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bytemee · 4 months ago

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WILDFLOWER — kim minjeong & yu jimin.

now, i know that you love me. you don't need to remind me. i should put it all behind me, shouldn't i?

synopsis. you’re heading off to college with a scholarship, leaving behind jimin—a girl who you fell for, knowing the complications and the walls she put up. then minjeong comes into the picture, someone so different, but similar at the same time, you find yourself pulled toward to her. but when jimin reappears, everything gets messy, too messy.

pairing. yu jimin x fem!reader x kim minjeong

warning(s). angst, fluff, slow burn (?), love triangle, unresolved feelings, and let me know if there's more!

words. 4.6k

authors note. tried something different w the writing style. plz enjoy & yes there will be a part two i think..........................

you don’t know when it started, this thing between you and jimin.

maybe it was the first time she laughed at one of your dumb jokes, tilting her head back like the sound was too big for her body. maybe it was the way she always waited for you after work, even when she finished before you, leaning against the doorframe of your shared space with a lazy smile.

maybe it was the way she touched you—soft, fleeting, never enough. a hand on your wrist when she wanted your attention. fingers brushing over yours when she passed you something. the occasional, completely unnecessary adjustment of your collar or your jacket.

small things.

things that added up.

“you always look at me like that.”

the words catch you off guard, spoken lazily as jimin leans back in her chair. you’re at work, supposed to be focused, but instead, your eyes must’ve lingered too long.

you blink. “like what?”

she smirks, stretching her arms above her head. “like you want to say something.”

your stomach tightens. you force a laugh, shaking your head. “you’re imagining things.”

she hums, unconvinced, but drops it. that’s how jimin is—she flirts and teases but never really lets you know where you stand.

and you, like an idiot, let her.

it goes on like this for weeks and then months. every time you gather up the courage to say something, the words die on your tongue. how could you possibly sum up how you feel? besides, there are so many reasons why you shouldn't act on it. you work together. she has a boyfriend. you're just a stupid girl with a crush, and she's…well, everything.

you tell yourself it’s not a big deal.

sure, your pulse spikes when her hand brushes yours while walking home. and sure, maybe you replay certain moments in your head—her laughing at something you said, her leaning in too close to show you something on her phone.

but it’s harmless, right? you’re friends.

and then there are nights like these.

it’s late, the sky inky black above you, and the two of you are walking in sync like always. after work, you walk home together like always. it’s unspoken at this point, a routine you never bothered to question. you live a few streets apart, close enough that it makes sense, but far enough that you both know you could’ve made different choices. she could’ve left with the others. you could’ve taken a different route.

but you never do.

“what if we just dropped everything?”

you glance at her, raising an eyebrow. “dropped everything and did what?”

“ran away. started fresh. maybe somewhere by the sea. or the mountains. someplace with no one around for miles, just trees and peace and quiet."

you laugh. "if i ran away, you'd come with me?"

"of course," she says. "who else would put up with me?"

"right, who else…"

"i mean it." her voice is soft, almost lost to the sound of your footsteps. "i wouldn't go anywhere without you."

she laughs, a sound that makes your chest ache.

you wonder if she knows what she’s doing. if she realizes how easy it is for her to say things like this, to build these little worlds between you, only to leave them behind like they never mattered.

the conversation shifts, meandering through different topics. work, dumb customers, and her latest obsession with some random drama she’s been watching. she talks about it animatedly, her hands moving as she explains some plot twist that apparently changed her life.

you’re only half-listening.

because she’s glowing under the streetlights, her eyes bright, her lips curved in a soft smile. and for a second, you let yourself imagine—

if things were different.

if she didn’t have a boyfriend.

if you were braver.

if she looked at you the way you looked at her.

but then she bumps your shoulder with hers, pulling you back to reality. “hey. you’re quiet.”

you blink. “just tired.”

she doesn’t push, doesn’t ask what’s really on your mind. instead, she nudges you again, grinning. “don’t fall asleep standing up. i’ll leave you here.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “no, you wouldn’t.”

she hums. “you’re right. i wouldn’t.”

and that’s the thing about jimin. she says things like that all the time—things that feel like confessions if you listen too closely. but she never follows through.

so you don’t say anything.

you just keep walking, side by side, pretending this isn’t killing you. pretending she doesn't notice. pretending it's enough.

the email comes in the morning.

a scholarship. fully funded. a chance to study something you love in a way you never thought possible.

you should be happy.

and you are.

but then there’s jimin.

and you don’t know how to tell her.

you put it off for as long as you can. days pass, filled with the same routines, the same inside jokes, the same late-night walks home. but every time you try to bring it up, the words die in your throat.

it’s stupid. she’s not your girlfriend. she’s not even yours to begin with.

but she means something to you.

and part of you is terrified that when you tell her, she’ll just… shrug and move on.

like this was never a big deal.

like you were never a big deal.

you finally tell her on a night that feels just like any other.

you’re walking home together, just like always. the sky is dark, the air is cold, and there are so many stars overhead that for a moment you forget to breathe. she’s rambling about something—work, a new song she’s obsessed with, and you’re not really listening. your heart is pounding too loud in your ears.

then—

“i got a scholarship.”

she blinks at you.

you force a laugh, rubbing the back of your neck.

it sounds fake even to your own ears.

a beat of silence, and then—

she slows. “for what?”

you tell her.

she nods, taking it in. “that’s incredible.”

there’s a pause. a beat too long.

then she asks, carefully—“where?”

your fingers tighten around your bag strap. you look at her, hoping for what? reassurance? an answer? some sign that this is more than what it feels like? "a state away."

but there isn't one.

she stops walking.

for the first time, you see it—the shift.

the way her mouth parts slightly like she wants to say something but doesn’t. the way her fingers twitch at her sides. the way her entire posture stiffens, just for a second, before she forces herself to relax.

she smiles.

it looks wrong.

"wow. that's great," she says. "congratulations."

you nod slowly, your chest tight. "thanks."

there's another pause, heavier than the last. you don't know what else to say. she doesn't seem to either. it feels like there should be something. something to make this easier. something to fix whatever this tension is. but you're both quiet, and the moment stretches out between you like an unspoken truth.

finally, she clears her throat. "well… i'm glad you told me." she starts walking again, forcing a smile. "we should celebrate."

"right. we should."

the next few days are strained. you try to act normal, but it's hard when everything feels off. when she smiles too wide and laughs too loud, like she's trying to prove something. when she avoids eye contact and changes the subject whenever you try to bring up the scholarship. when every conversation feels stilted and forced.

and you get it—she's hurting. but so are you.

so why does it feel like she's the only one allowed to show it?

on your last day at work, she walks you home again. this time she's not catching you up on her drama or talking about some new album she wants you to listen to. she's quiet, her hands shoved in her pockets as you walk side by side. the air between you is heavy with things unsaid, and you don't know how to break it. how to fix this. how to make it right before you leave.

before you go.

and before you can think better of it—

you step closer.

she doesn’t move.

your heart is in your throat. you don’t know who leans in first. maybe it’s you. maybe it’s her. maybe it doesn’t even matter.

all you know is that one second you’re standing there, drowning in the weight of goodbye, and the next—her lips are on yours. and it feels like everything. it feels like fire and ice and every cliché you've ever heard. it feels like coming home after a long day. it feels like all the times you wanted to do this and didn't. it feels like regret and relief and pain and pleasure.

it feels like love.

when she pulls away, it takes everything in you not to chase her lips. her eyes are wide, dark with want, and for a moment, you let yourself hope.

then—

she steps back.

"i'm sorry."

her voice is barely above a whisper.

your stomach drops. "jimin—"

"i shouldn't have done that." she shakes her head, running a hand through her hair. "that was a mistake."

you don't say anything. what can you say? that it wasn't? that you've been waiting for this for months? that you don't regret it? that you're in love with her?

no.

she already knows all that.

she just doesn't care.

she has a boyfriend.

she's not yours.

so you just nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. "okay."

she bites her lip. her eyes are shining. for a second, you think she might say something. apologize again, explain, and tell you what's going on. but then her expression shifts, and the moment is gone. she steps back, clearing her throat.

"i should go."

you nod. "yeah."

she turns and walks away.

you watch her go, your chest aching.

"i'll miss you."

the words slip out before you can stop them, falling into the space between you.

she freezes.

but still—

she doesn't look back.

she keeps walking.

until she's gone.

that night, you sit on your bed and stare at your phone. you could text her.

but what would you say? hey, sorry about earlier. i didn't mean to ruin things between us. i just had to know what it was like. but i won't bring it up again, i promise. everything will be normal when i get back.

you could try calling, but the idea of hearing her voice makes your stomach twist.

you could try emailing.

you could send her a letter.

you could do anything.

but you don't.

instead, you sit there, your thumb hovering over her contact info. you don't even know what you'd say. what could you possibly say that would fix this?

she has a boyfriend.

maybe it was always going to end this way.

adjusting to college is easier than you thought it would be.

maybe it's because the campus is lively, filled with people moving too fast to notice that you're still figuring things out. maybe it's because your classes keep you busy, giving you little time to dwell on the past. or maybe—maybe it's because of minjeong.

the scholarship brought you here, placing you among a team of insanely talented people. it's intimidating at first, walking into a room full of names you've only heard in passing, people who are already settled, already familiar with one another.

and then there's minjeong.

she’s quiet, reserved in a way that makes you curious. she doesn’t try to take up space like some of the others do—like yizuho, who talks with her hands and fills silences effortlessly. or aeri, whose jokes come quick and sharp, making everyone laugh. no, minjeong is different.

she listens more than she speaks. her laughter is soft, sometimes hidden behind her sleeve. but when she does talk, when she meets your gaze across the room, something settles inside you.

like maybe, for the first time in a long time, things are going to be okay.

and they are.

at first, it's hard. you miss home, miss your old job, and miss the familiarity of things. you feel out of place, like a stranger in a strange land. but then—

minjeong finds you.

at first, it's small things.

you're leaving class when you see her sitting on a bench outside, headphones in, scribbling furiously in a notebook. you stop, taking in the scene. she looks peaceful and focused, her brow furrowed as she writes. and without thinking, you step closer, leaning down to read over her shoulder.

"hey."

her voice startles you. she's looking up at you, her head tilted, a slight smile on her face. "do i know you?"

your face heats. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to bother you."

she chuckles. "i'm kidding. what's up?"

"i just…" you trail off, your cheeks growing warmer. "i was just wondering what you were working on."

"oh." she glances down at her notebook, biting her lip. "just lyrics, nothing serious."

"can i hear them?"

her gaze flicks back to you. there's something in her eyes, a question, but she nods anyway.

and as you sit next to her on that bench, listening to her softly sing the words she's written, you feel it—a spark of something.

it grows.

mall conversations before practice, eating lunch at the same table when no one else is around. but then those casual conversations stretch longer. lunches turn into late-night talks in the dorm hallway, legs stretched out, backs against the cold wall, whispering so you don’t wake anyone up.

somewhere along the way, she becomes a constant.

you find yourself waiting for her after class just because. she leaves a seat open for you in the dining hall without asking. she steals bites of your food, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

it’s easy with her.

no games. no uncertainty. no aching question of, does she feel the same? lingering in the air like a weight on your chest.

you don’t even realize how much time you spend together until one of the others—yizuho—teases you about it.

"you two are like an old married couple," she says one day, nudging minjeong’s shoulder.

minjeong just rolls her eyes, but there’s a faint flush on her cheeks.

and you—well. you pretend not to think too hard about it.

one night, while eating together in your dorm room, the conversation drifts to relationships.

minjeong is lying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling while you sit cross-legged on the floor, picking at your food.

“what about you?” you ask, nudging her foot lightly.

she tilts her head to look at you. “what about me?”

“your love life.”

she hums, considering. “i have a boyfriend.”

something sharp twists in your stomach.

it shouldn’t.

but it does.

“oh,” you say, keeping your voice neutral. “that’s cool.”

she doesn’t elaborate, and you don’t ask any more questions.

but that weird feeling stays.

weeks pass, and things remain the same. or at least, they’re supposed to.

but you can’t stop thinking about it.

not in a jealous way—because that would be stupid, right? you don’t like her like that. you can’t like her like that. you don't do jealousy, especially not when she's not even yours to begin with. but there's something about her relationship with this guy, whoever he is, that bothers you.

maybe it's because she never talks about him.

maybe it's because this whole thing feels oddly similar to what happened with—

no.

it's not the same.

minjeong isn't like her.

you just can't figure out why you feel so uneasy about this.

one night, you bring it up again, casually, like it’s just another question. “so… how’s your boyfriend?”

minjeong hesitates.

and that’s the first sign that something’s off.

she exhales softly, pushing a hand through her hair. “if i tell you, can you not ask any more questions?”

you blink. “uh. sure?”

she sits up, meeting your gaze. “i don’t actually have a boyfriend.”

you frown. “what?”

“i just say that so people don’t try to date me.” she shrugs, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “it makes things easier.”

you don’t know what to say.

because on one hand, you’re relieved.

and on the other—

you don’t even know why you’re relieved.

you don't understand the feeling settling in your chest, the urge to reach out and take her hand. because what does it matter if she's single? it's not like you're interested. right?

one afternoon, the two of you are walking around campus when it starts to rain.

at first, you're both laughing, caught off guard by the sudden downpour. but then minjeong reaches out, her fingers curling around yours, and suddenly—you can't breathe.

she tugs on your hand, her smile bright. "come on. we can wait it out under those trees."

you nod, letting her pull you along.

the trees are large, their branches heavy with leaves, providing enough shelter from the rain. minjeong releases your hand, sitting down in the grass, and you follow suit.

there's a beat of silence.

"you're quiet," she says, nudging your knee with hers. "something wrong?"

you shake your head, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing. "no, i'm just… tired."

"oh." she studies you, her brow furrowed. "well, if there's anything—"

"i'm fine, min." you offer her a small smile, hoping it's enough. "thanks."

she hesitates, and for a moment, you think she's going to push. but then she sighs, leaning back on her hands. "if you say so."

and that's the thing.

she gets you.

she knows when to push and when to back off. she knows what you need without you having to ask. she knows how to make you smile, how to make you laugh, and how to make you forget about everything else.

forget about…jimin.

it’s been months since you last heard from jimin.

you weren’t expecting to, not really. the last time you saw her, things ended in a way that felt unfinished—like a story that cut off mid-sentence.

but then, out of nowhere, a message pops up on your phone.

can you visit during spring break? they still giive you those, right?

you stare at it for too long.

you shouldn’t go.

you should ignore it.

but you don’t.

instead, you agree, telling yourself it won't be weird.

it's just a visit.

how bad could it be?

jimin’s apartment is the same as you remember—warm, inviting, smelling faintly of vanilla and something you can’t place.

she looks the same, too.

and that’s the problem.

because she’s standing there, smiling at you like no time has passed, like she didn’t completely wreck you before you left.

“wow,” she says, closing the door behind you. “you look good.”

your chest tightens. “you too.”

dinner is weirdly intimate.

soft music plays in the background. the lights are dimmed just enough to feel cozy. the food is homemade, and she remembers all your favorites.

you talk about old memories, about late-night walks and dumb jokes, about the times when everything was simpler.

and then—

then she’s looking at you like that.

like she used to.

like she never stopped.

and suddenly, you’re too close.

her fingers brush yours, lingering. your breath catches.

the space between you shrinks, and before you can think, before you can remind yourself why this is a bad idea—

she kisses you.

and for a second, you let her.

for a second, you forget about everything else.

but then—

reality crashes back.

she still has a boyfriend.

you pull away.

“i can’t do this.” your voice is barely above a whisper, strained.

she blinks, like she just realized what happened. “i—”

you shake your head, stepping back. “i have to go.”

you don’t wait for her to respond.

you just leave.

that night, you lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, guilt gnawing at your chest.

not because of jimin.

but because of minjeong.

as spring break ends and you return to campus, you find yourself spending more time with minjeong.

she invites you to her favorite places. she shows you all her secret spots, her favorite coffee shop, and the best bookstore downtown.

it's nice.

easy.

fun.

the tension is gone.

and it stays gone.

until the day she kisses you.

it's not planned.

in fact, it's the last thing you expect.

the two of you are in your dorm, finishing up a project, and the mood is light. she's sitting next to you, close enough that her shoulder brushes yours as she reaches over to show you something on the laptop screen.

her breath fans across your neck, and without thinking, you turn to look at her.

and that's when it happens.

she freezes, her eyes widening.

a beat of silence.

you hold her gaze, daring her to make a move.

she does.

it's a soft kiss, hesitant. her lips barely graze yours, and for a moment, you think that's it.

but then she's kissing you again, and this time it's different.

this time it's deeper.

and before you can stop yourself, you're kissing her back.

her fingers slide into your hair, tugging lightly, and you lose track of everything else.

you and minjeong spend more time together.

of course, the two of you were always close, but now there's a new element. a new layer to the dynamic that wasn't there before.

you still hang out with the rest of the group, still laugh and talk and joke around, but when it's just the two of you…

there's something else.

something different.

something electric.

you fall into a routine.

you wake up, get ready for class, and meet her in the dining hall for breakfast. you text throughout the day, sharing stupid memes or random thoughts. sometimes, you sit next to her in class, stealing glances and hiding smiles. after, you grab lunch and walk around campus, talking about anything and everything. then, after dinner, you go to your dorm and watch a movie or play video games until you can't keep your eyes open anymore.

and at night, when it's dark, and the world is quiet, and it feels like nothing else matters—

you kiss her.

sometimes it's soft, just a gentle press of lips.

other times, it's heated, fueled by want and need and something deeper.

you never talk about it.

you don't have to.

it just works.

but then, one night, after a late-night make-out session, you're lying there, breathing heavily, and your phone rings—

jimin.

you hesitate.

should you answer?

no, of course not.

but part of you wants to. part of you misses her, even after everything. and the rational part of you knows that if you don't answer, it'll just be harder later. so, with a sigh, you sit up, accepting the call.

"hey."

"hi." her voice is soft, tentative. "how are you?"

"fine. busy." you shift, running a hand through your hair. "what's up?"

she's silent for a moment.

and then, carefully—

"i know it's been a while since we last spoke."

you swallow, the memory of her lips on yours, her hands in your hair, her skin pressed against yours—it comes rushing back. "yeah."

"and i just wanted to say i'm sorry."

you exhale. "for what?"

"for being an asshole."

a soft chuckle escapes your lips.

"and i'm sorry for kissing you," she continues. "i know it was selfish."

you pause.

it's not what you were expecting.

"it's okay," you finally say.

"really?"

"yeah. it's…it's fine. it's in the past."

there's a long pause.

"are we okay?" she asks.

your throat tightens.

is it too soon?

maybe.

but maybe not.

"yeah," you say. "we're okay."

"promise?"

you nod, even though she can't see it. "promise."

and that's the thing about promises.

you can't break them.

especially when you're the one who made them.

"so…before you left. i actually wanted to tell you something."

you adjust the phone closer to your ear, curiosity getting the better of you. "yeah?"

"i'm coming to your university."

what?

"what?"

"i put in my application a while ago, and i just got in."

you don't know how to feel. on one hand, this is what you would've wanted. wanted. but now…

you don't know what it means.

for you.

for minjeong.

for the two of you.

your heart stops. "i—wow. that's great."

"i know it's sudden, but i didn't want to tell you until i knew for sure." she pauses, taking a breath. "i missed you, you know?"

you don't know how to respond.

"anyway, i should go." there's a smile in her voice. "but i'll see you soon."

