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scarlethexelove · 3 months

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Hey are to taking requests I’m think about g!p Wanda where reader lost her job and feels like she’s good for nothing but Wanda reminds her that she’s good for everything and what it starts very soft ends up being in rough s*x reader ends up being pregnant

Perfect Little Housewife

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 2934

Warnings: Poor Reader gets fired, a little bit of depressed reader, crying, comfort, Smut, Wanda has a penis, soft sex, rough sex, Mommy kink, breeding, Wanda calls reader slut once, obviously unprotected sex, a bit of choking, reader gets pregnant.

A/n: I love the request but as a note Anon I would like it if you didn't use the term g!p it can be offensive to some and I try my best to be respectful. So in the future you could either say intersex or just plainly that she has a penis thanks 😊 But I hope you like it cause I did enjoy this one.

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A tear slips down your cheek as you set the box full of your things on the kitchen island. Fired is what just happened to you. Well they said you were being laid off but it is essentially the same thing in your mind. You're so useless that you can’t even keep your job. How are you supposed to support yourself and your wife if you lost your job? You loved your job and were good at it, so out of all the employees why did it have to be you.

A few more tears fall as you let out a sigh. Your hands are gripping the counter on either side of the box as you look down. On top is a picture of you and your wife on your wedding day. Bright and happy smiles at the prospect of a great future but where is that future now. Tears land on the glass and roll down the front. How are you going to tell Wanda? What is she going to think of you? You're a failure.

You don’t hear the door or the soft footsteps creeping towards you. You’re so lost in your thoughts of failure that you missed the fact that your wife is home. Wanda walks into the kitchen seeing you hunched over a box and the sounds of your sniffles causing a look of worry to cross her face. “Detka?” Wanda calls out to you. You quickly stand up straighter and wipe furiously at your eyes to clear the fallen tears. You turn around hoping that you have composed yourself enough. “Wanda.” You're a bit shocked to see her home so early. “What’s wrong moya lyubov'.” She rushes over to you having seen your red puffy eyes and the slight shake of your hands. Her hand reaches to gently cup your cheek, her thumb rubbing against the skin tenderly. “N-nothing.” You try to sound more assured of yourself but the slight stutter doesn’t fool your wife.

Wanda pulls you into her, wrapping her arms around you tightly. You can’t help but let yourself break in her arms. A sob you didn’t know that you were holding in escapes from your lips. You grip the front of Wanda’s shirt tightly as you cry into her shoulder. You can’t help as you cry harder because of how pathetic you are right now. First you lose your job and now you're crying like a baby. But Wanda is soothing, her touch brings you comfort. Her hand gently rubbing at your back as she kisses your head, quiet shushes as she gently rocks you. You don’t know how long you cry for but they eventually calm, Wanda not stopping her menstrations to calm you.

Once you had completely stopped crying Wanda pulled you back far enough so that she could get a good look at you. She wipes the tears with her thumbs as she cups your face in her hands. “Moya lyubov’ please tell me what’s wrong.” Her voice is soft and so reassuring, but there still is a voice in the back of your head that screams that you are a failure. You let out a shuttered sigh. “I was fired … Well laid off b-but that still means I’m nothing.” You thought you were all done crying but more tears shine in your eyes. “Oh Y/n/n you're not nothing. Detka we will be just fine.” You shake your head pulling away from her grasp. “I’m useless. I can’t even keep my job to help provide for you.. For us. What kind of wife am I? Then here I am bawling like a fucking idiot because of how useless I am.” Your sorrow turns a bit bitter, but not at her but at yourself.

You're now muttering and pacing around at how bad of a wife you are and how pathetic you are. Wanda hates to see you so down on yourself. “Detka.” Wanda tries to get your attention but you don’t even acknowledge her. “Y/n/n.” She tries again but it's still the same. “Y/n!” She is louder and more assertive which causes you to stop in your tracks. Wanda takes this as a chance. She grabs your hips and turns you, pressing your back against the island. “Y/n, sweetheart you are not pathetic or a failure. They were stupid for letting you go.” She gives you a kind and reassuring smile. She helps calm you down with her soft voice and soft touches.

Wanda leans in kissing your lips softly. “You are beautiful, kind, and amazing. I love you so much. You can stay home or you can come work for me if you really want to.” She pecks your lips constantly throughout her words. She knows just how to soften you up to bring you off of the ledge. “Okay.” You breathe out. Wanda kisses you again pouring all of her love for you into that single kiss.

You two slowly make out in the kitchen. A need for comfort turning into a need for one another. Wanda easily lifts you onto the counter. You let your legs fall open and Wanda slots herself between them. She smiles into the kiss at your action before she is licking at your bottom lip asking for entrance. You gladly allow her access. A moan escapes your throat as Wanda’s tongue meets yours and she grinds her hips into yours. You can already feel her growing bulge.

Your hands move down and start to fiddle with the button on Wanda’s pants. You struggle to focus on the kiss as you try to undo her pants. “Please.” You whimper against her lips as you fidget. She smirks, moving to push your hands away and undoing her pants swiftly. But she lets them sit around her hips revealing the top of her boxer shorts. You try to push her pants down but she stops you. Clicking her tongue. “Not yet detka. Mommy wants to see you.” You whine but nod. Wanda reaches to take off your shirt which you help by lifting your arms.

Wanda’s lips meet yours again in another soft kiss. Her hand reached around your back and unhooked your bra. She doesn’t break the kiss as she pulls it down your shoulders and completely off. Her hands now take their place kneading at your breast. You moan in her mouth as she works you up. Gently kneading before her fingers pinch and twist at your sensitive nipples. “Ahh Mommy.” Your hips buck against hers feeling her cock straining against its fabric confines. “Please.” You whimper.

Wanda moans as you buck into her. “Since you asked so nicely detka.” Wanda’s hands move down and hook into the hem of your pants and underwear. You lift your hips slightly allowing her to pull them both down in one fell swoop. She steps back to pull them all the way off and toss them to the side with the rest of your clothes. She can already see your wetness smearing on your thighs making her groan. You reach out for her wanting her close but she doesn’t move. Her eyes meet yours before she pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it to the side before she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra letting it fall from her shoulders onto the floor. You so desperately want to touch her and for her to touch you that you let out a whine giving her grabby hands. Wanda clicks her tongue at you. “Patiences moya lyubov’.” She smirks at your neediness. Wanda then pushes her pants down her legs. You can now see her strained cock and the small wet spot of precum that has stained her boxers.

It takes everything in you not to just jump off the counter and rid Wanda of the rest of her clothing. But not soon after Wanda is pushing her boxers down to meet her pants around her ankles. Her cock slapped against her lower stomach. She kicks her clothes from around her ankles off and slots herself back between your waiting legs. Wanda pumps her cock a few times before swiping through your folds stopping to gently nudge at your pulsing clit. You both moan at the action.

“Fuck malyshka you’re so wet for me.” Wanda groans as she teases your folds. “Mommy please.” You wrap your legs around her waist pulling her closer. Wanda’s desire finally wins over as she presses the tip against your entrance. She slowly pushes in. Your walls stretch to accommodate her size. Your body's desire to be stretched and filled by your wife. She keeps pushing until she is all the way in your warm walls eloping her length. Both of you moan when her hips meet yours.

You wrap your arms around Wanda’s shoulders lacing your fingers through her hair pulling her into a kiss. As you lips meet Wanda begins to gently thrust into you. She begins to fuck you at a steady pace. Each thrust deep and precise, hitting the spongy spot deep inside of you. Whimpers and moans being swallowed by Wanda’s mouth.

The sensual moment between the two of you as Wanda doesn’t just fuck you but makes love to you. No matter where you are in life you will always be the most important thing in Wanda’s life. She wants you to feel all of that. This isn’t about being horny it is about showing you how much she loves and cherishes you. All you can hope to do is reflect the same amount of love that she has for you back to her.

Wanda’s hips keep their steady pace as you continue to softly make out with one another. It’s messy but filled with love. Her arms wrap tightly around you and pull you impossibly closer to her. Your mutual moans being swallowed by the other as you grind back. Your fingers gripping her hair as you break to catch your breath. She leans her forehead against yours. Her eyes looking down to where your two bodies are joined. Small pants as she thrusts perfectly angeling herself every time. “Such a good girl for Mommy. I love you so much detka.” Wanda mumbles against your lips as she gives you a kiss. “Lo-Love you too Mommy.” You mumble breathily.

Your walls tighten around Wanda’s length as the knot in your lower abdomen tightens. Getting closer to the edge of release. Wanda right there with you, her thrust becoming a bit more sloppy. Your walls clamp around her as her length twitches inside of you. She grinds into you as she thrust in, pleasure shooting through you as you grind back. Your walls are squeezing her perfectly. Your moans are growing as you let your head fall forward onto her shoulder. She gently kisses your other shoulder as you squeeze her tightly.

Wanda can tell you close. She wants you to finish with her, to feel you release all over her cock. She lightly nips and sucks at the skin around your neck and shoulder, sure to leave marks behind. “Cum detka. I wanna feel you fall apart.” She mumbles against your skin. Her thrust never having turned more than a steady pace continuing to drive into you. You moan as the knot snaps, letting go. Your legs tighten around her waist as your walls spasm around her length. Your cum coating her cock as she grinds into you. Her cock twitches as she releases inside of you. Your walls are being coated by her white sticky liquid.

Feeling you cum and your walls sucking her in, greedy to milk her dry flips a switch inside of Wanda. She starts to speed up her thrust as spurts of cum coat your walls. She wants to fill you full. Feel you grip her cock like a vice. So instead of bringing you down from your high she starts to build a new one. Her hips now pistoning into you, her cock quickly disappearing in and out of your sticky hole.

“Mommy.” You whimper confused. “Shhh detka, let Mommy use you now.” She grunts and with a particularly hard thrust you moan. That desirable flip switching inside of you at the change of your wife. You love how she can be soft one moment but rough the next.

Wanda pulls out of you but before you can even complain about being empty she has manhandled you into a new position. She pulls you off the counter and turns you around. She presses in the middle of your back making you lean over the counter before she grabs your hips harshly and swiftly thrust her full length back inside of you. “Mommy!” You moan out loudly, her thrust at a fast and brutal pace from the start this time. She jackhammers her hips into yours, bouncing off your ass. Her fingers dig into your hips as she grunts. The force of her thrust moves your whole body.

Your moans bounce off the walls of the kitchen as Wanda continues to thrust into you from behind. She slaps her hand down on your ass causing you to clench around her. “Oh you like that you, you little slut.” She smirks leaning over you, her breast pressed against your back. All you can do is nod your head as another slap connects with your ass cheek. Another loud moan falling from your lips. “Fuck so perfect for Mommy moya lyubov’.” She kisses your shoulder. “M-Mommy’s.” You mumble in agreeance.

Wanda thrust in and out of you perfectly with each stroke. “Fuck. What if Mommy gets you pregnant baby hmm. You don’t need a job. Mommy will take care of you. You’ll be my perfect little housewife.” You close your eyes, nodding as you moan. “You like that detka? Mommy filling you with her babies.” Wanda grunts as she continues to thrust. Her hand that was left on your hip moving up to your throat and gently squeezing. She pulls both of your bodies up as she never falters her thrust. Her other arm wrapping around your waist keeps your body close to hers. “P-Please!” You moan, your hands gripping her arms wrapped around you digging your nails into her flesh.

You and Wanda have leisurely talked about kids but nothing solid but her words play in your head. Now would be perfect and she is right she makes enough to support all of you. She can support not only the both of you but all the kids you could ever desire to have together. The door to a career may have closed but another door to a whole new life has opened. One that you are willing to risk it all for.

“Mommy’s going to fill you so full of her cum. I’ll keep filling this perfect little hole until you're pregnant with my child. Fuck.” Wanda grunts, her thrust becoming sloppy as she draws nearer to her impending orgasm. Your walls are desperately sucking her in just begging to be filled even more. “Want you babies Mommy. Please fill me.” Your words are breathy as Wanda’s hand around your throat tightens.

With Wanda’s hand on your throat and her thrusts you're soon falling over the edge. Your walls clamp hard around her shaft as your head falls back. Silently screaming as you fall over the edge. Your cum once again mixes with hers as your orgasm washes over. Your body trembling in her hold. Her thrust is sloppy as she grows near. The power she has over you in this moment has thrust hard one more time before unloading inside of you. You don’t know how it is possible but she unloads more cum inside of you than the last time. The prospect of getting you pregnant and starting a family with you exciting the other woman.

Wanda’s thrust slows down as she helps ride the both of you through your highs. If she wasn’t holding onto you so tightly you know your legs would have given out under you. She holds you tight, slowing her pace to a stop when you whimper from a bit of overstimulation. She kisses the side of your head gently as she pulls out of you. “You did so good for me moya lyubov’.” You let out a content sigh as you relax back into her arms. “Thank you Wands.” You mumble with your eyes closed. “Anything for you my love.” She kisses your shoulder gently before she picks you up bridal style. She gently carries you to your shared bedroom and places you on the bed. She quickly gets both of you cleaned up before she slides into the bed next to you.

