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tarjapearce · 8 months

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Lips anon! Mm just imagine, Black Widow Reader webbing up Miguel all dosed up on her venom and riding him. He's absolutely fucked out his mind, his heart racing with primal fear and arousal. And you're still rolling your hips on his cock. Your little toy. You caress him and praise him, he growls occasionally. He's red and sweaty all over. Teary eyed and fangs bared. What a cutie. Your cutie~

Jeeesh, just shuddered 🥴❤️ nsfw undercut

Bit of Sub! Miguel

"C'mon Boss" You panted for the umpteenth time as your hips smacked ontop of his. His cock twitched at the tightness it was put under.

His breath mixed with low growls as he approached once more at his climax. He thought he could handle you, handle the venom, trying to immunize himself against it. But every try backfired at him, big time.

You might have given him a bit extra than he could actually manage, just out of revenge for him not putting you in a mission after keeping you in the dark for quite the time. His own punishment for you after you left him with a raging boner.

"Fuck!" You whimpered as his hot cum painted your walls once more. Your talons dug in his waist, a wet mess between you both. Both yours and his hot seed splattered on his lower abdomen and your inner thighs. Mating season was still on for you. And every time he came, it made your body sing in momentary relief at your raging need.

"One more" You gasped and he threw his head back, a croak as he tried once more to unleash himself from your webs.

"You're so delicious" Your hand grabbed his front bangs, and made him look at you as your hips begun their rough and desperate attempts to milk him dry, again. He had lost count after the fourth one.

"L-Lyla" He choked as your sunk yourself as deep as you could in a go. Sheathing him so snuggly and delicious.

You wailed and his voice was cut off as you wrapped your hands around his neck. Your needy, preying and low key deranged expression made his aching and overstimulated cock to twitch and the urge to keep buried inside you stronger than ever

"Heart rates are still normal, Boss. You're not dying anytime soon!" Lyla's ever playful voice echoed from his watch.

"How... How the f-" He was cut

He hissed and your pace increased, Rough and constant friction were surely overriding his senses, his voice gave low and borderline pathetic moans. It hurted so so good.

"I f-fucking swear..." He rasped but yelped with such desperation it made your eyes twinkle in amusement.

"But Miguel~" You hissed the word as you now supported your hands on his knees, even though his eyes were teary and his head felt spinning at the raw pleasure, he could still see you, moving your hips up and down to a pace he wouldn't be able to forget even if his life depended on it. Sweet moans and praises fell off your mouth.

"You have such a good cock, I need it." A pant, your nails dug on his skin, drawing blood, "Keeping it to yourself isn't nice." You spoke between raged croaks. The obscene and sloppy sounds your cunt and his his spilled cum made, didn't help in placate your need for him.

"Y-You shouldn't be selfish" Your walls purposely constricted against him and he inhaled sharply, eyes widening as his jaw clenched. Pleasure was devastating his mind. No coherent words could float out of his mouth, just sounds he never thought hearing himself doing.

"Please-" He choked as his body tensed and you received another warm load, your legs shook and your womb hoarded his seed like no tomorrow.

"You're so good when you cum inside me" You stilled for a moment, earning his cock a much needed break. You mouth kissed him deeply, and his eyes drooped, heavy in something he couldn't describe. It wasn't lust but something much more raw and consuming than that.

And there it was again, that fire that would surely made your bones ache in protest the next day. But it didn't matter. None of that mattered

"One more, Please, I'm so so close!"

"No puedo-" His torso heaved as his body screamed for you, "Por Dios, no p-puedo-" (I can't)

He whimpered and clenched his jaw once more, drowning the sudden moan your vice like grip insides trapped him in. Your stamina surely matched his, but this time your venom had knocked all those stats down. He didn't know if to feel terrified or aroused at the fact you had gotten him so out of his mind, it was worse than Rapture, but difference was that the only thing he actually craved was you.

"You can" You gasped, "Gimme one more, Miguel" Your grip on his throat sent shivers down his spine. His arms felt numb at this point but the rest of his body was on fire, slicked in sweat and cum. Your laugh mixed with the sweetest and lewd groanings he could ever hear from you. His once pristine hair fell over his face, obscuring his heated and embarrassed expression

"You're such a good fuck toy" the nickname earned him a growl and his fangs to bare at you. Breast bounced before him, it was almost hypnotic how your hands grope, squeezed and toyed with yourself.

"Fu.. Fuck you" He mumbled as he felt that ominous pressure building up inside him. His lungs gave paused and deep breathings trying to not break, something you were determined to do. You biting at the tender spot between his neck and shoulder was enough for him to give a gurgling growl as he came inside you with a choked whimper. Your forehead against his and panting in each other's mouths. Your walls trapped and milked him. Finally, relieving completely your heat.

"Such a good good boss for me"

His head almost nuzzled your hand as you caressed his cheek. He was your favorite prey.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 smut #miguel o'hara smut

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maxwellatoms · 8 months

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This is the original marker comp done for the opening shot of the main titles. These sorts of things are done for important shots (or any time you've got time to give something a bit more love). I remember that Art Director Rae McCarson also made a more purple version and a red/orange. I like that this one looked like a bit of a punk rock eyesore, so I went with that.

I always felt that the Grim & Evil titles were obnoxious in the WRONG way, and I wanted to make sure that the Billy & Mandy titles were CORRECTLY obnoxious.

It was a fun title sequence, with the exception of the fact that we had three days and zero extra dollars to put it together. Once we had the art assets, I took a weekend with my roommate La and girlfriend (all of whom worked on the show) and shot a bunch of extra stuff. We threw water balloons full of paint at poster board (which would later be used as mattes for the "splatter" transitions. We filmed smoke swirling in a tube and that can be seen swirling around the edges of the whole sequence. We did dumb little drawings of sharp-toothed Billys and Mandys. Many of those made it in as film scratches or pops. Most of it (like the infamous names on the tombstones) is really hard to see in SD.

Nice we had all of the stuff, editor Bobby Gibis and I spent a couple of days mashing it all together with the music.

My biggest regret is that we weren't given the time or budget for any actual animation, as I'd really wanted Billy & Mandy's sketelons to drop down followed by organs and skin as in the pilot. Instead we just had to use "electricity magic". Still, considering the resources we had... I'm pretty proud of what we were able to accomplish.

This piece (and many others) are on eBay right now under username: gr1mb0t.

I'll be putting more stuff up through the next couple of months, so keep an eye out if you're interested!

#maxwell atoms #the grim adventures of billy and mandy #title sequence #color comp #animation art #Cartoon Network

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melanieph321 · 3 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Risk It All Part 4/6

⚠️Warning ⚠️

+18

Reader gets pregnant by Ruben. Although the two are not together Ruben promises to support her through the pregnancy, eventually letting reader stay with him until the child is born. (This fic includes alot of angst and serious topics)

Enjoy!

You were married to Ruben.

Six months had gone by and following those six months your life was now unrecognizable. After a business like wedding with only one witness present, you were now Mrs Dias, swept into a life of luxurious parties and unwanted media attention, all whilst carrying your first child.

"You're gonna catch a cold."

"It's what I'm hoping for."

Ruben found you on the roof top balcony, hiding from your duties. Elena, the director of your life, would want you inside, shaking people's hands, talking about how excited you and Ruben were to bring new life into this world.

"Y/N, please come inside."

Ruben was better than you at playing along. He didn't mind lying to his friends, lying about how you two met and "decided" to keep your relationship private from the world. They all ate it up, even Ruben's family.

"I wanna go back to the hotel." You said, wrapping your arms around yourself to mend the nights cold. Ruben sighed, but took it upon himself to remove his tuxedo jacket, draping it over your shoulders. "We will, in time. The auction isn't over yet."

"And all the ice cream you can eat." Ruben smiled, grabbing your hand as he led you back inside. He kept his promise, of course. During your time living together you had come to learn that Ruben was no liar, even when the truth hurt sometimes.

It was a charity event in London, the money going to a good cause. However you had no idea why rich people had the need to dress up in expensive items costing more money than what they were actually donating.

"Do you promise to buy me Shawarma when we do leave?" You asked, pouting your lips and batting your eyelashes.

"Wait for me while I get the car." He said, leaving you and Elena sitting on the top of a set of concrete steps, enjoying your Shawarmas.

"He really cares about you." Elena said, unprovoked. "My job would be much more difficult if he didn't."

"Thanks." You mumbled, too busy enjoying your declicious food. The growth of your belly also followed the growth of your appetite, something that caused you to gain a bit of extra pregnancy weight.

"Ruben told me to make sure that you get a nice settlement once the two of you divorce."

You snorted. "How nice of him."

The two of you were literally playing house, getting married only to divorce a minimum of two years after the baby was born. If it wasn't for the security your life with Ruben offered, you would have never agreed to go through with any of it. I mean, you were literally playing with your own life, all because Ruben had a precious image of himself to preserve.

"That's us."

Elena stood, seeing Ruben's Mercedes coming your way. You made the effort to stand up as well, but lost your footing as the weight of your belly tampered with your balance.

"Dear god!" Elena gasped, as you came flying behind her, taking a tumble down the concrete steps.

"My Shawarma." You groaned.

"Y/N!"

Ruben was out of the car and rushing to your side before Elena had managed to. "Fuck, are you okay?" He didn't touch you, afraid to do more damage as you stood on all fours, a hand wrapped around your belly.

"Y/N, please tell me you're okay?"

"I wasn't finished." You cried, a sad sight seeing the neatly wrapped bread now splatter on the ground before you.

"She needs to got to the hospital Ruben." Elena heels clicked as she descended the steps, reaching the bottom of them. "Now!"

"I'm fine." You reassured, but struggled to get up from the ground by yourself. Ruben's strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you up with one swoop.

"At least let someone check her out." Elena suggested.

"I promise, I'm all good." You said, trying to laugh it off.

It was as busy as any emergency in a big city. People from everywhere came with broken limbs and bleeding wounds to tend. For this you felt guilty that Ruben managed to convince a doctor to prioritize you. "Well, you seem fine to me Mrs Dias." The doctor stepped away from the stool on which you sat, removing his rubber gloves to make a few notes on his computer. "Has there been any unusual activity since your fall, like the baby moving around more than usual?"

"No." Ruben said, determined. "I'll take you to the emergency room." It was the urgency in his voice and the way his hands trembled as he still held to support you. "Okay." You nodded, agreeing to let Ruben take you to the nearest emergency room.

You bit your lip, pondering his question. "Um, no. I don't think so. It doesn't really do that."

The doctor turned back from his computer, a deep frown on his face as he looked at you. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"The baby." You shrugged. "It doesn't move around. Or at least I haven't felt it kick yet."

The doctor turned to Ruben, the two of them sharing the same terrified gaze.

"What?" You frowned.

The doctor stood, retrieving another pair of gloves as well as calling for a nurse to assist him.

"What's going on?" You asked, uncertainty in your voice.

"Mrs Dias, it says you're six months pregnant."

"Yes, and?"

The doctor and his nurse worked together to rearrange his office, bringing in a monitor that looked like a tv screen on wheels. "Prepare for an emergency ultrasound. Patient is six months pregnant but has failed to notice any signs of life from the fetus."

"Doctor please, tell me what's going on. Is my baby going to be alright?" Things were moving fast, as well as your heart rate. You knew that things were serious when the nurse started attaching clips to your finger tips, setting up a graphic to show your pulse. Whilst all of this was going on the doctor had you lay on a medical table, pulling up your shirt as to expose your belly. "This might feel cold." He said, the only warning before rubbing a cooling gel across your stomach.

"Ruben." You flinched, practically panicking now.

"Hey, I'm here." He said, grabbing a hold of your hand, squeezing it to reassure you.

Your eyes traveled to the ceiling, the blinding lights causing tears to slid down the side of your face. You gasped as pressure was applied to your stomach, the doctor moving around with his tools. However, you were to afraid to look and confirm this.

"Ultrasound begins." The doctor said, speaking to his nurse. "We have a visual of the fetus...Everything looks fine. Let's move on to localizing the heartbeat..."

You tilted your head as Ruben grip around your hand tightened. He looked focus, brows furrowed as his eyes were fixated on the little TV screen. The suspens was killing you. What if something was wrong with your....

"Hearbeat located." The doctor said, followed by a collective sigh from both Ruben and the nurse. You, however was still trembling all over.

"Congratulations Mrs Dias, you and your husband await a beautiful baby girl."

