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leclerced · 6 months

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dirty little secret | mv1

summary: based on this request, max is dating his rival/best friend charles's younger sister and loses the no nut november bet he made

warnings: 18+ minors dni unprotected sex. wrap your willy before you get silly!

author's note: i actually kind of hate sibling pairings usually, but i woke up three hours ago and accidentally created a mini universe around this idea and i am in love with it? i wrote 4k+ and this is 1.8k of it, let me know if you'd like to see more of peach and max. requests are open!

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This was a dangerous game they were playing. Peach had flown out for the last few races of the season to support her brother and her secret boyfriend. She hated that they made this bet a week before, that she hadn’t taken him completely seriously when they were facetiming and he said he wasn’t going to fuck her the entire month of November when she joined them for the last month of the season. He said he didn’t want to get caught, and they’d already gone so long, one more month wouldn’t hurt. Plus, it was No Nut November and he’d already agreed to do it with Lando and Charles. She scowled at the mention of her brother and changed the subject, forgetting about it until she snuck into his hotel room that night and he told her he was serious. They made out and dry humped for an hour while she reasoned with him then begged him to fuck her.

Max could have fucked her when she flew in on Halloween, but he didn’t want to be slow and gentle. He wanted to grip her hips, choke her, spank her, leave bruises all over her body. And he couldn’t do that when they would be seeing his brother first thing in the morning for breakfast. He was going to wait until they were back in Monaco and he could hole her up in his penthouse and have his way with her without anyone to see the marks he left on her. It helped that Lando had drunkenly proposed they do no nut November since they were all single, and there was no way he was going to tell Lando the reason he couldn’t was because he had a secret girlfriend. Lando and Charles were gossips, and wouldn't stop interrogating him until he gave in and admitted who he'd been screwing.

The first few days were fine, she tried convincing him to touch her, to fuck her, but he'd just kiss her while rocking his hips against hers until he felt like he was going to burst if he didn't stop, then he'd roll off of her, or push her off him and fall right asleep. She'd toss and turn with the uncomfortable heat between her legs until she fell asleep. They made it all the way until Vegas before she got him inside of her. They'd gone out celebrating another record breaking win of his, and he'd gotten lost in the feeling of her lips on his as she drunkenly stripped them both down back in their hotel room. She was on top of him and he'd forgotten about the bet until she slipped him inside of her for the first time in months and sighed into his mouth. He'd frozen, a moan trapped in his throat as he tried to ground himself when she began rocking her hips against him. She wanted to cry when he rolled them over, relieved that he was going to take over and fuck her like she'd been craving. But he just kissed her slowly and stayed completely still. She tried rolling her hips into his but he gripped her hips with a bruising forced and pushed her hips into the bed, "Stop. Don't fucking move or I'll pull out."

She whined, tears welling up in her eyes, "Maxie," she slurred his name painfully, "Maxie, please, please, I need it."

He pressed his face into her neck and shook his head, "We have eleven fucking days left. You can wait." She whimpered and he felt her fluttering around him as he kissed her neck. "Just go to sleep, peach." She sighed and sniffled, and he pulled back to see tears rolling down her temples from the corners of her eyes. He kissed them away and cupped her cheeks in his hands, "You can be good for me, can't you schatz?" She nodded wordlessly as his lips brushed her cheek and he murmered, "You're always so good for me, pet." It took her an hour to fall asleep around him as he pressed kisses into her skin the entire time trying to relax her, but it was pure torture that she couldn't bare asking him to stop.

They slept like that for the next week, him finding a way to slip inside of her and lock her in his arms so she couldn't slip away in the middle of the night. They'd wake up sore and uncomfortable from not moving all night, even in their sleep they couldn't stop touching each other. He thought they would make it until a week later he woke up to her rocking back against him and he could feel his orgasm bubbling in his stomach. He tightened his grip on her to still her and bearily hissed, "Stop moving." She squirmed in his arms and didn't respond other than a sigh as his tighter grip pulled her impossibly closer. Max blinked his eyes open and felt how relaxed she was against him, her body was limp in his arms as he pulled his face away from where he'd buried his face in her back. She was still asleep as she fucked himself on his cock. He groaned as he untangled his arms and rolled away from her, pushing her onto her stomach as he rolled onto his back.

He was counting his breaths, had just hit ten when she shifted next to him. Her arm pulled out from underneath her stomach and she blindly reached out to him. her hand hit his stomach, right next to his aching cock and she froze as he fingers touched the puddle of precum on his stomach. "Don't touch me." he hissed as she turned her head to him. She licked her lips as she sleepily fluttered her eyelashes at him and took in the sight in front of her. Her fingers dragged through the mess and she teasedingly murmered why not? as she pulled her hand to her mouth, lips parting so she could suck her wet fingers into her mouth. He swiftly inhaled through his nose as he watched her hollow her cheeks around her fingers. "I'm going to cum if you do."

She sighed at the taste on her tongue and sucked her finger tips clean before she removed them and mumbled "Miss the way you taste." His cock twitched and he rubbed his face as he groaned, he was so close to cumming, the words almost did him in. He felt her fingers run across his stomach again, collecting more of his cum to taste, he assumed. He opened his eyes again just in time to see her hand slip from her lips a second time then retreat beneath her body and her eyes flutter shut as she gasped, "Fuck, Maxie, I miss the way you feel. 'M so wet for you." He watched as her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted in a sigh, and he realized she'd started touching herself. He felt his resolve crumble at the realization, at the sound of her sighing his name as she arched her back.

Max couldn't stop himself as he pushed himself up and crawled on top of her, trapping her legs on either side of his as he straddled her. He bit his lip at the sight of her glistening cunt, her fingers already soaked as she ran them through her lips and circled her clit for him, putting on a show now that he was behind her and watching. He didn't say anything as he lined up with her entrance and slowly pushed back inside. She expected him to stop when he bottomed out, but he began fucking her at that agonizingly slow pace as she swirled her fingers around her clit. She wasn't going to last, she had been dreaming about fucking him and woke up feeling her clit throbbing between her legs. She felt so good like this, still half asleep and drunk on pleasure, her entire body was sending waves of pleasure to her brain and she wanted to spend the rest of her life like this.

It only got better when he leaned down and pressed his chest to her back as he kissed her shoulder. Max could hear her breathing quickening as his lips kissed her skin and his hands roamed her body, squeezing her hips and ass before slipping under her body to grasp at her bare breasts. He was trying so hard not to cum the moment he slipped back inside her, he just needed to push her over the edge so he could feel her gushing around him and he would fall apart with her. He quickened his pace a bit, needing to feel her cum around him as soon as possible, and pulled her hips up to meet his. The newfound urgency in his thrusts and his cock hitting that spongy spot inside her made her mind spin as she suddenly cried, "There, right there, 'm gonna-" her words were cut off by a moan as she shuddered beneath him and he felt her release around him. It was a domino effect, as soon as his cock felt her clenching around him he froze in place, teeth sinking into her shoulder as he finally came.

She writhed beneath him, rocking her hips back into him as much as she could with his weight on her. She loved the feeling of him releasing inside her, it made her orgasm hit her even harder than she thought as she sloppily rubbed at her clit. She couldn't make up her mind, her fingers stilling because she was too sensitive, then circling the over sensitive bud because she needed to feel herself clench around him again to make his cock twitch inside her as it dripped more cum.

Neither of them said anything for a long while, he kissed the bite mark he'd left on her shoulder then rested his cheek on her back while they caught their breath. "Couldn't last four more days, huh?" She finally teased and he laughed.

"Woke up to you fucking yourself on me, can't blame me. Almost came when I woke up, barely stopped myself."

She whined and he felrt her clench around him at his words, "You should have just fucked me awake. Rude of you not to wake me up by filling me."

He groaned and pressed his face into her warm, soft skin. "You're going to get me killed." She giggled as the bet he'd made with her brother and their friend resurfanced in her mind.

"Guess this means you lose. Can I tell Charlie?" She was teasing him again, he knew it, but it made him nervous.

Max stiffened on top of her, "No. No. You are not telling your brother. We are not going public by saying you made me lose this fucking bet."

She giggled gleefully and reached back to curl her fingers into his hair, "Better shut me up then, if you wanna keep me your dirty little secret."

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Desperate Fucking with No Regrets Levi

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, creampie, inexperience, marathon sex, biting/scratching, possessiveness, no strings attached sex

A/N: Can't believe this anime is finally over. I'll miss the characters a lot, Levi was one of my favorites so here is some smut to celebrate the end of the show.

No Regrets!Levi isn't sure how he should touch you to make you feel good, he only knows he can't resist the noises you make when he does. He isn't a virgin but he's had so little experience that the only thing he's relying on is the stories he heard about how to pleasure women.

No Regrets!Levi tries to make you come as many times as he can not to make you feel the best but to be man who has the record for it. You lose count of the orgasms you have when you're with him, your head too dizzy and fuzzy with pleasure from his cock slamming repeatedly inside you with no goal other than getting your pussy to squeeze around him.

No Regrets!Levi knows you're having sex with other men. He really doesn't care what or who you do when you're not with him but he makes damn sure that they know you were with him before. When you leave his home you have to grip and lean against the wall to walk right, your clothing is so askew, showing bite marks on your body, his marks, as before you were his woman.

No Regrets!Levi only minds you scratching him when he has things to do the next day, or hour. Its a real pain the ass to maneuver around when his back and arms sting from where you practically clawed at him. Those are the times he either pins your hands, or fucks you from behind, that way you can hold onto the sheets or the pillow.

No Regrets!Levi doesn't ask if you're free when he wants to fuck. Its tact he still lacks, he only knows his cock is hard and your cunt being around it will help. Clothes and gear gets taken of just barely, just in time for his cock to push into your pussy. He sighs in content when he's all the way inside you, it almost feels like coming home, a feeling so fammiliar and soothing that he hates it so he fucks it away.

No Regrets!Levi carries you home in his arms if you can't walk after hours of sex with him. He can be an ass but he knows it's dangerous for you to go home alone like that. If you got hurt he's have to find a new slut to fuck and that seems like too much work.

No Regrets!Levi doesn't let it show on his face but he loves learning new ways to make your eyes roll back into your skull. You like his fingers on your clit, your hair pulled tight by his fist, your ass sore from all the slapping of his body against yours, his hand on your neck pressing just enough to make you short of breath, his cock not letting you rest, having orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until you only how how to do that and nothing more.

No Regrets!Levi is fine with you telling him what to do only if it incudes sex. He genuinely wants to know where to touch you, how you like it best, when he should go slower or faster. It will make his experience better in the long run. Put his hands on you, let him learn to hold his cum in for longer while throw yourself back onto his cock, let him learn every secret your body has to hide.

No Regrets!Levi fucks the hardest after a fight. You only need to take one look at his face and you already know you're not sleeping that night, or maybe even the next day depending on how much adrenaline he has pumping through his body. He doesn't even care to clean up that much, you can both do that after he calms down.

No Regrets!Levi loves to see his cum coming out of your pussy, making a white puddle between your legs when he pulls out after a few rounds of fucking. Loves to see it but fucking back in with his fingers would be too messy fir him, you can do that yourself. Or you can turn around and put your ass up, beg him to fuck the cum back into you. If you beg hard and loud enough he just might give you what you're asking for.

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feelbokkie · 25 days

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Brown: Nature, Wholesomeness, Dependability

genre: domestic fluff, reverse sick fic

pov: 2nd person

description: seungmin gets sick and you make it your mission to take care of him, even if he doesn't want you to

pairing: seungmin x reader

warnings: minimal swearing

word count: 2,722

screenshot count: 1

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"Why are you calling me this early? What happened?" You hear Chan groggily ask on the other end of the phone. You know he's been up for a while. The boys have practice in about an hour.

Seungmin is normally up right about now, getting ready to spend a few hours at the company. He'd be in the kitchen, packing his bag with snacks and frozen water bottles that you put away for him the night before. He was always loud in the kitchen, whether it was intentional or not, you're unsure. It was almost like he was waking you up without waking you up so that when he came to cuddle with you for a bit before he had to leave, he wouldn't have to deal with you pouting at him for waking you up.

"Seungmin is asleep," You whisper as you close your bedroom door behind you.

"Still?" You hear rustling in the background, "Does he know what time it is?"

"His alarm woke me up, which in itself is weird. He normally wakes up and turns it off before it does that. And when I told him to wake up he mumbled something I couldn't hear and went back to sleep. But Chan," You speak up as you make you way to the bathroom, "he feels hot."

You tuck your phone between your shoulder and ear as you pull out a washcloth and turn on the cold water. You drench the cloth as much as you can before wring out the excess water and tiptoeing back to your room where Seungmin is not so peacefully sleeping. His mouth is slightly parted like it normally is, his upper lip slightly twitching. Three vertical lines sit between his eyebrows as his face is screwed up in pain. You gently place the towel on his forehead before leaving the room again.

"He hasn't been feeling well the past couple of days. I told him to go home and rest but I think he didn't want to be home alone. But I've been making him take it easy when we were practicing."

You make your way back to the kitchen, grab a large plastic bowl from underneath the sink, and fill it up with water. You freeze as you nearly lose your grip on your phone before shutting off the water and walking back to the room. You set the bowl on the bedside table next to Seungmin before sitting down at the foot of the bed.

"I noticed that he looked tired and told him that he should just stay at the dorm since it's closer to the company but he said that he had to save me from myself." You sigh, taking one more look at your boyfriend.

"He said that you have a big exam today and that he was worried you were going to spend too much time studying to even eat."

"That idiot over-exaggerates. Anyway, it's fine, I'll just email my advisor and let them know I have a family emergency and make up the test later. I just wanted you to know so you aren't worried."

"No, thank you for calling. Just keep me updated. Thanks for taking care of him." He says softly.

"Not a problem. I'll text you periodically. I'm going to try to wake him up to take his temperature and give him some medicine. Have a good practice."

You hang up the phone before taking a deep sigh while looking at Seungmin. With the cool towel on his head, his face softens a bit, more relaxed. Seungmin doesn't get sick often. He's always worried about getting sick and giving it to him. If anyone around him is sick, he makes sure to stay away from you as long as possible. You're not sure if he even realized he was sick time or if he just thought he was exhausted from work.

You gently pat Seungmin's leg before getting up and leaving the room again, making a beeline straight to the bathroom. You grab the thermometer and a bottle of ibuprofen. You shuffle over to the kitchen and get a glass of water and a packet of crackers before slowly making your way back into your room.

"Don't come in!" Seungmin coughs, "I'm sick,"

You push the door open further just as Seungmin scrambles to pull the blanket up over his nose. His tired yet concerned eyes stare directly at you, carefully watching you. It makes your heart ache to see him being so sick and still worrying about you.

