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dr3c0mix · 1 year

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could you ever try writing a poly between 3 vampires and male reader? like, reader is a painter and the vampires ask him to paint them something while in their house, and is just.. evolves. sorry if it doesn't make sense

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Poly!Vampires x Male!Painter!Reader

CW: implied kidnapping, murder, implied vampirism

holy shit this is like one of the chillest fics ive made so far :0 anyways enjoy the funny vampire men !!

🌙 You always had a knack for finding beauty in everything, from the calming dance of raindrops amongst the smell of petrichor or the lovely reds and oranges of the fall when the leaves withered.

🌙 It was very handy considering what you did for fun.

🌙 You loved to paint, anything and everything you saw was inspiration for you. After a long day of delivering bread and pastries to the people in your village from your bakery, you would run up to your room and continue on the latest masterpiece you were working on.

🌙 Everyone in the village loved your work, many of them paying you for a painting of their own.

🌙 Life was simple and calm, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

🌙 But life decided fuck that bullshit.

🌙 Rumors and whispers filled the streets of the town, it wasn't like the usual talk like someone's daughter getting married or the like, it was much more...unusual.

🌙 News spread from neighboring towns of coffins being found unearthed and opened, shadowy figures roaming around in the late hours of the night, and bodies being found in the morning, drained from their blood.

🌙 It was a terrifying thought, but you didn't dwell upon it, you weren't the type to believe such rumors so easily, and yet a feeling of uneasiness lingered within your soul.

🌙 Your town was no longer the vibrant, happy place it once was before. Windows that once had lovely flowers and laundry lines hung on them were shut day and night, the busy streets you once traversed were covered in a gloomy fog. It really was like an evil has brought itself to your home.

🌙 Or should I say evils?

🌙 In the midst of all the tension, 3 men came to your town. Eccentric was an understatement when describing them, it was like the horrors and whispers of death and murder didn't faze them a bit.

🌙 Even so, you were happy to see something other than terrified faces and panicked expressions.

🌙 You greeted them politely during a cloudy day and noticed how covered they were. One had a large hat on, the other draped in a black cloak and the last holding a parasol that shrouded him in darkness.

🌙 "Good afternoon to you too, me and my friends here are just visiting this quaint little village, how uhm...calm..it is here..hah.."

🌙 The cloaked one chuckled whilst looking to the empty streets.

🌙 "My, my! Aren't you that famous painter I've been hearing about! I'd love to get a painting done from you, but it seems everyone here is quite busy with other things.." says the one in the hat.

🌙 "Oh no! I'd love to paint for you! Come, let's talk more in my bakery. Painting is more of a secondary job for me." You guide the men to your home as you hear the cawing of crows overhead.

🌙 Days pass and you grow closer to the men. You learned that their names were Viktor, Garrick and Silas.

🌙 Viktor had long, silky hair the color of raven's feathers. His eyes shone like two rubies in the dim light of the lanterns you lit around the house. He wore a black cape which hid a wine-red vest.

🌙 He was a gentleman and had a love for poetry. He would recite his favorites to you as you painted next to him. One interesting thing you learned was that he's scared of mice. 'Dreadful things' he calls them, you found it quite adorable once when you two were talking and he suddenly squealed and pulled his feet up at the sight of a small mouse crawling passed your floors. His face, although still as pale as the moon, turned into a light red.

🌙 Garrick had messy, dark hair. His fingers were always adorned with golden rings, and he wore a somewhat stained white, ruffled shirt, you can't tell what it's stained with though. His eyes were a deep purple, one of them covered by his locks. He was unusually flirtatious with you. You joked how he should be courting women, not a baker's son such as yourself, but he whined and cooed how irresistible you were to him, why wouldn't he be interested in a boy like you!

🌙 Silas is a bit darker skinned than the others, who were unusually pale. he had round black glasses and silver hair under a dark hat. Over his shoulders draped a coat, you weren't able to decipher what he kept under it, only that they were vials of strange substances. His eyes were the color of amber, like the hues of leaves that fell in the autumn. Rather shy, he was, always looking away from your eyes whenever he talked with you. He had an interest in flowers, always handing you one whenever he visited for inspiration purposes of course...

🌙 You wouldn't notice it at first, but they've gotten quite a liking to you, protective even. They would always check up on you, if you've been eating, who you've talked to today, things like that.

🌙 It was only until they scared off a young lady for making small talk with you that you started to notice something was off about them.

🌙 When you heard the next day her body was found dead with bite marks on her neck and drained of her blood, you started to worry.

🌙 You started avoided them after that, making excuses to not invite them over to your bakery, walking the other way the moment you see them down the street. They noticed your strange behavior towards them and knew something was wrong with you.

🌙 They didn't buy your silly act at all...

🌙 "You just had to leave the body there, didn't you?!"

🌙 "What? It's fun seeing them all scared and panicky!"

🌙 "Hahah yes but uhm...there's no food out anymore..."

🌙 You heard their voices by your door during the late hours of the night. The feeling that your new friends were not what they seem festered in your mind, but your kind nature overrode your fear and you opened your door.

🌙 "Hey! It's dangerous out there! Do you want to be gutted or something?"

🌙 The 3 of them were walking along the moonlit streets when they heard your voice.

🌙 "A-Ah! Yes! Uhm...of course, excuse us, we just came back from uh..."

🌙 "A pub-"

🌙 "A pub! Yes! And we've somehow lost our way! Could you, by chance, let us stay the night? Our inn is particularly far you see.."

🌙 You unlocked your door and let the 3 gentlemen in, going to the kitchen to warm up some bread and tea for them.

🌙 "Make yourselves at home! Apologies for the mess, I been really busy lately..." you say sweetly. Viktor nods with a smile and they all sit down, whispering softly amongst one another.

🌙 As you wait for the tea to warm, you get a good look at the 3 men.

🌙 Pale skin, pointed ears, not to mention their eyes, they have to be. You had to stop yourself from gasping when Garrick laughed, revealing his sharp fangs. Fear bubbled in your stomach once more until you heard the whistle of your kettle.

🌙 After giving them their tea, you feigned a yawn and told them you were off to bed, giving directions to the spare quarters before going in your room and waiting by your door for any sounds, grabbing a broken paintbrush you accidentally snapped, a makeshift wooden stake..

🌙 You then hear the men climbing the stairs, a conversation being exchanged between them.

🌙 "Shame we must drink from him now, he was such a darling though.."

🌙 "Oh, but I believe I'm quite well off with those wonderful treats he offered us. It's a mystery how someone as wonderful as him isn' married yet..."

🌙 "Unfortunate as it is, I don't think it would be in our best interest if the boy lives.."

🌙 Your heart pounded faster as you heard them talk about you. Your hunch was true, these men are the demons that have ravaged your town. You scrambled to your bed as you hear them walk to your room.

🌙 Your door creaks open as you grip your blanket tight. Footsteps approach you as you feel a dip in the bed.

🌙 "I can hear your cute little heartbeat darling~ I know you're awake~" You hear Viktor purr, tears start to well up in your eyes as they open.

🌙 A hand caresses your cheek and brushes your hair away from your face. You brace yourself as you feel Viktor's cold breath near your neck. You dare not move lest the beast lying next to you devour you whole.

🌙 "Do we have to Viktor?" You hear Silas say in a sorrowful tone.

🌙 "I'm with Silas with this one, why can't we just..I don't know, bring him with us?"

🌙 Viktor pulls back as he pauses for a moment. You could hear the smirk on his face when he chuckles. "Actually, that's not a bad idea Garrick.."

🌙 The next morning, the townspeople saw that your front door was wide open, a window or two was broken and paintings that hung on every wall was gone. There was no sign of you. The only thing that remained was a stain of blood on your bed and claw marks on the walls of your bedroom...

oOOoOooooOo cliffhanger or whatever :00000 part 2 soon !! sorry this one took so long, i had a hard time with the story and such..

And as usual, gay men doodles <3

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crazyforhwa · 11 months

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hard hours ?,!

my brain is full of yunho right now. imagine the reader has a oral fixation and it calms her down when she has something in her mouth.

he’s playing valorant or something and she really needs his pretty cock asap and he lets her just warm his cock in her mouth while playing

eventually he gets a little needdddyy! include some exhibitionist themes like him praising her while on mic with mingi or smth? go crazy with it!!

Put on a show..

pairing: gamer!yunho x fem!reader ft. gamer!mingi

genre: smut with little to no plot, fluff

summary: You get a little bit too needy when your boyfriend is busy playing with his friend..

word count: 1,8k+

tags/warnings: nudity, none of them are idols, reader has an oral fixation(it's not that good, I'm sorry), video call, exhibitionism, oral (m! receiving), slight clit play, spanking (f! receiving), praise(only once), short aftercare, there's no actual intercourse, they're just playing around, vulgar words

Feedback will be highly appreciated, I'd like to know what you guys think! ♡︎

Yunho and Mingi were playing. Again. The amount of "one more round" you have heard from your boyfriend in the past two hours is funny at this point. You couldn't wait any longer, you wanted him so bad.. So you decided to gain his attention in a different way. You weren't going to play innocent, not today. Taking off everything besides your underwear, you got on all fours and quietly crawled towards his gaming setup.

After finally finding your place under the desk, you looked up to see his face fully focused on the game. Yunho knew about your oral fixation, and it wasn't a problem for him. He actually enjoyed it, the thought of your pretty face stuffed with his cock never failed to give him a boner. However, not used to initiating things, you were unsure as fuck of your actions. After a short moment of thinking, you hesitantly tugged on the seam of his sweatpants. It clearly shifted something inside of him, his adam's apple bobbing. His fierce eyes looked down on you, focusing for a second on your perky nipples. He's getting riled up, that's a good sign..

"Want you in my mouth.." you mumbled out quietly. He sent you a look of approval, a silly grin painting his face. You licked your lips hungrily and pulled down his pants completely. What a surprise, he had been going commando all this time.

Yunho's half-hard cock slapped against his abdomen, the wet sound so loud, some of it could be heard on his mic, catching the other male's attention. You gently grabbed his member, and even though it wasn't fully erected, you could feel it pulsing and twitching under your touch, the tip already leaking with precum, begging to be sucked on. Not wanting to wait any longer, you wrapped your lips around his dick, this particular action making him moan out loud. This time, much to your relief, his mic was off.

As expected of his thick girth, your jaw got sore in mere minutes. However, that didn't bother you at all, content with finally having him in your mouth after waiting for so long. His salty essence kept on dripping, this time, down your throat. He was so heavy, putting some great force on your tongue, and it felt so good, muffled whines kept on escaping your used mouth. Soon enough, he was fully hard, the vibration of your voice too pleasurable to bear with. Deep, breathy grunts could be heard around the bedroom, your boyfriend getting closer to his release.

On accident, Yunho turned on his mic, your filthy sounds loud and clear for his best friend. "Are you alright? Hello?" Mingi asked. You immediately froze, too scared to get caught. It didn't really phase Yun, and he gently nudged your chin with his finger to signal that you should relax and go back to what you were doing. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it, bro," he confirmed and went mute. To ease your worries, his fingers ended up on your head, softly stroking your beautiful locks. It encouraged you a lot, soft whimpers leaving your lips once again.

Without your knowledge, Yun turned on his microphone again, this time on purpose, letting the other male hear all of the nasty noises you guys were creating. At first, Mingi would ignore the sounds until..

"Such a good girl. Yeah, are you pleased with having your pretty mouth stuffed with my cock? Hm?" your boyfriend said, making you moan like a bitch in heat. That's it, a tent started slowly forming in Mingi's shorts. Fuck, he didn't want to come off as a pervert, but everything that was happening right now got him stroking his sensitive length through the thin fabric, biting on his lower lip in order to reach an orgasm without your knowledge. Ah, he was so glad to have his camera turned off.

At some point, Yunho stopped thinking about the game, the thought of fucking that little throat of yours completely fogged up his brain.

He grabbed the back of your head and started moving his hips, which was not so smart as he quickly lost control of himself, and his long dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag loudly. "What was that noise, man??" Mingi finally asked, although he already knew the answer. You thought Yunho would try to save himself, but oh, you were so wrong.

He turned on his camera and rolled back his chair until you were visible. "What was that noise, you ask?" his hand grabbed a handful of your hair. "Off." you immediately let go of his cock with a pop sound. You looked at Yunho's monitor and saw Mingi in his pajamas. He looked so shocked yet so fucking hot, the sight of his long, blonde hair made your panties sticky with arousal. "Say hi to our friend, whore," your boyfriend demanded. "H-hi, Mangi," you tried your best, but it didn't sound appealing, your voice too groggy.

The man behind the screen clearly had no clue that his camera was on, as he pulled his length out of his shorts, half of it visible to both you and Yunho. "Hello.." his deep voice could be heard from the speakers, sending shivers down your spine. Before you could say anything else, Yun filled your mouth with his girth again, this time more roughly, making you scream out of surprise.

You made eye contact with him, and his eyes said one thing. Suck. So you did so, a white, creamy residue forming around your lips from how fast you bobbed your head up and down. "Let's play another match," said Yunho in a shaky tone, followed by a muffled groan when you squeezed his heavy balls.

Mingi, however, being too stunned by what was happening, didn't answer. Yunho released a deep sigh and stopped your movements. "If you want to watch so much, then watch, idiot.." he stood up and changed your position in a way so the other male could see both your mouth and cunt. He grabbed his moistened tip and directed it to your lips, forcefully prying them open. Oh, you were in for a ride.

"Come on, slut. Look at him, he's so desperate. Probably wants that precious body all to himself. Let's put on a show for him, shall we?" not expecting a response from any of you, he started thrusting into your mouth. His moves were rough and fast, tight balls slapping against your chin with every push. You choked on his member, streaks of salty tears running down your face, but you loved it. You loved every second. You wanted him to absolutely ruin you. Use you like one of his toys.

"Look at her, isn't she so pretty?" Yunho asked. Mingi just nodded his head, not knowing where to look. "Take off your soaked panties, show your stupid cunt to him," your boyfriend ordered, so you slowly pulled them off, the black piece clinging to your skin because of the wetness.

Once you were completely bare, Yunho continued on with fucking your throat. To turn on Mingi even more, you decided to pleasure yourself and started slowly rubbing your puffy clit with the black langerie piece. You moved the soaked material up and down, nudging your bundle of nerves in the best places possible. It felt so good, your tight hole kept on closing and opening, clear arousal dripping out of it, ending up on the floor.

Your boyfriend caught up pretty quickly on your shenanigans and decided to spice it up by using his free hand. He slapped your buttocks with so much force, you swear it had you seeing stars for a moment. He kept on spanking you, leaving red handprints on your ass and making it jiggle.

And oh, it definitely helped Mingi. With his lustful eyes focused on your body, he started jerking off his dick even faster. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he was biting his lower lip. Fuck, he looked so delectable.

Yunho's sounds got louder, and so did yours. Finally, his head tilted back, sweat dripping down his face, and his mouth wide open from the intense pleasure. He was letting out the beautifulest moans and groans known to mankind as his cock started throbbing, and soon enough, thick strings of cum shot from his tip right into your throat. You swallowed everything and pulled away to catch a breath.

You found a portable mirror laying on Yunho's desk, so you grabbed it to check out yourself, and to say less, you looked like a cheap whore. Ruined makeup, teary eyes, sweaty skin, dishevelled hair.. Fuck.

You tried to stand up but failed miserably, your legs too wobbly to take a step. Yunho softly grabbed your waist and sat you down on his lap in the gaming chair. "Everything okay? Want me to bring you some water, tiny?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. You giggled at him, happy to have your gentle giant back. "Yes, please. My throat hurts a little bit.." you answered. Yunho kissed your temple in response and left to get something for you.

Your thoughts went back to Mingi, and you immediately opened up discord to see if he still was on the call. He was! "Mangi..?" you asked, unsure if he would respond, as the screen was black. You heard some shuffling, it appears that he had to put his headset back on and fix the position of his camera. "Oh, yeah? I'm here," he said, his face finally visible again. A subtle blush adorned his cheeks, and his blonde strands were all over the place. Your lips widened at the cute view. You guys chatted for a while, talking about everything, waiting for Yunho to come back.

"Hey.. I wanted to ask you something.." he interrupted out of the blue, nervousness evident in his words. You replied with a simple "Hmm?", not knowing what to expect from someone so unpredictable like him. "Did you.. Cum? During our call.." His voice was so damn awkward. You couldn't see his face anymore, but you could bet he was scratching the back of his neck while asking. Not wanting to lie, though, you slipped out a quiet "No.." and cleared your throat. Gosh, what have you gotten yourself into.

Before you could change the subject, you felt a muscular arm grab your chin and tilt your head away from the computer. It was Yunho. "My lady didn't cum, hm?" he asked, that deep voice of his laced with mockery. Your eyes widened, thighs rubbing against each other. Upon seeing your weak state, he chuckled and got close to your right earlobe. He gently bit on it and let out the sexiest sigh you have ever heard.

"I guess it's your turn now, tiny."

author's note: thank you so much for this ask, I hope you will like it, anon🫢 Because it's my first ask ever, I've decided to turn it into a drabble. It's trash, I know, but it's my first time writing something in less than 12 hours. Oh and, I'm sorry, I went a little bit overboard with the exhibitionism themes💀

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romancefranaticstay · 2 months

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Ship on sea ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Captain!Hyunjin x Siren!fem!reader

Category: angst, fluff, smut

'Hoist the sails, loose the nets.'

"Root everyone."

"Let go of the nets."

"Ah, we've got one, Captain!"

That's all you can remember. You got captured by pirates, the worst kind of people. You were unconscious in the net, you had human legs again, you were naked. Your long wet hair covered your body, luckily too.

