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fawnindawn · 3 days

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for a moment, can i hold you? (luke castellan x fem! apollo reader)

series masterlist - everything in between (every part can be read as a stand-alone!)

summary: After your return from your failed quest, Luke is intense in his attention, anything but his usual self as he looks after you and your healing injuries, and you come to realise your absence has changed him drastically.

content: luke is overprotective and clingy, caretaker luke, soft luke, pining, luke is worried and needs your reassurance, kronos tries to manipulate luke, fluff, kissing, luke is devoted to you

a/n: this chapter was redone so many times but at long last. the delicate sprinkle of kronos slowly pulling the strings in luke's mind because he can't bare to lose the only person he can't live without was an enjoyable process to write.

pairing: luke castellan x fem! apollo reader

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His hands traced over the outline of the scars on your back, unbeknownst to you as you laid asleep beside him, wrapped in his blanket from your hips downward. Your face was serene, and he felt his heartbeat calm down watching you breath in and out, painless and at peace.

Kronos was growing more invasive every night, something Luke had not expected now that you had returned to camp alive. If anything, your presence had heightened this need in him to protect you and not let you out of his sight, his mind still taunting him endlessly with dark images of your limp body in his arms, your pulse barely beating under his fingers.

Regardless of how much you tried to convince him it wasn't his fault that he wasn't there to stop these scars from happening, that he wasn't there to save you and you had to make the journey back to camp all on your own, he didn't believe it. That he couldn't have done more to protect you.

The titan that crept in his nightmares fed on his fears eagerly, and he would fall asleep to dreams so tangible, vivid recreations of your lifeless face, always being just out of reach of saving you before something gets to you first. He would wake covered in cold sweat and shattered pieces of his heart as his hands immediately goes to find you, heaving a shaky breath at the sight of you still asleep beside him. He pulled you close to his chest, crying silent tears as he repeated to himself that you were safe. Alive and warm. Beating life in your pulse as his fingers wrap around your wrist.

'I can help you save the girl.' The titan had crooned before, watching over Luke in his dreams as he cradled your lifeless body with indescribable mourning, choking on his sobs as he muttered your name, broken and haunted. 'There will be a new world that shall dawn on us, and no half-blood shall face the consequences of their mortality, and you will never have to see her suffer again.'

Luke watched you now, admiring your features as his hands wrapped around your waist, slowly pulling you closer in an effort to not wake you. Pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, he felt his heart thump at the soft crinkle of your nose at his touch but your eyes remained closed, unaware of the adoration that was bestowed on you.

"I'm going to keep you safe." He promised softly, because failing once had already costed him nearly everything and he wasn't going to let anything happen to you again. Even if it meant betraying everything he knew, to know you would live in a world without having to worry about death constantly at your doorstep was worth everything he was going to sacrifice.

You stirred then, and his heart rate quickened watching you blink open your eyes, struggling in your effort not to fall back asleep again. You yawned softly, and your eyes met his in momentary confusion that one always faced when just waking up, before they crinkled at the corners as you smiled at him in recognition.

"Hi there." You muttered, and he swore he never loved you more, just watching you exist in the small corner of his cabin he had snuck you into, only because he couldn't bare to sleep without you after you returned half-dead.

If any of his siblings suspected the soft footsteps way past curfew, avoiding stepping on others as the two shuffled their way to his mattress in the dim moonlight, none commented on it in the day where there would be the mysterious tousled sheets and an empty dip beside Luke, even if everyone knows he never uses a blanket.

Luke found it impossible to sleep without you. If he couldn't feel your heartbeat near his, his mind would overthink and before he knew it, a panic attack would be on the edge of his mental state, only soothed once he had you in his sights again, alive and breathing.

"Go back to sleep, sunshine." He replied, eyes on you as you shuffled around so you could be closer to him, resting on his shoulder and allowing him to inhale the vanilla body shampoo you liked to use.

"No, I want to stay awake with you." You mumbled, clinging onto his waist with one hand. "Why are you still up?"

He hesitated, unsure of whether to reveal to you about his recent dreams, or of his deal with Kronos. He didn't want to stress you on his dilemmas when you were still on the brink of recovery, even if his heart demanded him to tell the truth. He never hid anything from you, and it went against everything in him to do so.

"I've been having nightmares." He spoke, a half-truth he had settled for.

You looked up at him then, concern visible through your half-lidded gaze. "Again? What was it about?"

You. He wanted to say, but he didn't want you to feel guilt over something you had no control over. If your father had not sent you on a useless quest that put you in such high risks of being exposed to creatures out to kill half-bloods, you wouldn't have been in such a life-threatening situation.

He tried to quiet down the anger that threatened to arise, focusing on you instead as his hand went to push a strand of your behind your ear, eyes laser-focused on you. "Don't worry, sunshine. It's nothing I can't get over by the morning."

Lies. He believed you could sense it too with the way you frowned at his response. Your fierce eyes met his own hesitant gaze, and it was like you could see right through him. Then again, you always could.

"It was about me, wasn't it?" You asked, hitting right on the spot of his worries.

He remained silent, and upon realising you were waiting for his confirmation, he sighed. "Sometimes I wish you wouldn't know me so well."

"Then I wouldn't be your other half, would I?" You responded with a solemn smile. "What happened?"

His mind flashed back to the gory images of his self-made torture in subconscious. "I never get to save you." He started explaining. "I'd always be too late, or I wouldn't be able to find you but I would hear your voice screaming for me. I'd go crazy trying to get to you but every time I finally reach you, it's too-"

He cut himself off, feeling the corner of his eyes burning as he tried to swallow past the uncomfortable feeling in his throat. He blinked back his tears, and he tried to avoid your gaze. "I'm afraid it'll come true." He muttered. "That something will happen to you again and despite everything I try to do, it won't be enough."

"Luke." You tried, but he was already in another world, distant eyes so tortured and guilty you feared he was drowning in his own self-doubt. You pushed yourself up, out of his hold and grabbed ahold of his face, forcing him to face you instead. "I'm not going anywhere."

He stilled at that, but he didn't seem to quite believe it.

"I promised, remember?" You reminded him, your fingers tracing the slight raise of his scar near his cheekbone, trying to get him to come back to you. "I'll be here till we're both nothing but bones and dust, and even then, I'll follow you anywhere you go. To the next life and the next."

"How are you so sure of that?" He asked, weak against your optimism, his own heart struggling to find the belief you seemed to have that everything would turn out alright.

"You think for one second I'd leave you alone in peace?" You scoffed. "You keep thinking I'll leave when you should be worried about the opposite. I'm not dying unless you're doing it with me, co-dependency and all."

He snorted at that, but the darkness in his eyes had not fully risen, his mind still stuck on a certain promise you'd accidentally uttered a few seconds ago, and he wouldn't rest till he figured out just how far you were willing to go in your promises.

He swallowed, trying to find his words as yours repeated in his mind. His hands went to rest on your hips, holding onto you and your gaze so intensely, like he believed you would really disappear if he took his eyes off of you. "You promise you'll follow me anywhere?"

"Yes." You answered with no hesitation and he let out a sigh, akin to relief over something that seemed to have been holding a dark cloud over him the past few weeks since your return.

"You promise." He stated more than asked, begging for a promise you didn't quite understand, not knowing your words had already been etched into a dark corner of his mind that you had no hope of pulling him out from.

Your brows furrowed as you wondered why he was so insistent, but if it meant soothing his worries, you'd do anything. "I promise." You muttered, sealing your fates together till the end of time.

His eyes wandered over your face in lovesick adoration, unsure of how he was so lucky to have met you. "I love you." He declared, and before you could say it back, he leaned in to kiss you, hands slipping under your shirt to rest his cold hands on your hot skin, which always leaned on the warmer side due to your father's influence, and you felt electric shocks at the sudden contrast as he pulled you back into bed, laying you on top of him as he kissed you in fervor.

"I love you." He repeated, tracing his lips down the outline of your jaw, making you shiver in the intensity in which he made his confession.

"I love you too." You finally made out, but it was less clearer than his as you struggled to focus against the heated feeling of his mouth on your neck and his hands on the outstretch of your back, still hidden under the fabric of your shirt.

He chuckled at that, the sound making your cheeks flush at how attractive he could be when he was this intense. "Trust me, sunshine. You don't know how crazy you've made me."

Your mind spun when he went back to trace his lips over your skin before slowly making his way back up to your lips, kissing you slowly and passionately, taking his time in making you squirm for breath. You should've noticed something was unusual in the way he acted, the red flags raised over his choice of wording and in his growing intensity the moment you promised you'd follow him anywhere.

It was Luke, you could trust him with anything. With your life. With your heart. You pushed back those thoughts, and you let yourself fall lost to the feeling of his lips on yours and his curls gripped through the gaps of your fingers.

At some point, you needed air more than the feeling of his lips on yours and you broke the kiss off to breathe, pushing at his chest when he tried to lean in for another kiss with that wicked grin of his.

"That's enough for tonight, pretty boy." You panted, and despite his disappointed pout, he relented and pulled you back into his chest, falling back into the mattress and grabbed for the blanket to lay it over your body so you wouldn't feel cold.

"Goodnight then, sunshine." He whispered affectionately, a particular softness in his tone that he always held for you with that adoring nickname you slowly found less annoying the more he used it.

You settled on his chest, tracing outlines of shapes on his shirt as your mind wandered towards a future of you and Luke, together. You had never really thought too far across the borders of camp, where monsters lingered in wait to devour half-bloods like the two of you. Yet, his words spun a record in you, playing imaginary situations of the two of you in a world where gods and monsters were the least of your worries and you had a normal life instead, with him.

"Wait." You spoke, causing him to stir, looking down at you.

"Yeah?" He murmured to signal he was still awake, waiting for you, always.

"Speaking of dreams.." You continued, hesitating to cross a border neither of you had really discussed on yet. "If we get out of here one day, and hypothetically, we were to live a normal life.. outside of camp. What would yours be?"

He remained silent, and you wondered if you had stepped too far into a pitiful hope many half-bloods had given up on ages ago but Luke then rested his palm on the nape of your neck, and placed a kiss on the top of your head. "Anywhere with you. As long as I get to watch you achieve your dreams, that'd be mine."

"That's awfully cheesy of you." You teased, hoping he couldn't feel your heart racing through your ribcage.

"It's not cheesy if it's true." He bit back, before letting himself ponder on the future. He had always been so caught up in the thought of survival, he never really considered how he would live. Glancing back at you, his heart thumped to the idea of being apart of your future. If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that there was no future he could envision without you being the center of it.

"You know.. if I didn't meet you in camp, I could picture crossing paths with you in a café or something." You admitted.

"Oh really?"

"Mhm. You would be walking in with some of your cool friends after playing basketball, and you'd catch my eye." You continued. "I'd probably do something reckless, like ask for your number right off the bat because I would be scared of losing the chance of getting to know you."

"I'd give it to you in a heartbeat." Luke answered, smiling at the thought of you approaching him so boldly.

"Then, we'd go on a first date around the city, and you'd show me your spots while I'll show you mine. We'd probably spend hours outside because neither of us wanted to leave."

Luke waited for you to continue, but you yawned halfway through your words and he huffed in amusement. "Go to sleep, sunshine. Your dreams won't run away anytime soon, I'll make sure of it."

You nodded, muttering a goodnight before closing your eyes, following the beat of the heart that belonged to a boy who owned yours, listening to the constant rhythm of life before slowly succumbing to sleep.

Luke traced over the outline of your spine, and his mind ticked over the possibilities of the future. He wasn't wrong, he was going to make sure your dreams would come true. Whatever you wanted, he would help you achieve it.

He could see it, the two of you going on dates like a pair of lovesick teenagers, then growing into adults and living past the well-known lifespan of a half-blood. To grow old, and to watch wrinkles catch in the crinkles of your eyes over a life well lived. He was going to make all that happen, but there was something he needed to do first.. and he could only hope you would forgive him for it.

You could never fathom how this night would change everything, kickstart the course of the next few years that would eventually bring you back to the promises you've made and the haunting of his own devotion.. to you.

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jadestone2 · 2 days

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Your hot neighbor wants to bang you!

Summary: Your hot neighbor had been giving obvious hints that he was into you, but you never caught them. His back is very sore, he comes up to you for help!

Pair: Leon F Kennedy x Chubby reader(kind of shy)

Tw: age-gap, oral(F), praise, begging(little), bondage, overstim, size difference, breeding

A/n only horny thoughts of him, no pure thoughts. Leon has heavy breeding balls, change my mind

based of this post of mine

To say you have a tiny crush on your neighbor, Leon, was an understatement. You have a massive crush on him, your friends would tease you nonstop about it.

As much as they try to encourage you to talk to him, you just couldn’t! You were too shy, seeing him could make your face red.

You desperately craved his attention, that bright smile of his to be directed to you. You were in your living room, sadly thinking of him.

A loud knock was heard from your door, the only person who really talked to you was Leon. You rush to open the door, a hopeful feeling washing over you.

“Well, hello there little one” Leon purrs, he leans himself on your doorway.

Your heart beats faster, that smirk on his face makes your legs feel numb. Simple words from him could make your body shut down, reacting to him with obvious reactions.

“Hello, Leon” you murmur, your cheeks heating up. You attempt to avoid eye contact, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of him.

“Is something the matter? Your face is all red, love” Leon teases, he was well aware of how you felt of him.He tense up, the intoxicating smell of your perfume, sending a wave of relief to him.

“Oh! It must be the season for my allergies” you say, fake laughing.

You were too busy avoiding eye contact to notice the growing bulge in Leon’s pants. The heavy breath Leon took was evident of the effect you have on him, the sweet aroma making his body relax.

“Is there something you need?” You ask, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Leon snaps out of his perverted thoughts, his blue eyes shining with mischief.

“Oh there is~ you see, I’ve been so sore. I was supposed to get a massage, but you know how long it takes to get to the city” Leon says in a silky tone, it sends shivers down your spine.

The downfall of living in a quiet area is if you wanted something down professionally, it’d take hours to get to. This may be the one chance you would get to be near him!

There is no way you're going to cockblock yourself! You nod your head hastily, heart fluttering when he smiles softly at you. He leads you to his home, it has off luxurious vibes.

A man as himself, it would make sense why he would have something so fancy. Leon glances back at you, his eyes flashing with an emotion that you could tell what it was.

“So, are we doing it here?” You ask, drinking in the sight of his skin tight top.

“Here? Oh you silly little thing, we can’t just do it here” Leon whispers, a teasing smile on his face.

“Come along, dear” Leon says, leading the way to his room.

You stand in his living room, a dumbfounded look plastered on your face. You can feel the wetness between your thighs, why must he have such an effect on you? You awkwardly catch up to him, aware of the slick between your legs

“After you, my dear. Oh and, can you grab the oil? It’s in my bathroom” Leon says, watch you carefully.

You walk into his room, sparing him a glance before heading into his bathroom. You didn’t hear the click of the door, it sounded like someone locked a door.

Leon lights a couple of candles, making the atmosphere even more intense. The candles provided a light in his dark room, illuminating his room.

You stand in his bathroom, pondering about what is going to happen. There is no way he decided out of all his neighbors, he chooses you!

All you have to do is massage his back and you’ll be on your way, no need to worry! You suck it up, grabbing the body of oil and walking out of his bathroom.

You stop in your tracks, your eyes blown out. Leon’s shirt was discarded in the corner, you could see every muscle on his back.

You may pass out from how much blood was rushing to your head, the throb in your cunt intensifying with every second.

You're not even surprised that Leon had a well toned body, tensed up muscles. It’s not like you stare at him whenever he goes for a job, that’s creepy!

“Are you staring?” Leon teases, turning to face you with a cocky smirk on his handsome face.

“No!” You say, nodding your head.

“Mmh, if you say so” Leon murmurs, chuckling. Leon sits down on his bed, dipping under his weight.

“Just my back, thank you~” Leon says, winking at you. He lays in his stomach, resting his hand on his hand.

You straddle his hips, avoiding sitting down. You're pretty sure your juices soaked your panties, you spray the scented oil on your hands.

Your fingers dig into any knots you felt in his back, using your entire body to make sure you massaged the area well. You shiver, his grunts making you nervous.

“Oh fuck! Right there, baby. You're doing so good for me!” Leon praises, he grunts in pain and pleasure.

You clench around nothing, this is something that will be engraved in your mind forever. You feel him tense up below you, massaging a spot that has been bothering him for a while.

His grunts and groans only fuel your arousal, you bite your lips to muffle any sounds.

“Oh shit, thank you. That feels so much better” Leon says, patting your thigh.

You move off of him, fanning yourself with your hand to cook you down. It felt like the room got hotter, the obvious tension between you both. Leon rubs his shoulder, letting out a content sigh.

“I think I should repay the favor, don’t you think?” Leon asks, his large hand reaching to your knee.

His hand engulfs your knee, reminding you of the size difference between you and him. His fingers rub at your skin, making you snap out of your thoughts.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that!” You say, trying to reassure Leon.

“Mmh, but I think I should, honey” Leon whispers, leaning in closer to your face.

“Don’t try to pretend like you don’t stare at me when I’m working out” Leon says, scooting closer to you. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, providing a comfortable feeling for you.

