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rubiehart · 4 months ago

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DARLIN’ YOU SEND ME…

pairing: pregnant!wife!reader x bluecollar!husband!jj

summary: you’re feeling insecure about your post-pregnancy body, jj is quick to rectify that…

warnings: descriptions of real bodies, reader is insecure about her pregnant body, jj jokes about drinking readers breast milk?, allusions to sex, praise kink goes off.

a/n: wanted this to be more angsty but couldn’t bring myself to do it, personally i’ve never had a baby so of course i can’t particularly know what goes through a new mother’s head in moments like these, but i hope i did the topic justice! lmk and hope you love ♡︎

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♪ You Send Me - Otis Redding ♪

JJ grips his toolbox tighter in his right hand, the litter of silver rings adorning his fingers scratching against the plastic of the handle, most he’d been wearing since he was a kid, some gifted by you, some he’d stolen. His wedding ring sits on his fourth finger, engraved with waves and your initials.

His heavy boots trudge against the wooden steps to your little home as he whistles casually to himself, some song he’d heard on the radio, or maybe from you, he’s not quite sure and he doesn’t give it enough thought before he’s wiping off his boots on the little ‘Welcome’ mat before letting himself inside.

Instead of being met with the sight of his beautiful wife on the couch, or in the kitchen cooking up something delectable. Instead, he’s met with stillness.

His eyebrows pull together in confusion, placing down his toolbox on the dining table, which is littered with toys, and upon a quick glance around the house, pretty much everywhere else is a mess of dress up gowns and baby dolls, curtesy of his own little whirlwind, his baby girl Quinnie. He shrugs off his flannel to reveal his slightly grease stained wife beater underneath, licking once over his lips like he did when he was thinking, wondering where you are.

Then, all his questions are answered as you come around the corner from the bedroom, wearing just one of his old threadbare shirts, the neckline a little torn and stretched from where you’d cut it to make it an off the shoulder fit when you were around seventeen, and a pair of cotton underwear that hugs your newly thick thighs, the fat jiggling softly in the warm light with each step you take closer to him.

The ‘J’ necklace he’d bought you for your first anniversary hangs between your milk heavy breasts concealed by your t-shirt. Your tired eyes land on his in the low lighting , eyelashes looking longer and darker in this light, and he smiles softly at the image of his beautiful wife as you drag your bare feet across the creaky floorboards to meet him in the entryway.

His blue eyes widen slightly as he takes in the sight of you, his shirt hanging loosely off your shoulders, but the fabric stretched tight across your full breasts. He meets your eyes with an appreciative hum and quickly closes the distance between you, pulling you into a sweet embrace in his strong arms, caging you in and the pressure against your tired body feels nice.

“Already put Quinn down.” You mumble against his cotton covered chest, feeling him press his lips to your crown, the light stubble on his chin rubbing against the tender flesh. Your eyelashes flutter closed at the sensation, sighing softly against him and then taking a deep breath, the scent of him filling your nostrils: sea salt, a hint of sweat and the last hints of the old spice cologne he’d patted on this morning, the same one that had filled your senses that morning when he’d given you a soft kiss to your sleeping cheek and left for work.

JJ let’s out a soft breath of laughter into your hair, hands trailing down your sides and landing on your hips, one hand dipping under the hem of your shirt to rest his palm against your lower back, needing to feel closer to you than he already is. Other hand squeezing affectionally at your hip.

“Always bein’ super mom, huh? That’s my girl.”

Your heart flutters a little at his words, his intentions surface level but it hits a little deeper considering you’d been having doubts about your capabilities with Quinn, and as a mother in general, especially with another baby on the way now. The validation that you still are still his girl ,after everything.

He can feel the subtle shift in your embrace, the way you cling a little tighter, chest pressed to his a little more, has him wondering if he’s done something. He pulls back slightly, hands moving up to your upper arms, thumb stroking softly over the soft skin as he searches your eyes for a hint of anything you’re hiding beneath the surface.

“You okay, mama?”

Your eyes flick up to his, lashes kissing the heavens and it always makes his heart grow a little fonder each time you look at him like he hung the moon and stars, the height difference only fuelling the fire in his heart, and seemingly also in his lower abdomen. “‘M okay, Jayj.”

His hands move up lovingly and his calloused thumb runs across your cheekbone softly, not fully convinced but knows not to push you when you’re closed off like this. “You sure? ‘Cause you know when I see those wheels turning in that head o’ yours..”

His free hand moves a little rapidly, silver bands glinting in the light and you smile fondly at the blonde boy. The hand that’s still against your face is a glimpse of his softer side and you lean into his touch, eye fluttering closed for a second as you hum contently. “‘M sure.”

JJ let’s out a soft defeated sigh, it’s not like he wasn’t anticipating that exact answer though. His thumb stays creasing the soft skin of your face as he looks at you with a concerned expression, eyebrows drawn together.

“Promise me you’ll tell if anythin’s wrong, yeah? I can tell when you’re not yourself and it drives me crazy not knowin’ whats goin’ on.”

“Promise.” You mumble, blinking a little slow as tiredness overtakes you, standing on your toes, legs a little wobbly to press a soft kiss to his chapped lips, your softer ones making him melt as he feels the swell of your bump against his lower stomach. You smell like baby powder and Quinn’s lavender lotion, he notes.

He wraps his arms around your waist, muscles of his tan forearms rippling under the skin, he rests his chin on top of your head and breathes you in again. “Good.” He seals it with a soft peck to your lips when you pull away, much to his dismay. “Why don’t ya go sit down an’ Ill make us some dinner. You must be starvin’.” He kisses at your temple softly and sends you off with an affectionate tap to your ass.

You let him brush past you into the moonlit kitchen, taking a seat at the toy littered dinner table, letting out a sigh as you push them all to one side. The room is only illuminated by the warm lamp in the corner of the connected living room, and it highlights the muscles in his back as he slings a rag over his shoulder. You pull one leg up to your chest on the chair, chin rested against your knee as you eye him with a soft appreciative smile of your husband.

“How was work?” You keep your volume low, aware of Quinn’s sleeping form just down the hall, one hand comes to rest against your bump against the threadbare t-shirt.

JJ flashes you a soft smile over his shoulder at the sound of your voice, stirring something fragrant in a pot on the stove. “Eh, the usual. Guy showed up with a flat tire, some lady spilled coffee all over her Sedan’s interior.. Ain’t never a dull moment, that’s for sure.”

You let a soft breath of laughter through your nose, stroking your thumb softly over over your bump underneath your shirt, letting a comfortable silence fall over your little family as he works on dinner to feed his babies, you and little man, excusing your sleeping two year old down the hall.

After a while, JJ plates to two servings of steaming hot pasta with marinara and brings them over to the table, and you’re salivating at this point as the delectable smell fills your nose. He sets a plate down in front of you and takes his seat across from yours.

“Eat up, mama. Gotta keep that energy up for little man in there.”

Your eyes light up at the sight of the steaming dish, only really now realising how hungry you actually were, too caught up with Quinn all day to even think about your own needs. “Thankyou, baby.” You hum, reaching for a fork to dig in.

JJ watches you dig in hungrily, one arm wrapped around your shin and the other forking at your pasta, a soft smile tugging at his lips at the sight of you eating a proper meal. He starts to eat his own but keeps half an eye on you the whole time. He reaches for his drink, muscles in his forearms rippling as he takes a sip and sets it back down, licking over his bottom lip once before he speaks.

“You talk to your mom today?”

Your eyes flick up from your plate, sucking up a string of pasta as you shake your head, brows furrowed. You swallow it down before speaking. “Why?”

He sets his glass down, his expression turning slightly worried. He knows you and your moms relationship isn’t the best, considering the whole dating, marrying and starting a family with the one and only JJ Maybank situation..

“No reason, just wondered. She hasn’t been callin’ as much lately, thought maybe y’all talked or somethin’.”

He stabs his fork into the pasta, twisting the long strings around it absently. You shrug, reflectively stabbing at a piece of chicken, not really having an answer for him.

His eyebrows pull together as he observes your overly nonchalant demeanour. He opens his mouth as if to press the matter further, but hesitates, deciding against it for now. Instead, he forces a small smile and changed the subject, nodding towards your belly with a cheekful of pasta.

Your eyes flick up to his as he begins to speak, one hand subconsciously drifting to your growing bump, stroking a gentle thumb over the skin through the cotton.

“How’s our little guy doin’ in there? You feelin’ him movin’ around much today?” JJ asks, seeming all enthusiastic and excited at the chance to hear about his baby, you smile smally at his reaction.

“Mhm, like crazy.” You hum, hand still resting against your bump. “Gotta be doin’ flips in there or somethin’.”

His face lights up at the news of your son’s energetic movements, and you almost laugh about how alike he is to his daddy in that sense. Without hesitation, JJ stands up and moves around to your side of the table, crouching down and placing one hand over yours on your stomach, eyes flicking up to yours.

“Can you feel him kickin’ right now?”

You shake your head with a soft smile and a tender heart, chewing your last bite and discarding your fork with a soft clatter onto your plate. “Think he’s sleepin’ right now, J.”

JJ’s face falls slightly, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He keeps his hand on your belly though, giving in a gentle pat as he stands from his crouching position hands on his knees.

“‘S okay babe. He’s just conservin’ his energy for later, I bet.”

“Yeah, when I’m trynna sleep.” You groan lightheartedly, feeling him laugh too as he pressed a soft kiss to your bump, then to your temple before moving to start clearing away the dishes.

He carries the plates over to the sink and peers over his shoulder at you, stretching your arms on the chair, yawning softly, not even aware of his appreciative gaze. “You tired, darlin’?”

Your heart flutters at the pet name, one he’d only really started calling you after you’d gotten married, and it makes you feel all warm inside each and every time. “A little.” You sigh through a yawn, lifting your shirt from your stomach and your eyebrows furrow at the sight.

“Look,” You mumble, bare feet tapping against the floor as you wander over to him at the sink. “My stretch marks are gettin’ so bad.”

He sets the plate down he was scrubbing and turns to face you, his eyes immediately dropping to the area of interest. He reaches out and gently traced one of the marks with his finger, his expression softening. “They’re just part of bein’ a mama, baby. They don’t define ya.”

Your eyes meet his and they soften with love for your sweet boy, and you nod shallowly with a defeated sigh. “I know, ‘s just annoying.” You huff, letting the shirt that was once his drop back down over your bump.

JJ senses your disappointment and he’s already scheming, because there’s no way on this earth he’s letting his baby mama walk around thinking she’s anything less than perfect. “Hey,” He mumbles, arms wrapping around your waist to bring you into a gentle hug, being aware of your swelling belly between the two of you. “C’mere,”

“Let me see ‘em again.” He says gently, pulling you away gently by your shoulders to look him in the eye, moonlight bathing his angular face in a dark blue hue. “Show me one more time.”

“Why?” You mumble, eyebrows drawn together softly in confusion, but the feeling burning inside of you overtakes any need for an answer as you lift the cotton material, soft eyes trained on his face for a reaction.

His eyes soften as he leans down, expression matching yours as he presses his lips against each and every one, his hands moving softly over the skin. “Because I wanna make sure you know how fuckin’ beautiful they are on you, pretty girl. How much I love seein’ em on my girl.

You feel yourself getting a little emotional as you watch your six foot husband pepper gentle kisses all over your bump, calling you his girl and telling you how beautiful you are. Makes you wanna cry. You swallow thickly and your hands stay by your sides, pads of your fingers tapping against each other in a nervous tick.

He hears you sniffle and is immediately standing back up to his full height, cupping your soft face in his calloused hands. “Hey…you don’t gotta cry, sweetheart. You’re carryin’ our baby, makin’ me the happiest god damn man alive. These marks? They’re just-”

You watch him, eyes gleaming with tears and full of love as you cut him off, voice a little gravelly. “I love you.”

His blue eyes identically well up with unshed tears, mirroring your own emotional state. He pulls you into his strong arms, holding you tightly against his broad chest, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “I love you too, mama.”

Your bump presses comfortably against his firm abs, milk heavy tits pressed against his chest as you breathe slowly, basking in the feeling of being in the arms of the absolute love of your life. After a beat, you whisper into the still air. “Will you shower me?”

A slight smile crosses his face at your whispered question, one hand moving to slowly caress your hair. “Yes ma’am,” He whispers back, hands moving to scoop you up from under your thighs, you’re unsteady for a moment, but then it’s like nothing’s changed as you wrap your arms around his neck, legs around his waist as he carries you towards the bathroom.

“Let’s get you clean, pretty girl.” He murmurs as you pass the threshold of the bathroom, voice filled with tenderness, careful to keep his volume down for the sake of your sleeping toddler down the hall.

His movements are slow and steady as he sets you on your feet, knowing how unbalanced you can be when you’re this pregnant. He runs a soft hand over your bump as he looks you in your eyes, the lighting in the bathroom a little more fluorescent and it makes you wanna close your eyes. “You needa sit down while I get everythin’ ready?”

You nod softly but he didn’t need to wait for an answer because he’s already lowering you gently onto the closed toilet seat lid, then he gives you a quick peck on your lips before turning towards the shower. He starts to pick out all your favourite products, knowing you haven’t had time for a proper shower since the last time he did it for you, which come to think of it was only last week.

He’s speedy on his feet, knowing you’re probably not the most comfortable where you’re currently sitting, he puts up your favourite hair products and body wash, before turning back to you with a proud smile.

“All set, mama.”

“Can y’ undress me?” You mumble, pawing at your eye as you stand on wobbly feet, the hem of the shirt falling at your mid thighs, leaving a little peek of your cotton panties on display.

His eyes warm with affection as he nods, carefully lifting the t-shirt up and over your head, revealing your full heavy breasts and swollen belly. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, slowly peeling them down your legs as you lift each foot for him.

You’re a little insecure, naturally, but you’re far too tired to attempt to cover yourself up like normal, and you remind yourself that it’s JJ, and you never need to hide from him. The steam begins to fog up the bathroom a little as you stand there naked, arms by your side as you watch him, eyes soft.

He takes a moment to drink in the sight of his pregnant wife, his eyes roaming over your swollen belly and the fullness of your breasts. He strips himself off fast, and it’s equally humorous and sexy at how eager he is. Then he bends down with a soft sigh, forearms resting under your thighs as he picks you up like you weigh nothing, cradling you in his arms as he walks towards the shower.