You woke up in one room. How can you describe the room? It was average, wooden walls, there were some candles on a desk. You saw a few cards and some goods. Lots of papers, two doors that lead to other rooms apparently.

You were sitting in a bathtub, with cold water that felt good. You looked around in a bit of surprise. You could still hear the sailors' words in your ears.

You saw a man come in. His eyes were dark, it scared you. You panicked and tried to crawl out of the bathtub, but unfortunately you couldn't.

"Ahh, you're finally awake again, hmm."

he came to you and he lifted you chin with his index finger.

"Looks healthy enough to sell."

'Excuse me? To sell?! I am not an object.'

'In my opinion, yes. A strange kind of quick-witted person.'

"I have legs too."

“I've seen that before, little girl. I have eyes here.'

he pointed his finger at his eyes.

"Can I get out of the bathtub?"

"So you can run away, back into the water?"

"I'm not going to do that."

"As if I trust a being like you."

'I'm a person too.'

"Not in my eyes." so he left.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You were still in the bathtub, quietly playing with the water. Suddenly the door opened again. He had a plate in his hands with some delicious food. He went to his desk and started eating.

'That looks delicious.'

you said.

'Could I have a piece too?'

'No.'

"You can't let me starve, who would want to buy me."

'You think I didn't think of that? You won't get food until tomorrow.'

"Why not today?"

"Because I said so, little girl."

"Stop calling me a little girl."

He paused and continued eating. You couldn't look at it, so you dived under the water. You observed your tail. It was beautiful, to be honest.

'What is your name?'

he didn't answer.

"Can I at least know your name?"

'Why.'

"Because it's strange to be in the same room with someone, without any information."

“Hyunjin.

“Hyunjin…nice name.”

he nodded. He stood up from his chair. You leaned against the bathtub.

"Where are you going?"

'I'm going to sleep.' '

'Goodnight then.'

So he left again without saying a word.

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You pretended to be sleeping, but actually you couldn't close your eyes for 2 hours. You heard a door creak and some footsteps. You felt eyes on you. You used your senses to maybe know who it was. You smelled a certain scent and felt a certain atmosphere... it felt like... Hyunjin.

You opened your eyes and looked straight into his eyes. He stood there leaning against the door frame. Just staring you up and down. He didn't say anything, nothing came out of his mouth. His pyjama was a long fleece blouse with a long fleece pants. After three minutes he just went back into his bedroom.

You thought he was scary, even though he looked very attractive. His look gave you chills. You wanted to flee, to leave.

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The next morning, you woke up on a bed. You were laying under a blanket. You don't know how you came here, but it was at least better now when you had legs. You looked under the blanket and saw you had a dark blue dress on. It was beautifull. You stood up from the bed and looked around in the bedroom.

The bed you were in was not too small, but not too big either. It was in the corner of the room. This definitely wasn't the captain's room, or at least you hoped so... You started walking around the room. You had to get used to your legs. You hopped around a bit so your muscles could move a bit. It had been a long time since you used your legs. You were surprised that you still knew how to stand up.

The door opened again and the captain named Hyunjin entered. There was a table in the room where you sat. He had a plate of food in his hands.

'Here.'

you cautiously approached. It was hardtack and salt beef. It looked quite tasty.

'Thank you.'

you muttered. You sat at the table and began to eat quietly, not daring to look up at the captain. He just stood leaning against the door. He watched you eat everything. He also looked at your legs, it was strange that you first had a tail and now two beautiful shiny legs. It was fantastically impressive.

You looked to your right where he was standing. You looked him up and down. You had never really looked at him properly. He didn't look too unfriendly, he had long black hair, thick lips, he was also tall and muscular, but that's probably normal.

"What's your name, little girl."

You looked at your plate and didn't answer. He came closer and grabbed your chin.

"Answer the captain."

“Y/N…”

you said softly.

“Y/N, okay.”

He sat across from you at the table. His hands were together and he looked at you. His eyes seemed darker than ever. You kept looking at your plate.

"You're a strange creature."

'You too.'

He clicked with his tongue his inner jaw. The silence was a bit awkward.

He got up again and left again. You thought he was finally leaving for a while, but he came back in with his plate of food. He sat across from you again and started to eat. You watched his actions. It was quiet, you could hear the sounds of the sea. The ship moved a little, but the sea was quiet this time of year.

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The two of you grew a little closer together, you always ate lunch together. You two talked sometimes. It was very quiet. You'll be sold in just 1 day. The captain had forgotten that, and he still didn't know. The captain became close to you. He came and sat with you, you talked about the ocean. He asked many things, all of which you had seen. It was nice to finally have someone with the same passion. He couldn't stay away from you, until today...

The ship sailed on the shore. The captain was still asleep. You were sleeping in the room next door, suddenly some sailors came to get you out of bed. They put a cloth over your mouth.

'Healthy enough to sell.'

You tried to stop them, you moved and tried to escape from their grasp. You pushed things over but they finally got you out of the ship. They grabbed your arms and dragged you away. Your anger swirled, you had sharp teeth, you bit the cloth from your mouth. They didn't notice yet because you were pretty quiet.

Before they know it you bit their hands, blood pouring from their bodies. You were still wearing the dark blue dress. The captain heard shouting and immediately went to your room, you weren't there. He ran outside to the deck and looked where the shouting was coming from. He saw the bloody hands of his crew members.

He saw you running to the beach, clutching the dress tightly to you. You ran deep into the water and finally dived into the water itself. No no no no, you couldn't leave, you couldn't leave him. Hyunjin took off some of his clothes and jumped into the water.

You no longer swim that fast because you were already used to your legs. You heard some water splashing. You turned around and saw Hyunjin swimming towards you. It was too dangerous here in the Ocean for a human like him. You swam far out into the sea, but you still saw the ship.

“Y/N.”

he tried to shout.

“Y/N, wait, please.”

you stopped and turned around. He tried to keep his head above water, but he was so tired. You saw him sink a little underwater. You immediately swam over to him and grabbed him in an embrace. You kept his head above water as you swam to a nearby shore. This one was a little further than the normal one, it was not really accessible.

You laid him down and started knocking water out of his body. You started mouth to mouth breathing. You made sure you scooped up enough air. His eyes opened again and he gasped. You were still giving him life support. He straightened his back and started coughing. You looked at his chest, which was heaving.

“Y/N.”

he said softly. His fingers slid over your cheeks.

"Don't leave me alone, please."

"You wanted to sell me."

'They came in without my permission. I would never sell you after the time I had with you.'

'The time?'

“I feel alive with you Y/N.”

You grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his. Your tongue slid through his mouth. Your hands interwined.

"Let's go back, okay?"

he put a piece of hair behind your ears.

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Hyunjin carried you to his bed and laid you down. He trampled the members who took you. They were given community service for the coming months. They also came to you personally. Of course you forgave them, also because you bit them.

You lay on the bed and waited for Hyunjin to come back. He came in and locked the door. He sat on the bed next to you. He played with your hair. He started kissing your face softly. You took his hand and brought it under your dress. His fingers started rubbing your clit. He watched you react.

He lifted your dress and he attached his mouth to your clit. He devoured it, like a hungry man. Your back arched and you grabbed the sheet. He pinned your thighs on the bed, because they were a bit shaking. You came without a warning and he licked everything up.

You pulled his pants a little down so you could get his member out. You stroked it softly and brought it against your lips. You started licking the tip, your tongue slid over his length. Twirling around. You heard his whimpers above you. You saw some precum coming out.

Hyunjin positioned himself by your entrance. His face was already sweaty. He slid in with ease. He tore the dress loose so he could have access to your boobs. He nibbled on your nipples, with one hand he kneaded one of your breasts. You grabbed his chin and brought him back in for a kiss. You tasted each other.

His rhythm started to speed up. He pushed into you. He wanted you now, he wanted to feel everything about you. He grabbed your ankles with both hands and spread your legs wide. He pumped into you fast. He sucked your neck and licked everything he could reach. You threw your head back on the pillow.

'You are so Beautiful.'

he whispered in your ear. He started biting your earlobe. He let go of your ankles, but your legs remained open. He took one of your hands and placed it on the lower part of your stomach. You felt him pumping into you. You felt him all the way in it.

Hyunjin could already feel his orgasm coming. You felt drops of sweat falling on your body. He started to push into you more.

"Hyunjin, I am about to cum."

you said softly with your eyes closed. Hyunjin grabbed your chin so you looked at him as you came. You came moaning out his name, because of that he also came. You stared at each other for a while, just admiring each other.

Your hands went around his neck and you pulled him to you. Your arms surrounded his stomach. You were so small compared to him. You clung to him. His arms went to your waist. You fell asleep in this position with him.

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It was night and you opened your eyes. You looked to your right and saw Hyunjin sleeping. You stood up and put your dark blue dress back on. You went outside to the deck. You walked around there a bit. You went to the edge and leaned your arms. You looked at the waves of the sea. You missed that cold water. You missed your hair being wet. You heard some creaking of planks.

“Y/N.”

you heard someone whisper in your ears.

“I miss the water Hyunjin.”

his hands surrounded your waist.

'I know.'

he whispered in your ears.

“But I can’t leave my ship Y/N.”

you looked at each other. Your look changed.

"We'll find a way."

you said

. "Let's go back inside, okay?"

“Okay, babe.”

You kissed his cheek. You were back in bed with him. His warmth felt good, maybe even better than the cold water.

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Days passed and you felt homesick. You wanted to jump into the water, you couldn't help it. It was your siren instinct. You tried life on board, but it didn't work out. Every day you saw the beautiful waves, you saw fish and sea animals swimming. You wanted to swim with them, you wanted to go back to your family, to your friends,... You were on deck at night again. This looked like you were standing on the edge.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

“I can't hold on anymore, I want to get in the water, Hyunjin.”

"We have a bathtub?"

"That's not the same."

“What do you want to say,Y/N.”

"I'm a Siren, I live in water, Hyunjin."

There was a silence between you.

'I understand.'

“I'll never forget you Hyunjin. I love you so much, I don't know if I can leave you. I want you to come with me, but you can't.'

He came closer to you and kissed you softly.

“I love you Y/N, I'm never going to find love again. I will never make love to anyone else but you again.'

He had a chain around his neck, he took it off. He brought the chain to your neck and put it on for you.

"So you don't forget me."

"We'll see each other again, I promise."

"I'm not going to let you go if I see you one more time."

You kissed him on the cheeks and turned around. You looked back again and then jumped into the water. Hyunjin watched as your legs turned back into a tail. You disappeared into the water. Tears rolled down his cheeks. His tears dripped into the water.

“I love you Y/N.”

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thatfreshi · 9 months

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OKAY OKAY LET ME COOK TAV HAS AN ABUSIVE EX LOVER AND ASTARION AND TAV RUN INTO THEM

We're all just trying to cook out here, let us cook!

TW - run-in with abusive ex, bf and ex get into a fight

Recommended Song: I Didn't Change My Number - Billie Eilish

Evening walks, humidity in the air from the day's rain, hands intertwined. You can't ask for much more. While you and Astarion enjoy a good party-filled night, it's nice to simply observe the bustle of dusk, lovers just now finding each other in alleyways, ridiculous drunken fights. It's fun, making little comments about the surrounding chaos, Astarion mostly just making fun of people's outfits.

"I mean really, I have never seen such a gaudy scarf in my life, and I've lived for almost three hundred years!"

"Yes, I remember."

"I'm just saying, truly a bad scarf."

You cling to him, as you usually do. The streets of Baldur's Gate make you nervous, so many uncertainties, especially one man. You never told Astarion about your past lover, not wanting to burden him with all of that. After all, you have no idea if he still lives in the city, but it still makes your skin crawl, knowing he's out there.

"Are you alright my sweet?"

He noticed you had slowed your steps, zoning out.

"Of course."

You smile, hiding the thoughts quite well. Eventually, the two of you make it to a quieter part of town, and you both lean against a stone building, taking in the sights of the stars. As people silently pass by, a figure makes their way towards you from the street.

"Well, if it isn't Tav? How are you old friend?"

Goosebumps, chills all across your skin. Your ex, a half-drow, eyes a burning purple. You stay silent, and Astarion simply watches the situation play out.

"Who's this?"

His gaze moves to Astarion. You wrap yourself around your lover's arm, squeezing him tight.

"Tav, would you like to go?"

Practically ignoring the drow, he turns to you, trying to deal with your fingers digging into his skin. You nod.

"Now hold on, I just wanted to say hi! Tav and I, we have a past together, and it just so happens I haven't seen them in a long time."

A grin grows across his face, disgustingly intrigued by your current circumstances.

"Yeah... hi."

You don't make eye contact, simply agreeing. Not liking the way things are progressing, Astarion goes to grab for the dagger under his coat, keeping his hand on the handle.

"Oh, so your new lover thinks he's so scary, huh? I'm sure you've told him all about me, right?"

"Aster, let's just go, please."

Your voice is practically a whisper at this point.

"Hold on darling, it's okay. I've got you."

He steps between you and the drow.

"Unless you want to be splayed all over the cobblestones, I'd suggest you move along now."

The drow steps to him.

"Splayed? Are you sure about that pretty boy?"

You didn't remember just how tall he was, making Astarion look tiny.

"Astarion!"

You plead, scared that he's bit off more than he can chew.

"Aw, scared for the pretty elf are you? Seems things haven't changed, you're still just a fearful mouse, prey."

He's said too much now, and the vampire pulls his dagger, meeting the drow's knife. While he's distracted trying to hold off Astarion's blade, the second dagger comes out, piercing right through the drow's stomach. He got him good, knowing right where to stab that would make him bleed profusely, but not kill him, not if he was quick. Your ex cries out in pain, he wasn't expecting the second blade. Astarion pulls him in by the collar.

"I never want to see you in this city again, understand?"

Still wheezing in shock, the drow nods, clutching at his stomach. Astarion smiles, content with his work.

"Good. Now, I would get someone to patch that up soon, lest you bleed out in the dark somewhere."

With that, he scurries off into the darkness, and you realize a few people were staring at the spectacle.

"Apologies, nothing to see here!"

Astarion waves off the strangers, and turns back to you.

"Are you alright my dear?"

You're still in shock, not expecting to see him here, now. You nod, wrapping yourself around his arm again.

"It's okay my love, it's over."

You mumble, lying against his arm.

"I know, I just-"

"Shhh, hush now. Let's go home, alright?"

You nod, weeping from the fear that still hasn't dissipated. He wipes away your tears, and you try to smile at him.

"Thank you."

"Of course my sweet, anything for you, always."

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #angst #comfort

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nights-legacy · 3 months

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Long Locks & Soft Moments - Shiggy x Reader

Main Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ MHA #2

1003 words

Warnings: none.

+ A rare soft moment with Tomura where he's playing video games and you can't help but play with his hair.

Days have been quiet for a while. Everyone had been laying low for a while. A lot of the league had been injured to the point that there was no choice but to take rest. Including Tomura and myself. Tomura and I had hid out at a little place I had in a quiet part of the city.

I woke up from a nap on a rainy day. I could hear Tomura in the room with me along with the muted sounds of some war game I couldn't place. I rolled over and saw him sitting next to the bed with his back to me with his headset on.

"Idiots..." I heard him mutter. I smiled at his quietness. Normally, he is very loud when gaming but he was being quiet for me. I laid there comfortably and just watched him. I watched as his fingers flew around his controller. He was so focused. I couldn't see his face but I zeroed in on the movement of his hair. It has gotten so long. I just wanted to play with it.

"Mmm." I hummed as I stretched a bit. I propped my head up on my hand and looked at the time. It was nearly 7pm and I knew he wouldn't have eaten yet.

"Damn." He suddenly snapped. I saw him flinch at his own volume. I stayed silent and quickly laid back down and closed my eyes. I heard a sigh of relief leave him and kept myself from laughing.

I slowly sat up and crawled up behind him. I settled down behind him. I gently ran my hands up his shoulders to his neck, pulling his silvery hair back. He jumped and cursed under his breath.

"Jeez, you scared me." He looked back at me. He pushed the headset off of one ear. "Did you sleep well and did I wake you?"

"Yes I slept well and no you didn't wake me." I leant down and nosed the nape of his neck before kissing it. I felt his hand cup my head and he kissed the side of my head. "Are you playing co-op?"

"No." I nodded and straightened up. I gently slipped his headset off and turned them off. The sound of the game filled the room and Toma quickly turned it down a little bit. I began to brush the knots out of his hair with my fingers.

"Let me know if I pull too hard." I said softly.

"Why? You know I like that." I scoffed and he chuckled. We sat in silence as I played with hair. I heard soft sounds coming from him. At one point he had to pause his game before he melted into my touch. I giggled at him.

"Your hair has gotten so long." I mumbled as I began to massage and scratch his head. He groaned out loud and I smiled. He set aside his controller and laid his arms back on the bed.

"Fuck, baby. Maybe I should keep it this long if you do this more often." I bit my lip at his moans. His voice was raspier than normal, sending shivers down my spine. I reached forward and cupped his chin, taking his head back.

"Simmer down, boy." I kissed him. He cupped the back of my head, holding me to him. I finally got to pull away and went back to playing with his hair. I began to part the strands and French braided his hair. I tied it off and leant back to admire my work.

"You're very distracting." He said. I chuckled and began to rub his shoulders. Another guttural groan escaped his lips.

"Go back to your game. I'm going to go get us some food. I know you haven't eaten." I went to get up but in a fast movement, I was on my back with Tomura on top of me.

"Not so fast. I want a little more attention from you." He whispered into my ear. I gasped as he ravaged my neck. I grabbed onto his shirt. I felt the end of his braid that had fallen over his shoulder tickling my chest and giggled.

"Tomura..." I tilted my head to give him more room. He leant on his forearms on either side of me, caging me in. He wedged a leg between my thighs.