"I know you are, idiot. How do you think that rag got on your head?" You chuckle as you place the cup down and sit down next to Seungmin.

You pull the thermometer out and wait for Seungmin to pull the covers down so you can see how high his fever is. He pulls the blanket tighter to his face and shakes his head.

"Let me take your temperature," You coo, trying to coax him out of the blanket.

"Put a mask on," He says loudly through the blanket before coughing.

"We slept in the same room last night, pretty sure you latched onto me at some point. Your germs are my germs, anyway." You sigh as you try to pull the blanket away from him. Somehow, he's stronger than he normally is."

"Mask," He chokes out through a fit of coughs. "You have your exam today."

You try one more time to yank down the blanket, to no avail. "I'm going to take it during the makeup day. I'm calling off work today too."

"But it's your qualifying exam. You've studied so hard for it."

You can imagine the pout that's hiding beneath the blanket. The way his lower lip is jutting out and how his chin is trembling as he tries to keep from crying. You can see the tears well in his eyes. Something about being sick makes Seungmin overly sensitive. Or maybe he's just too tired and busy fighting off the cold to hide his expressions like he normally would.

"It's okay, they'll understand. Family first, and you're my family. Okay so--What are you doing?"

Seungmin quickly throws off his covers and stands up, stumbling for a bit. You drop both the thermometer and ibuprofen bottle, putting your hands out in front of him, ready to catch him in case he falls.

"I'm going to practice. I'm not sick so you don't have to worry about me. Go take your exam and--" Seungmin stumbles again, prompting you to rush over to him and grab him before he falls.

"Seung, just come lay down." You rub soft circles on Seungmin's back as you try to lead him back to bed.

"It's just..." Seungmin takes a deep breath, turning away from you so he doesn't breathe on you. Or maybe so you don't see him cry. "You're always there to push me and support my dreams. I don't want to be the reason you don't achieve yours. I want to support you like you support me."

"Hey, Kim Seungmin. Don't get all soft and mushy on me now. You've been hanging around Hyunjin too much." You manage to guide him back to bed, his body too tired to fight back. "You support me so much. You've come here every night for the past month, making sure I don't study myself to death. And you cook for me, even if you're exhausted from work. You support me enough, okay?"

"Yeah but--"

"Look, I'll go put on a mask so I won't get sick. I will leave all the things you need outside the door. I'll sleep on the couch. Okay? But the exam is nearly 4 hours long. I wouldn't even be able to concentrate that long while you're sick."

"Ibuprofen lasts at least hours. Eight hours at most. That's enough time for you to take the exam and come back."

"Fuck, you're stubborn--I can take the exam next month."

"Give me the medicine and I'll take care of myself. If something goes wrong, I'll call Chan hyung."

"I wish you were the type of guy that turns into a useless baby when they're sick."

"I'm not Changbin hyung,"

"Let's make a deal," You pick up the thermometer from its spot on the bed. "You stick this in your mouth and let it check your temperature and then take the ibuprofen. I'll check again in an hour when I'm supposed to leave and if you're better, I'll go. I'll even get you some soup from that place near the train station on my way home."

"...Fine, but I'm not going to be happy about it." Seungmin begrudgingly takes the thermometer from you and puts it in his mouth. You can tell how sick he is by the way he's not even trying to argue with you anymore.

You watch as Seungmin for a second before getting up and leaving the room again, leaving the door open this time and heading straight to the kitchen. You grab Seungmin's mug from the cup, a simple cream-colored mug with a brown handle and a person with a brown heart in the middle. You have the matching mug in green. Seungmin found them when he was on tour one day, you're not sure where he found them.

You set the mug on the counter as you pull out the electric kettle from the cupboard and fill it up with water. You turn it on and go through the boxes of various teas, looking for one that doesn't have caffeine in it.

"Y/n--" You hear Seungmin yell followed by a string of coughs.

"Seungmin, don't shout if your throat hurts." You call back, opening the tea bag and placing it in the mug.

You duck into the bathroom, taking a mask and putting it on before heading back to check on Seungmin. When you walk into the room, he's drinking the water you gave to him, clutching his chest. "What's wrong?"

"My fever is 38.9," He breathes. You frown, hearing the congestion in his voice.

"That's not too bad but it's still not good. I should--"

"No!" He sets the half-empty cup down on the bedside table, "You gave me an hour."

You roll your eyes, walking back to the kitchen to finish making Seungmin's tea and bringing it to him. "Did you take the pills I gave you?"

"Yes," He watches you as you set the cup next to the water and sit down at the edge of the bed. His face twists into a pout when he sees how close you are to him.

"That's going to take about half an hour to kick in. Besides the fever, how do you feel?" You move Seungmin's hair out of his face, his bangs clinging to his forehead wet from either sweat or the water from the compress.

"My head hurts a little and my throat feels like it's on fire. There is so much phlegm in my body, I don't think I have any blood left. Prick my finger to check." Seungmin throws his hand in between you.

"You are so lucky that I'm so truly, madly, deeply in love with you that you can't give me the ick because that's disgusting." You laugh, "Are you hungry?"

"Not really, just tired."

You stand up and stretch, your shirt slightly lifting. You watch as Seungmin reaches to poke your exposed stomach but stops himself halfway through, dropping his hand in his lap slightly pouting again. "Okay, I'm going to take a shower, I'll make you some soup when I'm done because you have to eat something. Lay down for now."

Seungmin just nods and lays back down, covering himself with the blankets while you grab your clothes.

"Drink your tea," You remind him.

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"Why aren't you wearing gloves?" Seungmin croaks as you place a new compress on his head.

"Be so fucking serious right now," You deadpan, dropping your eyes to meet his.

"I am," Your expression softens at the sight of his puppy dog eyes.

"Would you prefer I wear a hazmat suit?"

"I would actually." He pouts, "I just don't want you to get sick."

"Just shut up and let me take care of you." You breathe, finally getting annoyed.

You were set to go and take your exam like Seungmin wanted you to when you got an email about a flood at the testing site. Seungmin didn't believe you at first when you told him the exam had been rescheduled. He thought you were lying so you could stay home to take care of him. You had to show him the official email and everything to shut him up.

"I can take care of myself," He mutters under his breath.

"I know you can, but you don't have to. I like taking care of you so let me do it."

"Yeah but when I get sick, I'm fine after a couple of days. When you get sick, you're sick for a while. And you're miserable. So I'll take care of myself if it means you don't get sick." He sits up slightly.

He sounds better now. He's less congested than before thanks to the humidifier put in the room. His face has some color back to it and his nose is a little red from blowing his nose. He woke up not long ago. After he ate breakfast, he took a small nap before you made him take a shower to cool him down a bit. His fever is finally breaking and you can breathe for once today.

"Y-you shut up. It feels weird when you say sweet things like that."

"That was like, the bare minimum. I didn't even say anything mushy. Am I not nice enough to you?" Seungmin sits up, grabs your wrist, and stares back at you.

"You're more than nice to me, Minnie. I'm just teasing you." You whisper softly, stroking his face with the back of your hand. He feels cooler than he did earlier. His fever might actually be breaking.

Seungmin gently places your hand on the bed and takes the towel out of your hand, tossing it aside. He gently squeezes your hand and looks at your face with such tender eyes, you're not sure if it's because he still doesn't feel well or something else entirely.

"It's important to me that you understand that I'm mean to you in a loving way. I love you so much and I honestly wish I was a better boyfriend to you. I don't know how I got so lucky with you.."

"Seung," You call softly.

"...You're so supportive and understanding of me and my chaotic ass career. I would marry you right here and now if you let me..."

"Minnie," You try again a little louder this time.

"...But I also feel bad because I feel like I don't give you enough attention. I depend on you so much it's not even funny anymore. I feel like my day isn't complete unless I make you smile or laugh at the very least--"

"Seungmin," You grab his face with both of your hands. He does feel cooler, but he's still a little warm. "Let's do this when you aren't running a fever and have a bunch of medicine in your system, m'kay?"

"Sorry, I just love you a lot." He mumbles, sheepishly looking down.

You want nothing more than to kiss him right now but you know that if you do, even with your mask, Seungmin will throw a fit. "I love you too. Take another nap while I make us some dinner,"

Seungmin nods his head slowly before lying back down. You grab the towel and rewet it before putting it on his head. You watch as a pout forms on Seungmin's face.

"What?" You tilt your head to the side while crouching down to his level.

"I want to ask you to lay down with me but I don't want you to get sick." He sucks in his lip while looking away.

"I'll come take a nap with you later. And before you protest, I'll sleep with the mask on so don't worry."

"Did I already tell you how much I love you?"

"More than you need to, Seung. Now get some rest, I'll be back soon."

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legerescriptor · 19 days

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I saw a post the other day, about how humans are indestructible. How nothing can stop us.

Shot in the arms? The breast? Even in the lungs or the head? Nothing we can't recover from.

Acid in the eyes or even burning alive? We're not dead yet. Not dead soon.

We can recover from basically anything if we have the willpower to do so and even with way less resources and medical aid than you might think.

And that's what we seem to be to other species. On a spaceship it's always the human that willingly goes into danger zone, because they very probably will survive about anything that would kill other species immediately.

Except for when a human comes back alive but not quite so. Sometimes a human comes back and just a few days later is getting sick. Some are coughing blood and some are just slowly losing energy, always needing more sleep, until they never wake up again.

Sometimes humans survive the battlefield, but die slowly later on and no one knows why. They seemed fine. They didn't even have an injury. They just... Slowly withered away. Very very slowly. And most of the time very very painful.

The tale of the indestructible human was just that. A tale. A myth. But it kept getting repeated. It kept getting told. Because it was interesting, unbelievable, heroic.

But the truth? It was gruesome, hard to hear and even harder to tell. It was a horror story. And worst of all: It was even harder to believe than the myth.

But then there was this day. A spaceship, alone, no help could reach them. Not fast enough. Something needed fixing. But there was radiation coming off it and all of the protective gear was damaged and no longer useable since the ship crashed into a meteor only a few days prior. Nothing too bad happened. Just the storage. The storage and with it all the gear in it.

And now they needed it, noone would survive the radiation. Noone except for maybe...

They asked the humans, there were two of them on the ship, and they were indestructible, right? Surely they could go and fix it. They could save them all.

When they approached them with their request, one immediately nodded, while the other looked shocked.

"You can't go in there."

"Of course, I can."

"You will die!"

Everyone in the room looked taken aback. Surely they wouldn't die? Humans didn't die. That's what everyone said.

The human indeed shook their head.

"I'll be fine. And we will all die if no one goes in there."

"Oh, please, don't. Don't do this. Don't sacrifice yourself."

"I have to."

"I'll come with you!"

"You absolutely will not."

"But- but you need help!"

"I don't. And you know that as well as I do. Stay here. I'll go." The human stood up and went to leave.

"I'll go! Instead of you!"

"No!" Fast. Loud. Fierce. "It"ll be me." They went away.

Their friend tugged on their arm and tried to convince them to stay, but they just shook off their arm.

The captain was worried. Why were they arguing?

"Nothing will happen to them. Humans are indestructible, after all. Am I right?"

They just looked at the captain with tears in their eyes and stormed off, in the other direction as their crewmate.

A few hours later the brave human came back from their mission. It was successful. Everything was done. And without so much of a scratch at the humans body. They congratulated them, praised them. Even their human friend came back and hugged them, tightly, with still teary eyes.

The next days the humans spent a lot of time in their rooms, scarcely coming out, the one praised as their hero not eating well. They became weaker, day by day, while their friend stayed at their side, holding their hand and talking to them, even while they were asleep.

Of course, the crew worried, but they still believed, it was just exhaustion. After all, it was a difficult mission. And they saved all of their lives. They deserved the rest.

Until one day they heard sobbing. When they opened the door, they saw the human, laying on their friends body. Their still warm body, but without breath in their lungs and without a beat in their heart.

They were dead. Impossible.

Humans are indestructible.

"No!" The other human cried out loud, when they tried to take the body away. When they tried to touch them, when they tried to understand what happened. They were not injured. So why did they-

For a week, the other human didn't leave the room. Didn't talk to anyone. Didn't eat.

Everyone was worried. Would they lose them too? Was something happening to the humans? Maybe they were sick? A sickness even they couldn't survive?

But this human came back. Looking paler and older than before. But they came back alive.

Only then the captain dared to ask. "When you said, they'd die. You-"

"I meant it. It killed them. They went in, because you asked them. But it killed them."

"But I thought-"

"We are not. We never were. But they let you believe. Because they wanted to save us."

"Why didn't you tell us? We would have never let them go in there."

"I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"Because it was either them or me."

#I just wrote this while I had free time in uni #it's something I guess #I am not a native english speaker so please forgive me for all mistakes #i don't even know #own writing #writing #writeblr #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities

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andysorbit · 10 months

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Home (M)

non idol!Jaehyun x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, smut, oral sex (male receiving), semi public, dirty talk, cum swallowing, lowkey breeding kink, light snowballing

genre: smut, romance, slice of life

word count: >1K

note: I had me a lil Jaehyun brain rot at like an hour ago and I had to get this off my chest. do I love it? no but the thought wouldn't let me sleep.

part 2 can be found here

Jaehyun fumbles with a loose thread on his t-shirt. You stare on in silence, waiting for him to say something.

"I uh... you wanna go to the store with me?" he asks awkwardly.

You two were arguing again. This time, over finding a new apartment to move into. You liked the new building that was almost complete a few blocks away but Jaehyun was more than happy to move up to the top floor of the building you already live in.

You both had wanted it when you moved in and the plan was to take it once it became vacant but that new building sure is a lot prettier.

"No, I don't wanna go anywhere with you," You reply as you cross your arms.

He shrugs, "Well then don't ask for shit because I'm not bringin' you shit. You want it, come get it."

"Fine. I'll come but you better not say shit to me," You sigh as you turn to get your wallet off of the dresser.

"The fuck are you bringing your wallet for? Leave it. I'll pay," he says peevishly.

"Fuck you and your money. I'll pay for my own shit," You snap as you shove your wallet into your back pocket.

Jaehyun scoffs, "Fuck you too. I'll be in the car. Hurry up or I'm leaving and you can walk," he says as he heads out.

"Leave if you want to- watch me change those locks before your flat ass gets back!" You call out.

A "fuck you, my ass is fine!" booms through the apartment and then you hear the front door slam.

You roll your eyes and decide to take your time getting to the car.

Once inside the car, you sit in silence as Jaehyun drives. The silence is thick and you keep your eyes out the window. The night air is cool and you roll your window up a bit.

Jaehyun does the same, "There's an ice cream sale at the grocery store across town so that's where we're going... in case you were wondering."

"But did I ask?" You mumble.

Jaehyun sighs, "Well, I figured you would eventually since you question everything I do anyway."

"When have I ever questioned you?" You scoff as you turn to glare at Jaehyun.