"right."

the call ends.

you stare at the phone.

what just happened?

minjeong finds you in the dining hall.

you're sitting at your usual table, picking at your food, your mind still racing.

she slides into the seat next to you, nudging your shoulder with hers. "hey. you okay?"

"fine."

"you sure? you seem a little…off."

"it's nothing."

"mm-hmm." she takes a bite of her food, watching you carefully. "if you say so."

you try to shake it off.

you try to forget about it.

but the whole time, you're wondering.

when will she get here?

will it be awkward?

will she act like nothing happened?

will she expect things to go back to how they were before?

will she expect you to wait for her?

minjeong distracts you.

she knows something's up, but she doesn't ask. instead, she shows up with snacks, forces you to play video games with her, and distracts you with kisses. and it works.

and then—just when things feel solid again, just when you think this might actually be something—

jimin shows up.

you don’t see her at first.

you’re too caught up in minjeong.

it’s late, and you’re outside, sitting on the campus benches, laughing about something dumb. the kind of laugh that makes your stomach hurt, the kind of laugh that you only do around people you really like. and you are—you like minjeong. a lot.

minjeong wipes at her eyes, still smiling. “i can’t believe you actually—”

she stops.

her expression shifts.

you turn.

and there, standing a few feet away—

jimin.

your heart stops.

minjeong stiffens next to you, her smile fading.

the air between you is thick with tension.

no one says anything.

you don't know how long you sit there, staring at her, your mind racing. you don't know what to say. how to explain. how to fix this.

you feel like the world has turned upside down, like the ground is shifting under your feet. you look at her, and all you can think about is that night. her hands in your hair. her lips on yours. the way she felt, pressed against you, soft and warm and—

minjeong breaks the silence.

and that's when you notice.

jimin's and minjeong’s eyes are locked. they're not worried about you. they don't care that you're there or that you're watching. they don't even acknowledge you. they just stare at each other.

you frown. "do you two know each other?"

neither of them answers.

you glance between them, your stomach twisting. "what's going on?"

minjeong shakes her head, tearing her gaze away.

"y/n…this is my…"

the words die on her lips.

your heart stops. "your what?"

"my girlfriend."

for a moment, you swear time stops.

you look at her, waiting for the punchline, for some sort of sign that this is a joke. but she doesn't smile, doesn't laugh, doesn't even blink.

like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

and then, slowly, it dawns on you.

she never had a boyfriend.

she lied.

because this whole time—

it was her.

jimin.

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nor-ay · 5 months ago

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Unrequited Love - Part Two

Pure Vanilla Cookie has always had more questions than answers. No matter how hard he tries, once he finds an answer, another doubt will surface in his mind. And that usually motivates him to keep going, but right now he isn’t sure if you want to answer his questions.

He has noticed how your mind has been wandering somewhere far away from them, from him. The way you don’t look at White Lily Cookie in the eye and seem to avoid eye contact with him as much as possible. Pure Vanilla reasons that you are upset; that much is known.

GingerBrave is worried about you; he told him how he found you troubled in the middle of the night. And he told him to keep this to himself to not worry everyone else, reassuring him that he would talk to you. But a part of him is a bit reluctant to do so, especially now that you’re all going to The Spire Of All Knowledge, to annoy you even more.

…

Apple Fairy Cookie has kindly led you all to an inn in the middle of the woods. She doesn’t give you a good feeling, you think. You figure that it’s her high-pitched voice or the way that it’s really obvious how she’s scheming something, and you’re uneasy. So you abruptly get up to go outside, praying that nobody calls you out on it.

“[name] Cookie? Is everything…” White Lily Cookie seems to think for a brief moment. “I mean, are you going somewhere? Would you like company?”

You appreciate the effort she puts into trying to act as if you’re friends. And that, strangely enough, makes you a bit more frustrated, so you hide your hands behind you and feel how your fingernails dig into your palms. “I’ll be just outside; please don’t worry, and… I—I don’t need company.” So you get out of the inn and walk for a bit, not too far away, but far enough so that you’re alone.

Fresh air always calms you down, so you sit down on the floor and close your eyes while hugging your knees, to comfort yourself for a while. A minute or two passes, and you feel something poking at your leg. Startled, you speak before comprehending that facing you is not a Cookie but a cute blue rag doll. “What do you—who? Uh…” You’re not sure of what to do, and before you can question its provenance, its little hands offer you an alluring and stunning gem hair clip—blue as well. You notice how the doll has a ringmaster suit and a jester hat that reminds you of him.

“Oh my…Is this for me?” The little doll nods profusely. “… Thank you, but… I don’t have anything I can give you in return, you know that, right?” It doesn’t seem to matter because the blue rag doll puts the hair clip in your hands and bows dramatically like a host of some sort before disappearing.

“…”

“[Name] Cookie!!” You hear your name being called, and GingerBrave is happily waving at you. “Come on, we’re going to the tower! Time for an adventure.” A smile makes its way into your face, and it feels the most genuine for the first time in a long time. As you walk towards the group, you put on the beautiful hair clip. Not realizing who could have made it reach you, or rather, not caring anymore.

Apple Faerie Cookie squeals when she sees the ornament placed on your hair. “So pretty!! How did you get it, [Name] Cookie?”

“Oh, this? A kind villager gifted me this hair clip. The nicest Cookie I’ve ever met, I must say.” You lie, and almost miss the smug smirk that appears on Apple Faerie Cookie’s face. “But enough of that! We have a place to explore, isn’t that right, Pure Vanilla Cookie?”

“R-Right, well, shall we get going now?” Pure Vanilla answers, though he seems a bit fixated on the blue gem decorating your hair. In the background, you hear GingerBrave, Strawberry, and Wizard Cookie expressing their eagerness to learn as much as possible.

While you all continue on the path that Apple Faerie Cookie leads, a feeling of contentment fills your heart, and you find yourself waiting for something to happen. All while White Lily Cookie observes how the ornament on your head starts shining even more brightly every time you all get closer to the tower.

Thank you all for reading!! And for the support on my first fic ever. I’ve written this inspired by the last episode of Beast-Yeast, so if you want to understand this a bit better you should play it! So, there won't be a part 3 but I do have some ideas for some drabbles.

Chapter 3 - Part 1

#shadow milk cookie x reader #no use of y/n #crk x you #crk x reader #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk x reader #unrequited love story

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moonlit-imagines · 5 months ago

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Burrs

Lucy Chen x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Lucy chen x reader. R was in the same rookie class as Lucy. The two of them had always been close. R is now a detective, and they both have buried feeling for each other, which comes to light after r nearly dies on a raid or something. (Oneshot/fic. Is this the right way to request?)”

While Lucy longed to be where you were—a detective with a long list of recommendations and a near-perfect score on your exam—she admired you for so many different reasons.

You two met in the academy and became instant friends, she was so proud of how far you’d come and jealously didn’t cross either of your minds when you got your promotion. What often crossed her mind was the question: why hadn’t she asked you out yet? There wasn’t any good excuse—maybe the whole “not wanting to ruin your friendship,” but that’s a lazy cliché.

You felt the same way, but you were too focused on your career to think of jeopardizing it by asking out your favorite coworker. You settled for drinks with friends and group meals, the occasional hangout at each other’s houses, and light flirting when you could sneak it in. And you always encouraged her to work to get the promotion she wanted and should have. Matter of fact—you tried to put in a good word every time you could organically slip it in.

Now, every once in a while you get lucky enough to have her on one of your assignments and she’d been a critical asset on your most recent case. This drug and weapon operation was going down and she was right behind you when you and the rest of the department went to raid the base of operations.

“Got it?” Lucy asked you as you restrapped your bulletproof vest three times and counting off to the side in the locker room. It was a bit embarrassing to struggle with it in front of other officers.

“Yeah, hang on. Do you mind reaching up the back of my shirt? I think there’s something stuck in there. I have like a little poking feeling.” You chuckled at your own request and her face lit up in amusement. She loosened the vest a bit to stick her hand up and burst into laughter. “What? What is it?!”

“It’s a burr.” She pulled the small sand burr from your clothes and you quickly strapped your vest before taking a look at the little guy.

“Wow…” You snagged it to look a little closer. “Thanks for the very intimate assist.”

“Happy to help.” She winked. “Ready to go now?”

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You led the team around the warehouse and halted with a hand signal, waiting for the moment to push on. Proceeding, you made it to the front door and before you even had a moment to check the door, bullets came flying through and three made contact, knocking you straight to the ground.

“Fall back! Fall back!” Bradford shouted to the rest of the team as Lucy jumped into action, grabbing you by the shoulders and trying to drag you from the action. “Chen! Lift on three!” Bradford came to assist to get you out of there as soon as possible.

The hits were two in the arm and one in the hip, along with a few shots to the vest. “Good thing you helped me get this thing on right.” You weakly joked, sight pulsing black as you lost blood.

“You’re gonna be fine, y/n. We have RA en route, they’re gonna take care of you.” Tim assured you, as if you were even listening. It was more of a comfort to Lucy, but all your comfort came from looking at Lucy and how she was so worried for you. She had your shoulders still, while Tim had you by your ankles.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine…” You kept repeating, trying to ignore the pain from your wounds. They felt hot and sharp. “I have burrs in me.” You muttered.

“What?” Tim asked. “What is y/n saying?”

“Burrs…I picked one off of their back earlier.” Lucy explained.

“Stabbing pain.” Tim understood what you meant. “Hang in there, I can hear the RA now.” The sirens faded from your senses as you lost consciousness.

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The bright lights of the hospital room and LA sunshine blinded you once you regained consciousness. “Too bright.” You groaned, covering your eyes, assuming someone might be in the room with you.

“Oh! Okay, hang on.” You heard a woman’s familiar voice and felt the room dim behind your eyelids. The blinds closed and the lights flicked off. “Okay, better?” Your eyes peeled open and Lucy stood in front of you with a bouquet of flowers. “I remember you mentioning you liked these.” You weakly smiled, reaching for her hand.

“Give me the rundown.” You requested and she obliged.

“You got a blood transfusion, a minor surgery to get the bullet out of your pelvis—no major damage—and some stitched. And you have some serious bruises on your torso from the impact on your vest.” Lucy explained, setting the flowers aside. “And I was really worried about you. You’d been out for almost twenty-four hours.”

“That’s rookie numbers.” You squeezed her hand. “What about the raid?”

“Tipped off the crew, we might be back at square one. I wouldn’t worry about that right now.” Lucy reached for your cheek. “Y/N, I thought I was going to lose you before I could tell you how I felt.”

“I already knew.” You teased.

“I guess that’s why you’re the detective.” She giggled, kissing you on the forehead. “Hope that was okay.”

“Oh, it’s welcome.” You assured her. “If I had more strength and less stitches, I’d lean forward to give you something more meaningful.”

“Eh, you can save it for the date.” She then pulled out a box of chocolates with an embarrassed-yet-proud look.

“Oh! Now there’s a date. I guess I can’t say ‘no’ since you brought me these.” You joked with her, flirting feeling much more real than it did at the academy. “Once I can sit up on my own, you’ve got yourself a date. Now, can you get a nurse so I can see when the hell they’re gonna let me out? I hate hospitals.”

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#lucy chen #lucy chen x reader #lucy chen imagine #the rookie #the rookie x reader #the rookie imagine

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choerrysjubiles · 2 months ago

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Birthday Wishes

Pairing: Sungchan x fem!reader x Eunseok

Warning: smut! tag teaming, face sitting, spit roast hehe, both are possessive over reader, unprotected sex, backshots bc those r epic

Wc: 3.5k

A/n: happy birthday to me!! (it was yesterday :p) here’s a present from me to you :]

Sungchan was quick to snap the paper birthday hat on your head, you felt the tiniest sting along your jaw as he let it cling to you. Another friend of yours was walking from your kitchen to where you and your friends were sitting in the living room.

The candles illuminated your apartment as you sat, bordering on laughing as your friends continued singing to you. With the cake sat in front of you, you thought of a wish before blowing out the candles. As your friends turn the lights back on, you all began cutting of the cake.

“Are you having a good birthday?” Eunseok asked.

You laughed, “Of course I am, you all did so much for me.”

As you all ate and finished your slices of cake, your friends put on some movies to watch, relaxing after your day of activities. You were exhausted from going to cafes and restaurants, hopping from one friend’s place to the other, collecting gifts they wanted to give and hearing their reasoning for not coming to your party.

While today was your birthday, you planned another dinner with the friends who couldn’t make it.

Slowly your friends departed, being well into midnight, they helped clean and said their goodbyes before driving home. You, Sungchan, and Eunseok were left.

You three were the closest among all of your friends, being a tight group in high school and still throughout your individual careers. You loved all of your friends, but those two were there with you through thick and thin. No matter how much or how little time has passed between meeting up or talking, it always felt natural and easy.

“Everyone’s gone?” Sungchan asked.

“Yeah,” You replied, “last person left ten minutes ago.”

“And now it’s time for your last present.” Eunseok smiled.

Eunseok shuffled the three of you into your bedroom, you almost forgot about this.

Sungchan had the idea of you three having sex when you briefly mentioned not dating people. And who could blame you, a lot of people weren’t interested in more long term relationships. But when he heard this, Sungchan made the connection of you not getting laid. This wouldn’t worry him if he didn’t know your lack of relationships since high school.

“Well if no guy is good enough for you, then we should be.”

And Sungchan devised the plan for the three of you to have sex. It took some warming up to the idea, the farthest any of you have ever gone with each other is kissing and that took some time, as well.

“Stop overthinking, y/n, we’re safe.” Sungchan chuckled, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

Eunseok, on the other side, “Far safer than some guy you could meet at a bar.”

Both kissed along your cheekbones to jawline, moving you onto your bed as they moved closer towards your lips. Sungchan held onto the base of your skull, pressing a firm kiss onto your lips before pulling away for Eunseok to do the same.

Soon, they were both pressed against your mouth, yours gaped open as you needed more breath from them. Sungchan’s tongue darted out, licking across your lips before swiping into your mouth. Eunseok followed. Both men took turns licking and sucking onto your tongue as they leaned you down onto your bed.

This felt so different, having two men at once, let alone them being your closest friends. You felt your core continue tightening, your panties beginning to soil as they continued.

Eunseok began kissing down your neck, slowly removing your dress straps and kissing further down your breasts. Sungchan leaned down, following Eunseok’s actions as his arm wrapped around you, feeling for your dress’s zipper to undo. Sungchan pushed your dress off of your body, pulling it down your hips and legs before latching onto your breast, pulling your bra down to lick along your soft skin.

You groaned as they both latched on, Eunseok on your right and Sungchan on your left. They disposed of your bra as they kissed and sucked along your nipples. Eunseok was gentle, softly caressing your skin and leaving light sucks onto your flesh while Sungchan was dragging his teeth along your skin, sucking hickeys along the top of your breasts as he pinched and tweaked your nipple. Your legs tightened, closing together as their larger bodies smushed your legs together. Your thighs flexing around your clit to stimulate yourself.

“Your tits are amazing.” Sungchan groaned, still sucking and biting.

“Can’t believe you hid them from us.” Eunseok latched back onto your nipple, letting his tongue lap at it as his hand moved down to your clothed core.

His hand moved your legs open, exposing your heat to the cold draft of your room. You whine as the sensation, Sungchan is quick to slow Eunseok down.

“Who’s gonna eat her out first?”

“Did you want to?”

“You were her first kiss, weren’t you.”

Eunseok laughed at him, “Yeah sure, you can do this first.”

Eunseok moved to sit behind you, your legs closing in as Sungchan sat in front of you.

“C’mon, no need to be shy now, y/n.” Sungchan commented.

He laid his hands on your hips, playing with the hem of your panties.

“Can I eat you out?”

You nodded.

“No, you gotta use your words.” Eunseok spoke right against your ear.

You didn’t think your face could feel hotter than it did now.

“You can eat me out, Sungchan.”

“Good girl.” Eunseok praised.

Eunseok grabbed your arms, holding them straight before pulling them behind his head. As he did that Sungchan pulled your panties down, reveling in the trail of slick you were dripping onto them.

Your thighs closed again, embarrassed from how exposed you were now. Sungchan lifted your soiled panties to show Eunseok.

“And all we’ve done is kiss a little.” Sungchan smirked before prying your thighs open.

Eunseok wrapped his legs over yours, keeping them open as Sungchan leaned into your core. His fingers traced up and down your folds, smearing your arousal and taking in the sight for as long as he could. Leaning in, Sungchan took a wide lick upwards. You felt your hips buck upwards, a whine escaping you as Eunseok held you in place.

“He’s barely done anything and you’re already so jumpy.” Eunseok kissed the top of your head.

Sungchan pulled away, your arousal spread across his mouth, “Imagine how any other guy would react, y/n. Some don’t even like eating girls out.”

He leaned back in, focusing more on your clit now, heavy licks almost crushing your clit into itself before flicking his tongue up and down the muscle. Your moaning slowly became high squeaks, so overwhelmed with his tongue you could barely register when you weren’t making noises.

One of Eunseok’s hands held your arms in place as the other trailed down to play with your breasts. Sungchan’s nose was bumping into your clit as he drank up your slick, this with the sharp jolts from Eunseok’s fingers, you were sure your orgasm was coming soon.

“Channie, I’m gonna cum.”

“So soon?” Eunseok asked.

“You gotta cum on my tongue, I need to taste you.”

He grabbed onto your hips and pulled you into his face. Your moans grew louder, feeling nothing except Sungchan’s tongue swipe cross your folds and both of Eunseok’s fingers playing with your breasts.

“Keep going.” You whined.

“We’re not stopping, babygirl.” Eunseok assured you.

You felt your abdomen tighten, Eunseok’s hands cupped your breasts, feeling the heat vibrate onto your skin as you came on Sungchan’s tongue. He continued lapping at your core, drinking every drop of cum you had.

Finally pulling away, he told Eunseok to eat you out.

“Again?” You asked.

“You’re too sweet, he’d gotta taste you.”

Sungchan held you up onto your knees, Eunseok slid between your thighs as Sungchan helped lower you onto his face. As Eunseok took his first swipe onto your core, you could hear him groan.

“Y/n, you’re so sweet.”

Your body shook at he continued lapping at your folds. Sungchan held you up, leaning you against his larger frame.

“Our pretty girl tasting so good, can you believe we’re the first ones to taste her?”

Eunseok slowly licked up, grinding his tongue onto your clit.

“And no other man can appreciate this pussy quite like us.”

You felt your core clench at his words. Your knees began feeling slippery from the build up of sweat.

Sungchan kissed along your cheek before moving to your lips. He drank in every moan and sigh you let out. You leaned against him, your eyes closed, only able to rock against Eunseok’s face as he brought you closer to your orgasm.

“Eunseok.” You moaned.

“You’re cumming, pretty girl?” Sungchan asked.

You nodded your head, feeling your hips rock faster against Eunseok as you froze in place. Your body tensed before relaxing with a loud “Oh,”

“That’s it, ride it out.” Sungchan said.

As Eunseok finished, he slide out from under you, letting you relax onto the bed. The two men begin shedding their clothing, you didn’t even notice how you were the only naked one until after your second orgasms.

Left in their briefs, Eunseok and Sungchan sat beside you on your bed. Their large hands massaging your shoulders as they asked how you want them.

“Did you want us to take turns, teach you anything?” Eunseok asked.

“I’ve never, uhm, you both can eat girls out but I’ve never learned how to give head.”

You felt incredibly embarrassed admitting this. Sure you and your friends have practice on things like popsicles or even a dildo, but actually pleasuring a man was far different.

Sungchan smiled, “Of course we can help you!”

“I’m starting.” Eunseok announced, giving Sungchan a look before moving places.