"Fuck baby." He pressed his knee into the apex of my thighs. I groaned, pressing the back of my hand to my mouth. I hooked my leg that wasn't pinned beneath him around his waist. I rocked against his leg.

"All because I played with your hair?" I huffed as he pulled away. I reached up and lightly tugged on the braid. He groaned and closed his eyes.

"Anything you do could, to be honest." He huffed before snaking his arm under my back. He went to arch my back while I kissed his neck but he accidentally caught some stitches on my side. I gasped in pain against his neck.

"Shit." He quickly put me back down and pulled back. He shimmied up my shirt to check the wound.

"Damn. It's bleeding a bit." He was up and off the bed in a nano-second. He came back into the room with some supplies. I sat up so he could clean it. We sat in silence for a bit until the sound of his stomach rumbling. I turned to look at him.

"Told ya."

"Shut up." He grumbled with a roll of his eyes but he had a smile on his face. "Let me finish and we'll get some food. You've been tired a lot lately, I didn't want to wake you up."

"Okay." I said softly as I watched him. He poked his tongue out in concentration, and I giggled, twirling the end of his braid between my fingers. This was something that nobody has ever seen. He may be the worst villain out there, but right here, he was just your soft, loving man.

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snoringkitty1 · 5 months

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Recharge

This is very different, writing on my phone :,>

Tw: Not proofread, just fluff :>

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You and Dan heng had spent all day running around on the Xianzhou ship. He didn't particularly like being on the ship without your company since, well, your soft gaze was one much better than the glares other vidyadhara gave him.

"The snacks here are really odd.." you stated, reading the lable on a drink you got from a vending machine. Dan heng was stood slightly off to the side, his arms crossed. "A pineapple and cream drink doesn't sound odd to me." He hummed and leaned over to read the lable.

"..I guess so." You shrugged and opened it up when you were about to try a sip. Someone harshed bumped into Dan heng, causing him to nearly fall over onto you.

You gasped, the drink getting spilled all over your face and shirt. Dan's eyes widened before he scowled and looked back at the man who'd practically shoved him on purpose, though the made seemed too proud and unbothered to be scared.

He didn't have time nor the social battery to deal with that. Instead, he gently grabbed your arm while you were still busy pouting about missing out on your drink and simultaneously ruining your afternoon.

"Here..hold still." You lowered your arms, so they rested idle at your sides, looking at your shirt with a frown. He snapped his finger, and suddenly, all the juice on your shirt began to..leave?

It's like the liquids were being sucked out, little bubbles of juice floating in front of you. The little glow in Dan heng's eyes told you it was his powers working the magic. It was pretty fantastical to watch.

Finally, all the little bubbles dissipated as if they didn't exist to begin with. "There..i'll buy you another.." he sighed and patted your head. You frowned and moved his hand down to hold your face.

"But..it wasn't even your fault! I can buy myself another, it's alright." You smiled and kissed his palm. He still seemed a little upset that you had been dragged into the prejudice involving his former self.

But seeing you happy raised his mood, despite the problems that occurred not even ten minutes ago.

No matter who interfered, you would not let anyone ruin this date. Even if his mood was already ruined.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Upon your return to the express, Dan heng had his arms crossed and his eyes closed as the two of you listened to March about how her date with Stelle went. His social battery was definitely going on empty, so as much as you liked listening to March, you wanted to help him feel better.

You snuck away from the lounge and went into the room you both shared. You toom the pillows and blankets from your mattress and made a big nest of pillows and blankets on his mattress. Cuddling would certainly lift his mood, right?

As you were putting the finishing touches on the pillow pile, the door opened with Dan heng in the way. His eyes widened a bit upon seeing the mess that was the pillow nest. "What is this?" He inquired as he closed the door and walked further into the room.

"A pillow nest!" You grinned and walked over to him, "i noticed how tired you looked after our date, and i didn't think you'd last long listening to March. So i snuck in here to make a cozy pillow nest." You smiled.

Seeing your smile made him smile, he sighed and leaned close to kiss your forehead. "What would i do without you.." he hummed and held your face before playfully pinching your cheek.

You smiled proudly and grabbed his hands, and pulled him over to the pillow nest. "C'mon, snuggles will help you recharge, right?" You smiled and let go of his hands and flopped onto the many blankets and pillows.

He followed suit and crawled in beside you, "always.." he hummed, "my favorite way to recharge.. is with you.." he mumbled and smiled as you pulled him close. "I'm honored.." you whispered, brushing your hand through his hair and smiling to yourself.

The silence that filled the room was what Dan heng would usually recharge in before he met you. But now, he craves your presence more than anything whenever he's tired of being around people.

The sound of your heartbeat and breathing were enough to put him right to sleep.. His eyes closed, and he did just that. He fell asleep in your arms, and tou were happy to have put him at ease.

He was just Dan heng here. He didn't need to worry about anything else. His favorite place to be, was right in your arms.

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Thanks for reading.

#dan heng #dan #heng #dan feng #honkai star rail #star rail #mihoyo #hoyoverse #march 7th #stelle #x reader #dan heng x reader #fluff #sr scenarios #spoilers #headcanon #boyfriend #boyfriend scenario

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ms--lobotomy · 4 months

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@lawnchair86 ORDER UP! More Peter Rabo for you!

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this is a sequel to the original which can be found here

summary: you struggle to get comfortable with your captor on your first day with him.

word count: 1259

content warnings: captive romance, colonization, reader is scared but something else, i guess it could be considered dubcon so beware

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Warm didn't even begin to describe how your face felt. You ran a hand along your collar, which had warmed up since it had first clasped your neck. Some of them had turned away, some of them had carried on with their business. Some of them stared. Even now you felt their stares on your back, their whispers from behind you. You would have at least liked the comfort of knowing what they were saying, whispering, hissing.

In the present, you felt chills crawl down your spine as you sat next to your captor. You looked up at him, hard at work on his next contraption. His gaze was intense, as if he were about to throttle the metal in front of him. Your chain was now tied to one of the legs of the table, a thick ring adjoining link to link.

"Is this how you intend on making me comfortable?" you almost muttered. You played with the chain in your fingers, it slid between them like silk.

"You're going to have to wait a little bit," he said gruffly. He turned the screw on the thing he was making, and you examined it a little more closely. You tried to make meaning of it, but the mess of wires and scraps of metal barely gave away what he was making.

"Can you at least tell me what you're making?" you asked.

Perturabo sighed, and put his hands on the table. "Robot? Automaton?" he sputtered. "Whatever it is in your language. You will be learning High Gothic soon enough."

You sighed, crossing your arms. "Maybe I don't want to learn your crusty old language," you scoffed, looking away from him.

The beginnings of a smile graced Perturabo's face. "Then how are you going to communicate with anyone here?" he asked. He reached for your jaw and took it in his hand, forcing you to come face to face with him. His fingers pressed into your skin, almost swallowing it.

You felt the heart in your chest racing, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He wasn't gentle, but it was a touch nonetheless. This was a man whose army left no survivors of your forces, save for yourself. But you weren't sure that fear was the only thing you felt. Your eyes met his quickly before they darted away.

"Go on. I'm waiting."

Despite your best efforts to maintain what little control you had, your lips quivered. "Fine," you spat. "You win. You have my homeworld, your... things killed my army. What more do you want?" You felt yourself shivering.

A laugh came out of the hulking demigod before you. "Is it not obvious, darling?" he bellowed before leaning down so that his face almost met yours.

That word again. It felt so unnatural on his lips, as if a man like him was not created to utter something so intimate. But it came out of him all the same. He was so close now that you couldn't avert your eyes, you had to look at him. Behold him. You opened your mouth to say something, anything to occupy the silence between you two, but failed miserably.

The hand around your jaw slid down towards your back, pulling you in closer to him. He used the finger on his remaining hand to part your lips. You froze.

"Just relax," he said, though it was more of a command than a suggestion. "Relax and remember who bandaged you."

He put his mouth on yours. You felt something primal in you, a deep desire to give in. You knew you shouldn't, you knew that you should be fighting for your planet until your last breath if need be. But did you really think you had any choice in the matter?

Just as you relaxed into the kiss, he pulled away. "You're not going to escape," he chuckled before unclasping the collar. You rubbed the raw skin where it used to be, having grown to appreciate feeling air around your neck.

He picked you up and put you on the ground next to him as if you were nothing more than a napkin being thrown in the bin. "I'm going to need to do this properly if I am to do it at all," he said, grabbing your arm and leading you to an empty wall. Your head was feeling light as he guided you to the wall, once again pinning you up against it as he knelt down. He was so close to you now.

And once again his mouth was on yours. That desire to give in was back, stronger than ever. It took a few seconds for you to reciprocate the kiss, give him what he wanted. As his tongue parted your lips, you felt your hands slip onto his chest. You could feel your jaw start to bruise from where he held it too tightly, but you pressed on.

Soon enough, he pulled away. "Perturabo..." you began, eyes wide. You were not entirely sure where to go from that first statement. Your hands fell from his chest, and one of his hands grabbed your wrist. It was tight enough to almost draw blood. You winced.

"You're easier to crack than you let on," he remarked, his remaining hand tracing the bruise on your face.

You opened your mouth to speak, but caught yourself. You were going to tell him not to tell anyone in your army, but who was left to tell? Your planet was in the process of being assimilated into that empire. Any remaining dissidents would likely be killed with the same brutality that your army had been wiped out with. Your brows furrowed and the corners of your mouth turned down.

"Let's get to bed," he smirked. "Unless you have any objections?"

You shook your head before opening your mouth to speak. "Am I just going to go to bed in this?" you asked, gesturing to your robes that you'd come to know as common in the culture you had been dragged kicking and screaming into. Perturabo chuckled.

Before long, you were nestled next to him on that outlandishly large bed in a new set of robes. His arms were wrapped around you as if he were holding a small pillow. He trailed his hand along your small body, stopping ever so slightly at the bandage. You were limp in his arms, facing away from him.

"Those people out in the ship," you said. "What were they saying about me?"

"Nothing important," he replied.

"I still want to know what they said," you said, "even if it's not important."

"We can start your lessons in High Gothic tomorrow," he replied groggily. "Just lay here with me for now."

You turned over to face him. He was roughly twice your size, with eyes barely open. The wires sticking out of his head were dark against his pale skin, skin that you could barely see in the dark. His face was worn and weathered with years of war visible in scars and lines. You didn't know if it was because he was the first one to come into physical contact with you in a long while, but he looked almost peaceful.

You pulled him into your chest. "Alright," you said. You reached through the wires to the back of his neck, your chin resting on the top of his head. His large arms kept you close to him as you began to drift into the best sleep you'd had in a long while.

#warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #perturabo x reader #reader insert #perturabo #warhammer lobotomy #i have brain worms. someone help me

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onskepa · 6 months

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Stxeli: I promise

Hellooooooo~!! Here is a new chapter of my stxeli series! Hope you all like this one! enjoy~!!

Stxeli series

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“As a tsahik, you are busy every day sa’nok, what time would you have for my baby sister?” Little Neytiri asks as she narrows her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. Mo’at doing the same stance, “and as a warrior in training, you have lessons to attend to ma’ite. Being with your teacher and helping with the clan, what spare time do you have with stxeli?”.

Eytukan couldnt help but let out a slow chuckle. They are at it again, his mate and child fighting over who can have stxeli for the day. It has become a daily thing, see who wins over stxeli. The baby in question was playing with some toys he carved for her, oblivious that her mother and sister are arguing over her.

But eytukan decides to take matters in his own hands. He has a rare free day today, why not have a nice father-daughter day? Liking the idea, he grabs stxlie in his arms, and quietly tells his family he will take the baby for the day. But he doesnt think mo’at or neytiri heard him as they continue to argue.

Walking around with stxeli in his arms, he lets her see their village, something the baby will never get tired of. Many young children say hello to him and his daughter, and he happily greets back. There is a lot they can do, but what exactly? She is fed and cleaned, so for the meantime he won't have to worry about that.

“Aaaaababababa!!” Stxeli squeals happily, her chubby legs kicking in the air. Lately she has been getting more physically active. She can crawl, but hopefully, she will walk too. “I think I know exactly where to go,” Eytukan says. Stxeli looks up at him with her gummy smile, already showing two little white peaks growing. Her teeth are also coming too.

They had her for a few months now, and already stxeli is growing up right before their eyes. Putting her on a carrying sling on his back, he sets out to a littler river not too far from the village. A place where children are often taken to learn the basics of fishing. And to enjoy fresh water.

“Abaaaa?” Stxeli calls out, curious where her father is taking her. Smiling softly, he answers her, “you will have fun where I am taking you, perfect to play around”.

The waters were calm and it wasn't that deep, perfect for stxeli to dip her little toes. Carefully bending down into the river, where it reaches up to his ankles, eytukan gently puts down his child. Firmly get gently holding her hands up as she laughs and giggles at the texture on her feet.

Laughter fills the area, the child's innocent giggles eytukan’s ears. Pleased and happy that his daughter was enjoying the water. Splashing water around as she kicks around. Even jumping at times. Her smile is ever so contagious.

Chuckling, eytukan sways her a bit, “alright lets try it, ready ma’ite?” he asks. Stxeli coos as if to answer her father. So, slowly, eytukan guide her step by step. Making sure the water doesn't slip her stance. “There you go, soon you will learn to walk and run. I am sure you will most likely hide behind our backs and scare us half to death” eytukan says while chuckling at his imaginary future.

The more steps stxlie took, the more confident she got, taking bigger eager steps. “Easy my child, why in such a hurry?” he wonders while easily keeping up pace. Stxeli only said some baby words to answer him, still gripping tightly on his fingers.

And to his surprise, stxeli took one big step and letting go of his grip. Was this the moment?

No, one step and she fell on her bum against a rock.

Not liking the stinging pain, with trembling lips, stxeli cries. Eytukan was quick to pick her up and rubs her little bum to soothe away the pain. “Sssshhh my young stxeli, no need to cry. It happens my child. Accidents happen and we learn from them” he softly whispers to her little round ear.

Gently bouncing her on his arm, her little cries died down as she sniffs away her tears. Eytukan wipes away his daughter’s remaining tears and smiles, “see? All better. Want to try again?”. Stxeli was quick to shake her head in protest. Eytukan accepts her choice and placed her on his lap as he sits near the river.

Stxeli explores his giant hands, tracing his hand wrinkles and band armor. Her soft coos of wonder bring warmth to his heart. He lets her wonder more and she stumbles upon his songchord. The na’vi remembers how stxeli has taken a liking to mo’ats and neytiri’s songchords. Of course stxeli has her own, but it is safely tucked away back at their home.

So, he takes out his song chord and swings it gently across stxeli’s face as she giggles, her hands chasing it. “You love my songchord don't you? One day, you will have your own, perhaps longer than mine. Long and beautiful, to sing and tell your story too” he tells her. Stxlie’s giggles are truly something. Her innocence and cheerfulness tug at eytukans heart. Every day he loves his child more and more.

“Here, this is my story” giving his songchord to stxlie, he begins to tell of his beginning to now.

After a nice lunch of fruit, which is what stxeli seems to only eat. Eytukan takes her further down the river, where it leads to a little pond. Water seems to be an element stxeli has come to enjoy. Eytukan wouldn't be surprised if his child learns to swim before walking. But as they made their way, there were sounds coming from the forage in the forest. Sounds of leaves being moved, twigs break.

He was quick to notice how silent the forest had become around them. Which can only mean one thing.

A predator is near. Very near.

And just like nothing, a growl was heard from his left, eytukan dodged it effortlessly. He grabbed his hunting knife as he held his child tightly. Stxeli began to whimper in fear.

Taking a good look at what tried to attack him, it was a viper wolf. Not good. They always hunt in packs. Meaning there is more he doesn't see. Not waiting for the viper wolf to make its move, eytukan ran quickly. And like a trigger, many more viper wolves appeared from their hiding

spots.

This only made stxeli scream and cries out of fear. He would try to calm her, but right now her safety is his priority.

If he could just-

Eytukan couldn't go farther as another viper wolf stood in his way. He can't fight with his child in his arms. The animal releases a mocking laughter, ready to lunge at the father. But eytukan was faster. Jumping high, he reaches for a vine and begins to climb.

Stxeli was crying her little soul out, eyes puffy and cant seem to stop. Once eytukan reached high enough, he found a small nook in a tree. Perfect. Quickly he grabs giant leaves and makes a cushion for stxeli.

“Ssshhh ma’ite. I'm here, I won't let anything hurt you” eytukan promises. Gently rocking his daughter to soothe her fears. “See? We are safe, come now. I believe it is time for you to nap” he coos.

Hopefully she sleeps very soon, eytukan knows those viper wolves will find them. He took a wrong turn and now they are farther away from the village. He needs to drive them far away before he could proceed heading back. And there is only so much daylight left. He needs to think fast.

So he takes his songchord out and sways it in a hypnotizing way. Stxeli follows his songchord, her eyes moving side to side.

Hearing her fathers soft voice and his melody, stxeli closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.

Good.

Gently he places her in the nook of the tree, adding more leaves for her head, cover and hiding the entrance as a disguise. Looking at his songchord, eytukan places it in stxelis chubby little hand to which she grabs it tightly in her sleep.

Making sure he closes it well, he whispers a prayer.

“Great mother Eywa, please do not let the dangers reach my daughter. Protect as I will guide the viper wolves back to you”

And as if on cue, he can hear the distant mocking laughter of the pack. A plan began to form, moving away from where he hid stxeli, he yanks off a thick branch, and makes a weapon out of it.

Viper wolves are vicious creatures where numbers are important. Attacking as one, will they get what they want equally. A clear strategy is there and it always works be it attacking a group, or a large prey.

But clearly they underestimate the mighty olo’eyktan.

