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Pls pls Someone pls write a fic or scenario of Iwuawa's new skin, smut lemon, fluff, against/comfort, whatever the genres is..., im brainrotting but i'm not a writer im begging 😭

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I will move my edgar oneshots here from wattpad, but I might add headcanons that isn't from wattpad. I don't do requests sorry!!

Selfless Idot

"Maybe if you stop being a selfless idiot I would stop being mad at you, I'm worried about you.. "

Your POV

I looked behind and see that the hunter, Joseph is still chasing me. I was decoding peacefully until Joseph changed his target from Norton to me. I told Edgar not to come to kite Joseph because he only have half health left. Since im a decoder, im not used to running cause Im always the one that decodes, Joseph catches up with me easily and hit my back. I was knocked down since I only have half health too, Edgar shouted on the radio saying that hes coming.

When Edgar came, Joseph noticed Edgar from the distance. Joseph didn't tie me on the ballon and take me to the chair, instead he starts chasing Edgar. He probably knew Edgar is going to use his painting then rescues me. While Edgar is kiting Joseph, Victor came to me and starts healing my wound. I say thank you to Victor and starts to decode again while Victor is sending Edgar a letter. I saw Joseph chasing Edgar and almost catches up to Edgar real close, I started to run behind Edgar to body block him and Joseph ended up hitting me. Norton and Victor primed the cipher machine making me and Edgar's health recovered. Joseph changed his target despite knowing that Edgar would only waste his time. He starts to chase Victor and when Joseph swing his sword, I ran between them to body block Victor and got hit again. I got knocked down immediately since Joseph has a detention.

"Get out of here! " I shouted and replied with "sorry" by Victor.

The exit gate is pretty close to us so when Joseph picked me up, Norton throw his magnet and stunned Joseph, then he threw his magnet again to distance me and Joseph so I don't get hit again. Edgar ran to me and Joseph then placed his painting while grabbing my wrist and start running to the exit gate with Victor and Norton following.

After the match, Emily drag us to her office and start healing our wounds. She lectures me for vaulting even tho I know I'm really slow at vaulting. I just sit there and listen to her lecturing me, sweatdropped. After shes done patching me and my teammates up, we separated and do our own activity inside then manor. While walking in the halls to go to my room, I felt a hand grabbing my wrist and pull me inside someone's room. When i was about to scream the person shushed me, I take a closer look and its Edgar.

"Oh Edgar, you scared me for a second" I sighed in relief. He looked at me and mumbled something. I asked him to repeat his sentence but instead he hitted me on my head.

"YOU SELFLESS IDIOT! YOU ALMOST GOT HURTED REALLY BADLY THERE!!" He shouted. Me and Edgar are pretty close due to my interest in his art. At first, he don't like my presence at all but soon he warmed up to me.

"Im sorry okay?! I just can't stand my friends got hurt!! " I pouted.

He sighed and dragged me to his bed and told me to sit there, I obeyed and sat on the edge of the bed. He took out his canvas and sat beside me. Edgar always let me hang out with him everytime he's painting something, not that I mind I actually enjoyed the comfortable silence.

"Hey Edgarrrr? " I tried to talk to him stretching the last word.

" Tch what? " He asked me inannoyed tone.

"Don't tell me you're still mad at me? But if you're mad at me, what did I do wrongggg? " I whined.

"Maybe if you stop being a selfless idiot I would stop being mad at you, I'm worried about you.. " said Edgar mumbling the last past.

We just sat there in silence before Emily knocked on his door telling us that dinner is ready. Edgar told me to go first with Emily since he has something to do before he ate dinner. When i was about to go catch up with Emily suddenly I got an idea. I ran back to Edgar causing him to looked at me confused. I stand on my tip toes and kiss his cheek and whispered something, it made his expression turned into a flustered and suprised expression. I giggled and ran to his door to meet up with the others.

Edgar's POV

"At least im your selfless idiot, right? " They whispered on my ear causing me to blush. Then they ran to the dining room, I just stood there suprised and touched my cheek where they kissed me.