You snuggle into Wanda’s side as she wraps her arms around you tightly. Her one hand laying to rest on your stomach. You look up at her seeing her smiling back down at you. You giggle and blush. “Whatttt.” She just chuckles. “You’ll be pregnant. I’m sure of it. We'll have a perfect little family before you know it.” She kisses your lips gently. “How can you know that?” You ask her. “I just know it detka. You’re going to be pregnant with my babies and you get to be my perfect little housewife.” You hum at her words knowing that your wife is never wrong about these things. Snuggling close into her as you let the thoughts of your future take hold. Your eyes sliding shut with a wide smile on your face as you drift off into a peaceful sleep.

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seancekitsch · 11 months

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A Win is a Win: A Hughie Campbell x Reader Kinktober fic

warnings: semi public smut, mentions of blood, hughie is too sweet for his own good, slightly dom hughie? cream pie, slight exhibition, this is really nice and sweet smut

“We lived! Don’t you get it? We lived! We should celebrate,” you excitedly slap Hughie on the arm from your seat on top of a checkout counter, kicking your legs as you watch the air tag move further and further away from your location, going back uptown.

“Okay, but barely,” Hughie scoffs, slightly skeptical that the coast is clear. You tilt your phone screen towards him, showing him the GPS. You then motion to the shuttered abandon storefront you’re taking shelter behind. The angle of the slats let you see out to the street, but as far as anyone out there knows, this place is empty. People walk by the near abandoned building without knowing any wiser, going about their day talking and laughing. There’s no sign of danger. You’re protected. Poor Hughie, you think, always worrying and always trying to think two steps ahead.

“Hughie,” your voice goes soft, pulling him by the arm closer to you, “Please just count a win as a win.”

You’re not begging, but you might as well be. He nods, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows.

“A win is a win,” he concedes, leaning his hip against the counter you’re sat on, leaning into your touch. His body is warm against you, radiating around you. You really should have worn a jacket, but then again, you’re never prepared for how the cold settles in New York in the fall no matter how long you’ve lived here. He leans into you, his peacoat pressing into the side of your face as his body relaxes. This is maybe your favorite thing about Hughie, when he lets his guard down and the tension leaves him.

“You said you wanted to celebrate?” he asks, bringing up your original excitement. You nod against his arm, looking up at him with a smile on your face.

“How did you want to do that, hmm?” he asks, a smile starting to tug at the side of his lips as well.

You look away from him, pursing your lips for a second pretending to think about it.

“What about…” you trail off, eyes meeting his as you press your tongue to the inside of your cheek, pushing it out. He half cough, half scoffs.

“Seriously?” he asks, the smile tugging a little more at his face. You shrug, why not?

“Wh-what? Does running for your life, like, get you going or something? This what you’re into?” The criticism in his tone is playful, with Hughie leaning more into you as you start to laugh at his insinuation.

“Only when it comes to you,” you fire back, a wry smile spreading.

“Oh only me?” he asks, pointing at himself with fake surprise and a voice full of sarcasm, “Wow, I must be so lucky.”

“Shut up,” you mumble as you slap him in the chest playfully, Hughie moving to come around you, his hands placing loosely at your hips.

He kisses the top of your head, and squeezes your hips.

“And let me guess, you wore leggings for easy access or something?” He asks, and you actually gasp. Usually Hughie isn’t the one making the sexual jokes, but you play along.

“Uh huh. You got me! I put on easy access clothing because I wanted to run for my life in broad daylight just as a little treat for you,” you scoff, and your fingers start to move against the buttons of his peacoat, hands grasping for his chest as he settles between your knees. His hands move from your hips down the sides of your thighs, and then back up the tops of them. His hands are so incredibly warm, so unlike the fall chill outside. He pulls your hips to the edge of the counter, effectively pressing you against him and spreading your legs even more to accommodate.

“Well, this is like the one thing I won’t complain about,” Hughie admits, and then captures your lips in a kiss. He kisses slowly, like he wants to taste every inch of you.

His lips and tongue work you open, your arms pulling him in as everything Hughie consumes you. His tongue moves against yours, voracious and passionate. Subdued, sweet Hughie, as you’ve noticed, likes to take the lead like this. His hands move of their own accord too, shifting from your hips to your ass, squeezing and feeling you up. His pushes kiss you backwards, his long and lean frame bending atop you. Pushing, pushing, until you finally cannot bend further. You break the kiss laughing, ungracefully letting your elbows break the fall of your back against the counter. Hughie cracks up, on pulling away long enough to throw his head back in laughter.

“Sorry,” he apologizes between giggles, but you just break down in laughter too, letting yourself lie back flat against the counter.

Hughie takes this opportunity to grab your thighs, to pull you by them to the edge of the counter. His hands move up and down the fabric of the leggings, soft to the touch. Hughie’s hands stop at the apex of your thighs, spreading them only enough to fit his hand between them. His touch is like lightning as his thumb makes connection with you through your clothes, rubbing a tantalizingly slow line up and down your center. You hum in appreciation at his ministrations, leaning into his touch as he smiles down at you.

“Right there,” he mutters to himself, pressing himself harder now. You can feel him against your ass, painfully hard and straining in his slouchy jeans.

“Hurry up,” you rush him, voice strained and half a moan. He chuckles at your eagerness, and removes his hand. You whine at Hughie, high pitched and needy. You hear him mutter something about patience under his breath, but nevertheless, his hands go for the waistband of your leggings; stretching and pulling the elastic down past the curve of your ass.

The cold of the counter stings as it makes contact with your bare ass, and you gasp.

“Commando? You really were planning this,” Hughie jokes, but there’s something dark in his eyes that lets you know he’s very appreciative.

You weren’t planning this, not exactly. What’s the point in wearing underwear on what was supposed to be a cozy Saturday running errands in Tribeca with your new friend with benefits? But no matter what, it’s definitely working to your satisfaction, especially as Hughie lifts your ankles up to rest on his shoulders.

“Careful, Hughie,” you warn him, “Keep teasing me and I’ll start wearing underwear more often.”

You don’t actually mean that. Hughie knows you don’t actually mean that.

He laughs, and unzips his jeans. Hughie gazes down with you with eyes full of affection, warmth coloring his every motion as he lines himself up with you. He rubs the tip of his cock against you, the same slow and teasing motion he did with his thumb, and you gasp; shutting your eyes tightly as you ready yourself.

He pushes in with a gasp of his own. This is maybe only the fifth time you’ve done this, Hughie and you and this all new as you both agreed to hook up to ease the pain and stress, already a sensation you crave with him.

He bottoms out with a groan, placing his hands on your thighs and once again rubbing them up and down to soothe you.

“You into this?” you ask, not exactly done messing with him, “You into the fact that if any of these people walking by could become looky-loos if they tried hard enough?”

Hughie rolls his eyes and scoffs, before rolling his hips back into you; shutting you up.

“Don’t use that word,” he dismisses.

“What word? Hard? People? Fact?” you keep pressing the joke, and he rolls his hips a little harder to make you yelp as his hips bump your ass.

“I wish I could kiss you right now to shut you up but I don’t bend that way,” he jokes back, and starts to pick up a rhythm. He thrusts steadily, holding you in place as you try to arch your back into his motions. You do shut up, half because you dont want to tease Hughie too much, half because he’s making you breathless with each thrust. You gasp and moan in time with his hips: in-gasp-out-moan, in-gasp-out-moan.

“Fuck,” Hughie gasps, sweat beading across his brow as he speeds up.

“Close?” you ask, your voice breathy and far away, like being carried away through the air. He nods eagerly, hands squeezing your thighs, fingernails digging into the soft flesh.

“Me too,” you nod as well, straining the arch in your back to get to that angle that makes you see stars. Hughie seems to know what you’re trying to do, always weirdly in tune with your wants and needs. Even the first time you and he hooked up, he just seemed to know what helped you reach your pleasure without asking.

Hughie takes your right leg off his shoulder, and moves it to his other shoulder to rest with your left leg. And this new position… God. Everything feels tighter, hotter, brighter.

“Oh my god,” Hughie groans, clearly also loving the change, “So fucking tight.”

Hughie throws his head back with another groan, his fingers digging even harder into your legs. They’re sure to bruise, and you don’t care. A loud moan escapes your lips, and your hands flex, reaching for any purchase as you rapidly approach your end.

“Fuck, Hughie, I-“ you cut yourself off with another moan, your head falling back hard against the counter with a thud.

“Let go, let go,” He coaxes you, squeezing your legs together tighter.

A dam breaks— you shudder, a low moan, Hughie works you through it, slowing his pace but never stopping; his own release coming quietly, heat pooling in you.

“Hughie,” you gasp, as he finally slows to a stop inside you. He holds you there, a moment of stillness.

Then Hughie moves your legs, and pulls your leggings back over your ass; he tucks himself back in his jeans as you sit back up and grimace.

“What?” he asks, coming back to the counter to envelop you in a hug.

“This walk home is gonna be so gross,” you say, already feeling yours and Hughie’s spend starting to drip.

“Well do you think the coast is clear? We can walk back to your place and take a shower,” Hughie suggests, turning his head to peek through the slats in the security gate.

“We?” you ask, joking with him, “Who says I wanna make a day of this?”

“Uh, well, the best scalp massage below ninth street might be a factor in your decision,” Hughie jokes back, sarcasm laced in his tone. You can’t deny that man has some magic fingers, especially when they’re rubbing shampoo into your hair. You'd found that out last week as you scrubbed blood form each others bodies.

“You make a fair point, Campbell. Lets go.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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The Assistant 13

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, cheating, creep behaviour, violence, anger. These warnings are not exhaustive and some triggers may not be specified for plot reasons.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As an assistant at the Daily Planet, you’re rarely noticed. Until you are.

Characters: Clark Kent

Note: We came back.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Lord Farquaad loves unnecessary vowels. Take care. 💖

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Your new life is more of a death. The old you is dead and can never be again. Not quite a true death, it’s a purgatory you’re slogging through, waiting for the ultimate end.

Your first days are bleak. The house is filled with a stagnant pall as you wile away the hours playing your role. It’s easier when you pretend you're a character in a book, just like you did as a girl. When you became Elizabeth Bennet or one of the Pevensie kids. You escape in your mind because there is no other way out.

A routine quickly falls into place. You wake up, though sleep is sparse and hewn in wretched nightmares that mirror reality, and wait until Clark stirs. He never rouses very long after you. You open yourself to him, laying on your back, legs splayed as he grunts and ruts.

Tender, you dress in one of the thin dresses he collected for you and you go to work. You cook him breakfast. Sometimes, he takes you back to bed after he eats. Others, he pins you to the counter or the table. Then you clean up; the table, the dishes, and yourself.

When he stays, he sits and reads. You hover around him, busying yourself with a broom or just watching him, weighing the minutes. Not yet, not yet.

Lunch comes and you take care of that too. Then him. His appetite never wavers. The heavy pain sticks in your pelvis but he can’t think the limp is from anything more than the chain tugging at your ankle.

You pace, restless and wait. That’s all you do. Wait. For the first chance or his next whim. Whichever comes before the other.

You stand at the window and watch the wildlife. You feel him watching you in kind. When he leaves, he closes the shutters, latching them tight on the outside. Locking you in like a toy in a chest. A doll he can pick up to play with whenever he likes.

Dinnertime. Another meal. You’re not very hungry but you make yourself eat. If he lets you have a bath, you can puke it back up when he goes to get a towel. That is the last marker of time before bedtime…

Sleep is not won without a final surrender.

That day, as you wrap potatoes to cook in the oven, all noise seems louder, every movement more strenuous. The staleness in the air is suffocating. Your ears buzz from the constant silence. You crinkle the foil around a potato and drop it, rubbing your lobes.

You keep your hands on your ears and stare at the counter. You could scoop out your brains with a spoon. Are you going crazy? Your head feels itchy on the inside and you would be all to happy to scratch right through the bone.

“Honey?” Clark’s voice ripples through the air. “Is something wrong?”

You close your eyes and cringe. You drag your hands away and wrap the other potato, wincing at the aluminum's raucous wrinkle. He stands and you shudder. He’s coming close.

“It’s too quiet,” you say at last.

He nears and looms beside you. You put the potatoes aside and drag over the pan of marinating steak. His large hand rests on the counter.

“Can I help?” He offers. You shake your head.

“No, thanks, I got it, honey,” you reach to touch his hand. You just want him to back off. Sweat stains your skin as his proximity sets you on fire.

He leans in to kiss your crown, his hand dancing down your back. He gropes your ass and growls. His hand lingers and you brace yourself. It isn’t unlike him to interrupt.

“Love you,” he grits before he draws away.

You let your breath out in short spurts. You don’t want him to hear the relief in you. Your thighs quiver, bruised and raw. You carry on without pause. Keep yourself busy and he’ll let you be. For now.

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The next day, Clark leaves you. You don’t know what he does when he isn’t there. Sometimes he brings back groceries or little things he’s forgotten. Others, he’s gone for hours and returns only with stress in his shoulders. You try not to think too much about what happens outside these walls, that only makes them close in tighter.