One by one the viper wolves were taken down. Each slayed, and numbers dwindled in the pack.

Eytukan roared out as he brought the viper wolves back to their great mother. With his makeshift spear, tough woof and a sharp stone in front, he pierces the animals in the vital parts of their body.

What remained of the pack backed away and left. No longer seeing the worth of losing blood over one man. So they leave, running back to where they came from. And eytukan cries out his victory, raising his spear out to Eywa.

Falling to his knees, fresh blood paint on his hands and body, he prays to the animals he had to end. And to hope they make a safe travel when they meet with Eywa.

Atokirina surrounded the little nook where eytukan placed stxeli, quickly climbing to reach her. Mentally slapping himself, who knows how much time has passed, it was dark and he wasnt sure how long he was knocked out.

However, he was forever grateful to see his precious daughter being protected by the great mother. Removing the leaves that hid her well, he looks inside.

Stxeli was wide awake, with his songchord in hand and a little atokirina floating playfully around her. Her contagious giggles melted away his worries. Noticing him, stxeli reaches out for him.

“Aba!” she calls out. Complying to her demand, he grabs her and holds her in his arms. Letting out groans of worry and relief. How close was he to losing another daughter. Gently stroking her soft little head, taking in her scent, its her. Stxeli is with him, alive and well.

“Thank you great mother, I am forever grateful to you” he says to the atokirina.

Eytakan was tired but he had to take stxeli back to the village before more danger lurks. So steadily, he makes it back. And does he have a story to tell. It might give mo’at a fightful scare, and probably a lecture. But it will be worth it. Any fight is worth it. All to keep his children safe.

And so, after arriving safely back to the village. Eytukan was right. Mo’at wouldn't stop lecturing him as she tended to his bloody wounds, shoving medicine in his scares and mouth. And neytiri wasn't too far off either. Giving her piece of mind to him too.

Yet after all that, he still clinged on to stxeli, who in return didn't want to be apart from him and happily clinged on to him too. Her little head always listening to his heart beat, while chewing on his songchord beads.

So, in the fit of the moment, he held stxeli up, where they eyes could meet. A little drool escaped the baby’s mouth, but she was happy either way. Cooing at her father, her little fingers tickling his nose. So, placing his forehead against her smaller head, eytukan speaks.

“As long I am alive ma’stxeli te taksha mo’at ite, I promise you I will protect you. To make sure no harm ever comes to you. So please, smile, laugh, live at your best. Your happiness is my greatest gift. I love you forever. That is my vow. My promise”.

Aaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Yes I pulled some inspiration from kataru's screen time. Hope you all enjoyed this one! until next time! see ya!

Taglist: @galactict3a , @alastorhazbin , @vivangothic , @spookymomfriendtm , @moonchildxoxx , @thehoneymushroomhealer , @kat-the-kit , @my-skeleton-hats . @hoodiepandaninja16 , @sugurupookie

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limoreau watching horror movies!

they're in like a semi-established relationship. they know they like each other and they cuddle, but god forbid they make it official! word count: 928

jordan li was the happiest when they could take time off from school and t.a. work. enjoying those rare moments of solitude when they were able to relax in a mess of blankets, throw on a movie, and smoke a fuck ton of weed before they inevitably crashed for the night.

the only thing that made it better? when marie was there.

she would lay right next to them on the bed, sometimes she would throw one leg over them and rest her head on their chest as her reddened eyes watched the television screen. jordan's fingers would lazily graze along her back, her sides and her arm underneath the blankets, unable to keep their hands to themselves.

the movies they watched were usually stupid, raunchy comedies made by vought, so they could spend their time making fun of them.

this particular night, however, marie had suggested something new. emma was going on about how she and sam had watched some creepy horror movie that had left them feeling freaked out for days.

"a horror movie?" jordan questioned, smoke coming out of their mouth as they set their green glass bong onto their coffee table, holding a hand over their mouth as they coughed a few times, "you sure?"

marie was lying back on jordan's bed and amongst the pillows, her hands clasped over her stomach after smoking only enough to let her body relax. she nodded, "why not? i haven't watched a lot of them, i bet it would be fun."

jordan thought about it seriously for a moment, then shrugged, "fuck it. sure. you wanna' pick?" they asked as they looked around their surroundings with a hand out until they spotted their remote, grabbing it and tossing it to marie, "i'll watch whatever you want."

marie caught the remote and began flipping through the streaming service, watching jordan every so often as they smoked a tiny bit more before finally crawling back into bed with her, sitting up against the headboard.

"you won't get scared, right?" jordan hummed out the question as they watched her flip through the horror category, only slightly judging as she passed over a few of their favourite titles.

she scoffed, "i've seen worse, jordan." she said matter of fact, though, she wasn't completely sold, but it was just a movie. so what if she'd tried watching the exorcist when she was eleven and cried - this was different. she wasn't eleven anymore.

jordan stayed silent, watching as she paused over a movie, hovering over te play button - the conjuring. it was a classic. some girls at red river had watched it on the computer once, but she didn't join.

"you really want to watch that?" jordan asked, looking over at marie, "why don't we watch, like, scream, or something?"

marie perked up slightly, turning her shoulders to look at jordan better, "why not this one?"

"don't get me wrong, it's one of my favourites," they smirked, "but it's freaky, you know."

"oh, come on. it can't be that bad." marie rolled her eyes, turning back to the television and pressing play. she wasn't going to let jordan decide what she could watch.

it was, in fact, a bit bad. it was fine for a while, the intro storyline about that annabelle doll was more unsettling than anything else. yet, as the storyline continued, the more marie began to feel her palms get clammy. her high had completely worn off and she was holding the blankets tight against her chest.

jordan looked at her through the corner of their eyes, turning their head only slightly. it was so cute. the way her eyes were slightly squinted as if somehow that would make the jumpscares any less scary.

anytime a scare happened, she'd twitch in place and throw her hands over her eyes. it was cute. just as jordan turned back to the screen, they were met with a jumpscare that caused them to flinch back against the headboard, hard, and let out a yelp. marie was scared, too, but from behind her hand-covered face, she let out an abrupt laugh, "jordan!" she cackled, "are you okay? you hit the headboard hard," she had to talk through laughs, slowly dropping her hands to look over at them.

"i'm fine," jordan answered, looking to marie as she laughed. their own lips curved into a smile and they couldn't hold back the laugh that bubbled up to match hers, "i told you, it's fucking freaky!" they explained through their laughs.

the laughter between the two of them was contagious, one of those laughs that made you laugh harder when you'd try to talk about it. the ones that would make your stomach cramp and cheeks grow sore. the kind you don't forget.

jordan eventually fell against marie's side and eventually moved so their head was situated neatly on her lap, clutching their stomach as tears reached their eyes. marie tried so hard to stifle her laughter as she looked down at them.

it felt like hours later when they were able to calm down, having not paid attention to much of the climax of the movie because of it.

"horrors aren't that scary," marie finally managed to speak through her final bouts of laughter, gentle and tired, as they absentmindedly raked her fingers through their hair.

"did you see the way that got me? of course, they're scary!" jordan grinned. then they were laughing again, teasing each other about their reactions to the scares.

jordan swore they'd never be able to watch another movie without marie.

#limoreau #jordan li x marie moreau #jordan li #marie moreau #gen v #in this ask... sam is just a regular student and emmas lil bf!!#also casual weed smoking limoreau is my favourite limoreau #wordsbyspatial #spatialanswers

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uhhhitsgray · 2 years

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Gamer Boy

↳ Pairing Eren Yeager x reader ↳ Warnings: nsfw, eren x fem reader, smut, orgasm delay kind of - if you squint, some fingering, blow job. ↳ w/c: 3.4k~

"Bruh, I need a healer! Where the fuck is Connie?!"

"Of course he got food without telling anyone."

"Ah shit. I died in their spawn, left side."

"Shut the fuck up Jean, you're bottom of the team!"

This was all you had been hearing for the last few hours - Eren playing games with his friends. He was already gaming when you let yourself into his apartment earlier in the day. He paused for a moment, giving you a peck on the lips as you told him you were fine with hanging out while he still played.

Though, your answer may have been a bit different if you knew he'd be playing for this long. His gaming wasn't the issue at all actually. You two played games together all the time. The issue was you becoming gradually more horny as your mind played out scenarios of him fucking you stupid.

Oh how your core was now aching for his tender, yet at the same time rough, touch. How you craved the way he'd always twist your nipples just the way you like it to incite an instant moan to slip from your lips. How his fingers moved inside you, how he filled you up perfectly.

Fucking hell.

His back was facing you in his chair at his desk, headset on, arms moving across his keyboard and mouse. His veins exposed, muscles flexing as he moved. His hair in the normal bun it was usually in, it looked good but would look better with your hands weaved through it.

Walking up behind him from the bed, your hands snaked around his neck. Eren jumped slightly, pulling one side of his headset off of his ear. "Holy shit you scared me." He let out a small laugh.

"Yeah?" You breathed on his neck, placing kisses down the one side as your hands slid forward on his chest.

"One sec, guys." You heard Eren say as he pressed his mute button on his keyboard, turning his head to look at you.

"Baby, I'll be done after this game, okay? Promise."

You let out a small groan, your hand running up his neck, finger trailing over his adams apple. "Hmm - can't wait for you," the kisses you place on his neck are turning into nibbles. "Need you now Ren."

His body stiffened slightly, eyes still on the monitor in front of him.

You kiss his neck. "I want to play a game too. How about I get on my knees under your desk…" You kiss the other side of his neck. "And suck your pretty cock, hm?" You bite his neck, your hands slowly trail down his chest, down his abs as your first finger dips into the waistband on his shorts and briefs.

He takes a staggered breath in as his eyes glance down to your hands.

Your finger moves away from his waistband, "But, keep playing your game. Unmute your mic, act like nothing is happening. Yeah?" Your hands yet again wander down the outside of his shorts to find his cock already half hard, you smirk to yourself.

Eren swallows next to you, "Yeah, okay." His breathing is already faltering some, his response breathy.

Without another word you're on your hands and knees, crawling under his desk. Fingers dancing up the outside of his hips up to the waistband of his pants. Pushing your fingers inside of his pants, his skin is soft and warm to the touch.

"Lift up baby." You state in-between his legs. In a brief second his thighs are pushing off the chair under him as you tug side to side to pull his shorts and briefs off.

As his bottoms pool to his feet, Eren picks up one foot after another moving the clothing out of the way. Once both feet were planted on the ground you scoot forward placing kisses on the inside of his thighs. Erens legs closing slightly at the sensation.

You giggle, "Spread your legs a bit Ren. Don't be shy." Eren shifts his weight a bit in his seat as he spreads his legs more for you.

"I can leave this game right now if you want." Erens voice wavers a bit as you nuzzle your cheek into his thigh, lazily stroking his cock that was gradually getting harder.

Eren pushes his chair back a bit, allowing him to see you in between his legs. You hold his cock up, running your tongue from his base to his flushed tip. "But baby, that'd defeat the purpose of the game." You smirk up at him.

Erens head lulls back at the sensation, a groan escaping his lips. "Do as you please baby, but when you're done I'm gonna fuck you so good." He leans down a bit, holding your chin with his thumb and finger. "You want that, princess?"

You can feel a heat pool between your legs, your eyes glazing over at the words that fell from his lips. A nod was the only thing you could manage. Erens thumb brushes the side of your cheek, "I thought so."

He gives you a wink as he scoots his chair under the desk again, cock hard and hanging heavy between his legs.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm back. Yeah everything's good." You heard Eren continue to talk to his friends, but you ignore the chatter above you as your eyes look over his cock in front of you. Thick, and long with a vein that runs up the side. His tip was shiny as you continued to smear precum over him.

Your hand loosens around him as your place kisses and nibbles on his thighs as his muscles become tense. You could say you had an obsession with thighs, but who could blame you with his thighs splayed before you. Smooth, tan and muscular. Fuck he was pretty.

"Mmmm…" Eren let out the smallest groan as you tighten your grip on his cock, moving your mouth over his tip as your tongue dances circles over it.

You hear him clear his voice from above you, "Yeah I'm good."

"I did not moan, I just got a cramp in my foot." You smile to yourself. You move your mouth further down his cock, bobbing your head up and down on his shaft. Your tongue rubbing on the underside of him.

"Fucking h-hell." Eren whispers out, your eyes shifting upwards watching his stomach rise and fall as his breathing quickens beneath his shirt.

"Huh?" Eren speaks into the mic. You remove your hands from his cock, running your hands up on the top of his thighs, stopping right below his hips as you continue to suck his cock.

"I am n-not stut-terring." You feel his thigh muscles get tight under your palms. You entice him to slip up more by digging your nails into his skin. You hear him let out a shaky breath.

Cute that he's trying so hard to hold it together.

Your hand makes it back over to his cock as you move your mouth off of it. Pumping his cock, it’s ungodly hard right now, that's covered in a mixture of saliva and precum. Slick noises are almost becoming too loud under the desk.

You see a bead of precum leak from his head, your hand pauses at the base of him. You circle your tongue over his head and flick your tongue over his precum soaked slit. His body flinched under your control.

"Hm? Yeah I'm here." If you could see Eren's face right now, you could probably cum on the spot. You were sure his pretty face is brushed a light shade of pink across his cheeks and nose. His pupils are probably blown in those beautifully blue green irises of his.

You take your mouth off his cock, you could feel how soaked you were without even touching yourself.

Fuck.

You needed to sit on his cock, you needed to be filled by this man now.

You crawl out under his desk, Eren's face looking exactly how you pictured. You smile up at him, sighing, "Pretty."

You stand taking your clothes off behind Eren, you watch him for a second as his weight shifts in his chair almost as if he's looking for relief to his heavy cock between his legs.

You turn his chair slightly, pulling a leg over his lap straddling his lap.

Eren pulls a side of his headset off his ear again, pressing a key on his keyboard, muting his mic then moves both hands to your waist, blown pupils finding yours.

"Couldn't wait princess?" His hand is running up your stomach, kneading one of your tits in his big hands.

"I dunno, you tell me." You grab the hand that's holding your breast and move it down to your pussy.

Eren's eyes become dark as his fingers feel just how wet you were for him. A finger pushes past your entrance as he moves his finger in and out of you. A low growl leaving his mouth, "Fuck baby."

You grab his wrist, pulling his finger out of you, "Play your game Ren."

Eren shoves the finger that was inside you into his mouth, licking the juices clean. You could feel his cock twitch under you. "Hhmmm, as you wish baby."

His body shifts under you, sitting up straighter to allow better and more comfortable access to his cock for you.

Your thighs press against his outer thighs, as you scan over his features as Eren tries to take his focus back to his game.

"Sorry, I'm back."

"Yes, I'll actually try this game."

"Huh? Nothing.. just been a bit distracted the past few games, all good."

You giggle to yourself as if he wasn't about to be distracted again in a few seconds.

You shift your body weight to one leg, reaching between your legs to grab Eren's cock. Rubbing his tip against your wet pussy, you notice Eren biting his lip. Probably trying to keep a moan in more than anything.

You lean your upper body closer to his chest. Your bare nipples touching his chest covered by his t-shirt. As you sink yourself down onto his cock, your nipples brush down his chest as your breath fans over his neck. You close your eyes as pleasure washes over you. Eren's eyes locking into yours as his head lulls back, lips pursed trying his damnedest to not make a noise.

You hear faint chatting through his headset, sounds of his name being called but he wasn't answering. His eyes still held your stare as you slowly started to bounce on his cock.

"I … hmph …" Erens hand that was on his mouse is now grabbing onto your waist, squeezing the skin as you keep your slow movements up. He lets go of your side, as if he needed to squeeze you to regain some sort of composure. "Yeah, I hear ya Connie. I'll be r-right there."

You lean your head forward, forehead resting on his shoulder as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair. You hear the chime in his headset indicating he muted himself. His big hand runs up the back of your neck, grabbing a handful of hair yanking your head back to look at him.

"You're not be-eing fair right now."

You slowly lowered yourself on his cock, shifting your hips to push him even further into you, a soft moan escaping your mouth, "How so?"

He pulls your head further back, as he sucks the skin on your neck. "You're being a fucking brat. And -" Eren pauses, his eyes rolling back into his head as you start rocking your hips on his cock. He lets out a groan beneath you, "And you know what happens when you're a brat."

Eren lets go of your hair as you lean your face into his neck, lips brushing his skin placing soft kisses as you pick up speed of you riding his cock. You whisper into his ear, "Think you needa remind me, Ren."

"Yeah?" His thumb is rubbing across your bottom lip, his eyes watching as his thumb pulls your lip down.

He unmutes his mic, "Something came up guys I gotta go."

"I'm fine, I'll talk to you guys later."

He leaves his match, taking his headset off and sitting it down on the desk. Scooting his chair back more as he grabs your ass, lifting you up so high off his cock just the head is still inside and he bucks his hips up into you.

Moans falling out of your mouth, "Fuck Eren!"

"Say. My. Name. Again." He states between every thrust into you. Your body turning into jelly as he continues to fuck into you. A hand grabs your tit, twisting your nipple just the way you like it. Your back is arching into him.

You moan out his name as your forehead has found the familiar home again on his shoulder, as you feel his hand grabbing your face, turning it towards him. "Can't be tired already princess, we're just getting started." Before you could even spill words out of your mouth Erens putting his hands under your thighs, holding you as he stands and walks you over to his bed.

He leans over, placing you on his bed as he places a soft, gentle kiss on your lips. He pauses, leaning back to peel his shirt off of his body and takes in the view of you below him. Your left leg out straight in front of you as the right is bent at the knee. He has the perfect view of your wet pussy, lips a faint shade of red from him rutting into your moments ago.