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You returned to the hotel room around midnight. Ruben was still on the phone with Elena as you went to wash up. Only when you were halfway asleep did you feel a dip in the bed that you shared.

"Ruben?"

He krept closer, doing something that the two of you had never done before. "I'm here." He said, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close.

"Why are you shaking?" Your eyes flung open, turning around in order to face him. Your heart sank once you saw the exhaustion in his face, the remaining terror in his eyes. "Ruben?" Your hands went to caress his cheek, but he jerked away, not wanting to be consoled.

"Ruben?"

He sat up and you followed.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head, burring his face in his hands as if he suddenly suffered a severe headache.

"Ruben, please. You're scaring me." You scooted closer, desperate to be near him, to touch him. However he jerked away once more, refusing to be touched. It broke your heart, seeing him this way.

"I thought I...." He mumbled. "I thought I lost..."

"Oh Ruben, the baby is okay. Everything is gonna be okay." You didn't care if he refused to be touched, you couldn't take it, leaping forwards to pull him close. However Ruben caught you in motion, grabbing your hands just as you were about to touch him. The room was dark but Ruben eyes were visible in the moonlight. They were shimmering, shimmering with his tears. He pressed his lips together, uttering the words through gritted teeth. "No Y/N, I could have lost you." Your heart fluttered, eyes fixated on him and only him. He surrendered, lowering your hands so that they rested on each side of his face. "I could have lost you." He whispered, shifting his head a little so that your hand covered a part of his mouth, his lips soft beneath the palm of your hands. "I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you Y/N."

"You won't lose me Ruben. Not me or the baby."

"Fuck."

He looked up, eyes wide. The palm of your hand still covered his mouth, however his intentions were not to speak. He kissed it, the center of your hand, moving on to kiss the back of it, tracing the kisses all the way up towards your forearms, railing you in. You gasped once he had you pressed flush, against him, his head buried in the crease of your neck. He inhaled your scent, preserving it in his memory. "Ruben." You groaned. The heat of the moment capturing you too. You knew that you wanted this, you've always wanted this. "I want you Ruben." The words were whispered against the smooth skin below his ear. Ruben responded with a low grunt made deep down in his throat. And then his hand slipped between the sheets in search for an opening.

Your back arched, to the sensation of him, Ruben's fingers, making their way down your damped panties.

"Say you want me Y/N." He huffed. "Say you want me forever."

"I want you Ruben, forever."

It was all that needed to be said. No further words were spoken as the movments between you synchronized into something fluid, a liquid of some sort. A liquid of love. Yes, it was the only to describe it. The two of you were in love.

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #ruben dias imagine #football angst

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gojo-mochi · 7 months

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hey hey! could I request for the kinktober event vampire!mihawk or demon!crocodile? also, can you put some smut and some extra spices? Like maybe mihawk getting completly adicted on readers blood? tx dear, hope ya have a good day!!

CW: Fem!reader with dress. Blood drinking (ofc), Mention of weed usage, cockwarming, fingering, p/v cowgirl position, Mihawk calls you a bitch once, overstimulation. Vampire powers. Hints of Yandere!Mihawk.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! Hope you enjoy it! From my kinktober event!

Word Count: 3.7k

You decided that you had enough of the sweaty dancing bodies on the first floor of the mansion. Bumping and pushing your way into the crowd, almost elbowing a guy in the stomach for not getting the hint that you did not want him to grind on you. Sweat dripped down your cheek as you eventually made it to the stairwell. Exploring the second floor only to find that most of the room was already occupied from the noises you were hearing. Sounds like most of them were having a good time as well. Sighing, you took your weary leg up another flight of stairs, up to the third floor of the mansion.

Finding this floor to be relatively empty, only a couple of stoners laze around the hallway or some of the open rooms you peeked in. The heavy smoke wafting through the air was enough for you to be feeling woozy, stumbling your way further down the floor and finding an empty hallway leading to a grand set of double doors. You push on it and shuffle your way in, taking in a deep breath of clean air. Enjoying how you could breathe easily without coughing your lungs out now. You rub your eyes as you take a clear look at the room you were in, lines of shelves filled with various books enter your vision.

Of course, the weird old creepy mansion has a grand library in it. It was eerily quiet in the library, you half-expected some old decrepit librarian lady to come and shush you as you shut the door behind you, the hinges creaking loudly. A sign that no one has used this place in a long while, if the small coating of dust bunnies on the bookshelves weren’t evidence enough. Still, it was better than the other hallway, a little bit of dust never hurt anyone anyway. You decided to stay here for a while, eyeing the titles of books as you walk further into the library.

“Science, History, Math too? Was the owner a teacher or something?” You ponder your thoughts out loud as you read some of the titles that caught your eye. “The Adventure of the long-nosed Liar, 101 ways to scam someone, How to Cook Oden, Finding the One Piece in your life….” None of these really interested you, your eyes were so focused on scanning the Shelves that you didn’t realize that there was someone else in the library with you. Someone who has been watching you the entire time, from the moment you stepped into the library, his piercing golden eyes were trained on you.

Mihawk would usually just use his power to convince anyone who finds the library to leave immediately, he wasn't about to let anyone ruin his safe haven. Annoyed that he got tricked by a certain red-haired- drunk into even coming to this party. However, when you came in, he was taken aback by your mouth-watering scent. So he stayed back, carefully watching your every move like a hawk. You were dressed as a murder victim or that’s what he believed at least, a white collared dress splatter in fake blood. He knew it was fake from the awful chemical smell that was coming from it. It was a simple costume for someone who also didn’t really want to attend this party either.

Mihawk licks his lips as he thought about painting your dress with real blood instead, covering that awful synthetic smell with your sweet honeyed aroma instead. The fake blood was too lightly colored anyway, real blood would be a nice richer color, like the color of his favorite bottle of wine. These thoughts swirl in his head as he continues to observe your actions, scrunching up his nose as you come across some vampire themed novels. How ironic he thought silently, seeing you picked a book called “Marked by the Vampire '', raising an eyebrow in curiosity when your heartbeat quickens a bit when you skimmed through the book.

The book you just picked up just so happened to be a raunchy and steamy romance novel, one of those that the ladies in book clubs will absolutely fawn and gossip over for days. You landed on a page right in the middle of a sex scene. The poor innocent village girl who was taken captive by the dark and broody vampire was now being pinned underneath him, your eyes glued to the pages as you read on; “His fangs grazed her neck, not yet puncturing in, just a light tease. His hands groped down on her body, feeling her terrified nerves with every single moment he made. She gasps out as one of his hands roam under her dress, pulling it up and-”

“You seem quite captivated by this book, it must be an interesting read.” A rich and mysterious voice spoke out from behind you. You drop the book instantly, turning back to come face to face with a tall dark-haired stranger. He was dressed like some sort of slutty vampire? If you had to take a guess, that is, considering that he was wearing a high-collared dark cape, a brimmed feather hat, and those fancy high-waisted pants. But no shirt, so you were free to ogle at his extremely toned abs and his also very muscular arms when he bends down to pick up the fallen book.

Muscles and ogling aside, how long has he been here for anyway? Were you just too absorbed into reading to notice someone come in? The door’s hinges should have alerted you with how loud they creaked earlier. Or was he in here the whole time and you just never noticed? It gave you a dreadful feeling in the pits of your stomach. You were alone, far away from the rest of the party, with a stranger who looked like he could pick you up by the throat with one hand. You nervously start to shift away a bit from him, only for him to stop you with one glance down of his golden eyes.

His calloused hands held the book open, right on the page where you left it. “Planning on leaving so soon? It looked like you were enjoying this book, apologize if I startled you.” His eyes switched back to the book and its pages, you could see the small movement of his pupils as he browsed over the text. “Very interesting read, I can see why you were so engrossed in it.” His facial expression was neutral but his tone gave away his thoughts on it, it had a teasing lilt to it and something else you couldn’t put your finger on.

You chuckled out shakily, shrugging your shoulders back in reply. “I just didn’t notice you came in here that’s all. Or were you here before me? Anyway, I was just bored and the book looked like it was fun but that doesnt mean I was that into it!” A delicate blush rushes up to your face as you try to defend yourself, being caught reading something smutty and enjoying it by a handsome guy. Mihawk’s eyes narrowed upon seeing your blush, he could practically hear the rush of blood in your veins at this point. He chuckles out himself, “No need to be ashamed now, my dear. Everyone has needs, don’t they? I know I certainly do. Ah, How about this then? Since we both don’t seem to be fond of the party, why don't we find something fun to do here.”

You noticed that he didn’t answer your questions but your mind was getting fuzzier by the minute, was the weed hitting out this late or something. Mihawk took a couple of steps towards you, his free cupping your cheek gently, running a thumb over your skin. “We can even recreate some of the scenes in this book, if you so like, my dear.” His eyes seemed to bore right into your soul, your body froze up, but your skin felt like it was gonna melt from how fast it was heating up. Mihawk throws the book behind him, leaning his head down to your neck.

His hand on your cheek, forcibly tilting your head back so he could have more access to your pretty little neck. He wasn’t planning on drinking anyone's blood at this party, thinking that no one’s who would go to a party like this would have blood worth drinking. But you prove him wrong, still he wasn’t one to keep a victim or drain them completely. He finds it bothersome to have someone around all the time and getting rid of a body was equally bothersome as well. He would just do his standard routine of mind control and taking some blood and leave you somewhere else on the floor.

Erasing your memories of him and having you believe that you just got blacked out drunk. Clean, simple and cut, no need for anything fancy or extra work. Simple… that what he thought this was going to be, until he finally got a taste of your blood. His fangs sink in so easily, like slicing into a cake, the first savor of your sweet crimson nectar on his tongue had Mihawk moaning shamelessly. Sinking his fangs in even deeper than he usually does. His tongue flicked rapidly to lap up every single drop.

Mihawk then lets go of you with another debauched groan coming from his throat. Your blood dripped down the side of his face and chin. The spell on your mind gradually loses its powers, your eyes blink reality back into existence slowly. Mihawk was wiping away your blood with a handkerchief when your mind snapped back together, you stumbled backwards and fell ungracefully on your ass. Scrambling away from your attacker, holding the two bleeding holes in your neck with a shaky hand.

Mihawk was in shock, he never lost control like this before, but you… you were different from all the others he ever drank from. Comparing their blood to yours would be like comparing pig swill to a bottle of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Grand Cru 1945. He couldn't let you get away so easily, but he wasn't going to resort to savagery. No, he had other ways to get you to submit, it should be easy, after all, he could smell your arousal leaking down on your panties…

He finished wiping away at his face, pocketing his handkerchief away and bending down on one knee and reaching out a hand to you. “Apologies once more, my dear. This has never happened… happened to me before.” It sounded like he was apologizing for cumming too early, not for freaking biting your neck! You glare at the hand he was offering to you, but you still stopped your escape plan for now. “I don’t know if a simple apology is gonna cut it for trying to kill me, you know.” You hiss out at him, swatting away his hand when it comes closer like a cat.

Mihawk’s eyes widened by a fraction for a small second. “I wasn’t trying to kill you, my dear. I just wanted a taste but it seems that your blood was far more appetizing than I thought. Still, I would never kill you.” ‘You’re far too special for that.. And I have other things in mind for you…’ Mihawk levels his facial expression to look more docile, reaching out his hand once again. “I propose a deal, you let me drink some of your blood and I’ll make this night into an unforgettable experience for you.” He even gave you a small smile at the end, the slight quirk of his lips was enough to make you clench your thighs together.

Damn him and his handsome face…”What do you mean by ‘unforgettable experience’ exactly?” This time as Mihawk’s hand comes towards you, you decide to take it, his other hand swooping down to the small of your back to help lift you back up to your feet. He angles his head a bit towards you as he answers; “You know, my dear. I can tell how wet you got from earlier. My senses tell me that you crave in a different way. I can help take care of that for you, in simple exchange. A treat for a treat, shall we say? No tricks here.”

His smooth sultry travels to your ear all the way down to your core. Could you really trust a stranger, lest alone a Vampire, to keep his word? You’re weren’t exactly sure but you when are you ever going to get the chance to fuck a vampire? You could just blame your poor choices on the copious amount of second-hand weed you inhaled on this floor. You licked your lips, looking back up at the vampire. “Could I at least get your name first?” You asked shyly, feeling more anxious and embarrassed that he could tell how aroused you were by him.

