#I get so excited that my stomach goes in knots

[aqua-dan]

Sometimes reading comics makes me want to throw up

[k1ngpin42]

“Dominant Abby’ “Needy Abby” How about Dom Abby who goes fucking insane for you? An Abby who needs to Dom you so bad that you have her whimpering on her knees below you.  

A/N: First fic where I don’t yap on with plot for 10 minutes first. Eat well my friends.

Warnings: Fingering (receiving) Oral, (receiving) (strap on) rough Abby, needy Abby, rough sex, brief mention of pain + breeding kinks, Minors DNI

Your eyes flicker from the page you were reading to the doorframe at the entrance of the room. You see Abby and smile brightly, feeling more comforted already by her presence. 

“Hiya.” You say, putting the page down and returning to the ground from the bench you had been sitting on. Abby’s eyes darken, her eyes moving down your body real slow and not returning to meet your eyes. She doesn’t say anything and the silence is filled only by the click of the lock at the door.

“What are-“ You’re interrupted by Abby stalking up to you and kissing you deeply, moaning into it.  You pull away, shocked. 

“Need you baby…” The words come out muffled as she practically speaks into your neck, sucking it and making you let out an unexpected gasp. 

“Didn’t you tell Manny you’d meet him in- mmm” You moan into yet another, breath stealing kiss. Wide eyed, you watch as she gets on her knees in front of you.

“Need to eat you out….need to make you feel good please.” Face flushed, you nervously spread your legs and she smiles brightly. 

“Can I?” Abby questions. You nod. “Yes.” There was no other way to describe Abby’s actions other than her diving head first into your cunt, tongue going 100 kms an hour over your clit. You gasp, gripping her hair and instinctively bucking your hips into her mouth.

She tastes you so eagerly, holding your thighs and digging her nails in a little. It was both pleasant and a little amusing when she got like this. At first Abby was highly against being rough in any way. “Your skins so soft…you’re so much smaller than me I-“ she used to babble, but now that she’s learnt how an eager grab or a few too many merciless thrusts turned you on more than anything, she doesn’t hold back hardly as much as she used to.

“Cl-close Abby.” You moan out, still a little confused at how fast this situation came about. She moans into you, as if urging you to finish all over her. Your body didn’t need much convincing though, as you could feel your stomach tighten in knots, your legs clamping around her and thighs shaking as you cum hard. She eases up her licking but doesn’t move, allowing you to ride out your high (and her face) as much as you needed.

She eases away from you, putting you in a comfortable position on the bench. 

“That was…unexpected.” You say, still noticeably lightheaded. She tilts her head, eyes lingering across various parts of your body hungrily. 

“Take the rest off.” She commands, her voice low. You comply, beginning to remove your top. Abby shakes her head.

“Not like that. Slow.” She says, walking over to where she had carelessly chucked her bag and pulling out a familiar…accessory. You had wondered where she even had the time to get that, or whether she had brought the strap with her all the way to and from patrol just to save her the walk to her dorm and back. You didn’t want to ask her about it though. She wasn’t in a talking mood, if the simple worded sentences were any indication. 

You take off your bra and Abby tilts her head back, eyes shut tight as she tries to contain her excitement and arousal. 

“Fuck.” Is all Abby manages once she finally opens her eyes again. “Gorgeous.” 

You step towards her and her large hands are immediately all over you as she leverages your body effortlessly, holding you up against the wall by your thighs. You laugh at the action.

“Good thing you never skip arm day, huh Abigail?” You tease. She can’t help but smile back this time. 

“‘Arm day’ huh?” She mocks. You shrug. 

“I don’t know what it’s called…” You try to defend, but at this point she isn’t really listening as her fingers are moving through your folds.

“Mmm…y’feel wet enough to me my love…can I fuck you or y’need something else first?” She asks. You shake your head. 

“Just put it in me…please…” You sigh out, and the relief on her face is precious. You can tell…or more…feel how bad Abby wanted this. And so, in the gentlest way known to man, Abby softly guides the strap into you, shoving more and more when she sees how good you take it.

“M’ not gonna move yet…I’ll let you adjust to the feeling of my cock inside you before I….” She hesitates, knowing the rest of the sentence should be ‘fuck you till your screaming.’ “You know.” She decides to say instead. You nod, moving your hips around it slightly for comfort. You nod again, allowing her to continue. 

“Alright, you remember the safe word?”  You laugh at the question, but her face remains quite serious. 

“Yes Abby, I remember the safe word from the past 100 times we’ve had sex this week-“

“I’m being serious.”

“As am I.” You say, and she just sighs. “I’m gonna be rough.” She explains. You smile reassuringly at her. 

“Good.”

And with that, she starts slamming up into you, enjoying watching your body get pushed up the wall with each thrust. Still holding you quite well with one hand, Abby pins the other above your head, gripping it tightly. 

“Mine.” She says, and you almost don’t hear it. 

“Wh…at?” You question, your voice straining with all the movement. She sighs, embarrassed. 

“Abb…mmpph…” 

“Some. guy.” Abby starts to explain, still fucking you so perfectly.  “Talked about you in a way I won’t dignify with words. Wanted to fuck…mmph..” Abby’s still holding you tight. You smile at her. “M’ yours Abs…I’m all….fucking yours….ohfuck….”

Abby’s moving so hard and fast, pushing up into you in all the right fucking ways.

“You’re my fucking plaything. Can do anything I want to this pretty pussy whenever I want right?”

“Yes Abby.” You tell her, and she digs her nails into your thighs harder, making you moan. 

“I fucking love you. Love fucking you too.” Abby continues to say. The sounds of your bodies connecting is so loud, you’re worried other people nearby can hear, but Abby hasn’t cared before and certainly won’t begin to care now. 

“Gonna give you my kid…make sure you’re nice and fucking bred by the time I’m done with you.”And there it was. The breeding thing Abby liked to never fucking talk about. Always in denial she was into this kind of thing until she had you like this. Quite literally in a position where you were unable to ask questions. 

“Take it…fucking take- mmm…” Abby moans, her voice sounding more high pitched and desperate as she got closer. You weren’t far off either, a few more praises or degradations would have sent you off the edge, you were certain of that.

“Such a good. fucking. girl.” And with that, your eyes shut tightly as you claw into the skin of Abby’s back under her shirt. She leans down to kiss you and you’re moaning into each other for what feels like eons.

She finally lets you down, removing the soaked strap. 

“We’re um…probably gonna have to clean that.” Abby remarks, causing you both to laugh. 

“You don’t think anyone heard us do you?” You ask her, and she puts her large palms on either side of your face.

“My pretty girl….probably.” She confesses, and you hit her playfully. 

“You suck at comforting people you know that?”  She tilts her head, leaning into your ear.

“Oh you don’t really believe that, do you?”

[celeryb1tch]

innocent!reader x experienced!pervert!abby is rotting my brain tonight!!!

18+!! this is lesbian smut!

you sit at a table in the mess hall, abby’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and her friends all enjoying their dinner. casual conversation is thrown around the table, until manny’s new fling is brought up.

“-and i mean, SOAKED the sheets. i couldn’t believe my eyes,” he recounts proudly.

everyone is laughing along or rolling their eyes, but abby notices your hesitance. she leans down toward you with a concerned look. “something wrong?”

you shake your head lightly, looking up at her. “jus’ don’t get it,” you reply.

abby feels her stomach twist. she had known there wasn’t great sex ed on the WLF base, but she and her friends had grown up around doctors like her dad and she realizes she hadn’t know the full extent of just how ignorant you were. and admittedly, it made her excited.

“she squirted when she came,” she tries to explain gently. but you still look utterly confused, even as she goes on.

“…come? and she didn’t pee?” you seem so utterly lost. abby wonders if it makes her a bad person to expose you to these ideas, but you’re both already adults. still, that knot is twisting inside her deriving a sick pleasure from all of this. you had always looked up to abby, and she wondered how wrong it would be to corrupt that relationship with talk of sex- or even a demonstration?

that night, you’re laying in bed thinking about what abby said earlier. with all the training and violence you’d grown up around, you hardly had time to pay attention to the ache between your legs, or how it would usually occur when abby was around. but as you recount that conversation in your mind, it appears once more. you think of her arm wrapping around you, pressing you into her hard front. how she was still warm and sweaty from the gym, and how her flyaways stuck to the sides of her forehead because of that. something inside of you is saying you should be embarrassed, and you don’t know exactly why- but a louder, much louder, part is telling you to confide in your best friend. she would never judge you, right?

you shuffle down a few hallways in your fluffy socks until you reach one of the bigger accommodations: abby’s room. and with a bit of hesitance in your knock, you step back as the door opens immediately.

abby is clearly groggy, and must have also been getting ready for bed. she’s wearing nothing but boxer shorts and the usual black sports bra she has on during patrols and workouts. her hair is tied in her signature braid, with more wispy pieces that have come out throughout the day. “hey, you. everything okay?”

you nod and push past abby inside as was usual. she joins you on her bed, your bare thighs touching as you both sit. her eyes are on you and you can feel it again- that heat. you pull away slightly, squeezing your legs together as it’s the only thing you know eases the feeling.

abby pretends not to notice, just like she does any other time you blatantly stare at her muscles or blush when she touches your waist. she doesn’t want to scare you off, especially when she thinks she can tell what you’re going to ask about.

“you remember earlier at dinner?” you say, biting your lip slightly as unease turns in your tummy. and abby just nods, still looking right at you. “how manny said he made a girl, uh…”

“squirt?” abby offers. she says it so nonchalantly, like it’s nothing. like she’s never in a million years thought about fucking you until you do. like she wasn’t hoping this would happen every second after dinner.

“yeah, well, i realized there’s probably a lot of sex stuff i don’t know, and since you… y’know…”

poor baby, she thinks. how will she ever work up the courage. and abby thinks of all the times she’s teased you about all the women she’s fucked. called you jealous that you had to split quality time with her one night stands. seen you pout about her missing games night because someone asked her on a date in front of you. surely you were going to ask for her expertise- for her to help you out, to show you?

“since your dad was a doctor.”

oh. that was it? you wanted a little anatomy lesson. then what was all the embarrassment for? were you that ashamed of asking for a little bit of guidance?

abby gives you a soft smile and an assurance that she can help. and your body floods with relief. this is normal. you can tell her what you’re feeling and she won’t act weird. she can help you.

you stand up and strip off your pyjama bottoms and big shirt you had likely stolen from abby so long ago you don’t remember whose it was in the first place. and she just watches, small smile still on her face as she looks you over.

“okay, so right here? boobs, obviously.” she points to your chest, and you roll your eyes.

“i know that, stupid. show me the more advanced stuff.”

“you’ll have to take your underwear off then.” so you do.

abby instinctively reaches for it, stroking her fingers between your puffy, wet lips. her eyes are shining with admiration and her cheeks are hot.

you pull away slightly at the bolt of pleasure that spikes through you at her touch. “is it… supposed to look like this? i think there’s something wrong.”

she shakes her head fervently, eyes never leaving your pussy. “you’re just wet, that’s all. did something turn you on?” and at your confusion at the term- “get you excited? when girls see something attractive, they get wet.”

oh no. you can feel dread flooding your senses as you try to scramble for an explanation. that it just happens sometimes. that’s normal, right?

after a pause, and a look at your face, abby knows exactly what happened. “oh. you got wet from me, huh?”

you want to run away and disappear. you swallow a sob, but strangely, you feel that pulsing sensation again. all of this attention from abby isn’t working in your favour.

but she isn’t grimacing in disgust, or even asking you to leave. in fact, abby has a shit-eating grin on her face as she watches you cower in front of her.

“you’re not… mad?” you ask sheepishly.

abby reaches out to you, pulling you onto her lap. “no, baby, of course not. it’s cute.”

relief washes over you, but before you can really relax you feel abby’s hand once again on your folds.

“so wet for me, baby. how long has this been happening?”

a finger skims against a particularly sensitive spot, and you choke on your words, succumbing to the blissful feeling. “s-so long, abs. like forever.”

“poor girl. so pent up, so needy. and too embarrassed to tell me.”

“yeah…” you whine. you’re clinging to abby like a lifeline, overwhelmed by the building tension. it’s unlike anything you’ve experienced before. so intense, so all-consuming.

abby’s fingers are expertly caressing your pussy, steadily adding more pressure so as not to overstimulate you. “this is the clit,” she murmurs, and you feel that electric spark again as she glides over one specific spot at the top.

“it’s too much,” you cry out, wriggling under her grasp.

“that means you’re cumming soon,” she explains with a chuckle. “feels so good, trust me. just ride it out.”

and you trust abby with every ounce of your being, so you try to relax your muscles as much as possible while you feel that climbing feeling come to a boil. and she was so right. you’re huffing tiny sobs into her chest as you come down, her strokes easing as you’re finally able to catch your breath again.

abby cradles you into her, clean hand running through your hair. you can feel the puddle between your thighs dripping down her own and onto the sheets, and you’re so exhausted.

