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bengals-barnesbabe · 14 days

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The Girl Behind the Camera

Pair: Joe Burrow x Videographer!Reader

Descr: When The Bengals hire a new social media manager, people start to notice a certain QB coming out of his shell.

TW: mentions of sex, nudity, gossip, racism, classism, invasion of privacy, protective boyfriend!Joe.

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"Which of your teammates would you rather be stranded on a deserted island with for 72 hours?"

Was the question being asked on the way out from practice. From behind the black and white jerseys Joe could hear the bouts of laughter from each answer. Most of his more outgoing teammates thoroughly enjoyed walking up to the woman with the camera on a day to day basis, while others like him avoided making simple eye contact with her.

But today's Friday and Fridays are very special on this practice field. Not only do they have shorter practices but the recurring sports journalist major with a sometimes too sunny attitude, is replaced with the new silk press and brown glossy lips-wearing photographer that could stop him in the middle of the busiest highways just with her smile.

"Hey 9!" You beam as he approaches you with rosy cheeks. "Wanna hear today's question?"

I'd listen to anything coming from those pretty lips.

"Sure, whatcha got for me?" His eyes are solely focused on the way your glittery nails push back your dark brown locks and the movement of your lips rather than the content flowing from them.

He stands there motionless for a minute contemplating his answer, when in reality he just wanted to see how long you'd hold his gaze before squirming. 45 seconds is the current record.

"Joey, come on.."

25 seconds, he must look especially good today.

He smirks as your pout forms, or maybe he just likes giving you more work to do in the editing room (aka tonight at his place).

"Are you going to answer or should I shut off the camera?" A chuckle arises from his belly as you attempt to make an authoritarian stance with a smooth caramel leg jutted out and your glistening arms crossed over your chest.

Rolling your eyes at him, you start to ignore him and play around with the camera, before his voice interrupts you. "Alright, I'll answer. Only for you though."

He does his best to revert back to factory settings (aka grump mode as you like to call it) when you give him the go-ahead. "I guess, I'd take Ja'Marr. Hopefully, he doesn't get sick of me in 3 days."

You let out a cute giggle at his response recapturing his gaze from above the camera. He'd make it his life goal to keep that sound pouring from your plump lips.

So he adds to his answer. "Or I'd take my girlfriend, she loves beaches you know. She's kind of the yin to my yang." He smirks nodding to your necklace.

Flustered you try to cover your smile, before asking him a follow-up question. "Would you get on a boat to rescue her, if she somehow got trapped out at sea?"

"Of course, I would," he chuckles. "But then I'd ask where she found a boat in the first place and why she got in it when she doesn't like them either."

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"Maybe she was just trying to find food for her quarterback boyfriend with a bottomless pit as a stomach." His entire body shakes with laughter as you smile accomplishedly behind the lens.

"That's cute, you know her or something?" You shrug, as he straightens up due to another presence approaching.

"Don't stop on my accord, you did great today J. And you Miss Thing, I can't wait to see the shots you got of my team out there." Coach Taylor praises walking past you, causing your faces to heat up.

"God, I don't know how much of this I can use." Your video voice sombers.

You watch as the orange jersey fills the frame until not even the 9 is visible. "Sounds like you have your work cut out for you. Kind of like how..." His low and teasing voice barely gets picked up on the audio. A shiver runs down your spine because you remember exactly what he said before walking out of view.

"Kind of like how you will when you get home tonight."

'And boy was he right, but not about the editing.' You think gawking at his body as he walks out of the bathroom, water dripping from his hair and shoulders down his nice pecs and delectable abs. His strong arms and toned abdomen are tinted red due to the steamy shower that's releasing vapor into the room.

"Still editing I see?" He asks teasingly as he ruffle-dries his hair with a microfiber towel. You painstakingly nod but push the laptop down and off your lap.

"It can wait." You say as your gaze drops down to the blonde happy trail that disappears underneath the towel secured around his waist. "It's not due til noon anyway."

"Good, I've been thinking about you laid out on my bed for me since we got home." A smirk curves up his lips when he notices your eyes fixated on the bulge of the fabric.

"Lucky me." Then the towel drops. Lucky me indeed.

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Eventually, the video does get edited and uploaded to social media like it's supposed to and your bosses thoroughly enjoy the impressions it brings to the organization.

You tried your best to edit out all of the parts that gave too much about your relationship away without completely taking Joe out of the video. You thought it did a great job, the final cut showed a very professional interaction between the two of you. Everyone was happy.

Until you started trending on Twitter almost 3 days later.

Something you didn't realize before becoming the Bengals' backup photographer/videographer and official social media manager was that your boyfriend rarely if ever participated in the post-practice videos. Anna, their main journalist, did mention that Joe liked to hide from cameras at practice, but you thought she was talking about paparazzi and overzealous fans. It wasn't until you went through every post-practice TikTok video that you realized that she was not kidding at all.

Currently, you are sitting wide-eyed on the couch watching a well-known YouTube gossip talk about your video and your relationship. She hadn't said the word dating yet, but by her analysis of the short clips- she was not very far from finding out.

"I think the key here is the woman behind the camera. Their conversation was short, but you could tell she could get him to say anything. And the way it's cut, oh my god. Anyone could tell that there was much more to this chat than we saw. Sadly, I couldn't find her socials, so the woman behind the camera wins this time."

You paused the video as soon as Joe's footsteps became apparent as he walked toward the area where you were sitting. "Hi, baby!" You cringe at the perky tone of your voice.

"Hi?" He says plopping down next to you and kissing your head. The lingering embarrassment makes your spine stiffen. Joe raises a brow in confusion. "Y/n, what's wrong?"

You huff and pout sinking into the couch cushions. "I kinda fucked up."

"How so?" He asks pulling your hands into his.

"Have you watched my video?" You whisper as if saying it aloud will anger the universe.

"No, but I heard it was doing well. Do you want me to pull it up?" You shake your head immediately. "What's wrong with the video?"

"You're in it." You mumble laying your head on his chest.

"Huh?"

"You hate attention, you hate cameras, and you literally hide from them when we're in public! And I put you in my video!" One of his hands lets go of yours and begins to stroke the back of your head.

"Baby, I put myself in-

"No, I forced you to do the one thing you've always set a boundary on. I'm a shitty girlfriend, I should've just ended it before you walked by or just kept the whole clip for myself."

