed filled her up letting his body fall next to hers on the bed panting. When the older slid out, Y/N held her knees up to her chest to try and keep it all inside her body still trying to come down from her high.

Y/N may not have told Enzo about her period being late, but it was quite clear that it was, almost two weeks to be exact, that’s when she decided to test and see what was happening. Of course, she’d keep it to herself until she knew for sure. If she was indeed pregnant, she wanted to make it a cute surprise for Enzo, he was on a short work trip for a possible new project and Y/N wanted him to focus on that until he returned. That Wednesday morning, the brunette walked into the supermarket and took a deep breath as she walked towards the aisle where the pregnancy tests were; she stood in front of it looking at the whole array of options in front of her biting her lip- who knew picking a freaking test was this difficult, should I get a normal one? a digital one? what if I got one of each just in case? Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do, one of each, want to be sure- and so she picked one classic one and a digital one walking to the self-checkout paying for them before she returned home.

Three minutes had never been longer, sure this was more than three minutes. Y/N paced back and forth in the apartment’s bathroom as the two tests were processed. She had set a timer for them and kept looking at her phone screen biting her lip, when the damn alarm went off Y/N took a deep breath before looking at both tests and bit her lip hard trying to fight back the tears when she saw the clear negatives on both sticks. The girl set the tests down on the counter, as she sat on the edge of the bathtub trying to fight back her tears, she never knew getting pregnant could be this hard, how did people do it by accident she had no idea. After what felt like ages Y/N stood up throwing the tests and boxes away, she wouldn’t say a word to Enzo, he was so excited about becoming a dad that she didn’t want him to be disappointed.

Saturday rolled around and Y/N dressed up all nice to go pick her boyfriend up from the airport, they had talked over Facetime these past few days and Enzo hadn’t brought up the baby topic, but that didn’t clear the air, Y/N was nervous he might ask, and when he inevitably did and she had to tell him there was no baby yet, she hoped the tan-skinned man wouldn’t be too mad. The petite woman stood at the arrivals gate waiting for him to walk out and stood on her tiptoes to try and look for him. He grinned as soon as he saw the brunette head of hair peaking out behind the people waiting there and headed over to Y/N to pick her up “Hi Chiquita, I missed you” he whispered in her ear as they spun around her giggles resonating in his chest. After a little bit, he put her down and they walked out towards their car. Once they were in the safety and silence of the vehicle and were en route to their shared home he looked at her and said “So? Any news?” Enzo smiled excitedly biting his lip his smile slowly turning to a frown seeing the girl’s nervousness to his question and the teeny tiny shake of her head in response.

“Don’t worry about it love, we’ll keep trying, not that I mind this part of the job of trying to get a baby in there” he smirked holding her hand and placing a long kiss on the back of it trying to appease her. Y/N kept biting her lip and whispered “I just really wanted it to happen and thought it had happened. I don’t like seeing negatives on those stupid sticks” Y/N glanced at her boyfriend her hazel eyes looking slightly glassy as she had been trying to hold it together for so long since she had taken the pregnancy tests that past Wednesday.

As soon as they got home Enzo hugged her tight and whispered in her ear “We’ll make it, we’ll get there, the universe works in mysterious ways and we’ll get a baby when it’s the right time, please don’t worry about it bebé” He kissed her temple long closing his eyes. It was hard on him, he wasn’t going to lie to himself, but he knew that it had to be harder for Y/N, and he decided to support the love of his life every step of the way.

P.S: Sorry for the sad tone of this, but things need to get worse before they can get better. Having a kid isn't that easy. LOL Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it.

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Fates Worse Than Death part 3

Deimos x f!reader noncon Enemies to Lovers

5.6k words

CW: noncon!elements, dubcon!elements, electrocution (non sexual), bondage, unprotected climactic pnv intercourse, threats of forced impreg, breeding kink

Part: 1, 2, 4

It was early when he left, Reveille hadn’t even blared its siren song to give rise to the base and its inhabitants. It was almost dreamlike in the way he came to you, soft and sweet in pulling you from the depths of your slumber. He left your mask on and you were grateful for it, without your sight it was easier to let the roles slip, just take it as it presented itself without the clouded lenses of your predicament.