Mihawk dips his head down to scrape his fangs over the pulse point of your neck. “Call me Mihawk, and you, my dear?” His hands grope at your sides, making you squeak out your name quietly. Mihawk runs his fangs over your neck once more, whispering your name over the bare skin. Then he pulls away from you, his pupils blown wide and lightly grabbing at your wrist as he leads you further in the library to a small corner with a couch in it.

He sits down on it first, spreading his thigh out wide as he tugs on your wrist to make you come in between them. His hands back on your side as he purrs out; “I should warm up my meal first, right?” “You know, I really don't appreciate being called tha-ohhHah!” Your complaints got whisked away as Mihawk’s fingers went under your dress and palmed at your panties. His fingers pressing down heavily on the wet spot in the middle.

His fingers pulled your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to the cold air and his strangely cold fingers as well. As he runs his fingers over your slick folds, your arousal drips down on his hand. He plunges in his digits into you, easily finding that spot that made your knees buckle. Your own hands grab onto Mihwak’s shoulder for balance, as he starts to find a good pace in and out of your pussy. The squelching noises echoed loudly in the eerily quiet library, your cries bouncing off the walls and back to you. “Mmff-fuc-fuck!” Mihwak kept going at an unrelenting pace, bullying your cute pussy, his wrist slapping sharply against your clit, your slick completely covering his hand at this point but he didn’t seem to care. In fact, as you try to focus your bleary eyes on his face, he was wearing a deadpan expression, his face unchanging even as your moans and knees get weaker and weaker when you start reaching your peak.

Your fingers clawing deep into his shoulders, the coil in your stomach finally snapping and you gush out on his hand, soaking his sleeves even. “Mm-uwaahhh…ahh-ah?! Mi-Mihawk! Wait-please-ahhH-fuck!” Your body bends over, throwing your arms around Mihawk’s neck and shoulders and squeezing tight as your knees lose all of its strength. Mihawk kept on bullying your abused pussy with his fingers even through your orgasm, going at a faster pace than before. A second orgasm was already building up, Mihawk’s other hand holding you up from behind so you wouldn't fully fall over.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck!” A colorful string of curses escapes your mouth as Mihawk forces another orgasm from you. This time Mihawk lets you collapse onto his lap, his non-stained hand massaging your back as you calm down. He softly put your thighs over his so you were spread open on his lap. His golden eyes scans your face as he unbuckles his pants and free his thick cock, rubbing the tip on your leaking folds, tilting his head in question. “Ready?” His low timbre voice was even, giving away no indication of how feral he felt inside.

You pout at his tone, huffing out a whine; “Can you at least pretend to like this?” You murmured, hands coming up to cup his face, thumb tracing over his smooth skin, no sign of aging or wrinkles anywhere to be seen. Mihawk’s self composure almost breaks at your tender touch, he was trying his best not to give away his inner thoughts. On how he absolutely wanted to ruin you, corrupt you, take you away from the outside world and lock you in his castle with him forever. But he couldn’t risk scaring you off, he wasn’t one for the chase, he preferred to keep things neat and tidy.

He breathes out, almost sounding annoyed, making you cringe inside. Your hands began to pull away only for Mihawk to grab them and put them back on his face. “Forgive me, my dear, I am just not used to…” He trails off, his eyes looking away from you and for a split second you could see the raging emotions he was hiding underneath. Feeling a bit bolder now that you know the kind of effect you had on him, you take action and lower your hips down, sinking his cock in you. Your previous orgasm made it easy for the first half of the stretch but he was far more lengthy than you thought.

Mihawk groans out, feeling your tight walls squeeze him, it was like heaven on earth to him, your pulsing heat shook him to his core. Seeing you struggle to take him fully, he gets even more riled up, watching your cute scrunched up face and pussy swallowing up half of his cock. Your hushed pleas for help, as you continue to struggle. He places his lips back on the bite mark he made, pressing open mouth kisses on the wound, as his hand strokes at your swollen clit, the other one on your hip gently guiding you down. “I-I don’t think it's going to fit.” You whine, jutting your bottom lips as your pussy gets stretched out even more.

“Don’t worry, my dear, it will fit.” ‘You were made for me after all…’ Everything about you drove Mihawk crazy and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared of this foreign feeling. He just thought that your blood was the only thing special about you, but he was wrong. You sink down slowly, taking in every inch of Mihawk, his thick throbbing vein dragging along your warm walls. As you finally bottom out on his cock, Mihawk sinks in his fangs, letting out a feral moan, almost to the point of whimpering.

He greedily gulped down your crimson saccharine nectar, you tried to alleviate the pain by moving your hips but Mihawk stopped you. His thumb was still lazily rubbing small patterns on your clit so you weren’t completely without pleasure. He lets go of your neck only so he could speak, his voice raspy and laced with heavy desire. “Don’t move too much, just sit here and let me take my fill, and th-then I’ll give you everything, my dear.” You wanted to protest but you felt you would be punished badly if you disobeyed so you stayed as still as you could. With Mihawk’s cock buried deep inside of you, his thumb only gives you enough pleasure to distract you from the stinging pain of having your blood sucked from you.

Mihawk slowed down his feeding, opting to lap sweetly at the blood, enjoying your small squirms and needy pants. He wanted to savor your taste, drinking too quickly would ruin his meal. He already made up his mind that he was going to kidnap you but that doesn't mean he couldn't have his fun with you right now. So it was, Mihawk kept you on his lap for what felt like hours, nipping at your neck when you tried to move too much or whine too loudly for his liking. Your mind starts blanking at some point, perhaps due to the bloodlost or from the constant edging, you had enough and didn't care about the punishment right now.

You rutted your hips forward, hands clawing at Mihawk’s open chest pitifully. Mihawk would punish you like normal, but after drinking so much of your blood, he was drunk on it. Giving your neck one last long lick and pressing his bloodied lips on yours, into a searing hot kiss. “Can’t fucking wait anymore, can you?” He thrusts up his hips, ramming his cock straight into your cervix. Bouncing his thighs in a ruthless rhythm, his hands pressing down on your hips so you felt every inch of his length in you, with no room to wiggle or move out.

“Panting like a fucking bitch in heat, haahh..” Mihawk grunted out, spreading out one hand to rub at your clit. “Is this what you wanted huh? Plap Plap…Plap! He stutters his hips once letting his cock almost slip out, only to slam it back in forcefully once more. Your eyes roll backwards, a whole new galaxy of stars appears in your vision. Your stomach tightens and snaps, releasing and gushing all over Mihawk’s thighs and lap. He presses his forehead against yours, running the bridge of his nose over yours for a bit.

A hand off your hip and now running through your hair, calming you down, and honestly he needed to calm down as well before his own coil would snap, his cock still sitting heavily in your core. His thighs trembling with need and desire but Mihawk was determined not to cum just yet; “Hmmmm.. Was that good enough for you? Going to finally be good now?” He sighs out, his voice quivers just a bit, if you were more clear-headed you would have caught that but you just loll your head down on his shoulder as your hole clenches and unclench on his cock, trying to adjust once more.

He softly pats your head, bringing up his other hand and summoning a book to his hand. He settles back on the couch, bringing you with and secretly making sure you’re comfortable. “Now behave while I read alright? If you interrupt me again, your next punishment will be much harsher…”

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Passing Notes: Park

Dieter Bravo x gn!reader | 1.5k words | Passing Notes masterlist

summary: You come upon a strange man while spending your day at the park.

a/n: as I said in the masterlist for these, to all of my followers and mutuals – I love you! Thank you for being here. I wish I could have written one for each of you individually. (I am just one person who needs to sleep.) So I wrote this one for all of you, based on this poll — surprise! The secret is out. 🧡

tags/warnings: flirting, drink mention, reader walks and sits at a park but is otherwise not described

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It was a beautiful day – warm but not too hot, nice breeze, enough clouds to provide some shade when you needed. You’d taken one look out of your window that morning and knew you needed to get outside.

You finally found time later that morning. You slipped into comfortable walking clothes and sneakers and headed to your favorite park with a book and a blanket. It was one of the larger parks in the city, with lots of places to sit and relax. You knew it would probably be crowded, but that was ok – the people watching might be more entertaining than your book.

The park drew all kinds – families, couples on dates, packs of teenagers, college students working off a hangover, runners, frisbee enthusiasts. It always made for truly excellent people watching, especially when you wore sunglasses.

When you arrived you found that it was crowded, but not too crowded, and you set off down one of the paths that led to a meadow you particularly liked. You enjoyed the short walk to get there, looking around at the people you passed and letting your surroundings start to relax you.

You turned the corner into your meadow, already thinking about setting up your blanket under the large maple tree, when you were brought up short by the unexpected sight in front of you.

There was a man in the meadow.

That wasn’t remarkable, on its own. He wasn’t even the only one. But he was the only person lying on his back, limbs out like he was making a snow angel, snoring in the sunlight. You trailed your eyes over him, taking in the details of his mismatched outfit. He was wearing a lurid green robe, plaid pajama pants, and a ripped t-shirt. His shirt and pants were absolutely covered in paint splatters. He had on sunglasses and his hair looked like he’d stuck his finger in an electrical socket. He was wearing one sock and the ugliest pair of crocs you’d ever seen. And he was extremely handsome.

As you observed him, he let out a truly impressive snore, started, and relaxed back into sleep, arms and legs still flung out at different angles. He looked like he’d wandered out of his house and decided to take a nap in the sun.

You blinked. You glanced around and noticed that people were giving him the side-eye but leaving him alone. There were a couple of teenagers whispering and pointing at him, but you shrugged it off as typical teenager behavior. You decided you’d set up nearby, glad you’d brought an extra bottle of water and sunscreen, just in case. You had a feeling he might need it.

You set up under your maple tree, only about 15 feet away from the mysterious sleeping man. You cracked open your book and managed to read for about half an hour before he drew your attention again.

With a sudden start, he snorted and flew to a sitting position, arms windmilling around him. You watched, concerned, as he started patting at his clothes before groaning and running his hands down his face under his sunglasses. His shoulders slumped and he threw his head back, mumbling something under his breath.

You kept an eye on him and were surprised to see him look around and then turn towards you.

He scooted forward on his knees a few feet, and then twisted his hands together nervously. “Um, excuse me,” he started, shoulders curling inward. “What time is it?”

You turned towards him and read him the time from your phone. He groaned again.

“Shit. Um, thank you, I mean. Ugh,” he flopped back onto his back dramatically. “Can’t believe I did it again…” he trailed off, throwing his arms over his face. You decided he seemed pretty harmless (and a little pathetic).

“Um, are you alright?” You marked your place in your book and set it down.

He moaned. “No, I’m not alright. I just accidentally fell asleep outside. Again.”

You blinked. How does someone fall asleep outside by accident?

“You…” you started, unsure of how to ask. “Do you regularly fall asleep outside? In public?” You tried not to sound judgemental, but what?

He sighed and fell back into his starfish pose that he’d been sleeping in. “I try not to. I swear, I was doing so well! But sometimes I need inspiration and I come out to look at the night sky and then whoops, it’s morning.” He moaned again. “And I don’t even have my keys.”

You studied him as you took in this new information. “Do you want some water?”

He perked up suddenly, lifting his head to look at you. “You have water? I would die for some water right now. I’ve never been so thirsty in my entire life.” He really put the drama into it, and you started to smile.

“Well, you can just have it, no need to do anything like die for it.” You tossed him the water bottle and he watched it fly towards him. He let it land in the grass next to him without moving to try to catch it before grabbing it and starting to drink from it like he hadn’t had a drink in days.

“You’re an angel,” he gasped when he came up for air. “Are you an angel? For real? Usually when I wake up in the park there are strangers taking pictures of me and laughing.”

You felt a pang of anger that people would do that rather than offer help. “That sounds shitty, I’m sorry–”

He waved off your words. “It’s fine, I’m used to it.” He took another long drink of water.

Used to it? You shrugged. He must really do this a lot. “Still shitty.”

He shook his head and turned his body towards you, about 5 feet away on the grass. “Yeah, probably. I barely notice.” He shrugged again, and you frowned.

You decided to let it go, since he was apparently unbothered. “Inspiration for what?”

“Huh?” he replied, mouth open. You smiled a bit at how much he let whatever he was thinking show all over his face.

“You said you come out here for inspiration. Inspiration for what?” You tilted your head, curious.

“Oh!” he wrapped his arms around his knees and curled into a little ball. “Painting. I paint. And I usually can’t sleep, so I paint at night. And then,” he gestured around him with one hand before returning it to its place around his calves, “this happens.”