"Y/n, listen."

"Joey I'm so sorry, everyone is talking about how you and 'the girl behind the camera' are probably a thing. They're probably digging up pictures of us in public at the moment and there's nothing I can do to stop it. All of your business is going to be aired out-

"I know-

"Reporters are going to start showing up to your practices, and paparazzi will be following us. It's a disaster- wait what did you say?" You sniffle pulling your head up to face him. And he's smiling?

"I know and I don't care. All I care about is that the most important woman in my life is safe and happy. That's you mamas." He says softly, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek.

"Wait but you've worked so hard to keep your private life- private and I should've respected that."

He shakes his head. "I wanted to be in that video because you were the one behind the camera. Even if we weren't dating, I would have been in that video and people would've had something to say about it. I did it because you make me happy and I love watching you work. In fact.." He takes his phone out and queues a video onto the TV screen.

"Joe, what is this?" You ask as he comes up in today's outfit looking like it was filmed when he left for work this morning.

"Just watch." He grins.

*In the video he’s seen smiling and taking pictures with fans before his morning meeting.

“Hey Joey B! Over here!” A young boy jumps up trying to get his attention.

Your boyfriend chuckles and shuffles over to the kid to sign his helmet. “Hi, how you doing bud?”

“I’m great! My sister’s sad that you have a girlfriend now though.” The kid vibrates with energy and excitement, very different than his sister who’s glaring at him from the side.

Joe just laughs, gives the kid a fist bump, and moves on to another fan.*

“Joe, you didn’t say anything. What is this supposed to prove?” You huff in confusion.

“I know, that’s just my favorite part. You just need to see what happens next.” He assured pushing your focus back to the TV screen.

*As Joe starts to wave bye to the crowd a swarm of paparazzi and journalists emerge.*

You immediately start to frown because this is exactly what he's been trying to avoid.

*The people behind the giant cameras ask him all kinds of outlandish questions, all of which he ignores until a question about you pops up.

“Joe, are you hiding your girlfriend because you’re ashamed of her career and her race?” He stops right outside the door to the facility and spots the woman who asked the question.

“What did you say?” His eyes squint and brows furrow in the same way as they do when people question his football fatality.

“Last night, the Bengals website updated their faculty and staff page. The only new social media manager was a black woman named Y/n. What other reason could you be hiding your relationship for?” She asks confidently sticking her camera in his space.

“Do you hear how fucking dumb you sound?” He says so calmly making all the eyes around him widen. Including yours as you watch the incredulous look on his face turn to a scowl.

“I’m hiding her from idiots like you guys who follow me around with cameras chasing the wrong narratives. Do you really think I want to hide the love of my life from the world? Cause I don’t, but I would rather us have a good relationship that’s private rather than a shitty one controlled by the media. Literally, look at what happened after one lighthearted joke got taken out of context! And to even comment that her race was an issue? What fucking year do you live in? I would love that woman no matter what she did or how she looked. And it shouldn't matter. All of you are ridiculous. Have a great day.” Then walked into the facility slamming the door behind him.*

When he looks back over at you, silent tears are falling from your eyes. “Shit was it too much.” He says panicked.

You shake your head with a chuckle then lean up to press a chaste kiss on his lips. “No, it was perfect. I love you so much, Joseph.”

He returns the sweet kiss and holds you close. “I love you more than anything Y/n. I’d do anything for you, never forget that.”

“I won’t.”

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a/n: sorta kinda inspired by @slimshiesty, if you know you know and you absolutely should know.

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aritsukemo · 2 months

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Your 25th Birthday | Multiple Characters

Characters: Obanai Iguro, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kyojuro Rengoku, Zenitsu Agatsuma, and Kanae Kocho

Warnings: Angsty themes ahead! Takes place after the canonical events of Demon Slayer but in an au where the characters who died survive! Reader is crippled in a few of these ( Kyojuro's s/o especially has been through hell and is heavily implied to be paralyzed from the waist down. There are also implications that she's been burned, cut up, etc. ) so read at your own risk!

Summary: It's the night before their marked!s/o's 25th birthday! How do they spend it with them? 🤔

A/N: I wrote this scenario over on Wattpad for a special and I really liked how it came out so I wanted to share some of my favorite parts over here on Tumblr! Hope you enjoy it! 😁

"Do you think we'll meet each other in every life?" The question was whispered out in the dead of night as you sat on the engawa of your estate. Obanai sat next to you, being used for both support and a source of comfort. You watched the stars twinkle in the sky, a forgone look in your eyes that he's never seen before. It was unnerving to him since it felt like he was staring at a breathing corpse..

"Of course. If that's what you want, I'll find you in every life," He answered to which you hummed, your expression unchanging from the one of unsettling contentment.

"What if something happens to prevent us from being together?" You muttered grimly despite the smile painted on your face. Obanai was quicker answering this time around, "Nothing would prevent me from being with you. Nothing."

"Even if I'm a total jerk?" You questioned. He answers, "Even if you're a total jerk."

"Even if we're on opposite sides of the world?" You continued. He answers, "Even if we're on opposite sides of the world."

"Even if I turned into a man-eating demon and tried to eat you?" And then he pauses. You giggle at him despite the bad taste the lack of answer gives you and mutter out a soft, "Sorry. That was mean of me to ask. Forget—"

"Even.." This time, you pause. Your head bobbing back to look up at him and those marvelous mismatched eyes of his. He's already looking at you by that time. He's been doing so the entire time, never once glancing at the night sky since the two of you sat down.

He continues, "..Even if you turned into a man-eating demon and tried to eat me," He says, "I can't promise that we would be together in that life, but in the afterlife, I'd do everything in my power to make you the happiest person in the world."

You hadn't realized it until he moved his hand from your waist and started rubbing at your cheeks that you had started crying. Even when you did realize it, you didn't do anything besides let the tears fall because even if you wanted to wipe away the tears, you had long lost feeling in your arms to do so.

In the end, you smother your face into his haori, not caring that you suddenly felt the cool scales of Kaburamaru as he wrapped himself snugly—but not too tightly—around your neck.

"Thank you.." You sniveled as your tears wet his shoulder, "Thank you so much for loving me, Obanai.."

"Thank you for allowing me to love you, Y/n," He said back as he let you stain his shoulder with your tears.