So when he leaned down and lightly shook you awake you came up gently as the cot dipped to accommodate his weight. “I’m going, sugarcane.” You groaned and when you spoke, voice sleep strained and groggy and he saw your arms strain against the straps as you attempted to lift up and touch him made him wish to call the whole thing off, who gave a shit about meetings when he could just undo your straps, pick you up bridal style and carry you over to his bed where you belonged, lay in bed all day and make love to you over and over and over.

But it’s easy to forget the kitten has claws when she’s like this, it’d do not to forget she’s not as docile as she presents. “What time is it?” His fingers trail up your arm, the gloved pads of his digits swirling nonsensical patterns on your warm skin. “Early. 4:30. You can go back to sleep, I’ve arranged for someone to come in and help you out of your restraints and feed you, you’ll be staying up here until I return. I’ve got a surprise lined up for you later today.” He stops speaking and you feel one glove come up and smooth your hair, his thumb sweeping back and forth over the errant strands on your forehead.

“Be good for me.” You almost wish you could be but you won’t and deep down you both know you have to play the game so he says it and he means it but it doesn’t mean he believes you when you say you will. He spends a few more fleeting moments lingering in this early morning light, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your temple, one that cut through all the bullshit and made its way to the core. It was a message, a last plea, stay, be good, I know this is fucked but it could work couldn’t it? We both feel this, behind the roles and twisted implications, who gives a fuck how it started?

Then he was gone and you drifted off until Reveille woke up an entirely different woman than Deimos had kissed on his way out the door. A few minutes later someone entered the room and pulled the mask from your eyes. It was short and stocky and he looked as pissed off to see you as you were to see him. Obviously though, Deimos had had some sort of chat with him about his manners because he was on his best behavior as he carefully undid your straps.

It wasn’t time yet so you stayed compliant, sitting up on the cot and waiting for him to back away before standing and heading for the bathroom. He didn’t watch you like Deimos had as you showered but he was right outside of the door and frisked you a bit too thoroughly as you stepped out, dressed and ready for the day.

He left the room and you alone in it as he went to get breakfast for you. It was the first time you really got a good look at your surroundings. The room was double big, like it was really two rooms where the wall separating them had been knocked down. The walls were papered in deep red scroll and his bed took up the center of his section of the room. There wasn’t much else to speak of, a few dressers and a wardrobe against the far wall, a desk with a few pens in a cup on its mahogany surface. Your section of the room was even barer, just your cot and four empty walls, though they were also papered in dark red scroll.

It wasn’t long before short and stocky came back, tray in hand as he plopped it unceremoniously on the desk in Deimos’s section of the room, it didn’t topple over but the contents spilled out of their sections into each other and the juice you were meant to drink knocked over and spilled out over the wood. He looked you dead in the eye before turning and leaving.

You were glad for the way things turned out later on. You stood from the cot and made your way over to the desk, while the juice was off the table (more like all over the table) the food was still edible and after retrieving a towel from the cabinet in the bathroom and cleaning up his mess, you ate everything eagerly, you’d need every bit of it to escape. When you’d finished you knocked on the door and he came back to retrieve the tray.

“Good, you cleaned up your mess. Good to know he’s teaching you something useful other than how to take his cock.” You don’t even bother with a response, let it sink into your skin, you’ll get your licks back and they’ll be far more rewarding as actions rather than words. He isn’t quite done yet though.

“What? Nothing to say? You’re no spitfire. Whatever he sees in you is bullshit and he’ll know it soon and when he does I hope he lets me pull the trigger on you. I wanna watch the life drain from your eyes as I’m the last thing you see.” That seems to satisfy him and he leaves believing he’s the one on the high note. That's fine, let him. The morning passes slow and you try to retrace the plan in your brain, check it once, twice, three times for flaws. There is no alternative, no plan B. If this didn’t pan out your way, if anything went wrong, your goose was cooked.