Sungchan now sat behind you, helping tuck your hair out of your face before Eunseok removed his underwear.

You looked away as his dick slapped against his stomach, surprised at how large he was.

“Don’t be scared, y/n, there’s something even larger behind you.” Sungchan whispered into your ear.

“What are you saying?” Eunseok asked.

“Nothing.” Sungchan giggled.

Eunseok was on his knees, letting you grab his length before beginning to jerk him.

“Not too tight.”

You adjusted as he guided you. Eunseok helped you relax your jaw before taking his tip into your mouth. Behind you, Sungchan was watching every movement, excited and interested in how well you could do.

You bobbed your head lightly, taking only two or so inches before bobbing back to his tip. Your hand was a little delayed, too focused on keeping your mouth open to remember to also stroke him.

“Keep going, you’re doing good.” Eunseok continued encouraging you.

“How far can you take him?” Sungchan asked.

The sudden question make you choke on Eunseok’s length. Pulling off, you caught your breath before sinking him further into your mouth.

“You don’t have to do too much, Sungchan just likes talking.”

You still took him as far as you could, surprised at how far he could reach.

“Hold there.” Sungchan said, watching you follow his directions.

“Wrap your lips tighter, suck around him before bobbing more.”

You did as he instructed, hollowing your cheeks before bobbing on Eunseok’s length. His hips thrusted lightly, your hands wrapping onto him before pulling off of him.

“You’re already a champ.” Sungchan praised.

Eunseok sat down, he was still hard but probably wanted to move on before you hurt yourself somehow.

“Are we at the sex part?” You asked.

“We’ve technically been having sex.” Sungchan commented.

“Penetration, I mean.”

“We can, only if you want to.” Eunseok said.

“I do, but who should start first?”

“Eunseok.” Sungchan answered.

“Oh?” You looked towards Sungchan.

“You can always take me later, but you need someone a little more comfortable.”

You three moved around, you laid on your back with Eunseok settling between your thighs. You laid diagonal on your bed as Sungchan sat beside your head. You pulled Sungchan closer to you, he shed his underwear as you slowly jerk his length. Your surprise at Sungchan’s size was a little delayed, your mind clouded with so much pleasure.

“Are you okay with me going in?” Eunseok asked.

“Yeah, you can.”

Sungchan pulls away from you, letting your attention move to Eunseok as he spread your arousal around your folds. Slowly, Eunseok pushed his tip into you, a surprising stretch as you tried relaxing your muscles. He continued pushing in a bit at a time, letting you adjust to him before halting. Your walls were fluttering around his length before he pushed all the way in.

Your breath left you, feeling unnaturally full as Eunseok stayed flush against you. As you tried distracting yourself, your attention moved to Sungchan. He moved closer to let you jerk him before letting Eunseok move.

Pulling out, Eunseok was slow and methodical, making sure to go as slowly as possible to not cause any discomfort. The more he did this, the better it felt.

“You can speed up.”

“Are you sure.”

“Yeah, it feels fine.”

Eunseok sped up, still slow but at a better tempo. Your hand was still occupied with Sungchan, you looked over at him, finally sinking in how large he was. His girth was too wide to wrap your hand around comfortably, he was well longer than Eunseok, too. Your eyes fixated on his happy trail, moving down to where your hand was stroking.

“Feeling good?” Sungchan asked, his hand moving down to rub your clit.

“Ah, yes, I feel good.” Your brows furrowed, feeling almost overwhelmed with pleasure.

“You feel so good around me.” Eunseok had to close his eyes, worried he’d cum too quick from the sight of you.

“Can you take me in your mouth?” Sungchan asked.

You nodded, leaning on your side as he pressed his tip towards your lips. Your mouth opened, wrapping your lips around his girth as you sucked onto his head. Your tongue stuck out to lick at the beads of precum.

“So good, baby.” Sungchan groaned.

Eunseok looked at the two of you, his hips moving faster into you. The way your cheeks hollowed around Sungchan, Eunseok couldn’t help but crash into you harder. His rhythm grew faster, Eunseok moved one hand from your hip to rub your clit as Sungchan moved his hand to your cheek.

You moaned around Sungchan, feeling your walls squeeze around Eunseok. Sungchan held onto your head, gently bobbing you onto his length as your hand held onto his thigh. The louder your moans became the faster Eunseok massaged your clit. His thumb rubbing tight circles onto the swollen muscle. His hips were pounding harder into you, trying to hold out for when your walls could milk him out.

Sungchan pulled out of your mouth, you fell back onto the mattress, feeling absorbed into the pleasure Eunseok was giving you. Your moans were echoing off the walls, both leaning down to kiss along your cheeks or shoulders as you felt your orgasm approach.

Moving Eunseok’s hand away, you rubbed your clit faster before feeling your walls clench around him. His hips bucked into yours, moving at a painful speed before pressing deep inside you. You could feel him twitch inside you as he came, too overwhelmed with Sungchan’s nipping at your neck to care about how much he came in you.

You felt something spill on you, looking down Sungchan’s cum shot onto your stomach. You weren’t sure how long it’d been there, maybe for a few minutes maybe just then.

Pulling out, both boys gave you a breather before continuing. Sungchan helped move you onto your knees, smearing the cum Eunseok shot in you around your folds.

“You came a lot.” Sungchan noted.

He bent you over, having your ass in the air as Sungchan aligned with your entrance.

“Are you too sensitive?” You asked Eunseok.

“No, I’m good.”

He scooted closer, letting your hand begin stroking his length as Sungchan teased your entrance with his tip.

Eunseok guided you onto his dick, helping push your hair away as you bobbed up and down. Feeling Sungchan stretch you out, you moaned around Eunseok.

“God, you’re tight.” Sungchan groaned.

He slowly pushed in a few inches before stopping, letting you occupy yourself with Eunseok. When your core would relax around him, Sungchan would push further in before needing to stop again. Finally sheathed inside you, Sungchan took a moment to catch his breath before slowly sliding out.

Eunseok helped you off of his length, your head rested on his thigh as your hand was stroking him.

“Too much?” Sungchan asked.

“No, just a lot.”

He had a wide grin before pushing back into you. You let out a long groan, feeling your walls tighten around Sungchan as he continued moving in and out. His hand moved towards your front, flicking at your clit. Every light brush made your hips push into him and a high moan escape your lips.

As soon as you got used to the stretch of Sungchan, his thrusts grew fast. One hand on your clit, the other gripping your hip, and his pelvis crashing against yours. Your body was being pushed forward every few thrusts from the strength Sungchan was using.

You wrapped your lips around Eunseok’s tip, mostly stroking him but sucking and kissing along his head. Your eyes fell shut as Sungchan stilled inside you, almost lifting your hips to have you feel every inch of him in you.

You felt Eunseok sink deeper into your mouth, holding your jaw open as drool spilled down his length and onto your hand that was massaging his base. The moans you were spilling out were muffled by your attempts at breathing between the tip of Eunseok’s dick tapping your throat.

Sungchan continued plowing into you, your thighs trembled as his fingers were almost grinding into your clit. Your brows furrowed at you felt that knot come and go within a minute. You barely felt that usual tightness, the strain of your abdominal muscles tensing before your climax already hit you.

“You came already?” Sungchan’s hips were bucking into yours at an almost painful speed.

His hips stilled, spilling his seed deep into you as your walls were still fluttering around him. He held you there, buried inside you as you slide off of Eunseok.

Your hand stroked up and down his length before he shot into your mouth. His cum was hot and salty on your tongue, spilling out of your lips when trying to swallow it up.

Pulling out, Sungchan saw how much cum was dripping out of your pussy.

“Come here.” Sungchan.

He let you flip over, relaxing onto your back as they both saw how much cum dripped out of you.

“You’re left-handed, right?”

Sungchan nodded before understanding.

“Y/n, babygirl you can take us, right? You still have some left in you?”

You shook your head, “I’m so tired.”

Eunseok stroked your thigh, thumb brushing against your clit as he moved to your hip.

“Your clit is still working, can we both finger you, just a little?”

You could barely think, overwhelmed by the amount of orgasms you’ve already had.

“Sure.”

“Thank you, baby.”

Both moved into place, Eunseok’s right hand over Sungchan’s larger left hand. Feeling two hands prod at your core was different, they both moved at different paces, almost overwhelming with trying to keep track of the both of them.

They both pushed in, feeling the amount of slick and cum coating your walls. Eunseok moved closer to you, his mouth latching onto your breast as Sungchan leaned into your core to lick at your clit.

Their hands thrusted at different times, barely moving together in unison. It was pleasureful but too much, with each of them latched onto different sensitive areas, you felt your legs fold together, already close.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whined, feeling the base of your skull grow hot and sweaty.

You noticed how much sweat was coating your body, a slippery layer that you never noticed while they were pleasuring you earlier.

“Already? You’re gonna cum around us?” Eunseok asked.

“Yes, please make me cum.”

Sungchan sped up, tongue grinding into your clit as his fingers were almost slipping out. Eunseok was still slowly moving in you, same with how his lips were gently sucking along your nipple.

Your hand moved to his scalp, as you came you gripped into his hair, holding onto his as your orgasm shook you. Your back arched, your throat felt dry and hurt. When they pulled out of you, your pussy throbbed and almost hurt.

“Look at you.” Sungchan gleamed.

“See how good we fucked you.” Eunseok kissed your shoulder.

“If I got fucked this good, I’d never look at another guy again.” Sungchan commented, scooping you into his arms.

“And two guys cleaning you up?”

“You don’t have to lift a finger, y/n.”

#riize smut #riize hard hours #riize hard thoughts #eunseok smut #sungchan smut #song eunseok smut #jung sungchan smut #sungchan hard hours #eunseok hard hours #jung sungchan hard hours #song eunseok hard hours #eunseok x reader #sungchan x reader #choerrys works

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littlelovelunette · 2 months ago

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i dunno if ur requests are opened or closed bc u said they’d close march 20th and it’s 19th so… feel free to ignore this !!

could you please make a fic of jinx finding a puppy hybrid, and six months into the friendship the hybrid is just a menace, like ripping apart silco’s clothes, messing with sevika’s stuff

but she’s never reprimanded or scolded for it, like she’s only ever getting a stern talking to because she WILL cry

anyway.. i love ur writing sm queen!!

"My Sweet Puppy."

Jinx x Puppygirl!Reader

fluff, r is a menace, jinx is so soft with her, mention of violence

When Jinx took you in, she was hesitant about telling Silco so she had to ensure you were well-hidden under a blanket as she carried you into the hideout.

She kicked the door to her room open and settled you down into the ground slowly. Jinx leaned back, "There ya' go, pup," she watched as you slowly clambered out of the blanket and started looking around.

You had curious, rounded big eyes. She knew you were just trying to analyse the surroundings in the room so she let you be at that.

"I have some things to get done, later we can go for a bath, okay?" Jinx ruffled your hair before she turned the music on high, and put her safety goggles on.

That's all it took really. The music blasting in the room was loud and the sound filled Jinx's ears to the point nothing else really mattered. She couldn't hear what was going on about the room as she worked on welding some metal.

You got up slowly and moved towards the door, ears pressed flat because of the loud music. Your tail curled underneath your skirt as you opened the door with a faint creak. You glanced to see Jinx who was still working, while moving about a little, vibing to the music.

You navigated through the halls of the hideout, slowly reaching closer and closer to the door that was left slightly ajar. As you peeked inside you saw a polished suit, the sunlight reflecting against the golden buttons and glinting. The shine of it caught your eye and the next thing you knew, you lunged.

"Jinx!" Sevika's deep voice yelled through the hideout but Jinx, too far down in her own world, didn't hear. She wasn't listening.

Sevika slammed the door open, turning the music off, "Jinx!" She said again, voice booming in the small room.

Jinx laughed, taking her goggles off, "That's meeee!" She turned in her chair to face her, breath hitching and eyes widening when she saw you being held up by Sevika by your collar.

"Let me go," you muttered weakly, trying to fight the taller woman off but she didn't budge.

Sevika raised a brow towards Jinx, jaw set tight. "She yours?"

She held you up like some sort of stray animal... That you once was before Jinx rescued you from the rainy Zaun streets. Sevika dropped you onto Jinx's open lap, you scrambled to catch balance but once you felt Jinx's manicured hand wrap around your waist, you relaxed.

"Yeah, she's mine," Jinx said, running a gentle hand down your hair. She scratched your ear, looking at your face as she tried to gauge your expression, "What's wrong, pup?" You cooed and whimpered, hiding your face in her chest, "See, you scared her." Jinx said pointedly.

"She practically tore down Silco's bedroom and you're saying I scolded he—" Sevika stopped mid-sentence, the audacity of the situation getting to her. She took a step back and rubbed a hand down her face, "Gosh. I can't with you sometimes. Most of the times."

"What do we do now?" Jinx asked, wrapping her arms around your shaky body.

"We?" Sevika groaned.

"Yes, we." Jinx sighed and bounced her leg under you, "Apologise, I guess." She mumbled, looking around her room as if thinking. "How bad is it?"

"Really bad." Sevika muttered.

It took a while that day, or maybe it just felt like a while because the anxiety was killing you deep inside. You watched as Jinx paced in her room trying to come up with a reasonable explanation why she took in a stray and why she didn't look after said stray as it's her responsibility. Your eyes filled with tears even though you weren't scolded. Yet.

You didn't mean to be sensitive about it but just thinking that Silco might force Jinx to kick you out was making you get teary-eyed. You were already so attached to Jinx.

"Oh, pup," Jinx reached her manicured hand so she could pet your hair. "I'll keep you, don't worry," she said soothingly as she tilted her head, stroking your hair.

You whimpered against her hand and leaned closer. Jinx's otherwise stone cold heart melted at that, you were just her sweet little puppy. How could you ever do anything wrong?

Maybe that was where she was soft...

Now, you were a complete and utter menace. You played around absolutely anywhere and everywhere but nobody could scold you for it because if they did you instantly hit them with the most adorable puppy eyed stare they'd ever witness. It's either that or you cried to Jinx who made sure whoever scolded you was beaten to a pulp or better yet blasted to bits.

Even when you tinkered with Sevika's mechanical arm whenever she'd be fast asleep by the couch of Silco's office, you'd get dragged to Jinx's room by a fuming Sevika. "Calm down," Jinx said in a lazy voice, grabbing you and settling you on her lap, "She's just a puppy. Don't let her push you around." She laughed. "Or what's the use of those...?" Jinx gestured to Sevika's muscular build.

Sevika rolled her eyes and grumbled about how if you did it again, she'd set you straight but you knew that wasn't true. It was always her anyway who fed you and made sure you were taking a good shower everyday. It wasn't just Sevika. It was Silco as well.

Although the man would never admit himself that he adored your company, he couldn't bring himself to be mad at you either whenever you clawed around his expensive furnitures and ripped his clothes to bits.

You were just a puppy. They couldn't scold you.

#arcane #jinx imagine #jinx is perfect #jinx lol #jinx #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #jinx league of legends #jinx lives #jinx supremacy #jinx x y/n #jinx x reader #jinx x you #jinx fanfic #jinx fluff

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lancerslover · 9 months ago

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Just Relax

pairing: young john f. kennedy/reader

summary: the summer before his graduate program at stanford, jack kennedy brings his new fiancée, president roosevelt's niece, out on a sailboat for some much-needed alone time.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: 18+, smut, some swearing, mildly dubious consent

taglist: @raspberryknees @saturns-flowers @vlyofthedolls @fortheloveofjos @h-l-vlovesvintage @astro-vibes-bro @neverellaxx7 @maudesgf @southernpopprincess @melancholicstation @secretwonderlandcheesecake @kennediva

a/n: first of all, thank you as always to @vintagedebutante for the beautiful moodboard photos!

this fic’s based on a request i got a while ago for jack to be in an arranged kind of marriage with another socialite! i know it's short 😫 but i'm planning on posting another fic in the next few weeks. i hope you all enjoy this one!!

You’re watching Jack Kennedy sail his boat—how his flexing muscles shimmer like knots of cinnamon in the white sun, the way his golden-red hair ruffles around his ears in the fresh late-morning wind, the way his face glows pink from exertion and every few minutes he’ll mutter something like, “Easy now, just like that, there we are” while easing the long wooden tiller back and forth—when, suddenly, the boat rolls over a particularly big wave and you start slipping from your perch at the edge of the deck.

But before you even know what’s happening, Jack’s long, heroic arm comes swooping across your waist to yank you back to safety just as you’re about to tip overboard.

“I‘ve got you, I’ve got you.” You feel his voice, urgent but still self-assuredly calm, on your neck. Then you feel his hot, furry thighs as you stumble back—or what’s more likely is that he’s purposely pulling you—into his lap.

A quiet groan escapes you. This is the last thing you need. The whole reason you left the cockpit to go sit at the far edge of the boat in the first place was to try and put some distance between yourself and him.

“Are you alright?” he asks then, scorching you with one of those slow, coaxing smiles as he looms over you.

“I’m fine,” you say, and you realize from the sound of your voice that you’re a little breathless—but whether that’s from the aftershock of almost falling or the jittery thrill of being pressed against him, you aren’t entirely sure.

This little voyage at sea is the longest you two have ever been completely alone together. Sure, you’ve been technically alone for hours in places like the cinema hall or a restaurant on all of those ridiculous “dates” your families would send the two of you on so you could be photographed together before they announced your engagement, but this is different. You’re truly alone, without another soul in sight.

Normally when you two find yourselves truly alone like this, it’s only for a few minutes while Jack drives you home from one of those “dates,” and it doesn’t take long before neither of you can handle the tension any longer and he’s pulling over and unbuttoning your blouse. And you’re pretty sure he was envisioning something along those lines when he invited you and you alone out onto his boat the second his family’s breakfast picnic ended.

Of course, you’re envisioning that, too. How could you not? For almost a half-hour now, you’ve been forced to watch him in all his masculine glory, commanding the sea against the backdrop of the shiny Kennedy mansion on the horizon and the flapping American flag on their beachside lawn. It’s stunning, the way Jack looks like the total embodiment of the youthful, all-American manhood that he and his brothers symbolize to so many. And the fact that he just rescued you certainly isn’t making matters any easier—because what you also can’t help but envision is the scandalous story that would smear across the society column of every major newspaper if an innocent, neighborly passerby boat happened to catch you and Jack with your hands all over each other in public, before you were married, no less. Your reputation would be in ruins. Your mother genuinely might never speak to you again.

The entire world, it sometimes seems, has been involved in every last little day-to-day moment of your courtship with Jack ever since your families first formally introduced you at a dinner party over a year ago now. But that’s the whole point, you suppose, behind two of the most famous families in America betrothing their children to each other. And now that, as of last month, you and Jack are officially engaged, the country waits with bated breath for the union between the handsome Kennedy celebrity—who, come autumn, will be galavanting off for his glamorous first semester as a graduate student at Stanford, where he’ll likely mingle among a swath of California’s finest singers and matinee idols—and you. If anyone asked, you would say that the most notable thing about you is that you’ve just finished your freshman year at Radcliffe College. A few years ago, you were dubbed “President Roosevelt’s favorite niece” by the New York Times, but in all honesty, you don’t actually have any reason to believe that your uncle prefers you over any of your cousins.

But still, under no circumstances, you tell yourself, will you let Jack make any sort of move on you out here on this boat. At least one of you needs to have your priorities straight.

“I told you not to sit up there, didn’t I?” Jack is saying when you snap out of your thoughts, tilting his chin toward the edge of the deck where, moments ago, you were peacefully sitting. “Remember this next time you decide not to listen to me.”