"Awh, don't cry, pretty girl.. Not over me," You cooed as your fingers ran through the pink of Mitsuri's hair. She was hunched over on the bedside, face in your lap and her fat, wet tears dripping down her stained cheeks—passing the moles under her eyes that you love to kiss—and splashing onto your kimono.

She had worked so hard trying to mentally prepare herself for tonight, but when she entered the room and saw your tired, smiling face staring back at her, she broke down.

There was still so much she wanted to do with you! So many dates she wanted to take you on! So many foods she wanted to cook and try with you! So many firsts she still hasn't been able to take from you and so many firsts you haven't had the time to take from her! So many memories she still wanted to make with you!

Why can't she be given just a little more time with her sweetheart? She gets that this sacrifice was a necessary one and she wouldn't be here otherwise if it weren't for you pushing yourself the extra mile and saving her, but she can't help the sinking feeling of regret that drags her heart down to her stomach by a chain of sorrow at the thought of you leaving..

"I- I'm..so sorry.." She managed to say between sobs, "I'm.. I'm sorry...I.."

"Sorry for what, honey?' You asked her in a tender tone, "You haven't done anything wrong."

"I.. I.." She takes a moment, unable to form a proper sentence without choking on her own sobs, "I'm sorry for being such a horrible wife!" Now, you certainly weren't expecting that out of all things..

Your brows furrow as your hand stills in her hair, "You aren't a bad wife, honey," You said, trying your best to sound firm despite the slight tremor in your voice from exhaustion.

"Yes, I am!" She wailed, "I haven't been able to do anything for you! You.. You were always the one caring for me and I haven't been able to fulfill any of your needs or do anything you should be proud of!"

"Hey, hey, hey," You shushed, "Look at me..please," And she listens immediately like a puppy at your beck and call. She lifts her head, her big green eyes puffy and filled to the brim with tears despite the constant stream that flows down her pink, warmed cheeks.

"You are an amazing wife, alright? Marrying you was the best thing to ever happen to me," You told her, putting a slight pause between each word to better emphasize your statement. You used your fingers to urge her to come closer and she complies, inching closer until she's close enough so that you could cup her face.

"You simply waking up and smiling at me everyday is enough for me. Seeing you happy and healthy is enough for me, do you understand me?" You asked, the shake in your voice getting worse, "You've done everything to satisfy me. If anything, I should apologize to you for not granting your wishes."

What are you talking about? There's no way you seriously think that, right?

"No! Don't apologize!" Suddenly pushing herself up with her arms, her face suddenly got so close to yours that you had to move your had back so that you two didn't accidentally bump heads, "My wish was to marry someone who'd love me for me.. Wh-.. Who'd love my freakish strength and my weird hair color and my abnormal appetite and you've done that better than anyone ever could!" As she talks, her cool tears drip onto your warm hands and scatter upon contact, "You've made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world and you've spoiled me at every turn! You've made my life feel like it was worth living, so please—!" She moves forward, wrapping her arms around your neck and putting her tearful face into your shoulder, "Don't downplay your hard work! I can't bear you doing that after you've given so much to me!"

And with that, she crumbles all over again on your shoulder, and to your surprise, you do too. As her grip loosens and she slides down your body, ending with her head at your lap once again and bawling into it, you felt your eyes welling up with tears.

"Mitsuri.." Your throat began to ache from trying to keep your voice steady as your bottom lip began tremble. You tried to control yourself further by slapping your hand over your mouth to muffle a sob that threatened to slip from your lips, but your tears rolled from your eyes without your permission and down your hand, dripping onto your beloved before you could catch them with your other hand..

In the end, a particularly loud hiccup sounded your defeat and you bowed your head. Your hands sliding over your face as you cried with the former Love Hashira who you are grateful to call your spouse in this life.

"It's been a while since I've seen that expression on your face," You said as you gazed up at the prettiest woman you've ever laid your eyes on. Her thin brows dipped and wrinkling her smooth, porcelain-like skin just like the thin line she made with her lips, which you notice twitch just a tad at your comment.

She doesn't say anything to retort what you said. Not a witty remark or sarcastic, irritated utterance or a flowery deflection leaving her pink-painted lips. She simply gazes down in silence, her polished thumb rubbing lines into the back skin of your hand in a steady motion. It causes your eyes to frown and otherwise droop as you realize that your simple attempt at relieving the tense atmosphere in the room has failed.

"Shinobu," You call, "Can you smile for me?" And she listens, her brows lifting just like her lips as they form into that perfect smile that took her years to perfect. Just the sight of it makes you frown.

"Not like that. I want to see a genuine smile.." You mutter and just like that, her smile drops and her brows knit together once again. This time, though, it's all brought together by the vein flexing on her forehead.

"How am I suppose to do that when my wife is dying in front of me?" She asks, voice quiet and complimented by a vexed tone. In the past, you always hated when she got mad at you. Seeing her so visibly irked was frightening, even more so when it was directed at you..

But right now, hearing her angry tone and seeing her infuriated expression brought you nothing but comfort and caused your smile to return. She notices it and it pushes her to ask you in an exasperated tone, "How can you do that?"

You blink, confused "Do what?"

"Smile," She tells you, "You of all people know what's about to happen, but you still smile at me.."

"What's wrong with that? Can't I smile at the woman I fell head over heels for until I stop breathing?" You egg on and that little nudge is all she needs to be pushed over the edge and for her to explode and for tears of pure frustration to fill her eyes.

"Stop joking around!" Her voice comes out raised and aggressive, like an angry dog ready to attack someone. She must've realized that, because she grits her teeth and sucks in a breath. Taking a few seconds to collect herself a little before continuing. Her voice was still brimming with anger, but sounding more controlled.

"You're going to die any minute now. Don't you understand that? You're going to pass away and leave everything behind..you're going to leave me alone here.. You know all of that, yet you still smile at me without a hint of regret or sadness, and I'm sorry, but I can't stand looking at you like that!"

"Why would I have regrets?" You ask, "I achieved all my goals and did everything I wanted to do in this lifetime. Kibutsuji is dead. There are no more demons terrorizing the innocent. And, I was able to live the rest of my years surrounded by the ones I love and cherish. I even got the bonus of becoming a Kocho and marrying the woman of my dreams," You say, rubbing at your finger as the ring on it flashes in the moonlight that shines down through the singular window in the room, "What's there to regret?"