It wasn’t until after lunch that you decided Deimos was probably far enough away that if something went awry it would at least take him some time to get back, enough time for you to get far enough away to have a chance at disappearing. You could link back up with rainbow after you’d meshed into the closest population dense city. Short and stocky had just left with your empty lunch tray as you bent down and pulled your paper clip free from its shoe home and unbent it to turn it into a shabby but functional lock pick. The outer doors of the facility were far too heavy duty for your little makeshift tool, but the door out of this room was all you needed unlocked for your escape.

You got up off the bed and walked to the solid wooden door, pressing your ear up against it to hear any activity on the other side. It was silent and still as far as you could tell so you bent down and set to work, carefully raking the paper clip around inside the lock mechanism to try and jostle the tumblers. It was a slow, tedious process but after a few minutes work the lock clicked and the knob turned freely.

You stepped cautiously out of the doorway and out into the hall. Short and stocky stood at the top of the stairs with his back to you, this was your chance. You strode forward with careful purpose, trying to stay as quiet as possible while moving as quickly as you could, if he saw you now it’d be a fight and one you’d probably lose.

He started to turn and you took the last few strides in a run, the element of surprise nearly lost as you pushed him with all your body weight and watched almost in slow-mo as he careened over the edge of the stairs, arms pinwheeling to prevent his fall but it was no use.

His side made first contact with the concrete stairs, producing four audible, gut wrenching cracks that seared white hot pain up his spine and knocked the air from his lungs. He continued to tumble, rolling over once, twice, and landing awkwardly on his right forearm at an acute angle. It’s there he heard another pop as his arm took the brunt of the fall and he landed in an agitated heap, screaming mad and hell bent on killing you when he got to his feet.

But before he could you were on him, the last thing he saw was your fist coming down on his temple, ironically knocking him out the very same way he’d threatened on the night of your capture and then all went dark.

You had to act quickly now, it was possible someone could have heard the commotion or would come up here for anything at any time so you stepped over him and raced down the last three flights of stairs and carefully made your way across the sky deck, head once again bent between your knees.

Entering the main building you had to act quickly, it was imperative that you avoided being seen until you changed, you were the only person on base wearing a skin tight jumpsuit and everyone would know you’d escaped upon first glance. Ducking into a particular side room you’d eyed the last time you’d made this trek with Deimos, you found what you were looking for.

It was an old supply room, dusty and mostly unused it was full of stores of toilet paper and cleaning supplies, a stack of desks, a few empty filing cabinets and what you came here for. In a box on the floor, a sight you gazed upon by chance after a soldier stepped in for a rack of toilet paper as you were passing by and stored away for this particular moment, was a pile of old uniforms. They were musty and it took you three separate sets to find ones that weren’t either covered in mildew or faded and the ones you finally settled on were about two sizes too big but they’d do.

You slipped them on over your clothes, you couldn’t risk another soldier dipping in for toilet paper and wanted to leave as soon as possible to avoid either short and stocky waking up or someone coming across him. This was a mistake you came to regret later, but hindsight is always 20/20.

You strode out of the supply closet in no rush, a patrol cap pulled down low over your eyes as you casually but briskly made your way towards the doors of the facility. You depressed the bar on one of the heavy metal doors and pushed out into the warm air. You surveyed the outer compound with scrutiny and found everyone tucked into tight groups, no lone wolves, which meant if you were going to get out of here without being singled out immediately you had to blend.

You spotted a set of soldiers by the gate, rifles in hand and more than likely headed for the gun range you’d heard but never had seen. You walked out with purpose and snagged two empty ammo cans from a stack by the wall and stuck yourself in the group, making sure to linger around the back so as not to draw too much unwanted attention.

The platoon leader called attention and you snapped to, the action just as much instinct as it was disguise. When he calls forward march you begin to move, keeping pace with the group and keeping your head down. You pass under the gate with the weight of nervous anticipation balancing precariously on your shoulders, expecting at any moment the call to halt from above but it never came and you marched out past it and onto a trail through the woods without hiccup.