"That idiot.. " I sighed and closed my door not planning to ear dinner with those peasants, well except Y/n.

I will change the point of view cuz I forgot I did change it on my wattpad (　；∀；)

Jealous

"Whatever.. At least you're not falling in love with some random peasants, they aren't worthy enough for you"

Y/N POV

School has been keeping me busy all the time, theres so many homework and exams. I cant even spend my time with my boyfriend, Edgar. I really want to spend my time with him but I guess ill make it up later. I jumped off my bed and grab my phone that has been charged. I check the time sighed. I was about to charged my phone back when suddenly my phone starts to ring, I checked who called me in the middle of the night and surprisingly its Edgar. Edgar always sleeps early unless he's still painting. I accept the call and greets him immediately.

"Hi Edgar! Why are you calling me in the middle of the night? " I asked him. There's a moment of silence before he talked.

"Y/N, are you ignoring me? " He didn't answered my question and asked me instead. I frozed for a moment before answering.

"No, of course not!! Why would I ignore you? But sorry if I acted like ignoring you, I actually felt really stressed because there's still so many unfinished homework and project that I have.. " I sighed and talked with him for a bit before hangs up since I need to continue finishing my homework and project.

I ran to my class really quick, fortunately I arrive to class on time so the teacher let it slide. Victor who sits beside me looked at me with concern in his eye, I just waved at him and continue to write the teacher's explanation on my notebook.

It took forever for the class to end, I was really exhausted and wants to go home and lay in my bed all day. I felt someone taps my shoulder and I quickly snapped out of my daze. I looked at the person and turns out it was Victor, he starts to fiddle with his fingers.

"U-um Y/N.. I'm not sure if you already heard it already or not since you looked like you didn't pay attention to class at all, but we got another project and we are partners.. " He said with a small smile.

I smiled back at him, "Ah thank you for telling me Victor! Let's talk about this project later after school, yeah? "

He nodded and walked away probably to eat at the cafeteria. I sighed and starts to walked to Edgar's class, I peeked inside his classroom and saw him doodling on his notebook. I smiled and remembered that I still have some many work to do and it would be best if I do it right now. I cursed under my breath before walking off to my class again.

I was walking on the hall to go home and finish my homework then sleep when suddenly Victor taps my shoulder and pointed at the library. I stopped for a second before remembering that we had a project, I nodded at him and walked to the library with him following me. I asked him what's the project about and after he explained, we start doing the project for about 1 hour.

After we finished, I lay my head on the table and decided that I should do my homework here before going home. Victor insisted that he will help me finishes all of my homework so I could rest. I thanked him before focusing back on my homework, Victor is pretty helpful on helping me, I honestly can't thanked him enough. Eventually I finishes all of my homework, I stretched my arms and start to pack my book so I could go home fast. I waved at Victor and he waved back at me, we separated after that.

When I arrived at my house, I ran to my room and changed my clothes into a comfortable one. I grabbed my phone and called Edgar to say that I finally can spend time with him. Strangely he didn't answer my calls, I decided that I should call him later.

After waiting for several hours he still didn't called me back, I grabbed my jacket since I decided that I will go to his house and maybe we could hang out there. I ran to his house hoping that he's home, it's a good thing our house is pretty close and that's why we usually walked home together even tho sometimes his driver drives us home.

I'm finally at his front door, I knocked and waited there for about 2 mins when Edgar finally opened the door. He didn't speak at all but he motioned that I could go inside. He took my wrist and led me to his room upstair, I just sweatdropped at his action. We're finally on his room and we just sit there in silence. I decided to start the conversation first.

"Um Edgar, why do you look so angry..?" I asked him. He crossed his arm and pouted.

"What are you doing with Victor today at the library? Why are you hanging out with him but not me? I'm your boyfriend, Y/N!! " He whined while still pouting.

I sighed, "Edgar.. Victor and I are doing our project and he helps me finish all of my homework so I could spend more time with you. " I said while hugging him, he didn't hug back but his expression softened.