You snorted. “You need to, like, tell someone where you’re going, next time. Or bring someone with you.”

He smiled, wistfully, and rested his cheek against his knee. “No one to tell, I guess. And my agent is sick of me.” His smile twisted into a frown. “And I think it would make her worry. But I’ve never run into an angel doing this before. Or anyone nearly as nice.”

You felt a pang for him, this mystery man who didn’t have a close enough friend to keep him from sleeping outside semi-regularly. But you didn’t really know him and weren’t sure what to say.

“You could always tie yourself to the bed.” You tried for a joking tone, but as soon as you said it, you regretted it. You could feel your cheeks start to burn, but then you realized he looked delighted.

“Well, angel, I’d much rather have a partner for that kind of thing.” He grinned and raised his sunglasses up to wink at you. It was silly, but it also gave you the chance to realize he had beautiful eyes. And that you recognized him.

“Oh!” You said, startled. “You’re Dieter Bravo!”

His delighted expression immediately shifted into a grimace. “Err, yes–” he hesitated. “I am.”

You suddenly understood why people would take pictures of him sleeping outside, and it made you angrier than before. “Don’t worry,” you hurried to reassure him. “I’m not going to tell anyone I found Dieter Bravo sleeping in a public park.”

He looked like he maybe wanted to smile again, but wasn’t sure. “No? People usually do. The paps are bored with it now, though, just so you know.”

You shook your head and smiled. “No, I promise. It’s not their business.” You introduced yourself and he let himself smile again.

“Well, angel, this is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me in this park.” You laughed. “Any chance I could use your phone to call a ride?”

You nodded and handed it over. He scooted closer on the grass until he was half on your blanket. You started to gather your stuff as he made his call – it was probably time to head home.

“Oh, are you leaving?” He looked put out.

“Aren’t you leaving, too?” you asked, confused.

“Well, yeah, but not for about 20 minutes. Could we–” he swallowed and twisted his hands in your blanket. “Do you want to, um. Talk?”

You smiled. “I’d love to.”

Dieter grinned. “Amazing.” He lifted his sunglasses to rest in his wild hair and winked at you again. “And, um. I might have put my number in your phone. If you wanted to hang out again.” He winked. “Or maybe revisit the idea of figuring out how to keep me in bed at night. If, um. If you want.”

You laughed, charmed, and leaned closer. “Alright. Let’s talk.” You let your hand creep towards his on the blanket. “And we’ll see.”

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nanaminokanojo · 7 days

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THAWING ICE QUEEN (part 110)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters

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A/N: Contains prose.

Joy. That’s what Gojo Satoru elicited in you. If there was a better word for it, a more appropriate permutation of words that described how he made you feel exactly, then it would probably be that. But that aside, your heart was filled with nothing but that very feeling even as you padded barefoot into your kitchen which was in shambles. Your mixing bowl lay in smithereens on the floor along with custard. Your stovetop would probably take ages to clean with all the splatters of cooked custard and butter. The counter was a mess with all the condiments he used, several unused utensils – just how many turners did he need? – and powdered sugar everywhere.

“Sweet cheeks!” he called out, looking up at you and stopping you from going in further, a broom on his hand. “Don’t come in here. T-there’s broken…” He looked silly with an apron on, his hair in disarray, held back by one of the fluffy headbands you usually used when you did your skincare. And weirdest of all, he was wearing one of your oversized shirts. Well, on you, that is. It looked like it was about to tear at the seams on him. You had to bite back laughter, seeing the dejected expression on his face. “What?”

You leaned against the fridge, crossing your arms, relishing in the absurdity of the situation. A person like Gojo Satoru was larger than life, meant to do great things, fly, not cook you breakfast – or attempt to – or clean your kitchen. Still, you enjoyed the scene and its domesticity, reminding you of that time in Hokkaido his mom caught the two of you playing with pancake batter. Now you doubted if he even made that, not that it mattered.

“Need help, handsome?”

He slowly shook his head, evidently sulking that you find amusement in his predicament. He wasn’t even holding the damn broom right. “No, I’ll clean up here. You stay in the living room.”

“You sure? You look like you’re in a pinch right now.”

At your taunting, he started whining, throwing the broom on the floor and walking over the mess on the floor to get to you, his lower lip jutting out even as he placed both his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him. “You’re being annoying today, baby. I’ll call one of our staff to clean up. The mess can wait.”

Standing on your toes, you wrapped your arms around him, using that as leverage as you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. Surprised at your sudden maneuver, he staggered backwards, supporting you on your thighs. You giggled at that, and though he said, “Extra annoying,” he still smiled giddily at you as he walked around your kitchen island. “You seem happy.”

“I am.”

Satoru sat you down on the island, the clean part anyway, and stood between your legs whilst he reached for the plate of French toasts he made, sliding it over the granite top. You looked down at it, grinning at the very nicely plated food before you, complete with sliced berries and perfectly smothered in snowy sugar.

“I can ignore the mess for the effort. Thank you.” You reached for the fork, but he stopped you, shaking his head. “No. You’re not doing anything today. My sweet cheeks will relax while I feed her, okay?”

“Can’t say I hate it.”

He took some of the toast, making sure it had all the elements in one bite as he held it before your mouth, this expectant look shining in his eyes when you finally opened up and tasted what he made. You chewed thoughtfully, nodding in approval. “Damn good French toasts, baby. A-plus.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm. More.” You opened your mouth like a child much to his delight, more than glad to oblige. All the while, you just busied yourself with playing with the ears on the headband he was wearing, fully content in the little bubble you’ve both created in that corner of the kitchen where the morning sun shone just right on him.

“I got you orange juice, too. Wait, I’ll get it –” He moved back to get to the fridge, but you hooked your leg around him, stopping his progress and drawing him closer. Without preamble, you cupped his face, pressing your lips to his, intense from the get-go as you showed in actions just what you couldn’t tell him in words. You didn’t want him anywhere he is out of your reach, holding him in place by the nape while your other hand wandered down to the hem of his – your – shirt, tugging at it.

“Someone’s enjoying her breakfast too much,” he said as he heeded your unspoken command, pulling the garment off him. You swallowed hard, eyes wild as you took in every line and sinew of his musculature. “Well, this is infinitely better than breakfast.” You smirked when you saw his cheeks turn pink when he came closer, kissing you just as fervently as you did earlier.

You pawed at the ridiculous headband he was wearing, throwing it blindly somewhere in the kitchen. He slid the plate beside you further to the side as he grabbed your thighs, lifting them higher up his waist while you used your foot to push his sweatpants down, whining in frustration against his lips when you couldn’t quite get it off.

“Easy,” he spoke softly, eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours, his breathing steady and warm against your cheek. He made quick work of pushing his sweats down, taking his cock out, pretty as always as he gave it a few pumps. “You want this, hmm?”

“Want you, Toru,” you moaned, catching his lower lip between your teeth, spurring him on. He reached between your thighs, running his thumb over the wet patch there, rubbing your clit over the fabric. “Didn’t know you wanted to make babies for breakfast.”

“Please, baby,” you whined, “Want you.”

“Someone’s needy,” he teased, but gave you what you wanted, pushing your panties to the side. “So wet for me.” He held his dick, running its pink tip through your folds and sliding in just a bit at a time before he’s pulling back, easing in agonizingly slow that your patience was fraying. He did just that for a few more moments until he finally pushed in all the way, stealing the breath from your lungs when he repeated the action, pulling all the way to the tip before slowly going back into your heat. “Fuck, baby.”

He set a rhythm that had you seeing stars, his name falling in high-pitched whines from your mouth, lost in the undeniable pleasure of it all. At some point, he adjusted his angle, hitting you in all the right places that had acid white flashes dominating your vision, feeling like you were going to float into space if it weren’t for the bruising hold he had on your hips.

“Harder,” you managed to choke out in the midst of you pretty much losing your mind with the way he was continuously hitting your sweet spot. “D-don’t stop – ah! Fuck – more – mmhhh…”

“Y/N, baby, you feel so good – so fucking good.”

“I’m c-close…”

“I know, baby, I know.” He leaned down, gently peppering kisses on your cheeks down to your jawline and wherever else he could reach, his hips and breaths turning erratic as he thrust in shallower, faster strokes, his moans and grunts mixing with yours as he brought you to your high, long and dragged out as he found his own, following after you with a drawn out groan, your fluttering hole milking him for all he’s worth.

The kitchen was filled with ragged breaths as you both came down from whatever heaven he catapulted you both to. Soft laughter soon mingled with it as the full realization of what you did finally hit you. Satoru pushed himself up, hovering over you while he regarded you with those mischief-filled eyes.

“I love you,” he murmured. “I’m so damn in love with you, L/N Y/N. You don’t even know what you do to me.”

You reached up as you pushed yourself to a sitting position, shivering slightly when he pulled out of you, your essences dripping on the tiles below you, but you couldn’t care less, kissing him stupid. “I love you, too.”

Satoru looked at you lovingly, seemingly drunk as he stood there, his forehead on yours as he cupped the side of your face. “Say you’ll stay with me for always. Say you’re not going anywhere I can’t see you.” He briefly pressed his lips onto yours. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Satoru. Yours alone.” You felt tears falling from your eyes as you pulled him closer, basking in the afterglow of your union. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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nauticallyhypnotical · 10 months

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Hello! Do you, by any chance, take request at the moment? If yes, can I request either seb, sam or shane (or all three by drabbles how they would do it) playing with f!farmers breats, where she's sensitive? 👉👈

Sebastian was far from a virgin, but thinking of your perky tits made him pop a boner like one. He caught a peek of your cleavage one day when he was helping his mom behind the counter of her shop. She was taking a call and needed him to ring up your supplies. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to be near you, having developed an intense attraction towards you ever since that rainy day you found him on the dock at the beach. It didn't help that you always brought him his favorite gifts. You were a fantastic cook, and you almost made a better pumpkin soup than his mom did.

Sebastian often wondered what your breasts would feel like after that day. He imagined the soft mounds in his hands, and thought of the sounds you'd make. He'd pinch your nipples, and you'd cry out his name and beg him to touch you more. He's often masturbated to the idea of his dick sliding in between your oiled up tits, and when he'd climax, he'd imagine his cum splattering all over your chest. You had to ask him once why he was blushing so hard when you were telling him about your new truffle oil makers. If only you knew the dirty thoughts that plagued his mind.

He wanted to confess his feelings towards you for so long, but had no idea how to go about it. He wasn't sure if you actually felt the same, and it didn't help him any seeing you be so goddamn nice to every bachelor in town. He hated the way the other men would make you giggle, wanting to have that laugh all to himself.

After seeing Elliott's arm around your shoulders one evening at the saloon, Sebastian decided he was going to go for a ride to clear his mind. He didn't want to lose you to the charming writer, but his anxiety wouldn't let him tell you that. He didn't know you had followed him until he opened the garage and was rolling his motorcycle out.

"Where are you going?" You asked him innocently. Sebastian's eyes lit up when he saw that you ditched Elliott, and suddenly had an idea pop into his head.

"I was gonna go for a ride, do you wanna join me?" He asked. He pulled an extra helmet out of the garage and offered it to you.

"I've never ridden a motorcycle before," you said nervously as you accepted the helmet. Sebastian smiled sweetly at you.

"It'll be fine, just hang on real tight to me, okay?" He said. You nodded, and got on behind him. You put on the helmet and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, resting the helmet on his back. He put his on and turned to look back at you.

"All good?" He asked. You nodded and he revved the bike up, rolling you both towards the main road that led out of the valley. Although you're still scared, you admit the fear was exhilarating. It took about an hour to get to your destination, a ledge overseeing a distant Zuzu City. Night had already fallen, and thanks to there being little light pollution, the sky was bright with thousands of stars. Sebastian sat on the grass in the middle of the ledge, and you sat beside him.

"What do you see when you look out there?" He asked, gazing out in the distance. You thought for a moment.

"I honestly never liked the city. It's too loud and there's too many people. I really love our quiet little town. It really feels like home to me," you played with a flower in the grass. He gazed down on you fondly before speaking.

"For so long, I thought I wanted to leave the valley and become somebody in the city. But lately, I don't feel that way. I think I found a reason for staying." You blushed as tour next words just flowed out from your mouth.

"You're already somebody, Sebastian. You're everything to me."

"You know, I don't usually bring girls here, if you get what I'm trying to say," he blushed, maintaining eye contact with you.