“that was so hot, baby. did such a good job for me.”

“abs, that was… wow.”

she’s smiling down at you, admiring your sweat- wicked face. “bet you wish you’d asked me sooner, huh?”

[911lonestar911imagines]

Drunken night - Eddie Diaz x Reader Smut

Summary: After a drunken night it leads to multiple one night stands with Edmundo Diaz, after he goes on a date you both realize what really matters

warnings: PURE FILTH THIS IS DIRRRRRRTY SMUT

The first time you and Eddie Diaz ended up in bed together was truly a drunken mistake, you were Evan's twin and at first if Eddie was sober, he would've never even looked in your direction, but after that one night, you became like his drug, he'd purposely come over to your and your brothers apartment to 'help' with things, which would always in end with you two having sex somewhere in your apartment.

Tonight you were sure your guys' fun was ending, Eddie was on a date his Tia had set up for him, and you were lucky enough to be a babysitter for Chris. Unknown to you, Eddie wasn't planning on dating anybody except for y/n Buckley, and his plan to have you as a sitter? an excuse to have you over. As you laid on the couch staring at the ceiling, Chris being asleep for at least the last two hours, since Eddie left. As you felt yourself start to zone out, you jumped up, ready to swing the bat that was tucked under your crush's couch for safety. "You're gonna beat a man who's coming home?" Eddie gasped playfully, walking closer to the couch, frowning as you rolled your eyes plopping back down resuming your staring contest with the ceiling tiles.

"Hey, Amor..." He whispered teasingly leaning closer to you over the back of the couch "What's troubling you?" Eddie finally asked sitting down next to your legs. "How'd your date go?" You asked, not meaning to sound so cold towards him, but you cringed at the thought of another woman grabbing Eddie like you did. Eddie laughed softly resting a hand on your thigh slowly moving to hover over you, so you weren't able to avoid eye contact. Moving his arm to hold himself up from the arm rest, and using his other hand to hold your jaw straight to look at him. "You wanna know how it went, amor?" He whispered raising his eyebrows "We went to dinner, and the entire time I sat in that chair, I thought about how badly I wanted to get home to you" He whispered kissing down your neck making your entire body shudder in excitement "These last couple of weeks, mi amor" He continued, not stopping his trail of kisses towards the neckline of your shirt, which was actually his. "All I could think about was you. Wanting you here, I can see you everytime I got home, not sneaking around" He whispered before kissing you deeply, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach as he bit your bottom lip, sliding his tongue into your mouth as he let his free hand roam your body, taking in every inch.

Eddie took you by surprise as he easily lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you towards his bedroom, his lips never leaving yours "I love you" He whispered against your lips before dropping you onto his mattress, your legs still linked around his waist "I love you too" You whispered back, grabbing the sides of his jacket pulling him closer, taking your turn to kiss his jawline slowly "I've missed my Edmundo" You whispered tracing your hands up and down his chest as you left hickeys down his neck, smirking as you felt his manly demeanor falter, his knees buckling under him "Fuck, mi amor" He grunted grabbing the back of your neck, hovering over you again as he kissed you deeply, grinding against you. You bit down on his bottom lip trying to muffle your moan the best you could "E-Eddi-" You were cut off by him pulling away making intense eye contact with you, you felt nervous under his gaze, he looked almost dangerous.

"I've got you, mi princesa" He whispered softly, before pulling his shirt off of you, kissing down your chest, growling against your skin as you tightened your legs around him, grinding against the obvious bulge in his jeans. Grunting, Eddie undid his belt, tossing it to the side as he shoved his jeans down, stroking himself a few times, as he watched you squirm impatiently "te tengo princesa" He whispered as he pulled off your night pants, followed by your underwear. Eddie bit his lip hard, he couldn't help it, the way you looked so desperate laying on his bed, under him because you were his woman, and somehow you managed to make desperate look knee buckling hot.

You growled, growing impatient with him, you pulled him closer, squealing quietly as he pushed into you, you could feel yourself screeching around his size. "Lord help me" He panted as he leaned on his elbows, giving you the perfect opportunity to kiss his chest softly, leaving deep hickeys where you could. Eddie panted leaning his head down to look at you before starting to thrust his hips, you gasped digging your nails into his back, that just fueled him more, almost fucking you so hard the bedpost would occasionally hit the wall. "Fucking hell, Eddie, what's gotten into you?" You panted between moans, you guys had fucked, but he was never like this "You. All I fucking think about is you, anywhere I look. You've fucking ruined me" He panted as his thrusts never faulted, you were so worked up, you could barely hear him, moaning into his hand as he kept it there to keep you quiet. "I can't think of anything without remembering how you sounded cumming for me for the first time" He whispered in your ear, you whined loudly trying to pull him closer to you, wanting to feel him deeper, faster, harder.

"What, mi amor? Is this not enough?" He asked teasingly, resting his hands on your hips, turning you onto your hands and knees before fucking you again, this time at alot faster pace. "H-Harder, please Eddie" You begged tugging his hair, this triggered something in Eddie, his thrusts became a lot rougher, but never slowing in speed. You felt like you were going to explode, only being able to repeat Eddie's name like it was a prayer. You could feel Eddie's hip stutter for a moment, his knuckles tightening as his hold on the sheets and your wrists as you felt him cum, feeling the warmth flow inside of you. You moaned his name loudly as his thrusts returned back to his original speed, your legs quickly closed around his waist, you entire body shaking as an orgasm ripped through you. Eddie grunted, releasing your wrists as he kissed you deeply "That's it, baby, you can do it" He whispered against your lips, you whined loudly, overstimulated your legs tried to close to give yourself a break, but Eddie wasn't stopping, you two had an agreement, tap out (Saying stop, no more, etc) or knock out (Fuck till you can't take it anymore).

He lifted you back into his arms, letting you lean against his bedroom wall as he continued sliding in and out of you, watching as you threw your head back against the wall "Fuck, you look so fucking hot taking all of me like that, baby" He panted holding your throat gently, just tight enough to apply pressure "E-Eddie! I-I can't-" You stuttered pushing your hand between the both of you, your legs were shaking so bad from overstimulation, you didn't think you'd ever walk again, the knot in your stomach was almost painful, but Eddie's dick continued to brush against your cervix walls, you could feel his cum start to smear against your inner thighs. "Yes you can, you're my girl, you can take it, you know your words" Eddie grunted, bottoming out inside of you before rolling his hips, you dug your nails into his back again, your body shaking and spasming as your 3rd orgasm ripped through you almost painfully, but honestly? the pain just made you twice as wet.

You bit your lip, tears brimming your eyes from overstimulation as Eddie slowed his thrusts, but didn't quite stop "Fuck I'm almost there Mi amor, please baby" He begged, you could tell by his face he wanted to cum bad, so you slowly pulled him out of you, much to his disliking "Please, please baby, just need to cum, please baby" He begged, basically on his knees, taking to opportunity to lick a bold strip right across your clit, you almost fell to the floor as you moaned loudly "get up" you demanded, Eddie slowly stood to his feet as you slowly sat on your knees "you dont- Oh!" Eddie moaned out in shock as you immediately took his cock down your throat, his hand found it's way to the back of your head, guiding your head up and down as you swallowed around him. It wasn't long before you felt the warm substance starting to run down your throat. Looking up Eddie was laid flat on the bed, you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to catch his breath, as you slowly and shakily stood up, Eddie's hand was quick to gently tug you down onto the bed with him, pulling you close to his bare chest.

"You really love me?.." You asked after a moment, breaking the comforting sounds of Eddie's humming, his hand still running through your hair, trying to get any tangles out "I do, mi amor, more than anything in this world, other than my son, nobody can top him" Eddie whispered before chuckling "I really love you then too..and agreed, I love Christopher more too, he's a great kid" You smiled, resting your hand over the tattoo the wrapped around his forearm. "I'm really glad we got drunk that night.." He whispered pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, you leaned closer into his touch as he continued humming quietly, Eddie adored you, no matter how messy your hair, or rough you look, he could never find a flaw, you were perfect in his eyes in every possible way.

Now only thing left is to find a way to tell your brother and Eddie's best friend.

[gamblersdoll]

omg bby can you please do sanemi or guts with a cum countdown but they’re being really mean and prolonging it pls pls plssss ily 🩷

sanemi having a cum countdown

“gunna fuckin’ cum, shit.” he snarls, teeth barred and drool dribbling onto your stomach. “ten..”

you moan, his wrists resting but digging into your hips while he pounds away at your sacred muscle. “sanemi— baby please dont!” you moan , trying to wiggle your hips to bring his orgasm faster. but, to a failed attempt.

“nine..” he goes down, eyes scrunching up and focusing on that spot that could easily knot both of you. “eight..”

this was hell, him only counting down from ten to zero was torture. “seven..”

your mind starts to go numb, excitement starts to build and your pussy clenches down on his length. groans erupts from his throat, his thrusts getting sloppier from the sensation of your walls gripping him.

“six–hah..” his pupils dilate, primal instincts kicking in and tongue lolling out. he forgets his count, snapping back to reality and snickering. “ten..”

you open your own eyes, disappointed and needy. “wha- no!” you moan out, pounding on his chest from the disapproval. “please no— need it please!”

“needy little shit.” he laughs, then being cut off from a sigh of satisfaction. “nine..”

guts cum countdown

this time it was different, you being a little shit around him and teasing him got you nowhere other than underneath his larger body. you were completely at his mercy, his lips kissing the rim of your earlobes. “five..” he whispers, kissing your neck.

you scratch his back, red lines raising up from the abrasion and his skin being a bit brighter. you babbled incoherent words and he paid them no mind.

“four..” he whispers again, hips staying linear and standard. he was pissed, none the less. “do you deserve my seed, beautiful whore?” he asks, his bicep laying across your collarbone from previously having you in a arm lock.

you try to speak, but his hips snapped mean again and cut you off with a moan. “i do!—“

“i dont think so..” he disapproves, smiling only a little bit and kissing at the hidden part of your neck. “lets start from the beginning.. five..”

“please! im— sorry—!” you choke out, tears rolling over heated cheeks from the repercussions.

“take it.”

[sombrashe]

hii!

can you pretty please write something for Norm MacLean x reader?

ty, and i love your blog!

content fluff, just so much fluff and a little angst if you squint, childhood friends to lovers, reader is a breeder and its their wedding day, gn!reader, chubby!reader

note(s) hiiiiii :3 im so happy you like my blog!! i hope you enjoy this little but of fluff | i didnt know how to end it so it might seem a little abrupt

"Norm?"

Your voice bounces off the concrete walls and back into your ears. Your heels click with every step, your shoes are nice and shiny for the occasion. He wasn't home, at Chet's, or in the fusion room. A long shared hiding spot. You frown as you turn down yet another hallway. A sea of copy-pasted doors muddle together in your eyes as you huff. Maintaining your peppy smile you grip the bouquet tighter. When you noticed Lucy, but no Norm to accompany her you had to pause everything. A much disagreed decision which led to Overseer MacLain chastising you for your decision. It wasn't a good idea to make Vault 31 wait but you couldn't care less.

"Norman."

Your voice grows in pitch as you backtrack out of the hallway and into an identical one. One furthest from your wedding and who do you find sitting with his back to you? Cleaning the connection line of the vault floor.

"Oh! Norm, there you are."

He doesn't turn back and simply gives you a quick hand raise and a simple, "Busy. Be done soon."

You give a soft giggle and crouch down behind him.

"Norman MacLean. It's rude to ignore the person being married. Especially on their wedding day."

He finally turns at that. Almost as if he just realized who was talking to him. Your smile is unrelenting a stark contrast to the stony expression he gives you in return.

"Well, are you coming?"

You stand and extend your hand only to frown when he simply glances at your palm.

"What's wrong?"

You start to worry as he takes his time replying. You never felt this before, the feeling of your stomach becoming a giant knot. Like all your intestines became worms and got themselves tangled in each other. You did not like this feeling.

"You're making my stomach hurt, Norm. What's going on? You said you would be there when I met my partner."

"I got assigned cleaning duty."

You scoff and roll your eyes, a smile gracing your lips again as if you solved one of the riddles in the vault newspaper.

"It's my wedding day. I'm sure Hank would understand. You're my best friend after all, he would want you to be there with me."

Hands on your hips you can't help but notice as your cheeks start to sting with all this frowning and smiling.

"Best friend. Yeah, okay."

He repeated you again.

"Norman, what's going on? Are you sick?"

Bending over at the waist you place the cool back of your hand to his warm forehead and chew on your bottom lip. He feels fine. So why is he acting like this?

"I'm fine. It's nothing."

He swats your hand away. Using his hands he pushes himself to stand.

"Let's just go."

"No. Not until you tell me what's going on. Why you're acting like this. You've never repeated me twice. You only do that when you're upset. Three times and I would have to call security."