"This whole shit with the goddamn apartment! That was the plan since we moved in- take the smaller one and wait it out and if it wasn't available by the time we hit thirty, then we'd look elsewhere- so now- literally not even a whole fucking year later, you wanna deviate from the plan and keep asking me if I'm sure I don't wanna leave altogether! Like I'm too stupid to know what I want!" he yells.

"I never said you were!" You yell back.

"Really? 'Oh, c'mon, Jae... are you sure? Really just think about it. I think if you really think about it, you'd like it.' I did think about it and I still don't like it! The top floor gives you the view of the water just like you wanted, we're good with all of our neighbors, most of what we need is within walking distance- this is a fucking penthouse that's in our budget- why are you not happy about this?"

"Well I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you that I talked with the owner of the building."

"You're gonna fucking leave me? Over a goddamn apartment? Really Y/n?"

You groan, "No, Jaehyun! The owner was telling me about the floorplans and there's no space for expanding the family if we move in. That's what I was gonna tell you before you got your lil attitude. Fuck!"

"Oh shit, really?" he asks incredulously. The crease he's had in his brow all day finally softens and he purses his lips.

"Yeah... The closets are too small, he canceled the balcony plans, the kitchen is more like a kitchenette, and there's no room for a washing machine or a dryer so we'll lose more than we gain... You thought I was gonna dump you for an apartment?"

"I dunno. Maybe? I'm sorry but like... we've been fighting a lot and I didn't know what to think," he replies sheepishly.

"The day our arguments become sexless, prepare for the worst because that's when you should be worried about me leaving. You're my home, okay? Whether we stay where we are, or move upstairs, or move into a boat- I just wanna be with you."

Jaehyun laughs softly, "Well since that's resolved... You said my ass is flat. Apologize."

You smile and lean over to kiss him softly, "Push your seat all the way back, daddy... I'll apologize."

Jaehyun presses the button on the side of his seat and slowly he moves backwards. It brings a funny lightness to this moment.

When he's as far back as he can go, he leans the seat back then his hand comes up to grab you by the back of your head and he brings you in for a searing kiss.

His tongue licks against yours as his free hand gets his pants open, "D'you know how fucking hot you are when you're angry?" he purrs.

You reach down to palm him through his jeans, "Is that why you're so hard?" You sigh as you shift enough to lean over.

"I love it because I get to put you back in your place after... now get to it," he says and pushes your head down.

He hits the back of your throat and you moan as you suck him hungrily.

"Such a good girl... just like that... yeah, baby," he sighs as his hand gently strokes your head.

You hum as you take him in as far as you can and Jaehyun holds you there for a moment before pulling you up to kiss him, "Not so quick to talk shit now, huh?" he says and pushes you back down.

He holds your head steady as he fucks into your mouth. You moan and gag around him, "Take it, slut," he moans.

And you do take it; each slow thrust. Every time the head of his cock hits your throat, you moan. You can feel your panties getting soaked and you squeeze your thighs together.

Jaehyun's thrusts get sloppy, "Gonna swallow daddy's cum like a good girl, right?" he sighs.

You hum eagerly. Hot cum shoots into your mouth and you greedily milk his cock for every drop you can get. You slowly ease him out of your mouth before giving the head of his cock a soft suck; hoping for more.

"God... every time you do something like this... all I can think about is how much of my cum we're wasting because... fuck..." He trails off as you continue to suck on the head of his cock.

"As much as I love seeing you swallow, I'd much rather pump that little pussy with my cum til it's leaking out... maybe get you pregnant... You wanna be full of my cum, right?"

You nod.

"Fuck... tell me you're mine... say it," he sighs as he pulls you back up to kiss him. He licks into you mouth and you share the traces of his cum that's left.

"I'm yours, daddy," You mumble against his lips.

He presses his forehead to yours, "Yeah fuckin' right you are," he chuckles.

#neoculturecollectives #nct #nct smut #kpop smut #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #ambw smut #ambw fic #ambw kpop #ambw nct #kpop ambw #nct x black!reader #nct x plus sized reader #Jaehyun #jaehyun smut #kvanity #kpop smut for black girls

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year

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I need a 'you came' - 'you called' moment with our beloved Aaron. Either if he shows up for the reader or the reader shows up for him.

aftershocks

cw; bau!reader, takes place after 4x1 mayhem, descriptions of violence

you couldn't sleep.

you've been tossing and turning for hours, frustrations growing inside you as the clock hit one, two, three am.

you had returned to quantico from new york yesterday, and the adrenaline that had been racing through you the past few days had still yet to lessen. as if your mind and body still believed something horrible was about to happen; you felt as if you were buzzing- with anticipation, uneasiness, fear.

every time you closed your eyes, it replayed. so vividly as if it were happening right before you again.

the franticness the city had fallen into, trying to get ahold of your team and failing, finding out that one of your government issued vehicles had exploded. aaron and kate's vehicle. aaron.

kate hadn't made it. but aaron had.

your mind kept coming back to the what ifs; the idea of sam waiting a few more seconds before initiating the explosion. if they had been any closer...

or, what if aaron and kate had entered the car? they would've been right above where the device had been planted. on the driver's side.

aaron always drove.

you currently choked back a sob at that one.

however, you had managed to keep it together through the case's entirety. how you did so, you still had no idea. and as much as you wished you could've been by aaron's side, at the scene of the explosion, you were selfishly grateful it had been derek, and not you. seeing aaron in that state, covered in blood in a scenario where he could've easily not made it, it would ruin you.

and now, in the comfort of your apartment, alone with your thoughts, it was too much. too much to handle alone.

and only one person could ease your mind. he may not know it, but he meant everything to you.

"hotchner."

just the sound of his sleep-filled voice through the phone brought you to tears. he's alive.

he's alive.

"hi, it's me." you held back another sob, hoping your voice maintained some normalcy.

it hadn't, and within less than a second aaron was wide awake. "what's wr-"

"i just needed to hear your voice." you interrupted, clutching onto your phone with a shaky hand. "i know it's late, i'm so sorry, but-"

"no, please don't apologize." he cut you off this time. his voice was soft- comforting. "what is it?"

"i just wanted to make sure you were okay." your voice cracked in the middle of your sentence, and you exhaled a breath in attempt to calm your nerves.

"i'm okay." he whispered softly, repeating again to give you the confirmation he knew you needed. "i'm okay."

"i was... am, so scared." you admitted, biting down onto your lip hard. "i'm so scared to lose you. in new york, you were so close, too close. you could've..." you couldn't finish your statement, as if it would your somehow change the outcome. make it real.

"i'm here." aaron insisted, his tone firm but exceedingly gentle. "i'm right here."

"i know. i just..."

"do you want me to come over?"

you immediately froze at his question. yes. "no, you don't have to. it's late, and you have jack. so it's fine. don't worry about m- it, please."

"but he's at-"

"i'll just see you at the bau. only in a few hours, right?" you forced a laugh, a single tear falling from your eye. "goodnight."

he started to say something else, but you had already hung up.

after hearing his voice, you felt somewhat better. your heart rate had slowed, but an empty feeling in your chest was still present- as if some unknown force was still going to take aaron from you unannounced. you simply stared at the ceiling, accepting your inevitable fate of doing so until the sun came up, until there was a soft knock on your door.

your heart did a leap as you pushed back your comforter, quickly heading to your front door. as it was nearly four in the morning, the most logical thing to do was check through the peephole to see who the culprit was.

but you didn't. you knew in your heart who it was.

you opened your door to reveal aaron. his hair was still disheveled from sleep, he was still in his pajamas. it was strange seeing him in such casual attire- flannel pants and a grey crewneck- rather that his usual suit, or even just a simple button-up or sweater. it was more personal, vulnerable even.

"you came?" your words left you in a breath as you looked at him in disbelief, your bottom lip already trembling.

there was something in aaron's eyes you couldn't quite place, and you could've sworn you've never heard his voice so gentle. "you called."

just as the other way around, he would do anything for you.

the sob you had been holding in for nearly two days finally broke through your chest, and aaron didn't hesitate to gather you into his arms.

"i'm here." he mumbled into your hair, cries shaking through you. "i'll always be here."

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner drabble #hotch imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds drabble #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x you

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xcherryerim · 19 days

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Strange Fascination

Part two: The Shadow Under the Bed

part one

Stalker Mike x gn!reader

“And your dreams, Won't you say that in there I'm yours and keep you safe? Say you're mine. I'll always be there.” — Monster Under the Bed by Emily Mei

Notes: I would recommend reading the first part, as it explains Mike’s obsession and stalking behavior, but in summary, After not seeing you to pick up your brother he panics and goes around the area where you live to see the reason of your absence. At night, he decides to break into your place.

Also idk if it’s obvious but Mike is too high and sleepy that he thinks he’s having a sex/wet dream but he isn’t. If you wanna skip to the smut part look for the “❥”

"Not feeling like going to school today, bud?" You asked gently, settling onto Gregory's bed. Placing your hand on his forehead, you winced at the heat radiating from his skin. Sickness was a rarity in your family, making it all the more frightening when it struck.

He shook his head weakly, a small cough escaping him. His pale face was marred with beads of sweat, his eyes brimming with pain, looking like a Victorian man on his deathbed.

…

Despite your brother's reluctance to eat, you managed to coax him into trying a few bites of his favorite meal - mac and cheese. The comforting aroma filled the room, mingling with the laughter from the TV as you played his favorite show, South Park.

You chose the most lighthearted episodes, hoping to distract him from his discomfort. The colorful animation flickered across the screen, punctuated by the show's signature humor. It wasn't much, but it was something.

"Can we get pizza later?" Gregory pleaded, those puppy dog eyes working their magic. You rolled your eyes. Sometimes, it was impossible not to cave in.

"You're pushing it," you responded, but even as you spoke, you knew you were losing the battle. His eyes held a pleading look, a silent promise that maybe, just maybe, he would start feeling better soon.

"Please," he begged, and there it was - that hint of vulnerability that got you every time. You exhale, relenting.

"Fine, for dinner, we can get pizza."

Gregory's face broke into a grin, the first genuine smile you'd seen today. Relief washed over you, knowing that you'd made him happy, even in this small way.

As you sat next to your brother, watching him slowly pick at his food, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. You remembered how it felt to be sick, how even the simplest tasks seemed impossible. But you also remembered how comforting it was to have someone there for you, offering support and understanding.

So, you continued to sit with him, occasionally laughing at the absurdity unfolding on the screen. And as the hours passed, you hoped that your presence, along with the familiarity of his favorite things, would help him feel just a little bit better.

….

After tucking Gregory in, you wished him a good night, feeling a sense of happiness wash over you.

❥ Despite everything, tonight had been a relatively normal evening. Yet, as you settled into bed, your exhaustion refused to cooperate. Sleep evaded you, a cruel tease dancing just beyond reach.

Frustrated, you stood up, making your way to the medicine cabinet. Melatonin pills, their potential untapped. With a sigh, you popped a few, waiting impatiently for the promised drowsiness, To no avail.

Instead, you found yourself pouring a generous portion of liquid sleeping aid down your throat, mimicking the carefree college days of the past.

“This is ridiculous,” you thought, tossing and turning under your covers.

However, the combination of pills and syrup began to take effect, lulling you into slumber. But as the night wore on, you found yourself awake once more. Tired of fighting, you clicked on the lamp beside your bed, casting a warm glow across the room.

Walking to the window, you gazed upon the waning crescent moon hanging low in the sky. Something was comforting about its steady presence, a constant among the chaos of life. A yawn escaped you, and with it, a realization. Perhaps your sleeplessness stemmed from worry. Worrying about Gregory, about the future, about everything in between.

With a deep breath, you decided to address the root of your restlessness. Stepping out of your room, you headed towards the kitchen, determined to make yourself a calming cup of tea.

Once you returned, clutching the steaming cup of tea, you paused near the window. In your haste, the cup tilted slightly, spilling hot liquid onto your leg. A sharp yelp, almost a full-on scream escaped your lips, but you stifled it immediately, not wanting to disturb Gregory.

At the sudden scream, Mike’s panic gnawed at his insides, threatening to consume him whole. He had pushed his luck too far, he thought. Invading personal space without consideration. Now, he waited, trembling and exposed, anticipating the inevitable confrontation.

Hot tendrils of pain radiated from the spot, but you forced yourself to focus on your breath. Slow, deep inhales and exhales carried you through the discomfort, easing the sting. Soon enough, the heat subsided, leaving behind a dull ache.

When you achieved a semblance of peace, you pulled out your sage green journal. Flipping to a blank page. Chronicles of your day poured onto the paper, each sentence capturing the highs and lows of your day. It was therapeutic, a way to process the chaos of life.

And then, there it was - mention of Mike. Your words were casual, almost carefree. “I didn't get to see Mike today though, hopefully, I can tomorrow.” You mumbled just two sentences, but they carried weight. You remembered his name, and you wanted to see him again.

Underneath the bed, Mike's body stiffened. How had you retained his name after such brief encounters? The thought filled him with equal parts pride and embarrassment. You, who knew him so little, desired more interaction. This revelation shook him to his core, Was he just a stranger in your eyes, or did you hold a place for him in your heart?

"Mike, Mike, Mike." Your voice was soft, laced with a mix of exhaustion and longing. As you reached for the nightstand, your hands quivered with anticipation. Mike watched from his hiding place, his heart pounding in his chest.

The moment you pulled out your toy, his eyes widened in shock. This was not what he had expected but, as you began to use it, your body writhing with delight, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

The combination of drowsiness from the pills and syrup, along with the physical release, created a heady mixture of sensations. You moaned softly, your voice ringing through the room. Each sound was like a siren's call, drawing him closer to the edge of his sanity.

His adrenaline surged, his body tense with anticipation. As you repeated his name, his heart swelled with an emotion he couldn't quite name. It was a strange mix of pride, longing, and something else entirely - something dangerous.

He felt himself leaking precum, the mere sound of your voice driving him to the brink. Disbelief washed over him; you were thinking of him during your moments of intimacy. He was grateful - no, relieved - that he wasn't alone in this longing.

Without another thought, Mike unzipped his pants, lowering both trousers and boxers just enough to free his aching erection. Semi-naked to the cool night air, his need pulsed with every beat of his heart. Every whimper you uttered drew him closer, matching the rhythm with feverish intensity.

As if entranced, he stroked himself with fervor, mirroring your satisfaction. The air was thick with appetite, heavy with the scent of forbidden lust and connection. Your cries grew louder, almost like you were urging him on, and he responded in kind, matching your pace with increasing fervor.

The boundary between fantasy and reality danced a tantalizing waltz within him, as though the sleeping pills had crafted a mesmerizing dreamscape. His frenzied strokes built the tension to a fever pitch, and as his name echoed through the night, Mike emerged from his hiding spot. A predatory grin graced his lips, and ragged gasps betrayed the satisfaction coursing through him.