“‘M I too heavy?” You mumble softly, lips pressed to his shoulder, arms thrown around his neck, naked body pressed against his own bare one as he carries you towards the shower.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head as he steps into the warm spray of the shower, voice echoing a little: “Never, mama. You're perfect just the way you are." He sets you down gently on the built-in bench, making sure you're stable before stepping back to wet his own hair.

You place your hands in your lap with a soft smile, feeling the warm air hit you as you sit on the bench, watching with love sick eyes as he stands under the spray, muscular, tall body in display, looking like some kind of greek God.

Noticing your adoring gaze, JJ gives you a playful wink, running his hands through his damp hair. "Like what you see, gorgeous?" he teases with a smirk, moving closer under the guise of washing off, but really just stealing glances at your voluptuous form.

You giggle all flustered, like it’s your first time seeing him naked, like he hasn’t been your husband for nearly three years and your boyfriend even longer.

His smirk widens as he sees your flustered reaction, making him feel like the most desired man in the world. He steps closer, crouching down in front of you so he's eye level with you sitting on the bench. "Still think I'm handsome?"

“The most.” You smile, breasts sitting heavy on your chest, droplets of milk beading at your nipples as you smile at him, cheeks blushed.

Hes immediately scooping you back up onto your feet, arm draped around your waist as he brings you under the warm stream with him, keeping an arm on you at all times to keep you steady.

His eyes immediately drop to your chest, noticing the milk beads forming at your nipples. His heart skips a beat as he reaches out, gently brushing his thumb over one of the beads, watching it break and roll down your areola. "Mama's got milk for me too, huh?"

You roll your eyes playfully at him, knowing the reason you’re so full of milk is because Quinn hasn’t nursed for a good few hours. “Don’t think it’s for you, J.”

He chuckles mischievously, leaning in closer and nuzzling his face between your breasts, inhaling your warm, lavendar-scented skin. "What if I asked nicely, though?" He looks up at you with puppy eyes, pretending to pout.

“Maybe if you said ‘pretty please’’.” You play along, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

As soon as your lips touch his, he loses all pretense, wrapping his arms around your back and deepening the kiss. He pulls you into his lap, sitting on the bench with you cradled against his chest as he continues to kiss you.

“N- I’m too heavy..” You mumble against his lips, trying to shuffle off of him in fear of crushing him, it’s a stupid idea, anyway, you’ve always been physically smaller than him, and he’s 220 pounds of muscle.

He halts your attempt to get up, firm hands grasping your hips as he holds you in place, meeting your gaze with amused determination. Ouch, baby. You underestimate me, damn.” He mumbles, one hand flying to his chest in mock offence.

“I bench more than you weigh." With a playful grin, he squeezes your thighs affectionately. Your heart flutters at his words, throat going a little dry. Something else seems to flutter too, between your legs, and JJ must feel it from your position on his lap.

His pupils dilate as he feels the flutter between your legs, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He spreads his legs wider, pulling you flush against him so you can feel his growing hardness pressing against your core.

Your chubby pussy lips spread around his hardness, head falling back a little, but you’re still protesting softly, the warm spray covering you both. “Jay- m’ serious- m’ too heavy.”

Smiling against your neck with knowing, tender amusement, he runs one hand up your back while the other supports your weight, pulling you even closer. "Stop trying to stop me, pretty girl. You know I love this body of yours - every inch of it."

Your eyelids flutter shut at the feeling of his lips against that spot that makes you melt, a soft whine leaving your lips. “Tell me you know.” He whisper against the skin, tongue darting out to lick against the side of your throat.

You hesitate for a second, arms around his neck tightening a little. “I.. I know, JJ. I know.” You rush out all in one breath, pebbled nipples brushing against his muscular chest.

One of his hands move to palm at one of your heavy breasts, lips not stopping their gentle worship of the soft skin of your neck as he speaks, breath hot against the sensitive skin. “Yeah? And don’t you ever forget it, mama. Can’t have my girl walkin’ round this house thinkin’ she’s anythin’ less than perfect, yeah? My beautiful girl.”

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brain-rot-central · 1 year ago

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Possession

A/N: This is pure filth. I'm so sorry.

Word count: 2.8k

Rating: Explicit. Please read the warnings!

Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x FemaleHuman!Tav (the reader is Tav)

Warnings: 18+, fingering, cum play, cunnilingus, PiV sex, religion kink, praise kink, breeding kink, corruption kink, possessiveness, slight bdsm?, slight DD/lg (if you squint enough), cock drunk, pussy drunk

Summary: Astarion hasn't had anything in so long, not even himself.

Until you.

Astarion sighs above you with a great heave of his chest, his head dropping low enough to rest his forehead against yours.

You unhook your legs from around the small of his back as aftershocks of your orgasm rock through you. Your legs come to rest on either side of your vampiric lover, his cock still buried within the warmth of your sex. With every rhythmic contraction of your walls around his length, you feel it twitch from within. The head of his cock is nestled at the base of your cervix, and you let out a pleasured mewl knowing he's dribbling the last of his spend directly into your ripened womb with each pulse of his shaft.

Gently, Astarion pulls his length free from your warm nest. You whimper at the sudden loss of feeling full, and his seed begins to seep from entrance. It trickles down your folds and pools under you, causing you to shiver as the night air cools it quickly against your heated skin.

“Tch, such a waste,” Astarion says with a click of his tongue. He's looking down at the apex of your thighs to survey his handiwork, disappointed seeing all of his effort lay in vain.

The blush on your cheeks was finally subsiding when a new wave of warmth rushes to your face again as his eyes study your cunt. Astarion runs a finger up your swollen sex, catching some of his spend and bringing it back up to your entrance. He pushes his finger into your thoroughly stretched hole, languidly pumping the digit in and out.

“We simply cannot have that,” Astarion comments. He removes his digit from your cunt and begins to slither down your torso, littering your sternum in chaste kisses as he goes. “In fact,” he states with a silken tone, “one cannot accept such poor conditions.”

Your nipples harden to stiff peaks as his tongue dips into the valley of your navel. Your legs bend at the knees almost instinctively as Astarion’s lips kiss the curls atop your mound.

Every memory cell in your body responds to Astarion autonomically, as if his touch has been seared into each of your nerve endings. It is intoxicating, and you can never get enough.

This man has dragged you into the depths of the Hells themselves. You've fallen out of favor with the Morninglord and have been shunned by your entire clergy as a consequence of succumbing to Astarion's advances.

It started as a simple favor; a quaint exchange. His continued vigor and vitality, all for the small price of occasional sips of your blood. You were hesitant at first, but you inevitably agreed.

You had no idea it would lead to you being on all fours in the cellar of an abandoned ruin, Astarion mercilessly pounding into you from behind as he grips your hair for leverage. You forfeited your honor to him, and your maidenhood, all too enthusiastically.

And you would do it all over again, for as long as he would allow it.

“We certainly need to rectify this unfortunate predicament,” he says. He kisses the soft skin of your inner left thigh, and you squirm at the stark temperature contrast of his cool lips against your heated skin.

A whimper escapes you as you feel the tip of his nose rub against your clit. Astarion licks a wet stripe up your center and you spread your legs wider, grinding your pelvis down onto the wet muscle.

His hands come up to wrap around your thighs as he suckles on your swollen nub, languidly stroking it with his tongue. You grip the sheets of the bed below you and pull as a strangled moan rips from your throat.

“A-Astarion,” you manage, voice barely above a whisper, “g-gods, please, it's so d-dirty…” Your voice trails off into a moan as he drags his tongue up your taint, collecting the remnants of his spend in a small well.

“F-fuck-!” you yell as his tongue pushes past your entrance, fucking himself back into your hole. Astarion hums into your cunt as he drives his tongue deeper into you, moving his head in just the right way for the tip of his nose to rub deliciously against your clit.

“The Gods are dead, my darling. There is only us,” he speaks into you. The vibration of his voice travels up into your pelvis and spreads across your abdomen, causing an obscene contraction of your walls around his tongue.

Your hands fly up onto his head and grip fistfuls of silver locks, bracing your feet on the bed as you grind yourself over his face. You cast your eyes down between your thighs to inspect the scene below, your breath coming in short gasps.

Smoldering red eyes meet yours, Astarion's eyelashes fluttering as he continues to hum into your sex. He meets your gaze once again and your heart begins to beat wildly inside of your chest.

This man was beautiful, so godsdamned beautiful.

And he was yours.

All yours.

Suddenly, he pulls himself away from your center and you whine in protest. You exchange glances and you see the corner of his mouth pulling upward into a crooked smile. Astarion pulls himself up and over your body again, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of your torso.

You moan softly as you feel his reawakened lust now resting against you, thick and heavy between your folds. The thought of using the small of his back as leverage to glide yourself against the weighted appendage crosses your mind, and you throw your head back with an exasperated sigh.

His hips twitch in response to your wanton display of pleasure and he groans, driving his hardened length through the slick heat of your swollen sex. He glides himself back and forth, smearing your arousal with slow rolls of his hips.

Once again, body almost possessed, your legs come up to wrap themselves around the small of his back, and you wrap your arms around his neck. The pre-cum leaking from his tip provides additional lubrication, and you mewl as the head of his cock teases your clit with each canting of his hips. He continues this torturous routine as he drops his face mere millimeters away from yours.

“I want you to taste us, my love,” Astarion coos as he pulls at your bottom lip with blunted teeth. “I want you to savor how well we complement one another.”

He skirts his tongue across your lips, seeking entrance. You open your mouth to accept him, and you immediately groan in pleasure at the taste spreading over your tongue.

Bittersweet yet mellow, with a distinct note that hits the back of your throat. Your whole body convulses, your back arching off the bed, chest pushing into his. It was debauched and utterly sinful; it was absolutely divine.

“Do you taste it, my darling?” Astarion asks as he pulls his mouth away from yours. His head dips to the nape of your neck and you shiver as he kisses your tender skin. “Can you taste how well we complete one another?”

Your hands travel up the back of his head and you tilt your neck off to the side, allowing Astarion better access to the column of your neck. His tongue worries the two small scars beginning to develop over your jugular vein, his favorite place to feed on you, and you grip fistfuls of his hair.

“Do you know what else I taste, pet?” His mouth closes over the ghosts of your scars and your body convulses, wanton moans spilling from your lips as he nibbles the soft flesh.

“W-hat, else?” you breathe out, words separated by huffs.

“Your arousal.” He licks a stripe up the side of your neck, mouth close now to your ear. “Your excitement.” He nips at your earlobe, pulling gently. His voice drops into a low growl and he speaks into your ear, “Your fertility.”

Your whole body arches off the bed, your breasts pushing into his chest, and you writhe under him. A bolt of lighting shoots across your pelvis as the walls of your cunt clench around the memory of your first time.

You think back to your coupling in the cellar, you on all fours as he slams into you repeatedly from behind. There was no other sound in that cellar aside from the wet squelching of your sex as he drove his length into you repeatedly.

You recall how thoroughly full you felt, how thoroughly mated. Your body willfully opening to him, beckoning him to claim you further. His hands on your hips held you steady as he filled you to the brim with his seed. You'd never cum harder in your life, your walls milking every last drop of his release.

Your clergy be damned; you knew there and then that you wanted Astarion on a carnal level. You want your womb to be desecrated by the sowing of his undead children.

“You want this, don't you?” he moans into your ear, accentuating his words with a drawn out thrust between your legs. Astarion braces his weight on one arm, snaking one hand up and over the delicate column of your throat.

You moan and lift your chin up just as his fingers wrap around your throat. “Tell me how much you want this, little love,” he says to you.

“Do you still want me?” is the silent question wrapped within his words.

Your hands release their hold on his hair and come to grasp the one on your neck. “A-Astarion,” you breathe, voice hoarse as his palm pushes against the center of your throat. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you continue grinding your hips against his length, the head of his cock teasing your soaked entrance.

“What do you want me to do, Tavaria?” Astarion huffs out, voice desperate as he tries to resist the urge to sink himself into your warm, inviting center.

“I want… Gods…”

“What, do you want, Tavaria?” His voice is stern and demanding as he growls into your ear. “Tell me, now.”

Do you still want this, all of this? Us? …All of me?

Your head is swimming. You can think of nothing else but depraved, carnal lust.

“Fuck me, please, Astarion…” You open your eyes, hooded in lust, and meet his gaze. His mouth is slightly agape as he sucks in ragged breaths, his pupils blown wide. “Please, Astarion,” you beg.

The hand on your neck now rises to clasp your chin, holding your head steadfast. “Again,” he growls out, “say it again.” He grinds his hips further against yours.

You moan loudly into the night air, hoping no one from the nearby town hears. “Mark me, Astarion,” you manage to breathe out. “Fill my womb until the entire world can see what you've done to me.” You bring the hand holding your chin up to your mouth, placing soft kisses on the tips of his fingers. “Please,” you whine.

Astarion peels himself away from you in an instant, sitting up on his knees. “Turn over,” he growls out through gritted teeth.

It takes a second for the words to register in your brain, but your body inevitably moves as he commands. You turn yourself over on the forest floor, supporting yourself on your hands and knees. His palms sink into the plush flesh of your hips and he pulls you back toward him, his cock brushing up against the cleft of your ass.

You look over your shoulder to see him spit into his palm, working it over his length with urgent strokes. Suddenly the head of his cock nudges against your entrances and he sinks himself in. Your arousal provides enough support for him to fully sheath himself within you, and he hisses as his tip pushes against the end of your cervix.

Your arms give way and you lean forward onto your elbows, head dropping between your arms as your hips move of their own accord back and forth over his length. Your cunt throbs with each pass of his cock against your walls, and you sigh as it rubs against the spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

“Gods, you are so fucking warm,” he growls from behind you. Astarion reaches forward and grips a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back up. His other hand is sunken into your hip in a vice grip, holding you in place as he continues careening you both toward completion. You know you'll have a bruise come tomorrow, but you didn't care. You want him to mark you, to claim you.

You desperately push yourself back up onto the palms your hands, your muscles struggling to support your weight as your pleasure builds. Your whole body is shaking as you continue to meet his thrusts with your hips. Astarion adjusts his angle ever so slightly behind you, the head of his cock now pushing directly into the spot that turns your vision hot white.

“A-Astarion,” you mumble as saliva pools in your mouth, “d-don’t stop-!” You feel your thighs quaking, your cunt fluttering wildly over his length as you draw closer and closer to the edge.

Astarion catches onto your rapidly approaching crescendo and increases the pace. The clearing is filled with nothing but the wet sound of your arousal and skin slapping against skin. He lifts his chin up toward the sky and his mouth hangs open as he moans incoherently into the night air, hips never faltering in their assault.