"What about the fact that everything is coming to an end? You won't be here to make memories with me or any of your friends or family?" As the tears fall down her cheeks, Shinobu finds herself balling her hands into fists. She despised crying, especially when in the presence of others, but she couldn't control herself. Like an immature little kid, she couldn't control her emotions and her blood boiled all the more because of it.

"I'll always be here, even if it's not physically," You told her softly and she starts matching your tone, although the agitation in hers is still so apparent.

"Be serious for one second, Y/n," She snapped, only for you to follow up with, "I've been serious this entire time, love."

Then her tone raises again, "No, you haven't!" And then it falls again as she lets out an embarrassing choke, "T- There's..no way you have. How could you possibly be fine with this?"

"Because I know that as long as the people I love are still here to remember me and value that time I spent with them, I'll never truly die.. At least..not in their eyes," You tell her, ignoring the fact that Shinobu is starting to become harder and harder to see by the second.

Shinobu sobs and chokes die down after a while. By that time, your eyelids started feeling like paper weights; unbearably heavy. You tried to play it off by blinking slowly, but your wife caught on quickly. She could tell you were hitting your limit and you thought that'd it make her anger spike again or cause her another breakdown, but neither happened. Instead she surprised you by curling her lips upwards. Her eyes were red from crying and you couldn't see it well, but the corner of her brows twitched. Her cheeks was also stained pink, likely from embarrassment of having broke down in front of someone, even if that someone was her own wife.

To put it frankly, she was a mess with a smile painted over it. But it was genuine and from the heart and that was enough to satisfy you.

The afternoon glow of the sky shone down on you as you stuck your hand, which had a handful of rice in it, out to a dog. Sanemi watched, looking like a little kid experiencing their first crush, as the dog barely hesitated to come closer and begin liking at your hand.

The scene was like a painting come to life. You were all dressed up in an expensive kimono he bought you. Your hair was styled in a way to match your attire and to frame your face, which was powdered in elegant, nice-looking makeup. And, you had a smile on your face as you gave the dog a similar look a mother would give her child while rocking them to sleep in her arms.

That thought reminded him of how he could never bring himself to make you a mother. How he feared that he wouldn't be able to bear the sight of your child, who'd undoubtedly resemble you in some kind of way, after your passing. Or, how he feared he'd accidentally end up just like his monstrous, asshole of a father and you'd stare at him with the same fright in your eyes as his mother did to his father.

He's not cut out to be a dad. Never was. And it's a shame because Sanemi knows you'd make an excellent mother. Thinking about it puts a bad taste in his mouth and in an attempt to rid himself of those thoughts, he huffs out a sigh and runs his fingers through his hair. He can't risk thinking of something so disheartening and make himself sad. You proposed taking a walk around to clear his head of such thoughts after all and he doesn't want your efforts to go to waste.

"Sanemi," He blinks. How long were you calling his name? He stares at you once again and this time, you're turned and staring over your shoulder at him, who's sat on the steps, your hand now running through the dog's fur. Your smile is still there, but your eyes are dimmed with concern. The sight makes him feel guilty as it dawns on him that he probably worried you.

"Are you alright?" You asked and he responds to you quickly, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

Maybe it was because of how fast he answered you, but you didn't seem convinced. You kept staring at him with a woeful, skeptical look and it broke him, so he rephrases his previous statement, "I was just..thinking about stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" You asked, your hand leaving the dog's at last and getting up from your crouched position in front of the dog, "Want to talk about it?"

"No," He replied, but you walked up to him and sat beside him on the steps anyways and he sighs and says, "I promise it's nothing. Today is your day, so let's do something that focuses on you."

He sees your smile widen, and he finds himself unable to keep eye contact with a work of art such as yourself. He looks away from you, the tips of his ears beginning to burn. He then hears that addicting laugh of yours and he feels his heart thrumming in his chest. Gosh, you were going to be the death of him..

"You're such a sweetheart," No he isn't, was what he wanted to say but decided against it to spare both of you an unnecessary argument. It's a known fact that he's the farthest thing from sweet. That said, when he's in your presence, he can't help but be overly gentle with you. He can't help but touch and caress you as if you were made of priceless gemstones. He can't help but pamper you like you're some kind of princess. That's probably why your perception of him is so skewed compared to others.

You are the only person alive who has that perception of him. You are the only person alive who can set his skin ablaze with something as simple as a poke of your finger. You are the only person alive who'd devote your limited time on making him feel the way you have. You are the only person alive who still saw him a kind light while whispering endearments and kissing him and feeling him years ago when many people around him saw him as a monster.

..And someone so kind, so caring, so compassionate..will no longer be in this world soon. You, who always looked at him like he was the most precious thing in the world will soon perish because you disregarded your own wellbeing during the war and gave your all to bring an end to that abomination named Muzan Kibutsuji.

"Y/n.." He calls, still not looking at you. You hum, waiting on him to continue. Certainly not expecting him to ask, "Would you be willing to waste another lifetime loving me?"

A silence grew between you two and Sanemi would be lying if he said that it didn't hurt not hearing a response from you. He expected it though.

"I don't have much to offer you in this life and I wouldn't be surprised if the same goes for the next. I also can't promise I'll act any better. ..Tch, there's a better chance that I'll be more of a prick in my next life—"

"I would," He grows silent, finally turning his head towards you so that he could look you in the eyes. So that he could scan your facial expression. So that he could find proof that you were lying in your statement just now. But, he doesn't find anything of the sorts and it makes him feel sick—repulsed—at how giddy he feels at the realization that you're dead serious.

"Although, I don't think it'd be a waste of a life," You continued as an afterthought, taking mind to the way he wraps his fingers around the hand that you are leaning on and being as delicate as always as he peels it away from the ground so that he could hold it in his hand.

"If you act even a little like you do now in your next life, I wouldn't mind spend all of eternity with you," He brings your hand up to his face, planting a kiss to the back of your hand before he presses the back of your hand to his forehead and tells you..

"..Thank you for being kind enough..to choose me again."

"You look radiating," He told you. It didn't make your frown turn upside down or even budge as you stared at yourself, sat in a wheelchair; a thick, flowery blanket draped over your legs to keep them warm—not that you could really feel the warmth. Sometime after your 23rd birthday, you stopped feeling the lower half of your body.