"Mike?!" you stammered, your eyes locked onto the object of your fantasies. The man standing before you proudly displayed his erection, taunting yet gratifying.

"My sweet, sweet angel," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he closed the distance between you. "I knew you wanted me."

His fingertips danced delicately across your features, like an artist carefully sculpting his next piece. "You've been thinking of me, haven't you?" The question hung in the air, a declaration that shattered the façade of secrecy. No longer was he a stranger observing you; instead, you were two souls entangled in a passionate embrace.

"I've waited so long for this moment," Mike confessed, his breath warm against your skin. "To have you all to myself... to hear you call my name like that." Hunger glinted in his eyes, a testament to his craving.

With a sudden, possessive hold, Mike clutched your chin, demanding eye contact. "But now that I have it... I'll never let you go." His words carried a weighted promise, a tether connecting you both in a web of his obsession and yearning.

“Mike what are you—“ you began, but before you could utter another word, Mike silenced you with a gentle kiss, his lips firm yet tender. His tongue slipped past your parted lips, igniting a firestorm of sensations within you.

"Shh," he whispered, breaking away from the kiss just enough to speak. "No more questions. Tonight, we belong to each other, and nothing else matters."

His skilled hands traced every curve and contour of your body, exploring with a purposeful tenderness that left you breathless. "Tell me... do you know how long I've dreamed of this?" he asked, "To have you, all to myself, like this..."

Mike claimed his position above you, his throbbing length pressing insistently against your outer thigh. The mere touch sent ripples of desire coursing through him, and he started to slightly hump.

"You've consumed my every waking thought," Mike’s breath hitched, the weight of his obsession finally surfacing. As months of longing and secrecy culminated in this single moment, Mike's need became palpable. His breath hitched with each ragged exhale, proof of his pent-up desperation.

“I've waited for this, dreamt of this," he added, his voice low and husky.

For a moment, the outside world ceased to exist. You and Mike were entwined in a dance of eagerness and confusion, lost in the euphoria of the moment. The distinction between reality and fantasy didn't matter; it was irrelevant in the face of your connection.

Fixating on the silhouette of your body, he noticed your hand wrapped around the toy. Acting on instinct, Mike adjusted the device gently, synchronizing its rhythm with yours. His arousal surged at the sight, causing a low, guttural groan to escape him.

"You look so good like this, darling," Mike whispered, his warm breath dancing across your skin. "I've wanted this for so long... to touch you, to be with you..."

With delicate precision, Mike brushed your most sensitive spot with his thumb, earning a sharp gasp from you. "I know you feel it too..." he whispered, his words laced with raw truth.

The coolness from his hand traced up your thigh, causing your body to shiver involuntarily.

"Let me pleasure you, the way you deserve," Mike whispered, his fingers moving with slow, calculated strokes. He increased the pressure, his thumb tracing the throbbing between your legs. Drawing closer still, he left a trail of scorching kisses along your jawline, nipping gently at the delicate skin of your neck. His other hand explored your curves, mapping them with meticulous care.

"You're perfect... I want to worship every inch of you," he murmured, his breath hitching as your responses to his touch grew more pronounced.

"Tell me what you need," he urged, his gaze locked firmly on yours. "I'll give you anything you want, just say the word."

"Fuck me, please," you whined, the vibrating toy making it difficult to talk.

Mike's eyes flashed with raw hunger at your impassioned plea. Leaning in, his warm breath hit your skin, and a low, rumbling growl escaped his chest. "As you wish."

In a deliberate movement, he removed the toy from your trembling body. "I'll give you everything you crave."

With a grace born of fervor, Mike positioned himself between your quivering thighs. He gently lifted your legs, granting access to your awaiting entrance. The head of his cock pressed insistently against you, demanding entry.

Savoring the exquisite tension, Mike paused for a fleeting moment before burying himself deeply into you. A rough groan escaped him. The sensation was indescribable – a potent mix of pain and pleasure that stole your breath. His pace was both fierce and controlled, striking a delicate balance between his untamed passion and your comfort.

"I'm going to make you scream my name," he warned. A promise hung heavy in the air, fueling the flames of passion between you both.

Gripping your hips, his fingers bit into your skin as his pace quickened. In a display of brutal possession, he claimed your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy.

"You're mine," he proclaimed, the words laden with ownership. His eyes bore into yours, leaving no doubt about his claim.

you clutched his shirt desperately, searching for something solid amidst the tempest of sensations. "All yours," you whimpered, your body responding to his rhythm, yearning for more.

"All mine..." Mike answered possessively, digging his fingertips into your hips.

Driven by your need and his unquenchable thirst, he sinks into you with unbridled intensity. The sensation was a revelation - an exquisite fit, an intimate conquest. Your bodies merged, creating a symphony of gratification.

"You feel so good around me like you were fucking made just for me," Short of breath, his hips snapping forward in relentless pursuit of bliss. Each stroke brought him closer to the pinnacle, fueled by your mutual hunger.

"Oh god..." you cried out, clutching at him even tighter as the pleasure built within you.

Panting heavily, Mike's voice transformed into a guttural growl as he neared the precipice. "I'm going to fill you up, mark you as mine," he promised menacingly. Bending his head, he grazed your neck with his teeth in a primal claim of possession.

His grip on your hips tightened further, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust deeper inside you. "Take all of me, baby. Let me claim every part of you," he commanded, his eyes locked onto yours.

With each powerful thrust, both edging closer to orgasm, the tension coiling ever tighter. It was as though no other concerns existed – no consequences, no worries, only the two of them, entangled in a web of unrelenting carnal nature.

You cried, your nails raking down his back, clawing at his slick skin for stability. Your bodies moved as one, driven by an irresistible force that defied logic and reason. The scent of vigor filled the air, mingling with the sound of their labored breaths.

As the final moments stretched out before them, Mike's drive grew frantic, his eyes locked on yours in a hypnotic dance. Your cries grew louder, each one a plea for release, for the sweet relief that lay just beyond reach. And then, with a sudden jolt, you peaked, your body convulsing around him, a triumphant cry escaping your lips.

Mike's eyes widened as he felt your body twitch, his name echoing through the room. Unable to resist any longer, he followed suit, burying himself deep within you as he found his release. His world narrowed to the feel of you surrounding him, the sweet embrace of your warmth.

Yet, his need for you remained insatiable. Collapsing on top of you, he embraced you possessively, your bodies sliding against each other, chasing every tremor of your shared climax.

His movements were ragged and sloppy. "Mine... you're mine!" he whined and groaned your name against your lips, capturing you in a deep, fiery kiss. Overstimulation faded into the background, swallowed by the heady rush of their union.

This was a dream, wasn't it? A dream world where you belonged to him and him alone.

Huffing and puffing, Mike whispered, "I love you," his voice laced with genuine emotion. Nuzzling against your neck, he claimed your lips once more in a searing kiss, his words a confession born of obsession and desire. All those hours spent observing you, planning this moment... they were finally rewarded.

His heart beat wildly against your chest, matching the rhythm of yours. You both lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, lost in the afterglow of devoting love and possession.

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Mike woke up to the warm glow of sunlight filtering through an unfamiliar window. Confusion furrowed his brow as he shifted his body to the side, revealing your sleeping form next to him.

Panic welled up inside him, his mind racing to piece together the fragments of last night. Had everything that transpired between you truly happened, or was it all a dream fueled by his overuse of sleeping pills? Deciding there was no time to waste, He carefully extracted himself from the bed, moving with the silence of a thief. Gathering his belongings, he paused to steal one last, longing glance at your peaceful face.

In a sudden burst of impulse, he approached your dresser, quietly opening a drawer and snatching a pair of your underwear. A gleam lit his eyes as he slipped them into his pocket. Then, without another word, he climbed out the window and melted into the morning shadows.

As he disappeared from view, doubt lingered in the air. Was it real or merely a product of his overactive imagination? Regardless, the daylight served as a harsh reminder of the risk he had taken, the line he had crossed.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of the window closing. A coy smile spread across your lips as you watched Mike's retreating form, amusement twinkling in your eyes.

"So predictable, my dear Mike..." you murmured to yourself.

You knew full well that he was oblivious to the security camera discreetly positioned just outside. The unlocked window - an open invitation he simply couldn't resist - had been your doing. And, as expected, he had fallen right into your trap.

Shifting onto your side, you let your fingers trail across the rumpled sheets, still warm from his embrace. A contented sigh escaped you as you nestled back into the pillows. You reveled in the knowledge that Mike was utterly ensnared in your web. And with a devious glint in your eye, you vowed to keep him there, anticipating your next encounter with eager delight.

After all, you had no intention of letting him go.

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hubbvrd · 3 months

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13 with Adam maybe? Only if you’re comfortable of course <3

Feelings | Adam Fantilli

summary — Adam and y/n have been friends since they were little. Both have had feelings for each other for a while. But what happens when the two suddenly get closer at a sleepover party?

pairing — adam fantilli x reader

words — 2760

notes — thanks for your request. I hope you like it!🧡

Everyone has that one day of the week that they particularly look forward to.

For most people, it's definitely Friday, which marks the end of a hard week at school or work and the weekend at last.

For others, it is Saturday or Sunday, which stands for sleeping in, free time, time for yourself and doing nothing.

Your favorite day of the week was Saturday. Especially those special Saturdays when your best friend Adam wasn't on the ice fighting for the win with the Blue Jackets.

But the Saturdays that were just you and Adam.

These Saturdays didn't come around too often during the year. But when that special Saturday came around again, it meant a sleepover with Adam.

Adam and you grew up together thanks to your mothers, who have been friends for a long time.

Adam is just eleven days older than you, which means the two of you have been more or less inseparable since you were born and have walked almost every step together.

There was hardly a day when you were ever apart in your childhood, because not only were your mothers best friends, but the Fantillis' and the Y/L/N's houses were next door to each other, so you played together in the big garden every day in the summer.

And in winter you spent most of your time in front of the fireplace or on a nearby ice rink playing hockey with Luca Fantilli, Adam's brother, and your little sister Lucy.

"I'll be fine" you mumble as you climb the last few steps, resting your chin with difficulty on the many blankets you're holding in your hands and hoping you don't lose them on the last few meters to your room.

"Is that special sleepover party coming up again tonight?" Out of the corner of your eye, you see your sister waggle her eyebrow as you walk over to your room.

"Yeah, Adam's coming in about an hour," you let her know as you put the blankets down on your desk and then survey the little mess of clothes in your room.

Earlier, you had gone to look for the same two pairs of pyjamas that you and Adam wear every year. They had been so far back in the wardrobe that you had unintentionally created a little clothing chaos.

"Then you're storm-free. I hope you use the time very wisely." With a broad grin, Lucy drops onto your bed.

"Yes, well, by watching a movie, eating some snacks and chatting a bit," you mumble more or less to yourself, but loud enough for Lucy to hear you as you start to carelessly throw all the clothes scattered around your room into the closet.

This wasn't the best idea, but it's the quickest one right now, because you still have a few other things to prepare before Adam will be at the door.

And that's why the closet was at the back of the queue and had to wait until tomorrow for its turn.

"You know exactly what I mean, y/n." A loud sigh can be heard from Lucy's direction as you start to rebuild the cave that Adam and you used to make out of blankets and pillows when you were four years old.

By now you were able to build the cave in your sleep. At the age of 19, some people would probably consider this cave too babyish, but you and Adam still loved this cozy cave so much and it brought back a lot of childhood memories that you like to talk about.

"No, I don't know about that." You carefully start to stretch one of the blankets for the roof and then carefully attach the end to the wall.

"If Adam and you carry on like this, you won't be a couple even when you're pensioners," your sister snorts formally and before you can say anything cheeky back, your mother's voice calls Lucy from downstairs.

"You got lucky again, y/n. Mom really saves your butt a lot from this conversation. See you tomorrow then. Don't forget to use contraception if you make it that far this time and ever get close."

"Lucy!" you hiss, startled, as heat rushes to your cheeks and you reach for a pillow to throw in Lucy's direction.

However, your little sister has disappeared from your room so quickly that you don't even have the chance to throw the pillow.

"Oh man..." you murmur quietly to yourself as you just stand there for a few seconds and breathe deeply.

It's no secret that you like Adam, really like him and are more or less in love with him, but there hasn't yet been a good time to really let him feel it.

"Maybe today," you answer your feelings out loud as you continue to get the height ready.

- - -

"I heard there's a special sleepover party here?" Adam looks at you with a beaming face after you open the door and let the older man into the house.

"Correct," you reply with a grin and after you close the door behind Adam, you are immediately pulled into a warm hug, so that Adam's aftershave surrounds you and briefly makes you gather yourself again.

"I missed you, y/n," he murmurs into your hair before letting go of you too quickly.

"I-I missed you too..." you stammer, a little confused, as you tug sheepishly at the sleeve of your sweater.

"I hope I've got everything with me" Adam babbles as he pulls the rucksack off his shoulders and then taps the full rucksack once.

"Well, I hope you haven't forgotten the nachos with your mother's best cheese sauce," you reply with a wry grin as you run ahead up the stairs and Adam follows you.

"Nope, Mom made sure I packed them for sure."

A grin grows on your lips. "Great, she knows what's good for me.

"Yeah, I'm good for you" Adam winks at you before walking into your room, thankfully not seeing your cheeks turn a shade of pink. "Wow. The cave looks mega, as always."

For a few seconds, you bite your bottom lip to somehow chase away the tingling sensation that's slowly making its way through your body before following Adam into your room. Adam has actually just been flirting with you.

Adam is crouched in front of the den, which is filled with countless pillows and blankets and has various fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the den a little and bathing it in a warm light.

"All that's missing are our pyjamas..."

Adam turns to you and looks up at you from his crouched position.

"They almost got on my last nerve. I had to search until I found them. I was panicking that they had gone missing" you babble on as you walk over to your dresser and take down the pyjamas.

"Luckily you found them, otherwise we would have had to cancel the whole party," Adam jokes, suddenly standing in front of you and holding out his hands for his pyjamas.

"Or we would have had to buy new ones."

Smirking, Adam reaches for the warm fabric of the pyjamas and his fingers graze yours for a few seconds, his gaze fixed on you and he seems to sense how you're reacting to this little touch.

While a tingling sensation breaks out inside you again, you try to be as relaxed as possible on the outside, but you don't really succeed.

Your eyes widen slightly as your mouth opens slightly and the warmth rises in your cheeks again.

Damn, I really have to pull myself together! Otherwise Adam will think God knows what of me, you try to pull yourself together somehow, hoping that this evening will be more relaxed and that you won't come into contact with Adam too often.

But that would be boring, wouldn't it?