“Come on, baby. Tell me you want this, let me hear you say it” He says, fingers tilting your gaze to his eyes. You slowly nod your head, you couldn’t find the courage to speak up.

“Come on, let me hear you say it with your words” Leon says, his icy blue eyes watching you carefully.

“Please, I need you” you whine out, shrieking when he suddenly kisses your lips.

You melt into the kiss, leaning in closer to him. You whine when he pulls away from your lips, his hands pulling your top off.

He helps you out of your clothes, tossing them in the corner. He gently pushes you down, putting a pillow under your back.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, let me enjoy myself” Leon says, his hands spreading your thighs.Your face goes red in embarrassment, your cunt soaked in your juices.

“Oh my, all this for me?” Lean jokes, snickering.

Just as you were going to reply he instantly dives in your cunt like a starved man. His tongue rubs from your clenching hole to your clit.

Your clit throbs to his touch, throbbing faster when Leon sucks on the bud. He hums into your cunt making you gasp, your fingers tugging on the strands of dirty blonde hair of his.

He groans, sending more vibration through your body. His tongue sinks into your dripping cunt, tongue plunging in and out. The loud sounds of squishes fills the room, Leon’s nose pressing into your sensitive clit.

“Fuck! Can I cum, please let me” You sob, a hand still buried in his hair while another was fisting the sheets tightly in your hand, your knuckles turning white.

Leon nods his head, not stopping his administration on your cunt to talk. The lower half of his face is soaked in your juices, dripping down to the sheets.

“Leon!” You moan, unable to hold your organism anymore.

Leon hums in approval when your thighs tremble, your cum only soaking the lower half of his face even more. Leon pulls away from your swollen cunt, a thin sheet of juices connecting his swollen lips to your cunt.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long. I wanted you for so long, now I can finally have you~” Leon growls, possessiveness dripping from his voice.

Leon pulls off his belt, tying up your hands. He rubs your wrist gently, providing a sweet gesture.

Good girl, let me show you how thankful I am” Leon whispers seducingly, kissing your neck.

Leon tugs off the rest of his clothing, a trail of hair leading down to his cock. His cock is dripping in precum, hard.

He gently slaps the tip on your clit, he gently sinks into your eager cunt. It felt like you were getting split apart, his veins dragging against your walls.

You grab his sheets, letting cries. Leon peppers kisses to your lips, distracting you. Your wetness allowed him to sink in easily, his tip pressing at your cervix.

You both let out groans, Leon’s brows furrowed in concentration. His hands grab at your leg, bending them to your chest.

“Gonna be my sweet girlfriend? My sweet little girlfriend?” Leon says, his cock sinking out of your sloppy cunt.

You nod your head, hissing in pleasure. With every thrust you could feel Leon’s heavy balls slapping on the fat of your ass.

“Leon!” You gasp, breathing heavy in pleasure. Every thrust knocking the wind from your lung, you felt so full of his cock.

“Yes, baby?” Leon asks, slowly picking up the pace.

You ramble out his name and pleas, no thoughts in your head other than him. With the constant rub on your g-spot was enough to have you tumbling down the edge, a creamy white ring forms around the base of Leon’s cock.

“Oh shit, you're cumming so fast. Mmh, my sensitive baby” Leon teases, now pounding you into his bedsheets.

You could see the thin sheet of sweat covering Leon’s body. You could barely match with his stamina!

“Mmh, can I cum inside you? Let me fuck you stupid~” Leon says, pushing your legs around his waist.

He kisses your neck, sucking on the area. His tongue tracing words onto your neck, spelling his name out.

“Yes! Please!” You whine, your nails biting into his back.

Leon’s arm wraps over you, keeping you trapped as you feel liquid shoot deep into your body. You clench around his cock, his cum filling your womb, slowly dripping from your pussy. Leon stays inside you, still having you beneath him.

“Mmh, such a shy girl. My sweet shy girlfriend” Leon says, pressing a kiss to your lip.

You passionately kiss him back, closing your eyes. You could feel yourself slowly drift off, exhaustion hitting you like a train.

“Sleep well, my love. I’ll be right here for you” Leon says, kissing your cheek.

guys, I always get scared that imma hit the limit for words💀WHICH IS WHY I COULDN'T STUFF IN AFTERCARE, don’t worry— he took care of yall after<33

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wildemaven · 2 days

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dream with me…

You’ve been with Joel for a few years— not in that sense. You met him somewhere between outbreak day and Boston. Smugglers together under the guidance of Tess.

You were both hardened by the same thing— tormented by the fact that you both lost everything that meant the most to you.

The only difference between you both, you harbored feelings for a man who would never have the same for you.

It was on a failed smuggling operation that your life moving forward would change forever. You fumbled the job horribly, nearly getting yourself killed by a group of runners.

Joel had to save your ass. Wasted energy and time, Joel told you, costing you both to forfeit the rest of the job and head back empty handed.

You knew you fucked up and the tension that simmered upon arriving back was obvious. You attempted to smooth things over, apologize for your fuck up and promising to make up for the loss in any way possible.

‘I don’t care what you do, you almost got us killed. I’d be fine if we never spoke again’ was all Joel said to you before icing you out completely.

Tess tried to convince you to stay. Let everything blow over like it usually does. But you could bear to stay any longer, feeling like a walking hazard to the group. It was only time before you got hurt or worse— someone else would.

Tommy offered you to join him, as he was leaving in the morning to meet up with a group of fireflies heading west. You agreed, asking him to not tell anyone that you were leaving with him.

You took one last look at what had been home for you since arriving in Boston. Glancing at Joel’s closed door briefly, then slipping out undetected, before the sun even had a chance to shine over the QZ.

‘Tommy!!’

The whole town was stunned by the commotion. Tommy and a newcomer’s reunion on display for everyone to witness. Only to you this wasn’t a stranger.

You watched from behind a wall of people, happy to see the two brothers together again. It’s the first time you’d ever seen Joel smile in all the time you had known him.

Silently, you retreat from the crowd and excitement, hoping to remain undetected for the time being.

Unbeknownst to you, Joel was made aware of your presence immediately. Tommy giving him and the young girl that arrived with him a tour of the fenced in grounds, making sure to point out the home you had been residing in since joining the community.

It’s only a matter of time before your paths cross, but you kept your distance, quick steps and redirection, avoiding any and all interactions with Joel Miller.

One evening you’re making your way home from dinner with friends, knowing you had plenty of time before Joel would be joining Tommy and Maria in the same spot. The air cool and crisp as the sun descended behind the Jackson mountains.

Your name being called out by a familiar voice stops you in your tracks. Your heart nearly beats out of your chest listening to the crunch of gravel beneath his boots as he walks closer.

‘Jus’ wanted to come say hi ‘n see how you been. Seen you around here ‘n there. Seems like you’ve been avoidin’ me though.’

You turn to face him fully. His a much older version of himself. Greyed and still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

‘I’m fine, Joel. Just makin’ sure I keep up my end of the bargain— with never speakin’ again and all.’

That’s all you manage to get out before you turn and head up the path to your home and closing the door behind you.

Anywho. This was a dream I had last night and it’s been bouncing around my noggin most of the day. Of course it would end on a cliffhanger like that too.

#my dreams be angsty #maybe it will pick up where it left off tonight #Joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal

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saddestsquid · 2 days

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The Red Means I Love You ❤︎

Summary: Jason Todd x fem!Reader. You and Jason used to date before you left to stay with the Titans. You both miss each other more than you’d like to admit, but stay out of contact. Fast forward to after he died, you encounter Redhood. Old feeling stir, and before you know it you’re bent over the motorcycle of someone you swore you’d leave in the past.

Warnings: Angst -> smut, 18+, p in v, unprotected s$x, mentions of death & terrorism.

A/N: This takes place right after s3ep2, right after they find out Redhood’s identity :3

You didn’t fully know what was happening; just that there were too many hostages in the building—all who would be killed if not evacuated immediately. You were about to run and help the rest of the titans get everyone as far away as possible before Kory pulled you aside.

You went to protest before she quickly interrupted you, “Go search for Jason.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Uhm, what?”

“Look, I have a feeling he’ll listen to you better than anyone.” she said. “Jasons not someone who can be brought down by force. Shit, he came back from the fucking dead, you think he’s gonna let us beat this new…phase out of him?”

You wanted to argue, but Kory wasn’t someone who was wrong often. She had a good point, and you knew you had to follow it.

“We’ve got this under control,” she assured, resting a reassuring but firm hand on your shoulder. “Go.”

You were skeptical, especially when you could see Gar in the distance shaking in his boots trying to convince an old lady to let him help her down the steps, and citizens clearly getting whiplash from Connor moving them to safety too fast. Your team was…definitely something, but with some hesitance you finally turned and ran in the direction of the one member you wanted to see.

…

“Jason!” You called out, your voice echoing through the barren alley. Gotham was creepy enough already without walking in some sketchy, busted up route in the pitch dark.

You kept calling but the only response you got was your own voice echoing back to you. You tried to scratch your mind for something to say that could persuade him, but you came up blank. Guilt ate at your conscience when you remembered that you hadn’t spoken to him for months before he died.

To be honest, Jason never had anyone in his life to begin with. He told you that along with all his other secrets, and you still broke his heart.

You stayed with the titans, thinking he was being naive for not wanting to. You didn’t think about the fact they never once tried to help him, or ever see him as more than an immature kid. They didn’t have the energy to help Jason through his issues so they just abandoned ship, sending him right back to Bruce and his horrible coping mechanisms.

As much as you wanted to be angry at Dick, or Kory or really anyone else for letting that happen, you had to face that you played your part.

Jason Todd died alone. He died feeling like no one would miss him, like he was a failure of a Robin and a failure of a titan. Because even after everything, all he wanted to do was prove himself.

So, yeah. Admittedly the first words you chose to say were not a good idea. Probably should’ve seen that one coming, but you never were too good at comforting him. was anyone?

“It didn’t have to be like this, you can still come back to the titans!” You tried to coax him, almost immediately regretting it. You quickly shut your mouth, tho the damage was already done. You just prayed he wasn’t here—he didn’t need to be provoked into blowing your brains out.

Only when your muscles stopped tensing and you thought you got lucky, a voice you couldn’t even recognize rumbled above you. It shot ice up your veins and you would’ve frozen in place if you weren’t so adiment on seeing him again.

“Still taking about the titans? Why am I surprised.” He taunted, tilting his head in a gesture so familiar it made your heart ache. When you spun around you were met with someone you couldn’t believe was really Jason. He was standing on some rusted fire escape, a steel red mask boring right through you.

You tensed, but not out of fear. No, you could never be scared of Jason, not the same nerd who woke up early to make you breakfast or who secretly wore reading glasses.

You debated messaging him for months after your breakup, paragraphs on paragraphs you never sent. You had so much to say to him before, so why now did your mind go blank?

It was hard to see what he was feeling with the mask, but you could tell he was expecting a snarky remark back. When you just stood there dumbfounded, he sighed. “Look, I’m done trying to prove myself to them. To Bruce, to everyone! I don’t have to be some fucking nobody y/n, and neither do you.”

Now that made you snap out of whatever trance you were in. “‘and neither do you’? What are you trying to do, advertise me the life of crime?”

He groaned, “I don’t know why I ever tried with you. The titans are just a bunch of fucked up people acting like one big happy family, is that what you wanted? Are you happy you made that choice?” He sneered.

There was malice in his tone, but it wasn’t real. he didn’t feel angry anymore, just betrayed.

He would’ve splayed his heart out for you on a silver platter if you asked, just for you to turn your back on him. You followed him in his dreams, haunted him every time he smelt a familiar perfume, even appeared behind his shut eyelids while the life drained out of him. You were a part of him, and from what he knew you’d never looked back when you stormed out that day.

That’s why it shocked him when tears started to well in your eyes. God, your eyes—the ones he would subconsciously buy clothes of in the same colour. “You could’ve came with me,” you whispered.

Your meek tone broke something in him. His shoulders relaxed and in a blink he leaped down, knees bending upon landing on the hard ground in front of you. Seeing him like this; the mask concealing his identity, various weapons strapped to his thighs and seemingly more toned than the last time you saw him—you could understand why everyone was on edge.

He stood there motionless, a silent and intimidating presence before you. You both stood there in unbearable silence until finally, he lifted his mask off.

His features were lit beautifully by the dim street light, eyes glinting ever so slightly. He looked exhausted—more troubled now, but you knew, despite everything, this was Jason. Your Jason, not who he was manipulated into.

“No, I couldn’t have.” he muttered begrudgingly, “they made that very clear.”

“So what, you just become a terrorist? Is that your idea of solving your problems?”

His fists clenched in barely concealed anger. “Bruce couldn’t save Gotham, so he abandoned it. I’ll be the one to fix it.”

“By running around in a new suit and planting bombs everywhere? Real great strategy.” You rolled your eyes, but started to blush when you stared at him too long in the plated suit that fit him perfectly. You quickly caught yourself ogling and looked away, assuming he wouldn’t catch the red tinge on your face.

You don’t know how you ever thought he wouldn’t notice. Of course he noticed, it’s Jason Todd.

For fucks sake, the guy noticed every detail about you. The way you’d avoid eye contact when nervous, the pace of your blinking quickening when you were lost in thought, the slight heighten of your voice when you were excited about something. All these tiny things and you thought he just wouldn’t notice the way you eyed him down all red in the face?

Come on, you were basically writing your true feelings out to him in big, bold… ..red letters…

and it’s not like Kory ever specified exactly what to do once you found him… .. .

So that’s how you ended up bent against his motorcycle in some busted up alleyway, pussy spread open on his dick.

You gasped and clawed pointlessly at his covered back; nails clinking uselessly against the metal armour of his suit.

Your own suit was pulled off just enough to get access to your cunt, panties pulled to the side so he could plunge his thick cock into you.

He was groaning more than he used to, and you could swear you even heard him whine. His pace was ruthless, thrusts messy but coordinated. He kept trying to push further inside you, pressing his body as close to you as possible like you would vanish at any moment.

“Fuckfuckfuck-“ he rambled. Death heightened all of his senses—made things have so much more of an impact on him. Maybe he just missed you too much, or maybe he let himself forget how good you feel.

To be fair, you were far worse off than him. You would’ve alerted everyone in Gotham if he wasn’t covering your mouth with a gloved hand, though it’s not like anyone here would bat an eye to screaming.

“My poor baby just been lonely, s’that it?”He teased, manhandling you by your hips to meet his harsh thrusts.

“Nobody to fill up this pretty hole like I do, such a shame,” he pouted in faux sympathy, as if he wasn’t balls deep at the moment.

“I’m back now. Fuck the titans, I’ve always treated you better, haven’t I?” He’s fucking your ability to form coherent words right out of your throat, but he knows your answer when you squeeze around him.

“Jay!” you moaned into his palm. Your cunt was squelching embarrassingly loud with each thrust, thighs shaking so hard you for sure would’ve fallen over if he wasn’t holding you up. Every drag of his cock in you hit the perfect spots, just like he remembered you love.

“You don’t even care that I’m red hood, do you?” he asked, his tone full of confidence. “Nah, you don’t. So fucking wet, does my suit get you off princess?”

He moved his hand to play with your clit, getting it soaked with your fluids. You were too cock-drunk to lie bite back, just nodding desperately and mewling out something akin to a yes.

He smirked. “Pussys sucking me in the same too, fuck- I missed this. I missed you.”

He acted cocky when he was fucking you like this because it’s the only way he was sure you even wanted to be around him. Not much to complain about when his big dick is ravaging you, no?

Deep down he always felt right at home with you. He wouldn’t admit it, but he would give up red hood for you. He’d give up anything for you, actually. Nothing mattered as long as you were with him. And he wasn’t letting you go this time.

With the ministrations on your clit and him pounding into you, it wasn’t a surprise when that knot in your stomach came undone quickly. Especially not with how many failed orgasms you had with your fingers, pretending it was him.

Ever attentive, he noticed immediately. “You gonna come, baby? Try not to get any on the new suit.” He winked, as if you were gonna squirt for him. (You have, many times.)

The cherry on top was when he unexpectedly flipped his mask back down and leaned in to whisper right into your ear with that deep voice, “come for me”

And you were gone. You came with a cry of his name, eyes rolling back and toes curling. Your pussy gushed all over his dick, forming a white ring around it that you could see every time he slammed his hips.

Seeing your pretty face so euphoric was what sent him over the edge, and grudgingly he pulled out, pearly white cum shooting all over your stomach.

You spent a minute regaining your breath while he pressed gentle kisses all over your throat. He only let up when you whined at the slight pain of the pressure on your newly forming hickeys. He tucked himself back into his pants and re-adjusted his belt. You were wondering if he planned on just leaving until he took his coat off and wrapped it around you.

He moved you so you were set down properly on the back of his motorcycle and then stepped on. You instinctively laid against his back, resting your head on his shoulder and he admired you with pure adoration.

“Wrap your arms around me babe,” he hummed, affectionately rubbing your thigh that was pressed to his.

When your brain finally caught up to what was happening you gave him a confused look.“Wha- wait! Where are we going?”