"This place is special to me. Bringing you here means you're special to me, too." Your heart could just burst at the seams hearing his words. You've dreamt about him confessing his love for you for so long; It's honestly why you spend so much time 'shopping' at Robin's, hoping to get a chance to be near him.

"Sebastian," you whispered, bringing your face close to his. He closed the gap between you, bringing his hands up to hold your head. You melted into him, kissing him with a fiery passion. You ran your tongue over his lower lip, begging to be let in. He happily obliged, whimpering into your mouth as he pulled you into his lap. His heart was pounding a mile a minute as he came to terms with the situation currently unfolding. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, he had to feel you. He slid his hands up your shirt, running his fingers along your back. Being slightly ticklish, your body involuntarily twitched into him as you mewled against his lips. It was hard to contain himself as you moved around so sweetly on top of his raging hard cock. He brought his hands around to your front to play with your breasts. You weren't wearing a bra, and he could have came right then. He gave them a slow squeeze, and let out a shuddery breath.

"God, you're just as soft as I thought you'd be," he whimpered. Your face was beet red and you bit your lip as you looked down at him.

"So, you've thought of me often then?" You ask softly. He bucked his hips up into you.

"Wouldn't be so hard otherwise," he teased. He decided you needed to ditch the shirt and all but ripped it off of you. You cried out as his lips latched onto one of your nipples, rolling the other in his fingers. You ran your fingers through his hair and couldn't stop the praise flowing from your mouth.

"Oh good boy, Sebastian, don't stop, please," You threw your head back as he lightly bit your nipple. He would worship your breasts all night if you'd let him. He pulled his lips off your abused areola to kiss all over your chest, leaving bite marks and hickeys on his mouth's journey to your neglected tit. He snuck his free hand down your pants, almost growling as he felt the wet spot on your panties. He pulled them to the side and felt your slit up and down. He began to rub your clit in slow circles and matched the rhythm with his tongue on your nipple. You rocked against him unable to withstand the stimulation for very long, crying out as your climax violently shook through your whole body. Sebastian's fingers slowed in pace and he sucked on your breast as you came down from your high, panting as you leaned your whole body into him. He simply held you until your breathing slowed to normal.

"I have condoms at the farm. We can continue this later if you'd like," you whispered into his neck with a kiss. He practically pulled you onto the motorcycle after that.

#sdv sebastian #sdv smut #stardew valley #this was supposed to be short but i got a little carried away #anon #mdni #18+ post

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mrsaltieri-real · 9 months

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I Can Be Sweet (Mickey Altieri x GN!Reader)

Word count: 1.5k

Warning/s: GN!Reader (no specified pronouns, Mickey uses the pet names baby and babe) fluffy fluff fluff, language, nudity, Mickey being soft, (yes it’s a warning) the L bomb gets dropped, romantic shit, Mickey being a terrible cook, Mickey still somehow being a little shit, etc

I’ve had a really, REALLY shit week so I wrote this as like a little soothing thing for myself and anyone else whose having a crappy week. I just needed to comfort myself by writing something like this. I’ve got good friends that have helped me through my stuff this week (you know who you are) and I wanted to say a big thank you.

Anyway, here’s a fluffy Mickey fic because sometimes we need our murder boys sweet.

You knew him better than almost anyone.

Even though you didn’t know about his… extra curricular activities, you knew Mickey.

He was cocky, sarcastic and most of the time a complete ass because that’s simply all he’d ever been. He never allowed anyone to get too close to him in fear they’d disappear like everybody else. He was a performer, an artist. A master of deception and only letting people see what he wanted them too. But once you broke through that hard shell and got to the soft centre, there was a whole different side to him.

Mickey was… sweet, he was romantic and passionate yet remained surrounded by his defensive coating until he finally trusted you enough for you to see it.

After a particularly exhausting day of serving booze to the drunk college assholes in the on campus bar you worked in to make extra money so you could live in an apartment by yourself to avoid having to share a dorm room, you walked toward your door, head pounding and feet aching. You wanted nothing more than to shower and go to sleep in preparation for what would undoubtedly be another shitty day tomorrow.

You rummaged in your bag for your keys but paused for a second outside your door, furrowing your eyebrows when you heard soft music and dishes clanking together. Had someone broken in? Fuck, that was just what you needed.

You pressed your ear to the door to try and hear a little better when you heard a familiar soft humming rendition of the current song playing on your speakers and all the paranoia faded away in an instant, calmly unlocking the door and walking inside.

Mickey was flitting around your tiny kitchen like a hurricane, trying to do far too many things at once.

“Oh, fuck me.” He cussed as he lifted the lid to one of the pots on the stove, grimacing at whatever horrible sight he’d concocted.

“Mick?”

He jumped a little, head snapping in your direction.

“Hey! Hi, you're back!” His cheeks were slightly flushed and his shirt had splatters of food spotted over the light blue material and you raised your eyebrows a little.

“Yeah, there was another fight in the bar. Shit got broken so we decided to close… what are you doing here?” An amused expression crossed your face as Mickey continued to move around the kitchen as you spoke, clearly growing more and more frustrated.

“You uh.. you said the other day you were having a rough week so I thought I’d TRY to do something nice for you. But I… yeah. I can’t cook.” He admitted sheepishly.

As he spoke you dropped your bag on the floor by the door and walked over to him, touched by his effort. “Yeah, I can see that.” You teased, gesturing toward the pots and pans completely wrecked with the burnt food coating the bottom of them. “But thank you, that’s really sweet.”

He shrugged, waving you off with his hand but you caught it, pulling him close to you. “I mean it.” You said softly and he smiled down at you, looking a little bashful.

“Sorry ‘bout your cooking shit.” He said, eyes narrowing at the ruined pans. You laughed a little, shaking your head at him.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Probably was due to get some new ones anyway.” You let go of his hand and walked around him to turn off the stove and grabbed a garbage bag, dumping the pots and pans inside. “I’ll throw them out and buy some new ones tomorrow.”

“Oh, I did do one thing right!”

You tied the bag, placing it down before looking at him.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

He grinned at you, gesturing for you to follow him as he left the kitchen and walked down the hall to your bathroom. You followed him sceptically, unsure of whatever the hell he had awaiting you but was taken aback when you entered your bathroom after him to see he’d run you a beautiful bubble bath, candles scattered around the whole room with your favourite song playing softly on your other pair of speakers. Whatever he’d used in the bath smelt of honeysuckle and lavender, the smells oddly complimenting each other.

Mickey dipped his hand in the bath before smiling proudly to himself and turning to face you. “I might be a shit cook but I can run a mean fucking bath.”

You didn’t respond, staring at the bubbles until they blurred into fuzzy white spots, a tear falling down your cheek. “Hey, hey, hey! Why are you crying?” Mickey’s voice sounded alarmed as he moved in front of you, his hand automatically reaching forward to wipe the fallen tears.

“I… no one’s ever done anything like this for me.” You felt slightly pathetic for crying, trying to move your head so Mickey wouldn’t see your face but he held your cheeks in his hand, beautiful face soft and affectionate.

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it was gonna make you cry, baby.” He still looked a little anxious, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“No! No, these are happy tears.” You assured him, sniffling a little. His hands dropped from your face and slid down your arms, seeming at least a little comforted as he said, “still.”

You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up on your toes so you could bury your face into the crook of his neck. He let out a small laugh before wrapping his arms around you, hand rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades and burrowing his face into your messy hair.

“You stink.” He mumbled into it making you laugh and pull back, playfully smacking his arm.

“Yeah genius, I work in a college bar of course I stink.”

“Want me to help you?” He gestured toward the bath before his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, a broad smile on his beautiful face as you nodded eagerly.

“Lift your arms.”

You obeyed, raising your arms above your head so he could pull your shirt off of you, placing it carefully on top of your laundry basket. His hands moved down to your jeans, popping the button open and pulling down the zipper slowly, smirking a little at your soft shiver when his warm fingers made contact with your skin. “Easy babe, we’re just taking a bath.”

You rolled your eyes, lightly nudging his hands away so you could remove your jeans along with your underwear, turning to toss them on top of your shirt.

When you turned back round Mickey was already naked and your eyes automatically dropped to his package before quickly diverting away, making him laugh again.

“Giggly prick.” You muttered as he climbed into the bubbly water, opening his arms out for you to climb in in front of him.

You took his hand, sighing happily at the perfectly warm water before you sat down between his legs, head resting back against his shoulder. He leaned forward, picking up your washcloth and dipping it into the water and wringing it out a little before he smoothed it over your chest, his head resting softly against yours.

“You’re being very sweet tonight.” You said softly, hearing his breathy laugh in your ear.

“You sound surprised. I can be sweet.” He defended himself in mock offence.

“I know, but never like this.”

It was quiet for a moment as Mickey continued to gently wash your aching body. The warm water in combination with his hot body was relaxing your tight muscles in a way that almost had you floppy in his arms.

“Am I really that bad?“ he murmured into your ear.

You frowned a little, lifting and turning your head so you were looking at him. “I didn’t mean it like-“

“No, no it’s okay. I know how I can be sometimes, and I guess in addition to me doing this because you’ve had a bad week it’s also to show you how much I care about you.”

You leaned up a little so you could press your lips to his cheek softly before sinking back into his arms, head leaning back again against his shoulder and your eyes fluttered closed.

“There’s also another reason.”

“Mm?“ you hummed absentmindedly. You felt his heart rate pick up and his breathing hitch ever so slightly as he swallowed, as if he was terrified of whatever he was about to say.

“I uh…” he sighed, face burrowing even further into your shoulder. “I love you.” He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.

You froze for a moment, trying to comprehend what he had just said. “Y- you what?” You twisted around so his head moved off your shoulder and he was forced to look at you.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face and you struggled to turn all the way round to face him in the bath, and he laughed as he gripped your elbow to help you. “Steady, steady.” He said softly.

“You love me?” You whisper once you are facing him. You were straddling him, knees either side of his thighs and your hands resting on his chest while his rested on your hips under the water as you looked into his eyes, trying and failing to stop the tears from welling up again.

He bobbed his head once and even in the dim light of the flickering candles you saw his cheeks flush slightly.

“You don’t have to say it back!” He suddenly said quickly. “Please don’t feel like you have to say it b-“

“I love you too.”

A relieved sigh came out of Mickey’s mouth and his lips turned up into a devastatingly beautiful smile. “Thank fucking god.” He whispered, leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours.

#i needed to write this for me #i feel ✨soothed✨#i love him so much #my favourite lil guy #EVER #scream #mickey altieri #scream 2 #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri fluff #mickey altieri x you #slasher x reader

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klausysworld · 1 year

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So I was wondering could you do something with Klaus and reader, where Klaus just uses her as a human blood bag and sex (kinda how Damon did with Caroline in TVD) but reader is sweet towards Klaus and he starts to fall for reader.

You’ll always have me

Over a thousand year Klaus had many ‘pets’ as he would call them. Those who were purely there for his pleasure and entertainment. To satisfy his needs and offer a distraction from whatever major even in his life was happening. His most recent one however was different. Even when he compelled the others in the past they would still act disgusted. They would do as he asked and then run the second they weren’t needed. His newest little human behaved unbelievably well. She would do anything he asked without complaint, and extra things too. Making him drinks and bringing them to him, encouraging him to tell her about his day, why was he so sad? She would offer a hug and climb into his hold. She would listen to his stories and comment on his artwork. He began seeking her opinion, which shade of blue was better? He wasn’t too sure anymore.

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“Klaus?” i asked quietly cautiously reaching out to touch his arm. He had returned home covered head to toe in blood, the rage in his eyes slowly disappeared into a deep sadness.

“are you okay?” i whispered bringing the now soaked cloth to wipe the blood splatters from his face “are you hurt?” he leant his head into my hand having me cup his cheek as he slightly shook his head

“my hybrids…they tried to kill me so i- well…” i nodded and rubbed his bicep comfortingly. I learnt that often Klaus just needed someone to show that he wasn’t a complete monster to make him calm down. Sure i was compelled to keep any and all things he did and said a secret but he could do a lot worse. The blood drinking didn’t bother me much anymore, he’s never rough with it, it’s only a small sting when he first bites down and then it feels…well almost nice? pleasurable.