When he comes back, just around lunch time, he presents you a radio. An orange and black radio you’ve seen used by those in remote regions. He sets it on the counter as he flicks it on and adjusts the knob, searching for a station through the crackle. You cross your arms as you watch around his elbow.

The stringy tune comes through and warbles against the static. The music soothes you. You only realise then, you’d never thought you’d hear it again. Clark turns to you as you stare at the speakers.

“Do you like it?” He asks.

You nod and unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth, “yes, thank you.”

Is this all you have? A radio?

“Do you… wanna dance?” He murmurs shyly.

You look at him. You reach for his hand in acceptance. Nothing he gives comes without a price. He takes you into his arms wordlessly, his face brightening as he leads you into a slow shuffle.

‘I bless the day I found you I want to stay around you And so I beg you Let it be me’

The song is older. You’re not sure who it is. By your guess, it’s even older than your parents… you know you won’t see them again. Even if you do get your chance, you can never go back to the life before this.

“I remember the first day I saw you,” Clark says as he pulls your head to rest against his chest, “you were wearing that little pink plaid dress…”

His words hang in the air. You remember the day too. The day you thought you’d figure it all out. You’d pay your dues as an assistant, work your way up to a writer one day, and maybe, in your wildest dreams, an editor…

“I love you, honey,” he pets your head.

“Love you too,” you eke out.

He pulls back to look down at you. You gaze up as he brings his fingertips under your chin. He leans in to kiss you and draws away reluctantly. He hums as his other hand closes around yours.

“Let’s take a bath,” he lets go of you and follows the chain to its end, unhooking it from the loop in the floor. He tugs you after him as he lets the radio play.

You let him take you into the bathroom. He’s intent on his mission. He drops the chain, the links hitting the floor heavily. You stare at it, just for a second, not too long for your heart to spike.

He bends over the tub and cranks the faucet. You watch him, fingers tingling, as he puts in the stop and holds his hand under the water’s flow. Stay calm.

You move closer to him as he undresses. You help him lift his shirt and you pet the soft hair along his torso. He turns to you, that foggy look in his eyes. You bring your hands to his pants and undo them, biting your lip as you hold his gaze.

You pull down his pants and let them fall down his thick legs. You tilt your head at the sudden thought, tweaking your ear towards the music. He reaches to stroke your chin.

“What is it, honey?” He snarls.

“This song,” you stop and listen to The Ronettes' iconic beat, “can I turn it up?”

He rolls his thumb across your chin and exhales, “sure, honey. I like this one too.”

You smile and shift your head, taking his thumb into your mouth. His eyes round as you swirl your tongue around his salty fingertip. You pop your lips off as he sighs.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Mmm, baby,” he breathes.

You turn slowly, measuring your steps and your heartbeat. You go out into the kitchen, the chain rattling with each step. You peer around, taking in the place. You hear the water swish as he lowers himself into the tub. You peek over as the end of the chain trails just outside the bathroom.

You stop by the radio and glance over your shoulder. Now. You turn up the radio, just loud enough. You bend and tug the chain inch by inch towards you, the noise disguised by the drumbeat. You coil it around your hand, allowing enough for you to walk.

You peer over at the bathroom doorway.

“I’ll bring towels,” you call over the music.

“Hurry,” he booms back as he lets out another gritty sigh, “baby, I need you.”

You turn without hesitation. This is it. You march into the front room and to the front door. Of course he wouldn’t lock it, not with the cuff on your ankle hooked to the loop. You glance over at the hook in the floor and steel yourself.

You open the door, lifting it on the hinges to keep it quiet. The radio drones behind you as you let yourself out into the cool air. You take one step, then the other, each one quicker than the last. You approach the trees and take a breath.

It’s now or never.

You plunge into the woods, your gait uneven as you run with the chain yank with each step. You don’t know where you’re going or where to go, you just need to get far away from here. You can’t live like this. You can’t die like this.

Your feet hit the forest floor, unfeeling to the jab of sharp rocks and the scratch of twigs. Don’t look back, just go, just go. You sprint until your lungs burn, until your mouth is parched and scratchy, until your limbs ache.

You stumble onto the ground and gulp. You can’t go any further. You’re too weak.

You shake on your hands and knees, fighting to catch your breath, trying to urge yourself on.

Then you hear it. A giggle. A chirpish yelp and the splash of water. People? You crawl forward towards the noise. You lift yourself to look over the overturned trunk at the edge of the incline. There’s a lake below, there’s bodies splashing through the waters, screaming and laughing.

Oh, god! You stand and throw your hand up, mustering your strength to cry out. Help!

As you open your mouth, your voice shrivels up as your throat is clamped in a vice. You're dragged back away from the drop off and turned to face your villain. Clark stands naked amid the trees, seeming as towering and thick as any of them, as he grips your neck. He lifts you off your feet, your toes dangling above the ground.

You claw at his forearm as you wheezes. Your eyes well as he glares at you, shaking with rage. The chain falls from your hand and hits the floor, weighing on your ankle. He bears his teeth and hisses.

“Why would you do this?”

You can’t speak. Your head throbs as you reach to bat at his chest, begging silently for him to release you. ‘Sorry…’ you mouth, ‘sorry…’

“I love you, sweetie, I love you so much,” his voice quakes as he squeezes tighter, “why did you do this?”

Your lips open and close as your head swells violently. Your arms feel heavy as you grasp at him desperately. I can do better, I can do better. Just one more chance, honey. Please.

“You’re the one, you’re the one,” he chants tearfully, “I never loved anyone like I love you.”

“Cl-Clark,” you force out, “ple-ease—”

“No,” he crushes your throat so not a single wisp can get through, “I will never… love anyone that way I love you. Never…”

Your cheek twitches as your lashes glazes with tears. Your heart pounds in your chest as your mind swirls. His eyes fill with red light, glowing hotter and hotter. You see yourself in the scarlet glare; you in your tub, reading your favourite novel, that first day at the office when you nervously introduced yourself, your days in school, running between classes, your high school graduation, the little girl dancing in the fields, a princess out of time.

You see it all behind you and you see the emptiness ahead of you. You shake your head above his grip and use the last of your effort to mouth the words to him. The truth.

‘I….’ you make certain the movement is clear, even as your eyes threaten to roll into your skull, ‘hate.’ Your lips twist in a cruel smirk, ‘you.’

Your head lolls and you stare into his glowing irises. You’re ready. This is ever after.

The world is consumed in a red flash and a striking heat. It sears to the bone and ends just as quickly. All is black and gone. A life burnt to cinder.

Stayed tuned for the epilogue

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jukeboxsweethearttt · 3 months

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Liquid Smooth

Anthony Bridgerton x Fem Reader

cw: angst:( , Anthony being a butt hole but a sad butthole, no use of y/n i think, reader is kinda insufferable.

(loosely inspired by Liquid Smooth by Mitski (if you can’t tell by now I love doing this) enjoy!)

this ask!

The grand estate loomed ahead, its pristine facade bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. You had always admired its beauty but tonight it almost seemed almost mocking.

Inside those walls your husband, Anthony awaited.

The man who had captured your heart and now seemed to be slipping away.

As you entered your husband’s study he was there, his posture stiff, eyes fixed on the fireplace.

The silence between you was heavy, filled with unsaid words and unhealed wounds.

"Anthony."

You began, your voice trembling slightly.

We need to talk."

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable.

"About what, precisely?"

"About us."

You replied, stepping closer.

"About what’s happening to us."

Anthony's jaw tightened, and he looked away he was expecting this just not so soon.

"I have duties, responsibilities. I simply cannot afford distractions."

"Duties!"

You repeated bitterly.

"Is that all I am to you? A distraction?"

He didn’t respond immediately, the crackling fire the only sound breaking the tense silence.

You felt a lump forming in your throat, the weight of your emotions pressing down on you.

"I thought we had something real, Anthony,"

You whispered, your voice barely audible.

"I thought our love was strong enough to withstand anything."

His gaze softened momentarily, but then his walls went back up.

"You don’t understand the pressures I’m under. The expectations as Viscount."

"I am your Viscountess Anthony!

You exclaimed towards your shallow husband.

Anthony winced at your tone never hearing or seeing like this in your 7 months of marriage.

So please help me understand."

You pleaded, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Don’t shut me out."

Anthony sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair.

"It is not that simple."

"Why not?"

You muttered, your frustration bubbling over.

"Why can you not let me in? I am your wife, Anthony. I am supposed to be your partner’s

You felt like you were standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering on the brink of an abyss.

"You knew what you were marrying into when you agreed to court me."

He said quietly.

"The Bridgerton name, the responsibilities that come with it."

"I married you, Anthony. Not the title, not the estate. You"

You said, your voice breaking.

"But the man I fell in love with is slipping away, and I don’t know how to reach him."

Anthony's expression softened for a fleeting moment, but it was quickly replaced by a mask of stoicism.

"I have to be strong. For the family. For you."

"Being strong doesn’t mean being distant.”

You countered.

"It doesn’t mean shutting out the people who love you."

He turned away, staring into the flames.

"I don’t know how to be any other way."

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm.

"Then let me help you. Let me in, Anthony. Don’t let us fall apart."

Anthony remained silent, his body tense under your touch.

The fire’s warmth contrasted sharply with the cold distance between you.

You felt a pang of despair, wondering if this was the end of the love story you had cherished so dearly.

"I love you."

You whispered, voice shaking.

"But I cannot and will not do this alone. I need you to fight for us, for what we had."

He finally looked at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and longing.

"I do not want to lose you."

He admitted, his voice hoarse.

"Then don’t," you urged. "Fight for us, Anthony. Let’s face the challenges together, as we promised."

For a moment, it seemed as if he might reach out, might take that step towards reconciliation.

But then the shutters came down again, and he turned away.

"I don’t know if I can."

he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart ached at his words, but you refused to give up.

Stepping closer, you gently took his hand, your touch soft yet resolute.

"We can, Anthony. We can face anything together."

He looked at you, the conflict in his eyes evident.

"I am scared."

he admitted, his voice cracking.

"Scared of failing you, of not being enough."

"You are enough."

you whispered, squeezing his hand.

"We’re enough. But only if we stand together."

Anthony’s resolve seemed to waver, the walls around his heart beginning to crumble.

Slowly, he reached up and cupped your face in his hands, his touch tender and filled with longing.

"I’ve been so afraid of being vulnerable."

he confessed, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"But losing you would be the greatest failure of all."

A tear slipped down your cheek as you leaned into his touch.

"Then let’s stop being afraid. Let’s be strong together."

With a shaky breath, Anthony pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly.

You felt his heart beating against yours, the warmth of his embrace melting away the cold distance that had settled between you.

"I love you."

he murmured into your hair.

"More than anything."

"I love you too."

you replied, your voice filled with hope.

"And I believe in us."

As you stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the weight of your fears and doubts began to lift.

Together, you faced the future with renewed determination, ready to conquer any obstacle that came your way.

Hand in hand, you walked towards the light of a new beginning, leaving the shadows of the past behind.

And as the sun set on the Bridgerton estate, you knew that this time, you would find your way back to each other stronger, wiser, and more in love than ever before.

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igotyupls · 7 months

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Big Score

WC: 1100? Anyway, took this from my previously written wattpad book, took that down, cause Jesus looking back my writing was horrendous, so is this, just a little proofreading but it still is shit, only posting this cause I feel bad lmao, I just need like a few hundred words to finish the two actual stories I was going to post but I can’t move my right arm without feeling like my sides on fire so anyway, at the time of writing this like in 2021, I replayed gta5 for the nth time so this is based off of that just a shittier, lamer, bs rendition lol

"Ready?" Y/N asked his partner Trevor as they sat in the getaway-car waiting for the right time to rob the bank.

"Oh fuck yeah I am" Trevor replied to Y/N in his equally "excited" voice.

"Our big score huh” Y/N emphasized , putting on his mask while T does the same, and jumping out and making their way into the bank,

Opening the door, and rubbing inside inside as T took down the security guard hitting him in the back of the head. While Y/N jumped over the counter,

"EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU GET BACK FROM THE COUNTER AND ON YOUR KNEES" He yelled, waving his M762 at the few workers In front of him.

Luckily , they listened scared shitless for their lives as Y/N took their phones in tandem with T, who’s taking the phones from the customers, once done,

"Bank manager, Get the hell up!" Y/N barked, and after a few seconds a man in his late 50's got to his feet.

"Not you!" Y/N said shoving the man back on the floor, and pointing towards a woman, "Her" he says, staring dead straight at the actual bank manager.

"EVERYONE GO TO THE FUCKING FRONT!" Y/N yells, making the rest of the workers go around to join the customers, quivering on the marble floor,

While he drags the manager unceremoniously towards the vault, as Trevor deals with the rest, keeping an eye on them

"When is the time lock going to be released ?" Y/N asks her, even though he knows when,

"At around 9 a clock" the manager blurt out shuttering through her sentence.