He looked at you like you were crazy for even questioning it. “Home,” he laughed, “what? Did you think death was gonna do us part, baby?”

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latenightdaydreams · 1 day

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OMG HANDMKFUXHAB

reader running away makes me so happy 🥺🥺 if you plan on making a part 4 for the creepy trucker series im on the edge of my seat!!!!

I'm so happy so many people enjoyed the cliffhanger with her running away!! I hope part 4 doesn't disappoint🩷

Trucker!König x Stranded!Reader Part 4 (fem)

MDNI🔞

Part1, Part2, Part3

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Tags: @nachofriess, @blue-spices, @teddy2510, @soosouyoung, @vivasab0tage

🚫As usual this story has HEAVY triggers! Please do not read if you cannot handle them! Ily all and I hope you take care of your body and mind🩷🚫

>cw: fem/afab, non-con, p in v, being chased, pregnancy, Stockholm syndrome

3.2k word count

As you run you can hear the booming of footsteps, quickly in your mind you’re trying to figure out where you will go; you can’t just keep running, he will outrun you. You see a woman getting into a car with a man so you run to her, yelling in your native language, “Help me! Please!”

The woman looks at you scared and locks the car doors, hitting the guy to start driving. He does and quickly tries to get away from you and whatever danger you, a foreigner, is causing. Your heart sinks and you begin to cry loudly, clearly very distressed. You don’t stop running.

Across the road you can see a row of small businesses. Without thinking you just run across the road. You hear a car horn and tires screeching.

“MAUS!” König shouts as he sees you almost get hit by a car. He sees the car stopping just before it hits you. He freezes for a second as you do in front of the car. Then you look over at him and keep running. König pursues.

You continue to run, more cars having to stop, honking at you for dashing in front of them. König is right behind you also causing traffic to stop as he runs in front of cars. You make it to the other side.

Running into one of the stores, you run up to a man shopping and begin to ask him to call the cops. The man looks at you confused and backs away. Running pass, him, you go to the woman working behind the register.

“Please help me. There is a man that kidnapped me and is chasing me! Please!” She looks at you with the same look before telling you to go.

“No, no, I need help! Please!”

“Get out!” she shouts at you; she assumes you caused trouble for yourself and wants nothing to do with it.

Then König comes into the store, his eyes looking over the place and you run and hide; ducking behind the shelves in an aisle. You can hear your heart beating in your ears, your breathing shaking as you try to sneak out of the store past König.

König walks up to a man and in German begins to describe you, asking if he saw you.

“My crazy wife is manic and ran out of the car, she isn’t taking her medicine, please I’m trying to help her.” König lied very convincingly to the man. He nodded and pointed to the other side of the store where he saw you run.

You hear his footsteps as you try to guess which way they’re about to go. You take your chance and make a run for it. König’s head snaps and begins to run after you. The lady behind the counter yelling at you and König to take this somewhere else.

Just as you’re about to escape through the door, the man in the shop grabs you. You begin to fight the man, “Let me go!”

“Bitte sei ruhig.” The man says thinking that you’re a mentally ill person.

Then you hear König’s voice, thanking the man for his help. His massive hands grasp your arms tightly and pull you to him. He wraps your arms in an x across your chest and wraps his arms tightly around them, lifting you.

You kick back, trying to hit König and shake your body trying to break free, but nothing works. König thanks the man again and begins to walk you out of the store. You’re crying as he does, making sure to quickly cross the road again.

“You fucked up Maus, you really did.”

“Please just let me go!” You sob still trying to break free but twisting your body.

König squeezes you so hard the air leaves your lungs, “Stop!”

You give up and just sob, “Please, let me go!”

“You’re mine, you have to realize that.”

You sob as he walks back to the truck. A small group of people standing outside and watching this happen. König looks at them, feeling panic but trying to appear as a worried husband. He loudly apologizes to the crowd for your behavior and tells the same lie about you being manic.

One older woman in the crowd didn’t believe König, something in her gut telling her that you’re in trouble and that he is lying. She feels helpless watching this scene play out in front of her. She seems to be the odd man out so she is scared to say something. She just watches with sadness in her eyes.

Once back inside the truck, König slams you down hard on the bed and slaps you. “You stupid bitch! You could have gotten hurt! Gotten me caught! Selfish!”

König grabs your handcuffs and restrains you again. This time also grabbing a rope and tying your ankles. You try to kick him as he reaches for them, but he is stronger than you as he grasps them firmly. He ties them so tightly that it hurts. He grabs an old t-shirt laying on the floor and stuffs it into your mouth so he doesn’t have to hear your screaming anymore.

“I was being nice to you, and you fucked it up.” He grows at you as he quickly gets into the drivers’ seat and begins to drive off.

The woman watches the semi take off as she gets on the bus with her group. A heavy guilty feeling in her stomach because she didn’t do anything. She sits next to her friend on the bus, 40 minutes pass as she sits in silence.

“What is wrong?” Her friend asks.

“I-I feel as if that man was lying. That woman looked terrified.”

Her friend nods her head, “She did.” They both take a deep breath before she speaks again, “Maybe you should report it?”

“I think I will.” She takes out her cell phone and calls the emergency hotline. She describes you and König, giving details about the odd situation that unfolded before you all today. She tells them the address and describes the semi the best she can, but she never got his license plate. The man on the line thanks her and they get off the phone.

Because of the adrenalin that flooded through your body, you ended up crashing hard and falling asleep after an hour. König was relieved, but now paranoid that someone might have called for help. Every few minutes he looks over his shoulder to check if he’s being trailed by a cop. This whole situation made him realize you’re safer at home where you can use the bathroom and eat inside the house instead of interacting with the outside world. You’ve lost those privileges.

Hours pass since the incident; you don’t know exactly how much time though. You open your eyes to very bright sunlight flooding your vision. You try to move your hand in front of your eyes to block the light, but you’re still cuffed. This time though you realize your legs and arms are handcuffed spread apart. You’re on a bed in some house. You lean your head forward and look around. You see a wooden desk, wooden dresser, and a dark blue recliner. Next to the recliner is a tripod and a ring light.

Trying to pull yourself free you realize that you’re completely naked. You begin to shake and pull, letting out an aggravated groan once you can’t pull your limbs free. Heavy footsteps travel down the hall, approaching the door to the room you’re in.

König opens the door and walks forward towards you. He stops near the side of your bed and caresses your stubbly legs. “Finally awake.”

You look at him with fear in your eyes, “Where are we?”

“My house, our house.” He sits beside you on the bed. “Why did you run? I was so nice to you.”

“I- I,” you can’t even think of a way to answer without angering him and making things worse. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” König tilts his head to the side and looks at you with a blank stare.

“Yes.”

“No, you aren’t Maus. You’re just scared. But don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. You’ve just lost your privileges. You’re safe. Don’t worry.”

While he is trying to be comforting, he isn’t. He’s the one keeping you captive. He’s the one hurting you and taking you away from a happy life. You keep your eyes on him and then look back towards the bright light from the windows. You realize the window is open and there’s a light breeze coming in.

“Don’t bother screaming Maus, I live in the country. Just you and me for miles.”

You don’t look back at him, just let those words sink in and look out of the window.

“Welcome home, I’ll show you around soon. It’s a nice place to raise a family.”

Your head snaps in his direction, “A family?”

“Ja, Maus. A family. You’ll make me beautiful babies. Plus men will pay extra for your pregnant body.”

König rubs his hand along your abdomen and smirks.

Meanwhile, police have made their way to the truck stop you were seen at. They talk to the woman that was working the cash register that day.

“They came in, both went to the bathroom, and then next thing I knew she was running and he chased after her. When they came in they looked like maybe boyfriend and girlfriend? They were close.”

“Okay, are there any surveillance cameras I can look at?”

“I’ll have to get my boss.”

“You do that.” The cop puts away his notepad and looks around the store before the boss walks out.

“Right this way, officers.”

You don’t even know how much time has passed and there has been no sign of help. You remain inside of König’s home. Your stomach is growing, swollen with his child. An old medic friend from his military days comes to the house to check on you and the baby, König tries his best to take good care of you.

It’s a warm day and you stand outside in a green summer dress, 6 months pregnant. You’re kneeling in the flower bed and pulling weeds. You stand and begin to walk to the water hose, and then your chain pulls.

König has a metal shackle around your ankle, bolted to the house so you can’t run off. He hears the chain pull as he is behind the house trimming back bushes.

“Need something, Liebling?” He walks over to you wearing jeans and a black shirt, both covered in small green specks from the bush leaves.

“The hose,” You point only a few feet away from you.

He walks over and grabs it for you, “Don’t stress yourself out, you still have to film today.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

König leans in and puckers his thin lips waiting for you to kiss him. You tiptoe to meet him the rest of the way and kiss his lips. He smiles at you before slapping your ass and walking back to what he was doing.

You water the garden, feeling your baby move within you. Resting a hand on your stomach, you begin to caress your belly. You let out a deep sigh and look around, trying to imagine giving birth to your baby here and raising your child here. König as a father…how will that work? Will I eventually fall in love?

“Liebling, are you okay?” König walks up behind you, wrapping one arm around you resting on your stomach as the other takes the water hose from you. “You’re drowning the flowers.” His voice has a light chuckle.

“Oh, sorry. I was thinking about giving birth. Being a mom. I’m scared.”

König drops the hose and wraps his arms around you.

“Don’t be scared. I knew from the moment I saw you that you’d make an amazing mom. Don’t stress you and our baby out, okay? I’ll run to the city tomorrow and get you whatever you’re craving.”

You nod your head, “Thank you König.”

“Of course, now let’s go film, ja?”

Filming was your least favorite thing to do, but it’s how König makes enough money to stay home with you, so you do it. He takes out a key and unlocks the cuff on your ankle. His arm goes around your body tightly so you can’t run away if you try.

Walking back inside, he brings you into the bedroom. “Shouldn’t I shower first?”

“Nein, the sweaty look is hot.” He kisses your forehead.

You sit on the bed as he sets everything up, placing the cameras where they need to be and making sure the lighting in the room is good. Once done he strips down to nothing, his cock soft but still 6 inches. He begins to record on all cameras and walks up to you on the bed.

He gets behind you and begins to massage your swollen breasts. You’ve already started to fill up in preparation for the baby, growing two bra sizes. König does everything he can to stimulate more lactation. He begins to squeeze your breast, forming a small wet patch on your dress. You look away embarrassed, he laughs. He squeezes more, letting the wet patches continue to grow, his erect cock rubbing against your back now.

“Let’s take this dress off Liebling.” He whispers as he helps you stand.

Once standing he slowly takes off your dress, his hand gliding over your pregnant belly. His lips kiss your neck tenderly as he makes his way down to your breast. Squeezing, he squirts a small amount of milk on his face before wrapping his mouth around your breast and suckling, drinking in any milk he can squeeze out of you. You let out soft moans as he licks your nipple before sucking again.

“Your milk is so sweet.” He growls as he seats up on the bed.

Again, he goes behind you and begins to squeeze your breasts for the cameras. Make sure to get good squirts of your milk, rubbing some of the milk all over your breast to make them shine. His head resting on your shoulder watching as he does this. Turning his head he begins to kiss the side of your face and you turn your head to meet his mouth and kiss him back.

He lets out a soft moan as he gently cups your breasts in his large hands. His tongue pushing into your mouth and twirling around, mixing your spit with his. Pulling away from the kiss a line of spit follows.

“Lay back Maus.”

You do as he says and lay back flat on the bed. He comes up and caresses your large stomach, leaving a trail of kisses up to your lips again as he positions himself between your legs. He reaches over and grabs one of the cameras and holds it angles at your pussy. He slaps his heavy cock over your tiny clit, causing you to mewl and move your hips. Disgusted with yourself because you actually want his cock.

“Beg for it.”

“Please fuck me.”

“Be more specific, Liebling.” He slaps your clit with his cock again.

“Please give me your cock. Please.”

“Good girl, that’s what I like to hear.” He begins to slip his cock into you.

You moan out and grasp the bed sheets as you feel his cock push in all the way. His hand pulls one of your legs back, making sure to leave room for your big belly. He holds the camera up to your face and you make sure to act as if you don’t want to be recorded; he said the men like it more when I act like I hate it.

“Moan for me.” He taps your face.

You let out a tiny soft moan while suppressing the enjoyment that you’re feeling. He puts the camera down to rest his hands on your belly as he begins to buck his hips more rapidly into you. It hurts so you genuinely moan in pain and try to scoot back.

“Don’t run for it.” He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him.

“It hurts!” you moan out as you squirm.

König lets go of your hips and leans forward, holding your shoulders, and he begins to fuck you so hard you begin to scream.

“Ja! Scream for me! Hure!” He lightly slaps you but you act like it was worse.

Recording takes hours to complete. König helped you get all cleaned up after and chained you to the bed again, the chain is long enough for you to walk around the room, but bolted to where you can’t get to the door or window.

“I’m going into the city to get you food and treats, what are you craving?”

You shrug and think for a few seconds, “Maybe something cakey? Also, just some stuff to make brownies or cakes to have around the house.”

“I can do that.” He leans down and kisses you gently.

“I love you both, I’ll be back.” He caresses your stomach.

“We love you too…” you watch him leave the house.

Once you hear the car door close you rush to the drawers trying to look for something that you can use to break free from the shackles. As usual, there was nothing. You sit on the bed and cry, hugging your stomach.

“I’m sorry baby, I don’t know what to do.” You whisper to your stomach. You feel torn between wanting to run towards freedom and wanting to stay here with König. A weird part of you beginning to feel for him, but also wanting your old life back. You can’t even recognize yourself anymore.

In the city König goes into a local grocery store. He collects everything you asked for plus just thing for the house. He finds a baby onesie that says “I love Daddy.” König holds the tiny little piece of clothing in his hands, smiling thinking about holding his baby in his arms. He adds the onesie to the cart.

He walks up to the front of the store and begins to bag his items as the older woman working the register scans his items. He looks around the store as he waits for his payment to process and he sees a board of posters.

“Here’s your receipt.”

König’s attention turns back to the nice woman. He smiles and grabs the piece of paper from her, grabbing all of his bags and walking to the poster board.

In big red words he reads the words MISSING. König stays there and reads the details. His heart sinks.

Young woman, your skin tone, hair color, body build. His semi-truck color, build, hair color. The fact you’re foreign and what language you speak is even listed. He can feel his cheeks turn red as he begins to sweat. He reaches up and rips the sign off the board and turns to leave the store.

He sits in his SUV and looks at the poster. He wonders how many there are and how much information the cops actually know.

“FUCK!” He yells in his SUV and he runs his hands down his face. He takes a deep breath before pulling out of the parking spot and beginning to speed home to you.

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ponderingmoonlight · 3 days

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Darlin', can I be your favorite?

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: In a world full of death and tortue, wouldn't it be the easiest to seduce a man who is able to protect you at any cost? Ryomen Sukuna definetely is exactly that. Now, the seduction part...

Warnings: no really deep plot, just some teasing and a little bit of spice here and there, language, reader trying to seduce Sukuna with literally everything lol

Inspired by the song "favorite" by Isabel LaRosa

Your mission was clear since the first time you saw him in action, felt how strong he is: Get Sukuna to fucking adore you.

It might sound ridiculous to the untrained ear. Sukuna, the king of curses, the most frightful creature walking on this planet? To even consider you’d be able to warm his heart is worth a laughter. You know exactly how all the others would react when they hear your wild plan to seduce him, to get him to catch feelings for only you.

But what better defense than having the king of curses by your side? This fucking world is nothing but a battlefield and as a jujutsu sorcerer, you’re in the middle of it. Day in day out you risk your life in order to safe others. And even though it might sound tempting to simply haunt after Gojo Satoru, it’s not the same.

No, you want Ryomen Sukuna and no one else.

Your heels click against the floor as you make your way through Shibuya’s train station, Sukuna’s fingers lying in your purse comfortably. What better way to catch a glimpse into his heart than giving him back those? Well, to be exact you don’t have a set plan apart from getting him to like you. After all, love can’t be forced, right?

Well, that skin tight dress paired with those high heels you chose for today might do that, though.

“Now, where are you Yuji?”, you mumble to yourself, eyes darting around the worn-down area.

There is no doubt in the fact that a fight occurred here not long ago. The air still smells like blood and sweat, the wall is still hot from an enormous impact. But who? Was it Yuji? You follow a trail of blood with your hips swinging from side to side. You just need to find him, need to seduce the king of curses. This is your best chance to not croak in this shitty job.

Your heels stop in their tracks.

A tuft of pink hair rests against the entrance of the rest room, so minor that you almost missed it.

Almost.

You walk towards the beat-up boy while casually inspecting him. He’s definitely alive, but barely. Yuji’s whole face is covered in multiple cuts and bruises. Who on earth did he fight against? And where is that other person? No, it’s not your responsibility to think about that right now. With a swift motion you open your purse and reveal those oh so deadly fingers.

“Now be a good boy and swallow”, you purr.

Your hand grabs his neck and yanks his head upwards while you carefully feed Yuji Sukuna’s fingers. Please, let this work. You are tired to the brim of running away, of fighting curse after curse each and every day. How about a peaceful life with Sukuna by your side? Fuck Jujutsu High, fuck Satoru Gojo. You don’t want to die before you were even able to live properly.

