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he’s so skrimbly. like a used tissue.

i love him🥹

I NEED to bake bread with him istg

Come Morning Light

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: you and Peeta spend a lazy day together, baking bread and drawing. takes place after first games before cf

After learning from Effie that you had a rare day off, you made your way over to Peeta’s house in the Victors Village. Things had been weird between you since returning from the games and you wanted a chance to spend some time with him to settle things. You knocked on his door and when you found it open, you made your way inside.

“Oh. Hey.” He smiled when you found him in his kitchen.

“Hey. Did I hear correctly that we actually have the day off?”

“We do. And Effie made it very clear we’re not getting another one anytime soon. So we better enjoy it.”

“How are you gonna spend it?” You asked as you leaned against his kitchen table.

“I’m just gonna bake some bread and watch the rain. All boring stuff.” Peeta said with a soft smile. Peeta thought you would leave after that, but you didn’t budge.

“Why? What were you gonna do?” He asked curiously.

“Bother you.” You shrugged with a coy smile. Peeta returned the smile when he realized you wanted to hang out but didn’t know how to ask.

“Impossible. You never bother me.” He declared.

“Never? Even after all the times I’ve woken you up screaming?”

“No. Because when I hear screaming, I know that means I get to hold you. So no, you’re never a bother.” Peeta said as if it were the most simple thing in the world. You looked down to hide the smile that he always managed to put on your face. He could never know how much you missed that reassurance that he would always be there for you when you had your nightmares.

“You know, Haymitch once told me I could live a thousand lives and never deserve you.” You told him.

“Oh, did he?” Peeta smirked and folded his arms.

“I think it may have been one of the rare times he was right about something.” You said playfully. Peeta felt ecstatic to hear you say this, but played it cool.

“Well. Even a broken clock is right twice a day.” He replied. You smiled at him before going over to where he had his baking supplies set up.

“So what kind of bread are we making today?” You asked as you picked up his apron. He playfully snatched it from you and tied it around it waist. You pretended to be offended for a second, but he was quick to provide you with a matching apron. You didn’t know why he had two if he lived alone, but you didn’t question it. You just held out hope that maybe it was for you.

“I’m making challah bread. You can just sit there and look pretty.” Peeta nodded towards his kitchen table as he tied your apron around your waist.

“Peeta, I won the Hunger Games with nothing but a bow and some berries. What makes you think I can’t make bread?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I know you can’t make bread.” He insisted. “And I know that because before you win the game, you fed me disgusting soup.”

“You said you liked my cave soup.” You gasped.

“I was trying to spare your feelings.” He said with a cheeky smile. You pretended to be offended again and threw some flour at his face.

“Wow, Peeta. Next time you get injured, don’t come to me for help.”

“Well I definitely won’t come to you for food.” He said out of the corner of his mouth. You gasped and tried to throw more flour at him but he caught your wrist and spun you around. You smiled at the gesture before playfully shoving him away.

“Please let me help. I’ll do better then the cave soup. I promise.”

“Fine. You can mix this.” Peeta said as he poured two cups of something into a mixing bowl and handed it to you. You smiled proudly and mixed the contents of the bowl with a wooden spatula.

“Is this important? Am I being helpful?” You asked as you mixed.

“No. That was just two cups of flour. You didn’t actually mix anything.” Peeta admitted. You looked up at him in surprise and he was armed and ready with a handful of flour. He tossed it at your face and laughed as you coughed.

“Peeta. Let me help.” You whined as you cleaned your face.

“Just leave the baking to the baker, all right? I don’t show up in the woods and try to hunt.” He teased as he folded some eggs into his dough.

You watched him expertly mix the dough until a light and fluffy consistency was left in the bowl. You couldn’t help but admire the way he worked, moving as if with muscle memory. To get a better look, you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin on his shoulder. Peeta stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into you.

“There’s no cameras in here, you know. You don’t have to pretend.” He said quietly. You were surprised by this comment and pressed your cheek against his shoulder.

“I’m not pretending anything.” You told him. “I just wanted to hold you.”

“So you’re not acting? You really want to help me bake bread?” Peeta asked skeptically as he turned around in your arms. You toyed with the strings of his apron for a second before looking up into his eyes.

“I really do.” You answered honestly. “We never get to do anything normal together. I just wanted one day where we can just be us.”

Peeta stared into your eyes for a while as he tried to decide whether he should believe you or not. He so badly wanted to, but could never fully let his guard down around you after you revealed the way you acted in the first games was partially an act.

“Okay. Come here. We have to knead the bread.” Peeta said once he decided he was satisfied with your answer. He pulled you by the hand and placed you in front of him before wrapping both arms around you.

“Oh no.” You chuckled dryly, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“Oh yes. I’m a romantic. This is how we teach.” Peeta said as he put his hands over yours and began to knead the bread. You had seen this scene play out in old romantic movies that sometimes played on your TV and you knew Peeta must’ve seen them too. It was stupid, but it made you feel good inside.

“Do you teach everyone to knead bread like this?” You looked over your shoulder to question him.

“I don’t exactly go around teaching people how to make bread.” Peeta chuckled.

“Oh. I must be special then.” You smiled coyly and made eye contact with him over your shoulder. He was so close that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck and it sent tingles down your spine.

“Must be.” Peeta mumbled in your ear. You gulped and felt your face heat up, feeling grateful Peeta was behind you so he couldn’t see what he was doing to you. He continued to use his strong hands to make yours knead the bread.

“I hate the way this feels.” You said to break the silence.

“Then you’re gonna hate to hear that we have to do this for at least ten minutes.” Peeta laughed as you groaned.

“Peeta.” You whined but didn’t try to stop.

“You’re the one who wanted to stay and make bread. You could’ve run off into the forest to hunt with Gale, but you chose to spend your day off with me.” He reminded you.

“You’re right. I did.” You agreed with him as you squished the bread between your fingers.

“Where is Gale, anyway?” Peeta asked, and you could tell his intentions no matter how cool he tried to play it. He wanted to know if you were only with him today because Gale was busy.

“Probably at the Hob or something.” You shrugged. “I’m not really sure.”

“You don’t know where he is? Aren’t you guys always together?”

“Not always. I’m with you.” You said and looked over your shoulder at him. Peeta smiled timidly as he looked into your eyes.

“You’re with me?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah. I’m with you.” You smiled at him before returned your attention to the bread.

“I can’t help but wonder for how long.” Peeta said softly. There was no self-pity in his voice, just an honest expression. You stared into the dough and felt guilty pile up in your stomach.

“I know it’s confusing. I know I’m confusing. I wish I had more answers to give you.” You said quietly without looking at him.

“It’s okay. I’m happy just doing this.” Peeta answered honestly.

“So am I.” You realized and leaned back into him.

You continued to knead the bread in comfortable silence as a gentle rain patter hit the windows. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt peace like this, peace only Peeta could give you.

“Is it done yet because it’s seriously grossing me out.” You said after a minute of the silence.

“It’s done.” Peeta chuckled. “You’re free.”

You slipped your hands out of his and quickly ran to the sink to rinse them.

“Ew, ew, ew.” You grimaced as you cleaned your hands. “That was grosser than when I had to clean out your leg wound.”

“Really? This is more disgusting than that?” Peeta laughed in surprise.

“Yes. I don’t know how you do it.” You stuck your tongue out as you dried your hands.

“I’m a baker. It’s my passion. I don’t know how you skin animals and don’t throw up.” Peeta remarked as he tossed the dough around a little and worked his hands into it. You shamelessly watched him do this for a second before snapping out of it.

“I’m a hunter. It’s my passion.” You humored him. Peeta looked at you fondly as he let out a laugh.

“You’re funny when you want to be.” He remarked as he put the loaf in the oven.

“Not you, though. You’re always funny. Even in the most life threatening situations, you’ve still made me laugh. And nobody can make me laugh.”

“I’ve noticed that. That nobody else can do it. Maybe that’s why I try so hard to be the one who can.” He admitted as he stared at you with that ever present fondness.

“Well it works.” You shrugged and held his gaze. You stared at each other for a moment before looking away in embarrassment.

“So how long does that bake for?” You asked him.

“30 minutes. Then we test it to see if it’s risen.”

“Hm. What should we do for the next 30 minutes?”

“Actually, there is something I’ve always wanted to do.” Peeta said with a timid smile.

“Uh oh. What’s that?” You asked coyly.

“Draw you. If that’s okay.”

“Haven’t you drawn me before?” You asked, knowing you’d caught glimpses of his sketches every now and then.

“Yes. But they’re all side profiles because I draw you when you aren’t looking. I want one of you facing front.”

“Okay.” You agreed as your face heated up from the request. Peeta grinned and went to grab his sketchbook as you sat on his couch. You felt the almost untouched furniture and felt sad that he lived in this great big house all by himself. When he came back, he positioned himself across from you and looked up eagerly.

“How should I pose?” You asked and raised your arms in a dramatic way you’d seen people in The Capital pose.

“Just relax. Sit how you would normally sit.” Peeta chuckled and began to sketch out your face.

“Well I don’t remember how to do that anymore.” You realized as you awkwardly shifted in your seat.

“Then just pick a way to sit and stay like that.” Peeta laughed again. You obliged and relaxed into his couch as you stared at him. He sketched the outline of your head while you studied his face closely. The sun was beginning to dim below the horizon, making Peeta’s foyer his favorite color, a soft orange. The way the light hit him made his blonde hair and eyelashes appear golden.

“Your eyelashes are so blond.” You commented without thinking.

“What?” Peeta looked up as his entire face turned red.

“I’ve never noticed that before. They’re so blond and shiny. They look almost golden from here. Like Effie’s hair.”

“This place gets really good lighting. It’s a shame I’m the only one who knows that.” Peeta said with a sad smile.

“Now you’re one of two who knows.” You replied, making his smile go from sad to lovelorn.

“That’s true.” He said softly. You exchanged a smile before he went back to drawing you. You felt like you were spying on him from his closely you were watching him but you never got to see him this peaceful. You studied the way his hands moved around his sketchbook and admired how they somehow knew exactly where to go.

“What are you staring at?” Peeta asked, catching you in the act. You gulped and knew you were caught, so you just came clean.

“Your hands.” You admitted and didn’t meet his eyes.

“Why?” He asked, face still in a rose blush.

“I can’t talk. I’m posing.” You said in an attempt to change the subject with a joke.

“You’re all done posing, actually. Come take a look.” Peeta said. You got up from your couch and leaned over him to look at what he had drawn. On his sketch pad was a perfect little charcoal drawing of you. You hadn’t posed for him yet he managed to perfectly capture your most neutral expression. You knew he most likely drew it from memory since you were definitely no help while posing.

“Peeta. That’s beautiful.” You gasped and looked into his eyes. Peeta looked up at you as you leaned over him and blinked slowly.

“Yeah. You are.” He spoke softly. You looked into Peeta’s eyes before letting your gaze drop down to his lips. Before you could psych yourself out, you leaned down to kiss him. Your lips had merely brushed his when the timer went off, making you jump at the sound.

“The bread is-“

Peeta cut your sentence off by tilting his chin the rest of the way up to kiss you. He sat up on his knees and slipped a hand behind your head to properly kiss you as the timer continued to go off in the background. When he pulled away, you were left breathless while he moved some hair off your forehead.

“Sorry. I wasn’t about to miss out on that kiss for bread.” Peeta smirked as he got off the couch. You watched him walk back into the kitchen and touched your fingertips to your lips. You were still buzzing from the kiss as you walked into the kitchen.

“It smells amazing. I can’t wait to try it.” You smiled politely while Peeta took the bread out of the oven. Once it cooled, you took a knife and went to cut into it.

“Woah woah, what are you doing?” Peeta stopped you.

“Cutting the bread?”

“You can’t just hack into it. There is an art to cutting bread, my dear. Here. Let me show you.” Peeta said as he wrapped his arms around you from behind again.

“Oh boy. Here we go.” You playfully rolled your eyes but didn’t protest.

“It’s like this. Yeah?” He said into your ear. You stayed silent as you watched his hands work over yours to cut the bread into perfect diagonal slices.

“You staring at my hands again?” He asked suddenly, making you freeze.

“Maybe.”

“Why do you keep doing that?” He chuckled softly in your ear.

“I don’t know. Maybe I just like them and can’t really explain why.”

“I know the feeling.” He whispered in your ear after a beat of silence. Peeta let go of one of your hands and used it to touch your side braid.

“Your braid is on a different side today.”

“Oh. Yeah. It is.” You gulped as he toyed with the end of your braid. His hand moved to your shoulder as he placed a kiss on the side of your neck that your braid wasn’t on. It sent shivers down your spine and you didn’t want him to stop.

“I like it.” He whispered against your skin and placed another kiss on your neck.

“You noticed that it was different?” You asked as you turned around in his arms.

“I notice everything about you.” Peeta said simply. You looked into his eyes and smiled before taking hand hand. You brought two prices of bread over to his front door and opened it. You sat across from each other and watched the late afternoon rain that drizzled through the dimming sunshine. You bit into the warm bread and listened the rain falling while Peeta just watched you. When you noticed him staring, you gave him a pointed look and nudged his shoe with your foot.

“You know, Effie told me there’s a stove on the train.” You told him.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Maybe you can show me how to make cake tomorrow?” You asked, making Peeta’s smile grow.

“Sure.” He nodded. “Anything you want.”

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

This.

JAIME REYES MY BELOVED I LOVE HIM SO MUCH GUYS YOU DONT UNDERSTANDD

this WRECKED ME OMFG!!!

Cornflower Blue

SPOOKTOBER SPECIAL

❥Yandere Outlaw Song Mingi x fem reader

➯a/n: this is my darkest fic yet imo, be sure to read the contents and take care of yourself! also im super proud of this, it took like three months tbh and i still didn't get to fit in everything i wanted to. enjoy some yandere minki 💙

✃The moonlight seeps in through the sheer curtains and paints your skin in a haze of blue. The bruise on your temple like a water color bloom.

♫ "You love me 'till you wear me out, then you love me more." -Cornflower Blue, Flower Face ♫"Love's never been more than pain, so Baby, show me how bad you hurt." -Dog Days, Ethel Cain ♫"My Babe would never fret about what my hands and my body done- if The Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my Baby." -Work Song, Hozier ♫"I just wanted to be yours. Can I be yours? Just tell me I'm yours." - Strangers, Ethel Cain ♫

✫彡wordcount: 14k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(ಡ‸ಡ) (>ᴗ•) genre: plot heavy smut, yandere, angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: GOOD LORD WHAT HAVE I DONE ??? wild west au, HEAVY yandere themes, murder, reader near death experience, mingi is CRAZY, bribery, manipulation, threatening, gun violence/shoot-out, injuries, invasion of privacy, 'off-screen' death of main characters, kidnapping, NSFW; multiple sex scenes, masterbation, unprotected(BOO), first time, head(reader receiving), size difference, spit, breeding kink, overstim, biiiiiig dick mingi (i'm a sucker😞), praise, dirty talk, soft sex turned rough, extreme possessiveness

not edited, definitely grammatical errors 🥲

⁂taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg @nini4m @senpai-of-doom

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

"Ellis~" Your sing song tone echoes out through the alleyway, crates of stored food blocking your view. "Oh, my! Is that a corn snake?" You yelled out dramatically, crouching down behind a crate.

"Where?!" The young boys voice gets closer by the second until he runs up to you and you snatch him up.

"Wraa! I got you!" He laughs loudly, an heart-full sound that rings out in the dead town. Everyone has gone besides very few to a new market up North. "I've caught you, and I'll eat you up!" You pull him up as he yells and laughs and swing him around as you twirl to the main road. "I'll have ye for supper," you laugh with your best witch-like voice.

"No, I'm not tasty!"

"No? Well... I guess I shouldn't do this then!" You playfully nom at his sweatered shoulder, tickling his ribs.

"Auntie, please, I'll do it! I'll sweep!"

You stand up like nothing ever happened and smile, "great, Miss Carmen will be most pleased." You had recruited multiple of the youngsters left behind to help you maintain the vacant homes while the market took place, and some off them were less than happy to have been roped in. "Would you like me to carry you?"

"Ye' , please!" His smile is missing a tooth, and it makes you chuckle.

You place him over your hip and begin the short walk, planning out the rest of the days chores in your head when he screams, "horsie!"

You follow the path his chubby fingers points to, and find a large figure riding in past the town sign on a similarly large white horse. His face is obscured by his large droopy hat, but that isn't what makes you suspicious at first.

The man riding into town has multiple guns on his figure.

You scramble to the side of the dirt path and hold Ellis' head to your shoulder, looking up at the stranger as he slows his horse to come to a stop right infront of you.

   "Hello, Si-"

  "Auntie, I'm scared." Despite your best efforts, the young boy had caught a glimpse of the towering and dangerous-looking man, shivering in your hold.

     You crouch down and set him down carefully, rubbing his back for a moment before you turn him in the direction you want him to go, "run off to the schoolhouse, tell Maria to come and cook up our guest a meal. You can do that, right?"

     He rubs his eyes and peeks at the man before looking back to you, nodding eagerly. "Go on and get, then." You pat his shoulder and watch him run before turning to the man.

       "Room and board, Sir?" You speak formally to the hidden man.

    "Yes." He speaks simply, swinging his leg and jumping down from the horse.

    He's no less intimidating now that he's technically level with you. He looms over you like a shadow and places a chill in your bones. "Is this place a ghost town?" He has an accent that you can't place, but you lock onto it anyhow because it's quite clear he isn't from around here. You look away from him, trying to hide your nerves at the fact that he's the first real stranger you've ever met.

    "No, Sir. Most are away to sell our spring crops." He hums shortly in response, watching you closely from under the shadow his hat casts over his eyes as you grab his horses reigns. You can feel the way his eyes bore into your every move as you begin waking, "follow me, then."

    It's a silent and most awkward walk down the deserted main street, and you can still feel his gaze burning into your back as you lead his horse into the stables.

"So, where are you from, stranger?"

     "Away." Your feeble attempt at small talk is shut down by the man immediately as he stands in the large doorway, broad shoulders nearly touching its sides.