"Don't lie to me, it's gonna be released at 08:30, I fucking know that shit!" He says shaking her with one hand as he grits his teeth, eyes steely behind his mask, before gruffly letting out a breath

"Listen, I won't hurt you, but that dude over there ," Y/N says as calmly as he can while pointing at Trevor, who's taunting the others with his gun, like a mad man if not a pure lunatic,

"I can't say the same thing for him, so don't get yourself killed for somebody else's cash" He says patronizingly shaking her shoulder, while watching the clock, only 15 seconds left on it, "Alright, open it" He tells her once the clock reaches 08:30.

She shakes, both from the fear and the adrenaline raving inside her body but she gets it open and then gets dragged inside with Y/N while he starts shoving cash in his bag,

Once the bag's filled to the brim, Y/N leads the manager back to the front where everyone else is,

That's when he sees T talking to a female customer and harassing her, scoffing in frustration, Y/N pulls him back,

"You're supposed to be looting the drawers, you horny fuck!" He says bewildered to say the least,

Making Trevor wave his hand dismissively, blabbering a lame excuse "I already did, fucking hell, I'm just having a little fun." Smirking a little, "I'm thinking I might take her with us-" he says, only to get shutdown,

"That's not happening, T" Y/N says pretty straightforward..

But of course; Trevor doesn't get simplicity, "This is the big score and I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want" he says before pushing Y/N, almost making him drop his loaded bag, while he saunters to the woman, "Come here girly"

*THUNK* he falls short however as Y/N, smacks him with the back of his M7 knocking him into oblivion, followed by a thud as the heavy bag of loot falls from Trevor's shoulder,

"You fucking idiot, T" Y/N mutters, kicking Trevor's unconscious body, before checking his watch, no time to waste but he needs that second loot bag,

"Ay, you" He calls back pointing to a brunette woman, kneeling in the corner with the rest of the customers, "What's your name?"

"Lisa" The said brunette says back, astonishingly less afraid than the rest,

Y/N nods, "Okay Lisa. You are going to pick up my friend's bag and come with me" He says kicking the bag, making it skid to Lisa,

"no, she won't " some wannabe macho-man suddenly yells as he gets to his feet and stands in front of Lisa, angering the already fiery rage in Y/N,

"don't be a hero today, you'll get killed" He says deathly calm, hand already on his trigger, he didn’t come in thinking he’d kill, but now he doesn’t care,

But people do say, women are smarter than men, as Lisa inches closer,

“I'll come, just-, don't hurt the others " she says shakily, but it seems fake as she brushes past the so called blubbering hero and hurls up T's bag.

Y/N pulls her in front of him, using her as a human shield,

"Dont any of you dare follow us, otherwise you'll also be on the ground like him" Y/N says pointing towards T, while he kicks him again for good measure,

Getting out of the bank while making sure Lisa was in front of him, he rushed to the getaway car, shoving her quickly in the passenger side and tossing the loots in the back, he runs to the driver's side, driving away as quickly as he possibly can.

Speeding out of the city fast, at a constant speed and the constant feel of the silence around him and the dewy brown eyes on him,

Y/N finally stops the car inside one of the tunnel entrances under a random bridge, “Yes?" He says quirking one eyebrow, but of course she doesn’t answer so he takes off his mask, throwing it carelessly wherever,

"T had it coming, okay?" He says shrugging while faux jutting his bottom lip,

"Yeah, I guess so, but I didn't think you would knock him out , like actually, Y/n" she finally says, with a chuckle, and a shake of her head,

“Meh” is all Y/N says shrugging, seeming almost childish and not the big; bad robber from just minutes ago,

They stare at each other for a few more seconds before breaking into smiles, "we get extra money this time huh?" she speaks up again,

Y/N nods with a cheeky smile, pulling her into his chest and pecking her temple, “Mhm” he answers lazily while hugging her, as police cars zoom past the tunnel entrance sirens blaring,

But Lisa just hugs his arm, not even flinching, “I love you" is all she says snuggling closer

a/n: yikes man, what was middle schooler me thinking, this is deffo getting removed once I start posting “sophisticated” one shots lmao🥲

#male reader #blackpink lisa #Lisa fluff #bp lisa #blurb #lisa x reader #Lisa x male reader #angst #fluff #lisa imagines #Blackpink fluff

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comatosebunny09 · 1 year

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—but then, you succumb to fatigue, hunger, and the biting cold.

Black spots dot your peripheral, and your rib cage fills with stones. The leather of his jacket blurs and blends with the surrounding forest until your vision doubles.

You crumble to your knees, a wave of vertigo furling through you like smoke. The thud of your descent draws Leon to you, steps hurriedly crunching through the gravel.

He kneels before you without thinking, palms glacial as they encase your cheeks, angling your face towards him, smoothing your hair away from your clammy skin. A muted horror swims beneath the oceans of his irises, searching, searching. His parted lips tremble with each breath. And if he were anyone but Leon S. Kennedy, you would swear he were about to—

“Hey,” Leon urges, his voice temperate like the rain stippling the ground around you. “Hey. Hey, stay with me.” Breathy and tender like coaxing a lover. He shakes you the slightest bit. Taps your cheeks, trying earnestly to keep you amongst the realm of consciousness.

“Trying to,” you chuckle meekly through cracked lips and against the acrid sting of bile.

Your vision fleets in and out of focus. You blink against the bleariness collecting like sand on your lashes, but it’s useless. Your body’s reached its summit, driven there by your pride.

You didn’t want to weigh him down, after all.

“—got you,” Leon says between the heavy static filling your ears. Your lashes shutter, arms growing limp. “I’ve got you, okay?”

There is the sensation of your body being gathered up and lifted. Your lip twitches as you drift into an inky abyss.

I know sits on the crest of your tongue, his homely warmth streaming through you like steadily flowing magma.

He’s always had you.

An amalgam of sounds lures you from your slumber, consciousness dribbling in like you’ve resurfaced from a stream. The steady drip of stalactites, the gentle crackle of a nearby fire, and the rhythmic shclink of something being sharpened.

You groan, throat grainy and the taste of mixed herbs on your tongue. You blink against the subdued torch light. Body aches. Head pulses a dull cadence, teeth clenched. You attempt to sit further up on the cold, textured wall you’re propped against. Yet something draped across your middle keeps you from moving too suddenly.

You make out a familiar shock of beige fur through the lazy wash of sepia swaddling the safe room. As your neck colors with heat and the corners of your mouth involuntarily quirk, your savior pans into focus. A dark silhouette of muscle and protectiveness, coat missing, his mouth etched into a pout.

“You’re awake,” Leon observes, his palm on your shoulder branding through the thick leather of his jacket. You jolt as if singed by coals, gaze skittering to the ground. His hand hovers over the empty space for a beat before cautiously retracting.

Relief replaces the apprehension once furrowing his brows. Leon sits back on his haunches, combing through flaxen locks. “You know you scared me half to death.”

You swallow thickly against the silence stretched taut like a bowstring between you. Regret curdles in your belly. If not for you being deadweight, his mission would have gone far better. You’re too ashamed to look at him. Fiddle with the frayed threads at the hem of his coat, lip quivering.

“Sorry,” you offer, your vision glazing with tears. Sorry for being deadweight. Sorry for being burdensome. Sorry for—

“Hey,” he counters, fingers searing your wrist. Tender as they graze your pulse point, bringing attention to your blood thumping in your throat. This time, however, you do not flinch away. Instead, your gaze flows northward in search of his steely blues. Finds them creased with a silent fondness, a ghostly smile adorning his features. “No need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re alright. Just…let me know when you need a breather next time, yeah?” he adds with a chuckle.

“Yeah,” you utter, gaze flitting between his hand on yours and the reassurance flickering alongside the firelight in his eyes. “Yeah, think I will.”

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shuttershocky · 6 months

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hiya shutters,

hope you're doing okay!! on a scale of sad wet cat to anxiety but with guns - how much are you looking forward to the jessica alter banner? if i can pick your brain for a bit, do you have any insights about her or the other ops coming our way?

Hi!

Jessica the Liberated is actually my favorite kind of 6 star: versatile, packing a lot of weird tech/utility, and damage high enough to do the job without being high enough that she becomes instapull Youtuber clickbait. As always, i don't recommend pulling beyond the guaranteed 10 roll when not on limited banners, since she can always spook you later (and will also definitely rerun), but I would raise her to E2max at once if I get her.

Jessica's big draw is that she's currently the only Defender with a summon—a shield that doesn't attack, and can only be deployed in the 4 tiles adjacent to Jessica, but has a +1 Taunt buff on itself. What's the point of a summon that doesn't attack you ask? There's 4 important pieces of info to consider

The Mobile Shield has stats almost as high as Jessica's, and is Block-2 to boot. When you consider that Jessica is a 6 star Defender, that's a really tanky summon. If you go all the way and max her module too, the mobile shield gets higher max HP and DEF than Jessica herself.

Jessica temporarily changes her direction to face the Mobile Shield. She's so far the only Operator able to turn around, useful when enemies try to surprise you out of nowhere, or when dealing with map gimmicks that involve Operator facing like Near Light's shadows.

Since the mobile shield doesn't attack, it can stall enemies that activate skills upon being attacked. Simply form an L shape direction (the long line is Jessica + shield, the short line is the enemy) so that Jessica herself can't shoot the enemy because the Shield is blocking them from entering her range. Flagbearers, Seaborn Reapers, any enemies whose ATK stats can't overcome the shield's DEF stats, you can stall them for a very long time, as the shield lasts 50 seconds.

It's not written in the skill descriptions on Gamepress but the Shield has +1 Taunt, meaning you can deploy operators after it and ranged enemies will still attack the shield. It's a free ranged tank on top of your regular tank! Oh and did I mention at E2 when the shield takes damage Jessica gets a 50% chance of getting +1 SP? If the shield draws fire, it also charges Jessica faster.

But let's say having a 2-in-1 tank package doesn't excite you. Let's go into her skills.

S1 is an infinite duration, AFK skill where Jessica modestly boosts her ATK and DEF by +70% while also increasing her mobile shield duration by +30s. As AFK skills go it's not the greatest, since it doesn't expand her modest attack range and the DPS is low at 800 (though has a modest 1000 DPH), and when it comes to AFK tanking you have Hoshiguma S2 (or my personal favorite, Croissant S1) to compete with, but if you need your AFK tank to also be dealing damage, it's not a bad deal. The mastery gains are huge too, Level 7 goes from 90 SP cost to 70, still large, but a 20 SP cut is a 20 SP cut.

S2 is a range expansion to Spreadshooter Sniper range, +75% ATK, speeds up her ATK interval to 0.3s from 1.2s, and has a very juicy 75% Physical and Arts dodge. Now Arts dodge is very rare even among dedicated tank units in Arknights, and 75% is also really damn high. For a skill that lasts 15 seconds and also boasts a very high 3.5k DPS, this is a damn neat tanking skill, even if still chance based. It should be noted that this skill gets a big upgrade when Sentinel modules are released, since the Sentinel module reveals invisible units inside a Sentinel's attack range. Limited but useful for most Sentinels since they only have two tiles of range normally, but Jessica's S2 expands it into spreadshooter range, making her both a decent invis counter while her really high DPS lets her kill them herself.

S3 expands her attack range by 1 tile, slows down her ATK interval to 1.8s, gives her +310% ATK and +80% DEF, while the Mobile Shield gets +170% DEF. If the mobile shield is deployed, Jessica fires a cannon shot that deals 250% of ATK as damage and stuns enemies in the AOE for 6 seconds. Uses 20 ammo.

Oh boy that description is so long I'm making a new paragraph for the explanation. It's funny, an AOE 6 second stun on a 40 second cooldown is practically Mostima's whole S2M3, except here it's just one feature tacked on to the rest of Jessica's S3. There's a ton of tricks you can do with the cannonshot I won't list down here (refer to the S3 section of this video if you want to learn them), but the general gist is this is a very high DPH (2.5k) tankbuster skill that gives Jessica 1.4k DEF and the shield 2k DEF, making the pair extremely tough. When you combine this skill with Jessica's ability to change directions, you have a very flexible skill that can AOE crowd, control tank, and tankbust all at once, and it uses ammo too so it won't waste any duration when there are no enemies. This lets Jessica S3 cheese enemies that freeze her (since she can't attack them, she won't run out of ammo so her DEF buff lasts forever), or lets her keep her DEF up the whole time while being pelted by ranged enemies she can't hit back yet. There are a ton of ways you can abuse this skill's various quirks, making Jessica the Liberated a favorite unit for players looking into making optimized clears for challenge stages.

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Now, whenever anyone talks Arknights meta, people always favor units that are the best of the best in one aspect (usually, DPS) and disregard everything else. However, I feel that's a bit disingenuous, given that Arknights' best game mode and probably the game mode that will outlive Arknights' live service itself is Integrated Strategies.

In the roguelike mode, versatility is king. An operator that can do two things but isn't the best at both will struggle to compete in normal Arknights when you can bring whoever you want, but when you're assembling a well-rounded team at the mercy of voucher rng? Suddenly second-best looks real attractive when they can also do a second role in a pinch.

