#one of the last times i saw her she said how no matter what i can always see her as a friend

[cobaltperun]

Mad Love

Bottom Cairo Sweet x Top female (G!P) Reader (Smut, minors do not interact)

Basically Genius 7.5

Story Masterlist

Word count 3.9k

You would be lying if you said you were okay with Cairo’s recent visitor, and sure, you were jealous, but more than that, you were worried about her. Why did he insist on spending so much time with her and being that close during classes? Sick fuck… Well, problems for Monday, for now you wanted to give her the letter mistakenly left at your address and seeing as she was clearly dressed up for something leave her to it. You pulled the letter out of your jacket and noticed the way she smiled, as if she was expecting it. “The mailman left this at my parent’s place. I think he doesn’t like coming all the way over here,” you tried to joke, to release the tension you were currently feeling as you stepped closer to her. One of you was already wet from the rain, so Cairo getting wet as well wasn’t needed.

You handed the letter to her and, even through your glove, you felt as if lightning passed through you. Fuck, you needed to leave before you did or said something you couldn’t take back, besides, she looked so stunning you had to stop yourself from staring. “I’ll leave you to whatever you dressed up for. You look, never mind, I should go,” you turned, she most certainly didn’t dress up for you. And that, as much as you hated to admit it, made you jealous.

She wouldn’t be yours. No matter how hard you wanted her to be. Then, before you could fully realize what was going on she was grabbing you and pulling you back to her, the phone and the letter falling from her hand, and you somehow managed to catch them both. But, while you were busy catching her things you dropped your umbrella and she took your helmet off, tossing it to the side carelessly, and you would have complained. “Hey! Watch the hel-“ you did try to complain, but then you saw her eyes, you saw her lips and suddenly it didn’t matter that you helmet was somewhere on the grass, or that your motorcycle was getting wet as the rain started falling even harder. “Cairo,” you breathed out her name as if that was the last word you ever wanted to say and pressed your forehead against her own. She was going to get wet like this, her hair was already a bit damp.

“How do I look?” she asked, and you shivered as her fingers went from the bottom of your jacket to your collar and you watched as the raindrops glided across her bare arms. You watched as her dress got soaked in the rain, and you just put her phone and the letter into your pocket before pulling her closer. You needed to have her close, to feel the fabric of her dress, to touch her skin, to hold her.

“Like the most tantalizing poem ever created and then given flesh,” you spoke, feeling like no amount of oxygen you breathed was enough as your lips brushed over hers and you pleaded through your eyes for the permission to just kiss her.

And she gave it to you. “Satisfy those desires then,” she spoke, and you could no longer resist her, you pressed your lips against her, feeling like the two of you fit together like pieces of a puzzle that was broken apart a long time ago. Your tongue brushed against her lips and she eagerly opened her mouth, eagerly pressed her own tongue against yours and neither of you cared that the rain was turning into a downpour. She was in your arms, she was kissing you, you could touch her, run your fingers through her wet hair, you could pull her closer. It wasn’t enough with the gloves on, and you just took them off, tossed them carelessly aside and sighed into the kiss as you felt her skin against your bare hands.

It wasn’t enough yet. Just kissing her wasn’t enough, you gasped, filling your lungs with oxygen as you got lightheaded, intoxicated by her. You tugged at her soft hair, your heart skipping a beat when she leaned her head back with the quiet moan. “You’re a need I can never satisfy,” you confessed, kissing her neck and memorizing each sound her erratic breathing produced. “You’re a dream I can’t wake up from,” you went lower, kissing her left shoulder as her fingers unzipped your jacket. “The only melody that can fill my silence,” You bit her lightly, inducing more soft gasps as she pushed your jacket down, as her hands slipped underneath it and clutched your shirt.

Suddenly, she moved her hand to your chin and lifted it up to kiss you again with even more intensity than before. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, rough and desperate and you felt a string of saliva breaking apart as you separated. “You’re the desire that inspires me,” you admitted, looking into her eyes before her lips found yours once more.

“Then be inspired, my madness. Take me in all the ways you desire,” madness, that was exactly what all of this was, and if you were her madness, you’d gladly accept that role. And you would take her, as long as she doesn’t stop you, you were going to take her, And her whisper, as she said that, fuck your jeans were getting uncomfortably tight. “I’m yours, every part of me, in every way you want me. Love me, Y/N,” she sighed, and you latched your mouth onto the side of her neck, aiming to leave a hickey that would last for a while, that would let everyone know she was all yours.

“You know I’ll stop if you tell me, right?” you asked her when you separated your mouth from her neck and she just returned the favor, biting your neck and leaving a deep mark on it, and damn, you had no idea you liked it mad.

“Do I look like I want you to stop?” she asked, slipping her hand into your pocket and pulling the letter out. “This is for you, the letter, the dress, what’s underneath it, all of me,” she told you, causing your eyes to widen at that revelation. She planned this, well, maybe not everything, but your arrival, she most definitely planned on that. And that turned you on even more.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” you lifted her up bridal style because you weren’t sure how else to carry her with the ridiculously hot dress she had on. You lost your shoes somewhere along the way, though you were sure they were lost inside the mansion.

Cairo ripped the letter open. “You want to read what you’re doing to me? Take me to the bedroom and you can read all about it,” she pulled herself up and moaned right into your ear and your entire body twitched. You weren’t sure how, but you managed to get to her bedroom, but your patience was already at its limit, and you pressed her against the closed doors.

You took one glance at the letter she was offering you and chucked it to the side. “I’m busy, tell me what you wrote,” you suspected it before, but tugging the straps of her dress while the two of you shared desperate, breathless, kisses, confirmed she wasn’t wearing a bra. You groaned into the kiss, feeling her soft breasts under your touch. You cupped her breasts, felt her nipples get hard under your thumbs.

“Fuck!” she hissed as you pressed your thigh between her legs and her eyes widened as she felt the bulge in your pants. “Strap?” she gasped as she took your elbow guards off and threw them to the floor or somewhere in the room.

“No,” you rasped, taking the jacket off and letting it fall to the floor, not caring one bit for your or her phone at the moment. You had her in your arms, you were kissing her, leaving hickeys all over her neck and shoulders. You bent down a bit, kissing each of her nipples as she slipped a hand down to cup your cock through your clothes.

“Fuck, I need this inside me,” she rasped, unzipping your jeans and slipping her hand into your boxers to feel your already fully erect cock and you felt relief as she gently pulled it out of your clothes. She looked down, her smile widening as her thumb rubbed the head of your cock. And then she pushed you back until you walked into her bed and fell back.

She bit her lower lip and pushed her dress the rest of the way down, baring her naked body for you to see. “I want you to take me,” she got on top of you, and you could only watch, still surprised that she had nothing underneath the dress. You took your shirt and bra off as she pulled your jeans and boxers further down and licked her lips as she grinded her naked pussy on your cock and teased both of you.

“Damn, Cairo,” you groaned, throwing your head back as she stopped grinding on you and wrapped her hand around you. “A bit gentler,” you hissed when she squeezed a bit too hard.

“Sorry,” she pecked you on the lips. “Is this okay?” she asked as she slowly moved her hand up and down along your shaft.

“Yeah, the letter,” you sighed, clenching your eyes shut and reaching for her.

“Relax, let me make you cum,” she whispered in your ear and used her other hand to keep your arms above your head, and you let her, enjoying the warmth of her body pressing against yours and her hand around your shaft.

“I’m burning up, drowning in my desire,” she began sensually, slowly, making dramatic pauses as she began whispering right in your ear, and you clutched the sheets beneath your hands. “I’m alone, longing for you, your hands touching my body, exploring every bit of me, your lips marking all the different paths between my breasts, my lips, my pussy, anything you want. It’s all yours,” she moaned softly into your ear. “I want to touch myself as I write this for you, I want to quench the thirst within me, I want to cum with my fingers deep inside my pussy while I scream your name. I want to lick my fingers and pinch my nipples, to imagine it’s your mouth, your teeth, your tongue.”

You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, you had to touch her, your hands gripped her sides, and you moved them up, all the way to her firm breasts. “Keep going,” you demanded, your eyes finally opening to look her in the eyes, to take in her lustful gaze.

“I want you to play with my breasts, to squeeze them, press them together, to show me they are enough for you, to make me whimper and beg for the sweet relief only you can give me as you pull my nipples,” you did everything as she spoke, her breath shaking just a bit more with every command you listened to.

Cairo needed more, she craved your touch. It felt so good to feel your hands on her breasts, but she was greedy, she wanted more, she wanted to feel your cock inside her. Fuck, you were big, and hard, and desperate for her touch. “I want you to play with my nipples until they get sore,” she paused, inhaling sharply as you tugged a bit harsher on her nipples. “And then I want you to soothe them with your mouth,” you were yet to do that, she wasn’t in the position for you to easily do it. “And when you’re done with my breasts, when you are satisfied, I want you to move lower, to spread my legs and look at me. My pussy is soaked right now, I want to touch it, I need to. The thought of everything you could do to me is driving me insane. I’m not touching it though, It’s like I’m edging just for you, hoping you’ll come and fuck me soon. I want you to do it, I want to feel you bending me over, making me kneel on the bed for you. I want you to push my legs apart, to spread my pussy, my soaking wet, untouched pussy, and devour it. Be rough, be gentle, be whatever you want to be, just make me cry your name. Make me take it as you fuck me, hard and rough, or soft and sensual, whichever way you see fit as long as your fingers are inside me!” she’s never been as focused on sounds as you were, but she couldn’t deny how wet the sound of your labored breathing was making her. She watched you, falling apart with your cock in her hand.

“I want to be ravaged by you, until I’m a broken mess, until my virgin pussy takes shape of your fingers. I want to fall apart on your fingers, your tongue,” she could feel your cock twitching. “I desperately want to be yours, to feel my virgin pussy clenching around your fingers, to feel your tongue on my clit. I want to be eaten. Devoured. Taken again and again, on my knees, on my back, my side, against the wall, or on the floor, or maybe you want to on the table. Do you want me to cum all over our book?” she whispered, nibbling on your ear as you moved from her breasts and hugged her, your fingers digging into her skin as your precum leaked. “Hmm, Y/N? Do you want to leave marks on my body, visible to anyone caring enough to look? I want that, I need everyone to know I’m yours and that you are mine. Ruin me however you want, wherever you want,” her breath hitched, pussy gushing as she imagined you taking her but not just anywhere. She imagined you bending her over the motorcycle, while the engine was still on and staking your claim on her, spreading her open and splitting her on your hard cock, and then coming deep inside her. Then she’d get dressed and, with your cum still inside go on with her day. “Come and take me, I’m desperate for you, I’m madly in love with you,” she finished repeating what she wrote to you and went down, licking the head of your cock and feeling it twitch.

“Cum for me,” she whispered against your cock and took it in her mouth. She went down, trying to put as much of it as she could in her mouth, and she moaned, wondering how it would feel inside her. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing, but you weren’t complaining.

“Cairo,” you moaned eventually. “I’m about to cum,” she sucked harder, wanting you to finish in her mouth. “Cairo!” you cried out, warning her one last time before you came into her mouth. She watched as your cock softened slowly and swallowed, proud of her efforts for her first blowjob. “Fuck,” you sat up, breathing deeply as you looked her in the eyes. “So, about the things you mentioned in your letter,” you grinned, pulled your jeans and boxers off completely and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms and legs around you and curiously looked you in the eyes as you went over to her table and laid her down on top of it. You spread her legs and your mouth twitched as you watched her pussy lips spreading a bit.

“I’ll be taking you now,” you said, she took control for a while, but she wanted you to devour her, and that was what you were going to do. You hunched over her and pulled her swollen nipple into your mouth. You sucked hard, twirling your tongue around the small nub.

As you did that you slipped your hand against her pussy and teased her, just gently rubbing her pussy lips and occasionally tracing a finger between them. “Take what’s yours,” Cairo encouraged you.

“Tell me more,” you pleaded, desperate to hear more from her. “What do you want me to do right now?” you switched your attention to her other nipple.

“Fuck me on your motorcycle!” she cried out and you had to pause,

“You know what, I might just do that one day,” you smirked when she gasped, seeing as she likely didn’t expect you to agree in any way shape or form, “But, first,” you slowly slipped a finger inside her and began gently pumping it in and out. “I’ll just fuck you like this,” you went down on her and took her clit into your mouth as she whined and whimpered. Her hands went to your shoulders and the back of your head as you ate her out.

“More, please, Y/N,” she cried out, her walls clenching even tighter as you added another finger inside. The table shook beneath her as she rocked her hips against your face and fingers, but you just kept going. “I’m coming,” she gasped, her eyes widened as you massaged her between her asshole and pussy with your free thumb. “Y/N!” she screamed your name, coming hard and arching her back. It took her a moment, but she began coming down from her high, still sensitive and already squeezing her breasts, pushing them together and rubbing her legs together. “Keep going,” she demanded and reached out for your cock as she did so. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but you were getting hard, and her grabbing it definitely wasn’t slowing the process down. “Take me,” she demanded, pulling you in and once again teasing her entrance with your cock.

“Mhm,” you kissed her lips quickly and then squeezed her thigh. “Get on your hands and knees,” you ordered, surprised slightly when she obeyed right away and presented her ass to you.

Cairo wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but you inserting two fingers into her from behind instead of your hard cock wasn’t one of those things. “I want to stretch you out real well,” you explained as Cairo began fucking herself back.

 “Oh! Oh, Y/N!” she moved her hips back, pushing your fingers deeper into her. “More! Fuck me!” her hands gave in, and she dropped to her forearms as she kept fucking herself on your fingers.

“You want to be mine?” you asked her, though her letter and everything she was doing made the answer fairly obvious.

“YES!” she shouted, her movement growing erratic as you watched her trembling in pleasure.

“You’re all mine, Cairo,” you assured her and pulled your fingers out so you could rub her clit with them. “And I’ll fulfill every single desire you have, I’ll make you cum any way you want,” you assured her as she cried out from your fingers teasing her clit as you felt desperate to her more of her cried of pleasure.  

She writhed, close to her second orgasm of the day as you ghosted your lips against her pussy, occasionally peppering kisses all over it. But she needed more. “I need your tongue inside me!” she gasped, begging you to do more. You went down on her, your tongue penetrating her as her pussy throbbed.

And amidst all those sensations she felt your once again hard cock pressing against her thigh. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried, digging her fingers the wooden table as she arched her back. She felt like she was burning up, like a torrent of fire engulfed her. “Y/N!” she screamed your name as she came, her entire body shaking and mind processing the pleasure she never experienced before. She lifted her head up, realizing there was a bit of drool on her forearms now, she turned around and just began breathing heavily to catch her breath.

You watched as her face morphed into pure bliss when you lifted her up and brought her back to bed as her body slumped against it. “Did I tire you out?” you teased as you kissed your way up from her stomach to her neck, but she tilted your chin up with the tips of her fingers and captured your lips in a kiss. It was quick, but it lasted long enough for Cairo to grasp your cock and stroke it a few times.

“Take me,” she whispered against your lips, and you smiled, fully intending to follow her demands.

“Got a condom? Or are you on a pill?” you asked.

“No, but, I want to feel you inside me, raw, I want you to cum inside me, to fill me up, make it drip out of my pussy all night long. We’ll deal with it in the morning,” she told you softly, though there was a bit of uncertainty in the way she held onto you. It wasn’t that she worried about doing it raw, she was worried you’d say no.

“As you wish,” you gently stroked her cheek, getting lost in her eyes, the frantic, desperate need to make love to her, the adrenaline pushing you faded for the most part, and you wanted her to have the best first experience you could offer her. “I’ll go slow,” you promised as you spread her legs and teased her entrance.

“Only at first,” she countered as you slowly pushed in, pausing as she breathed deeply and adjusted to your cock being inside her.