"Very well," you step back out of the horse's temporary home, and are put in the shadow his large frame casts. "Uhm, my name is (Y/n)," you extend your hand, trying to remember your manners despite the fear in your gut.

     He takes your hand, roughly. You can't tell if he means to- or if he's just that strong. "Mingi."

     His hand is cold. It shocks you. You pull away from his grip and push past him, head lowered. You've quickly found that you don't enjoy strangers. "Miss Maria can help you get settled, show you around if you like. Nothin' much to do 'round here besides drink or play ball." You ramble on as you head to the bar, just down the road. You don't have to look behind you to know he's following. You can feel his gaze locked in on your back, that same feeling you get when men at the bar have one too many or that time when a wild boar almost got you.

      The bar isn't anything special, though nothing in the town is really. He looks around, silently. A few wooden booths and rickety tables. A pool table. A small island that separates the main floor and the bartenders area. Beyond that, he can see a kitchen. He almost thought his luck had run out when he rode into the seemingly deserted town, and then he saw you twirling the young boy into the main road.

     He nods his head, maybe subconsciously, to say he's pleased enough to stay. "Up this way," your voice echoes in the empty space, and you touch his arm ever so lightly to get his attention. The staircase is hidden by the corner, and he has to crouch to ascend them. When he does, he's pleasantly surprised.

     The room has a homey, lived in feel to it. Well, most of it. It's a large space, walls decorated with dried flowers and boxed in dead insects, chalk drawings of all kinds of things on the dark oak walls. There's a slanted shelf that's adorned with carved wooden trinkets and toys, most of which have a small layer of dust if he looks hard enough. A large open window is on the back wall, facing the town, and a dresser that fits perfectly under it. The bed on the left side of the dresser is messy, a large fur blanket that's bundled up to expose pristine white sheets.

     The part that doesn't look as lived in is on the right side of the dresser. An fresh lantern candle placed neatly on the made bed, dark red sheets and grey comforter.

     "I hope you don't mind a roommate... I'm not here for the most part, I won't be in your hair." You're shuffling around quickly, hiding a few things that he didn't get to inspect into the left side of the dresser. "You can," you gulp, clearly uncomfortable with the silent man, "you can put your things away in these drawers if you like."

He stands, like a scarecrow, holding his rucksack tightly. When he moves, you flinch, sliding closer to what he now placed together is your bed. He chooses to ignore that, sitting down on the other bed and feeling the soft fabric. "You own this place?"

You're taken aback by his unprovoked speaking, gathering you thoughts as you sit across from him on your own bed. "Uh, no. A man named Louis owns this and the bar."

"Hm. And you?"

"I work down in the bar, bartending and such. So he lets me stay."

A small smirk plays at his lips, hidden by his hat as he looks around again. You've clearly lived here a long while. There's more to your story than just working downstairs. "Kind of him."

    "Very. You may be able to thank him for his hospitality, he gets back in a few days." You pause for a moment before you ask tentatively, "how long will you be staying?"

     He stands and turns his back to you as he takes off his hat, beginning to unpack his bag. "Few weeks maybe."

    "Ah," you draw quietly, anxiety growing in your gut. The very few visitors you could remember stayed for only days, if that. Even then, they weren't total strangers. They were people that others in town knew from the market or city.

    "Hope you don't mind a roommate," he turns back around and tosses a look your way as he starts to fold his clothing into the unoccupied drawers. And if the air wasn't gone from your lungs by now, it is now. This stranger, Mingi, is the most handsome being you've ever laid your eyes upon.

     His eyebrows are softly arched, beautifully curved nose and lips. And his eyes- oh, his eyes. You swear you could get lost in them. And it seems you do, staring at the man despite the fact your intuition is telling you to look away. "Handsome, I know."

    A heat flushes your face and you force yourself to look away as he smirks your way, "w-well, you know, uh- let me go and fetch Miss Maria, you must be famished!"

     With that, you're down the stairs and out the bar. He watches as you speed walk away through the window, blissfully unaware that he's opened up your drawers to have a deeper look into his roommate.

༄

You dodged the handsome stranger until you no longer could, the sun was setting and there were no more excuses to be found to avoid going back home. He wasn't in the room when you returned, but the bathroom door was closed and you could see the flickering of a candle from the cracks.

    You lit a few candles on the dresser before the sun fully set, taking some deep breaths as you heard him moving around. You remove your boots, a groan of relief settling behind your lips as you wiggle your toes.

    As you're unfolding your night gown, the door to the bathroom creaks open. "Hello, Miss," he greets, much warmer than his earlier aura.

     "Mingi," you greet back with a small smile, "have you found your way around well?" You shift your weight uncomfortably as he tilts his head at you, as if he's trying to read you.

    "Mhm, this ghost town isn't as bad as I thought," he sits down on his bed, rolling his head with a groan.

     "Very good, maybe when the other return you'll find it even better." You can't wait for the day. His presence makes you... uneasy, is the best way to put it. You know he could easily over power you and the others. Elderly, young, and women who don't have a single idea of self defense. Maybe that was stupid on your towns part- but you needed all of the hands on deck to sell the bountiful harvest.

      You excuse yourself and lock the bathroom door behind you, double checking before you begin to remove your day clothes. As you change, you start to wonder if maybe Mingi was just uncomfortable around strangers as well. He's seemed to have warmed up quite a bit to you. You'll have to ask Maria in the morning about their encounter.

     Perhaps he won't be as bad as you expected- "Oh, dear me!" You stumble as you re-enter the room, covering your eyes with your hands. "Uhm, Mingi?"

    "I'm just cleaning my wound," he chuckles, watching you with a glint in his eyes.

      You peek through your fingers, keeping your hands to your face to hide.

    Indeed, he's shirtless. Your eyes hadn't played a trick on you.

      You swallow the gathering wetness in your mouth as you peer at his naked torso. He's slim, toned in all the right places. His arms are something of a dream to you, and you have to force yourself to look away from them as sinful thoughts begin growing in your mind.

    Instead, you take a look at the wound he referred to.  A shallow gash going from his hip around and around to his back. The edges of it are already scarring, leaving only the middle of it as a wound.

You slowly approach the end of his bed, hands resting on the metal bed frame. "May I ask?"

"Every man his enemies. Mine happen to be good with throwing knives."

"Is that why you carry all those weapons?" The question has been nagging you. He has so many. And you don't like them. You don't like that they are in your home. He's left them on his side of the dresser.

"Perhaps." He groans as he tries to reach around and clean the part of the cut that stretches onto his back. "Would... would you be so kind, (Y/n)?"

It's your turn to be the silent type. You move to sit beside him, taking the damp rag and jar of salve with shaking hands. You haven't been this close to him until now. You haven't been this close to any man, really.

He smells shockingly good.

He shivers as you begin cleaning up his wound, and you apologize under your breath.

Unbeknownst to you, that was not a shiver of pain.

He's always been the nosy type. He couldn't help himself but try to get to know you through your belongings while you were gone. And he struck a pot of gold when he found your diary.

The entries dated back seven years. And he read through all seven of them. With every word, he became more and more infatuated with you. And your touch on his body solidified that infatuation. It felt right. Your innocent, helping touch turned his infatuation into something more sinister.

So, no. It was not a shiver of pain.

"There you go," you can't help but stroke the large expanse of his back once you've finished, it's a work of art. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to notice.

But, oh, does he. He has to bite his lip to hold back a moan, looking down at his lap. His member twitching to life from the smallest, most pure of your touches. "Thank you kindly." He forces out, breathily.

You're in your own bed much to quickly for his liking, hiding under your blanket. "Goodnight, Mingi. I shall see you in the morning."

༄

     "Hello, stranger," you smile at him as steps out of the building, earning one back. "Slept well, I hope?"

    "Very, thank you." He takes a seat on the steps of the bar next to you and watches the sun grow higher in the sky. "May I ask you a personal question, (Y/n)?"

     "I suppose so," you shift slightly, toying with the strings on your boots. While your knees are pulled up to the step just below your bottom, his feet stretch all the way off of the steps and onto the dirt.

    "Where is your family?"

    "I'm sorry?"

   "Well... it's just, you're a beautiful young woman. Don't you have a husband and a couple of rug-rats?"

    "Rug-rats," you repeated with a chuckle, shaking your head. "No, no rug-rats."

"And a husband?"

"The closest I have to a husband is Castle... my mutt." You look to him with a bigger smile, your nerves and anxiety around him unwinding. When he laughs, you feel a flutter in your stomach that makes them disappear completely.

You turn back to the sun as it rises, trying to convince yourself that the heat you feel on your cheeks is from the warmness of it. "Why do you ask?"

He hums, leaning back on his elbows and allowing his eyes to flick up and down as they observe you. "Wanted to know my chances."

"Oh!" You look back at him, his eyes shining with that glint once more, "the cow boy is a flirt? I see."

"I'm not a cowboy."

"No?" You lean back and join him, crossing your legs. Maria had told you just earlier that he was strange, that she sensed a darkness about him. But you only felt warmth and light. "What are you then, Mingi?"

"An outlaw." The smirk on his lips makes you think he's joking, and you let out a laugh.

If only you knew that Mingi was being truthful.

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      The wagons roll into town the next morning, bright and early. You're still asleep when the first one comes, but the happy hollering from Maria wakes you and Mingi both with a start.

    He's dazed and confused, rolling around and glaring at at ceiling above him. While you, well you nearly jump out of your skin to run downstairs.

     Still in your nightgown and soft socks, you almost slip and fall as you jump off of the last stair and slide into the main area. "Lou!" You collide into him and sway happily as the older man lifts you up in his arms.

"There's my girl! You been holdin' us down?" He sets you down carefully and inspects you, making sure you've been kept safe in his time away.

"You know I have," you give him a wide and toothy smile, "how was the new market?"

"Oh, it was wonderful, dear! Next time I should take you both with me, so many new things," he reaches into his satchel, handing his wife something small and shiney.

Mingi, in his own sleep clothes- a loose pair of pants, slowly descends the stairs, silent as a mouse as he watches the three of you.

Miss Maria, the older woman with a scarf permanently affixed to her head, looks down at the ring with a teary smile. "Oh, Louis, you shouldn't have." You lift yourself up and sit on one of the tables, watching the two kiss with a small smile.

"Why shouldn't I? A man is meant to spoil his wife, isn't that what I always say? Besides, we made quite the profit this time around." His wrinkled hand cups her cheek, and you can't help but coo at their affection.

"Y'all are too stinkin' cute." Maria looks away bashfully, admiring the ring on her hand. While Louis turns to you with a smile, which fades as quickly as it came.

"And who is this?" His hand is on his belt, twitching at his pistol as he spots Mingi coming up behind you. You turn, and then back, moving his hand away from his weapon.

"That's Mingi, he got here a few days ago. A traveler." You don't know if that last part is necessarily true. Mingi never did tell you why he was passing by your isolated town. "He's quite alright."

"He's half naked- and so are you! Young lady-"

"Lou!" Maria is flabbergasted by what he seems to be implying, while you don't seem to see the innuendo. Of course you are? You just awoke.

Mingi stays silent, and simply extends his hand to Louis. When he doesn't take it, he puts it back to his side, joining you at the table. It seems to you that Mingi is indeed weary of strangers. He seems only comfortable with you. Yesterday, he followed you around almost like a lost dog. Insisting that he wanted to help you with your daily chores.

His eyes flick down to your chest. Sure, he's seen you in your nightgown. But that was in the moon or candle light. The sunlight from the many bar windows exposes just how sheer it is. He can see your nipples if he looks hard enough. And, oh, he's looking.

And Louis notices, ears flushing red with anger as the strange traveler looks you up and down. "Alright, dear, go get dressed."

"Oh, but I wish to hear of the market! Unc-"

"Now, (Y/n)."

With a sigh, you slide off of the table, patting Mingis exposed shoulder as you pass him. He goes to follow you back upstairs when Louis grips his wrist. Hard.

Maria is fiddling with her new ring, almost cowering behind her husband as she feels Mingis aura once again. She can't seem to pinpoint why. But she doesn't like this man one bit. He's done nothing to her, to anyone for that matter. But she feels an evilness seep from his gaze.

"Have a seat, Mingi." Louis doesn't seem to like him either. Maybe because of his silent demeanor or the way he was ogling you.

He does so, with a bored expression, plopping down on one of the wooden booths. Louis slides into the booth seat across from him, waving Maria off. She doesn't need to be told twice. She doesn't want to be near that man for one second more than necessary.

Alone in the seating area, the two men stare silently at one another. As if sizing each other up.

Louis is the first one to break, reaching into his pocket. A rusted old locket is slid across the scratched table top, and Mingi catches it before it falls into his lap.

As he opens it up, he sees a picture of two people in either of the slots. One, a woman with a wide smile. The other, a man looking down at the baby held to his chest. Their features seem... familiar.

"Her parents."

He looks up slowly, and sees the older man leaning back, "I'm sorry?"

"Those are her parents. My little sister and her husband. Died seven years ago. Train crash. Hit a cow on the tracks. Hate those damned things. They can't slow down quick enough to avoid hittin' something."

It's silent again, save for the sounds of Maria cooking up a storm in the back of the kitchen.

He looks down at the pictures again. Seven years ago... that's when your diary entries start. But you never mentioned the crash. Did you just decide to forget about it? Move on?

Louis can almost see the cogs turning in his brain as he looks at the worn photo. Before Mingi can ask, Louis is answering. "I seen the way you looked at my little girl. The same way I look at my Maria. So Imma tell you," he points to the locket, "I made a promise the day that train crashed. You know what that promise was?"

"No."

"That I'd gut anyone who ever laid an evil finger on that girl."

"Maria!" They hear you coming back down, and Louis snatches up the locket from Mingis hands as he stands. You stop briefly and look at them, but move on when you see Louis smiling down at him. "Have you seen my vest?" Your voice grows distant as you join your Aunt in the kitchen, unaware that the smile was followed by a threat.

"Don't make me gut you, boy."

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"You're so soft," you mutter as you brush the white mare with your fingers, stood just outside of her stable. She neighs loudly at you. "Oh, I know. So many strange horses, you must be frightened."

The once empty stable house was now filled again, everyone was back in town by high-noon. She seems like her owner, and like you. She doesn't like strangers. She nearly kicked the short door down when you approached with a handful of hay.

A few minutes later, she's letting you pet her. You're stood on a stool, bent over the edge of the door to dust the dirt off of her white coat. "You're a sweet girl, huh?" You smile at the animal, receiving more neighs in response.

"Who you talking to?"

The abrupt interruption makes you stumble, nearly falling off of the wobbly stool. You steady yourself on the door and look back, throwing a smile his way when you see it's Mingi. "Your horse."

He joins your side at the door, holding his hand out to his mare. "You know she can't talk back, right?"

"Don't mean she can't listen."

He smiles at your response. You really are a kind soul, giving affection to an animal that can't give you anything in return.

"Busy, Miss (Y/n)?"

You shake your head. Nobody has come by the bar yet, and you don't think anyone will for a while. They're all spending time with their families.

"How about a ride, then?" He's opening up the door before you can respond, making your upper body follow it, legs outstretched to stay on the stool.

"Oh- I don't... I don't know how."

He keeps putting the saddle on the horse despite your words, a smile playing at his lips. By the way your smiling as well, he knows you want to. "I can teach you. Are you afraid?"

     "I must admit... a bit."

    "Don't worry, I won't let you fall."

    "Really?"

    "Mhm."

      You hop down from the stool and move it out of the way as Mingi walks the mare out of her stable, following close behind him with a wide smile. You get a few strange looks from townspeople as you and the towering stranger stop in the middle of the main dirt road.

     One pair of eyes watches you even closer. Louis stands from his rocking chair on the porch of the bar, staring dumbfounded as Mingi picks you up and helps you onto the animal. Jaw dropped as he hops up and sits in the saddle right behind you, hands guiding yours to hold the reigns. Before he can even get off of the porch, the both of you are galloping out of town.

     The cool October air against your face as you slowly gain speed feels freeing, like it's washing your very soul. Your nerves are still shaking a bit, and you lean your back into Mingis chest, holding onto the reigns tightly. You jump ever so slightly when one of his hands rests over your stomach, gently holding you.

     "Don't worry," he says, "I've been riding since I was a child."

And so, you don't worry. You let the freeing feeling wash over you, relaxing into him and letting the mare take you where ever she pleases. Which just so happens to be the furthest you can ever remember being from town. You nearly forget that Mingi is even with you until you feel his hand move away from your stomach.

He grabs the reigns, his hand over yours as he pull her head back carefully, slowing her to a stop in the middle of a field. He pulls your hands back with his and settles them in your lap, atop of your bundled up skirts.

She lowers her head and starts chewing on some of the green grass. You look up at the sky, clear and bright.

"Not so scary, right?" Mingi speaks up gently, his hands never leaving your own as he looks up at the baby blue with you.

"Not at all, though maybe it's because you did all of the work," you let out a small laugh, turning your hands palms up and letting him weave his fingers into yours, enveloping you in warmth. "Is this what your life is like?"

The endless expanse of nature staring back at you, birds chirping their lovely songs.

"For the most part." He doesn't want to tell you about the other parts of his life. The bloody and harsh parts. You don't need to hear about that. Not when you're so pure and soft in comparison.

"I like it. I can see why you don't settle, cowboy."

"I'm not a cowboy."

A grin on both your faces, a comfortable silence overcomes you for a moment. He leans and slowly, almost nervously, rests his forehead on your shoulder. When you don't make a move to lean away, he absolutely melts into you. His heart beating loudly in his ears, he's shocked you haven't looked back to look for a marching band with how loud it is.

"I think I may stay a little while longer," he whispers tenderly into your back.

"I think I may like that."

You revel in each others touch for a few more moments before he moves, scooting back away from your backside. "Let's stretch our legs." Before you can complain, he's jumped off the horse and is holding out his arms for you. Deciding 'why not', you lean over and let him essentially pull you off her back.

You stretch your arms over your head as you wander, smiling back at him.