"I used to look radiating," You muttered dryly, your only functional eye moving to scrutinize every little scar and wrinkle that ruined your skin. Looking at them made your frown deepened as well as huff out a loud, long, breathy sigh; one that sounded just as tired as you looked in the mirror..

"I don't know why you still wanted me after the war. Look at me.."

"Okay!" Kyojuro said from behind you and just like he's told, his golden, fiery eyes give you a good, long look through the mirror. As the seconds turn into minutes, you find your face heating up. You were ashamed of yourself. Your once smooth skin was littered in painfully permanent cracks, bruises, and blemishes that were caused by mistakes against powerful demons. Your face had more wrinkles than a grandmother despite the fact that you were only in your mid-twenties. Your lips had scars so deep and dark that even the brightest-colored lipstick couldn't hide them.

To put it in simple terms, the sight of yourself made you want to barf.

"I've did what you wanted," He finally says, "Do you know what I see?"

"An ugly, disgusting hag?" You finish for him and you hear a gentle, warm laugh from behind you. It makes a wave of embarrassment ride through the ocean of your stomach. You were being laughed at by your husband. It was humiliating, but you didn't blame him. I mean, you were hideous in your eyes. You probably looked a thousand times worse to other people..

"I see a woman with beautiful eyes that shine like the sun whenever she's happy or proud or upset. A woman who's personality makes me laugh and feel loved and proud. A woman with lips softer than the clouds in the sky even though the words that come out of them usually aren't nearly as fluffy. A woman who's body I always fantasize holding and protecting no matter the attire that covers it. The woman who'd kick me on my butt during a spar and then fret for hours over me getting a tiny cut from chopping vegetables.."

"Y/n, I know that we don't see the same thing, but if I could give you my sight, I know that even you would grow flush from how absolutely breathtaking you are in my eyes."

"Stop," You snap, your head hung low, "Stop," You repeat, but your voice sounds more fragile; like glass cracking bit by bit.

"Stop what?" He crouches down and then slides over so that he's on his knees by your side. His smile is as bright as it was when you first met him all those years ago, "Stop praising my wife?"

"Yes because your wife looks like a freak of nature! A- A demon! A—!"

"—A woman who worked hard and gave her all and pushed past her limits so that me, my family, my friends, and the rest of the world could live in peace," He finishes and then continues, "A woman who sacrificed so much to make sure that no one has to suffer by the hands of a demon ever again.." As he spoke, admiration drips into his voice like sweet honey, "A woman I am honored to call my wife; you."

"Shut up!" You said as you shattered completely, tears filling your eyes without your permission, "Shut up.. Shut up.." You wept.

"I.. I'm not.." And in that moment, something else broke inside of you and you couldn't utter another word. Tears, snot—everything rolled violently down your face and in a pathetic attempt to hide that sight from the world, both of your hands come up to cover your face. And without missing a beat, Kyojuro, smiling from ear to ear, wraps his big, warm arms around you and encases your frail, upper half..

"I love you, Y/n. It truly was, and is, an honor to be your husband."

"What am I going to do, Y/n?" He found himself asking as he gazed up at you from where he laid in your lap. He had been, understandably, anxious and upset all day and to prevent him from wallowing in that sadness until your inevitable demise, you asked him to lay his head down in your lap and allow you to stroke his hair.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. My life was a pathetic mess before I met you.." He shamelessly admits, "I'm nothing without you.."

"I'm positive that you'll be okay," You reassure, or at least, you try to. The look he gives you after you say that makes it clear that your words didn't make him feel better at all.

"Zenitsu, you may find it hard to believe, but you're a strong person. Why else do you think I'm so calm right now?" You ask, and he doesn't say anything as he's unable to find the right words to refute you. It's a step in the right direction, you think.

"I think my husband is more than able to fill my place when I'm gone. I know whatever decision he'll make without me will be from the best intentions. He'll be able to keep our family afloat, protected, and feeling loved and that's all I wish for," You continued, hoping to really drive your words into his head and ease his spirit. Alas, you should've known that Zenitsu will always find a way to be pessimistic whenever it came to himself.

"You overestimate me. I could never replace you," He mumbles, "Compared to you, I'm- Ow!" He sucks in a sharp wince through his teeth and his hand comes up to cover the top of his head which was now in pain. You had landed a firm flick to the center top of his head and to say that it hurt like a bitch would be an understatement.

"You underestimate yourself," You retort. Your hands peeling his away so that you could gently comb your fingers through that area of his scalp as if to nonverbally apologize. He accepts the apology quickly and his hands go back to fiddling with each other atop his stomach.

"I just..don't get what you see in me.." He finally confesses, "I'm overjoyed that you were willing to marry me and even have my kids. It's just..I don't see why you'd do that.." And you sigh at him and he sees you shake your head.

"Hopefully you will eventually.." You say as you lean down. Zenitsu eyes fall close involuntarily and after a moment, he feels you brush aside his hair and press your lips to his forehead. Even when you part from him, he could still feel tingles..

As you straighten your position and gaze down at your husband once again, you can't help but chuckle at the sight of him looking up at you with his face sparkling in a strawberry blush and his pupils glowing with his love for you. There's also the silly look of his bangs being pushed away to reveal the big red kiss-shaped stain in the center that really pulls the sight together.

He looked like an idiot in love, which I guess isn't too far from the truth.

"My wish is that one day, you'll be able to look in the mirror and see what I've seen for almost an entire decade; a tough, talented, stunning man with a personality like no one I've ever seen and a heart of gold to boot."

"How are you feeling?" Kanae asked, sitting at your bedside. The question earns a grin from you.

"However one is supposed to feel when they're about to die," You replied and you notice your girlfriend's expression change to one of realization to a more abashed look.

"I'm sorry, that was a pointless question.." She mumbled and your shoulders shook a little from you trying to control your laughter.

"No, no. It's okay, love. You were just trying to make sure I was comfortable," You said before patting the bed, "Now, c'mon. I wanna lay with you one last time."

Her smile drops completely at that. One last time..right. This will be the last time you two will be able to do this..or do anything together. Her teeth grits behind her lips at the thought. She won't be able to spend anymore time with you. No more dates or little walks or tending to the garden together. When you're gone, that'll be the end of all of that..