She was tight, warm, and clenching around you so hard you struggled to move, and she groaned with a large smile on her face. “It doesn’t hurt, fuck it doesn’t hurt, I feel so full!” she moaned, encouraging you to start thrusting into her. “Take me,” she pleaded as she slowly started to move alongside you, meeting your thrusts almost halfway there and moaning even harder as you slipped a hand between the two of you and began rubbing her clit.

Your thrusts picked up speed and so did her cries of pleasure and you had the opportunity to listen to her most exquisite moans she let out. “More, please fuck me more!” she begged, and you complied, speeding up a tiny bit more. You wanted her to cum again, before or right after you, it didn’t matter as long as she came again.

“Faster,” she begged and as you sped up, as your thrusts became harder and faster, she realized she got what she wanted, she got her madman’s love. How else could all of this be described? The way you were desperately loving her, the way you were fucking her now, it was just rough enough for her liking, besides, you weren’t ramming your cock into her. But your every move was filled with passion and desire, and she felt it deep inside.

“Fuck, Cairo,” you were close again, just a bit more and you’d fill her up

And then, as her pussy squeezed your cock you came inside her, your cries of pleasure mixing with her own. She came again, and you were both spent, that much was clear.

You weren’t spent to the point of being unable to be there as she came down from her high, Her body shuddered as you softly massaged all the sensitive spots and Cairo purred relaxing under your touch once more and letting you give her aftercare. And then, after you truly were done for the day, the two of you fell asleep with Cairo in your arms.

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[hemmingsleclerc]

One last time┃charles leclerc

summary: What do singers usually do when they are in a complicated love situation? They write songs, but what happens when you write a love song for your best friend who turns out to be Charles?

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Y/N was backstage, her heart beating hard and irregularly. The crowd outside screamed with excitement, eager to see her. She looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting a strand of hair that had fallen out of her hair as she tried to calm down by taking deep breaths.

Y/N and Charles had been best friends since they were children. Growing up together in Monaco, they shared dreams, secrets and countless memories. While Y/N once dreamed of becoming a great singer, Charles dreamed of being a Formula 1 driver and they both achieved it, becoming successful people in their respective careers. Despite their busy lives, they always made time for each other no matter what.

Charles had been Y/N's rock during her great and fast rise to fame. He was the one who kept her feets on the ground, reminded her of who she was before the fame, the cameras, and the anxiety. Y/N, in turn, was his person, cheering for him in every victory and comforting him in difficult moments. Fans adored their friendship and often believed there was something more between them. But for Y/N it was a bittersweet reality. She loved Charles deeply, but he only saw her as her best friend or at least that's what she thought.

Recently, Charles was rumored to be dating a new girl, Alex. Y/N was happy for him, really, but every photo of them together felt like a dagger in her heart and a deep part of her was jealous of that girl, ¿What did Alex had that she didn't? Charles used to speak wonderfully about Alex in interviews when he was asked about her, but it was the way he talked about Y/N that made fans believe she was his true and only love. His words were filled with warmth and affection that left the fans wondering if Charles himself realized what he truly felt.

Y/N sighed, putting those thoughts aside. Tonight wasn't about her heartache. It was about her music and her fans. She took a deep breath and took the stage, being greeted with a sea of ​​applause and shouts. She smiled, waved and began her set. The night was intense but she enjoyed every second of it.

As the concert neared its end, Y/N took a moment to speak to the crowd. “The next song is very special to me and it's brand new,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. "It's called 'One Last Time.'" Fans screamed out of excitement, not knowing the meaning of the song and the inspiration behind it.

The music began to play and Y/N closed her eyes, gathering the courage to sing the song without her voice breaking.

''I was a liar, I gave into the fire, I know I shoulda fought it, At least I’m being honest''

The fans quickly took out their phones and turned on their flashlights, making the atmosphere more nostalgic.

''So one last time I need to be the one who takes you home, One more time I promise after that I’ll let you go, Baby I don’t care if you got her in your heart, All I really care is you wake up in my arms, One last time I need to be the one who takes you home''

That night she sang about unrequited love, about wanting one last moment with someone who didn't see her the way she saw him,no matter how much she longed for it.

''And I know, and I know, and I know she gives you everything but boy, I couldn’t give it to ya. And I know, and I know, and I know that you got everything but I got nothing here without you, baby''

When she reached the last verse, tears flowed from her eyes and her voice broke without being able to contain it.

When the song ended, Y/N stood there, tears streaming down her face trying to wipe them away. The silence was deafening and then erupted into a wave of applause mixed with screams from the crowd.

''Thank you LA, I love you, see you next time!'' and with that she left the stage

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ynln tonight in LA was 🤯💓✨🌙⚡!!!! I love you all in that crazy crowd tonight, got a little emotional over there but anyways 🤣🤣 -see you soon I love u

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Backstage, Y/N wiped away her tears completely, trying to compose herself. She knew the Internet would be full of speculation. While she was on Twitter that same night after making her Instagram post, she saw fans discussing her set. #OneLastTime and #Y/NCRIED trended, with thousands of tweets expressing concern and love for her. Many fans speculated about the meaning of the song and some even guessed the truth: that it was about Charles.

A tweet caught her attention. It was a video clip of her singing her last lines, with tears streaming down her face, with the caption: “Her heart is broken and we all know why. Charles, my boy, pls open your eyes.”

Y/N's breathing hitched as she read the answers. Fans overwhelmingly supported her and expressed their belief that Charles was the one for her. As she put her phone down, a message notification appeared. It was from charles.

''y/n we need to talk. I saw your concert. Call me when you can pls. – C.”

THE DRAMA!!!🫠

[lyrenminth]

have a request for a joe burrow fic can u do one where the reader has surgery and joe takes care of her in the hospital

Partnership

The pain started during the night. At the beginning you thought they were cramps, no big deal until the pain got worse and worse. You tried not to wake up Joe, who was peacefully sleeping next to you. You went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and you saw blood like you were in your period. You changed your underwear for a pad, but you were bleeding a lot, and you couldn't stand up from the pain. You started gasping for air, and cried silently.

Something was wrong.

Joe knocked the door and open it. "Babe, what's wrong?" He asked, when he saw you crying, sitting on the toilet his face changed from sleepy to alarmed in matter of seconds. "What's happen? Are you having cramps?" he got closer.

"I'm bleeding a lot, and I'm having a-a lot of pain" you cried "I can't stand up and I'm feeling dizzy"

"I'm calling an ambulance" he went back to the room, looking for his phone. When you started feeling wet your legs you realized it was blood. "Joe!" You called him, weakly.

After a couple of minutes, you were on his arms, he was carrying you outside the bedroom and laid you on the floor. You closed your eyes, sleepy. "Baby, hey, it's not time to sleep, baby" you felt a hand touch your face. His voice sounded distant but you could hear the worry and anxiety. "Hey, honey please, wake up, the ambulance it's closer but I need you to stay up, okay?"

You nodded, opening your eyes only to look at his blue eyes. Joe seemed like an angel coming for you. But he was frowning and talking to the phone.

You wanted to stay awake but he was getting blurred, and the world was so slow. "Baby, don't sleep, don't do this to me" fear, Joe was scared.

***

You woke up with the beeping sound of some device. You looked around, confused. Your eyes stopped on Joe, sleeping on the couch. He looked so peaceful and handsome as always. When you tried to incorporate, a pain in your lower abdomen made you flinch. You hissed and laid back again.

Joe woke up, and stood up, rubbing his eyes. "Are you up" he stated. "What happened?" you asked. "You were losing a lot of blood" he took your hand and squeeze slightly "Damn, I thought...I thought you wouldn't-" he shook his head, keeping the thought away "You scared me,bad" he kissed your forehead and looked for any sign of discomfort.

"Sorry, I don't know what happened" you apologize. "The doc said something about your left ovary" he explained a little embarrassed he couldn't provide more info. "Let me call a nurse"

Minutes later a doctor and a nurse entered the room.

"Oh, Mrs Burrow. How are you feeling now?" The doctor said, she was friendly.

"Better" you replied.

"Yes, we have to do a emergency surgery for your left ovary. You had an enormous cyst that exploded" she explained "you lost blood but we could bring you back"

Your breathe shakily. The nurse checked your pressure, while the doctor explained the process and your recovery.

"No lifting heavy things, and you need to rest. We're going to have you here for the day but tomorrow you can go to your house" she looked at Joe "I'm sure you are in good hands, he was so worried about you"

You looked at Joe but he was serious. Did you really scared him? There was a turmoil of emotions inside you.

Once you were alone, he was still holding your hand. You touch his hand, playing with his fingers. "Are you ok?" he had bags under his eyes, and looked a little bit messy.

"Yes, I'm tired. I was calling your parents and everyone to let them know the situation" he replied. "So don't worry about that, you need to rest"

Joe was with you until the last minute you left to the hospital. He helped you to get into the car, bought the medicine the doctor gave you and healthy food your dinner. "I need to take a bath, I feel sticky" you confessed, he snorted but help you to undress. He was so gently with you, you almost cry. When he tried to get into the shower, you stopped him. "Baby, I think I'm alright" you said, giving him a kiss.

"Are you sure?" he asked, but he was holding your elbows like you were leaving forever.

"Yes, I-I can do this"

"Just yell my name if you need something"

Once the shower was over, he looked for your clothes and help you to dress again. "Do you want me to braid your hair?" It was one of his hidden talents. When you taught him, he learned fast and actually like to braid your hair. "I find it relaxing" he explained.

You nodded and sat on a chair, and his hands caressing your hair relaxed you so much you were falling asleep.

"Joe" you mumbled, "Mmm?"

"Did I scared you?" silence, he never stopped moving his hand though "Yes"

"I'm sorry"

"Don't apologize. You didn't know"

"Joe, the doctor told me she had to removed my left ovary" you starting saying, finding the courage to continue "it's going to be difficult for me to get pregnant"

"That's ok, you are here right now. That's what matters"

" I know you wanted a family"

"Yes, but I want my wife to be healthy too"

"Thank you" you cried. His reassurance was relieving. When he finished braiding your hair, he brought you a soft dinner, and while you ate he took a shower.

Joe always took care of you when he could. As you did with him. You were a couple.

A team.

Thank you for this request. I have a similar fanfiction written about Joe too, but it's shorter. You can check it on the masterlist!

[hayakawalove]

Wisteria and Ciabatta (Part Two)

Part One

Summary: Your and Suguru's relationship begins to bloom.

A/N: I love this series more than I thought I would. Comments always appreciated!

CW: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Hand Job, Praise, Virginity, Loss of Virginity, Fem Reader, AFAB Reader W/C: 7,236

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The fresh scent of grass carries over to Suguru, making his fingers curl. There was a soft breeze caressing his face, tempting him to sleep. He would have let it, if not for the sound of your voice filling his ears. 

“She can just be so rude sometimes, don’t you think?” 

You’re talking about your neighbor, the one that constantly sneers at you when you walk past her house. 

Suguru’s noticed that you occasionally talk about the drama occurring in your town, and he would be a liar if he said he didn’t like it. It made him feel like you were comfortable around him.

“I do.” Suguru responds. 

The sky is dark as the two of you lay on your backs, watching the stars shine above you. Suguru’s filled with love as you continue to talk, filling him in on the events of the previous day. You tell him that you took a nap a couple of hours before the two of you met up, and he tells you he sat outside with his neighbor. You’d like her, he thinks. She’s kind in the typical elderly woman way, always asking about if he’s eaten that day and if he needs any money. Suguru knows she doesn’t have any to spare, but the sentiment is special nonetheless. 

The night sky shines above you two and Suguru thinks he catches a shooting star from the corner of his eye. He turns his head and realizes it was just you, and somehow he thinks you’re even more beautiful than anything the sky had to offer. You turn your head towards him and grin, your eyes flicking over his face. He gets self conscious sometimes like this. He hopes you never find a single flaw on his face. You certainly don’t have any. 

“I missed you.” You say quietly. 

Suguru has to remind himself how to breathe. 

“We saw each other a couple of days ago.” He reminds you. 

Last time the two of you were out here Suguru had brought a heap of carnations, and your eyes lit up just like they always do. No matter how many flowers he brought you, you always managed to leave one for him. “For good luck.” You would tell him. He had a stack of your good luck on his bedside table, the ones on the bottom layer nearly wilting from age. It was hard to want to throw them out. He wondered if you knew how much the tiny gestures meant to him, how they more often than not kept him up at night. He adored replaying the events of your time together. 

The two of you stay out for several more hours, trying to soak in the remaining moments of bliss before you’re forced to go your separate ways. Only when your eyes droop with exhaustion does Suguru sit up, leaning over to place a kiss on your lips. To be able to love so openly, so freely, meant the world to him. 

When you finally agreed to go home Suguru waited until he saw your bedroom lamp flicker on. He always made sure to be the last one to leave. He would never forgive himself if he parted first and learned something happened to you in his absence. 

~~~

Something was wrong. 

Suguru knew he was a worrier, it was one of his many faults. There were times when he would be worried for hours only for nothing to be wrong in the end. 

That was not the case tonight. 

Something was wrong. 

He could feel it in his bones, he could smell it in the air. 

He arrived two hours ago in your special spot, just like he always did. He tended to arrive before you, not that he ever minded the wait. He would wait years for you, he thought. 

He arrived early, like always, and waited. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

It was dark out now, the stars hung in the sky like a deep ominous omen. The crickets began to chirp and 

something

was

wrong. 

He didn’t know what to do. Should he look for you? He could feel his feet tingle at the need to find you. You probably didn’t get hurt somewhere. The only option was your house. Suguru didn’t know if you told your father about him. He was willing to risk it to find you, but he wasn’t so sure you would forgive him on the off chance your father hadn’t known. He decides he doesn’t care. Suguru’s staring at the ground, seconds away from walking to your house. 

He hears sniffling. 

Something was wrong. 

The sniffling comes closer, and Suguru thinks it may be coming from all around him. His head whips around until he locates the source. 

You. 

You break through the bush, walking straight to him. Suguru can see the tears illuminated on your face by the moonlight. You were crying. 

Suguru only has a second to mumble your name before you’re crashing into his body, needy hands clawing at his shoulders. He holds you close, soaking in your warmth. Suguru looks down and runs his hands down your body, searching for any obvious injuries. Nothing seemed out of place. You tremble in his hold, sobs tearing from your throat. Suguru’s heard you cry a handful of times, but never like this. 

“Sweetheart.” He says, pulling back to peer at your face. 

His heart tugs at the sight. Your lips are raw from you biting them, lashes clumped together with tears. He lifts a finger and swipes beneath your eye, but his efforts are in vain. You only cry more. 

“My-my dad.” You moan. 

Your dad? 

Did something happen to your dad? 

“What about your dad?” Suguru glides his thumb over your skin in what he hopes is a soothing action. 

“My dad, he, he,” you break out into a wail, and Suguru thinks he hears his heart break. “He sold me off.” 

What? 

“He sold you off?” Suguru repeats. 

He can tell you’re trying to compose yourself. You take deep breaths, wiping your face, only succeeding in smearing the tears around. 

“He’s marrying me off. Said it will bring in extra cash that our family needs.” 

Suguru swears the forest instantly turns quiet. His eyes feel dry as he stares down at you, waiting for a punchline. It was a joke, right? 

He knew you weren’t joking, no matter how badly he wanted it to be true. 

“He wants to marry you to someone? For money?” 

Logical. Think logical. How can he comfort you in this situation? He needs to do something. 

“He does!” 

“And what do you want?” He asks. 

Anything you want, he’d get it for you. It doesn’t matter how far he has to scour the earth, he would do anything. 

“You.” You look up at him with your heartbroken eyes, fists balled up against his chest. 

You want him? 

Really, it shouldn’t be a surprise. You’ve been seeing each other for months, but hearing you say that one word still felt earth shattering. 

He begins to think. You don’t want to get married to the man your father picked. You want Suguru instead.

What if you just left with him?

He knows it's irrational, he really does. It doesn’t change the fact that it makes his heart twist. 

What if he just whisked you away, brought you back to his hometown where he could make you happy. 

“Come with me.” He finds himself saying, even though his brain is begging him to be more rational. 

“What?” Your bottom lip trembles as you gaze at him. 

“Come with me.” He says again. “I can take you away from here.” 

He think you might deny him. It would be the smart thing to do. But you don’t. Your eyes widen before you look to the ground, a million thoughts crossing your head. 

“Okay.” You say. 

His heart skips a beat at your agreement. Yes. Yes. 

“I can come back tomorrow with a horse, just bring everything you want and sneak out.” 

You aren’t crying anymore, a wave of relief washing over Suguru. He had to say something in the moment to change the situation. He knew he wouldn’t regret it, but would you?

“Same time tomorrow?” You ask. 

“Same time tomorrow.” He repeats back. 