"On your stomach, princess." He says from above you, palming his cock as he watches your naked body pull a pillow under your stomach, back arching as you push your arms above your head, face squished into the bed below you.

"Fuck, who's got you this wet baby?" It's a rhetorical question, but a question to feed his hungry ego.

You spread your legs further apart for him, displaying your soaking cunt below him. Your eyes look behind you, catching his. "You. You've made me this wet. Just thinking about you fucking me has been driving me mad."

He lets out a small laugh as his middle and ring finger rub up and down your pussy, dipping his fingers into you as he curls his fingers just the right way in you.

"Hmn … Eren, fuck. That feels good." You moan out, your pussy tightening around his fingers.

You let out a small whimper as he removes his fingers from your pussy as he leans his tall frame over your back, "Tell me how good you taste for me." His fingers move in front of your mouth as your part your lips and suck his fingers, moaning as you make eye contact with him. "I taste so fucking good."

He loved every second of it and you could tell.

"Yeah?" He asks, as you feel his cock rub up and down your slit again.

Before you can answer he's pushing his cock into you, slow and deep.

"Hmn, fuck." He groans out from behind you. Pleasure washes over you, making it impossible for words to form.

A few pumps in and Eren is making a smooth and steady pace for himself. You turn your head to the other side, mumbling something under your breath.

“What’d you say baby?” Eren pauses his thrusts for a split second.

“Harder. Fuck me harder, Ren.” Your blown pupils catch his stare.

A devilish grin spreads across his face as he leans forward grabbing a handful of your hair pulling your body upwards. His warm breath fans across your neck as he speaks, “You mean like this?” He lets out a slow groan as he pulls himself almost fully out, letting go of your head as he bends his knee planting his foot on the bed below you two. His hand is holding onto your hip as he pushes himself hard and further into your soaking cunt.

“Fu-uck … hmn!” You moan out below him, vision becoming blurry as he continues to thrust into you with a rhythm that is driving you insane.

“More … more please.” You beg beneath him as if he wasn’t already fucking you perfectly.

Eren lets out a low groan behind you, “You’re being a needy little thing aren’t you?” Slick noises becoming louder the longer he fucks into you, “Hmn, you hear that ba-aby? That’s all you making those noises. Fucking hell.”

Your pussy tightens around his cock, Eren’s heading rolling back at the feeling. “Getting so tight on me princess.”

Your moans and whimpers are becoming louder with every thrust of his cock, your skin feeling tingly as your body gets closer to the orgasm you’ve been chasing.

“Not so fast now. Cumming so easily isn’t what I’ve taught you, is it?” He pulls his cock out of you, removing the pillow from below your stomach. “On your back baby.”

You mindlessly do as you’re told, too fucked out to even bother to answer him. Eren scoots close to you, his hands pushing your thighs up as he wraps one around his waist. In a split second he’s leaning over you, the loose strands of hair touching your forehead as his hand grips around your throat squeezing slightly. “Answer me, brat.”

“N-no, you didn’t teach me that - ah! Fuck Eren.” Your statement turns into a moaning mess as he slides the head of his cock back into you.

Your head lulls to the side as he starts fucking you with the force from before. Eren has a smirk plastered on his face as he watches your cheeks blush, your chest is heaving as you pant below him. Eren leans back on his legs, his hands running up your thighs to your knees, pushing your legs into your chest. “You look so pretty being fucked like this. Feels good to know you’re a mess because of me.”

“Only you…” You pant out, your eyes locking in with his. “Only you can do this to me.”

“Yeah, that’s fucking right princess.” He leans over you, pulling his dick out slightly, his lips meeting yours. His lips are soft on yours, as his tongue enters your mouth, sloppy kisses are exchanged as he slams his cock back into you.

“Hmn … hmm.” You moan into his mouth, your hands travel to the back of his head, fingers lanced in his hair pulling him closer.

His thumb moves down, circling over your clit. As if you weren’t already a moaning mess, you surely are now. “Cum for me princess, you deserve it. I’m right there with you.”

Eren leans back, away from your face as he keeps rutting into you. His movement falters as your pussy tightens around his cock, your eyes roll back into your head - back arching off the bed below you.

“Fuck … ah Eren!” Your hand grabs his forearm squeezing as your orgasm washes over you.

Your body shakes below him, as he slows his movement to allow you to ride out your orgasm. “Fu-ck.” His voice stutters, his body twitches above you as he pauses. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, can feel his cum fill you to the brim.

His hand runs through his hair as he finishes emptying himself in you. Small whimpers come from your mouth at the feeling of him finishing.

You’re still panting as he pulls his cock out of you, laying down next to you. Eren lets out a sigh, “Holy shit.” He tilts his head to the side to get a better look at you. Your cheeks are flushed, bits of your hair sticking to the side of your face.

Your forearm covers your eyes as you try to steady your breathing, “You’re fucking amazing.”

Eren rolls onto the side of his body, “Yeah?” He kisses your cheek. “You’re fucking amazing too princess.”

You turn your head, holding his face in your hands giving him a kiss. “Hm, good.”

#eren aot #eren x reader #eren x you #eren smut #eren yeager #attack on titan #aot smut #aot fanfiction #aot fandom #eren oneshot #eren yeager smut #alternate universe #modern setting

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tastefulyongbokie · 2 years

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KINKTOBER ♡ Breeding Kink w/BangChan

‼️ this story contains 18+ content please continue with your own desecration

⚠️ warnings!! ; smut, breeding kink, choking, spit kink, dom/sub themes, thigh kissing, oral (f receiving), profanity, possessive chan, marking, unprotected sex(wrap it up y’all), names such as 'baby' & 'babygirl', Daddy kink, creampie

📌 pairings!! ; producer!bangchan x afab!reader

🖋 word count!! ; 1k

📖 genre ; smut/fluff

tag list : @monstaxdirtywonk (comment to be added)

Late nights were always rough for you and Chan. Recently Chan had been staying at the studio late. He was focusing on his records and producing stats. Leaving you all alone. You don't have much to do anymore since you have finished with your studies. You usually spend your nights talking on the phone with him until you fell asleep. He sometimes would beg you to get some rest which you denied and protested to stay awake until he was ready to come home. This night was different among many. Chan had an off day. He came home earlier than usual. You of course had him dinner ready, but once you saw his face you sat his plate down right at the table and walked over to him cupping his face in your hands.

“Is everything alright?” You asked with worry laced in your voice. He stared up at you with an odd look in his eyes and he reached up holding your hands in his.

“I missed you” he mumbled and you could only smile leading him to the couch. You sat him down and brought over his food. You held up the food and spoke.

“Eat up baby, then we can talk.” You said making him smile. After you finished feeding him you both laid on the couch together watching a collection of movies. You comfortably sat on the couch while Chan laid between your legs. The reason he came home was because he missed you so much. Your scent. Your touch. Your voice. Your skin. Everything he missed of you. Your eyes glued to the TV , you felt a pair of lips press against your inner thighs making you lightly giggle.

“Oi.. what are you up to?” You asked, but no response he shifted his position pinning you to the couch he hummed lightly and placed his lips against yours.

“I missed you so much, let me show you my love.” He spoke and gripped onto your waist as he sat up from the couch pulling you with him. By instinct you wrapped your legs around his waist as his own hands traveled up your shirt gently rubbing on your hip. Chan pressed his lips against yours, he got up from the couch and took you to your shared bedroom. Once inside he wasted no time to get rid of the articles of clothing from your body making you whine. His shirt came off you couldn't help but stare at each groove of his abs and the way his muscles looked so good. It got you thinking how his hands would feel around your neck. You and Chan have had sex several times before, but it wasn't intense. It was always love making. Sweet vanilla gentle sex. He was always so scared to break you because of his size. Once taking off his pants he crawled back on top of you placing gentle kisses down you neck.

"Missed you s' much" he said gently biting your neck making you whimper. He was marking you. You were his. He wanted everyone to know. He continued to kiss down to the hem of your adorably laced panties. He slid then down kissing your thighs right to your heated core. He looked right up at you. He wanted to see how he made you feel. He licked a stripe right up your pussy. The contact of his tongue with your clit made you shiver. You looked into his eyes as he licked another one a smirk on his lips as your hips stuttered. You bit your lip as he stuck his tongue inside. He began to eat you like he was starving for days. The languid licks and slurps came from how juicy your pussy was. Your moans bounced of the walls encouraging Chan to move his tongue faster. He inserted three fingers and sucked on your clit. Suctioning it into his mouth and slowly pulled away before diving back in.

"C-Channie!" You whimpered as he slapped your thigh surprised by the sting your eyes shot wide open and looked down to see him he pulled away from your pussy.

"Wrong name babygirl" he said as you felt yourself become needy for him. For his cock.

"D-Daddy.. " you said with a shaky breath with his eyes glued to yours.

"Good girl" He spoke sending shivers down your spine.

"Want you.. " you said with your eyes lidded and your pussy clenching around nothing. He let out a deep chuckle at the sight. As he leaned down and grabbed your chin.

"Want me?" He questioned. You began to nod vigorously in need and hope until he smirked and whispered to you. “Beg..”

Your heart was beating quickly and your face was red. Sex with Chan never felt this intense. He’s never asked you to beg for it. You just closed your eyes to feel more at ease with what raunchy words that were going to leave your mouth. That tranquil moment was interrupted as he grabbed your chin with a growl deep behind his voice.

“Look at me. Eyes on me. I want to hear you beg for my cock” it was such a vulgar sentence that made you weak. Your eyes met his and you were like putty in his hands.

“Please Channie I- ahh!” a smack was landed on your thigh and bit your lip.

“Wrong name baby” he said as he backed up from you. The disappointment in your eyes made you start to uncontrollably say things as you thought he was going to stop.

“Please daddy! Don’t stop! Fuck my needy cunt all you like! Please use me and fill me up daddy! Breed me!”

Those words… something deep inside Chan ignited as his hand rested on his belt buckle. He was shocked. He could only smirk. He switched up so quickly and immediately unbuckled his belt sliding his pants off and removing his boxers. His thick cock springing out he climbed on top of you pulling lube out from the drawer. He only needed a little bit as he saw your glistening wet pussy ready for him. As he lathered his girth he stared down at you lustily.

“Want me to breed you baby? Fill you up all good with my cum? Breed you a fill you up I want you to keep it all in too okay?” And within a second he was plunged inside you making you sigh in satisfaction as you felt him slide against your gummy walls. Chan let out a low grunt as he gripped onto your thighs spreading them apart.

“Yea like that, spread those legs baby” he bit his lip looking down at you as you were already a mess from just him sliding in. He wondered what you are gonna look like when he shoots his load inside you. Soon he began to thrust in and out his pace steady as a voice in the back of his head told him to be careful. As Chris was much. More larger than you he was always scared like you were to break like glass.

“Is that all you got? Hmm I thought daddy was strong with these big arms he has” you teased him as yet again your words affected him so much. You might as well woken up a monster as Chris began to immediately pound into your cunt. The loud slapping sounds of his skin against your pussy.

“What was that huh? God you’re impatient, you just want me to destroy you, break you, and fill you up like a dumb slut huh?” He spat his words out as he used his one hand to spread your left thigh wide and use his other to wrap it around your neck. Applying pressure he began to choke you as he pounded into you. He glared at you like you were a dirty whore which made you clench around his cock. He hissed from the feeling releasing his grip a bit around your throat.

“Such a dirty slut, like it when I fuck you huh? Treat you like a bitch?” He groaned as you were basically mind fucked by this point. You were drunk on his cock as he fucked into you. The was your tits bounced with each intense thrust. Your moans and squeals from each one is all that was heard you couldn’t even form a sentence just the way Chan likes it. He gripped onto your throat as you managed to whimper out.

“S’ c-close..” he smirked and made you look at him.

“Open your mouth baby” he groaned at the feeling of your pussy around him as you opened your mouth he spit into your cavern making you close your mouth and huskily whispered. “Swallow”. You immediately obliged afraid he’ll stop fucking you. He shivered at the sight of you swallowing his saliva. He leaned down and kissed you with a passionate lust. He fucked himself deeper with each thrust groaning at the feeling around him. He was getting close as he placed his forehead against yours.

“Cum for me baby, cum” he moaned out as you began to scream his name which encouraged himself to pound into your hole.

“Breed me p-please!” You screamed from the overstimulation. Honestly who cares about neighbors huh? Maybe the guy next door will get it through his head this time, that you belong to Chris. Only to Chris.

“Fuck, fuck fuck! Gonna fill you up so nice!” He moaned out as with one last harsh thrust he gripped onto you hips as he spilled his seed inside you. He stared into your eyes softly moaning out your name as both of you were heavily breathing at that point. “My pretty baby nice a full..” he panted as he you reached up playing with his hair.

“Just yours.. C-Chris” you whimpered as you felt the warm liquid inside you, but Chris felt like it wasn’t enough he pulled out before he slammed back in making you dig your nails into his back. It was going to be a long night before he felt like he filled you up just enough.

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façade, pt. seven : the spy and the spied on - steve harrington x fem!reader

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summary: The Upside Down is uncharacteristically quiet, Hawkins is not. Time for goodbyes. warnings: (reading the first series is highly recommended) /NSFW/, no use of Y/n, she/her pronouns with no physical description, violence, near death experiences, blood, weapons, insecure thoughts, angst, self doubt, trust issues, jealousy, nightmares, anxiety disorders and depression (warnings for the entire series not the individual parts) state: in development word count: 5.6k a/n: I apologive in advance for the tears, I'm also not paying for anyone's therapy

façade the first series | the sequel | spotify playlist | pt. eight

The only thing he remembers as he awoke is the headache hurting the side of his skull, with the swift touch of his fingertips he felt cold, drying blood running along his temples.

He struggled to sit up, he felt like his head was throbbing, he swore he could feel his heartbeat against his temples, his hands found themselves to be holding his head, his eyes tightly shut as he tried to let the dizzy spell go away.

He looks around, and everything falls back into place, panic settles in his body, whispering to his ear like a devil on his shoulder. He was so ready to flee away, give a response to those snake whispers, then his eyes frantically fell on the one who made those anxious thoughts leave.

He hurried next to her, a pretty big piece of beam blocked her upper body, levelled up on the side only so she wasn’t completely crushed, he didn't try touching it, scared that it could hurt her more if he wasn't careful. He decided on waking her, his eyes were hurrying on her body, trying to spot any wounds, but he couldn't see the blood dripping from her abdomen, hidden by the lack of light and her black long sleeve shirt.

Here goes nothing..

She was awakened by a pair of arms shaking her back to consciousness, a soft but urging whisper summoning her awake, the first thing she saw was Eddie’s brown widened eyes, the sky was hardly lighter than the first time she was awake, but she could see his figure, she wasn’t surrounded by miles of absolute darkness.

His hands gripping her shoulders were moving toward the piece of beam, and as she looked down to his fingers, she remembered the pain that went with moving, she could feel the blood staining the layers of clothes she had, heavy rings of old, maroon blood, fresh darkened red blood, and that iron smell.

Eddie was lifting and pushing the piece of beam that blocked her, as he levelled it up, she realised she wouldn’t have any other choice but to crawl sideways on her own, despite the wound and more importantly, the pain.

She bit her lips as she started moving sideways, she didn’t want to make any sound but couldn’t help but welp in pain, uncontrolled grunts leaving her lips as she felt strong flashes of pain radiating her upper body, along with more warm blood that created an overwhelming contrast with the rest of her body, she realised at that moment that she felt cold, she was freezing.

Eddie let go of the beam and rushed to her side, even though it was dark, they could see just a tiny bit when the red lightning struck through the sky.

They didn’t exchange any words, glances were enough, he knew he needed to be vigilant when his hand touched something sticky along the bottom of her long sleeve shirt, their eyes met.

He looked, couldn’t see anything until the lightning revealed a piece of wood impaled in her lower abdomen, the size of a butter knife’s handle, his eyes and eyebrows widened in shock, she could see fear and panic settling on his face.

It’s almost like she could hear his train of thoughts, like, “What am I gonna do if you die then and there?”

She tried putting his hands away to get up, trying to lean on her hands but she failed miserably to hide the pained groaned, “I’m fine, I just— Erh”

“If you fucking tell me you’re fine when you’re clearly not, I’m gonna lose my shit. You’re obviously not fine and I don’t fucking know what to do.”

“Neither do I Eddie, but we have to—” she paused as she flinched, she saw Eddie’s eyes, behind their strict browny shine, they reflected fear, he was afraid, his hands reaching her lower back and her arm, helping her sitting down, breathless, “—we need to find the others, and leave as soon as possible.”

“How? You’ve got a piece of wood inside your abdomen ! You can’t move !”

“We don’t know how bad it—”

“Oh my fucking God ! Are you fucking serious ?!,” He had raised his voice, and involuntarily, he had been given his location just by the strength of his voice to some Demobats who had started roaming around the area, silent, hidden in the darkness.

His hand was about to raise up her shirt, curious and apprehensive of her wound, when he heard the most familiar shriek piercing through the sky, his head jerked so fast toward the sound, a red lightning struck at the right time, everything paused, he felt his body break out in a cold sweat, a chill running along his spine, goosebumps rising on his arms.

His body had such a visceral reaction to seeing them flying towards them, not it, not one Demobat, them, a wave of them just coming at them; his body jumped straight to panic mode.

He turned towards her and rushed to get on his feet to pull her up, ignoring her pained pleas, he heard some movements along the edge of the forest next to them, and he voluntarily decided to ignore it, even though he had the worst intuition ever.

With one hand tightly intertwined in hers, they started walking away, he could hear the wings flapping in the air towards them, he ignored her complaints, pained pleas, he tightened his hand intertwined with hers’, grabbing more of her wrist and started running.