You can’t help but crane your neck back to try and study his face for some hint as to what he’s really feeling behind all the sarcasm. Does he pity you for almost tumbling overboard? Or does he think this whole situation is just plain funny? Though either one would be sufficiently humiliating, you’re sort of hoping that, whatever he’s thinking, it’s now distracting him from any dirty thoughts.

But, alas, he’s wearing his big, circular sunglasses, so it’s really no use trying to read him. Unlike the rest of his features, his eyes are always so full of soul and emotion, and whenever you can’t see them, he suddenly becomes so distant, like a calculating secret agent who’s completely anonymous to everyone he keeps tabs on yet somehow knows all of their darkest secrets.

Your spine tightens then when you hear the faint chug of another boat cruising by, but thankfully, when you turn to look, you realize it’s not coming close enough for anyone on board to see you in Jack’s lap. Nevertheless, you twist out of Jack’s arms, landing with a soft thud beside him on the wooden bench.

Jack chuckles then, a deep, slightly dark sound. You blow your bangs out of your eyes, trying your best to seem nonchalant while sparks go off inside of you at the sound of his laugh.

“Why’d you wanna sit so far from me, anyway, huh?” he asks, sidling closer simply because he knows perfectly well that you don’t want him to.

The sharp contrast between his dark glasses and the bright, sun-reflecting tape across the freckled bridge of his nose is suddenly making your eyes burn, and you stare down at your sandals. You start to open your mouth to remind him that now isn’t the time or place to do whatever he’s thinking of doing—but your voice dries out in your throat as he places his hand on your thigh and gives it a soft, playful squeeze. Oh, boy, you think. Here we go.

“What’s wrong?” Jack murmurs with exaggerated concern, an electric sound that’s followed immediately by the dangerous, hair-raising sizzle of his lips on your exposed neck. You suck in a sharp breath of air. “Afraid somebody’s gonna see us?”

He moves your hair to the side and kisses your neck again. And again. You know you should move away but the heat from his chest has welded your body to the bench beneath you.

When he speaks again, his voice is suddenly lower and quieter than before, like there’s something inside of him that he, too, is now trying to suppress, to wrangle into control.

“There’s no need to worry,” he says. “If there’s a photo of me bending you over the deck in The Post tomorrow, I’ll make sure none of the blame falls on you. I’ll say I grabbed you and you tried your best to get away but I just wouldn’t let you go.”

He chuckles again, and then, when you sense him suddenly pulling away, you can’t help but feel a clench of disappointment.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him reach up into the sails and bring the boat to a complete standstill in a whirlwind of brisk, whooshing movements. Then you’re being heaved onto his lap again, facing him this time, your knees thumping against the bench on either side of his legs.

You let out a small, shuddering laugh, pressing your hands to his chest. “Oh, come now, Kennedy,” you say. “As romantic as it sounds, we can’t actually—”

He cuts you off by popping open the button on your shorts.

You’re suppressing a grin as you try your best to push away from him, to squeeze your thighs closed. But his big hands close tightly around your hips, and in a sudden flash of riled-up aggression, he jolts you still with one sharp, warning movement. Almost immediately, you can feel bruises start to form under his fingertips, which makes your stomach somersault.

“Keep still, Y/N,” Jack groans between clenched teeth, the corners of his mouth fighting off a smirk. “Christ. You’re killing me.”

Left with no other choice, you settle back down into his lap, and you quickly realize exactly what he meant by “You’re killing me.” The inside of your thigh brushes against a bulge in his pants that, you can only assume, was created by the friction from all your inadvertent grinding against him.

A shaky gasp leaves your lips then as his long, knuckly finger slips inside your zipper. When that same finger starts to move in slow circles over your clit, your head falls back and you breathe “God dammit, Jack” to the sky.

“Listen,” Jack says into your skin while he kisses across the length of your collarbone, “I promise nobody’s gonna see us. We’re far enough out.”

He brings his free hand to cup your breast over your shirt, and your head tilts forward. Your forehead smushes against his, which, strangely, is kind of soothing. You take the opportunity to let out a deep breath.

“That’s it, kid,” Jack says, his teeth brushing against your lips. “Just relax.”

Into his mouth, you whisper the words, “I hate you.”

One of his eyebrows twitches up over his sunglasses. “Yeah?” he says, and he suddenly sounds even more feverishly out-of-breath than you are. “You hate me, huh?”

He laughs as his finger increases its pressure, and a wave of pleasure so intense you feel like you could vomit cracks through your body. So much for trying to relax. Your mouth falls open, and as you gasp his name, you notice his mouth going slack, too, as he watches yours. An odd, gratifying tingle shoots down your back.

He increases the pressure again. “How does that feel?” he asks, blinding you with the cocky glint of his teeth. When you don’t respond—because your deep-seated competitive side won’t give him the satisfaction—he closes your clit between his thumb and pointer finger in a gentle pinch.

You can’t do anything but groan as that watery pressure starts to reach a breaking point between your legs.

In a last-ditch attempt to gain some semblance of control over the situation, you shove those god-forsaken sunglasses up off his face and back into his thick tangle of hair. But his eyes are so bright and so full of what looks to be some sort of boyish, appreciative awe as he looks up at you that, once again, you’re rendered stunned and powerless. You’re briefly reminded of that old John Buchan quote you always felt described Jack perfectly: “He disliked emotion, not because he felt lightly, but because he felt deeply.”

“Soon,” Jack says then, as if he’s been waiting to say this until his sunglasses were off and he could truly look you in the eye, “we’ll have our own house and the rest of our lives to be alone every single day.”

The sun starts to melt out from behind a cloud, and Jack’s eyes crease adorably around the edges as he squints up at you. You aren’t quite sure how to respond to his uncharacteristically sentimental remark, but in the end, you don’t have to. You hit your climax right at that moment—you aren’t sure exactly why. But suddenly your whole body is trembling, and you’re gasping his name into his neck, sinking your teeth into his stubbly skin, digging your nails into his shoulders. You feel his throat vibrating as he groans along with you.

Just then, you hear another sailboat come putzing by—and this one sounds only a hundred or so feet away. Immediately, you’re ripped from the throes of ecstasy. You sit back up, heart jumping into your throat so fast you almost choke. You feel Jack tense up, too.

But then the man at the helm of the boat waves and shouts hello, and you feel Jack relax.

“Ah,” Jack says. “It’s just old Mr. Newman. He can’t see well. Completely harmless.”

“Are you kids behaving yourselves?” Mr. Newman shouts jovially across the glittering water.

“Always, Mr. Newman,” Jack says, pulling his hand out of your shorts to wave back.

thank you for reading!!

#john f kennedy #jfk #john f kennedy x reader #jfk x reader #jfk x you #the kennedys #john f kennedy fanfiction #americana #vintage americana #maria writes

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solar4seekstron · 7 months ago

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You?! Part 1

TfCyberverse!Soundwave x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x TfCyberverse!Rodimus Oneshot

Content: SFW, Rodimus is the first to try to get with reader, Rodimus and Soundwave were together once, Poly Relationship.

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

TW/Tags: Fluff, couple kissing scenes, Laserbeak has moms now at the end, Reader is being reader, cute moments between Rodimus and Reader, Soundwave loves robot waists, Oh my god guys have you seen Rodimus thighs?!?!

You were a part of the Autobots for a very long time. When the two sides came togetehr at last…In a way. You were there just to try to keep the peace. Trying to make sure not too much fights happen.

Everything stays that way for a while. While there was peace still.

You always noticed Rodimus giving you a small smile on his dermas when you’d drink at the bar or just passing by when doing your daily patrols.

Always making sure to wave to you and wanting to hang out.

You didn’t mind much. Same thing almost with Soundwave. At times in your usual dojo when practicing with your swords. Soundwave at times would pass by.

He does it so much you’re sure he’s doing it on purpose.

One day when at Alchemists Bar, you were having a nice chat as Rodimus made his way in. He always knew when you’d choose to come in. Which is usually on a Tuesday night.

You were chatting with Alchemist and drinking some energon. Rodimus made his way over. Feeling himself getting nervous as he stared as you. Your back to him.

He takes note of your frame, your smile, your optics and paint job. Primus why are you so pretty.

He thought to himself.

He met many bots. Mechs and femmes. He’s met them all but you. You are something else whenever he sees you. And tonight will be the night that he’ll take his chance!

Alchemist knew very well of Rodimus crush on you, he has been doing this job for a very long time.

So he placed some energon for Rodimus. Rodimus taking note as he got closer. The mech would walk away as you also took not f the energon.

You holding your own mug as your other arm leaning on the counter.

A small grin on your dermas as your optics narrowed down. Looking at your cup as Rodimus took his seat. You then spoke.

”So, you finally taking your chance Rodmius? Or you going to chicken out?”

You glance to him while he picked up his drink. Chuckling a bit as he looked at you then at the cup. His forearm on the counter as well.

”Thanks for being patient I suppose…..So how long?” You let out a soft chuckle.

”Since you didn’t let go of my cervo on the day we met R.” You take a sip of energon before turning your frame towards him.

He did the same. Physically gulped as his optics stared at you with drink in cervo still.

“I tell you what. If you can beat me in training combat then…I’ll go on one date with ya. So make sure you’re strong enough to defeat me. Hand in hand. Alright?”

You have stood up as you smiled down at him.

“See you around. Rodimus.” You then walked out of the bar. Rodimus stunted for a minute there.

Little did you both know. A certain bird was listening in the bar. And so a day later you waited in the dojo your sure owned. Having already comm to Rodimus of what time. And so you were training.

When you heard the doors open, you assumed it was Rodimus. “R you’re early. By 1 minutes it seems. Is there a rea-“

You stopped once you turned around. Seeing it’s Soundwave as he stood there is all his glory. “Ah Soundwave. Didn’t expect a former decepticon to ever step into my dojo of all places.”

He stays quiet for a moment before speaking. “Dojo is open to all Cybertronians and more. No matter what side. Is it not?” Damn he got you.

You let out a soft sigh as you fully face him. Rodimus was barely making his way to the dojo. He was pretty far. “You’re right there Soundwave…I suppose it’s not much of a deal. Is there an actual reason you’re here?”

He’d slowly nod before you. Getting closer until he finally stands infront of you. You’d have your cervos behind your back as you waited for him to speak. You were taken by surprise when he presssed his forhelm against yours. He did have to lean down a bit since he was taller.

He knew this is something you did during the war to show respect. Especially to comrades during the war.

His cervos placed on your waist as he spoke. Leaning his helm back a little. “I’m not much one to combat but I lived enough to be able to survive a war.”

”Soundwave.”

”Please just give me a chance to prove myself. Soundwave and Y/N Superior: Together.” You just stared at him. “Soundwave…I live by a code. If you can defeat me in some way.”

You both hear the door chime. Soundwave looking back. Both of your seeing it’’s Rodimus. “Hey Y/N Sorry that I’m a bit-“

”…………..”

”YOU?!” Both Rodimus and Soundwave said at the same time. Soundwaves cervos off your waist both clenching as he looks at Rodimus.

Rodimus getting closer as he spoke.

”What are you doing here. Were you spying on me again?” Rodimus pressed a digit at Soundwaves chest before Soundwave slapped it away.

”In your dreams Autoscum. I am here asking for a chance. Why are you here?”

“Guys please. Not in the dojo.” You two keep bickering as you stand there. Soundwaves arms crossed as Rodimus placed his own cervos on his hips. After a minute you’d stand inbetween him.

One cervo on each of the mechs chest as you then spoke. “Listen you two. The point here is to fight me if you want a “chance”. Not to have a spike measuring contest in front of the Sires memorial.” The three looking at the memorial of Yoketron who passed before the war.

Rodimus then spoke after letting out a sigh. “Sorry Y/N. We should get started then.”

He looked at Soundwave at the last part before walking deeper into the Dojo. You’d look at Soundwave before walking back following Rodimus. Soundwaves cervos clenched as he watched you two walk away.

He turned around. Making his way to the door. You and Rodimus both stretching your arms and neck as you looked at each other with a smile.

“You ready to show me what you got Rodimus?” Rodimus let out a soft chuckle before responding.

“You have no idea.”

He chuckled. You both then soon started at hand in hand combat. Rodimus mostly working with guns struggled a bit. Eventually you were able to get the upper hand.

Holding him down as you sat on his stomach and keep his cervo retraint and your chest pressed against his. The two of you staring at each other as he struggled to get up. “You’re pretty strong for a bot Y/N”

”When you have been trained for years by a former knight. You learn a thing or two when it comes to building your inner strength.”

Rodimus keeps struggling. Trying to think. He’d then get an idea and have a sly grin on his dermas.

You looked at him confused until he leaned up.

His dermas connecting with yours. His optics looking at you as yours are wide.

He realizes he has a chance and turns you both so he’s ontop. Once he was ontop, both cervos on the floor supporting him up before holding you down while still surprised.

You had a bit of trouble getting him off.

“You sneaky little bot. Always got that trick up your sleeve?” Rodimus chuckled.

”Just for you.” He keeps you held down.

After a few moments he kept you down. He does have the upper hand. And so eventually. Trying to not smile because of his grin. Eventually you gave up. How can you not when seeing a face like his. You’d sigh and stop struggling.

”I yield.” Rodimus sat up with his cervos up. “YES!!!!”

You let out a soft chuckle as he leans back down. Placing his cervos back on the floor as he looked down at you.

“So we together now?”

You’d shrug. Putting your cervos on you stomach as you stare up at him. “Sure. It’s been something that’s been waiting for millions of years.”

He lets out a nervous chuckle until you both finally kissed once more.

The kiss gentle and sweet. Both not noticing Soundwave watching before fully walking out. Closing the door quietly and gently.

After a few days you and Rodimus became Conjunx endura. Eventually he moved in to your apartment over your dojo. As you both had dinner he eventually told you how he and Soundwave were Conjunx. Which caught you by surprised. He was a bit sad about it. Appearently it was when the war ended.

The two talking about getting together. Something the two have been pining for since the two fought in battle millions of years ago.

But because the tension was still high. The relationship didn’t last long.

You’ll admit you have had feelings for the for a very long time. But you never had the guts before to ask other of the two out. And so after speaking to him. You both descided to go to Soundwave.

Who was currently feeding Laserbeak at his home while his other cassettes sleep. You both making your way to his door to speak to him.

When Soundwave opened his door he was taken aback once seeing you both.

He’d then sigh and try to close the door until you stopped it with your cervo. You then spoke to him and Rodmius joined in. Speaking as he places a cervo on Soundwaves shoulder.

”Come on Soundwave. Maybe there is a chance for the two of us now. Things actually have died down and Y/N here could be what we needed. Let them help us.”

Rodimus gently grabbed Soundwaves cervo as he stared at him. Then at you as you had your cervos placed together infront of you. “Soundwave. Maybe the three of us together can be what makes it better for the two of us to be together.”

Of course Soundwave lifted his helm up a bit. He seems to be deep in thought. You then are the one to take his cervo as he then looks at you.

“Come on. It couldn’t hurt. Could it?”

He looked at you and Rodimus back and forth before sighing. Before speaking.

”Offer: accepted.” You and Rodimus both chuckled and hugged him on both sides of his frame. He was a bit surprised but gently sets his cervos on your shoulders.

Sort of hugging back.

The three of you would then hear Laserbeak making bird noises. Soundwave was the only one to understand him.

Rodimus asked. “What he saying?”

Soundwave lets out a deep chuckle and spoke. His cervos now on both of your and Rodimus waist.

“He said. He’s not calling you two mom.” That caused you and Rodimus to chuckle before you would kiss one side of Soundwaves cheek and Rodimus kisses the others.

The three of you would stay together for a very, very long time.

Before y’all freak out in the comments because of that ONE episodes. Y/N will never let something like that happen. They will be able to stand up to tarn alongside Rodimus. Rodimus and Y/N being able to keep Soundwave from sacrificing himself.

I hope you guys were able to enjoy this. I know I did. lol.

As always a repost is appreciated and I hope to see you guys in the next one!

Hope you all have a good rest of your day!

#transformers cyberverse #tf cyberverse #cyberverse soundwave #cyberverse hot rod #cyberverse rodimus #cyberverse x reader #polyamory #x reader #transformers #transformers x reader

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calamaroo · 5 months ago

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Vegimals : Biology and Culture Of Sirens !! ====================

WHOOOOOOOO THE BABIESSSSS OOOOOO!!! Fair warning, this is gonna get long, lolll (also, I am praying this doesn't flop because I worked very hard on this and am super proud of it 😅)

THE VEGIMALS' BASICS:

The Vegimals, as we all know, are funky little fish-vegetable creatures adopted and raised by (mainly) Shellington, and of which there are many. According to the Wiki, there are 16 (not including Vegi-Bot), but for the purpose of simplicity (or not knowing), most people tend to stick to the main five: Tunip, Barrot, Tominnow, Codish, and Grouber

Personally, I believe they all exist, but for continuity reasons and simplicity, as stated previously, anything canon to my AU will only include the main five.

THE VEGIMALS' BIOLOGY (MY AU):

I have always had a fascination with monsters, cryptids, and mythology, but by far, my favorite genre of mythological/folkloric creatures are sea creatures; leviathans, mermaids, and for my Octonauts AU, ✨️sirens !✨️

My vegimals are sirens (the idea came from their humming/song in the show), more specifically Abyssal Sirens, the most aggressive, territorial, and dangerous type of siren due to the harsh conditions of their home/ecosystem. Why? Because I can use it for juicy D R A M A !!

[According to the speculative biology of my AU, there are sirens born and bred for each level of depth in the sea. Epipelagic (Sunlight), Mesopelagic (Twilight), Bathypelagic (Midnight), Abyssopelagic (The Abyss), & Hadalpelagic (The Trenches). Sirens are too complex a species to live in the Hadalpelagic, and resources are too slim for even them, a highly adaptable species.]

Anywho, much of the basic design parts of their biology are in the drawings, but not how they would live in a world, so here that is ! -------------

The Vegimals are amphibious, and therefore can breathe on both land and underwater, but in a more specialized way where they have gills specifically made for each place to get their oxygen from. Because of these specialized gills, they can spend as long as they'd like on either side, as long as their primarily "made-for-salt-water" skin is moisturized. It is a part of the daily care routine that Shellington has for them --- regardless of whether or not they have a mission that day, Shellington will take the Vegimals out to swim and rejuvenate their skin/scales for at least an hour a day. Another part of this routine is a daily scrub/grooming (cleaning) of their scales, although Shellington doesn't have to do much work anymore as the Vegimals get older and learn to groom themselves . . . Except for Tominnow, she's still too small to get that much needed deep clean. Both Shellington and Codish (who I headcanon is closer to her than the other vegimals) will help her out. ☺️

[ @animalsalvationassociation ] very you core moment, lovely 💋

They (sirens) are a species built perfectly for the hunt, using their highly advanced vocal cords and a pheromone secreted during the process of "singing" to lure in their prey. The Vegimals have a natural instinct to sing/hum when "catching" food, AKA, when they are cooking/baking. The Octopod is always filled with their chipper song when the time to eat rolls around.

But cal, the vegimals aren't man-eating monsters. What's that about? 🤔

Well, according to the speculative biology of my AU, and as stated before, sirens are very adaptable creatures and can alter their own genetic makeup in a matter of weeks. This is why the vegimals do not look or act very threatening, although those basic instincts are still in their little bodies deep down. Newborn sirens are extremely clingy, as they need to learn how to live through observation. They learned to be kind and helpful from their papa, Shellington, who is their primary caretaker, and the other Octonauts --- but will always have their base instincts, that's something they can't adapt out of. They just don't pose much of an issue in their day to . . . very often. 😈

Sirens, due to their adaptability, can function in both solitude and company. Young spend around a year together, learning from their mother. The vegimals never had any need to separate after maturity (they are roughly pre-teens at this point and are of that age in the present time of my AU) so they stuck together, continuing to follow the lead of their father figure . . . Aaaaand, their leader.