Oh, he could get addicted to that smile.

Directed at him, and him alone.

He watches with a flicker in his eyes as you start gathering wild flowers, folding up the rim of his hat to get a better look. You start braiding them together, fingers working nimbly. The song of nature overcoming you as you work, and he admires from a few feet away.

You look like an angel, the sun beaming down on you and shining from behind you like a halo as you turn and face him. "Crouch down, big boy," you tease him softly, a heat creeping up your face as you see him blushing.

He leans down, letting you affix the flowers around his hat. When he comes back up, he does a small twirl, "how do I look?"

"Pretty!" It slips your lips before you have the chance to think, and it makes him blush all the harder.

"Let me see," he takes his hat off, short hair wild and blowing with the breeze.

He pulls the hat over your head in the next second, and the large accessory falls over your eyes. He laughs, hand over his mouth as you tilt your head up and peek at him from under the rim. "How do I look?"

"Like a doll," he exclaims breathlessly, eyes not leaving you for a single second as he takes in the sight of you in his hat. The wind blowing your loose hairs and skirts. A shy smile stretching your lips as you look away, admiring the sky as he admires you.

"Oh, hush."

"It's only true." He comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders loosely.

You have to remember how to breath as he looks over your shoulder at you, shit-eating-smirk on his lips. "Doll~"

"We should head back!" You squeal, ducking out of his arms as heat overwhelms your body. He only laughs, and the melodic sound echoes in the field.

"Alright then, up you get," he hoists you back onto the saddle, hands lingering on your exposed thighs as your skirt pools around your hips while he hooks his boot into the stirrup.

And you're off again, this time slowly. Like he knows that you crave to spend time with him as much as he does you.

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It's a few days later when he awakes in the night. The moon his only source of light. His breaths uneven and heavy.

Why did he have to wake up? That dream was ethereal, it nearly made him ascend to the heavens.

He groans as he flips onto his stomach, not a atom of shock in his being as he feels his hardness pressing into the mattress. Not after he just experienced the wettest dream of his life.

You looked like a Goddess below him, head tossed to the side and exposing all of the marks he left on your neck. The bed rocked in time with the yells of his names that left your bruised lips. Over and over. Louder and louder. Your eyes rolled back, your chest rising and falling as you tried desperately to keep up with his pace.

He's certain that's your rightful place, taking his cock and calling his name, soul intertwined with his. "Fuck..." Just six days and you have him wrapped around your little finger. He's never felt like this. You must be the one.

    He can't help but look over at your bed across the room as his hand travels into his pants. His eyes nearly flutter shut, but he forces them open once again.

You're a restless sleeper, he's discovered. Your torso is pressed into the mattress while your hips are rotated slightly up, one leg hiked up and making your nightgown slip past the round of your ass.

God, your subconscious must know what he's doing.

That's the only 'reasonable' conclusion Mingis lustful mind can come to as you moan in your sleep, rolling onto your back and spread your legs to get comfortable. It takes every fiber of self control in him not to pounce on you and take you right there.

He's content to fuck himself silly for the moment, and he's almost ashamed at how fast his release comes- but he can't help it. You look so fucking delectable and he hasn't touched himself since before he rolled into town.

He bites into his pillow with a growl, eyes never leaving your peaceful form until he's overstimulated himself into oblivion. His arm sore and cock even sorer, he finally lets up, breathing heavily into the quiet night.

As he slinks to the bathroom and cleans himself up, he wonders what it would be like to feel your body close to him after such a release. Well-

Why not find out?

He leans over your bed with tears in his eyes, gently grabbing your arm and calling out to you.

"Min?" The nickname that you utter while half asleep almost has him ready to go again, but he pushes it away as you sit up groggily and look at him with concern written on your face.

"I don't feel too well, Doll... Can I sleep with you? Keep me warm?"

You feel his head with the back of your hand, a frown on your face as you feel his heated flesh- unknowing of the true cause.

"Mh, come on, big boy," you scoot to the wall that your beds on and lift your fur blanket, a sleepy smile on your features as he dives into the bed. The metal frame creaks under both of your weight but neither of you pay it any mind.

He melts into your body heat, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping you close.

It's so much better than he imagined.

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That's the best sleep you've ever had. You felt so safe and warm. And Mingi doesn't feel any different, he hasn't had a restful sleep like that since he was only a boy. You seem to have kept his reoccurring nightmares of his past away.

All the damage he's done and all the pain he's endured, wiped away as you rested your head on his shoulder.

Your legs are tangled together, arms wrapped around one another. Your head in his neck and his chin resting gently on top of it. Soft, gentle breaths as the both of you wake.

Rain beats down on the roof, creating a soft and steady melody.

Neither of you can tell how much time has elapsed, but it doesn't seem like it's ever enough. So when you finally sit up, a pout forms on his features.

You feel his forehead, a smile on yours. "No fever."

"Hm, maybe a night bug." He sits up and swings his legs over the bed, facing into the room to hide his growing blush as the memories of his dream flood his mind.

He feels the bed shift under your weight as you crawl up behind him. "I had a dream last night," you whisper as you gently rub up his back.

"Mh?"

"Mhm." Your heart flutters as you muster up the courage to continue speaking, "a dream of you and I."

"Oh, do tell."

And tell, you do.

"Well... it began with you and I, sat in the bar. A few too many drinks in our bodies. A few kisses... A few touches... and then we came up here." His breath hitches in his throat, surely he's still dreaming. This is an elaborate trick of the brain. "Mingi?"

"Y-yes?" He wants to both explode with joy and collapse with embarrassment.

"Will you touch me? Will you kiss me? I'm sorry if that's wildly inappropriate- oh it is, I'm so ter-"

Your rambling is cut off as his lips collide with yours ever so softly. One of his hands cups your cheek, the other finds purchase on the small of your back.

He slowly pushes his weight onto you, laying you down on your back as your lips meld together. A curse falls past his lips as you ghost your fingertips over his abs.

He kisses down your jaw, savoring every inch of your skin until he reaches your covered breasts. He looks up, and the look in his eyes makes the heat in your belly grow ten-fold. "Can I see you?"

With the slightest nod of your head, he's slipped the straps of your nightgown down and tugged it down past your chest. His mind is racing. His heart is about to beat out of his chest. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He whispers, voice rough and barely heard over the storm raging outside.

His calloused hands trail down your chest, ghosting over the pebbled flesh on your breast and down to your skirt. You can't help the gasp that escapes you when he lifts it up, letting your entire nightdress rest in a bunch on your stomach. He's already panting, and he hasn't even touched you.

You're just so beautiful. You're a Goddess in his eyes.

He smiles up at you as he lowers himself, your legs spread by his wide shoulders. "I'm going to make you cum your brains out, Doll~"

Before you can even question what he means, his tongue is darting out and swiping up the length of your cunt. "Ah!" Your back is arched off the bed at the simple motion, and it solidifies his theory that you're a virgin. Your keening at the littlest bit of attention, your poor neglected pussy is begging for more.

You slap your hand over your mouth at the noise, looking shocked that it even came from you. He can't help the chuckle that vibrates in his throat- that is, before his taste buds register the most delicious, mind blowing juice he's ever had the pleasure of putting in his mouth. "Oh, fuck..." Then he's just as flustered as you are, diving back in between your thighs like a man starved.

     The little noises that manage to slip past your hand urge him on even more than the way that your wetness just keeps coming and coming and coming as he slurps it all up. His tongue darts and licks and rolls all over you, and you can't even register all of the pleasure you're getting from it- it feels that good.

     He slips his arms under your thighs and grips them tightly to ground himself as he allows himself to drown in you. He lets his instincts do all of the work, enjoying himself more than he ever has. His nose nudges against your clit as he slurps noisily.

     The way you taste. The way you smell. The way you sound. The way you feel.

     All of it. All of you. He's going mad with lust. With love. He's going to explode, he truly believes it. And then you call his name.

      "Mingi—"

    So sweet and desperate, absolute music to his red hot ears as he sucks the bundle of nerves above your sopping wet heat. He doesn't even register that you've cum all over his chin until youre tugging at his hair roughly and forcing him away from your throbbing pussy.

     He moans out loud as you harshly pull him away, jaw dropped as he pants. "You taste so good, Doll," he slurs drunkenly. Your essence has gotten him drunker than any alcohol ever could.

     You're panting even heavier, chest rising and falling quickly as you tremble in the aftershocks of your first orgasm that's come from another person. 

     He rubs his finger tips over your thighs gently, luring you back down to Earth as he gawks at you. You swear that there's hearts in his shining eyes.

     "W-" your attempt at words comes out as jumbled whine, and you let yourself fall back into the pillow.

     "It's okay, Baby," he coos, licking his lips as he sits up, folding his legs under him and pulling your limp hips into his lap.

     The new nickname makes your cunt twitch, and he catches it. "Oh, you like that, hm?" His index and middle finger spread you wide, and he purses his lips- spitting directly onto your sensitive hole. "C'mon, talk to me, pretty Baby."

      "G-god!" You cry out embarrassedly, forever thankful for the angry storm outside that hides your sounds from any neighbors. "Yes, I do, I really do," you draw out, grabbing the sides of his thighs as he teases your entrance. You're still hyper sensitive, twitching with every small movement he makes.

    And he absolutely revels in it.

    "Yeah? I bet no one ever made you feel that good before," he smirks, letting another wad of spit hit your hole.

     "Nuh-uh," you shake your head, peering up at him, and your next words make it hard for him to keep his composure. "Stay. Stay here and- and fuck me."

     Little do you know, after that first night- he lost any plans he had of ever leaving.

"I will never leave you," and he means it. He has no plans of ever letting you go. And he's about to let you know that.

       He slides you back off his lap and lays over you, holding your head with one hand as the other guides his leaking tip into you. "Oh, ngh," you whine, holding onto his biceps tightly. He bites his lips as he feels your walls for the first time. So warm and tight around him. So soft. "M-min, be gentle," you whimper, leaning up and hiding in his chest.

     "Don't worry, Doll, we'll go slow" he strokes your head gently, slowly -oh, so slowly- sinking into your tight core. "Such a pretty little thing, so fuckin' tight f'me," he growls, and again as the noise makes you clench around him. "Gonna have to stretch your little pussy out before I can even move, you've got me in a fucking vice, Baby."

       "Mingi, d-don't talk like that, it's dirty," you pant into his chest, the warm air making goosebumps form.

     "Well, look at you," he nearly purrs, pulling your head back from his chest gently, "look." You blink a few times, taking in the sinful scene.

    Your legs spread around his slowly moving hips. His thick monster of a cock gradually disappearing into your stretched folds.

     "Can't not be dirty while we're breaking in this cute little cunt," he says matter-of-factly, looking down at said cunt while it clenches around the half of his cock that's he's managed to sink in. A lewd moan leaves his parted lips, looking back to you as you whimper and fidget. "Hey, hey," he coos, cupping your face in his palms. "Half way there, Doll. How's it feel?"

     "Like you're gonna split me in half," you ramble out, looking up at him with the softest eyes he's ever seen. "Please, c-can we take a break? You're jus' so big..."

     "Of course, sweet girl," he leans down, careful to keep his hips locked despite how badly he just want to slam into your welcoming heat, and kisses you. Stroking your cheek bones with his thumbs. "You feel so good, like heaven." 

    The praise makes your rapidly beating heart skip a beat. "Mingi?"

    "Yes," he moans in response, looking deep into your eyes.

    "I think I'm falling in love with you." The sudden confession makes his cock twitch, his heart jumping into his throat. "Is that silly?"

     He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, which are admittedly a chaotic mess.

    "If it is, we would be silly together."

     "You mean-"

    "Yes."

    You grip his shoulders and lean up, pressing your lips to his in an act of pure desire. The both of you get lost in each other, tongues darting out and lapping at one another like a lifeline.

    Sufficiently covered in each others spit, you pull back. "Keep going, I want to take all of you." You have a newfound confidence after your short trade of admissions, demanding that he go on and fuck you.

      A few more moments of excruciating stretching pass when you suddenly feel his pelvis flush with your clit, both of you panting like wild animals as you feel each other completely.

     "Holy shit, Baby," he sneers, resting his face in the crook of your neck, taking in deep breaths of your scent to keep himself from jack hammering into you. You are truly the best thing to ever happen to him, and your cunt molding into the shape of him is just a bonus.

      There are no words that you can find in your brain. All if it is wiped away as you feel his rock hard cock stretching you out, filling you wall to wall. When he breaths out, a content sigh into your neck, you feel the veins on his length pressing into your gummy walls. "Hah~" Is all you can manage, thoughts turned into mush as he begins to slowly pull back out- just an fraction of an inch. Before sliding back in quickly. "Fuck!"

     "Doll, please, please," he whimpers, holding onto your waist tightly as he rolls his hips, "please say you're ready, I don't know how long I can take it."

    "Y-" the second the first syllable is utter from your lips, he's already pulled out half way, "yes!" He thrust back in, steady and slow at first.

Words are lost between you - minds absolutely flooding with hormones as he begins thrusting harder, faster. Moans, groans, loud whimpers. The slapping of your skin is so loud that even the rain pounding at the window can't drown it out.

He's stuffing you beyond your wildest imagination. His cock was made to stretch you so deliciously, and your pussy was made to take it.

It's his dream coming to life, quite literally, as your eyes roll back to the depths of your head and you're squeezing him tighter than before. It's almost impossible for him to keep thrusting, but he finds a way.

He grips your hips tight and is making you bounce on his cock effortlessly, all the while pounding his hips into yours. He's so deep inside of you, it feels like he can feel the same coil in your gut that you do. And it's about shatter.

He slips a hand down and begins swirling his fingers over your clit, pushing you off the edge roughly, making you cream over his member with a broken yell of his name. He leans in, all of his weight on you as fucks you through it harshly. His lips right next to your ear.

"You. Are. Mine."

And with that, a warmth like no other spreads inside of you.

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Nearly two months passed like they were nothing, days seemed to fly with you by his side.

     He felt he finally had a place where he belonged.

    He found himself work cleaning peoples guns in the bar, even selling and trading some.

    He had a bed to go to at the end of the day. After that first time together, you both rearranged the room. Pushing your beds together under the window and putting the dresser on the wall.

     He had the other half of his soul. You. He knew everything there was to know about you, and you knew everything there was to know about him. Well- all he was willing to tell. Sometimes, there was a dark glint in his eyes that made you feel like you didn't know the full story of the man you shared your life with. But all doubt faded away when he smiled at you.

     All was well- more than well. It was perfect.

      Until a group of strangers rode into town. Strangers to the town. But strangers to Mingi, they were not.

     He walked into the bar and Mingis heart stopped. He saw all of his hard work to get you, to settle, to make a life- all of it- vanish. It disappeared.

     "Fuck me," he groans, keeping his head low and cursing himself for not wearing his hat today. He hopes that he'll go unnoticed. But that hope is squashed when the man slides into the booth across from him.

     "Well, slap my ass and call me Pamela. Song Mingi!" The rowdy man immediately catches Louis' attention from behind the bar.

     "Why are you here, Buck?" Mingi keeps his tone low, hostile.

   "You know why I'm here. You want in?" The man, Buck, has a smirk playing mischievously on his lips.

     "No. You, and whoever else you drug into this town are leaving. This town is off limits."

     Buck lets out a shrill chuckle, "says who?"

     "Says me. This is my town. Get the fuck out before I shoot you." Mingi growls, placing his pistol on the table, finger twitching at the trigger.

      That gets Louis' full attention, his hand immediately unlocking the safety on his gun as he makes his way over. "Mingi, who's your friend?" He hates to admit, but he's grown fond of Mingi over these long winter days.

     "He's leaving. Ain't that right?" Mingi tilts his head at Buck, who takes a look around. Multiple patrons of the bar have their hands on their guns, ready to draw.

     He isn't stupid. Mingi is apart of these people now and they'll protect him.

    "Yeah, that's right." He slides out of the booth, giving Mingi a seemingly innocent smile. But Mingi knows him all too well. "I'm glad you finally found yourself a nice girl to settle down with."

      With that finally threatening congratulations, he's back out the bar the way he came. Mingi watches from the window with wide eyes as he joins the posse of men outside. As soon as they start wandering away, looking into shops and other such buildings Mingi has come to be so fond of, he snaps into action.

    He runs up the stairs, nearly bumping his head. They've been casing the town, that's the only way he'd know about you.

      "Mingi!" Louis follows after him, slowed by age.

     He finds him reaching under the bed, staring bamboozled as he places gun after gun after gun into the mattress. "Mingi!"

      He ignores the panicking man, loading all of them up. "Son!" His head snaps up, tears threatening his waterline.

      "Louis, they're going to raid the town."

"What...?"

"I don't have time to explain, I have to go- go get (Y/n). You need to gather everyone who knows how to shoot. I n-"

"Boy, I don't care much for nonsense."

"Listen to me, Louis!" He clearly panicked, an expression he's never seen from him before. "What reason do I have to lie? This is my home too! This is my home and my woman, and I'll be damned if I let Buckey fuck-face and his thugs ruin it!" In his panic, Mingi doesn't notice the ring that falls from his bag as he gets out more ammunition.

Louis bends down next to Mingi and picks it up, puzzle pieces falling together in his mind.

Mingi snatches it back and shoves it in the bag.

"You're gonna propose to my little girl?"

"Not if we all die," Mingi responds shortly, shoving an armful of guns into Louis.

   They share a look.

    It seems Mingi made a similar promise to himself about you.

"Go and fetch her, don't raise any suspicion. If the townspeople know what's coming, it'll start a panic."

Mingi gives him a short nod. To say yes, sir. To say thank you.

He keeps his head down, hat covering his face as he weaves his way to the very back of the town. Trying his damnedest to avoid everyone from his past.

When he successfully makes it to the river, he spots you and is filled with relief.

    You hum quietly to yourself, bundled up in his large poncho to protect yourself from the frigid January weather as you clean your clothes.

    The harsh winds whip your loose hairs around, makes the clothes on the line flap loudly.

"(Y/n)!"

