KELDON'S BDAY!!!! HIM AND HIS SISSY!!!!!
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if you're comfy with it, maybe hugh talking reader through it, inspired by some of the clips on tiktok? I'm down bad for this man đđ
Good Girl
18+ No Minors
A/N: I hope I did this justice. I had so much fun writing it! Remember you can send in requests for Hugh/Logan!
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex(wrap it up), some praise, cockwarming at the end, teasing.
"Come on, darling. You have to tell me what you want?" Hugh innocently says, moving his fingers ever so slowly. "I want you, Hugh. I need you to fuck me." You beg trying to move your hips to get more friction.
It's been almost an hour now and he's managed to pull two orgasms out of you, only because Hugh has been teasing more than anything and won't move any faster until he decides to.
"How do you need me to fuck you?" His teasing voice causes you to whine. "Hugh, please." You beg, again. He removes his fingers and lines himself up at your entrance, slowly sliding in as your breath hitches at the stretch. Once he bottoms out, he leans down and kisses you. "No need to rush, darling. We have all the time in the world."
He slowly fucks into you and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling softly on his hair. "See, look at you being my good girl now. I always take care of you, don't I?" You nod and he continues, "I'll give you what you want soon but for right now I want to make sweet love to you, darling." Hugh kisses you softly, moving down your neck and grabbing one of your breasts, taking your nipple in his mouth before doing the same to the other.
His hips start thrusting a little bit faster, causing you to moan softly, running a hand down his chest. "You know I liked to be scratched harder." He moans as you press your nails into him, leaving scratch marks down his chest. "Ride me, darling." Hugh grabs you and rolls over, pulling you on top of him.
"Move your hips for me, fuck.. like that." He moans as he grips your hips as you grind your hips the way he likes. "Tell me what else to do.." You innocently say causing his eyes to darken. "Bounce for me, darling. Up and down.." You follow his instructions and feel him going deeper than before.
His hands grip you tighter as he helps move you faster, watching your tits as you bounce off of his hips. "Is this what my baby wanted? To be filled up with my cock?" His words cause your head to fall back, gripping his stomach got dear life.
He grabs your hips and starts thrusting up into you, smiling as you start to yell out from the pleasure. "There you go, let me hear how good I make you feel. You deserve it after being such a good girl for me, darling." Hugh moans, feeling your walls tighten around him.
"Cum on my cock, darling." He commands and you grip him tighter, feeling a gushing sensation come from you. "Fuck, baby. You're squirting all over my dick." He moans as his hips stutter against yours, feeling his release coat your walls and you fall against him.
He holds you close, kissing the top of your head, waiting for you to calm down. "You done so good for me, darling. I love you so much." He whispers praises into your ear. "I love you too." You whisper back, feeling yourself get sleepy.
"Go to sleep, love. I'll be right here."
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reader and peeta showering together after a hard day (just some innocent intimacy nothing suggestive) đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ» love this man sm đđ€đ»đ€đ»
!!!!!! thank you for the req angel <3 this inspired me so so much! thanks for kickstarting my writing for peeta era hehe
peeta mellark x fem!reader 16+ please for non-sexual nudity. not really in universe but can read as post mockingjay if you want it to!
Peetaâs sketching on the bed when you come inside. One knee propped up with his back against the wall behind the bed, his sketchbook pressed against his thigh. His golden hair falls over his forehead, messy where heâs been too distracted by his drawing to push it back.
He looks up when you enter, smiling a bruising smile you donât feel deserving of.
âHey. Hey, sweetheart.â Itâs alarming how quickly he sets aside his book and pencil to reach for you, as if he hadnât been immersed in his sketching mere seconds ago. âCâmere, I missed you.â
As much as youâd like to be wrapped in his strong arms right now, youâre filthy, and heâs just changed the sheets earlier today.
âI canât. Iâm all dirty, see?â You wiggle your dirt-covered hands at him. Youâve been in the garden all afternoon. Time drifted away from you as you planted a new batch of tomato seeds. By the time you were done, the sun was setting and you hadnât even realised. Your knees are stained dark brown and youâve got dirt up to your elbows. âIâll shower first, then we can cuddle. Sorry, baby.â
Peeta looks decidedly put out. You turn away from him before he can convince you any further, because you know if he looks at you like that for much longer youâll give in. You pull fresh clothes from your side of the dresser and then move down the hallway to the bathroom.
The showers warming up and youâre starting to undress when Peeta knocks on the door. Itâs unlocked, and he doesnât have to, but he knocks anyway.
âItâs me,â he says. Who else would it be? You think. Silly man. âCan I come in?â
You pull the door open for him instead of answering. Youâre halfway out of your clothes but it doesnât phase him. Sure, he looks, but not for long, and not in a way that would suggest anything other than affection.
âHey,â he says. He pushes the door closed behind him. The shower runs in the background, a peaceful thrum. âDo you mind if I join you? You can say no.â
You huff a soft laugh. He should know by now that saying no to him is a near impossible feat. âYeah, of course. I donât mind.â
You finish undressing quickly, eager to be clean and warm. Peeta leaves to get fresh towels while you hop in under the hot spray. The majority of the dirt on your skin has been rinsed by the time he gets back. You hear him moving around the bathroom for a minute or so before he pulls the shower curtain aside. You let him in, moving aside to make space for him. Itâs tight, but itâs not uncomfortable. Weirdly, itâs almost a perfect fit for the two of you.
Peeta moves under the shower head and the water quickly drenches one half of his hair and one of his shoulders. His big hand slides over your hip and he carefully moves you into a position where youâve both got equal spray.
âHi,â he says, smiling. Heâs so close you could count his freckles, each light brown spot scattered across his collarbones.
âHello,â you say back. His thumb rubs your hipbone, up down, up down. âIs it too warm?â
âNo, itâs perfect.â
You smile and touch your palm to his cheek. âYou okay?â Youâre not asking because he seems out of sorts. Youâre asking because you want to know, and if heâs not heâll tell you. He does the same for you. Itâs just how you love each other.
Peeta nods. âYeah, Iâm okay. How did your gardening go?â
You beam. You love that he cares about what you care about. âGood. Weâll have tomatoes growing out of our ears by summer, I think.â
Peeta laughs. Itâs a brilliant sound that bounces off the shower walls and warms your chest. âAwesome,â he grins. Then, âHey, youâve got dirt under your ear.â He reaches behind you to grab the flannel hanging on the shower caddy. âLook that way for me?â
He holds you still with a hand at your jaw and rubs the dirt from your skin so gently you barely feel it. His touch is like a magnet â youâre drawn to it over and over again, no matter how generously he gives it to you. When he asks if he can wash your hair, youâd be crazy if you said no.
âYeah, please,â you tell him, past caring how desperate and needing of his touch and love you are. He knows, anyway.
Peeta turns you by the hips so your back is to him, then gently tilts your head backwards. You hand him your shampoo and he squeezes a dollop onto his hands, rubbing his palms together before spreading the bubbles over the top of your head. Heâs very, very gentle with it, much more than youâve ever been, massaging the soapy, sweet-smelling bubbles into your hair, fingers rubbing circles onto your scalp. His dedicated touch, along with the gentle thrum and warmth of the shower spray, is enough to almost put you to sleep.
âOkay, you can rise now,â Peeta speaks up. His tone is soft and you suspect heâs noticed your sleepiness. He gets very soft with you when youâre tired. âShut your eyes, please.â
You do as he says and he directs you under the spray. He holds a hand over your forehead like a barrier so the bubbles canât escape and sneak into your closed eyes. The action in itself makes your chest ache. He cares more than you could ever comprehend.
When heâs done rinsing you finish scrubbing the dirt from your knees, your elbows. Peeta washes his own hair, and you help him rinse the same way he did for you.
âThank you, angel,â he says. Warm water and soapy bubbles stream over his shoulders, his neck. His eyelashes are wet, clinging to each other in sparkly triangles. He dips down and kisses your shoulder, then your cheek. âLove you.â
You beam. You love him more than anything. You get on your toes to kiss him properly, a warm press of your mouth on his, a promise for more of the same later, when youâre clean and dry and fed. âLove you too, Peeta.â
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SATURDAY BLESSING | s.jy
pairing. boyfriend!jake x reader
genre. est. relationship, fluff
synopsis. being in a long distance relationship is hard. But, all works out in the end knowing your boyfriend Jake will come right back to you.
warning(s). kissing, jake and yn being cute, none really lmao, not proofread
word count. 0.8k
networks. @.hyfenet @k-films @kflixnet
note. hey!! it'd been a while lmao i forgot how to do this format thing đđđ but nonetheless, i had this sweet idea and hope you guys enjoy!!
banner by @cafekitsune
As you take your regular Saturday stroll through your favorite park nearby your complex, enjoying the fresh air and the calming ambiance. Birds are chirping, the are children running around, people's dogs are chasing squirrels and frisbees, there are the daily fitness people chasing their 10k steps and of course, you cannot miss the lovely elderly couples on their romantic walks.
Growing up in this area for the last thirteen years, this park has been a second home to you. You knew almost everyone here. You watched this park at its highest and lowest. You loved coming here, anytime and any day. One thing that has only enhanced your love for this place is the amount of time you spent here with your boyfriend of 2 years, Jake sim.
You both spend everyday together, but that has come to a temporary end when you both had to long distance. Jake to move to another state to take care of his sick grandmother. He stayed there longer then he'd expected but you knew and had faith that the relationship between you both would only get stronger once you reunite.
As you turn around the corner of the trail, you stop dead in your tracks tracks when a handsome man steps in front of you. Your handsome man. It's your boyfriend Jake, who you hadn't seen in eight months. Your eyes widen and your feet are stuck in place, your breath hitches and tightens. You can feel tears welling in your eyes at the sight of him.
He is so handsome, his hair has grown alot, looking like a mini mullet which looks so good on him. His eyes are just as bright as you seen him last and that adoring smile not wavering for a second. He opens his arms to you, lips in a smirk, "did you miss me, baby?"
His voice. I think my heart just skipped a beat.
That angelic voice was the final recall that he was here, he was finally here in your sight. You run up to him and he wraps his strong arms around your frame, melting in his embrace and basking in his scent. he release a sigh, almost as a sign of content and relief.
He pulls away, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, lips in a soft smile, "I miss you so much, honey, you have no idea"
"i missed you too Jake, so much,"
And that was it, until he pulls you in for a much needed kiss, his lips in a smile causes yours to smile as well. He holds you very close to him in a gentle but firm grip, not wanting to let go. And you don't want him to, hands on the back of his neck, playing with the grown hair there.
He pulls away, looking into your eyes with full of love, "I love you yn."
you smile ad you kiss his cheek, "And I love you."
As the afternoon turns into evening and the sun slowly sets, You and Jake sit down at one of your favorite spots in the park. You are against a tree, your back warmed up with his chest, arms enveloped around you like a blanket, watching the leaves rustle in the breeze and listening to the birds chirping.
We spend an hour or two just talking, catching up on everything that's happened in the past few months. He tells me that his grandmother is doing much better now and that they hired a woman to take care when his parents cannot. I tell him about my internship at work, it was for the journaling field of a reputed magazine company. We laugh, we tease, and we just enjoy each other's company.
He kisses your temple every so often, and realization dawns upon you that you missed this. You missed this feeling of doing nothing but everything at the same time. You missed his warm hold and his silly, cute laugh, you missed him.
Jake places a kiss on the top of your head before asking you to turn to him, a smile playing on his lips.
"Remember when we first met?" he asks, his eyes twinkling with nostalgia.
You nod, a smile forming on your own lips and you lean the side your face on his shoulder.
"Of course I do," You reply, giggling slightly. "Who could forget meeting the boy of their dreams in a park on a Saturday afternoon?"
Jake laughs, and you share a look of shared understanding. Your time apart may have been long, but our bond feels stronger than ever.
"I love you baby, till death do us apart." Jake says with sincerity.
you smile only widens till your cheeks are hurting, you placed a gently, shaking hand on his cheek and your foreheads meet.
"I love you Jake, till death do us apart."
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LMAOOO THIS WITH THE LECLERC BROTHERS đđ
https://youtube.com/shorts/aFHKUtjI44s?feature=share
That went well? (Lando Norris x Leclerc! Reader)
N.B: this had been in my drafts for a while, I hope you like it.
WARNING: SWEAR WORDS. F WORD MULTIPLE TIMES. PREGNANCY PRANK PLOT. MENTION OF COCK AND DICKHEAD (BOTH USED AS INSULTS). MENTIONS OF HITTING / SMACKING AS AN OLDER BROTHER (I DO NOT CONDONE VIOLENCE) let me know if I missed anything!
You didn't know how they managed to convince you, honestly it was a suicide mission, but still you could see the fun in your brothers' reactions, which is why you decided that inviting your brothers and their partners over would be a good way to do the prank.
Setting everything up, you started to get extremely nervous, you didn't know what to expect, all three Leclerc males are very unpredictable even if you grew up together your whole lives.
You knew there was no going back once you heard Carla's (Aurthur's girlfriend) scream from the bathroom, where you had set up the pregnancy test in the bin- hidden but visible enough for someone who would throw something away to see.
Meeting Lando's eyes from across the table, the same thought ran through your heads- well, there's no going back now.
While Arthur rushed to see Carla, followed by Lorenzo and his girlfriend, Charles spotted your nervous expression, your bouncing leg and your nails picking at the opposite thumb tearing off the skin. It was the last action that stopped the middle Leclerc boy dead in his tract, you only did that when you think whatever you did or said was downright bad- should stay away and isolate myself bad.
"YOU FUCKING BRITISH BREADSTICK," a strong, enraged voice echoed through the entire building "I WILL MAKE YOU CHEW ON YOUR OWN COCK YOU DICKHEAD."
Now, the Leclerc brothers have heard Lorenzo cursing up a storm before, but he had always been very careful around YN, installing into Charles and Arthur that yes you can swear and joke around with such words and insults around your friends, but not around girls and most certainly not their baby, innocent sister.
Was YN scared? Yes, she had never heard her brother sound so furious. Was Lando shaking in his non existent boots? Absolutely. The young driver started to sweat as soon as he heard the loud cry of his girlfriend's oldest brother.
Flared nostrils, red face and steam coming out of his ears, Lorenzo appeared at the end of the hall looking like he had fought his way out of an amusement park's death train seat.
"YOU GOT YN PREGNANT!"
Now, it was Charles' turn to follow his older brother's footsteps, "YOU FUCKING TOOL BOX! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"
"YOU WANKER!" now Landk did not expect Arthur to insult him with his own language- the British, but you can't always know what life's gonna throw at you.
Just like how he did not expect to be running around town at 7 PM trying to avoid Lorenzo's shoe that seemed to always re-appear in the eldest male's hands, along with trying to not get anymore bruises from the broken stick in Chales' hands (it broke as the older F1 racer smacked it on his back) all while trying not to question how Arthur even knows that many british insults.
"I feel like we should tell them that it's a prank." YN uttered softly, wincing as Charles has managed yet again to hit Lando, as if it was his birthday and Lando was his pinada.
"No no," Carla giggled as she watched Lorenzo's dress shoe fly across the street "this is fun."
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ă ⊠Waiting for You ⊠ă Bungo Stray Dogs, Port Mafia: Nakahara ChĆ«ya
a/n: hiiii everyone!! first, i wanna say thank u all sm for all ur support! this fic is a follow up to a thought that crossed my mind one day after work lol. i didn't expect that one post to have as many likes/reblogs as it ended up having, so here's a continuation of that little scenario for my fellow chƫya stans. i hope i did ok!
genre: f!reader who's a lil bit bratty; nasty with a sprinkle of fluff cuz it's established relationship!
content warning: MDNI! cunnilingus (he is pussydrunk omgđ), fingering, unprotected sex + he cums inside (she is on birth control), lots and lots of praise and pet names (babe, baby, doll), he says "fuck" like 1 billion times in this (this is canon tho and you can't change my mind about it BAHAHA) and uhhh and he gets a bit rough and overstimulates you (and himself) at the end as well hehe!
summary: after a tough day at work, there's nothing you want more than to be dicked down by your boyfriend, chĆ«ya âĄ
from just outside your bedroom, you hear a âclickâ of metal as the front door closes. the sound is followed by a familiar voice grumbling incoherent complaints and a quiet shuffling of shoes. it could only mean one thing: chĆ«ya is back from work.
hurriedly throwing on your house slippers, you rush out your room to greet him in the foyer of his apartment, singing his name excitedly for no reason other than the mere joy of seeing your boyfriend after a day spent apart. he chuckles at your liveliness, catching you as you throw your arms around him. youâre always a breath of fresh air after the grueling day-to-day work that is being a port mafia executive. his body, tense from being on-guard all day, relaxes into your touch slowly as he lets his defenses fall for you. pressing his lips to your hair, chĆ«ya relishes in the scent of your mint shampoo as you nuzzle into his chest.