~~~

Suguru borrowed a horse from one of his neighbors, a friendly man who bred them. Suguru was willing to pay, but the man wouldn’t have it. “Take her for as long as you need!” He told Suguru. 

Suguru tried not to feel bad. He would only be needing it for the night. 

His stomach is in knots as he rides to the forest, scenarios playing through his head. What if you changed your mind? What if you didn’t show? 

Suguru pats the horse as he hops off, eyes scanning the trees. You weren’t here yet. He begins to count each heartbeat. On the 300th beat, he sees the bushes rustling. 

It’s you. 

You’re running to him with a sack tied to your back, one that’s entirely too light in Suguru’s opinion. Where was all your stuff? He knew you weren’t rich by any means, but he expected more. No matter. He’ll buy you everything you could wish for. 

He says your name softy, letting the syllables float over to you. Your eyes are wide, with a nervous grin on your face. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long! I was waiting for him to go to sleep.” You’re whispering as if raising your voice would cause a witch hunt for you. 

“It’s okay.” Suguru takes your cheek in his hand. 

He admires your eyes shining under the moonlight before he presses his lips against yours. You were always so warm. Suguru suppresses a shudder as he pulls away. He refrains asking if the sack contained everything you were bringing. 

“Are you ready?” He questions. 

“Yes.” You answer. 

This was it. All you had to do was sneak through the forest, travel to his house and everything would be okay. 

Suguru assists you in hopping up on the horse. It takes several tries, embarrassment raining down on your skin. He doesn’t laugh, not even once. He could never laugh at you. Once you get on successfully, Suguru jumps up. It only takes him one try, his toned chest pressing into your back. 

Suguru’s breath graces your cheek and he grins at the way goosebumps break out over your skin. You were so perfect, he had a hard time believing you were real. He takes hold of the reins with one hand, and uses his other to keep a firm grasp on your waist. 

He doesn’t think he’s ever heard a horse be so loud before. The hooves clacking along the dirt path ring out, tearing through the silence of the night. He finds himself holding his breath as the horse sets off, his home the destination. 

Neither of you talk the entire time. It’s as if you’re waiting for it to be over, not wanting to somehow ruin the moment. Halfway through the ride, Suguru feels your body twitch with chills. The night air was cold and unforgiving as it wraps around you. He was feeling guilty for not being able to provide more warmth. You’d be home soon. To your new home. 

Suguru tugs the reins until the horse stops outside his house. He briefly glances to look at you, noticing the way you admire the structure. He feels a brief burst of pride at the way your lip twitches. He hoped you would like the inside just as much. 

Suguru throws his leg to the other side, jumping down. He raises a hand up which you take, clumsily jumping off the horse. Suguru holds your hand, he doesn’t want to let go of you for even a second, as he goes to his neighbors house, putting the horse back in her stable. 

His old wooden front door creaks as Suguru pushes the handle. He’s been through this door many times before, but somehow this feels like the first time. He gets a renewed sense of energy as his eyes glance across his house. Everything was right where he put it several hours ago. He made sure to clean it extra well before setting off to retrieve you. He couldn't bear the thought of you coming home to a messy house. Suguru wasn't messy in any sort of the word, even so he still made sure to clean everything extra well. 

He steps inside, looking over his shoulder as he pulls you along. Your eyes are flicking from one place to the next, as if you can’t decide what to settle your sights on. How cute. 

“I'm just going to light more candles for us, stay right here.” 

He squeezes your hand once before finally letting go. He’s able to locate the extra candles with relative ease, lighting them up to illuminate the house in a soft yellow hue. 

You nearly stop his heart, that’s how beautiful you are. He sets the candles down before stepping next to you. 

He feels better now that the two of you are home, like he can finally breathe.

“What do you think?” 

He thinks you like it, but there’s a part of him worrying that you’d rather be back to your fathers house. 

“It’s beautiful, Suguru.” You take your eyes off your surroundings and relax them on him. 

He kisses you before stepping back. Your lips feel like satin against his, and he can’t believe that he’ll get to feel them whenever he wants to now. 

“Let me show you around.” 

Suguru starts with the kitchen, as he thinks it's what the house is really built around. There’s a large counter in the middle that’s nearly stained with flour. There’s a faint bread smell hanging in the air, and he hopes you’ll get used to it. Maybe it was too strong. Suguru could hardly tell, it was normal for him. As he looks across the kitchen it dawns on him that this is where he’ll be making all your future meals, the table in front of him is the same table you’ll be sat at each day as you eat. 

He watches as your eyes flick from every corner of the kitchen. He can tell you're glancing at his collection of ingredients, things that weren’t necessarily common in this region. He wonders if you’ve even seen some of them before. He didn’t think you never cooked, but he was aware of his near borderline obsession. Most of the ingredients were things he picked up along his travels, accepting it as payment instead of cash. It worked out better for him that way anyway. 

Suguru shows you every other part of the house, leaving only two places remaining. The garden and his bedroom. It’s a bit cold out, so he doesn’t want to give you a full tour of the garden, deciding it would be best to wait until the sun was shining. You take a quick peak through the window where your eyebrows fly up. He’s watching you in amusement, a soft grin on his face. 

“That’s incredible, Suguru.” 

“Thank you, I’m quite proud of it.” 

“Who taught you to garden?” 

You pull your gaze away from the window pane to look back at Suguru. He stares into your eyes before glancing at your lips, then back up again. 

“My mother, she had a small garden. I learned most things myself though, but she started my love for it.” 

His skin instantly creates goosebumps when your hand brushes his arm, holding it close to your body. He thinks it's meant to be a form of comfort, and that makes his head dizzy. 

“Only one room left.” He squeezes your hand before guiding you towards his, your, bedroom. 

It isn’t anything to write home about. There’s a decently sized bed in the middle of the room. It’s mostly empty save for a few pieces of furniture that stored his belongings. 

“I can sleep on the floor if you’d prefer, and we can figure out something more long term tomorrow.” Suguru says and turns towards you. 

He didn’t really want to sleep apart from you, but he would understand it if you needed your space. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, the idea of that happening made him nearly shudder. 

“Why would I prefer that?” You question, a teasing smile on your lips. 

You reach up to tug him down, pressing your mouth against his. The kiss is short and sweet, and you pull away to set your bag down. 

It’s a bit late for a bath, but the two of you could take one in the morning. Thoughts of your bare skin cross his mind and Suguru has to shake his head clear of it. 

“I’m spent, can we lay down?” You’re inching to the bed as you speak. 

“Of course.” Suguru replies and follows after you. 

The two of you slide onto the bed from either side, it was so smooth it almost appeared like the two of you had been doing it for years. 

He can feel the heat of your body radiating next to him. He feels lucky to be able to sleep beside you. You’re turned over on your pillow, facing him. He’s dreamed of this scenario many times, imagining what your figure would look like pressed into his sheets. 

“Thank you.” You reach up and place your palm on his cheek. 

Suguru allows his lids to flutter shut, indulging in the feeling of your soft skin against his. Just this once. Let him indulge just this once. 

“What’re you thanking me for?” 

And Suguru’s being honest when he says that. He did take you away from an awful situation, but he almost felt guilty for it. He wanted you here just as much as you wanted to leave. 

“For loving me.” 

Suguru has to bite the inside of his cheek at your words. Oh, you darling girl. He would make it so that you would never have to thank him for that again. 

He places a kiss against your lips, feeling a flood of relief at your reciprocation. Your hand raises up as you dig your fingers through his hair, making him sigh in pleasure. You take the opportunity to slide your tongue along his bottom lip, much to his surprise. It wasn’t that you had never kissed like this before, you had on occasion. In the sanctity the forest provided you, the large trees gracing you some semblance of privacy. Suguru was just surprised you wanted to kiss now. Weren’t you tired? 

Early on in your relationship he learned he could never say no to you.

He parts his lips more, allowing your tongue to slither inside. 

His tongue brushes against yours, making you groan. Suguru’s brows furrow at the sound, filthy thoughts seeping into his brain. 

It was only then that he realizes the gravity of the situation. 

You were kissing in his bed, the session only getting more erotic as it goes on. 

You pull away once you feel his tongue falter, heavy pants slipping past your lips. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” 

Your hands slide down his chest where you linger, fingertips attempting to stroke his lean stomach. 

“I do.” You sound positive in your response. 

It only takes Suguru one more glance towards you before he feels his resolve crumble. His lips are on yours in an instant, his tongue darting out to stroke against yours. He settles his hand on your hip, pulling you closer towards him. 

His mind is racing a million miles a minute, planning out how he wanted to go about this. He had been intimate before, though it was long ago. He couldn't even remember what it felt like, not that he wanted to. He only wants to remember the feel of your body beneath him. 

Your hips wiggle in his grasp, desperate for something you were unaware of. Suguru slides you on your back as he crawls on top, large frame overshadowing yours. The kiss doesn’t break as he switches positions. 

He pulls back to push his lips against your throat, his stomach clenching at the taste of your sweet skin. You tilt your head back, allowing him more room. His tongue traces your flesh before his lips latch onto you, his teeth grazing you. You sound helpless below him, whimpers falling from your lips as you twist and turn beneath him. 

Suguru trails a hand up your side, fingers buzzing at the prospect of being able to touch you. He slides his hand underneath your shirt, pausing as you gasp out. Did he do something wrong? His eyes flick to you where he notices your brows knit together in want. 

“Do you want me to stop?” 

You murmur a no, your chest rising and falling heavily. Suguru lets his hand glide across the planes of your stomach, traveling up until he feels the stiff section of your ribs. Your eyes are glazed over as you watch Suguru, all the attention nearly making him falter. He presses his lips against yours as his hands finally stop at your breasts, and Suguru lets out a groan. Your tongue slides past his, his fingers stopping on your nipple. 

You moan at the way his finger pads graze against you. Suguru pulls away to watch your face pinch, obviously enjoying it. He lifts up your shirt, staring at your chest. He found it hard to believe that something so perfect could have been created. 

He takes two fingers to pinch your nipple, grinning at the moan you release. He does it once more, albeit harder the second time around. The hair on the back of his neck stands as your moans course through his veins like a drug. 

He leans down to kiss your skin, begging himself to take it easy. His hands glide down to grab your underwear. There was a small wet patch forming in the middle, Suguru notices. 

Were you as desperate for this as he was? 

Suguru slowly slides them down, not glancing until you let your legs part yourself. When Suguru first met you, he swore he had never see anything more beautiful. He stands by that statement even today. But if you asked Suguru what the second most beautiful thing was, he now had an answer. 

Your pussy drips below him, the sheen of the slick shining in the low light of your bedroom. 

“Sweetheart, you're…” Suguru’s voice is not his own as he speaks. 

Something else entirely had taken hold of him, willing him to give into his every desire. His finger lifts until it's brushing your core, strings of your slick clinging to him. Suguru watches as it drips from his finger, butterflies in his stomach. 

You're embarrassed if Suguru had to guess. Your face is turned sideways as you nibble your bottom lip. He wished you knew there was no need to be embarrassed. He would never make fun of you, he would never even dream of it. 

“Do you touch yourself?” He asks. 

The near shame darkening your expression was telling Suguru everything he needed to know. There was not a doubt in his mind that another man hadn’t touched you. But he was beginning to think your own fingers hadn't explored your body either. 

That was okay. 

He would make up for everything. 

He waits till you're able to speak. His face is relaxed as he listens. 

“No…” you begin, your fingers pulling each other. “I have but, it never really felt any good.” 

Suguru bites back a coo, not wanting to shame you any further. He could hardly believe it. He was going to afford you your very first orgasm, the mere prospect making him feel faint. He drags his finger back down, grazing against your slit with his knuckle. You release a shiver as your eyes flick down to look at what he’s doing. 

“I’m going to start slow, let me know if you want to stop.” 

Suguru turns his hand around to run his middle finger through you, collecting the slick that had gathered. He drags it up to your needy clit before tracing it once, twice, his feline eyes keeping track of your expressions. 

You’re sitting up on your elbows, captivated by the way his much longer fingers worked you. He thinks it's adorable, really. The way you’re exposing yourself to him. It’s vulnerable, and he loves you all the more for it. 

“How does that feel?” 

Your mouth opens as if you want to speak, and your tongue wets your bottom lip. His eyes linger on the action, but he doesn’t think about it for too long. 

“Feels,” he presses harder which makes you whimper. “G-Good.”

Suguru hums and looks back down toward his hand, circling your clit with two fingers. You’re gleaming in the low light of his bedroom, and his throat starts to tingle at the thought of what you might taste like. 

He takes note when your chest starts to swell faster, increasing the speed of his fingers. Your skin is silky soft beneath him and it reminds him of a flower petal. He wonders if he’ll ever be able to tend to his garden the same way. 

“Suguru, it-“ you stutter. 

“Yes, baby?” He’s calm in the way he responds, calm in the way he does anything with you. 

He must have done something right, as you finally gift him with a moan. His eyes squint at the noise, his blood was starting to heat beneath his skin. 

Oh, darling. You sound so sweet. 

He corrects the position of his hand, moving so he can rub your clit with his thumb. He’s able to apply more pressure this way, you notice as your head drops back, eyes fluttering closed. 

You’re moaning more freely now, and he hopes the sound of it becomes ingrained in the walls of his house. He could listen to it forever, if you let him. 

You’re getting closer, Suguru feels it. He couldn't remember each tiny detail about being intimate with a woman, but he did remember what it felt like when they were about to cum. It was in the small things. 

The way you’re restless beneath him, body leaning in while also backing away from the feel of his finger tips. 

The way your legs tried to shut. 

The way your pussy wept. 

Suguru takes his thumb away and watches with a haughty smile at the way your face drops. He thought it was funny. You didn’t even know what you were expecting to happen, but you knew he took whatever it was away from you. 

“Will you let me taste you?” He asks. 

It’s more of a formality. He knows you’ll let him taste you. He can tell by the weight of your lids and how your legs spread wider. 

“Why would you want to do that?” You ask. 

“Entertain me for a moment.” 

He talks as he scoots down, his lips close enough to your folds he almost starts to salivate. 

Suguru pokes his tongue out, stroking it against your clit. 

Honeysuckle. 

That’s what you reminded him of. 

You’re sweeter than the pale yellow flower by miles. Your taste fills his mouth as he dives in more. He could get drunk off this. Your face is contorted as you watch the way his lips wrap around you. He’s building you up fast, the flick of his tongue almost too much for you. 

He doesn’t think he’s ever wanted something so bad in his entire life. Suguru pulls back to look at your pussy before leaning back in, grazing his tongue up again. 

Your moans are much louder now, your gaze set on him. He refuses to look away for even a moment. He wants to watch the second you cum for him. 

With a load moan you cum and he nearly faints. Suguru’s quick to lick you up, swallowing each drip of your cum. 

“Suguru, what was-“ you try to ask, your voice hoarse. 

He’s crawling back up, a grin on his face as you notice the way his mouth has a sheen. He wants to tell you how perfect you are, how perfect you taste, sound, feel. 

It seems you’re distracted, though. 

He’s sitting on his heels, looking down at you. Your eyes are focused not on his face, but on something else entirely. 

When he looks down he notices the large bulge forming in his slacks. He almost feels shame for how quickly his body reacted to you, but he has to be the bigger person of you two. This was all new to you. 