"Hey, Darlin-" He pulls you up, holding you close to his side as he drags you away, "what're you doing?"

"Just keep your head down, when we get back to the bar, go to our room, lock yourself in the bathroom. Okay?"

"Min, you're scarin' me..."

"Do you understand?" He asks firmly, stopping at the edge of town, turning you to face him.

He looks deadly serious. You haven't seen this kind of look since the first day you met. So you nod, committing what he said to memory.

"I love you," he kisses you deeply, shortly.

And then he drags you through town, and into the bar. But he pushes you right behind him when you walk in.

Buck has Miss Maria and Louis tied up, pushed to the floor. The few patrons are gone, and the yelling outside tells him Louis' plan to keep things calm has failed. Multiple men are rummaging around the bar, cleaning out the register. He can't hear any noise above them, and he's thankful that the entrance to your small home is so well hidden by the corner. 

     He feels you grip the back of his leather jacket, and he's about to turn and tell you to run when he feels you get ripped away.

     Your scream echos in the building as one of Bucks men tears you away, and Mingi has to stop himself from shooting the man the second he puts his hands on you. Doing that will just get you all killed.

He's deadly silent as he watches the man toss you to the floor. His gun was drawn the second you got tore away, and he's itching to use it.

You try to scramble away, but Buck comes up behind you and places his boot on your back, shoving you back down with a thud. Maria is sobbing uncontrollably into her hands, Louis' jaw is locked in anger as he looks away.

He bends down, putting more pressure on your spine. He grips your hair and turns your face to the side. "Well, well," he smirks, "you're even prettier up close, ain't you?"

Everyone stops in their tracks as you spit in his face. "Fuck you!" One of the men closest to you has a gun to your head in the next second, but you refuse to break.

"Feisty, I like that," he shoves your head to the floor, hitting it against it roughly. Mingi is seeing red as the world around him resumes, men ransacking the bar and chortling at your family. His family.

      "Buck."

   "Oh?" He turns, leaving you on the floor, "got something to say, pansy?"

     "Yeah." His eyes flick to yours as you push yourself up dizzily, and over to one of the booths before Buck even realizes he's looked away. "You need a key for the safe. I gonna give it to you, and youre gonna take it and leave."

     "Is that so? That's what's gonna happen?"

   "That's what's gonna happen."

   "You really lost your guts, aye? Found a nice girl and a cozy town and decided you're too good for this life, I see."

    Mingi slips his pistol back into its holster on his hip, sauntering over to the bar with all eyes on him. He stands infront of Maria and Louis, shielding them from what's about to come. "You see it how it is, then." He lifts up the pot of dying chrysanthemums in the middle of the wooden island and scoops up the key. His eyes spot you curling up under the booth he glanced at. Thank goodness you got the message.

      Cause shit is about to hit the fan.

    He tosses the key to Buck, and as his hands raise up to catch it-

     He puts a bullet in his brain.

     You can't help the scream that rips past your lips, covering your ears and hiding your face in your knees.

    As the men behind the bar start shooting at him, he ducks, shielding the older couple as the men infront of them begin firing. But he's too quick. Only one of them gets close, grazing his shoulder and stunning him briefly. He drops his pistol and takes the larger gun off of his back, propping it up over the island blindly and spraying the rest of the men in a hail of bullets.

     And then all is silent.

    With a heavy heart, you look up from your lap. The building is covered in blood, light seeps in from the holes in the walls caused by stray bullets. Maria is crying silently. Louis is looking at Mingi in shock as he falls onto his backside, holding his bleeding shoulder. 

     "What the hell was that, boy?"

     "That was me saving your ass."

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    Mingi and Louis, with the help of a few good samaritans, cleared the bodies out of the bar and drug them to the outskirts of town. Leaving them for the coyotes and bears. If it were up to him, Mingi would have hung them up as an example.

     Maria, seemingly in shock, scrubs the floor with a blank face as you fix up the register and dig out all of the bars belongings from the bandits bags.

     You feel a roll of papers at the bottom of one of the bag. A silent hum of amusement leaves you as you see what it is. They kept their own wanted posters. Proud of what they've done. You flip through them. Maybe out of morbid curiosity of who your boyfriend just gunned down.  And then you get to one who you know wasn't a victim.

     Because he was the gunner.

    Mingis face in a sketch stares up at you.

    WANTED.

    DO NOT APPROACH. ALERT THE AUTHORITIES.

 DANGEROUS FUGITIVE. SONG MINGI.

    The door to the bar swings open.

   The world spins around you as you look up from the drawing. And come face to face with it, brought to life.

    "Mingi..."

    "Are you okay, Doll?"

   You can't seem to find any words that describe the way your heart is breaking. Louis approaches you first, his own heart stopping as he sees what's held in your trembling hands. He tears it from you, glaring down like it's a hallucination.

    "Who are you?" Is all you can manage to whisper, backing away with a grip on your uncles sleeve as Mingi steps forward.

     "What is that?" He nods to the paper, although deep down he has an idea of what it is.

   Maria snaps out of her trance, joining your side, a gasp leaving her lips as she looks back and forth from the paper to Mingi.

     "You get out of here, you never show your face in this town again," Louis grips the man's collar and pulls him to his level, "You're lucky my girls are watching or I'd hold true to my promise."

     Mingi shoves him away and grabs the paper from Maria, his worst thoughts come true as he sees himself staring back at him.

     "Wh..." He trails of in a whisper, heart breaking into a million pieces as you look at him fearfully. Like you did the first time you met. He thought he'd never have to see that look again. "(Y/n), please, hear me out."

     Maria holds you to her chest as he approaches. "I knew I sensed evil in you, boy." She bares her teeth at him as she seethes, like a wild mother bear.

"Leave," your voice trembles, raw with all of the emotions that are flooding you. You lean further into your aunts arms as he reaches out for you. "You lied to me! I never want to see you again! I ought to turn you in!"

    "You have to believe me, I'm not like that anymore. Baby, listen! I only did what I had to to survive, you don't understand. I'm not like them!" He fights against Louis as he drags him to the door. "Please, I love you!" He's thrown off the porch, only getting a glimpse of you as you crumble to the floor before the door is slammed in his face.

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Mingi drapes his mare's reigns over a poll, trudging through the snow until he's at a familiar door.

He doesn't bother knocking. He barges in and stares down at the man at the desk.

"Mingi, long time no s-"

"I have a job for you." He slaps down a wad of cash, "more where this came from when you're done."

The man sighs, but takes the cash, thumbing through it. "And why don't you do it?"

Mingi ignores the question. "Louis and Maria Donelley. Shoot them, make it quick. (Y/n) (L/n). Tie her up on the tracks."

He hesitates for a moment. But in the end, "More where this came from, huh?"

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     It's been three days since Mingi has gone away. Rather, since he was forced away by his past and your reaction to it.

     You've slept for most of that time. Cried the rest. You barely eat. Barely talk. You hardly even move off your side of the once-shared bed.

    Maria, Louis, all of your friends tried to comfort you. Telling you that he was just a fling. That the one for you will come around and make all of the pain Mingi left disappear.

     They don't know that Mingi was the one.

     He made you so happy. Happier than you'd ever been. He made everything seem... right.

     "Hey, Dear," Louis knocks at the wall, slowly coming ascending into the room.

     "I don't want the soup, Uncle Lou..."

     "Auntie!" Ellis comes barreling past Louis and jumps onto the bed, hugging you tightly.

     "Ellis? Hey, Buddy!" You force a smile as you hug him back, sitting up with a groan and holding the child in your lap. "How you been?"

      Ellis goes on and on about what the new teacher from the city is teaching his class, a big smile on his face. Louis sees the smile pulling at your lips in the slightest, and he excuses himself silently.

     He, admittedly, is a very good distraction from your pain.

You spend quite a few hours playing with him, catching up on the things that are going on in town. He drops the ball onto the jacks and giggles loudly as it rolls away, under the bed. "I'll get it, set us up another round."

You bend down and feel around for it blinding, heart skipping a beat as you feel Mingis bag. You haven't found the courage to touch any of his things, even if to throw them away.

You move away from it and grip the ball, rolling it back to Ellis. "El, I'm feeling a bit tired, why don't you come back tomorrow."

"Aw... okay! I'll bring Violet and we can play outside!"

"See you then, Kiddo," you ruffle his hair as he passes you to leave.

It was a nice break from your sorrows while it lasted.

You crawl back into your half of the bed as the sun sets in the window above it, pulling Mingis pillow into your arms as you sob yourself to sleep once again.

Deep into the night, you feel the bed dip. You open your eyes with the littlest inkling of hope that Mingi has returned despite your harsh words his way.

But you're only met with a stranger.

You open your mouth to scream, but only get a small squeak out before you are met with a hit on the head.

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You awake as your body is tossed into the air, a loud groan leaving you as you collide with something hard. Through your blurry vision, you can see the moon high above you.

You look to the side, and you put two and two together that you're in a wooden cart as you see the stranger from above your bed riding on a horse that's got you attached to it. "Hey-" You croak out, getting his attention.

"Morning!" He yells, making you wince. You have a splitting headache. "Just in time for the show," he mumbles under his breath, pulling the horse to a stop.

You can hear him shuffling around in the snow, and you try to sit up before you realize you can't. Your entire body is tied in a thick rope.

The back of the cart opens up, and you try -you try so hard- to shimmy away as he reaches in and grabs your foot. But to no avail.

      He pulls you from the cart and lets you fall into the snow. It wets the back of your nightgown and hair, soaks your thin socks and makes you shiver. You don't think you've ever been this scared. Even during the shootout, Mingi was there to protect you.

      You watch with a fresh set of tears brewing in your eyes as you watch the man double knot some ropes onto the tracks. "Oh my God..."

      He ignores as you begin to beg for your life, telling him all sorts of things about you to try and make him sympathetic. "- and his name is Louis, he took me in when my parents died! Uncle Lou and Aunt Maria, please! She'd die of heartbreak!" He scoffs, knowing she's already dead. So is Uncle Lou.

    He followed Mingis request and made it quick.

       He pulls you by your binds to the tracks, the metal on the tracks is the coldest thing you've ever felt and it makes you yelp. You cry out in the night as he begins tying the ropes on the tracks to the ropes on your body.

    "Please, why are you doing this?!" Your voice shook with pure horror, tugging at the ropes that were wrapped around your entire body and tied to the tracks by the bandit. He crouched down at your feet and smirked, his simple answer making you cry all the harder.

     "Why not?"

   All of your pleas and prayers fall to deaf ears as the man turns away and to his cart, rummaging in his chest. The tracks begins to shake and you begin to except your fate. You turn your head to the side and watch the pebbles rumble, your sobs visible in puffs of air as you exhale into the harsh winter air.

    A loud thud and a groan makes you look back, and you see a tall figure on a familiar white horse.

    "Mingi!" He drops the crowbar he used to whack the man as he rode past.

    He looks back at you briefly- his face hidden by his droopy hat. But you can tell he's pissed. His jaw clenched and shoulders tense before a gunshot rings out and he ducks and rolls off of Mare, slapping her to make her run away as he draws his own gun.

    Between the rattling of the tracks and the thrumming of your heart, you can barely force yourself to watch as he approaches the man bravely, your eyes flicking from them to the horizon repeatedly. A sob of his name makes him pause for a split second before he comes back to his body.

    "Too close," Mingi scowls at the man, using his gun to smack his hand and make him drop his, kicking it away as he scrambles for it.

    "Aye, man, I did what yo-"

    "Too close."

    "Just give me my mon-"

       His gun smokes by his side in the next second as the man drops to the desert floor dead. He takes a moment to bask in the way the blood pools in the pure white snow before the steam whistle catches his attention.

      "Mingi, please!" He drops everything and runs to the tracks, crawling over your body and looking at your binds frantically. "Mingi, oh my God, please- I'm so sorry! Please untie me, hurry," you babble on in a panic as the train appears just over the horizon, sobs wracking you body under his as he tugs at the ropes.

     Your horror breaks his heart, but he knows it's necessary. He knows he has a knife strapped to his back, but he plays the panic card and 'forgets' as he forces a false worry onto his face. He won't let anything happen to his Doll, but you're too caught up in your fight or flight to remember that.

    "I got you, I got you," he murmurs as he pulls the ropes on one of your sides undone, taking his sweet time with the other as he watches the train grow ever closer- the conductor blaring the horn.

     Your free hand grasps at him, clawing at his leather jacket, eyes wide and soaked with tears as you stare down your death as it barrels towards you. Just a few feet away.

    Mingi yanks you up and falls to the ground besides the tracks with you on top of him, hands roughly holding you to his chest as his hat blows away with the wind that the train creates. You willingly slump into him, sobbing into his warm chest as the tracks rattle loudly besides you, drowning out your cries.

     He relishes in the way you cling to him well after the train passes, not daring move away from your savior as you cry your heart out and ramble on to him about how you're so sorry and how you never would have really turned him in and on and on until he silences you with a tender hug.

    He knows all of this. His Doll would never betray him. But it's best that he get a subconscious message through your thick, naive, skull early on.

   The message being: the attempt to leave him has failed miserably. Why even try to leave when he's so clearly your fate?

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Mingi locks the bar door behind him as he carries you into the building. He kicks off his boots. He knows you hate the mess.

    It was silent the entire way back to town.

And it remains that was as he carries you up the stairs and to bed. He doesn't even acknowledge you as he gets you some clean, dry clothes.

"Mingi..."

He sighs, shoulders dropping.

"I'm s-"

"I thought you hated me?"

"Min... I was just- just in shock! Why didn't you tell me you were... an outlaw?"

He kneels at the bed and slips your socks off, replacing them with a warm, thick pair.

The moonlight seeps in through the sheer curtains and paints your skin in a haze of blue. The bruise on your temple like a water color bloom.

"Because I was afraid." He bites his lip as it trembles. That's the plain truth. He was afraid you'd leave if you found out all the things he'd done. But now that you know, he still doesn't plan on letting you leave. "Please forgive me, Doll."

He lowers his head into your lap and smirks as he feels your hand rest on his hair.

"Come back home, Mingi."

"Really?" He looks up with the most puppy like gaze you've ever seen.

You nod, wiping your tears away, "I don't care what the others have to say. We can leave this place if we have to, I just need to be with you, M-" His lips collide onto yours as he pounces on you, pushing you onto the bed and nipping at your lips like he's starved. And he is, because-

"I missed you so fucking much, Doll," he growls into your lips, melting into you as you wrap your arms around him. It feels like it's the first time in forever, and it is to him.

"I love you, Mingi," you whisper as you look up at him, chasing after him as he sits up on his knees.

     He lifts your ruined nightgown, looking down at you as if you're a work of art as he tosses it away. "I love you," he whispers back, cupping your breast in his warm, big hands. "I love you so much it hurts."

You lay back with a moan, arching into his touch. Your mind is so fried from this weeks events, all you want to do is disappear into him.

     And you let it be know. "Take your clothes off." You tug at his buckled belt with an utterance, licking your lips at the sight of his happy trail. "Show me how much you missed me. Show me how much you love me."

     Your sultry words have him undressing in a hurry,  slamming his pistol down on the nightstand he made and kissing you deeply as he removes his belt, heart beating rapidly as you cup his cheeks to bring him closer.

     You're the closest to heaven he's ever been. Kissing down his neck and stroking his back. He doesn't know how or why this infatuation grew into something wild and untamable. And frankly, he doesn't care.

       You are quickly working to undress his top half while he kicks his pants away, letting his larger gun clatter to the floor. You no longer care if he leaves them out. You just want him home.

      "I was so worried about you, Baby," he pants, "I know I hurt you. I'm so sorry," he places kiss after kiss after kiss on your face, rubbing your thighs as he slides between them. "I love you. I adore you. I want you. I'm yours. You're mine." Every statement is accompanied by a kiss.

      "I'm so sorry, Min," you look deep into his eyes as he rubs his member on your wetness, "you're my one and only. I don't care what you've done to get here. As long as I have you in my arms. As long as I'm in yours."

     He hugs you tightly, forehead against yours as he slips inside of you. "I will never leave you," he moans out, settling deep inside of you as you pant and whine.

    You've taken him quite a few times at this point, but never like this.

    He always takes his time sinking into you, reveling in the slow stretch.

    But not tonight. Not after what you've been through. He needs to feel you, and now.

     He needs to feel your emotional connection on a physical plane. And so do you. That's why you don't stop him or push him away as he lowers into you quickly.

     You ground yourself by wrapping your arms under his and gripping his shoulders, careful of his healing wound.

     His chest against yours, heart beats drumming together as you try to disappear into each others being.

    Affectionate touches are left all over the both of your bodies. Tender kisses and promises of love.

    "You're all I ever wanted," you whisper into his chest as he starts a languid pace. "I want to be yours, tell me I'm yours."

"You're mine, Doll, all mine." He speaks ever so softly, cradling your head to his chest. He can't believe how lucky he's gotten.

"Make me believe you, show me I'm yours."

And he does.

     God knows how or why Song Mingi has so much stamina, but no amount of time passed stops him from pounding into you, he stops when he thinks you've had enough.

     He's made you cum seven times through the night, and with the sun beginning to rise out the window, he's still at it.

     Its been hours, and his pace hasn't slowed one bit. If anything, your pants and whines stir him on and he almost hammers into you. The quick in and out rhythm makes him moan. Your heat encasing him as the cold winter air seeps in through the walls that makes him want to bury himself in your body and never leave.

    He knows he's big. He's so big and you're small compared to him. But he doesn't care when he's balls deep in your sore and swollen pussy. He makes you take it to the base and chuckles deeply when you try and crawl away.

    "Min- can't take it," you sob, but that doesn't stop him.

    He grips your hips roughly and pulls your clit flush to his pelvis, holding you there as you squeal out, banging your fists onto your shared bed.

     "Fuck you can't, your pussy was made for me to stretch out." His next thrust sends your hips into the mattress, finally able to rest your exhausted body as he plunges into you from behind.

      Each rough thrust wipes away every thought from your mind until it's all Mingi.

   Mingi is so deep.

   Mingi is so thick.