Jessica the Liberated is one of the most valuable picks you can possibly get from a Defender voucher. Tanking? She can do it. Attacking? She can do it too. Anti-air? She's one of the very few Defenders able to do it, and she's also really good at it with S2. Crowd control? Cannon. Weird map layout? She can change directions. DP is tight? She costs 21, cheaper than a tank like Hoshiguma at 23. Invis reveal? She gets that too eventually, as if she wasn't packing enough options.

The only thing this girl's not doing is fucking healing, incredible given that she's interned at a hospital for years now and somehow came out of the experience with heavy weaponry and zero bandaids.

Ah but we're not done yet. Apart from packing enough utility in a single voucher to make Saria start sweating, Jessica also has a ton of different possible relic combos. To use Spinach relics with her cannon shot, simply deploy the mobile shield before S3, so as soon as S3 activates, she instantly fires the cannon with the Spinach boosting its damage. Any Phys+, ATK+, DEF+, or DEF- for enemies works as well as you would think on her too. Her S3 cannonshot can have its stun duration extended by relics, or deal extra arts damage by relics like Children's Puppet. Being a melee unit with extra range means Scout Scope works on her for both S2 and S3, while S2 having 75% Arts and Phys dodge means she can take advantage of dodge relics too. She's got a summon, so relics that boost summons can boost her shield, and IS4 has a new relic that boosts an operator's ATK when their summon is deployed too.

We can go on and on here, but you should get the idea now. Jessica never solved her anxiety, but she did bring an arsenal big enough to handle almost any situation you can throw at her. I think she's a great unit, and if you're a new player when you get her she's absolutely capable of being your rock.

#arknights

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g0thdraculaura · 1 year

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Escape Route

Flynn Rider X Fem!reader

word count: 3k

A criminal breaks into your home for a desperate escape, but going along with his antics you may think there is more to the man than meets the eye.

It was a cold brisk morning, the sun barely peering through the cobbled mountains glazed with snow. You rise out of the warmth and comfort of your bed, thoughts of food flooded your brain. The floorboards creak with every step you take wondering towards the kitchen to fetch stew that has been brewing since your father left the home for the castle. You met the boiling pot with a grin, “Ah, pumpkin.” you stir the pot with the ladle that hangs off the side. You grab a porcelain bowl that was laid out for you on the counter, you lift it to reveal a note underneath. “My dearest daughter, your favorite bowl and stew for this brisk morning. Much love, Dad.”

You couldn’t help but smile wider as you held the note close to your heart. “I love you too dad.” you stared out the window looking at the town's folk amongst the town. The people who were wondering quickly became scurrying. Your face contorted with confusion, “what is..” you slowly wandered to your open shutters. Suddenly, with a thud, A man no more than 5’’9 falls in front of your feet. You let out a gasp and stumble back falling against the countertop and knocking over your favorite bowl, shattering across the floor. The man groaned and quickly lifted his head and placed his finger in a shush.

You quickly grab a piece of glass off the floor and point it to him.

“I’m not afraid! Get out of my house!” you yelped. The man began to plead “Shh! Shh!” He rose off the ground and quickly closed the shutters from the window he came from. “What are you..? Get Out!” you yelped again with more demand. The man peered through the shutters, kingdom guards running and knocking on doors. “Listen, we need to get out of here.” He said while looking out the shudders. “We? Who said we?” You lowered the porcelain glass. “I’m not going anywhere with you!” you yelled.

The man quickly rushed to cover your mouth in panic, his hands smelt like metal and tasted to match. You quickly pulled his hand from your mouth and as you raised your finger to lecture there was a bang on the door, followed by several more. “No! Don’t answer it!” The man whispered and pleaded again as he rushed behind the island in your kitchen. “You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do in my home.” you huffed, You opened the door to reveal a kingdom guard. “Yes, hello officer, how can I be of service?” you greeted the stocky man with a smile.

“I’m looking for a man, a thief perhaps. Looks like this” The guard showed a drawing of the man that broke into your home but with a stocky enlarged nose. “He goes by the name Flynn Rider.” You turn to look at the wanted man in your home, he was on his knees, flaring his lip, holding his hands together. You couldn't help but put a face of discomfort on. You turned to the guards that stood at the foot of your door. “No officers, I’m unsure of this man.” you said with a soft smile hoping to ward them away. “Is that so?” The stocky guard peered over your shoulder to see that same man on the floor in your kitchen quickly hide behind the island. “Yes, I do not know this man. You might want to look somewhere else. Good day.” You began to close the front door but it came to a halt.

You look down to see that same guard’s foot in the doorway. Your face turned pale, and thought to yourself why would you help this greasy man that was in your kitchen. In a panic you grabbed the fire place’s stoker and quickly stabbed the foot of the guard. There was a yell beyond the door, you quickly decided to make a run for it towards the back door and swing it open with a slam. The man in your kitchen stared “Come on!” you yelled with a motion of your hand, you didn't have to tell him twice. The man charged for the door to escape only to see the kingdom guards chasing him through the home. With a swift movement the hopeless man ran out and shut the back door using lumber beside the house to rest against it.

You Began to rush into town with your escapee, trying to catch your breath every few moments. The town in panic as you two ran through the bricked roads, a loose brick makes you tumble but with a swift movement the man you’ve helped takes your hand before you meet the stone brick. You continued to run, lifting your dress making it easier to pace yourself. You felt his hand in yours, tugging your arm. You couldn’t help it when everything seemed slow motion. You looked behind yourself and saw the kingdom’s guards chasing you, you whipped your head back.

“Are you alright?” The man spoke, you couldn’t understand what he was saying. Your heart began to race. Why you wondered, why did you get caught in this? Your head is filled with questions. Who was this man? Why did he come through your window? “Hey! Are you alright!?” the man yelled. You snapped out of your headspace “Uh, Yes! I'm okay!” you yelled back. He gripped your hand tighter as you both fled down the stairs to the pier. He shoved you into the boat and began uniting the rope that connected to the dock. “Hey! What do you think you’re-”

“I'm getting us out of here.” he cut you off.

“No way in hell I'm going anywhere with you.” you stood on the boat in a huff.

“Well, if you want to be arrested for harboring a “criminal” be my guest, because it's either we leave now or I leave without you. Your choice.” he said with a smirk as he finished untying the rope. You peer behind his shoulder and see the kingdom guards running down the steps with weapons in hand. “GO! GO!” you point and yell. He kicked off with his boot and flipped over. You couldn’t help yourself but snicker when you saw his catastrophic faceplant into the boat floor. “You’re not as graceful as i thought you’d be” you let out a small laugh. He looked at you with a smile as he rose up to brush himself off. The guards halted at the dock “We will find you, Flynn Rider!” they shouted over the river. “I’m sure you will!” Flynn yelled back, he sat on the boat across from you rowing.

“Flynn, Flynn is your name? I remember the guards saying a name but I couldn’t recall.” You pushed your hair behind your ear. “I guess that’s what you can call me.” He smirked. You looked at his face, his jaw, and his goofy smile, his hair, something clicked. “You’re that guy from the posters!” you snickered.

“With the different noses of every other poster.” you teased.

“That is not what my nose looks like! They get it wrong every time.” he pouted.

You couldn't help but laugh “are you sure? Seems pretty accurate to me.” you teased again. His face pulled down like a muppet, your face of laughter became a soft smile. “I think your nose looks great.”you started to play with a strand of your hair.

“By the way, I never caught your name.” Flynn stopped rowing and placed his chin on his hand. “My name?” you stuttered. “You broke into my home, had us get chased by kingdom guards, and now you're finally asking for my name?” you decided to mock the position he was in. “well? Are you going to tell me your name or will I be clueless forever?” he leaned back and began to row again. “My name is y/n” you looked away to the side, crossing your legs. “That's a beautiful name.”

Finally, you hit the shore of the land across the river. Flynn gets off and pushes the boat fully onto shore while you're still in. He runs to the side and places out his hand in front of you “m’lady.” he gestures to pull you up from the boat.

“Charming.” you said as you took his hand. He pulled you up but as you stepped out the boat your dress caught, you tumbled out. Flynn caught you before you could hit the sand, your hands fell onto his chest. Your face turned red, “Ah! I'm so sorry!” you said trying to pull away. “Hang on! Hang on!” he said calmly, “your dress, its caught.” he held you up from falling and unhooked your dress. “Let me help you.” he swooped you into his arms and gently let your feet reach the ground. You stood in silence trying to hide your reddened face. “Are you alright?” he said with concern.

“Oh yes! You know, it's getting late. I probably should head back.” you say anxiously, playing with your hair for comfort. “Well unless you want to be imprisoned and possibly hanged, I’d suggest you stick with me for a little longer toots.” Flynn started to walk off the beach into the thick trees. You hesitated, but you decided to follow his footsteps. You can't help but ponder the same question. How did you get caught into this? Who is this Flynn Rider? You both come to a halt.

“Why are we stopping?” you question him, arms folded to bear with the cold.

“We need a place to set up camp and this is a perfect place!” he looks at you and points with a wide grin.

You peer around only to see trees, rocks, and dirt. Not the most suitable camp but you can manage. “Where will we sleep? We didn't really bring anything for warmth.” you looked at him with slight distraught. “We will sleep here! Let me go get some firewood.” he pranced off to find wood to start a flame. You looked at him like he was crazy. You decided to sit on the ground and wait for him to come back with some wood. It was cold and nearly midnight at this time. You hear rustling behind you, you quickly turn towards the dark trees. “Hello? Flynn?” you stood up slowly. “Flynn!?” you were hesitant to walk towards the noises, you stood shivering because of the cold and the fear you had. “I'm back! Look at all this wood!” Flynn jumped from the bushes. “Flynn! You can’t be doing that!” you clenched your heart, you were relieved that it was him and only him.

“Sorry! But look at his firewood!” Flynn piled it into one cluster and started to rearrange it. He began to smash two rocks together creating sparks and eventually igniting the logs that laid on the grass. You sat closely to the fire to warm yourself up but kept shivering. “Damn, it's cold.” you said while holding yourself tightly. Flynn sat next to you and rubbed your shoulders to try to warm you up. Your face lit up again, you could see Flynn’s face in the corner of your eye, his face looked flustered. “Thank you.” you said with a stutter. Flynn gave a nod, an awkward but adoring nod.

“Whelp!” you yelped. “It's time to hit the hay! Don't you think flynn?” you awkwardly pleaded as you began to lay on your side. “Okay, well.. Goodnight y/n!” you felt Flynn lay next to you. You peered over your shoulder to see he was facing the other way. Your heart was racing knowing he was next to you.

You thought to yourself, there is no way that you like him?

Right?

#flynn rider #flynn rider x reader #fem reader #tangled #rapunzel #flynn rider fanfiction #flynn rider fanfic #flynn rider fluff #flynn rider comfort #flynn rider imagine #flynn rider x fem!reader

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multiwreckedmess · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 9

Prompt: Stuck in Wall Pairing: CampusCrush!Wooyoung x fem!reader WC: 1.8k Summary: Instructions unclear, stuck in the new IKEA Bestå. This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Wooyoung or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. TW/CW Under the Cut!

TW/CW: just so fucking stupid. little bit of ass fixation, slight dry humping, protected sex, really fucking stupid

“I cannot believe I’m stuck in some cheesy porn script. Oh this sucks. Oh my god this sucks,” you yell. The assembly instructions for your new television console clearly stated that it was a two person job and yet, you were stubborn and went ahead. Now, almost two hours later, you’ve somehow pretzel’d your way through one of the cubbies with no way out. “Wooyoung help! Can you hear me, you moron, help! You’re going to go deaf if you keep listening to music that loud you little-SHIT,” a sharp slap to your ass interrupts your tirade. “WOOYOUNG!” His witch cackle gives him away. Presumably somewhere behind you, your leg kicks blindly back. “I dropped the screwdriver and now- it’s too heavy I’ll get squished if I knock it over,” you gesture at your predicament. He cackles again. The cold snap of a camera shutter echoing in your mind. “Did you just take a picture of my ass?” You practically scream. “Help me or the second I get out of this thing I’m going to end your entire short twink-y life you GREMLIN.” Sighing, Wooyoung places his phone on the kitchen counter. Appraising what exactly had you helpless in front of him. “You can just go back the way you came?” “No moron. If it was that easy I would've done it. Now can you please PLEASE pull me?”

One hand bracing the frame of the console, the other holding your waist Wooyoung pulls. You don’t budge an inch. He huffs, blowing a tendril of hair up and away from his face. You bounce on your tippy toes with frustration, the fat of your ass jiggling alluringly. You don’t even know you’re doing it as he’s chubbing up inside of his sweats. “Help me out on this would yah?” Wooyoung asks as he readjusts his arm placement. “I”m holding the shelf just focus on pulling back with me, three, two, one, GO!” Both of you tug down, your ass grinding into him, adjusting the height as you push back harder and harder. Still you stay trapped between plywood boards and what’s worse is you can feel him slowly hardening in his loungewear and you don’t hate it.