"Whatever.. At least you're not falling in love with some random peasants, they aren't worthy enough for you" He mumbled.

I grinned at him, "Wait.. Are you jealous Edgar? Oh my, you are jealous! " I laughed at him while he just pouted.

We ended up spending time cuddling even tho he's still not used to it. He becomes a bit clingy but denies it. When he's about to denied it again, I give him a quick peck on his lips making his face turning into all red.

I am so thirsty for an edgar x reader fanfic even tho I wrote one myself..... 😢😢 should I just make one with highschool au

Choose Me Instead

"I don't care if you're just a commoners, you are my muse and I wouldn't trade you for anyone."

Y/N POV

You had taken a liking to a certain seer, Eli Clark who's a kind and calm man. You knew theres no chance he would like you back since he already has a fiance, Gertrude. You knew how much he loves Gertrude and you can't do anything about it. You cant afford yourself to steal someone's fiance because you knew its not the right thing to do, so you gave up.

Ever since you tried to get rid of your feelings, you've been more quiet lately. Everyone are worried about you, even the grumpy Naib or the very distant Aesop are concerned about your quietness. You haven't been the cheerful person they knew. They tried to comfort you about it and asked what happened, but you just smiled at them. Little did you know there's a certain man that has been watching you.

You sighed as you closed your door room, going to the dining hall to check if there's a snack. Suddenly you heard someone greets you from behind, you turned around and see Eli waving his hand at you. You grew nervous and hesitantly waved back. Eli ran to you while smiling, you had the urged to cry but holds it anyway.

Eli smiles, "Hey Y/N! Do you want to go to the dining hall with me? " He offered.

You opened your mouth but nothing came out of your mouth. You stiffened, don't know whether you should accept or decline his offer. Before you could say anything, someone stood behind you.

"Y/N are unavailable today, they agreed to let me paint them. Now if you excuse us, we have a meeting to attend right now. " A certain voice talked behind you. You could only think one person that would mention something about art, Edgar Valden.

You didn't know much about Edgar, he's always in his room painting and rarely come out. You felt his presence auras are intimidating so you can't bring yourself to approach him. There this one time where you invite him to have a tea together, he declined with the reason you are just a mere peasant like the others and you have nothing to do with art.

You felt him grasping your wrist and dragging you away from Eli. Eli just stood there mouth opened but he quickly regain his composure and smiled while waving at me. I waved back and my eyes went to Edgar, he didn't look back at me instead he just dragged me to his room.

He stopped at his door and let go of my wrist. I figured that he saw my nervous face and decide to help me. I distance myself away from him since we stood pretty close to each other.

"Um thank you for your help Edgar, I'll be going now." You smiled and start to walk away.

Before you could leave, Edgar pulls you to his room. Your eyes widened while gasping to the sudden psychical contact. Edgar closes his door and crossed his arm while looking at me. He sighed while my face is full of confusion, didn't know why he let me go inside his room. His room is pretty messy, full of canvas and lots of paintbrush. A canvas is on the easel, there are two stools in front and behind of the easel.

"What are you waiting for? I'm not going to wait here all day. " Edgar stated coldly.

"Ah, what am I supposed to do? " You asked while he sighed again.

"Sit on the stool idiot, I told you haven't I? You agreed to let me paint you"

"But I never agreed o-" You stopped not continuing since his face is full of irritation now.

"You should be grateful I agree to paint you, I usually won't paint any commoners like you. " Edgar bluntly stated.

You laughed awkwardly and sat on the stool. He

sit on his own stool and start to prepare his paintbrush and paint.

It's been an hour ever since he paint you, you felt really tired and hungry but decided to stay silent while he's still working on his painting. After the long awkward silence, he's finally done with the painting. He looked at the painting and there's a little pink dusk spreaded on his cheek, you didn't noticed that and asked him if you can see the final result. Edgar declined saying that he still need to add a few details and leaded you outside his door. You brushed it off and starts to go to the dining hall to grab a snack.