You try to give him a smile and laugh, but he just pushes past you. Hurrying you catch up to him as he goes to turn the corner out of the hallway. Reaching out you're able to grab ahold of his suit before he makes it.

"I don't want you to get married."

His words are rushed and he refuses to look at you. You give a small laugh hoping he was joking. You didn't go through all this... all this moving on just for him to confuse you.

"Norm, you said you were excited when I told you I was chosen."

"I lied."

I lied echoes throughout the corridor. Your grip tightens on his suit as you soak in his words.

"You told me-."

"I lied. About everything. It wasn't just practicing for me. None of it was practice. You need this, I know. Now you know so you can move on. What are you hoping they look like?"

He gives you a false smile and it looks out of place especially with you mimicking his stony expression from before. Dropping your hand you furrow your eyebrows and slam the palm of your hand into his chest.

"You... jerk! All this time I thought you wanted to be just friends. Thought you regretted everything. Fudge, Norm. Why didn't you tell me? I would have never gone to the council and convinced them to let me get married."

He gives you a genuine smile and you want to hit him again. Maybe yell at him some more until he's cupping your cheeks. His eyes are intense as they stare into yours.

"I know how important fulfilling your job is, I would never ruin that for you. I thought it would be easier if I didn't show up."

"That's stupid. You're more important to me than any job. I would be just as fulfilled and happy scrubbing floors."

His eyes search yours. His fingertips press into the soft flesh of your cheeks. You can tell he wants to lean in closer. Do as you always did ever since you were children. You don't give him the chance to back away. Not again. Leaning forward you rest your forehead against his, nose smushes against each other making it difficult to breathe. As if you could breathe clearly given the circumstances.

He takes the initiative this time and closes the minuscule gap between your lips. Years as the Overseers son gave him access to anything he ever wanted and you can tell he uses it to take care of himself.

"Strawberry?"

"They figured out how to make this stick that makes your lips soft and they gave me one to try."

You giggle and kiss his soft sweet lips again and again. Breaking away to smack your lips covered in the foreign flavor. After a good thirty minutes, you hear your name being called from a dot down the hallway.

"Lucy." You whisper as your heart starts to rise and you fear you might throw it up.

Taking your hand he squeezes it tightly before letting it fall beside the fabric of your wedding gear.

"I don't want to get married anymore, Norm. What do I do?"

"We explain to Lucy and see what she has to say. She's the older sister for a reason."

[binniebakery]

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Bf!Taehyun x Fem!Reader Est. Relationship

♡ Warnings: very suggestive! sir kink, little bit of degradation (reader gets called a whore, angel, etc), little bit of exhibitionism mentioned as well, lmk if i missed something! ♡ A/N: i honestly forgot ppl were asking for more coquette tubatu... so ask and u shall receive smile. i rewrote this so many times too because I've been going through a period where i hate everything i write sdfgddfss so please be kind (i also know nothing about cars.. be warned.)

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Smarty" by Lana Del Rey

0:09 ━●────────── 4:47 ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷

——-˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𐦍 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹——-

As stars began to bloom in the night sky, you meticulously glided your lipstick across those pretty plump lips of yours. Your room was filled with the scent of apple cinnamon along with a hint of slight smoke from the iron that you were using to form soft curls into your delicate hair.

Your pretty eyelashes fluttered shut as you hummed the tune of your favorite song, your heart soaring in excitement at the thought of your boyfriend coming over in his new car to take you out on a date.

With hair soft and neat, pretty heels in perfect combination with your lacey mini skirt and top, and your nails freshly done in pretty white and pink details, you sprinkle yourself in your favorite perfume. Fresh vanilla, something your boyfriend just couldn’t resist when you were in the vicinity.

A buzz from your phone interrupts your thoughts and you look over to see your boyfriend’s name displayed across your screen.

“Tyunnie!” You smile, your voice cheery as you practically jump in your chair from the excitement of knowing he was on the other line.

“Hi angel, I’m here. You ready?” Taehyun’s low voice mixed with the sound of his car engine as it rumbled in the background.

“Course I am! Coming out right now!” You chirp as you grab your purse, the sound of your expensive heels clicking against the floor while you skip out of your room.

“Good girl, see you right now then.” Taehyun ends the call with a click.

Taehyun is already standing outside of his brand-new car by the time you reach him. He watches you with a slight smirk, eyes following your every movement as you gracefully make your way to his car.

A black Porsche. A perfect match to your boyfriend’s polished and sleek appearance.

“Like my new car baby?” Taehyun tilts his head, his voice a saccharine tone.

“It’s pretty, looks expensive..” You stand in front of your boyfriend, letting him wrap his arms around your waist as he pulls you in.

“Yeah, you think so?… It’ll never be as pretty as my angel though” Taehyun mumbles into your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses from under your ear to your collarbone.

Your breath hitches as you feel his teeth nip pretty purple flowers onto your delicate skin.

“Mm, tyun wait– let’s wait till we get to the d– drive in..”

You attempt to lean away, but the way his strong hands firmly hold you against him has your stomach tied in knots. Taehyun takes in the scent of your sweet perfume and smiles.

“Smell so good I could take you right now baby”

You let out a whine and Taehyun takes it as his sign to pull away before he gets carried away. Your boyfriend grins at the way your face is flushed, lips formed into the cutest pout.

His pretty, pretty girl.

Taehyun opens the door to his car and you slide into your spot as passenger princess, taking in the black leather interior and fresh scent of a brand new car. Your cute little heels were a sweet contrast to the dark aesthetic you were sitting in.

“You ready to see how fast this goes, angel?” he tilts his head towards you as the engine of his car purrs.

Taking your doe eyes off of the mirror, you bat your lashes as you turn to him.

“I’ll go anywhere you take me, sir.”

.⋆｡°♡

Your boyfriend always spoiled you, stopping by the nearest convenience store to buy you that same cherry slush you always begged for. After all, the cherry-flavored make-out session that followed was addicting to him, licking your red-stained lips in the back of his car as his strong arms lifted you into his lap. Your laced skirt riding up giving him the best view of your thighs, he always found himself gripping onto them while he made a mess of your makeup.

Every Friday night he’d pick you up and take you wherever you wanted to go, his treat.

If you were being honest, you had no idea what movie was being shown tonight, it didn’t matter as you had other ideas, and of course– your cunning boyfriend always picked up on anything you had planned.

As Taehyun parked his car towards the back of the lot, your eyes scanned around the area searching for any possible unwanted viewers. Luckily for you, the nearest car was quite a distance away.

“You finally got your nails redone, was afraid the money I gave you went towards something else.” Taehyun chuckles, taking your dainty hand in his large one. He gently holds your fingertips as he admires the details.

“Of course, I got them done just for you. Do you like them?” You smile warmly.

“Did you now?” Taehyun reaches for the dainty necklace hanging around your neck and gently tugs you towards him. Your body leans towards him over the console, exposed thighs trembling from how soft yet rough he was being with you.

The movie hadn’t even started yet.

“A-- ah yeah.. just for you..” You blurb out, face now flushed from the sudden closeness between you and your boyfriend.

“Just for me..” He repeats, his voice low and sultry as his face holds an unreadable expression. Taehyun’s eyes are scanning your entire outfit now– and you don’t miss the way his dark eyes hold a deep hunger as they trail over your curves.

“C’mere angel.”

Taehyun scoots his chair backward and you’ve never swung your body over to the driver’s side so quickly in your life.

You settle yourself into his lap and you can practically already feel how hard your boyfriend is against you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in, his chest pressing against yours.

“Such a pretty girl..” he tilts your chin to look up at him and the way your lips form into the cutest pout, the way your sweet eyes stare at him like a deer caught in headlights, so innocent and pure– it has him sliding his fingers under your skirt in between your thighs.

You feel yourself shiver and you can’t help but bury your head into his neck as he traces circles into the delicate lace of your panties.

“Not wearing shorts? Such a whore..”

You unwillingly let out a soft whimper at his remark, and Taehyun lets out a mean chuckle.

“You really are a naughty girl, aren’t you..? C’mon say it.”

“Mmh..y- yeah” you stutter, “I- I’m a naughty girl tyun.”

Taehyun pulls his fingers away from your aching core and the whine you let out is so embarrassingly loud you’re thankful nobody’s parked near your boyfriend's car.

“That’s sir to you, angel.”

[sinful-lanterns]

Oh my, transfem Serpent!

Gods I want to choke on her cocks, having her hold my hair as she guides me up and down her shift before pulling me away to give the other the same treatment.

You know she would be so fuckin good with ropes too! Just hands tied in such intricate knots, unable to do much but just take everything she give me. Getting pulled and bent however she wants, helpless and all for her.

And then she would be just so good when she tops, just ugh she would be able to ruin me so easily! Like she could fill both holes so well, or since I'm also transfem, just being all full with both her cocks and being stretched so much and just shsuduehehev I'm losing my mind.

Hnnnnn getting stuffed full by Serpent 🤤

I don’t even headcanon her cocks to be that big tbh, but since she has two, it feels like absolute heaven when she thrusts into you and tries to make them fit… I imagine that poor Serpent is just too eager and excited to have someone cute to fit her cocks, that she mightttt go a bit too fast, which would lead to you crying out in overwhelming ecstasy from her thrusts…

P.S: I was very horny while writing this. Please excuse me…

nsfw under the cut (men and minors dni)

Imagine when springtime hits, Serpent gets extra aroused and antsy as springtime is usually the time where animals get ready to mate. She’d be holed up in her room all day, groaning and trying to satisfy her two cocks because although kind of a cool feature to have, two cocks means twice the amount of arousal that she will have to experience, and poor Serpent only has two hands that do a mediocre job of pleasuring her :(

She’d be so hot and burning up, wishing for this heat cycle to go away as all she needed was relief (and someone to satisfy her urge to breed), otherwise she’d be left having an uncomfortable few weeks by herself and nothing she can do will help it.

…Unless. Chief decides Serpent needs some checking up on, so she sends you (one of Serpent’s favorite people ever) to check on Serpent and see if she’s okay. When you reach her cell however, you are immediately pulled in and the hot air pretty much seals your fate as you can smell the arousal from Serpent penetrating the room.

She’s super cuddly with you. Groaning and whining before pushing you down on the bed to trap you there. She’s not doing anything yet, because even in that cloudy haze, she still wants your consent. But from the look in your eyes, she could tell you wanted to help her just as badly as she wanted you. And by the way you were eying her two excited erections, she could tell you were drooling quite a bit at the prospect of “helping her out” just a tiny bit…

Expect to be flipped over on your stomach so Serpent could get a good look at your ass and cunt. The snake woman would be practically salivating at the sight, as she strokes herself while watching you and lubes you up with that long tongue of hers. She can’t wait to make you feel so full, to stretch you beyond your limit as she rubs her two shafts in between your thighs to make you feel what you are about to experience.

Serpent isn’t cruel by any means, so she goes slow when she first pushes into you. She isn’t big, but because there are two of her size, it feels very unique to have her penetrating you twice all at the same time. It’s practically double the girth that your pussy and ass (or just pussy if Serpent is feeling bold) are experiencing, and the moment you let out a small moan, Serpent picks it up and begins to instinctively thrust.

Her body would just move on it’s own, keen on breeding the beautiful woman in front of her, and Serpent would practically be quivering at the thought. So much so that she’d latch onto you to keep you trapped underneath her body, despite being a rather petite woman…

Needless to say, you aren’t leaving her bed anytime soon. Or rather… “nest” as Serpent likes to call it, due to the fact she wants you to bear her offspring sooner or later… 💕

…sorry. I have a breeding kink.

[sturniolos-blog]

could you write a matt fic where it's Estrella's first day of kindergarten please

First day(s) - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - sad, cuteee, fluff, swearing

disclaimer‼️: i added Mailo’s first day of pre school in here too!

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8:08am

Estrella was standing on a step stool, giggling to herself as i do her hair. I look at my five year old weirdly.

“Why are you laughing, el?” I let out a chuckle myself as i brush her hair through, her letting out a small ow as i brush through a knot.

“I’m just so ‘cited momma! I get to go to kindergarten!” She squeals in excitement.

I let out a fake gasp, “No way! When are you moving out?” I ask her, parting her hair down the middle and doing small rectangles on each side for the hairstyle i was doing.

Estrella giggles loudly, “Mommy, i can’t move out yet i’m only this many old!” She tells me, holding up five fingers.

“Oh right, so next year?” I ask her, touching up her hair and the pretty new hairstyle that goes great with her outfit.

“Nooooo!” She says, letting out a frustrated sigh. I forget sometimes how easily she gets angered, she did not inherit that from me.

“Okay, i’m just kidding, baby.” I kiss her forehead as she looks in the mirror, “You look so pretty, love!” I compliment, “Do you like it?”

Estrella nods her head, “I love it, mama! Thank (pronounced fank) you, mommy.” She turns around on her step stool and hugs me before jumping off the stool and running out into the hallway.