   Mingi fucks you so good.

   Mingi treats you so good.

   Mingi loves you.

   Mingi.

   Mingi.

      "Mingi!" You moan out loudly into the pillows as you seize up, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you cum all over him. Vision dark and blurry, drooling all over the place, barely conscious after your eighth orgasm around his massive girth.

     He's panting and growling into your ear, continuing to thrust. He's relentless. He's really out to break you.

      "Please," you slur, wracking your slush of a brain for a way to get him to cum. You love him, and you love fucking him. But he just won't stop until he cums. And he won't cum until you essentially force him. He's so hell bent on making you get there, he forgets about himself, like he's outside of his own body. And he's extra determined after almost losing you. Your usual tricks haven't worked. So you pull out the big guns. "Please, Min... put a baby in me." Oh, you know him all too well. He's made multiple comments about how good you are with children. How pretty you'd look with that pregnancy glow, your belly round with his baby.

    "F-fuck, Doll," it seems as if that is enough to satisfy his hunger, slamming his tip into your womb and filling you with his warm and sticky seed so much that it splashes back on him and makes a mess of his lower stomach.

Still buried deep inside of you, uncaring of the mess, he lays ontop of your back gently and wraps his arms around your shoulders, his head next to yours. You shaking breaths and trembling legs calmed by his warmth over your entire body.

     "Holy fucking shit," you whimper, making him chuckle quietly.

     He places a gently kiss to your shoulder, "I didn't go to hard, did I?"

    "You did... but I liked it."

    He smiles as he rests his head, hands rubbing up your arms and to your hands, intertwining yours fingers. "I love you." He states. Loud and proud. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to share everything with you and I don't want to keep anything from you. I want you all to myself. Will you marry me?"

    The words almost get lost in translation on their way to your endorphin flooded mind, and your silence makes him nervous. That is until- he sees the giant smile spreading on your lips. "Yes."

"Oh, thank goodness," he sighs a breath of relief followed by a soft laugh.

    "But you'd better get me a ring," you joke, groaning out as he slowly pulls out of your abused core. There's a smirk on his lips that you can't quite place as he gently turns you on your back and helps you get comfortable.

     He reaches under the bed and grabs his bag. "You didn't-"

    "I did," he has his signature shit-eating-grin on his face as he takes it out. A dainty, pretty, thing. Much like he sees you.

      He cuddles into your side, fur blanket draped over your lower halves. Calloused and rough hands take yours. Gently and loving with you. Their past of violence is lost as he slides the ring onto your finger tenderly.

     "Mrs. Song."

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don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

I love him so much. I just wanna squish his cheeks and give him little kisses. I cannot 😭😭

Current obsession

hii ^.^ Im heavily obsessed with fics that have something to do with angst, so i’m requesting sensitive! reader getting into a heated argument with Eddie which causes her to cry. This is something I relate to so it would be wonderful if you could do something like this!!

Hiiiiii!! I hope i did your request justice.. icl im not the best at writing angst but i swear i rlly did try with this one!!

A/n: Also a bit of background info, Chance ( a character mentioned in the story) is just a background character in Stranger Things season 4. He’s just so cute and i like him a lot. He and reader are just friends i swear. he doesn’t like her in that way dw!!

He’s so babygirl oml 😭^^… anyways.

Forgotten | Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Sensitive!Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, Mean!Eddie (it’s justified), Jealousy, platonic!ChancexReader, Mentions of the basketball club, fluff, reader is referred to as a “princess”, Kinda Mean!Gareth and Mean!Jeff (it’s just for the plot pls don’t come for me).

Face it Eds, she’s just not coming.” Jeff spoke, patting him on the shoulder. They had sat waiting for Y/n for 15 minutes now. Eddie’s face displayed an expression of anger, almost as if to say “Shut the fuck up!”

“Maybe realised that you guys are too different, and she’s embarrassed to hang out with us.” Gareth laughed, obviously joking. Eddie didn’t see it that way. He rolled his eyes, a rather rude comment on the tip of his tongue that was quickly extinguished as Dustin pleaded for the campaign to begin. Eddie played it cool the rest of the night, hoping the guys were wrong and that she had just stayed at home that night and been unable to call.

Unfortunately for Eddie, Y/n wasn’t at home; she was in fact a few doors down, cheering on her friends at the basketball game.

As the night ended, Y/n and Chance made their way to his car, excited smiles on their faces as the cool night air swirled around them. “I can’t believe we won!” She exclaimed, adrenaline flowing through her as the thrill of the Tigers win coursed through her veins. “I’ve not seen a shot like that since.. well ever.” Chance smiled, running a hand through his dark hair as he reminisced about Lucas’ legendary winning shot during the final seconds of the game. He giggled at the excitement of his best friend, his smile only growing. “Do you need a ride home?” he asked, fumbling in his pocket for his car keys. She quickly waved him off, explaining that one of the girls had already offered to take her home. He smiled, and embraced her in a hug before jogging back to the guys to kickstart their celebratory party.

“Y/n?”

Her ears perked up at his voice and and she turned toward her boyfriend, seeing a somewhat defeated look on his face. “Eddie? What are you doing here, if i knew you were coming i wouldn’t have asked Tina to drive me home.” she giggled, hopping into his van and moving to hug him. Eddie shrank away from her, shuffling back against the door. “Eds? What’s wrong?”

“You missed it.” he stated quietly, looking down at his lap. She gazed at him, confusion in her expression. “What are you talking about?” she asked, trying to get him to meet her eyes. He turned his face away from her, attempting to hide the way his eyes glossed with tears.

“The DnD campaign? Y’know, the one i have been talking about nonstop for weeks.” Suddenly it dawned on her. She realised what he was talking about.

“Hey, i’m sorry. It’s just that this game was important to Chance and the campaign totally slipped my mind.” she explained, reaching a hand out to touch his face, he moved away from her again. Her brows furrowed as she pouted. “Yeah well this campaign was important to me y/n. It was really fucking important and you blew me off for some guy.” He responded, his voice raising slightly as he refused to look at her.

“Chance isn’t just some guy Eddie! We have been friends since we were in diapers, you can’t just expect me to ignore all my friends for you.” she scoffed, how could he say such a thing? He finally looked her in the eyes, his sadness turned to anger at her words. “I’m not asking you to ignore your friends! I’m asking you to act like i’m your boyfriend because i’m not sure if you noticed, but i am!” He seethed. Her bottom lip shook as her eyes began to gloss over with tears.

“Do you know how fucking hard it is to watch as you pour all your love and attention into your friends and leave none for me? You don’t even look at me in school, we only talk at night, it’s like all this is some bullshit game to you. When you’re sick of being a pretty princess with all your cool friends and your big ass house you come to me to get away from it all, like im some sort of distraction! Well newsflash Sweetheart, I’m a real person with real fucking feelings!” She had never seen him like this before. Sure Eddie could get loud and expressive but this was something else. Everything he said burned into her heart, his words causing her eyes to well with tears and her hands to tremble in her lap.

“Are you embarrassed by me, by us?” he mumbled, his anger reverting back to sadness. He turned to face her, and as a tear rolled down her cheek, a tidal wave of guilt flooded through him.

“Baby I-“

“Is that what you think? You think i’m embarrassed by you?” she murmured, her voice wavering as her head hung low. He reached out to cup her cheek, an apology on his lips. She flinched away from him, tears streaming down her warmed cheeks.

“I’m not ashamed of us! You are the only guy who i’ve been with that lets me be myself, my true, authentic self. I can’t do the things i do, or say the things i say with you with anyone else, Eddie! We only talk at night because I have to pretend to be this perfect girl all day and it’s the only time i feel free from my life. And I don’t talk to you in school because im afraid of what those guys will do to you if they find you with me! I do everything i do because i love you and i love being with you Eddie Munson. I have never been embarrassed by you. Never.” She ended with a choked sob, her shoulders quivering as she cried into her hands, the tears wetting the hem of her sweater. She reached for the door handle, ready to leave, before a calloused hand fell on top of hers.

Eddie placed his other hand under her chin, his thumb wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m so sorry Sweetheart. I was just hurt that you forgot about me tonight and i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I should’ve talked to you properly, y’know, not like a madman.” he chuckled at the last bit, attempting to lighten the sullen mood that had befallen them. She smiled softly, sniffling as the tears continued to stain her face. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt that way?” she mumbled, avoiding his gazed despite it being laced with love and affection for her. His smile dimmed a little, his thumb resting just under her left eye.

“I was afraid if i ever brought it up my worst fears would be confirmed.” he said, a sad smile gracing his pink lips. “What? That you’re guitar was stolen?” she joked, her heart swelling at the soft giggle that emitted from his lips. “No. That the only girl i’ve actually properly cared about didn’t love me the way i loved her.” his eyes found hers, the dim light of his van making them sparkle as the hues of brown swirled in his irises. She was taken aback by not only his beauty but the genuine love that poured from his words and seeped into the very core of her being. “I love you Eddie Munson. I don’t care whether you’re a basketball player or a loser that plays DnD, You’re my Eddie. And no amount of popularity is gonna change that.” she whispered, bringing his face closer to hers, their lips almost touching. He stared down at her lips for a moment before connecting them to his own, all his love for her seeping through the kiss. They moved slowly together, savouring the taste of one another, her hands quickly finding solace in the softness of his cheeks and jaw.

As they parted for air, Eddie placed another soft kiss to the back of her hand, look up at her, a gentleness in his tender gaze. “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings baby. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. I know how easily word’s affect you and i’m so, so sorry for not thinking. Can you forgive me sweetheart?” he pleaded, placing another kiss to her hand before moving to placed their foreheads together. The smell of her shampoo and the softness of her skin annexed his senses and blurred his mind with the thought of her.

She pressed a simple kiss to the apple of his cheek, mumbling a quiet “You are forgiven” before encapsulating him in another breath taking kiss.

“But don’t ever yell at me again Munson.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it Baby.”

HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES

Its a new year so here’s to all my wonderful and beautiful/handsome followers (despite a solid 30% of u being p0rn bots).

i’m so grateful for all the love my works have received despite my inability to write frequently. I promise to write more often and to be more active as its something i really wish to focus on in 2023.

Anyways, Happy new year and i hope you all experience nothing but love joy and happiness in this new year!!!

love you all (yes that means you too p0rn accounts).

Much love from Shekinah (aka Lovandr) <333

(Me @ all of you)

I need HELP MAN

there 𝘩𝘢𝘴 to be something unhealthy about the way I get obsessed with one character from a series and refuse to knowledge anyone else.

Baby | Eddie Munson

Warnings! NSFW 17+, (Unprotected) penetrative sex, incredible overuse of pet names, choking, fingering (Fem receiving), dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, dumbification (If you squint), not so slight breeding kink, Drug use, degradation.. i think. My very lazy writing.

A/n: This isn’t very well proofread.. sorry bout that. I’d rlly appreciate requests, they mean that i can continuously give you guys content that you wanna see :) Thank @margeeeee01 for the request <3

“Oh my. what have i done to deserve such a beautiful smile?”

“God i wanna fuck you so bad.”

She stood outside of his trailer, twiddling her thumbs and picking at the skin. She had knocked once mere seconds ago but she had been given no response. As she prepared to turn on her heal to just leave, the door swung open dramatically. She jumped, hearing it smack into the wall of the trailer. “Y/n?” his voice was low, quiet and calm. She hung her head, fumbling with her rings. “You wanna uhh come in?” he asked, taking a step backward, giving her room to enter. She nodded, stepping into the trailer.

It was warm and homely, a bit messy, but homely. She took a deep breath, facing away from where Eddie stood. Her heart skipped a beat when he placed a hand on her back, asking a quiet, “You okay, Sweetheart?”, the nickname making her stomach flip. She took a deep breath, turning to face him. She looked up at him, his brown doe eyes flickered worriedly across her face. A pained smile pulled at her lips and he pulled her in for a hug. “I didn’t know where else to go.” she spoke quietly. He placed a hand on her head and raked it through her hair, rubbing small circles onto her back. “Shh its okay doll. You’re welcome here anytime, you know that.” he consoled, pulling away from her. He lifted up her face with his forefinger and thumb.

“Now you wanna tell me what happened or do you just wanna hang out?” he asked, watching how her eyes sparkled innocently in the dingy light of the trailer. “Jus wanna hang out. Can we?” she asked quietly, closing her eyes in contempt as his fingers brushed the soft skin of her cheekbone, wiping away a stray tear. “Course Princess. Whatever you want.” he said quietly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her lips. They moved slowly, their bodies pressing together. The cold metal of Eddies chunky rings rubbed over the soft skin of her slightly exposed tummy. “So pretty.” he whispered against her lips. “Why thank you.” she giggled, laying her head on his chest as they swayed side to side.

“Wanna smoke?” he asked, looking down at her again. She nodded enthusiastically, pulling him over to his room. He laughed fondly at her excitement, shutting his bedroom door and reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket, pulling out some pre-rolled joints and a two cigarettes. He placed a joint between his lips, lighting it and taking a puff. He blew the smoke out, leaning his head back as he did. She looked at him from her place on his bed. She sat, eyes wide and glossy, watching him walk over to her, spliff in hand. He handed it to her, watching in as she grabbed it gently and brought it up to her lips.

they smoked for a few hours, effectively hot boxing eddies room. They sat in a comfortable silence, her hands in her lap, eddies left hand on her thigh. he took a moment to admire her outfit. she had on a cute little care bears top that ended just above her belly button; and a pink mini skirt. Her thighs and stomach looked deliciously soft, Eddie couldn’t stop

himself from staring. “You look really pretty babe.” he said, stroking the plush skin of her thigh, massaging it gently. “All for you Eds. Just for you.” she mumbled quietly. he smiled to himself, shuffling do that he was sat in front of her. he grabbed hold of her face in his hand, the cool metal of his rings burned against her cheek. “Say that again doll.” he said lowly, looking down at her with his signature smirk. She swallowed thickly, turning her head from him. “Uh uh princess. look at me when im talking to you, yeah?” he said softly, making her look at him again and stroking her hair. if eddie didn’t know any better he’d have missed the way she -not so subtly- clenched her thighs together.

“I only look pretty for you Eddie.” she said a little louder, looking up at him with desperate and needy eyes. He swiped his thumb over her perfectly saliva glossed lips, putting it in his mouth. “Good girl. My good girl.” he praised, stoking her cheek with his saliva coated thumb. If it was anyone else she would have cringed hard, but alas she found herself smiling at him like a fucking fool.

“Oh my what have i done to deserve such a beautiful smile, hmm?” he asked, his heart swelling at her dumb and innocent smile. He adored how angelic she looked despite all the sinful things he wanted to do to her. he chuckled to himself at her little “dunno.” in response to his question. “You’re so cute princess. Such a dumb and cute little slut for me.” he smiled innocently as the words left his mouth. he took a risk with that sentence, but he almost creamed his pants when her smile got wider and her eyes glossier at his words, “You like that huh? like when i call you a dumb pretty slut, hmm?”, she nodded shyly.

“Uh uh, use that pretty mouth’. Tell me, use your words baby.” She swallowed, nervous under his gaze. “Mmhm, i like it a lot Eddie.” she spoke quietly, fighting the urge to cover her face with her hands. “God i wanna fuck you so bad.” he said, snaking his hand round her throat and squeezing gently. She didn’t know what was going on between her and Eddie, but what she did know is that when he placed his hand on her throat and squeezed gently, she felt her stomach flutter and her mind go blank.

“Eddie. please.” she whined. he tutted, squeezing harder on her neck. “Nice try princess. Whining wont get you anywhere, now strip.” He demanded, and she did as she was told, starting with her shoes, then her top and skirt. She stopped when she was only in her bra and thong. His gaze never left her body as she shuddered at the awfully loud silence. “C’mon, take it all off, pretty. ” He said, just watching her from a distance. He loved the curve of her waist and the chubbiness of her thighs. and het stomach oh fuck her stomach was soft and cute. she looked to innocent and pretty in her cute pink bra and her matching panties that said “Babygirl.” in big white letters on her ass.

“fuck are those for me kitty?” he asked, pulling her closer to him. She nodded shyly, turning around and giving him full view of her ass. “God you have such a pretty ass princess. So cute.”

Eddie unbuckled his belt and held it in his hands, watching her remove her underwear. “You got nice boobs too.” He smiled, unable to take his eyes off of her chest. He sat, spreading his legs and beckoning for her to come over. She complied giggling sweetly at how gentle he was with her. “Sit on my lap, doll.” she did as he said, straddling his hips. He grabbed her face and pulled her in for a rough kiss. It felt good, tasted good too. She could taste the faint tang of cherry slurpee he drank and the weed he smoked on his lips. Addictive. She moaned into the kiss, feeling his hand snake up her waist. The kiss was feverish and erratic, his hands grabbed her ass, groping the naked flesh, spanking her every now and again.

“You taste good.” she moaned, pulling away and looking into his eyes.

“Oh yeah? What do i taste like baby?” he spoke in her ear as their hips moved together in tandem, his voice more gruff and deep. She kissed him again, whimpering when he ran his nails up and down her back gently.

“Like cherries and weed.” she mumbled against his cheek, pressing a soft kiss there then moving to his neck. She left warm, open mouthed kisses on him, stopping to suck just under his jaw. He made a sound that was almost a whine when she ran her tongue over the newly formed hickey just under his jaw; he looked at her, pressing a small kiss to her lips and pulling away abruptly, as she was still a little fucked up because if the weed.

“You still wanna do this princess?” he asked softly, cupping her face and rubbing his thumb over her cheek and lips. She nodded enthusiastically, leaning in to kiss him again. Eddie pulled back, a serious look in his eyes. “Words, love. Use them.” he said, as she pouted at the lack of action. “Please fuck me Eds. I want it. I want you.” she whispered into his ear.

“Good girl. Thats all i needed to hear.” He picked her up and placed her onto his bed, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it somewhere in his room. he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down teasingly, watching how she anticipated his next moves. Kicking off his jeans, he leant back over her kissing her lips roughly. “U wanna suck my cock princess?” he asks kindly, smiling hard at her excited nod. He shuffles backward as she positions herself on his bed, on all fours, mouth open and ready.