He couldn’t precisely see where they were headed, he only thought that perhaps if they went further into the forest, the bats couldn’t follow them and they didn’t. He counted on the lightning and the colour of the portals to see and know where to not go, but he didn’t think that maybe the gate had lost its colour, perhaps it gained its black, dormant colour back.

Because he certainly didn’t see the ten feet portal they had just fallen into.

No, he certainly didn’t see that coming.

What he remembers is the pain, that electric shot through his leg, the wobbling vision as he could taste the bile in the back of his throat. First thing he saw as he began seeing clearer was Dustin sitting next to him, his hurt leg completely extended.

He looked around, a small torch was lit up, it was obscure but he could see where they were. Well, in where they seemed to be, he had heard about it through Dustin but he had never been inside Hopper’s cabin.

“He’s up.”

Nancy and.. Jonathan..? approached him and that’s it, he thought. He was going crazy, he must have hit his head so hard he was seeing people that weren’t there, last he checked.

“Jonathan?,” his voice surprised him, hoarse, like he was still asleep or unconscious, was he concussed or did he miss an important chapter in the train of events he seems to have missed. Yeah.

“How do you feel? Does it hurt somewhere—” Dustin started, but he quickly got interrupted by Nancy, she gently put her hand on his shoulder, her look giving away perfectly what she meant.

“Give him some time, okay? He just woke up, let him make sense of what happened, yeah?”

He nodded, didn’t argue, his head turned to Steve, confused, who was looking at the three of them questionably.

“My leg hurts— what.. What happened? How did we get here? And Jonathan how did you—?”

“He wasn’t alone,” a familiar voice behind the three young adults appeared. He knew who it was as he recognised it, but he couldn’t believe it.. He must have hit his head pretty badly to see Chief Hopper in front of him.. So this is how she felt when she stumbled upon the four of them in the Upside Down..

Does he remember Dustin telling something about Hopper being back? Nope, absolutely not.

“Am I—”

“Going crazy? No, you’re not. It’s a crazy story though.” He was approaching, the dimmed light of the torch wasn’t helping him much, but he could see a buzz cut and thinned version of Hopper he almost didn’t recognise. Only then, Steve realised that at the corner of the room were bodies, lying, and even before he could ask, Hopper followed his glance and quickly reassured him.

“I managed to convince Joyce and the kids to take some rest. The lot there is quite stubborn,” he mainly showed Dustin just by looking at him, even if he included Nancy and Jonathan.

“The kids?”

“Mike, El and Will.”

So, no signs of her, Eddie, Max, Erica and Lucas. Fuck.

Explaining everything again took quite some time, as they had to go through California, Russia and how they got back to Hawkins, and on Steve’s side, how they had managed to be separated from Eddie and her.

Hopper had gotten pretty lucky, his cabin being far and pretty small, it didn’t suffer much from the earthquakes, it got crowded very fast but it was a luxury. Turns out they had seen the events as it happened to them being so far and next to the hills that overlooked the city.

Finding that shotgun wasn’t easy, but he had gotten so lucky because he fell upon an abandoned car whose truck was filled with power arms, ammo, military food packs, (which gave him flashbacks from Vietnam), all coming from the store The War Zone, he didn’t have to look around much to find the owner of the vehicle, its body lied with its head seriously maimed, half of it impossible to recognise.

Hopper didn’t care about what happened to the driver, he didn’t need those anymore and they did, so.

El definitely helped, she mainly stood ground around the cabin, making sure no one or anything tempted anything as they heard the Demogorgons and the Demobats. Dead remnants testified their attempts lied on the perimeter outside the cabin, for some reason —El was actually trying to put the pieces together, she had her suspicions— they seemed to know where she was, they could sense her, whereas it wasn’t the case before, blame it on Vecna / Henry / One.

Steve’s leg still hurt, he had makeshift bandages around his ankle, it wasn’t sprained, surprisingly, but it definitely was maimed, he felt the same kind of pressure and tightness on the skin, he didn’t want to take a look at it, he doesn’t remember much from what happened, it was all so quick, all he remembers is a sudden and vivid pain on his ankle when the Demogorgon tried to eat him alive. He hopes so dearly that she didn’t succumb to a terrible death.

As they all gather their stuff, get their weapons (shotguns, makeshift spears, knives) and start to wander as one block through the woods.

Their goal wasn’t really specified, even though their mutual understanding was finding the missing ones, based on the little information they had, they needed to head to the Hospital, where Lucas and Erica were known to have been last.

As quietly as possible they walked towards the town, Hopper and Nancy led the walk, shotguns in hands, El stood in the back of the group with Jonathan and Mike who held Steve’s and Nancy’s makeshift spears. Steve, Will and Dustin were in the middle with knives and his crutches.

Earlier they had argued that going as a one block group wasn’t a good idea, as their number was too great to wander through the woods, but the counter argument was that having separate groups wasn’t the best idea either, so, here they were, marching slowly, all ears to any strange sounds, indicating any human on non-human activity.

They just didn’t expect to find so much Demobats and Demodogs.

They were smaller and feistier, and a fucking pain in the ass to get rid of, especially the bats, when they attacked it was by waves and there were so many, they endured two attacks that day and by the time they saw the side of the hospital that stood still, they couldn’t believe it, they were exhausted, bruised, scratched, bloody, and, running low in ammo.

They arrived by the North and West Wing of the Hospital, where the building still stood, the rest of it was well.. Exactly how anyone would imagine a hospital full of in need people who underwent a catastrophe to look like, in ruins, bloody, maimed, disfigured bodies with their last emotion stuck forever on them, small fires, rubble absolutely everywhere.

Images stuck in their brains, graphic enough to give them nightmares for decades, Hopper initiated the search for Max, Lucas and Erica, with the help of Dustin and Steve’s indications on where her room was, immediately, the former sheriff had no wish of finding them, because if they did, there was no way they would still be alive, and if they survived the fall of the building, they certainly didn’t survive the creatures wandering and eating off the remnants' bodies.

Bloody paws and trails of bodies being dragged on the asphalt, bites and visible marks of chewed human meat bore witness as to what and how it happened. The more Steve walked through the sea of disfigured and dismembered bodies, the more he grew nauseous, his stomach jolting and switching at the smell and the scene they had walked into.

They looked for what felt like hours, it’s Dustin, next to Steve who fell into a long haired redhead, they looked at each other, and tried to spot anyone that could look like Erica or Lucas.. Until they found Erica’s purple blazer, a cuss word left Steve’s lips, truth be told, he had expected it, but it still hurt to know that he wasn’t there to help them, they died alone, they suffered, and judging by the amount of blood and the terror and pain stuck on their face, they were taken by surprise.

He hated it. He had swore to protect those kids back a few years ago when it didn’t feel so.. murderous.

He hated it all so much.

Hopper and Jonathan were the ones to take their bodies to someplace calm, it was engraved deep in their brain, Steve needed to feel useful so he started scavenging the rubble, in search of anything that could be useful to them. Dustin felt lightheaded, he felt his enormous emptiness numbing everything in him.

He couldn’t cry, he was in shock, he left Steve to sit on the asphalt, eyes lost in nothingness.

Mike and Will.. Mike was in denial, busying himself to do like Steve, refusing to believe he had lost two of his best friends and Erica, avoidant of it all. Will.. was plagued with guilt, in complete shock. And El was the most expressive one, the most in tune with her emotions, kneeled on the asphalt she was crying, also in the grip of guilt, to some extent this was all her fault, she kept thinking.

The quietness was abruptly stopped by gunshots, everyone stopped in their tracks, closing up their backpacks, retrieving quickly whatever they needed and reunited near the edge of the forest. Enlightened shadows started to appear, they had a torch with them, Hopper could only assume they were trying to use gunshots to attract Demogorgons and Demobats their way.

That or they didn’t know that blood and hearing were the ways to lure the creatures, it seemed difficult to believe, either way, both threats at the same time was the definition of Hell on Earth so they needed to disappear as soon as possible.

But, trying to escape an armed to the teeth group of murdering people and creatures of the Upside Down as a group of nine survivors with hurt people, who, despite them, slow everyone in the group’s quest to survive, it’s not easy, to say the least. It feels like Hopper carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, like this never ending curse.

Steve felt like he was trapped in a guilt trip, Dustin was tormented, the optimistic and spiteful kid had left behind a shadow of pessimism and silence. He knew he was slowing everyone, they were doomed so they were better off dead.

Similar thoughts plagued Will’s mind as he began second guessing every choice ever made since November 1983. What even was the point of fighting it all?

In their attempt to escape the dangers quietly and quickly, they were surprised by the group’s rapidity, Dustin had to abandon his crutches on the ground and let Mike and Will grab him around his waist to run faster.

Steve began to struggle going any faster, the pain he felt was forbidding him to do so but Jonathan saw him struggle and let him lean on him a little as he passed an arm around his shoulders, they weren’t exactly running but they were faster than Steve was. Hopper was upfront with Joyce, as Nancy closed the group with El, all three of them armed as the four of them checked the weaker ones and ensured their safety.

Hurried footsteps came from behind them, everytime they would turn their heads to look they would see the torch’s light getting closer, screaming towards their direction made tension and panic only grow bigger in the group.

It was difficult for Hopper to see where they headed as panic settled in his body, he could see from afar pieces of the portal so he sort of knew what to avoid, but behind him Dustin couldn’t maintain the pace, Will stopped abruptly, which made Mike stop, looking at Will, his gaze stuck on something feet away from where his mother stood.

“Mom, stop running!”

“Will, they’re coming, we need to keep running!,” Mike implored, trying to get Will’s attention by screaming his name but it only intensified everyone’s fear and panic.

“NO—MOM!,” Will’s piercing voice broke through the woods as he watched his mother and Hopper fall, headfirst, into a colourless, dormant segment of the portal, “MOM!”

He left Mike and Dustin to run towards where they had just fallen off.

Voices got louder and from where he stood, Mike could see the men starting to arrive towards them.

“We have to get going, let’s go!” As he was about to take Dustin with him, the most shrilling shriek pierced through the woods, the worst was the sound came upfront, there was no way to know how far the Demogorgon was but he was definitely on his way. It only stopped the hunters in their tracks a few minutes, looking at each other dumbstruck.

Mike’s used their latency to run off with Dustin towards the portal, their only way to escape, everyone followed them, the silent decision to not get separated was unanimous, so, one by one they all let themselves fall into the dormant portal, watched by pairs of unsure eyes.

All Steve could remember from the fall is the goosebumps, and the coldness. They were all apprehensive of what the Upside Down had in stock for them, even if they were familiar with it by now, it still was a very unpleasant place to go through.

As for Will, he had the worst intuitions, having been on Vecna’s side for some time, having felt his darkest intentions, how The Mind Flayer infiltrated his brain and would unturn every corner to find exploitable traumas, even when he was ‘dormant’ he would know when it would hunt, when it was active.

What scared him the most is that he could feel the Mind Flayer was active, and hunting.

Most probably for himself, he feared. But if it wasn’t just the Mind Flayer he could sense the presence and intentions of, now that he knows Vecna was behind it all.

He pondered, was it Vecna, or the The Mind Flayer he could sense hunting right now?

How could he be so sure that everything he was living wasn’t just some way to trick him? To make him spy again? How could he be so sure that he wasn’t being used by Vecna? Would he be able to detach its hold on him like he once did in 1984? For some reason, he wasn’t so sure about that.

The coldness and the darkness hit her like a truck as she gained consciousness. Each breath she exhaled was accompanied by steam, her skin felt the struck of pins and needles the coldness of the place brought.

She remained immobile, her hand tentatively going through her lower abdomen, surely enough, the wooden piece was still very much impaled in her flesh, she recognised that pain.

A new sensation arrived shortly after, the side of her head hurt, throbbed, the one she fell on the ground during her fall to the Upside Down.

She was half thankful that she couldn’t see anything because she was pretty sure the moist on her fingertips brushing through the side of her temple was blood, she sighed, defeated.

Her body and brain were hardwired in panic and chaos and violence, she didn’t react. She tried sitting, it took more time than she would like to admit, and God did it hurt, but with a few breathers, her nails digging deeper into her flesh she managed to sit up.

It was strangely calm and quiet, the occasional read struck lightning that provided light and the sound from afar but other than that, not a sound around, she didn’t recognise where she was, yet, but she recognised a black and curly mop of hair, then his leather jacket.

His back fronted her, she couldn’t see if he was breathing or not, only his immobile body.

“Eddie!,” she whispered first, unsure if she could speak aloud or not, and, based on where she was, she really didn’t want to let any creature know that she was there, but she wasn’t exactly discreet, the blood was enough to let them know she was there in the first place..

She murmured his name again and again, with each minute that he didn’t wake made her worry more and more, it made her start crawling to him, ignoring all the pleas her body and brain screamed at her to stop, the pain erupted from everywhere, bombing, court circuiting her nerves.

She swears she could hear her heartbeat grow louder in anticipation. He couldn’t be dead.

He. Couldn’t. Be. Dead.

As soon as she arrived close to him her hands grabbed his arm and she made him turn on his back, her fingers touching an artery around his throat to feel a pulse. She couldn’t tell if she felt hers’ first, beating so strongly in fear, until she caught him breathing, quietly she shook his arms, and surely enough he opened his eyes.

“Jesus Fucking Christ Eddie! Don’t do that to me ever again! What would I do if you died?! Did you think about that?!”

Her hand naturally switched to his cheek and she began crying in relief, her fingers holding onto his arm.

“We’re quits now, see how it feels?,” he nearly laughed, his voice coarse, trying to sit up, his face scrunched up in pain, “What a pair we make, huh?,” he paused, his head spinning a bit at the effort, his eyes closed in order to stop the spinning, and to empty his stomach.

Her hand on his arm moved to take his, their fingers intertwined, her touch brought a sense of reality and he opened his eyes and turned to look at her, he could only see her watery eyes reflecting by the lightning afar, “ ‘You okay?”

“I’m alive, it’s enough.” He nodded, he successfully rose up from the ground, tightly attaching their arms together to help her up, his arm wrapped around her waist to balance her as they started walking in the woods, vigilant to avoid any vines they could see.

They quietly elaborated a plan to try to get closer to the edge of the town, from there they would try to reorient themselves to the town centre, and relive the days she had a couple days ago, on her own, trying to survive, and perhaps find a way out if there was one.

The quietness was so surreal it made them feel as if something were to happen at any given moment, they were walking, slowly, quietly, on edge, waiting for any sound or the earth to fall under their feet yet again.

They slowly made their way towards the city, discovering —or rediscovering for some— the Upside Down and the town, covered in vines and the earth completely shattered to give space to the gates. Now, it was a way out, but would they really survive another fall in there with their concussions and the piece of wood she has impaled in her abdomen that they can’t remove or she’ll bleed to death?

They were stuck, with no way out, no safer way out, no options seemed better than the others.

On the farthest side of town Will was the first one to awaken, with a terrible headache, some blood running along his temple, he felt cold, his mind still a bit groggy.

He looked around, seeing his friends and parents on the ground, unconscious, but he didn’t panic to see them all still laying on the asphalt, he just.. stood there, sitting, confused and woozy.

He sighed, having realised what had happened and where he was, he didn’t want to believe it, his head turned to the side as he heard some noise, the red lightning struck there too, it enlightened the Mind Flayer from afar. It was out of his reach, but he felt like it knew that he was there too. It was active, and even though it was completely immobile and overlooked at Hawkins from afar, it sent goosebumps throughout Will’s body.

Its head slowly turned towards him, and Will felt paralysingly cold, his eyes widened, his fists closed so tightly his fingernails dug in his flesh. It definitely knew.

Making as little sound as possible, they rummaged through the same grocery store she had stumbled into days prior, and surely they found packaged goods and bottled water, Eddie didn’t understand how it could still be okay to consume those even though they were in the Upside Down, but it smelled and looked fine, so.. He still ate it, but was confused as hell.

She was the first one who went to rest, Eddie stayed awake and stood at the entrance of the shop, hidden behind the curtains, aware of any strange sounds, or sightings, but he was only troubled by what they had called the Mind Flayer, his gargantuan sombre figure only appeared when lightning struck.

As she slept, he saw its head temporarily move towards a side of the town, only to take his original position back minutes later, overlooking the city from afar, just so stoic, it was chiling.

Everything was so quiet, too quiet, there were fewer creatures than he expected, something was happening, he was sure of it, but not knowing, and being harmless and weak was the worst combination ever to even try to survive or escape the Upside Down. He stayed for what felt like hours, occasionally checking on her, and discovered she was a bit too warm for his liking.

He didn’t wake her up, she was in worse shape than he was and she needed to rest, but he started panicking about her condition. They had no way of getting out while making sure they could and in good or no worse shape than they were.

That’s when it really daunted him, the reality of the situation and their fates was so violent he could hardly fathom it, being imprisoned in this way.. How could it have gone so wrong so fast? Mere hours (or days?) ago they were at her house getting ready to testify and see Max at the hospital, and now they were stuck in the Upside Down, dying, with no way to reach anyone, in no capability to fight for their survival.

They were doomed.

“We’re so screwed,” he whispered so effortlessly, a long sigh of defeat followed as he sat back toward the entrance and kept watching, what he expected least always seems to happen so he tried to stay alert, he didn't know how long he had dozed off.

He woke up to the sound of some ruffling outside, he slightly moved the curtain to see a Demodog outside, rummaging through rubble and garbage.

He didn’t know what to do, he simply stared at it, until he saw it walking away. He rushed towards her, he was no doctor but he was pretty sure she was burning up with a fever, her skin was warmer, moist in cold sweat.

He had no choice but to ignore it, he simply woke her up, he didn’t ask her how she felt, he made sure to give her enough water and food and together they went off, he explained her he saw a creature lingering and he didn’t feel confident about staying there and that maybe his trailer still had the portal on the ceiling, it could be a way out.