“Don’t you dare run down those stairs, Estrella!” I yell from the bathroom, starting to clean up the hair ties on the bathroom sink.

I hear her feet slow down and hear her start to walk downstairs normally, i laugh to myself.

I then walk out of the bathroom and go into Mailo’s room, he was sleeping peacefully. I let out a sigh, Matt was supposed to get him already.

I lean down and kiss his forehead, “Mailo, buddy, you have to get ready for your first day of pre-school!” I rub his back to wake him up as he was laying on his stomach, his face was all sweaty from sleeping.

Mailo let out a small tired sound, “No mama!” He said, pushing my hand off of him.

“Come on, kid, work with me.” I rolled my eyes, Matt is usually good at waking him up.

Mailo then rolled over and looked at me, his eyes darting around the room before looking at me. “I want daddy.” He whined.

I nodded, “Okay, but daddy’s gonna want you up and at least out of bed when he gets up here.” I shrugged.

“No!” Mailo said with a whiny tone.

I gave up, standing up and walking out of the room and downstairs.

I walk into the kitchen to see Ella eating bacon and eggs at the table and Matt making a few more plates, presumably for him, me and Mailo. “I know, Ella, mommy did a great job on your hair.” Matt compliments.

“Matt, can you go up and get your son ready for preschool? He’s already complaining and i am not dealing with that.” I complained as I walk to the fridge and pull out fruit for Ella and Mailo’s lunch.

Matt looks at me with a confused look, “I did get him up..?” He says, putting three plates on the table.

I start to cut up some fruits, “Did you stay in there and watch him physically get out of bed or did you say get up and then leave the room?” I asked, cutting up watermelon for Estrella and grapes for Mailo.

A look of realization comes on Matt’s face. “Oh..”

“Matt, come on. Go get him now!” I raise my voice slightly.

Matt lets out a chuckle, “Okay, i’m sorry.” He comes over and kisses my cheek. “I love you.” He says in my ear before going to walk upstairs.

“Yeah yeah.” I roll my eyes playfully.

“Mommy? Do we get naps in kindergarten?” Estrella asks me, eating a forkful of scrambled eggs.

“No, sweetheart. You are an official big girl now. Big girls don’t take naps.” I tell her, putting the fruit back and grabbing out ingredients to make two sandwiches.

“But you take naps and you’re a big girl.” Ella says, taking a sip of milk from her cup.

I laugh, “Well that’s different, baby, i’m a big girl with two kids and a childish husband, i have the right to take naps.” I say, finishing making their lunches.

Ella nods, “Oh!” She says before picking up her plate and bringing it over to me. “All done!” She says, the plate was practically empty, which is crazy because Ella is a really picky eater.

“Good job, honey.” I tell her, walking to the sink and putting her plate in their before Matt and Mailo come into the kitchen.

Mailo had his hair combed nicely and had put on a nice outfit.

“Alright, we got him up.” Matt says, talking about Mailo.

I scoff, “Finally.”

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9:04am

We pull up to Mailo’s preschool, getting out of the car all together.

Mailo grabs my hand as Matt carries his backpack for him, we walk into the preschool, Ms. Smith comes up and greets us. She was Ella’s preschool teacher so i remember her.

“Hi, the sturniolo’s! Oh, i’ve been so excited to meet Ella’s little brother! I am Ms. Smith, and you must be Mailo, am i right?” She asks as she points at Mailo.

Mailo nods shyly, him digging his face into my leg, holding tightly, i stroke his hair softly.

“Hi, Ms. Smith, nice to see you again too. Mailo obviously is a little more shy then Ella was on her first day, he might take a little to warm up.” Matt speaks softly as Ella was holding Matt’s hand, smiling.

“Well, that is perfectly okay! Would you like to look at the room, Mailo?” Ms. Smith asks with such a cheery tone, she was so nice and good to Ella.

Mailo looks up at me, i give him a nod to say yes.

“Okay..” He mumbles, his voice was quiet.

Ms. Smith then puts her hand out for Mailo to take, Mailo hesitantly takes it, grabbing on my leg for me to go with him, but i shake my head.

“You got this, buddy, come on.” I said as Ms. Smith softly pulled him in the room.

Mailo’s eyes start to water, “No, i don’t wanna!” Mailo yells.

“Mailo, look at all the other kids here! Come on, we have dinosaurs, games..” Ms. Smith tries to get our stubborn three year old to listen.

Mailo pulls away from her grip and runs towards me, crying into my leg as he holds tightly.

I crouch down, “Mailo, Mailo, look at me, baby..” I whisper, he looks at me. “Deep breaths, bud.” I tell him, demonstrating a deep breath myself.

Mailo coughs a couple of times before breathing normally.

“We will be here when the day is over, it will go by so fast and i promise you probably won’t even wanna leave.” I tell Mailo, Mailo shakes his head.

“Mama, no! Please!” He holds onto me tightly.

I tear up and shake my head, god i didn’t think it would be this hard.

“We have to go, baby, i’m sorry.” My voice cracks.

Matt puts his hand on my shoulder and rubs softly before letting go of Ella’s hand and grabbing onto Mailo’s, walking into the room with him.

Ella gives me a hug, “I love you, mama..” She says, hugging my waist.

I let out a laugh as i sniffle, “I love you too, Ella.” I say, rubbing her back.

Matt then comes out of the room and shuts the door.

“He stayed?” I asked as Estrella grabbed onto Matt’s hand again.

Matt shook his head, “I didn’t tell him i was leaving, when he turned around i left.” Matt said, looking sort of guilty.

I sighed but nodded before clasping my hands together, “Estrella, are you ready for your first day?” I asked her as we walked out of the building.

Ella jumps up and down as she was in between Matt and I, holding both of our hands. “I’m so ‘cited, mommy! I did this last year it was so easy! I don’t know why Mailo was so nervous!” She shrugs.

“Me and you both.” Matt laughs.

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9:26am

We get to Ella’s school, walking into the building, we walk her to the front desk.

“Hello, can i help you?” The person at the front desk asks.

“Hi! Uhm- this is Estrella Sturniolo, We are dropping her off for kindergarten with Mrs. Gold.” I smile politely.

The lady nods and smiles at me, “Okay, her room number is 225, down the hallway and too the left.” The lady instructs.

“Thank you so much.” Matt says, “Come on, Ella.”

We walk and get to the class room, a teacher, presumably Mrs. Gold is standing in front of the door way and greeting kids.

“Hi, this is Estrella Sturniolo.” I tell her as Ella waves.

Mrs. Gold waves back to Ella and nods at me, “Oh my god! You’re hair is so cute, tell me Estrella, did you do your hair yourself?” Mrs. Gold leans down and asks.

Ella shakes her head and giggles, “Mommy did it for me.” She whispers, pointing up at me.

“Well she did a great job, do you wanna head inside and go find your name tag?” Mrs. Gold asks.

Ella looks up at Matt and I quickly before looking back at Mrs. Gold and nodding, walking into the class with no problem.

“Wow..” I laugh, “That was easy.”

Mrs. Gold nods, “She will be okay here, i can assure you both she’s already such a bright student.”

Matt nods, “Yea, she’s something,” He clears his throat before looking at me, “Ready?” He asks if i’m ready to go.

I nod before i see Ella run out of the classroom and up to us, she hugs Matt first, her arms wrapping around his waist.

She then lets go and hugs me tightly, “I love you guys, see ya later!” She says.

“We love you too, sweetheart.” Matt tells her, i nod, agreeing with him.

She walks in the classroom and waves goodbye.

“Have a good day guys.” Mrs. Gold smiles at us.

“You too.” I say before Matt and I walk out of the building.

We get in the car and Matt looks at me, “What?” I laugh.

He leans in and kisses me sweetly before pulling away but staying close.

Matt sighs, “I miss them already.”

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i pushed through and got this doneee im tired im gts but i hope you guys like this i personally liked it but lmkkkk love yalll

tag list: @sturniolosmind @novasturniolo03 @hearts4chriss @vinniehackerslefttoe @christhopersturniolo

[merakiui]

keep thinking how can differ dicks between species in twst boys…idk if it is scary or exciting to let IT be put into someone;)

It's beyond terrifying. T_T whether human or mer, the twins have massive monstercocks and I will die on this hill. OTL they are absolutely packing in human form. Those dicks are going to break you and ruin you and make you so stupid and cum-drunk; and now no other dick will satisfy quite like the tweels' can. Their dicks are so big you'd think they were made specifically to breed!!!! You can never try topping either of them (although they're certainly willing to let you try) because not even a minute into sex and you're already losing your mind. With their mer forms, I imagine they can either have two (for oviposition routes) or one really big, inhuman, prehensile monster of a cock and it drives you so crazy and !!!!!!! The delusions are interchangeable.

AND AZUL. I have a PhD in Azul cock. (˘ ˘ ˘) I could talk about the potential all day because he has the tako hectocotylus that can fill you in more ways than one (spatially and biologically). It's even better if he's fucking you in mer form and he doesn't tell you he's putting his dick in, so you're either getting stuffed full or it's just one of his tentacles. It's like Russian roulette but for sex and breeding. Will he knock you up today, or are you safe? >:) better let him climax quick if you're so desperate to find out.

It goes without saying Malleus is the king of monstercock!!!! He has two of them. <3 it's even better because you could fall apart on one or both of them and Malleus will later worry about whether or not you enjoyed yourself. He goes to Lilia like: "do you think my friend enjoyed our copulation? I worry I may not have been adequate enough." 🥺👉👈 firstly, Malleus, you and darling are lovers at this point!!! <3 and secondly, you were more than adequate. He is immaculate and so good with aftercare as well. But before you can get to the gentle aftercare, you have to be destroyed by the monstercock first.

With Lilia, I imagine he can change his dick size using magic. He's so silly and spontaneous in that way. One minute he's average-sized and the next he's filling you all the way up to your stomach as if he's trying to rearrange your guts. T_T and he's always giggling and cooing at you like, "Aww, can't take more than this? Was it not you who told me you wanted it deeper?" >:( troublesome!!! You want it deeper and he wants to parent another child. orz

As for Sebek, since he's part fae, I imagine he just has a big dick, too. I think he fucks you without realizing just how big he is and then he's smug seeing your tummy bulge and the way you look so blissed out because a human who can't take something like this is obviously subpar! (No, Sebek, you're just big and also you just gave darling the best fuck of their life. T_T)

Savanaclaw has dicks befitting their beastfolk nature. Leona with his barbed cock....... it will hurt, but maybe you like the pain hehe. And Jack with his absurdly big dick and knot!!!!!! But he's so sweet about it, and he's surprisingly good at "just the tip" when he knows you can only take so much. He doesn't want to stress you out or hurt you, and he's very patient and gentle and loving. Ruggie has a smaller cock, but he knows how to utilize other assets (hands and mouth and words) to get you worked up. But then it's in his nature to be submissive during sex and it's really so cute even though he hisses at you to call him something other than that. T_T at least call him cute when he's not babbling nonsense and filth because he's so lost in the sensations.

[lostalioth]

𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

→ premise: loki knew he was rough and mean and yet he also knew that you loved it.

→ pairing: loki laufeyson x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, knife play, throat training, oral [m receiving], face fucking, degrading, small amount of praise, nicknames [darling, pet, throat slut, love], small amount of gagging.

→ a/n: 03 kinktober

“Get on your knees pet, gotta train that pretty little throat so you know how to shut up slut” Loki growls and grips the back of your neck to push you to the floor. He was leaning back against the soft plush black couch that sat in the center of the living room, his legs spread. One hand still holding the back of your neck and the other palming over his thigh and moving then to rub over the bulge in his pants. “And what if I don't wanna shut up huh?” You taunt and tilt your head. Yet your hand begins to crawl up his knees and lean closer. His eyes glint down at you and an evil smile forms on his lips before he lifts his hips to adjust. Loki's tongue pokes his cheek and he waves his hand to conjure up his dagger. With one swift motion his dagger is pressed against the crevice between your neck and your collar bone, softly pushing the blade against your neck. Your breath hitches and arousal pools between your legs.

“Pants off, take my pants off now darling” he grins and keeps his dagger pressed against you as his eyes shift between your face and the growing tent in his pants. Your eyes glaze over and your jaw goes slack as you nod your head in obedience, just how Loki likes it. You begin to unbutton his pants, slide them down his slender legs as well as his tight black boxers down and off his body.

He flashes his wicked smile at you for complying and pulls your mouth down onto his twitching cock filling your throat. “Oh fuck such a pretty slut you like me being rough you know it, youre dripping right now with my cock shoved down your thoat and this blade pressed against your pluse.” He chuckles softly as he bucks his hips up, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He knows you can't answer him and that only makes him more excited.

You clench your thighs as your slick and arousal soaks your panties. Your erratic heartbeat booming hard in your ears as Loki digs the blade of his dagger a bit deeper. The hand still holding the back of your neck grips harder and holds you down to the base of his cock, his cock filling your mouth and pushing at the back of your throat causing you to gag around him a bit.