â'missed you, doll.â
you had been waiting on your boyfriend for a little over two hours since your shift ended, but the short span of time felt like forever⊠and you knew exactly why.
you had spent one hour just laying in his king-sized bed. that one hour, you spent thinking, staring up at the ornate ceiling, tracing the details of each unique tile in your mind.
the next hour, you spent laying in that same bed, staring up at nothing, tracing the details of chĆ«ya in your mind â
that auburn hair that falls into his eyes, those curls that descend down the base of his neck,
the expensive cologne that lingers on his shoulder, that telling smile on his lips that speaks only your name;
those slender fingers that grasp your neck ever so slightly while your nails rake down his naked back...
the mattress creaking under your bodies as he fucks you â
the thought made you ache.
âugh, work was such shit today. youâll never believe who decided to stop by again.â chĆ«ya scoffs, snapping you out of your little fantasy. his hand brushes past your waist as he snakes past you to hang his hat up by the door. you feel your body become uncomfortably warm at his innocent touch. you're embarrassed at how flustered you get, your cheeks reddening as another dirty thought enters your mind. oh god⊠chĆ«ya can be so oblivious sometimes. honestly, wasnât it obvious from the way you jumped at him that you want him to make a move right now? for a man who could be so aggressive with others, he could be awfully passive with you.
âthat mackerel dazai is always trying to screw me over⊠iâll show him.â he grits his teeth, balling his hand into a fist as he mumbles about work again.
on most days, you would listen to chĆ«ya completely. youâd let him talk your ear off, in fact. chĆ«ya knew you were his #1 supporter â
but today was different. today has been an exceptionally stressful day at work for you, too.
it started with a power outage at your apartment, which led you to miss not one but two trains at work and consequently, being bitched at by your boss in front of the company president for tardiness⊠as if being shortchanged on a daily basis wasnât enough to have you always in a foul mood. in other words, you werenât feeling up to exchanging pleasantries with chĆ«ya today.
now, âsorry, chĆ«~â is all you could muster as you loop your finger on chĆ«yaâs waistband, pulling him closer to you by the hips. âworkâs not over yet⊠i need you in the bedroom, now.â
for a moment, your boyfriend just stares at you in disbelief, blinking. that mouth of yours never fails to disappoint â you can be so unassuming at times. a faint blush appears on his face as he looks away in embarrassment, surprised at your directness. thereâs that cute face of his, you think to yourself. then, a flash of confidence spreads across his face and his lips curve into a knowing smirk. "i didn't realize my girl would be so needy today," he whispers in your ear in a low voice, suddenly unconcerned about work. guiding your hands, he moves them lower until you're groping him through his pants. "come, i'll give you exactly what you want."
in the bedroom, heâs gentle, loving. trailing his lips down your neck, he pampers you with soft, kitten kisses, undressing you carefully as he pulls the tank top youâve changed into over your head and slips you out of the fuzzy shorts youâve left at his apartment for sleepovers. what you really want for him to do right now, though, is to bend you over and manhandle you â but your boyfriend has a habit of treating you like youâre fragile, and you canât help but wonder if heâs holding back.
unbuttoning his vest and shirt, you discard his clothes in a pile on the floor as he closes in on you, laying you down gently on the edge of the bed and smoothing his hands down your stomach. fingers play with the waistband of your cotton panties as his lips trail down your navel. "you waited so patiently for me... i oughtta reward you for being so good..." he teases.
you whine, feeling arousal collecting between your thighs as his hands inch lower but never touch you where you want him most. you throw your head back in a tantrum, grabbing at his hair. "c'mon chuuuu, just get on with it already," you complain at him. "don't bullshit anymore, please?"
yup, youâre his girl, alright â
âoyâ!" he snaps at you scoldingly, rolling his eyes. "honestly, youâre so impatientââ
then, just as youâre about to protest again, you feel that sweet, overwhelming wetness â the heat of his mouth enfolding you as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. he moans into you and you forget all your qualms as he grabs you, holding you still as you spasm. âc-chĆ«ya⊠oh, godâŠâ his name spills out of your lips and you gasp in pleasure, your hands getting tangled in his hair as he delves his tongue between your folds. his movements are skillful; he teases you with long licks and flicks of his tongue, exploring your taste as his slender fingers gather the arousal inside of you and rub circles at your clit.
âfuck, babe⊠youâre so fucking wet right now⊠this all for me?â
âall for you, chĆ«~â you moan shamelessly in response, stealing a peek at him in between shaky breaths. thereâs this wicked grin that's snuck its way onto his lips, a hunger in his eyes as he laps up your wetness, soaking in the stunning sight of your writhing under him. diving back in between your thighs, you hear him groan lowly against your bare skin:
âtastes so fucking sweet, babe⊠better cum for meâŠâ
and you need so much more of it.
burying your hands in his hair, you force his face deeper into you, as if he can burrow himself into your body. you plead for more, desperately grinding yourself against his tongue, crying out his name as he holds you in firmly against his eager mouth. âchĆ«ya, please⊠please, chĆ«yaâŠâ
then, just like he promised he would, chĆ«ya gives you exactly what you want â
he eats you like heâs starved, unrelenting, until heat sears through your entire body and your mind mind goes completely blank. your orgasm comes in waves. you convulse beneath him, his name spurting from out from your lips, your insides clenching the fingers that are still buried inside you.
âfuck, youâre hot.â â you hear him groan under his breath.
the sight of you so desperate and needy for him, gagging for him to fuck you dumb, has flipped a switch in him. heâs far from finished with you. âyouâre still on the pill, right?â he asks, out of breath, and you nod.
stripping, chĆ«ya frees himself from his boxers. you lick your lips at him seductively, looking up at him with these lustful eyes that are waiting to return the favor. he's hard from watching you come undone and leaking with his own pre-cum. for a moment, he considers having you suck him first â but the desire to be buried deep in your heat is just so overwhelming. he needs to be inside of you right now.
âiâm just gonna put it in this time, fuck it,â he swallows, grabbing your hips and positioning you in front of him. âbe a good girl for me, alright, doll?â
âalways am, chĆ«~â you quip, reaching for him as you blink your eyes at him innocently, this playful grin on your face. all he can do in response is smirk at you and shake his head at your persistent teasing, all too aware of the the fact that you have him wrapped around your finger. as you guide him inside you, you hear him inhale sharply, then you look up to see the long column of his neck as he sighs and throws his head back, sinking himself inside of you.
"damn, you feel good... if i knew you'd be treating me tonight... 'woulda come home sooner..." his fingers caress your cheek, his thumb circling around your lips as he glances back down to see how your body meets his. your slickness is sucking him right in â you're so warm and so, so very wet that it's taking no time for you to adjust to him tonight. as he pushes your thighs apart until you're on full display for him, his eyes wander down your body intently. his gaze is hot and full of nothing but pure admiration as he takes in the view of you desperately waiting to be fucked. "can't believe you're all mine too," he mumbles adoringly, stroking your hair with his hand, the strands slipping through his fingers as he grinds his hips slowly against yours. then, he starts moving, thrusting into you steadily until you're crying out his name again, begging for more.
âfeels⊠sâgood chĆ«~ please⊠harder⊠chĆ«, please⊠go harderâŠâ
picking up the pace, he throws your legs over his shoulders and snaps his hips into yours faster, faster, faster. your mind is flooded with nothing but thoughts of chĆ«ya â being filled by him completely, his name overflowing from your lips, and the sound of your skin against his drowning out your moans. you feel his fingers squeeze the sides of your neck, then his hand wraps around a cluster of your hair and he pulls your head back, forcing you to look into his eyes once more as you gasp for breath.
"fuck, baby, you're so pretty right now. do you even have any idea how sexy you are?" he's panting wildly, this insatiable look glistening in his gray irises as he fucks you brainless. that damn look of pure bliss on your face, those filthy moans of yours, and your bouncing breasts are all driving him insane. "god, kiss meâ" he growls, crashing his lips into yours. teeth collide with teeth as your noses bump together; you feel his saliva mix with yours and your tongues intertwine. "turn around for me, babe. lemme get behind you."
you nod, and he tosses you on your knees recklessly, then pulls you back against him fast and hard. you feel a firm slap to your ass and you yelp out his name. "fuck, babe, i'm not gonna last much longer. i'm gonna cum insideâ"
âfaster chƫ⊠faster⊠cum inside me... i want you toâŠâ
"oh shit... fuck, babyâ" he twitches inside of you, grabbing your breasts roughly as he empties hot spurts of cum inside you. you think he's finished with you â but then he buries his fingers into your hips again and starts fucking into you harder, nearly collapsing as he slams into you. you tangle your hands into his hair from behind, sobbing out his name as you shove your hips back against his, helping him ride out the last moments of his high.
âoh my god, chƫ⊠feels fucking goodâŠâ
finally, you feel him pull out, leaving your core throbbing and your legs trembling as his hot seed leaks down your thighs.
"jesus, i made a mess." there's some irritation in his voice as he catches his breath, raking a hand through the beads of sweat in his hair. "i guess new sheets are coming out of my next paycheck," he mutters. then, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, you feel his arms wrap around your waist as chƫya pulls you tight against his chest. "c'mon doll. let me run a bath for us."
âŠ
sitting between chĆ«ya's legs in the bathtub, you scrub shampoo bubbles through his hair as your boyfriend pours out another glass of expensive wine. "oy â don't get carried away. you know you're a lightweight," you tease.
"âam not!â he mutters defensively, rolling his eyes at you. then, bringing the glass to your lips, he parts your mouth with his thumb. "taste it, you'll like this one."
taking a sip, you savor the flavor on your tongue before passing the glass back to chƫya. "oh, yeah, you said you had a bad day at work, right? what happened?"
"honestly, i can't even remember now," he sighs, putting the glass down and pressing a kiss to your temple. "how âbout you, doll? how was your day?"
you think for a moment, then scrunch up your nose in disgust as you recall the day's events. "don't even get me startedâ!"
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SERENE SHENANIGANS
âš summary â© twst âș waking them up to tell them stories that donât make sense
tags ⧠fluff, crack, savanaclaw boys, defo not proofread its like 7 am, cursing but nothing out of the ordinary, ooc(?), ruggie calls you a little shit like once (affectionate), jack is whipped for you
amanuensisâ message âč I LITERALLY LOVE DOING THIS??? my friends hate me for it. but anyways hiii im back after like my month hiatus, how are thy sleeplings?đ mb guys writers block has been really kicking my ass, i was spitting blanks on paper⊠iâm gonna hopefully post another pastry emporium soon for scarabia so stay tuned for thatâŒïž
â 300+ e/chara â
â« sunset boulevard - hohyun
twst masterlist
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
â âleona⊠pspspsâŠ.â
â he hums gruffly when his name was called the first time, only opening his eye thinking you called him a second time when it was really just noise that you would make to get the attention of a house cat. he instantly pins his ears back. how dare you. âhmm?â
â âso i took our snail for a walk and i had accidentally left my feet here to wash the dishes because the grass was blue.â
â huh? you could see him trying to process everything you just said as you explained, his lips parting and eyebrows furrowing. it took everything in you not to laugh. he does one of those blinks, the really delayed ones, one eye opens before the otherâŠ
â heâs half asleep too so the confusion is just adding up altogether. if chicken scratch wasnât a writing term, this is literally it in words. its like the books back at home he picks up to read (derogatory) its, what, 4 am? dont do this to himđ
â youâve never seen him so expressiveđ this definitely makes his eye and ear twitch at the same time. what type of fucked up fever dream is this?? its usually a blessing seeing you as the first thing he wakes up to, not when you wake him up with some bull strung up in a sentence with your beady eyes staring at him while he sleeps. he loves you, yes, but what does he even say to thisâŠ
â âwhatâŠâ
â your forehead met with his chest as you struggled not to laugh at the uncharacteristic break in leonaâs voice. how many cups of coffee did you drink? he asks you to repeat yourself even though it kinda a mind mush decision so you did and by the end of it, he looks absolutely restless.
â âthatâs⊠yes. thatâs great, herbivore. can we go to bed now?â
â you note that leona is surprisingly patient when half asleep
âââââââ â â âŽâŻ âą
JACK HOWL
â deep sleeper. tug his ear. though he practically springs up before your hand makes contact, giving himself whiplash.
â âjack?â
â almost instantly relaxes when he realizes its you, tail wagging subtlyâčïž âhi, baby. sâsomething wrong?â
â âhiii, do you remember a year ahead ago when i had to go to the dentist to get my spine fixed and the cats were barking at the flying dogs because the sky was in the water?â
â bro feels like he just had a strokeđ heâs blinking rapidly, rubbing nose bridge as you explain. he really wants to understand, he does, but wtf did you just say??? it was the innocent âhiâ before you unapologetically bashed his head in with the entire dictionary. its so ridiculous he couldnât help but laugh.
â âjack, this is serious.â even as you told him that, your voice was not steady at all which made his shoulders shake violently in silent laughter.
â âim listening, i swear. tell me one more time?â yk his ass is not listening. he pulls you into his lap while his thumbs idly rubbed your sides, responding to your stories with âuh-huhâ and âyeah?â with a lovesick smile on his face.
â eventually holds your face and starts pressing heart squeezing, fluffy kisses all over your face which truly made you more tired then you were. you honestly start forgetting what and where the story was going.
â jack only pauses his kissing attack to respond when you take a small break but even then he doesnât pull away fully, heâs just speaking against your skin
â ââand the duck had my arm while i was taking it on a walk because gran tammy was in a flying shopping cart.â
â âoh wow. and then?â
â heâs listening but heâs not, mostly because heâs like two seconds away from dreamland and his brain isnât registering half the shit youâre saying. he wants to see how many stories you can jumble up.
â âyeah, i think itâs bedtime for usâŠâ
âââââââ â â âŽâŻ âą
RUGGIE BUCCHI
â omfg he wakes up like a mom. like yk how you would barely touch them and they would gasp like they were just given cpr?? he wakes up like that.
â and youâre just standing there awkwardly đïžđïž
â takes a quick look around before looking at you. âwhat happened? is it time to wake up leona already?â you shake your head and ruggie flops back, an arm draped over his eyes. âyou scared me⊠come, lay down with me?â he held his free arm out for you and you did take your place cozied up against his side. to your surprise, you did actually scare the living shit out of him from how fast his heart was racing.
â âruggie, yk i just found out youâre related to turtles, right? and i had to take uncle bobby to the vet to get a dna test because the fish drowned in air.â
â slow roblox turn towards you but instead its his head as he cranes it down to stare at you. you can practically hear the gears in his head turning and you literally could not look at him or youâd blow your cover.đ§đŸ
â âiâm sorry,, what the fuck??â
â heâs genuinely confused, asking you questions about your story while his brain tries to put together the pieces. each question he asks, the more its harder to speak in full sentences other than wheezes
â âwhat are you laughing at, ya little shit? explain this to me!â
â âiâm trying!â
â and you aređ its like when you have to explain the family tree really slow bc you cant say, âmy fatherâs girlfriendâs sonâ without him like ???? and youâre trying to explain it to him slowly, eventually forgetting what you said in the first placeâŠ
â ââŠand the fish drowned in air.â
â âyes.â
â âsweetheart, you still havenât explained how iâm related to turtlesââ
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Blue lock NSFW HCs
A/n: so since Iâve let this anime take over my life completely I feel Iâm overqualified to give better hcs and since I donât have a specific scenario in this is general headcanonsđ (pls request blue lock I have brainworms)
Blue lock:
- off the bat isagi telling us he has a thigh fetish is so real it me he keeps his hands on your thigh at all times
- Really one hand on the steering wheel the other just barely in your pants fingering you
- They all kinda got that sauce in âem yk?
- Isagi can say âpretty thingâ or âsweetnessâ in that low ass voice and it will have you on your knees
- NAGI CALLING YOU PRETTY
- Idk WHERE that shit came form but every fic he just calls you pretty and thatâs def canon that man is 6â3 so hear me out
- This big ass man whoâs usually lazy and barely paying attention putting in that work on you, keeping you pressed into the bed with his full body weight
- Mumbling in your ear in his monotone voice thatâs just one octave lover
- âCmon pretty, gunna come fâme?â heâs looking at you with his egoist eyes
- Will have you in between him and Reo
- Sorry but thatâs just as canon as bachira and isagi itâs gunna happen at LEAST once
- Seishiro can run with the best of them w that ego too like he says heâs a pacifist but heâs squared up first on someone like 4 timesđ
- He Probably offhandedly mentions something about you in convo with Reo and youâre done for
- Theyâre like gaming or something and you walk into the room
- âIâll prove it- hey come here for a secâ and now all of a sudden youâre seated in between his delicious thighs being fingered open by nagi in front of Reo like heâs giving a tutorialđ
- I see yâallâs saying Reo would do that for inexperienced nagi but I raise you that Reo only has casual flings and has been intimate with nagi so heâs not used to their duo being a trio
- Nagi spreading your legs keeping them wide open for Reo to see everything while he leans over your shoulder and makes sure heâs focused on what heâs doing
- Something something good with his givers because gamer
- Heâs working you open with his huge fingers almost unbothered by the fact that your squirming and grabbing at his arm
- Reo is a little flustered but heâs def paying attention
- Theyâre acting like theyâre talking about the weather like you not gushing all over his fingers
- Makes you cum like three times this way before he says âReo is pretty good with his tongue, can he have a taste too?â
- Nagi and his crazy stamina will not let you rest!
- RIN! My beloved baby boy!
- Heâs a FREAK like freaky NASTY and mean about it too!