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Edgar POV

I can't help but keep staring at the painting of Y/N, they look so amazing and gorgeous.. I've been watching over their strange behavior since they are always cheerful but now they're more quiet. I have taken a liking to them, they are the only one who would invite me even thought I always declined their invitation. I sighed and sit on my stool, I know that Y/N likes Eli and there's nothing I could do about it.

It's been 1 month ever since you moved on, you didn't have any romantic feelings toward the seer anymore. Edgar has been hanging out with you ever since that day where he paint you. He still act like himself, arrogant and stubborn. Even so, he tried to be nicer to you while he still act like a jerk to everyone.

You may accidentally taken a liking towards the painter, you decided that one day you would have the courage to confess to him. You're still not ready to confess because you know that he comes from a noble rich family and that you're just a mere seamstress.

A knock interrupted your thoughts and you looked at your door, you got up from your bed and walk towards the door. You opened your door and spotted the brunette painter. Before you could speak, he shoved his painting that he hold in your hands. There's a cloth that covers the canvas and you could feel that there's a paper under the cloth too. He ran back to his room and slam his door.

You were confused by what just happened, you shake off your thought and sit on your bed again. You removed the cloth and saw that it's a painting of you, you were sitting on a flower field while smiling and closing your eyes. You smiled softly and starts to read the note he gave you.

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I hope you like the painting I made for you, it took me some time to finish it but regardless it's finished now. Y/N I love you, I don't care if you're just a commoners, you are my muse and I wouldn't trade you for anyone. I know you like Eli but I was hoping you would choose me instead of him. I can treat you better, I would stop being mean to you. Let's talk tomorrow.

-Edgar Valden

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Your eyes widened and your face is now completely red. It's a love note from him, he wrote it so simple but it made your heart flutter. You smile brightly and decided that you would answer his confession back tomorrow. You sleep with a soft smile on your face, knowing that your feelings has been returned.

A/N: Hi! yes I will make the Edgar ff highschool au but it will took time since I'm still trying to figure out a good plot.

Belongs to Another

"Love hurts so bad, but seeing you being happy with someone else is enough for me"

warning: angst

Y/N POV

Ever since you were a kid, you believe you will never fall in love. For you, love is useless and could cause a heartbreak once it's over. Until you meet someone who changed your mind. You wonder how could you like someone who's mean and arrogant, it was the painter Edgar Valden. You managed to be friends with him, everyday you wake up feeling excited to meet him. Feeling special because he's only friends with you, you had a feeling he likes you back.

Until that day you two were hanging out in the manor's library to watch Edgar paint. It was so quiet you could hear his brush strokes. After a while, the library door opened revealing the "prisoner" and postman. They were chatting together, Edgar raised his head and his eyes widened.

"Edgar? Are you alright? " You tapped his shoulder and he snap out of his trance. He fake coughed and nodded.

"Who is that with the blonde hair? "

"Oh that's the new survivor! His name is Victor Grantz, he's a postman. You should see his dog though, it's so cute! " You laughed.

Edgar hummed in reply and from that day on, he started acting weird. His face would randomly turns red whenever he was going to paint and he started going to the library more often. At first you think nothing of it but then it kinda concerns you so you decided to ask him.

"You've been acting weird these past days.. Are you alright Edgar? " His face turns red again and he sighed.

"I guess it's time to tell you.. I.. " You realized something and had a little hope he would confess to you. You nodded telling him to go on.

"I have a crush on Victor! " He huffed, you felt your heart dropped to your stomach.

Victor? But you rarely sees them together.. Plus he was only here for 5 days! You hold the urge to cry and smiled.

"I'm friends with Victor, if you want I can introduce you to him? " His eyes brighten and he held both your hands.

"Are you sure? That would be amazing! When are you going to do it? "

"Of course! we are best friends after all. Why not now? Cmon let's go to the library to meet him! " You lead him to the library still holding your tears.