Pleasure is a whole other world with him though. Even when he makes it all about him somehow he’ll still have me coming numerous times around him. Sometimes he even solely focuses in me, apparently he enjoys my taste, he will compel my arms to stay above my head while his tongue dive deep inside me, his hot,skilled mouth sucking at my clit. He’s had me in so many positions i didn’t even know existed, always fucking into just the right spot. The first few times i was a little more hesitant but i ended up just craving him. Sex was an easy way to make him feel better aswell. Telling him i needed him always resulted in mindless fucking and then snuggling in his bed. In what universe would that be a bad thing?

“would you like me to run a bath? or would you prefer a shower?” i asked making sure his face was clean before gently taking his hands to wipe them

“just a shower will do, will you join me?” pain was clear in his voice, he seemed fragile even. I offered a smile and we went upstairs and into the shower. Despite expecting him to take me against the tiled wall he just stood and washed himself quietly. Silently i helped him, taking the sponge from his hand and scrubbing gently at the now dried blood. He worked his hands into my hair, massaging the shampoo into my scalp

“you’re such a sweet pet” he mumbled while i washed his thighs “i’m so glad i have you” he told me, i looked up to him and gave a small smile

“you’ll always have me” i promised and went to reach for his slightly hardened member but his hand caught my wrist

“you don’t need to do that today” he murmured bringing my hand to his lips and kissing the back of it

“are you sure? you look ready” i asked glancing between his legs where he now stood, his tip pointing up

“i don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to, i’d rather you just be here” i reached up and gave a kiss to his neck before pulling my hand from his and wrapped it around his cock.

“i want to, please let me?” i muttered while beginning to pump him slowly, he breathed out heavily and his head went back to rest on the wall behind. I went down onto my knees and licked up his length tentatively.

“oh love” he sighed using his hands to pull my hair into a makeshift ponytail “you’re like heaven on earth” he whispered

i let my tongue run flat against him a few timed before wrapping my lips around his tip sucking gently. My hand continued to pump him while i licked and sucked his sensitive tip listening to his guttural groans and moans. I looked up him and his mouth gaped when he kept the eye contact. I took more of him into my mouth and began bobbing my head.

“such a perfect girl for me” he praised and i took him deeper. He hit the back of my throat and i hummed around him loudly, his eyes fell shut and his brows furrowed as he held my face in place and began rocking into me. I swallowed around him making him grunt as he started moving faster. i used my hands to cup his balls, fondling with them the way i knew he loved. I moaned around him, his grip on my hair tightened and he twitched in my mouth. I sucked harder as though trying to swallow him completely. One hand left my head and flew forward to grab the shelf “fuckfuckfuckfuck” he chanted and quickly pulled out and turned away slightly letting himself released all over the shower floor while panting heavily

I lifted myself back to my feet and rubbed his back

“you okay?” i asked hoarsely

“i’m doing amazing” he laughed breathily “you’re an angel you know that?” he whispered turning back to me and kissing me harshly but quicker than usual. He looked down to my slowly bruising knees and sighed

“it doesn’t hurt” i reassured holding his hand

“i’ll give you some of my blood when we get out the shower okay?” he muttered guiding me back under the hot water and we finished getting clean.

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Klaus couldn’t stand the way her skin would bruise. such a delicate thing, so sensitive. He made sure to have her held in his arms, his wrist carefully placed against her lips while he encouraged her to drink, he felt euphoric having her latched onto his arm, the desire to treat her like a servant was long gone. He was however afraid that lifting the compulsion would break the care she showed for him. What if it was actually just his manipulation that had you being kind?

Over the next week or so he just couldn’t do it anymore.

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“y/n, love, could you come here a moment?” he was nervous? i was confused he’s never seemed nervous before. I walked over to him quickly and he placed both hands on my shoulders. His pupils dilated, compulsion…now i was very confused, he hasn’t compelled me in months.

“you are free of any and all things i have compelled you to do, you have no further obligation to me and can do as you please with any information you have found”

i felt a slight weight be lifted as i felt the air shift, i was able to leave if i wanted to.

“goodbye my love” he whispered slowly taking a step back and glancing at the front door “you can go back to your home now, i won’t stop you”

“klaus…this is my home, i know that it started under odd circumstances but i’m happy here, i want to stay here…with you”

“you’re confused, the compulsion should be gone maybe your minds still fuzzy”

“i told you that you would always have me, i meant that, i still mean it. I don’t want to leave” i argued moving closer to him and grasping him hands “you don’t want me to stay?”

His eyes widened and panic took over his features

“no no i do, i would love for you to stay, if that’s what you really want… i don’t want you to have to be a pet anymore, your more than a distraction, you’re mine, my love and i am yours”

“mine?”

“yours”

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nwaluva-200 · 3 months

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Bumping into Konig smoking on the streets of New York City.

It’s a blisteringly hot summer day, the kind where it’s so hot that the streets are sparse, air-conditioned cafes are always packed, and ice-cream is a girl's best friend. You amble mindlessly down the street, icecream in hand - when all of a sudden, a searing burn strikes your arm. You double-down, holding your arm, and putting pressure on where the cigarette butt hit you. Your ice-cream drops to the ground, splattering everywhere.

“Ah, oWW -oh my god!”

You look around, confused. Where the hell did a cigarette come flying from?

“Oh mein gott - are you okay, miss?”

A large man towered over you, holding your arm gently in his sweaty hand. Looking up, you see a strange kind of mask, like a beekeeper's mask. His biceps bulge as he tenses, worried about how his cigarette he flicked onto the street hit you directly.

“Hey! Watch where you throw those things!” You turn the pain into anger, directing it at your would-be assailant. His face seems to squish together under the mask, or maybe you’re just seeing things. His eyes are sparkling.

“I-I’m so sorry, that’s never happened before.” He seems kinda cute, and just the right amount of apologetic, you think. You tuck some loose hair behind your ear, smiling up at him.

“Oh, I’m sure it has. You have some excellent accuracy, Mister…” You ask for his name.

“.. it’s Konig.” He offers his hand for you to shake. “Nice to meet you, even in these, ahh… less than fortunate circumstances. You are ..?”

You give him your name, and shake his hand.

“Y’know, I could press charges” You joke, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“Would you settle for a coffee? I know a place nearby” Konig picks up what you put down, and it’s obvious that he’s into you.

You two sit opposite each other at an outside table at a cute bistro. After your coffees arrive, Konig moves to light another cigarette.

“Hey watch it, you’re gonna give me PTSD” You giggle and lean over so he can light your cigarette too.

“I’ll be careful..” He speaks with a slight accent. It’s kinda attractive how mysterious he is, with the mask and all.

“So, what’s with the mask?” You attempt to ask nonchalantly.

“Protects my identity” He gruffly replies.

“Oh..” You don’t really know what to say, a little startled by his sudden icy demeanour.

The conversation picks up after you leave the topic of his mask alone. The peeks you get of his jaw and mouth as he drinks his coffee lets you see he’s a handsome guy, and so your type. You do everything you can to flirt your way into getting his number, but he’s so thick-headed he doesn’t get that you aren’t just being friendly - by asking to feel his biceps, or even going so far as to feed him some of the cake he bought you from your fork.

What was meant to be a quick stop for coffee turns into a 2 hour date, and even as you stand up to leave, he still hasn’t asked for your number!

“Hey so, I don’t usually do this often, so you should feel pretty great about yourself after this. I’m gonna give you my number..”

You try to confidently write out your number on a napkin, but you can’t stop your hand from shaking. You could never forgive yourself for messing up the opportunity to go out with the hottest guy you’d ever met. You kiss the napkin before handing it to Konig, leaving a pretty lipstick mark in the shape of your lips. Konig holds the napkin in his large hand, looking up at you, then down at the napkin about 5 times in shock, before stuttering. “T-Thank you, I will call you..later?” He asks, making sure that’s what you want.

“Mhm.” You nod your head, slide your purse onto your arm, then walk away, taking extra care to move your hips. You can’t help but look back, wanting to see whether he’s still looking at you. He isn’t. He’s staring at the napkin, holding it so gently, but just before you turn back around, he looks straight at you. It’s startling, and you turn around and walk out of the cafe immediately. ‘Damn, that would’ve been so cool if I didn't look back..’ you think to yourself as you walk back home, a light blush on your cheeks.

#konig #konig cod #konig x reader #konig x y/n #konig x you #Call of duty #call of duty fic #konig call of duty #konig mw2

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meyousing · 1 year

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𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 [𝟏]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: chrollo + prompt 27 “you know that I’ll find you. I always find you.” + reincarnation(& or soulmate) au

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you meet and fall head over heels for chrollo after his act of kindness in what would have otherwise been an embarrassing moment for you. after a comfortable amount of time in a relationship together, chrollo decides that you are ready for the next step…whatever that may be.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this is PART 1 of a soulmate au where mates have a nen tattoo of the other's portrait on their hand. sfw, drugging + kidnapping, manipulation, gaslighting if you squint???

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 is here!

Hesitance was so obvious across your face as you stared into your lap; your hand rested atop it as your eyes bore into the slip of paper floating in your palm. The name and phone number written on it stared right back at you, almost mockingly. You hadn’t noticed your knee bouncing, your other hand rushing to pin it down and make it stop. There really wasn’t anything to be nervous about. He gave me his phone number for a reason you told yourself, trying to let that fact ward off your growing insecurity.

It was a Monday morning and you had finished a night shift at the café you worked for, the night having been average overall. Despite that, you were more than looking forward to getting home in the early morning and unwinding before taking a nice, long sleep, and letting your woes of the day melt away.

“You lucky biatch” a coworker grumbled from behind your back, making you turn your head as you finished signing out for the day. You let out a laugh, feeling guilty when you caught sight of the bags under her eyes and the half-empty iced coffee in her hand.

“Good sleep?” you mused, knowing all too well how this coworker in particular always liked to spend her Sunday nights out late, partying. It became a weekly occurrence to have these interactions, you had started growing fond of them. You clock out, your coworker whines, then you remind her that she said she would rather “eat a peanut and throw her epipen on the freeway” than ever work a night shift. As you brought this up to her once again this time, she let her head droop and released a long, dramatic groan.

“Feels like I already did” she grumbled, trudging past you in defeat to sign in for the day. You patted her back sympathetically before wishing her well and heading off. Usually, you would just go straight home and start your wellness routine, though for some reason, you wanted to bring a beverage home with you. Any time you craved a tea or simple coffee you would just make one at home to save an extra few bucks. Today though, you wanted to treat yourself.

You ignored the skeptical glimpses of the morning workers as you slid back to the counter and quickly made some tea in a to-go cup, slipping back out silently and making your way to the doors.

Sweet freedom was only a few steps away, your other hand reached for the knob of the door when– suddenly it was hot. Not the door handle or your hand, but your torso. You cast your eyes down as the feeling set in, barely registering that your once hot cup of tea was now splattered all over your uniform, seeping through it and soaking into your skin. You heard a distant voice that sounded like it was apologizing, though your mind only screamed panic as the sensation hit you fully.

Then it was over in an instant; the door opened and the cool winter air blew in, chilling your shirt–the sopping material now weighing you down. As the culprit stood at your side, frantically shoving napkins in your hands and still profusely saying I’m so sorry! your attention had been caught by someone else.

A man who could only be described as beautiful stood in front of you, his expression passive aside from his dusky eyes that started to widen upon seeing the display in front of him. You were captivated and a bit flustered, he certainly differed from the usual townsfolk who stopped by the café. He was a lot younger–likely the same age as you–and his style was polished, even with the peculiar cloth wrapped around his forehead. Yet somehow it complemented his look as a whole, you found yourself staring. It took you a while to realize this, maybe due to so much happening in such a short amount of time. It wasn’t until he began to remove his jacket and step towards you that you came to.

You recalled then that your uniform shirt was white, and given the fact that it was now completely soaked through–you had a feeling that you were a bit more exposed than you would have liked. Your cheeks flushed hotter than the tea had been, a lump forming in your throat as the aforementioned beautiful man stood at your side and placed his jacket on your shoulders, helping your arms through the sleeves. You let him pull and place your limbs, too embarrassed to move them yourself and instead took these few seconds to breathe and ground yourself again.

He swiveled to stand in front of you, pulling the collar forward so he could seal the four buttons and cover you up. He met your eyes and smiled, the expression so soft and genuine that it made your heart skip a beat. Neither of you had spoken yet, instead just basking in each other for a moment. Something about this sudden meeting felt odd, different from any other. Was this what happened when people described…love at first sight? As you felt yourself gaining the confidence to speak up, to stop the damn staring and say something… he turned around and walked away. You blinked, frozen on the spot for a moment.