“So so pretty. All for me.” He said, pulling down his boxers and stroking himself a few times. He placed the tip on he tongue, watching as she immediately wrapped her pretty lips around him and began to suck on the sensitive head. He stifled a moan, pushing himself further into her mouth. “You take me so well sweetheart. So fucking well.” he spoke breathlessly. He pulled out of her mouth for a second, watching as she stroked his cock slowly, a small smile on her face as she looked up at him. Fuck he was so in love with her. “Open up, cutie. I wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” he spoke as he pushed himself back into her mouth.

She hummed in response and instantly started sucking him off again, humming around him so she could hear his beautiful moans and whines.

"Mmmhm, yeah. Like that baby.” He thrusted into her mouth slowly. She felt him hit the back of her throat a couple times, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love it. “Fuck, you’re so good for me." He said in between his moans. She looked up at him, his eyes were closed-eyebrows furrowed-and his pretty pink lips slightly parted. God he was hot. He held her hair in a ponytail, and began to fuck her face, making her gag. It was unexpected and honestly a little painful but she toughed it out and breathed hard through her nose. Tears gathered in her eyes, falling down her cheeks, mascara coming down with them.

“Fuck, gag on my cock pretty girl.” he grunted, thrusting harder into her throat. “You make me feel so good, you know that princess?” She just looked up at him, her eyes glossy with tears. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. You gonna swallow it like a good girl aren’t you?“ All she could do was moan, and use her hand to help him finish. He threw his head back and bit down on his lower lip, holding back a particularly loud groan. In just a few seconds he was cumming in her mouth. He pulled out and watched as she swallowed it all. “Holy shit baby. That was so good, so so good.” he praised, smoothing her hair back into place and wiping her tears.

“You wanna cum baby?” he asked, leaning down so that their faces were level. She just pulled him in for an aggressive kiss. He hovered above her, holding himself up so he didn’t crush her. He placed his thigh between her legs, allowing her to grind on him as they continued to kiss. Her eyes fluttered shut as a quiet moan slipped from her lips. “How’s that feel, Sweetheart?” he asked, her clit rubbing against his thigh, a string of moans and curses spilled from her lips. “So good Eddie. Feels so good.” she whined against his lips.

His left hand snaked down her waist, all the way down to her cunt. Two fingers ran up and down her folds before slowly pushing them in. “Oh fuck, Eddie.” He curled his fingers inside her, watching how she shook and writhed with every movement. Eddie then moved to her clit, rubbing in small circular motions, her eyes rolling back in her head, her thighs shaking hard and her mouth fallun open as he moved his fingers at an almost inhuman pace. “Jesus christ! That feels so good baby, so so good.” she cried out, holding onto his wrist tightly. “Right there Eddie, don’t fucking move.” she almost screamed at him. He did as she asked, focusing his fingers on that exact spot. He moved a little fast and with a little more aggression, sensing that she was close. “God i’m gonna- Oh fuck!” she moaned out, biting down on his shoulder. Eddie smiled as she practically cried from the release. So cute. He pushed his fingers back into her, before pulling them out and bringing them to his lips. “You tase good, Sweetheart.” was all he said before pulling her to the edge of his bed.

“I wanna fuck you now Darlin’. Can I?” he asked, his big doe eyes shining innocently. How could she deny him when he looked at her with so much adoration, so much love. Was it love? She didn’t know and she didn’t care to ask, all she was certain of was that she needed him right then and there.

“Please do it Eds, I need you real bad.” she whimpered against his lips, going to kiss his cheek and pushing some stray hairs away. “Such a pretty, pretty boy.” she complimented, seeing a gentle blush settle on his cheeks and ears. “I fucking love you, Princess.” he said before pushing the tip of his cock into her. She didn’t even get chance to respond before he was the whole way inside of her. “Fuck you’re so big Eddie. Hurts.” she whispered, her lip quivering at the stretch.

“Hey, hey, I know it hurts puddin’. You wanna stop?” he asks, gently caressing her cheek. She thought for a second before shaking her head and looking away from him. “What did i say? Look at me when i’m talking and use your words baby.” he said, forcing her to look at him. “I wanna keep going Eds. Please fuck me. Please.” she begged, thrusting herself onto him to feel some friction.

“Atta girl.”

He fucked her slow and hard, pushing himself deeper with every thrust. She dug her nails into his shoulders, pulling him down so he was hovering above her. “Kiss me Eddie.” she whined, letting go of his shoulder blades, and holding his face. He smiled and leant down to kiss her gently. It was a mess of tongue and teeth, but to them it was perfect. He moved inside of her slowly, his right hand placed on her hip, his left keeping him from crushing her.

He dipped his head down, moving to kiss her neck, focusing on the spot just above her collar bone. She stifled a moan, feeling the softness of his lips on the skin of her neck. He sucked hard on the spot before moving back up to her lips. She loaned into the kiss, feeling his hand move from her waist to her clit.

“Oh fuck.” she whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut. Eddie watched the look of pure bliss on her face, standing upright and continuing his assault on her clit. “Hey, keep those pretty eyes open. Look at me baby.” he ordered, watching as her eyes opened reluctantly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her, whining and pushing herself onto him. “Use your words sweetheart. What do you want me to do, hmm?” he asked, leaning back down to place a chaste kiss in her lips.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard and please don’t stop.” and with that he picked up his pace, holding onto her waist. He thrusted hard and fast, relishing in her moans and cries. Her mind went foggy, the sounds of their skin and his hushed groans made her stomach flip. He put his hand on her lower stomach and pressed down gently. “Can you feel me baby? You feel that sweetheart?” he asked, watching as she nodded her head, her eyes glossed and teary. “Jesus you’re so deep Eddie!” she cried out, feeling his hand trail down to her clit. “Oh fuck me! Eddie Please!” She yelled out, her lefs shaking hard.

“You’re so good baby. Feel so good for me.” He mumbled, focusing on making her cum. He lifted on of her legs so that her ankle was on his shoulder. The new angle made her yelp, his cock brushing up against her g-spot. “You like that Sweetheart?” he asked smugly, looking down at her fucked out state. Her eyes rolling back in her head, her pretty lips parted as a string of broken moans and incoherent curses spilled from the plump, pink flesh. “You look so gorgeous like this, Angel. All fucked up and pretty, like a little slut.” he praised, grabbing onto her cheeks and squishing them together. When he let go, she opened her mouth for his thumb to take its place between her lips.

“God, you’re so hot baby.”

Eddie bottomed out, burying himself to the hilt before pulling out. Y/n whined at the emptiness, looking up at him with desperate, pleading eyes. “Eddie please. I was so fucking close. Let me fucking cum!” She whined, feeling eddies hand instantly wrap around her neck. “You better watch that pretty fucking mouth of yours, or you’re not cumming, you understand?” he said, pulling her closer to him and looking straight into her eyes, watching the fear and arousal swim through her mind. “On your knees. Now, pretty girl.” She didn’t even have chance to fully comprehend because Eddie had already pushed his cock back into her cunt, his pace unrelenting but steady, y/n was on her knees, her ass up and face down, crying into Eddie Munson’s pillow. She never thought the day would come where she could say let alone do such a thing. It felt a little wrong if she was being honest. They were from completely different cliques but here they were; Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson balls deep inside of Y/n, one of the most popular girls in school.

A hand came down on her ass, pulling her from her thoughts. “Fuck your ass is so pretty, love the way it moves when i fuck you like this.” He spanked her again, pawing at the soft, thick flesh of her ass. “Please baby, Don’t stop fucking me like that. Oh fuck.” she moaned into his pillow. He pulled her head up but her hair, almost creaming at the whoreish sound she made. “Fuck i wanna come inside you. Wanna fill you up so babd babe.” he whispered into her ear as she closed her eyes, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. “You gonna let me cum inside your pretty little cunt Sweetheart, huh? Gonna let me fill you up?” he asked, grabbing onto one of her boobs with his left hand, his right moving to rub circles on her clit.

“Fuck please cum inside me Eddie! I’m so fucking close.” she whined, throwing her head back against his shoulder. He licked a stripe up her neck, sucking just below her ear, nipping and sucking on her where he could. He felt her clench around her, trying his hardest to let her cum first, her warmth and tightness making it damn bear impossible. “Cum for me Y/n. You can do it baby.” he encouraged, his voice sultry and deep right next to her ear. “Such a good girl for me. Gonna cum all over my cock, hmm? You gonna make a mess for me Darlin’?” he mumbled into her shoulder. She nodded, whimpering and moaning as her orgasm neared. His hand rubbed circles onto her clit at and almost inhuman, erratic pace. His thrusts, sharp and fast, his hips and her ass meeting every few seconds. Eddie’s cock brushed her cervix, her cunt tightening around his cock with every thrust. She felt the warmth pool in her stomach and her mind went blank. “Oh Eddie! Im - fuck- coming!” she squealed, clenching around his cock, forcing him to release inside of her.

“Fuck i’m gonna fill you up so much sweetheart.” He whimpered, burying his head into her neck. “God you’re such a filthy slut letting me fill you up like this.” he laughed, as she fell limp against his chest. Eddie pulled out, watching as an unholy amount of cum spilled from her soaking cunt. “Lift that ass up for me real quick babe.” he said, kneeling on his carpeted floor. “Shuffle back for me love, i wanna clean you up.” she smiled deviously. She pushed her ass out toward him and spread her legs. “Fuck. Your tight little cunt looks so fucking good right now babe. So fucking good.” he said, his hand coming down harshly on her right cheek and then her left, her abrupt whimpers falling upon his ears. He grabbed a handful of her ass, shoving his tongue in her cunt and licking his cum out of her. She moaned and whined, writhing as he sucked and lapped at her cunt.

“Ah Eddie please baby. I can’t! It feels too fucking good! Holy fuck.” she yelled out, moving her ass back and forth on his face. “That’s it sweetie, grind that ass on my face. Just like that hmfh-“ he was silenced by you pushing your pussy right onto his face, damn near suffocating him between you ass and thighs. “Fuck i wanna cum on your tongue Eddie.” y/n cried, genuine tears falling from her face, onto his bed. He spanked her ass again, grabbing her thighs. “Fuuuhhhhck! You feel good Eddie! So good! I’m so close.” She mumbled into his pillow, grinding her ass on his face harder than she had before.

“God i’m Coming Eddie! I fucking coming!” It felt as if she was exploding, she felt the liquid come out of her, there was more than there usually was.

If Eddie could speak he probably would have said something along the lines of “Fuck that was hot baby.” however his face was shoved between her ass and thighs and it sort of came out as a fumble of noises and muffled huffs. Her hips stuttered and her thighs shook violently. Eddie continued to lap up the cum that flowed from her pussy. “Eddie I cant take anymore. Please!” she whimpered, sobbing and shaking. He licked a final stripe from her clit to her cunt. “Holy shit you’re so gorgeous sweetheart.” he said, standing up and wiping his mouth on his shirt.

Her quiet sobs finally became clear to him and he immediately began to walk toward her. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry. You okay?” he asked, turning her over. He lifted her into his lap, rubbing her back. “Was i too rough? Did I hurt you?” he asked gently, his brows pushed together and his head tilted to the side. “No it was jus’ a little overwhelming. ‘M Okay though.” She mumbled , stuttering and and breathing hard through her mouth. “Oh was my tongue a little to much for you sweetheart? ‘M sorry baby.” he smiled, kissing her cheek then down to her neck, and back up to her lips. “You did a good job taking me baby. Such a good job honey.” He praised, peppering her with sweet soft kisses. “Thank you Eddie.” she smiled, holding his face gently and pressing a soft and passionate kiss on his lips. “No problem sweetheart.”

Baby| Eddie Munson Teaser!!

I have not written in what feels like years and i am quite sorry abt that. but a bitch is back… not sure for how long though. I thought i would feed the Eddie stans a little. Here’s a smut teaser. I would apologise for any spelling mistakes, but this is such a lazy piece.

Warnings! NSFW 17+, (Unprotected) penetrative sex, incredible overuse of pet names, choking, fingering (Fem receiving), dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, dumbification (If you squint), not so slight breeding kink, Drug use, degradation.. i think.

“Oh my. what have i done to deserve such a beautiful smile?”

“God i wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Oh my what have i done to deserve such a beautiful smile, hmm?” he asked, his heart swelling at her dumb and innocent smile. He adored how angelic she looked despite all the sinful things he wanted to do to her. he chuckled to himself at her little “dunno.” in response to his question. “You’re so cute princess. Such a dumb and cute little slut for me.” he smiled innocently as the words left his mouth. he took a risk with that sentence, but he almost creamed his pants when her smile got wider and her eyes glossier at his words, “You like that huh? like when i call you a dumb pretty slut, hmm?”, she nodded shyly.

“Uh uh, use that pretty mouth’. Tell me, use your words baby.” She swallowed, nervous under his gaze. “Mmhm, i like it a lot Eddie.” she spoke quietly, fighting the urge to cover her face with her hands. “God i wanna fuck you so bad.”

(An:this gif right here>>>>>>>)

Tease | Bucky Barnes

“You wanna be a good girl for me right?”

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings! NSFW 17+, penetrative sex, pet names, choking, fingering (Fem receiving), dirty talk, lots of teasing, orgasm denial.

Word count: 3k

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"Mornin' doll."

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, feeling a soft gaze fan over her face, the sun peaking through the curtains. James placed a soft kiss in her forehead, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. “Mornin’.” She smiled, nuzzling into his bare chest. She lay her head down, listening intently to the soft and steady beat of his heart, she could lay there for hours. “We gotta get up. It’s almost seven and i have a meeting at ten.” She mumbled, his chin resting on top of her head. “We could just stay here, forever.” he whispered , feeling her cheek against his chest, never wanting her to leave. She chuckled quietly, as he shuffled under the covers and looked into her eyes. “That’s cute but I've got things to do, Barnes” she whispered, as he rubbed his hand up and down her waist. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to get lost in his touch. “Y/n, please.” he looked at her, his eyes pleading for her to do something, anything. “No can do James.” she said, getting up and heading off to shower. He laughed breathlessly as she sauntered off to the bathroom, her hips swaying seductively.

She turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. She stood under the water for a few seconds before she heard the shower curtain open and felt a pair of hands on her waist. She smiled to herself, leaning back against his chest, embracing the warmth of his body. The silence was peaceful until he began to leave a trail of kisses from the back of her neck down to her shoulder. "james. What are you doing back there?" she asked, knowing exactly what answer she was going to get. "Nothing, just appreciating your beauty." he mumbled between kisses. She chuckled lightly, grabbing some soap and washing herself down. "Okay sure. But make sure it's nothing more than that, Barnes." she said sternly, sensing the pout on his lips. "Yes ma'am." he laughed, placing a kiss on the sensitive skin where her shoulder met her neck. She held back a moan, inhaling deeply through her nose instead, making Bucky grin with triumph. "Behave yourself James." she scolded, silently wishing he'd kiss her again.

They hopped pout of the shower, wrapping towels around themselves and going to get changed. James threw on a pair of sweatpants and his dog tags, throwing himself at their bed. Y/n walked to her closet, rummaging through the countless number of formal dresses and suits that she owned. She decided on a pair of black flared pants, a corset-esque top and a black blazer. She smoothed down her pants, feeling hppy with her choice, she looked hot. She sat down at her vanity, prepping her face for her makeup. She felt Bucky's lingering gaze on her, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Had she worn a suit and corset top on purpose, of course she had. It drove James insane when she did, and that's exactly what she wanted. She spent a good forty five minutes applying her makeup, making sure she looked as good as humanly possible for this meeting. "Babe? How do I look?" she asked, turning around, smiling to herself when he couldn't even speak.

He stood up, walking over to her. His hands- as they always did- went straight to her hips, pulling her toward him. "God you have no idea how badly i want you right now." he spoke in a sultry- almost pleading- tone. She chuckled at his neediness , pushing him backward onto the bed. She crawled toward him, straddling his waist, her ass on his cock. SHe could feel how hard he was through his sweats, the effect on him she had made her smile. A low groan left Bucky's lips as she began grinding on him, feeling him harden even more underneath her. She tilted his head upward so he was looking into her eyes, kissing him hard and full of lust. She put her left hand on his throat squeezing a little, the whiny sounds he made had her blushing with excitement. He broke the kiss, moaning loudly and almost uncontrollably as they ground their hips against each other.

"I'm gonna cum." he whined, looking up at her with desperate eyes that slowly dimmed as he no longer felt the friction of y/n's hips against his own. "That's a shame because I've got to go darling." she smiled, standing up and smoothing herself down. Bucky looked at her in disbelief. "You can't just leave me here." he whined, she laughed at his flustered and submissive state. "Take a cold shower." she said snarkily before kissing him on his jawline, making him shudder. "I'll be home around two, okay baby?" she smiled, walking out to her car.

James spent the day thinking about how badly he wanted her. he wanted his hands on her hips, her boobs her ass. he wanted to feel her cunt stretched out around him, to feel her nails scratching at his back. God he could cum just thinking about it. He needed her to get home. He lay sprawled out on the couch, waiting. And waiting. And waiting for what seemed like forever. He huffed as he saw the time, 2:00. Y/n should be here any second he thought to himself, sitting upright on the couch. He smiled excitedly, waiting for her to come through the door so he could have her.

It angered him how she left him there, unsatisfied. He wanted to teach her a lesson. He wanted to get her so close to the edge and just leave her there, wet and needy, begging like a little slut. He sent a text to Sam asking if he wanted to go out, to which he answered 'Yeah i'll be there in 20 minutes.' He smiled to himself as his plan was in action. The front door opened, revealing y/n looking as if she were ready to go straight back to bed. "Hey doll. How was your meeting?" he asked lovingly. "Awful!" She went to the cupboard, grabbing a bottle of wine and a couple glasses. "Ugh have I told you how much I hate men . They're so gross and perverted. No offence babe." she ranted, giving him a kiss on his lips before sitting down next to him and opening the bottle. "None taken baby." he answered, eyeing her up. Her top made her boods look perky and so soft, her stomach was just a little bit exposed and she smelt like heaven. "They were all looking at me like- like the way you're looking at me right now." she explained, noticing the lustful look in James' eyes. "Are you slutting me out right now Sergeant Barnes?" she asked, taking a sip from her glass. "Yes." he answered simply, grabbing her glass and setting it down on the coffee table. "I just missed you so much today doll." he said, looking her in the eyes, never breaking the intense eye contact.