You’d had a soft spot for Wooyoung, how could anyone not. Handsome with the right amount of self awareness and unique strange charm. In part you wanted to surprise him with the fully built furniture as a way of impressing him, showing him how sufficient you were, as if singlehandedly setting up the entire apartment would win his heart. Dumb, but crushes make you do dumb things. “At least your ass looks great like this,” Wooyoung laughs, taking a handful of flesh in his grasp. “God, I never understood how people could be into those cheesy porn plots but… damn. Really is all out there, vulnerable and whatever.” You stamp your feet, “Wooyoung it isn’t funny.” It wasn’t how you wanted to catch his attention but if it was working who were you to stop it. “What am I gonna do?” Having had a fondle with one hand his other joins, grabbing the opposite cheek, massaging in large slow circles. “Maybe if you relax a bit,” he trails off. “Take advantage of the situation, meditate…or something.” As if hypnotized by his own languid touches, his hips drift forward to meet your butt. He rests there just leaning into you as blood rushes from his brain to his dick.

You aren’t doing much better, practically melting in your pants from even this slightest of touches. It was ill advised to move in with him, but you thought that living together would kill the small flame you’d been carrying. Instead the spark had become a full kitchen fire and now it was spreading to the living room. Your head swimming with his suggestion to “take advantage” of your current predicament. “I’m not very good at meditating, could you help me relax?” “You know, it’s really convenient that I’m home right now. Right when you’re building this. If I’d gone out you’d really be out of luck.” Wooyoung’s teeth catch his lower lip, fighting back a moan as you adjust yourself, ass rubbing against him in the process. “Here’s the problem. I also need help with something,” he pauses, leaning forward and pressing his bulge into you harder. “I think you know what with.” “Mhm,” you nearly whine, lips pressed together hard, making a thin line across your strained face. “It’s sort of your fault, if you think about it. So you should be the one to help me. Take responsibility and all.” He fully settles his clothed bulge between your cheeks, dragging them along his length. “Yes, really, god yes. It’s totally my fault,” you capitulate easily, voice tightening as need sinks heavily into your core. “However you want me to take it, I will. Responsibility I mean. Take responsibility. I can take it in whatever way.”

Wooyoung is ready, just waiting for your word before he drops his waistband to his thighs, a small damp spot already formed in his underwear. Running the length of his shaft along the smooth spandex of your tights gives him goosebumps, a tremor of elation passing through his spine. Tentatively he presses the head into the stretched fabric, watching it dimple and pucker under his microthrusts. “You can take it however I want you to?” His cheshire smile spread wide across his face, tinting his tone. “Even if it’s just this?” “Mhm,” you desperately want more than just this. Fingers gripping the slats of wood as he jostles you. A short sad wheeze escapes through your nostrils. Despite your best efforts to tamp down your desire your body betrays you. Wooyoung laughs again, a short outburst, hand coming down hard on your ass before wrapping you in a hug, as best he can. “You sound so distressed! How will you relax if this is all I give you?” Hand snaking south he presses on your mound, the wet squelch of soaked underwear against his fingers sends another shiver down his spine. “You really want me, don’t you?” “Fuck Woo, yeah I do.”

The response of your pussy to the telltale crinkle of foil is almost pavlovian, walls fluttering in anticipation of fullness. Feeling the warmth of Wooyoung’s palm on your lower back you can picture the packet between his lips, tearing it open with one hand, not wanting to be too far from you. The console rocks as he roughly pulls your leggings just under your ass, just enough to give him access to what matters. Strings of your wetness cling and shine as his fingers slide along your slit. “I was going to prep you but-” he wiggles two fingers in, your walls sucking him deeper. It’s enough to interrupt his train of thought, his persistent teasing. All he can think about is the comfort of your sex. How inviting it is, how ready you are, how much you must want it. “-fuck that’s hot.” “Please Woo, please, hurry.” You beg. You don’t need to as he quickly replaces his fingers with his cock. Grabbing the frame of the furniture he pulls you back onto him in one smooth thrust. The fullness twists in your gut, knocking the breath from your lungs. “OH! Shit, you feel-why are you so big?” You sound almost offended as you moan, adjusting to the pressure. “You don’t know that,” he kneads your lower back, rocking closer. “God I wish I could grab your tits. They’ve always looked so fucking delicious. Just sitting there, taunting me.” “Grab them later fuck me now.” You groan, swirling your hips on him. The wood of the console keeps you from doing much more than rocking and twerking on him. “Show me how much you want it.” He demands. “I know you can do it. You set all this up. Show me how much you need me to fuck you.” Whining you arch your back, wiggling your hips side to side. It barely shifts him within you. He still doesn’t move to fuck you. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you try humping back on him as best you can. Jaw slackening a dry hiccuped sob escapes you. “I’m stuck, you have to. You have to!”

With a smirk he grabs your waist, tugging back on you to hold you in place. Leaning back and away he rolls his hips, the ridges of your walls dragging along his length. Driven by crazed lust, it isn’t enough to feel how you grip him, he needs to see it. Wooyoung holds the hem of his shirt between his teeth, watching how his abs flex as his bodyline rolls again, your lips tugging with the slow thrust of his cock. “Woo,” you moan as he slowly fucks you. It’s nice to moan his name aloud for once instead of just in your head. “God damn it Woo. Ssooo good.” “Hmph,” his response is muted by the cotton shirt. Speeding up little by little. Your eyes glaze over, mind hazy. Getting fucked by your crush in the living room you shared. Nothing matters except for the insistent drag of his cock against your walls. His hips feel like magic, melting your tension with each stroke. Your leg shakes as your orgasm builds, the entire structure swaying. Wooyoung’s hands migrate from you to the wood, gripping it and using it as leverage to pound into you harder than before. The ripple of your ass with each percussive slap of his hips has him hypnotized. Lost to the friction of your walls, he thrusts deliriously with abandon, uncaring of the precious nature of the situation. Chasing the delight of your punched out moans and groans. Core contracting, air is forced from your lungs. The wave of pleasure crashes over you, every muscle bracing as it hits hard. At the same time the console creaks, your top half jolting free. A choked yelp escapes you, unable to warn Wooyoung. The structure crashes forward, fear clamping your walls tightly down on him. “Shit!” He yelps, eyes wide he spills into the condom unceremoniously. “Fuck!” He continues a steady stream of swear words as he pulls from you, stumbling backwards as you crumple to your knees, panting. “Can’t believe that worked-” “I came,” Wooyoung sounds dejected, red and panting. “FUCK! I came so quick.” Your eyes dart under the sofa, a glimmer of the a loose screw hiding underneath. Looking from Wooyoung to the screw you scoot and reach your arm towards the glimmer, instead grabbing the crossbar of the couch. “Uh…I hate to say it Woo but-” His eyes twinkle, “you’re stuck? What a dummy, getting stuck twice. I’m going to start thinking you’re doing this on purpose.”

I just love giving Wooyoung the most ridiculous of prompts. He’s fun to write for me.

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sanemisfleshlight · 2 years

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Innkeeper

kinktober day one. even though this was posted at 1:15am we're counting it!

Akaza x reader

warnings: underage blogs DNI, slowburn, jealously, fingering, unprotected sex, mating press, cervix fucking, & squirting.

edited: 03•18•23

Deep in the chilling mountains stood a homely, rustic Inn. The only sight of civilization for miles. With busting winds and heavy snows got in the way of Sun coming up anytime soon. Good thing for Akaza because he's been scrambling for shelter for a few hours now. If he was in a warmer climate there'd be no hope for him. He could see the chimney billowing out smoke, and seen a warm, dim lighting seeping through the cracks of the shutters and door. At this moment he didn't care if the sight of him scared the patrons of the Inn. If they have a problem with him, they can be his breakfast.

He enters the Inn, with a ring of the bell alerting his presence to you beautiful, young woman in furs pouring a cup of tea to a man who's back is to him. "Just take a seat anywhere and I'll be right with you." you said while finishing up filling the man's cup, and finally able to make eye contact with Akaza. He was expecting a fearful look in your eye, for you to cower in fear. But you didn't, at least not yet "You.. sure?" he questions. You shown with no indication of fear, no quiver to your voice when you said "Of course" with a smile. He just stood there shock and dumfounded. You walked over to add another log into the fire. Once finished you turned over to notice he was still standing there.

You give a sigh, "You're not the first of your kind to be here, and you're certainly not the last." You proceed to gesture to the man you just served. He turned his head to give Akaza a wave, with long fingers with sharp claws. And deep, green eyes that resembled a snake's. The moment he read 'Upper Three' in Akaka's golden eyes, he proceeded to tense up, stood straight up, and gave a bow. "I-Its and honor, sir" he said still bowed over, trembling. "your good." Akaza waved off the suck up, in a disinterest tone. Akaza proceeded to sit by the fire to embrace the warm flame, even though the warmth isn't needed. You proceeded to hand him a wool blanket for comfort. Then bend over start to pour him a cup of Tea. Which shown a shown your cleavage, despite to be covered in furs. He gave a flustered thanks, while blushing and trying his best to avert his glaze, and took a gulp of your homemade tea. Which taste of citrus and.. blood, animal blood to be exact. He definitely believe you know that the lower demon and himself weren't your first demonic customers. "This.. taste great, thank you, ma'am." which made you giggled. "No need to be so formal, I'm just an Innkeeper who serves anyone who stops by, I'm assuming you need a room until sunset?" you asked. "Uh.. yea" he replied starstruck still surprised a beautiful human could easily accept his existence and company. "Alrighty I'll grab your key, feel free to pay after your drink." you said with a gorgeous smile and walked off to your counter. And all he can do is watch after you, seeing your hips sway despite your layers.

After his first encounter with you, Akaza has become a regular patron of yours. He's been visiting you for half a year. Whenever he's able too, even if it's an inconvenience for him. He even almost burned to a crisp rushing up the mountain too see you, now that summer is here. He knows the risk but he cant pass off your warmth. Especially now you've change your wardrobe from thick wools and furs. To skirts and shorts that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. he'll never admit it but it's definitely his guilty pleasure to watch you real closely whenever you lean over to serve anyone or himself. Whether he gets a peak of your lace panties you seem to always wear, or the matching bra he'll see when you bend down to serve him tea. He'll drink copious amounts of tea, despite the downgrade from human blood to animal blood.

He used to always judge men, for being so weak with their urges. To the point that they'd be creeps, now look at him stooping to their level. He's never felt this attracted to anyone before, not even his late fiancé. He certainly loved her and respect her, But something about you is absolutely ravishing. Not only that but your so sweet, funny, and charismatic. He feels the need to be in your company constantly. But sadly he can't keep you to himself, especially since Douma has caught wind of his extra curricular activities.

Which completely enrages him, Douma notice Akaza's changed in demeanor. And of course took it upon himself to figure out way. In doing so he's been having quite fun pushing Akaka's buttons relentlessly. By lingering his hands on your hips while he passes you, to holding your hands awfully long whenever you pour him a cup of tea, To paying you in extravagant jewels and kimonos that would compliment your features. Which makes Akaza want to rip his head and throw it out the window on a sunny day. Knowing that Douma's trying to win your heart just so he can defile you, and kill you. Whenever he sees you in the same room with Douma, he will refuse to leave until Douma does. if he arrives to your Inn, to walk into Douma's scent not only around but on you does to his handsy self. He'll stay for a whole week till he's sure Douma's busy with his cult.

Which leaves him sitting by the fire, clutching on to his cup so tight its starting to crack, visibly shaking with rage. Watching you fall into Douma's lap, due to an 'accidentally tripping over something' due to it being orchestrated by Douma himself. Of course Douma used this 'opportunity' to catch you with his hands grasping your thighs, surprisingly your skirt isn't showing your panties, despite it being rid up so high that its almost getting to that point. Which gave douma the courage to start whispering dirty pick up lines in your ear, in making you blushing beet red. "Uh.. L-let me go" you gulped out "gr-grab your tab.. for you" you muster out while slipping out of his lap. Scurrying off to go behind your counter while Douma lets out a chuckle. While maintaining unsettling eye contact with Akaza across the room, bring his tea to his smirking lips, and giving Akaza a wink. Which resulting in Akaza shattering his cup, and spilling his blood on his pants. Which brought out a busting laugh from Douma.

You turn to see what the commotion is all about. You proceeded to let out a gasp when you see the blood pouring from Akaza's hand. You rush over to him and quickly grab his wrist and whip out a rag from your apron to wrap around his hand. "It's alright. I've healed already" he says while gentling grabbing your hand of the rag to take off. You looked down, your eyes widening in surprise. Blushing for being an idiot for forgetting. Which made a gentle smile graze Akaza's face, he couldn't resist with how cute your blushing face is. "W-well your pants are ruined! You must come with me, I have an extra pair for you" you explained. You grabbed his hand and proceeded to pull him out of his chair, leading him upstairs to your room. Which honestly made his undead heart skip a beat to you inviting him to your room.