“Wait!” you yelled, ignoring the bothered eyes of other patrons from your outburst. The man stopped in his place and looked at you, his face curious. Curious, as if he didn’t know that what he had just done was one of the kindest gestures anyone could do in this instance, and was now leaving you…with his coat…his coat that felt expensive, you noted, now that it caressed your skin. You were reluctant as he watched you though, nerves present from his intense gaze.

“What about your coat?” you queried in a small voice, unsure of what else to say. Maybe you should have introduced yourself instead…or asked for his name.

He paused, expression unchanging before it morphed into something more amused.

“I’m sure you’ll find me again soon enough. I’ll be looking forward to it.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought that he left his number in the pocket of his coat for you on purpose, fatefully. Like he knew that he would find you today, and would have to leave but wanted to maintain contact, thus leaving the paper for you to find. But that only ever happened that way in movies, this was just a strange but wonderful coincidence. Perhaps he had made this to act as a makeshift business card for whatever well-paying business he must have run–something that could support so easily giving up a pricey coat such as his.

You inhaled sharply before finally acting, taking your phone and opening the keypad to type in his number. You were on autopilot as you hit the dial, listening to the first ring tensely. As it continued ringing you started to zone out, caught in your own head, anxious thoughts plaguing you as you wondered if this was a good idea after all, but you couldn’t just keep his coat! It wasn’t until you heard a distant “Hello?” that you noticed the phone was still in your lap, and not on speaker phone. You rushed to raise it to your ear.

“Hello! Um…this is Y/N from the café, earlier today…is this Chrollo?” you recalled the name written on the paper, hoping that you had pronounced it correctly.

A beat of silence…then an airy chuckle.

“Yes, it is. I’m happy we could reconnect so soon” he replied. You were sure you could hear the smile in his voice. The thought made your heart skip a beat.

From that point forward, you would call Chrollo every day. Sometimes he would call you. You’d spend your days talking, getting to know each other as best as you could through a phone. He learned your job schedule, knowing to call you in the early morning so you two could talk for as long as you pleased without work being in your way.

Sometimes if you had a particularly exhausting shift and he could hear the yawns that you tried to stifle, he would offer to stay on the line and read for you until you fell asleep. These days were your favourite; it felt like he really was there at your side, his soft voice being your own personal lullaby. You wished this could be your reality, to come home to Chrollo making you breakfast or resting in your bed with a book in one hand, a mug in the other, with yours at the bedside table that he kept warm with a sleeve.

The times where you’d elude to these wishes, and ask him about his work, he would explain that right now he was travelling a lot, and that it would be quite a while before you and him could have another in-person encounter. This disappointed you, but you were willing to wait for him. Aside from your job, you didn’t have much else to do outside of work…you could wait a bit longer if it meant having a companion.

But then it happened. A day came that initially felt like any other. You pulled your keys from your coat (Chrollo’s coat. It was a bit too big for you, but you liked wearing it, it was the closest you could get to actually being with him) to unlock the door to your apartment. Though when you grabbed onto the handle, it cracked the door open. Your feet felt heavy, you couldn’t move yet. Surely you locked the door before you left for work last night…

Before you could start a torturous mental cycle of didn't I lock the door? Was anything stolen? Is there an intruder in there right now? The door was opened from the inside, making your palms clam up, fingers starting to tremble.

There stood Chrollo, smiling sweetly at you.

“You shouldn’t keep your door unlocked” was all he said, but his chastising words went in one of your ears and out the other while you simply stared, your jaw dropping. Chrollo was really here?!

Your body acted before your mind could, arms flying out to wrap around his shoulders and throw yourself against him in what was a bodycheck of a hug. You’d have been embarrassed at the desperation this displayed, had you not been so happy to see him. Feeling him now, how his arms returned the embrace by wrapping around your waist, letting you know he was really here. That made any suspicions you had about your apartment dissipate, all you cared about now was how, what you expected to be a long wait of seeing the man you started to fall for, was no longer a wait at all. You felt tears of joy form in your eyes as his gentle laugh vibrated against you.

“I’m happy to see you too. Come inside, I made us some tea.”

That was one of the most memorable days of your life. You shared a morning tea, then he held you in his arms as you two slept for the day. When you woke up in the evening, he had prepared a candle-lit dinner and informed you that there was a rose-petaled bubble bath waiting for you when you were done with dessert. You had not expected him to join you in that bath, but what followed left you feeling soft and satisfied for the rest of the weekend, so you were more than happy with it.

He must have planned his arrival after you told him that you had the upcoming weekend off, the sly guy that he was. You were elated, he had been spending every day with you since and told you that you’d no longer have to worry about bills or rent as long as you had him with you. The generosity he continued to show you was unreal, hard to accept as reality–what kind of average person just comes into your life one day and suddenly becomes your provider, and enjoys doing it? You’d grown to accept this as a dog-eat-dog world, but Chrollo changed that for you.

After one particular night where your shift at the cafe was shorter, but more tiring, you arrived home to Chrollo rearranging the contents of the bookshelf that he bought for you. You smiled and returned his greeting before dropping your work purse beside your shoes, promptly flopping down onto the couch in exhaustion. You enjoyed the quiet, the only sound in the room being your soft breathing and the shuffling of Chrollo. The peace was disrupted for a moment, Chrollo unceremoniously shoved a book into the case a bit too harshly, making a loud thud that had you jolting in your spot, your weary eyes peering open. You thought nothing of it, though you figured he must have wanted your attention when he turned to look at you and began walking in your direction. You watched as he sat down next to you, gesturing to the tea tray on the coffee table that you hadn’t noticed when you walked in.

You thanked him with a smile, taking one of the mugs and leaning back as you took a slow sip. His eyes seemed to be lingering today, observing how you swallowed the first sip and took another, for what felt like longer than usual. He was back to normal in mere milliseconds, blinking once and sighing quietly. He didn’t have his usual soft grin of a resting face, which seemed off, so you let him prompt the conversation that was bound to come. Have you done something wrong?

“Y/N, can you see this?” he asked, raising his left hand with his knuckles facing you. You glanced at it, confusion starting to show itself on your face, your brows began knitting and lifting the longer you wondered what he meant by that.

“Your hand?” you questioned, head tilting slightly. Chrollo’s face fell for just a moment, making you swallow your next sip of tea a bit harshly.

“I had a feeling you couldn’t. Fate works in mysterious ways…” he mused on as he glanced away, leaving you unsure of what exactly he was talking about. He turned back to you, and you noticed that his face was a bit blurrier now. No, not just his face…everything. Your vision was grainy, your ears started to ring. Your hands trembled as you tried placing down your teacup while these feelings intensified, but you ended up dropping it on the floor in exchange for stability as you roughly gripped the arm of the couch. You tried to look at Chrollo for refuge, unsure of what exactly was going on. Though blurry, his face looked pleased, not even acknowledging the spilled beverage on the floor, in contrast to how it concerned you. He didn’t move to help you, or ask what was wrong. He looked too pleased, like he knew this would happen…

Did he… drug you?

Your vision began fading to black, the ringing in your ears so loud it nearly deafened you. You could make out one last string of words that came from Chrollo before fainting fully:

“You can always learn. We have all the time in the world.”

It felt like you’d been hit with a hammer. Your head was throbbing something fierce, and you were dizzy even when your eyes stayed shut. You forced yourself to open them, unsure of what happened last as you tried to remember. You were seated upright, head feeling extremely heavy as you lifted it. Your eyes squinted as if to remedy the pain, and you could tell that you were currently in an airship. You were aware of how pricey these rides could be, you had only ever been in one a single time before for a holiday party with your coworkers a few years back. What are you doing here now?

It wasn’t until you heard footsteps and saw Chrollo entering your section from behind a door that every memory of what happened prior rushed back to you, a stabbing sensation overwhelming your temples. You grimaced, and Chrollo was at your side in an instant, his soothing hand beginning to caress your hair, his other handing you a cup of water that began to condensate. You took it from him silently, ready to sip it, when the droplets wetting your hands kept you aware, grounded. You remembered what got you to this point: a beverage made by him.

Chrollo noticed your hesitation and chuckled, his fingers weaving into your roots to press against your scalp comfortingly.

“It’s just water this time, dear” he pacified, daringly resting his chin on top of your head as the motion pulled you closer into him. You were too fatigued to argue, your hand felt weak as you lifted the full glass to your lips, letting the water cool your insides as you took half of the entire quantity in a few sips. As he continued rubbing your head, you struggled to find any words that could express your anger at what he had done to you. Why had he done this?!

“Why?” you asked with as much firmness as you could muster. Given the state you were in, it came out quiet, making your shoulders tense in embarrassment. You didn’t need to elaborate further though, Chrollo hugged you closer as he answered.

“I could tell you, but you won’t be able to understand the full extent of it until I find the right time to actually show you.”

“Show me what?” you questioned desperately, finishing off your water and dropping the cup on the table before placing your wet hand on your cheek, trying to cool it off as your growing temper from the vagueness of his words made your body feel worse. His hands continued to lull you, upsetting you even further since you were much too weak to put up a fight. He sighed inaudibly, you felt it instead–what with being smothered by him right now and all. He finally let go of you in favour of seating himself beside you. You couldn’t fully get away from him, of course.

“You’ve never heard of nen, have you?”

You were familiar with it. A few of your coworkers had mentioned stories of their prodigy siblings or grandparents who were hunters, using this power called nen in their adventures.

“Yes I have” you murmured. You kept your eyes down, refusing to meet his out of spite. You could see in your periphery that he lit up very slightly, his lips upturning in what was surely the most charming of smiles as he grabbed your left hand with his own. He hooked his ring finger around yours, effectively grabbing your attention. You learned that Chrollo was a very poetic man, so a movement like that surely had a deeper meaning with him.

“You do not wield it, I know that now. And I don’t want to force you to learn it, either. Do you want to learn?”

“No.” you replied immediately. There was a reason that you were working at a cafe, and the overnight shifts, no less. You were very comfortable with your life right now; a stable job, a decent one-person apartment, and what you thought was a solid relationship.

“That’s fine, then” he replied just as quickly. “It just means that what I’m about to say will sound mad.”

You lifted a curious brow.

“You’re my soulmate, as I am yours.”

Yeah, he’s not all there. You scoffed, irritated at such a ridiculous claim. You did believe in soulmates before this in a different way. You thought that a soulmate was just the person you clicked with. That thought process always had you theorizing that Chrollo was yours, but what he just pulled had thrown all of that out of the window.

“A soulmate wouldn’t force a meeting through drugging and kidnapping. Where are we going, anyways?!” you were becoming more and more lucid as this conversation went on, perhaps due to how incredulous Chrollo’s words continued to be. You looked around more, noticing a window a bit further in front of you. All you could see was the sky, though you could definitely look down to the ground and get a decent idea of where you were now, if you scooted a bit closer–

“I told you that would make me sound mad. But I assure you, I’m sharing nothing but the truth.” He grabbed your hand as you started scooching away, keeping you in your place. You looked back at him in irritation, scowling as you tried pulling away once more, but his grip was unrelenting. You huffed in defeat and sat back once more, crossing your legs away from him as if to subconsciously distance yourself as much as possible. He used his right hand to hold yours and lifted his left again, reminding you of how he did the same thing…hours ago? Days ago? How long ago had he drugged you, exactly?

“You can’t see it, since you can’t use nen, but your face is on my hand here. Soulmates have nen tattoos of their partner’s portrait, you have one of me on your hand too.”

You instantly looked down at your appendage, obviously not seeing anything there, yet your mind was screaming get it off, get it off!!!

“The expression on the face is the one we are supposed to see the first time we meet. There isn’t any spilled tea in my portrait of you, but otherwise, mine was correct.” He laughed airily, as if he was sooo clever for saying that. Surely, if he had explained this to you normally in the comfort of your living room, and didn't kidnap you for absolutely no reason, you would have thought it was funny too. You probably would have laughed and even snorted, something only he could ever make you do.

You remained silent for a moment, still trying to figure out why exactly everything happened the way that it did. You thought about your next words carefully, not wanting to have an outburst since Chrollo could be very civil with you in the past, and you wanted to respect that now. After all, this situation only showed you what he was really capable of. Who knew what could happen if you had an outburst after he had shown you some of his worst?

“Why did you go to all of this trouble just to tell me that?”

Chrollo looked to the side for a moment, it was his turn to be silent. Had you stumped him? Did he actually realize that this was completely unnecessary? Surely that was it, now he would tell the pilot to turn around and take you home, right?