- - -

Dressed in your pyjamas and snuggled up under the warm blankets in the cave, Adam and you lie next to each other. There's a cushion between you so that you can relax a little more and take a deep breath.

While you lie there and watch Adam, he starts to get various snacks and drinks from his rucksack. These include various pastries that his mother has prepared especially for you.

"Please tell me these are exactly the cookies I think they are!" you almost shriek as Adam holds the Tupperware container with the large cookies in front of you.

"These are my mom's world-famous cookies" he proudly presents to you, uttering the sentence you've been dying to hear.

"I love your mom for this" you gush with your mouth full, because you just couldn't wait to leave the cookies untouched any longer.

As you start to chew with relish, Adam watches you with amusement and a smirk on his lips.

"What are they? They're awesome," you mumble with your mouth full. "And instead of staring at me now, you could choose a movie, Fantilli."

Adam starts to turn red within a few seconds, so he quickly turns his head away and goes to your laptop, where he opens Netflix and then starts looking for a movie.

Did Adam really just turn red because of me? you ask yourself. No, that can't be it. There must be another reason...

"Uh, what genre?" Adam mumbles quietly, his eyes still fixed on the laptop and his voice sounding slightly nervous.

"You decide" you reply, popping the last piece of cookie into your mouth as you continue to watch Adam and begin to wonder if he's really nervous about you right now.

Does he perhaps feel the same as you?

Do you trigger exactly the same feelings in him as he does in you? Was that really possible just now? Or are you just imagining all of this?

You would love to open your mouth and ask Adam all the questions that are running through your head, but when you open your mouth, not a single word comes out. It's probably for the best, because you don't want to be wrong and end up damaging your friendship or upsetting or hurting Adam.

"Then let's look at this one" Adam interrupts your train of thought as he selects a movie and then places your laptop between you so that you can both see clearly.

"Can you tell me his name?" you ask as the movie starts and you begin to sit down a little more comfortably.

Adam tells you the title of the movie, which you haven't heard before, so you are all the more excited about the movie and can hardly wait to immerse yourself in the story of the protagonists.

- - -

An hour and a half later, the black screen of the movie appears, which you comment on with a slight pout.

The movie drew you in within a few seconds and didn't let go so quickly that you can hardly believe it's over.

The movie was about two best friends who grew up together, were inseparable and suddenly went their separate ways until one day they found each other again and then fell in love.

The story was a little like you and Adam, but a little different, so you start to wonder if Adam chose this movie specifically to confess his feelings to you through a flower?

No, that was silly. Stop getting yourself into things! You're almost becoming obsessed, you admonish yourself again.

"The movie was good," you say quickly to silence any further thoughts that might come to mind.

"Yes, it really was," Adam replies and you hear a soft rustling beside you.

Shortly afterwards, Adam is quite close to you so that you can smell his aftershave again.

Within a few seconds, your heart starts to beat a little faster and the nervousness inside you begins to grow.

"Y/n," he almost whispered over to you, causing you to feel his warm breath lightly against your cheek.

The tingling in your body begins to awaken again, while you are unable to touch yourself even a little.

"A-Adam," you whisper back nervously as the rustling of the blanket sounds next to you again and shortly afterwards you find yourself in Adam's arms again.

"What are you doing?" you whisper again as you slowly manage to look at your best friend.

"What I should have done a long time ago," he replies in a whisper, sounding rather nervous.

His eyes rest gently on yours as his hand moves towards your cheek, where he places it and begins to gently stroke the small scar on your temple with his thumb, the one you got when Adam and you climbed up into the trees together and you injured yourself on a branch.

"I don't want this to be like it was until today," he begins to say as he continues to run his hand over your scar and looks you in the eye.

Unable to speak, you just stare at the person opposite you while your breathing is almost intermittent and your heart is pounding so fast you feel like Adam can hear it.

"I...I guess this could change everything now, y/n. But I have to risk it. I can't hold back my feelings anymore. My feelings for you are getting stronger and stronger. And every time I see you, it hurts not to be allowed to do this..." as Adam speaks, he comes closer and closer to you until his warm lips are on yours shortly afterwards.

Fireworks explode inside you so that your whole body starts to tingle within a few seconds and you open your eyes in shock for a few seconds because you are so taken by surprise by Adam and his lips on yours that you need a moment before you close your eyes again and return the kiss.

All too quickly, Adam detaches himself from you again and rests his forehead against yours so that you look into each other's eyes and your breathing quickens a little.

"I'm madly in love with you, y/n," he almost whispers, as if he's afraid to say the words out loud.

"Adam?" you whisper softly.

"Yes?" You can't help but notice that his voice sounds a little nervous.

"I'm in love with you too. And have been for so long," you whisper back and within a few seconds his lips are on yours again.

This time the kiss is much more intense. His lips move gently against yours, while his hand continues to rest against your cheek, gently stroking your cheek.

Your hands move to his neck, where they intertwine and you carefully pull Adam closer to you to somehow show yourself that this is real.

After a while, you slowly pull away from each other, whereupon Adam lies down on his back and pulls you with him, so that you carefully lay your head on his chest and Adam pulls the blanket over you.

Silence begins to reign between you, but it is anything but uncomfortable. On the contrary, you both use the silence to review the last few minutes.

A grin spreads across your lips as you snuggle closer to Adam, who wraps his arms around you and then rests his head on yours.

"Adam?" you murmur contentedly into the silence as you enjoy the closeness and hope that this closeness will never disappear.

"Yes?"

"You're the first person that's ever made me feel so safe" you murmur as Adam's closeness and warmth begin to make you slightly sleepy.

In fact, you've always felt so safe around Adam.

Every time Adam protected you from older boys who teased you.

Every time your teacher tried to force you to read aloud, even though you were too nervous to read a single sentence.

Every time you had a driving lesson and Adam sat in the back seat to be with you.

The time you had an appendectomy and Adam sat next to your bed after the operation and held your hand when you were in pain.

The time you got the email from your dream college and he sat next to you and held your hand.

There were so many moments when he made you feel safe.

Too many moments to list them all.

But now, after the two kisses and the moment when you're lying in his arms, you really realize that Adam was the one person who made you feel safe.

And you are sure that there will be countless more moments when it will be the same.

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Valeria's Nightmare's

Day One of Writemas/Birthday posts! If you want to see the scheduled posts go here If you want to see more posts like this go here

TW: None? this is just fluff if I've missed any just let me know

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Valeria knew you were in the shared bedroom sleeping; she knew you were safe. So why did her chest hurt, and her mind race? Her thoughts screamed at her to go check on you, see if you were still where she had left you sleeping as she slipped out of bed to work. She couldn't sleep, nor lay in bed for another hour feeling like she was losing precious work time.

She huffed out angrily at herself before she let go of the tight grip that held her black hair almost painfully tense in her hand. She stood up, letting the back of her knees slide the chair back before she shoved one of her hands in her pocket and pushed her office door open, the soft, hard tap of her boots down the hall until she finally made it to the door.

Her hand twisted the doorknob slowly, scared that even the smallest noise would wake you inside the room. She peered in to see you not in the same place she left you; rather, now you were laying on your stomach with your feet swaying in the air slowly as you watched the TV mindlessly, oblivious that she was watching you.

She fully opened the door before her eyebrows furrowed, and her voice came out more upset and commanding than even she expected or meant.

"What are you doing? It's like four am; you should be sleeping." She huffed out as she made her way to you and the remote you held in your hand.

"Val! Are you done working on what you needed to?" You asked happily, with sleep still evident in your voice as you looked up at her with a smile.

"No, I just was walking to get something to drink, and I heard the TV." She lied through her teeth; she couldn't admit she wanted to check on you for the millionth time, like she always did when she left you to work in the middle of the night.

"Oh, I didn't realize I had it that loud; I'm sorry." You muttered before you muted the TV and looked back up at her.

"Go back to sleep because I'm not napping with you when you get tired, and no 'hot girls take naps' isn't a reason to ask me to nap with you. I don't need naps. Naps are for children." Valeria said with a scowl before she took the remote you had set on the comforter and turned off the TV.

"Vaall." You groaned out with frustration as you tried to take the remote back, her hand moving up above her head so you couldn't reach it without getting up, "C'mon Val, it's TV, sleep with me, or I'll come sit in your office and annoy you." You said as you stubbornly got up out of the bed and reached for the remote.

"Fine- fine. I'll get back in bed." She huffed out in frustration before she set the remote on the bedside table and began taking off her boots. She softly huffed as she felt you excitedly jump back into bed and get under the blankets happily with a grin.

"Why did you even leave in the first place? It's hard to sleep when you leave." You huffed out as you almost instinctively woke up a few minutes after she snuck out every time.

"I had work to get done." She retorted before she swung her legs into the bed and shuffled herself under the blankets.

"You always have work to get done; you never sleep more than a few hours. It's not good for you; next time I'm marching to your office, and I'll sleep under your desk." You scowled at her playfully before she rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath before she lifted her arm for you to move under it.

"Work always needs to get done; sometimes it's easier to get it done when no one else can bother me." She lied again, this, like all of the other times you could tell. Sure, she was one of the best liars, but you could see them like a light in the dark. Often, you didn't challenge them, but tonight you did. You let words slip quietly.

"You just have a nightmare, and you can't fall back to sleep, so you work." You mumbled as you got under her arm and rested your head on her chest as her rapid heartbeat was as clear as day.

"Go to sleep." She huffed out, ignoring your correct accusations. She couldn't sleep because the thought of someone hurting you, taking you, killed what she believed the little heart she had left. It made her angry and uncomfortable to even think about, so she was grateful to hear your silence in reply.

"I'm not leaving; I'm not dying; I'm not going anywhere. As long as you stay, I'll stay. I promise." You mumbled out before you pushed yourself up and stretched a little to give her a soft kiss next to her lips that were in a soft downturned frown.

"I'll stay in bed from now on." She finally said after a few moments of silence, and you shuffling back down into her side.

"Thank you; only a few hours of sleep was killing me." You said with a small yawn before you set your leg on hers, and your arm moved across her torso.

She stayed silent as she watched you finally fall back to sleep before she sighed and got comfortable herself, "No, thank you." She mumbled before kissing your forehead and leaning her head back into the pillow to finally fall back to sleep, this time with no plans to leave or any alarms set.

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somnambulic-thing · 7 months

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wrong number 2.2k

A/N: Just had an idea for a fic I will very probably never write in a fully flashed out way because I have a million wips and no attention span and no deisre to have more wips but don't want to fully let this idea go to waste so here it goes in very shortened form and probably very messy and rough.

Eddie x afab!reader || imagine them in their early/mid 30s

cw: mental health themes, reader has a broken leg, angsty shit, fluff, happy end

You moved cities to have a fresh start after a rough time came to an even rougher but long overdue end. You know nobody here, a clean slate to draw new blueprints on.

Two weeks in and despite your grumpy hermit ways, you are friendly with some of your neighbours already. They are nice, helpful people which is a win you take like it was a million bucks.

Three weeks in, you fall down a flight of stairs, break your leg and bump your head. Brilliant.

Back from the ER you sink into your bed, looking at still unpacked boxes and biting back bitter tears of frustration when your phone beeps. You eye it suspiciously, anxious your past might be knocking already, bloodhounds of days past sniffing your weakend state and their chance to inflict a little more pain.

You figure you're overracting, turn on the sceen and find a message from an unknown number.

[Hey Rick. Sorry to drop this on you on such short notice, but I won't make it to your get-home-from-prison party tonight. I can swing by next week with a six-pack or something. You have a good time, yeah? I'll explain when we see each other.]

[Hey there. I'm afraid you got the wrong number. I don't know any Ricks. But gratulations to him from me for getting out of prison, when you get a chance. Unless he's a serial killer or something comparable. Then I want you to run.]

[Well, shit. Sorry.]

And then after a few seconds: [I get back to you in case I need a place to hide.]

And somehow this sparks a conversation that lasts for hours. His name is Eddie, you learn after some minutes of back and forth which are unsuspectedly remarkably funny. But he's surprisingly also really concerned about your leg and your mild concussion and the fact that you mentioned you will give yourself one day of rest and then try to catch up on and get as much stuff done as you can with your cast and crutches. Luckily you can work from home, you say. Eddie isn't sure how he feels about that.

He makes you swear you take it easy. He asks if there are people that can take care of you and you lie to that concerned stranger who is the first person to make you laugh out loud in a too long time. You tell him your friends are taking turns to look after you. Why lie to a stranger? It's complicated... He keeps checking in, keeps chatting with you about all kinds of things all day long no matter what he has to do: Work, band practice, DnD, being out with friends or his uncle, Eddie keeps lighting up your phone all day long. The later the day, the deeper your conversations and you soon get the feeling that Eddie isn't all just fun and jokes but when you actually try to poke softly, he evades you.

[When you feel better and still are interested in my bullshit, I'll share. Promise.]

Okay, fine. Why would he want to trust you with his private struggles? He's just a stranger, with friends and an support system, who probably will lose interest to invest his time into you sooner than he himself is expecting. Which is fine... really... would be fine if he wasn't really funny... and interesting with a hundred interests and hobbies... and so weird and oddly caring... and living on the other side of the country.

But four days in and you wake up with a text from him, asking you if you finally could sleep a little better than the days before.

And then at 3am and endless hours of exchanging messages filled with thoughs and musings and dreams, he offers to send you a copy of a book he is sure you would enjoy. That he really needs... you to read for important reasons. One of them is to remedy the boredom inflicted by bedrest in those hours Eddie is busy and can't entertain you.

You give him your address almost without second thought, despite your mind telling you to maybe think about it first...

You had avoided anything outside of texts - no pictures, no calls - and he hadn't pressed the matter by himself. Which was a relief because you're not sure if you could witstand the temptation if he were to offer.

Getting more pieces of him... It just felt too dangerous. But a book was just a book, right?

You rely on your 72 year old neighbour for food and other errands and chores around your place. Mrs P is such a sweet old lady eager to help as much as she can, bending over backwards for you. So you naturally try to bother her only when it's really dire.

Seven days in and you see the postman stuff a small parcel into your mailbox. You hurry to snatch your crutches, not even thinking about what you are doing and you limp down the six stories to your mailbox way too fast. Your head is not happy and neither is your leg and it takes you and your ego ages and all your strength to get back up to your apartment.

You fall into your bed, exhausted, sweaty and in pain and crying in frustration and you fall asleep on the package from Eddie before you can even think of opening it.

Your phone rings and wakes you up when it's already pitch black outside. You've slept most of the day away.

Answering the phone on autopilot, still half asleep you don't check the name on the screen.

"Yeah?" you drawl.

"Jesus fucking Christ you're alive."

"What--? I--"

"I haven't heard from you in hours and your messages sounded so antsy and sad all day and I had a bad feeling somehow. Are you ok? Did I wake you?"

"Eddie?"