“My sweet girl,” he says to you, voice thoroughly and completely wrecked, “you always feel so good around my cock.”

You feel yourself clench around him in response to his praise, pleasured mewls escaping your lips. His hand releases its grip on your hair, coming to rest on your hip as his fingertips sink into the supple skin beneath them. He's spearing himself directly into your cunt, directly into that spongy spot inside you, and your arms falter once again. At this point, you're not going to last much longer.

You cross your arms in front of you, resting your head on your forearms. Your brain has ceased all logical thought as he fucks into you mercilessly from behind. You mumble a mantra of “please, yes, please, oh, there, keep going,” from under him.

One particular thrust has you seeing stars explode behind your vision and you spill over the edge into oblivion. You think you scream, the pleasure ripping through you so intensely that it obscures your other senses, but they're muffled by your face buried in your forearms.

His hips still as your walls contract around him. He sucks in a deep breath through gritted teeth, uneven pants escaping his mouth. He begins to move behind you again, his hips stuttering in short bursts into your wet heat. “I'm going… I'm going to…” he pants from behind you, chest heaving.

You manage to raise your head enough to look briefly over your shoulder. He looks thoroughly debauched; damp strands of silver hair are plastered to his face and beads of sweat drip from the tip of his nose.

He is devastatingly handsome.

“Do it,” you reassure him, softly. “It's okay.”

Astarion’s mouth drops open, a raw, guttural growl rupturing from his throat. His bottom fangs glint in the moonlight and his eyes roll back into his skull as hips finally cease. The grip on your hips tightens as he pulls you further into him, and then you feel it.

Thick ropes of heat coat the inside of your cunt and you moan, feeling some of it slip out between the place where you're joined and drip down onto the forest floor below.

With a drawn-out sigh, he slumps against your back, the added weight causing you both to collapse onto the soft earth below. You feel him mouthing softly against your back, leaving absent-minded kisses across your skin as his brain performs yet another hard reset, the second one of the evening.

Astarion’s senses finally return and he pulls himself free, rolling off of you and onto his back. You reposition yourself onto your side and slot yourself against him. His arm comes down over your shoulder, and you tuck your head against his chest. You feel Astarion kiss the top of your head, and you sigh in contentment at the warm gesture.

Neither of you speak another word, thoroughly spent. As your eyes fall closed, you nestle your cheek against his chest and hear the slow thud of his heart as it lulls you to sleep.

Within his arms, you are safe.

You are loved.

You are home.

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Kim Sejeong, Master Baiter - Kim Sejeong, Kang Mina, Jeon Somi

"Oppa, what type of porn do you watch?" It takes all of your self-control to not spit your food on Sejeong.

"W-What? I don't watch porn," you answer reflexively.

"Come on~ even I watch porn, it's fine! What type of porn do you like, how do you feel about girl-on-girl porn? I heard guys really like that."

"I... don't mind it?" You try to dodge the first part of her question, and thankfully Sejeong overlooks it.

"Yeah? Okay, so you wouldn't mind it?"

"Sure? Where is this going?"

"Oh nowhere, don't worry about it!"

Valentine's Day soon comes around, and you take Sejeong out for a fancy dinner date. She's dressed in a rather daring black dress, but at least it isn't out of place in the restaurant.

Neither are you, suited up sharply for the occasion, and Sejeong's eyes rake over you just like hers do.

"Something on my face?" you quip as you catch her looking once again.

"Me, hopefully, later tonight." Your eyes widen, and the blood drains from your face and rushes down between your legs. It's one thing for Sejeong to be straightforward, it's another thing for Sejeong to be this straightforward.

"S-Should we skip dessert then dear?" You fold your napkin and leave it on the table, ready to go.

"No." Sejeong daintily dabs the side of her mouth, cleaning some imaginary morsel from her lips. "But we should have it back in our room."

"Oof! Mmph!" Sejeong drags you into said room, slamming the door shut by pushing you against it. Except it's not your bedroom, and it's not her bedroom either.

"You didn't tell me you booked a whole suite for us," you whisper sweetly, briefly staving off the wave of passion that is Sejeong pressing her lips and her curves against you.

"I wanted it to be a surprise, happy Valentine's Day oppa." Sejeong is not really into delaying things, and she pulls your hands around her neck, making sure you're touching the knot holding her dress together.

"Someone's in the mood." Sejeong doesn't deny it, sliding a thigh between your legs as she grinds herself on your own thigh. She presses herself into your chest, and you feel two rough nubs against you.

"There's so much I want to do tonight."

You let her dance you over to the bed, tipping the two of you on to it. She snakes a hand under your shirt, and you slip the knot off her dress.

"Someone's in the mood," Sejeong quips back and dazzles you with a knowing smile. She tingles as your daring hand goes down her bare back, and wrinkling her dress as you squeeze her ass harshly, bringing her hips flush against yours. She can feel you stiffly prodding against her, and she responds with a grind and a soft moan. She kisses your cheek, nibbling on your earlobe. "Such smooth skin, I can't wait to sit on your face."

"Hop on then." Your world descends into darkness as Sejeong's dress lands around your head and blocks out the light of the room. Her wetness and musk fills your senses, and you start licking when Sejeong grabs your head and begins to hump your face. Back and forth, left and right, clit and slit, your tongue brushes over and against every part of Sejeong's increasingly drenched pussy, and you can vaguely make out her moans over the dress. The mattress sinks a little as she plants her knees on each side of your head, and your neck gets a workout as she bounces herself on top of you, riding your face for all it's worth.

"Fuck I love your face!" Sejeong moans loudly, not caring if you could hear it or not. You are briefly nonplussed as your face is no longer connected to her pussy, but it is quickly rectified as Sejeong spreads her knees wide and drops herself on your mouth. She stuffs you full of juice as she clearly cums above you, shoving your head into the bed. Sejeong rode you rough, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Hope it's my turn soon," you mumble into your forced kiss on her lower lips, and Sejeong shakes in laughter.

"Oh you'll get your turn right now." You wince at the now blinding light of the room, and then not too gently Sejeong wipes her juice off you before kissing you again. "You remember how I asked if you liked girl-on-girl porn? What if we had some live girl-on-girl porn right now?"

"R-Really?" You choke on the words, pitching a tent in your slacks that test the durability of the fabric. Surely not, surely you're not having a threesome right now?

"Mmhmm." Sejeong sits you at the edge of the bed and has you remove all of your clothes. Your stiff cock points right at her as she settles between your legs, the top of her dress undone earlier now reveals her busty chest. "How would you like to see some hot action from Rachel and Samantha hmm?"

"Ohh, yeah, that's good..." you moan as she presses her soft mounds around your cock. You won't say no to a titjob from Sejeong, but you can't help but feel slightly disappointed at Sejeong's idea of girl-on-girl action.

"Look, they're kissing, mmph, yeah, make out girls!" Sejeong commentates on her own work as she pushes her tits together, trying to get her nipples to touch. She sucks your tip in her mouth intermittently, earning a groan from you each time.

"Yeah, rub against each other, you like that oppa?" Rachel and Samantha move in opposite directions as Sejeong manhandles them up and down. "You like their scissoring?" The delicious friction of her tits along your shaft is very effective (like every Sejeong titjob ever), and you throw your head back and moan an affirmative.

"They can feel you getting close oppa, they're going faster and faster, ah, ah, ah!" Sejeong throws in some fake moans of her own. "Look at them!" You freeze as you bring your head back down—somehow, what you thought was merely another empty bed in the suite is now occupied, and you see Kang Mina and Jeon Somi, tangled together on a bed of their own, dressed in nothing but their underwear.

"Guh!" It is a moan of surprise and pleasure as you hit your peak instantly, splattering Sejeong's face with multiple blasts as she smiles and takes every shot like a champ, letting it drip down to Samantha and Rachel, her two "girls" working to milk you thoroughly. "Se-Sejeong, what— Mina, Somi are over there—" You instinctively cover yourself with your hands as Sejeong gets up to clean herself off, shrugging her dress to the ground right in front of them.

"Hm? Oh, about time, you're late."

"Hi unnie, oppa!" Somi's voice comes from across the room. "We didn't want to disturb."

"Yeah, you two were late so we just got started, don't mind us, keep going." Somi gives the two of you an "OK" sign as Mina waves to both of you. The pair collapse back on the bed as Mina pulls Somi into her embrace. And you finally try to process things.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Oh, so the suite's actually two rooms connected—"

"No no I get that part, sure, but it's all the other stuff I'm confused about."

"Well, they wanted to spice things up a little for Valentine's Day, and I was game. And don't tell me you're not game," Sejeong warns as she grabs your already recovering self. "Just let us lead things, okay?"

"As long as they're okay with it."

"Oh they are more than okay with it."

Across the room Mina and Somi are in their own little world, tongues tangling in their deep kiss.

"Take it off." Somi obliges, and her girlfriend leans in to suck on her newly freed tits.

"Fuck, I can't believe we're doing this," Somi moans, a little softer than normal. Mina's hand on her ass makes sure she moans at her usual volume.

"You're the one who wanted to do it." Off comes Mina's bra, and now it's Somi's turn to pleasure her unnie, her hand drifting underneath Mina's panties. "Ah, yes, there!" Slow circles on Mina's clit and lots of sucking on Somi's tits are the appetizer for the night as the two of them work themselves up to a main course.

"Holy shit."

"Better than any porn you've watched I bet." Sejeong mutters, leaning against you as you prep your own appetizer for round two. You massage Rachel and Samantha, kissing Sejeong's neck as she leans into you. "God they look so fucking hot." You move a hand down her body, only to find her own hand already at work, rubbing languidly over her pussy. "Oh fuck, wow."

You look up to see what Sejeong's gasping about—Mina's has one, no, two fingers in Somi, her panties drawn to the side to give the two of you a good view, and she's sawing them in and out of the younger woman.

"Ahh!" Mina yelps as Somi responds in kind, pushing her own slender fingers into her lover. Soon the two of them move in unison, hips grinding up and down as they seek to get themselves and each other off.

"Fuck, unnie please, one more!" Somi throws her head back when Mina does just that.

"Don't hold back," Mina warns her, and soon between Mina's hot breath on her nipples and three fingers deep in her cunt Somi wails loudly for all to hear, thighs quivering, tits jiggling, and back undulating in her orgasm. Mina withdraws her fingers with a flourish, showing off her shiny digits to the audience of two across the room. Somi collapses on her girlfriend, but her strength quickly comes back, and Mina's hand on her head roughly pushes her down.

"Holy fuck..." the two of you breathe as you watch Somi suck on Mina's tits, squeezing and pleasuring Sejeong's former Gugudan groupmate. She keeps moving down, and Mina's panties land on the floor between the two rooms. She sucks in a breath as her lover kisses her mons, and she moans loudly when Somi finally makes contact with her clit, taking it in her mouth. Mina's lost in her own world, feeling Somi's tongue swirl around her nub and dip into her wetness—she bucks her hips, dangling her legs over Somi's back as she pushes her favorite tongue deeper into her.

You couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck Sejeong, I need to fuck you." You lean forward, meaning to push her on all fours, but she pushes back.

"Wait, I still want to watch. Like this—" With your legs spread Sejeong sits on your hips, letting herself sink on to your cock. "Mmmm are you bigger than normal? Because of the show?"

"No, you're tighter than normal, is it because of the show?"

"Shut up and let me watch." Sejeong leans back against you, kissing your nape as she grinds on you. "Fuck me slowly, I want to watch them finish. Ah!" You do as she says and move slowly, but you are going to fuck Sejeong hard. "I can't watch like this!"

"Do your best." Sejeong keeps her hands on your knees for support, her legs spread and kneeling on the bed, taking each slam of your hips into hers. She bites her lower lip on the first thrust, trying to keep quiet and not distract the lovers across the room. His fingers dig into her hips and a small moan escapes her lips, and Sejeong quickly crumbles. The scene across the room shakes as you rattle her with each thrust. You bring a hand to her neck, tiling her head up and opening her throat.

"OH FUCK!" Mina is jarred out of her own pleasure because of the Sejeong's shout, and also because Somi stops to turn around.

"What's going— Mmpf!" Mina keeps Somi pinned against her snatch. "But I want to see—"

"Get me off quickly, then we can watch." Somi accepts the challenge, her tongue more active than ever. Mina's vision blurs as Somi's fingers join the challenge, taking up permanent position inside her pussy as Somi begins lapping at her clit, small quick touches skyrocketing her pleasure. She arches her back off the bed and nearly suffocates Somi in her orgasm, mindlessly humping Somi's face until she feels her back on the bed again. Mina pulls Somi back up the bed, not hesitating to kiss and taste herself on her pleasurer's lips and tongue. "Good girl, now we can watch together."

With their own show over, Mina and Somi settle to watch Sejeong's show. The two of them watch Sejeong get plowed from below—her tits juggle from each impact, just as your balls dangle on each thrust, evidence of you hilting deep inside Sejeong every time. Your butt leaves the bed each thrust, and the only reason she doesn't go airborne is because you have a tight hold on her waist, jamming her down on your cock each time.

"Fuck that looks so hot too..." Somi whispers, turned on again after the time spent eating Mina out helped her recover. She grinds slowly on Mina's juicy thigh, spreading her own slick all over her unnie's leg.

"He must be hitting her so deep, look at unnie's face!" Mina points out. Sejeong's expression is one of surprised pleasure, her lips curled in a smile, but her eyes round and wide open, thoroughly enjoying the rough treatment. They watch you grab one of Samantha or Rachel, and you squeeze, drawing a strangled moan from Sejeong.

"Oh fuck, oppa! I'm gonna cum!" Somi and Mina watch in shock as you up the pace, making Sejeong go from soft to loud moans, then into a wailing shriek. "Yes yes yes!" The last few thrusts are accompanied by deafening claps of flesh on flesh as all parties involved go silent when you bring her down on your cock one last time. Sejeong's head lolls against your shoulder, and you kiss and grunt into her cheek.

"S-Sejeong unnie's leaking..." Somi mutters, her eyes glued to your connection. Slick flows freely down your sack, and as you move slightly, both Somi and Mina tense up as they see rivulets of thick white cum leaking out of their unnie. "He came in her, so much..." When you leave her body even more of it oozes out of her, staining the bed. Somi jumps a little, feeling Mina squeeze her own breast all of a sudden.

"Did you bring it love?" Somi gets Mina immediately.

"Yes, let me get it." A trail of slick connect's Somi's pussy to Mina's thigh briefly before it snaps, and Mina plays with herself idly. She couldn't wait to fuck Somi.