Her brain so clouded, so groggy, she didn’t question him, she blindly followed, she was so out of it she hadn’t realised Eddie has sped up a bit, he kept looking behind them, holding her tightly to him, he had been surprised once before, which had led them here, so he sped up.

Out of nowhere Eddie was pulled outwardly by a Demobat’s tail rolling around his ankle, she lost her balance and fell just as more of their tails rolled around his throat and wrists, dragged him on his back, his leather jacket thinning on his back, his skin scorched by the asphalt.

He was attacked from all sides, more approached, there was nothing they could do, he couldn’t defend himself and she was so weak and in a bad shape she struggled to stand up, and with the last bits of adrenaline her body had to offer she took a bough, and ventured towards him, moving the branch from side to side to make the Demobats sparse away, shouting at them for as long as she could, until they were all gone.

She collapsed next to him, he was choking on his own blood, with bites and scratches all over his body, he was bleeding everywhere, his hand looking for her she gripped it tightly, the tears’ gate were open, falling freely on her cheeks.

He was trying to tighten his hold on her but he struggled, she tried her hardest to sit up so he could see her, breathless, turning pale.

He was trying so hard to catch his breath to speak, but his body was failing him, so his eyes didn’t leave hers’, his fingers turning white at how tightly he held her hands, “I.. I.. lo—” . . .

Silence..

Then a gut wrenching scream left her mouth and echoed through the forest, his name repeated again and again in hopes to see him move his eyes, to hold her hand, to smile, to do something, to say something, anything!

The vitreous aspect of his brown eyes, as if they had lost their light, was imprinted in her brain.

She was choking on her own tears, her forehead falling on his chest, their hands still intertwined, she was pouring down her tears.

His blood on her hands and face, still warm.. It hurts so much. It hurts so fucking much it’s unutterable.

Her body had no more tears to cry, she was sat next to him, their hands intertwined, his hand colder, she was freezing, from his body getting colder, the temperature of the Upside Down, not moving, one thing she was sure of is she was heartbroken, completely shattered.

She had failed her promise so badly, and now she was alone, her eyes completely lost somewhere in front of her, her brain wasn't processing what had happened, she was just stuck in her position, muscles frozen, paralysed in her actual position.

It was so dark she could barely fathom what was around her, it’s only when the red lighting struck, she could see bits of his face—covered in dried blood, scratches, bites.. lifeless. Glassy brown eyes, lips pale, she couldn't see that yet but his fingers and lips had started to turn a pale shade of blue. Lifeless.

She could no longer see the very faint movement of his abdomen, he had stopped breathing, his heart had stopped beating, there was nothing she could do. No-one to help her. She was in no better shape and at this point she was just too easy to kill for them.

She felt a wave of coldness going through her, goosebumps rising along her body, as if it already knew a new threat was coming, she looked up slowly.

Red lighting shot through the sky and her body instantly went colder, stuck in its movements, her eyes widened as the six legged shadow had drastically gone closer to them, no— her. So close that when her eye level went down she could see the end of one of its’ arms, it was clearly coming at her, ah no— for her.

She didn't even have the time to think of anything because it was there. Two of its arms. She only looked up, her eyes meeting with the shadowy face of the creature— and she didn't fight, only provoked it to come at her in anger, shouting in rage was her only last weapon.

-> pt. eight

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wordsaresimple-imnot · 2 months

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Drunken Confessions - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader (1st POV)

Summary: The boys and reader are out for a night of fun and drinking that leaves the reader with little to no memories of what happened after she had a drinking contest with Babe. As things slowly start to drift back to her, she remembers one thing clearly; she spilled her true feelings about Bill to someone. But who did she tell?

Warnings: none really, cursing per usual. No use of y/n or physical description. She/her pronouns.

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt2: This turned out longer than I thought it would starting out, but I let the fanfic gods guide my fingers and here we are, haha. If anyone likes this enough, I have an idea of a next day smut part 2 I can write. Comments, likes, and reblogs make my day. Thanks for reading!

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I wasn't sure what made me wake up. Maybe the skull splitting headache, or maybe the sun shining through the blinds hitting my face, or maybe the way I'd sell everything I owned for water or maybe my bladder being so full that a single sneeze would cause a mess. Whatever the reason, the barest of movements to open my eyelids made me want to die instantly. The only motivation I could grasp onto to get up was to empty my bladder. Dying from a hangover is one thing, dying in my own piss is not something I could ever live with. The logic of my thought made no sense, but what the hell did I care as I practically crawled to the bathroom.

Once I was relieved and able to draw the last bit of strength I had to splash water on my face and half-ass brush my teeth, I made it back to my bed with a little more dignity. Okay, it was still on my knees but at least I wasn't crawling. A win is a win. A full glass of water on my bedside table catches my eye and I down it quicker than I've ever done before, well except for maybe the drinks last night. How did this get here? No way I was coherent enough to pour a glass of water for myself to wake up to.

As I got more situated in the bed, very much facing away from the windows because I couldn't bring myself to gather any more will power to close them more properly I couldn't stop thinking about the glass of water. And then it hit me that I was not in my dress from the night before or even just my underwear but pajamas. Being aware of how little my brain and motor skills actually worked together when I'm more than tipsy, these things stood out. What the hell happened last night? I tried to focus on my last memories of the previous night hoping that would shed some light on my current situation.

~~ last night ~~

"Oh come on! Are y'all scared to lose to little ole me?" I smiled sweetly to the table, making my southern accent a little heavier to hopefully sway one of them to take on my challenge.

"None of us would lose against you, doll. We just don't want to deal with you tomorrow morning." Toye said, motioning around the table before pointing his finger directly at me. I rolled my eyes and leaned a little closer over the table.

"Nah, I'm sweet as pie darlin'. I think y'all don't want the news spreading that someone in Easy Company lost to a little farmer girl." I smirked at Toye and the rest of the men, daring them to deny it.

"Fuck it, I'll do it." Babe shot up from the end of the table and made his way over towards my section. I beamed at his cocky smiled and made shooing motions to Luz and Perco to make space so he could sit across from me. With a nod to Liebgott, I watched him go off to grab us our first rounds of beer.

As Liebgott made his way back holding two beers, I see Bull, Martin, and Bill following him from the bar.

"The fuck are you doing?" Bill's eyes bounced back and forth between me and Babe. Unsure of who was directing the question to, I shrugged and decided to answer.

"Babe thinks he can handle a drinkin' contest with me." I shoot Babe a wink as he narrows his eyes a little at me. I look back up to Bill when I hear him curse and turn more fully to Babe.

"Haven't I taught you anything? Don't start shit you can't win." He's poking Babe in the chest with every other word, making the other bat his hand away.

"Who says I ain't gonna win? Look at her, she's like a flower. This will be over by the third beer." Babe sits up straighter, setting determined eyes on me. He starts to look more annoyed than ever when Luz, Bull, and Tab start laughing.

"Anyone else, I'd say you had a chance. But she," Tab throws his arm over my shoulders, jostling me into his side, "has come the closest out of all of us to beating Bull. She lost, but damn it was amazing to watch." I give Tab a playful shove, righting myself back to a sitting position.

Babe's face has paled a little but somehow manages to look even more determined to see this through. "I'm still in."

"Perfect!" I smile at him, raising my glass to cheers him. "If I win, you have to be my shadow all day tomorrow to take care of me. If I win, you can get my cigarettes for the next two supply packages."

"Deal." Babe cheers me back, and we take our first sips of beer simultaneously. Bill looks beyond annoyed, muttering 'It's your funeral' and starts back to the bar. Bull sends me a wink, Martin a smile, and then follow behind Bill.

"Buckle up, Philly boy. You're in for a ride." I shoot a final wink at him, and then start inhaling my beer. Babe's shocked face and scramble to follow my lead is the last full coherent memory of that night.

I groan in frustration as the rest of the night seems to dissolve from my mind and I can't comfortably say I know what is fiction and what really happened. I have a vague feeling dancing with Tab, Luz and Toye probably happened. Drinking usually turned to dancing in my case. I prayed that singing at the bar with Malarkey and Muck was fiction. It feels like a huge gap is missing after that (please be fictional) memory and then slivers of different memories start floating out. Suddenly I'm in a cold sweat as bits start floating in.

"He's alright but doesn't hold a candle to Bill. When he actually smiles, it's like seeing the sun shine."

"You can't tell him any of this. Swear it."

"No, I know his eyes and yours are too dark. His are warm and beautiful with small flecks of gold in them. I could drown in those eyes forever."

Fuck me, fuck my parents for having me, fuck my grandparents and ancestors for having them, fuck fuck fuck. I take it back, I'd happily sing drunk songs with Malarkey and Muck for the rest of my life if I can take those words back. And just when I thought my life couldn't get worse, I shot up in bed and another fact hits me...I don't know who I said all of those things to. FUCK!

Hours later, I'm still in bed trying to make myself remember anything about my mystery companion or at the very least come up a way to turn back time. Just as my stomach growls for the fourth time, there's a knock on my door and then it's swinging open. I jump up again for the second time that day.

"Hey sleeping beauty, how's the hangover?" Luz asks, all bright eyes and smiles as Babe follows behind him looking exactly how I feel. I shift up the bed to make room for Luz to sprawl out at the foot of the bed while Babe just curls into a ball next to me, back to the window and sunlight.

"I feel like death." I manage to croak out. It's the first time I've used my voice since passing out last night and you'd swear I smoked like a chimney from the sound.

"You look it too." Luz narrowly dodges the pillow I throw at his face. The movements cause Babe to give a pathetic whine and he curls up even more. "I don't know who pissed in your coffee, but this is not how a winner should be acting." I roll my eyes, smiling briefly as I get confirmation that I did win last night. My stomach growling again wipes it from my face.

"I'm starving. And if I won, that means you're my personal shadow all day today to help me feel better." I give Babe a small nudge, just enough to make him crack an eye open to look at me. "Y'all head down to the mess hall and get me two of everything while I get ready and meet you there."

After a few seconds of Babe making no moves to get up, Luz jumps up and all but starts dragging him towards the door. "Come on, Babe, you heard your mistress." Because his hands are full with Babe, he can't dodge the pillow I throw and gives out a low 'ow' as it connects with his face.

Just as they were about to close the door, I blurted out the question I've been trying to figure out. "Hey, who helped me home last night?"

"Not sure doll, I was playing darts with Martin, Bull and Babe." Luz almost had the door closed when he poked his back back in. "Why do you ask?"

I shrug, praying it comes out nonchalant while I'm dying inside. "Just needed to ask them a question. I think I lost something on the way home and just wondered if they knew about it." Something being my dignity. "Don't worry about it, I'll figure it out. Thanks." With a nod, Luz closed the door and left me to agonize alone.

The rest of the day was the most frustrating day of my life. Not because of the hangover, that started feeling better after I got some food and water, with a splash of hair of the dog, in me. Babe started to perk up too but was still definitely battling it so I took mercy on him and let him go back to sleep until his turn for patrol that night. I had the day off from helping Nixon censor mail and finalize reports so that didn't add to my frustrations. No, all of my frustration was because I spent the whole day tracking down the guys and asking who helped me home. They all gave the same answer: wasn't me.

Through my investigating, I was able to piece a loose timeline of the night. Once our game was over, I started dancing with Tab, the next song went to Luz, and I somehow managed to drag Toye out for the one after that. Once they all declined another song, I went to the bar to get another drink and ended up singing two bar songs with Malarkey and Muck, who afterwards started up a card game with Toye, Tab and Penkala that went on the rest of the time. I apparently stayed at the bar, chatting with Bull, Martin and Bill till Luz and Babe came over and got them to play darts the rest of the night. Liebgott kept me company at the bar, making sure I started on water but eventually left to start flirting with the barmaid that kept making eyes at him. My last hope was Perco but someone told me he left before I did to get some sleep before his morning patrol.

Just as the sun started to drift down, I was at my wits end. As a last ditch effort, I decided to write up a timeline diagram to triple check that everyone was accounted for. Surely one of the guys was lying to me and waiting to use my confessions as leverage for something. I move everything on my desk to one side and start making my diagram. By my third review of it, I can't shake the feeling that I'm missing something. So I write all of the men's names down and start checking them off as I mentally go over the stories again.

Luz...check. Bull...check. Perco...check. Babe...check. Liebgott...check. Tab...check. Toye...check. Muck...check. Malarkey...check. Martin...check. Penkala...check. There's no one left. I was just a lunatic talking to myself and somehow managed to get myself home and in bed like a sober person? Just as I was about to commit to believing that I realized I left one name off the list that didn't show up in anyone's story long enough to be crossed off. Bill...fuck.

I crumbled the paper and practically sprinted to my room, dodging soldiers and helpers like a madwoman. There was more foot traffic as the morning and evening patrol were switching foxholes and dinner was currently going. I managed to catch Babe on his way towards the mess hall and made him swear to tell everyone I was still feeling sick and would be in my room the rest of the night. Thankfully he was still feeling sick, so he took me at my word and didn't pay attention to my erratic behavior.

Back in my room I couldn't decide what I was more humiliated about; spilling my secret feelings about Bill TO Bill or being so drunk I don't know it was Bill I was even talking to. With a belly flop I landed on my bed, pressed my face into my pillow and let out a full body scream. Just as it ended there was a knock on my door.

"Go away, I'm dying." I moved my face to the side so whoever was there could somewhat hear me. It wasn't from drinking but hey, semantics at this point. The knock came again, this time more forceful. "Seriously, whoever is there just let me be." With a huff I push myself off the bed and swing open the door to reveal the cause of all my misery. Bill fucking Guarnere. Fuck me.

He's leaning against the door frame without a care in the world it seems and his signature smirk on his face. He'd never looked better. "You know my ma and sisters would come all the way over here and beat my ass if they ever found out I let a woman be miserable all alone. Especially without food." He raised a small bag to emphasize his point. Without waiting for me to answer, he brushed past me into my room and sat squarely on the bed, leaning against the wall, watching me.

Who knows how long it took my brain to send the right signals to make my body move, but eventually I broke our staring contest, closed the door and made my way to the bed. Because I was basically Nix's aid, I was able to get my own room but it was the barest of bare minimums. Side table, joining bathroom, and a bed against the wall. So the only place left to sit was on the bed with Bill, but I tried to put as much distance as I could so I sat crossed legged against the wall acting as the headboard and looked at the bag he still held.

"What's in there?" I decided the best tactic right now was to pretend nothing happened at all. So far Bill seemed to be of the same mind.

"Bread and some cheese. Didn't know how much your stomach could handle." He tossed the bag to me, nodding his acknowledgement to my quick thanks and I tore it open and started nibbling on the contents. After a few beats, he decided the best time to say something was when my mouth was completely full. "So...heard you lost something last night."

Next thing I know I really do feel like I'm dying as I choke on my bite of food, simultaneously batting away his hands that are trying to reach behind to pat my back. After I get small control over my breathing, I wipe the few tears that formed and down the rest of the water I had at my bedside. Two shaky breaths later all I can manage is squeaking out, "What?"

Bill looks at me with a sliver of concern that I'll start hacking up a lung again, but slowly his normal smirk starts to form and he leans back against the wall. "Luz said you were trying to figure out who helped you home last night because you lost something. Toye and Bull said you were pretty aggressive in your questions about everyone's activities last night. If you haven't figured it out already, I was the one that helped you get home from the bar but I don't recall you losing anything." His posture was relaxed, even lazy, but his eyes were hard and jaw was set. Challenging me to make the next move.

I cleared my throat two times, before I forced myself to speak. "Yeah, I actually figured it out a little bit ago." Bill inclined his head towards me, indicating that he wanted me to elaborate on the 'losing something' part. "I, uh, well I was just trying to figure out who helped me and didn't want Luz asking a million and one questions so that seemed the best answer."

"Why didn't you come find me once you figure it all out?" One thing about Bill Guarnere, he never pulled punches and was a hound dog when he set his mind to something.

"No reason...I, uh, well I just..." I turned all my focus on the crumpled paper bag in front of me so I didn't catch his eyes and completely spill my guts. Sober this time.

"Ah come on sweetheart, cat got your tongue now?" He moved to lean down on his arm, shifting closer to me. "Let me help you remember." With that damn, sexy smirk Bill started recounting the night before to fill in the blanks.

~~ last night, Bill POV ~~

I haven't taken my eyes off her all night. If anyone asked I'd say it was out of concern for how much she drank and watching out for a fellow soldier. That was partly true, but the majority was being jealous. Jealous for how easy she laughed and touched and moved with our friends. Don't get it twisted, we are friends too, closer than most of them but it's not as carefree as these moments I'm witnessing.

It can't be carefree because if I let my guard down for one second I'd spill my guts about how she makes me feel. How everything fades out around the edges when she gives that million dollar smile and her eyes crinkle a little at the sides. How I would do anything stupid again and again to make that little snort come out when she's laughing too hard and can't help it. How I want to protect her from this war so damn bad so I never have to see pain in her eyes. How I'd fight the entire Kraut army for the chance to kiss her just once and hold her in my arms.

But I can't say any of that because I'd rather suffer in silence than risk losing her from my life, even as just a friend. So I stay silent and keep watch as everyone around me enjoys their night without a care in the world, not knowing that my entire world is sitting at the bar alone.

She's just started on a second glass of water when some guy from Fox Company slides up next to her and starts talking. Whatever he said has her turning in her seat to point in the direction of Liebgott that left her for some barmaid. While she's focused on where Liebgott is, I'm focused on watching the guy shamelessly check her out. I down the rest of my beer, shove the glass into Luz's hand and march straight over to the bar before any of the guys can ask what I'm doing.

I make it over just as their hands connect and I can hear them exchanging names.