Upon enter room, he scanned the room to see your taste. Furs on the bed, an large collection of herbs and candles, a dying fire from the hearth, dried flowers over the mantle, & a large brown bear skin run in front of the fireplace. "Go on and take a seat on the bed" you said while opening a large chest in the corner. "You wouldn't even believe how many people leave their pants in the room, to be never returned." you searched through while grabbing a few pairs. Bringing them over for Akaza to review while you take a seat beside him. "T-thank you" he says while looking through the pants, always surprised with how much kindness you’ve treated him.

"So.. what drove you to hurt yourself" you asked, which made him look like a deer about to get trampled. You two proceeded to sit in silence, staring at each other. He went through a whole list of excuses running through his thoughts. But watching the warm light from the fire glaze over your face, make your eyes glow so beautifully. He decided to tell the truth "I didn't like watching Douma flirting with you" he said while looking away into the fire. "H-how come?" you asked with a nervous gulp and blush. Your heart fluttering hoping he's going to say what you've been wishing for. After bonding and getting to know him for the past few months. "Because he's a prick trying to get with you to make me jealous" he said angering, while glaring into the fire. You wanted to comfort Akaza, you really did. But you couldn't help but smile. "Does.. Does this mean you like me?" you ask hopefully. Which caught him off guard, so he turn to look at you. Expecting an interrogation, instead witnessing the most beautiful smile. "Y-Yes, I really do"

If you weren't sitting, you'd be jumping. You had the most giddiest smile, you just couldn't wait no longer. You grab his muscular shoulder, and lock lips with him. Honestly Akaza needed to reboot for a minute, he was wide eye, trying to process what just happened. Once coming to his senses, he grabbed your waist with left and ran his right through your hair, Deeping himself into the kiss while pulling you closer.

After a few minutes of making out, he gently laid you down onto the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. Slipping his hand up your skirt and in between your plush thighs. Rubbing against your folds with your wet panties blocking complete access. Which released a breathy moan from you. Which encourage him to rub circles on your clit, bringing out more moans from you. While a tight tent grows against his bloody pants. He moves from your lips to your neck licking and sucking, searching for your sweet spot. In the haze of this you didn't realize he moved your panties to the side until he was already a knuckle deep into you. Pushing his finger passed your folds and deeper into you. Which gave an unexpecting loud moan from you.

Akaza gave an aroused groan from that wonderful sound. In half a second he manage to rip off the front of your shirt and bra. Releasing your breasts from their confinement, making them bounce. He immediately took one in his mouth and grabbed the other with his free hand, giving it a soft squeeze. You couldn't believe this was happening, it made your heart swell that you finally got what you've wanted. Since living in the secluded part of the mountains can be awfully boring. At this moment instead of adding a second finger, he added three. Which practically got you screaming. Akaza couldn't care less in being gentle anymore. He has such a huge ego boost, He wants to make sure Douma hears EVERYTHING from downstairs. So he knows he doesn't get the satisfaction to bring such pleasure to you.

His tent in his pants started to get very uncomfortable, if his pants had a zipper and he wasn't a demon. His little fighter would be a goner. Since he knows you won't let him leave in the pants he's been wearing, there's no point in keeping them intact. He proceeded to pause what he was doing to literally rip off his own pants, the same way he ripped of your shirt. You prop yourself on your elbows, to get a look. You couldn't help but bite your lip while looking up at him on his knees. Starring at his seven inch, veiny member. You'd be more nervous of his girth if you've haven't been anticipating this for so long.

He got on all fours, his hands resting beside either sides of your head. He gave you a fury of gentle kisses, while he teases his tip against your entrance. Rubbing his precum against your folds, then started to rub it against your clit. Bringing out breathy moans from you, since the rest of your voice was trapped in your throat.

After enough teasing he couldn't wait, his animal instincts took over. He went all in, bottoming out in one go. Which let out a scream out of you, since you weren't prepared. With no chance of adjusting but you don't blame him. You've both have been waiting too long. He grabbed on your hips and went at it, no mercy. He had to hold on you tight, otherwise he'd push your head into the fire.

You'd be embarrassed of how quick he got your legs shaking, if you weren't so focus of his girth rubbing against all your walls. He got up on his knees, to flip your legs over his shoulders. Holding onto your thighs making them bruise. Angling his hips upwards hitting your G-spot, over and over. Having you a screaming, panting mess, while your eyes roll over into the back of your head. As he's watching your tits bounces so aggressively, he's watching you struggle find anything to grasp onto. Settling to grab onto the bearskin rug your laying on. "Ugh-FUCK!" Akaza groans out loudly. "By Muzan your so fucking tight, I can't believe I've waited this long" Akaza exclaims.

As he's about to reach his high and by the looks of you being a babbling mess, your about to as well. He folds your legs against your your chest, making your tits squish together making them look fantastic. This angle make his tip kiss your cervix perfectly, making you sequel. He pounds into your cervix repeating, to the point your gushing fluids all over his cock, soaking his chest. Which makes you blush so red that you start to cover your face and arousing him so much that he release the good ole dad sneeze. Milking your cunt so good, to the point its starting to cream that the base. Once your highs have been ridden. He pulls out and spreads your legs to watch his cum to start dripping to your anus. Before it can he fingers it back up to your pussy and pushes it back in. Then proceeds to lay beside you on the rug. Pulling your hands away from your face and giving them a kiss in reassurance.

"Don't worry, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen" he tells you, earning another blush from you. You giggled and cuddle up to him "That- was amazing". "I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself" He smirks while putting his hands through your hair. "Now if you don't mind, I'd appreciate if we go again. To assure that Douma doesn't bother you no more." Which made you give him a smirk, as you sit up to straddle his lap. "Why of course I don't mind" you then give him a deep kiss.

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Thinking of rancher cass 🤠

Oh you mean grumpy Rancher Cassian who hasn’t felt the touch of a woman for years?

Rancher Cassian who drives his beat old pickup into town one last time before the storms set in for the winter and he’ll be unable to make it into town until the snow melts in spring? The rusted out truck with over 300,000 miles on it? It was his fathers and as long as it runs he’ll drive it.

That’s how Rancher Cassian is. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. The shutter is hanging on by one bolt? He’ll wait until it falls off because there’s too much for him to do around the ranch. The chair has a crooked leg? He’ll sit in it until it collapses under his weight, then, out of spite, he’ll eat his dinners leaning up against the counter as he glares at said chair, sitting broken on the floor.

Rancher Cassian who is at the mercantile, freshening his supplies for the winter. Maybe he grabs a candy bar and shoves it under the pile of things he carries to the register because god forbid someone sees him with a colorful candy bar in his hands. He nods to the women who greet him and shakes the hands of the men who know him, trying to joke with the grumpy rancher about how maybe they’ll see one of his purebreds up in the state rodeo come summer.

Rancher Cassian who’s not one for conversation. Ignores the women who tend to leer without knowing, staring at the jeans that fit tightly around his muscular thighs, the stretch of his flannel across his broad shoulders, the large boot prints from his brown, worn cowboy boots on the dusty road he leaves behind, the always fresh looking cowboy hat that sits atop his flowing hair that he hasn’t bothered to get around to cutting. He’s sure he’ll find the time when he’s snowed up on the farm, between braving the winter storms to check his herd and whatever else needs tending. He doesn’t care about anything more than he cares about his mares.

Rancher Cassian who hears an unladylike curse coming from up the street, where you stand, arms crossed over your chest and accentuating your breasts as you glare at the car that’s decided to break down on you without warning.

Rancher Cassian who tosses his things into the bed of his truck before approaching you like you’re a wild stallion he’s trying to rope down. Your eyes are red with frustrated, unshed tears, and normally the emotion would scare him away, have him jumping into his truck to get back to his ranch, but you’re too gorgeous not to.

You’re not from around here, and Cassian knows this not because he knows everyone in the small town he’s never left in his life, but because of the clothing you wear. Where did you come from, wearing that of all things?

Rancher Cassian who tips his hat and asks, “Do you need help here, ma’am?” He watches the way your eyebrows pull together and your lip lifting in a grimace.

Your eyes rake hot lines down his body, branding him like he does his horses, a hot iron red with heat against his heart, and he’s gone before he ever really knows it.

“(Y/N),” you respond flatly, piercing eyes snapping back up to meet his. “Not ma’am. (Y/N).”

His eyes narrow a little but he doesn’t respond, tight-lipped and waiting for your answer to his question.

You wait him out, a stubborn little thing you are. He reckons he could pull you right up into his chest and swallow you whole, that’s how small you are compared to himself. But there’s that fire in your eyes, you don’t want to relent, but the sun is quickly setting in the sky and the brusque breeze turns colder, causing you to shiver.

“Yes, please.”

Rancher Cassian who looks at your car and tells you the bad news. “Part will take weeks to get here, but I can let the repairman in town know. He can get your car towed over there tonight. I’d suggest checking out the inn at the edge of town. It’s not much, but there’s a storm coming in and you’re going to want to have a place to stay.”

You groan like you cannot believe your luck, and he gets it. No one wants to stay in the bum fuck of nowhere in the small town that houses barely over a hundred people. Cassian doesn’t mind the seclusion, though, up on his ranch with his horses and the beauty of the nature surrounding it, it’s serene.

He doesn’t know why he does it, if it’s the tears lining your eyes or your defeated posture, but he offers up his own truck. “It’s not much, but it’ll get you where you need to go,” he promises. “I just need a ride up to my ranch and you can bring it back when your car is fixed.” He doesn’t say that he knows it’s going to snow badly soon, or that you’ll be unable to return it to him before the snow melts.

You really look like you could cry now, with how nice he is. It makes him uncomfortable, shifting on his feet as you hastily wipe your eyes, accepting his offer with a thanks that is so sincere it makes him question what you’re running from.

Of course, by the time he helps you get the car towed to the auto shop and he’s pulling into the drive, the snow is coming down in droves. The both of you race into his house as the storm rages on. Cassian shows you to his spare room and sets you up there, then goes to start a fire in the fireplace.

Come morning the snow still hasn’t stopped and it’s so thick he can hardly make out the barn from the kitchen window, but there are chores to be done and you haven’t shown your face yet for breakfast, so he leaves the coffee pot on and bundles up, heading outside.

He knows that he should’ve forced you to stay at the hotel in town. He should’ve told you about the storms and how there’s no way you’ll be able to make your way back into town in these conditions. He’s an asshole for keeping quiet, but there’s a selfish part of him that wants to keep you trapped up here with him, so that he can get to know you.

i love rancher cassian gdamn

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Toeing The Line.

Best friendEddie!FemReader.

It’s filthy with a twist turn of temptations that have you boring on the edge playing with fire with your best friend, Eddie.

Smut. Auguring between reader and Eddie, Slight possessive Eddie, Teasing and power play, all in good fun. Cheating (Sorry) Unprotected PIV, Oral (Female), because I am a absolute sucker for a man on his knees. Dirty talk. Let me know if I missed anything. 3.2k words.

“Jesus Christ, you’re insufferable!”

The television remote had gone flying, smacked and rebounded from the coffee table, the deafening clatter of plastic against wood when the backing had broke from the rest, discarded somewhere along the floor.

“Me? You have a god damn nerve.”

“Yes, you. We are supposed to be watching a movie and all I hear is blah blah this, blah blah that. I don’t care!”

Usually Eddie wasn’t so blunt, he’d sit and listen to you ramble for hours, god knows you’ve sat through endless conversations of his, but tonight he seemed more on edge, more irritated and when you spilled the details of your recent encounter with your boyfriend— He had snapped.

“Fuck you, Munson.”

You heaved your body from the sofa, discarding the empty beer can in his general direction, part of you had hoped it would smack straight in to his chest, as you stormed your way towards the kitchen— the keys to your car placed in the crowded bowl on the counter.

Your fingers brushed the cool of metal briefly before your whole frame was twisted in the opposite direction, the small of your back slamming into the edge of the counter as Eddie spun you around— his hand twisted tight around the small of your wrists.

“Watch your fucking mouth.”

It was inevitably cruel, the distaste that dripped from every syllable of his words and the crowded space between you filled with heavy dread of resentment and anger.

“Baby, I could do this all day, but I really can’t stand to look at you right now.”

There’s something candid to your voice, coated in smug when you see the drop of his expression, like he hadn’t expected you to bite back. He dips his head when his arms come to rest on either side of your waist along the counter, his hands spread across the surface closing any distance between you both.

You feel the hitch in your throat, your body refusing to breathe in the air around you when Eddie’s eyes scan your features, you can almost feel the trail left behind as he glances over your lips— the tightening in your chest caves under pressure, shallow intakes give way to the shutter of your breathing.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? You get nervous when I look at you like this?”

You wanted to swing, the tension snapping between anger and a feeling that really shouldn’t be creeping in to the pit of your stomach, you wanted to move but the restraint in which Eddie held left no room for movement so you opted to grimace instead— lips twitch in to a cruel smile.