“Hold it darling, hold it deep in your throat and dont gag love. Got it pet?” Loki teases and lets go of your neck to rub his thumb over your cheek under your eye.

You run your tongue over a vein sprawling across his shaft and use the spit slipping down his cock to play with his balls, your jaw relaxes and you hold him deep in your mouth without gagging. Loki lets out a breath and drops the dagger to hold the side of your neck and runs his thumb over the bump caused by his cock. It made his stomach swirl and the knot tighten as your throat squeezes him.

“Such a good slut fuck, my little throat slut huh?” He groans as his head tips back.

→ a/n: this was very short and i meant to post it yesterday but i was gonna write more but im already getting a bit of writers block so some will be shorter yk?

[blackleatherjacketz]

First

Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Summary: After finding out that Santi has been texting you behind his back, Frankie wants to make sure he gets to have you before his best friend does.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Explicit Smut, Kissing, Biting, Marking, Hair-Pulling, Nipple Play, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Choking, Slight Breeding Kink, Jealousy, Stalking, Reunions, Secret Trysts, Hints of Infidelity, Competition, Territorial Frankie, A Missed Phone Call From Santi

Word Count: 1.7k+

Prequel to FAVORITE

Tags: @bullet-prooflove @likedovesinthewnd @letsby @skittle479

Read more of my work HERE!

“So, Pope’s trying to keep you all to himself again, huh?” You can hear the bitter tinge of jealousy in Frankie’s voice as he kisses his way down your throat and clavicle, his mustache tickling the sensitive skin on your neck as he nuzzles his question into it. Instead of waiting for an answer, he continues kissing a sloppy trail of desire down your chest before recklessly pulling your shirt off over your head.

“Maybe,” you tease, almost forgetting how carelessly hungry his affection for you always is. Your eyes slowly adjust to the image of him on top of you in the pale moonlight as he grins up at you in sheer satisfaction, his eager mouth sending a pattern of gooseflesh up and down your torso as your toes curl preemptively. “Is that all it takes to get your attention, Frankie? A healthy sense of competition?”

“Maybe,” he mocks you with a raised eyebrow, tossing your shirt behind him and pulling your bra down to expose your breasts. “Is there a reason I had to find out you were single again by spying on his fucking texts?”

“Hey, he texted me first.” You hiss as he licks his way down to your nipple, encircling it with his tongue before finally biting down hard, those beautiful brown eyes of his shooting back up to capture your reaction. Your back arches instinctively, pushing yourself into his mouth as he hums a triumphant little laugh against your skin, exciting every nerve in your body.

“I wasn’t sure you’d still be interested,” you confess in a breathy whisper.

“Oh, I’m always interested,” he winks. “You should know that by now.” He takes your other nipple between his fingers, twisting it as he bites down one more time to deliver that quick jolt of pain he knows will drive you crazy.

His brash and blatant nature always sparked something primal in you that no one else was able to draw out so quickly, igniting a need deep within you that only he could satisfy; and he knew it. Only he could make all those years seem to disappear like it was only yesterday that you collided together amidst the sweltering heat of the war-torn desert. Only he could show up on your doorstep unannounced and expect you to hold the door open as he waltzed back into your life. Only he could make you feel this way.

“Okay,” you smile as your hands graze over his neck and shoulders until your fingers find their way between his messy curls, tugging on them as you moan in delight. You let your body rock into him at a slow, rhythmic pace as an all too familiar knot forms in your stomach, tensing your muscles as your arousal begins to collect between your legs. You hear him moan back in response as he torments that thin, delicate layer of your skin, each surge of pain followed by a languid lick of his tongue as your groans grow louder than his.

BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ

Your phone vibrates on your bedside table, an old picture of Santi popping up on the screen as his call goes unanswered.

Frankie stops his suckling and drags his teeth across your nipple, pulling it taut with an audible pop before it bounces back into place, giving you a knowing look. He hovers over you for a moment before deciding to pull back and stare at your phone, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down in his throat as he looks at the picture of his partner, of his best friend, of your ex.

“Is he still coming over here tomorrow?” He pushes his hands and knees into the mattress to stand up at the foot of the bed.

“Who?” You attempt to play stupid, unsure of just how much of your conversation with Santi he actually read.

“Pope,” he starts to unbuckle his belt, eyes fixated on you as he casually nods toward your phone. “And don’t act so fucking innocent, we both know he wants to see you again.”

“Then what are you doing here?” You challenge as the buzzing of your phone finally stops and your screen falls dark.

Instead of giving you a direct answer, he tilts his head to look at you, his salacious glare more than enough to tie that knot right back into your stomach. He continues unfastening his jeans in silence, pushing them down past his thighs and calves along with his boxers before stepping out of them completely.

“I wanted to make sure I got you first.” The honest desperation in his voice drops it an octave, making you want him even more as he gratuitously strokes himself before climbing back into bed with you, kissing his way up your belly.

“Really?”

“I want him to smell me on you the second he walks through that door.” He crawls up your body with his confession, his words making your complicated past with both of them seem trivial as he unfastens the button on your jeans. He makes quick work of pulling your pants down, nearly ripping them off your ankles as he adds them to the crumpled pile of laundry on the floor behind him.

“Yeah?” You encourage, spreading your legs just to feel his bare body against yours for the first time in years as he kisses your arms and shoulders, nipping at your clavicle before finally sucking a tantalizing bruise into your neck.

“Yeah,” he presses a kiss into the wet, reddened flesh where he’d just marked you, knowing good and well that Santi will see it on you tomorrow as he moves his lips up to your face.

Wasting no time in kissing your lips, he grabs a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look into his eyes as he brushes the tip of his dick against your soaking wet folds. He tastes just like he did the very first time in that dive bar so many years ago, whiskey and Coke coating his tongue as it hurriedly brushes against yours. You relish that unique flavor of his saliva mixing in with the alcohol as his facial hair scratches at your chin, his kiss only deepenening with a melodic hum against your lips.

“I want him to taste my come when he goes down on you tomorrow night.” He whispers as he glides the head of his cock over your clit a few times just to watch your face change, a gleeful grin wrinkling the skin around his eyes.

“Frankie!” You gasp, his brash statement shocking you just as much as the tiny sparks of bliss he’s building with the movement of his hips. You’d forgotten how big he was, the sight of him alone not doing him enough justice as he teases your entrance over and over again with the promise of penetration before finally pushing inside your slick, velvety walls.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He whispers as if it’s a sin to say out loud, his stifled breath wisping away the stray hairs on your forehead as he carefully stretches you out.

“Oh, my god.” You whine into his mouth as he kisses you again, those little sparks of pleasure now catching fire with each pulsating thrust he delivers, bottoming out against your thighs each and every time he fans the flames of your euphoria.

“I forgot how fucking tight you are,” he nearly stutters, grabbing hold of both your thighs and pushing them up toward your head for a more delicious angle as the sweat drips down his face.

“I forgot how fucking big you are,” you praise in return, feeling that fire stoke inside you as he picks up the pace, that aching pleasure burning it’s way through you as he grinds against your muscles.

“Yeah?” He leans down and wraps his hand around your throat, pulling you slightly toward him as he gently massages your carotid with his thumb. “You gonna be a good girl and come for me, then?”

Jesus Fucking Christ. After all these years, he still knows exactly what to say to practically push you over the edge.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, swallowing against his palm as you hold onto his shoulders for dear life, every nerve in your body beginning to tingle from his valiant efforts.

“Good,” he smirks. “Then do it.”

It’s almost too much for you to handle, his girth stretching you out far beyond the size of your last lover as his head continually glides across that internal bundle of nerves he always knows how to find. It sends surge after surge of warm, delectable rapture up into your core, forcing your eyes to roll back into your head as you allow that feeling to take over entirely. Your greedy sex has no other choice but to envelop him completely, legs wrapped around his back to hold him near as he continues chasing his own pleasure in the depths of your desire.

Your grip on his shoulders loosens only to fall down to the center of his chest, the tips of your fingernails marking him in your own way as those flames finally combust in an all encompassing inferno. You can’t help but scream his name as that incendiary flash blazes up through your spine, short circuiting every synapse in your body until it singes every inch of your skin in a deafening torrent of ecstasy. The sensation nearly puts you out, incinerating your very lips, fingers and toes to the point of leaving you unrecognizable as you turn and wither beneath his hips.

A feral growl brews in his chest as he somehow quickens his pace, straining your burnt-out muscles by feeding his own cum deeper into your well spent heat. He grunts and groans as he fills you to capacity, the sweat from his brow evaporating onto your skin mere seconds after dripping down onto you. Thrust after thrust keeps that fire stoked until his fluid starts spilling out of you and down your inner thigh.

“You’re gonna feel me dripping out of you all day tomorrow.” He whispers into your ear before releasing his grip on your throat, feathering his fingertips over your neck and chest before letting go completely. “It’ll be like we’re both inside you at the same time.”

BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ

Santi’s picture pops up on your screen again as Frankie sighs in exhaustion, falling onto his side before laying down next to you.

“You should answer it.”

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Them reacting them being your lockscreen savor: Hanako characters X GN Reader

characters include: Hanako, Nene, & Kou

scenario: they take a glimpse of your phone lockscreen only to see it's none other then a photo of themselves?

warnings: shitty writing, unedited

a/n: this just randomly came to my mind, and along with BSD, this is the one anime running through my mind atm :>

HANAKO-KUN:

☆ i feel like he'll be less likely to be the one to show full embarrassment. Like, he'll start to feel nervous and get all hot at first, but that's basically all he'll show. Deep down he's all like 'AH--'

☆ now this is where the teasing starts! he'll be all like, "GASP! is that me on your phone, Y/N?? How did you even do that? When did you take that photo of me? You could have at least told me so I could look better!"

☆ he would take your phone out of your hand and shows it off to Kou and Nene, who aren't phased by it the slightest. Meanwhile your sweating bullets and your cheeks are all red and hot.

☆ attempting to grab it back, you phased right through him as you tried to tackle him and your head hits the wall of the bathroom you all were in when he saw the picture.

☆ making sure you weren't hurt he gave you back the phone, but the teasing did not stop there.

-

"YYYY/N~"

You felt someone poke your side as you sat on the floor of the bathroom on the third floor. Nene, who was just trying to clean the bathroom, jumped at your sudden laugh. She gripped the mop handle and looked over.

Hanako had you pinned to the wall, both of you on the floor as he hovered over you like a predator. His fingers were dugged into the hollow of your underarms as you tried to hide your phone in your chest.

Hanako was trying to get you to show him the photo you snapped yesterday while you, him, and Nene were on the school roof. You denied his ask so he's taking matters into his own hands.

"Come on, Y/N!! I just want to have a small peek of the picture!! I'm sure it's amazing it had to be- it was taken by youu~"

"Nohooohaha! You'll mahahake fun of me-EHE! Haha-HANAKO!"

His fingers scrached your sides like he was a cat scrathing a couch. In this scenario, you were the cat.

"Okokahay－I'LL SHA-ahaow youuhou! Ple-aahase, I cahahan't breeeeethe!" You squealed out, Hanako stops almost in an instant hearing those words. He stood back and squats down, extending his hand waiting for the phone to be handed to him.

You rolled your eyes seeing his dorky smile as you handrd him the phone. A puddle of giggles escaped his lips as he backed away and floats in the air.

Nene rushed over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, asking if you were alright. You nod, giggling as the ghost tickles were still tickling you.

Hanako turned on your phone and be was met with something that made even him speechless. Your lockscreen was him watching the sky with a small smile while a bit of Yashrio's hair was caught in view.

It still looked good, anyway.

You saw Hanako's face. His lips were gaped open as he stared at your screen. Crap, did you creep him out now? Great, now he thinks you're obsessed with him and a creep!－

Before you could think any longer, a large gasp caused you to look back up at Hanako to see a bright smile on his face. "Y/N! IS THIS ME ON YOUR PHONE SCREEN??! HOW'D YOU EVEN DO THAT- SHOWMESHOWMEEEE!!"

He flew towards you and dropped down beside you, "YASHIRO LOOK AT THIS PICTURE OF ME, Y/N-CHAN DID A GREAT JOB!!"

You blushed deep red, your stomach in knots as Yashiro now reacted to the photo.b

Okay, he was...really...excited about this－ which is not what you were expecting but eh, it's better then him hating you and finding you a creep.

YASHIRO NENE:

☆ goes all red. like she becomes the tomatoes you see in the school garden.

☆ you left your phone in class and Nene found it. She remembered you freaking out about losing it last period. Must've left it here this morning.

☆ she would ask you about it in private. And you would apologize quickly, saying you'll change it. You just found the picture insanely cute!

☆ she wouldn't mind at all, but it catches het off guard sometimes!

☆ secretly hopes you never changes it because she loves the attention your giving her.

☆ if you don't know about Hanako, he'll ask Yashiro why shes so cheery and she'll just say someone noticed her.