“Get your hands off me, human.”

For a moment, your heart skips a beat. Just one look into his red gleaming eyes and suddenly so matured face is enough for you to realize that this isn’t Yuji anymore. No, the person you are sitting on with your hand wrapped around his neck is none other than Ryomen Sukuna.

Finally.

“Oh, you’re awake. That went smoother than I thought”, you reply with a cheeky grin, not moving an inch away from him like he told you to.

“Who the hell are you, brat?”

He has definitely seen you before, you are a jujutsu sorcerer without any doubt. But why are so damn close, why does your hand wrap so delicately around his neck? Your dark eyes rest on his face unpromising, lashes hanging into your orbs seductively. What’s that supposed to be?

“My name’s whatever you make it. But how about wife?”

Sukuna isn’t able to move, let alone speak. Did you really introduce yourself to the king of curses like that? He shouldn’t waste any time, wring your neck the way you deserve it, dissolve you into tiny pieces. Who the hell do you think you are to speak to him like that? You, a puny woman? Not even the fact that you reunited him with a few of his missing fingers is enough to spare your life.

But why…Why does he still sit there like he did before, allowing your hand to rest against his neck? Why is he unable to give you a sharp answer like he always does?

“I am the king of curses”, is the only thing he’s able to press out.

“And I’ll be your girl. Deal?”

He lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, eyes scanning your features up and down. You do have a pretty decent face for a human, your delicate eyes keeping him trapped. That confidence dripping from each and every pore of yours, the way your body is so near that he’s able to hear your blood circulate…

“What the hell are you talking about, stupid girl? If I wanted to, I could kill you without even flinching. Now get off me and run for your life.”

When Sukuna finally regained his threatening voice again, he expected your heart to shiver, your body to stumble backwards until you run away. But instead, you move even closer and dare to sit on top of him, gleaming eyes now staring him into the ground while your naked thighs rub against his pants.

“But you didn’t. Think I must be your favorite.”

The fact that he didn’t kill you right on the spot when you disobeyed his order is enough proof that your plan is actually working. Yes, you managed to confuse the king of curses, to arouse his interest. Now the only thing that’s left is seducing him.

“You are annoying as hell. Now get off me, I have some work to do”, he barks back at you.

His hand grabs your wrist roughly and removes your grip around his neck. But instead of simply throwing you off him, he holds your arm in place while keeping only inches of distance.

Oh, his lips are so close that you are literally able to taste them. Just one movement, one innocent flinching of your hips above his and the gap between you both is closed.

“Are you trying to seduce me, dumb girl?”, he breathes out.

He does it so well, keeping himself cool and composed while his mind races back and forth with your intoxicating smell penetrating his nose. In his long life, there was never a woman who actually tried to seduce him. After all, he’s the king of curses, so strong because of the fact that he never felt love or affection for anyone in all those years. He’s heartless, cold, a menace. Why would a woman ever get the idea of showing him affection? He came here to kill, to destroy this fucking city and make that brat suffer.

But now there’s you.

And apparently you couldn’t care less about the fact that he’s the king of curses.

“Actually, I am”, you purr, your free hand beginning to draw small circles onto his chest.

“Why would you do something so fucking stupid?”

“I mean, you’re the strongest, right?”

He has to blink a few times, the way you look at him as if he’s the dumb one catching him completely off guard.

“I’m the king of curses”, he reminds you all over again.

“And with being your favorite, you take me places-“

“What the fuck are you talking about?”, he interrupts you roughly.

You roll your eyes in sheer annoyance, nails now digging into his chest.

“Make me your wife so I don’t die”, you finally blurt out.

Is this the reason behind your questionable action? He could have killed you right on the spot and just one look into your gleaming orbs tells him that you know that all too well. And still, you risked your life for him to protect yours. Were you really so sure you’d be able to seduce the king of curses with a lousy dress and some high heels?

“Why would I do that?”

Enough playing. He should behead you right on the spot before torturing you for the time you wasted. You aren’t even worthy to breathe the same air as him, let alone being this close to his body.

But…Why isn’t he able to simply throw you off, then? Why is he even questioning what you’re up to, replaying your words over and over in his mind?

“Because I’ll let you taste-“

Your mouth is so close to his ear that your hot breath caresses his skin while the filthiest thoughts leave you with ease. His eyes grow wider and wider with each passing second, disgusted but at the same time…

“Enough”, he hisses through gritted teeth while grabbing your shoulders roughly.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Aren’t you at least a little invested? I have a lot to offer”, you reply, ignoring his last question elegantly.

The war inside his head makes him forget that he’s actually out on a mission for a moment. You…you are so different from all those other jujutsu sorcerers, risked your puny life so that he eventually watches over you. How ridiculously brave, how fucking stupid. But still, when your gleaming eyes rest on his face like that, that oh so cheeky grin plastered on your face you make him wonder. A wife, his favorite?

Before he’s able to think straight again, a wave of freezing mist darts towards you at neck-breaking speed. His heart skips a beat, eyes darting towards Uraume who fixates you with hate dripping from every poor of her warped face.

You won’t be fast enough. No jujutsu sorcerer except for Gojo Satoru himself is able to escape Uraume’s powers when surprised. If he doesn’t react, you’ll die. But isn’t that what he wants, that you finally vanish into thin air and leave him alone? You, the girl who just claimed him as her husband only because she doesn’t want to die.

“No.”

His body moves on its own. All of the sudden he finds himself standing in front of you, his hand deflecting Uraume’s Frost Calm with ease.

“Don’t you dare to hurt her, Uraume.”

You can’t believe it, breath getting stuck in your throat. He really did save you. Even though all you did was purring at him, trying to convince him with sugary words, Ryomen Sukuna stood up for you and defended you against one of his. Out of instinct, you push your wobbly legs off the ground, excitement filling you to the brim. With that oh so cheeky smile, you wrap your arm around his and eye the person in front of you up and down innocently.

“But she…she is a human being, Master. She’s a weakling, one of your enemies”, Uraume breathes out.

“Who allowed you to speak to your Master like that? Get out of my sight and do what you were taught to.”

You watch in awe as the person standing in front of you crumbles, their hateful gaze almost piercing through you like a knife until their gone as fast as they came.

“So, I really am your favorite, huh?”, you hum.

“Shut up brat, I’m the only one who can kill you. Now get going, I have a lot of work to do.”

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bandgie · 1 day

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I had an idea but idk if you'd be comfortable with it so feel free to ignore it

I thought of minho and hyunjin for it. minho knowing hyunjin has a crush on someone. minho knows her but hyunjin doesn't. to tease him, minho takes the girl out on a friendly date and takes pics to show hyunjin. he gets jealous but that pushes him to talk to the girl and after meeting up a few times, they fuck. as revenge, hyunjin takes a picture or video or whatever to send to minho

I like loser to cocky hyunjin 😶

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warnings! MDNI 18+, blowjob, throat fucking (light), cum swallowing, recording during oral

"Hyung, can you not send me things like that?"

"Like what?" But Minho already knows. He has a sly grin that makes his top two teeth slightly poke out. The smile only widens when Hyunjin groans, digging his phone from his pocket and unlocking it.

It only takes a few clicks before Hyunjin shows Minho the message. A sent picture of you holding up ice cream, smiling, and throwing up a peace sign.

"Ohhh," Minho pretends to finally understand. "Did you know she loves strawberry ice cream?"

"Minho!" Hyunjin jumps at the sound of his voice. "You know how I feel. It doesn't make me feel any better." He shoves his phone back into his pocket, folding his arms. "You're being a mean hyung to me."

"Mean? It's not my fault you're not doing anything. I'm just trying to give you a little encouragement." And although that's somewhat true, Minho can't lie that he finds joy in Hyunjin's scowl.

Hyunjin shakes his head. "Well, stop it. It's not working."

But Minho doesn't. Every few days, Hyunjin gets an image of you with Minho. It ranges from going out for lunch to volunteering at animal shelters. Minho is in the same major as you and Hyunjin only came across you once. That's all it took for him to develop an innocent crush; one that Minho is seemingly keen on ruining.

Message after message, days upon days that leave Hyunjin feeling a mix of emotions. He's at the university library, staring at his phone and debating on blocking Minho's number until a glimpse of your figure catches his attention.

It shouldn't be a surprise to see you, you all go to the same college, but it's rare for Hyunjin to come across anyone he knows due to his schedule. For a minute, he just watches. He observes the way you survey the room to look for a spot, and steps slowly to get a good look. He watches as your eyes lock with his, smiling and giving a small wave. You quicken your steps in his direction-

Holy shit. Are you going to sit next to him? Hyunjin hurriedly collects his scattered papers to make some room, not bothering to lock his phone that he hastily sets on the table. Your steps get closer, his heart beats faster. He's managed to make a small, messy pile when you stop just a few inches shy away from him.

"It's Hyunjin, right?" Gosh, even the way you say his name makes his stomach dip.

Hyunjin nods, eyes shifting from his paper to your face. "Yeah."

"Okay good!" You happily set your backpack on the table and choose the seat right next to him. "I wasn't sure. I just seen you and thought you looked familiar. You're Minho's friend, no?"

This is the closest Hyunjin's ever been with you. He can smell your perfume, the lip balm that makes your mouth shine, and your cheery expression as you speak. How is Minho even friends with someone so happy?

Probably to make Hyunjin's life difficult. But there isn't an opportunity to answer as Hyunjin's phone goes off. Still unlocked, both of you stare at the message.

From: Asshole [image sent] got to try out the new cafe with your favorite person the other day lol

Hyunjin reaches for the phone, but the damage is already done. You're quicker than him, snatching it off the table and scrolling further into the messages. Some casual conversations, lots of cussing, but mostly you. Just photos of you with captions ranging from what you did with Minho to Hyunjin asking- no begging - for Minho to stop.

"What the hell?" You mumble to yourself just as Hyunjin successfully pries his phone from your grasp. He's sweating, you notice. Chest expanding rapidly and hands shaking. "Why is Minho sending pictures of me to you like that?"

He just shakes his head, unable to answer from embarrassment or shock, you're not sure. His dark hair sweeps over his face and he hurriedly packs his things. "I need to go." His voice is just as shaky as his hands.

You grab a hold of his bag, preventing him from leaving. "You're not going anywhere." You yank on the material and he whines. "Hyunjin." He whines again at the sound of his name, but he remains standing and pulling against your grasp.

"Hyunjin. Sit. Down."

His legs turn to jelly, a final whimper escaping his throat as he plops back in his seat. You let a sigh, rubbing your temples in a way that makes Hyunjin gulp.

"Sorry, I...I didn't mean to say it like that." You take a deep breath. "I just don't understand why Min is sending you pictures of me. It comes off a little...weird. You know?"

Weird? Oh, he's so fucked. You're keeping a neutral expression, but Hyunjin isn't sure how much longer that'll last. If he tells you the truth, you might be disgusted. You both hardly know each other, how can he harbor even just some feelings for you? This is Minho's fault. It's only fair that he gets the full blame.

"Yeah, no I get it," Hyunjin nods. "He just..." Fuck, what is he supposed to say?

You give him a few seconds before you prompt him again, "He just what?" You're being so patient. So understanding that you're still here letting Hyunjin save his ass. You should have called him a perv by now, slapping him across the face. But you didn't.

"He's just a dick." Fuck it. "I've already asked him to stop, but he just likes to torture me." You raise a curious eyebrow, but Hyunjin continues. "It was one time. I said that I think you're pretty just one time and he makes it his fucking mission to make sure he sees how much fun he's having with you."

That's not what you were expecting, but Hyunjin is far from done. "I would love to get to know you, to talk to you, but I'm such a pussy. That dick rubs it in my face how often you two hang out. Like, that's cool and all, but I want to rip my hair out." Hyunjin gets more confident as he talks, most likely getting riled up from talking about Minho, but you hardly mind.

"So, yes, it's weird. I know. But it's not my fault!" Hyunjin quickly scans the near-empty library at the raising of his voice. "Minho just keeps sending me you 'cuz he likes to tease me. That's all."

He stares at you and you stare back. A few seconds pass with quiet blinking before you realize you should say something.

"Oh."

Hyunjin groans, burying his beautiful face in his hands. You stare at his ashamed state, both pathetic and endearing. Truly, this isn't a big deal, but his dramatic reactions bring a small smile amidst the anxious atmosphere.

"So you think I'm pretty?" Hyunjin lets out a scoff, shaking his head at your question. "Is that really all you got from that?"

You shrug, but the smile on your lips still lingers. "Maybe. But that does sound annoying. I'm sure you get tired of looking at my pretty face all the time." Hyunjin laughs, finally picking his head up to look at you. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes like moon crescents. He gleams in the artificial lighting and it casts beautiful shadows on his features.

"Have you ever thought about getting back at Minho?"

Hyunjin stops his cheery laughter, eyes growing curious. He pinches his eyebrows together in thought, "I mean, does blocking count? Cuz if so, then yes."

You shake your head, lower lip caught between your teeth as a mischievous thought comes to mind. "I was thinking something a little more."

It's hard for Hyunjin to angle the camera at you. His hands keep shaking, the phone threatening to fall from his grasp right on your face. You're looking up at the lens from your knees, mouth full of cock. Your knees slightly ache from the bathroom tile floor, but you pay no mind. The main center of focus is quietly gagging on Hyunjin's length. That women's bathroom may be empty, but the sound of wet pops and smack echoes in the room rather embarrassingly.

With a hard suck, you pull away from his cock. Hyunjin lets out a whine, hips shaking as you replace your mouth with your hand.

"Are you getting my good angles?" You can't help but tease with swollen lips. Even in a messy state, he nods. You can't see his face, but you can see the black, tangled hair that moves.

"Pretty," he chokes out as you pump him. " So so so pretty."

You flash your teeth at the camera, "Aw! Thanks. Do you think Minho will think so too?"

"Ye- Mmf!" He cuts himself off by pinching his lips. You've wrapped your lips around his girth again, sucking the tip while you stroke his shaft. He whines and whines, unable to stay quiet while staring at you through the phone.

The video is wobbly but if he slows the footage down, he might be able to screenshot a few good frames. There's just something surreal about indirectly looking at your mouth take him inch by inch. It's like you're his personal pornstar, though he's keen on making sure little no one gets to see how good you look.

You relax the back of your throat, slowly pushing him deeper until his pubes barely tickle your nose. A soft gag comes from you, but you're determined on deep-throating him at least once. Hyunjin uses his free hand to brush a few strands from your face, coaxing you. You hum in appreciation and fit the last few bits.

Hyunjin's tip presses deep against the deepest part of you, pulsing from your tight throat. You can tell he's trying not to move, to fuck into your hot mouth to not overstimulate you.

But he wants to. He can taste the orgasm on his tongue. So close, so warm, but you look so good with wide eyes. Tears brimming your lashes as you hollow your cheeks.

Hyunjin moans, a long, drawled-out sound that makes him throw his head back. "Fuck. You're gonna make me cum."

It's too difficult to speak, so you gently rock against his hips instead. As much as you would love for Hyunjin to bruise your mouth, this isn't the time. Right now, putting on a good show for the camera is your priority. To make sure you suck dick so good that Minho never bothers Hyunjin again with pictures.

His tip repeatedly hits the back of your throat, a little salty from the oozing precum. With one of your hands, you massage his balls. Hyunjin mewls at the sensation, toes curling in his shoes. His breath turns jagged, and now he can't help himself. His gentle hand turns rough as he reaches the back of your head. He makes a tight fist with your hair and drives his cock deep.

You gag, the tears finally falling from the relentless pace Hyunjin's set. He's already so close, you might as well let him use you.

"Look into the camera." Hyunjin's voice is rasp. While you were trying not to choke, your eyes were unfocused. Now you're trying desperately to look into the phone, mostly likely going cross-eyed from the force his his thrusts.

His cock twitches in your mouth and you brace for the spurts of cum. Even as your prepare, you can't help the gurgled squeak you make on Hyunjin's cock at the salty release. He shoots his hot load down your throat, and all you can taste and feel is cum. Your hand tightens around his sack and they tense in your hold.

He's moaning, panting like a dog behind the phone. Hyunjin gives a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling out, cum dribbling from the corner of your mouth.

You groan as your throat empties, using your tongue to wipe the semen as Hyunjin's cock slowly goes down. Once the cum has collected, you flatten your tongue to give a good look to the camera before tucking your tongue in your mouth, swallowing.

"And, scene!"

note! I am in a but of a rut, but hopefully this'll help me get back on game!

#smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids #skz hard hours #skz hyunjin #skz #hyunjin stray kids #stray kids hyunjin #hyunjin hwang #hyunjin #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #skzsmut

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miley1442111 · 17 hours

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choices and chances- art donaldson

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a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

summary: the last time you're second-place to tashi

pairing: art donaldson x reader

warnings: angst, feelings of disappointment, hurt, etc. +

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Art ran through the science building, tennis bag swinging from his back as he raced through students to get to you. Patrick was hot on his heels, shouting ‘where are you going?’ and ‘can you slow down?!’.