"Ah... That was so good." Sejeong mumbles into your neck, breathing heavily.

"Yeah, that was so hot."

"Looks like it's going to get even hotter." Sejeong chuckles tiredly. You look up to see what she means and your jaw almost knocks Sejeong out from how hard it bumps her on the head—Mina is on top of Somi, spreading her legs. In between Mina's own legs is a crimson red raging boner—at least, that's what you would call the strap-on she is wearing. The tip rests between Somi's lips, and the blonde's chest is already heaving, chin tilted down and begging.

"Please put it in already unnie, please!" Kang Mina stops to spare you and Sejeong a look, a light smirk on her face, as if to say, watch how I fuck her. With a snap of her hips Mina shoves herself all the way into the blustering busty blonde.

"Unnie, UNNIE!" Somi squeals. Unlike usual porn, two pairs of tits are juggling in rhythm, hypnotizing you as you watch Mina fuck Somi vigorously—it is clear that this is not a new development, as Somi wraps her legs around Mina and pulls her down for a kiss. "Unnie, so good, so deep!"

"Yeah? Are you going to cum for us already?" Mina squeezes Somi, fingers pinching and drawing circles around her nipples. It results in a higher pitched whine and a nod. To your surprise Mina gets even rougher, putting Somi's long legs on her shoulders and bending over her. Watching Mina's curvy body pound Somi's toned figure in half is incredibly erotic, and you notice Sejeong's hand wrapped around your recovered hardness.

"I need you to fuck me soon." You reach between Sejeong's legs, feeling a new coat of slick mixed with your cum from earlier.

"Later, let them finish first." Your eyes are still glued to the couple, and every bounce of Mina's hips off Somi reveals the strap-on getting shinier and shinier. Somi's arms are wrapped around Mina's neck, holding her there, making sure Mina hears her moans get louder and louder. The breasts dangling in front of Somi are too delectable, and soon she has a tit in her mouth, using it as a muffler for her moans.

"Fuck Somi, shit!" Mina pounds her even harder, and she hisses as Somi tenses up, teeth and nails digging lightly into her body. Mina gives Somi a few final pumps through her orgasm, as if trying to jar Somi's mouth loose from her chest. Drool drips from Mina's teeth-marked breast as Somi's jaw goes slack, and her entire body, previously clinging on to Mina, seems to fall off her lover. Slick drips from the strap-on as Mina removes it from around her hips, letting it stain the sheets as she collapses on top of Somi, kissing her tenderly.

"Okay they're done. Fuck me, fuck me now!" Sejeong's whisper is insistent as she twists onto her back, strong legs around your hips immediately, urging you to mount her right away.

"Wait, oppa wait!" Somi's soft cry surprises everyone in the room, her outstretched hand stopping you momentarily. She pushes herself up into a sitting position, reaching for the strap-on and holding it in the air.

"Teach me how to fuck."

"What are you talking about?" you ask hoarsely, not quite believing your ears.

"I want Mina-unnie to feel good too, so, show me how you do it."

"Umm, you should ask her what position she likes."

"I don't know—"

"Doggy." Mina is eager to "help", and she helps Somi with the strap-on. "I love you, you'll feel good no matter what," she whispers in Somi's ear before getting on all fours. Sejeong is equally eager to just get fucked as she gets on all fours too, mirroring Mina's position. You take a deep breath—yes, you're really doing this.

"Okay, so I would umm, push her down into the bed, like this." With a hand on her upper back you push Sejeong into the bed, keeping only her ass up in the air. Somi does the same with Mina, before looking back at you quizzically.

"Why do you do this?"

"Oh, it gives you a better angle, and umm, I like to see her tits, they squish and spill out on the sides a little."

"Oh..." Somi looks down and sees the same for Mina. She reaches down and gives Mina a light squeeze. "That's pretty hot."

"Yeah, so umm, push in." You can't believe you're asking Somi this. "Are you inside Mina yet?"

"Yeah." Mina let's out an involuntary Ah! as Somi pushes further. "All the way in I think."

"Okay, now take your hand and place it on her lower back. Now pull it towards you, make her back curve a little more, but don't hurt her." You demonstrate for Somi on Sejeong, and she is a quick learner, taking to it like learning choreography.

"Now rotate your hips, move her up and down slightly, let her tell you what feels good." You walk the talk, and Sejeong tells you with her body, her walls tightening around you when your head rubs over her g-spot.

"Nngh!" Mina tells Somi more vocally, gasping in surprise when the blonde finds her spot.

"There unnie?"

"Unnngh yeah, right there."

"What now?" To Mina's arousal and slight trepidation, Somi's hands are gripping her hips firmly—she had nowhere to run.

"Thrust in and down, make sure you keep the same position as much as possible." You grab Sejeong by her slim midriff and thrust, earning yourself a satisfying gasp and whine from Sejeong. You spare Somi and Mina a glance, but after the first few thrusts seem to draw muffled moans from Mina, you figure Somi is doing a fine job and leave her to it, changing your focus to Sejeong instead.

Somi meanwhile is laser-focused on the couple across from her—one thing that's different between Somi and you is that Somi isn't distracted by pleasure from Mina's pussy gripping the strap-on, so her detailed eye catches every slight adjustment you make: How you raise your hips slightly before thrusting, how you propel yourself forward and down when doing so, and how you hands pull Sejeong's hip upwards at the same time.

She does all this and more, getting aroused from the fucking before her of course, but also making sure her movements are correct, working up a sweat as she thoroughly goes through each motion, refining her rhythm as if going through an exercise set.

S-Somi... Mina gasps in her head, but she's unable to even make a sound—one other thing that's different is that Somi can't feel Mina tighten up around her strap-on, and she's so focused on the motions of fucking and the couple in front of her that she's lost track of her girlfriend beneath her, the one getting unexpectedly and completely destroyed by Somi's first fucking. Over and over Somi pushes on her g-spot, and Mina's been sent over the edge multiple times. She can hear herself squelch lewdly, her mind leaking out of her pussy as Somi fucks her brains out relentlessly. There is no doubt cream and girlcum all over the strap-on and a puddle between her legs, but Somi has made no indication she has noticed at all. Mina's legs are weak, she can barely feel them, barely keep herself propped up, and yet Somi's hands keep her ass raised—she's not so much fucking Mina, as she is fucking Mina's g-spot, and the poor brunette takes it while Somi is focused on you and Sejeong.

You of course, don't notice any of this, busy grunting and moaning with Sejeong as you feel her clench around you multiple times, getting her off as much as you could. As you reach your own end you pull Sejeong off the bed, yanking her arms back. You lose your rhythm, thrusting into her wildly while Rachel and Samantha bounce all over. With no bed to muffle her moans, Sejeong screams as you explode in her with one final plunge, grabbing her tits and pulling her flush against you, making sure you fill her up right in front of Somi and Mina. Your hand drifts down her body, and she holds your hand as you fill her womb with warm cum.

"W-Wonderful..." Sejeong whispers before she falls forward on to the bed, spent but filled. It leaves you on your knees, cock shrinking, dripping with cum and slick as you take in the situation in front of you.

"Umm, when should I stop?" Comes the hilariously innocent question from Somi, and you realize Somi's still thrusting, still fucking Mina, who seems to be quivering and drooling onto the bed.

"Er, normally when you cum, but in your case I guess when she tells you to? I think you should stop though, Mina doesn't look to be in a state to talk." Somi stops and let's go of Mina, and she immediately slumps on the bed, limp and unmoving.

"Unnie, unnie are you okay? Sorry did I hurt you? You should have said something!" Somi cuddles Mina, until she's finally coherent enough to talk.

"No, you didn't hurt me, it was very good, too good. You're a natural. We'll figure out a way so you don't go overboard." The two of them are locked in whispered conversation as you do your best to clean up, making sure Sejeong's okay and dealing with the mess best you can.

"Do you want to try?" "Both?" "Check with unnie."

The two of them call out to Sejeong, waving her over. She stumbles over there, still not quite getting her legs under her, and the three of them engage in even more whispered conversation.

"Oppa, are you showering?" you hear Sejeong call out from the room.

"Not yet, I was going to, want to join me?" You slap yourself mentally, forgetting that Somi and Mina were there. "I mean, you can go first if you want."

"No no, can you come out for now?" You exit the bathroom to see all 3 of them on the bed, wrapped in bathrobes for warmth.

"What is it?"

"Can you do it with me? Just once." Somi slips her robe off a little, just past her shoulders. How did she know—Kim Sejeong!

"And then me, just once too." Mina does the same, and your eyes go to Sejeong, who is smirking.

"Your idea?"

"Just the shoulder thing, the rest is theirs. And I'm okay with it, before you ask. Happy Valentine's Day?" Your girlfriend shrugs and teases you.

"But aren't you two—"

"Yes but we're not opposed to it, and to be honest? You look bigger, so we want to see how that feels. You made Sejeong unnie feel good, but how do we know it's not because you're the only guy she's ever had?"

"Hey!" Sejeong smacks Somi in the back of her head. "Fuck her, that's an order."

Mina pulls Somi down to the bed, stripping the bathrobe off her as you get to admire Somi's body once more. "Tell me how he feels babe, I want to know what I'm getting into."

"Yes unnie." Somi's expression is priceless as you start with the tip, spreading her lips open before slowly pushing yourself into her. "Fuck unnie, he's thick, he's so wide!" With the boost to your ego, you pull out before pushing back into her smoothly. "Hnngh fuck he's stretching me!"

"Yeah? Do we need to buy a bigger strap-on? Need to replace your favorite?" Mina taps Somi's face with the now obsolete strap-on, and Somi sucks it obediently, muffling her moan as you start fucking her.

"Mm— Mmmff pwah!" Somi gets drool all over the strap-on as you shove her strong enough to pop the strap-on out of her mouth. "Sorry! We'll need a new one I think."

"So needy, always wanting the new and best toys." Mina strokes Somi's cheek before kissing her. "Does he feel good?"

"He does, it feels so good!"

"Looks like I'll need to take some lessons from you too next time," Mina teases, and the prospect of showing Mina how to fuck Somi next time rushes you towards your peak.

"Fuck unnie, he's moving in me!"

"Yeah, gonna cum," you admit, your cock throbbing and jerking as you try to hold off your orgasm.

"Go ahead, cum for us." Mina's words are directed to both of you, as she pinches Somi's clit, triggering an immediate response from the blonde. You grunt at the sudden tightness, and you blow your load immediately into Somi's milking pussy. Mina kisses her whiny lover, gently squeezing her tits to extend her orgasm as you fill Somi.

"Shit, sorry!" you gasp and pull out, but Mina's fingers are already on top of it, damming Somi up, stopping your cum from leaking out of her.

"Oh don't worry, she's good," Mina replies nonchalantly, continuing to finger Somi, letting her buck and ride her fingers until Somi's thoroughly sated. "I'm good too, by the way." Mina kisses the tired Somi before removing her own bathrobe. She gets on all fours, mimicking the position she took earlier.

"I'm umm, gonna need a moment."

"Right, not a strap-on, sorry." But in a flash Sejeong's in front of you, cleaning your cock with her mouth, stroking you firmly to a good level of hardness. "Damn unnie, you know your man."

"Of course. You mind if I—" Sejeong gestures to Somi.

"No, go ahead."

"Cool, go get her." Sejeong smacks your ass before melting your brain, burying her face between Somi's legs and licking the cum out of her. Mina can't help but laugh at your expression.

"You may be teaching us how to fuck, but Sejeong unnie taught us how to eat." Mina wiggles her ass in front of you, her chest pressed against the bed like you demonstrated earlier. "Now, shall we get started?" You line yourself up, and Mina's reaction is much the same as Somi's, hissing and letting out a long moan as you stretch her. "Mmm fuck, Somi's so right." You adjust yourself, finding the right angle.

"Right— Ah!" You don't need Mina to tell you what's good, as she clenches around you immediately when you find what she likes. You start thrusting down at her, and Mina quickly becomes a puddle of pleasure beneath you, coating you with copious amounts of slick in the process.

"Nngh, so big— so good— cum..." Mina cums in unison with Somi, your girlfriend doing a lovely job of cleaning up Mina's girlfriend. You gesture to Sejeong, and she scoots over, allowing you to slip two fingers into her with a free hand. With no need to hold back you hump into Mina hurriedly, driving yourself to a sore final climax. Sejeong clenches around your fingers, but no moan is heard as Somi wraps her thighs around Sejeong, pushing her head between her legs. Mina quivers and covers your cock with another wave of slick, and you're exploding in Mina as you finger your girlfriend, who's devouring Mina's girlfriend, and everything becomes a mess of cum and slick.

Four sweaty bodies collapse on the bed, completely drained and exhausted. You manage to drag Sejeong to your own bathroom, giving both couples some privacy as you stumble into the shower.

"Fuck, that was crazy," you mutter as you shampoo Sejeong's hair.

"Yeah, I can't believe they wanted to give you a try."

"And you let them. Also, only guy you've ever had huh?" Sejeong blushes, slapping away your hand and rinsing off the shampoo herself.

"Shut up." She stays silent for a while before self-correcting quietly. "Only guy I ever want."

"Is that a proposal? I say yes."

"Tch, I'm not talking to you!"

Meanwhile on the other side of the suite...

"We definitely need a bigger strap-on."

"Yes, definitely." Somi cuddles against Mina. "You think Sejeong unnie will give us his size? Just so we have a reference."

"Maybe he's sent her a dick pic before, we can just ask her to send that over. We'll figure that out later, shower?"

"Yes unnie."

The two couples fall asleep on the clean side of their beds. You wake up the next morning though to Sejeong beneath the sheets, sucking your cock but also wrapping your shaft with something.

"Good morning, uhh, what are you doing?" Sejeong holds up a finger, telling you to wait a moment. She disappointingly gets off your cock and takes what looks like a string with her to the study desk. You cuddle her as she slides into bed again, tapping on her phone busily.

"Good morning?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah oppa good morning."

"What was that all about?"

"Oh, they wanted your size, so I was just measuring it."

"Would be nice to tell me, and are you just going to leave me hanging after all that?"

"I was going to finish the job, then you asked so many questions." Sejeong kisses you, and you kiss her back. "Happy Valentine's Day."

She disappears under the sheets once more, and you moan and gasp. Happy Valentine's Day indeed.

Elsewhere...

"Yes, YaSe came through for us!" Mina and Somi titter at Sejeong's message. Happy Valentine's Day for everyone!