"Yeah, sweetheart. Hi, that's my voice. Anxious edition."

You're overwhelmed. Finding no words while his words dig deep trenches of longing into your brain which are hard to get out of...

"You still there?"

"Uh-hn, yeah..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just woke up, like you said. That's my voice. Sleepy edition."

And then he laughs. Oh god, what a sweet sweet sound.

"Hmm, sorry I just was really worried here..."

You tell Eddie there is nothing to worry about but that he's very sweet and he asks you if you have a little time to chat, tells you he likes your voice, likes it a lot and of course you have time but something weighs on you and the flutter of bats in your stomach.

You can't say if it's the aftershock of your staircase ordeal or the fact that your wonderful stranger keeps getting more and more real and more and more precious or a mixture of both. Suddenly there is silence on the other end of the line.

"Eddie? You still there?"

"Something's off."

You shuffle and feel the parcel poke into your ribs. You dig it out from under you, face heating up from two sources - the gift and his tone - and you start to fumble the parcel open.

"I'm sorry--"

"Don't be. I just want to help. Let me help."

You finally fully unwrap the book. It's a well loved worn paperback copy. You run your fingertips over every wrinkles and cracks in the cover. Your voice sounds dazed to your own ears when you speak.

"I got your book..."

"Oh. Okay, yeah, great. And?"

You notice the excitement in his voice, notice that it matches your heartbeat when you open the book and find it full of notes. On some pages the margines are completly filled with Eddie's toughts.

"I just unwrapped it, like, ten seconds ago."

"Oh."

"I didn't realize you would send me... such a personal thing... looks like a diary..."

"Kinda is. Too weird?"

You stare at his handwriting which is somewhat of an elegant scratch and all those little sketches and something inside you gives way.

"I'm not okay..."

"I know. Tell me?"

You tell him that you lied, that there were no friends despite your eldery neighbor looking after you and you tell him about your little ordeal this afternon and about feeling tired and lonely and scared and starved for joy and he listens through it all.

Now it will be too much, you think but then you look at the book in your lap and keep talking. When you're done, there is silence on the other end.

"You still there."

"Processing."

"Mad?"

"Nope."

"Too much?"

"For me?" He chuckles. It's bitter and wonderful. "Sweetheart, it's not me who's dealing with all that shit right now. If you can handle living it, I can handle listening to it..."

"I hear you swallowing a but."

"But I know what you're talking about..."

You talk a little longer and despite him saying everything is alright, something is different. He seems distant, distracted, not fully with you. You keep leafing through that book, gently tracing the lines that are proof of his existance, marks he left in the world, preparing for him to ask you to send it back as soon as you can. You prepare for him to realize this was a mistake. A charity case gone wrong.

Eventually you get tired and a headache and he tells you to go rest, voice soft and deep and you're preparing for this to be the last time you'll hear it.

"Sleep well, yeah?"

No more sweetheart.

"I will. You too."

"See you tomorrow."

"Bye."

You have a restless night and wake up to a message from him.

[Good Morning. How did you sleep?]

You smile, feeling stupid, like you overreacted and you exchange some messages but they are short and flat and there is still no sweetheart. Around noon, your phone has gone silent. Inside your chest, the echoes of disapointment are deafening.

You bury yourself in his book, and it feels like you're having a conversation with him through his notes for they are like direct replies to your own thoughts about the story unfolding. You can't put it down, probably look up from it for the first time in hours late in the evening when you're full on crying, holding the book away from you to not get tears or snot on it.

And then there is a knock at your door. Three sharp raps. Quick.

And you think it must be Mrs P with your groceries, you feel guilty that she has to carry all the stuff upstairs while her knee is bothering her. You make your way out of bed, get your crutch and slowly move towards the door.

"Coming!"

You realize you still have the book in your hand and you wedge it under your arm to open your door and--

"Hi."

Your heart is racing as your mind tries to keep up with what is happening. You consider pinching yourself, consider reaching out to touch him, see if he's made of flesh and blood or delirium, feel the dip of a frown-made crease betwen his brows under your fingertips, the fine stubble on his cheeks under the slide of your thumb.

"That's my face. Worried edition... why are you crying?"

You lean against the crutch, wipe at your cheeks with one hand, dry your fingers on your shirt and pluck the book from under your arm, holding it up wordlessly. Eddie's face lights up in a big, wide, gorgeous smile. Now there are dimples you want to explore. Suddenly the floor is moving.

"Easy, easy." Warm hands steady you. You hear the door fall close behind you and then it finally dawns on you.

The dreamy guy from inside your phone is inside your flat.

He's holding you steady by your shoulders on outstreched arms, searching your face with big, incredibly dark eyes.

God he's fucking beautiful.

"You gonna faint, beautiful?"

You shake your head. That's all you can do.

"I'm going to use your very understandable shock to ramble for a moment, okay? Okay. The obvious first. What the fuck am I doing here without invitation? Offering you my help. I rearranged all my shit and I can stay for two weeks, if you like. I have a hotel room booked and ready if you don't want me to stay the nights. Next: Why didn't I ask on the phone first? Because I kinda feared you would just say no and be all tough and stupid about needing help. I am way more charming in person and I was counting on me actually being here, a real guy, showing you that I mean it, would make it easier to convince you... Am I pushy? Yeah. I guess I am. But... if you really want me to piss off again, I will piss off. We pretend that I was just getting back my book because you're not fit to get to the post office right now and I'll never bother you again... but I could stay and make you dinner while you tell me which part of the book made you cry, decide over my fate when you're fed and calmed down? I left a whole load of food with your neighbor downstairs. Nice lady. Thinks you're a stubborn thing, by the way."

You swallow around something enourmous and try your vocal cords on something simple.

"Hi."

He tilts his head, smiles softly.

"Hey sweetheart."

You inhale deeply. Your exhale either carries bravery or invites doom but suddenly you're really, really hungry...

"You're really here."

"Yeah, shit, I know... to be honest, my knees are really wobbly right now?"

"You're crazy."

"Hmm, totally... bad case... started about a week ago..."

And there you see it. He's nervous too. That finally makes him real.

"So," you say, reaching out to cup his cheek, your touch coaxing out those dimples again. "What's for dinner then?"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #long fics I will never write #my fic

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reagi-df · 2 months

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Febuwhump Day 13: You weren’t supposed to get hurt

Old sketch design for my forgive me au but I’m gonna use it anyway

Donnie stares down at the screen as he types away, he's surrounded by the quietness of the lab. He's exhausted but he needs to finish what he started. It's been a rare few quiet days from having to go against any major Kraang players and he's taking this time to really get things sorted for when the time comes and he wakes up properly.

His fingers slow down on his keypad, eyes automatically looking up to his monitor showing the vital signs. Everything is stable for the moment and Donnie is grateful for that.

“Knock knock” jolting, Donnie shoots his head around and sees Raph standing there. Even though his body doesn't have any eyes, he knows from how his head is tilted he assesses Donnie.

And he doesn't like it.

“Raphael, what can I do for you at this hour” he's glad his mask hides the bags under his eyes.

“Raph could ask you the same thing” the sounds of Raphs metal feet hitting his floor as he walks closer, Donnie lets his ninpō ripple under his skin as he subtly swipes away the taps connected to the chamber.

Raph cant see.

“Why are you still up?”

“Have a lot of things to do. Projects to finish. I need to make sure our defences are up and running frantically, even if the Kraang are being strangely quiet it won't last forever and I need to make sure we're ready” Donnies hands are flying about his keypad as he speaks.

A heavy hand rests on top of his own, stilling him. Donnie looks down at the metal digits, observes the grooves and scratches that litter his brother's metal casing. A sharp prain runs through him at the thought of not seeing his oldest brother's flesh hand again but he knows it's too late now. Even if he tried it wouldn't work.

And he doesn't want to go through that again.

“You need to let me buffer out your hand again” he says absently.

Dragging his tiered eye up to these dimmed lit eyes of his brothers he hears Raph sigh. “Don, please go to sleep. I know its been hard on you but I don't want you to burn yourself out again. I can't go through watching you die right in front of my eyes. Not again.”

Looking away Donnie swallows. “That wasn't my intention.”

“I know” Raph’s hand leaves Donnie’s and he secretly mourns the loss. “But you mean a lot to us Don, we don't want you to keep hurting.”

He stubbornly refuses to look up, “I’m fine, Raph.”

“Please donnie, Le-”

“Dont!” Donnie grits out, cutting off whatever Raph was going to say.

Silence hangs in the air, tension heavy.

Closing his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose, “I'm sorry” he exhales.

Raphs gently places his hand back on Donnies broad shoulder and he leans into the touch. “I know I nag a lot, but I just don't want you to hurt”

Patting Raphs hand “I know big brother” looking up he turns to face Raph, metal hand falling from his shoulder. “Look I promise i'll go to sleep, I just need another 10 minutes”

They both stand there staring at each other, it feels like an eternity before Raph sighs again and steps back. “Okay, I know a losing battle when I see one. Im making the rounds and when I come back and you're not asleep i'm dragging your ass to bed”

Snorting, Donnie bobs his head. “Sure” a small smile forms on his face.

Head shaking fondly, Raph walks to the door but pauses before he leaves. “I meant what I said Don” turning his head around he continues “you mean a lot to us, your family and we do anything for the family.

“Yeah” his voice catches in his throat.

They’ll do anything for their family.

Nodding Raph bids him farewell, “g’night don”

“Night” he whispers.

He stands there for a few seconds before he shuts all of his projects down, he pauses with his hand hovering in the air, he feels his ninpo running through his body, he brings up the tabs containing the chamber again and walks away as he transfers them to his gauntlet.

With a quick few strides to one side of the room, Donnie presses his palm to a hidden compartment, there's a hiss as the doors open. He's glad he never told anyone about this hidden room. It's become very useful for stuff he doesn't want others to see.

The doors close firmly behind him with the lights flickering on, with a flick of his fingers the tabs are transferred to the machine connected to the chamber. “I'll be quick, then you can go back to sleep. Donnie passes his time by making sure everything is working correctly, it usually takes about 10 minutes or so, but he's dragging his feet. He talks about anything that comes to mind, about the time Mikey ended up sleepwalking into a wall, or that time he ended up floating to the ceiling and unable to get down,.

“He’s exhausted, Mikes been doing too much lately”. Donnie muses.

Donnie goes on, speaking about the time when April and he had found a stash of booze, that was strangely still in date, and got drunk. “April was cursing me out, she should've known that my metabolism is superior than hers.” he absently rubs his head from where she smacked him when he did tell her.

His feet bring him closer to the chamber, “Jr is becoming a terror, coming more and more like his mother everyday” Donnie checks the systems and the vitals. “He's learning so fast, it was enjoyable watching him talk cheekily back to April” he pauses and looks down.

“You'd like him,” he whispers.

A dull scratches his attention, turning his head Donnie sees a green hand with an IV cannula strapped to the back, tubing floating around his body. The hand drags down and his claws leave sharp grooves into the glass.

Walking up, Donnie places his own pawl onto the thick glass. Leo stares back at him with dull unseeing eyes, a mask firmly placed onto his mouth while his body is submerged in water.

“I'm sorry,” Donnie whispers as he watches those unseeing eyes flutter and shut.

“Please forgive me” he murmurs to the dead.

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Dropping this here for @febuwhump I was hoping id find something

Im hoping to get close to the juicy bits in Forgive Me, id love it if you'd vote for these boys in the @tmntaucompetition it'll be fun show what ive got planned 😈, as well as going up against other peoples

Again excuse my dyslexic unbetaed

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday13 #forgive me #future donatello #future leonardo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rise leo #rise donnie #rottmnt donatello #fanart #my art

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mikachacha · 6 months

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𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) 𝙿𝚝. 3

Synopsis: Bada wanted you to stay in Korea with her as she found work there but then your relationship is falling apart rapidly.

Warnings: toxic relationship and behaviours, angst. This'll be pretty heavy so please if you're not into this kind of stuff, you can ignore this update and wait for the regular fluffs and smuts 🫶🫶

(A/N: i hope none of y'all are experiencing this in real life or if you have experienced this, im so sorry that you have gone through such shit relationship but don't give up, yeah? Things will get better eventually.)

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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It hasn't been well for you and Bada ever since that incident while meeting her friends. You still couldn't believe how she can do that to you. You wanted to get away but at the same time you want to mend your relationship with her. You didn't wanna lose her despite everything that has happened. Plus she's showing lots of effort for you to forgive her. She even got an apartment in Seoul so you and her can live there and won't have to pretend to be best friends anymore like you did at her parents' house. It was a big step for you both but then it also meant that whenever a fight would break out between you and her, you had no one to run off to.

"Jesus.. You scared me!" you exclaimed. You were in the kitchen, making some tea since you just couldn't fall asleep. You've been having a hard time falling asleep the past few days as thoughts plague your mind. Bada noticed you weren't in bed next to her so she got up and searched for you, only to find you making tea in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry my love.. Didn't mean to scare you. Was just confused since you weren't there beside me. Having trouble falling asleep?" she asked and you nodded. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a warm embrace and kissing the top of your head. You melted in her arms. You missed moments like this with her.

"Baby.. I may need to go back to the states soon. I got a job offer there." you told her and she hugged you even tighter, like it's her own way of telling that you shouldn't go back and to just stay with her in Korea.

"Y/N.. Do you really wanna leave me all alone here? I got this apartment for us and then you're gonna go back to the states?" Bada's questions made your heart ache. You didn't wanna leave her despite everything.

"I.. I don't know if I'll be able to find a job here, Bada.. I don't speak Korean that well and I don't want you to shoulder all the expenses for us." you tried to reason with her that led to an hour long discussion about applying as an English teacher there or working from home as long as you don't leave her. You were tired and just wanted to sleep so you agreed. The next morning, Bada helped you search for jobs before she went to her own. She has been hired as a teacher at a dance studio nearby and she's got to work with artists as well. You're happy for her since it has been her dream to be able to work with artists and teach people to dance.

"So baby, we're going somewhere this Friday. The studio is holding a welcome party for me and I want you to be there with me. I want you to meet my workmates and some friends." Bada said as she came home one day. What happened when you last went out with her to meet with someone didn't end up well but you wanted to move past that and you also didn't want to disappoint her so you agreed to go with her. You really don't want to start an argument with her as you're still trying to fix your relationship up.

"Yeah.. Is it a formal event? Do I need to really dress up?" you asked and she placed her head on your shoulder. She played with your hand, drawing patterns and kissing it.

"Maybe a dress would be fine. It's not too formal plus you look amazing either way." Bada says that made your heart flutter and heat to creep up your cheeks. She really knows how to win you over even with just words.