Art did not slow down. Art kept running.

He knew this was his last and final chance, that if he didn’t make it to this, he would lose you for good. He was still sweaty from a warm-up session with Tashi 10 minutes ago, his hat was practically falling off his head but he couldn’t have cared less.

As he came to a halting stop outside the lab you were having an exam in, his heart dropped when he saw the lights off and the chairs empty. He checked the time, 2:48pm. Your exam finished at 2:30, right?

Art opened your texts and scrolled back to the text in which you had told him about the date of your final exam, asking him to pick you up at 2:00pm.

“Fuck!” Art shouted, gaining many stares from the students around him. He quickly dialled your number (he had learnt it by heart) only to be met with an automated voice telling him that his number was blocked. “Fuck!”

His tennis bag was swung to the floor and he sat against the wall, anger and shame eating at him. You had a match against Tashi and a final science lab today, and he was too busy with Tashi, helping her warm up when he should've been with you.

“Hey, at least you’re off the hook,” Patrick patted him on the shoulder and Art blew up.

“I don’t want to be off the hook! I want her to be angry with me, I want her to see me, to want to see me! I want her to fight with me, because that’s all we fucking do nowdays and it’s all my fucking fault! Once again, I ruined the best chance I’ve ever had with tennis!” He shouted, standing up tall in front of Patrick. “And yes, Patrick, I’m aware that you’re dating Tashi and that you think I’m jealous, well I’m fucking not! I just want my girlfriend to still want to be my girlfriend! My Y/n to still be my Y/n! So don’t come to me every fucking time Tashi pisses you off, telling me that ‘I can have her’ because I don’t fucking want her!”

Patrick sat there stunned. Art had never raised his voice at him.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find my girlfriend,” Art said after gaining his composure once more, and starting to walk down the hall.

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Art didn’t find you before the match, but he was sitting beside an upset Patrick.

You came out in your Nike tennis outfit, Tashi in her Adidas, and the match began.

What ensued was real tennis. Tashi was talented, yes. But you, you were on fire. You beat Tashi Duncan. You actually beat Tashi Duncan.

Art couldn’t have been more proud. Or worried.

What if this actually was his last chance and he blew it on Tashi?

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He knocked on your dorm door with a bunch of lilies in his hand, your favourite. He had a whole plan, he would apologise, grovel, congratulate, then fuck you. Then, he’d spend all weekend with you and go into San Francisco for a city break.

You opened the door wearing one of his sweaters, a sleepy, but upset look in your eyes. “What?”

“Can we talk?” He asked, a smile on his face at your beautiful and drowsy state.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes and stepped outside instead of letting him in. Odd.

“I’m so sorry, I thought that the final ended at 2:30 and when I got there you were gone-”

“What time did you get there?” You asked, crossing your arms across your chest.

“2:30?” he lied.

“No you didn’t. I waited until 2:40 for you Art, fucking praying you would show up, don’t lie to me.”

Art sighed. “I’m sorry baby.”

“Look Art, I’m getting really tired of being second place to everyone, sorry- to Tashi, in your life so please just let me go,” you asked. “Now, I would really like to get back into my dorm.”

Art knew he had to fight for you. “Please, I wanted to make it up to you, I thought he could go to San-Fran this weekend, just you and me, no tennis, no distractions.”

“I have a match this weekend Art,” you rolled your eyes and Art sighed, realising he’d forgotten. “Y’know, the one you promised me you’d be at so you could meet my parents?”

“Yes of course, you know I’ll be there, I meant after we could go to San-Fran,” he smiled, his hands on your hips.

“Don’t bother coming, we’re done,” you shoved his hands off your body and walked back to your door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a very hot guy from my science class who would like to fuck me again, so I’ll see you around Arthur.”

You slammed the door in his face and his heart broke, he had lost you.

He had made his choices, and lost all of his chances.

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#art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #challengers #art challengers #mike faist x reader #mike faist #zendaya #tashi duncan #patrick zweig #luca guadagnino

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heart4gyu · 2 days

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the sundress theory || 02z x reader

note: once again i got this idea off tiktok so if it’s familiar that’s why lol… i was gonna do a full story for one member but then i couldn’t choose (they’ve been bias wrecking me so bad recently TT) so i’ll write this in celebration of 02z subunit coming soon!! pls leave comments it rly encourages me hope u enjoyyy ^_^

warnings: mdni, very suggestive, jake gets a lil jealous [sunghoon’s part is coming soon but i rly rly wanted to get this posted today TT so enjoy this for now :3]

park jongseong

“baby, can you come in here for a second,” you called out from your bedroom. you and jay had plans to go out and spend the day together, but while choosing your outfit you decided it would be a great opportunity to test out your little theory.

the moment he steps past the door, he stops dead in his tracks. you watch his eyes look you up and down, with his mouth gaped open.

“can you zip me up, please?” you ask, politely, acting oblivious to his reaction. he blinks a couple times before swallowing dryly and walking up to you.

“… this dress new?” he says, clearing his throat, which is unexplainably dry. his palms sweaty as he reaches for the zipper and trying to not stare so shamelessly at the view of your side boob.

“yeah, i wanted to wear it for you today since we’re going out,” you say as he finishes zipping you up. you turn to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, smiling innocently. his cheeks are a faint shade of red and he hesitates to touch you but it’s so cute since you’ve never seen him act this way. but the second his hands are on your waist, gripping the material of the dress, his whole demeanor changes.

“why don’t we stay in today instead?” he asks, turning your body to face your full length mirror, hands caressing your waist.

“but i thought you said you wanted to go try that new steak house?” you say, watching the way he’s looking at you through the mirror. he shakes his head, making eye contact with you in the mirror. he trails a couple kisses from your shoulder up to right behind your ear.

“i’m not really hungry for that anymore,” he says, his hand reaching around to grab your chin and turn your face towards him. your heart racing when you see how dark his eyes look now and he gives a small smirk to your reaction before leaning in to kiss you passionately. “there’s something else that i want…”

“hmm…” you pretend to think it over, turning to face him again and walking him back to the bed. “as long as you promise to make me a real good dinner afterwards,” you say, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“of course, darling, we’ll both have something to enjoy tonight,” he says, a satisfied smile on his face. you reach for the zipper but he stops you. he quickly switches your positions and lays you down on the bed. “you can leave it on.”

sim jaeyun

jake was fine. he was holding it together just fine. when you showed him the dress at home, he swore his heart stopped beating for a second, but he was fine.

“what do you think?” you said, stepping out into the living room, where he was waiting for you on the couch. his jaw dropped slightly as he looked up at you from his phone.

“what do i think?!” he said, his undivided attention on you now. he approached you, very gently placed his hands on your shoulders and dragging them down your arms, taking in the full image of you. “you look gorgeous, angel.”

and he complimented you the whole rest of the morning. he complimented you in the car on the way to your usual coffee shop. even when he was sitting at the table watching you order the drinks at the counter, he was thinking of all the compliments he’d give you when you came back.

though, it wasn’t until he noticed the barista that he realized everyone else could see how beautiful you looked too. jake watched him point down towards your dress and say something, then, saw you place a hand on your chest and reply something back, a shy smile on your face. this unsettled jake but he didn’t want to make it obvious.

“what was that about?” he asked as you sat down next to him with your drinks.

“what?” you replied, having let the conversation with the barista completely slip your mind.

“the guy… what did he say to you?” he pressed, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him by your hip. his face was only a couple inches away from yours when you looked over at him. he was watching you so intently, you couldn’t help but giggle a bit at how cute he was.

“jaeyun,” you laughed, cupping his cheek and maintaining eye contact with him. “he just said my dress was pretty, it didn’t mean anything from him.”

that and a lil peck to his cheek was enough to get jake to drop the issue. you finished your drinks and headed back to car, where he was still a little pouty.

“jakey… his compliment meant nothing after all the nice things you’ve said to me today, you know that right?” you said, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips. he nodded, leaning in for more and who were you to reject him now.

“i know i believe you, but can we just go home now?” he said, with his eyes closed and lips still touching with yours. then you felt his cold hand come in contact with your upper thigh making you gasp.

“why do you want to go home? we were supposed to go shopping…” you said, observing the way his chest rose and fell, heavily.

“can i be honest?” he asked, opening his eyes now to see your response. you simply nodded and he sat up a bit, sliding his hand under your dress now making you press your thighs together. “i really wanna clear off the back seat and take you right here.”

you did, in fact, let him take you back home… and yes, he made it up to you by taking you on a shopping spree the next day.

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I'm down on my knees (I wanna take you there)

"I liked... how it felt when you held me by the throat. Just. Feeling your hands, knowing that I could let go and you'd got me. I felt, I dunno, safe? That's what I liked about it, I think."

The way Eddie beams at him makes Steve's heart beat faster and a kaleidoscope of butterflies take flight inside him. Eddie looks as if Steve has just given him the most precious gift he's ever received, and Steve thinks he'd do anything to make Eddie look at him like that. He kisses Steve like that too, gratitude and awe and something else, something that almost tastes like love in the way his tongue caresses Steve's.

"I... you're... fuck, I don't know what to say," Eddie pants against his mouth, their lips barely a breath apart.

"That's a first," Steve teases him back, giddy happiness chasing away the last vestiges of his nightly terrors. It's hard to be anything but happy in the face of a stunned Eddie looking up at him, eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile.

"Brat," he answers, and it sounds like sweetheart and darling and baby to him.

Then something changes in Eddie's eyes. His hands slide from Steve's back to his shoulders and down his arms, intertwining their fingers.

"You want to try this now, Stevie?"

"Yes. Please."

"Always so polite, so sweet to me." Eddie brings first his left, then his right hand to his mouth and plants a soft kiss on the back of it. "I want you to be a good boy and relax. Let me take care of you, okay? Same rules as last time. You can tell me to slow down or stop at any time, and I will, no questions asked. I won't get mad. I want to make you feel good, so is there anything else you want besides my hands around your throat?"

Steve thinks about it, takes his time, because this is important. Eddie wants him to be good, to be honest and tell him what he wants, so Steve tries.

"Maybe you could..." he begins, slowly raising his eyes from their intertwined hands to Eddie's face. "I want you to take off your clothes, too. I want it to be just us, nothing between us. I want you to see all of me and I want to see all of you."

Almost playfully, Eddie kisses the tip of Steve's nose and grins at him. "Your wish is my command, love."

Love.

Before he can think any further about the new pet name, Eddie begins to undress, first taking off his sleep shirt before standing up and pulling down his pajama pants. Steve swallows hard as he takes him in.

He's seen Eddie naked before, explored his skin, tasted his cum. But it was all in the heat of the moment, no time to just... look. Admire the beautiful man before him, his pale skin and dark ink, the sparse chest hair, the jewelry around his neck and on his fingers glistening in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Eddie's body is slender, with long limps and a small waist. But there are muscles in his arms and the width of his shoulders. He's so undeniably masculine that it makes Steve's stomach do a little flip, and that's before he takes the time to take in Eddie's half-hard dick, nestled in a thick tuft of dark pubic hair.

"Like what you see?" the smug bastard asks, as if he couldn't tell by the way Steve hasn't even dared to take a breath since Eddie lost his pants.

"It's okay, I guess," Steve says, sounding too breathless to convince anyone.

Eddie laughs indulgently, spreads his arms wide and does a slow turn, showing Steve every glorious inch of his body. Even his flat ass does it for Steve and he wonders if Eddie has cast some kind of spell on him. Steve's heart may be trigger-happy, but the way he fell for Eddie, fast and hard, is unheard of, even for him.

"Now you," Eddie winks at him before rubbing his hands like a greedy goblin, making Steve snort an unsexy laugh. Eddie just grins back at him, obviously happy to have made Steve laugh.

Then the grin slowly fades from his face as he lets his eyes roam over Steve, and as he saunters over to him, hunger replaces the playfulness in his eyes. When he reaches Steve, Eddie doesn't hesitate before pulling him into a deep, dirty kiss. It feels like Eddie wants to crawl inside Steve through his mouth, and by God, Steve would let him.

Steve pulls away from Eddie's eager lips and places a finger over them, effectively stopping Eddie from chasing his mouth.

"Now me," Steve says, standing up from the bed, Eddie's hands not letting go of him until he is completely out of their grasp.

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“Turning Page”

Chapter One! “ ‘I'll never leave’, never mind”

Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader

Summary: Once Bucky regained consciousness and was no longer the Winter Soldier, all he missed from the 40s was his wife. But maybe she's closer than he thought.

Warnings: English is NOT my first language, so I'm sorry if there are too many errors. Futhermore i don't think there are many warnings, a little bit of angst, memory loss, betrayal, trauma, Insecurities and other things that you will discover throughout the story. And the best part: Thanos doesn't exist here

The infirmary doors were opened in an angry shove, making a loud noise as the metal of the door met the wall. A nervous Bucky walked past with hurried steps.

“Bucky, Wait!” Steve shouted trying to keep up with his friend's steps. “No one can enter the room yet, they are carrying out tests”

“I need to see, Steve!” He shouted in a broken voice as he continued his way through the corridors of the compound's medical wing. “I need to see with my own eyes...”

The sentence died down when he stopped walking, facing the glass window of the hospital room.

It was you.

Bucky had the image of you memorized perfectly in his head, he could describe everything that had changed since 1940 with just one look, your hair was a few inches longer, there were a few small scars on your face. But it was still you.

He felt like his heart had stopped beating for a few moments.

He ran a metal hand over his face, holding back the sob that threatened to escape his throat. “It’s her Steve” Bucky placed a hand on the glass, almost as if he could feel it.

“It's her, Bucky” Steve said cautiously “But... We don't know what happened to her this whole time, we'll only know how she is when she wakes up.”

That's when realization hit Bucky, his fist closed against the glass, about to punch the wall.

“I’m going to kill those bastards” Bucky said, unable to calm the anger he felt towards those men, what if you went through everything he went through? All the torture he had to endure for years and years? The thought of you suffering like he did made Bucky's heart sink towards his stomach.

“Natasha is interrogating the man who told us she was there” Steve said “She’s waiting for us.”

“I was waiting for you” your voice echoed through the room before Bucky took you by the waist and gave you a kiss full of love. “Sergeant Barnes now then?”

You pulled away to take a good look at your husband, he was wearing the brown suit of a WWII soldier.

“For you it’s always ‘my love’, doll” Bucky said taking you in his arms, this was something you loved about your relationship, even after so long together you still acted like teenagers who had just started a fiery passion.

But Bucky didn’t fail to notice when you lowered your head to hide your teary eyes.

“Hey, doll, what’s wrong?” He already knew the answer, he knew it and it left him almost inconsolable before going to sleep.

“I’m afraid Bucky, what if you don’t come back?” Her voice became lower and lower as the doubt became more terrifying in her mind.

“I will come back doll, I promise you, not in a million years i'm leaving you alone” He placed a hand on your neck, forcing you to look at him.

“You can’t promise that” You said unsurely. “You don’t know if you’re really going to come back. ”

“Then you can marry Steve” He tried to joke to lighten up, and you couldn’t help but let out a tearful laugh, punching him in the shoulder.

“This isn't funny, you know?” You said wiping away your tears. “I know, I know” he apologized pulling you into a tight hug. “I will never leave you doll, that's the only thing I'll keep in mind while I fight: I can't leave my princess behind.”

“How did you know Y/N Barnes was alive?” Natasha asked the man chained in front of her, Bucky and Steve were on the other side of the mirrored glass.

“She was never dead, Hydra has been with her since Steve Rogers was presumed dead” Steve looked down, he still blamed himself for that, for leaving you alone even after you losing your husband.

“What did Hydra wanted with her?” Natasha asked coldly, leaning over the table. “Why did they taked her?”

“Even after we erased the Winter Soldier's memory, he always ended up remembering her at some point, we wanted to create an advantage in this regard, if he decided he was no longer on our side, we would threaten to kill her”

Bucky kicked the nearest chair, cowering in rage. He was ready to go into that room and kill that man in the most violent way ever recorded. “And why didn’t they do that when he disappeared?”

“He was already gone, we couldn't find him, but she didn't lose her usefulness, during the time she was at the base, she made a lot of noise after finding out that James Barnes was alive, sometimes she could spend an entire day screaming for her husband, it was irritating, so we decided to erase her memory, it became much easier to experiment on her after that.” The man was dismissive, he had nothing left to lose, he was already sentenced to prison, now he just wanted to see Sergeant Barnes suffer.

“Still, she always remembered him eventually, we also used it to test the soldier's memory, every time after we erased his memory, we took him to her, only to see he didn't recognize her, she would cry for days.”

At this point, Bucky was curled up in the corner of the wall, holding his head as the tears fell. You called out to him, you spent days screaming for him, you were in the same place as him all the time and he was never even able to recognize you.

It was tearing him apart, it was breaking everything inside him. He was about to leave, unable to listen any longer, when Natasha's question reached his ears.

“Experiments? So she has the super soldier serum?” Bucky turned around, waiting for the answer “No, but we trained her, she was very good at carrying out the missions she was sent, Y/N Barnes killed a lot of people”

That was the final straw for Bucky, they made his precious sweet girl spill blood.