Leader? Who?

Why, Tunip, of course (along with Shellington and Barnacles, but more-so Tunip)! Sirens, when grouped together, form a hive-minded semi-hierarchical social structure, where the strongest and smartest of the group will act as the "queen bee." The leader of the group will make most of the decisions concerning shelter, food, and the safety of the group, but for anything else, it is a group effort.

Sirens are an omnivores species who will eat what all that is available to them. And that means everything is on the table. Think of them as the pigs, raccoons, or even the vultures of the ocean --- they will hunt, forage, or scavenge for what they need, and with keen senses like spectacular vision, smell, hearing, and speed, they are very good at providing for themselves, once they've learned to do so (and they learn quickly, so is the way of the ocean).

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That's all I can think of concerning the speculated biology of my AU's Vegimals, I hope you enjoyed my rant, fellow Octonauts-lovers!!~

I hope to one day make a post about the more personal details of my Vegimals, like personality and character relationships, but that will have to be another because this one is already too long XD

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Sorry to all that I mentioned if this is a bother to you, I just wanted to share my creation with people who like the stuff I like 🥺👉👈

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traveler-at-heart · 2 years ago

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Secrets

Summary: You try to keep your relationship a secret!

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

It was fun at first.

The thrill of sneaking around, secret glances, hidden touches. It had been quite a ride to get to where you were with Natasha, and knowing how the team could be, you both wanted to keep your relationship to yourselves, at least for a little while.

One of your secret spots were the stairs. With a building so big, it was natural that everyone took the elevator. It was the perfect place to meet the redhead and more often than not, the conversation progressed into an intense make out session that left you breathless.

“Is the elevator broken?” Steve asks as you come back from one of your little escapades. You jump at his presence, your mind still thinking about the feeling of Natasha’s lips on yours.

“Uh… no. It’s working just fine. I like to take the stairs to… exercise”

“That’s a nice idea. Maybe I’ll try it one of these days” he nods.

Cap and his obliviousness, sweet old man. He has no idea you’re all flushed for reasons that have nothing to do with coming up the steps.

Still, you think nothing of it. He was probably trying to be nice when he said it was a good idea. The next day, when you’re lost in Natasha, intoxicated by her supple lips and the way they move against your own, you miss the sound of heavy footsteps and an off key whistle.

“Crap” Natasha is the first to react, breaking apart. You turn to look down, Steve taking the steps two at a time.

Fit bastard.

“Morning!” he says, too happy for your liking.

“Oh, hi, we were just…”

“We?” he echoes, and you look around. No trace of Natasha.

“I mean, me. I was just taking a break. I think I’ll go back to taking the elevator”

“You sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, just a bit agitated. Nothing to worry, Cap”

Steve nods and smiles.

“I told everyone about your great idea. I think people will start using the stairs more”

“Oh, that’s just peachy”

Once again, he is oblivious to your actual feelings. After he’s gone, Natasha jumps from behind the staircase.

“Jesus, how did you manage to do that so quickly”

“Well, you always have to be ready for a quick escape, detka”

Natasha leans forward and pecks your lips, but before she can do anything else, you drag her back to the hallway.

“You heard Cap. Our secret spot is no longer secret”

—

So far, you haven’t found a decent replacement for the stairs, except for a supply closet. And by God, you are not that desperate.

As you cook dinner, Natasha comes up behind you, and you relax against her.

“I’ve missed you” she says against your shoulder, placing small kisses that tickle you.

“I missed you too, love”

A hand goes around your middle and she toys with the hem of your shirt, lips kissing your neck, and that sweet spot behind your earlobe that makes you shiver.

“Nat” you moan, and you don’t know if you want her to stop or keep going.

Yelena answers that for you as she steps inside, eyes widening. You draw blank, because honestly, how can you explain this?

Natasha takes matters into her own hands, literally, as she hugs you and pretends to do the Heimlich maneuver.

“She’s choking” Natasha says and Yelena scrambles around.

“Oh, my God, Y/N, please don’t die”

The redhead pretends to help you, squeezing your middle and you cough.

“I think I’m…”

Unfortunately, the blonde is too freaked out and pushes Natasha away, thinking she’s helping you.

As she presses against your sternum, you are suddenly out of breath and you swear you can feel your ribs cracking.

“Ok, I’m fine, Yelena, thanks” you break free of her hold, sure that your sides will be bruised next morning.

Yelena doesn’t let you cook anymore, so you end up with a dinner of mac and cheese, and Natasha’s sister sitting in the middle while you three watch tv.

“I’m sorry” Natasha says when her sister gets up to grab another soda.

“Just for the record, this isn’t the type of choking I had in mind”

—

“They’re gonna be here any minute” you say against Natasha’s shoulder.

“I know” she bites your neck and you sink further into her lap.

The Quinjet, out of all places is where you find some privacy. The rest of the team will join shortly, as you have a recon mission.

But you can’t keep your hands to yourself and you end up naked, straddling Natasha’s lap as she moves her fingers inside of you.

“God, you look so pretty like this” she says against your chest.

“Nat, more” you plead. It’s too much and too little at the same time. She listens, moving her hand faster and your hips match her pace.

“God. Yes” you collapse in her arms.

“Request to open gate” FRIDAY informs and you curse, because you want more than a second to catch your breath.

Sneaking around is getting old now.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up” Natasha says, helping you up. She looks proud when your legs shake.

“Shut up” you say, which only makes her smile wider.

While the team enters the Quinjet, you go back to the bathroom with Nat as you hurriedly put your suits on.

“Red? Y/N?” Tony calls for you.

“Here” you raise your arm, feeling a bit tense. Maybe you pulled a muscle.

Stark nods your way and starts the Quinjet, while Steve goes over the plan with everyone else. You stay seated, vaguely aware that something feels different but you can’t tell what it is.

“Be careful” Natasha says when you part ways, squeezing your hand.

Your job is to keep an eye on the guards at the south gate and stop them if they are called to attack the intel team.

Which unfortunately does happen, so you run to shoot, kick and punch at every one of them.

There are two guards left, and as you reach for your gun, something incredibly unexpected happens.

Your suit opens right in the front, revealing your red lacy bra.

“What the fuck” you shout, looking down.

The guard in front of you opens his mouth, completely enthranced by your cleavage.

“New strategy?” Tony flies over, knocking him down. He sends the last man standing across the room.

“No! I don’t know what happened!”

You try to cover but the leather is not giving in.

“Ok, well. We’re done here so you can put all that” he gestures to your chest. “Back in the Quinjet”

Rolling your eyes, and with your arms crossed in front of you, you walk back to the jet.

As you lock eyes with Natasha, you finally notice how her own suit is loose on the shoulders.

You switched when you were getting dressed.

“I like this new look” Sam wiggles his eyebrows and Natasha sends a widow bite straight to his ass.

“Oops” she shrugs her shoulders as he glares.

Feeling a little better after that, you go inside and find a t-shirt to cover up.

When you leave the bathroom, everyone is silent.

“Ok, it’s not like you all haven’t seen boobs before. So get over yourselves. Except Steve, he gets a pass” you bark at them.

“I’ve seen boobs before” he tries to say but no one pays attention.

Natasha stays silent and you think she might be upset or reconsidering this whole thing.

You expect the worse as you land and she leads you back to your room.

“Nat…”

The redhead holds her finger up, taking your shirt off and sinking her face in your breasts.

“Really?”

“Mine” she grumbles, her hands squeezing possessively.

Well, at least some good came out of it.

—

The atmosphere is tense.

Clint, Wanda, Peter and you are playing Jenga.

Honestly, you are the one at a disadvantage here. With Clint’s aim and the enhanced individuals, you don’t stand a chance.

The way Natasha looks at you from across the room doesn’t help either.

It’s been a few days since you were together. Fury called her for an urgent mission and you had to resist the urge to sneak into the Quinjet and beg her to fuck you against the console.

And now, she’s back and you can’t wait for the night to wrap up so you can wrap your legs around her while she eats your…

“Gah!” Wanda screeches, knocking over the tower. “My mind, my eyes”

Crap.

“Wanda, a word?” you plead, dragging her out of the living room while Clint and Peter stare.

“You” she slaps your arm. “And you” she glares at Natasha as she approaches, pushing you both to her room.

“Sorry, we are keeping it a secret for now”

“But your thoughts are so loud” she massages her temples, clearly distraught. “I was so focused on the game and still I could hear everything, see everything”

“Sorry” you grimace. “Do you think you could… not tell anyone? For a bit”

“Oh, trust me, I’m very eager to pretend none of this happened”

“Thanks, Wanda” Natasha says and the girl nods.

“It’s nice to see you both happy. Just try to keep your thoughts to yourselves”

“We’ll try”

Wanda nods, walking out. Natasha’s quick to push you against the wall, eyes darkened by lust.

“Wanna tell me what was on your mind?”

“Can you at least wait for me to leave the hallway?!” Wanda screams from outside.

“You have ten seconds, Maximoff”

“Thanks, I hate you”

—

You figure a little distance from everyone will do you good.

So, you get tickets to a Yankees game and spend the day in the city with Natasha.

Even if you are only a half hour away from the Compound, among the sea of people, no one looks at you when you hold her hand, or share a kiss in the middle of your walk.

“This is nice” you smile, bringing her hand to your lips.

The first half of the game is slow, but you enjoy the time eating popcorn and making comments with Natasha about the score.

During the break, several people in the audience are featured in the screens. A girl chugs an entire beer while the crowd goes wild.

“Damn” you laugh, but the next image you see is you, next to Natasha.

The kiss cam.

“No, we’re fine” you wave your arms and the crowd boos. “Ok, not nice!”

“Don’t be such a baby” she smiles, pulling you closer.

“Pretty sure Steve and Bucky are watching the game back home”

“You jump, I jump” she leans forward, allowing you to decide if you wanna do this or not. As your lips meet in a short kiss, everyone starts clapping and cheering you on.

“Are you sure about what we just did?”

“Very. I’m tired of hiding. You make me happy. What’s wrong with that?” Natasha says and you smile against her lips.

“You are so getting lucky tonight”

But before you can kiss her again, both of your phones go crazy with texts from everyone on the team.

Tony: Is this why Wanda asked me for a way to erase her memory?

Sam: Now I know why you electrocuted my ass, Red!

Wanda: DONT COME NEAR ME

“Still think we made the right call?” you roll your eyes as the texts keep coming.

“Absolutely, detka” she says before kissing you softly.

Yeah. It’s gonna be ok.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff fluff

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natsarrownecklacx · 6 months ago

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For When You Feel Alone

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count- 2,031

Summary- An ‘open when you feel alone’ letter written to you from your mom, Wanda.

Warnings- Talking about feeling alone, mentions of almost breaking a leg jumping out a window ( not in a serious way in a funny way ) very fluffy sappy writing. R is referred to as Elizabeth / Ellie in some parts :)

Ngl I think Wanda is the kind of mom we all want :/

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Open When You Feel Alone <3

Dear Elizabeth,

Hey Sweetheart, it’s Mama.

I would like to start this letter off by asking how you are, but if you're reading this, then sadly I already know the answer.

My poor sweet girl, I am so sorry that you are feeling this way. It pains me to even think of you feeling so alone.

Before I get into this, before I go any further I need you to know something, I just need to say it, need you to hear it. I love you so, so very much.

Now, don’t be mad. I know when I asked if you’d like me to write you these letters for when you went off to college, you’d said not to. You told me that you would be okay, that you are a grown up now, that you are strong and independent and can take care of yourself.

I still remember the exact look on your face while you said those words. The pride and confidence behind them really shone through your eyes. I knew then that you were ready to leave home, I could see it in you. You were ready to take that leap and go out into the world, ready to find your place in it.

I know you, sweet girl, I’ve watched you grow up, from the sweetest baby into the most wonderful grown woman you are. I know how capable you are. You’ve worked so hard to get to where you are now and I am so so proud of you, everyday in fact.

That being said, I am still your mother and you will always be my baby. So I hid this letter, along with a few others, in your suitcase before you left.

Which, might I add, was no easy task. The first time I tried to get a few of these letters safely in your suitcase I attempted to pull off an Avengers level stealth mission to try and sneak them in there while you weren’t at home.

I knew what I was doing, suggesting that you take Billy and Tommy out for ice cream. I knew it would give me the time I needed, not only to clean up after your two little brothers but also to get this where I knew it needed to be. What I did not, however, anticipate at all was you coming back so early.

Basically, to make a very long and embarrassing story short, when I heard the front door open and shut, I panicked for absolutely no reason. It was a level ten, metaphorical sirens blaring, palms sweating, hands shaking, type of panic.

Then I heard all three of you coming up the stairs and my cognitive thinking just seemed to evaporate…so I launched myself, head first, out your bedroom window.

Don’t worry, I did catch myself before I hit the floor on that two story drop, in fact I seemed to make it out of the ordeal with little more than a bruised ego. Although, I’m not quite sure if I’ll ever recover from having to explain to your aunt Agatha why I had to make that jump. She laughed so loud all the birds from the trees in the garden all flew away in a hurry. She just couldn’t understand why I panicked so much, honestly neither could I.

But if this helps at all, if I’m right and you find my ridiculous behaviour as funny as I do, in any way, then the almost broken leg and what I’m sure will be years of listening to Agatha tease me is well worth it. Plus, I just wanted you to have this in case you need it, in case you need me.

It was my hope for you, when you were born, that you would always feel how much I love you, no matter how far we are from one another or for how long. Even if we ever had an argument of some sort, you must know I would still love you.

If you're reading this right now then that means I was right to hide this for you, but don’t let that deter you from reading the rest of this letter, mothers (at least when it comes to me and your grandmother) are usually right.

I suppose it’s just this sense that we have, or maybe a hope, that our children will always need us in some way or another and that we will always be there for them.

I’m still here for you Ellie, no matter how far we are from one another, no matter how long we’ve been apart. It doesn’t matter to me what you need me for, something big or small, I don’t care what time it is, if you need me I’ll be there.

I know that if you're reading this, you probably don’t feel like you can pick up the phone and call me to talk about whatever it is that’s bothering you and that's okay.

I wish I could reach out right now and take you into my arms. To hold you, close to my heart, to keep you safe and warm. I wish I could assure you that you are not alone, sweetheart. I will always be with you, as you are with me.

But you deserve to have some time to think things over in your own way, by yourself and then you can come to me when you are ready. But please do come to me Elizabeth. I absolutely hate the thought of you feeling alone, or worse, as if you can’t reach out to me.

I know that you will want to try to figure this out on your own first and that’s okay. Maybe you will, I have every faith in you. Even so, you can still talk to me about it, even when, whatever this is, is all over. I still want to know how you are doing, what’s going on in my child’s lift, the good and bad.

I know it is hard to be away from home, I remember vividly how it felt when I had to leave your grandparents and uncle behind to go away for college.

I know how hard it is to be in a new place, with new people, learning new things. It’s scary and it can be a little overwhelming. It can also feel a little isolating, even when you're surrounded by people. Even when the people you are surrounded by are meant to be your friends…

Before you left we had a conversation about your friends, do you remember that?

I remember how upset you were, how alone you felt from the way they were treating you.

Do you remember what I did when you came to me crying because of it?

I took you into my arms, the way I always do when you're upset, and I held you. You wrapped your arms around me so tightly and cried for what felt like hours.

It’s never easy for a mother to see their child so upset, but I was so relieved that you felt safe enough with me to let yourself feel that way, to just let it all out and know that I had you.

After you were done crying, you explained to me what was going on, you yelled a lot and cried some more. You were so angry and so, so tired, I could see it in your eyes Ellie. I could feel the hurt and loneliness pouring off of you in constant motion. I could see it.

I remember you pacing and pleading with no one and nothing in particular to understand why anyone would treat another person that way, least of all why your friends would do so to you.

I remember watching you go through all of that, I remember how you got more and more worked up, until, eventually, you stopped. Everything in the room stopped, it was as if something in your brain had clicked into place and suddenly, everything you were talking about didn’t seem so big anymore.

You just took one big deep breath in and when you let it go I could see in your eyes that you felt more at peace. The loneliness, frustration and fear for how long those feelings would last, they were all still there, weighing on your mind. All of it. But it wasn’t as heavy because you had shared it with me.

I remember how proud of you I was, because you needed something, you needed me to be there to listen and to make sure you could break down safely. You knew you needed help and you came to me. I was and still am so proud of you for that.

I just wanted to remind you of that, not to upset you further, but to remind you of how important it is to let someone in. To allow someone to help. Even if it means I just sit on the phone and listen to you talk or cry or scream. I can do that. I can be there for you in whatever way you need because I’m your mother and that’s my job.

Even if what you need is for me to get into the car and drive to you, I can do it. You need me to bring your childhood bear with me, just for that bit of extra comfort? I have it ready to go, just in case. You want some of your comfort food, mama cuddles and a movie? Make room for me Ellie because I am on the way.

There isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for you sweetheart. I hope you know that. I need you to know that.

Right about now you're probably reading this thinking ‘oh wow moms so extra’ or ‘so cringe.’ ( At least that’s what the twins have been saying about me lately.) But what I’m saying is true, Ellie.

I know you well enough to know that, at this point, you are probably on the verge of tears but won’t let yourself cry.

You can cry if you need to, honey. It’s okay to let it out. I know you think you can’t because other people have gone through worse things, survived worse things and so you shouldn’t cry over something you deem as “small.” But there is no measure of pain. If you are upset, or tired, or overwhelmed, or if you simply just feel the need to cry. Let it out. It’s okay to cry.

It doesn’t make you any less capable. It doesn’t mean you are weak. It doesn’t mean you are looking for attention. It doesn’t undo any of the progress you’ve made. It doesn’t mean a single thing, it doesn’t have to.

Plus, it might make you feel better.

Honestly, Ellie I could go on forever and ever about how proud I am of you and how all I want in this world is for you to know how loved you are. How important and special you are. But I know that you don’t have all the time in the world to read as much as I could write about all of that.

So I just want to ask you to do something for me, just to put your mama’s mind at ease.

Please take care of yourself sweetheart. Drink some water. Get yourself something to eat, even if it’s just something small. If you're feeling up to it, go for a shower, I know you hate all the effort and time that goes into it but I also know that you always end up feeling just a little better after words. Put on some comfortable clothes. Try to get some sleep. Do whatever it is you need to do just to get yourself that little bit of comfort you need to make yourself feel better.

I trust you. I know you can handle this. I know you are so fully capable of taking care of yourself. Take things one step at a time, one breath at a time. You’ve got this Ellie.

I love you. Remember that always.

- Mama.

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A/n - For the anon who commissioned this fic, I hope you like it love :)

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fluff #mom!wanda maximoff x reader #Wanda maximoff x daughter!reader #wanda maximoff x reader fluff

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girlgenius1111 · 2 years ago

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no one speaks to you like that

r deals with a cruel coach at the world cup. misa makes it better. feat. the girls finding out that their friends are together.

The door slammed shut behind him, and you exhaled a deep breath, collapsing back onto the bed. You'd never been more unhappy to have your own room than at that moment.

You'd stepped out of the bathroom post shower, just barely throwing on clothes, when you'd heard a knock at your door. You were hoping it was Misa, but when the door opened to reveal Vilda on the other side, you felt your heart sink. He had his characteristic scowl on his face as he stepped past you.