“Usually that’s reserved for Mar—“

There’s a split second that lingers for a lifetime when Eddie’s eyes snap back to yours, the tension is cut thick and you both had known each other far to long to not pick up on the subtleties that you both never acknowledged, but when Eddie’s gaze bores into your core with the lingering question that had been long ignored, you simply, knowingly, smile back— the line no longer visible when Eddie encased a steel hand around your throat, the pressure evident but not threatening.

“You look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

It’s rumbles through his chest, voice thick in husk when he speaks, deep and underlying and you feel the skip of rhythm, your heart thumping twice the pace as brown eyes swallow you whole.

“Don’t give me that look.”

It didn’t come out half as threatening as you intended and you watch Eddie smirk at your response, the smugness painting his expression when he captures your waist in both hands, spinning you once again and you wince this time when the soft of your stomach folds against the counter.

His breath runs hot when it seeps across the exposed skin of the curve between your throat and shoulder, loose curls drape over you when feather touch lips hover over the ball of your shoulder.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

It’s whispered in to your skin, feels like it burns and imprints the words into your flesh when your head falls forwards, your back arching against his his chest along with the obvious strain that’s pressing into the mound of your ass— making a problem of its own in your pants.

You could feel, you can feel everything and it has all hairs standing on edge, the coil wound tight starts to unravel along with any coherent thought and you moan somewhere between frustration and pleasure— your hips involuntarily moving against better judgement, chasing your own temptations.

“You can pretend all you want, I can see the fucking mess you’re making of yourself.”

Eddie doesn’t touch, just applies more pressure as he juts forward, your stomach presses harder on the edge of the counter, your back to his chest, his lips tracing invisible kisses along the sparse of your flesh.

“Tell me, sweetheart. Does Mark make you feel like this?”

You feel him smirk, barely against the side of your throat and you know just as well as he does that nothing you had with your boyfriend ever had you playing with the devil like Eddie had.

You wanted to scream, curse, push Eddie to the very limits, beyond that broken line and and be dragged back through it.

“He’s better.”

It was a out right lie. Eddie had known it, you had known it but it still turned the body behind you rigid, you can see his splayed out hands in front of you grasp at nothing on the surface, knuckles twisting a stark white as he groans— growls, dangerously close to the shell of your ear. Vibrations waver through your system, sparks a ignition that bursts into flames in the core of your heat.

The rising tension is all out thick, it swallows any room to breathe and you wonder how long you can keep Eddie there, keep yourself dangerously close to the open flame before you get burnt.

“Tell me to stop.”

This time is hushed, mumbled against restraint through gritted teeth, his fingers twitch in front of you, chunky rings clatter against the hard counter surface.

“Don’t. Don’t stop.”

The last shred of play, the twisted power reversal vanished along with the line crossed, a silent whisper of permission that split the dividing road into one, walking straight up to the devil himself and throwing down any restraint, asking for no mercy.

Eddie’s hands come immediately to wrap around your waist, dull fingernails bite into the soft of your hips, needing as he guides your lower half flush against him. Your head lulls backwards, settling in the curve of his shoulder when lips attach to your throat— It’s a bidding need, the way teeth sink in the sensitive flesh, scarring the pale underneath to hues of scarlet.

Your hands meet his at your hips, pushing, grinding in shear desperation. Eddie’s moans are muffled by your skin, electricity pulses through you when he finds another spot and bites, hard.

“Jesus, Eddie.”

It’s a breathy whimper one cut short when Eddie comes to cradle your throat once more, the expand of fingers reaches over the sparse of your throat, the sting of cold metal imprints on the soft of skin.

You let him manoeuvre you, head hung backwards, held by the weight of his hand, the latter roams your chest— a palm needs the mound of your breast, expertly caressing. You instinctively arch to his touch, pressing your chest further into his palm.

“You look so good. I can’t wait to absolutely ruin you.”

Eddie leaves the touch of your chest to trail down the valley of your breasts, he playfully traces circles along your stomach— Just to watch you squirm before trained fingers brush the bare of your thighs. You had tried to hide the way your legs weakened at the touch and how the dry lump formed in your throat had you swallowing a little to harshly.

He fingers tease the hem of your skirt, fingertips dance along the fabric as he softly moans into the shell of your ear, it’s running a wildfire through your veins, your whole body ignites to the touch and sounds turning your mind into a blissed out fog of pure exhilaration.

Slender fingers remove themselves from the clamp around your throat, glides across your chest like everything is in slow motion, until you’re spun around, pools of dark brown— Irises that had seemingly expanded as they lure you in like some black hole, whole heartily enticing and you craved to get lost forever in them.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart? Still hung up on that boy of yours.”

You push the underlying urge to sink your hands into the expanse of his curls, let the ringlets slip and tangle around your knuckles until wet lips collide in a complete fucking mess until both of you pull and shove, seeking air between open mouths and breathy pants— Instead you tilt your head slightly, a little left of angle, trying to hang on the thought that never even crossed your mind in the first place, just to see Eddie’s reaction.

“You think I’m that easy, Munson?”

He chuckles at your response, toys with the stitching that decorates your top before dipping his head down, unwavering as he hovers them to the shell of your ear— Hot air fanning like fire over your cheek.

“No, sweetheart. I’m just that good.”

The hair prickles to attention, a involuntary shiver makes it way through your body, your jaw goes lack anything you wanted to say instantly shut down and in turn you whimper, a piteous sound that gets strangled in the dry of your throat.

It all goes to slow and to quick simultaneously when Eddie drops to his knees in front of you, the deafening sound that rings when his knees make contact with the floor and the way black eyes dipped in pure sin bore back up at you, sends your brain to completely short circuit.

Smooth palms wrap around your ankles, Eddie takes his time when rough calloused fingers burn a path up your calf’s, circling the exposed skin, tracing patterns, playing, when he reaches your thighs. Big hands encase the softest parts, squeezes and needs them apart. You watch those hands disappear beneath the fabric of your skirt, feel fingers dip in to the band of your underwear, see the question looking back up at you— a perfectly framed image of temptation in the flesh. You shift on your footing, movement in silent answer as you bring your thigh’s further apart.

The pretty lace of black comes into vision when they’re pulled down your thighs, a rumble escapes Eddie’s chest at the view, you see his lips part slightly— The distinct yearning as the lace collects around your ankles where you softly step out from them.

Your skirt is next, carefully and just as precise, it’s removed— leaving you feeling slightly vulnerable at the sudden lack of clothing.

“That’s it. That’s my girl.”

Soft fingers need at your thighs, gentle when he guides them to cup your ass, the warmth spreads across the growing heat of your pussy when Eddie traces kisses along your mound, nuzzles the sparse of hair when his tongue slips between your folds— a steady stripe that has your knees buckled when the flick of his tongue encircles around your clit.

“Oh god, Eddie.”

Your body falls limp, the counter the only surface to hold onto as Eddie explores your pussy, his tongue dipping in and out, twirling and sucking every exposed area until he settles back on your clit— Groans when you jut forwards, his tongue lapping endless reels around your bud sending a cascade of pleasure to spike.

Your fingers find their way into the crown of Eddie’s head, loops of curls entangle around your knuckles when you catch a glance downwards— Eddie’s nestled firmly between your parted thighs, his hands grasp your ass in a tight hold, pushing you further towards him and further to the edge. Adorning eyes look up at you, deep and lustful, hanging on the brink of unhinged when he smirks against your pussy, his tongue darting out as he watches you unravel above him. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t— couldn’t tear your eyes away, letting yourself get swallowed, dragged out and washed away in the hollow of his eyes.

“So good for me, baby.”

He hums into your pussy, shocks ripple through you with the building burn that slowly uncoils in your stomach, the heavy drop in your stomach that snaps when Eddie sucks your clit, his tongue working in soft motions when the squeeze of your ass brings his mouth deeper against your pussy as the sudden gesture brings a stark white heat to course through your entire body.

“Jesus, Eddie. Fuck, I’m going to—“

It’s a crashing end to a overwhelming sensation when Eddie moans into your pussy, eyes locked in yours, your orgasm bares down in hot waves, sending a ripple effect through your nervous system. Your blood rushes in a whirlwind, your thighs involuntarily shake along with your climax and Eddie doesn’t let up— Eddie devours you like a man starved, riding your orgasm to the brink before your twisted hand tugs a little to hard in urgency.

Eddie leans back on his heels, his chin and lips plump and slick, they glisten against the dull light and you reach for him, a little more needy than expected when he catches your intentions and pulls himself from his knees, catches your mouth in a desperate collision.

Eddie tastes of you, it’s sweet and wet, a messy clash of teeth when you suck at his bottom lip. Eddie moans in to your open mouth, hands leave desperate marks in the soft of your hips when he turns you around— A hand wraps around to your back and trails the length of your spine, up, until a flat palm rests in the centre of your back between your shoulders and if you weren’t quick enough, you almost lost the balance when Eddie gives a hard push, sending you to bend at the waist— Your hands barely quick enough to catch the fall before you ended face first on the counter.

“You can give me another one, can’t you baby?”

Your pussy throbs in anticipation, the dull feeling of post orgasm still very evident and when clinking chains and belt buckles rattle behind you, your pussy clenches for attention.

“Still thinking of that boyfriend of yours?”

His mouth comes to rest beside your cheek, his curls drip over your shoulder and back when he leans over, his ever present cock, hard and pressing into your ass. It’s skin on skin and you moan against the notion, whispered words dance in a cloud in your mind when you shake your head.

“You know damn well.”

It’s breathy and uneven, any evidence of holding it together now spilled out like dirty secrets along with the desperate moan when Eddie nudges the head of his thick cock between your folds.

“Such pretty noises. Am I making you feel good?”

“Keep going, Munson.”

It was intended as a threat with very little intention behind it, you could picture the look of satisfaction spread across his features behind you and you so desperately wanted to divert the power play back to you somewhat.

“Think you can handle that much?”

You went to respond, bite back but the sudden intrusion of Eddie’s cock slowly stretching your walls had the words caught in your throat, replaced by a breathy moan instead.

“Oh, fuck.”

Eddie bottoms out, his cock nestled deep in your pussy, it’s a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that has the wind punched from you without the actual hit.

Eddie draws back, each inch moulding to your walls when he thrusts back in, your stomach presses against the edge of the counter, your hands no longer holding your weight— Instead splayed across the counter, your cheek pressed harshly on the surface. Eddie’s hands reach for your hips, imprints bound to mark, leave a dull throb as his hips collide with your ass. It’s a pornographic sound that fills the silence around you, it’s slick, wet, skin on skin, heavy breaths and unhinged moaning.

“Fuck Eddie, oh my god.”

Eddie’s ruthless, let’s your natural lubricant make easy way for the glide of his cock, the cushion soft of your walls hug his cock tight on each thrust.

Eddie reaches for the drape of your hair, he grips tight at the roots and pulls you back towards him, your back flush with his chest, his latter hand still clinging to your hip. Eddie pounds into you, using your hips as his leverage to guide you back to fall in line with his thrusts— Your ass cheeks undoubtedly bruised red from the constant slapping of skin.

“Good girl, that’s a good fucking girl.”

It’s bared through gritted teeth, right beside your ear, it’s predatory and possessive, husky and it hangs deep in his chest.

The undeniable ignition sparks a wildfire, once again in the pit of your core, exhilaration burns through like waves and the feel of Eddie’s cock slamming into the soft spot deep inside has you fucked out in complete bliss, his tangled hand mixed in the roots of your hair keeps you grounded, keeps you hostage to the filthy admirations spilling past his lips in-between moans, it’s like a dirty melody that sings to your soul and straight to your pussy.

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you.”

Eddie’s cock is thick and long, it pulses inside and you involuntarily contract around his girth. You feel the familiar pull, the burning heat rising as he slams away.

“Can Mark do this? Does he make your pussy drip the way I do, does he make you pull those pretty little faces and whimper when he’s inside you?”

It’s a incoherent string of no’s, they dribble off your lips and mix with your moans. You knew the moment you crossed that line that playing with Eddie would leave you a incoherent mess, that playing temptation with the devil himself would leave a permanent mark you couldn’t erase and you never craved the danger more.

“That’s my girl.”

“Eddie, please, fuck.”

Eddie manoeuvres, slams back in and hits your spot with precise accuracy, over and over, leaving you a babbling mess when you cum, his cock buried deep inside— a sticky, sweet slick that edges his own orgasm, you feel the hot ropes spill inside you, your pussy clenching in waves as Eddie pumps the lasts of your orgasm out.

Eddie’s head falls on your shoulder, his hand slips from your hair, settles on your hip with his other. It’s a humid blanket of air that hangs over you both, air sucked in between heavy pants and heaving chests.

Eddie slowly removes himself from inside you, slips his arms to wraps around your waist, this time, hugging you to him.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?”

It’s soft, so very soft. It lingers above a whisper and it has you smiling fondly to yourself.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

You sink back into Eddie’s embrace, join his arms around your waist with your own. You weren’t exactly sure what was to lead after but right now you were just content on the wrap of Eddie’s frame around your own and the knowing feeling that somehow it was all going to be okay.

You had danced with the devil and lived to tell the tale, barely.

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