He walked into the room, ignoring Steve's comments about calming down. He grabbed the man by the collar of his clothes and pushed him violently against the wall, starting to throw punches with his metal arm, he could spend hours beating and it still wouldn't be enough, but Steve ripped him off before the man's face was deformed.

“Never put her name in your mouth again! Your bastard! I'll kill you!" Bucky screamed trying to free himself from Steve, Natasha got in front of Bucky and ordered Steve to get him out of there.

Steve left dragging a nervous Bucky. “Look, I have the same desire as you, I wanted to go in there and finish him off, but that’s not how you solve things Bucky!”

Bucky sat on the chair he had kicked minutes ago, putting his head in his hands, everything in him was shaking, a mixture of hatred, anguish and guilt. “They put her through hell, Steve!” He stood up abruptly, putting his hand over his mouth. “All this because I left her alone, I forgot about her! I promised I would always be there for her and I just forgot about her!”

Steve looked at his friend with a very strong tightness in his chest, this whole situation hurt him in a way he couldn't even explain, imagine how much it was hurting Bucky? How much did it hurt you, going through all of this alone?

He still remembered when he had to break the news to you.

“Steve!” You said happily after opening the door to the apartment you and Bucky shared. “Oh, I'm so happy to see you! I still haven't gotten used to the fact that you're taller than me now” You walked forward giving Steve a hug, noticing that his face wasn't looking good but you wanted to ignore all the crazy theories in your head. “Where is my husband? Why didn't he come with you? I already said you can't steal it from me” You joked, despairing when Steve didn't laugh.

“I'm so sorry Y/n... Bucky...” Steve started to speak but you interrupted before he could finish his line of reasoning. "No! Don’t say that Steve, it’s not true, it can’t be true, don't you dare to lie to me!” You said taking steps back, with your hand on your stomach, feeling like you were going to throw up.

“He promised... He told me he would come back!” You started to cry as Steve walked over pulling you into a hug.

Your legs no longer had the strength to keep you standing when you started crying and sobbing in Steve's arms. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry” Steve kept repeating, even though his heart was breaking more and more.

“He promised me Steve! He has to come back” You repeated between sobs, Steve didn’t know what to say when your pain seemed to be consuming you.

That day, he laid you in bed, made you some tea and sat next to you until you Say a sentence that ended that super soldier.

“The worst lie I’ve ever heard: ‘I’ll never leave.’” You sighed with heavy eyes “Never mind”

After saying that you fell asleep, Steve couldn't put into words how painful it was to see your red and swollen face sleeping.

“I promise to take care of you Y/n, I won’t leave you alone, for Bucky”

Even so many years later Steve's heart hurts knowing that if he hadn't left, maybe you wouldn't have been alone, and now he feels even more guilty knowing that if he had been around, Hydra wouldn't have taken you.

He felt like it was his fault, even if it wasn't.

Steve's thoughts were interrupted by the door opening.

“Sergeant, Captain” Tony appeared in the room, a curious and relieved look on his face “She woke up”

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How does Tommy react when he finds out Buck keeps a ring cutter in his kitchen?

The water on the stove is boiling over and the sauce splattered onto the collar of his shirt and the oven timer’s going off and Buck is digging through his fridge for the pecorino cheese and all he’s finding is parmesan, but that’s not the same and he can’t–

There’s a knock at the door. Shit. Either Tommy’s early or Buck is running way, way behind. One glance at the clock on the top of the oven confirms it’s the latter. “It’s open!” Buck calls, abandoning the open refrigerator in favor of jabbing at the button below the clock to stop the timer’s incessant beeping. He pulls the oven door open, steam pouring out and settling over his skin as he huffs out a frustrated breath, trying to remember where he set down the oven mitts earlier. He grabs a dish towel from the counter instead, folding it over before using it to pull the tray of garlic bread from the oven.

He sets it on the stove with a small clatter, dropping the tray the last inch or two as the heat bleeds through the thin dish towel and reaches his skin. He mumbles a curse beneath his breath, shaking his fingers out as he flips the tap on and shoves them beneath the cool stream of water.

He looks up at the sound of the front door closing, and everything settles as he sees Tommy there. The frantic beat of his heart turns calmer, his breath comes a little easier. Everything slows down.

Buck watches as Tommy flips the lock into place and toes off his shoes, leaving them beside the door, next to Buck’s own. It’s been a couple of months now, and Buck still feels a pleasant hum beneath his skin each time he sees Tommy. Anticipation and eagerness and adoration all beating from his heart and swimming in his veins, an exhilarating combination made absolutely intoxicating when coupled with the way Tommy looks at him so reverently, as if he’s something special.

“You have to lock your door, Evan,” Tommy says by way of greeting. “You never know who’s….” his sentence trails off as he turns to face Buck and takes in the sight before him. The refrigerator is wide open, as is the oven, not to mention three or four drawers and cabinets. The pot on the stove is still bubbling over, and there’s Buck, standing in the midst of it all with a dish towel slung over his shoulder and his fingers beneath the faucet.

Tommy crosses the room quickly, pushing the refrigerator doors closed, and then the oven. He steps up behind Buck, his arms wrapping around him from behind. Buck gives Tommy his weight almost instantly, all but melting into him. Tommy’s fingers wrap around Buck’s wrists, his touch gentle yet insistent as he turns Buck’s hands over, no doubt searching for signs of injury.

“Burn yourself?” Tommy asks, concern edging into his voice.

Buck shrugs, letting out a long, deep breath. “Kind of,” he admits. “It’s not bad. I— I think I’m alright, I just…” his voice trails off as Tommy runs his fingers over his palms, then his fingers, letting the water rush over his own hands without a care if it gets on his sleeves.

“Hmm,” Tommy hums, a low rumble in his chest. “Looks okay,” he assures him, punctuating his declaration with a kiss to Buck’s temple. Buck lets out a deep breath, relaxing against him. Tommy is a warm, welcome weight behind him, broad and strong and steady and safe. “Sorry,” Buck mumbles, reaching to turn off the tap before turning around in Tommy’s arms and looking up at him. “I– I’m behind and the water’s boiling over and I can’t find the right cheese, and I– I wanted to have all this done before you got here and–”

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In the Bleak Midwinter

SYNOPSIS: You always knew Tommy as the cheerful boy who took care of you. He always knew you as the smart girl that he visited by the docks. The daughter of a prostitute, the son of a deadbeat father; a soldier who protected his country; a whore who protected him; a gangster who controlled Brimingham; and now, a wife. War changes people, you just didn't realize that war could change you both. (angst, abuse, canon-typical themes, death, war, MDNI, mature themes) AN: Don’t look at the comments / reblogs if you don’t want spoilers!! But please discuss what you think once you’re done reading 🤍

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“So fucking close…” he whispers to himself, inhaling. He turns around and looks up, maybe he could conjure you right now. One last time before he died. “Oh and there’s a woman…a woman who I love and I got close. Nearly got fucking everything!” he shouts. “Oh, what the fuck. Get it done, boys,” he tells them. He kneels before the man.

“In the bleak midwinter…” Tommy says to himself, voice raspy and tired. “In the bleak midwinter…” he whispers to himself, his body shaking. He didn’t know where he was. He just knew that he was going to get killed today. The hole on the ground is where he’ll be buried and he never got the chance to be with you. “In the bleak…in—“

He couldn’t die today. Dread fills his body. You were still at the tracks with Simon. This wasn’t a part of the plan. He was supposed to kill Simon. He was supposed to have fun while doing it while you sat, unaware with Alfie Solomons in the private room. Sweat trickles on his face, and he closes his eyes. The blood on his forehead had dried up and his heart was beating wildly in his chest. He couldn’t believe that the last thing he ever did on this fucking ground was smoke a cigarette. So close. So close…so fucking close.

The sound of a gun going off echoes in the vast field and he finds himself inside the hole. He stays there, appalled.

“Get out of the grave, tinker! Be on your fucking way!”

He stumbles out, unbalanced. Shock was still inside his body. He trips and lands on his face, his palms on the wet ground and he screams. So fucking close. He shakes his head, standing up and sobbing as he did so, on the way home…on the way to you.

He pours himself a glass of Irish whisky. He’s got some ideas for the future of the company…and also, he’s planning on getting something.

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron…

BIRMINGHAM, 1922

Tommy couldn’t believe his fucking luck. How many times does he have to wait for things to finally fucking settle? How many more years should he wait for you? He didn’t mind—how could he ever mind when it came to you?

He couldn’t forget the relief that washed over him when Alfie called him to say that the job’s been done. He was supposed to get the locket in his office and go to the tracks but Alfie stopped him.

“Y/N killed Simon Coventry,” Alfie said. “Shot him dead like…mush, bone, mush. Saw her checking for his heartbeat after. I told her not to cry over spilled milk,” he snickers. “Do you get it, mate? Spilled milk?”

He tells Tommy about how shaken you were after the police investigation…how you kept it to yourself until the last officer went out. You were wailing and stuttering ‘he’s dead’ over and over. Alfie told him that he will get one of his men to send the gun to his office for safekeeping. Tommy knew that he should give you some time but he couldn’t wait anymore. He knew that you sold your London mansion and lived in Birmingham now. He knew that you bought the mansion with the garden; the one where you both used to frequent in as kids. He knew that all because he had some of the Blinders guard the property from afar. He knew that all because he passed by the house to get a glimpse of you but the house was quiet, eerie, and lacked life. Polly nor Ada couldn’t get in yet. It all happened too much…too fast…in a span of years, to have Simon dead at the sound of a gun was shocking.

It’s been a year and he couldn’t believe he waited that long to come visit you when he knows you the most. He shakes with anticipation everyday. He was looking forward to seeing you last year, to finally telling you all about his love for you. Maybe it was him who needed you more because you made your own world without him, but he couldn’t give a fuck anymore. You’ve both been apart for what felt like decades and he will burn the world if he’s apart from you for a day more.

It was raining and he drove to your house in his black car. The mansion with a garden. How foolish you both were when you dreamed those dreams. Life was never that easy. Blood was shed, lives were taken for his ambition. It didn’t matter right now. Not in this second. The rain just gets stronger. He forgot his umbrella but it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered right now. He could see your figure from the back of the house looking through the French windows of your new home. Funny, you both got what you wanted. He got the Arrow House and you had this manor but they were both so fucking lifeless. He imagined a different house. He imagined a house with kids, with you during the war. He was looking at you and frowned when he saw you leave. Should he knock at the door? Should he just go back? Did you even want to see him?

Drops of rain wet his coat and he removed his Peaky hat, tossing it away to fix his hair. He should’ve gotten an umbrella. His shoes slosh with every step and the chill eats away his bones but he will be warm soon.

Thunder wakes the Birmingham sky and he sees you…a few metres away from him in your dress.

“Tommy!” you called, an umbrella in your hand. You rushed towards him to give him shelter from the rain. The mud from the grass made your bare feet wet but you didn’t care. Tommy was here…he was finally here. He meets you halfway, underneath your black umbrella. He smiles, chest against yours.

“We can’t fit,” he chuckled, a glimmer of the youth that you used to see in his eyes appearing. “Y/N,”

“Tommy,” you replied, a bashful smile on your face. “Let’s go inside,” you tell him but he holds your arm to keep you from leaving. “Tom?”

“I’m sorry,” he says, his hand coming up to touch your face but he wasn’t sure. Was it alright to touch you now? “I—I,” he tries to think of words to say, every single emotion getting trapped in his throat. He coughs, shaking his head. “I miss you,”

A single tear trails down your cheek and you wipe it away.

“Looks like the world is finally quiet,” you replied, smiling at him. “I’ve missed you too, Tom,” you chuckled, laying your head on his chest. “I’ve missed you so, so, so much,”

He nods, wrapping his arms around you. You look at him again, a small smile on your face.

“Did you know that…that—“ he coughs. Fuck.

“Tommy?”

“I’ve always thought of ways to tell you this back in the war and I just—I guess the delays and everything and fuck, love. I’ve loved you since we played with your toy horses outside the brothel,” he breathes out. “And I’m sorry, so, so fucking sorry that it took me so long to tell you. That you had to go through all that because you thought that I didn’t love you when I did. I’ve loved you since then and I still love you now. I love you and I just hope that I’m not too late because God, Y/N. You were the one who saved me..who protected me all these years and I can’t lose you again,” he tells you, his hands cradling your face. “I thought…I thought I was going to die when Sabini’s men took me, Y/N and all I could think of was you. How were you? Were you free? You were the only one in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I love you, Y/N. I love you so, so much,” he adds tenderly, his forehead against yours. You were smiling at him, tears streaming down your face. Tommy loves you. Tommy loves you.

“I love you too, Tommy,” you whispered. “I’ve loved you all this time. I can’t believe we’re finally here,” you smiled at him. Tommy throws away the umbrella in your hand. He takes your chin with his fingers gently. Tommy could feel his heart beat faster and faster. He knew that if he'd kiss you now, he’d dream of your beautiful face and soft lips forever. With bated breath, he takes in your expressions, trying to look for any signs of doubt but he couldn’t see it. Is this how it’s like to kiss the face of an angel? He licks his lips and then…and then, he kisses you. He was reborn. His reincarnation was complete. Earthly lifetimes before this had nothing on the life that he will build with you. He loves you. You love him. Tommy kisses you with years of passion and tenderness in his heart. The crease on his brows melts away and your whimpering sounded like God whispering to his ear. Nevermind the rain, nevermind everything. You were here and so was he.

Tommy’s been staying over at your house ever since you professed your love for each other. He’d leave in the morning to attend to some business and then come back in the afternoon, shedding layers of today’s work into your arms.

“How are you so beautiful?” he asks in hushed tones. His finger trails down your cheek gently. “I love you,”

“Tommy,” you chuckled. “You’ve been showering me with praise.”

“I’ve been waiting all my life to say these things to you, love. I’ll make up for those lost years everyday.”

“I love you, Tommy,” you told him, rising from your position to kiss his cheek. “I don’t think I can love anyone else as much as I love you,”

“Pol knows about us,” he whispers. “I think John and Arthur are wondering where I’m always off to because they never see me home,”

“Nothing escapes past her,” you told him. “I miss her…I still can’t believe she intercepted those letters. I don’t know…I can’t hold a grudge against her but I can’t…”

“It’s alright. I understand,” he replied. “Took me a while to get over it too because…because if she didn’t, we’d have all of this earlier,”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you loved me before?”

“I wanted to tell you before I left but I can’t make you wait for me that long. I knew I was coming back to you but what if I couldn’t?” he asked. He holds your body closer to him. The hushed tones that you spoke in made the bedroom so homey, comfortable, and nice. His chin falls on the top of your head. “Why didn’t you tell me that you loved me?”

“I didn’t want you to love me,” you told him. “I was a prostitute, Tom and I…I don’t want to love you when I can’t give you all of me,” you whispered.

“It wouldn’t have mattered. I would have done something to make sure that you wouldn’t have to do any of that.” he said. He takes your fingers into his, weaving his with yours.

“Are you off to see Y/N again?” Polly asked, sipping on her tea while she watched her nephew fix his coat. Tommy patted himself down, making sure that everything was in place.

“Of course, Pol,” he smiles. “Off to see my woman,”

“Can…can you tell her that she’s invited for Sunday’s dinner?” Polly asked, wiping her worries away by rubbing her hands. “I’ve missed her. The family misses her,”

“I’ll try to,” Tommy replied. “But don’t expect anything, Pol,”

“Of course,” she replied. Her lips pursed together. “I wanted to tell her about…how sorry I am for the things I’ve done. It should have been your decision to stay in touch and not mine, no matter how much I justify it. I—I feel as though it was my fault for putting her through all of that, Tom,”

“Thank you, Pol,” Tommy nodded.

“What has she been up to these days?” she asked.

“Fixing her estate and her properties,” he replied. “She’s been mostly cooped inside the house,” Polly only nods to herself, unsure of what to say. Tommy leaves with a click of his tongue.

When he arrived at your house, you were in your office, sorting through some of the documents Simon left you. You look up at him from where you were sitting with a smile and he takes that as a sign to come closer. He kisses your shoulder lightly before reading over the documents.

“You want to rest?” he asked, voice husky. He puts his hands on your shoulders and massages you gently.

“Thanks, Tommy,”

“Polly’s inviting you to come to Sunday’s dinner,” he says. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to nor do you have to answer now. Ada’s gonna be there along with Karl. John and the kids…Arthur and Finn. Pol and then, me,”

Tommy kisses the top of your head, watching you sort through the papers.

“Can I…can I think about it?” you asked him. You could see how important it is to him but you couldn’t agree just because he’s Tommy. It didn’t work that way anymore. He hums, satisfied with your reply before sitting on the chair adjacent to the table.

“Anything I can do to help?” he asked.

“Just…some of his unsettled accounts,” you sighed. “I want them paid to avoid issues,” you told him. He takes a document and reads it over. Oh. “I want to start a foundation for children or at least, fund an orphanage and a school,”

“Do it,” he tells you. “Simon has left a considerable amount of properties to last generations.”

“What time should I go to Arrow House for Sunday’s dinner?” you asked. Tommy halts and looks at you with a grateful smile.