A/N: I've had this idea for more than a year I think by this point, finally just knuckled down and wrote it lol. The end gets a little rushed, but it was either that or take it out, and I wanted to keep the funny "we need to get a bigger strap-on" part in with a YaSe reference. Either way happy belated Valentine's Day (still in Feb at least lol) and thanks for reading!

#smut #kim sejeong #kang mina #jeon somi

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muneca-lemon-steppa · 1 year ago

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HCs of Alfie with a younger wife? Like in her mid 20s 💕

Hello my darling!!! I’m sorry this took forever! But I am back!!! Please enjoy this little nugget. Also y’all HCs are so fun!!!! Maybe I should do more.

He wasn’t planning on marrying a younger woman. Let’s be honest he wasn’t planning on getting married PERIOD.

But then you blustered in…

You came in. Full of wisdom so far beyond your age. Full of confidence that came from the knowledge that you were the best you you could be. Full of light that he thought would flee from a man like him.

He immediately was drawn to you. Your soothing voice that brought down his rage, which so quickly could come full force against him when he got too brash and foolish, reminding him that there’s no need to destroy what was not yet broken.

Despite the incurable draw to you, he said he would stay away. Be respectful. Be a respectful old man.

You would have none of it. Because truthfully he wasn’t that old. He was just snippy and preferred his habits. He hadn’t been a young man ever since the war. Regardless what his birth certificate said.

In truth it didn’t take too much to get him to relent. He’s just a man in front of a beautifully infuriating woman. And after a screaming match ending with you laughing at his reddening ears and hoarse voice, he let himself finally say it, “Right then. Now only my woman gets to screech at me like you do. So I’ll see you tomorrow night? Take you to the pictures and maybe dinner?”

And soon enough he asked for your hand, rumors and shaking heads be damned. He needed you more than air, and for some reason you loved him just as much.

Alfie expected his life would change once you were moved into his home. Was only natural. But he didn’t expect to change THIS much.

Or that he would like it. That he would feel like a chasm he didn’t realize he had was finally sealed up and healed with the first morning he woke up to you next to him.

Younger yes. Unorganized you were not. And very quickly upon your arrival did you see the bachelor pad state and work your magic to rectify. To turn this dragon’s cave into an actual home. Curtains and windows finally opened to let in fresh air. Ledgers and letters were filed away. The garden in the back finally being tended to to indicate actual humans lived and loved on the premises.

Remember that Alfie has been a bachelor the majority of his life. Any pretty women which came into his life were quickly shoo’d away. So to say he was puzzled by your… womanly… tools?? Weapons??… was putting it lightly.

“My dove now what the fuck are these? They look like tiny dinner rolls.”

“They’re rollers Alfie! For my hair! Gives it the wave.”

“Right right hair wave rollers yes of course. Now what about these… powders and things?”

“My rouge and lipstick darling.”

He didn’t get it at all.

Though Alfie is partial to opera and the absolute classics, he adores the new music you bring home. His family in Boston adore you immensely and have taken to mailing you the newest records in America.

If you’re extra sweet, you can usually coax him to dance with you, spinning yourself around him in a tizzy. By the end of your evenings he’s drunk without even a single sip of rum.

He’s never been so happy. So care free. But there is this nagging feeling in his stomach. One that won’t go away. That maybe you’re not truly happy. That you’re secretly wishing to be back out with the young people. To go out dancing in pretty dresses instead of in the living room in your dressing gown. To be fawned over in illustrious restaurants instead of cooking dinner together most nights. Had he robbed you of your youth simply because he’s selfish?

He never tells you this. No being a man means keeping your feelings inside and not letting your woman see you less than perfectly confident. (His words not mine)

But you read him so easily. It’s easy when you love someone so completely. Especially if your lover gets the deepest scowl on his face when he’s troubled, staring deep into space.

When you finally coax him out of him, he merely grumbled like a shifting mountain, trying to brush it off.

But oh how he wished he told you sooner. You assure him that you never really enjoyed the clubs and high society outings. You much preferred to stay home with your friends and other loved ones. What could possibly be out there that could even come close to what you have in the house.

When you do manage to get out of the house, either to the cinema, walking Cyril, venturing out for dinner, or because you insisted that walking is good for him, he is fully aware of the stares.

Some are… disapproving. As much as they can be towards the King of Camden. But the ones he is most irritated by are the love sick stares of the young men who trail after you. Clearly covetous and stupid enough to be blind to the beast that walks close beside you.

He is shocked you don’t notice. When he brings it up to you, you merely laugh, “Why would I be noticing men staring? The only man I’m concerned with is you.”

That comment makes him smirk wickedly, grasping firmly to your waist as you laughed brightly, swatting his chest playfully when he growls in your ear.

For all your ferocity and fiery eyes, Alfie still dotes on you and frets over you. Little presents are common. He insists on you bundling at the slightest drop of temperature or precipitation. And begrudgingly “permits” you to attend to errands on your own (you and everyone else knows he would never forbid you unless it was truly dangerous. But he loves to rile you up and tease).

You’ll never want for anything being his bride. Nothing is off limits for you. Even if he does make a show of pulling out bank notes, groaning about how his bank account suffers. Even when he’s the one that insists on buying you new things.

He may be the older one, but you are some how so much more wiser and practical. Anchoring him to the present when the nightmares come. Secretly convening with his doctors to heal the deep aches and malaise. He insists you’re magic.

To some it’s unconventional. Your love doesn’t make sense. But to those who truly know, you’re a match made in heaven.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x y/n #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #alfie solomons thoughts #Alfie Solomon’s hcs

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lucid-loves · 5 months ago

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First Light ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 8

Pairing: bodyguard!Ghost x princess!reader (fem!reader)

Word Count: 3.6k

CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, physical abuse by parents, opposites attract, forbidden love, slow burn, fluff, attraction and sexual tension, reader POV and ghost POV, minors DNI

Let me know if I missed any CWs.

Story Synopsis: After receiving death threats from a mysterious terrorist organization, your royal parents make a decision to reach out to the United States for help. Specifically, they want the US to send a bodyguard to protect their precious princess. When the 141 is called upon to investigate, Ghost is the one assigned to protect you. With your lack of experiences outside of your royal life and his experience with nothing but deadly, worldly affairs, opposites attract.

Chapter Synopsis: You’re in the hands of the enemy, but you have been a smart princess. Knowing that help was coming for you soon, you stayed smart and extend compassion. With your responsibility and persuasion, it buys Ghost some time to try to save you.

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9

“Target secured. Whenever you’re ready, boss.” A lackey spoke into a phone as his partner tightened the ropes on your wrists even further. The side of your face was turning a painful shade of black and blue, an ache becoming more noticeable as your numbness faded.

You grimaced as the rope burned against your skin. You haven't put up much of a physical fight since they first hit you. You knew that you could never overpower them when it came to strength. In moments like these, you had to rely on your smarts. This included waiting for the proper times to speak.

Your mind flashes images of Ghost every now and then. The blood. The limp body. You killed him and you knew it. You didn’t deny it. It was your fault that this happened and you were going to take full responsibility for it.

Grieving will wait.

“How is she?” The lackey grunted, eyeing you over as you sat up straight and proper.

“Well behaved. Not a peep.” His partner responded quite happily. They were satisfied with your compliance for now. They hoped that you would remain that way.

“Very good. Our little birdie has learned when to shut up. Soon, she will learn when to sing.” They joked, slinging an arm around each other’s shoulders and leaving the room.

Alone and in the dark, you tried to take a look around as best as you could. When your eyes adjusted more, you could make out small details about the room you were in. Cold, worn bricks lined the walls. The floorboards were old and creaky with each step. There was a smell of smoky, stale gunpowder hanging loosely in the air.

Somehow, it all felt very familiar. Like you’ve seen these sets of bricks before long ago. There was something ancient about them. Historical. Though, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Besides the familiarity anomaly you felt, there was nothing remarkable about the dark room. You could have been anywhere unless a revelation came to you.

There was a shadow crossing over the light at the bottom of the locked door. Heavy footsteps that commanded authority. Purpose. When your door opened, you squinted from the sudden intrusion of light.

A young gentleman stepped forward. Someone you didn’t know. Despite his young age, his soldiers followed his orders, bringing him a chair to sit across from you. He took a slow seat, groaning as we rested his bones. “Hard labor is what ages a person. Not time. You are lucky to have your youth, Princess.”

You kept your mouth shut and your gaze straight. It didn’t feel like the right time to speak yet. And if it was, then you could rectify your mistake.

The boss waved over a soldier who then gave him a cigarette. The other lit it for him. The foul tobacco stench already made you want to cough your lungs out. He took a long pull, held it, and then blew it out calmly to the side. He acted as if he was in a cigar bar with how he leaned back and crossed his legs over. “We have been looking for you, Princess. You were a tough bird to catch. Those shadows of yours didn’t make it easy either.”

He took another pull and clicked his tongue. “Let’s see what our bird knows. You must know something if you suddenly have Special Forces at your side. So, what do you think of us?”

You waited a few seconds before speaking, carefully choosing your words as if this were a game of chess. “You are a resistance aiming to take control of the country. The easiest way to do that is to take me as a bargaining chip against the king and queen.”

“So you do know what’s going on. Good. Anything else?”

“. . . The murals around the capital aren’t just resistance tags. They are works of art meant to inspire. What are you offering the people that we aren’t?” You tested the waters, demonstrating your artistic and analytical prowess as a studious descendent of royalty. If they think they could out-intelligence you on that front, they would be mistaken.

A brow was raised from your question, a slight curve of his lips turning up. “Smart little birdie. Color me impressed. And here I thought you would be a spoiled brat given the amount of parties that seem to be thrown in your name.”

“You must know that Stuoca is one of the few countries in the world that serves under a monarch. It’s about time we join the modern democracy era, but we will do it right. Distribute the wealth amongst the poor, allow accessible healthcare to all, require real checks and balances, that fair nature.” He elaborated, finishing off his cigarette before snuffing it out under his boot.

You let out an involuntary giggle, hardly believing what this man thinks he could do on his own. “You’re a modern Robin Hood.”

“But this is our French Revolution. It’s not hard to convince people about our cause when they are down on their luck. Tell me, Princess, what have you done to help these people? You seem to understand our needs, but have done nothing for us.”

At that, the light left your eyes and you lowered your head. “I. . . I have done nothing and have remained ignorant to the true hardships of the streets. You are not wrong about my inactions. . . I am sorry, but I am not entitled to forgiveness.”

There was a heavy silence in the room. The boss couldn’t believe that you admitted it. He expected an argument. A defense. For you to beg at the very least for your life despite what you said. But you didn’t. You didn’t shift blame, cry, or argue. He continued to wait for it, yet it never came.

As much terror as he caused for you and your family and wanted to continue said terrors, he knew that this wasn’t exactly right. This wasn’t at all what he imagined the princess to be. “Do you expect me to spare your life because of a simple apology?”

“No, I don’t.” You expressed with resolution. The cards you were dealt with when you were born were a good hand. You never had to worry about where your next meal came from. You never had to worry about having no clothes on your back. Everything was done for you, even if it wasn’t what you wanted.

“The freedom of choice was never mine, but it was better than having no choice of scraps. There are no excuses.” You picked your head up to stare right into the boss’s eyes.

The boss chuckled and shook his head before motioning for his men to untie you. Your honesty and accountability has gained his trust for now. It was safe to let you be less restricted. You sighed at the relieving pressure on your wrists. Rubbing them gently, you alleviated some of the rope burn.

“You are more genuine than I thought you would be, Princess. That, or you just know how to sing well. What melody shall you play for me next?”

“Any visuals of the Princess yet?” Ghost asked through his earpiece once again, the fifth time within a ten minute span. Soap was tempted to cut him off to stop the nagging, but he knew he did it because he was worried. Everyone was. The moment you were called in missing, everyone kicked it into high gear to find you.

Discovery of multiple armories scattered throughout the capital belonging to the group already put them on high alert for a terrorist uprising. Now that they had you, it wasn’t a question of if they would pull the trigger but when.

“We are scouring every corner of the country for her, Lieutenant. We will find her.” Prince reassured, hoping that this one would finally stick to that thick skull of Ghost’s. His constant pestering was starting to get on even his nerves.

“Entering the palace now.” Ghost responded curtly, gun in hand and tactical vest secured. The palace guards backed off as he stormed his way through the halls, his steps thunderous echoes in the marble corridors. The door to the old war room was slammed open, causing the king and queen to jump from their seats.

“Lieutenant! Please tell me you have found our daughter. . .” The king sadly begged, shaking like a leaf as Ghost walked closer. Meanwhile, the queen looked oddly indifferent, though Ghost chalked it up to traumatic dissociation.

“Negative. We are doing everything we can to get her back. We. . . I won’t stop until she’s safe and sound.” Ghost promised, something he didn’t normally do for any civilian that he ends up meeting. It was dangerous to make promises like that to people since he couldn’t guarantee results.

With this one, he will.

“Any contact yet?” Ghost pressed, hoping that their alternative plan could proceed since no one has been able to spot you anywhere. If the organization got their hands on you, it was only a matter of time until they would call to bargain you. He was jumping for the chance to trace that call that would lead him right to you.

The queen shook her head. “We haven’t heard anything since she has been gone.”

Ghost hummed in thought to himself. It was a little strange that no one had called yet. They could be waiting until the heat dies down since Special Forces were all over the streets. Or, they could be held up for a different reason.

Something caused Ghost to itch. Something that nagged at him during his drive to the nearest hangar in the countryside. There was still a question of how the group found your location despite being well hidden. The two of you didn’t have contact with the outside world save for the hidden emergency phone. No one should have known that you moved locations, let alone to the deep country.

Unless someone leaked that information, of course. Ghost had a hunch that this person was also dictating the calls to the palace as well.

“I want every single phone in this room, pronto. If there’s a call, we will hear it here.” Ghost suddenly ordered the staff. Without hesitation, they all scattered to collect the phones strewn across the palace.

“But Lieutenant, there are already guards manning each phone in each room! Don’t you think this would be a waste of time?” The queen spoke up, gesturing to the chaos that was now staff scrambling to follow Ghost’s orders.

Ghost took a large step forward to tower over your mother, his eyes menacing behind his skull balaclava that was still stained with his blood, albeit dried. Her eyes widened and she shrunk into herself. Good. Ghost wanted to scare her. “Don’t want you to miss a call. That’s all.”

It only took a few minutes with the staff working together on the task. The large table that was once used to strategize war was now covered in all the phones available in the palace. Ghost even ordered everyone to turn in their cell phones. While they waited, he contacted his team to see if there were any updates. “Any luck, Captain?”