- Little slow on the uptake but once you really start learning about each other heâs working out all his frustrations on you
- Not very emotive but heâs blunt so he will make his feelings perfectly clear
- Brat tamer by default bc you push his buttons
- âKeep that same energy when I get you aloneâ
- Fucks you in the locker rooms
- Likes you wearing his jersey while he does it
- Had hella pictures and videos of it too that you donât remember him takingđ
- Keep him company on his long away gamesđ
- Everyone knows heâs having good sex bc he has scratch marks all over his back and dares someone to say shit about them
- Since like every single one of his dispositions is bc of Sae you have to be patient with him
- The itoshi issue is that they will have conflicts in their head, decide what YOU are gunna say and make choices silently based off that
- Like bitch if you donât TALK TO ME??
- Rin will not start the convo and avoid you in a fight bc in his mind he fucked up and you never want to see him again but like did I say that??
- You gotta go to him and be like say what the fuck youâre thinking :/
- Both the itoshi brothers are rough
- Rin will use his insane stamina to fuck you right to sleep like heâs trying to watch a game stop playing w him
- Probably end up fucking you with or in-front of isagi
- One thing about Rin Itoshi is that he has something to prove always
- Sae and shidou you already know lmao
- My favs?? Come the fuck ON they have nasty ass sex daily
- Sae count your fucking days bc imma best your ass đ
- However,,, the dynamic between him and Ryusei is too tasty to ignore
- Sae and his butt fetish will usually do anal if youâre taking both of them at once
- His dick is really pretty you and shidou have full length discussions about it and he is TIRED
- Sae likes to think he has you two on a leash and for the most part he kinda does
- But you might as well be on demon time too bc once you and Ryusei tag them
- Him??
- The great cold and calculated Sae Itoshi the gem of Japan will be a whiny little Bitch
- Likes to piss you off so youâll be rough with him and Shidou right there with you
- Youâre both fed up with his shit so you decide to punish him
- You edging him while Ryu fucks him mercilessly
- Imagine youâre riding him reverse cowgirl and shidou is fucking him so hard and deep he canât breathe
- You two doing that whole outwardly ignoring him kissing while he wants you to pay attention to him clawing at your lower back and hips
- Moaning out âsorryâ and babbling nonsense
- Cums a lot and itâs thick in consistency
- Whimpers when you and shidou taste him on each other and he canât kiss either of you
- Tears steaming down his face while he struggles to keep his eyes from rolling back and can barely even say what he wants because heâs moaning so much
- Aftercare is so cute bc you both clean him up and give him as many kisses as he wants
- That really fixes his attitude LMAO
- Isagi can get pretty try mean too you trigger that ego and heâs just as ruthless as he is in the field
- âYou think Iâm gunna let you cum after you spent all day on my nerves? Be seriousâ
- Heâs big on eye contact
- Will sit back in a chair and stare at you as he makes you ride him with no help
- âGo on, you wanted it, ainât you?â
- Spanks you hard
- Chigiri hyoma is HUNG
- like oh my god pretty face huge dick
- People paint him as like corset when heâs like really mild mannered and mean? Lmao his egoist profile even says heâs mean
- Heâs blunt and says exactly what he means
- If âokay?? AND??â Was a personđ
- Will get choked up if you kiss the scar on his knee when you go down on him
- âCmon you can take more than that canât you?â
- He can go fast but likes going slow and deep
- Really savor the moment
- Wants to feel every second of you going up and down his dick
- Meanie!!
- âYouâre creaming around me already and Iâve barely made it all the way inâ
- Preps you really good before hand too thatâs like mandatory even if youâre ready heâs going to have you cum on his tongue or fingers first
- Gets pussy drunk a lot and ends up fucking himself into overstimulation
- Liked his hair pulled on
- Barou? Whew the king definitely deserves that title!
- A big fan of slow and deep like Chigiri
- Will make you face him as he fucks up into you
- âQuit wining and take it, youâre the one who kept begging for me to fuck you all dayâ
- Will clean the sheets fully after sex like lmao heâs changing the whole bed
- Letâs see hiori too! People like to say the self proclaimed âultra sadistâ as like just a bottom all the time
- Heâs more mean and doesnât care about it
- âOw! That kinda hurt!â
- âHm? Goodâ
- Big fan of face fucking
- Shidou alone is very baby
- Iâm his defense lawyer yall like heâs an aquifer taste so you can not like him
- But thatâs your fault and a skill issueđ
đżâš
- Heâs the unhinged very soon of isagi very emotionally intelligent and can read a room
- He simply does not CARE about others
- Very âif people are going to isolate me then Iâll push them awayâ vibes
- Like he rly has a connection w the whole cast minus rin and kunigami
- If he hadnât took a kick at isagi him and bachira would be besties!đ„ș
- They understand the same type of loneliness
- Back to the horny
- He will split you open on his cock any time of the day
- Heâs very god at anatomy and chemistry like look at how tf he talks
- HES LITERALLY A STRAIGHT A STUDENT!
- Has a breeding kink in canon
- âIf you keep my cum inside you for the whole game Iâll eat it out of you when we winâ
- Cock bastard also
- Rin def walked in on you two once and it haunts him
- Seeing your face utterly fucked out not caring that youâre both locking eyes while shidou whoâs blissfully unaware keeps bullying his fat cock into you against the lockersđ€
- He canât look you in the face for like a month lol
- Chigiri like pegging and kunigami can suck dick rly well
- Donât ask me how ik I just KNOW Mr. Bisexual representation has had a relationship with a guy who he was intimate with
- Bachira likes to paint your face white
- Loved seeing you with his cum on your face
- Wonât tell you heâs close when you suck him off on purpose sometimes
- âOops, my bad! You do look pretty like this thoâșïžâ be so the fuck fr
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For the arranged marriage au I thought it was so funny how readers mom was regretting setting her up with Sevika. Could we see more of that? Like it could be the morning after the last fic you wrote of them and they can barely get any of their responsibilities taken care of bc theyâre all over each other and readers mother and sevs father has to keep reminding them đ
That was just one thought I had so I hope thatâs enough to help you out and get ideas flowing!
I LOVE THEM adl;fja;slkdj
men and minors dni
"you are in so much trouble, young lady."
you cringe in your mother's arms, her stern voice still the same after all this time.
sevika's taken you home for your third anniversary. as much as you love zaun, there's no place like home, and you've been dying to show sevika all over your kingdom since you moved to zaun.
you pull away from your hug with your mom to blink up at her. "hello to you too, mom. good to see you after all this time...?" you prompt. she rolls her eyes and pinches your cheek.
"yes, yes, you look amazing, i feel so old, i've missed you dearly. now tell me why the king of zaun has been writing me, begging me to get you under control?" she asks, her pinch on your cheek flying up to your ear.
you cringe and squirm. "mom!" you whine. "he pushes sev around too much, whaddya expect?" you manage to duck out of her pinch, and run into your dad's arms before she can grab you again.
he and sevika are laughing at the sight of the queen disciplining her daughter, and he kisses your throbbing earlobe when you hug him. "hello, dear." he greets. "it's so good to have you back. how long are you staying?"
"six months." sevika replies for you.
your mother groans at her answer.
you only end up staying for three.
about a month into your stay, you sneak sevika out of the palace walls to visit the hot springs you used to frequent as a rebellious teenager.
it takes a few nips of the liquor in the flask you'd brought along to convince her-- but you manage to get sevika to strip down naked with you and go for a swim.
it's magical, swimming and laughing and playing with your wife in the warm water, the moon your only witness.
"so this is what you did for fun growing up?" sevika asks when she's got you in her arms, your arms around her shoulders, your legs around her hips. she holds you easily in the water-- though she doesn't struggle out of the water with this either.
"this, and a whole lotta drinking games." you joke. sevika snorts.
"am i the first girl you ever brought here?" she asks.
you grin, and sevika ducks her head in embarrassment. "are you jealous baby?" you ask.
"'m a fucking princess. you're my wife. 'm not jealous." she mumbles.
you cackle, then swoop in to kiss the frown off her lips. "you're the first girl i ever brought here." you promise. her pout vanishes and she smiles.
"you're just saying that to make me feel better." she accuses. you laugh and nod along, and she groans.
"what the fuck! you brought other women here?!" she whines. your laughs are so loud, a few birds asleep in the trees overhead wake up and fly away. "who are they? i'll kill 'em." she demands.
you kiss your wife. "sev, darling, i was fifteen. we'd stick our feet in and pass a bottle-- i'd be lucky if i got a kiss." you say. she's still pouting, but it's lessening as you speak.
"so... they didn't see you naked?" she asks, her eyes ducking down to take a quick peek at your tits as she speaks. you burst into another round of laughter.
"no, they didn't. they didn't have their hands on my ass like this either." you say, gesturing to the way she's holding you. sevika's pout breaks into a cocky smile as she squeezes your asscheeks, and you giggle.
"fuckin' idiots. i'd've been all over you babe, i promise." she mumbles as she starts to press kisses down your throat. you snort.
"baby-- i've seen the royal portraits from when you were fifteen." you tease. she groans, biting your throat to keep you from speaking. you just tug her hair and continue. "i think you'd've been way too distracted by the stables and horses to give a fuck about skinny dipping."
sevika bites your shoulder and you yelp, and then she glares up at you. "you're never gonna let that go, are you?" she groans.
you giggle and shake your head no.
sevika was obsessed with horses in her adolescence, to the point where she demanded that she be painted alongside all her horses (both real and imaginary) for her fifteenth portrait. it's fucking adorable-- one of your favorite paintings of her in all of zaun. the childlike whimsy in her eyes, the excited grin on her lips, the ridiculous riding uniform that she was quickly outgrowing in the midst of puberty-- it's perfect. you've asked for a minature version to be painted so you can keep it in a locket.
sevika hates it. to distract you from your fond, adoring laughter, she pushes you against a stone, and shoves her tongue down your throat.
it's a pretty good distraction.
you moan, scratching sevika's shoulders in a weak attempt to pull her even closer to you.
just as her hand starts to trail up your thigh toward your cunt, a scandalized gasp rings out, followed by a clatter.
you and sevika jump apart, and then a moment later, sevika jumps in front of your naked body, protecting your naked body from view of your intruder.
only-- it's not an intruder.
it's holy elder reginald, and all his religious gear.
"oh my-- ladies!" he squeaks. you and sevika both cringe and quickly jump out of the water to begin dressing yourselves as reginald turns his back, but continues to shout. "it's the first full moon of spring! it's a holy day! these are holy waters! you are desecrating a landmark sacred to our peo--"
"sorry reggie!" you giggle, pulling your underwear back on and grabbing sevika's wrist. "i-i forgot about the moon magic stuff, zaun's all about the sun!"
this pisses the old man off even more, and you shrink in on yourself as he spins around to gawk at you. "the moon mag-- princess!" he scolds.
behind you, sevika tugs on your grasp. you giggle, then let her pull you back toward the dirt path you'd come in on, both of you sprinting away from the screaming old man, cackling as you run through the forest and back toward your palace.
when you get back to your room, both of you are delirious with laughter and embarrassment, laughing against one another hysterically as you try to kiss.
in the morning, your mother nearly rips your ear off your head with all the pinching she does as she scolds you. it's worth it for the way sevika blushes each time holy elder reginald attends a meeting with her, though.
two months into your visit, sevika almost causes an uprising a small fishing village when the two of you visit.
she doesn't mean to, it's just a cultural miscommunication, but you watched in horror as your wife is offered a precious, sacred scale from the great fish of your nation-- and she pops it in her mouth and starts chewing.
you gasp, choke, and then squeal. "sev, no!"
but, it's too late. she swallowed it. the ancient token of appreciation, acceptance, and leadership-- meant to be worn like a badge of honor-- right down the hatch.
"what, was there a sauce to dip it in or something?" she asks.
you had to put yourself between your wife and the mob of angry old fishermen, waving your hands and promising your people that your wife doesn't know the custom-- that most gifts in zaun are edible-- that, really, if you get to know her, she's very nice.
(then you have to rush her back home to the medic, because her stomach starts acting up and she starts shitting her pants. she spends the rest of the week in the royal infirmary.)
and then, the final straw-- three months into your visit back home, you and sevika attend a ball.
it's meant to be something lowkey and smiple-- there are a few foreign dignitaries visiting, and now that they have no children to raise, your parents are always looking for a reason to have a dance.
a casual affair-- just your family and the nobles, a few merchants, some townspeople who won tickets for a night at the palace in a lottery-- something easy and fun to take place in the courtyard on a lovely spring evening.
but then, he shows up.
sir trent. you grew up with the asshole-- his parents are invaluable consultants to your parents, but he's a worthless dickhead. constantly questioning your parents decisions, acting as if he could rule a country with ease despite the fact that he hasn't worked a day in his life, manipulating and demeaning everyone he meets in an attempt to boost his own ego.
you manage to avoid him most the night, you and sevika dancing and eating and drinking in your own little corner by the rose bushes, wrapped up in each other's eyes-- uncaring of the world around you.
but then he swaggers over, a smirk on his lips as he approaches you. "princess!" he greets.
you and sevika slow to a sway and you nod politely. "sir trent, good to see you."
"'s been a while, huh?" he asks. you nod, then turn back to sevika, assuming the conversation is over. "who's your lady friend?" he asks.
you stop in your tracks, then turn to face him fully, letting go of sevika's hips. "my wife?" you ask.
"oh, is that so?" he asks. you nod, not understanding his line of questioning. "so your parents finally relented to all your..." he waves his hand in your general direction. "stuff."
"my stuff?"
"your bullshit."
"excuse me--" sevika tries to cut in. you hold a hand up, and she stops, her chest just barely brushing your fingers.
"my bullshit?"
"how do the two of you expect to produce an heir?" he asks. "it's a disgrace to the entire royal bloodline."
"a bloodline you are not a part of." you remind him.
he scoffs, and takes a step back, his face turning red in anger. "fuck you."
"you fuckin' wish!" you laugh. trent shivers, and then his voice squeaks as he screams.
"i don't wish, princess, but if you ever need a sperm donor, i'd be willing to bend that wife of yours ov--"
you aren't sure what's happened until your knuckles start stinging.
trent's flat on his back, knocked out cold, his nose bloody. all the party guests have turned to face you, and the music's stopped.
you blink down at your hand, your knuckles bloody, and then you giggle.
oh. you think. i've always wanted to do that.
"...babe?" sevika asks.
you turn around, and sevika breaks into a grin the moment your eyes meet. "are you okay?" you ask, worried about the disgusting things he'd said to her. sevika cackles, and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss.
you vaguely register the conducter counting the band off, and the music starting again. a few hoots and cheers ring out around the courtyard, and you even hear your dad's loud, proud laugh.
when sevika's hand travels down to grab your ass, your mother's eerily loud throat-clear rings out. you both jump away guiltily, and turn to face the queen as she approaches you.
"i'm sorry mom, he w--"
"don't worry, dear, sir trent's always been my least favorite of the nobles." she whispers, kissing your cheek, and reaching out to hold sevika's hand. she sighs, then rolls her eyes. "that being said, i am kicking you two out of my kingdom."
you blink. "what?"
"i ask that you return to zaun before next week-- or i will have you forcibly deported." she says. you blink again.
"what!?"
"dear, if i let you stay any longer, the two of you will cause a fucking war." she says. "i love you. i've missed you. i am so happy you and sevika are happy and in love-- but i simply cannot deal with your mayhem anymore. your ban will be lifted next year, when you will be allowed to visit again for one month. that's it."
your mother turns on her heels and marches away, and you watch her go, shocked.
under your feet, trent starts to groan and blink awake.
beside you, your wife bursts into laughter.
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Hiiiiii sorry to bother- but i'm OBESSED with dad!Simon. have you seen those tiktoks of dad's crying while their baby girls get ear piercings? They look more in pain than the kid themselves?? I'd like to ask for a short drabble please!! â€ïžâ€ïžđ©
Silent Treatment
Simon and your baby girl are shunning you after getting her ears pierced
A/N: ANON ANOOOON! Those tik toks make me laugh because itâs like damnnn those dads wanna fight mom soooo bad. đ But yes yes I love this idea!
simon x reader guide
simon x reader family
You felt bad truly, you stood in the door frame as Simon didnât look at you. Same with your infant daughter. âSi, we talked about it.â
Simon shook his head. âDoesnâ matter, she was in pain. Almost took the bitchâs head off,â Your daughter clanged to her father as she sighed into his shoulder. âWe are not happy about it, arenâ we princess.â Simon said whispering to Millie.
You chuckled low before sighing. âSimon she is fine now. She isnât even crying.â
âHer ears say othâr wise.â He commented looking at her subsiding red ears.
You smirked as you saw Simon smirk, he was milking it now. You glared at him still smirking as you fold your arms. âYou canât gate-keep her forever you know.â
Simonâs smile grew bigger as he looked at Millie than you. âYou try to take her for me and see whoâs gate keepinâ who.â
You roll your eyes, chuckling. He was right, she was the one clinging onto him without any hesitation. When you tried to get her out of her car seat she screamed for her daddy. You really pissed her off, you knew she was daddyâs girl but never has she refused you getting her out.