“I’ll come get you,” he says, kissing your cheek. “Thank you. I know it’s not easy,” he tells you. You only nod, if Tommy can look at you like that again, then a thousand awkward dinners don’t mean a thing.

Sunday comes and you stand at the door of Arrow House with his hand on your back. He could see you fumble nervously. You almost looked shy. An amused smile graces his face. Why would you be so shy when you’ve told John off multiple times? You helped raise Finn. Ada basically considers you as a sister. You were the only person that Arthur respects. Polly thinks of you as her daughter.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his raspy voice coating you like honey. You nod and he chuckles, opening the door to his mansion.

The Shelbys were everywhere. Ada was running after Karl and John’s kids. Arthur was laughing at something that John probably said. Polly was nowhere to be found, probably fussing in the kitchen.

“See? It’s like you never left,” he comforts you. He knows better than to have the attention all on you so he tries to slip past everyone without being noticed. Still, your arrival was much awaited and soon enough, you were engulfed in strong arms.

“Y/N!” John greets, hugging you tighter. “Oh, everyone! Y/N’s here!” he announces and you chuckle.

“John…” Tommy warns but before his little brother can let you go, Arthur slings an arm around your shoulder.

“How are you, dove?” he asked.

“I’ve been well,” you replied. Ada comes next, shooing her brothers away to have you all to herself.

“Y/N. It’s been so long since we last saw each other. You loom as radiant as ever! I hope my idiot brother’s treating you well, hm?” she asked, pointedly looking at an amused Tommy who was leaning by the fireplace. “Seriously, how are you? Are you doing well?” she asks in a more serious tone.

“I am,” you replied. “Sorry it took me a year to recover,” you replied.

“We understand, Y/N. We could’ve waited longer but Tommy here couldn’t. He was so fidgety!” she chuckled. “Basically pissed on everyone for a whole year! He almost got in a brawl with Arthur. That’s how miserable Tommy was but then again, you’ve never really seen Tommy being aggressive,”

“I haven’t,” you replied. Honestly, you were so glad that Tommy kept his gang and violence from you. You’ve never seen him land a punch even though you knew that he slept beside a gun.

“Thank you for coming, though,” Ada says. “We all missed you and we wanted to come visit you but Tommy warned us to give you time and space until you’re ready after what happened,”

“You know that I’m always happy to be here. Everything was just too much at so little time, Ada,” you replied. “I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like I didn’t want you to be with me when I moved back here. I needed room to grow and heal,”

“You don’t have to apologise, Y/N. In any case, I actually feel quite guilty for the things that I allowed myself to put you through. All of us played a part in your marriage with Simon Coventry. I just…if you’re being forced or if there’s an inkling that you don’t want to be with Tommy—“

“Ada!” you laughed lightly. It puts a smile on her face. How long has it been since you laughed like that? “I’m alright. I love Tommy and I love your family. There’s not a day that I don’t want to see him. I’m always looking forward to his visits and when he can't, I still do the same anyway.” you told her.

“That’s great,” she smiled. “I’m happy for you, Y/N. Tommy’s really lucky,”

You were so engrossed with your conversation with Ada that you didn’t see Polly approaching. It was Ada who called Polly over. Tension settles on your spine; creeping up like ice. Your throat dries and Ada coughs.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” she says, smiling at you encouragingly before leaving. Polly walks towards you cautiously, scared that she’ll scare you. You smile at her tightly, your cheeks hurting from the control.

“I…” you sighed, looking away. “I know that you want what is best for me but you didn’t have to intercept the letters,” you started. “I know that we didn’t know when Tommy’s coming back…or if he’s coming back and you wanted me to take the opportunity to–”

“Y/N,” she stops you, a soft hand on your crossed arms. “You don’t have to defend me. I’m so sorry for what happened and for what I did. I had no right to do what I did. If it wasn’t for me, you’d be happy…you’d–” she chokes. “I’m so sorry, my love,” she whispers, a stray tear on her face. She tries to shake it off. “I’m really sorry. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me someday,”

“But I forgive you, Pol,” you told her. “It was hard to do so and it’s harder to repair what we lost but you can’t blame yourself for the things that Simon did. We both didn’t know,” you told her. “Thank you for apologising and…thank you for always looking out for me,”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so, so sorry,” she cried. She could feel her throat tighten and her eyes glisten. You smiled at her. Maybe this was what you needed to finally close that part in your life.

The afternoon was filled with reunions and with warmth. A regular weekend at the Shelby’s, just like when you and Tommy were younger. Oh how you’ve missed them–how you’ve missed having a family.

The night was quiet at the Arrow House. Everybody left at the sight of nightfall, dimming laughter filling the halls. You and Tommy were at the drawing room in the second storey of his mansion, looking at the cars that left one by one. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, his chin on the crook of your neck. He breathes in and kisses what he could kiss.

“You alright?” he asked, pulling you closer.

“Very,” you told him. “Made me realise how much I missed having your family around…I miss having a family,”

“You are a part of us, you know that, right?” he asked.

“I know,” you replied, laying closer to him.

“You can be a part of us. A real Shelby,” he whispers. “Y/N, look at me,” he asks of you, removing his hands gently and turning your around.

“Tommy?”

“Did you know Polly told me that only love can blind a man as powerful as me?” he asked. “I realised that wasn’t the case. It was you all along, love. My love for you is secondary. You’re the one who makes me weak, who makes me blind. I love you so much. I’ll burn the world if it means that you’re safe, you’re with me, and you’re happy. Y/N, do you want to be a Shelby?” he asked. He pulls out a ring from his bolster shakily. You’ve never seen him nervous. “I’ve held onto this for so long. This was the first thing I bought when I came back from war,” he says. The gold ring with a single diamond glimmers. “I thought of getting you something else…a bigger diamond, maybe but material things don’t matter to me anymore. The only thing I can promise is my love, my loyalty. I am the only thing I can promise you. I’m quite scared because if you’ll marry me, you’ll marry a man and you will marry a curse. I can’t…I can’t go on like this anymore. I can’t go on without you anymore. It’s selfish, I know but will you marry me, Y/N?” he asked. You stood there, dumbfounded.

“Tommy–of course, I’ll marry you,” you replied, tears streaming down your face. “I’ve loved you for so long,” you chuckled, extending your hand towards his equally shaky ones. He puts the ring on your ring finger. It has always belonged to you. “I’ll marry you right now. Oh, Tom,” you cried, kissing him feverishly. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. Is this life even real?

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” he rasps and you nod. He holds your hand with his gentle ones and sits you on the bed. He smiles at you in the dimming light of his bedroom. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. He was afraid to see you disappear if he was too loud. “So beautiful for me,” he says, tucking a stray hair and kissing the spot under your ear. You hum, fishing for the buttons of his shirt and he chuckles, forcefully removing it from himself.

“Tom,” you whispered, unbuttoning your dress. He nods, leaning on the headboard and letting you straddle him. The softness of your skin against his was sending him over the edge but he chooses to control himself. He lets your dress and brassiere fall on your shoulders, your breasts bare to him. He angles himself, taking a nipple in his mouth and licking it softly. You whimpered, the feeling of his mouth on one of the most sensitive parts of your body was something that you never thought was going to happen.

“Is it alright if I bite?” he asked and you nodded. “Say it. Come on, love,”

“Do whatever you want to me, Tommy,” you mewled, hands massaging your silky breasts while he sucks on your nipple.

“Fuck, love,” He groans at your response, bucking his hips unexpectedly. “The things you do to a man, Y/N. The things you do to me,” his hands travel on your sides, goosebumps appearing from the softness of his touch. Tommy cups your heat through your underwear. “Remove your dress for me,”

You nod, the cold hitting you all at once when you raised yourself from him. He watches the fabric flow so softly until you are left with nothing but your underwear.

“Remove that too,” he says, and you nodded. “You’re so obedient, Y/N,” he praises. “May I?” he asked and you nodded, a thick finger dipping in your wetness. You both moaned at the contact before he removed it slowly. You watched as he brought his finger up to his mouth, making a show of licking you off of him. “You’re so sweet,”

“Tommy,” you whimpered. “Don’t tease me,”

“Alright, alright,” he replied. You remove yourself from him, laying down on the bed with your legs spread wide. He can see your pussy glisten and he curses himself, removing his pants hastily before joining you. “Spit,” he orders you, his hand waiting expectedly by your mouth. You obliged and watched him jerk himself off. “Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he says.

“Tommy–”

“Please,” he begs. “I’ll do it. I’ll fucking do it,”

“I want you to make love to me, Tommy,” you whimpered. “Please show me how much you love me,”

“Oh, love,” he groans. Tommy comes towards you, so close, so warm. His hands found your knees and he caressed your knees. “You're so beautiful, darling,”

“Tom,” you mewled. His prying fingers found your heat. He cups your mound and then parts your folds, rubbing them up and down. He smiles at you, leaning over your figure until his nose brushes yours.

“Hey,” he tells you. He watches you closely and he wonders why he never had the courage to tell you how much he loved you earlier. The curve of your lips, the lashes on your eyes…he wanted to memorise every part of you and commemorate it. He leans down, his mouth on your mouth, kissing you so slowly. This is love, you thought. Tommy nudges your legs wider apart, his tip pressing into your wetness. “Fuck, love,” he rasps, rutting into your more roughly.

“I need you inside me, Tom,” you breathed. He nods, aligning himself on your wet slit. He feels the anticipation run through his veins. He never would have even dreamed of this. In a slow stroke, Tommy’s cock finds its way inside easily; years of longing, passion, and pent-up emotions seeping through your pores.

“You’re, ugh—“ he groans. Fuck. “Don’t fucking move yet. I’ll—“

“Tom—“ you mewled, grinding on his pelvis in circles. You felt full; you felt complete.

“Love, please,” he begs. “Let me…let me savour this. Want this to last,” He feels your body relax and he sighs. Really, if he decided to move now, he’s only going to embarrass himself. He curses to himself, ashamed that he had to pull himself back a little bit. “I’m going to move, yeah?” he asked and you could only nod. Tommy leans his figure over yours, his lips landing on your nipple. He licks on it lightly as he adjusts himself. He pulls out slowly, before going back in slowly.

You both moan in unison. Tommy continues his movements while he sucked on your nipple. Your hands find their way to his hair, pulling it softly.

“I love you, Tom,” you whimpered,feeling his cock rubbing inside. “I love you so much,”

“Mmm,” he only hums, his attention on your other nipple now. Your fingers find their way onto your clitoris and you rub circles on it while Tommy fucks you deeper. “Fuck,” he groans, breaking away from the comfort of your arms and leaning back. He removes your hand and raises one of your legs. You watched as Tommy fucks you faster, but now it was deeper and you felt more full because of your new position. “Oh, fuck,” he rasps, his thumb coming in contact with your clit.

“Tommy,” you moaned when you felt his rough thumb rubbing circles. “Fuck, I—“

“It’s alright, darling. I will take —good—care—of—you,” he said, thrusting harder into you to make his point. “You won’t have to worry about anything anymore. You have me…your Tommy,”

“My Tommy,” you whispered, as if it was a new concept when Tommy knew that he belonged to you from the very start. Still, hearing the words come from your mouth excites him.

“Say it again,”

“My Tommy,” you repeated. “Fuck, Tommy,” you mewled, pinching your nipples together.

“Fuck, you want me to fuck babies into you?” he asked, quickening his pace.

“Yes, Tommy, please!” you whimpered. “Going to make you a daddy,”

“I’m going to make love to you everyday and cum inside your pretty pussy, yeah?” he rasps, his cock fucking your wet pussy harder. “Oh fuck,”

The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, your wetness welcoming him with every thrust fills the room. You were both high, moans and grunts filling every crevice of the room. Tommy fucks you sloppier while your fingers play with your clit.

“I’m close, ugh—Tommy,” you grunted. “Tom, Tom, Tommy,”

“Let go, love,” he whimpered. “Go on,”

His words fuelled you and you released a high pitched moan as he felt your walls clench around him. The feeling of your pussy milking him sends him into overdrive and you feel it. You felt his warm cum coating your walls.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moans, thrusting his hips into you even more to chase his orgasm. “I love you. I fucking love you,” he rasps, collapsing into you.

“I love you, Tommy,” you replied, playing with the soft tendrils of his hair. He lays there, unmoving, his softening cock still inside you.

“Let’s stay like this forever,” he says, kissing your breast.

“Alright,”

“Now, you’ve seen me,”

“And you’ve seen me,”

BIRMINGHAM, 1925

“Tom!” you shrieked, looking at the muddy footprints that stained your white carpet. Over the last few years, you both decided that it would be best to stay at your place instead of the Arrow House. You both agreed that it was too dark and too lonely. It was so unlike the lush gardens, the water fountain, and the scurrying feet of the maids in your house. Besides, Tommy liked it here better. It was brighter, happier, and his nephews and nieces loved to visit.

“Oh no,” he hears a child say. “Oh, no, no, no,”

“Shh,” he crouches down to her height. “If we’re quiet, mum won’t see us,”

“Thomas Shelby! I told you to leave the boots outside whenever you’re out with the horses,”

“Dad—I don’t want to get mummy mad,” she whispers. “Let’s say sorry,”

Tommy looks at his daughter with wonder in his eyes. He never knew he’d love someone else as much as he loves you.

“Alright,” he nods, bracing himself. “Come on,”

His daughter holds his hands and gets out of the hiding place. She immediately cowers behind her father when she sees the hand on your hip.

“It was dad’s fault!” you heard her say, running towards you and hugging your legs. “Daddy did it!”

You frowned at Tommy but he could see the smile that dared to crack.

“Oh, bub. Where’s your loyalty to your old man, hmm?” he asked, a hand over his heart. “Darling, I must let you know that…” he trailed off kissing your cheek first. “Our daughter here is a natural,”

“Tommy…”

“I know, I know,” he soothed, massaging the crease between your eyebrows. “We’re sorry, right, bub?” he asked your little girl. She nodded, looking up at you. “Traitor,” Tommy whispers to himself before ruffling her hair.

“Just don’t do it again, alright?” you asked him.

BIRMINGHAM, 1913

“Do you think there’s a future where the two of us can be together?” Tommy asked. Upon seeing your panicked reaction, he coughs. “What I meant is…that we’ll still be like this,”

“Of course, we will,” you replied. “Only better…because by that time, we won’t have to worry about anything anymore because we’re together.”

“Really?”

“Of course, Tommy. You’re the most important person in my life. I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose you too,” you replied, looking at him, trying to look for his reaction. You looked away when you saw the ghost of a smile paint his features. He’s always been so handsome.

“You won’t,” he replied, taking your hand to make that promise. “You won’t ever lose me,” he tells you.

“I guess, I won’t.”

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jmliebert · 13 hours

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♡ hot and bothered ♡

Summary: You took a deep breath as you walked toward the bathhouse pool, your towel barely covering your body. The steam from the hot water wrapped around you, but it wasn't enough to hide from Halsin's gaze... enjoy

smut with fluff?

Word count: 1,900

Tags: p in v, smut (shameless), fluff and lots of wet flesh :))

Warnings: explicit content (18+)

Author's note: oh, halsin what did you do with me?

also! you can read this on ao3 if you prefer it that way ♡

You took a deep breath as you walked toward the bathhouse pool, your towel barely covering your body. The steam from the hot water wrapped around you, but it wasn't enough to hide from Halsin's gaze. His eyes steady and intense, following your every move with a kind of quiet curiosity that made you shy. He saw your body before, you felt his eyes on you countless times, still you couldn’t stop the feeling that was growing inside your belly.

It had been a long day for you both. So when Halsin suggested visiting a secluded bathhouse in the inner city, you eagerly agreed. It was so long since it was only you and him. Being somewhere nice, relaxing and spending time together like normal people do.

The bustling streets of Baldur's Gate seemed to blur around you as you and Halsin went through city's winding pathways, your hands entwined. Each step felt lighter, as if the weight of the world had been lifted just by his presence. The sounds of the city—merchants calling, carts creaking, and people chattering—faded into the background. All that mattered was this moment, just the two of you, walking side by side.

As you paused, Halsin turned to you with a warm smile, his grip on your hand gentle yet firm. You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him softly, his lips warm and tender against yours. There was no rush, no urgency—just a shared moment that seemed to stretch on forever. When you pulled away, his eyes sparkled with amusement, and you couldn't help but laugh at the joy of just being with each other. You felt so young and carefree, happy.

In love.

The bathhouse was as grand, but cozy. White stone gleamed in the dim evening light, and intricate marble sculptures of water nymphs and mermaids adorned the walls. High ceilings and lush greenery created an atmosphere of relaxation quiet luxury. The scent of rose petals and aromatic oils filled the air as steam rose from the various pools.

You rented a private room with a bath as large as a small pool. The water was hot, steam rising and swirling in the dimly lit room. The scent of herbs and roses filled the air. As you stepped into the area, you saw Halsin already there, his long hair tied into a messy bun. He leaned back in the bathtub, his large arms spread out at the edges, his muscles taut and defined, veins visible on his forearms. His head was tilted back, eyes closed in quiet relaxation. He looked divine.