He can tell you want to see more, which he has no problem with. Suguru’s motions are firm as he drags his clothes off, revealing each part of his skin. You had known Suguru well, but there were parts of him even you hadn’t seen. 

Your gaze widens as you see his cock for the first time. Suguru’s spine tingles at your expression, but he tries to remain still. 

He feels his anxiety begin to creep in the longer you don’t say anything. He would put his clothes on and lay down with you if that’s what you wanted, he was fine with it. Even though he was dying to feel you even more.

“Can I…touch it?” Your voice is small but determined. 

“Yeah, go ahead.” 

You sit up, scooching close to him until you’re sitting on your knees, mirroring him. He watches as you reach a hand out, squeezing both sides of his cock softly before dragging your finger down. Suguru sighs, his fingers itching with the need to touch you more. 

How long had it been since he came? Ages, it felt like. With the way your fingers felt against him, he was positive he wouldn’t last long at all. 

Your fingers pause once you notice a bead of precum begin to pour from his tip. He wonders what’s going through your head as you swipe at it, sliding it down his cock. 

Patience is a virtue. A virtue Suguru has copious amounts of. But it's becoming increasingly difficult to stay still under your watchful gaze. 

“I’m ready.” You say, taking your eyes from his cock to look up at him. 

He was too. Beyond ready. 

He slides his hands down your body until he’s taking off the last parts of your clothes. Suguru places a soft kiss on your lips before he’s aiding you in laying back down. You’re beautiful like this. You’re always beautiful, but he finds a new appreciation for you with the way you appear below him. 

Suguru hovers over you, trying to appear as gentle as possible. He is gentle, he likes to think. But he can only imagine how daunting it is to have a 6 foot plus man above you. 

“I’ll go slow.” He swears, kissing your lips. 

You look nervous but eager below him, your legs spread out to accommodate his lean frame. He decides to warm you up first. 

Suguru glides his middle finger down your folds, marveling at the shiver you let out. He prods at your hole before easing his finger inside, his lashes fluttering at the noise you make. Your pussy is warm and tight around him, he can only imagine what it will feel like around his cock. 

“How’s that?” He asks. 

You were such a precious thing. 

You’re nibbling on your bottom lip as you watch him. You look up into his eyes before quickly glancing away. Once upon a time you told him his gaze was overwhelming, he thought it was funny at the time but he was beginning to understand what you meant. 

Suguru eases his finger out before dipping it back in. He pokes around until he finds the spot he’d been searching for. You moan as your eyebrows furrow, and he curls his finger to rub it more. 

“Feels so good.” Your skin has goosebumps now, and Suguru feels pride surge through him. 

“Yeah?” He asks, sliding a second finger in. 

He indulges himself in your whimpering as he keeps a steady pace. He’s surprised he’s still conscious, he isn’t even sure how he’s still breathing. 

Your walls part for him much more easily as he keeps pushing his fingers in.

He thinks you’re ready. 

Suguru pulls his fingers from you and marvels at the way your cum drips from them. You wouldn’t mind if he indulged himself a bit more, would you? 

He pushes the two fingers past his lips, licking them clean. His eyes are rolling back in his head, so he doesn’t see the way you stare at him. 

“It can’t taste that good, can it?” You ask. 

His eyes flick open and he looks down at you. He cracks a grin before positioning his cock in front of your folds. 

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” He murmurs to you. 

Suguru lowers himself so your chests are touching. The way your nipples pebble against his toned abs make his breathing falter. His cock nudges at your entrance and he notices you must be holding your breath. 

“Hey, relax. I’m here.” He encourages. 

You lick your lip before letting out a shaky breath. That's my girl, he thinks. He presses against you and feels his lip twitch once his tip sinks in. You were so warm and wet. You breathe in sharply, your hands flying up to grip his muscular back. 

Good, dig your fingers in me. He tells himself. Leave marks. 

Suguru kisses you as he slowly sinks in. He’s going achingly slow. The circulation in his cock feels like it’s stopped with how tight you are. His tongue slips past your lips and glides against yours in an attempt to soothe your nerves. He’s almost there. Your fingers scratch at his skin and the burn makes his heart soar. Once he bottoms out, you tear your lips away from him to moan. 

He’s so proud of you.

“You did it.” He praises you, nose nudging at your throat. 

“It’s so big, Suguru.” 

“I can wait like this.” 

It’s hard. His body is begging him to thrust into you, desperately wanting to feel the way your walls will cling to him, sucking him back in. He could never dream of hurting you though, so instead he stays steady, listening to the ragged breathing coming from your chest. 

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him in more. He nearly feels like he’s being swallowed. Your slick is dripping around his cock, sliding down until it stains his sheets. Suguru has to remind himself how to breathe as he waits, his cock needy as it sits inside of you. 

You wiggle your hips down a bit, testing the feeling of movement. When it doesn’t hurt, you nudge his chest, silently asking for more. 

I love you, I love you, I love you. He wants to scream it from the rooftops. It isn’t just because of this. It’s because of everything you do. If his love for you continues to grow, his heart may burst. 

“Ready?” He asks. He prays you can’t hear the way his voice is restrained. 

“Yeah,” You sound faraway, eyes hazy. 

Suguru pulls out a bit, before slowly pushing himself back in. Once he realizes you aren’t in pain, he rocks his hips a bit more. Your moans are more beautiful than anything he’s ever heard. He was right, your walls wrapped around him tightly, sucking him back in. 

Nothing had ever felt this good, he swears it. 

Suguru pulls all the way out before thrusting back in. His eyes never leave your face, choosing to memorize the way your lips part and your brows pinch as he fucks you. 

You’re panting as his speed increases, his pelvis bumping against yours each time he’s fully englufed in you. He finds it hard to fuck you with how your legs are wrapped around him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“You’re taking me so well.” Suguru says. 

“I love you.” You reply, your tone holding weight. 

Suguru feels his chest tighten at your confession. It was by no means the first, or even the second time you had said it to each other. It was however, one of the more meaningful times. The only other moment that compared, and was better, was when you first muttered the words. You said them under the canopy of trees, light flecking your face. 

“I love you.” Suguru responds. 

And he does. He loves you so fucking much. 

Suguru’s pace speeds up. One of your hands is gripping the sheets while the other holds onto his back. You’re moaning without a care in the world now. He wants to make it better for you. 

He slides his hand between your bodies and locates your clit with relative ease. He rubs against it, panting at the way your pussy clenches around him. Just like he suspected, you get somehow louder. 

“More, baby.” He encourages. 

His cock rubs against your insides each time he pushes himself in. If he had the option, he would be deep in your walls forever doing this. 

“I-I can’t, feels too g-“ your sentence cuts off as you moan again. 

Your eyes squeeze shut. Suguru focuses on the way you clench around him, willing himself to last longer. You first, always you first. 

“I think I might,” you don’t even know the word for it, but you’re trying to warn him. 

“Please baby, please cum for me.” 

Suguru’s hips stutter as he fucks you. Just a little longer. His fingers strum against you one more time before you’re cumming, squeezing his cock so hard he feels like he may fall over. 

He lets out a shaky moan as you finish, fucking into you several more times. He needs to pull out. An image flashes across his mind of your stomach swelling, and it makes him almost cum immediately. Fuck, he needs to pull out. 

Suguru pulls his hips back, biting his cheek at how your pussy looks. He rubs his cock above your body, breathing heavily as he throws his head back. Cum shoots from him, painting your perfect skin below him. He didn’t know what you were doing in terms of contraception, so this was risky enough as is. Maybe in the future you would let him fill you to the brim. 

His skin is buzzing as he looks down at you. You’re raidiant underneath him, out of breath as you trace his figure with your eyes. 

“That felt so good.” You say, a demure grin on your face as you look at him.

Suguru looks for his discarded shirt on the floor and picks it up to swipe the cum from your skin. He tries not to wince at the waste of it before tossing it aside. 

You catch him off guard when you reach up to grab his face. You pull him down to kiss him softly, a new type of tenderness settling in his bones. 

“Thank you.” He murmurs against your lips. 

“For what?” You chuckle and tug him down to lay beside you. 

For running away with him. For letting him worship your body. For loving him. 

He squeezes you against him and throws the blanket over the two of you. You nuzzle beside him, wrapping your arms and legs around him. 