☆ if you do know Hanako, he'll beg to see the photo of Nene's comfortable with it.

-

Nene watched as you left the classroom, nervously searching for your phone. You lost your phone for at least 20 minutes now and when you asked Yashiro she offered to look for it for you.

"Y/N. Calm down, I'm sure it's somewhere! How about you check the next class you were in and I'll check this one a second time."

That's what she told you before you left. She took out her phone and started to dial your number.

Suddenly the sound of your ringtone caused her to smile softly s she raced towards it, "Got'cha!" She lifts the screen and sees the notification pop up on her lock screen....she also saw the picture of her and you at your place a couple weeks ago.

She screams slightly and blushes, putting the phone back on the desk where she found it.

"Yashiro?" You called out and she tried to calm herself down, "What happened, I heard you scream-" You cut yourself when you spot your phone on the desk. "Ah, sweet! You found my phone!" You grinned, picking it up with a smile. "Thanks, Nene-Nene?" You looked up at your friend to see her blushing.

"Ahem-uhm-Y/N?" She asked and you wait for her to continue. "You-Your lock screen...is..."

You had to process what she meant until it clicked and you started to blush pink as well. "O-oh-uh-uh-Y-Yashiro-I-I'm so sorry! I-I thought the picture of you looked cute! Not-not that you never look cute it's just that- I MEAN CUTE AS IN A FRIENDLY WAY-uh- I-I can change it if you'd like-"

"NO!" Yashiro shouts, catching you both off guard, Why did she scream that?! "I-I mean..no. Keep it...It looks pretty."

You both blushed and for the rest of the day, Hanako was questioning why you both, or Yashiro if you don't know Hanako, why your faces were always red when you see each other.

Yeah, Hanako was not helpful at all.

MINAMOTO KOU:

☆ literally feels so proud of himself.

☆ while being a blushing mess at the same exact time

☆ he's never had a person take this much interest in him that they'll take a photo of him and use it as their lock screen.

☆ he's asking questions for sure, and at first, he starts to rise his voice but that's just because he's so excited that you've taken so much interest in him.

☆ "When did you snap that photo, Y/N?" , "Wasn't it yesterday when we went to the school garden? You wanted to check those plants you were growing no?"

☆ all these questions almost caused you to pass out from embarrassment, but he laughs it off and says; "It's cool, you should keep it."

☆ and when he's all alone he's screaming into a pillow like a preppy school girl.

-

It was the end of the school day and both you and Kou wanted to meet up at your school. Something about wanting to show him your new place after you and your family moved here.

Of course, he agreed. He loved doing things with you, no matter how dumb and stupid they sound.

"Y/N!"

You smiled, looking up from the bench you sat at, seeing Kou run up to you waving his hands in the air. "Hey!" You laughed, standing up on your tippy-toes.

When he was in close reach, he wrapped his arms around your neck and you both spun before pulling apart. "Glad you can make it!" You grinned as your feet got steady once more on the concrete. "What's up with you and school?"

"As per usual. How about you, Hanako messed anything up yet with you or Senpai yet?" He spoke as if to answer, he already knew what you were going to say.

"He's Hanako. What do you think? Something's always up now-a-days." You both chuckle until he spots your phone light up. It was sitting on the bench you sat at.

He quickly noticed the picture of him and you on your lock screen. It was a photo you took of him and you on a slide that could barely fit the both of you.

It was too funny not to take a picture of it. Your smile was wide, almost as if you were laughing while Kou was struggling to keep his balance on the small slide.

A small blush formed on his cheeks and you cocked an eyebrow, "Kou?" You looked where his eyes met and you let out a yelp as you tried to grab your phone before he could spot it- too bad for you, he's seen it moments before.

"AHH! I'm sorry! I'm sorry- I- Dammit- It's not what you think, it's just a funny photo I had of you and- look it was also late at night when I chose this- I'L change it-now?"

When you looked up at Kou he had...tears falling from his eyes? Like- full-on tears. But he wasn't saying anything. "K-Kou? I'm sorry if-if I freaked you out in any way- It's just-"

"I will be honored to have a picture of me and you on your lock screen, Y/N-ch. Kou bowed as he said this having many people side-eye you both. "K-Kou! Get up, people are staring...and I think that kid's side-eyeing us!" You shivered as Kou stood back on his feet and smiled.

"Wanna know something?"

"What-What?" You felt heat rush to your cheeks when he moved closer to you both, his lips almost touching your ear as he whispered,

"I'm not upset, but disappointed you didn't get any of my good sides." You rolled your eyes with a smile, "Oh my god- you scared me, dork! Never do that again!" You pushed his face away with your hand and began to walk away, giggling when you heard him chase you and try to apologize.

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Hype Train!

F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 1~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: lots of boring tech talk(sorry i nerd out sometimes and i wanted to show his thought process for his intro) yandere, f!reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, stalking, internet stalking, lewd comments not from ML, edit: sorry! i forgot to tag NONCON EXHIBITION!!! omg that’s probably huge. i am so sorry!!!

He is always looking for smaller streamers to raid, to bring in his moderately sized and very active audience to someone who may often only get about 5-10 people.

Today, he picked you. Your cute little VTuber model already having captivated him. He looks up your sinsta first, and sees your selfies. You somehow look just like your tuber!

You’re so cute.

He clicks “raid now”, and says to shower you in love!

As soon as the alert goes off for the raid, so does a long line of follower alerts. “Wh-what?! OMG! Thank you so much!!! Welcome to my stream! how was yours? if you have to raid and run, go eat and sleep pleasantly!”

Oh goodness, you sound cute. You even cared about him without knowing him, sure he knows it’s just polite for streamers to say those things. But coming to him in your adorably sugary voice, he instantly believes you really care.

While he’s watching the swaying of your adorable little avatar on screen, he’s imagining the movements in your actual face behind the camera.

“Oh my! im so sorry, uh-” Your mic picks up your ferocious typing, and your sudden shock snap him back to the moment,“I forgot to shout you out, Jasper!”

His name rolling off your tongue sounds so perfect, as if he’s been waiting to hear it that way his entire life.

He springs into action, realizing you have no mods, lithe fingers dancing across keys swiftly and with new purpose, “No worries! Tysm for the SO!! also, i can mod for you, if you want!😊”

You beam behind your screen, “Oh! i could never ask that of you! maybe if you’re here again next time!”

Of course he will be. You don’t know that though.

“O-m-gee! Thank you all soooo much for the hype train!!! level 5?! i’ve never even had a level three!! this is crazy!”

God you’re cute when you’re so excited.

He has your selfies from sinsta pulled up in front of him as he listens deeply to you speak.

You’re so thankful, and so, so sweet…

You must be so innocent.

You’re at the very least naive, and he’d hate to just leave you to be eaten up by this cruel, cruel world…

He must get to you first.

Your stream ends a few hours later, his followers stayed the whole time to shower you in love.

He knows he’s got a lot of simps… They’d do anything he tells them to.

You though, you’ve had the most fun streaming that you’ve ever had so far! And that payout this month is really gonna help, they gave so much!

On your dipcord you see a new friend request, it’s him! You add him without a second thought, always looking for more streamer friends.

within seconds you receive a dm from him, “Want to VC?”

“Sure!” you respond, full of excitement. Something in your gut roils, you feel so nervous but your excitement overrules your body’s initial warning.

When you shouted him out you saw his own Vtuber, and heard his melodic voice, your face warms at the thought.

He calls and you answer after long seconds that feel like minutes of deep breathing, and hyping yourself up.

“How are you feeling, Y/Username, you had a pretty productive stream,” Jasper’s voice is even softer than in his clip, your stomach turns to a fluttering tangle of knots.

“Oh! haha,” you giggle, “only thanks to you!”

His heart melts in response.

“You were why the viewers stayed, don’t sell yourself short,” as he speaks he’s sifting through your public scocials.

He has noticed one older woman with her real name as her username that follows you on every single account. He continues down this path through the web. She has pictures with you, confirming that she’s your mother in the descriptions. she has her state tagged on flapbook.

That narrows it down as long as you didn’t move too far.

On your own socials you often have pictures of flowering trees near red bricks. And in one Selfie a street sign is reflected in your dark shades…

He floogle maps it, then goes into street veiw, there’s a couple red brick houses, but there’s also a red brick apartment complex right around the corner with magnolia trees…

He smiles as his fingers find his lips idly zoning out slightly.

You’re only a few hours flight away from him there…

“Jasper?” Your timid voice pulls him back.

“Yes, pretty,” He says in a low groan, “Can I follow your private?”

You blush fiercely, “Ye-Yeah! o-of course,” you’re so glad he can’t see you right now, your face completely buried in your hands.

You open your phone and go to sinstagram, he sent you a follow request and already followed your public streaming account.

You smile to yourself bashfully, tucking stray strands behind your warming ears.

He sees there are a few live cameras connected in the apartment buildings.

“Hey, this is a random question, but do you have a cat cam? i do, and i saw you have a cat on your public…” He asks, hoping to sound inconspicuous.

“Y-yeah! i do, wanna exchange kitten pics?” you laugh feeling more comfortable, he’s got a cat too! You can’t help but love cat dads…

“Always! and do you have protection on it?” he can already see that only a couple of the cameras don’t have any sort of blocker on them in these buildings. He’s almost disappointed.

There… “How cute…” He finds the one with live footage of your cat just as pictured sleeping on it’s giant plant shaped cat tree across the room.

“You mean like the warranty? Y-yeah! I paid for the 2 year…” You try to keep calm…

He sees a few creeps are already connected to your cam.

He easily follows their trail, typing away on his loud mechanical keyboard. The sound of it soothes you, you end up closing your eyes for a second.

“Oh no- You paid?” he sighs in frustration, not at you though. At whatever store took advantage of you. “This brand comes with a free two year when you buy it…” Shit. he misspoke. He isn’t supposed to know the brand.

You don’t consciously notice.

“For real?! I had no idea!!” You’re almost as frustrated. That was like thirty bucks you didn’t even have to spend.

He can’t help the small enamored smile that creeps across his face.

“Next time you want to buy something techy lemme know. I’ll make sure you get the most for what ya pay an all that… But, back to my question- I meant what kind of firewalls do you have on your router, do you use two-factor authentication on the camera?” He knows you don’t have either, but he’ll tell you what to do to start protecting yourself from these animals.

One of the connected IPs is a live cam website that nobody signs up to be on…

The comments on you from just walking in front of it sometimes are lewd and disgust him.

“I hope she walks by today, sigh…”

“She’s so hot… I wish she’d take those panties off more often though…”

“I saw the side of her ass again yesterday. looks so good, god i want to taste her…”

“I’d fuck her so good, better than whoever that ugly fucker is that comes over sometimes…”

“That guy’s so lucky…”

His face is twists in a deeper and deeper disgusted scowl the more he reads, he almost ignored the comments about a guy visiting you.

Almost.

His blood boils.

“I-I didn’t know you need stuff like that… I mean it just faces my cat’s tree anyway! hah…” You giggle more nervously again, feeling a little creeped out by the thought of someone accessing it. Do you walk by sometimes? You realize you do…

“Lemme help you.” He says almost too eagerly. Save it, he thinks quickly. “I-, I like to make sure the people around me are safe at least.”

“That’s so nice of you!! but, I don’t want to ask too much of you, I’m sure i could floogle how to myself!” You sound determined, it’s adorable, and his face softens immediately.

“Nah, it’s seriously no problem, we’re already talkin’ righ’now, an it’ll just take one sec. Promise.” You can hear the smile in his soft voice and feel more at ease again.

“Okay! if you say so, thanks so much, Jasper!”

“Mm,” He can’t help the quiet groan from hearing his name exit your lips, “‘course” He begins the process with you, and makes sure you check the “log out of all other locations” box. of course his doesn’t disconnect though.“I’ll keep you safe from now on.” His words carry a weight that you can feel. Your heart pounds.

“Thank you. I feel better already knowing my cat’s safe!”

You’re more worried about your cat than yourself.

You’re so pure

“Like i said, ‘s no problem. Come to me for whatever you need technologically.” God he hopes you do. He continues typing, working on sending his homemade virus to all these sickos that have gotten to see more of you than they deserve. “I’ll protect you from now on…”

“You-uh- S-sound like you work a lot!” You try and change the topic, your heart flipping over inside you.

“Hmm?” His rumbling voice keeps sending chills throughout your body.

“Oh! sorry, I can hear you typing on your keyboard, what are those? lubed yellows? They sound so nice…” Your face warms, a little embarrassed.

“Mhmm,” He practically moans again, you shiver, “glad you know your switches. They’re my favorite.”

“Could you show me how to lube mine sometime?”

Now it’s his turn with a warm, reddening face, hearing your voice say lube is making him think of anything but keyboards. He idly plays with his lip again, tugging it up with his teeth.

“how ‘bought I do it with you,” You shudder, not knowing, but directly feeling his hidden implications.

You sigh through your nose hoping he doesn’t hear.