When the gates were too far back and concealed by foliage to see you dropped off from the group, simply sliding behind a tree until their footfalls became too distant to hear. You left the ammo cans behind and sprinted out into the trees. From what you could remember there was nothing for miles around, just endless forest but you knew there was a little town about twenty miles south and if you could keep up a relative jog you could make it there just after nightfall.

You took a few glances back to make sure you weren’t being trailed but all you could see was empty forest. Your heart pounded with excitement but you knew better than to let it get the better of you, there was still much danger ahead and endless-

Your muscles locked up violently, legs stopping mid step and freezing as white hot pain zapped down your neck, coursing through your spine and consuming you from within. You called out involuntarily, a guttural pained scream that started and seemed to never end until all your breath was expelled and it died out in a hoarse croak. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stand, couldn’t move and you heard the wail of a siren sound back in the direction of the base.

You stretched an arm out in the direction of safety, willing your body to crawl towards it with the last of your might, but it stayed put in stubborn defiance. The sight of the pines swaying in the wind, their dark green needles seeming to reach out for you was the last thing you saw before darkness stole over you.

When you wake it’s like waking in a dream, a dream you've dreamt before, fundamentally the same but different slightly. The pain is back, though then it was head driven, a throb radiating almost solely from your cranium but this is different. This feels like static but everywhere. Your nerves are shot to shit, jittery and fried, your fingers and toes tingle and there’s a metallic taste in your mouth.

You try to take in your surroundings when the feeling finally subsides a bit, fading out from forefront surround sound until it’s just background noise at best, though it still roars in and out of focus. It’s the same room you’d woken up in the night you were captured, only this time instead of tied kneeling to a padded platform you’re tied to a table, face up and completely naked, arms hoisted up past your head and secured to the northern legs of the table. Your body is stretched out across the top, eyes up skyward looking at the dingy ceiling. Your legs are spread, each tied to a seperate southern table leg to keep them that way, your ass is pulled to the edge of the table and as you crane your head south you can see him watching you from between your spread legs.

It was you who broke the silence first. “We can’t keep meeting like this.” He comes up and stands between your legs and he makes it obvious by the crane of his head that his eyes are trailing up every inch of your body, taking in the sights and landmarks along the path to your eyes before he even speaks.

“Cute. You think now's the time for jokes, eh?” You try to not think about what comes next. You’re naked, which means you’re probably not going to die just yet but it doesn’t mean he won't cut you down at any time past this point, maybe he was just waiting for you to be awake. Your only solace is that short and stocky won’t get to pull the trigger on you, you made sure of that.

“Just couldn’t be good for me, could you?” You flinch as his hand glides up your thighs to palm your hip, the padding gripping the flesh rather roughly. “What did you expect?” And he can’t help but feel pride under all the disappointment because you’re still cocky and fierce as all hell even tied to a table and completely at his mercy, and there’s something in that that makes his combat pants just a bit too snug for his liking.

“Not for you to put Vasquez in the infirmary with four cracked ribs and a fractured ulna.” You scoffed. “If I disappointed you then I’m soooo sorry but one thing I’m not sorry for is anything that happened to that fucking asshole, he got what he deserved and you’re lucky he’s in the hospital and not the morgue.”

“Don’t be sarcastic with me. You’re already in deep fucking shit.” And his use of curse words make you flinch, you can only recall a handful of times he’d cursed and never had he done it in anger but it doesn’t change anything. If he was pissed off then good, so were you.

“The shock collar was a low blow. Kinda barbaric don’t you think?”

“Worked though, didn’t it? I knew you’d run eventually. It’s ok, I’m not mad. It’s only in your nature.” The way he says it piques something in the back of your mind but he glosses right over it, almost like he’s speaking to himself.