Millie looked over her shoulder and her head was still laying on his shoulder. Her brown eyes looking right through your soul. You could feel the anger on the toddler. God how much both Millie and Simon were alike, even in her toddler years. That look that she was baring into your soul was the same look that her father gave the lady that pierced her ears.
âOkay dad you can go on the other side so I can just snap one on,â The lady said pulling out the piecing gun. Your mom did it to you when you were younger, easier to do it when they wonât remember it. Raise your daughter to have a routine of having earrings. Millie looked up at you as you sat her on your lap. She was confused, first having a stranger holding her ear and mom letting the stranger holding her ear. The lady smiled up at you. âYou ready?â
Simon looked over at her. âIt wonât hurt her too bad yeah?â You swore he was more nervous than how Millie looking on your lap.
You smiled holding her closer. âShe will cry Simon but it shouldnât hurt too much. It will feel like a pinch.â
Oh how wrong you were, once the piercing went in she screamed. Simon snapped his head up to the lady before giving her a death stare, as he moved over to the side to see her ear red. Millie kicked and tried to pull you off of her. You watched as Simonâs hands clenched into fists. âOne more! I know baby.â The lady said walking over to the other side cautiously.
You saw Simon watch carefully as the lady lined up the piercing. You swore you saw fire in his eyes but also pain. You havenât seen Simon express that emotion in years, it made your heart hurt to see him in pain as well. Millie started to lift herself as she reached for Simon. Simon tapped his foot waiting for the session to just end.
You tried to grab her hand to soothe her but instead she batted away. She tried to reach for Simon once again as you held her still. You looked over to see tears in his eyes, which made your heart drop. âSimon,â You soothed. âShe is okay.â
Simon snapped his head to you. âShe doesnâ look okay to me.â You frowned as he looked back to Millie as you petting her head until the lady got her gun in place of her earlobe.
After the last snap, Millie screamed again, having her arms raised to Simon. It was like flash of lightning when Simon was right in front of you. Simon grabbed her immediately, bounced her up and down. Shushing her, soothing her, rubbing her back.
Simon left the store immediately, leaving you in the dust. You sighed as you handed the money to the lady. âDonât worry all husbands do that with their babies. The good ones at that.â The lady whispered to you. âSome of them actually shed tears.â
You smiled and thanked her, however she was wrong about him not shedding a tear. You knew why he stormed out with her, you saw the single tear leaving his eye when he snatched her.
You paid the lady and thanked her as you watched Simon hold Millie closer. Both of them gave you the silent treatment, like you did the piercing. You rolled your eyes as you tried to hold Millie but she refused you as she clanged onto Simon all the way to the car.
After getting out of the car he went straight to her room as he rocked her. Holding her. Soothing her. You followed him into the doorway, as you listened to him mumble sweet things to her. It wasnât until then he started to speak to you.
âIâm not mad at ya,â He said sighing. âDidnâ like my babygirl cryinâ like that.â His voice lowered even more as he rubbed her back on soothing motions. Holding her even closer than he already had her before.
You nodded. âI know you donât. I am sorry you felt that way. My heart hurt too, I didnât expect her to scream cry,â You fell silent as you watched Millie turn to cuddle more close to his neck. Gripping his shirt. You chuckled having Simon start to smile looking at you. âI think you scared the lady as well.â
Simon scoffed, rolling his eyes. âGood she hurt Mills, should have just stared at her the whole time to have her stop.â
You chuckled coming in more, Millie watched as you walked up to her and Simon. âThen she would only have one earring.â
Simon followed with his eyes as you stood in front of him. His eyes softening as he chuckled. âThatâs the new thing isnât it?â
Now it was your time to roll your eyes as you giggled. âIâm sorry baby,â You whispered kneeling down, rubbing the top of her ear. âThink you will be the only one to have pierced ears if we get you a sibling.â
She cooed as you leaned up to kiss her forehead. She laid back into his chest. It was quiet for a moment before you stood up. âDamn right.â Simon mumbled, smirking down at you.
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Hello my love! I have heard your call for Kaz requests and I have an idea rattling around in my head!
Could you maybe do a Kaz x fem!Reader where they're in their early 20s and have been together for years and overcome Kaz's touch aversion (bc our poor boy deserves some healing đ)? But that's not the idea, the idea is that the reader hasn't been sleeping for a few nights and ends up getting hurt because of it? Could be from fainting and hitting her head, slow reflexes on a job, etc. I trust your brilliant mind!
I can't wait to watch you grow as a writer!!!! â€ïž
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Summary: The lack of sleep Kaz has been warning his girl about finally has consequences.
Pairing: Kaz Brekker x fem!reader
Warnings: Mentions of overwoking, lack of sleep, blood, a very angsty moody angry sad Kazzle, mentions of blood and lost of conscience. The usual crow violence! Lmk if I missed any.
Word Count: 3.5K whoops
Requested: Yes
A/N: IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! :( I love the prompt, however and am very excited to work on this. Hope u like it nonnie and that last thing means the absolute world! <3
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Now he knew he was in no position to demand her to rest. Kaz Brekker was known in his close circle for two things; killing whoever disrespected his love and always scheming. The electricity his brain consumed when plotting the next heist didn't even allow him to sleep when being tucked in with Y/N laying over his chest. But she never had the same issue before!
That's how it worked. She got mad because he wasn't sleeping and would reproach his ears off until he folded and left his papers to join her in bed. So, it was safe to say Kaz was startled when he noticed the absence of steps approaching his office. The clock read the time to be a quarter past midnight. He learned by endlessly scolding from you the hard way it was no use staying up late for a job when he had pretty much everything prepared, so he dropped everything and left to his room.
"Darling, are you-" his question was answered as he opened the door and saw her drawing on the little desk he got for her. "Hmm, hi love. It's quite early. What are you doing here?" Kaz wanted to laugh at that. Had she really lost notion of time that badly? "It's past midnight now, Y/N. What are you working on?" His shirt was discarded in some chair, along with his coat.
He was now in his dress pants and a black sleep blouse, leaning over the back of her chair to see the canvas. It was a picture of the sea, surely an image she hadn't been able to get out of her head after the quick trip you took to the docks with Wylan to ensure a better hiding spot, in case things went south on Saturday.
"I don't know if I'm getting the blues right... you know how it somehow turns gray when the day's rainy?" she wondered out loud. "Don't throw it away altogether, I know you're already thinking about it" "I'm not!" Y/N giggled, knowing fully her boyfriend could read her mind. "Fix it in the morning. Let's go to bed now, yes?" Kaz tried, tilting his head to her right side and nudging his nose a little on her cheek as she hummed in response.
It had taken a long time, many years, to reach these moments. Years of hoping she could one day have his arms draped around her waist in security, head on his chest without a care in the world, because all that really mattered was they'd be keeping each other warm with their bodies. Y/N was patient, not minding the baby-steps and Kaz's constant need to push her away because he thought she deserved better. Truth is, there was no one better for her.
Kaz had a hard time wrapping his head around this fact. Did you love him for him? A limping criminal who was too weak to even bear the thought of embracing you when tears streamed down your cheeks on a specially tough day? Why? It took convincing, long talks, difficult moments and even worse fights... but you made it.
She felt his steady heartbeat as they lay together in their silk black sheets, indulging in the beauty of it. Their breathings became one, and she swore there was no better place the saints could come up with as heaven. "Everything's ready?" "Yes, I figured I should come here with you instead of overthinking it all. I'll tell everyone the plan tomorrow and revise it again the day before" he took a deep breath, turning to face her and leaving a soft kiss on her lips.
"It's late, you don't seem tired" Kaz noted, Y/N's eyes nowhere near closing as they usually would by now. Her boyfriend, on the contrary, was starting to hide that beautiful icy green his irises held, then came a yawn to confirm his fatigue. "Rest, my love. I'm sure I'm not too far behind," she assured him, pecking his head as he lay on her chest now.
"Goodnight, Kaz".
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It may as well have been minutes, or hours, days, for all she cared to reason. All she knew was that she couldn't sleep for the life of her. Kaz moved a lot in his sleep and after he lost hold of her, the night became a non-stop tossing and turning in their shared bed. She could hear the faint sound of carriages passing down their street, surely carrying some rich merchant who just had the night of his life betting or in one of the pleasure houses.
It had been a while since she felt this way. Pretty much every night prior Kaz offered her a permanent position on the crows after she worked with them was like this. The clock in their room, hanging on a wall distant from her, kept ticking and if it got quiet enough, she could've been able to hear the gears turning. Three in the bloody morning and Y/N had luckily gotten by far twenty minutes of sleep. The girl sighed and lay down again, looking up at the ceiling briefly before closing her eyes in hopes of resting a little more.
She didn't, not even in the days ahead. Kaz pointed out how he could feel her moving way more than usual as his a light sleeper, not blaming her whatsoever but more concerned as to what was keeping her up. Y/N didn't know either, so she figured solving it with Jesper's coffee and quick (very ineffective) naps on the couches and tables at the slat so she could at least be aware of the task at hand; the job.
The day came, and she felt very optimistic about it all. Truth is, Y/N loved dressing up with pretty dresses and daggers hidden around her thighs. She found some kind of satisfaction in keeping this knowledge to herself, the men and women throwing looks at her, completely unaware of how dangerous she happened to be. People on the streets knew her as the wild child... ruthlessly gorgeous, is what Kaz called her.
The girl had a habit of getting carried away in a fight. Too much anger and resentment for the past had to find an exit. It did when she killed, leaving a scared Jesper to deal with an even more scared Wylan who wouldn't dare look her in the eye for weeks after she kept on punching a man's face she saw was trying to kidnap a little girl right after a job years ago. Kaz helped and understood.
His revenge was calculating and took years in which she was by her side, but Y/N just couldn't help herself when it came down to the people who did unspeakable things to her. With the years, she got a hold of herself even though her nickname on the barrel stuck, adding "the crow queen" when word got around she was Brekker's girl. Now, she was still ruthless but way more cold-headed and grounded, Kaz's doing.
She wore a pink dress with embroidered roses around the floaty sleeves. Inej had a blue set of dress pants and shirt, long-sleeved as well as Nina sported a hot red strapless dress with a lot of cleavage. "We're a smoke show! Those fuckers will barely be able to keep their eyes off of us." The last one squealed, adjusting her hair "That's the point" Inej giggled, agreeing clearly as she looked at herself in the mirror.
Y/N laughed at the thought and her head pained a little; Girls on those big houses did the very same thing they were doing now, with very different intentions. Those ladies wanted to find a rich husband, and they'd be set. Her friends were dressed to kill, and so was she. A little fucked up version of a cliché she, too, wished to live when she was little. "I hope these sleeves aren't an issue" she wondered, picturing them getting stuck on their knife or maybe being too tight to throw a punch.
"It's a simple job, love. There's nothing to be worried about! Also, I can bet on my life Kaz is going to be drooling over you when he sees." Nina smiled, playfully smacking her shoulder. "Even more so if you fight in that, he's going to go insane" spoke the Suli girl with a giggle "Kinky" the heartrender added, making the girlfriends break in a fit of laughter. Nina was right, Y/N knew, but decided against confirming her friend's assumptions.
Her eyes felt droopy from the obvious lack of sleep but nothing a cup of coffee couldn't fix, right? She walked down the stairs and into the makeshift kitchen they owned, heating up some. The smell filled her body with pleasant chills, and suddenly some more energy invaded her. "Wacha got there?" asked Wylan, who was quietly sitting behind her. How long had he been there? How did she not notice?
"Coffee, want some?" "Right before a job?" "Yes, I haven't been sleeping too well the last couple of days". Certain zemeni voice erupted from outside the room, exclaiming a brief "Neither have us!" that had the merchling blushing like he got some contagious disease. Y/N delivered a pat on his back, and coffee in hand she exited the room.
Kaz gathered everyone in the living room, to revise the plan once more. "...so make sure you cover that corn-" He stopped mid-sentence when Y/N came into view. Her hair looked polished, but she could be bald for all he cared. The dress complimented her figure beautifully, adjusting in the right places, which to Kaz was any place, really. Inej and Nina giggled and high fived. "Go on, love." She smiled, ready to listen attentively at his plan even though he made sure to walk her through it personally a few hours ago.
As Y/N brushed next to him, he grabbed her hand to make her stop right before she got seated. "You're stunning. Is it comfortable?" he whispered, looking at her with a certain glow in his eyes he once thought lost. "Yes, dear. Thank you" she pecked her boy's cheek and took a seat behind him. He went on with the plan, and everyone seemed pretty much ready to leave.
So they did.
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"Darling, watch out!" Jesper exclaimed, shooting at a man behind Y/N. Things went south, they did. In the hiding spot Wylan and the girl had settled; some dreg must've ratted, they guessed. An ambush from some new-forming band trying to get known by stealing from The Crows themselves, pathetic. Inej had gotten there to help, but Y/N and Jesper insisted she went back and warned the others so to spare them from possible damage.
The wild child and Jesper were a great team, who knew a durast and an avid fighter could take down men three times their size and weight? They proved on many occasions to be useful for situations as these, so there was no problem. They'd be out of there in the blink of an eye. Around ten people had arrived at the scene, and four remained, Y/N realized as she took a kick in the gut and fell on her back, jumping back on her feet with a flip.
Jes' revolvers did the job for two others as she managed with the guy in front of her. "Come on, big guy, that can't be the best you got, aye?" she smiled wickedly, taunting the man with a daring hand despite the very much broken rib she could feel. The dress was ruined with blood she was sure wasn't hers, shreds ripped it off so largely one of her legs was now exposed.
He lunged forward, coming with a dirty blade to her throat, and she skipped it. Came again, now, aiming for her arm and she skipped it again, landing a kick on the throat that left him coughing on the ground. Y/N crouched to his level and grabbed him by the hair, sliding a knife in the same spot, careful not to cut. She noticed a tattoo on his neck, a beaver. Couldn't help but laugh. "You tell your boss not to mess around with us, or next time he won't get too lucky as to get less than half of his men in one piece. And change the tattoo, a bloody beaver? Seriously?"
The man nodded furiously, tripping on his way out of the warehouse. "A beaver? Their thing is beavers?" Jesper laughed, putting his babies back in place and making sure the painting they had stolen was still with him. "I know, couldn't pick a funnier thing" she answered, giggling. Looking around, something was odd. Yes, Y/N was not very well educated and lacked the month of college her best friend had, but she thought she counted four men remaining in this spot of the building.
The other six lay limp near the door, and there were two next to them, plus the one who ran with the message. One was missing. "Hey Jes I think we're missing one" "What do you mean? There's no one here". She stopped listening and her world went quiet when he met his yes. A lanky, tall figure could be seen next to a stack of boxes on her right, a flicking light revealing him for brief intervals of time. Ugly motherfucker carrying a gun that pointed straight at her.
The blood started gushing out of her leg before she could even react. "Too slow" she faintly heard. He wasn't stopping either; shooting at various places until one loud boom next to her made it cease. Was concrete always this cold? Oh, she was now feeling Jesper's soft suit. Warmer. "Is that wool?" Y/N asked and realized her voice sounded a little quieter than she meant. "Yes, it is doll. Open your eyes for me, okay? You can't die on me now"
She really tried. She really wanted to look at her best friends face and maybe hear him crack a joke or two. But her eyes felt droopy and her head felt heavy so she finally fell asleep.
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Kaz arrived minutes later, Wylan, Nina and Inej by his side as they all rushed to a crying Jesper, desperately trying to wake Y/N up. "S-she got shot, didn't flinch.. like she didn't even see the bastard," he hiccuped, letting his boss take his place next to a limp body as his boyfriend helped him up and hugged him tightly.
Brekker's head spun. A thousand possibilities. There was blood all over the dress, and leaking over his clothes but he couldn't give a fuck. Not her. He couldn't bare it. Y/N was a piece of heaven in that saint forsaken island, the only saint he ever believed in and the angel that saved him from himself. If he lost her, there was no coming back for him. The water rose to his nose again for a brief moment.
It hadn't happened in a while. And he chose the techniques his lover taught him. He acted. "Nina" he mumbled, taking Y/N on his arms as the grisha girl assured him she had a pulse. His legs carried him to the slat, never too far from Nina, as she was making sure her pulse didn't slow down too much. He didn't even notice the pain in his bad leg. He felt a sting on his heart, so sharp it seemed as if pieces of broken glass would poke through it at any moment.
The boy sent Inej looking for whatever idiot decided it was a good idea to try and steal from them. Only information. He'd take care of them later. The Wraith left and was out all night, returning with a lot to say the next morning. Kaz looked over at Y/N's face and the utter peace that brushed over her features scared him even more. Not now. Not like this.
"Is she going to be okay? T-there was definitely something wrong with her back there" Jesper started once the girl was on the bed and getting healed with a few healers in the dregs and Nina. Kaz was sitting, head propped up in his hands as he stared at the wall opposite from him. "She didn't move! At all! He shot her three times and looked amused while doing it". The zemeni man had to stop if he wasn't trying to reunite with the other deceased blessed people on his bloodline. Kaz's stare hardened and his jaw clenched tightly.