He does.

He smiles, ecstatic with the knowledge that you got what he meant.

“Hey, Y/username, I have a little bit of work to do righ’now, can I call you t’morrow?”

“Of course! and it’s Y/N”

He beams, “have a nice evening, Y/N” His voice smooths even more than it already was. He’s barelyy above a whisper speaking into his mic, and straight into your ears.

The effect it has is… A little bit maddening.

“You too,” you speak up with a soft and shaky voice, “see ya later, Jasper” he can tell you’re at least a little aroused by him.

He bites his lip, feeling the tug on his snake bites.

After you hang up, he doesn’t have to wait even a second before the next call is answered:

“Sup Jazzy,” he’s used to hearing his own voice, but it’s always weird coming from another “person”.

“Sup Devvy, how’re you an Issac?”

[codfanficedits]

Love language.

Pairing: John Price x fem!Reader

Summary: John and you have different love languages.

Wordcount: 4360 | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: miscommunication, communication, fluff, smut, p in v

A/N:I didn't proofread and English isn't my native tongue, so please let me know if there are mistakes. Uni is going to kick my ass the upcoming week, so I'll be posting less.

It had gotten too much, the way you always had to touch him, but he would never return the favour. You had tried to talk to him about it, and he would always promise to be better. And now you were fed up with it, so you started treating him like he treated you. Not a single touch during the day, not a kiss, a soft squeeze, a caressing finger. You kept your hands to yourself. So you placed his coffee on his desk, a smile on your face. “Just how you like it.” Your eyes shift between him and the coffee. Your hair following your movement as you straighten your back again.

John can feel a knot forming in his throat, tightening the longer you stare at him. Was it really that bad? Did you really hate him that much? He looks down at the cup of coffee, as if it will give him courage, or tell him what to do. The black liquid inside swirls with bitterness. What had he done to anger you? Did he deserve this? But John clears his throat, trying to sound unaffected. “Thank you.”

It hurts you that he doesn’t notice, or that least doesn’t show that he notices.

“I have to train the soldiers.” You say. “fitness training, to keep them fit. So I’ll be back late. You’ll have to eat alone tonight.”

This would’ve been the moment where you would pepper him with some kisses, usually his cheeks, nose, sometimes his lips or forehead. But now you skipped. So you looked at your captain. “See you tonight. I love you.”

John’s heart clenches in response to your words, the guilt churning his stomach in knots. Your voice is sweet music in his ears though, soothing the bitter brew brewing in his chest. “See you tonight.” He replies, his eyes following you as you leave. He doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact that you voice, your face, your presence are soothing him, making everything… better, but how else can he deny it? You’ve always been there for him.

And you, you can feel the pieces of your heart starting to crumble when he doesn’t tell you that he loves you. It makes you feel as is if you’re the only one trying to keep this relationship alive. You turn around on your heels, walking away towards the training ground. And while you’re still officially a soldier, most of your time is spend giving endurance training, or fitness training. John’s way of keeping you out of the field, trying to keep you as safe as possible. But it had become your playground. You had learned to stand your ground, you had learned how to get the soldiers, your soldiers, to give their best. Your voice is loud and clear as you carry out your orders. Something you would’ve never done if it wasn’t for your job in the army.

John watches you with proud eyes from the window in his office, the sight of you on that training ground, near the obstacle course, it triggers an old memory.

It was almost ten years ago, his team had gotten their first assignment from the special forces. An exercise that involved an obstacle course. He had always been a big kid at heart, so the task excited him. Little did he know, what a fool he had been. His thoughts are interrupted as he realizes you have spotted him. He gives a small wave before going back to observing your training. But you don’t respond to his wave, your gaze goes back to your soldiers, and while your orders are loud, they are never harsh. You keep your private matters separated from your work, your soldiers shouldn’t have to suffer because your relationship is on loose screws.

Your eyes wander around the obstacle course and your heart flutters. It had been where you and John had met, both on the same training given years ago. He had helped you climb over that two metre tall wall, and you had helped him crawl under barbed wire. And now, ten years later, he had made it to captain, and you crack a small smile at the memory.

Across the field, John has the same memory playing like a movie in his mind. That first glance, the spark, the rush of emotions. You had always been beautiful, strong, independent, confident, and of course completely oblivious to his affections. You’ve climbed, you’ve crawled and you’ve laughed, your bond forged in sweat, adrenaline and determination, and when the both of you finally made it to the finish line after countless tries, he kissed you.

Ten years ago, and it felt like only yesterday.

And you miss it, the young love you once had. Stealing small kisses in between training, sneaking into each other’s quarters, sneaking out of base to lie under the stars and moon until the sun came up. John had never been a touchy person, but you were. Holding his hand, squeezing his bicep, or shoulder. Soft kisses on his forehead, nose cheeks. And you always told yourself that you could live with it, that you would be okay with it if it always came from you, but you can’t, not anymore.

Your thoughts get interrupted by a struggling soldier, a poor man who got stuck in to barbed wire he was supposed to crawl under. His panic was making it worse. Shit, shit, shit. You’re working on an automatic pilot. Crawling under the barbed wire yourself, using your back to lift it up. You’ll deal with your own injuries later as you can feel the wire cutting your back, the adrenaline makes you unable to feel the pain. You’re able to drag the soldier from under the barbed wire, and while his face and back are cut, you’re sure he will be fine. You send him off to the infirmary, just to get things checked out. The rest of the training is cut short. You’re in no mood to train them any further, and the soldiers aren’t in the bests of moods too.

John watches you as you tend to the wounded soldier. You always had such a maternal instinct about you, at least, that is what he feels. If only he had shown even a fraction of your love. He thinks back on your past encounters, seeing them afresh through the eyes of a man, an adult and a lover. The same feeling of longing rises like a slow tide in him. He wants nothing more than to pull you in, wrap you in his arms, kiss all the places his lips have touched before. He blinks. Why can’t he do it?

As you watch your recruits leave, you can feel the blood trickle down your back, and maybe, maybe it is a good idea to get yourself checked out too. You know John is still watching, and normally this would’ve been the moment where you would come up to him, hug him, before you drag him along to the infirmary. But not now, not anymore.

Deep down you know your love couldn’t be young forever, and as much as you miss your young long love, you adore the adult love. The grown up version. The sharing a bed together, being there when he goes to sleep and when he wakes up. You stopped initiating touch two days ago, and the two of you haven’t touched each other since, and it breaks your heart. He watches you leave, and he leans back in his chair, muttering a curse under his breath. He had known his days of complacency were numbered. For months, years, he had taken your love for granted, and he had grown lazy, expecting you to give, and give, and give.

It was about damn time to give something back. John rises from his chair and starts walking towards the same infirmary.

Those two days without touch have been lonely, and it made you realise how cold your relationship was if you weren’t the one initiating all the sweet stuff. And you understand, he is a captain, he has a certain image to uphold, but you can’t understand why he has to act the same behind closed doors. You’re safely tucked away in the corner of the infirmary, a curtain separating you from the rest of the patients, your shirt lifted as a nurse checks the cuts on your back. They’re shallow. Nothing what a band aid and some rest can’t fix. The nurse cleans the cuts for you, as you contemplate about your relationship.

John hesitates near the entrance of the infirmary. His instincts tell him to barge in and demand that the two of you talk and resolve the issue right then and there, but.. you look tired and not just physically. He decides to wait outside until you’re done. With a deep breath, John goes to sit in one of the chairs, trying to keep his anxious thoughts in check. Maybe the two of you can’t work this out, and it will be the end of it all. All over a stupid misunderstanding, all because he took you for granted.

As you open the door to the hallway you’re confused to see John sitting there. Compared to you he is a behemoth of a man and even when he is sitting down, there isn’t much height difference between the two of you. You used to love that, you’d stand between his legs when he sat on his desk chair, peppering him with kisses. But not now, not anymore. You keep your distance this time. “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you.” He answers softly. “Can we.. talk?” John notices the distance you’ve put between the two of you and he swallows heavily. “Is everything alright?” He looks up at you, and you see a hopeful expression on his face, yet it is fearful. Perhaps it got all made worse here. Perhaps something has been broken that can’t be fixed.  But he won’t lose you. He won’t.

“We can talk.” You agree. “But not here.” You don’t need your relationship to become the talk of the base. You don’t need someone eavesdropping and blowing this thing up, no matter the outcome. His second question gets ignored, you’re in no mood to talk any more in this hallway. You signal him to follow you, and he towers next to you as you walk to your private quarters in silence. Normally you would’ve hold his hand, squeezing it every now and then. But now your hands are besides your body.

It stays silent, neither of you dares to say a word and the tension is thick. It stays thick as you enter your private quarters, closing the door behind you.

You go to sit down on your couch tucked away in the very corner, holding a pillow against your body, a makeshift barrier. You’re waiting for him to start, knowing that a single touch of him would be enough to make you melt.

John takes a deep breath, he can’t afford to lose you over his own stupidity, to his own stubbornness. Then he walks over, gently lifting your chin with a careful touch of his palm and he leans in for a kiss. He keeps it light, sweet and hopeful, a declaration of love and his wish to fix what was broken. As his lips touch yours, he closes his eyes, his heart fluttering with mixed emotions, a hope fading and a pain that threatens to end it all rising deep within him.

The pillow you have been holding gets tossed to the side. You’ve missed this, you had missed him. And by the Gods are you grateful that he finally initiated this kiss. Your eyes close too, as your kiss stays light and sweet. You’re the first one to pull back. “I love you.”

John smiles, unable to hide the sheer relief of having broken the ice. He looks back at you. “I love you too, always have, forever will.” He wants to pull you close again, to hold you in his arms, but he restrains himself, not wanting to push things too fast. “Why did you stop touching me, love?” His voice is no longer laced with the confident tone of a captain. He sounds like a scared boy, afraid of losing the first love of his life. This is it. The point where you two either make of break your relationship, and you both know it. “I..” You’re unable to meet his gaze as you struggle to find the words you have been looking for. Part of you wants to dismiss it all and force yourself to go back to how it has been, but another part of you tells you, you deserve better.

“I have been treating you the way you treat me.” You eventually muster to say. “Thank about it.” You continue. “Besides from just now, when is the last time you touched me?”

That stops John cold. His eyes are filled with understanding as his heart shatters in a million pieces before his very eyes. You were right. “I..” He’s at loss. How could he have been so blind? So self-aware and yet so unaware. So in love and so oblivious to it. John swallows hard, suddenly desperate to do the right thing once more. “That’s a problem, and I know it now. I want to fix it, I want to do my share, to show my desire and love. I want you to be happy, with me.”

Your hands rest in your lap, it’s a good feeling that you can finally get your point across, that he finally understands.

“And please know, John. I’m not asking you to become a whole different person. I knew exactly what type of man you were when we started dating. And I also understand that you’re a captain, my captain. I get that you can’t be all loveydovey when we’re working.”

You make sure to make eye contact while you continue. “But please, behind closed doors, all I’m asking is for you to touch me.”

John takes in her words with a quiet breath.

“I can do that.”

He moves forward to sit beside you, the proximity is enough to make his heart flutter. Your smell hits his nose and he takes a deep breath, smiling at the memory it brings back. He looks over at you, and reaches out to gently cup your cheek with a rough hand. “I love you, darling.” He leans in to whisper those words in your ear, your hair tickling his nose and it makes him smile again. “I can do that.”

You smile when he cups your cheek, being as gentle as he can be, and you can’t help but let out a giggle when your hair tickles his nose. “I love you too.” You respond. “A whole lot.”

His heart nearly bursts when you giggle. He leans in and kisses your forehead. “I love you the most.”

He holds your face and gazes into your eyes. “Can I kiss you again? Or has one been enough for today?” His tone is playful, he can’t help but tease you now that it feels like things are okay again. It is his way of showing love.

And there is just something about a large, stoic man being so playful with just you, that warms your heart.

“I swear to God, John.” You groan, but it is playful. “I’ll make you sleep on the couch if you don’t kiss me.”

He grins wide, his heart leaping at your playful threat. “Oh, is that right darling? Do it, I dare you.” John leans in, holding your gaze as his face approaches yours, his eyes locked onto your ones. His lips hovering just mere inches from your own. “Kiss me, or you’ll be the one sleeping on the couch.”

A grin tugs around your lips at his words. “We both know what happens when you make me sleep on the couch.” You tease him. “You’ll pick me up in the middle of the night to drag me back to bed because you miss me.”

Your lips brush against his for just a second. “Remember that one time where I was so mad at you that I slept on the couch? I woke up in the middle of the night when you tried to lay with me on the couch, but the couch ended up not being big enough.”

“Who me?” He asks, feigning ignorance. He is not letting you see how utterly adorable you are at his moment. He can’t stand it, he’ll melt at the spot. “Yes, I do remember that vividly.” He murmurs, before he grabs you by your waist, gentle of course, and tugs on you until you’re on his lap. “And what did I do then?” He asks, his eyes locking with yours.