The night of the event came and it was rather chill. You didn't feel that out of place since you've been studying Korean when you had time to spare. You were able to hold conversations and didn't cling to Bada that much. You were having fun, chattering with some of Bada's friends when you saw something that shattered you to pieces. It was Bada and a girl who looked so familiar. It was Redy, one of Bada's exes before she started dating you. She was clinging to Bada like they're still a couple and the sight made you feel physically sick that you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom. You're just crying there, trying to convince yourself that it's probably nothing and that you're just overthinking stuff when the door opened and there stood one of Bada's dancer friends.

"Hey are you okay? What happened? Should I call Bada to come here?" the woman asked and you shook your head, wiping your tears away. You're embarrassed that this stranger saw you in a vulnerable state.

"Y-yeah I'm okay.. Sorry you had to see me like this.. But I'm good, everything's good. No need to call Bada." you assured her and she offered to help you freshen up which really helped you calm down.

"I'm Monika by the way and if you need to talk to someone, you can reach me via Instagram." Monika says and you followed her on instagram to which she reciprocated. You thanked her and gave her a hug just in time that Bada came in the bathroom, looking for you and saw you hugging Monika. The look on her face terrified you and your heart sank knowing that this will be another fight between you and her.

Monika excused herself when she saw Bada and now, you're left alone with your girlfriend who looked really pissed off. She looked at you before grabbing you firmly by the wrist and basically dragged you back to the car. The whole car ride was filled with deafening silence but it was a whole different scenario when you were finally inside your shared apartment.

"So what was that all about? Lusher told me that you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and haven't returned after 20 minutes. What were you doing there? Flirting with Monika?! What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N?! Am I not enough?!" Bada yelled at you and you flinched. She was still holding on to your wrist rather tightly and it's starting to hurt now.

"Let me go, Bada.. You're hurting me.." you told her and she did let you go but she didn't stop yelling at you and accusing you of cheating.

"Hurting you? Have you ever thought about how much you've hurt me when I saw you hugging Monika?! Who knows what else happened there!" Bada was absolutely furious and you're starting to get pissed off as well. She's accusing you of cheating yet you saw her and Redy looking like they're still together while Bada couldn't be bothered to even check on you, spend at least a minute with you in that party.

"You're really going absolutely crazy about me hugging Monika when you were the one having her ex cling to them and couldn't be bothered to check on their girlfriend the whole night! I was crying in that damn bathroom because you were never there for me, you were paying more attention to your damn ex more than me! How was I supposed to react to that, huh?!" you finally snapped back and Bada just stormed off to your shared bedroom and locked you out so you slept on the couch that night.

The days went by and you could really feel you and Bada drifting apart. She wouldn't even look at you, wouldn't speak to you. It was horrible and you felt like everything was your fault. How did it come to this? What went wrong? Where was the Bada you once knew and loved? You were about to message her when a friend messaged you first, asking if you and Bada broke up since all your pictures together are apparently deleted from Bada's socials which was a shock to you. You checked and sobs wracked your body at what you saw. It was true, it seems like Bada has erased you from her life already.

With a heavy heart, you grabbed all your belongings and packed your bags. You left the apartment and booked a hotel. You're just gonna stay there for a bit until you can find a cheap apartment to stay. You were planning on leaving Korea once your contract with the company you're currently working at ends. You deactivated all your socials and only kept in touch with your friends and family from the states. You just wanted to be alone and away from Bada to really think things through. To think if the relationship is still worth it or if you needed to just let go of it.

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𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

@lil-elliesgf, @efyyylee, @hwm1hyun, @mikaleialt, @bunnywonyo, @badaswifey, @mrs-grim-reaper

#bada lee #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #lee bada #bada fanfic #bada imagine

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lokisprettygirl · 4 months

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Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

Read Chapter 16 // Series Masterlist

Chapter 17

Summary : You realise that life can take a turn for the better and the worse at the same time.

Warning: 18+ Smut, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her..don't like don't read), feeling of hopelessness, uncle Daemon kink (you don't have to squint), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, masturbation, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, miscarriage , divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking, physical violence implied

His doctors made you all sit down and had the upsetting talk that you were dreading since you had entered the hospital.

You weren't even listening to him because your mind kept drifting towards the last conversation you had with the man you had loved all your life, that's not how you wanted to leave it behind, you didn't want that to be his last memory of you, the one that ended with anger and resentment.

You'd never be able to forgive yourself for hurting your father like that. When the doctors told you that he was stable for now but we needed to prepare ourselves for all possibilities you breathed a sigh of relief, you just wanted to lay next to him like you used to do as a child every time you had a scary nightmare and this is exactly what this felt like..A nightmare.

“Go home sweety..get your sleep and then come back “ you heard your mom's voice but shook your head in response.

“I am not going anywhere until he's up” you told her so she nodded in understanding.

“He's fine..he's conscious but he needs his rest, you heard the doctors”

You heard them all too well but you had to tell him that you loved him, as you made your way in his room he did give you a smile, that made you feel a tad better because then you were able to hold onto him and tell him how much you loved him and how much you didn't want him to leave you.

He didn't say much but he clearly expressed to you that he loved you more than anything in the world and he even jokingly asked you to not tell your mother that he had said that to you. For a moment you felt normal, the way things used to be before your world turned upside down and you were glad that you had that conversation with him before you went home that night because he didn't make the night..he didn't survive, he left your mother as a widow at such an young age and you had truly lost a parent now.

You weren't even there to see him take his last breath. When Daemon knocked on your door late at night and you saw his tear stained cheeks you knew what he was going to say and perhaps he'd have hugged you but losing a parent was one of the worst pain imaginable, he had lost both of his parents and he could imagine what you were going through in the moment.

He knew you wouldn't want to be held or touched at the moment so he just stood there and allowed you to break down on the floor, he watched you wail and cry for what felt like hours, even though it has barely been a few minutes, when he wasn't able to take it anymore he stepped inside the room and bent down on his knees to pull you into his arms.

“Take me to mama please..I need mommy” your broken cries broke his heart as well but he knew he'd have to be stronger so he could take care of you.

“I know sweetheart.. I know you do..i'll take you to her love” he whispered softly in your ear but he knew nothing could have made you feel better in that moment.. nothing.

The funeral was to be held five days later, your father had stated his wish beforehand and had asked for all the family members and relatives to be there. That included his real brother and his family. As your mum's sisters arrived you let go of your mum, perhaps that's who she really needed at the moment so you stayed in your room, numb and motionless, reality still didn't seem real. Daemon came to check on you and he brought something for you to eat every time he came but you didn't say a word to him, you couldn't.

On the day of his funeral, the rest of the family members kept showing sympathy towards you but you only felt anger towards them, none of them visited him once he had disclosed his illness with the world so their presence and tears only irked you further.

Everytime you looked at Daemon you found his eyes glued to you, he was worried about you, that you could tell. Your father had left a will behind where he stated that he was signing off the 10 percent of his shares in the company to him which in your dad's case was a fortune to handover to someone and a part of you felt relieved that he hadn't looked over everything Daemon had done for him. Rest as expected would belong to you, your mum got the mansion and he had left enough for her that she could live her whole life luxuriously without even lifting a finger of her own.

But all of that was given, what shocked you to the core was the letter he had left for both Daemon and you, a letter that stated his consent, his blessings, he wanted to tell you both that if being with each other was what brought you two happiness then he didn't want to take that away from you two and he didn't want to hurt you most of all, even during the last conversation you had with him he didn't give you an indication that he was willing to bow down to your wishes so that really came as a surprise.

As the funeral ended, everyone moved to the mansion for the dinner but you couldn't find Daemon anywhere, it's been a week since you even had a conversation with him and now that the funeral was over with you were finally able to see your reality for what it was. Your father was gone and he wasn't going to come back no matter how much you wanted things to go back to the way they were, that part of your life was over but you were still here and your mum was here and you knew you'd have to take care of her now the way he did.

Your mum had support around her in the form of her sisters and other close friends. You did as well, Rhaneyra was there for you every moment you needed her but right now you didn't need a friend, you needed your man.

When he opened his door he was still in the black suit he had on for the disposition but he had taken the jacket off,

“Are you busy?” You asked him so he gave you a small smile, very small, it would have gone unnoticed if you didn't know him as well as you did.

“Did you umm read the letter?’ you asked him so he sighed in response. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about that so soon.

“Did you?”

“Mmmhmmm..i did “ you looked down as you answered him, your fingers were fidgeting so he grabbed your hands in his and made you stop shaking, as you looked up at him his eyes were staring down at you,

“You can talk to me my sweet Pixie pup, you don't have to be alone in this, don't have to suffer alone..” your eyes welled up at the sweet sound of his voice.

“I feel guilty..i feel like i wasn't a good daughter and i feel like he was disappointed in how i turned out to be” he placed his one thumb on your lips as you said that, other one wiped your dripping tears, your lips were trembling and he knew your father's out of nature behavior in his last days would lead to you feeling this way, that's what he had feared.

“Shhh that's just untrue, your father loved you more than anything in the world ..that never changed for him, he was just trying to make you stronger and didn't really know how to go about that”

“You promise?”

“Promise, i knew him and nothing mattered to him more than you and your mum” you nodded as he said that. You really hoped that was true.

“He was your friend…I'm so sorry that you lost him again” his eyes teared up as you said that.

“I know..I'm sorry too”

You brought your hands up and ran it over the seam of his shirt, he was so close to you and you had missed him this close to you, none of you were drunk at the moment and you really wanted to kiss him.

“Why write a letter, why didn't he tell us himself?” You asked him so he looked at you for a moment, he knew the answer, you did as well but you wanted to see what he had to say about that.

“Perhaps he thought he had more time” You nodded as he said that.

No, that wasn't the answer you were looking for.

“Ummm i should go and check on mum downstairs “

“Alright” he stepped away from you as you said that and you swiftly turned around to leave. He watched you leave and the door shut on your way out, taking a deep breath he ran his fingers through his hair and he wasn't really anticipating for you to come back but you did, you opened his door and this time as you got in you locked it.

Standing against the door you stared at him for a moment before you walked towards him and kissed him. His hands immediately went around your hips as he pulled you closer to him, he had waited enough and he wasn't going to wait no more, he wasn't going to sacrifice anymore to please his best friend's soul, your father was gone but he was still here and he loved you and you loved him and he was going to make you happy for as long as you'd need him in your life.

You pulled away from him barely for a moment just to breathe in before your lips clashed again, your fingers were already undoing the buttons of his shirt and he didn't stop you either. You didn't want him to stop tonight, it almost felt blasphemous to indulge in your lust on such a day but you needed him, not just by your side but all around you, you needed him up close and inside you, you really needed him and you weren't going to sleep alone and cold in your bed tonight.

As you jumped into his arms he walked you a few steps and laid you down on the bed, his breaths were heavy that mirrored yours, passion was swirling in your veins, it's been almost a year since he had returned in your life and you had gone months craving him the way you did at the moment. You didn't want to wait anymore.

He wanted to get a verbal confirmation but as he looked into your eyes he didn't need your words anymore, he didn't want to talk, he just wanted to fuck you tonight and turn you his, make you his girl that he knew he was going to protect and cherish in every possible way.

As you sat up to pull him into the bed, his hands sneaked around you and he unzipped your black dress, your underwear and bra was discarded quickly as well while you unbuttoned his pants and then took his shirt off, burying your face between the crook of his neck you took a deep breath, like a drug his scent he intoxicated you almost instantly,

“I love you..I'm so in love with you it hurts me but I would never want to stop hurting this way Daemon..” you whispered in his ear and your words made him shiver in all the good ways.

Sure he had been in love before, sure he had spent countless nights tangled around his ex wife but the euphoria he felt in that moment was unreal, he felt alive and he felt younger than he had ever felt in his life. In that moment nothing mattered to him, not the fact that he was two decades older than you, he didn't remember that little girl he knew, he just wanted to spoil the woman that was writhing in his arms and clinging to him as if he was everything she'd ever need in life.

Grabbing your bare thighs he opened your legs apart and a sweet giggle escaped your throat as you laid back down on the bed, after such a long time you didn't feel any pain you just felt that sweet sensation that was coursing through you from head to toe, your smile disappeared and face contorted as you felt his cock thrusting in your wet cunt in one quick motion.

"So fucking beautiful"

A countless times in your head you had imagined how this would go but nothing could have prepared you for the pleasure you were about to receive. Sure you had sex before with someone you thought you could marry someday but he never made you feel this way, how could he when you were born for the man that was on top of you at the moment.

“Look how well you're taking me sweet girl”

A moan escaped your throat as he placed his forearms next to your head and trapped you underneath his body, his lips trailed all over your face and your neck as he thrusted in and out of you slowly, torturously slow, he wanted to take his time, make this a night you'd remember not for the loss you had suffered but for the love he was willing to offer you all your life.

Your fingers trailed over his back, nails dragging over his satin skin and as you moved your hands down and clasped those firm cheeks between your fingers he let out a grunt, a deep manly grunt that would be the subject of your wet dreams for years to come.

He was your dream come true and you never wanted to forget that, you wanted to engrave this moment in your head so someday if you'd end up taking him for granted like your father did you'd remember how much you had prayed for him to be yours.

You wanted to treat him like the man that he was, a man like him deserved to be worshiped in every possible way and you were going to worship him in all the ways you could.

You wanted to keep your life in his hands because that's how much you trusted him.

“I'm going to..ohhh godd” your words got cut off as a wave of pleasure traveled through every inch of your existence.

“Gonna cum hmm? That's okay my love..i do intend to make you crumble until you're all spent”

“Mmmm well that too but–” a loud moan spilled from your throat as your orgasm hit you out of nowhere, and as your walls clenched around him it took everything in him to not spill inside you right in that moment.

“Ohhh God oh God oh goddd…ohhh my-- ” you kept mumbling under your breath as you rode your high and he gave you a moment of peace, he was still, he didn't move at all but after a few seconds he grabbed your thighs again and wrapped it around his waist as he began to thrust again..

“What were you going to say before?” he whispered his question in your ear and it made you smile, you felt a bit hazy, your body felt lighter underneath him as if you were floating on a cloud, your clit was still tingling from that mind-blowing orgasm you had just experienced.

In that moment you understood why Cassandra was so obsessed with him and why Stella wasn't able to let him go. Not that you needed sex in order to feel that way about him, lucky for you he didn't belong to anyone else anymore. He was yours.

“Someday I'm going to marry you and you can't do anything to stop that”

You mumbled softly and watched his face warm up, blush arose his cheeks and there was that sweet smile on that beautiful face that always made your heart flutter.

“I have no choice huh?”

“Nope”

He kissed down from your neck and then caught your nipples between his lips as he sucked on them one by one slowly, thrust after thrust he ruined you more n more, nothing would ever feel as good as he did in that moment, his fingers linked with yours and the sound of his ragged groans and grunts indicated that he was close, well that and the way every vein on his cock was pulsating inside you.