"Wylan, I can't lose her. She was too slow a-" "ENOUGH" Kaz stood up, looking at him with murder in his eyes. "If you were more aware of the surroundings, she would be fine. Don't you dare call her slow. This is not her fault. You should've been there" menacing gloved finger pointing to his friend. "Oh, so this is my problem now?" Jesper countered in complete disbelief. "If you don't consider your best friend's life being at critical risk a problem you're much more of a superficial, incompetent and heartless bastard than I thought." Kaz spat.
He knew this wasn't Jesper's fault, maybe it was the lack of sleep or you just weren't on your element. But he had to let it out with someone. Anyone. Pain turns into anger and screaming at your brother when it's too strong. He knew that better than anyone and couldn't care to stop himself this time. "Kaz, stop" Wylan said, and then he noticed Jesper's puffy eyes with a sigh. Then he felt his own neck starting to tickle. He was crying. Kaz Brekker didn't cry.
"Out" "But Ka-" "I SAID OUT"
And out they were. Everyone who didn't need to be there to save his girl's life. He could hear Nina struggling between wrecked sobs, fast pacing around the room and a distant sound of water running non-stop. Hours passed, and he remained in the same position, in the same chair, with the same thoughts running wild inside him.
Not you. Please. I should've been there. I'm going to kill them. Please be okay. I can't do it without her. Please.
Kaz Brekker was repeating pleas, thinking out loud to whoever was listening. Let her live. Please let her live. This is not her fault. Not to a god, neither to those saints who proved to exist so many years ago. He didn't know who he was asking for help to. But he was screaming, please don't let her go. He was leaving with her if she did.
All sound stopped, and Nina emerged from the dimly lit room, drying her cheeks. The boy stood up, looking at her with the most terrified look he ever gave someone. Fuck the facade. He was utterly afraid. "She's okay, not waking up, but she will". He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and couldn't help but throw himself into Nina's arms in search for some comfort to his wrecked sobs.
His friend received him with open arms, careful not to squeeze him too hard, as she knew that could trigger him. "I can't lose her, Nina" he whimpered before pulling away. "You're not. Not now and not soon. She's okay, Kaz. Stay with her, will you? She could be a little startled if she wakes up in an empty room"
He almost scoffed at that. What else would he do? A quiet nod was delivered, and he stepped inside to accompany her in an uncharacteristically unsettling silence. There were dirty gauzes everywhere, her dirty dress discarded in a corner and a blanket covering her figure. Kaz stopped, looking at your chest. It rose and fell in a moderate rhythm. Good.
Taking a seat once again, he held her hand and brushed a thumb over it, grateful to whoever listened. And Nina.
Sun bled through the curtains, filling it all with a pleasant orange hue Kaz knew Y/N would appreciate. Jesper came by every few hours and amends were made. He understood how badly everything hit Kaz the day before and didn't need an apology. They were all under intense pressure the day before, couldn't blame him for a such a reaction. Wylan had brought flowers and Inej made sure everything was ready for when she regained consciousness.
His crows got it handled.
A whole day and a half had gone by and he was reading beside her when she woke up. Her hand moved and he could feel the twitch in his palm, looking up frantically to find those pretty y/e/c eyes looking back at him. "Finally, got some sleep," she joked and laughed at her own joke. Kaz laughed back. "Hello" he offered, kissing her hand and never really wanting to let go "Hi". "Are you feeling okay?" the boy asked, happy to see his lover once again awake.
"It hurts a bit but I'll live" "I'm counting on that, my love". âĄ
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Heyy my love,
I love a lil bit jealous nanami hehe,
Do you write for toji too?
If you do could you maybe do smth where reader and toji are trying to concieve and hes the softest ever
I never get soft toji lately đ
hehe definitely! also toji would be the softest husband ever like?? i will make this man my wife. ( i also didn't know if you wanted sfw or nsfw so i did a little bit of both! )
as his wife !
pairing : toji x reader
rating : sfw and mature parts separated
wc : 650
sypnosis : husband!toji & reader trying for a baby âĄ
warnings : afab reader but no pronouns used, mentions of reader as a mother, mentions of pregnancy, pregnant!reader, reading being called "woman" and "wife" by toji, toji and reader are married; for the mature stuff : breeding, p in v, unprotected sex, soft dom toji
husband!toji who cannot believe he heard things right when you said you wanted to have a baby with him.
husband!toji who couldn't hide the smile forming on his lips. do you really? with someone like him?
husband!toji who simply thinks he's not worthy of that.
husband!toji who has wanted to have kids with you for so long, yet never mentioned the idea since he was worried that you wouldn't feel the same way. he's fighting to hide a grin.
husband!toji who would pepper your face in kisses, telling you how beautiful his wife would look, belly full with his child.
husband!toji who would be terrible with parenting courses and books. he's really trying, he wants to be a husband and a father to you and your children, but he's a little dense at the moment. don't discourage him though! he's trying and he won't give up even if sometimes he just wants to toss the overcomplicated book to the wall.
husband!toji who will practically be your slave during the whole thing. even when you're only trying for a baby, he treats you like a queen. you're his wife and soon-to-be mother of his kids, is it even possible for him to not adore you? he may try and appear tough, but toji is a man who would worship the ground you walk on.
husband!toji who chats with the baby inside your tummy all the time. "hey, you brat." you're laying on the couch and he's kneeling on the ground, talking as if the child can hear him. "get out of there already. we're gonna have a problem if ya keep troubling my wife."
husband!toji who is sometimes too shy to ask to feel the baby's kicks or listen to it. he's trying not to make it too obvious but he can't hide the smile on his scarred lips when you tell him he can touch.
husband!toji who is, deep down, more panicked than you when you go into labor. everything he had learned is suddenly out the window, he doesn't know what to do now that the moment has come. he's trying to appear normal but he's brimming with anxiety waiting for you in the hospital.
smut content below !
husband!toji who would whisper in your ear how good you will look as he pushes himself inside you inch by inch. he's kissing your neck, hands caressing your curves as gently as if you were to break. he's not his usual self, he's so careful it's sickeningly sweet.
husband!toji who will deny that he's going softer on you. "hah. i'm just feeling nice today, woman." yet the way he looks into your eyes as his sensual pace keeps up, you know that's not the case.
husband!toji who suddenly gets on the giving side completely, not giving you a chance to pleasure him like usual. he wants you to do as less work as possible, you're ready to handle so much more for you and him, so what's this in comparison to that?
husband!toji who would thrust inside you with the image of your family in his mind. what did he do to deserve this? how could someone like you be with someone like him? he tries to shut these thoughts up when he feels a strange, prickling sensation burning his eyes. if you noticed it, you didn't.
husband!toji who would give it his all to get you full and brimming with his seed. he's not pulling out, resting inside of you as he hugs you from behind and presses a kiss on your shoulder.
husband!toji who definitely won't give up after one round. he has to make sure he's successful, that you're carrying his child- his usual prominent stamina doubling to your horror. (or pleasure, more like it.)
husband!toji who would fall asleep with you in his arms, pulling you impossibly close to his chest and not letting you go.
husband!toji who loves you enough to soften a man like him. but how could he not?
reqs are open!
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wherever you go (a joel millerâs ff) - chapter 9
chapter 8 | series masterlist | main masterlist | chapter 10
pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader. (it's actually 2004 now)
summary: "only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love" â george elio.
a/n: uhmmmm... yeah... i did tell you guys i love drama, right? well, this chapter has a dangerous amount of angst. i'm sorry?? i really hope you guys like this one, i have put a lot of effort into it đ as always, all interactions welcome. thank you all for reading and generally being amazing! xx
warnings: 18+, mdni. angst, angst, ANGST. have i said angst already? discussions of death, suicide and assisted suicide. sarah makes an appearance. soft!joel. lovemaking. there are some "i love you"s thrown around. crying. smut. oral (m and f receiving). masturbation (m and f). creampie. goodbye sex?? if that's even a thing to tag. reader is female, no other description given. reader is mid-late 20s, joel is 37. no use of y/n. joelâs and readerâs pov.
w/c: ~5.3k.
tags aka the drama wagon (let me know if you want to be added/removed from the list pls!): @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @pedrospurplerain @missladym1981
@fancyyoouu @smolbeanzzz @guelyury @bishtrouille
âJoel, please, I beg you. Donât do this, pleaseâ, Sasha pleaded with him.
She was on her knees, imploring him to spare her life. But he couldnât do that. She was infected â she was wearing the proof on her forearm, the bite bleeding shades of red and yellow.
It was just a matter of time before she lost herself, before she was truly gone. He was just being merciful with her, he thought. Ending Sashaâs suffering before it became too great to bear was the right thing to do. She was dead anyway, speeding up the process was lenient of him.
He gripped the gun tighter, his index caressing the trigger. If it was so rightful, why was he hesitating? The barrel kissed her forehead as she shut her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, mouthing a silent prayer. Joel noticed a familiar scar on her right cheek â it had almost faded, but he knew it all too well. He had stroked it many times in the last few months.
His brows furrowed in confusion. Why did Sasha have the same scar you did?
âDaddy? Donât kill her, pleaseâ, Sarahâs voice rang in his ears.
Joelâs attention quickly turned to his daughter. Sarah materialised, standing right there in front of him at armâs length. She felt so real to him, he thought himself mad. Her bright sad eyes pierced through his resolution. She was as beautiful as he remembered â curly brown hair, big green orbs, a sweet soft smile, the most soothing voice known to man, to a father.
But her features were torn with sorrow. In fact, her eyes were dotted with thick tears, her lips pursed in a grimace. He felt the urgent need to calm her down, to tell her everything was going to be alright. This time he could protect her. He would. He had to.
Joel knew he would not survive this all over again. It would break him for good, shattering the last remnants of what made him human.
âI have to, baby girl. I need to keep you safeâ, his voice faltered, filled with emotion. A knot in his throat so dense he could not even swallow. âI wonât lose you again, baby girl, I canât.â
âDaddy, no!â, she cried, touching his forearm â a light, comforting pat that made his skin crawl with nostalgia.
The lump in his throat spread to his chest. An overwhelming sensation threatened to rip his torso apart. Oh, how much did he just want to embrace his Sarah tight, to feel her warmth again, to know such unconditional love one more time. To cry with pure relief, letting go of that daunting feeling that had been haunting him for over a year.
Joel knew he would do anything to protect Sarah. And so he did.
A loud bang ricocheted, his eyes never leaving his daughterâs.
âNo, daddy, what have you done?â, she muttered, holding onto his forearm, digging her little fingers in his flesh.
She was weeping uncontrollably now. Joel dropped the gun to the floor, cradling Sarahâs face between his murderous hands. He swept away her tears, and his heart ached with longing.
âWhat I had to, baby girl. Iâm keeping you alive, no matter what the costâ, Joelâs voice was so low, it was almost a whisper.
For the first time in four hundred and fifty-one days, he allowed himself to cry his eyes out. He let go of all the bottled-up emotions, knocking down the walls that contained all the misery and despair that he had felt for so long.
Sarahâs hands wrapped around his wrists, her sobs and his flowing in unison.
âBut youâve killed her, daddy.â
And then she vanished, leaving a trail of warmth on Joelâs fingertips. She was gone.
His heart jolted against his ribcage. Darkness engulfing his senses once again, casting away any feelings he had, leaving him as empty as he ever was.
He composed himself â something in her tone, in her emphasis in the word âherâ, forced Joel to look away from where his daughter had stood a minute before, down to the woman on the ground.
But it wasnât Sasha. It was you.
You were dead. Because of him.
Grief swallowed him whole. Chewed him, spat him.
Joel startled awake, his heart racing so fast he could feel it pressing against his throat. Panic strangled him, forcing him to swallow the hard lump in his throat. He blinked rapidly, realising he had been crying in his sleep. With one hand, he brushed away the tears as reality set in once again.
He was going to lose you and there was absolutely nothing he could do to prevent it from happening. Your fate had been unfairly sealed. The future he thought he had with you⊠gone. Joel had allowed himself to dream, dooming you in the process of doing so. He should have known by now that happiness was meant to escape him forever. Joel tainted everything and everyone he touched, leaving a trail of lingering darkness that would eventually catch up with those he marked.
He looked around, for a second forgetting where he was. You both were in a flat on the second floor of an apartment building on East Lake Shore Drive, with views to Lake Michigan. He guessed it was around midnight, a couple of hours after the whole debacle.
Joel barely remembered how you both got here, his memory was hazy, unable to recall much after seeing the bite mark on your wrist. The part of him who was built for this world âunattached, steadfast, unwaveringâ took over, guiding you both to safety.
It was weird how he used to space out in those moments of high anxiety. It wasnât the first time it had happened. He barely remembered the days after Sarahâs death either. The brain fog was so dense it felt like swimming through murky waters.
He shook his head and glanced down. Sitting on the couch, you were laying down on your side, with your head on his lap. Your hands were tucked away under his thigh, your face almost completely leaned against his jeans. One of his hands was buried in your hair â he massaged your scalp lightly, his other hand resting on your hip.
Joel just wished he could take all of it away. Had he never known you, you would not be in this position. If your paths had never crossed, he was convinced you would have lived a full, happy life. And, as always, he fucking ruined it. Ruined you.
As if his conscience was not tortured enough, little Ava popped in his mind. Another failure, a very grave one. The little girl had unearthed a side of him he thought dead: the longing father.
The one who would worry to death every time Sarah fell to her knees while learning to walk.
The one who felt extremely proud when she took her first steps unaided.
The one whose heart would flutter with anxiety on her first day of school.
The one who spent hours deciding what to get his baby girl for Christmas.
The one who tried baking a cake for her fifth birthday.
The one who trained with her for her first soccer match.
The one who cheered at the top of his lungs every time his baby girl would score a goal.
The one who couldnât protect her.
The one who hugged her desperately while she took her last breath.
This felt like a second punishment. Joel shouldnât have had let go of Ava, but what was he supposed to do? Watch you fall in a river full of furious clickers? He couldnât. He had to choose and chose you. It was fucking wrong, he knew that â he was so selfish he condemned an innocent toddler without giving her a second thought. Losing you â this was karma. A twisted payback endorsed by the universe.
You had cried yourself to sleep, caving in to the irrevocable fate that awaited you. Your dreams were besmirched with haziness â a whirlwind of clickers, people running directionless, Joyce and Ava falling to their demises, death everywhere.
Your heart wept at the memory. Joyceâs blank eyes haunted your dreams, as well as Avaâs small voice, begging her nana to come back from the dead. Life was so unfair you could not wrap your head around it. They were innocent. Joyce was the type of person who would give her everything for everyone â so thoughtful, attentive, always willing to lend a hand or an ear. She had been a light for you, healing that part of your heart that missed your parents. How much you had wished that your sacrifice would have had worked out. To trade your life for hers. Joyce should be eternal.
And then little Ava⊠you felt agony just thinking about her reaching out to the darkness below. Her imploring her nana to get back to her, to hold her. Her life cut so short â it was too cruel.
You had lost too much, too soon, too fast.
When you woke up, your emotions were weirdly in check. Defeated, you understood there was nothing you could do. About Joyce, about Ava, about yourself. The dice had been cast and nothing could change the end result. So you had to accept your destiny and make the most of what little time you had left with Joel.
You momentarily shut your eyes, feeling Joelâs fingertips rubbing your scalp. Swiping your tears, you turned your head ninety degrees to your left, looking up at Joel. He was blankly staring into the distance, lost in his own train of thought. He reminded you of when you two first met and that scared you. You didnât need to read minds to know what was crossing his.
The worst part about dying was not death itself, but the devastation it left on its wakening. Those left behind had to deal with the drowning grief of losing a loved one â the sorrow, the regrets, the lost opportunities, the what ifâs.
You grabbed his hand to kiss his knuckles. His eyes slowly drifted down to you, stained with affliction and unspent tears. His thumb ghosted your lips, a caress that tugged at your heart. He bowed down to replace his thumb with his mouth, a light peck that tasted of goodbye.
You stroked his jaw when the kiss broke off and reluctantly sat up on the sofa, nestling against his side. He wrapped you with his arm, holding you tight, his chin resting on your crown. Your hand was placed on his chest â his heart beating steadily, calming your inner panic.
You closed your eyes. You didnât want to do this, but you were scared out of your mind. You had trusted Joel with your life, so you would trust him with your death too. It was so fucking selfish of you, it made you sick. You had seen what a prolonged death did to people and didnât want to suffer the same fate. Withering away like a flame on a thunderstorm was not something you wanted to experience. You wanted it to be quick, painless.
You knew it would break him and you hated yourself for it. But fear, as overwhelming as it was, had a tight grip on your ability to think clearly.
âJoelâ, you whispered, rubbing his chest. You didnât dare to glance up, your eyes fixed somewhere in that tiny living room. âPlease donât hate me, but⊠when my death is near, would you⊠could you⊠please⊠just⊠put an end to it? To me?â, you wept, tears flowing again. âI know itâs cruel of me to ask this of you, but please understand⊠I donât wanna come back as one of those things, I donât wanna hurt you. Or anyone. I just want to rest knowing I didnât cause any harmâŠâ
You felt his heart picking up a wild pace under your fingertips. A very long silence ensued, which forced you to look up at him. His jaw was so clenched you could see the muscles straining.