“You know what you did.” You answer, as you make yourself comfortable on his lap. “You picked me up, laid me down on the couch and you let me sleep on your chest.” You take a little break to kiss his nose. “I was so mad that I wanted to get off, but you held me so tight I couldn’t escape.”

He holds you close to him, you fit perfectly on his lap like this. “And how did that make you feel?” He asks, while the hand that isn’t on your waist starts to rub your back. He wants nothing more than to show you how much he missed you, but it is too soon for that. “I was pissed at first.” You admit. “But eventually I fell asleep on your chest, and I was no longer mad when I woke up.” You let out a sigh. “I don’t think we’ve ever slept apart since. Except for when one of us is on a mission of course.”

He snickers at your comment. “Well, I’m glad you got over your little tantrum.” His voice is full of love, despite the playfulness. “And if you want to get technical. It was me who got the apology I was due. You know.. after you stormed off.” The hand that has been rubbing your back makes its way to your neck, softly caressing the skin. “I can’t really sleep without you either, to be honest.”

“My little tantrum?” You repeat, pretending to be offended. “Don’t get me started before I get all riled up again and I’ll sleep on the couch again.” It was nice how he touched you, but most importantly, it was nice how natural it felt. No matter how horrible those two days without touch had been, you were glad you had done it, because now your relationship with him felt better than ever.

“If you did, I’ll pick you up again and sleep on the couch with you.” He whispers, a small smirk playing on his face. Despite your argument, despite the storm that had been in your relationship, John can still be at peace in a way, because he is with you. You’re in his arms and this time – by the Gods – he is not letting you go.

“And I love you for it.” You whisper, before you lean in to kiss him. “I’m glad we could talk about this. Because I don’t think I would’ve survived us breaking up.” You admit.

“I don’t think I would have either.” John whispers back. “Not in a million years.” He is bathing in the feeling of your lips against his. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to fill him with a sense of joy he’d been missing for the past two days. “Can we do this? More often I mean.” He whispers, a little desperate, a little hopeful. “Or is it still too soon?” Just a taste, before he gets too worked up.

“What exactly?” You ask. “Not touching each other for two days, just to make up afterwards. Or just enjoying each other as a couple?” You’re teasing him, of course you know what he wants. “Just promise me I won’t have to be the one to initiate it all the time.” You whisper. “I want you to touch me too.”

“You won’t, I swear.”

His hands cup your face and he kisses you again. It’s not a small and sweet kiss, it’s a hungry kiss, one filled with a desperate need and the promise that more will come if only.. just a little bit more. John can’t help himself, his tongue explores yours, he’s pushing the limits, but the way you feel and the way you taste. It is almost enough to make him melt. The moment you pull back there is a little strand of saliva between the two of you, it had been a messy, sloppy kiss. But it’s enough for you to go back for seconds, you’re nearly as desperate and needy as he is. When you pull back for the second time, there is a smile on your lips. “You know.” You murmur in his ear. “I think we still have a little bit of making up to do.”

John stares at you, his eyes tracing your face and movements. “I think you’re right.” He whispers. He kisses you again, softly, sensually as his hands start to roam your body, beginning at your arms, tracing along all your curves. His kisses move from your lips, to your neck, leaving behind little traces of saliva, yet they’re hungry and deep.

“Oh fuck.” He groans in between the kisses against your soft skin. His hands become greedy, massaging every piece of skin they can grab. He is hungry, hungry for you.

In between your little noises of approval you find the strength to talk again. “It has been a while since we’ve done anything on the couch. And I’m quite comfy on your lap.”

Your words are enough to send his erection throbbing against his pants. “Oh god.” He groans against the crook of your neck. His hand moves up the edge of your shirt, his fingers pressing into the bare skin underneath it. “What exactly are you suggesting?” He croaks. “Be specific.”

Before you answer, you let your lips roam his skin, soft, wet kisses before you reach his ears. “I want you to strip me out of my uniform, and I want you to strip out of your uniform and I want you to fuck me on the couch.” A hoarse whisper in his ear. “Is that specific enough?”

Your kisses are too much, almost too painful, but in a way oh so perfect. He doesn’t want to waste any more time, he wants to feel you in a way he hasn’t felt you before. With the hunger of a teenager getting his first kiss he takes off your shirt. His gaze full of lust when he looks at the bare skin. “You look like an angel.” He mutters into your ear. He is growing impatient. Taking off his shirt by himself, before he unclasps your bra, his hands automatically going for the soft flesh of your breasts. It is almost as if he is in trance by them, no matter how often he has seen them.

When you finally get off his lap to take off your jeans, his hands work frantically fast to undo his own belt and jeans, kicking them off the moment they reach his ankles. His heart is beating almost uncontrollably, a heat starting to grow inside him. He pulls down his boxers, setting his erection free, while he takes the time to watch you undress yourself. His hand stroking his length while he enjoys the show.

He adores you, always has, but on moments like these it is hard to contain himself, the pace of his hand quickens when you’re standing in front of him, his eyes roaming the soft exposed flesh.

His hands go to your hips when you straddle him. “Are you sure?” He whispers. “I don’t want-“ You interrupt his words by taking his hand and letting his fingers brush against your wet folds. “I want you.” You murmur. “I want you now.”

His hips buck against you, head tilting back when he enters you. “Oh god.” He groans as he fills you fully. His hips are desperate when he pushes upwards. “Oh dear god.”

You know that tone all too well. This isn’t going to be a sweet, long session of love making. This will be some filthy quick fucking of two people who need each other. His hands hold you hips in place while he bucks into you, your little moans and whimpers drive him insane and he is holding on to you like you’re his goddess. You are life, in all its forms. “Oh, my love.” It leaves him breathless.

Your hands get placed on his knees, as you lean back a bit and his hungry gaze is on your body again, as he takes every opportunity to get deeper inside of you. One of his hands goes to your sweet clit, his thumb making soft circles, the increasing of your moaning tells him he is doing a good job. His pace quickens and he is getting close, but he wants you to come first, it is the least that he can do. His thumb flicks against the sensitive nub and it is driving you wild. “Yesyesyes.” A soft whimper. “more, more, more, please.”

It feels as if you’re holding on to a spring that is about to be released, and with a final flick that spring gets released. You cry out his name and it is music to his ears. His fingers dig into your hips as he lets himself go, spilling his seed deep into you.

After a few moment of catching his breath he looks at you, before he pulls you close. “God, you’re amazing.” He murmurs in your ear.

“This is amazing.” You answer. “I think we both needed this.”

His lips kiss your jawline, your cheeks, your nose. “I love you.” He whispers. “Let’s take a shower and sleep on the couch. For old times sake.”

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What Would Have Been?

Pairings: Former Assassin Choi San X Assassin Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Assassin AU, One Shot

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Mentions Death

@newworldnet

Minors Do Not Interact

Author's Note 💌: Hope you guys enjoy this one shot! I couldn't get this scene out of my head so I had to write it! Also, yes some of the terms I used were John Wick references! I've been wanting to work on an assassin au for the longest so depending how things go I may or may not make it a short series idk yet not sure. This isn't edited so I'll fix it later. Again, please be kind! - N 🌙

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It had been years since I last saw San, which was also the last time I worked with him. Back then I had the biggest crush on him, so much so I'd make up any excuse just to talk to him which led to us becoming close. Out of fear for me accidentally ruining our friendship because of my feelings I gaslit myself into isolation, completely disappearing from everyone’s radar including his.

Now years later I'm standing outside of his small taekwondo school hoping he tells me where I can find the Grim Reaper. When I open the door I immediately notice small children no more than 8 years old practicing, they seemed so happy and excited to be there. I quietly look around and immediately see San, he hasn't changed at all. His taekwondo uniform makes his wide shoulders seem even bigger than they are and his black belt definitely made his waist look so small. He was always known to be well proportioned. His dimpled smile being as warm as the sun's embrace causing me to unconsciously swallow hesitantly, is he even going to remember me? Is he going to be upset when he sees me?

Just then while he was helping a student work on his posture I notice a little girl with short hair who runs over to San and let him know that someone has come into his establishment. He scans the room until our eyes meet, a look of visible shock paints his features. I give him a small smile whilst walking in his direction, he leans over and tells his assistant something most likely to keep watch of the class. Once he's done with that he walks up to me, his face lights up the closer he gets “y/n…What brings you here?”

I give him a pained smile “I need to talk to you. It's about the high table.” San’s expression grows dark and leads me to a small office behind the big mirrors the class uses to practice. There was trophies, some medals and a few pictures, it seemed like some of his past students and his family. He's married, with a child. A little girl. My heart sinks into my stomach causing me to let out a silent sigh lowering my gaze onto the floor. There goes My chance. He pulls a chair out for me then proceeds to sit on his side of the desk. “So..” San awkwardly breaks the silence making me glance up at him and meet his eyes, his expression still not fully comprehending it was indeed me in front of him.

“The high table summoned me. The thing is I’m not going to go through with it as they’re insisting I kill Rogue and I’m not going to do that, that man taught me so much as a rookie assassin. He’s like a father to me, the issue is I don’t know where he is. I need to warn him the High Table is going after him.” San clasps his hands together in front of his mouth, elbows resting on the desk whilst his eyes being the only thing visible from my angle. His golden wedding ring glinting in the fluorescent light. He goes on to stay silent for a moment until he finally says “You know i’m not associated with that stuff anymore...”

I understandably nod “I know, I see you’ve got a beautiful family now..” I glance back at the photo of San, his wife and daughter instantly rendering me silent from the huge knot in my throat. I could have had that chance had I not run away from my feelings. San looks back at the photo and looks back at me, his voice lowering “I don’t understand why you came here then.” I tightly hold onto my sleeve trying not to get emotional. I think he hates me now.

“I’m asking you to tell me where I can find the Grim Reaper, he knows where Rogue is…Please, I’m going to end this. I have to, the High Table has marked me an excommunicado. I’m basically marked for death. I’ve got nothing to lose now..” San swallows hard, his gaze turns into a sad one “y/n..” The knot in my throat gets tighter, making breathing extremely hard. So I look at the wall behind San unable to continue looking at him. “Do me that one favor before I die, please?"

We both sit in silence for a few moments until San finally speaks “South side of Seoul… the soup kitchen.” I slowly nod “Okay, thanks..” I get up and walk towards the door, before I’m even able to make it he grabs onto my arm “y/n, wait..” Hesitantly I turn in his direction, tears brimming in my eyes “Yeah?”  He lowers his face to meet my eyes “Why did you disappear? Where’d you go?”

I bite the inside of my lip to keep it from quivering and instead tears run down my cheeks “I disappeared because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I'd rather you think I was dead than to come into terms with my feelings.” He gives me a confused blink then the saddened expression grows on him “What do you mean come into terms with your feelings?”

I sniffle and shake my head “It’s not important anymore, you’ve got a happy family now. So pretend I never said anything.” San grabs both my shoulders and squeezes them “Please tell me.. You can’t just drop that on me and not tell me. It’s been years since I’ve seen you..” I squeeze my eyes shut and look down not wanting to meet his eyes anymore, those beautiful brown eyes. At least I can say I saw them one last time before i'm gone. “I can’t, I’m so sorry..” He lifts my chin with his finger “Please.. At least do me this favor before you go. I deserve to know why my friend disappeared.” I hesitantly open my eyes again only to see a worried expression and for a moment I can’t bring myself to say anything out of pure embarrassment because what’s the point? Nothing will change.

“I’m in love with you San. I always have been, I always will be. I’m sorry I wasn’t brave enough to face my feelings and tell you how I feel, instead I hurt you.” San stares at me for a bit, becoming increasingly embarrassed of the potential rejection I stutter ”I-I’ll get going, again I’m sorry.” I pull away from his grasp leaving a shocked San watching me until he says “You know, I liked you too..” I come to a halt facing away from San, my breath hitches and I cover my mouth to keep me from breaking down into full sobs. I did this to myself, my fear of rejection screwed me over. “y/n?”

He reaches over to rest his hand on my shoulder, his warm hand gently squeezing it trying to comfort me. “Were you afraid that I didn’t feel the same way?” I quietly nod my eyes blurring with tears again. He carefully approaches me and pulls me into a hug gently cradling the back my head. Hesitantly I hug him back, my tears spilling onto his white taekwondo uniform. "I'm sorry I never gave you that reassurance, and that because of me you led a life of loneliness." I bury my face in his chest feeling his other hand gently pat my back.

I stay in his arms for a little bit until I finally pull away and respond “Thank you for everything, I’ll be going now.” San reaches for my hand and holds it tightly "You remember that blood oath we took years ago? Call me if you need me, i'll be there. I promise." The knot in my throat renders me silent again where as I only manage to hum in response. As I walk away a broken woman, I realize how my fears defined my life and took something from me that I yearned for. A loving husband and a small happy family. That fear instead turned me into an on the run excommunicated former assassin who was destined to be alone.

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