“Now that I’ve found you, I don’t plan on losing you any time soon. My work for the troupe is much more important than serving patrons at an overstaffed cafe. This was the only realistic solution.”

Realistic?!

“I understand if it will take you some time to come to terms with that, but I digress. We’re currently heading to Meteor City, there’s some work I must take care of there for a few weeks. I would like my soulmate to accompany me, now that we’re finally together. You’ll have to get used to this new lifestyle, anyways. Now is a good time to start.”

Before you could respond to any of his daft statements, or ask him what troupe job he was talking about, a ding followed by a calm voice overhead informed you (and the other passengers? Your section was completely private, isolated. How were you supposed to know?) that you had met your destination, making Chrollo perk up. You were still trying to process what he had just said to you, so when he squeezed your hand–your left hand, the one apparently adorning his face–you were flooded with anxiety at the thought of being rushed up and exiting an airship to somewhere you have never been, a place with a reputation, alongside someone who had gained and crushed your trust in such a short amount of time, pretending that the trust was still there and that you were excited to be going with him. Maybe if there were enough people around…

“Y/N” Chrollo called, holding his hand out for you as he stood by the door. His voice tore you out of the overbearing thoughts that were creating a racket in your head, which you were relieved to be done with, though the expectant look on his face diminished that relief in an instant.

You stood on shaky legs, forcing yourself to move towards him, a bit scared of what would happen if you didn’t; what else he would do. You tried to walk out simply at his side, ignoring his outstretched hand, as you were becoming very sick of the constant physical contact. No matter, Chrollo just linked his arm with yours and led you out. Surely your blood had to have been boiling by now.

As you exited your section, your blood went cold instead, as your entire body flushed with adrenaline, witnessing what had to have been hundreds of other passengers exiting the airship. You stopped in shock for a second, halting Chrollo as well. He turned to look at you, and you chose to ignore him and continue walking, hopefully playing your surprise off. You really hoped that hadn’t piqued his suspicions at all, but he said nothing, and allowed you to take a bit of a lead for the time being. Maybe you had convinced him that you were excited! Yes, you could work with that.

“I didn’t know so many people came here” you smiled, laying the sweetness on nice and thick with a sugary tone. You played off the scrunch of your nose with ease, pretending that it was from anticipation instead of the horrible stench in the air. “You should have said something sooner, is Meteor City more of a tourist spot than I thought?” Chrollo looked at you fondly.

“I wouldn’t say that, but it certainly has become more populated in recent years.”

Your grin went impossibly wide then, you were just so happy that he was playing right into your façade. You didn’t want it to be too obvious though, so you looked away from him. The high spirit you presented made it seem like you were eagerly looking around at the absolute wasteland in amazement, when you were actually trying to see what the easiest path to run through the crowd would be.

Unfortunately, your landing point had a lot of open space. The longer you waited, the quicker the crowd would dissipate into their own destinations; either leaving you and Chrollo alone with nowhere to hide, or indirectly allowing him to drag you away for good alongside the rest of them.

Your window of opportunity was dwindling quickly, if you went now you could–

“Hey boss, you’re back!” you whipped your head, seeing a crowd of people staring at Chrollo. The source of the call was a blond man of average height, standing in the middle of the crowd and waving his arm in the air to grab your attention. To say that the people surrounding him were intimidating, was an extreme understatement. A few of them were unrealistically tall, displaying freshly toned muscles. Some just had a flare of intelligence, like they could read your mind right now and knew exactly what you were planning.

You gulped audibly as all of them shifted their gaze to you at once, you having been so engrossed in analyzing each of their terrifying auras that the sudden attention made you jump. Was this that troupe he mentioned?

“That’s your soulmate, isn’t it?” a woman wearing large glasses inquired, her black bob bouncing as she angled her head at you. You looked up at Chrollo in horror, suddenly feeling very scared of this entourage that he was bringing you to, that seemed to already know who you are. If you melded into the group of them–if you allowed Chrollo to bring you the few steps that would essentially turn you over to them, you knew for certain that you would have no chance of escape.

You had to go, now.

Sure, you were curious to hear how Chrollo planned to introduce you; wondering if they were as crazy as he was, to see their reactions when he retold the story of how he brought you here, but you knew those few seconds would be desperate time wasted. You also knew that Chrollo was strong enough to hold you down if he felt you preparing to move; you would need to catch him off guard.

So you bolted. And it worked. It was as if time had stopped just for you, freezing everything else in the world for a split second so you could lunge away from him and sprint as far as your body would take you. You hadn’t a clue where you were running, but you would rather find that out for yourself than have Chrollo be the one to dictate it for you.

“There she goes,” Uvogin grumbled, crossing his arms, an inconvenienced expression stressing his face as everyone else turned their heads to watch you go.

“Should I go after her?” Nobunaga craned his neck lazily back to Chrollo, his tone bored as he waited for the command of his boss before taking any action.

“No, let her run.” Chrollo’s eyes remained on your ever-shrinking figure, allowing you to fade into the distance. “She knows how this will end. Best to let her get it out of her system before we get to that point.”

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Autobiography of Red

Pairing: Eddie Horniman x Susie Glass

Wordcount: 1,597

Warnings: Explicit, +18, Smut, Masturbation, Emotionally Repressed, Sad Ending, Crying, Possessiveness, Dirty Talk, Did I mention it is sad?

Summary: "I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it."* The London Eye stood still at this ungodly hour. Susie was alone in her apartment but hoped she wasn't.

Susie was not an early bird, but she was forced to become one. She would rather nap for a bit longer. Today, she briefly closed her eyes to say goodbye to her nighttime sleep. The last moment of peace was not given because her mind unhelpfully supplied the daily schedule. It included lengthy dealings on the farm at Halstead Manor. They also included a particular ex-military, aristocratic soldier. The thirteenth Duke of Halstead.

She buried herself deeper under the sheets and remembered how they danced in the living room of the manor. The lingering touches, subtle glances and drinking more and more just to loosen up and not bother with the consequences of all the exchanged gestures.

The next day, Eddie asked her what she was still doing there as if he had not led her to a bedroom on the first floor and had not helped her out of her shoes. She remembered the kiss left on her forehead. Remembered how his fingers slipped down her bare arm sticking out from under the sheets.

Susie was on the edge of asking him to stay, rest his head on the other pillow, and embrace her body, before she completely forget what it means to be close to another person. But, she shut her mouth tightly. Her eyes closed and she heard doors closed behind Eddie.

It was time for daydreams to end. Susie stared for a moment at the London Eye, which stood still at this ungodly hour.

Later, she bit her lip, walking in front of her vast closet, and trying to decide what to wear. She thought about a nice three-piece suit in deep navy. On some days, she just needed an extra boost of confidence to cover up her uncertainty and doubts.

The clothes had to speak for her, wordlessly explaining that Susie was qualified to do what she did and that she was an authority in her own right without her dad having the last word. She is not a blind follower of his rules, but she is their maker, too. Susie is writing them in wet ink, and whoever disobeys her ends up with her pen sticking out of his eye.

She smirked, picturing her future enemies punished through that unconventional method. There is always space to refine one's game.

Nevertheless, she moved her sight to the other part of her closet, where various shirts were hung. She has not worn silk for a while now. Her collection was too diverse to let it lie unused.

She took a moment longer to consider her options and switched to choosing a lingerie set. Of course, today, there was no need to fuss with anything too frivolous. One of the white drawers hid her plain but comfortable bras, which she would wear on a daily basis.

A plain Skims set would do the work, but once she had it on, she felt too casual, so mediocre that her skin started to itch as if it wanted to be peeled off. The set blended with her pale skin tone and made her smoother, almost perfect. Only freckles splattered on her legs and arms betrayed an extra layer of material on her body.

Her resourcefulness, more often than not, was a hindrance to fulfilling her own needs.

Susie turned back to the drawers and opened another one. The contests of it, their textures, colours, and variety of patterns differed diametrically. She gently slid her fingers through them and stopped on the dark burgundy set.

Her mind drifted to the day they stole a green Lamborghini, and it almost backfired spectacularly. She also remembered what she wore on that day, a red suit with a belt tightly wrapped around her waist. A few buttons of the shirt were left open to counterbalance the heavy material. Her black hair was falling in curls down her arms. That was one of her most successful outfits to date, but she would never suspect another impact it had.

Eddie had never stared at her this intensely, this darkly. She felt his eyes on her, but he was not persistent in confirming their decision or agreeing on something. On that day, he was sliding his gaze down her arms, cleavage, and thighs. How could he think she did not feel it?

A thrill of excitement ran down her spine whenever she caught him looking everywhere but not directly into her eyes. She was not intimidated, but her light complexion blushed prominently under her makeup. He might be obvious, but she did not have to be.

She took the burgundy set out of the drawer. She slipped out of boring Skims and slowly, savouring this moment, put on thin, heavily laced panties. Then she fastened her balcony bra behind the back and finally clipped the garter belt in its place. Her light skin was picking through meshed insertions. Standing in front of the mirror, Susie slowly, almost teasingly, dragged her hands down to be sure that everything was smoothed out and in place.

She imagined what Eddie's face would look like now. She would mock him: 'How do you like me now? Am I good enough?'

He would not be embarrassed or lost but rather intrigued, silently watching her while leaning back against the doorframe. Susie would present for him, put her hands behind her neck and raise her hair to uncover more of a scandalously white skin. She was anxious to imagine his voice, so he would still be gazing at her reflection in the mirror.

'Come closer, Eddie. Don't be a stranger.'

He would move only with her permission. Before stopping right behind her, he would shed his black jacket and drop it off on the sofa in the middle of the closet. Eddie would gently grab her arms and put them down. His fingers would dig into her arms as if he was ensuring she was real, all his to touch and hold.

'Susan, darling' His deep and rough voice whispered straight to her ear would make her legs tremble, so he had to ground her and embrace her unsteady body. `Do you want me to watch you?'

Susie would shut her eyes, suddenly embarrassed by his hands roaming down her tight stomach.

'Yes, Eddie, if you like it.’ She whispered shyly.

His response was a pained groan and his hands squeezing her ass under the lace. Susie would moan loudly responding to his possessive marking of her body.

`I fucking love it, baby. Show me that you love it, too. I know you want to.' She nodded and rested the back of her head on his chest while her manicured nails skimmed down her stomach and under the lace of her panties. `Tell me how it feels, love. I need to know if you feel good.'

Susie would be pulsing and hot, sweat forming on her hairline. She would open her lips and breathe out shakily, letting out the faintest cries of pleasure. His arms would make her hotter and deliciously restrain her movements. Still, his posture would support her like a wall she could rest against when her body was slipping out of her control.

`Open your eyes, Susie.'

On his request, they snapped wide open. He was there, right behind Susie, with one hand delicately cupping her breast. It felt so right that Susie wanted to cry. Her cheeks were bright red, and her lips were swollen from biting into them. Eddie's dark eyes bore into her while she was slowly touching herself.

`Let me help you, please, allow me.'

He did not wait for her permission this time. His large hand slid under hers and she whined as if it was what she craved all along. Susie's nails would dig into his forearm, feeling his increasing movements, his hardness digging into her back and fingers of his other hand sliding into her mouth. She licked around them, promising him the things she intended to do. She felt that for her it was just a matter of a few more flicks of his fingers.

`Let go for me, Susie.' He was mumbling into her neck now, lips lightly brushing against it. Her reflection in the mirror was dishevelled, her hips bucking into his touch. `Next time, we will do it against this mirror. With London behind our backs. With your tits pressed to the mirror and your lipstick spread across it.'

Susie nodded, hearing these words. They were vulgar and tempting, and she knew they could not be real. Those were her darkest, deepest fantasies. Eddie's black eyes were staring at her now, and she was on the edge of falling.

`Then, I will do what you want me to. In your bed, I will take care of you, Susie. We will fuck nice and slow. You will fall in love with me and maybe not feel so lonely and pathetic.'

Susie rapidly turned her back to the mirror and fell on the floor. She remained there for several minutes, shaking and breathing hard. Tears were burning her eyes, but Susie could not let them fall. She will not let her stupid dreams and fantasies ruin her picture-perfect image.

Finally, when she calmed down, she raised her head. Just as before, the London Eye was standing still.

Susie stood up and changed into Skims. Then, she put on the first clothes she found in her wardrobe.

On her way out, Susie threw the burgundy set into the bin.

*Quote by Anne Carson. The title is also taken from one of her books.

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