“Not much. Our suspects are good at keeping their mouths shut. We will keep trying to gather more information on our end, but we may just have to be patient.” Captain Price sighed, feeling frustrated with a lack of progress as well. In the back of everyone’s mind, there was a terrifying thought that involved you being so severely hurt, traumatized, or even dead. Ghost didn’t want to think about it, but it was hard not to the longer he waited.

“Copy that.” Ghost simply responded, pushing down his fear as best he could. He directed new orders for palace staff. No one was to leave the war room. Unless it was an emergency, then everyone was under his watch. No one argued with his command, much of the staff not wanting to get on his bad side, but also because they missed their beloved princess too.

After an hour, a phone finally rang. Ghost’s hands gut reaction was to pick it up, however, that may compromise their plans. Instead, he directed the king to pick it up while everyone remained quiet. With shaking hands, your father answered the call and put your kidnappers on speaker. “Y-Yes?”

“Dad?” You answered, surprised that he didn’t formally introduce himself over the phone like he usually did whenever someone called the palace. You knew that your parents would probably be manning the phone given your disappearance, yet somehow you still expected the common manners they have always been adamant about maintaining.

You don’t think you’ve ever heard so much fear in your father’s voice before either.

“Y/n! Please tell me you’re alright. . .” Your father began weeping, the sound of your voice alone filling him with so much relief. Ghost also felt himself let go of a heavy breath.

“I’m alright for the most part. We have some important business to discuss first and foremost. I have been speaking with this organization and I have come to the realization that they aren’t bad people. I want you to give them a pardon for their deeds.” You tried to explain calmly and sternly.

Everyone in the room looked at each other in disbelief. You wanted to give them a pass for what they have done?! Was this Stockholm Syndrome?! Ghost almost didn’t think this was real life, he was that shocked. The king scrambled to give a proper response. “I-I don’t understand. They’ve hurt you, yes? They want to overthrow our country! How could you want to protect them?!”

You couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice. “They want real democracy, better healthcare, and universal basic income. These are people that struggle in making ends meet while we sit in a palace that is gaudy and useless at its best. How is that fair?”

This time, your mother chimed in, an edge to her voice that was as sharp as a knife. “If they really want those things, maybe they should have worked harder and followed the law!”

“That’s rich coming from someone that married into royalty.” You spat back, for the first time standing up for yourself with your whole chest.

She gasped as if you just slapped her across the cheek. Ghost finally took it upon himself to speak into the phone. “Princess. . .”

Your breath stopped and your eyes widened. Before you knew it, tears began to well up in your eyes. You began to choke up as you heard the voice that you thought you would never hear again. “Simon. . . Is that you?”

“It’s me, Princess. You ain’t getting rid of me that easily. Do you really think these people aren’t dangerous?” He gently questioned, not wanting to betray your trust. If anything, if you could prove your confidence to him, he will have your back.

You gave a genuine, tearful laugh, still reeling from the fact that your bodyguard was alive. It didn’t stop you from giving a resolute answer. “History is doomed to repeat itself if we don’t learn from our mistakes. A country’s greatness depends on its people. I can not blame these people for fighting for a better life. I want to help them.”

Your words sunk in, resonating with nearly everyone within the room. Maids that have been taking care of you since you were a baby were beginning to cry, proud of the woman you have grown to be. Guards lowered their heads in respect, remembering the reasons why they took jobs at the palace in the first place; to support their own people.

“. . . If that is what you want to do, then I am with you. It is your parents that you may still need to convince.” Ghost supported, already prepping contact with his team to arrange a negotiation in his head.

There was a moment of silence from your parents as they thought over your plans. Finally, your father gave a short chuckle, pride in each breath. “I would be a fool to not let my child unite a nation like the Princess she was born to be. Consider them all pardoned and welcomed to the palace for negotiations.”

On your end, you had the world’s brightest smile on your face. The boss and his soldiers behind you couldn’t help but crack their own as well. They never imagined that things would end up like this. Yet, this new opportunity was more than welcomed. It was much better than bloodshed.

As Ghost radioed his team, the group led you out of the dismal room only to find yourself in a place you have long forgotten. You weren’t far at all from the palace. In fact, you were in the underground of it, lost to time among old barrels of gunpowder and damp air. You had once wandered into this part of the castle long ago. To your knowledge, there was an extensive passageway to the sewer system here. It must have been how the group managed to stay so well hidden and infiltrate the party.

You didn’t need the boss to lead you out. You knew exactly where to go. When you opened the door leading upstairs to the kitchen, you took a deep, refreshing breath. Your heart felt lighter than it had in years. Knowing that Ghost was okay made it even more so.

As staff was let out of the war room, the doors opened wide to give Ghost a clear view into all of the major hallways. As soon as he saw you, his heart leapt from him. Seeing the bruise on your face that you pardoned, it lit an angry fire in his belly. Yet, the feeling of overwhelming love and pride smothered it as you seemed more alive than ever.

Once your eyes met his, you broke out into a sprint, wanting to be in his strong arms as quickly as possible. Your heartbeat matched your pace. Decorum be damned. He met you part of the way, his feet bringing him forward in long strides until you crashed into his chest. Wrapping your arms around him tight and feeling that he was doing the same, you began to cry. “I thought I lost you. . .”

“I thought I had lost you too. . . Never again, Princess.” He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet, comforting scent that he had grown to love.

For a moment, it was just the two of you in the entire world. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from him, afraid that if you did, then he would have been a real ghost to you. The world kept spinning, though. Slowly, you released each other, allowing Simon to witness your rivers of tears in all their glory. He carefully wiped them away with his thumbs, wishing that he was able to kiss them away for you instead.

“My princess. . .” He exhaled, watching you lean your cheek into his palm.

Staring into his ocean eyes, feeling his caress on your cheek and around your waist, it seemed as good a time as any to tell him how you really felt. “Simon, I-”

A deafening bang ripped through the moment. A gunshot cut off your confession. It seemed to all happen in slow motion. Your eyes widening. Blood blossoming stains against your blouse. A sharp pain in your back that rapidly increased in horrific fire. Your legs giving out. Ghost catching you before you could hit the floor.

Behind your bleeding body stood the culprit, annoyance clear as day on their face. “I was planning on letting them kill you. You did always make things more difficult than they need to be, dear.”

With a quick draw at the speed of sound, Ghost pulled out his own pistol and fired a killing shot into your mother. He didn’t care if he was the queen. He didn’t care that it was your mother. To him, she was evil to be eradicated. And it was as soon as the light left her eyes, but at what cost?

The both of you couldn’t even hear the screams around from staff as you were forcibly pulled into each other’s worlds, now the scariest moment of your lives. “Princess! Y/n! Stay with me! Please, focus on me!”

The pressure he put on your wound made you wince and whimper. Your vision began to blur black. Still, you put in the effort to try to comfort him. “Y. . . You aren’t getting rid of me. . . that easily. . .”

You didn’t hear his response as you lost the fight for consciousness.

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hellisharchive · 1 year ago

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﹒﹒﹒first sight

➤ It was love at first sight. Literally. As soon as you popped in at the pearly gates, you immediately fell for the guardian of it as he asked for your name. After a week of being in Heaven, you visit him again and ask him out on a date and he says yes.

➤ 18+, fluff

➤ Saint Peter x gn!reader

➤ Masterlist | ao3 link

You were somewhere, now you were here. Where was "here" exactly? Well, from what you gather, you had ended up in Heaven. You weren't sad or anything, in fact, you couldn't even remember how you died, you were just confused. Walking down the pathway closer to the gates, it was quiet until a man with blond, swirly hair, wide smile and wings popped up from the podium that was on the side.

"Hiya! Can I get your name please?" You nervously spoke your name and he opened up his huge book- assumedly full of names. It searched for a few seconds before finding it and exclaiming it with glee.

"Welcome to Heaven! Here, we are full of the best of the best and the brightest of the brightest!" His smile was so wide, he was so excited to see another soul in Heaven, you couldn't help but think he was so adorable, you didn't even know his name. Time to rectify that.

"Thank you! Uh, would I be able to get your name?" You asked, which caused the angel to go wide-eyed. He then flew up from the stand with eagerness as he planted himself right in front of you.

"Nobody's ever asked my name before! Well- not anyone of recent...ah. It's Saint Peter! So nice to meet you!" He seemed to excited that someone else was showing interest in him, maybe he's at this gate too long besides himself? It made you feel bad a bit, he seems like a really guy and frankly quite adorable.

"It's nice to meet you too! Are you out here all alone?"

"Oh! Well we usually have shifts! I'm just out here more often than others since I love welcoming people!" He was just a ball of sunshine, you couldn't help but form a crush in him already and you haven't even gotten past the gates yet!

"Well, I hope to see you around Peter! Can't stay at these gates forever...ha" You felt leaving him, but you still had to actually enter Heaven. Making a mental note to visit him when you had time, you watched as his smile turned into frown, the sight made you feel bad.

"Ah yeah. That's right! Well, welcome to Heaven! An angel will be with you shortly to help you get settled in!" With a wave of his hand, you watched as those huge gates opened up into a very beautiful city with angels in all forms enjoying life and flying around.

"Bye!" You smiled and waved as you made your way in and he flew back up to the podium. He smiled and waved back as you stepped foot into your new life and the gates closed behind you. You already started to miss him.

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A week had gone by and you settled in fine. You had made a lot of new friends and loved your new life. But you couldn't help but miss Saint Peter, even if you only had talked for a few minutes. Sitting out on the promenade with one of your new friends, you were talking about the new ice cream flavor you had tried earlier when a familiar voice made itself known. You turned and saw Saint Peter flying and saying hello to people.

"Peter!" You called out, hoping to get his attention, and that you did as he immediately heard you and looked over. Smiling, he flew down right in front of you and he looked so happy to see you again. You were very happy to see him again too.

"Hiya! How's Heaven been so far?" He asked, unable to contain his joy as you told him how amazing it was and your friend even joined in. It felt so natural to slip into conversation with him, he loved to ramble about all the good things here and told you many places to visit and other angels that would be good friends with you. You had been debating on asking him on a date for a while, and this was the perfect time.

"Would you want to uh...go on a date? You could show me some places yourself!" You chuckled nervously as you watched his eyes go wide and his smile grow larger. he squealed and grabbed both of your hands, lifting them up in glee.

"Oh my gosh! A date! Nobody has ever asked me that! Of course! Oh! I could take you to the Waterfall of God. Or the replica of Eden. Or the Cloud shopping mall. Or-" You stopped him a laugh and gently squeezed his hands.

"Hey, I know wherever you want to go, I'll love it. Plus, we don't have to do just one date, after all"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #saint peter x reader #saint peter #adam x reader #vox x reader #lucifer x reader #saint peter masterlist

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Prompt from AO3: I have a request if you don't mind, I wanted to see if Silco ever gets the vibe that he knows Jayce would be a good mate to Viktor by seeing how protective and attentive he is to Viktor's needs and shields him from unwanted criticisms from Piltites snobs and Vander looks at Silco like, "Shit, he reminds me of me." And Silco just likes to make life harder for Jayce just cuz you gotta look out for the best for your eldest, lmao.

A/N:

Didn’t include Vander in this and I had it that Viktor wasn’t there because I think it makes it even stronger for Jayce to still be completely willing to go in to bat for Viktor without knowing either Viktor or Silco are watching.

Tags: omegaverse, discrimination

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The sound of something being slammed on a table echoes through the room, followed by total silence as those in attendance at the Piltover gathering are apparently all stunned by it.

Ridiculous, as far as Silco’s concerned. If he were in the Last Drop it would hardly have even been heard over the revelry of the patrons. Not even worth thinking about without anything else to indicate they might have a fight to breakup before it ends with broken furniture.

In Piltover its worth cutting through the crowd to see which of the so-called ruiling elite has gotten drunk on fizzy wine and made a fool of themselves. It’s not useful in that there is nothing to be gained from the information, but it is a good memory to have when they are trying to block his proposals for them to do something to rectify the harm they are doing to Zaun.

It is not Hoskal like Silco had half expected but Talis that is the source of the noise.

And Viktor’s partner does not look at all that inebriated. The hand resting on the hors d'eurves table next to him seemingly not the result of him trying to catch himself after a drunken stumble that is normally the cause in Piltover for such noises but instead what Silco would expect to find back home – a sign of anger and a show of aggression.

“Say it again,” Jayce says to the man standing in front of him. An investor who clearly thought highly of himself despite coming from one of the lower-Piltover houses going by how he had stuck up his nose to Silco when Piltover’s ridiculous social rules had demanded they must be introduced.

Viktor’s pet Piltite wasn’t too prone to fits of ego. It would be interesting to know what the investor had said that had the boy actually acting like the alpha he apparently was.

“You’re not seriously going to make a big deal over it?” the investor asks with an awkward laugh because he also must be feeling painfully aware that he is smaller than Talis, who, almost uniquely among Piltites, possesses the body of someone who has had to actually work to make a living.

“Say it again,” Jayce repeats. His hand on the table clenching.

Silco spots Councilor Medarda hurrying over from where she had been, coming to intervene before Talis’ behavior tarnishes her reputation by association. Councellor Kiramman also making her way through the watching crowd, waving the Enforcer guards that apparently must be at all Piltite social events over as she does.

The investor gives another little laugh, looking Talis up and down as if he is an idiot. He glances around at the crowd as he stands tall again. Full of cocky Piltite arrogance.

“I don’t know what that Undercity runt gives you but it cannot be worth letting him use your work to prop up whatever criminal dealings he’s involved in.”

Viktor.

The ungrateful spoilt piece of shit that had clearly never known a single hardship in his life had insulted Silco’s son.

“You take that back,” Talis snarls, his hand clenched on the table now in movement.

“Jayce!” Councilor Medarda manages to intercept before it can connect and rightfully knock the Piltite trash to the ground. Her hand gripping hold of Talis’ arm keeping it by his side. And the brief rage that had seemed to fill Talis returns to the usual Piltite authority.

“Oh good,” Talis says when Councilor Kiramman and the Enforcers reach them as well. “You can escort him out.”

“Now hang on-” the piece of shit of an investor says, looking confused that he might face consequences for his actions.

Talis breaks from Councilor Medarda’s grip and faces off the undeserving shit of a man, giving Silco some hope he will still hit him for his insults against Viktor. Actually use the alpha strength he had been given for something other than peacocking for Silco’s child.

“My partner,” Talis starts with a weight on the word that gives no question who he is talking about or the importance of their relationship, “is the reason Hextech exists. And Hextech is the reason we are here tonight. You do not deserve to be here if you would talk about him like that.”