It's hard to accept, but not accepting it would be immature and that's the last thing she is. And so, although reluctant, she gets up, crawls into bed, and lays by your side. You waste no time in pulling her closer until her chest hits yours and you're able to lean your head into her shoulder.

There's a silence for a while as you simply take the time to breathe in her scent. She always smelled so nice, like the flowers she grows in the garden. It's light, not too potent, but addictively sweet.

"Man, this sucks," You murmur, "Dying just before the big battle.. How unlucky is that?" She seriously couldn't believe you and she couldn't help but show it on her face for a moment. You were about to die and what you're upset about..is not being able to fight against Kibutsuji? It leaves a bad taste in her mouth knowing that in the end, you're thinking of someone like him instead of..

No. Perish the thought, Kanae. Thoughts like that are selfish and infantile. As a demon slayer, you of all people should understand that feeling of discontentment.

"Forgive me for saying this, but I'm actually glad that you'll have to opt out of this fight," She says and you hum as your interest is peaked, "And why is that? Because you don't want me to get hurt?" You ask and she nods against you.

"Of course," She says and you huff at how dumb your question was. You then mumble out, "Right.."

Silence envelopes the room once again like an awkward hug. Neither of you knew what to say. There were things you could say, but since you were both trying to avoid sobbing into each others' arms for the rest of the night, neither of you said them aloud. On the other hand, trying to force this half-assed casual conversation doesn't feel the best..

And so, you let out a shaky breath in an attempt to quell your nerves as you whisper to her, "I'm scared, Kanae.. I don't want to die.."

And her grip around you tightens as she whispers back, "I'm scared too. But, it's okay if we're both scared because that means we can comfort each other for the rest of the night,"

You can feel her hands trembling on your thigh and you crane your neck so that you can get a full glance at her smile which poorly covered her nervous expression in the darkness. Seeing it kind of felt like a breath of fresh air..

"I'd like that.." You said in the end, "I'd like that a lot.."

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Someone New 6

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Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

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Things don’t become comfortable, but familiar. You get into a routine, one which smears the days and nights into the other. The landscape helps with that. The sun is fleeting, even in July. The days are longer but it’s not anywhere as stifling or humid as New York. Like everything else, it’s different.

The man at the fish place, Frederik, knows your name. His wife, Inga too. When you walk in the door, they put your order to fry before you even get to the counter. They’re friendly and warm. It’s nice to have some smiling faces when you can hardly muster the same.

They like to ask you about New York; they’re finally planning a big trip to America after twenty-five years together. They remind you of Marigold and her bakery. You long for one of her eclairs and her chatty demeanour. Just another thing to miss.

As you sit down at a table near the window to eat in, your phone goes off. You answer as you read Sam’s name across the screen. He’s the only one you’ve talked to in the last month. Nearly two now. August is close.

“Yo, yo, girly pop,” he sings from the other end.

“Girly pop? Sam,” you chide as you hover a thick cut fry before your mouth.

“Chicky poo, nope. Girly pop, nope. I’ll get there,” he teases, “finally got a hold of you.”

“Uh, yeah, the site is far. No signal,” you shrug and take a bite.

“I know, I'm just needy,” he kids. “So, you hitting the spa? Summer’s going fast.”

“Not yet,” you swallow. “Sam, there’s a lot of work here and it’s just me. The only help I get is from a local student volunteer and they do three hours a week.”

“Oof, why does your work sound so boring?” He groans

“Hey!”

“Well, I mean, digging up dirt all day, tell me you’re not going mad. You making friends? No one to cool, I hope. I’m still your number one guy.”

“Not really. It’s tough. Long hours. I don’t know,” you stare out the window as you toy with the bamboo fork.

“If you were going to hide all day in a hovel, you could’ve stayed in New York,” he sighs.

“Sam, I’m trying. Really. It’s... It’s going to take some time.”

“Right,” he agrees grimly. “Time. A year is not that long.”

You hum and lean back in the chair. You’re not as hungry as you were. You close up the container and stand.

“I know, alright?” You sniff as you tidy the table and grab your food, “but this isn’t a vacation.”

“It’s also not a missionary trip,” he retorts. “I’m not tryna be a dick here, I’m helping. You need this.”

You push out into the street and cluck. Silence. You don’t know what to say. He’s right and just like ever day, the conversation is the same. Over and over. It’s going to drive you crazy.

“More sunlight this time of year, good for work--”

“No more work talk,” he interjects, “if you don’t got anything fun going on, I'll just have to make you jealous. Some good old fashioned FOMO. Hm, me and Bucky went to Jersey.”

“Jersey? Why?” You take the bait, happy for the distraction.

“Oh, yeah, I told him there was a vintage bike for sale there.”

“You told him that but...”

“There wasn’t. I just wanted to see him interact with the locals. The old ladies love him but the men... well, I think he might have a warrant out now.”

“No, Sam, what the hell?” You exclaim as you stroll along. “Are you trying to get him killed?”

“Hey, I got his back. Just like I got yours. It was just a prank.”

“Wait, Sam, where exactly did you take him in Jersey?”

“Some cribbage club, I don’t know. I saw a page for it online. Thought he’d fit in--”

“They were old?”

“They match his energy,” he snorts.

You can’t help but laugh. It feels good. Just that little bit of home. Your amusement is dampened as your heart sinks. You really were so stupid. You didn’t see what you had all around you; Bucky, Sam, more than just Steve. Now it’s all behind you and going back won’t be the same as before.

💟

There’s tension in the air. It’s going to rain. You suspect your day will be cut short by the gathering clouds but your persist. No use in running. Again.

The last time you left in fear of a storm, it waited until the next day. So you sit, boots set in the dirty, hunched over as you carefully trace out the strange lump. It’s more than sediment. Bone but not a skeleton. Likely animal and bent into some tool. You have to be delicate. It’s not like the movies, you can’t just dig your hand in and rip it out.

Your earbud drones as a retro R&B playlist keeps your mind at focus. You wipe your forehead with the back of your glove, feeling the flecks of dirt cling to your skin. You ignore it and press on. Just a little more, a little more.

It’s bigger than you expect. Just as you think it might come free, you find it goes further down. You can make out the jagged break and the hide wrapping at it’s base. A spear of some sort.

You roll your shoulders out and put your tools down on the open role. You peel of the gloves and reach for the tall insulated bottle of water. You gulp, your throat cooling nicely at the flow. You cap the bottle and clear your throat, listening to the silence of the mountain.