“It did cut my meeting short but that really could have been an email anyway. But you know terrorist organizations, always wary of the digital footprint. You’re not off the hook though. Violent outbursts, escape attempts, lies. Ohh you’ve got a lot to atone for.” He gave your hip a painful squeeze but you held your tongue against the groan it threatened to elicit. When he stopped you felt it safe to speak.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He moves away from you and somehow feel less secure with him wandering about the room than if he’d stood put beside you. You vaguely hear the shuffle of papers and your heart stops when you hear him call out your full name.

“Standard checkups, vaccination records, routine physicals, psych evals, two hospitalizations, one for an apparent appendectomy the other outpatient surgery for the removal of shrapnel from your abdomen and left thigh.” You tensed as he read you your medical file and your breath hitched as he called out the last procedure on the list.

“Ahhh and last but not least an IUD procedure completed just two months ago.” You started to get angry, the familiar heat of it almost comforting. Almost.

“You scalped my file?!”

“You’re not the only one with friends in low places, sweetheart.”

You considered it momentarily but was still unsure what it changed or why it mattered. “So what? It’s not a pill, I didn’t lie to you I just withheld some truth, what the fucks it matter?”

“So what is you didnt fucking tell me.” And there was the cursing again and this time it was punctuated with a loud bang as he drove his fist into the metal table your file had been resting on. You’re unsure why he’s angry, could he really believe you had some kind of rapport? It seemed like he did, and maybe that’s when it all snaps into place for you, this isn’t some elaborate psychological tactic, it’s not a ruse. He genuinely is keeping you just to have you for himself and it's then you realize you won’t die, there’s never been any danger of death. He’s not keeping you out of spite, you can’t annoy him enough to end you. It doesn’t matter how many times you run away he will drag you back to heel like some kind of wild dog because he’s just insane enough to try and tame you.

“So now.. I have to figure out what to do with you.” He walks back towards you and you can feel his eyes on you, making your skin erupt with gooseflesh, he walks up the side of the table and brushes the side of your face with the palm of his hand, lightly cupping it. You stare up into the obsidian lenses of his mask, unsure how to act. You can’t see his eyes but just know somehow past those black panes he’s staring down at you so tenderly and the weight of that fact sits uncomfortably on your chest.

After a moment he speaks again. “Since you’re so desperate for release, you’ll get none. I need you to understand your actions have consequences and I will see to it personally that you learn.”

After a moment you understand he means to fuck you again and shortly after that the innuendo dawns on you as well and you just laugh. “What the fuck makes you think I’ll do anything you say?”

“You want incentive? How about if you’re good and you take your punishment like a good girl, I’ll see to it that you get some training, opportunities to stretch your legs a bit? Obviously you’re restless, pent up animalistic tendencies, I can understand that. If you’re good, I’ll make it happen.”

The fucking audacity of him to think you’ll accept treats for parlor tricks. Like some kind of dog you’ll just roll over for belly pats. “Screw you! You bastard! Let me fucking go!”

And then his hand goes from stroking your cheek to gripping it, the thumb digging into the soft flesh of your cheek while the rest of his fingers line your jaw, pursing your lips together and preventing any more lip.

“Not enough for ya? You wanna act like a brat? Fine. How about this? Either you do as I say or I’ll take you down to the infirmary. The IUD procedure is simple enough and so is the removal.”

Your eyes widen and even through the grip he’s got on your maw you threaten him, eyes burning up at him like hot coals. He can feel the heat. “You wouldn’t fucking dare.”

“Ohh, I think you’d be surprised at the things I’d dare. If I feel you so much as twitch around my cock I’ll have them take it out and then we’ll see about starting our own little family together, huh? I’ve always wanted to be a dad but have just never found the time to get around to it, better late than never though, right? I mean, surely you’re confident enough in your fertility to justify the need for protection, I’m sure you’ll make a fine mother. Whaddaya say, sugarcane? How’s your maternal instincts?”

You struggle in the bonds and slip out of his grip, pulling viciously at the ropes but they just cut harder into your skin, the harsh woven fibers biting voraciously into your flesh. “No! Don’t you fucking dare!”