“Uncle.. please”

“Good fucking girl of mine...you can't ..oh fuck” he placed his head down between the crook of your neck as he came, hips kept moving on its own, your arms curled around his neck and legs entrapped him completely as you stroked his hair, and as you felt his warm cum fill you up you shattered again as well, you gave yourself a moment to realise that the man you had lusted for all your childhood was spilling his release inside you and was taking you in every possible way.

A part of you still felt as if you were dreaming still because you couldn't comprehend the reality, your reality in that moment was prettier then any dream your mind could have conjured, once he came down to his senses he collapsed next to you as he didn't want to crush you under his weight, though you'd not have mind one bit.

Both of your breathings were still ragged from the act-

“Wowwww..okay..you're no old man like you keep telling me in order to deter me”

He chuckled as you said that,

“well I have a few good years of sex left in me it seems”

“Will make it count”

After taking a much needed shower he wrapped you around in a warm blanket and snuggled you, perhaps you could have stayed up and had a talk but your body felt so relaxed that it didn't take you long to fall asleep in his arms.

Next morning when he woke up you weren't there next to him and his heart clenched, he was hoping to wake up with you but perhaps you needed to sneak out of his room before your other family members would see you doing so. They didn't know yet and he wasn't sure now if you wanted to disclose this relationship in public considering everything. He grabbed his phone to give you a call but a text you had sent him made his heartbeat speed.

“we need to talk”

He was immediately anxious by that.

Suddenly he didn't feel so positive, he felt nauseous instead. Did you regret last night? Maybe he should have controlled himself, you had just lost your father and he shouldn't have fucked you like that as soon as he was gone.

Especially when he knew the truth.

You were currently in your mum's room brushing her hair because she wasn't feeling well, well your parents' room if you were being honest with yourself, it felt hollow without him though. Growing up your father was a very busy man and there came a time when you were used to not seeing him for a long stretch of time but at least you knew he'd always come back.

“I hope you know that he never wanted you to feel as if you weren't enough for him..he loved you more than anything” your mum mumbled softly so you gave her a smile.

“I know mum..I hope you know that too …ummm can I ask you something personal?”

You asked her so she gave you a smile from the mirrorview,

“I know you both have hurt each other and uhh ..well do you think you should have told him the truth back then when you weren't not entirely faithful to him?” She looked down for a moment as you questioned her.

“I have thought about it countless times, but no I don't think I should have told him the truth, our relationship was fragile at the time and we would have lost each other. I'd have lost these happy years I spent with him if i wasn't able to keep a secret”

You nodded as she said that.

But keeping a relationship that was built on lies, was that the right thing do?

“He's a good man” she said to you so you sighed,

“i know mum..i know he was a good man”

“I'm not talking about him sweetheart”

You looked at her as she said that

“Well..I know that as well. I know it's weird for you and everything but I can't..i can't help the way I feel for him”

“I don't blame you but you have no idea what this will do to him..once the truth gets out in the public he'd be the one to take the fall for it..just make sure you'd be ready for that”

“I won't let him fall..” you wrapped your arms around her shoulders and hugged her from behind before you placed a kiss on her temple.

After getting ready as Daemon went downstairs the living room was filled with your relatives, he saw you on the couch sitting next to your mum. He looked at you to gauge your reaction. You did glance at him once but quickly averted the gaze which honestly didn't make him feel any better.

Your uncle's voice rang louder as he was arguing over the content of the will your father had left behind, he didn't understand how Daemon got the shares in his business but his own brother didn't.

“Wow, are you really that surprised by his decision? Where were you in the last few months?” you chuckled as you asked him and your mom gave you a look to keep quiet but you won't be quiet anymore, your father knew what he was doing and who he could trust with his money and his empire, that's why he reached out to Daemon because he knew Daemon never harbored ill intentions towards him even though he had every opportunity to do so considering what your dad had done to him.

You had learned to stand up for yourself in the last few months and you won't have snakes and leeches around you or your family so they could harm you someday, especially Daemon, he'd do anything to protect you so you were going to do the same.

“Where was I? I have a life, I'm not an unemployed imbecile living on my friend's riches like that arse over here”

Daemon crossed his arms as he heard your uncle spitting venom against him, he was showing his true colors in the open now that your father wasn't here and he wasn't in the least bit surprised “And what does she know about the business world?” He asked your mum and that's when you knew you had to speak up.

“Daemon works for Panache, my dad hired him because he knew better and he's absolutely not going anywhere now that I'm the CEO..but you know who's going to leave this house right fucking now? You” Your voice was filled with anger as you said that and Daemon had never felt so turned on in his life as he did in the moment.

“Y/n behave yourself –” your mum interrupted you so you looked at her.

“Mum–”

“I said behave–”

She glared at you and you didn't want to disrespect her in front of everyone so you got up and left for your room upstairs, on the way out you looked at Daemon, hoping that he'd come talk to you as you really needed to talk to him.

A few minutes later as you heard the knock on your door you quickly pulled him inside by grabbing his hand.

“Are you alright?” He asked you so you nodded

“I'm just so sick of those leeches out there”

“That's not what I meant”

“What did you mean?” you looked at him confused so he sighed and placed his hands on his waist to contemplate his thoughts.

“Are we alright? I mean I know perhaps our lovemaking last night wasn't what you expected. I woke up and you're not there by my side and then you sent me that text that uhh-”

He stopped speaking as he noticed a smile on your face

“Awnnn I made you worry didn't i?”

You walked closer to him and grabbed him by the collar of his business suit to pull him even closer to you “Did you not see me almost passing out last night because of your gorgeous dick?” his brows furrowed as you cupped the bulge in his pants shamelessly

“I am just worried about you..you're grieving and perhaps I shouldn't have–”

“I don't regret it ..i could never..i promise baby..please believe me”

“You're going to call me baby now?”

“Mmmhm” you leaned into him to cup his cheeks and then you kissed him ..as lovingly as you could but before things could heat up he pulled you away.

“Hang on..why did you send me the text?”

“Well there's is something I need to discuss with you”

“About what?”

“About me being a CEO”

“Don't allow your uncle to hurt your confidence ..he knows nothing about what it takes to be in that position”

“It's not him Daemon ..it's me..it's a me problem"

“What is it darling?” He asked you softly as he cupped your cheeks

“I'll tell you but can we make out first? And maybe I will give you something to remember for the rest of the day?” he chuckled as he leaned down to kiss you

“I need to be at work and so do you”

“No you need to be in me Mr. Daemon”

“Shhhh naughty girl.. first thing in the morning jesus christ”

He shut you up real good by kissing every breath out of you and as you started to kiss down from his neck to his chest and then lowered down on your knees he knew what you wanted to do.

“Darling you're going to crumple my suit”

You looked at him as he said that.

“Are you always this iffy about receiving pleasure?”

“No ..only when I know your parents and the whole clan is downstairs and they're all wide awake and you want to blow me right against the door”

“Parent ..just one..i only got one now” as you looked up at him and unbuttoned his pants he let out an exasperated sigh.

“Please uncle?” you gave him the puppy eyes and the forbidden name which he responded to by grabbing the sides of your head. The next thing he knew you were sucking him in as if he was your first meal of the morning. He brought one of his hands up to run his fingers through his hair, his head was leaned against the door, he wanted to look at everything you were doing to him but he couldn't when you pleased him like that, however all his senses awakened when you took a five second break from licking and sucking to drop a bomb on him.

“I want you to take over the CEO position”

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Road Trip (e.o)

Lizzie x G!P reader

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Lizzies POV:

"Let's go hoooooe" I beep my horn over and over waiting for my bestfriend y/n she takes so fucking long this bitch she literally said I'm ready come pick me up and she's not ready I love her but sometimes I wanna strangle her "ugh finally I've been waiting 10 minutes" I huff turning to her as she laughs "calm your panties lizzies let's get this show on the road I'm so excited" she leans over to hug me as I pretend I don't want her too she's so fucking beautiful I love to spend as much time with her as possible so 16 hours on the road alone in the car is perfect, she's had my heart for the last 5 years I've never had the courage to do anything about I don't wanna ruin our friendship I love her to much but I can't help but constantly check her out "ok I forgive you loser let's go, I'll drive the first few hours then we can find somewhere to chill and sleep then you take the next few hours tomorrow and so on" I explain we could easily do the 16 hours in one go but this trip is about us spending a few days together because we don't get to see each other often "that sounds perfect lizzie" she smiles sweetly god her smile, we start our drive talking and enjoying each other company laughing like mad men

Y/ns POV:

"No way your boss said that??" She asks in complete shock I can't help but giggle "yeah he did can you believe he thought I wanted to sleep with him I've worked there for 3 years and the idiot hasn't realised I'm into women" I say smirking at lizzie "yeah no offence y/n all anyone has to do is spent 20 minutes with you to know your a lady lover" she says in a flirty tone I laugh and sigh leaning my head back against the head rest, yes lizzie I'm completely for the ladies but I only want you, I think as I would never tell her that I don't want to lose her and if I let my stupid feelings get in the way I'd lose her she'd never speak to me again "hey give me your phone I wanna put music on" I say as I rest my hand on hers andshe smiles "its right there y/n" she says pointing down to where the drinks sit, I grab her phone and unlock it "awh we are so fucking cute" I say referring to the photo of us as her lockscreen and I think she's blushing "we still have 2 hours to go wanna stop and get some food and blankets and pillows" she smiles at me "yessssss babes sounds like a plan to me" I jump excitedly in my seat and she giggles at my antics we pull in to Mcdonalds and get some food after half an hour we walk over to target to get blankets and pillows "ohhh lizzie we should get snacks for watching Netflix" I suggest "that's actually a great idea" we grab lots of snacks and drinks and I grab a box of tissues incase lizzie needs to pee "let's go find the perfect spot to set up by the time we get there the sun should just be setting " I say in a calm tone "mmh I love the sunset its so beautiful " lizzie says as I pack the stuff into the car

we spend the remaining 2 hours in a comfortable silence occasionally chatting about stuff that we could watch, we've settled for big momma and big momma 2 she always gets her way but fuck she's so precious I could never say no to her, we find the perfect spot and park up with a perfect view of the sunset I grab her hand as we sit and watch it until it disappears "let's get the car all cosy and we can set up the movie" I whisper as I get out and open the back doors and put the back seats down and fix a few blankets down so we're comfortable I then fix the pillows and grab a few blankets to cover us "everything's ready ma'am just need your laptop" I say smiling as lizzie gets into the back smiling "this is beautiful y/n" I blush and look down "I'm going to get stripped I normally sleep naked but obvs I'm not over the next few days so is it OK if I wear my boxers and sports bra?" I question shyly and she giggles "of course that's fine y/n same here as long as you don't mind me in my bra and panties" I gulp and blush at the thought "no uh thats fine" I whisper nervously and strip my clothes off leaving me in my boxers and sports bra I climb into the back and get under the covers after a few minutes lizzie joins me as I set the laptop up and play the movie.

Lizzies POV:

Fuck I'm trying to focus on the movie but I can't y/n is half naked laying right against me thank god she fell asleep because I'm panicking here "mmh there fuck.." wait a minute is she moaning Holy fucking shit I notice the blanket poking up and instantly lift it to look under fuck she has a hard on yep she was definitely moaning "fuck lizzie..take it ju..st like that" I instantly freeze was she moaning my name fuck I feel the wetness instantly pooling in my panties "lizzie..uhhh god yy..es" the sound of her moaning my name alone is enough to make me cum fuck, I need to wake her up "hey y/n wake up babe y/n" I whisper shaking her as she wakes up and opens her eyes wide as she sees me "oh hey lizzie is everything ok what time is it " god even her saying my name now I'm only gonna think of her moaning it

Y/ns POV:

I woke up and instantly knew I had a hard on shit I hope she doesn't see it I had a sex dream about lizzie it's nothing new but I freaked out inside when she woke me up because I've never had a sex dream about her while she's laying beside me I move a little and try to hide my dick "where you dreaming about me" I freeze as the words leave her mouth how does she know "you where moaning alot and you moaned my name" she says as if she read my mind "I'm so sorry liz I had no control over my dream please don't hate me" she giggles and pulls the blankets off and climbs ontop of me oh god what is happening "oh shut up and do something about it" I smirk and unclip her bra letting her perfect tits fall out I automatically latch my mouth around her nipple as she grinds into my raging hard on "fuck lizzie that feels amazing" i moan against her nipple as she continues "lizzie you are fucking soaked I groan" she blushes and looks into my eyes "how do you know y/n" I smirk and bite my lip "your pussy is that wet its soaked my boxers I can feel it on my cock " i tease kissing her neck "ugggh just fuck me y/n I've waited to long for this" she moans as I flip us and take my boxers off and slide her panties off fuck the sight of her soaked core is making me harder "mmh fuck you look fucking amazing "I moan as I run my fingers through her wet folds earning a moan for my best friend "put it in y/n fuck me" I moan at her assertion and do as I'm told I line my cock up to her entrance and slide in slowly "fuckkk lizzie you feel so fucking good" I moan pushing my entire length inside the moaning blonde under me "yessss fuck y/n youre so big sh..it" I gave her a minute to adjust before I start thrusting my hips slowly making sure to hit the right spots as I thrust, fuck I never knew my best friend sounded so fucking sexy moaning my name "yes yes yes y/n right...there fuck dont fucking stooop" she screams as I pick up my pace fucking her harder and faster "I'm cummmmming oh holy fucking shit im cumming" she screams out like a pornstar I feel her pussy walls squeeze my cock as I hold back my orgasm and she cums all over my cock "good girl" I moan slowling my thrusts letting her ride out her orgasm "fuck y/n you feel amazing inside me" she pants out her hands gripping my biceps as she tries to steady her breathing, I keep my dick inside her and move her legs over my shoulder "do you have one more lizzie" I moan thrusting slowly leaning down to place a gently kiss on on her lips "mmmh yes definitely baby" she moans "fuck me fuck me please" I start snapping my hips hard and fast as the car shakes like crazy and my best friend screams under me fuck her pussy feels amazing I continue thrusting feeling the orgasm fast approaching "fuck lizzie cum for me I want you to cum for me before I fill your tight little cunt with my seed " I pant out staring into my best friends eyes and all I see is lust and desire "fuck fuck I'm cumming daddyyy" she screams arching her back as I continue to slam my cock deep inside her After one final thrust I start shooting my load deep inside my best friend and it feels amazing I've wanted this for the longest time, I lay beside her panting as I grab her hand "that was amazing lizzie are you on the pill?" I moan looking at her as she turns to me "yes it was amazing no one has ever made me cum that hard and nope im not" she smirks running her finger down my nose biting her lip.

Well I guess there's a chance I just impregnated my best fried the thought has me biting my lip this woman is something else and god i love her.

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