They both started dating after 3 months, unfortunately you haven't moved on yet. Your heart sank everytime you saw them holding hands or laughing together. Ever since you introduced them, Edgar was seen hanging out with Victor more than you. Luca knows you love Edgar and he has been by your side to comfort you. He knows it's still hard to win your heart when you still love that certain painter. You sobbed into his arms, can't take the pain anymore.

"Love hurts so bad isn't it? "

Author Note: Hello! Sorry for the long wait, I was thinking I should rewrite all of my oneshots but I decided to do it later. I have a good news :D I already wrote 3 chapters of the Edgar highschool AU and I will post it once i completed it so you all wont have to wait for so long. Thats all thank you!!

Dancing in the Rain

"You'll stay by my side right? "

fem reader

You originally had planned a small picnic date for you and Edgar, but unfortunately God decided it's the right time to rain. So here you are sitting on the window seat huffing in annoyance, your boredom strikes but suddenly you have an idea. Opening the door to Edgar's art studio, there he was painting something while humming. You tapped his shoulder making look up to you.

"What do you need love? " He gently smile as he kissed your hand.

"Sorry to bother you Ed but can you come with me to the garden? "

Edgar frowned, "Y/n.. You do kn-" You shushed him with your index finger.

"I know how much you hated rain but can you accompany me only this time? There's something I always wanted to do.. " He sighs and nodded after you plead him.

Holding his hand, you opened the door to the garden. Most part of the garden is wet caused by the rain, one of your hand holding onto terrace's railing and one reached your hand out to feel the water drops. Soon you walked out of the terrace and immediately you are soaking wet with water.

But you didn't care. You enjoyed the feeling of rain pouring down onto you. It feels relaxing and nostalgic, so you reached your hand to Edgar inviting him for a dance. He looked at you hesitantly but eventually he took your hand. You grinned and pulled him to the rain. At first he looked annoyed, his expression softened once he sees how beautiful you are under the rain. Though your clothes are soaked, you looked like an angel. Oh how grateful he was to have you.

His hand reached your waist and the other hand held yours, you hummed a melody and so you both dance in the rain all alone. It was a calm moment and you both enjoy it like there's no tomorrow. Soon you stopped humming and embrace him.

"You know.. I still can't believe we are already married for 10 years. Dancing in the rain really made me feel nostalgic. " Edgar embraced you back and kissed you on the forehead.

"Time passed so much and I'm glad I can be together with you.. "

"Promise me you'll stay by my side forever? " You let go of the embrace and stick out your pinky finger.

Edgar chuckled and linked his with yours, "Of course my lady. "

about me!

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ღ identity v

masterlist

ლ "x reader"

ʚ edgar valden

selfless idiot

jealous

choose me instead

belongs to another

dancing in the rain

ღ genshin impact

ʚ kazuha & scara

roomies!

ლ character x character

ღ identity v

ʚ edvic (edgar valden x victor grantz)

i hear a symphony

ღ bungou stray dogs

ʚ chuuran (nakahara chuuya x edogawa ranpo)

somewhere only we know

where's all the demi with female s/O hcs (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Content under the cut is strictly 18+

MDNI

English is not my first language, I have very limited experience in writing fanfiction.

Antonio (Violinist) x GN!Reader

CWs: NSFW, readers anatomy is referred to as chest + h*le/entrance/s*x, reader may or may not wear makeup, reader wears tight clothes, reader drinks alcohol and gets intoxicated, reader perceives situation as dangerous, now that I think about it it can possibly be viewed as dubcon although not intended

Word count: 1903

You do this because you love yourself.

Of course that's the case. You doll yourself up before you go to the bar, a good long hour of preparation always includes a fragrant shower that leaves your body soft and well-moisturized, makes you feel like a divine being, a manifestation of raw beauty itself. After your skincare routine you settle in a plush chair in front of the mirror to do your makeup. It might not be much, just a small touch-up to accentuate your natural beauty or hide an aggravated pimple, it might be a lot if you're feeling fancy, a dramatic look feels like a fun bit of masquerading. You might skip this step altogether. You deserve it.