Joel was making a titanic effort to keep his emotions at bay. A world of past demons, of rotten feelings and of secret tears overran his mind. Facing his own death was easier than accepting yours. How could he be a victim of fate, a witness to death and the executioner of it as well? He couldnât, he didnât have that many faces â he just was a simple man whose life got complicated too easy, too fast.
As intricate as his thoughts were, as many atrocities as he had committed in the last year to keep you safe, he detested being the ghoul to those he treasured. You had asked him to be the worst version of himself â one he did not know if he would ever come back from. Once the afterlife sullied his soul, Joel would lack the strength to wash it off himself. It would forever taint him, marking him as the grim reaperâs lackey.
But what was one more death on his conscience? Your death? He had already branded you for slaughter the moment he landed his eyes on you many moons ago. It was only fair you solicited he finished what he had started, after all.
Ending your suffering before it became too great to bear was the right thing to do.
You were dead anyway, speeding up the process was lenient of him.
If it was so rightful, why was he hesitating?
The irony of his dream would have struck him to his knees had he been standing. If he loved, really loved you, he would not vacillate. He would greet your death compliantly, certain his would quickly follow.
You were a fucking monster for asking that to the man you loved, for laying such a burden on him. How could you be so damn tactless? You knew how he thought of himself, how he believed he spoiled everything he touched. And here you were, reinforcing that idea for him.
Your sobs grew louder, your hand travelling from his chest to his jawline as you straightened your back to reach his cheek so his vacant eyes would meet yours.
âIâm truly sorry, I shouldnât have asked. I donât know what overcame me, I just⊠Iâm scaredâ, you muttered through trembling lips. âIâll do it myself. Please, forget what I said, I didnât mean to. Iâm really sorry, Joel.â
Joel finally blinked, coming out of his trance. He cupped your chin, fear and grief swirling in his irises. He tilted his head down to place a kiss on your forehead.
âIâll do it, sweetheart. Iâll do itâ, he whispered breathlessly, and you just shattered in his arms.
You embraced him and cried until your eyes stung and ran dry â until you flushed out such dreadful feelings from your system. Joel held you throughout, stoic and unfaltering, brushing your forehead with his mouth from time to time, whispering reassuring words in your ear.
You had noticed the difference in his voice, as if your request wholly broke him. How you wished you could retract yourself, travel back in time to restore the trust you thought you fractured. âNo, I will. I willâ, you repeated, inflicting your words with determination, one you didnât feel.
This wasnât how you wanted to spend your last hours on earth, lamenting yourself, wasting the little time you had left. This wasnât you. You needed to show him you loved him, make him forget your sickening petition. A thought formed: you never replied to his confession â a wrong you could right before you lost your mind to cordyceps.
You stirred in place to uncoil your back, your lips lined up with his. âI love you, Joel Miller. Since the moment I met you, I knew you were the oneâ, you mumbled with a sad smile before closing off the distance, your mouths crashing in desperate need.
Feeling his hesitance, you insisted with your tongue, stroking his with long brushes until Joel relaxed into your mouth. His hand slipped under your t-shirt, caressing your back, drawing invisible lines on your skin with the light touch of his fingertips.
âI heard you the other night, I thought I dreamt itâ, he admitted in a hush when your lips detached.
âThe other night, you mean yesterday?â, you teased with a small grin, and he nodded in reply. It did seem like an eternity away. âYou didnât dream it, I said it. Iâve been wanting to say it out loud for a while.â
âMe too, been thinking it for a bit, but didnât know when it was the right moment, if there was a right moment. And then it felt like that moment was gone, that I was too lateâ, his tone became sombre as he spoke, your heart shuddering and breaking and healing and crying.
âYou didnât need to say it â I knew, believe me, I really knew. Iâve known for so long now, before you even realised. I only wanted you to say it when you were readyâ, you reassured him, your noses nuzzling.
It was a very little consolation, but you both held onto it.
This time it was Joel who resumed the kiss â his lips were softer than usual, his mouth more begging than dominating. The caress of his tongue was affectionate, not demanding. You slid your feet from underneath and climbed on top of him, straddling him. You sat on his lap and peppered his jaw with little pecks. He hugged you by your waist, bringing you closer to him. You softly moaned when he trapped your mouth with his again, your crotch flush with his groin. You involuntarily rolled your hips against his, friction awakening your desire.
âI want you to make me feel alive one last time, Joelâ, you sighed against the corner of his mouth, your palms against his cheeks.
He stopped and looked at you for a long second, probably debating himself. But whatever doubts crossed his minds, he put them to rest. Sometimes you wished you were a telepath â Joel was a man of few spoken words, but you knew his inner talk was loud and loquacious.
With his forearms, he pressed your thighs around his waist. Placing his hands on your butt cheeks, he stood up with you in his arms, holding you tight against his body. Joel walked you both to what you assumed was the bedroom. It was quite minimalistic, white walls and spiderwebs decorating the corners. The bed seemed comfy with a very thick mattress and silky bedsheets.
He set you down on the bed before kneeling to undo the laces of his boots, throwing them to a side. Your shoes quickly followed his to the same corner. Joel stood back up and undid his belt, his eyes never leaving yours as you helped him. The unspoken words were loud in your head, neither of you needed to say anything else.
In silence, he undressed, leaving a pile of clothing on the floor. You admired his body â his broad shoulders, his strong arms, his chiselled pecs, his slimmer waist and softer tummy. You traced the scar on his right hip, the one he got for defending Tommy. Ah, Tommy, another loss. You casted that thought away quickly.
He was gorgeous and he was yours. All yours. You loved this man with such passion, it sometimes startled you. The way he cared for you in all meanings of the word warmed your heart.
You caressed his sides, your fingers wandering to his ass cheeks to push him towards you. You kissed his belly button, his happy trail inviting you down, which you gladly followed. His erection was creeping up but was still soft, so you kneaded his testicles tenderly â your free hand pumping him unhurriedly, teasing him, while your lips brushed his V line.
You looked up at him with adoring eyes before your tongue rippled around the plump tip. Slurping the precum off his slit without breaking visual contact, Joel tucked your hair away behind your ears and let you do as you pleased at your own pace. Closing your eyes, you took his manhood in your mouth, slathering your saliva on him. His cock was hungering for your touch, weeping, throbbing â you could feel the heat hardening him under your tender hands and darting tongue. He tasted musky, but also sweet. Your favourite flavour. You heard a deep rumble coming from Joelâs chest as his glans caressed your uvula.
You took him out of your mouth when you felt the pulsation â he was ready for you, whenever you wanted to take him in in your slick warmth. You slid your tongue across his whole length before leaning backwards to meet his eyes.
You saw lust, but also raw love. Joel motioned his hand in an upward gesture, and you stood up in front of him. Tasting himself in your mouth, he helped you undress completely. When you were both bare naked, Joel hugged you tightly. Oh, how you wished you could stay like that forever, frozen in time.
Joel gently pushed you to bed again, his lips never abandoning yours, and dug a knee on the mattress as you laid down on your back. His body was hovering over yours, his frame covering you.
He showered your neck with pecks and licks while your dewy lashes fluttered like butterflies. A soft, liquid whimper grew in your chest, breaking free. His calloused fingers cupped your breasts, his thumbs ghosting your nipples â a light touch, electricity thundering down your spine. Your back arched, lifting off the mattress when his thick fingers were replaced with the welcomed wetness of his mouth. He did not linger for long though, set on a downward path.
Joel came off the bed, dragging your hips with him to the edge of the mattress. Knelt before you, you unconsciously parted your legs to make room for him. He marvelled at the sight, the proof of your passion pearling your velvety fold, the core of your pleasure begging to be paid due attention.
With the back of your knees resting on his shoulders, he kissed your mound while his thumb caressed your dripping entrance, circling it tentatively before drowning in it. You gasped at the sweet intrusion. Then his tongue scurried down, licking your clit with a languid, long stroke.
He lapped your creamy slit, gulping your fluids down â everything you had to offer, he took. His tongue worshipped every crevice in your silky pussy, not even an inch was left unattended â Joel made sure of it. He alternated between fingering you slowly with his thumb and introducing his tongue in your tight opening, stroking your g-spot the way you liked it. It was too much. The tense knot in your belly melted with no warning, releasing a spurt of lava into Joelâs mouth. You wailed, clutching the bedsheets, gushing for him, only for him, eyes averted.
Like a thirsty man in the middle of the desert looking for an oasis he could drink of, Joel made you come with his tongue over and over again. You lost count of how many times you orgasmed â your skin pearly with sweat, your cunt overstimulated, your dusky nipples hardened, your limbs shaking, your heart burst with love.
Joel emerged from in between your legs and crawled on top of you as he dragged you to the centre of the king size bed. Holding his weight off you on his elbows, he blanketed your body with his â his hardness intimately resting against your swollen mound. You slipped a hand between your bodies, your fingertips teasing the head of his column. You pumped him slowly as his mouth invaded yours with lazy strokes.
You bathed his cock in your slick, swiping it on your puffy lips â drenching him in your arousal. Then you wielded him from the base and broke off the kiss. You wanted to look into his eyes as he possessed you one last time. As he loved you and you loved him back with your whole heart. Guiding his tip to your needy hole, you encouraged him to push it in with your heels on his butt cheeks, never breaking eye contact.
Both of you moaned as his cock found its way to your cervix, kissing it gently. You draped your legs around his waist, taking him in as far as you could house him. The connection you felt to him was eerie, almost unreal. His orbs were transfixed on yours, none of you able to look away. Your mouths were parted in unspoken awe, then he lightly bit your chin to stop himself from groaning like a madman.
You laced his neck with your arms to pull him towards you, your lips crashing as he rolled his hips into you. In, out, in, out â very slowly, so slowly it just enhanced the intensity of his swaying.
âI love you, Joelâ, you husked as his cock dragged along your anterior wall, pulling out to then ripple back into you.
Joelâs thrusts were lethargic, as if he didnât want the moment to end. âI love you tooâ, he replied as his hips undulated like waves between your thighs.
Joel kissed the scar on your cheek as you foraged for his mouth. The façades had fallen. There was no roleplay, no dominance nor submission, no âsirsâ, no dirty talk, no begging â none of that. There was only two people showing their love and affection to each other. It was the first time you actually made love.
Because you were head over heels for him. Had been for a long while. And you just knew he loved you to bits, there was no denying that. The overwhelming sensation flooded you, tears welling up and shedding. You cradled his face and realised the apples of his cheeks were soddened too. Both of you were crying your love and your regrets â your tears mixing with his, wetting your lips with a salty taste that got diluted in the shared dampness of your mouths.
Your heart wept for the time you didnât have with each other. You hugged him closer to your chest, nipples kissing, when the soft hammering of his pelvis against yours picked up a faster but controlled, smooth pace. Way more intense too, his pulsing cock driving in as far as it could reach.
One of Joelâs tears fell on your neck when he kissed your chin, then slid down and gathered at the centre of your collarbone. His mouth dropped to lick it off your skin, leaving a different type of wet trail behind. You whimpered heavily, his tongue now attending the crook of your neck while Joelâs hand darted down, quickly finding your buttery button and stroking it dextrously.
Your moans grew louder â your legs gripping tighter around his waist, your nails digging in the skin of his back, your back arching, your mouth open so wide it was an inch away from dislocating.
Joel didnât contain his passion either, heaving notoriously, his chest rumbling with a deep, guttural growl. His dick was diving in you so smoothly, it even felt mythical. He was throbbing for you, your creaminess cloaking his manhood. He could feel your heartbeat contracting your inner walls every single time, his own pulse drumming in his cock at the same time. Your pulsating sexes were fully synchronised, in complete harmony.
You yielded first. Your overstimulated clit sent the signal across your whole body, a potent wave uprooting a high-pitched shriek off your lungs as you reached the best climax of your life. Your quivering cunt clamped down around Joelâs hot cock, squeezing him uncontrollably â you could not get hold of your own muscles, they just spasmed around his pounding dick. You felt his manhood twitch violently inside you, announcing his own orgasm â your pussy heartening his cock to come.
Joel felt his balls tense up, his lower belly contracting so hard it was painful. He was so turned on, a prolonged howl escaped his mouth, cavernous and thundering. His dick writhed in your welcoming hole, his hips stuttering with measured effort. He placed the palms of his hands to each side of your head to lift his torso off you, his hips still waving against yours, and caught a glimpse of your heavenly face: half-lidded teary eyes, O-shaped mouth, your eyebrows relaxed. You looked so damn beautiful, the most beautiful he had ever seen you, so much so his heart tugged with longing, with love, with adoration.
With a painful groan and out of habit, he tried to pull his cock out of you to come outside. But you quickly shook your head no, raising your arms to lace your hands behind his neck, forcing his head down towards you. The heels of your feet pressed against his butt cheeks again, your legs locking around his waist to keep him in the place he needed to be â inside you.
âPlease, Joel, I want to feel you, I need to feel youâ, you urged him, his breath mixing with yours, mouths agape.
With such plea, Joel finally let go at the same time he claimed your lips with his, moaning into your mouth. Devouring you, his cum spurted out into your inviting, slick cave, in several waves. He filled you up to the brim, his cock still throbbing, painting your inner walls white. He remained still between your legs, his dick slowly softening inside you, until he finally pulled out, both of you grunting.
You squashed your cunt to keep his warm spent in your pussy for as long as you could.
Joel kissed your cheeks, sweeping away your tears with his lips while your hands cradled his face, your thumbs brushing his away too. You had never seen him cry before. It killed you knowing that he felt so safe with you, he could let his walls down and be himself without any repercussions. His teary brown eyes pulled yours into their orbits â you were unable to look away.
Joel closed the distance and sweetly kissed you. Again, that heavy, goodbye feeling nested in your chest, squeezing your heart and your throat.
This was goodbye. You would never see him again and that broke your heart into tiny little pieces that could not be glued back together.
Donât think about it.
Joel laid on his back and you quickly curled up against his chest, hiding your face from him. Silence ensued, each lost in their own thoughts. You pecked his chest while your fingertips lightly traced every line on his tummy.
âPromise me you wonât do anything rash, please. Go look for Tommy after⊠after Iâm gone. Please donât even consider⊠following me.â You whispered, slowly looking up at him. âPlease.â
His eyes wandered on your face, then he sighed heavily, looking away. âI canât promise you that, sweetheart.â His orbs slowly locked on yours again, your bottom lip quivering with sadness. âI may or may not consider it, but Death is capricious and, sooner or later, it always comes knocking.â
âI hope itâs later rather than sooner. You deserve happiness, Joel.â Your words, albeit stammering, were sincere.
âThis is my happiness, right here with you in my arms. If Death came looking for me tomorrow, I would die a happy manâ, he admitted in a whisper.
Your heart exploded at his confession. You laughed and cried at the same time, kissing his jawline. âYou do know how to make a girl feel special.â
âThatâs because you are.â He shrugged, hugging you closer to his chest.
âI love you â to the edge of the atlas and back.â Your hand caressed his left cheek, bowing his head towards you so you could capture his mouth.
You made love twice more that night, none of you wanting to fall asleep. You made sure every minute counted, showing and telling each other how much you loved one another.
You also cried together to purge your sorrows. When you thought no more tears could be shed, one of you would prove yourselves wrong, breaking another invisible dam. You both felt vulnerable, but also loved.
Soon enough, dawning colours painted the sky â shades of red and orange filtering through the curtains, tinting the white walls of the bedroom with warmth.
You sighed, resting your cheek against his pec, feeling heavy and cold. Very cold. Suddenly, you shivered. Joel noticed your trembling, instantly worried. He pressed the palm of his hand against your forehead.
âHoney, youâre burning up.â His voice seemed to be far away.
You felt so drowsy you only managed to hum, âMhmm?â.
Then you blindly plunged into darkness, unaware of Joel calling your name, panic in his voice.
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Welcome Home
Rosie finally returns home after his second tour, and you take the opportunity to show him exactly how much you missed him
Special thanks to my bestie @winniemaywebber for making a whole playlist for this fic??? What??? What in the world did I do to deserve such wonderful friends đ
Warnings: mature content (oral (f receiving), PinV penetration), some dom/sub dynamics if you squint (Rosieâs switchyyyy in this đ„°), swearing, mentions of scars/wounds, historical inaccuracies (18+! minors begone!)
Word count: 1.8k!
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.
Masterlist
You wait anxiously on the train platform, amongst a hundred other wives and mothers and friends waiting for their loved onesâ safe return.
When Rosie had told you that he was re-enlisting after his first tour⊠a thousand emotions had run through you at once. Terror. Disbelief. Pride. Of course your Robert wouldnât be satisfied until the job was finished.
And now it was. Germany had surrendered, and Rosie was finally coming home to you.
There was a hiss and a squeal as the long-awaited train pulled to a stop, and then a cacophony of shouting and joyous cheers as loved ones called to each other.
You scan the sea of joyful reunions, searching for a familiar head of curls.
A shout of your name makes you turn your head, and there he is.
Eyes sparkling, mustache neatly groomed, looking as handsome as ever in his dress uniform, stood Rosie.
Your feet carry you to him as if they have a mind of their own, and Rosie fights through the crowd to meet you halfway, catching you as you launch yourself into his arms.