It doesn’t take long for the gentle pull of sleep to take hold of you both. 

~~~

You’ve been here for a week now, and Suguru’s never been more sure of anything in his life. He watches you from the window as you water his flowers, a stain of dirt somehow streaking across your cheek. The week had been nothing short of paradise. He always knew how much he cared for you, but now that you were around him constantly he was forced to face just how much you meant to him. He always knew, but it had never been so glaringly obvious. 

He was going to marry you. 

If you said yes, that is. 

He wills his gaze away to peer down at the counter beneath him. There’s a ring in front of him, one he hopes will fit. The closest thing to a ring at least. There wasn’t a jeweler in town, and he couldn't bear waiting any longer. He fashioned a ring from a daisy, the stem forming a circle large enough to fit your fourth finger. The second he was able, he would travel to town to get you a sizeable gem. Most women in these parts had a simple band, if they had anything at all. 

But you weren’t most women. 

Suguru peers up and watches as you set the water canister down, wiping your cheek which only accomplishes in smearing the dirt even more. He chuckles to himself before turning around to walk to the bedroom. 

“Suguru!” You call out. 

The kitchen is empty when you come back inside. Odd, normally he was there making you lunch. You look around to find that he wasn’t anywhere. Must be in the bedroom.

You take off your shoes and pad down the floors, feet aching from standing for so long. Suguru tried to convince you that it was okay if you left the gardening and housework to him, but you wanted to help. 

You turn the corner and your eyes settle on your room. 

Not here either. 

But something else was. 

Your eyes narrow as you see something laying on your pillow. When you step closer you realize that it’s a daisy, it’s stem twisted and turned into a circle. 

“Huh?” 

Heavy feet fall behind you. You pick up the daisy and turn around to find Suguru standing behind you. 

“Hey, beautiful.” He says. 

“What’s this?” 

Suguru swallows his nerves as he forces his breathing to settle. He reaches out to grab the flower from you, turning it around in front of you. 

“Daisys mean a lot of things,” he starts. ���Innocence, motherhood,” his breath hooks. “New beginnings.” 

Your eyes are furrowed as you watch him, unsure of where he’s going with this. Suguru grabs your hand and holds it up, your knuckles facing him. 

Don’t be scared, he says to himself like a mantra. 

“I knew from the moment my eyes laid on you that you would be my new beginning.” He runs his thumb across your knuckles. “I love you, more than I love all the stars in the sky, more than I love the soil beneath my feet.” 

He lowers his lips down to kiss your fingers. 

“Will you let me be your new beginning as well?” He says into your skin. “Will you let me marry you?” 

When he looks up he feels his heart stop for a moment. There are fresh tears in your eyes, threatening to spill over your lash line. He thinks there must be a rock in your throat as well, because when you try to speak only a stumble of words come out. 

“Yes!” He’s able to make out. 

He grins and pulls away, sliding the daisy onto your ring finger. 

Your arms are attached to him as you hug him with all your might. 

“I love you.” He says into your hair. 

To new beginnings. 

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[christinebloodwrittings]

Engraved on the knowledge tree.

Request by: @white-00-7

Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!Angel-Reader Summary: It is said that time turns people you know into people you don't anymore. When your prayers weren't answered, you decided to visit your dearest friend, in Hell. Warnings: Slight angst, Adam and Eve mention, fluff, NSFW.

“Dearest Sami:

I have heard of your new position in the heavens, congratulations! You must be very happy, as I am for you. The flowers of the garden are exquisite, I’ll bring you a few when I go up to visit. How are you now, are you still picking fights with Michael?

Yours truly, Y/n, principality of the south wall.”

“Dear Y/n:

Principality, oh my! I guess I’m not the only one with a big promotion. I am well, swarmed with papers of matters that yet don’t exist, if that was possible. I have a proposition for a new animal, I will show it to the council and let you know what they tell me.

And Michael is still a pain in everybody’s shoes, certainly someone’s been putting something in his oatmeal every morning, not that I have anything to do about it…or maybe I have.

How are things in the garden? I heard the big man was about to make something new.

Yours truly, Samael Morningstar”

“Dearest Sami:

My word! A new animal? I hope it is fluffy or cute, but that is perfectly capable given your gifted mind. And yes, the big boss is creating something he called “People”, we have yet to wait on his final design, he has tried many methods to create one, but they crumble down.

Don’t bother your sibling, Sami, you know you’ll get in trouble again. I hope you succeed in your presentation.

Yours truly, Y/n, principality of the south wall.”

“Dear Y/n:

I indeed succeeded! Soon you’ll see what will be called a duck floating in the lake of the garden, it has both yellow and white feathers, with a beak on their faces! Most adorable.

What is he making them with? I heard he’s going to try mud next; I do hope that works now.

 Which leads me to the next question: at what full moon will you bless me with your company here? I have no one to annoy Michael with, I miss you!

Waiting for your letter, loved the little gardenia inside.

Yours truly, Samael Morningstar”

“Dearest Sami:

I am so glad you liked it! He has succeeded as well! He calls it a “Man”, he’s oddly like us, without our immortal glow and wings of course, he looks simple and fragile, but strong. Adam, the first man! Very smart as well.

I am afraid I have to stand guard, big boss’s orders, so the day I had planned going up had been postponed. I’m so sorry.

Here’s a loose feather of your latest creation! Cute as they can be, the human was the first to caress them. The feathers are the softest thing I have ever felt, even more so than petals. You are brilliant Sami!

Yours truly, Y/n, principality of the south wall.”

“Dearest Y/n:

Oh my! It’s better than I had ever imagine! Though it fills me with grief knowing that I won’t see my dearest friend in a while, but no one can fight against the big man.

I have heard that the man feels alone, so he will be making him a companion, what he calls a woman. To be his equal and support.

The first one to jump on the idea was cupid, as you can imagine, she loved it, so much that she and the big man are discussing her appearance.

Thank you for the feather, still, I would like to see you.

Yours truly, Samael Morningstar”

After Lilith was created, there was almost no letters from Samael. You, dearest reader, couldn't imagine why.

There was an exact number of twelve letters sent to Samael, but the only one that came back, when the skies were tainted red, was to join the fight against a rebellious angel and his legion of insurgents.

Armed and sadly ready to make a move as the front line, you saw Samael, your friend at the other side of the battlefield, your heart crumbled as you were hit by your comrades running off to battle.

An arrow sent you against the ground, then the fire burnt most of your wings and skin as you retreated, last thing you saw was a blinding light, then all of the rebellious team sank down on the ground, including your beloved friend, who had in his arms the first woman.

After the light, fire stars showered down from the skies, one last deed before the angels fell from the heavens, pass the grounds of earth to the new kingdom, Hell.

Your once pearly skin was tainted with burn marks, golden patches colliding with the pale hue. The pain spread across your arm, portions of your torso and multiple specks on your face, similar to freckles but in reality, those were tiny fire marks from when they collapsed on the ground.

Ever since that day, Samael turned into Lucifer.

“This is absurd! How in the- HOW was she able to redeem a sinner?” you heard Sera yell on the other side of her conference room. “Who cares?! The princess did it, there’s hope for hell after all!” Emily cheered and with reason, redemption down there seemed impossible, now it’s a reality Heaven must seize.

“Y/n! can I ask you a favor?” Emily peeked her head out from the door, “Sure miss” you replied, after there was no garden to guard, you were put as a regular soldier, just making sure everything is as perfect as it always seems to be.

“I need you to take this letter to Charlie Morningstar, okay?” why she didn’t go herself? Because as a seraphim she would have to go through Michael and the rest to be allowed to do so, and that could take another hundred years.

“Sure thing, your eminence” you walked away from the building, eyeing through the door the snake winner, internally speechless.

The portal was opened in direction to the Heaven Embassy. As you walked around the streets, sinners looked at you both in fear and repulsion, you couldn’t blame them really, “Fear not, I do not with to harm you” it work in matters that they started to ignore you, resuming they lives. Though you couldn’t stop hearing the screams and nasty comments made.

“You bitch, is your fucking angels fault!” a demon yelled before throwing a stone your way, hitting your shoulder, so a lot of other demons cue in throwing stones at your body. You dismissed the act and kept walking, knowing that if you retaliate things could escalate and become worse.

Besides, after the fire burnt your skin, you almost didn’t feel anything on your back.

The shiny building named ‘Hazbin Hotel’ had a different aura surrounding it, no wonder they were able to redeem someone.

You knocked on the door a few times, a cat like demon opened, his eyes wide as he eyed you up, “What do you want?” he bitterly asked, defensively, “Exterminators gave us a bad rep, huh?” you tried to ease the tension, “I’m here to speak with Miss Morningstar” he looked at the sword attached to your hip, “Loose the sword” he spit, his ears pinned down behind his head, “If it makes you feel safer, here, just don’t let it go into the wrong hands” when he had the weapon on his hand he stepped aside.

“Husk, is everything okay?” your previous dead like feeling melted away, she was the living image of your friend, exactly the same lovely feeling he used to irradiate, “Oh hi! Welcome to the Hazbin hotel!” she took your hand, pulling you further inside, “Oh wow, those are the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen!” she took your face in her hands, rising a golden blush on your face, seeing pass her glow to see just his image, and adoring the same reaction upon meeting you.

“Lovely to meet you, princess, my name is Y/n. I have come with a letter from the Seraphim Emily” you tried to fix your emotions by detach yourself from them, almost impossible when she looked so much like Lucifer, it hurt your insides, even more than your scars.

“Since when soldiers like yourself deliver correspondence?” you heard the red smiling demon jest from the other side of the parlor, “Since the garden of Eden faded” did he meant soldier as an insult? Or he made reference to your wounds? You fidgeted with a strand of your long silver mane.

“I didn't know angels could have freckles” an ex-exterminator made an observation, “Those are burns Maggie, I recognize my own work when I see it” the voice of the former archangel sent a shiver up your spine, thousands of years without hearing his voice made you almost forget it.

Your stomach twisted inside your body, much like Lucifer’s when you turned around and saw you. You were given the image of a lion for your strength and brave heart, he always made a mess of your hair when he wanted to pet your fluffy ears, saying that in between all the angels with your same physique, you were one of a kind, given your white fur instead of the caramel looking one.

He had always made you feel special, and just like that he turned his back on you.

“Y/n, principality of the south wall” he seemed a stranger to that name, centuries without saying it out loud, “Lucifer Morningstar, king of Hell” you curtsied, and oh how it hurt his pride. “No need for that, Y/n, I’m so glad to see you well” he extended his hand, repressing jumping to hug you, given that the last thing he saw as he fell was you under a bunch of his flames.

“Likewise” you felt his hand, rough and calloused, “Will you stay for dinner, or you have to fly back?” you couldn’t fly anymore, just to show him you expanded your backbones, allowing him to see the naked bones lacking flesh and feathers, “Even if I wanted to, I can’t, but the embassy isn’t far away”.

He remembered your wing ceremony, those were hours and hours of soaring creation by his side, enjoying your freedom, and because of him, you were stranded in the ground like a defeated bird.

The room was in a mix of awe and pity, seeing the damage created by a war made for love, then the princess interrupted with the news of her redeemed friend, it was all laughter and joy. But for some reason Lucifer couldn’t stop looking at you, all that damage, all the pain and recovery that you must’ve endured.

“Y/n, you’ll have to stay” he worded that sentence so weird, he had to make another go with it pointing the sky, clouded and dripping. “It’s just rain, I can walk just fine” the radio demon cleared his throat, calling your attention, “It’s acid rain, my dear, I’m afraid you won’t make it pass the door” upon the demon’s hand on your shoulder Lucifer’s eyes turned red for a fraction of a second.

“In that case, princess, would you mind sparing a room? I’ll leave first thing in the morning” she dismissed you calling her princess, “Call me Charlie, and yes, but the rain lasts at least a couple of weeks” you found weird that she stuttered her sentence, so much you thought she was lying.

“Charlie, if you want me to stay for some reason you can just say so” she fiddled with her suit, “I mean is true that the rain lasts a few days, but I want you to see what we can do to redeem sinners, and you could pass the message?” her way to ask for her hotel sake and her father’s was cute, you were unknowing of the latter though.

“Very well” you felt her snaping your back in the tightest hug ever, “Oh thank you, thank you!” she yelled into your chest, “Ah, Charlie I love you, but let her go please, you have yet to control your strength” Vaggie ran to your side, to take her girlfriend away from you, only then both your soul and the air came back to you.

“Like father like daughter” you muttered breathlessly, Alastor holding your arm to support you, “Really?” she lighted up even more, as if that was possible. “Exact quality hug, but he broke two ribs in the process” you let out a laugh, this time the one with the golden blush was lucifer.

“Miss Y/n, you must be tired, how about I escort you to a room?” Alastor took the opportunity to kiss the back of your hand as he pulled you towards the stairs, only to be blocked by Lucifer, “I think is best for me to do it, she’s my friend” he made an emphasis on ‘my’ when he spoke, trying to take your hand from his, but Alastor took his feet away with his tendrils coming from the floor.

“I am the host of the hotel; it is my duty” his smile grew on his face, focusing only in getting into Lucifer’s skin, he didn’t noticed you walking away, “I’m the king of hell!” Lucifer roared annoyed. “Charlie dearest, how about you take me? You are the owner of the hotel” she giggled awkwardly seeing the scene, “This way, ignore them, they do this every day” her comment made you let out a laugh, “I can imagine”.

Lucifer watched you go away with Charlie, the sway of your hips along with your hair falling down to your middle back, made him feel a tingle going up and down his body. “She is a majestic sight to behold” the drop that made Lucifer snap from his stare, “Touch her again, and I’ll forget you are friends with my daughter, bellboy” poor Alastor saw dots of light, when the king hit exactly where his wound was.

Later that night, after Charlie had gifted you a robe and a toothbrush set to use, you stared at the city, seated in a sofa chair next to the window, a cup of tea that Husk had made for you, as a way to apologize for his bitter attitude earlier, which you smiled and told him that it was rather admirable of him, to be so invested in protecting his friends.

You heard a knock, “Y/n? Are you awake?” you thought for a minute, before getting on your feet and adjust your robe. Lucifer was outside your door, his tail wrapped around his leg for moral support, his heart on his throat as he had told himself over a hundred times to just go and talk with you, before actually running down the stairs to your room.

Your mind was plagued with thoughts as well, what might he want? Is he going to apologize for what happened? Is he just going to catch up with you? But of course your body was faster than your mind, because you had opened the door.

Your divine light illuminated his eyes, rising the blush once again when he saw you mere in a long robe, “Yes?” you softly asked, “Do you- ehem, would you like to talk? I mean with me? Not that you couldn’t with anyone else, just- I mean this situation, can we?” you laughed at his ramble, “Come in” his tail lightened around his leg as he entered your room.

“So, uhm, it has been a while” he sat in the chair opposite to yours, “It has” you took another sip of your tea, “Azrael took your place to annoy Michael, the other day he found a roach in his coffee” the ice breaker worked just fine, Lucifer discarded his hat on a side, and laughed his heart out imagining the scene, “And here I thought the angel of death had no sense of humor” he said in between laughs, “You would be surprised” you took another sip.

He swallowed a tight ball of saliva as you crossed one leg over the other, allowing your shiny skin flash him for a second, “I wrote to you nonetheless” his eyes traveled up to your piercing green eyes, “You did?” he heard a low ‘mmh’ before your answer, “I received a letter from the queen, saying that you didn’t wanted to associate with someone like me” you materialized the letter, reading it out loud.

“Estimated Y/n.

I would like you to stop sending your letters, my husband is beyond your pity and sympathy. He doesn’t with to associate with someone like you. We are pretty much done with heaven after what happened.

I suggest you start acting with more dignity and stop trying to romance a married man.

Regards, Lilith Morningstar, queen of Hell.”

You dropped it to the ground, “I kept writing though, eventually, I just tossed my quill and paper, hopeless” he went on his knees, taking the letter into his hands, before looking up from your legs to your face, “Even after…that?” another hum, “Well, it was almost for nothing, she left me seven years ago” you didn’t know whether to give up the façade and offer him some kindness or continue, “That’s unfortunate” you said out of nothing.

“I think apologizing isn’t the best way to go here” his hand was suddenly on your calf, just feeling your softness, “So, can I tempt you? So maybe the next time I see you will be sooner than ten thousand years?” his yellow hue eyes shone in the dead of night right against your leg, in which he rubbed his cheek.

“I- I can’t, what will they say?” he smiled, pushing himself up, his chest slowly rising against your knee, until his face was inches from yours, “If they throw you out of heaven, I promise to catch you” he whispered, “Don’t play with me, devil” you warned, the light white fur on your neck spiked up as a response of the amount of chills his sudden touch on your hips was given you.

“I’m not, I promise I’m not, but as a matter of facts, I had a dream about you” your leg fell from your opposite knee, giving him accidentally, the opportunity to push himself between them. He took your face in his hands, caressing strands of hair away as he settled his sight on your eyes.

“Your eyes remind me of the grasslands of Eden, of the first emeralds, they are so full of life and beauty, just like the bearer. I won't say that the dream haunted me, because I was really waiting for the light of hell to come down just to dream of you, seven consecutive years since my wife left me”

Tears burned their way down your face, “I…missed you too” his breath was so suddenly close, you shut your eyes without knowing what to expect. He smiled, you were still you, “Y/n” he called you, “Tell me you enjoy being a soldier, and I’ll walk away” subtle, lovely, a kiss to your upper cheek, right below your eyes, catching a tear that slipped.

“I don’t, but you just left, and when she comes back, you’ll leave again” “Not this time” “You promise?” “I promise” he waited a couple of seconds for you to say something else, your face was so conflicted, he didn’t knew if you didn't wanted him, or you hated him, but he had no response.

Your lack of words guided his hand to cup your face with one hand, gently at first, then he slipped pass your hair to the back of your head and pulled roughly until he could devour your mouth like he had dreamed, biting, without regard, the soft flesh of your lips.

"Kitten, you taste better than I could ever dream" he lowered his head to your collarbone and from there to your chin he licked like a snake getting a taste of his prey. The sensation of his rough forked tongue sent a shiver down your spine.

You wanted to resist, but his kisses, were so skillful, his hands suddenly grabbed your hips, lifting you up with ease, automatically you hooked your legs behind his back, then your hands flew to hang on his shoulders.

Your back hit the soft bed, in one swift motion, still having at least one hand on your hips to keep you grounded.