“I-”

Go on, say something that’ll push it. Let’s see if Talis has the balls to actually punch.

“No. Get out,” Talis cuts off, looking at the Enforcers expectantly like they actually give a shit about someone discriminating against a Zaunite. “And you can forget about any deal. Or your family ever being involved with Hextech in the future.”

The message is clear and yet the piece of shit still goes to open his mouth to argue.

“You should leave,” Councilor Medarda tells him with a pointed nod to the Enforcers.

Silco is sure they don’t actually think he’s done anything wrong. But an instruction from a councilor has them ushering him out without any of the force Silco has personally experience from them.

“Well then,” Councilor Kiramman says with a forced, polite smile to those gathered watching the show. “Now that has been dealt with shall we return to what we were doing?”

The sound of Piltite social gathering starts up again forced as it is and Talis seems to deflate. Glancing around as the two Councilors mutter at him. Silco can’t hear what they’re saying from his distance but he is sure it is chastisement for Talis defending his partner.

Silco raises his brow when Talis’ gaze finds his and it has the boy breaking from his two handlers to practically shuffle over. Head hung low like his is a chastised pup and not Piltover’s Golden Boy, who can demand a person removed despite the others in attendance not thinking they did anything wrong.

“I know Viktor can handle himself and doesn’t need protecting,” Talis says, his head low in submission and voice quiet. “And I know it’s nothing new. But I-”

“You don’t need to apologize to me boy,” Silco tells him before Talis ruins the respect he earned from his display.

“I- yes, of course. I know,” Talis mutters. Not that Silco thinks he does at all.

#Arcane #Zaun Family #Arcane omegaverse #omegaverse #Jayvik #Jayce Talis #Silco Arcane #Viktor Arcane #I accidently a ficlet #Prompt Fic #Prompt Fill

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emcoprecima · 3 months ago

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"I can't believe they call you passionless," Cartier laughs. "You're completely unhinged."

Sayid regrets confiding in the other vampire, but there were very few whose advice he would trust over Cartier's. Even if he was going to be an ass about it.

The pair sit, nursing whiskey in the artificial arboretum. The basement of the manor held a coniferous forest so dense it obscured the walls altogether. The amount of electricity, water, and dendrological magic needed was frankly absurd. But creature comforts were sacred to vampires of a certain age. Cartier wanted a sunlit forest, so he would have one.

Sayid inherited the sun-protectant gene by design, but Cartier had been turned too early to have benefited from the induction of selective breeding. Almost all new vampires, born or turned, were safe from burning.

He hadn't even had a chance to tell Jane that she wouldn't have to miss the sun, too busy assuaging the rest of her woes.

At this rate, it would take a thousand years to get her acclimated to her new body. Not that they didn't have the time, but still...

"The verbiage is 'unlawful confinement,' my friend." Cartier takes an indulgent sip, gazing at him with blatant glee. "You've truly fucked this up, haven't you?"

Sayid suppresses a growl. "I intend to rectify the situation. Once Jane has become accustomed to her new life, we can start over. She'll understand what she is to me, and what I can do for her so long as she's under my protection."

"I assume you've tried gifts?"

Sayid nods. It was a pleasure to provide for his mate, even if she tore everything he presented her to shreds.

"And attention?"

Of course. He'd been with her as much as he could since her turning, getting her accustomed to his presence.

"And petting?"

Cartier snickers as Sayid turns away sharply. Just last night he was overcome with the need to kiss her. She'd been so lovely, the scent of her so enticing, he couldn't help himself. She put him across the room for the attempt -- but not before stabbing him in the eye. It would be at least another two days before the mangled socket would heal completely.

"And you've told her she's beautiful and made calf eyes at her?"

"...calf eyes?"

"Good god, man." Cartier waves a hand at him, grimacing. "Don't tell me you've been looking at her like that."

Sayid almost raises a hand to face to see what exactly was so offensive about it.

"Like what," he demands cooly. "What does it matter how I look at her? She won't even meet my eyes 90% of the time."

"Maybe because you have the constant countenance of someone waiting for the loo."

Sayid does brush a hand over his cheek at that. It reveals nothing, all he feels is the same face he's worn for hundreds of years.

The dig at his looks rankles. Unlike most of his kind, he was never particularly vain, though he knew objectively he was handsome. His past lovers often fawned over him for his square jaw and thick hair, his prime musculature. He'd hoped he might have the same effect on Jane, that it might soften her to him, however so slightly.

"You hopeless sot." Cartier shakes his head. "Tell me, how many men have you killed for her since she came into your possession?"

At the memory of other vampires coming after his mate, he grows restless with violent energy.

He'd started a war for her.

"Several," he grates.

"And how long have you waited for her?"

Centuries. Since the day he first learned the word mate. "A while."

"Would you die for her?"

"Irrelevant. I will keep her out of harms way."

"And if she seeks it out?"

She already had.

Incensed, he stopped her, wrestled her into the mud, body pressing deeply into hers. She fought him still, writhing and hissing, eyes full of wrath. But he was stronger than her. It was easy to hold her down, keep her safe, keep her.

Sayid's eyes grow dark, his body supernaturally still. The arboretum seems to grow quiet, breathless in the presence of an apex predator. "I won't allow it."

Cartier hums. "That's more hungry wolf than calf, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers." He downs the rest of his drink. "A word of advice? Human expression is only skin deep. You may be keenly attuned to your mate's inner workings, but she'll only know as much as what shows on your face."

Sayid looks off into the tree line, mulling that over. Was it not enough to protect her? Provide for, and spoil her? He thought he'd made his feelings quite clear, but maybe those feelings were buried deeper than skin.

Lucy's voice pricks the back of his mind, unbidden. I don't think I've seen you smile once in a hundred years.

He had much to consider. Jane is no longer human, but her understanding of courtship still is. Perhaps he would need to adjust his strategy.

But before that -- "How did you tell Cyrille she was your mate?"

Cartier's jaw drops. It may have been the first time Sayid has ever caught the other man by surprise. "You haven't told her?"

#Sayid & Jane #tw yandere #Cartier is from another couple's story if you've been following along #he's ancient. and like genuinely insane #but Sayid isn't really one for pleasantries or politeness #he's quite ruthless and he's garnered ruthless friends <3 #poor jane...... there's no getting away from him

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the-great-knight-gay · 4 months ago

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Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man Review: Episodes 1 and 2

I've just watched the first two episodes of YFNSM and I have one thing to say...

I was fucking right. It's not a bad show.

In fact, its pretty decent especially so far.

Full review under the cut: *SPOILER ALERT*

Characters:

One of the MOST important factors this show needed to get right was the characters and BOY DID THEY.

Let's start with the supporting cast.

Harry Osborn is the character with the least screen time so far (his only appearances being the 'Good Deed' clip in Amazing Fantasy and a shot of him on television in The Parker Luck) so there isn't much to say about him yet.

Next is Pearl Pangan, a character who hasn't shown up much outside of being Peter Parker's older crush who seems like a genuinely nice person. She also seems to be a less academically inclined version of Liz Allen-Toomes from Spider-Man: Homecoming (by which I mean that Liz was the captain of the Academic Decathlon and Pearl hasn't really had any scenes that show she has that level of intelligence). The similarities between the two characters are high so it might lead to people asking, 'Why not just reuse Liz?'.

The answer is, why not? Reusing Liz would have been fun but she doesn't add much to the story (at least yet) and the usage of Pearl has quite a few positives. One, it raises awareness about some lesser known Marvel characters (Pearl is a minor super hero and an Agent of Atlas called Wave) and it allows for different stories to be potentially told in the future. This is the same reason they used Nico Minoru rather than a character like MJ or Gwen, both of which he met in College btw not High School - pretty much all Spider-Man media since the first Ultimate Spider-Man comics have decided his ENTIRE supporting cast should be in high school with him. Personally the easiest way to rectify that imo is to just make an adaptation where he's in college or got a job already (adapt the JMS run marvel I dare you) but one can hope.

The characters in the Oscorp Internship where also a fun nod to characters in comics (looking at you Amadeus Cho aka Totally Awesome Hulk/Iron Spider depending on the adaptation) and Carla Conners was a fun addition (also I better not see anyone hating on her for being a genderswapped and raceswapped version of Curt Conners - there is no part of Dr Conners character that is negatively affected by these changes - its still the same character)

May seems to be very similar by the MCU version (which makes sense) so nothing much to say there yet.

Norman is a character we haven't seen yet in MCU media outside of Willem Dafoe reprising his role from the Raimi movies and I am LOVING it. Colman Domingo is FANTASTIC in the voice role, bringing just the right amount of menace and authority to his voice. All I need now is for him to be able to play crazy and we can get a potentially amazing Green Goblin when the time comes (also his design is just *chefs kiss*)

Next is the character that might actually interest me the most.

Lonnie Lincoln.

Anyone who has seen The Spectacular Spider-Man (or read my screenplay on ao3 - sorry for the promo but I don't get many chances to advertise it) will know who he is. Tombstone, a vicious gangster and mob boss and in this show, he's... an American football player.

And I love it.

Saying that he's been just put into the 'nice jock' category, while accurate, does not think to scratch the potential of this character. There is a scene where he's walking home and it's revealed he lives in a rough neighbourhood. In that same scene, we see that he is helping his family out in quite a few ways (for example the part where he offers to help his little brother with homework) but the part that stuck with me was with his mother when he said that he'd talked to someone about fixing their car and how to get a cheaper price for it.

Money problems.

What I'm thinking they're doing is they aren't showing Tombstone as a mob boss. No. They're showing his descent from upstanding citizen and star American football player to gang violence. We already see that they've planted the seeds and we know they're going for the long haul with this show (It's been greenlit all the way up to season 3 already) so I'm incredibly excited to see Lonnie's arc play out, especially if we're going to get Tombstone by the end of it.

"Cold as Ice. Hard as marble. What else would you call a Tombstone?"

Next, we have the main character himself. Peter Parker. The Amazing Spider-Man.

This might be their best achievement yet in the show. They have Peter's dorky attitude and nerdy demeanour down to a T and it's so fun to watch. He's also a genuinely good person, just how Peter should be. A scene that stands out is the scene where he's caught a shoplifter who's broken down and crying in his eyes and he looks at them and he doesn't see a criminal. No. He sees someone who was down on their luck and asks the shop owner to give them a second chance if they give back the money they stole. It's beautiful and it's so very... Spider-Man. This is the exact kind of thing Spider-Man should be. A friendly guy who's just in the neighbourhood. It's a scene that's very reminiscent of Tom Taylor's Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man in all the best ways. (also the shop that was stolen from is called Pizza Time and that's already the best thing ever)

Animation:

Okay so some people have been saying the animation of this show isn't very good which I can say is not an unfounded concern. The effort the show has taken to emulate the original Ditko comics have had a slightly detrimental effect to some of the series.

There aren't as many background extras used in an attempt to mimic the original comics and lots of the shots don't use typically cinematic shading, opting instead to use brighter and slightly less rendered shots to emulate the older style. In some ways, this is actually really cool if you can appreciate the attempt to mimic the 60s style but it can be quite off putting for some people which I can respect.

There are also some issues with the 3d models. The characters mouths don't always move directly in sync and sometimes, for when they do use background extras, they are just 2d images in the back which can be quite unsettling when standing in the same shot as 3d models (there is one scene at a party where Nico is on the phone with Peter and in the background there's a completely unmoving 2d person who's eyes just seem to follow Nico and its quite unsettling).

HOWEVER, there are some incredibly beautiful shots too. Some shots are a direct mimic of older MCU shots from Peter's first introduction in CA:CW like the opening shot and final scene of the first episode which stand out as incredibly well done.

The best part of the animation is easily the web swinging which is so well done and one of my favourite parts of this version of Spider-Man so far. His movement is rough and unrefined as it should be for a Year One: Spider-Man but it is very reminiscent of the Insomniac Games style swinging (which in my personal opinion has the best web swinging in Spider-Man media since The Amazing Spider-Man 2) and it is INCREDIBLY fun to watch when it occurs. They actually focus some time on the web swinging too unlike some other adaptations which see him shoot a web and then THWIP out of the camera frame so we get to really see the extent of this web swinging.

Story:

This is the one where I probably have the least to say, mainly because we're only 1/5 of the way into the season so far and we haven't actually gotten much of the story revealed yet. However, it definitely has a LOT of potential.

Episode 1 establishes that the Spider that bit Peter came from a portal (alongside this universes version of Doctor Strange who is fighting a demon looking creature which is credited as Symbiotic Alien - Klyntar easter egg?????) which might be slightly different to some people but to me this gives me a heavy JMS vibes.

JMS wrote for Spider-Man from 2001 to 2007 and created what became the foundation of the Spider-Verse by introducing the Spider-Totems to the Marvel mythology. He said that the powers that Peter received did not come from the radiation, but the spider itself. The radiation is just what killed the spider. It was never even stated that Peter was the intended recipient of the powers and was hinted that maybe he was just in the right place at the right time when the spider died, which really hammers home the idea that anyone can be behind the mask.

The spider coming from a portal which also brings a symbiotic alien that looks hauntingly similar to Shathra (also a character introduced by JMS that returned to the Spider-Verse in Dan Slott's End of Spider-Verse story line) hints that maybe YFNSM is taking a similar approach to JMS , which is always a good thing. I mean that man wrote Back In Black. (OMD and Sins Past were editorial and should not be credited to JMS despite it being his run people)

Now in terms of the rest of the story, we haven't gotten many hints yet but there is a scene where Spider-Man fights Butane and sees a symbol on his gauntlet that looks hauntingly similar to the number 8. You know what has 8 limbs?

An octopus. Specifically, Doctor Octopus.

We already know Doc Ock is in this show. My theory is that Butane's gauntlets were made by him but my main piece of evidence that tells me that he's the final villain?

The final episode of the season is called 'If This Be My Destiny...'

ITBMD is one of the most famous Spider-Man comics of all time and the panel where Spider-Man lifts the heavy machinery of his body has become legendary. It was used in multiple adaptations of Spider-Man, including Spectacular and Homecoming. Doctor Octopus is also the main villain of that storyline.

Norman Osborn seems to be a character that they're setting up as a main villain for the complete show but not the main season just yet, similar to how the insomniac games treat him. They seem to be putting Doc Ock as the first big villain and then following up with Norman later down the line, maybe around Season 3.

All in all, this show is shaping up to be an incredible adaptation. What are your thoughts?