You do this because you hate yourself.

Every time you go there it starts the same and ends the same, too. You buy your own drink first to get in the mood, something you know will knock you out the fastest. It's been a while since you've last chosen your alcohol by taste instead of percentage. The glint of intoxication gives your eyes a catty appearance that few can resist, gives your spine a curve you rarely see in the mirror - an inviting shape, the small of your back begging to be caressed by a knowing palm. You can't afford it sober, with all your responsibilities your body's mental image contorts into a creature most resembling Atlas holding the world on his shoulders. No room for a hug at all.

Soon your figure finds itself in a sardine can of wet breaths, skin rubbing against skin through the skimpy outfits people usually wear to such places. The pheromones work you better than any substance you could ever try. You've been bought enough drinks by now to fit right in with the dancing crowd, your whole being traveling through it like plankton through the thick of the sea, hardly paying any attention to the way the jerky moves of someone against your flesh get replaced by a thoughtful sway of hips, a gentle touch that stops your slow drifting, slender hands gluing the bottom of your stomach to a muscled set of abs. You feel a pulsing vein where his bare skin dips under the rough fabric of his pants, the speeding heartbeat and a dishonest smile pulling tightly on his cheeks sober you up just enough for disgust to settle. You deserve it.

"What is a bella like you doing in a ditch like this?"

The smell of his sweat, tinged with woody cologne that's nearly overshadowed by the stench of smoke and a rich dry rye aroma - you write it off as him having drank a particularly strong unfiltered beer - all get into your head, and he gladly takes your laughter for an answer. With him having already taken your body in his arms you have to ask yourself what else he is planning to take from you. You deserve it, in any case.

The next however-long-he-wants you spend tightly pressed against his chest, barely able to keep up a simple dialogue, let alone count the time between him laying eyes on you and him taking you home. Your arms find his long hair, and something cracks in your fingers as you pass the locks between them, smooth strands turning into what feels like dry grass, and you furrow your eyebrow when you feel a spikelet somehow stuck in there as well. You don't pay much attention, though, as he quickly draws your thoughts elsewhere, asking if you like the music here. You press your cheek against the well-worn decorated leather collar of his coat and admit that you hate it, describing roughly what you actually enjoy. He picks a two-word description for the genre quicker than you're able to recall the name for it, and you're sure that he's just made it up. You laugh, because it's still spot-on.

"I'm a musician, you know. Maybe I could write you something you'd actually like?"

Do you really deserve it?

You still allow him to take you back to his place so he could play you something. The cold night air turns into chills slithering down your spine as you watch him pull his rusty motorcycle off the road to a non-distinct farmland, and his honeyed whisper in your ear promising that he "knows a spot" sounds less like a good prospect and more like finding yourself in 10 separate bags by the dawn. For now, you get comfortable as your back meets a cushy haystack and your vis-a-vis shuffles closer to you, trying to squeeze against and under your body so you're practically in his lap. Did he always have a violin with him?

You watch his adam's apple move in sync with his hearty laughter as he throws his head back, his warm fingers sliding up your thighs, a tender gesture coming to a sharp end as his claws dig into the flesh around the ridges of your ilium. You suppose it's the blinding white pain that illuminates your dark corner of the hayloft when the bow touches the strings, but as you open your eyes after wincing your vision is captured by the way his fiery fingers operate the violin, the whole left side of his face drowning in golden light. In your enchanted state you almost wish to be it - right until the moment his other set of arms digs deeper under the warm safety of your clothes.

Your ears work slower than your eyes, and the sound of him calling you a galore of Italian diminutives gets drowned in the melody he plays, your thoughts follow the notes as the man dives to pin you against the fragrant haystack. "Tesoro" as he presses his foxy smile against your neck, sharp teeth sliding along your vein in a silent threat until he decides to grace your nerve endings with an open-mouthed kiss that starts under your ear and wraps around your jawline towards your throat, where he bites. "Cara mia" as the bow rips the song off the strained strings, and the sound drips down your legs that now hug the musician's waist, licking your shaking body, laying thick in the bottom of your belly and the back of your clouded mind. “Amore” as the fabric of your skin-tight top is peeled off your body, the violinist catching the galloping goosebumps in his warm hands, his hot breath snaking its way down your sternum giving you enough heat to not even shiver against the cold night air. "Dolcezza" as he uses both of his real hands to rip apart your underwear.