He wanted to have you, fast, but also take his time, the bulge in his pants wasn’t making his situation any better for him. You were damned and lost in his caresses, your hands were all over his back and hair, his own matching your movements, while his pelvis teased yours, rub after rub, both undergarments were soaking wet.

As time went by, your doubts dissipated in between his hungry kisses. He sat up, with his hands he threw his coat aside and opened his shirt for you to see, waiting to see if you wanted to escalate or maybe tone things down a notch, he was fine as long as he could still make your lips all swollen as they were.

He watched your hands travel down to the straps of the robe, undoing the knot and allowing him to see the light pink lace lingerie you were wearing. Your pale skin, the lingerie, plus the golden burn marks made such a nice color palette on you, he felt he turned harder just seeing all he could have If he had made the right choice in the garden.

“Do I look that good, seducer?” he noticed your lips moving but it was as if he was in a trance, you were just so “Divine” he let out while going down against your belly, leaving kisses on every rough burnt spot, “I’m so sorry” your hand was petting his head, making him drop moans of his own as you did every time he touched you.

“Do you always wear this under your armor? Or you were hoping to see me?” your blush and the way your eyes moved away from him proved you guilty, “My, my, if I didn’t knew better my dear, that puts you in line to be damned for the sin of lust” his tail caressed the inside of your thigh a few times as he purr those words, making you shake in anticipation.

“Will that turn me into a sexy demon?” he laughed, his tail flicking against your clothed bundle of nerves skillfully, “I’ll see to it if you allow me to” his teeth bit into your neck, not drawing blood but enough to add to your collection, “Lucifer, please” you moaned breathlessly, “May I taste you?” his horns popped out of his head as he looked on your eyes for consent, “Fuck it, yes” his disheveled look was a such a tripping hazard.   

Your robe hanged on your elbows as you looked up to see what he was up to, he was kissing the inside of your thigh while he discarded your panties, having the sight of your wetness all to himself. Looking directly to you he wet his lips before licking you clit, making you shiver, then your legs were secured on his shoulders before he went in.

Lapping your folds like a starved man, drinking in your essence like it was the finest wine, he delighted himself in your beauty, “At this rate, I’ll end up corrupting you, my sweet kitten” he took your soft tail in his hand, twisting it around his arm. “Will you make yourself responsible?” he purred in response, taking in his teeth, gently, your clit, teasing a moan out of your throat, “Why of course darling, if you think I’m letting you go easy now, you’re dreamin’ baby” he winked, making his way up, with a flick of his fingers his clothes were gone, as well as your robe.

“I’m truly sorry about what happened” you pulled him up for a heated kiss, tasting yourself in his lips as you did. He then asked for permission for the main thing, in which you said yes in between kisses. His hips collided with yours with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping and the wet sounds filled the room, as did your moans and his.

Ecstasy was a word you wouldn't use for that moment it was too simple. Suddenly there was a knock on your door, “Y/n? Are you okay, we heard a noise” you looked down and your cup was smashed against the floor, you must’ve knocked it at some point.

Panic filled Lucifer’s mind at the voice of his daughter on the other side, “I’m fine Charlie, I merely knocked a cup accidentally, go back to sleep” you heard her say an ‘Okay’ accompanied with a yawn.

He then took himself out of you for a few seconds, then pulled your body towards him, rotating your hips until you were on all fours. He grabbed your hair and he continued fucking you, the thrusts getting stronger and more accurate.

"Stay here, with me, please" he breathed against your ear, to which you couldn't respond, the heat clouded your senses, a warm feeling crawled up your core to your chest, a feeling you knew the meaning of.

"You’re squeezing me so tight" he said in between panted laughs, "Stay, please" you shook your head, “Please love” he bit your shoulder, seeing the golden blood turn red as it went down your back, “There’s no turning back now, anyways, you’re stuck with me” he started thrusting with his life when he saw your eyes turn black, your iris still as green as it was.

“Mine, MINE” he growled, hands on yours as he felt you squeeze him as you came. “Yes, yours” you spoke out of breath, mind blown entirely.

His six long wings had spread out when he finished, so he took the opportunity to take your body in his arms and wrap you in the pile of soft, warm feathers, filling your face with kisses as he positioned both under the covers, “We’ll clean up tomorrow, I don’t want to let you go” you laughed as he whispered those words with kisses under your chin, “Please don’t ever” you hugged his back with one arm, the other hand scratching his head, pulling out a purring sound from him.

You were far too corrupted to go back now.

[theoneandonlypjofanatic]

"Nico?"

He almost cleaved the poor boy in two. The whole situation reminded him of the time he disturbed an older boy in the Lotus Casino, one who was so focused on his video game that, in surprise, hit Nico with the controller. He had thought Bianca would be mad at him, but the only one she lashed out at was that teenager.

He felt a pang of sadness at the thought of her. Not now, he thought. Not right after Will.

"Gods, Harley," he said, pulling him into a hug and ruffling his hair affectionately. "Don't sneak up on me like that. You'll end up like one of the practice dummies in the arena."

Harley giggled. Nico couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed like that.

"Why aren't you smiling?" He asked. Nico realized he'd been staring off into the distance like he was waiting for someone. "Didn't feel like it."

It was Harley's turn to make a face. "You can't not feel like smiling. That's not possible." He squirmed out of Nico's arms. "Something happened, right? So tell me."

His brain went through a thousand responses, from denial to avoiding the question to shadow traveling to Italy to start a new life. "It's..."

William Andrew Solace broke up with him. The person he went to literal Tartarus with, the one who knew all his secrets, the one... the one.

His one and only.

His mouth settled on an answer. "It's complicated."

...

An hour later, after skirting the topic of blonde hair and freckles and sun-kissed skin, he was at the door to Sally Jackson's apartment.

"Oh, Nico!" She said when the door opened. "I haven't seen you in so long! Come in!"

He smiled, just so she wouldn’t he worried. “Thanks, ma'am. Is Percy around? I just wanted to talk.”

Her face brightened even more at the mention of her son. “He’s out running some errands, but he should be back in a couple minutes. In the meantime, how about you try…”

He felt bad for zoning out, but he couldn’t focus the moment he saw the framed pictures of Percy on the table. There was one on his graduation day, one with a car (Paul’s Prius, he assumed), and one with the two of them. Percy and Nico.

Percy would never think of him the way Nico thought of Percy. To Percy, Nico was just a little brother, someone to look out for and eat ice cream with.

To Nico? There weren’t words to describe it. He didn’t need words, anyway, since it was completely hopeless.

Besides, he’d only been without Will for a month and a half. Maybe this was just him longing for someone to hold, someone to know, or maybe just someone.

The door flew open, the sounds of laughter and conversation filling the apartment.

“Nico!” Percy said, uneven smile on his face. “Dude, I haven’t seen you in forever! What’s up?”

He smiled, for real this time. “Nothing much. You?”

…

Three hours after that, after some talking and crying and wondering where things went wrong, they were at the beach. Specifically, the one at Camp Half-Blood.

He'd never really been a fan of beaches, since he couldn't swim, and sitting by the water wasn't any fun. He'd rather teach a bunch of little kids sword fighting than sit still for more than a couple minutes. But Percy promised that he'd show Nico some new surfing moves, and when Percy asked something, Nico could never say no.

So there he was, sitting under an umbrella on a checkered blanket, watching the son of Poseidon ride the waves like it was nobody's business.

Percy was only wearing blue swim trunks and his necklace. Nico couldn't even recall a time where Percy hadn't been wearing some sort of blue, no matter how small. Nico also couldn't explain why he loved it so much.

It was the little things about Percy that made Nico so fond of him. The Camp Half-Blood necklace, the obsession with all things blue, that uneven, troublemaker’s smile… gods, what was he thinking? Loving Perseus Jackson was a mistake. He’d already learned that, hadn’t he?

“Nico? Are you ok?”

He turned to find himself staring right at Percy’s abs.

“Yeah.” He could feel his face getting hot. Gods, he was such an idiot. Especially when it came to Jackson.

Percy chuckled. “You’ve literally been in the shade this entire time, and you’ve still got a sunburn.”

Nico touched his face. A sunburn? “Must be all that time in the Underworld.”

Percy laughed, and Nico committed the sound to memory. “Seriously, man, you need to wear sunscreen. You look like a tomato.”

“Hey!” Nico flicked his arm playfully, and they both collapsed into a pile of giggles.

…

Six years later, they were in New Rome, walking and talking and reminiscing in some garden Nico couldn’t remember the name of.

Six years after Percy saw Nico’s blush and thought it was a sunburn, he proposed to Nico.

And a year after that, the same story was told at the wedding.

…

@neo-kid-funk ITS DONE!!!!!!!!

[xoluvx]

threesome; tomdaya x fem!reader

smut word count: 2.5k a draft that took a mind of its own...pls enjoy

"Do you know the walls of this cabin are paper-thin? Because we could hear everything last night," Zendaya sneered taking a sip from her coffee while looking directly at you.

"Oh my god, seriously?" you asked feeling your face grow warm recalling the events of last night. It wasn't like you and Tom weren't discreet about your sex life. You had sex. Lots of it. But it hadn't crossed your mind that maybe other people didn't want to know those details of your life. At least not when they didn't have a choice in the matter.

"What was he doing to you? Geez," she scoffed playfully looking out at the lake as the two of you enjoyed the morning sun on the patio. "You were not holding back, huh?" she teased again, chuckling a little this time.

"Well, if you must know. Tom-" you started saying, but she cut you off holding up her hand. She didn't want to hear more.

"I was just joking. I don't actually want you to tell me," she scrunched her face making a disgusted look. She had a vivid imagination and an idea of what had happened in that room. She wasn't going to tell you that though.

"Oh please, don't act like you haven't thought about it before," it's like you read her mind. You looked right at her waiting to see her reaction.

Her eyes bulged and she held on to her coffee mug tighter. "Thought about what?" she asked furrowing her brows.

"Tom," you smirked crossing your legs after noticing her reaction. You leaned back on the chair as you closed your eyes feeling the breeze on your face.

Zendaya shook her head dismissing your comment.

"Come on. Tom is an attractive guy. I get it. I understand if you have thoughts about him," you raised a brow now cocking your head looking at her and waiting to see if she'd say something. But there was silence and that was telling enough.

-

"Babe, what do you think of Zendaya?" you asked throwing the decorative pillows off the bed and to the love seat in the room. You were ready to get in bed, but you were curious to know what Tom had to say about the conversation you'd had with Zendaya earlier.

"She's a good mate," he said nonchalantly, not thinking twice of your question. He continued rummaging through the drawer in the dresser you were sharing. He was looking for socks.

"She's a good mate? Tell me more," a hint of playfulness in your voice as you tossed a pillow at him before pulling the covers back and getting into bed.

Tom turned to look at you with shock. A hand went to the spot where the pillow hit him. "What was that for?" He asked dumbfounded closing the drawers, the pair of socks in his hand.

"I mean, do you think she's attractive?" you asked raising a brow waiting for his response.

"Well, yes. You'd have to be blind not to think that," he said bluntly and you laughed because he wasn't wrong. This is what you loved about him. He was so adorably cute and honest and you knew you could have this conversation with him - no awkwardness.

"Where's this coming from, love?" he asked joining you in bed. You were under the sheets as he laid on top of them resting his weight on his side as he saw you turn to look at the ceiling.

"She heard us last night. She asked what we were doing," you laughed recalling the conversation.

"So?"

"It just made me think..." your voice trailed off.

"About?" he pried placing a hand on your belly which urged you to look at him.

"Threesome," the word unfamiliar on your tongue, but oh so tempting.

"With Z?" he asked wanting clarification. Surely you couldn't have come to this conclusion from just a girls' talk with Zendaya. Who need not forget was probably one of the most proper and least into threesomes people he'd come to know. Or so he thought.

"I told her how you do that thing-" you started saying and Tom cut you off standing up from the bed and scrunching his face.

"Darling, it's bad enough she heard us. You had to go into detail?" he asked shutting his eyes. His face flushed.

"She acted like she didn't want to know, but trust me she wanted to know. I could see it in her face," you said pushing the sheets off you so you could sit on your knees as you watched Tom stand at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips.

"Here's the best part, she didn't deny thinking about it." You looked up at Tom sweetly as if you weren't just admitting one of his (and your) best friends had thought about having sex with him.

"So what do you want me to do with this information?" he asked now tilting his head.

"Nothing just wanted to let you know." You smirked and Tom shook his head chuckling a little before walking to you. He placed his hands on your face pulling you so your lips could touch. He kissed you tenderly as you placed your hands on his arms. Your heads tilted in opposite directions as your lips molded.

-

"We have a proposition," you exclaimed sitting in the same spot you'd sat with her yesterday. This time, it was later in the afternoon and there was something fruity in your cup. Your finger traced the rim of the glass as you looked at her.

Zendaya raised a brow taking a sit of her drink. "Yes?" she asked tilting her head.

"Would you care to join us...tonight?" you questioned, slouching back in your chair comfortably and nonchalantly. Like you weren't just asking your bestie to have a night of passion with both you and your man.

Zendaya gulped, but didn't respond. She looked out at the lake pondering your offer. She was curious. Of course she was curious. Especially after she, again, unintentionally heard you and Tom.

"I'll think about it," she finally replied looking at you. The sun reflecting off her eyes gloriously; you nodded in response.

-

There was a soft knock at your door, you turned to look at Tom who shrugged his shoulders but carefully sat up in bed. He was shirtless and only wearing his boxers. The covers hid half his body in this new position. You slipped the covers off your body and walked to the door.

You knew who it was. There was no doubt in your mind, but you were surprised when you opened the door. It almost went swinging when Zendaya stepped into the room, her hands on your face, lips tenderly on yours. There was softness to her that Tom came very close to. Her lips pressed firmly on yours until you started to move your lips in sync backing up a little so you could close the door until she was pressed to it. Your bodies flushed against one another.

Tom cleared his throat and the two of you pulled away to see him watching.

"Sorry, I had to do that. Confidence boost, if we're going to do this." She glanced between you and Tom. Your gaze went to Tom who tapped the bed. "Come here," he said and you held Zendaya's hand as you approached the bed.

She sat down on your side of the bed, feet planted on the ground.

"We are all okay with this?" Tom asked and you both nodded. Zendaya's back still to Tom, she was looking at you. "Okay," he whispered and he inched closer to Zendaya.

You wedged yourself between her legs and her hands tentatively brushed up your thighs. Her chest was rising and falling quickly as her fingers traced the curve of your ass. You brought your hands down to her face bringing her lips to yours. This time, the kiss was slow and sensual. Lips moving with purpose.

Zendaya felt Tom's lips on her shoulder and shuddered at the new point of contact. His lips peppered kisses along her shoulder and up her neck. She moaned into your mouth and you happily swallowed it, tongues now mingling.

Tom's fingers pulled at her hair gently tilting her head to the side, his tongue running along the side of her neck. You pulled away from kissing her to straddle her. This gave you access to same area Tom was focusing on. You kissed her collarbone before slowly moving up to where Tom's mouth was.

Your tongues met as you licked up her neck. The two of you getting lost in a kiss, your hands held on to her lower back and Tom's hands held on to your ass pressing you closer to Z. She was sandwiched between the two of you. You came back from the kiss when you felt her squirm, her hands on Tom's urging you to move your hips. You did so gladly grinding on her thighs.

You went back to kissing Zendaya as Tom lowered the straps of her nightgown revealing her perky breasts. He cupped them as you continued moving your hips on hers, lips still locked. He palmed her breasts, thumb and index finger gently pinching her nipples eliciting a string of moans from Zendaya who was now matching your movements.

"You have too much clothes on," she whispered against your lips and you gave her one more kiss before getting off her. You pulled down your shorts and matching shirt revealing your naked body. You pushed back Zendaya pulling the rest of her dress down her legs, Tom sitting next to her body, hand running up her tight torso. You were almost drooling at the scene and before you could join again you looked at Tom.

"Take it off," you demanded and he quickly got off the bed to remove the only article of clothing he was wearing. The three of you now completely naked and fully anticipating what came next.

Zendaya was still laying down on the bed, Tom grabbed her arms raising them above her head. She looked up at him, her harden nipples calling your name. You hovered over her taking one in your mouth. You sucked gently before rotating your tongue on her nipple. Tom watched carefully, your ass on full display as you leaned over her. He reached out to give you a firm spank and your groan reverberated off Zendaya's nipple causing her to let out her own groan.

Your lips trailed down her torso until you were right above her pussy. She was dying of anticipation. Yeah, she wanted to know what Tom could do, but she was more curious about you. She always had and now you were between her thighs and she swore she could cum from just that sight.

"Fuck..." Zendaya hummed as your tongue made contact with her sensitive pussy. She was throbbing for you, the sensation only rising as Tom playing with her nipples, his tongue rotating about each bud. Your tongue was focusing on her clit now. Rotating before flicking. You sucked gently before licking. You repeated the same movements over and over holding her thighs open as you felt her shake. She was close you could feel it. You felt it when you dipped your tongue in her pussy; she was tighter each time.

When you finally slipped a finger in, she couldn't control the string of moans. She was vocal and you loved that. Her arms were still raised above her head and her hips were rising too. Tom held her down firmly, hand spreading over her stomach, mouth still attached to her nipple.

"I think she's ready for you," you chocked getting up from the spot you were in, Zendaya looked down at you confused. Your lips were glistening and Tom nodded. He reached from the drawer pulling out a condom.

You switched with him laying next to her now. Your lips brushed hers sloppily and she moaned as she tasted herself on your tongue. You pressed your lips a little more firmly on hers and she groaned as you palmed her breast. You palmed it harder and she squirmed when you pinched her nipple.

Tom ran his hand up her thigh. You turned to watch him, cheek pressed on Zendaya's. She had her eyes closed, head tilted back at his touch. He leaned over to kiss you hungrily and you fisted his hair intensifying the kiss before nodding at him. You turned to Zendaya holding her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

Tom lifted her thighs before slowly bringing himself down. His member glided between her folds feeling how wet she was. You'd done that, you'd prepared her so well.

Zendaya gulped looking at Tom's dick as he pulled away, he held it in his hand and you watched carefully too. He brought it down to her pussy again, this time slipping into her. Zendaya almost screamed as she felt her pussy stretch around him. She'd never imagine he was this gifted and now she could understand why you'd been so loud. He moved painfully slow, his eyes on you the whole time. Zendaya had closed her eyes again; the feeling of Tom's dick sliding into her was too intense. Especially considering the previous events aka your tongue on her pussy. She was already wound tightly and she didn't know how long she'd last.