He regains purchase, this time around your throat and he can feel your pulse beating wildly, even through his glove. “Then do as I say.”

You stop struggling, for one because the ropes feel like they’re starting to draw blood and two because he’s let you go in favor of drawing down towards the southern end of the table. Fingers tracing lightly down your side and then back up the other until his fingers skim along the soft length of your inner thighs and you’re left hanging in anticipation as he spreads your thighs further apart to slot himself between them as they travel higher and higher.

The pads of his fingers find your clit and press ever so slightly over the bundle of nerves, drawing lazy circles over it and you can’t help the tensing of your muscles, the way your eyes squeeze shut as you fight the sensation. He plays with it, unrelenting until your arousal starts to well up around the edges of your slit, his fingers drawing down to gather it and spread it generously around.

You inhale sharply as your nipples pebble, hard and aching to be touched. He notices and brings the hand not driving you slowly into madness up to pinch one and roll it between his index and thumb. Your back arches and his fingers leave your breast to encircle your neck, squeezing the sides lightly to capture your attention.

When your eyes fall on him he speaks, and you can hear the apparent arousal in the gravel of his voice, hear the way his eagerness bleeds through, pining to have you again. “Show me you can practice restraint. Show me your self discipline. Don't disappoint me, soldier.”

His fingers push into you slightly for the first time and the edges of your vision blur as your mouth falls open at the dubiously welcomed intrusion. You didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were locked on yours watching your reactions with careful scrutiny. “Be good for me.”

He pulls out just as fast as he’d pushed in and then he’s gone for a moment, you hear him easing out of his tac pants just enough to pull his cock free and you close your eyes, willing your mind to relax and resist. But when he nudges up to you with the head of his cock, flicking it through the part of your sex and coating it in your slick heat you wonder just how much resolve you have in you.

He leans down over you as he pushes into you in one fluid thrust and you moan with him, unable to stifle it, the sweet ache intoxicating. “Fuck.”

He doesn’t give you time to adjust or catch your breath, just uses you with little to no care for how you fare it. His thrusts even out into a steady rhythm as his hands find purchase on the table you’re tied to and something about feeling him thrust up into you without any other contact, the push and pull of his cock without the feel of his hands on you has your eyes rolling back in your head until you have to squeeze them shut to try and regain the reins of your sanity.

You try and weather the storm, really try to focus on anything other than the devastating drive of his hips but it’s almost impossible. And then you feel his thumb over your clit again and your eyes fly open as the sensation makes you clench around him involuntarily, your arms pull at the ropes, desperate to push his hands away because if he keeps it up you’re not gonna make it.

And then he starts to speak. “You did this to us. Could’ve come back and taken my time with you, could’ve been good and I’d have spent all night just like this, fucked you good and raw til you screamed my name but you had to try. Had to test my patience.”

You try and block out the words, shake your head back and forth to try and not hear him but you can’t and it just adds fuel to the flame and he notices but doesn’t relent. He can tell by the shake of your thighs and the way you’re digging your nails into the palms of your own hands that you’re struggling to cope. He picks up speed a bit and your mouth drops open, prompting a sweet low moan to escape and he wishes he’d blindfolded you before he started because all he wants to do is drink up every single sound before it has a chance to leave your throat, swallow them down to keep them all to himself.

You’re gripping him so sweetly, the clutch of your pussy unlike anything he’d felt in a long, long time and he’d be damned if he’d give you up now. There’s not a thing on this planet that could separate the two of you, not even you. He’d love to see you try, really truly try to keep him from you. He’d never stop, never stop clawing his way back into your life no matter how hard you ran. He’d always find you, in this life and the next.

He can feel it too, the effect he’s having on you. He can feel it in the way your pussy clenches around him, can hear it in your back talk and banter, he knows you’re doomed, even if you don’t and he’s gonna enjoy every second of your downfall, every little slip of your grasp of sanity and reality until the only thing left is him.