The following 15 minutes were what could only be categorized as verbal abuse. He went after everything; your skills, how hard you were trying, how fast you were, how you were "clearly not" following the meal plan he arbitrarily changed whenever he felt like it. You stood, completely still, looking just over his shoulder, taking it. You wouldn't argue, that never ended well. You didn't let yourself cry either, because he never appreciated tears. Instead, you let the words wash over you, and dug your nails into your palm.

You thought of Misa the whole time. How if she heard what he was saying she'd probably do something to get herself more than benched this time; maybe sent home. The last time Vilda had gone after you like this, he had made the mistake of doing it in view of Misa, who completely lost it at him. Now, she was unlikely to play the rest of the tournament, and Vilda seemed to enjoy screaming at you more than anyone else.

No one knew about the two of you, even if Vilda suspected. No one else had witnessed her reaction to his cruel words directed at you; everyone just knew she'd argued with him, and she would be riding the bench no matter how far we got. The division within the team was stark, and although Misa was a Real Madrid player, she mostly hung out with the Barcelona girls; with you. You'd gotten together a few months ago, and decided to keep it to yourselves, not wanting to deal with her club teammates finding another reason to dislike her.

When Vilda finished, you just wanted Misa. You wanted to wrap yourself up in her strong arms, bury your whole body in her larger one. You never felt safer than when Misa held you tightly to her. You knew that you should probably find Alexia or Irene and tell them what happened, but you didn't want to make a big deal out of it. You pulled out your phone, intending to see if Misa was alone, so you could go to her. You needed to get out of this room; the scent of Vilda's aftershave hung in the room like a fog, and it felt like it was suffocating you.

-Are you by yourself?

-Yes. Do you need me?

You could practically see the smirk lighting up the goalkeepers face as you read her response; you did need her, just not in the way she was implying.

-Can I come up? Vilda just left.

The little bubble that let you know she was typing appeared and disappeared a few times, before her reply came through.

-Dick. Yes, of course, please come up.

With that, you slipped your phone into your pocket, grabbing your room key, and headed out the door. You yanked your hood up, trying to hide the tears leaking out of your eyes. You walked down the hall, trying to keep yourself from crying until you got to Misa's room.

You heard voices coming from the direction of the elevator you were headed too, unmistakably those of Alexia and Jenni. Fuck. You had nowhere to go, and as soon as they saw you, they wouldn't let you out of their sight until you told them what was wrong. You had no choice but to keep walking towards them, turning the corner, hoping they'd be too wrapped up in conversation to notice you.

"Y/n!! We're gonna watch a movie in Mario and Ale's room, come with," Jenni called the minute she spotted you. You didn't know how to say no, so you said nothing, trying to walk past them.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Alexia asked, putting a hand on your shoulder to stop your movements. Again, you didn't say anything, continuing to stare at the ground. A gentle hand came to tug your hood off your head, before lifting your chin up. Your watery eyes met the older girls.

"What happened?" Jenni questioned, looking overly protective even though she didn't know what happened. She kept her hand under your chin, not allowing you to drop your gaze again.

"Nothing, I'm fine, I'm just going to hangout with Ona," you lied, trying to shake off their hands.

"What happened," Alexia asked, in a firmer voice. It wasn't mean, or harsh, but it still reminded you of the verbal lashing you'd just endured, and more tears were flooding your eyes before you could stop them.

"Vilda," you started, before a sob escaped your lips.

"Fucking hell," Jenni swore, pulling you tightly against her. "What did he say?"

"Come on, bring her to my room," Alexia said quietly, looking furious, realizing you weren't going to respond. Jenni maneuvered you down the hall, never letting go, through the door to Alexia's room, before pushing you to sit down on the edge of her bed. You wanted to pull your phone out and tell Misa that you'd been intercepted, but you couldn't do that without arising suspicion. Also, you couldn't really see clearly through the tears blurring your vision.

Alexia spoke a few words to Mariona, who looked equally as murderous as the other 2 girls, and you knew you needed to pull it together and make sure none of them did something stupid. They were all older than you, and were quite protective. It wouldn't be the first time they clashed with Vilda over him mistreating younger players, but with the semifinals coming up, you knew you couldn't risk anyone else getting benched.

The problem was that you were only getting more worked up, even as Jenni wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and began talking quietly in your ear.

"Whatever he said isn't true, I promise. You're an important member of this team, and you haven't done anything wrong," she told you.

You nodded, but the tears wouldn't stop. The embarrassment you felt was only making you cry harder. Alexia took a seat on the other side of you, placing a hand on your back.

"Jenni's right, you haven't done any-" her words were cut off by a frantic knock at the door. You knew who it was, even as the other girls exchanged confused looks. Mariona went to answer it, as Jenni and Alexia looked curiously after her.

No sooner had Mariona opened the door, than Misa's panicked voice was filling the room.

"Have you seen y/n? She texted me that Vilda..." She trailed off as Mariona stepped to the side, revealing your shaking form sitting in between your captains. The other girls watched as Misa's face melted from one of panic into one of pure adoration; one they'd never seen on her face before.

"Y/n, baby," she said, seemingly forgetting that you weren't alone. Your teammates exchanged looks, Mariona and Jenni mouthing “baby??” at each other, as Misa crossed the room, tugging you out from under the arms of Jenni and Alexia, pulling you into hers. They were just as surprised to see you wrap your arms around Misa, clutching tightly to her sweatshirt. Your tears immediately slowed as Misa held you tight, the feel of her around you calming you down instantly.

"I'll kill him," Misa said through clenched teeth, addressing no one in particular.

"Easy there, why don't you tell us what the hell is going on before you go kill him," Jenni said, glaring at Misa. Your Barca teammates had clearly connected the dots, and did not appreciate that you were clearly keeping a secret from them. Misa made to let go of you, make this more of a conversation had with you, rather than one spoken over your head, but you only tightened your grip on her, shaking your head into her chest. Her attention was, again, solely on you as she pulled you over to the other bed, tucking you under one arm as she sat down.

Misa was still gazing at you, fingers scratching lightly at your scalp as you emerged from her chest, wiping harshly at your face. Her hands pushed yours out of the way, ridding your face of tears much more gently than you had been doing. The simple gesture was so sweet, so intimate, and Alexia cleared her throat, drawing both of yours attention back to her.

"Well? How long has this been going on?" She asked, voice no longer the soft tone she had been using with you, instead replaced by what can only be described as her authoritative voice. Misa retreated to the rather quiet version of herself that most people experienced, and you spoke up. Still, her arm remained protectively wrapped around you and no one missed the way you leaned into her unconsciously.

"Since May,"

"And you didn't think you should maybe tell us that you were in a relationship with someone on the team? A relationship that appears to be pretty important to you?" Jenni asked. Her jaw was clenched, but she didn't look like mad Jenni, she looked like sad Jenni. You realized the three of them were not necessarily angry, but hurt that you'd kept this from them. You paused, unsure how to respond to that. In truth, Misa had asked to keep it to yourselves, but you didn't want to throw her under the bus. She had no such reservations.

"I asked her to not tell you guys. I didn't want anyone to know anything until I figured out how serious y/n was about me. And by the time I figured that out, we were at camp, and I didn't want to give my club teammates another reason to be... the way they are with me."

The other girls stared at the pair of you, somewhat stunned at the vulnerability just shown by Misa in admitting all of that. She was a reserved person, a private person, someone much happier to help her friends than allow them in at all.

"Well... that makes sense," Alexia said decisively. "We won't tell anyone."

Misa nodded once, a small smile gracing her lips, before she turned to look down at you.

"What did Vilda say?" She asked, eyeing you carefully. In response, you just shrugged, refusing to make eye contact. You absolutely did not want to discuss what he'd said in front of the rest of your teammates; you trusted them, but the things he had said were humiliating. Misa seemed to pick up on this, as did Alexia, as they quickly made eye contact, and Misa stood, pulling you with her.

"Let's go back to my room, yeah?" She asked quietly, and you smiled gratefully at her. Mariona and Jenni both voiced their disapproval at that idea.

"I have like 15 more questions for the two of you," Jenni protested.

"Yeah, what are we supposed to do, just let you go back to Misa's room all alone? We have a game tomorrow, girls." Mariona said teasingly.

"Alright, let them go." Alexia said, hiding a smirk at Mariona's comment. It really hadn't been that funny, but the way you and Misa immediately blushed, and looked anywhere but at your friends was amusing.

You and Misa walked out of the room, ignoring the suggestive jokes that Jenni and Mariona were making. You walked in complete silence to the elevator and up to Misa's room. You'd broken apart the minute you'd exited the room, and Misa longed to take your hand. Now that you were away from your friends and their teasing, it seemed the weight of whatever Vilda had said to you was settling back on top of you.

You allowed Misa to pull you into her room, nudging you to sit on the bed, as she took a seat next to you. You were distracted, caught up in your own head, only looking up at her worried brown eyes when she said your name softly.

"Are you okay?" She asked, feeling like she probably knew the answer. You shook your head slightly, leaning to lean more against the brunette. "Tell me what he said," she requested, and you sighed.

"More of the usual. I'm not playing hard enough, I'm not fast enough, not good enough," you paused. You looked up at your girlfriend, not sure if you should continue and tell her the worst part. She smiled encouragingly, a smile you only saw on her face when it was just the two of you. "He told me I need to start following the meal plan better, because 'it's clear' that I'm not," you finished quietly.

Misa's hands clenched into fists once again, knowing exactly how those words would effect you. She, more than anyone, knew that you struggled with keeping your habits around eating and working out healthy, and not letting them become obsessive. The goalkeeper reigned in her anger, though, realizing that it was clearly not what you needed from her.

She lifted your chin with one of her large hands, her touch gentler than you thought possible. "He's wrong, baby. You're having an incredible tournament. We're as far as we are partially because of you," she said earnestly.

"And yes, you aren't following his stupid meal plans, because he isn't a dietician, and you need to be careful with how you keep track of what you're putting in your body. You're doing what you need to do to stay healthy, and that is what's important."

You were still looking at her with so much doubt, as though you desperately wanted to believe her, but weren't sure if you could. Deciding that maybe words had taken her as far as they could, she leaned in, pressing her lips to yours, hard, in what she hoped was a reassuring way. You met her with enthusiasm, relaxing into the kiss as your mouths moved in sync with each other.

After a few moments, she pulled back pressing her forehead to yours. You looked slightly dazed, and Misa bit back a smirk at the effect she had on you.

"You are beautiful" she whispered, "you are strong, and you are fueling your body in the way you need to, in order to do your job. And I am so proud of you."

Misa often shocked you with how gentle, how kind and soft she could be. She put on such a hard exterior, all harsh frowns and flexed muscles on the pitch. Off the pitch, she was only slightly less intimidating, opting often to remain quiet and listen, her hard expression only wavering when she was around people she was comfortable with.

She was so different when you were alone with her though, the severe expression that normally rested on her face melting away to soft lips that pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, and wide eyes that looked at you with so much love.

It hadn't started off that way; it had started as passionate, rough hookups. Slowly though, you wore her down. She couldn't get enough of you, and she eventually stopped trying to.

She was enamored with you, and you with her. Privately, she felt that you made her a better person, a kinder person. You felt like she had a unique ability to make you laugh when nothing seemed funny, and hold you together when you felt like you were minutes from falling apart. Like right now. She knew exactly what to say, what to tell you.

"I'll say something to him," she said quietly, and you pushed her off of you, sitting up.

"No, Misa, you can't," you argued. She looked determined, a familiar smoldering look on her face, one she got when she was getting ready to save a penalty.

"Baby, he can't speak to you in that way," she began.

"No!" you responded, almost shouting. She looked at you in surprise, startled to see an incredibly panicked expression on your face.

"Calm down, y/n-"

"No, you can't say something to him. Promise me you won't. Please," you interrupted, almost begging.

"Why? I'm already benched what else could he do?" she wondered.

"He could send you home, Misa. And if you left, I couldn't... I couldn't do this, not without you," you responded, looking at her desperately. Misa brought you back into her arms before responding, holding you tight.

"Alright, baby. I won't say anything. I'm not going anywhere, and you don't have to do this without me," she promised.

"Thank you," you murmured. The goalkeeper smiled at you softly, rubbing your cheek gently with her thumb. You still looked nervous, still upset, biting the inside of your cheek like you were thinking hard. She waited patiently, content to sit in silence until you were ready to say what was on your mind.

"I'm sorry they found out. I just kind of freaked out when I ran into them, and I wanted to find you but they were in the hall..."

"Don't worry about that. I don't care that they found out. I don't care if everyone knows i'm with you. I just care that you're okay," she told you. "Anyway, now that Jenni has probably told the entire team, I can stay in here tonight with you."

You leaned closer against her, more relieved at her saying she'd stay than you'd like to admit.

"But you have a big game tomorrow, and you need to rest. What can I do to get you to sleep?" she asked, knowing you were likely too anxious to be able to sleep right away. Again, you marveled at how well she knew you.

"Hmm," you said, scooting down the bed and rolling onto your stomach. Misa was looking at you adoringly, and you grabbed one of her hands, placing it on your back. She laughed in response, beginning to run her nails lightly up and down. You sighed happily, and she scooted down too, kissing just above your eyebrow, before resting her head on the pillow, continuing her motions. You were drifting off, but still, the thoughts of Vilda and what he'd said to you still bounced around in your head.

"Do you think he'll yell at me again?" you asked groggily, blinking your eyes open just enough to see the girl opposite you.

"No. I won't let him," she responded, sounding completely sure. You nodded, shutting your eyes again. You believed her, inexplicably. Her tone was so confident, and more than that, you trusted her. More than you'd ever trusted anyone before. You fell asleep easily, feeling completely protected with the strong girl next to you, watching as you drifted off.

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#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #misa rodriguez x reader #misa rodriguez #alexia putellas #jenni hermoso #mariona caldentey

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kurosstuff · 1 year ago

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Here I am back with another request, anyway : "Headcanon"

Hazbin gals(all of them if you could, emily included) react to R that likes to follow then around. Reader was just on the couch and maybe Charlie or Lute or anyone had to go elsewhere and R just follows them, no particular reason just that R wants to be near them but not to the point of irritation.

I'm gonna make it for 5 of the ladies so it's not so insanely long BUT if you have any specific ladies you wish to see? You can request again! Hopefully these are good! Half of them I'm still learning to write for still-

Also! Sorry for not writing- it's summer and I've just been incredibly burnt out so been writing once in a while. Also. I didn't see the Emily part until after I wrote this- I'm sorry

Warning(s): slight angst in some parts but mostly fluff, all bur sera has drabbles

Hazbin ladies(charlie,vaggie,Lute, rosie and Sera) x reader: headcanons!

Charlie

By far the most excited about it- her lover(or friend) following her around? She 100% does it back! Like a lost little puppy she adores you by her side no matter what it is she's doing.

Just talking your ear off from the plans she has for the hotel. Future dates. Whatever comes to mind? She tells you excitedly just wanting to see your reaction. Her number one supporters option matters the most to her.

But because of that she gives surprises away.. to often.

"-then! After~ I'm taking you to that lovely bakery-" she went kn and on- walking as you trailed after her like usual. Smiling heartfully. She was doing it again- talking about the plans she had for your date tonight. From the beginjng of the day to now she was a bundle of joy- babbling about things you were sure your not supposed to know.

"-then I'll get on my knee and pull the box out-"

Your grin widen at that comment you heard. Humming you kept quiet no longer listening to safe the surpise. A proposal? Now that's something your more then happy to keep a secret from knowing

When she would babble you kept quiet. Not telling her the stuff you knew. No matter what it was. You knew how she was. How excitable shed get.

She did never find out she gave the proposal away

Vaggie

She's suspicious, as hell over, literally everyone. Outside and INSIDE the hotel. Understandably, so - given you both in hell. Doesn't matter if you're stronger than her. Or what you are

She will NOT. Allow you to wander off without you in her sight. No matter what. Especially since the hotel is a clear hot spot for danger. She'd actually lowkey ENCOURAGE you following her about. Inviting you places or if comes down to it? Following you.

Standing up Vaggie sighed cursing under her breath at yet another sexual comment Angel made. Scowling lowly turning glancing over at you- smiling in approval once you trailed behind her on instinct- which let to her ranting to you on what she encountered

"Do you wanna cuddle?" You spoke up leading her to your shared room watching her slowly relaxing.

Vaggie is a worrier. Even in her sights, she just looks around cautious everyone

To be honest- I think she'd prefer you following her around. Makes her "job" at being your protector so much more easier.

Worried about the what ifs. The when's. But she knows your strong- she's seen it. She just can't help but worry- after all. Your her lover. She can't help herself but worry.

Lute

We see her with Adam(assuming she's around him ALOT) she truly wouldn't be to bothered hanging out with ypu 24/7 cause she does love you and for her? Having you in her sights is better then assuming your fine and healthy

Of course it's not unhealthy - she trusts you'd take care of yourself. Trust that you're capable of saving yourself if it comes down to it. But it means a lot to see you wanting to be with her-

Lute adores it- she won't SAY it but she feels prideful when you wander beside her. Following her everywhere

"So.. where are we going~?" You hummed, snickering at her jolt, ignoring the glare she sent your way, grumbling loudly at you. You were just asleep an hour ago. Now here you are trailing after her as if you didn't just see her a while ago

"..training. come on if your up you can work out."

It's also not like she does the same thing either. Just instinctively trailing you- just anywhere either of you are? The other is certainly close by

Rosie

Honestly like most ladies in the list she may actually prefer it- after all her town is full of cannibals itching to dig into you. Literally-

Doesn't matter if your a lover or not. They'll be tempted or swayed in a way to try and take a bite. But if Rosie is around? They'd never attempt it. Never dare upset her.

Rosie also takes this chance to use this as a tea spilling time. Talk about the latest drama. The rumors- anything and everything the two of you share together no matter what it is.

A laugh escaped you both as you ate your share of the snacks she brought with "-oh darling I wish you saw it! Poor Alastor was covered in the flour~ he was so mad" Rosie laughed covering her mouth with her hand like usual grinning at you before smirking

"Oh~? Now I know that look~ the look of more tea~?"

Nodding, she hummed, sipping her tea before putting it down, "I heard.. from a certain soemone.. the king himself? Lucifer? Did it~ to win the..bet they had"

Sera

Now she's the only one so far on this list that will not let you follow her EVERYWHERE. she is a Seraphim. The highest level itself. The lord himself daughter(I think? May be wrong) so there's places she'd wish you could come but you just can't.

For yours and her safety.

She does not wanna be the next fallen. No matter how she adores you- she loves heaven- she can not commit a crime. Allow you in certain meetings witness things..

But she will allow it sometimes. Especially given her status it may be hard- to hang out with one another.

Sera never worries about your safety. Your in Heaven! The safest place(she has guards tailing you secretly worried about the impure influences that dome angels can have- adam)

Once in your shared home? Your free to follow hwr everywhere she is. It makes her happy seeing you constantly- makes what she's doing to ensure heavens saftey(dispite being not the purest option) so much more worth it.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #sera seraphim #hazbin hotel sera #sera x reader #hazbin charlie #vaggie x reader #hazbin rosie #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie x reader #charlie morningstar #Charlie morningstar x reader #hazbin vaggie

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magicalbats · 9 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 Day 9: Eremites x Reader

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 7148

Warnings: Afab!reader, coercion, dubcon to noncon, size difference, anal fingering, anal sex, anal creampie, anal gape, tag teaming, passed around, ass to mouth, cumflation, multiple orgasms, stomach distention, pregnancy mentions, implied piv, implied double penetration

A/N: Do you guys remember when I did that Eremite poll not too long ago? 🤭 Now, I do have to warn that this one got kind of gross BUT when I write any kind of butt stuff I simply pretend like excrement does not exist. Like at all. So no matter how I describe anything involving this topic there is absolutely NO scat content in this fic or any other I post. That's one of my 'absolutely not's for a reason! I promise this is a safe space for us anal enjoyers lol

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The dark winding corridors that lead further and further down into the bowels of the earth seem never ending. You’d read, of course, that the construction of King Deshret’s various temples and monuments scattered across his kingdom in the now barren desert had been long, arduous endeavors each that took many, many years to finish. But somehow you hadn’t grasped the full scope of it until you were traversing one of them yourself, stomping down the same path the ancients had once walked with sand grit caught in your shoes.