Tom started speeding his movements. He slid into her more easily and his thrusts became rougher. Eventually her legs were above his shoulders and he was hitting her sweet spot at a new angle. An angle that was causing her breasts to move quickly and her moans to grow louder. You kissed her through it all, letting her moans vibrate in your mouth. She held your hand now, another gripping the sheets.

She couldn't keep track of how long this had been going on for, but she was surprised she'd held on for so long. She was seeing stars and at any moment she would be ready to snap.

"I'm gonna cum," she moaned arching her back, you went up to kiss Tom for a brief moment wondering if he was going to cum too. He nodded his head and you came back to her.

"You can cum baby," you whispered and the sound of your voice alone was enough. She unraveled, body shaking profusely as Tom slowed his hips. He hadn't reached his climax yet. He wanted to unload in you and you knew that.

You climbed over Zendaya, your breasts pressed together, ass in the air for Tom. He removed the condom and slid into your pussy. He groaned as a hand came down on your ass and you backed into him feeling him fill you up.

"Oh fuck," you moaned and Zendaya grabbed your face locking lips. Tom fucked you quickly, ass bouncing every time your bodies made contact. Your body pressed against Zendaya as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders pulling you closer, kissing you sloppier. Your hand reached down between her legs, she was soaked and she shivered when you ran a finger between her folds.

It wasn't long before you were reaching your own high, Tom following close behind. His movements, again, growing slower. You felt his warm release; your body relaxed under his, falling on Z.

The sounds of your breathing filled the room as the three of you came down from your highs.

"That was..." Tom started.

"incredible," you finished.

"So worth it," Zendaya added.

[literary-motif]

EXTREME DONTIS FLUFFFFFFFF I BEG IM STARVED PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Check Mate

Dontis x Reader

“Check,” Dontis said, moving his black queen to take one of your rooks. 

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him in disbelief. 

The last thing you had expected when Dontis had invited you over to play a game was him presenting you with a chess board, picking up two pawns, and hiding them behind his back to determine which color you would be playing. 

Still, you could never refuse a relaxing game of chess. There was no clock to tick down, which allowed both of you to get lost in your head for as long as you needed to consider your next move. 

Dontis had just spent over ten minutes coming up with that one, offering up his queen to you on a silver platter. There she stood, lonely and isolated, entirely unprotected. 

You chuckled, moving your bishop to take his queen. “I suppose you got so lost in your head, you lost sight of the pieces as they are,” you said, amusement in your voice at his pout. 

“I suppose,” he said, taking a sip of his tea and sighing in annoyance at his stupid mistake. His entire strategy just went up in smoke. “I did not ask before,” Dontis said, looking up at you with warmth in his eyes and the slight upturn of his lips back in place, “would you like to eat something? A snack perhaps? I bought fruits.”

“Sure,” you said, nodding towards the chessboard, “but make your move first.”

He groaned, staring intently at the disarray his pieces were in. You were decidedly more organized, and your pieces were well-secured. There was also the glaringly obvious advantage of your queen standing discreetly behind a wall of pawns while his lay beaten by the side of the board. 

Clicking his tongue, he rested his head on his hands, thinking about different chains of events, trying to tip the odds back in his favor. 

“Sometimes the best answers are the ones right in front of us,” you said cryptically, giving him a smile.

Dontis gazed back with a frown. “I saw your little trap. I am not taking your knight, hunter.”

“Fine,” you muttered, taking a sip of your tea and turning your head to watch the trees gently sway in the wind. 

“I planted them myself,” he muttered, hesitating before touching one of his pawns.

 If he moved it there, what would you do? What game were you playing? He did not want to give you an opening, but he feared it would only be a matter of time until you tightened the knot around the king’s neck and pinned him in place.

You continued gazing at the sturdy trees outside. They were massive, bigger than Dontis’ house, and absolutely breathtaking, especially now during summer, when their leaves were freshly green and appeared to shine in the sunlight. 

“Sometimes I forget how old you are,” you said, watching Dontis move his rook. “Seriously?” You chuckled, stifling your laugh. “No need to get the fruit, I’ll beat you in two.”

“Two?” Dontis asked bewildered, searching the chessboard. “Impossible. You’re lying.”

“Come now,” you feigned hurt, “when have I ever lied to you? Watch” — you moved your rook, taking Dontis’ knight to do the obvious move and beat your now unprotected bishop, then took your queen out of her hiding place and moved her directly in front of his king — “Check Mate.”

He blinked, processing your moves before he sighed, accepting defeat and offering you his hand. “Well played, hunter,” he said.

“You were not so bad yourself,” you said, ducking your head at Dontis’ scoff. “With a bit of practice, I’m sure you can improve greatly.”

“Good thing I have you, then.”

[iamacolor]

I loved how they made their relationship so insane from both sides. He dies for her time and time again, she travels through time and space without regard for herself or her safety time and time again. He waits for her and loves her 15 years, she erases herself from his life and loves him for 15 years, he writes all his songs about her, she writes a movie about him, the song which was a showcase of his love to her became a showcase of her love for him. She's everything to him and he's everything to her, like you said they're each other's gifts from the sky.

that's a great point anon, absolutely zero chill on each side of this relationship! i love that although they tend to express that love differently (and i can't wait to see what they'll be like once their tragic fate isn't hovering above them anymore!!!) they both feel it so strongly and they're so devoted to each other and their happiness. they kind of remind me of reincarnation plots where no matter how long it takes fated souls will find one another again.

i love that sol's actions are the driving forces of the plot (it's very rare in a kdrama to have the female lead be the driving force and also the one continuously doing the grand romantic gesture) but that sunjae gets to still be so in love that you 100% understand why sol is risking it all for him and at the same time you also understand why sunjae stood steafast in his affection for so long even before she knew who he was because sol is that great. i love that although sunjae liked her from the start we saw sol fall for him progressively - and she needed him to like her for 15 years and to write a song about his first love so that she could listen to it and become his fan, for her to then go back to save him and falling in love with him in the process. and in this last timeline it's her being in love with him and writing a movie that makes him pay attention to her and he gets moved by her words and falls for her in the process.

they were just made to love and be loved by each other!!!

[itsawhumpsideblog]

The Safehouse, pt. 19

CW: for institutionalized slavery, mentions of abuse, treatment of people as things, broken bones and treatment of same, but this is mostly fluff

Advice from the Box Boy Liberation Movement:

Some days will feel like you have taken one step forward only to take a step- or even two steps- back. Celebrate the steps regardless. Rescuees will derive benefit from positive experiences, even if setbacks occur.

When it was finally time to leave the hospital, they bundled Mikey into a large coat that fit over his right hand and draped over the cast on his left side, making him look marginally less memorable. Then Mistress helped Mikey into a wheelchair and took him right out to the car. Mikey felt like the world was moving very fast; his head bobbed as his eyes fell closed and he woke again when his chin hit his chest. He could hear Mistress chuckle, but she didn't sound mean, just amused.

The nice nurse who smiled all the time- she had told them her name, Mikey was sure of it, but he couldn't remember- let him lean awkwardly on her shoulder while Mistress got the door open and then they set him down in the seat. His knees were a little cramped, but it wasn't too bad. They put a pillow on his lap and the nice nurse lifted his right arm very gently and placed it on the pillow, just so, to cushion it for the ride home. Then Mistress put the belt around him, (the belt that wasn't restrictive at all, Mikey reminded himself) and said something to the nurse before she got in and started the car.

As they left the parking lot, Mikey put his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. Everything felt heavy and strange and he was still so tired. Surely, Mistress wouldn't mind if he just closed his eyes for a little while.

When Angie pulled into the driveway, she didn't even have time to send the text before Tim hurried out of the house.

"How's he doing?" he asked as soon as she opened the door.

"Better, I think," she replied. "It's a little hard to tell with him and he's sort of still waking up. He slept the whole way home."

"I'm not surprised." Tim opened the door and leaned down to peer in at Mikey, who was still asleep. What he saw made him smile; Mikey's face looked calmer than Tim had ever seen it and he was breathing softly and rhythmically, without pain or nightmares. For a moment, Tim stood quietly by the car, letting the peaceful moment stretch out.

But they couldn't stay there all day, no matter how content Mikey looked, and at last Tim leaned back down, reached in, and rubbed Mikey's head to wake him as gently as possible. "Welcome home," he said. "Ready to come in the house?"

Mikey blinked several times and started to raise his right hand as if to rub his eyes. Then he stopped, stared for a long moment at the heavy bandages on his hand, and looked around him in bewilderment.

"Everything's okay," Tim assured him. "Let's get you inside and comfy on the couch, okay? Francis and Nathan are excited to see you."

That got a loopy smile from Mikey and Tim reached over to remove his seat belt, drawing it carefully over his right arm before they helped him stand.

About halfway to the front door, Tim realized that he was holding his breath and had to remind himself that Angie was right there, too, and equally ready to catch Mikey if his knees gave out on him. Luckily, he seemed steady enough, though he moved slowly, in a dazed sort of way.

Mikey took the steps into the house very cautiously, but shed his slide-on shoes without wobbling too much before he turned almost automatically towards the family room. His legs were still holding him well enough and Tim and Angie followed behind with less anxiety, now that they were indoors with plenty of safe places for Mikey to sit down suddenly, if he needed to.

Francis and Nathan were looking up expectantly and Tim saw the expressions of immense relief dawn on their faces when Mikey at last came through the door.

"Hey, buddy," Nathan said, and Mikey threw him a lopsided smile.

"Welcome home," Francis added, sounding almost shy.

Mikey smiled at him, too, and made his way over to his usual corner, where his pillow still sat. He stood over it a moment and began to bend his knees, then frowned and straightened up. He tried again and then looked around the room, slightly bewildered, then back down at his pillow.

"Why don't you sit on the couch, man?" Nathan suggested.

"I think that's a good idea," Angie agreed. "Kneeling's going to be a little bit of a challenge, I think. Take the spot next to Nathan."

"Yeah," Nathan added. "Come join me." He patted the seat, but Mikey only eyed it with deep misgivings and looked back and forth from the couch to Angie and Tim.

"Really," Tim added. "It's okay to sit on the furniture. We- we want you to."

Mikey heard the words as if they had come in much stronger language. Such suggestions, in his experience, were more like commands and never really optional. Despite how comfortable he felt with Tim and Angie, the part of him that was well-trained moved almost automatically.

Carefully, Mikey lowered himself to perch on the edge of the couch. He looked around the room, eyes darting from side to side, instinctively waiting for the slap that would move him off of a seat meant only for people. He knew that Francis and Nathan were Pets too, and they were allowed on the couch, but they were indoor Pets and he was an outdoor Pet. There was a difference.

Still. Master and Mistress had given him an instruction and he would follow it. And if he was honest- Mikey felt a little thrill just admitting it to himself- the couch was soft and comfortable and it was nice to be up so high. A little like his bed.

A few moments passed in silence and then Mikey slowly realized that the others were watching him. Francis looked very concerned and Mikey tried again to smile for him; Francis had been very sick and shouldn't tire himself out by worrying so much.

"You said everything went well?" Nathan was talking to Mistress in that bold way he had.

"Yes, definitely," Mistress agreed. She never seemed to mind how Nathan spoke to her and- Mikey knew that was because she said she was not really their mistress, but then what was she? She was patient and kind, whatever she was. That was the important thing. He shook his head slightly- his mind kept wandering off like that. Mistress was still talking.

"...basically reconstructed his hands," she was saying, "and fixed a few breaks on his left arm and then reduced the dislocation in his left shoulder. But she says once he starts healing, he won't be in nearly as much pain and he should get movement back in both arms."

"That's so good to hear," Nathan said.

"He'll be able to sign," Francis added softly. Mikey's eyes widened; he had not considered this. The relief of his pain was enough, but to be able to communicate normally again- it made his chest feel funny, but in a good way. It made him want to smile, and he did.

"Yeah, that'll be awesome," Nathan agreed. He added, to Mikey, "And we'll all learn, too, so we can keep up with you. As soon as you heal up, huh?"

Mikey nodded and then yawned- he couldn't stop himself.

"Do you want to go to bed, or stay here with us for a while?" Master asked. Mikey knew that a direct question required an answer, but he didn't know how. He wasn't supposed to want the couch, but they seemed happy to have him home and maybe they wanted to spend time with him. He must have looked conflicted, because Master's face went soft and kind and he stepped in.

"How about we keep you with us for a while, but then you can have an early bedtime?" Mikey nodded and Master nodded back, which probably meant that he had picked the correct option. "Let me help you get your coat off, okay?" Mikey nodded again and Master slid his hands into the sleeve and maneuvered it carefully around the bandages.

As the coat was lifted away, Mikey suddenly felt very exposed. He could see himself more clearly than he had been able to when he was lying in bed and he was more awake now, too. Looking down at himself, he felt very aware of the blue cast that stretched from his shoulder to his fingertips, and he could see the band around his chest that was helping to hold his shoulder still.

"Geez, Mike," Nathan said sympathetically. "Is that uncomfortable?"

Mikey tried to shrug, but couldn't manage it very well. Besides, he wasn't entirely sure. It felt... heavy, mostly, but he had no way to say that.

"Why don't you lay back on the couch, like Nathan is doing?" Master suggested- another almost-order. "Then you can fall asleep if you need to." Mikey nodded and Master helped him lean back so that his cast fit neatly onto the arm of the couch. Then Master pulled a lever to lift the footrest and, last of all, put a blanket over Mikey's lap. It was warm and soft and Mikey smiled and let his eyes drift shut.

In the kitchen, Angie pulled out the packet of paperwork and the bottle of painkillers she had been given.

"Do you want to read this before I file it?" she asked Tim, who had come in to do exactly that.

"Sure." He flipped through the papers and then picked up the bottle of medicine to read the label. He looked from the bottle to the papers and back again and then frowned. "Where's the rest of it?" he asked.

"What do you mean, the rest of it?"

"There's not as much of this as there should be," Tim said. "Like half of what he needs, probably. Did they say anything about that?"

Angie shook her head. "That's everything they gave me. It matches the paperwork- I checked."

Tim frowned again and kept reading, then sighed. "There's a note," he told her. "For the Network. This was all they could get and they said if we want more, they'll have to find some else to get it for us."

"Shit."

"Yeah," Tim agreed. "Poor Mikey. This is going to be rough."

Next Time: The Safehouse residents experience some difficulty in their recovery journeys.

Master List

Notes: Finally got it done! I swear, the other two will get more plot at some point.

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[shivblogger]

It’s been one year since the end of my dear, dear world of a tv show, and I wanted to try and reflect a little bit on why I love it so much. I’m sure all of this has been said before but I love my little tv show and I love discussing it with all of you and I will be talking about it until I die! 

I’ve turned succession over in my mind so much that I don’t even know where to begin. There is so much being discussed at once. Corporate greed, American politics, extreme wealth and its consequences, generational trauma, familial inheritance, the death of old media. How power and status become all that matter when money is something that never even passes through your mind. How tying your personal identity to capitalist structures so closely makes your humanity become a weakness, a roadblock to be trampled over as thoroughly as possible on your way up. 

Of course, the siblings are the true heart of the show. The weight of Waystar being put on Kendall’s shoulders at age seven, only to be shrugged off by Logan in adulthood. Roman, forever the weaker dog, playing the fool to avoid fighting for something he didn’t want. Shiv’s stubborn insistence that she can be seen on the same level as her brothers despite endless evidence to the contrary. The icy, wealth insulated bubble they were raised in; never having to live as real people, but only knowing abuse, isolation, and mistreatment from their family. Their complete disregard for how their own power and wealth affects people, and their endless ability to fail with no repercussions. Clawing to their goals with everything at their disposal and nothing to lose, but still losing anyway. Learning from childhood that loving their siblings means tearing them apart and spending the rest of their lives fighting that endless uphill battle because it’s all they’ve ever known. 

Does it even matter that the love is there, when all that love means to you is knowing what soft spots will hurt the most when you hit them as hard as you can?

And the worst part is, they’re fighting for nothing, they’re bearing their teeth while everyone else laughs on the sidelines because they’re a complete fucking joke. They’re unqualified children fighting for the throne of a dying empire that can only be won by gaining approval of a man who despises them for the upbringing that he brought upon them.

There are very few pieces of media that are able to depict tragedy in the true sense of greek or shakespearean classics. Where the events and actions are framed in such a calculated, gutting, beautiful way. It physically pains me seeing Succession framed as “the business show” when the humanity and tragedy of the roy siblings is written and developed so thoroughly well that I know I’ll never be able to find something comparable to it again. The characters are so fully formed that you can see their mistakes and losses coming from a mile away. Every decision made is informed by countless layers of development and backstory. Every line of dialogue matters and even seemingly throwaway lines make you reinterpret characters’ actions from episodes or seasons ago. “Dad’s view was, yours aren’t real.” One line in the last ten minutes of the series finale, completely reframing kendall as a character.

I could go on about the writing, directing, production and costume design, cinematography, blocking, the choice to shoot on film, the absolutely perfect casting… but this has already reached an insufferable length, so, another time.

There’s lots of speculation on what happened post finale, if they could ever come back from that board room. I don’t think there’s any way through life for the siblings other than hand in unlovable hand. What’s crawling back to each other one more time, after all of the hurt and betrayal that you’ve already let pass? “He never saw anything he loved that he didn't want to kick, just to see if it would still come back.” It’s the only love they have. It’s all they’ve ever known. 

[rocknroll7575]

Guardian ghost

Jaune team meeting the other teams of beacon and we get ships make.

(don't know which ships to do since the only other teams/characters that matter in Beacon are CFVY & Nolan, so I'll just do ARCZ meeting CFVY with some slight shipping comedy)