Yet it isn’t quiet. You glance around at the subtle scratching, a strange tapping across the ground. It could be vermin. It’s not unusual to disturb a nest of one thing or another on a dig but they usually leave early on.

You put the bottle down and shove your hand back into a glove. A puffy breath comes over the scratching. Several breaths in quick succession, as if there’s something sniff. You keep your other glove in your grip and stand. Your legs are so cramped that your steps are stiff and stunted.

As you search for the source, there’s a yipe and a fuzzy shape catches your eye. You tilt your head, thoroughly confused at the barking beast. You’re not certain that chihuahuas are native to Norway. At least, you wouldn’t assume so.

The ashy blond dog has longer fur along its ears and chest and a white bolt down its chest. You can tell it isn’t wild despite its behaviour as it is finely groomed and wears a bright red collar. You approach the fence as it hops, stopping only to try to dig beneath with its dirtied paws.

“Hi, buddy,” you near the eager dog, “how’d you get up here?”

You stop just across from the dog and poke your fingers through the fence. It stops, you think a ‘he’, and sniffs your fingers. His cold nose tickles you and you wiggle until you can pet his head. The little thunderbolt emblem on hiss collar peeks through his mane. There might be some information there.

“Thunder!” The booming voice sounds like the very thing it decries, “Thunder, you pest, where’re you off too?”

There’s a crunching of soil and rock along the mountain pass as the dog growls and barks again, turning to face the skewing of a towering shadow. You watch in shock at the approach. You didn’t think there was life so far up. That or someone has chosen a rather treacherous hiking trail.

The dog, you assume ‘Thunder’, bounces back and forth in anticipation of his own, calling to him with his pitchy yaps. The man appears around the jagged rock and you feel the air knocked from your chest. You slowly reach to take out your earbud and tuck it in a pocket.

Wow. You blink to make sure it’s real. To be certain this isn’t some trick of the mind or this ancient land. Maybe the gods are real here.

He’s tall and broad and handsome. His canvas jacket does little to conceal his muscular build as his jeans are snug to his thick thighs. You think he’s even bigger than Steve. You wince at the reminder of the man but it quickly flits away. You can’t ignore the man before you with his golden tresses twisted back into a low bun, stray strands wisping forward to frame his stony jaw and stormy blue eyes.

You stand gaping through the fence as the man flinches in fright. His gaze meet yours and his cheeks tinge pink as he gives a crooked grin, “ah, Thunder, my darling, you’ve found a friend.”

He whistles and the dog lunges forward. He picks up the chihuahua, their size difference almost comical as he cradles him in one arm. You can’t think of a thing to say. You can barely think.

You snap your mouth shut and clear your throat. Work. That’s what you should be doing.

“Hello,” the man nears the other side of the fence before you can move away, “I’ve been wondering what this is all about. The signs...” he points with his thumb over his shoulder.

“Oh, uh,” you peer around as if lost. You sort of are. “A dig. Er. Grant,” you stammer out. You take a breath and still your mind, “I work with an archeological society in New York. We’ve been sponsored by your national board to exhume this site.”

“Ah, yes, makes sense,” he lowers his brows thoughtfully as the dog squirms in his hold, yiping and biting at his sleeve. “Forgive me, she is rather uncouth.” He raises the dog higher and she wiggles in his arm. You see it now, definitely a pampered girl. “This is Thunder. She lives up to her namesake, eh?”

“Uh, yeah,” you give a brittle smile, unsure.

“Thor,” he dips his chin down, “I live just up the pass.”

“You do?” You wonder curiously. “All the way up here?”

“Oh yes, if you saw the old haunt, you might just want to dig that up too,” he jokes. “We usually go up the pass, towards the river.”

“The river?”

“Yes, you mustn’t stray far from here,” he remarks as he raises a hand to lean on the fence, only to nearly tip the unanchored grating. “Oooh, apologies,” he rights himself with a laugh, “anyhow, it is nice to see a new face around here. Better to have a name for it.”

“Right, uh,” you offer your name and giggle nervously, “it’s just me on-site, guess I forget my manners.”

“Not to worry. As the resident mountain man, my etiquette does lack,” he winces as Thunder chomps on his thumb knuckle, “eh, you monster, alright.” He holds her up and she pokes her nose through the fence, “she loves new people. Not so keen on the old.”

“She's cute,” you scratch her nose and she licks your fingers. “Not exactly a native species.”

“Who knows where she came from? Found the little dragon in the woods. Suppose someone left her there. She was covered in mud, so small I though she was a bloody toad,” he muses as he brings her back against his chest and rocks her, “it was only her thunderous barks which told me otherwise, isn’t that right, darling?”

He makes a kissy noise at her and her fluffy tail wags wildly against him. You smile more genuinely. It is nice to have another living thing around after digging up the broken and dead for so long.

“So you’re from New York?” He asks abruptly, his blue eyes rolling over you like a tide.

“Yeah,” you utter breathily, “yes, New York.”

“You’ve been here a while?”

“Couple months,” you shift and twist your glove.

“Wonderful, and you’ve done much exploring? You must live in town.”

“About three hours,” you point towards the gravelly road, “haven’t had much time for sightseeing but I found a good fish shop.”

“A shop? That’s no good. We catch our own fish, fry ‘em up over the pit,” he says, “that’s the way we do it up here.”

You nod, “sounds fun. Well, er,” you turn halfway and look around, your eyes skimming up to the cloudy sky, “I should probably hustle. Looks like rain.”

“That it does but it won’t be ‘til midnight,” he assures.

“You think it’ll hold out?”

“I know so,” he affirms and lingers by the fence, trying to see past you, “what exactly are you uncovering over there?”

“Not much so far,” you pull on your loose glove.

“You must know what this place was. A raider’s camp.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm, yes, the raiders would camp upon the pass away from those who might come ashore, then go off themselves to find a coast to reap,” he explains.

“And how do you know all that?” You ask as you tramp back to your place in the dirt.

“Suppose some of my ancestors camped here with them,” he offers casually, “for so long as we’ve been up here. Once the viking scamps settled, they had to find a home somewhere. Some fellow named Agmundr or another built a stone house further up.”

“Admundr? Family?” You prompt.

“Distant,” he assures, “been some time and that stone house is now a foundation.”