"I can't believe someone as beautiful as you is here all alone." I'm going to brake this guys jaw.

"She's not alone, private." I push myself to my full height and use my Sergeant's voice. This makes him stand up straighter and drop her hand.

"Bill!" She says my name with so much awe and happiness, as if she hadn't be around me in some fashion throughout the night. Being to drunk to care about policy or decorum she wraps her arms around me and gives me the prettiest smile.

"Hey sweetheart," I give her a soft smile back and wrap one arm around her shoulders, keeping her where she is. I look back at the private with a hard glare and raise an eyebrow. "Need something?"

"No sir, I just came to grab a drink. I'll, uh, I'll just get one over there." He practically runs to the other end of the bar, avoiding anymore eye contact.

A soft giggle, makes me look back down and smile again. "What's so funny, doll?"

"You didn't need to scare him, we were just talking." A piece of her hair falls against her cheek when she laughs again. I move it behind her ear, letting my finger graze her cheek before I answer.

"He wanted to do more than talk, believe me."

"What would I do without Bill Guarnere as my knight in shining armor." The smile she sends up to me is nearly enough to send me to my knees right then and there.

I wrap my other arm around her and drop a quick kiss to the top of her head. "You'll never have to find out, sweetheart. I'm always gonna be there." We stay like that for a minute, which isn't nearly long enough before I say, "Come on, lets get you to bed or you're gonna be dyin' tomorrow."

She manages to be get off the barstool and walk out of the bar so efficiently I wonder if she really is as drunk as I thought, but that hope is dashed once she stumbles over air and starts laughing. I can't help but laugh with her as I grab her hands to steady her.

"We should go dancing." She suddenly says and tries to get me to spin her.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Besides you probably want Tab for that, seems to be your favorite dancing partner. Always smiling at you and everything" I meant it to come out as a joke, but it sounded more bitter that anything. Thankfully she was in her own thoughts and didn't pick up the edge to my voice.

"He's alright but he doesn't hold a candle to Bill. When he actually smiles, it's like seeing the sun shine." She says it like it's a known fact and the most natural thing in the world for her say. It stops me dead in my tracks, which stops her because we are still holding hands.

"What did you say?" I tug her a little so she's turned around and looking at me. She gives a small shrug.

"Tab is cute and sweet but he's not Bill. I'd kill to dance with him and make him smile. It's so rare and makes my whole day when I can cause it."

"Sweetheart, you do know I'm Bill." I wait for the lightbulb to go off as she takes a step closer and looks at my face.

"No you're not, you're eyes are too dark."

"They're the same as they've been my whole life."

"No, I know his eyes and yours are too dark. His are warm and beautiful with small flecks of gold in them. I could drown in those eyes forever." She lets go of my hands and starts walking off to her billet. I know I have the goofiest smile on my face as I watch her, before it's wiped away by the realization that she can't remember who I am. Of course I finally get the girl of my dreams to confess her feelings for me and she doesn't even know it's me she's talking to.

Just as I'm catching up to her, trying to figure out what to say, she turns to me with a panic stricken face. "You can't tell him any of this. Swear it." She grasps my hands again, squeezing for dear life.

"Your secrets safe with me, sweetheart." I do my best to give her a comforting smile to ease her panic, which seems to work. We don't talk anymore the rest of the way to her billet but we do hold hands the whole way.

Once we are in her room, I can tell she's losing consciousness quickly. I find some pajamas for her to change into, helping just enough to make it easier for her change without seeing or touching anything inappropriate. As she finishes changing and crawls into bed, I fill up a glass of water and set it on the bedside table. I take one final look around to make sure she's comfortable and settled in properly before dropping a kiss on top of her head and heading to the barracks for some shut eye before my patrol.

~~ End of Bill's POV ~~

I feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment after Bill tells me the conversation we had. My eyes are firmly planted on the bag in my lap, that I've all but turned into confetti. I feel him shift on the bed again, so he's seated right next in front of me, but I can't bring myself to meet him gaze. His eyes never left my face the whole time he recounted everything and I'm too scared to look and see what emotion I'll find there. Amusement? Pity?

The decision is taken away from me when one of his hands cups the side of my neck and tips my head up to finally meet his gaze. There's a lot of emotion in his eyes, but I can't pinpoint what it is, which scares me even more.

"I'm sor-" I start to say but get cut off.

"Did you mean it?" His voice is soft but firm. He's not going to drop this and seems to be holding his breathe waiting for my answer.

"Yes." The word is barely more than a whisper but I know he heard it from the smile that takes over his face. Next thing I know he's leaning the rest of the way into my space, tilting my head to the side and softly pressing his lips to mine.

My hands reach up to fist his jacket, pulling him closer and the smallest whimper comes up when he nips at my bottom lip. My reaction seems to be all the go ahead Bill needs as he focuses on pulling me so we are flush against each other while taking possession over my mouth. At some point we rearrange ourselves to be laying on the bed, him draped over me like a second skin.

Our kisses between slow and languid to passionate and slightly frenzied. We don't know how long we stay like that, minutes or hours, but when we part our lips are swollen and we are breathing hard. Bill rests his forehead against mine and nudges my nose with his.

"Can I stay the night? No funny business, I just...now that I have you in my arms, I don't want to let you go just yet." He places soft kisses on both my cheeks and then my lips, looking at me with his heart in his eyes.

"I never want to be anywhere except your arms, Bill." I nudge his nose back and return the kiss he just gave. The smile he gives me has my heart melting and my lungs forgetting to breathe.

A few small kisses later, we've arranged ourselves into more comfortable positions; him on his back, me all but laying on top of him, our arms wrapped tightly around each other. Slowly we drift off to sleep with smiles on our faces thinking the same thing:

We have our whole world in our arms.

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sacredsnape · 2 years

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can you do fem!reader wanting a child but remus is too scared because yk and like eventually he agrees to it and like it could be a little bit smutty idk 🤷‍♀️

My first ever Remus request 🫶🏻 thank you anon

Genre: fluff/smut

Warnings: soft!dom Remus, sub!reader, praise kink, unprotected sex, low-key breeding kink, sex in front of a mirror, soft and loving sex, mentions of pregnancy and birth

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"Remmyyy,'" you called in a sing-song voice as you approached your lover, sliding onto his lap.

Remus slowly closed the book he was reading to look at you, pinching the bridge of his nose. He shifted around on the sofa as he spoke, "Love, we've had this discussion before."

You pouted, hooking your arms around the back of his neck and peppering his face in kisses. Remus frowned, trying to pull away, but you kept your hold firm.

"There's nothing to be scared of, Rem," you reassured him, running a hand up and down his lean chest. "I just want to try."

Remus's frown disappeared at the adorably earnest expression on your face and he lightly pinched your cheek. You giggled, squirming around on his lap.

"I know, sweetheart, but I'm worried that my condition will somehow pass down to our child," Remus murmured as he gently gripped your hips, ceasing your movements. "I don't want our child to suffer in the way that I do."

You pressed your lips to his forehead in a reassuring kiss. "I understand, but I don't think lycanthropy can be passed down. I've done research on it and the role it plays in genetics, and I've found nothing that suggests that it's hereditary," you gently explained to Remus.

Remus bit his lip and sighed heavily, massaging small circles into your hips. "I'll think about it," he decided.

You graciously kissed his cheek over and over again and Remus laughed lightly at your enthusiasm.

"Thank you, baby. It'll be okay, I promise." To emphasize your point, you grabbed his large hand and placed it over your stomach.

"Imagine me with a baby bump! I'll be carrying your baby and we'll be one big happy family," you giggled, running your fingers through his soft hair that you loved so much. He smelled like cinnamon and a hint of freshly brewed coffee, your favorite scents embodied into one person, your Remus.

Remus splayed his fingers across your stomach, the fabric of your shirt creasing under his fingers.

"But you'll be in so much pain," Remus expressed, pressing a lazy kiss to your jawline. "I've heard that you can get really bad nausea and that your vagina can even rip while giving birth."

You cringed, shaking your head. "Don't remind me. I'll just have to suck it up. You know that I've always wanted to have a baby."

"I know." Remus nodded and pushed his face into your neck, securing you in his arms and dotting kisses along the column of your neck. You could feel his smile. "I'll see if I change my mind."

"You better," you laughed, winking playfully at him as you rose from his lap.

"Where are you going?" Remus softly asked you, his smile fading.

"To look up baby names in the name book I bought the other day," you said, smiling smugly as you left the living room.

Remus let out a snort of laughter and rolled his eyes, following you without missing a beat.

---

By next week, Remus had come to a decision.

He had spent his time between work researching lycanthropy and if it's hereditary, and he felt his worries and doubts melt away when he found out that it wasn't hereditary at all.

He felt like a bit of an ass for not believing you at first and for worrying so much, but he pushed that guilt away to tell you that he was ready to have a baby.

"You are?" you half moaned as Remus crawled on top of you, pushing you gingerly into the bed. He was already pulling your clothes off, now fiddling with the button of his trousers.

"Yes, or I wouldn't be dying to get into your pants right now," he laughed against your neck, palming your breast over your blouse. Your eyes fluttered, your heart jumping into your throat as he tweaked your erect nipple.

"Don't tease me," you grumbled, helping him pull your blouse off over your head. Your breasts bounced gently back into place once they were freed from your blouse, and Remus audily moaned at the sight of your bare chest.

"Pretty girl, how could I ever tease you?" Remus cooed, squeezing your left breast in one large hand. You squirmed, arching your back slightly and giving him a full view of your chest.

"Please," you pouted, tugging desperately on the hem of his shirt. "Please, Remmy. I wanna see you."

Remus sat back on his heels, pulling his shirt off and messing up his hair in the process. It now stuck up in a few places and you giggled quietly at the sight.

"What's so funny, silly girl?" Remus asked you, raising an eyebrow at you. He made to unbutton his trousers and you sat bolt upright, eager to do it for him yourself.

"Your hair just looks funny," you admitted cheekily, kissing his scarred chest and nuzzling it. Your fingers delicately worked on undoing his trousers, pulling them down hastily.

"Does it?" Remus turned to look at himself in the mirror next to your bed, seeing that his hair was indeed sticking up. He turned back to face you, his lips curled into an adoring smile.

"You and your fascination with my hair," he chuckled, moaning softly as you began to palm him over his boxers.

"It's pretty," you mumbled, gazing up at him through your lashes. Remus threaded his long fingers in your hair, admiring the feel of it.

"So is yours, princess."

He bent down to kiss the top of your head and you smiled at his sweetness, so in love that you felt like your heart was about to burst.

You cupped his hard length and felt it throbbing against your hand, licking your lips. He was so big, and every time he fucked you he always sent you into orgasmic bliss.

"Come on, love, we don't have all day now," Remus teased as he gave you an encouraging forehead kiss.

You murmured an apology and nodded, swiftly pulling down his boxers. His hard cock bounced up and hit his stomach, the head shiny with pre-cum. His cock always looked so pretty, with its intricate veins running up the underside of it and the head a pretty shade of pink, the exact shade of his lips that you loved to kiss all the time.

You took him into your hand and stroked him languidly, drawing soft groans of your name from him. Remus tugged on your hair in approval, sliding his free hand under your skirt and grunting when he felt that you didn't have any underwear on, his fingers circling your wet entrance.

"Merlin, you really were ready for me, huh?" Remus smirked and cupped the back of your head with both hands, kissing you deeply. You whimpered sweetly for him, sneaking your hand down to your dripping folds and dragging a finger between them.

"Remus, please. I can't wait any longer," you confessed, breathless. You pumped his cock harder and firmer, his hips involuntary jerking forwards into your hand.

"Then let go of my cock, silly," he smiled, and your heart swelled at the sight of his charming smile.

You nodded and released his length from your hand, laying down excitedly and pulling your skirt off. A small pile of yours and his clothing had accumulated at the side of the bed.

Remus spread your legs, settling himself in between them. He lowered his head to kiss your face, your neck, your chest, humming out praises after each kiss.

"My beautiful princess," he admired, pumping his cock readily as he lined himself up with your entrance. "Can't wait to see you carrying my baby."

He pressed two fingers to your clit and rubbed uneven circles into it, your body twitching at his touch. He was trying to rile you up, wanting to drag out your pleasure for as long as possible.

"Please," you begged him, biting your lip hard. "I want you inside of me."

Remus kissed your cheek lovingly, his stubble tickling your skin.

"Anything for my lovely girl," Remus whispered into your ear, pushing in all the way without hesitation.

You and him gasped together, your eyes widening at the amazing stretch. His cock fit you so perfectly and always made you feel so full, and your walls squeezed and contracted around him as you adjusted.

This was your first time with Remus without a condom. Feeling his bare, thick cock massaging your walls was so erotic yet so amazing at the same time.

"Hey," Remus said softly as he raised himself, supporting himself with his arms as he looked down at you with eyes full of love.

"Hi," you mused, your fingers knotting in his hair.

"Pretty girl's stuffed full of my cock," he mumbled in awe, rubbing your clit in slow, arching circles. "God, you feel amazing like this."

"I do?" you replied, your voice coming out high and needy. You dug your nails into his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned lowly, pulling out slightly and pushing back in to set a rhythm. His hips smoothly rocked into you, his cock completely buried to the hilt.

"Remmy," you whimpered, your lips parted in pleasure as his cock reached so deep inside of you, touching every part of you. "You're so good."

"Yeah? You like my big cock stretching you out like this?" Remus husked, grabbing you by the back of your knees and pushing your legs further apart, allowing his cock to drive deeper inside of you.

You gasped at the new angle, your legs aching slightly as you struggled to keep up with his thrusts.

"I love it so much," you mewled, raking your fingernails down his strong, broad back, leaving behind red marks.

Remus increased the speed of his thumb on your clit and released a shaky moan when he felt your pussy spasm around him.

"Such a sweet, pretty pussy. You take me so well, darling," Remus praised warmly, thrusting harder and firmer. Your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and he practically drooled at the sight, placing a hand over your right breast and holding it as he rutted into you.

You didn't know if it was because of the lack of a condom, or because you were so fucking horny, but it felt like Remus's cock was reaching an all new depth. You swore that you could feel him in your guts, nestled so deeply inside of you.

You loved knowing that his cock was made for you and only you.

You screwed your eyes shut, awash in intense pleasure. Sex with Remus was electrifyingly passionate and something so sacred and dear to the both of you.

Remus pinched your cheeks between his fingers, your lips jutting out in a pout. "Look at me," he spoke firmly.

You forced your eyes open and saw the most beautiful sight. Remus's bangs had fallen into his eyes and his face was flushed red, his bottom lip resting gently between his teeth. You gazed down to where your hips met his, fixated momentarily at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you and how it was so slick with your arousal.

"I love you," you moaned tenderly as you met his eyes again, bunching the sheets into your fists. "I love you so much."

Remus bucked his hips even faster at your words, grabbing your chin and turning your head so that you looked into the mirror next to the bed.

"Watch me fill you up, sweetheart. I love you so much," he said gruffly, his sentence getting lost in the sound of your desperate moans and wet skin slapping against wet skin.

You watched yours and his reflections in the mirror; Remus was thrusting hard and fast, the bed beginning to creak and shake with the force of his thrusts. You were spread open for him so beautifully, your mouth wide open in a long, drawn out moan.

You felt a familiar coil starting to tighten in your stomach and you rocked your hips in time with his, the new friction causing you to cry out a half sob, half moan.

"Remus, m' so close," you mumbled, completely in a daze as Remus continued his relentless attack on your sensitive clit, which squelched and pulsed under his thumb.

"Me too," he grunted, pressing his forehead into your neck, panting heavily due to his exertion. "You want me to fill you up, honey? Fill you up with my cum?"

You finally tore your gaze away from the mirror, holding onto Remus for dear life like you were afraid that either you or him would slip from your grasp.

"I want it, I need it," you pleaded, nearly in tears from how badly you wanted Remus to come inside of you.

"Gonna fill you up with my baby," Remus moaned into the crook of your neck, and you came right as he spoke those words.

You cried out his name, clenching so hard around him that it was almost a struggle for Remus to continue moving. You writhed around on the bed, so overwhelmed by your mind-blowing orgasm that your vision went white for a moment.

Remus was still thrusting, his hips stuttering. You helped him out by pushing your heels into his ass, causing him to slip even deeper inside of you. You pulled his head up so that he looked at you, leaving a chaste kiss on his lips as you said, "Fill me up, Remmy. Give me all of you."

Remus shut his eyes tightly, gasping your name as he came, spilling his hot seed inside of you and filling you to the brim. He gave a final weak thrust before stopping his movements completely, staying very still so that all of his cum stayed inside of you.

He seemed to deflate, collapsing onto your chest as he caught his breath. You stroked his hair, smiling idly to yourself at the thought that he had filled you up so good.

"You were so good for me," Remus hummed against your chest, kissing you there. "My girl."

You swooned at his praise and tightened your legs around his waist, keeping the position secure.

"Thank you," you whispered to him, running a finger along one of the long scars on his face. He scrunched his nose at your movement and your smile widened. "You're going to be an amazing dad, Rem."

---

You found out that you were pregnant two weeks later; Remus immediately took it upon himself to buy you everything that you needed for yourself and the baby.

He took such good care of you and always made sure that you were eating enough, drinking enough water, and resting enough. He kissed and rubbed your baby bump every chance he got.

In the end, you gave birth to a healthy babygirl who luckily did not inherit Remus's lycanthropy. The birth was extremely painful and Remus stood by you the entire time, holding your hand even though you were crushing his hand in return as you focused on pushing your daughter out of you.

"You're pretty like your mama," Remus whispered every night to your little girl as he rocked her to sleep, delicately kissing her tiny forehead and cheek.

You loved seeing Remus bond with your daughter and you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with him and continue to grow your family.

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