~~~~~~~~~~

Team ARCZ was eating lunch when suddenly four other people approached them with their own trays of food and sat across from them.

The entire team was confused as to who these four were as they hadn't seen them before and didn't appear to be 1st-year students like them.

"Um... can we help you?" May asked.

The girl with sunglasses smiled, "Nah, but we could help you," She said. "Names Coco, and these are my teammates Velvet, Yatsuhashi, and Fox, were team CFVY,"

Hearing the team name, Cardin nearly spat up his drink, but managed to swallow and look in shock, "Hang on! The team CFVY!?" He asked.

Coco nodded, "The one and only~!" She said in a sing-song way.

Jaune was confused, "Who?" he asked.

Cardin looked to his leader with a bewildered expression, "You never heard of CFVY!? They were the ones who fought right next to Ruby Rose during the Mistral Massacre event!"

Hearing this, the rest of ARCZ were in disbelief that they were meeting people who fought alongside the Ruby Rose!

"Whoa! You guys fought next to Ruby Rose!?" Reese asked.

Velvet nodded, "Yep, matter of fact, we're her friends," She said.

Fox nodded, "Yep," he replied, "Red had a hard time adjusting to being the one and only student without a team in beacon history, so we decided to get to know her and help her with whatever she needed," Fox said.

"So cool!" May said.

Jaune would admit it was amazing that people who were friends with an upcoming hero like Ruby were sitting with them, which begged the question... why were they sitting with them?

Jaune looked at Coco, "If you don't mind me asking, why are you sitting with us?" He asked. "Shouldn't you be sitting with PAYS? Ruby's little sister is on that team,"

Coco chuckled, "And listen to her and Schnee boast about how amazing they are? Not a chance," She replied. "That team may be full of talented people, but they don't have as much resolve as you four," She said.

ARCZ looked at her with many raised brows, wondering what exactly she meant.

Seeing their expression, Yatsuhashi didn't even need his Semblance to read their minds as he chuckled. "We learned last year that if you really wanna survive this line of work, you gotta have a few screws loose, which all four of you do, but PAYS... they don't, we saw the fights between your teams," He told them.

Velvet nodded, "He's right," She said. "When it came down to it, You all pushed yourselves, meanwhile, PAYS was just seeing it as another test,"

Coco nodded, "Righto, bun-bun!" Coco said with a smile, "Speaking of which... who's with who? Or ya'll banging?"

Jaune, May, and Reese blushed, "We're not doing anything like that!" They cried.

"I'm taken," Cardin said.

Hearing that, AR_Z looked over to the brunette boy with a shocked look.

Cardin looked back at them with a raised brow, "What?" he asked.

"You... have a girlfriend?" Reese asked.

"I'm surprised," Jaune said.

May nodded in agreement, "Same,"

Cardin glared at them, "Why are you guys so shocked!?" He cried.

Coco shrugged, "Shame, but I'm more interested in the little desert mouse over there~" Coco said, turning to May.

May blushed with a shocked look, "M-M-Me!?" She cried.

Velvet sighed, "Stop," She grumbled.

Yatsuhashi shook his head, "Don't mind her, she's just teasing," He replied.

"Or am I~?" Coco asked.

Jaune just watched the interaction before getting a mental slap in his mind, which hurt but he knew why he received it. 'Thanks Oz,' He told himself.

"No problem" Ozma replied.

[boojangs]

How she looks at her when she isn't looking:

How she looks at her:

How she looks at her when she isn't looking:

How she looks at her:

Building Trust:

Coming Home:

[youareinacomawakeup]

Do you ever just Wonder why a ship isn’t more popular?

Because like.

You’d never know which is the deity and which is the mortal from the way Gentiana worships Luna.

[syrips]

tw: child abuse implication but wholesome story

me: how would strahd's beloveds not notice him watching them so much. isnt it like super obvious?

also me in highschool: -befriends a 'transfer student' classmate who is assigned to the literal desk beside me, switching out the current student who occupied the desk- -'transfer student' looks like theyre in their 20s-30s but i shrug it off- -they never turn in any homework or take any notes and the teacher doesnt mind- -they very gently ask me specific questions about my family and looking at my body language and passiveness- -they only seem to take notes several minutes after i answer a question- -they give me a genuine, bittersweet smile days before they randomly 'transfer out'-

me 15+ yrs later: WAIT A MINUTE-

[lovifie]

Simon “I Will Never Be A Father” Riley, and how he ended up with a football team worth of kids.

CW: Like 2k words of fluffy Simon, and then 1k words of filth, massive breeding kink, creampie, disgusting sext talk mess. Enjoy! 🩷

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It's not his fault, it's yours. 

He met you really early in both of your careers, before either of you had really any important ranks, nor years of experience. 

But a mission together to recollect some intel was enough for the two of you to learn each other's names. 

It was back when rage still blinded more of Simon's senses, the loss of her family still recent. But you didn't know, obviously, and he wouldn't tell you. 

During that mission, he would constantly snap at you, unnecessary remarks and barks at you whenever you would ask something. 

Not that you would back down because of the overgrown chihuahua, usually just shouting back and ignoring him. Letting him to simmer in his guilty feelings.

But the time together helped to learn what buttons to press and when to act as if you hadn’t seen something, and by the time you made it back to base, to your different units; you said goodbye shaking hands and saying: “Nice to meet you, Riley. Don't die.”

He didn't say it back, but he felt it more. 

Years went by before he saw you again, and after a while, he simply assumed you did in fact, die. 

He was higher in his career, already being respected by most and always addressed as Ghost. The rage of his past was already on a secondary level. 

More mature, more knowledgeable, more experienced. 

But for some reason, he couldn't forget you. He had come across so many different people who would back down just for him looking at them, yet when he screamed at you, you didn't let him win. 

He missed you. 

He would never admit it, but he missed the girl he met on that mission those years back. Maybe if he had said it back you would be alive. 

Maybe.

“Riley?!” An unmistakable voice asks, radiant with happiness from his back. 

He turns around, eyes wide open looking for the source, for the girl he met so long ago, for the girl he thought had died. 

But he sees you.

The woman, on the same rank as his, grown, more mature, more knowledgeable and more experienced. 

Scars and wounds adorning your body just like his. 

“What is that mask, Riley?” You ask, smiling widely. “You turned emo?!”

You laugh loudly as you finally walk up to him, an awkward position of not knowing how to say hi after so long apart. 

“Aye, didn't want people falling in love with me like you did.” He says, completely baffling but still hoping it was true. 

“Argh.” You say, rolling your eyes as you slap his arm. “Well, excuse me, lover boy. Didn't know you have spent all this time fighting the ladies.”

There hasn't been any ladies. Not after you. He realises it in that moment.

“It's the uniform.” He explains, a stupid smug smirk under the mask. “And you? What have you been up to?”

“The usual, learned German, I knit now, killed a couple of hundred terrorists, and got my flying licence!” You enunciate, slightly jumping with the last. 

He doesnt realizes that the mask is not covering his eyes, and that no matter how cold and stoic he tries to act; you can see clearly as day the affection and happiness from seeing you again. 

This time, when you say goodbye, you keep each other numbers. A way to stay in contact, to check once a month if you are still alive. 

But again, time goes by before meeting in person again. 

And when it happens, Ghost is already on the 141; and it's not him the one that sees you first. 

“We are having a surprise guest on the next operation.” Price says one morning while they are having breakfast. “She’s from another base, but has an amazing resume. She's a lieutenant too. And with an ugly character, like you” He says, pointing at Ghost.

And he knows it's you. 

It gotta be. 

And a couple of days later, when you enter the mess hall; walking behind him and slapping the back of his head, he is elated.

“I knew I was smelling trash.” You say, looking down on him. Barely a bit taller than him when he is seated. 

He turns his body, resting his arm around your hips. “How long are going to be following me for, ya rat?”

“Hmm, not my fault you can't do your fucking job, useless bitch.” You say with a smile on your face as you rest your arm over his shoulders. 

“Well, somebody gotta take out the trash, you cunt.” He says, a smug smile on his face. 

“Aww, are you telling me to take you out, lover boy?” You say, resting your hand on your chest. That makes him bark a laugh, patting your side after, before saying. “I'm glad to see you are still in one piece, idiot.”

“The feeling is mutual, dickhead.” 

And that was the first time that Simon’s hand was resting on your hips, but definitely not the last. 

The first mission together with the 141 was an absolute shit show, everything that could have gone wrong… went wrong. And if it wasn't because of your stubbornness, it would have been Simon’s last mission.

Being trapped under debris, unable to get out of the burning building. Everyone was already out, only him inside, talking on the radio to tell the team to leave him behind. 

Except you, who managed to slip through Price's orders and run into the obvious death trap. Able to take the debris keeping Simon trapped with his help, both of you using the extra strength that only comes out in emergencies. Unknowingly, both of you going to the extreme of your resistance to make sure the other didn't die inside the building. 

And when he was in the hospital bed, days later, and you came to visit him, and you leaned forward and kissed him. It was the first kiss, but not the last one. 

The two of you, already adults perfectly functional, able to instruct armies, take down terrorist organisations, and yet… it was not until 8 months after the first kiss that one of you managed to ask the other out.

“The team were going out for drinks tonight, but they bailed… do you want to go still? The two of us?”

To this day, Simon still believes it was his doing that the two of you went alone to the pub, and you still have not had the heart to tell him it was you the one who asked Price, Soap and Gaz to tell him they couldn't go.

And once the door was opened, everything went smoothly and easily. Not bothering to call the relationship in any way, as if the two of you haven't been exclusive to the other from the first moment you met. 

Still, even more time went on before something more than kisses went down. Until the two of you went on separate missions, months spent apart from each other, only to reach base again at the same time. 

And as if you had planned, you walked to each other room. Meeting exactly in the middle and jumping into each other arms. 

Not that anyone else on the team had doubts about what went on between the two of you, but still was a surprising view. And you pulled Simon by his hand inside of his room, every doubt crumb was erased. 

And once it started, everything else went in a blur. By the time you took notice, the two of you were already married for a couple of years, the honeymoon phase was still strong, and expecting your first child. 

And Simon, who had always promised he would never have kids, now was obsessed with your pregnant self. During the pregnancy, he couldn't keep his hands away from your body.

Constantly feeling you up, every inch of skin, from your hips, to your breast, to your tummy. Completely obsessed and enamoured with your body, changing and adjusting to bear his child. His big-ass child. That had you wabling from the second trimester. 

He missed the birth, away on a mission when you were in your seventh month. Promising the mission would last a week, but he didn't take a step into your house until three months later. He didn't look Price at his face for weeks after the due date passed. 

The worst part was that there was no communication with you, complete radio silence. Again, like so many years ago; you could be dead and he wouldn't know. 

And when the plane landed, he took the quickest shower of his life. Because the worst case scenario was coming home to an empty house, but the worst second was holding his child for the first time with the blood of his enemies still on his hands. He wouldn't taint such an innocent thing. 

The door almost fell from the hinges when he entered, eyes looking through the house. Breathing only because he could see light from the bedroom, and then you walked out of the room. 

Looking at him with tears on your eyes as you run to him, jumping on his arms and getting crushed by his hug. Muttering apologies as he kissed your head, he still has not forgiven himself for failing you that day. 

You shake your head, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bedroom. He freezes on his spot, as if he just remembered that he had a child; your abdomen way flatter than when he left. 

“C’mon, Si… Do you not want to meet your son?” 

A son.

He had a son. 

He followed you into the room, unable to say a word as he saw the tiny human sleeping in the middle of the bed. 

He walked behind you, waiting for instructions, his brain struggling to work normally. You tell him to sit down, picking the baby to lay him on his arms. The father finally holding his son for the first time.

And when the baby exhaled a satisfied sigh at the warmth pooling from Simon’s body, the first tear rolled down his cheek.

He didn't sleep that night, it didn't matter that he had barely been able to sleep the weeks before, he couldn't pull his eyes away from the baby. So that night, he stayed seated, with the baby on his arms and with you sleeping by his side.

The happiest night of his life. 

He finally took his parental leave, almost smashing the phone against the wall when Price called him; even though it was to congratulate him. 

And Simon, who always had believed he would never have kids, now had one. And that might have been the first child he had, but it was definitely not the last one. 

Because a couple of weeks later, when the two of you went to base; to introduce the baby to his teammates, Simon couldn't stop thinking about how good you looked with his child strapped to your body. 

His little head resting over your full breasts, sleeping and perfectly unaware of every problem in the world. But Simon couldn't stop looking at your chest, body changed to bear and care for his child; it was only fair he paid back. 

So when Gaz asked if he could hold the baby, it was Simon who helped you take the baby out of the little koala backpack; letting him hold it. 

And with a weak excuse, took you to his bedroom. Barely managing to close the door before bending you over his desk, pulling your pants down and stuffing your cunt with his thick fingers. Giving you barely any prep before the strain on his hardening shaft was too much for him to keep it away from your soaked cunt. Groaning in your ear as he thrusts fast and hard into your sweet pussy, rubbing your clit with his fingertip making you cling into the desk. 

“Such a good fucking mama you are.” He moans into your ear. “Driving me fucking crazy every time I look at you, so fucking beautiful, so fucking breathtaking, darling.”

Half of what he says doesn't make sense and the other half you can't even hear from over the sounds of the moans. 

“Gonna fuck you full of my child again, gonna keep you barefoot and pregnant, mama.” He moans again, kissing your neck from behind as his free hand keeps roaming your body, needing to feel more and more of you. “Looking like a bloody goddess with my child, gonna keep fucking you until it fucking catches, and then again, and again, and again… Do you want that, mama? Do you want it as much as me?”

“Fuck, yes!” You moan back, just as fuck out as him. The unforgiving pace pushing the breath out of your lungs, your legs barely able to hold your weight but it's not like Simon would let you fall. 

More and more words and promises keep falling from Simon's mouth, making it hard for your orgasm to take any longer to wash over you. 

But then Simon turns you around, laying you on your back and pulling your legs up, your knees beside your head; before he starts to thrust into you again, his happy trail rubbing against your clit. 

“Gonna make it catch, gonna fuck you so deep it is not even going to spill. Gonna get you fucking pregnant again, and this time I'm not gonna go away for a fucking second. Gotta give the little shit a sibling, ah?”

The stretch of your legs being pulled so back into your head making it almost uncomfortable if you were able to think at the moment. Your hands grabbing into his forearms to steady yourself. 

“The best fucking mama in the world you are, ah? Taking such good care of him.” He groans, engulfing your boob with his enormous hand. “Getting these tits fucking massive just for him, fucking little shit don't know how lucky he is to get such a good fucking moma.”

And you are ashamed to admit it, but the disgusting praises are enough to throw you over the edge; your head falling back against the desk with a loud cry of his name. 

“Fucking hell, darling.” He groans just like you. “That's it, choke my fucking cock, love. Milk it dry, suck it in. Fuck! Such a fucking perfect cunt, I would fucking live here. Sucking me in so good, such a greedy fucking cunt. I'm gonna fuck you so deep, I'm gonna give you twins, darling.”

And he doesn't give you time to breathe, his hips slapping hard against yours making you mewl at the overstimulation. Clenching down at the prolonged orgasm. 

You hear him groan over your exhausted body. “Fuuuck… Shit, love. Yeah… just like that, take it in, love, take it in. Hold it in, don't let it go to waste love.”

You fill him spill deep inside of you, pulling your legs impossibly higher lifting your butt off the desk, bending you in half with your cunt completely exposed. 

“Such a beautiful fucking cunt.” He says before leaning down, kissing your clit as if he was pecking your lips, only for him to literally make out with your cunt. Making you hiss and pull his hair back to make him stop and be able to breathe for a second. 

He pulls his head back, only to accumulate the saliva and arousal on his mouth and spit it back over your cunt making you shudder. He lowers your legs, impaling you back on his still hard shaft, pulling the breath from your lungs once more. 

“There you go, mama. Stuffed and plugged, so there is no risk.” He says, letting your legs rest down as he moves his hands to each side of your hips, pushing you impossibly closer to him, hitting as deep as he has ever reached. Slightly moving you up and down so your clit rubs against his pelvic bone, making you whine as you clench around him.

“Simon… Si, I need to fucking breathe.” You whine, trying to grab his hand.

“Nah, you got this…” He says without looking at your face, completely hypnotised by the way your folds part to take his cock in. “You are doing amazing, sweetheart.” 

Is only hours later, that Simon comes out of his room. Clothes changed, showered and without you (who is currently sleeping on his bed, too exhausted to even stay awake), and he walks up to the mess hall, where he assumed the boys are. 

Picking his beloved son from his captain's hands. “There you are, my boy.” He says softly, picking up the baby that looks ridiculously small in his arms. “Time for bed.” 

“Oi, LT!” Soap calls him. “So when is his sibling being born?”

He looks at Soap, his expression changing to a stern one. “Don't be disgusting, Johnny. That's my family you are talking about, have some decency”.

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