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Blessed Be: Chapter 6 - Final

Pairing: Detective!Bob Floyd x Reader

WitchAU

Summary: Fate has a funny way of rectifying itself.

Warnings: Potentially triggering chapter, mentions of suicide and murder, smut, fluff, angst, heartbreak, witchcraft.

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Smutty Chapter

18+ Only Beyond This Point

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You and Bob married on a Sunday not even 4 months later.

You held the ceremony in the back garden of the big white house on the cliff, under the same tree Bob had climbed to get to you.

The afternoon sun began to slowly dip over the horizon, and the garden took on a peaceful orange glow, aided by the hundreds of white candles scattered around.

As your guests sat, looking out at the ocean through the handmade white rose and daisy arch, Bob walked down the isle.

He came to stand under the arch and beamed at the guests who had all come out of their way to witness this special occasion. Even his parents had flown in from Wyoming, albeit confused by the speed of the relationship, but happy for their son.

A breeze kissed Bobs exposed chest, his button down white dress shirt an informal grooms attire, but then again nothing about this wedding was normal.

Bobs heart began to race as the orchestral music began, and he turned to watch you walk down the isle, your mom by your side.

You smiled at him and let out a giggle, you couldn’t believe the day had come.

Your white lace dress flowed beautifully in the breeze, the golden sun illuminating you, and you stole the very breath from Bobs lungs, as you had done so many times in the past 4 months.

He couldn’t wait to marry you, and he had proposed not even a month after you met. There was no hesitation in his question or in your answer.

As you reached the arch, you hugged your mom and then took Bobs hands.

“Hi.” You breathed, he looked so good. His long hair tucked neatly behind his ears, peaking out in curls just below them, white shirt unbuttoned just enough to see the curve of his pecs.

“Hey baby.” He breathed back, voice low and husky, his crooked grin now a permanent feature on his face.

Aunt Frances officiated the wedding, and a few minutes later Bob was wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you like it was the first time. Your guests cheered and clapped and you partied until the early hours of the morning. Your husband never leaving your side.

As you danced under the full moon, Bob kissed your jaw and whispered, “I can’t wait to sneak off with you later, Mrs Floyd.” And it sent shivers up your spine.

“Say that again.” You whispered back.

“Which part? Sneak off?” He chuckled.

You shook your head.

“Oh… Mrs Floyd?” He asked, surprised. You hummed in his ear.

“Oh that gets you going does it?” He mumbled, his hands pushing your lower back so you were firmly pressed against him.

“Yeah, well… it feels like it gets you going too.” You commented on the hard length that protruded against your stomach.

“No that’s just you, you always get me going. Can’t control myself around you.” He kissed under your ear as he spoke, slowly spinning you as you danced in the centre of the slowly dispersing crowd.

“You seem to do a pretty good job most of the time.” You joked, your fingers twirling in the curly hair at the back of his neck.

“Only because I have to. You have no idea how desperately I wanted to tear that little blue dress off of you last week at the market.” He growled. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud.

“Come with me.” You instructed suddenly, hooking a finger into the waistband of his pants and pulling him inside.

Crap, it was still too crowded, people scattered around the interior talking and laughing and drinking. Bobs parents waved at you. You politely smiled and waved back, flushing a bright shade of red.

“Ok maybe not here. Meet me at the beach in 10 minutes. Make sure no one sees you.” You whispered, kissing him gently before you ran off.

Bobs head was spinning and his heart thudded against his chest, he wasn’t sure he could wait 10 minutes.

Making small talk with the guests, and checking his watch every thirty seconds, finally the 10 minutes had passed, and he slipped outside. Luckily everyone had since gone indoors so he was able to quietly sneak to the edge of the garden.

Slipping off his shoes and leaving them next to yours, he climbed the boulders down to the beach below, which was nicely secluded by bushes and hanging trees overhead, utter privacy.

As soon as his feet hit the cool sand, he looked around the little beach for his wife.

He found you standing knee deep in the serene moonlit water. Bob slowly walked up to you, wading through the shallow water. Silently he slid his arms around your waist and flattened his palms against your stomach as he placed delicate kisses along the side of your neck.

“Mmmm that tickles. I can’t believe I have a husband now.” You chuckled in pleasure.

“I can’t believe I have a wife either.” He chuckled back against your skin. He pressed himself against your back and you could feel him growing hard again. You wiggled your bum so it ground gently against him, and Bob groaned.

He slid a hand slowly up your stomach, gently caressing your boob along the way, and slipped the strap of your dress over your shoulder. He did the same with the other side as he kissed your now exposed shoulder blade, and your dress fell into the water below.

Slowly you turned around to face Bob and began to unbutton his shirt. You peeled the shirt off of his shoulders and he discarded it into the water with your dress.

You caressed his bare chest, kissing his collar bone and shoulders. Bob unclasped your bra, and slid his hands down to your bum and gave it a squeeze before he hooked his thumbs in your underwear and pulled them down.

You now stood naked in front of Bob in the bright moonlight, and he let out a sigh of admiration at how beautiful, ethereal even, you looked.

“I love you so much.” He whispered.

“I love you right back Mr Floyd.” You said, as you unbuttoned his pants and gave them a tug. His underwear came down with them and you jumped into his arms, your cold wet legs wrapped around his back and caused Bob to gasp.

You chuckled and bit your lip as you looked down at him. Without needing to ask, Bob took your lips in his and slowly lowered you with one arm around your waist while the other steadied his hard cock, until he was sliding into you, inch by inch. You both gasped at the feeling, your walls so tight against him. Once you were fully seated, Bob held onto you for a moment to get used to the feeling, the familiar but all too delicious stretch of him inside you.

You gently bit and tugged at Bobs bottom lip to give him the go ahead, and he slowly moved deeper into the water, until you were both waist deep before he began to thrust into you. You panted at the sensation and the cold water that gently lapped at your skin, and began to buck your hips in time with Bobs thrusts.

You didn’t need pillow talk or dirty words to get you going, looking at Bobs face was enough. Pupils blown, alternating between his mouth hanging open and biting his lip as his eyebrows knit together.

You spent the next hour on the beach alone together, enjoying your first moment alone as husband and wife, before eventually climbing back up to the house in soaking wet clothes, much to the confusion and amusement of your guests.

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“I gotta go babe, got a call from the sheriff, we’ve got a situation out on the north cliffs. Promise I’ll be back for dinner.” Bob said, running his hands lovingly through your hair and kissing you tenderly.

“Okay, I love you, be safe.” You said with a grin, pecking him once more before he disappeared out the door.

“I love you more!” He called over his shoulder, and climbed into his car.

You smiled to yourself as you unpacked box after box in your new home, reminiscing on all of the perfect moments of married life you had in the last few months. The first thing Bob had done when you moved in was put his wishing candle on the mantle, a meaningful centrepiece in your new home.

You loved that he took pride in his new life with a witch, even with his upbringing being mostly Christian, it didn’t bother him and if anything he was actively trying to learn everything he could about your traditions.

He loved you and nothing would change that.

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Bob pulled up to the cliffside on the north end of the island, cop cars scattered along the hill.

“What’s going on?” He asked, climbing out of his car and walking up to the edge to speak with one of the officers.

“Little girl was walking along the beach and came across a corpse. Looked like an accident or suicide at first, but we found bruises that indicate there was a struggle before he died.”

“Jesus…” Bob mumbled, peaking his head over the cliffside. “Alright, get forensics out, I think it’s gonna be a long night.” He said, already forgetting his promise to be home for dinner.

Hours passed as Bob scanned the area above the beach in the hopes of finding any sort of indication of what had happened. He managed to find two sets of foot prints around the cliff edge, one of which led back into the thick brush that trailed down the hill.

The sun was quickly disappearing over the horizon and most of the team had already left, leaving Bob on his own by the brush, a few policy officers manning the cordoned off area to ensure no passers by accidentally scuppered what very little evidence they had.

Bob had left his phone in his car in the rush and didn’t realise you had tried to call him. Dinner time had long passed.

Bob crouched down in the dark and tried to follow the footprints with the flashlight doing little to cut through the dense undergrowth.

He cursed as the footprints stopped, unsure of which direction to follow on the hopes of finding more.

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It was getting dark and dinner was nearly ready, but Bob wasn’t home.

You picked up your phone and tried to call him, but it just rang and rang and eventually went to voice mail.

“Hey baby, just wanted to check if you’ll still be home for dinner? I know you’ve probably forgotten your phone again, but give me a call when you get this.” You sighed out a small laugh at how forgetful Bob could be when he delved into his work. You loved him for it.

You went back to stirring the pasta sauce you’d made from scratch using fresh herbs and vegetables from your newly planted garden. You couldn’t wait for him to taste it.

You hummed away as you cooked, listening out in the distance for the sound of car wheels crunching against dirt, but were only met with silence.

Shortly enough dinner was ready, but Bob was still not home. You sighed and picked up your phone again, dialling Bob. It rang and rang and went to voicemail again.

You hung up and plated up Bobs food, opting to put it in the microwave for when he got home, and took your own plate outside to eat in the fresh, dark air.

You snapped your fingers and the candles flickered on, as you sat in your chair and ate your food, enjoying the peaceful silence that came with the evening.

You sighed and wished Bob was there with you, but you know he must have had a good excuse, he would never miss dinner on purpose. Bob was thoughtful like that, and work must have been crazy.

As you finished eating, you thought you heard a noise you hadn’t heard before. You strained your ears and heard it again.

A chirping.

It wasn’t coming from outside, so you followed the noise into the house, straining your ears to find where it was coming from.

There it was again, a shrill, high pitched chirping noise, not unlike a cricket but also not exactly alike.

You put your plate down in the kitchen and followed the noise into the lounge, flicking the light on as you did.

Your heart sank suddenly, and you wanted to empty your stomach at what you saw crawling on your new couch.

The beetle.

You dove at the couch in an attempt to grab the beetle, but it crawled inbetween the cushions.

“No! No you can’t!” You screamed, pulling the sofa apart. “I will not let you!”

The beetle chirped away but you couldn’t find it, your brand new couch torn apart. You sobbed as you threw the lounge into chaos, tipping over furniture in a desperate frenzy.

It was no good, and the chirping only grew louder. You ran to the kitchen and grabbed your phone, your fingers clumsily fumbling on the screen as you called Bob.

It rang and rang for a painfully long time, and went to voice mail again.

“Bob!” You sobbed, “Bob you need to call me, please! Please!” You begged through your hysterical tears.

You ran back into the lounge with your phone, and kept calling Bob in the hopes he would finally answer as you desperately continued to tear apart at the furniture.

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Bob stood back on his feet and dusted off his knees as he tried to figure out where these footprints went.

He decided to retrace the steps from the cliffside, so walked back to the edge and took a closer look with his torch light at the foot prints on the ground, careful not to step in them.

He suddenly wished he had his glasses on rather than his contacts, as they were never quite strong enough, and he squinted at the ground to inspect the patterns of the soles, trying to differentiate between the victims footprints and the others.

He didn’t hear the rustling of the bushes behind him over the crashing waves below, and the soft crunch of the dirt below someones shoes, getting ever closer to Bob in the dark.

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You had destroyed every inch of that room in your desperate search for the beetle, its chirping growing ever louder, taunting you into a wild rage as you clawed at the floorboards.

Suddenly the noise stopped, and the house was filled with a silence so palpable it made you want to be sick, and inside you, the feeling of Bob vanished. You no longer felt the warmth he filled you with every second of the day, and your body went cold as a sob wracked through you, sending you to your knees as you fought for breath.

Bob was gone.

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Bob stood to his feet again, this time catching the noise of gravel underfoot, and swivelled around to see who it was.

He flicked his flashlight in the direction of the noise, and Bob was met with dark brown eyes, before an abnormally strong pair of hands collided with his chest and sent him reeling over the edge of the cliff.

He tried to grab at his assailant, but it was too late.

As Bob fell, the only thing he could think of was you. His Bree, and the horrifying realisation he wouldn’t get to hold you again. As his heart sank, he closed his eyes and prepared for the inevitable death that awaited him.

“I love you Bree.” He whispered right before he collided with the ground below.

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You screamed and screamed on the lounge floor, surrounded by the debris of what was only moments ago a happy new home for you and Bob. You couldn’t catch your breath as screams turned to sobs and back to screams again.

You wailed as you forced yourself to your feet.

There had to be something you could do, this couldn’t be the end, it had only just started for you and Bob. It wasn’t fair for him to be snatched from you so quickly. It wasn’t his time.

Suddenly you remembered the candle. The wishing candle that sat proud on your mantelpiece.

In a moment of desperation, you snatched the candle and snapped your fingers to light it.

You drew in a deep breath and steadied yourself, staring into the flame.

“I wish I had never written that stupid love spell!” You sobbed.

And everything went white.

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You were restocking shelves and telling Carla about the boring weekend you’d had when you felt goosebumps run up and down your arms.

You rubbed your arms and thought it was strange, as the store wasn’t really that cold.

“You okay honey?” She asked, noticing your expression.

“Yeah, is it cold in here or am I just getting sick?” You asked, feeling your forehead with the back of your hand. She walked up and felt your forehead to double check.

“No you feel fine, maybe someone’s walked over your grave.” She laughed. You brushed it off and went back to stocking the shelves with balms and lotions.

“Anyway, yeah so I spent the whole weekend helping mom paint the house. Would have been fun, except for the fact that she chose the exact same colour. I couldn’t tell where the old paint ended and the new paint began.” You laughed.

“Yeah well when you get to our age, you don’t really like change as much.” Carla stated.

Your mom appeared from the back and tutted, “Excuse you, what do you mean women OUR age? You were friends with my mother!”

You laughed out loud, when suddenly the bells jingled as someone walked into the store. Your mom was behind the counter so you paid no mind to whoever walked in and continued with your menial task.

“Hi honey, need help finding anything?” Your mom asked the customer.

“No ma’am, I think I’ve found what I’m after.” A deep voice responded, sending chills up your spine.

You turned to face the handsome stranger who stood by the door, long caramel locks curling behind his ears and the most piercing blue eyes you had ever seen.

You swallowed hard as the stranger walked over to you.

“Hi, I know this is going to sound weird but… do I know you? I saw you through the window, and couldn’t shake the feeling we’ve met before. I’m… I’m Bob, Bob Floyd.” He stuck his hands in his back pockets awkwardly.

You smiled at him, “I don’t think we have, I’m (Y/N) but you can call me Bree, like-“

“Sabrina the Teenage Witch.” He nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I feel like I knew that already.”

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The end.

Sequel to this series can now be found here:

The Witching Hour: Chapter 1

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