You laugh in disbeliefâ heâs here, holding you, heâs realâ as you urgently press your lips to his, the tears youâve been trying to hold back spilling over your cheeks.
You pull away just enough to catch your breath, noses pressed together, lips brushing as you murmur soft, hurried greetings of âwelcome home, baby,â âmissed you so much,â âso, so proud of you.â
After what feels like an eternity of being back in his arms, lips locked in a passionate kiss, Rosie pulls away just slightly.
âTake me home, honey pie,â he murmurs, and you nod eagerly.
You let out a yelp of surprise as, rather than setting you down to lead you out to the car, Rosie simply turns and carries you out to the lot with you securely in his arms.
He pulls you in for yet another urgent kiss when he sets you down as you arrive at the car, and the promise of more sparking in his eyes has you speeding to your Brooklyn apartment.
Itâs difficult to unlock the door with his lips attacking your neck, never mind his wandering hands, but you manage it, and close it quickly behind you as Rosie wastes no time in leading you to your bedroom.
âI missed you,â he murmurs between kisses, pulling you flush against him, his hands resting low on your waist, âso much, honey.â
âMissed you,â you whimper, fumbling with the buttons as you make quick work of tossing his jacket off to some corner of your room as he does the same to your dress.
He catches on quickly, yanking off his tie and drab olive shirt, leaving him just in his slacks as he walks you backwards, leaving a trail of hot kisses all down your neck.
âBeen dreaming about this for so long,â he mumbles against your skin, âThinkinâ about what I was gonna do to you when I got home.â
You shiver as he lays you down gently on the bed, his fingertips tracing the satin edges of your brassiere.
âWant me to show you?â
His voice is hoarse and raspy against your ear, making goosebumps appear all over you.
âYes,â you gasp, your hands wandering over his exposed skin for the first time in far too long, âPlease.â
You feel him grin against your skin as his mouth attacks your neck, making your back arch off the bed.Â
Once your neck has been thoroughly kissed, sucked, and nipped into submission, he steps back to admire his handiwork.
You let his gaze linger on you until you canât stand it and lift one leg to nudge him into doing something, your breath hitching when he grabs your ankle, his eyes darkening.
A glint in his eye, he bends down to brush a kiss to your ankle, your calf, your knee⊠he kisses his way up your leg, making you whine when he avoids your increasingly damp core in favor of continuing his path up to your hipbone. He stops to scatter kisses all along your stomach before mouthing at the valley between your breasts as he makes quick work of your brassiere.
âOh, fuck, sweetheart,â he says, one hand coming up to cup your breast reverently, âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmurs against your skin, trailing his lips to wrap around your nipple and suck.
His name leaves your mouth in a cry as he swirls his tongue around your peaked bud, pulling away with a pop to turn his attention to your other breast.Â
Your hand buries itself in his curls as he pulls away once more, tugging him up for a kiss. His tongue meets yours as you moan into his mouth, grinding up into him with a whine in an attempt to ease the pressure in your core.
âI gotcha, honey, I gotcha,â he breathes against your lips, his searing blue gaze locking on yours as his mouth follows a trail down, down, down to the waistband of your panties.
âRobbie,â you whine, the old nickname tumbling from your lips as he digs his teeth softly into the flesh above your waistband, gently easing your underwear off.
âOh, honey,â he gasps, taking in your damp core, âWhen I tell you Iâve been dreaming about this for so longâŠâ
Before you can grind out an impatient stop talking, his mouth is on you.
You moan, long and loud, as he licks deep through your folds, his nose at the perfect angle to add just the right amount of pressure to your clit.
âShit, darling,â he groans as he licks and sucks at your core, the vibrations making your toes curl, âTaste even better than I remembered, fuckââ
Unable to keep eye contact, your head falls back against the bed with a choked whine, your hands finding their way down to grip at Robertâs curls.
Each talented movement of his tongue brings you closer to release, that string of tension in your belly growing tighter and tighter.Â
Robertâs tongue brushes a very particular spot inside you that has you gasping for air, giving his curls a particularly aggressive yank, which in turn causes him to growl against youâ and thatâs the moment that the string snaps and sends you over the edge.
You feel Robertâs mouth move frantically against you as you ride out your orgasm, his mouth and mustache damp with your release as he pulls away, brushing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.
âI canât tell you how many times Iâve thought about doing that, honey,â he says, kissing his way back up to your mouth, âBut none of them came close to the real thing.â
You smile into the kiss before he pulls away, hovering over you.
You take the chance to scan over Rosieâs body, tracing the lines and curves of him with your fingertips, taking in the scars and scrapes and bruises.
He freezes above you, avoiding your eyes as you try to meet his gaze, concerned.
Eventually, you realize what heâs having difficulty with.
âRobbie,â you say softly, cupping his cheek so his eyes meet yours once more, âYouâre beautiful. These scars donât change that. And I know you may not believe me right nowââ you begin to brush featherlight kisses to the scrapes and bruises decorating his face and neck, ââ but Iâll keep reminding you every day until you do.â
At his unconvinced nod, you take a chance. You leverage your weight and flip so that youâre now the one hovering over him.
âThese scarsââ you say between gentle kisses to each and every mark decorating his skin, âare a reminder to you and everyone who knows you that youâre a fighter. Youâ you stayed, honey, you did what you knew was right and saw it through to the end and even though I was absolutely terrified of losing youââ you inhale shakily as some of the fear youâd felt over the past few months seeps into your voice before you collect yourself, âI couldnât be prouder. My brave, brave boy.â
You capture his lips in a tender yet heated kiss, and he melts against you, one hand moving up to fist into your hair as he pulls you impossibly closer.
You slowly begin to grind against him, your bare skin gliding deliciously against the fabric of his slacks covering the bulge at the apex of his thighs.
âSweetheart, Iââ he gasps desperately into your mouth, âshit, I need to be inside you. Lemme show my girl how much I missed her, pleaseââ
You moan, the sound swallowed by his mouth as you fumble with his belt, Rosie wriggling out of his slacks and boxers impatiently.
You canât resist grinding against him a few times, his breath catching at the feeling of your damp folds gliding against his bare cock.
âHoney,â he whines, burying his face in your neck, âQuit teasing, please, waited so long for this, lemme fuck you, pleaseââ
You relent, nearly as unable to stand your own teasing as he is. Your breaths mingle as he positions himself at your entrance and you slowly, slowly, sink down onto him, biting back a stuttering moan as you stretch around him.
âOh sweetheart,â Rosie groans, pretty blue eyes fluttering shut, âFuckâ you feel so good, honey, so tightââ
You whine at the praise, slowly rocking in his lap as you adjust to his size, gradually moving up and down his length at a toe-curlingly slow pace.
âY/N, Y/N,â he gasps into your mouth, gripping at your hips in a futile attempt to speed you up, âShit, youâre gonna kill me, sweetheart.â
An entirely too innocent giggle escapes you as you continue to ride him agonizingly slowly, teasing yourself as much as him.Â
After several minutes of teasing, Robertâs soft pleading only adding to the growing tension in your core â âwaited so long for this, honey, please, please donât make me wait any longer,ââ your breathing becomes heavy. Robertâs hands wander over every inch of you, leaving trails of fire as you finally, finally, speed up in earnest.
âRobbie,â you gasp, âMissed this so much, baby, missed youââ
âMissed you more, sweet girl,â he breathes, burying his face in your neck to muffle the stuttering moan that escapes him, âF-fuck, âm gonnaââ
âCâmon, baby, please,â you breathe into his ear, fisting his curls as you feel your orgasm building, ââM right there, please, RobbieâŠâ
His fingers dig into your skin, groaning your name, hips stuttering as he spills into you, your release following almost immediately after.
Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, Robert letting out a soft whine as you carefully lift yourself off of him.
âIâm so, so happy youâre home, honey,â you whisper breathlessly as you curl up next to him on the bed, fingertips tracing his jaw, pulling him close so your noses brush, âI love you.â
âI love you more, honey pie,â comes Rosieâs soft reply, grinning against your lips as he pulls you in for a long, sweet kiss.
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a/n: this has just been sat in the vaults for a month and i'm just in eren brainrot mode rn so here she isđ also, i just imagined rapper!eren being like central cee. so just imagine him wearing a nike tech in every interaction lol.
cw: fingering, pnv, infidelity, mentions of breeding, finger sucking, eren calls reader; 'ma', 'my girl', 'baby', and i don't cosign homewrecking be respectful y'allđ
cw: 4590...
rapper!eren who tells you it was never meant to go this far, because it truly wasn't. it all started because you had similar music taste, so you understood the influence of his favourite artists (which happened to be your favourite artists) on his music.
you first met rapper! eren when you bumped into one another at the record store. he was a popular up and coming artist, so you somewhat recognised him but you couldn't pinpoint where from. you had been in the same section of the shop and he liked your outfit, thought you had great taste and, when you turned around, he saw that you were bad. so he sparked up a conversation with you. he was used to people pretending they didnât know who he was just to get into his inner circle but, upon further conversation, he could tell that you really barely had any idea who he was. and, initially, that was a punch to his ego (because damn his music isnât reaching baddies like that??), but he just decided it was for the best.
rapper!eren who called you after you gave him your number, which you found quite interesting because you barely knew each other and he was calling you before even texting you?? but you answered, and conversations about anything and everything meant that when you looked up from the doodle you had been focused on while talking to him, the small clock hand had moved forwards three numbers. saying you were âsurprisedâ by his depth makes it seem as though you expected him to be an idiot, but you were just taken aback by the way that every other word he said to you was an echo of the thoughts you had never gotten the chance to shout out into the world.
rapper!eren whose words had your cheeks heating up as they begun to ache from smiling at his flirtatious tone. honeyed syllables flowed into your ears, only just to run back out, slowly caressing your skin on its way down to the space between your legs. though not necessarily obscene, rapper!erenâs words dirtied the scenes running in your mind, painting a packed gallery of lude images you wanted him to paint all over your body.
âdid you just giggle?â, he chuckled over the phone, and you shook your head furiously as if he could see you.
âwhat? no!â, you sat up on your bed, the defence on your features evident to both you and the walls surrounding you. he wasnât wrong, you did giggle. but you wouldnât let him hear that admission. it felt slightly ridiculous, because you had only known him for a few weeks, but whenever you saw the name âeren<;3â appear on your phone, the muscle between your ribs would begin a high intensity workout. the effects manifesting themselves in the endorphins flying through your body, and the way he just made you feelâŠgiddy.
calls started off as being once every few days. then it was once a day. then his name was painting your phone screen twice a day. then it became a few times a day; he would call you when he woke up, and you would try your best to not lose it over his morning voice, especially when he said shit like:
âi wish i could see you right now, i feel like you look cute in the morning. nah? i donât believe thatâ.
you would call him on your commute, then youâd eat dinner together over facetime. then, once the sun set, every step in your night-time routine would be interrupted by rapper!erenâs inquisitons about literally everything: âwhatâs that for?â, âwhat does that do?â, âyour skin is perfect you donât need all that.â and, soon, the texts began sprinkling themselves in between those calls; âgood morningâ texts, âhowâs your day goin?â texts, âshow me your fitâ texts, âfacetime?â texts, and âyou got time to call?â texts.
then two, or so, months passed and you came to find out why the beginning of your relationship was mainly just calls: so it couldnât be traced back to him. though he had your contact saved, he could always just delete your call logs, and you would have no way of proving that you actually spoke. this revelation struck you shortly after a tiktok came up on your foryoupage showing someone talking about rapper!eren and his rumoured girlfriend. said ârumouredâ girlfriend who really just looked like his actual girlfriend with the way his arm was slung around her shoulder, her hand reaching up to hold his, as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek. as soon as rapper!eren noticed the cameras, he peeled himself off of her and put his hands in his joggers. and, as pissed as you were, you could admit that the girl was cute; standing shorter than him, with short brown hair.
rapper!eren whose eyebrows met to screw in frustration at his calls and texts going unanswered. a part of him grew unreasonably pissed off when he kept calling you and kept getting sent to voicemail. at first, he assumed you were just busy so he just postponed his call because he knew what time you usually ate dinner, meaning he knew when you usually called him. but to make sure you werenât still busy, he texted you and again, it was just âreadâ.
âwhat the fuck?â, he whispered at his phone screen as he sat in the back of the black suv. no matter what he tried, rapper!eren got no response and he didnât know why that cut him so deep. he was inured to female attention so your replacement was nothing more than a dm away. butâŠhe didnât want to replace you. talking to you had become so pivotal to his day-to-day routine and he didnât like that being taken away from him without him having a say. but after three days of dodging his calls, you finally texted him.
âŠ: you have a gf?
rapper!eren: thats what this shit was about y/n?
âŠ: this shit?? nigga you have a girlfriend tf you mean this shit??
rapper!eren: its more complicated than that
âŠ: is it???
âŠ: sheâs either your gf or she isnât howâs that complicated?
rapper!eren: dw abt it
rapper!eren: come to my studio tonite. got smth i wanna run by you
âŠ: huh??
read.
rapper!eren who finally responded a few hours after that conversation. but, instead of the explanation you were looking for, you got sent an address and a message telling you that someone was on their way to come pick you up. you quickly texted rapper!eren your address, then you had just half an hour to get ready. had this been a week ago, you wouldâve done a bit more; matching underwear and all. but instead, you just decided to keep it cute but simpleâboth your outfit, and your makeup.
you got a text telling you to make your way outside and when you did, you were met with a black suv with tinted windows. as weird as it looked, the driver asking for your name reassured you and you got in. the drive to the address was silent. it was just you and the driver in there, and he didnât even spare you a glance once you got in the car, so you were just left with your thoughts. and they made it a very gruelling 30 minute journey. once you arrived at the building, the driver took you to the door, where you were met with rapper!erenâs manager. thatâs when you found out that the building was where rapper!erenâs studio was.
rapper!eren who sat alone behind a translucent door, looking down at his phone until his manager opened the door. you hadnât seen him in person since the first time you met and, knowing what you now knew, your heart was at the pit of your stomach. so your first few moments there were spent stood, abashedly, at the door. an unreadable smirk braced his face at your appearance, before he made his way to hug you. being polite, you hugged him back. and those nasty wasps in your stomach were mixing with butterflies. you hated it to say it, but you were attracted to rapper!eren and the strong smell of his aftershave was enough to drive the butterflies in your stomach to migrate to the space between your legs. but, at some point, their wings would be clipped by the fact that the man had a girlfriend.
rapper!eren who noticed you looking a little skittish, and moved to stroke your arm to calm you down but you just looked at him blankly so he moved away. the weird feeling in your stomach had yet to go away, and it only grew once you looked around and saw that the only lights on were red LED lights, and a few candles placed on random tables.
âyou drink?â, rapper! eren picked up a bottle of expensive looking red wine and two big wine glasses.
ânot with men who have girlfriends, no.â, you quipped, taking your hoodie off, and putting it on the sofa.
rapper! eren who really did call you there to ask you about something because he had made a new song, and he wanted to see how you liked it. no one else knew what his vision was but, having similar music taste, he knew you would. but the second your hoodie came off, his intentions wavered. at that very moment, he could feel the very thing he had been trying to bury for the past few days, making his dick twitch in his joggers. making it infinitely harder to ignoreâif he even wanted to do that anymore.
rapper! eren whose eyes glimmered at the sight of you thoroughly enjoying his song, even giving him real feedback that he knew would make the song better. you were sat by his laptop and the way your knees would touch whenever you moved to the beat did not go neglected. despite your prior apprehensions, he had poured you both some red wine, and you were slowly making your way through your glasses. mid-conversation, he caught you staring at his chains. especially the pendant with his name on it; bussed down and twinkling even under the minimal lighting.
âyou like âem?â, he looked down at his chest, smirking, and you nodded at him.
âare they heavy?â, you giggled. that chain was thick but the pendant on it looked like it had some weight on it too.
rapper! erenâs answer wasnât verbal, instead he just reached behind his neck and took it off, holding it toward you,
âtry it onâ, he said, quietly and you shook your head. the man had a girlfriend why was he drinking with you, and asking you to put his chain on??