Deep in the sensory overload you barely register the “ding” of his belt buckles sliding against each other as his nimble fingers work his jeans open. You are, despite everything, painfully aware of his cock easily reaching all the way up to your navel when he lays himself against your body, clearly showing off. His hips buck expectantly, waiting for your eyes to dart upwards to meet his gaze, see how he licks his lips that stretch in an impossibly wide smile, accentuated by his facial hair. He wants you to maintain eye contact as he positions his tip to slide effortlessly against your hole, lingering there to rub between your legs just to make you shiver, to let you feel the twitch of him against the most delicate parts of you. As a cold breeze licks your stomach, you can feel the trail of pre he left while withdrawing from you, and a pulsing vein wrapped around his shaft, his speeding heartbeat rubbing against your heat further confirms that he's been dreaming of this moment for quite some time. You gasp as he finally pushes in.

He makes sure to go slow enough for you to feel every detail of his shape, down to the texture of his skin as he presses his cock deeper into you. The ridge where his glans ends teases your opening just right, the spread open muscle at the entrance tightening while your body obediently wraps itself around his shaft. He gets impatient quickly, indulging your hole with a slow thrust that pulls him in over the halfway mark before he withdraws just to dive in the next moment, hips bucking faster than he can get a reign of himself. His rhythm is flawless, though, toned hips working perfectly to stuff you with a dick that massages your every spot, pulsing veins meeting nerve endings in engorged walls. His mouth is glued to your chest, teeth digging into soft flesh just to sharpen your senses without quite leaving a mark, wet kisses cut off by desperate gasps and Italian curses as his cock twitches inside of you, thick shaft buried to the hilt in smooth muscle. He counts your ribs with a light touch of slender fingers that would dig into the plush flesh of your thighs the very next moment if you didn't feel one of them slither downward along the curves of your torso, dipping past your navel and traveling further south until he can massage your sex, the pad of his thumb rubbing against the most perfect spot in the most perfect rhythm. You see stars when his hand falls in sync with his thrusts, you turn to mush when the frequency deliberately fluctuates to create a symphony on the strings of your nerve endings. A drop of sweat peels off his chest to fall onto yours, and you can swear it evaporated on contact. There's a tight knot where your bodies connect.

“Sing for me, bella.”

You feel too many hands snaking around your body, your blood freezes when smooth bone wraps around your wrists, a moment of hesitation more than enough to pin you down. You're in no place to fight, though, as the musician quickly maneuvers your lower half, palms hooked under your knees until they're pressed into soft hay just next to your shoulders. He thrusts triumphantly, hissing when he sinks impossibly deeper, just half a centimeter enough to knock a pathetic whimper out of your lungs. He bites his lip while he bullies your hole, a heated whisper of inaudible Italian words crawling inside of your mind as the violinist presses his lips against your ear is enough to nearly push you over the peak, a deliberate thrust that drags a thick vein against your soft spot finishing the job. Your body sucks him in as it raptures, a slew of noises from your swollen lips is music to his ears as his cock twitches hard before spilling, pressing thick cum against the muscle he was fucking into just now. There's enough seed for a drop of it to escape your body while his hips are still practically glued to your ass, more so as he withdraws just enough for you to relax, sore joints creaking almost audibly. He doesn't pull out, though, even as he settles against your chest, long brown hair falling onto your torso to cover the glisten of sweat on your skin. Even in the dark of night you can see his eyes, half-lidded and full of admiration as he nuzzles against you, love seeping from every pore of his body.

“Don't know what you were doing there at the bar, bella, but you deserve so much better. Stay away from hell-holes like that, promise? Do it because I love you.”