You were hot and tired, and growing increasingly more irate the further you went into the stuffy, closed off space of the underground network. Claustrophobia wasn’t usually a problem you had to deal with but it was getting harder not to succumb to that instinctive spike of anxiety when you thought about how many tons of sand and stone must be sitting right over your head. It was enough to make anyone panic.

Luckily your guides don’t appear to have any such concerns about getting out of here or not, and that goes a long way in helping you keep your head on straight. If they were well acquainted enough with the layout of this temple to not have to worry about such things then you were probably in good hands.

Or so you wanted to believe, anyway.

“Sorry to ask this again but … are we starting to get close now?”

The one who’d curtly introduced himself as Sunfrost back at Caravan Ribat huffs a faint sound of acknowledgement but otherwise keeps his attention turned forward at the path ahead. “Soon. The chamber is just a little further on.”

Never mind the fact he’d said the same thing almost an hour ago now.

You’d been mentally keeping track so you could notate how long it took to get from the now long distant entrance of this place to the hidden inner chamber deep within but it had quickly turned into some bizarre form of self flagellation. You were just a student of the Akademiya, you weren’t built for walking for hours on end.

Oh, if only one of them would offer to carry you for a while, you’d happily take them up on that and probably even throw in a bonus on top of it. You didn’t have a whole lot of mora to spare but in this case it would’ve been well worth the extra expense.

Unfortunately the Eremites were, by nature, not very fond of anyone who came from Sumeru’s rainforest, let alone those who were affiliated with the prestigious school there. It had taken you a few days just to find someone who’d even listen to your request and then a few more on top of that to find a mercenary actually willing to take on the job. They didn’t truly care about you or your wellbeing, a simple fact that had only been made all the more apparent over the course of this relentless death march they were leading you on. It felt like an eternity had gone by since the last time you were permitted to sit down and rest.

The other one who called himself Stone Enchanter liked you even less than Sunfrost though, and he’d barely spoken more than five words to you so far. In truth you’d been more than just a little hesitant to accept their help when both of them were so large and imposing, not to mention clearly very dangerous individuals, having much preferred to work with someone who was a bit less scary, but you’d had no other option at that point. The memory of them towering over you on one of the caravan roads where they’d cornered you still sends a vague shudder racing down your spine. At first you’d thought they were going to rob you, not offer up their services.

But you’d already made it this far and it was much too late for second thoughts now. You were miles underground in the labyrinthine maze below the Dune of Carouses with no reasonable grasp on which way was which after taking so many turns and descending an innumerable amount of crumbling staircases to get here. These two were the only thing standing between you and certain death down in the silent tombs so you had no choice but to trust them.

And when you finally step into a spacious chamber at the far end of the corridor you’d traveled together, you think that your patience is paying off at last. This room looks virtually indistinguishable from all the others you’d had to pass through to get here with the sole exception of a massive slate door on the opposite wall. It looked like it hadn’t been touched in centuries, your eager excitement quickly making you forget your fatigue as you hurry over to examine it.

“This is amazing.” You murmur, reverently putting your hand on top of the carved stone to feel along the hieroglyphic inscription. This thing must have weighed a ton and you wonder not for the first time how the people of Deshret’s civilization managed such a feat. What remained of their monuments on the surface was already impressive enough, but this was so deep below the sand that it was hard to imagine how they’d accomplished it.

“Is it all that you’d hoped for?” Sunfrost asks as he comes up behind you with Stone Enchanter bringing up the rear.

“Yes, this is exactly what I was trying to find. This should lead straight to a treasure room if the books in the House of Daena are right.” Your head positively swims with thoughts of all the ancient artifacts just out of reach as you turn to look at them imploringly. “Do you know how to open it? Everything I read just briefly mentioned some sort of mechanism but I don’t see anything like that here.”

Silently, the two Eremites exchange a shuttered look with one another.

“We know how,” Sunfrost says in a careful tone, somehow eyeing you through the red brocade tied over his eyes. You’re not sure if it’s genuine or just a result of the blindfolds making you uneasy, but a sharp chill works through you in response.

“Then will you tell me? Please?”

Another glance is exchanged between them but this time it’s Stone Enchanter who speaks. “I doubt you’ll like the answer.”

Your surprise at hearing him talk is quickly overshadowed by the deeply unsettling confusion that washes over you. “What do you mean? Is it not like the other mechanisms we passed on the way here?”

Breathing out a terse sigh that makes his broad shoulders rise and fall, Sunfrost steps forward to come tower over you much like he had back at Caravan Ribat. “Tell me, little scholar. How much do you know about the magick of the forgotten civilization?”

You frown up at him at that. “I know a fair amount but I don’t think I’d call it magic. The technological advancements of King - -“

“Ah, but that’s not all it is, is it? You seem clever enough for someone who hails from the comfortable rainforest so you must realize that there was more at play than mere technology. What do you suppose powers those machines, hm?”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you turn that over for a moment. He certainly wasn’t wrong about that and they did seem to be fairly familiar with this place so …

“Alright.” You relent, bringing your head up to look at him head on. “What you’re saying is this door doesn’t utilize the same mechanical components as the others but some sort of — magic seal?”

Sunfrost nods to make his tied off hair bounce slightly with the motion. “Yes. This leads to a very important inner chamber, after all. It only makes sense to protect what’s inside with higher security measures.”

“Okay, what do we have to do to unseal it then?”

“Well - -“

“The inscription says that a pound of flesh must be offered up if you wish to gain entry to what lies beyond.” Stone Enchanter cuts in, not mincing his words or sugar coating it even a little bit. “Do not look so frightened, scholar. It’s not as gruesome as what you’re probably thinking. A human offering can be made in several different ways, can’t it?”

“That’s right.” Sunfrost helpfully nods his head again. “Sex magick was favored by Al-Ahmar and his courtiers at many times during his long and prosperous reign. It can be even more effective in stopping unwanted intruders than a true blood rite.”

“Wait —“ Your head positively reels in outright disbelief as you hold up a hand to stop him from going on any further. “You can’t be serious, right? Do you really expect me to believe that?”

“Believe it or don’t.” Stone Enchanter huffs, crossing his big, burly arms across his equally massive chest. “We are telling you how to open the door. It is none of our concern if you’d rather turn back now since we’ll be getting paid either way.”

“B - but this doesn’t even make any sense.” You stammer. “Even if I wanted to proceed there isn’t anyone here who can …”

You trail off into stunned silence at the pointed looks they both send you. It takes you a prolonged moment to fully understand what they were trying to say without outright saying it, and your face immediately burns hot enough to fry an egg on.

“No. No way, absolutely not!”

“Then we will leave and return to Caravan Ribat.”

“No! Just — give me a second to think!” Hands coming up to clutch at your blazing hot cheeks, you set in to anxiously pace back and forth in front of the door while the two Eremites disinterestedly watch on.

But no matter how you tried to slice it there was no getting around this if what they’d said was true. Either you had to resort to politely asking one of them to have sex with you or you had to return back to the Akademiya empty handed. It was truly a matter of choosing between either the fire or the pot, and you struggle just to wrap your head around such a difficult decision.

This could not be happening. It couldn’t be!

“Do you truly find us that disagreeable?” Stone Enchanter finally asks after a long moment of tension filled silence, making you aggressively round on him.

“That is hardly the problem here! I - I’ve never … I didn’t plan to do something like this so suddenly, and with someone I barely even know on top of that.”

“You’re a virgin.” Sunfrost supplies, and even though you can’t see it through the headband tied over his face you can all but sense his brows lifting in genuine surprise.

“Even putting that aside,” You hiss, shooting him a dangerous look. “I can’t run the risk of getting pregnant on this expedition. I’m still in school! I’ll never be able to graduate if I have to take care of a baby!”

“There’s an easy way around that.” Stone Enchanter says, cooly interrupting you mid outburst and earning himself a sharp look of ire from you as well. “You have more than one hole, don’t you? And only one of them is known to result in a baby.”

You just stare at him in numb disbelief. He wasn’t actually suggesting … he couldn’t be!

“Wha — a - and how exactly do you expect to accomplish that, huh? Just right here on the floor like I’m nothing more than an animal to you?”

“No. It must be done on the offering slate.” Sunfrost nudges his chin at the stout dais you’d completely bypassed in favor of the much more interesting door.

Situated directly in front of the sealed entryway but pushed back from it by a few feet, it was all too easy to overlook in your initial excitement but looking at it now you can see the wisdom in what he was saying. You’d thought there weren’t any mechanisms in this room but it was actually right in front of your face the entire time. It was logical enough to guess that it was likely meant for some sort of ritualistic purpose given its important positioning as well as the intricate carvings decorating the slate sides of it but …

It feels like your stomach is doing anxious somersaults as you regard the fixture like it was something that might jump up and bite you, yet you still find yourself grudgingly coming to terms with the situation. If this was truly the only way then you had no choice. You’d spent far too much mora and time on this expedition, tirelessly trekked over countless miles just to get here, and you simply couldn’t turn back now.

Resolutely bringing your head up, you look the two Eremites over with a frown. “Fine. I’ll do it. But I don’t want you touching me.”

Stone Enchanter stiffens slightly when you point an accusing finger at him. “What did I do?”

“You’re incredibly rude, for starters.” Narrowing your eyes at him in warning, you decisively turn your finger on Sunfrost next. “You. Will you d - do it with me, or not?”

The ponytailed man sends his companion a silent look before breathing out another clipped sigh, this one somehow even more long suffering than the last. “I suppose I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

Your face positively burns at his martyred act but even as someone who was not overly familiar with this sort of thing you can still recognize the anticipation in his body language now. At least as a man you could trust him to not have any problems giving you what you want, and you stubbornly keep your head held high as you walk over to join them by the slate dais even though every single alarm bell in your head was going off all at once. You couldn’t actually believe you were about to go through with this, and the fast thrumming adrenaline pumping through your system seems to be the only thing that keeps you going.

“What should I do to get ready?” You ask as you sidle up beside him, earning a brief glance from the exceptionally tall man.

“Take off your pants and any underwear you might be wearing.”

Well, at least that sounded easy enough.

Hesitantly reaching for the front of your slacks, you make careful work of slowly unfastening them so you can shove the material down your legs. They’re kicked off right along with your boots and, unsure of the etiquette, you decide to take your socks off as well. Standing there in your underwear with two men you’d just met only a few days prior almost makes you second guess this decision but the promise of what lies beyond that door urges you on. The chance to make a name for yourself before you’d even graduated and earn the academic accolades that would come with it was simply far too tempting to resist.

Resolutely sliding your panties down and stepping out of them, you find yourself fiddling with the bottom hem of your blouse as you look up to Sunfrost for his next instruction.

“Okay, what’s next? Should I just - -“

A startled gasp cuts you off when he smoothly pivots towards you and grabs under your arms so he can heft you up without even an ounce of difficulty to show for it. Squeaking at suddenly finding yourself much further up from the ground than you were used to, you blindly latch your fingers onto the firm, unwavering stretch of his forearms to hold on for dear life.

All he does is set you down on top of the carved slab and then lay you back against it though, surprisingly gentle despite the manhandling. The polished surface is infused with a deep, dank chill that makes goosebumps erupt all over your body as soon as your bare skin touches it, nipples pebbling to hard points against the interior of your brassiere. A soft whimper slips out of you as he pulls back to situate himself while Stone Enchanter watches on from the side. Despite the red blindfold hiding his eyes from your line of sight, you can tell he’s unabashedly studying the fleshy seam between your legs.

No, that wasn’t quite right. Both of them were.

You’d never felt quite so anxious or jittery with nerves in all your life, and you uncertainly track the motion of Sunfrost’s hand when he pulls something out of his supplies pack. “W - what is that?”

“Oil.”

You gulp so hard it almost makes you gag. “What … what kind of oil?”

“Does it really matter what kind it is?” Stone Enchanter chimes in with a condescending tilt of his head. “You’ll be thankful for it soon enough so relax. You might even enjoy it.”

You very much doubted that but you keep those thoughts to yourself as Sunfrost shuffles into the space between your legs where he nudges one of your ankles upward with his free hand. “Hold them up and keep them spread for me. This won’t work if you’re trying to squeeze them shut.”

It’s a struggle just to breathe with your heart wedged inside your throat but you slowly comply, curling your legs up and letting them fall into a shameless spread that you know completely bares you to them. There isn’t an inch of you they can’t see clearly like this, the thought alone embarrassing you enough to feel faint.

But you just keep reminding yourself what you were doing this for, why you were sacrificing your dignity in such a humiliating manner while Sunfrost makes quick work of unscrewing the cap from the vial. You watch him reach down between your legs where he carefully upends it and you hiss at the first cool, sticky touch of the copious liquid.

You can feel it clinging to your skin, making a goopy mess of you where it hits its mark in the center seam of your cunt. It’s incredibly watery though despite the thick consistency and it quickly dribbles down in excess to coat your twitching asshole. It’s a strange feeling, and one you don’t think you like very much, but you clench your teeth to keep silent while Sunfrost crowds his other hand close to rub the mysterious liquid over your puckered hole.

At least he’s being gentle about it, you think to yourself. But at the same time you’re more than just slightly alarmed at how quickly the goop he spreads over your skin makes the muscle start to puff up and loosen under his ministrations. You can feel it in stunning high definition, especially when he starts to focus in on the center of it, and you soon find your breath coming a little quicker, a little harder. You were starting to get unbearably hot too.

And then when he finally starts to ease the tip of one blocky finger into the slackened wrinkle, you choke on a haggard sound at the ease with which he penetrates you. Whatever kind of oil that is, it was incredibly efficient as a lubricant and even the sensitive squeeze of your untested passage isn’t enough to keep him out. Sunfrost just slides right up into you straight down to the knuckle, and you positively quake there on top of that slate slab.

“Do not tense up, little scholar. It will only do you more harm than good in the long run.” He chides you, the noticeable drop in his voice registering somewhere far in the back of your mind. You’re a bit too caught up in the reeling rush of sharp edged stimuli to linger on it for very long though, shuddering fiercely as he starts to thrust in and out of you.

“Oooh, Archons, that’s …”

“Only one finger.” Stone Enchanter chuckles from somewhere just on the edge of your fuzzy periphery. “You’ll have to take something much larger than that before this is through.”

“It’s working though.” Sunfrost adds. “Look at the door. That should be all the proof you need to know we’re telling you the truth.”

Feeling dizzy and disoriented now, you slowly loll your head back against the surface they’ve got you laid out on to peer over at the sealed entrance. Sure enough, the center node fitted into the meticulously carved stone was starting to glow the faintest blue, as if it were actively getting a charge from the scene playing out before it.

You knew you should have been excited and happy about this revelation but somehow you’re just a little too distracted by the constant push and pull of Sunfrost’s hand to really focus on that right now. Especially not when you were keenly aware of the fleshy cling of your asshole gripping him on the way out before readily accepting the stretch on the next inward plunge. It was strange and borderline uncomfortable, but at least it didn’t hurt.

Even when he adds a second finger to further open you up for him, it just makes you squirm at the odd sensation of it all. The strangest part though was the sympathetic reaction in your cunt which gradually starts to grow hot and sticky the longer this goes on, almost as if it too wanted to be stretched and filled. You couldn’t make any sense of it when your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton so you just lie there and take it, hoping this ordeal would be over sooner rather than later.

“That’s still a tight fit,” Sunfrost murmurs after a prolonged stretch of silence only interspersed by the soft, sticky click of your asshole accepting his fingers and the strained inhales you suck in. “Guess you really are a virgin.”

“What else did you expect after the way she was carrying on?”

Your annoyance with Stone Enchanter only seems to grow every time he opens his mouth but this, too, doesn’t seem half as pressing as your slowly building arousal.

You were a bit miffed that this was actually having some kind of positive effect on you despite your best attempts to ignore it and remain impartial. That was a losing battle though, and you can only whimper a high strung sound when you feel him start to work a third finger into your loosely clenching hole. Now it starts to toe the line of painful, prompting you to hiss a sharp breath as you thunk your head back against the slate.

“I - it hurts!”

“You need to relax, or it really will hurt here in a moment. How do you expect to take my cock if you can’t even handle a few fingers?”

Seething a wounded little sound, you turn your head to look over at the door again. It was still just barely glowing and it didn’t look like it had increased in strength at all since the last time you’d checked. You really were going to have to see this through all the way.

“Can you bear down slowly?” Sunfrost’s voice pulls your attention back around with a tiny broken whimper.

You aren’t sure what else to do with your hands so you resort to reaching out to either side so you can clutch at the ledge of the dais in a death grip. Screwing your eyes shut in an attempt to dissuade the embarrassed tears that form in them, you hesitantly do as he’d requested and push down on his fingers, allowing him to slide the additional digit in right alongside the rest. You couldn’t even believe how stretched out your ass felt around him or the vaguely burning throb that comes with it. Worst of all is your cunt and how very empty it feels, your toes helplessly clenching and unclenching in the air as you try to suppress the urge to start squirming.

Your pussy felt like it was soaked and nobody had even touched it yet. How were you possibly supposed to get through this without mindlessly begging them to fuck you?

“There,” Sunfrost murmurs, adding a small twist to the thrusting motion of his hand so he can thoroughly stretch out your tight inner sleeve. “That’s much better. Just focus on your breathing and it’ll be over before you know it.”

All you manage is a faltering mewl in response, feeling so overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations and the rush of stimuli that you can hardly even think straight anymore.

You’re so lost in the punchdrunk haze that you’re not quite certain how long he actually spends working your asshole open, but you are keenly aware of the muscle struggling to close again when he finally pulls back some time later. It’s like there’s a second heartbeat mirrored in your lower body, echoed twice over in both your pussy and your ass, and you’re really not sure how to process any of it.

So you just lie there while he fumbles around between your legs for a moment, drunkenly lolling in and out of reality until you feel Sunfrost shuffle right up against you. The nudge of something smooth and fleshy pressing in on your back entrance startles you out of your stupor though, and you quickly snap your head up to look down.

Your eyes almost pop right out of your head when you see how very large and rigid he is, frightened panic quickly rushing in to drown out some of the delirium. Sucking in a frazzled breath, you start to shove yourself upright but he’s quick to grab hold of your ankles, keeping them elevated and forcing you to stay down in the process.

“W - wait, I can’t - - it’s too big!” You wail, uselessly twisting your legs but his hold on you is as good as iron. It was clear you wouldn’t be going anywhere soon, not until he decided to let you go.

“You can.” He intones, nudging his hips forward to just dip the head of his cock past the struggling ring of muscle to rest along the inner rim. “And you will. Just breathe through it and bear down when I start to slide in.”

You can see Stone Enchanter stiffly shifting his weight at the edge of your peripheral but you’re a little too focused on not devolving into a full blown panic attack to pay him much mind right now. It would have been a frightening prospect to have that huge thing bullied into your cunt but your asshole … you genuinely didn’t think it would fit. No matter how much he’d stretched you out beforehand, there was a problem with the logistics!