His thrusts get particularly heavy, hips punctuating his point as he growls down from above you. “You will be mine.” You’ve lost, you know it. You try and fight it but he’s hitting it so good, cock dragging over that spot that makes your toes curl, there’s no escape and no relief and he knows just what he’s doing. Can feel your ruination coming to fruition and you’re so fucked.

You want to beg, beg him for forgviness, beg him for mercy but you can’t, it’ll just fall on deaf ears and something about it is just too compromising for your pride. Why should you let him know he’s getting to you? Why should you have to kneel at his feet? You’re supposed to be a warrior, a force to be reckoned with, an oddity among women and men for that matter but you’re so fucking close and he knows it and it’s killing you.

“Is it hard, sugarcane? Bet you’re so fucking close. Bet you wanna come for me don’t you?” And he leans in close, pelvis grinding down against you as he keeps up your ruination. His tall frame dwarfs yours and you sigh in relief as his hand finally ceases its assault on your clit to come up and seat itself against the back of your neck, pulling your head up and drawing your forehead against his as his other hand abandons the table for a grip on your hip, pulling you down against him as he thrusts up into you, making the sensation just that much more unbearable, making you cry out just that much louder. He dips down to whisper close against your lips, like he’s about to impart some great secret and he doesn’t want to risk allowing the rest of the room to hear it, empty or not, the shell of his mask so, so close.

“Do it. Let me make you mine in the most ultimate of ways. I’ll take such good care of you and the baby, I swear. Come for me and we’ll start all over.”

You’re quite nearly delirious, holding onto the last of your resolve with bloody fingers. It takes everything in you not to come around his cock, the way it fills you completely, hot and hard is going to be the death of you, or rather the birth of a new you but you can’t. You can’t bare this monsters offspring, he’s a goddamn terrorist for fucks sake and so you hold off until you feel you’re ripping apart at the seams.

You want to succeed but it’s slipping and you’d almost given in to the defeat when he finally comes, you feel it, thick and heavy in you and by god’s mercy he stills and you sob with relief. Chest heaving as your pussy spasms in protest around him. Sweat and tears streak your face as you let out shaky breaths to try and regain your composure. He pulls out and rubs his hands up your body, starting at your hips and gliding up your sides until he’s working at the knot holding your hands above your head.

You feel the ropes loosen but are too overwhelmed to do more than shift them down a bit to alleviate the ache in your shoulders. He says nothing as he comes around the side of the table and scoops you up off of it, pulling you into his chest and cradling you close. You can’t fight him, don’t have the strength so you just rest your head against him and let him carry you all the way out the door.

You shift to get comfortable in his arms as he makes two lefts, and then a right. Closing your eyes and breathing deeply as he climbs two flights of stairs and crosses the sky deck. Burying your head in his chest while he mounts the last four flights before you feel him gently deposit you onto a surface far too comfortable to be the cot.

Only then do you look up at your surroundings. “Bet you didn’t even stay long enough to see my surprise, did you?” His surprise is a queen sized bed, since you’ve been gone it’s been brought in, assembled and made. While it’s nothing fancy, having been carefully checked over with a fine toothed comb for anything that could aid you in another escape attempt, it was very lavish for someone being held prisoner, though you know he doesn’t exactly see you as that even if you still do.

There’s an awkward moment where neither of you knows quite what to say, for some bizarre reason you can’t explain there’s an apology waiting on the tip of your tongue. You won’t say it but it doesn’t mean it’s not there. He reaches up past your head to the metal headboard and pulls down a new set of restraints, they’re long and give you a bit of range as to how much you can move but they’re still restraints.

After you put on another white tee from the seemingly endless supply he has for you, he takes your hands and silently puts on the leather cuffs, securing them. His touch lingers on your wrists even after he’s finished and you feel like he’s about to say something but he doesn’t, just pulls your mask from its place and pulls it down over your eyes. You lie back and get comfortable as he moves away from the bed and undresses.

You listen to the familiar sounds of him sliding into bed and then the room stills and you drift off, until Reveille wakes you in the morn.

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