ânah, bro, thatâs too far. youâve got a girââ, you began, and rapper! eren rolled his eyes as he got up from his chair,
âfirst off, sheâs not here. second, donât call me âbroâ. thatâs what my boys call me.â, he stood, looking down at you, obviously waiting for you to stand up. your guilt only grew, to subside again, as you got up. and then he stepped closer. you were sat pretty close before, but now the tips of your shoes were meeting. then he leaned forward and reached behind you to put his chain on you. once it hung around your neck, you got the answer to your question; it was heavy.
lost in observation, you hadnât even realised the way rapper! erenâs hands hadnât left your body, they had just changed locations. they moved from the back of your neck, to your cheeks where he held you to face him. fuck. this man was fine. yes, you felt bad but she was purring. you didnât know his girl so what loyalties did you have to her? and plus, who are you to judge other peopleâs relationships? maybe sheâs okay with him cheatingâŠ
you knew damn well you were just being selfish, but that didnât stop you from moaning into rapper! erenâs mouth once his lips collided with yours. the way the baby, blue shimmer of the diamonds bounced off the gloss on your lips made them impossible to ignore. they were just asking for rapper! eren to mess them up, and replace the sheen with the one provided by his saliva. this wasnât the first time he had cheated on his girlfriend; he was surrounded by beautiful women who wanted him every single day, and he had the self control of a dog who hadnât been fed in weeks. but this time felt like more than just kissing, rapper! eren didnât want anyone else to have you. and he hadnât realised that until he saw you with his name shining around your neck.
the slow, fervent kiss grew haste when rapper! erenâs hands started moving to grip anything he could through your dress. soon, you were straddling him on the black leather sofa, slowly grinding on him as he pushed you down onto the tent forming in his grey nike tech. naturally, your dress began to hike up your body, and rapper! eren aided its trek by pulling it up so the end of the dress was lightly pecking the top of your black lace thong. it was at this point that rapper! eren knew that there was no going back for him; if he didnât fuck you now, he would be dreaming about it until he did.
his lips did not leave you onceâmoving from your own to your cheeks, jaw, neck, chest. his hand laid on your clothed tit, the other being pulled out from under your dress, and quickly covered by his swollen pink lips. the way his tongue swirled around your nipple had you throwing your head back, your hips not stopping once. veins that once transported blood became the primary vehicle for the pleasure he was providing you, you hadnât even noticed his hand moving to the space between your legs. slipping your thong aside, he began rubbing circles on your clit.
ââren, p-pleaseâ, you whined, breathlessly. thoughts werenât connecting properly anymore, so you didnât even know what you were pleading for. you just felt the need to say something.
âw-wait, pleaseâ, you breathed out, and he hummed against whatever skin he was kissing at that point, you really didnât know anymore. your entire body was on fire, so it all just felt like one big sensation.
âi am waiting, maâ, rapper! eren cooed, âthereâs a lot more i wanna be doing right now.â, he nipped your other breast that he had alternated to at some point, and you knew he would leave a mark. and thatâs exactly what he wanted.
a few minutes passed before rapper! eren inserted his middle and ring finger inside you. shivers ran a marathon all over your body as his bussed down star ring grazed your thigh, while he pumped his tattooed digits in and out of you. all the while, rapper! erenâs eyes never left your face; the glistering jades illuminated every feature on youâyour moistened pert nipples, your bleary gaze, and your parted lips. your drool mixing with his saliva still on them.
it didnât take long for you to cum all over his fingers, trembling and cantillating his name into the space around the both of you. no part of your body could handle that wave once it washed over you, the tide pulling your forehead onto his chest, that was heaving almost as deeply as yours was. you hadnât done much, but rapper! eren was so turned on by the fact that he was making you feel good. but even knowing that, his fingers didnât relent.
once you were able to lift your heavy eyelids, and open your eyes, you saw a space grey patch on rapper! eren âs light grey tech, and that aroused a small panic in your stomach.
ââren, s-stopâ, you began, and as soon as that word left your mouth, his fingers stilled. a billion thoughts raced through his mind; maybe youâd changed your mind, maybe it didnât feel good anymore. but when he found out that it was just because you didnât want to get his tech wet, he chortled at how cute you were, and stroked your teary cheek with the hand that wasnât pumping in and out of you again.
âyou think i care if people know how wet my girl gets when sheâs with me?â, he spoke onto the skin on your neck. fuck. you hated how good it felt to be called that, but you couldnât stop the way you clenched around his fingers at that nickname. the same nickname that belonged to another woman.
âyou like that? me calling you âmy girlâ?â, rapper! eren teased, lifting your chin when you tried to evade eye contact, âyou want me to fuck you with my chain âround your neck? make you mine for real?â, his hand was wrapped around the top of your neck to hold your chin in place, and you just nodded furiously. fighting your need for him was futile, so you would give in now and regret this later.
confirmation received, rapper! eren picked you up and placed you on the sofa on your back, lips still glued on your neck. it wasnât until he paused momentarily to take off his hoodie and shirt that you realised where things were going and panic returned. you placed your manicured fingers flat on his chest, providing a bit of resistance as your head shook slightly. but you didnât say anything, simply hoping the look in your eyes would communicate everything your mouth couldnât.
âyour girlfriendâ, you spoke, voice barely above a whisper. and rapper! eren moved closer to your face, meeting your lips. then he spoke against them,
âtell me you donât want this, and iâll stopâ, he told you sincerely and you stammered, words failing you once again. or, really, you failing yourself because there were no words you could string together to hide the way you wanted needed this man to fuck you until you started crying. youâd heard the stories, youâd heard the song lyrics, and there was no smoke without fire. so you wrapped yourself up in a fire blanket and walked straight into the blazing heat. you shook your head at him, and reached for the bulge poking you in your stomach. and he smiled down at you before kissing you again and pulling back to get condoms from a drawer next to the sofa.
rapper!eren whose mind could barely grasp the concept of anything that wasnât how tight you would feel around him. at this point in time, he didnât know where he was anymore, nor did he care. the faint sounds of people talking in the hallways outside his studio were hushed static compared to the soft whines escaping your lips. you were desperate; this man had thrown a lasso around you, pulled you into his orbit, and then was just tangling you in front of himself. almost as if he was teasing himselfâplacing you in front of his face, legs wide open, yet not doing anything to close the faucet responsible for his leaking, throbbing, pink tip. but only rapper!eren knew that the reason for his eyes sprinting across your body, unbothered by the finish line, was because he didnât know where to start with you. he had stripped you of your dress; he didnât plan on doing so originally, but he needed to see your tits bounce as he fucked you so it had to come off. but now that you were whining underneath himâspit sliding down the corners of your mouth, making its way down onto the sides of your neck as you sucked on his tatted fingers, eyes locked with his own, he didnât know what to do with you. your eyes had rendered him paralysed; yes, he may have been on top of you, but you were in control. He was on his knees for you, literally! he was on his knees on the sofa, with his legs caging one of your own.
rapper!eren who, as mesmerised as he was, remembered that he couldnât just gawk at you forever so he positioned himself at your entrance. looking at you before he put it in, he saw a smirk painted on your face,
ânervous?â, you teased, and he scoffed at you. all it took was for his tip to softly poke your entrance, for you to cry out his name. if he was in his right mind, he mightâve given you shit for how quickly you were eating your own words. but all he could think about was how he hadnât even done anything and you were already falling apart underneath him.
âfuck.â, he breathed out as he looked at his dick, still visible between your legs.
rapper!eren was a very sought after man, women wanting him did not surprise him. but you moaned his name like you needed him. like you were flirting with the brink of insanity every single second his dick wasnât deep in your guts. and, rapper!eren may have been a very unloyal man, but he was very possessive. and there was nothing he hated more than people fucking with whatâs his. so he would rip you from the hands of insanity, and fuck you until the afterglow was so prominent that everyone would know to go nowhere near you.
âjust wait for me, baby, yeah? Iâm right hereâ.
rapper!eren who lets out a deep sigh as soon as he starts pushing himself inside you, his eyeballs exploring the back of their sockets when he felt how tight you were. he had been intent on watching you take him in, inch by inch (all 8 of them), as he sheathed himself into you. but how wet you were was making him delirious. it felt like you were tightening around him with every half an inch that you took of him. probably because you were. everything was hitting you all at once, and your body was just reacting without even consolting you. it was how sexy he was, the sound of his heavy breathing, low moans hitting your ear. bitch it felt like you were doing the damn tiktok kegel exercises.
from what you had barely seen earlier through your drenched eyelashes, you knew that there would be a lot of rapper!eren to take in. but it seemed like the man was just never ending. when you thought he was fully inside you, he would push some more and you would feel yourself stretch around him. it wasnât necessarily uncomfortable, just a lot to get used to. so your arms were reaching across his back, scratching slightly as he bottomed out inside of you.
deep sighs and whiny protests soon became blissful incantations of pleasure leaving your lips to hit rapper!erenâs bare shoulder. his tatted fingers were digging into the fat surrounding your hips, waist, anything he could reach. not too long after you two began fucking, his manager had opened the door to ask if he was ready to go. but, when he opened the door to the soundproof studio and saw you two fucking on the sofa, he figured rapper!eren had some loose ends to tie up before he left to go to his hotel. neither of you had noticed because you were too busy focusing on the sweet words leaving this manâs mouth, as well as his chains hitting your skin. no soul wouldâve guessed that this manâs pen game was crazy with the fucked out nonsense he was spewing on whatever skin he was kissing at the time.
âimma fuck you so good nobodyâs gonna be good enough fâr you. hm? you want that? fuck, if I wasnât so stupid(?) iâd fuck a baby in you. i promise you. this pussyâs so fucking tight, i donât even care anymore. i got money, i could take care of a kid. you wanâ it? you wanâ me to just get you pregnant? let everyone call you my baby mama? youâre a slut you know that, yeah? just wanâ my nut leaking outta you? fuck, y/n, youâre gonna get me in trouble.â
rapper!eren whose fingers teased your clit, slow and gentle as if he wasnât pounding into you with reckless abandon on some small sofa in his studio. but the few seconds that those two fingers sped up on your little bud of nerves were enough to have you drenching his lower abdomen, and fingers. too lost in the moment, he had forgotten to taste you earlier, so he put his fingers in his mouth and he rolled his tongue around them. the taste of you in his mouth dropped his eyelids, his hips moving faster and faster as your arousal coated his tastebuds.
rapper!eren who couldnât remember the last time he was that turned on by anyone. his hips were moving on their own, rushing to get that release. he wanted to hold it, because he wanted to give you round after round after round and he wanted you to cum, at least, one more time before he did so himself. if it were up to him, he would pick you up and take you into the booth and fuck you in there so he could get some adlibs for his next song. but he just couldnât do it.
âiâllâfuckâiâll make it up to you. i sweâshitâ, he quickly pulled out of you, and scrambled to take his condom off. his hand managed one stroke on his dick before his nut spurted all over your chest, specks finding themselves on your chin. before the last droplets of his release dripped onto your stomach.
once he finished, rapper!eren pulled back and, as his eyes regained focus, he was just mesmerised by you. eyes barely opening, bodily fluids all over you, but his chain remained proud at the centre of your chest. he had to take his phone out and take a few pictures of you just like that. spurts of his cum acted as an adhesive, sticking his name onto your heart. yeah, he wasnât letting you go now. he didnât know how to feel about the cum splattered on his chain, but he just settled on getting a new one and just letting you keep that one. how he would explain that to his girlfriend, he had no fucking clue but he would figure something outâŠ
after he took you to a hotel suite and made up for nutting quicker than he had hopedâŠby fucking you senseless:))
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"I was reincarnated as a baby in a video game that I originally trapped in!"
Finally, the long wait sequel đ
Warnings: fluff? Malleus is delulu
A/N: I've had to rewrite this four times due to my shit just not saving and I kinda got burned out and gaveup? I'm sorry if the ending looks rush, I will try to make a final at one point
"Sebek!!! Please for the love of the sevens, please quiet down! You're making the baby cry!"
"HOW CAN I? THERE IS A BABY IN THE WOODS! IT CAN BE A DEMON!".
Silver and Sebek bickering, it was almost reminiscing. Well if only they haven't left this place only a couple of hours ago just to re-land back into this place.
'Sliver, Sebek, please! I'm crying because I'm a fucking baby. Come on guys? Don't you recognize me?'
(Name) thought about it, if a couple of hours back in their world was only a few decades for this world- (Name)'s faced paled, 'Oh my God, do I even look the same? Do I have a tail or ears now? Lets just pray I have magic this time'.
"Maybe they're hungry?"
"Let's take them to Master!"
On the way to the castle, the two still bickered, leaving (Name) to remember what it was like before.
(Name) looked around, nothing looked too familiar but Silver and Sebek looked older. Silver had grown out his hair, holding it in a ponytail like Lilia. Sebek had also grown scales on the side of his face, like his grandfather. 'How long has time passed?' (Name) wondered.
Thunder was getting louder as they reach the castle, light spread in the sky. Causing (Name) to involuntary cry, 'Everything is so much louder as a baby' (Name) noted.
"Hey hey, shhhhh, it's okay little one, no more crocodile tears" Silver commented.
"STOP THAT"
"stop what"
"Puns!"
'Yep, just like old times' (Name) sighed.
As they reached the gate (Name) noticed that the Valley of Thorns wasn't so much a valley anymore but a fully flourished town, bustling with those old 1920 wind-up cars.
Sebek turned to Sliver, "stay here while I go fetch us a car, I don't think we could walk anymore with that thing hold us back".
As Sebek left it was just Silver and (Name), Silver had a sad look in his eye while looking at (Name). "You know it's kinda funny... we are kinda of the same".
Thunder roared in the sky. Sliver looked up to the clouds, "it seems like Malleus is upset again, maybe father cooked again" he chuckled.
'Silver has matured...' (Name) wanted to tell Sliver how proud they were, but all that came out was small cooing.
(Name) fell alseep in the car, their small baby mind and body made it exhausting to do anything, even thinking was exhausting.
"Hmm, they seem a bit malnourished". Lilia stared at the sleeping child.
Sebek scoffed, "Well of course, we found them in the labyrinth".
Malleus sat on his high thrown, watching the three bicker around the sleeping babe 'Reminds me of a certain tale'.
Malleus was uninterested, Sebek requesting an audience, rather demanding. Malleus could careless about a baby found in the middle of a labyrinth, he was more concerned about the shining light that came from said labyrinth. He thought about the perfect, he thought that they finally came back after all these years, maybe they had change their mind? Maybe they realized that this world was better than their own magicless, depressing, pathetic-
"Mallllleuus~ you're ruining that family relic we call throne with your nails".
Malleus scoffed, " I don't have time for this. Where is the perfect? Did you two come empty handed?".
Malleus's loud voice awoke (Name), startling them. Malleus aged like wine, his piercing green eye stared into their soul.
Sebek coughed before yanking (Name) out of Silver's arms. "Master! We found them where the light ended...... There was no perfect....".
Green magic engulfed their tiny body bring them close to Malleus.
"Now be careful Malleus~ they are just a babe".
As (Name) floated in the air, Malleus stared into their soul. "You're telling me... that this is all the sevens have blessed us with? How.... generous". Thunder echoed through the throne room, lighting flash. Sometimes (Name) forgot how powerful Malleus was. This was the man who could change the weather based on his mood.
As (Name) floated closer, the more scared they became, not of malleus but how utterly helpless they were, stuck in a baby's body.
"Hmmm, I smell no magic in them, but their eyes..... me of a certain human....from many years ago". (Name) floated into Malleus arms, his breathing hitched. Wrapping their tiny arms around the man, hugging him. Feeling his breathing change and how the storm that roared slowly soothed.
Malleus smiled fondly at (Name) their eyes locked.
"You shall be called "(Name)" in rememance to my dear friend, no, someone who was very dear to me. Now, now do not argue young one That is an honor. I have alot of respect for this name".
'How original Malleus'
"And you shall call me father aswell".
'WHAT' (Name) wailed.
The kingdom of thorns rejoiced when Malleus announced his new "hier", the kingdom could be heard throughout the night celebrating.
Malleus rocked (Name) back and forth as they slept.
Malleus looked at (Name) fondly, âHow old do you think they are Lilia?â
Lilia sighed as he watched the celebration down below.
âI do not know, but I do know that the-â.
Malleus growled, âI do not care for what those old bag ofâ, he breathed, calming himself before he could awake (Name).
Lilia looked at the scene before him, reminding of himself in the past. Scared and alone with a baby, trying to fill a hole on his heart that was empty at the time.
âsince the perfectâs birthday soon, that shall be (Name)âs new birthdate, (birthdate), that's soon, right Lilia? We must have a celebration!â.
Lilia sighed looking at the boy he could call a son, âI'll call the Rosehearts-â.
A celebration in deed, it reminding (Name) of that one scene in Shrek 2. No, it was that scene. A large red carpet to the entrance of the castle, the throne room decorated way to elegant for a baby's birthday, clothing to elegant for a mere child's birthday. (Name) watched boredly in Malleus lap, watching many make conversations. Some would occasionally walk up to the two, bow, leave a gift for (name) and walk away.
âWell look what that cat dragged inâ Malleus teased.
âLeona! Ruggie!â (Name) involuntary cooed. The two obviously aged, while the Fae barely tinted. Leonaâs hair gotten darker and Ruggie got taller.
âWhat poor person had the unfortunate to bed with a lizard?â Leona snickered.
Ruggie sighed, âLeona! Best behavior man-â
âYes Leona, best behavior we wouldn't want another PR incidentâ. Malleus smiled.
âelection? I thought the Sunset Savannah was a monarchy? Is Leona trying to turn it to a democracy?â (Name) was in deep thought, just how much has changed.
Lilia walked up to the three, âBoys couldn't you pick another day to brawl? Leona, hold your comments, aren't you trying to get supporters on your side for an election?â.
As (Name) was in deep thought, they were then host into Leona's arms.
"What's their name?"
"(Name)".
Leoma looked at Malleus with disgust and rage, "you think you can replace them!?".
Malleus glared, "I could never replace (Name) that is (Name)!".
Leona felt rage boil within him, staring down at (Name).
"Your scent... it smells like"
'Come on Leona, you can recognize me!'
"Like shit! Does anyone around here know how to take care of a baby? Their diaper is full!"
'DAMN IT'
"Stop that crying, you have no reason to cry".
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