To your rattling surprise though he does indeed start to slip inside you one torturous, slow moving inch at a time. A little nudge here, leaning into you to let his weight do the job there. You’re horrified at how wide your asshole actually spreads open around his girth to grant him entry to your body, that viscous lubricant making the slide as easy as it probably could be given the size difference. And he just keeps coming, feeding more and more of his cock into you until it feels like he’s reaching deep enough to press in on your guts.

You’re not sure when exactly the tears start up in earnest but your face is coated in hot, salty tracks by the time he finally nudges his hips up against your ass. Rapidly sucking in one ragged breath after another, you just lie there and pitifully shake while the sensation of being so deeply impaled on his length threatens to send you teetering right over the edge. It was inconceivable that you should feel this horribly close to an orgasm when your ass was the only thing being stuffed full at the moment.

Heaving a low, masculine grunt, Sunfrost gradually starts to move then, halfheartedly rocking his pelvis to give you a chance to adjust. Everything from the waist down is so sensitized and tender that even that much you feel in blinding starbursts of friction which practically has your eyes rolling back in your head.

“How do you like that cock in your ass, little scholar? Does it feel good?”

Blubbering a weak, faltering moan into the stuffy room, you plaintively shake your head. You didn’t like this, you didn’t!

Stone Enchanter chuckles a rumbling sound somewhere just off to your left as Sunfrost starts to pick up the pace, easing himself out only enough so he can then push back in. It was clear even to you that he was building himself up to fuller strokes though, something you couldn’t even conceive when your ruined asshole was already weakly clinging to his thick shaft, and you have to force yourself to shoot another bleary look over at the door.

It was indeed glowing a brighter color now, as if it really were responding to the defilement of your body. You probably would have laughed if you’d had the extra oxygen to do so. You weren’t sure how you were ever going to recover from this so you sorely hoped whatever was waiting on the other side was well worth the price.

And as the minutes continue to tick by in this fashion, Sunfrost becomes ever more uninhibited both in the way he eagerly fucks into your ass and the resounding noises of pleasure he lets out while he does it. At some point he even lets go of your ankles, confident you wouldn’t be going anywhere, and he allows your legs to weakly curl around his sides while he braces his hands along the top of the slab. Even in your intoxicated state of mind you can tell he’s longingly watching your tits bounce underneath your blouse with each and every thrust he gives, but you don’t quite have the presence of mind to scold him for it.

The fact they’d even left you that small dignity was probably a miracle.

Luckily, though, it doesn’t take too long for him to finish and you roughly hiss through your teeth when his once steady thrusts start to lose some of their rhythm in favor of jerky, shuddering jabs up into your guts. Then he grunts a heaving, bestial sound that seems to rush straight down to your cunt, making it pitifully squeeze around nothing, seconds before you feel the vague sensation of him shooting off deep within you. It’s an exceptionally odd feeling, particularly when you were keenly aware of that foreign sensation settling inside you in heavy, clinging clumps. But you just let him do it, glad that it was at least over. You weren’t sure how much more you could’ve taken if he’d decided to take his time with it and drag it out.

“Gods, that’s a sweet ass you’ve got.” He heavily breathes out, head hanging low between his shoulders while he recovers.

“Thanks,” You bitterly murmur as you reach up to lightly press on his hard stomach. “But can you get off me now? I’d like to keep going.”

Languidly laughing, Sunfrost gives his head a brief shake to send his ponytail swishing back and forth before he pushes himself up to stand straight. Hooking a hand around one of your ankles, he nudges it a little higher while the other reaches down to help ease himself out of you. He’s intentionally slow and careful about it, and you soon realize why when a dribble of fast cooling semen rushes out after him the second he slips free of your pitifully clinging hole.

Groaning a deeply embarrassed sound, you fitfully squirm on top of the dais as you desperately will your ass to close shut again. It’s an effort in futility though, and even when it starts to gradually return to its usual state you can tell by the looseness of the muscle that it was probably never going to be quite the same ever again. Damn him.

In fact, damn both of them. A little warning before they took you this deep into the monument ruins would have been appreciated. Your one and only consolation was that the door was now wide open, and there was nothing else standing in the way of your objective.

“Here, let me help you up.” Sunfrost says, offering you his hand which you somewhat grudgingly accept. You weren’t exactly happy about it but you knew your own body well enough to realize just how sore you were going to be after this.

Using his arm to steady your balance, you gingerly scoot to the edge of the raised slate and slide down to your feet. You’re beyond horrified when your ass instinctively clenches against the sudden flood of cum that rushes down with the shift but you valiantly hold it in for fear of further humiliating yourself. You’d already suffered more than enough as far as you were concerned.

“Alright, let’s get going.” Stone Enchanter says as he bends down to grab up your discarded clothes from the floor.

You’re almost fooled into thinking he’d had a change in attitude but then you watch him start to walk away with your pants and shoes in his arms, and your heart plummets straight into the ground. “W - wait, those are mine!”

“And you’ll get them back when we’re done.” He calls over his shoulder.

Deciding you really didn’t like that guy, you shoot Sunfrost a wide eyed look. “What is he talking about?”

“You’ll see.” Is all he says, further bewildering you.

You’re in such a confused state of shock that you don’t even think to protest it when he takes you by the arm and starts to guide you forward, making sure you don’t fall when your legs threaten to give out under you. The only thing you could seem to fully process in that moment was how utterly ridiculous you felt walking around in only a shirt with your sticky cunt making an even greater mess between your legs.

When was this going to end, you wonder.

Not any time soon, you realize only a moment later when the short walk down the unsealed corridor takes you to another door and a second offering slab.

For a long moment you just stare at it in slack jawed disbelief. No way this was actually happening.

“Do you understand now, denizen of the rainforest? Our people do not give up their treasures so easily.”

Eyes flickering to Stone Enchanter, you numbly watch him drop your clothes at the foot of the new dais. That’s also when you notice the intimidating tent poking up through even the red sash that hangs down in front of his waist. He must’ve been quite large as well then, a thought that doesn’t exactly come as a surprise but still disarms you a great deal. Surely he wasn’t actually going to …

“I told you I didn’t want you touching me.” You intone, trying your damnedest to keep your voice even and steady.

“Doesn’t matter. This offering requires two pounds of flesh to gain entry.”

You suck in a sharp breath, intending to scream at him to fuck off, but the words abruptly catch in your throat when Sunfrost uses his hold on your arm to steer you forward. Bare feet stumbling across the stone block floor, you wildly wrench back in an attempt to free yourself but it does you no good. He’s too strong and you’re more than just a little outclassed when you didn’t even have any pants on to put up a proper fight.

Fresh tears spring up in your eyes as he roughly passes you off to his partner who grabs you around the middle so he can lift you. All your kicking and thrashing doesn’t even seem to register as he moves to pin you on top of the smooth surface, belly down to leave your ass vulnerable and defenseless in the air.

Real panic grips you in a chokehold now as you frantically try to push yourself upright but he easily keeps you in place with one massive hand splayed out across your lower back while he fumbles with his pants using the other. Your sobbing pleas go completely unheeded as Sunfrost comes around to stand just next to your head. He makes quick work of wrestling your trembling hands into the hold of a single fist so he can then reach down with the opposite hand to release his now flaccid cock again.

“Stop!” You shriek at the top of your lungs, stomach painfully roiling with the debilitating pangs of fear that crash over you. “You - you can’t do this to me, do you understand? I’m — oh god, I’m a student of the Akademiya! When they find out what you’ve done - -“

“If they find out.” Stone Enchanter chuckles behind you, mere seconds before you feel his hand take pinching hold of your ass cheek so he can spread it apart from the other and bare your abused hole at him. Your mindless struggle immediately ratchets up another notch but they’ve got you completely trapped between them.

All you can do is suck in a rough gasp when you feel him carelessly squirt another healthy dollop of that mysterious oil over your puffed up entrance, pausing only long enough to wedge his thumb inside you to test the give. Meanwhile, Sunfrost has taken his soft cock in hand and he coaxingly nudges it towards your mouth but you quickly jerk your head away.

“What makes you think I’m going to - -!”

Your shrilling abruptly cuts off when he reaches under your chin to forcefully yank your face back around, meanly squeezing your cheeks while he does it. “It’s not a matter of thinking it, little scholar. You will.”

His fingers tighten until your lips start to push out in a loose pucker and you issue a dire whimper when he pulls you down to just ease the wrinkled tip of his foreskin into your mouth. An undignified, faltering wail rises up in your throat at the salty, bitter taste that immediately floods your mouth but you’re not sure if you should be more alarmed about that or the fact Stone Enchanter was using his thumb to hook the inside of your rim so he can tug it open again.

The inside of your body is a creamy mess with the first load you’d had to take but that doesn’t seem to deter him at all. You can feel his cock pushing in on the loosened muscle to fill the space he creates with his hand, and you outright wail when he starts to slide in despite the tight clench of your sore asshole trying to keep him out. Unfortunately Sunfrost takes advantage of that opportunity to feed more of his spongy, flaccid cock into your mouth to stuff it full and smother the sound, leaving you stretched terribly thin between the two of them.

And they're relentless in the way they use your body, each of them just as insistent and merciless as the other. While you’re made to clean Sunfrost’s cock and slowly coax it back to full strength again, Stone Enchanter takes his time slowly working his thick, rigid length in and out of you with savoringly measured thrusts that force you to feel the wide stretch of your hole. It was far too much for you to handle on any level, least of all physically, and it doesn’t take long for you to slip into a doped out, semi comatose state like this.

Distantly, you’re aware of the moment when Stone Enchanter finally reaches his peak some time later, shooting off a fat, heavy load deep inside your ass while he grunts his pleasure. The amount of cum you can feel sloshing around within your guts somehow manages to register as surprising to you but you’re a little too far gone to linger on it.

Especially not when Sunfrost pulls his now fully hardened cock from your mouth, leaving you in a puddle of your own drool while he walks back to take up the spot between your legs that Stone Enchanter vacates with a rumble of satisfaction. You brace yourself to be penetrated again, knowing the fresh stretch to your gaping hole was coming, but he manages to catch you off guard as he pulls you back by the hips to half slide down off the ceremonial dais.

You immediately collapse when your legs buckle as soon as your feet touch the floor and the only thing that keeps you semi upright are his arms around your waist. Hanging limp from Sunfrost’s hold like a puppet that’s had its strings cut, you let him jostle you around until he’s got you positioned how he wants with one arm slung back behind his neck and one hand hooked under your knee.

All at once he’s lifting you, and you plaintively squeal when the sudden shift of your body makes your loosened asshole give out to dribble thick, sloppy clumps of semen onto the ground. Lurching in horror at the apparent loss of your muscle control, you jerk your chin down as if to check yourself over and assess the damage, but the sight of your vaguely rounded belly stops you dead in your tracks.

The entire world suddenly feels like it’s crashing down around you as you struggle to make sense of it even though on some basic, intrinsic level you understood that it could only be the result of one thing. They’d filled you up with enough cum that it was not only squirting right out of you but it was also starting to distend your stomach too.

Worst of all, they didn’t appear to be done just yet as Stone Enchanter shuffles into the space between your spread legs, idly stroking his cock while he grins in your face. You aren’t sure what to make of it at first, suddenly finding yourself sandwiched between the two of them like this, but then Sunfrost nudges you lower to just brush his cock over the puffed out rim of your asshole.

Sucking in a half strangled gasp, you jerk your wide eyed attention up at the red brocade on Stone Enchanter’s face, knowing he could still somehow see you even with it in the way. “Please,” You warble, dread making your voice sound tiny and frail. “Don’t do this to me. I’m begging you. I - I can’t - -“

“Take care of a baby?” He helpfully supplies as he shifts even closer to line himself up with your cunt, just barely touching your labia with the fleshy tip. “Well, let’s just say you won’t have to worry about that out here in the desert. You’ll have plenty of time to devote to motherhood without any school to get in the way.”

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Crossposted: here

#genshin impact #Sunfrost eremite #stone enchanter eremite #eremite x reader #self insert bullshit

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radioisntdead · 8 months ago

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idea: A Vox who joined the Hotel to ~~win Alastor over and be with him romantically~~ get redeemed, and disregards Reader who is friends with Alastor because they’re a powerless sinner that’s like Charlie, only when he’s about to confess to Alastor, he finds them alone in a room lovey dovey.

of course, don’t feel pressured to do this, but i thought this was a funny ~~but sad for Vox~~ idea. Have a good day, my fellow Hazbin Hotel enjoyer!

Good evening my dear! I had so much fun with this request I do hope you enjoy!

Stupid tv

Alastor x reader, Radiosilence

Song used

Vox had been pinning over Alastor for several decades now, unrequited love that costed him their friendship, a love that was obsessive and far from understanding, a love that he thought he was owed.

And so he decided to join that pathetic little hotel that Alastor was involved in with Lucifer's little princess under the guise of wanting to 'redeem himself' but in all reality his plan was to win Alastor over, seduce him into falling head over hooves in love with him and together they'd rule the media, TV and radio? The perfect team wouldn't you agree?

Unfortunately there was one obstacle, a thorn in his side, a real annoyance.

You.

Honesty he was somewhat convinced that you and little miss delusional were related only to find out that you were just another worthless little sinner that for SOME reason kept close to Alastor, honestly it was a wonder the radio demon hadn't shoo'd you away, he chopped it up to not wanting to rock the ship with miss redemption hotel.

Am I a toy to you, my love?

Just a thing to play and

Then throw away

Vox did what he could to get into Alastor's rather tightly closed heart, but each time he was shut down.

"Alastor Ahaha, We should-" "I must decline I have prior commitments." He didn't even let him finish his sentence! Just shut him down before walking off to lace his arm through yours!

He didn't even participate in the hotels stupid activities, which he was G R E A T at by the way, he always won at the trust falls or the art therapy.

Doesn't matter what Vaggie said about it not being a competition, he was WINNING.

Vox was extremely irritated when he asked the princess on where was Alastor during on if their activities, the alcoholic cat in the hat and one eyed McGee had to participate so why wasn't he there?!

Only to hear that Alastor rarely participated in them.

He really shouldn't have been surprised about that.

I never asked for this

I always did my best

Without your love, I am a broken mess

On the other side it was the end of a heart aching, horror movie coded, extremely slow slow burn between you and Alastor.

A couple of months before Vox waltzed on in trying to win Alastor's favor, well, you took a couple shots of whiskey and chugged then down before drunkenly creating a PowerPoint presentation on how you felt about him, passing out only to be found by the radio demon himself.

It was a rather embarrassing confession but it got you and Alastor going out at least!

Alastor was never one for public displays of affection, the most you got was arms interlocked or a kiss on the hand.

And you didn't mind, It was sweeter when he would gingerly hold your hand, or place a kiss on your face, or be used as a chew toy because for some unholy reason he liked to bite.

Ooh now I'm never enough

Ooh and it's almost too much

Ooh for me to work, I need a human's touch

You'd admit you found Vox's attempts on gaining Alastor's heart hilarious! For someone who prided himself on knowing everyone's business he didn't even know that the man he was pinning over's heart already belonged to another.

You wondered how long it would take for him to realize that he had no chance, and you wondered what his reaction would be, you hoped that he wouldn't take his anger out on you, the one who held Alastor's heart in their powerless hands.

I'm just a toy to you, my love

Just a thing to play and

Then throw away

It actually took Mister 'Trust in us, Voxtech' a while to figure it out, after he was trying to find Alastor.

And it wasn't even on purpose he found out because Niffty was cleaning the halls and accidentally rammed into the door of the radio station cracking it ever so slightly.

Just enough to let the 1920's music leak out catching the attention of the TV man.

His hands darted to his bowtie, straightening it out before making sure he looked presentable.

He took a step ready to knock on the door before catching the glimpse of Alastor and you dancing rather closely together.

Honestly it would've been nothing to him, he had seen him dancing with Rosie or whatever her name was, Mitski? Mindy? Oh, Mimzy, Before.

But the way he was looking at you.

I need a human's touch, but

You don't need me

It was the way Vox had always wished Alastor would look at him.

I need a human's touch, but

I'm obsolete

How did you manage to get him to look at you like that? What did you have that he didn't?

He was an overlord, he owned the BIGGEST tech company in hell, he was on par with Alastor, and yet?

You an ordinary sinner, who didn't have much to offer, had won his heart.

This was unfair, it was unfair.

UNFAIR UNFAIR UNFAIR UNFAIR UNFAIR UNFAIR

UNFAIR UNFAIR UNFA҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉

҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉ ҉U҉N҉F҉A҉I҉R҉

We were still going strong

I never did you wrong

He HAD KNOWN ALASTOR LONGER THEN YOU, HE WAS BETTER THEN YOU IN SO MANY WAYS.

Until the new me came along

Ooh it was just you and me

Cold blue screening anger ran throughout Vox, messing with the hotels electricals, lights flickered, bulbs blew out and phones glitched out.

Catching the attention of not only you and Alastor but everyone else.

"Vox! What the fuck?!" Vaggie could be heard yelling from below.

Ooh we were such a good team

Now I'm alone on the boulevard of broken screens

Vox snapped briefly out of his anger as he heard footsteps approach the door, whether it was you or Alastor he didn't stay around to find out.

With a snap of his fingers he was gone into some device and the hotels electricity was back to normal.

Just a thing to play and

Then throw away

Vox appeared in his own hotel room, the room cold and shark themed, Vark raised his head as Vox plopped himself on the bed, his flat TV head perfectly flat on the bed.

I need a human's touch, but

You don't need me

I need a human's touch, but

I'm obsolete

Vark nudged him with his paw trying to get his attention, "Not now Vark," he said muffled ever so slightly muffled as he was still screen first into the bed.

Vark just laid beside him as Vox rebooted.

I need a human's touch, but

You don't need me

It was hours before Vox had appeared again, just in time for another one of Charlie's activities, some type of stage play, you were separated from the rest, watching from the bar as you sipped whatever drink was in your hand.

Alastor was nowhere to be seen, which Vox took the opportunity to sit next you and watch the hotel residents make a fool of themselves.

You didn't take notice of Vox until he spoke up,

"You know, I really don't get it,"

You looked at him like he was stupid for a second before speaking, "The show? It's not really that complicated it's the-" "No, what? I meant you and Alastor!"

"Oh, I was wondering when you were going to figure it out," you took a sip of your drink as he stared at you, "How? Why you? Why not me? What do you have that I don't??" He asked claws digging into the bottom of his seat, piercing the leather.

"Honesty Vox?" He stared at you intently, what was it? How could he acquire it?

I need a human's touch, but

"I don't know, he just loves me for some reason, and I love him."

I'm obsolete

He just, loves you for some reason? That's all?

What kinda cheesey answer was that??

He opened his screen mouth to say something but was interrupted by clapping, the little stage show had ended.

"Bravo Angel, Husk!" Charlie said wiping a tear from her face "That was great!"

You got up from your seat to join the congratulating leaving Vox alone at the bar.

I need a human's touch

The door slammed as Vox powerwalked into the Vee's tower, "I take it your plans to win over the radio demon failed?" Velvette asked not looking up from her phone, "Shut up."

Good evenin' folks! I heard this song thanks to an OC animatic and it just IMMEDIATELY FIT THIS fic!

Also as of posting I'm about to go to a pumpkin patch, expect pictures of my pumpkin, and a pumpkin fic because PUMPKINS, also I edited near my extended family and I'm posting while right next to my mother, I would WIN at fanfiction extreme sports

I do hope you enjoyed and as always thank you for tunin' on in!

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