"That's cute. I see you never resolved your little problem. Want me to lend a hand?" she asked, placing her hand on his crotch and palming him through his sweatpants. "Actually I want you to feel good. Your pleasure is my pleasure after all." he said, all the while slowly moving so he was whispering directly into her ear. She kissed him, grabbing his face with both her hands and pressing their lips together in a feverish embrace. Bucky got between her legs- without breaking the kiss- his thigh right up against her pussy. She began grinding down on his thigh, moaning hard into the kiss. “Please make me cum. I wanna cum.” she whimpered against him, looking up into his eyes as she rubbed herself against him. “Take of your clothes babe, take em all off.” he moaned, kissing her one last time and stepping away from her. James watched as she regathered herself, breathing hard, legs spread.

She shimmied out of her pants, her underwear going too. She took off her top, her boobs bouncing a little as she did so. “Sit down princess. I want you to touch yourself for me.” he instructed, loving how she smiled at the nickname. She sat down on the couch, spreading her legs, her whole pussy on display. She sucked on her two middle fingers before slowly sliding them in, one by one, increasing the speed of her thrusts every few seconds. Bucky sat back on the couch opposite, his legs spread, slowly growing more aroused by the second by her moans, her heavy breathing, the sloppy and wet sounds of her fingers in her pussy, all of it. "You sound so pretty love. Keep fucking yourself like that. Just like that." He encouraged, placing his metal hand on his cock through his sweats.

She closed her legs a little, the pleasure being an overwhelming sensation. "Uh uh baby, spread those legs. I want to see you.” he moaned, wanting to see all of her. “Fuck you look so good. So pretty. Go on, love. Touch yourself for me." He coaxed, watching as she licked her middle and ring finger and began playing with her clit. She tried to muffle her moans in embarrassment, only for Bucky to say: "No no baby, I want to hear you. You wanna be a good girl for me right? Be as loud as you want love." He encouraged her gently.

She slipped her fingers back in and began curling them upward, stroking herself, rolling her eyes back in ecstasy. "I want you to fuck yourself on your fingers love, i want you to make yourself cum all over those pretty fingers of yours, make a mess love." He said, walking over to her and pressing a few kisses to her neck and forehead. He brought his Vibranium hand up to her neck, choking her lightly. Y/n moaned and threw her head back. She kissed him, whining into the kiss. "Fuck baby. You're so hot. Keep doing that." He said, sliding his hand down her body and grabbing her boob. He played with her nipple, massaging the soft flesh.

"Bucky, I'm gonna cum." She whined as her orgasm neared. James smiled as he heard a knock at the door. “Sorry princess. I promised Sam I'd hang out.” he smiled, kissing her lips before getting up. “Please don’t go. I wanna be a good girl for you. Please James.” She pleaded against his lips, sliding her hands under his shirt and tracing her fingers along his abs. He looked down at her, cursing his inability to say no to her, especially when she looked so desperate and needy. “Fuck, doll. Gimme one sec.” he huffed, walking to the door.

“Hey man. You ready to go or what?” Sam asked, his shades on despite the horrible weather.

“Sorry man. Y/n’s not feeling too good. I gotta stay and take care of her.” he lied. He did it so well that Sam didn’t even question it, he just wished them well and was on his way.

James made his way from the door over to y/n. He pulled her toward him, his soft lips against hers again, his hand around her neck, her hands in his hair. “Bedroom. Now.” he mumbled into the kiss, watching as she walked away seductively. “She’s gonna be the death of me.” he smiled to himself, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the living room before heading off to their bedroom.

When he walked into the bedroom, he was delighted to see y/n sitting patiently on the edge of the bed, fidgeting as she tried to ignore how obviously horny she was. James climbed onto the bed and sat up against the headboard, signalling for her to sit between his legs. She did, resting her back on his chest, closing her eyes as he kissed up her shoulder and her neck. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” he praised as she just sat there and enjoyed his embrace. His hand slithered down her body and down her right thigh, moving closer and closer to where she wanted him.

He teased her cunt with the two middle fingers on his right hand, smiling as she pleaded for him to do something, anything. “Please~.” She cried as he rubbed her clit. She looked up at him, immeadiatley closing her eyes as she felt his fingers inside of her. Her mouth fell open slightly, a small moan lef her lips as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her.

“Fuck baby. You're so wet." he smiled down at her, curling his fingers and watching as her eyes rolled back, and her moans got louder. She began rubbing her clit as his fingers thrusted in and out of her pussy. He continued to work his fingers into her as she moaned and pushed back on him.

“James please. I wanna feel you. Let me feel you.” she begged as he took his fingers out of her.

He brought his soaked fingers up to his lips, sucking them clean and watching her writhe with anticipation. “Sit on my lap princess. I want you to ride me.” he said, kissing the shell of her ear as he said so. She straddled his waist as she had done before she left for work. He lined his cock up with her cunt and held onto her hand. he looked up at her with desperate pleading eyes. "Please." He whispered, almost inaudibly. He nodded, kissing her hand as she sank down onto him with a quiet moan, feeling him push the whole way in; her moans like music to him. She clenched around him, trying to adjust. He hugged her waist and buried his face in her chest kissing her boobs softly. "I wanna fuck you so bad. I wanna hear you beg and scream for me y/n. please. let me fuck you." he begged looking up at her. She smiled down at him, nodding and kissing him.

"Fuck. that feels so good." he moaned as she began to move her hips. he was so deep in side her and was hitting all the right places. it was almost impossible to keep her moans in. He thrusted his hips upward into her meeting her halfway as she bounced upand down on his lap. She closed her eyes for a moment, throwing her head back as she felt Bucky's hands on her boobs, her left nipple sat comfortably between his lips. He began sucking on her nipple as he fucked her, making her moan at the feeling of his lips on her breast. She rolled her hips on his cock, making him release her nipple from his mouth and lean his head back in ecstasy. He thrusted up into her pussy, his hands lifting her ass up and down onto his cock. He was moaning loudly, incoherent curses tumbling clumsily from his lips. He held her hips in place and began thrusting fast and hard into her, her thighs shaking from the pleasure.

“Tell me how good it feels baby.” he groaned, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him. His eyes seemed to sparkle with lust, and pleasure making her clench around him and moan in response. "C'mon doll. Use your words for me." he said in a soft, sultry tone, wrapping a hand round her neck and squeezed lightly. "Fuck. it's good. It feels so so good.” she whined, putting her forehead on his as she said so. "Good girl." he groaned as she continued grinding relentlessly onto his cock. He stopped her movements and gently pushed her backward so she lay flat on her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he began thrusting hard into her. She held onto his back muscles with her hands, her nails digging into him- leaving scratches on the skin. James buried his head into the crook of her neck, sucking a couple hickeys onto the soft, tender skin. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." she stuttered, whimpering as he left marks on her skin. "Beg for it. I wanna hear you beg y/n." he smiled sadistically at her, watching the internal battle that happened in her head. He knew how much pride she had, but he also knew how badly she wanted this. "Please Bucky. I wanna cum so bad. Let me cum. please. She whined, looking up at him desperately. He kissed her, thrusting hard and fast into her cunt. "Cum for me y/n. Be a good girl and cum on my cock princess." he whispered in her ear, nibbling the top just a bit.

She came with a loud scream, her legs shaking and her back arching. He kept thrusting hard into her, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed. His dog tags dangled over her as he kept up his relentless thrusts. "I'm so close baby. you're gonna make me cum doll." he groaned, grabbing her boobs and massaging them gently. Y/n was still sensitive from her orgasm, but the feeling of his hands on her boobs made her flip them over so she was riding him again. She began bouncing on his cock, looking down at his pretty fucked out state. His hands settled on her waist as he guided her on his cock, as he drove deeper and deeper into her. "Cum in me please James. I wanna feel your cum inside me." she whined, feeling his cock pulse inside her. He thrusted a few more times before stilling as his cum filled her up. She collapsed onto him, allowing him to stroke her hair and whisper to her. “Fuck. that was so good. You did so good baby. My good girl.” he mumbled, his lips on top of her head, kissing her between every word. She moaned quietly, his cock still buried inside her. “Come on we’re gonna have a shower.” he smiled, pulling out of her with a quiet groan. “Come on princess.”he nudged her, but she just huffed and said “I don’t wanna, can we just lay here and cuddle please?”, an innocent look in her eyes. “You really are gonna be the death of me Doll.” he smiled, kissing her head.

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Relax | Dick Grayson

“I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?”

“God yes. Please.”

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings! NSFW 17+, penetrative sex, pet names, hints of choking, blowjobs, dirty talk, teasing.

(A/n: I haven’t written smut in ages so bare with me yall. )

He threw himself onto his bed with a loud sigh. He had spent the whole day training with the younger Titans and then doing some paperwork, as he was still a detective. So to say Dick Grayson was tired was an understatement. He rubbed his face with his hands, taking a deep breath in and then out.

He looked at his phone, it was 10:30pm and training was at 6am tomorrow . Why the hell did he make training so early? He groaned before deciding to have a shower. He turned on the water and took off his clothes.As soon as the hot water touched his skin, he visibly relaxed, letting his shoulders drop as his muscles became slightly less tense.

He spent another ten minutes under the water, rubbing honey and lavender scented soap all over his body with a purple loofah . When he had done, he hopped out and wrapped a towel around his waist; and used another smaller one to dry his wet hair. He hummed a song to himself that he couldn’t quite remember the name of as he walked back to his bed sitting down and checking his phone.

[knock knock]

He walked up to the door, expecting to see Kory complain about her sister or the kids, “Kory i’m kinda busy right now, can we talk later- oh” There y/n stood, in a long silky black dressing gown, holding a bottle of Rosé in her right hand and two glasses in the other. “Sorry to disappoint, I bought refreshments.” She smirked.

“Y/n i’m kinda.. well you can see why this isn’t a good time.” he said, his cheeks and nose dusted rouge with embarrassment. She looked down at his waist and then back up at his face. “I just thought we could… talk for a bit. You seem stressed Richard.” She taunted, waltzing into his room and setting the glasses aside. She plopped down on his bed and sighed loudly.

“Why is your bed so much comfier than mine?” she whined, stretching her arms. “Because I picked first- Hey don’t touch that.” he yelled at her grabbing her arm. She looked up into his eyes. She watched how his gaze softened slightly as he looked down at her lips and then back up into her eyes.

.“Don’t touch my stuff.” he said breaking the eye contact and taking a step back, letting go of her hand. “Ugh finneee. How bout that drink then?” she smiled bubbly, grabbing the bottle of wine off his dresser and opening it without spilling a drop. She poured some in both glasses, picking them up and passing one to Dick.

“I don’t drink Rosé.” he stated, grimacing at the slightly pink tinted liquid. “Oh? maybe how about red wine?” the glass of Rosé was replaced with a glass of red. Dick marvelled at this for a second before realising he hated red wine. “Wrong again, I more prefer a-”

“Martini?” A vodka martini was placed in his hand with a snap of her fingers. “Y/n. I-” “Just drink with me.”

He took a sip of the Martini, looking Y/n in the eye. He felt it burn his throat burn just a little as she watched him from behind her glass. “Taste good?” she asked, taking a step toward him. He hummed and nodded his head, taking another sip. “Tell me about your day.” She smiled, urging him to sit down. As he did so, she placed her hands firmly on his broad shoulders. “Shhh, Relax doll.” she whispered in his left ear.

“Well I uh, I did a bit of combat training with the kids and then sorted out some paperwork- ah.. fuck.” he practically moaned as Y/n pressed her thumbs between his shoulder blades. “You like that?” she whispered softly, rubbing his shoulders and back. “Fuck yess.” he groaned as she straightened out a particularly tight knot in Dick’s back. “Keep talking for me.” she said quietly.

“I- mmh- made myself some coffee before I got up here and then I hopped in the- ah- shower.” By now he was a mumbling mess, leaning his head back against her chest. She sat him back running her hands up and down his waist, her nails lightly scratching the skin.. “I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?” she half moaned in his ear, placing a soft kiss on his neck and then his shoulder. She moved to his lap gracefully, rolling her hips a little. “God yes. Please.” he whispered against her lips. He looked up into her eyes, his own brown ones sparkling innocently. He placed his hand on her throat and pulled her in for a slow and sensual kiss.

She rolled her hips on his lap, his hands firmly on her waist guiding her. “Just like that baby, just like that.” he moaned. She kissed his neck again, marking him with her love, smiling to herself as she felt his cock grow hard against her ass. “Tell me how I can help you baby.” she spoke, forcing him to look up into her eyes. “God please just let me fuck you. Please.” he begged, grabbing her ass through her robe.

She hopped off of him, untying her robe and letting it fall to her feet . She smiled as she heard dick whisper “Fuck.” under his breath. She turned around to pick up her robe, bending down, exposing her ass.

She turned back around and untied the towel from Dick’s waist, rubbing his thighs softly as she knelt down in front of him. “You mind if i uh-”

“I don’t care, just do something, anything. please.”

She took him into her mouth, using her hand for what she couldn't fit in. She bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the head. She took him out of her mouth and began stroking him slowly. He moaned and mumbled incoherent curses, throwing his head back. “More please. I need more.” he whined, bucking his hips desperately into her hand. She decided to give him what he wanted because the whole point of this was to get him to relax a little.

She put him back into her mouth, inhaling through her nose. She took him deeper into her mouth, feeling tears prickle in her eyes. He grabbed her hair pushing her down and thrusting himself in her mouth, Tears rolled down her face, smudging her mascara. he managed to hit the back of her throat, making her gag a little. “Fuck just like that y/n. It feels so good. He fucked her face ruthlessly, as y/n hollowed her cheeks and stayed still for him to use for his own pleasure.

“Im gonna cum. Please can i cum in your mouth?” he pleaded, holding off his orgasm as best as he could. By now his hair was dry and fluffy, falling in front of his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, brows furrowed and his pretty pink lips were parted slightly. He grunted and groaned softly with every thrust as his thighs shook with overwhelming pleasure. She hummed “yes.” for him to cum, which didn’t take him long. It only took a few more thrusts before he had come in her mouth, slowing down his movements, a loud moan on his lips.

“God fuck that was so good.” he mumbled, still slowly thrusting his cock into her mouth. He looked down at her in awe. Her mascara and eyeliner was all smudged and she had cum dripping down her chin, yet she was still the most perfect woman he had ever met. “I want to make you feel good. Can i?” he asked, wiping the cum off her chin with his thumb and placing it in her mouth. She looked up at him and nodded innocently.

She sat on his lap, kissing him. He kissed her hard, grinding his cock against her pussy, he sucked hickeys into her skin, making her mouth fall open slightly. He took the opportunity to put two fingers in her mouth, to which she sucked softly. He placed her down on the bed, removing his fingers from her lips and teasing her with them.

He teased her entrance with his two middle fingers. She gasped a little when his fingertips just brushed past her clit. "You're so wet baby." he cooed, stroking his fingers over her cunt, she smiled at his playful nature, leaning up to kiss him again.

"Please~." she begged him as he continued to play with her pussy. He took it one finger at a time, watching as her eyes rolled back with pleasure. “Harder please.” She whispered against his lips as he rubbed her clit and put his fingers into her. "You like that sweetheart?” he asked, thrusting his fingers in and out of her, spreading them and curling them. He stretched her pussy out with just his fingers, loving how she moaned and cried for him to give her more. “Dick please.” she mumbled,

“You like my fingers deep inside you, making you feel good? Hmm Princess? Tell me how good it feels." He asked as his fingers pumped in and out of her slowly but firmly. The pressure was just right, the speed was teasingly slow, but not too slow. He curled his fingers slowly inside of her, rubbing her g-spot softly. She moved her hips at the same pace as the thrusting movement of Dick’s fingers.

"Fuck Dick. It feels so good. Please don't stop ." She moaned. He stopped anyway and looked her in the eye. "Beg for it princess. Beg for me." he spoke seductively into her ear.

"Please. I want you so bad. Please fuck me." She whined breathlessly, looking into his eyes innocently, although the embarrassment soon made her cover her face with her hands. "Good girl."

He continued to work his fingers faster into her as she moaned and pushed back on his fingers. He kissed her chest, specifically her boobs. Her mouth fell open as she felt Dick’s lips on her right nipple. “Fuck baby. I want you in me." she groaned as he took his fingers out of her.

He brought them to his lips and started to suck off her juices.

"Mmh you taste so good baby. You're doing so well for me love." He ran a hand up and down her waist, kissing the stretch marks that sat there. He kissed her tummy and then all the way back up to her lips.

“Do you want this?” he asked, stroking her hair behind her ear. She nodded enthusiastically, just wanting him to fuck her.

He lined himself up with her and held onto her hand, interlocking their fingers. He slid in with a groan. Her walls clenching around him made this all so much better.

"Fuck y/n you're so good for me. You're such a pretty girl. Mmhm Princess you like that?", he smiled down at her.

" Like it when I fuck you like this and call you a pretty girl, hmm?" He said as she felt his cock pulse inside of her. Her eyes rolled back and she arched her back. He was bigger than she had imagined, much bigger.

"Fuck I love it. " she cried out as his cock slammed into her. She furrowed her brows and grabbed her left boob, playing with her nipples.

Every thrust made her legs shake and her eyes roll back in ecstasy. who knew it would be this good. He flipped them both over and began thrusting a little harder. He rubbed her clit with one hand and held her waist with a firm grip with the other. It felt like she was on cloud nine.

Both of their moans and whimpers filled the slowly thickening air as he ruthlessly shoved himself into her cunt, slapping her ass every few thrusts; watching it jiggle upon impact.