When you entered, Halsin's eyes opened, he looked at you and smiled warmly. The moment your eyes met his, your poor heart skipped a beat. He looked so effortlessly handsome, the soft light accentuating his strong features. His smile was inviting, promising. All you wanted was to melt in his body and turn into nothing, just for a moment.

You let your towel drop to the floor, the sound barely a whisper over the bubbling water. You took a deep breath and slid into the bath, feeling the heat swallowing you. You slowly moved to sit beside Halsin, your head leaning on his broad arm. His hand found yours, your fingers intertwining, grounding you in his gentle touch. You closed your eyes, enjoying simple closeness of his body. For a long time both of you didn’t say a word, you didn’t have to.

Then Halsin broke the silence, his voice low and soothing. “You know,” he said, tracing gentle circles on the back of your hands. "I don't think I told you today how beautiful you are. I could spend an eternity just looking at you.”

You felt a smile tugging at your lips, your chest feeling light. “You’re always so poetic,” you teased, giving him a soft kiss on the shoulder.

Halsin chuckled quietly, his voice a low rumble. “Maybe it’s because you inspire me,” he replied. His hand traveling to your nape. "Being with you feels like coming home, and it's a feeling I never want to lose,” he added after a moment, his words barely above the whisper.

Something in his voice as he uttered those words, made your heart swell. You kissed his shoulder again, then his collarbone, feeling his body tense a little under your touch. You couldn’t see it now, but Halsin’s gaze darkened slightly, his gaze focused on you, tracing the lines of your lovely body.

His hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your skin. “Can I kiss you?” He asked his voice laced with anticipation

“I thought you’d never ask,” you replied with a playful wink.

So he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The initial contact was gentle, almost hesitant, but as your lips moved in sync, the heat between you grew. You felt the warmth of the water envelope you both, amplifying the sensation of his hands on your skin, tracing delicate patterns along your back. Your fingers explored the broad expanse of his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles beneath his skin.

You shifted to straddle his lap, bringing your bodies closer, your chests pressed together. Halsin's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even tighter against him. It felt so good you gasped. Then Halsin pulled back just slightly, his breath warm against your lips.

"Can I kiss you again?" he teased with a smile and you nodded. The kiss deepened, his mouth pressing firmly against yours. It was like he was trying to drink in your essence, his lips capturing every sigh and moan that escaped you. The rhythm of the kiss quickened, each touch more electrifying than the last. His tongue teased yours, and the heat grew almost unbearable.

His hands wandered, tracing the line of your spine before settling on your hips, guiding you into a slow, rhythmic motion.

The heat of the bathhouse combined with Halsin's embrace made your head spin. The steam seemed to grow thicker, filling the air with a humid intensity that left you feeling lightheaded. The sensation of his lips on yours and his hands roaming your body sent waves of warmth coursing through you, and you found yourself melting into him.

Your hips began to move with a subtle rhythm, a slow, instinctive sway that spoke to the need building within you. You could feel Halsin's arousal, his stiffening length pressing against your belly, the hard tip nudging your skin. It made your heart race and your pulse quicken. The growing tension between your legs was of a desperate need of more friction, tightening with each passing moment.

You could feel Halsin's breaths growing heavier as he pulled you even closer, his lips trailing down your neck and over your collarbone. Every touch, every brush of his lips against your skin, sent sparks of desire racing through you. You couldn't help but press yourself closer, the need for him almost too much to bear.

Breathless and flushed from the heat, Halsin brushed away the damp strands of hair sticking to your forehead with adoration written on his face. His eyes held a silent question and you answered without a word, your hand sliding down to touch his hardening shaft. Your lips yet again closing in a kiss. A low groan escaped him, the sound resonating with desire.

But then you moved away, leaving him aching with the sudden loss of your touch. Halsin's eyes followed you with renewed intensity as you leaned over the edge of the bathtub, presenting your back and curving your hips invitingly. Tonight you wanted to be fucked rough.

Halsin didn't hesitate. His hands gripped your hips, strong yet gentle, pulling you back toward him. He kissed your shoulders, his lips trailing down your spine, pressing against each vertebra with reverence. As he reached your nape, he nipped it gently, the sensation sending shivers through you.

Then Halsin's grip tightened, his body aligning with yours, and you could feel the heat of him against you, his hardness pressing insistently at your entrance. With a deep breath, you relaxed into his touch, feeling the warmth of the water mingling with the warmth of his body.

As Halsin pressed into you, his hard length entered smoothly, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, the way he stretched you sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His groan in your ear was primal, animalistic, and you couldn't help but respond with your own moan, each sound feeding the other's desire, your loud breaths echoing through the walls.

His hands tightened their grip on your hips, and he began to move, each thrust deep and powerful, his hips slamming against yours with a force that made the water splash around you. Halsin's pace grew more urgent with each passing moment, his movements raw and unrestrained.

You arched your back, pushing into him, welcoming the intensity, craving the roughness. Each thrust sent a jolt of ecstasy through you, and you could feel the tension building, coiling in your core. Halsin's breath was hot against your skin, his moans growing louder as he found his rhythm, each stroke deeper and more determined than the last.

It didn’t take long for the waves of pleasure to pull you under, each thrust bringing you closer to your peak. Your legs grew weak from the relentless intensity, your inner walls clenching tightly around Halsin's hard length, eliciting a low groan from deep within his chest. His eyes shut tight, the sensation almost too much to bear. You told him you were close, and he wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you firmly against his chest. Your hands no longer leaned against the edge of the bathhouse tub; instead, you knelt on your knees, completely at his mercy, leaning your back on his chest.

With one hand, Halsin cupped your face, gently turning you toward him to capture your lips in a kiss, his tongue tasting your moans as he pressed his other hand to your belly, feeling each of his movements deep inside. It was intense, almost suffocating, but in the most delicious way.

You came hard, your body convulsing around him, the intensity of your orgasm making you cry out into his mouth. Halsin's pace became more erratic, his thrusts growing sloppy, and you could feel the warmth building deep within you as he reached his climax. Thick ropes of cum filled you, the pressure of his release making you both gasp with satisfaction. His forehead pressed against your shoulder as you both caught your breath, the intensity giving way to a comforting stillness. The bathhouse grew quiet again, save for the gentle splashes of water and the sounds of your breathing, slowly calming as the aftershocks of pleasure coursed through your bodies.

As you both left the bathhouse, your bodies felt relaxed and warm, the heat from the bath still lingering on your skin. The night summer breeze was a refreshing balm, soothing your heated bodies as you stepped out into the cool air. It felt like a gentle caress after the intensity of the bath, and you welcomed it with a contented sigh.

Halsin's hand found yours, his fingers interlacing with yours, and you walked slowly through the quiet streets.

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 2 days

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Thank you @spacecampauthor for this commission.

Commission description: Fic of having sex with Yves on that rare occasion? But from his point of view

(2319 words)

tw: smut, non-consensual drugging, dub con, gender of the reader isn't specified but Yves is doing the penetrating

Yves started the session off by slowly lowering you onto the bed. You were under the influence of something Yves slipped into your drink earlier, but you consented to have sex with him when you're sober. He's only drugging you just to elevate the experience, it isn't out of malice, it was out of pure love. At least, to Yves. As always, you're excited and a tad anxious, trembling to his touch but receptive to his affection.

He gently ran his slender fingers through your hair and massaged your scalp, soothing you enough to stop shaking so much. He utilized the other hand to cool your warming cheeks, his skin is always smooth and cold to the touch like an ice block. It was a nice feeling, coupled with the perfect ambiance in the room, where it wasn't too dark nor bright, within the Goldilocks zone in every way.

The soft, comforting blanket that is draped over Yves, who is now straddling your hips and gazing at you oh so lovingly, grazed over your skin. Yves's green eyes took in every curve of your nose and lips, having his fingers sensually trace over them. Another hand caressed you from the side of your cheek, down to the base of your neck. Gradually, he tucked his digits under the neckline of the thin shirt you're already wearing. Yves is careful in his movements, ensuring that you will be adequately acclimatized and nothing will come as a shock to you.

"Are you enjoying yourself, my love?" He whispered, feeling his heart skip a beat when you nodded at him and stared with half-lidded eyes. You are so sweet, always such a darling to him.

Yves chuckled, bending down to press a kiss on your forehead. Then, another between your eyes. Then, the tip of your nose, your eyelids, and finally on the lips. He moved so tenderly, softly pressing his supple lips against yours. They slide against each other pleasantly and in a rhythm that you can keep up with. Yves had always loved how you taste, there is a distinct flavor to yours that he knew, and could infer if you were healthy or not.

His fingers are now intertwined with yours while his body pleasantly compresses your own.

Eventually, he pulled away to admire the love of his life beneath him, caged between his arms. Your face is flushed and you tend to avoid his eyes out of embarrassment. Yves lets you squirm a bit before speaking again.

"Would you like to keep your shirt on?" He held you by the chin, stroking it with his thumb. Yves had asked that question as he knew you have always been insecure about your body, and he didn't want you to feel pressured into giving in to his whims. You don't need to be fully naked anyway, only the genitals need to be unclothed for this ceremony to proceed.

Remember, he may be the dominant one; the one who directs the flow of the moment but he isn't a master nor an owner. Ironic, given that he has drugged you without your knowledge or consent. But Yves chooses not to dwell too much on that, instead believing that he has done nothing wrong and is merely elevating the experience.

You're unsure if you should. So you didn't give him a nod or a shake of the head, no verbal confirmation either. Yves simply smiled, leaving your shirt alone, and dove back into flutter kisses along your jaw.

A hand slid down to your bare hips while touching all the hidden pleasure points along the way, Yves had your anatomy memorized as if it were its own.

Your hands absentmindedly fiddled with his hair like a toy, twirling around your fingers and watching it glide through like water. This too gave him fulfilment.

"Shall I proceed?" He asked in a tone that relays no urgency, positioning himself against your entrance. He had ensured to prepare himself with enough lube, Yves wanted nothing but your satisfaction and enjoyment, none of the pain.

You feverishly nodded, wanting to put an end to your growing arousal with a climax. He responded by encasing your lips into a passionate kiss. Yves didn't stop his sultry fondling on your hair and neck, each touch melting you further into a pool of respite. He does this to allow yourself to loosen up for him and distract you from his penetration; which usually causes at least a twinge of discomfort.

You let out a muffled whine when he finally entered you, writhing a bit in his hold. He had felt your heartbeat becoming erratic, which is a normal response at the start of every session. Oddly, though, it kicked in half a minute earlier than usual. Yves released the kiss to hush you, further calming you with his words after: "Shh… It's alright. Breathe in for me, dear."

You took a deep breath at his request and held it until. "Exhale." While you were heeding his instructions, he had his hands cupping the sides of your face, tidying messy strands away from it. But actually, he was discretely monitoring your pulse. Yves refused to go any further until you settled down enough through the use of his breathing exercises, feeling the warmth and slickness around his member twitching in desire and excitement.

"Very good." He purred, rocking his hips against yours in largo. Your breath hitched when he managed to hit your sweet spots relatively quickly, angling himself to be the most efficient, but ensuring that you would last for at least half an hour before you orgasm. Yves drank in all your adorable little expressions and mewls, he cherishes how your nose would wrinkle whenever you felt a powerful pulse of sexual gratification wash over.

Erotic squelching was very audible to both of you, making your face warmer by the second. But Yves isn't too concerned about the suggestive sounds, he's too engrossed in hearing you whimper, the inflections and incidence of it. "You're doing well, my beloved. Do you know that?" Yves wiped the drool away from the corner of your mouth using his thumb, and the other one massaged your shoulder, smoothing any knots or tension that may have arisen from this exhilarating moment.

You locked your legs around his torso, squeezing it with your thighs as you struggled with your soon-to-be rapture. He bent down to peck you on the forehead again, his hair brushing against your cheeks and tickling them. "Relax your legs for me."

You tried to control your breathing as you loosened your grip, following his orders is always worth it to see such a proud smile on his beautiful face. "My sweet, obedient little spouse. You always listen to me so well." cooed Yves as he thrust himself into you, a bit stronger now, but it's still considered extremely gentle and loving; just like everything he does for you. The room gradually feels unreal, it's as if the bed that you're making love with Yves on is sleepily floating away in an ocean, and the fragrant smell of Yves's shampoo gives a strange yet deliciously sweet taste on your tongue.

You brought your hands up, you're unsure what you wanted to do with it in your drug-induced stupor but you had instinctually made this decision. Perhaps the flawless of his porcelain skin is drawing your fingertips to touch it. Before you could do that, Yves brought his lips to it and gave you numerous kisses on them. All this while, he had kept pumping into you at a consistent pace and force, neither he nor you are fans of change.

"I am so proud of you." He whispered, re-intertwining his fingers with yours again. Odd how it felt like you were touching something fluid on your palms that sent electricity through your nerves. "You have strived hard to achieve your goals, and I have been witnessing every step of the way," Yves murmured against the back of your hand.

"I saw it. I saw how you pushed yourself and tried your best." He continued, draping your arms around his neck as he leaned back down to kiss you along your jaw. "You were nothing but diligent, persistent, and wonderful. It breaks my heart to hear you criticize yourself for not doing enough. Why do you torment yourself so? When you gave it your all and made numerous sacrifices? When you have only impressed me beyond belief with your efforts?"

The mattress dips each time he rolls his hips in deeper, only then, do you realize how fluffy the bedding was. It's so kind towards your body and you appreciate it very much. You blinked, swearing to yourself that you saw Yves glowing as he looked at you with eyes filled with worship and reverence. He had showered you with tenderness, tangling his manicured fingers in your strands.

"You were made the way you are, and I love everything about you," Yves spoke up again, seeing that the blanket was slipping off the two of you, he swiftly brought it back to conceal what he didn't want you or himself to focus on. "Even that you saw as flaws, your shortcomings… they are all so precious to me. Good, bad, and any in between, I love them all. I love you. And you only."

Yves went on to nip the shell of your ear. "You are beautiful." He breathed. "Simply radiant in all there is. Your kindness shines through you, and your vast intelligence allows you to flourish with your unwavering authenticity. All it took for you to reveal the full goodness of humanity, was a singular, lovely smile." He tickled you under your chin, causing you to laugh and squirm. Yves chuckled and pressed a few more kisses all over your face. "Thank you, my love. For bestowing me the gift of witnessing such a blessing today, I look forward to receiving more glimpses into your gorgeous soul."

"I cherish your loyalty, not only towards me but to what you stand for. Even if you are afraid to express yourself genuinely, you do so with great courage. It's such a shame, I cannot keep such a miracle to myself. I can only be eternally grateful to be in your presence." Yves pressed your forehead against his and continued his gentle thrusting. He nuzzled his nose against yours playfully, "You have a heart made of the purest of golds. And I want you to know that."

Yves ended his sweet nothings for now with a long, deep kiss on the lips. His hands are tenderly rubbing all over you, likewise with yours on him. The night went on, but you appeared to have forgotten what you and he were doing, you knew it was very intimate and vaguely embarrassing, but you were too captivated by Yves's words of affirmation and sweetly innocent touches. The colors are getting more and more vibrant as time passes by. It's marvelous to witness, you felt like you're floating and unburdened. Just how Yves wanted you to be, before your ultimate reward. The air, which is neither too hot nor cold felt nice on your skin. You felt extremely secure under him as he worked his magic and strange shapes and hues flew past your vision when you closed your eyes.

"You make me the happiest man alive, and I will depart from his realm with a smile, knowing that I had the pleasure of meeting you."

His voice had a bit of a waver as he was also getting close to his own orgasm, but you were too entangled in your untouchable heaven to notice or care. You're simply enjoying the ride Yves is taking you on, a ride full of exciting yet relaxing sensations.

"I love you."

Those were his last words before it was drowned out by your deafening moan, body convulsing in ecstasy and digits curling in euphoria. A soft gasp escaped Yves's moist lips as he too, had a chance to experience his own state of exaltation. His breathing became much more labored than usual as he tried his best to control his involuntary bodily reactions to you. But you just have this effect on him that bypasses his rigid grip on his functions. He too, shivered as he was milked of every single drop, his fingers were quivering as he felt the waves finally reach them.

You felt the extreme pleasure pulsate throughout your form, radiating from your core, throughout your chest, and finally hitting your brain. Blanking your mind to oblivion with your climax, and it was too much for you to handle. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you lost consciousness from the blast. And so, you let your head fall limply on the plush, fluffy pillows.

It took Yves a few minutes for him to recover from everything, to think sharply again, and not be trapped in this lovesick haze no matter how amazing it felt.

Yves pulled out from you and laid on his side, drawing circles with his fingertips on your clothed chest. He has a wide smile that crinkles the side of his eyes, if only you were awake, you would have seen how blown out his pupils were while staring at you. Yves snuggled closer to your side, tangling his legs with yours as he gave you an appreciative kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, you are always so good to me." He murmured, burying his face in the crook of your neck and tucking the two of you under the sheets. "But the same couldn't be said towards yourself. Why must you be so unkind to the body that took care of you?" Yves pouted, speaking as if you're awake. "You are so special to me…"

Yves closed his eyes and continued whispering loving words of affirmation, knowing that your subconscious was hearing it.

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