"Fuck i’m gonna cum!!" she whined loudly, Dick’s fingers still rubbing her clit. "Cum on my cock baby. Be a good slut and cum all over my cock sweetheart." He moaned. He pounded her cunt, kissing her shoulder and wrapping his hand-that was previously on her waist- round her throat and squeezing gently. She came hard on his cock, her thighs shaking.

But Dick wasn’t quite finished yet. He picked her up and sat her down on his cock again. He groaned deeply as she began to roll her hips. "Don't stop baby. I'm so close." he whimpered, making her clench around him. He started thrusting up into her, holding her thighs. His pace was unholy as her thighs shook whenever his hips met her ass. His eyebrows were knitted together, he let out short whimper-like moans and his hair covering his hazel eyes. He looked so pretty like this, so pretty.

He flipped them back over so that they were back in missionary. she wrapped her legs round his waist, moaning loudly at how deep he was fucking her. He began to kiss her again, sensually and with passion. She flung her arms round his shoulders and tugged at his hair, making him whine again. god she loved that sound. It was a mix between a guttural moan and a whiny whimper. It made her wet beyond words.

"You close baby?" she asked, stroking his hair and tugging on it every now and again. He nodded and picked up the pace of his thrusts. "You're doing so good for me, so so good." she praised, watching his cheeks turn pink as he let a small chuckle leave his lips. “ ‘M close princess.” he groaned, watching as her second orgasm neared. "Cum with me, Dick. Cum for me." she whispered in his ear, which seemed to do it for him. They both came for a second time. He came inside her, his lips parted and a string of curses tumbling from his open mouth. so so beautiful.

Dick’s thighs shook violently with the ferocity of his orgasm. Y/n stroked her hand through his hair as he came down from his high, whispering sweet nothings softly into his ear. “You did so good for me, so so good. Breathe baby.” she cooed, planting a soft kiss at the base of his neck. “Goody boy. You feeling better?” she asked, watching him nod slowly. “Lemme clean up real quick.” she smiled, heading to his bathroom and cleaning herself up. She came back with a warm washcloth and began wiping up any excess cum. He sighed quietly at the heat of the washcloth, grabbing her hand and forcing her to stop.

“Thank you.” he whispered, millimetres from her lips. “Anytime Bird boy.” she smiled, kissing him. He pulled her into his lap, kissing her slowly and more passionately than the other kisses they shared that night. “Hold on.. Bird boy? Seriously?” he chuckled, running down her waist and over her ass. “Yeah, it suits you. Hey! hands off!” she giggled, slapping his hand away. “Oh c’mon, you love it. You know you do.” he smiled, grabbing her ass with both hands this time.

“Shut up.”

Relax | Dick Grayson Teaser

“I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?”

“God yes. Please.”

Warnings! NSFW 17+, penetrative sex, pet names, hints of choking, blowjobs, dirty talk, teasing.

I am way to scared to post the full story so we’ll see how well this lil snippet does… holy hell i haven’t written smut in a long time.

He took a sip of the Martini, looking Y/n in the eye. He felt it hurn his throat burn just a little as she watched him from behind her glass. “Taste good?” she asked, taking a step toward him. He hummed and nodded his head, taking another sip. “Tell me about your day.” She smiled, urging him to sit down. As he did so, she placed her hands firmly on his broad shoulders. “Shhhh Relax doll.” she whispered in his left ear.

“Well I uh, I did a bit of combat training with the kids and then sorted out some paperwork- ah.. fuck.” he practically moaned as Y/n pressed her thumbs between his shoulder blades. “You like that?” she whispered softly, rubbing his shoulders and back. “Fuck yess.” he groaned as she straightened out a particularly tight knot in Dick’s back. “Keep talking for me.” she said quietly.

“I- mmh- made myself some coffee before i got up here and then i hopped in the- ah- shower.” by now he was a mumbling mess, leaning his head back against her chest. She sat him back running her hands up and down his waist, her nails lightly scratching the skin.. “I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?” she half moaned in his ear, placing a soft kiss on his neck and then his shoulder. She moved to his lap gracefully, rolling her hips a little. “God yes. Please.”

i'll get over it i just gotta be dramatic first

Writer’s Block Drabbles.

Andrew!Peter x Fem!Reader

i have severe writer’s block.. so im writing little things (with help from pinterest) to help.

Prompt —>

- A Secret Romance

- Sad smiles

- A homemade gift.

[This drabble is a summer fling, but make it dramatic.]

She held his face in her hands, pressing their foreheads together. A tear slipped down his cheek, he sniffled and shook his head. “No i cannot lose you, I won’t lose you.” She smiled sadly at his determination. She ran her hand across his cheek, her eyes scanning his face, memorising every scar, blemish and freckle. Her train was due to arrive in twenty minutes but she couldn’t bare to leave him.

He reminded her of summer nights, when the air is cool and the breeze is refreshing. Of freshly baked pastries and intricate oil paintings. He reminded her of simpler times, when nothing really mattered. She looked into his eyes with nothing but love and pure adoration, despite his puffy cheeks and reddened nose. She loved it all, the chestnut brown of his hair and the hazelnut hue of his eyes, the small heart shaped freckle that sat to the left of his slightly crooked nose. She loved the way his thick framed glasses sat awkwardly on the bump in his nose bridge.

“I have something for you. Just a momento, of our time together.” He whispered, reaching into his pocket and picking out a small velvet box. He knelt down on one knee, watching as she smiled softly at him. “You, my dearest Y/n are the love of my life and i need you to know that. I know our time has not been the longest, but i really feel like we have something special.” He pulled open the velvet box which contained a ring, made of paper.

“Oh Peter you’re so romantic.” She blushed, pulling him to his feet and leaning against him. “I know we’re too young, and i know that we cannot be together, but please, wear this ring and know that wherever you are you’re loved.” He slipped the ring on her finger, kissing her cheek shortly after.

“When you wear this ring, remember my love, remember this, remember us.”

“I won’t forget you.”

“I want you. Just you.”

Andrew!peter x Fem!Reader

Peter f!cked up.. badly. Y/n hates him for what he did, but she loves him too much to give up what they have.

¡Warnings!

- nothing much, but a bit of implied smut at the end.

He sat with his knees pulled up to his chest as he stared at the blank white walls of his bedroom. He checked the time, 11:05pm. It was late. He blinked slowly, his eyes dry and tired. He just couldn’t sleep. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it. He contemplated calling her, his thumb hovered over the call button. Just as he was about to put his phone back down, her contact popped up on his screen. He smiled at the photo that came up. It was a picture of the both of them, she had given him a kiss on the cheek and peter had gone bright red. May had taken the photo, giggling at her nephew’s embarrassment.

“Y/n” he said just above a whisper. His voice was shaky with anxiety and tears welled in his eyes. “I know peter.” She responded, she sighed and frowned just a little bit. “I miss you.” he murmured, placing his phone up to his ear. y/n shook her head and held back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. She sniffled and said, “Peter. I can’t do this right now-”

“Y/n i can’t live without you. I said that I’m sorry, isn’t that enough?” he asked, raising his voice a bit. He held his tongue and took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to yell, I just, I can’t do this alone.” His voice was shaky again. He ran an unsteady hand through his hair. It had grown a little longer and it began to curl at the ends a bit.

“You should have thought about that before you kissed Gwen.” she replied, she was tired. Tired of being second choice. First with Flash and now with Peter. She thought it’d be different this time, she swore it would be. But just as she expected, she got tossed to the side like she was worth nothing. “Y/n.”

“No peter. I cannot do this with you anymore. You made up your mind, you chose her. Now leave me alone.” She ended the call and sobbed into her pillow. “But I love you.” He admitted as the call ended. He threw his phone in anger, he had never been so mad at himself for anything in his life, except when Ben died. He swore he wouldn’t let her down, but he did. He had a good thing and he fucked it up. And now he was going to hate himself for this for the rest of his life.

Y/n cried hard. She missed him, of course she did. But she hated what he did to her. He kissed Gwen. He knew how insecure she made her feel, and he kissed her. It was always Gwen. Flash left y/n for Gwen, and Peter was doing the same. Why? What did Gwen have that she didn’t?

Peter looked out of his bedroom window, watching the stars in the sky. They twinkled like fairy lights, brightening the night sky with their innocence. He breathed a heavy sigh. He really fucked up this time. But he was more than determined to fix it. He put on his old, faded red converse and a black hoodie and opened a window. He looked down onto the city, watching how the cars sped past and the city lights twinkled like stars. “I’m coming y/n.” he whispered before letting himself fall out of the window, shooting a web onto a lamp post and swinging through the city.

Y/n laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, her earphones blasting music into her ears. Every now and again, a tear fell from the corner of her eye; she made no effort to wipe them, she let them fall- hoping they’d eventually sweep her away like the ocean. Peter tapped on the glass of her window, he looked in and saw her laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling. His heart broke, and a tear slipped down his cheek. “Y/n.” he whispered. The guilt hit him like a bus, he almost felt like he was going to fall. He attempted to lift the window, but it stayed closed despite his efforts. She locked it.

“Y/n!” he spoke, he tried to get her attention, going as far as to throw small rocks at her window. She heard a faint tapping on her window and got up. She knew she shouldn’t, she knew he was there, but she couldn’t help herself. She had to see him again, even if it was to yell at him and tell him to leave her alone, she had to see him.

“Y/n unlock the window. Please.” he whimpered, the tears were almost uncontrollable. “What do you want Peter?” she sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes. He hopped through the window, putting his head in his hands in frustration.

“I.. I don’t-”

“Peter. If you can’t figure out what you want you need to leave. So what do you want?” she asked again, looking up at him. Their faces were so close. He looked at her lips, and back into her eyes. He swallowed hard. “I want..”

“You.”

She felt his hands on her face, his thumb stroked her cheek, and wiped away a stray tear. “I’m so sorry. I did something stupid and i hate myself for it, but i never meant to hurt you. That's not what i wanted, not now not ever. I want to be yours again. I don’t want her. I want you, just you.” By this point his face was in the crook of her neck, as he whispered these words to her. She wanted him. He’s all she needed. But he hurt her, and he hurt her badly.

“You really fucked up Peter.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“I don’t know if I can forgive you.”

“I- yeah I get it.”

“I love you. More than anything… but I need time.” he choked back a sob. He hated to hear it, but he knew he needed to, he had to listen to her and if that meant leaving her, then he would.

“I love you.” he cried into her shoulder, dampening the material of her pyjama top. They just stayed like that for a few moments, he didn’t want to leave. She was all he had, the only person who made him feel safe. With her, things were easy. He didn’t feel like breathing was a chore, living was easier, being Spider man was easier.

“I’ll wait for you.” he mumbled into her skin, kissing her exposed shoulder. He looked into her eyes, her cheeks were flushed, her cheeks stained with fresh tears.

“Before I leave, can I ask you something?” he said quietly.

“Mmhm.” she hummed, never breaking eye contact.

“Will you kiss me, just once before I go.” he chewed on his bottom lip, sniffling a little. He looked into her eyes, they sparkled innocently, he missed looking into her eyes, he could get lost in them for hours.

“Okay.”

"I love you." he said, kissing her on the lips, his kisses taste like cigarette smoke and candy. His hands planted themselves on her waist, rubbing slowly. Fuck. "Have you been smoking?." she whispered against his lips, her left hand on his cheek. He smiled sheepishly, nodding slightly.

“That’s hot.” She kissed him again. harder this time, their lips melting together. His taste was addictive, as was the way his hands went up and down her waist. he lifted her up, never breaking the kiss, his hands on her ass squeezing every now and then as he walked her to her bed, laying her down.

“One more thing.” he said against her lips. She looked dazed, her pupils dilated and her mouth open slightly. “Mmhm.”

“I think you know where this is going. Are you okay with that?” he asked, looking into her eyes for any sign of discomfort.

“I want you Peter Parker. Just you.”

“I’m here baby.”

“Stay. Please?”

Andrew!Peter x Reader

Peter and Y/n are best friends, but both of them want to be a little more than that.

Authors note: I love this man.

The moon sat still in the sky, glowing a silvery white casting shadows upon the city. Despite the time, cars and trucks raced along the roads, the noise never ending. But you didn’t mind, in fact you were kind if used to it. You lay still in your bed, the darkness surrounding you. You waited patiently. For what, you don’t know.

Time seemed to move slower than usual, you checked the time on your phone it read : 1:34AM, sadly only two minutes had passed since you last checked. you sighed loudly and sat up in your bed. you got out and hopped into your bunny slippers that Peter bought you for your birthday three years ago. You had thought they were stupid at first, but now they were one of your most prized possessions. You opened your door with much difficulty, seeing as your hand had been swallowed by the sleeve of one of Peter’s hoodies that he had given you when you were cold one night, plus your bedroom door was already a pain in the ass to open.

You walked toward your kitchen and went straight to the pantry. you grabbed two croissants and the Nutella, carrying a knife in your mouth. You cut the croissants in half horizontally and dipped the knife in the Nutella. you spread the nutella on the croissants and put them back together. You walked back to your room, croissants, a spoonful of Nutella and a glass of water in hand. You placed them down and sat on the edge of you bed, and as you did that, there was soft knocking at your window.

You checked the clock on the wall to see that the time was only 1:40AM. You froze in your tracks, turning slowly as your parents and sister were asleep in their rooms so you had to be as quiet as possible. You tiptoed to the window, unlocking it as quietly as possible after looking and seeing peter’s stupid grin.

“Peter!? What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the freaking night, your 14 storeys up and you could fall!'' you whisper-yelled. “Well i- i would have tried your front door, but i figured it’d be a bit awkward since its late. so i- well now i'm here. And~ I bought snacks. ” he spoke. his teeth were chattering and he couldn’t seem to stand still. “Well you best come in then, Parker.'' you sighed, letting him in and closing the window as quietly as possible. He stumbled to the other side of your bedroom.

“So why are you here then?” you asked, moving back to your bed. “I don't mean it in a rude way, it’s just usually when you come over it’s because something happened, you’re here for Gwen or you need patching up.” you explained, beginning to eat one of your croissants. he sat on your spinning desk chair, watching you eat your food. He grabbed the spoon of Nutella and began eating it happily. “I just- I was in the neighbourhood, you know and i uh, i guess i wanted to swing by.” he said hurriedly, inhaling sharply. “You got hurt again, didn’t you.”

“yeah.”

“lemme see it.” you sighed, he smiled sheepishly, holding his side in pain, this boy.

He took off his jacket , sucking in a breath. He lifted up his shirt, revealing a large bleeding gash on his waist. “Gods sake Peter.”

You quickly grabbed a first aid kit from the bathroom and began fixing him up on the desk chair beside your bed. You poured rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball and began disinfecting the cut. He made little noises as the alcohol got into his cut. “Ah! Be gentle Y/n.” He whined, frowning at you when you looked up at him in frustration.

“What even happened this time?”

He gasped dramatically, placing his hand on his chest in ‘shock’. “Does the y/n- who hates everyone on this dear planet- care about little old me?” he pouted, bringing his face toward you. You pushed him back and gestured your eyes back down to the bleeding wound.

“Just the usual, you know. Mutant lizards and burning cars. No biggie.” he shrugged, placing a gummy worm into his mouth.

“No biggie!? You could’ve died, Parker. I know you have ‘super spider healing’ or whatever, but you are not invincible!” You almost yelled at him. He just muttered a quiet “I know.” and let you continue your rant.

“You’re Peter Parker, My Peter. Stop throwing yourself into the belly of the beast like you’re going to come out unscathed every time, coz you’re not! One day if you’re not careful you’re going to get seriously hurt, or worse! So please for the love of God.. Stop acting like no one loves you because i do! I Love You peter Parker, you and your stupid glasses and your stupid face and that goofy little smile you do when i’m mad at you.” You huffed at the end. You took two deep breaths and resumed cleaning his wound.

“You.. love me. Did I hear that right? ” he mumbled, grabbing your hands and making you look up at him. He looked so pretty. His hair was messy, yet still so soft and fluffy, his doe eyes stared at you intently with so many unclear emotions hiding behind them.

“Yes because you’re my best friend, now can I finish?” you asked, wriggling out of his grasp. He let you finish up, but it was already starting to heal.

“Just your best friend, huh?” he said, as he looked at your lips and then back up into your eyes. When you finally looked back up at him, he was blushing. He shuffled forward on the chair and leant in a little. You pulled back in realisation before he could get any closer.

“No. Peter, we’ve talked about this.” he put his hand on your cheek and pulled your face closer to his so that your lips were barely touching. “I can’t.” you whispered. A tear rolled down your cheek.

“I should- i should probably go.” his face was still centimetres from yours, your noses touching. You didn’t want him to leave, and he knew that.

“Peter don’t- Don’t go. Please.” You chewed on your bottom lip, looking up into his eyes.

“Y/n.”

“I- I don't- You know what, I'm just gonna say it. I think you’re great I- it’s just that you’re my best friend Pete.” you spoke quickly.

“I know.”

“And Gwen. She’s my sister. And, she really likes you, you know.”

“I know but-“

You cut him off. “No peter. There are no ‘buts’. You know how I feel about you, but there are things we can’t risk. We cannot do this to Gwen. So please Peter, don’t do this.” You stayed looking up at him. He swallowed hard and held eye contact.

“How can I not when you look up at me like you want me to hold you in my arms forever and never let you go? How can I not when your eyes are the only thing i want to look at for the rest of my life? How can I not when there’s nothing on this earth that makes me feel the way you do? Tell me Y/n. How?” He breathed against your lips.

“But she loves you.”

“Do you love me?” he asked, staring down into your eyes.

“I- I do. More than anything.”

“Then kiss me.”

His lips were soft and warm. They fit perfectly with yours, it was slow and so filled with passion. He tasted like gummy bears and chocolate. The kiss was so gentle and loving despite the slight clumsiness on your part, but in the moment all you could think of was how perfect it felt. His hand slowly settled on your waist, rubbing the smooth skin under your hoodie. He kissed your cheek and pushed you back on the bed, breaking the kiss.

“Peter.”

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t leave.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. “