You get down to your knees as you grab your brush and peek over at him, “thanks for the information. I’ll have to add it to the land report. Have them crosscheck in the archives.”

“Not at all. You won’t find it all on your paper, you know? We carry or history on our tongues here.”

“Sure,” you say as you bend over the spearhead and start again.

“You don’t mind if I watch? I always did love history and I’ve never seen a proper dig before.”

“Not much going on, I’m afraid,” you shrug, “but if you want.”

“Thunder will have a tantrum if I go,” he chuckles, “she likes you.”

“Hm,” you scoff, “she is very outspoken.”

You set your eyes on your task but can’t shake the awareness of your audience. It’s not too unusual. There were a few digs you did early on in the heart of the city and people loved to ogle you. This is different. Just the two of you. A stranger even. Friendly as he is, you’re happy for the fence, even if it is rather flimsy.

“Those bones aren’t for you,” he says to the dog as she wriggles in his grasp. “Let’s find a stick then, you little pest.”

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GOODBYE KISS

Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x reader Genre: Fluff, established relationship Warning: None A/N: Just a small drabble after a long break. I actually forget that the millions of scenarios and fanfics ideas in my head aren't gonna write itself. "Its getting late, you should go....." you mumbled to your boyfriend, breaking away from his kiss. "I have 10 minutes more," he stated, capturing your lips once again, his big hands rubbing your back up and down, down and up, soothing you from whatever stressed and doubt you had before. He always did that. Kisses you senseless until you forgot all about the world around you and the only thing you can feel was his presence and his lips dancing with yours. "Don't wanna go tonight~" he whined, pulling out but still holding your chin as he looked at you lovingly. You chuckled," You never wanna go, Gyu" "Don't wanna leave you." he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer as he placed soft little kisses on your cheeks and forehead, making you giggle. His embrace was so warm, so comfortable and so perfect. Like his arms were made to hold you. Like you were made for each other, after all. You almost felt selfish, wanting him to keep him all to yourself. Maybe make him stay tonight. You knew he would if you just say the word but the rational side you of you knew he had to go. There were other people out there who needed him too. And right now, his fans needed him. "Are you gonna miss me while I'm gone?" he asked, looking at you with those golden eyes that always made your heart skip a beat. "Of course, baby. Will miss you every minute and every second. " You answered, smiling at him. He smiled back, content with the assurance. "DO you --" he was cut off by the horn honking from outside your shared apartment several times a row. Beomgyu groaned, hesitantly retracting his arms from your waist. "ARGHHH!! don't wanna go yet..." he pouted. You smiled, standing up and cupping his cheek. "Just 3 to 4 weeks baby. Then I'm all yours again. You can do it for me, right?" He nodded. For you? Yes, he could. "Don't skip meals and drink lots of water. And I'll call you whenever I'm free. I love you a lot, okay?" You smiled, " I know, baby. I love you more." You said, pulling him into a hug that he melts into. His soft chuckle vibrating in your ear. "Gonna marry you one day." he whispered. The horn honked once again. This time, longer and more consistent. You laughed together before making your way to the door. "Goodnight, sweetheart. Have a good sleep tonight, hm." He said, walking out the door. "You too, honey. Let me know when you reached." you smiled as you watched Beomgyu make his way to the black limo standing outside. His head turn every second, smiling and waving at you until he was inside and the limo drove off. You sigh, closing the door and making your way inside the house that felt too empty without the presence of your boyfriend. You turned on the lights of the kitchen, ready to do the dishes you procrastinated to spend more time with him. You were putting on the apron when you heard the front door open. Your heart skipping a beat at the possibility of a robbery, until you heard the familiar footsteps. "Huh? Gyu, did you forget some---" in a second, you were swiped off the ground, the apron falling from your hands as Beomgyu held you, placing a passionate kiss on your lips. It didn't take long for you to respond, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting go of the world once more. His kisses always felt like that. Passionate enough to make you think you were dreaming. He pulled out first, grinning at you with twinkling eyes as he spoke. "I forgot my goodbye kiss."

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moonselune · 3 months

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could you write wyll gale and astarion with a clingy very overly affectionate reader :0 thanks!!

a little bit of fluff to soothe the soul x

Gale:

Gale loved your affectionate nature, but it was also the reason his stack of unfinished books kept growing taller. He found it nearly impossible to concentrate on his studies and research with you constantly draped around him.

"My dear, how am I supposed to finish reading this tome if you're always like this?" he asked, though his tone was more amused than annoyed.

"Who needs books when you have me?" you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your cheek to his. "I am a font of all knowledge."

"Oh really, tell me then-mmpf" Gale was cut off by a kiss to his lips, you didn't have to answer his question if he couldn't ask it. Gale sighed, a soft smile playing on his lips. He could never stay mad at you. The warmth of your body against his and the way you always wanted to be close to him was endearing.

"I suppose the ancient spells and histories can wait a little longer," he conceded, closing the book and setting it aside.

You grinned, triumphant, and nestled closer to him. Gale would often find himself torn between his love for knowledge and his love for you. But in those moments, with you so close and content, the choice was easy. He'd happily wrap his arms around you, hold you close, and let the world of books and spells fade away, if only for a while.

Astarion:

Astarion adored how much you wanted to be close to him. Your need to be intertwined with him was a constant reminder of the deep bond you shared. However, it also meant that letting go, even for a moment, was always a struggle.

"Must you cling to me so, darling?" he asked one morning, though his tone was light and teasing as he tried to extricate himself from your embrace.

"Yes," you replied simply, your arms tightening around him.

Astarion chuckled, shaking his head. "And what if I have to go out?"

"Then I'll come with you," you said, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

He sighed dramatically, though he was clearly enjoying the attention. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"But you love it," you countered.

"Indeed, I do," he admitted, brushing a strand of hair from your face and the two of you remained there until Lae'zel dragged the both of you out by your ankles.

Whenever he had to leave, you had a devious response. You would bat your eyelashes, comment that he looked a bit tired and offered him your blood, knowing he could never refuse. He would then return to your arms, and happily suckle on your veins. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, and of course, he couldn't just abandon you after the gracious gift you just gave him. It was perfect.

Until he realised what you were doing.

"I mean honestly, did you really think I was some pup you could train!?" Astarion flounced across the tent and you sat on your bedroll, smiling guiltily. When he caught you, his outrage continued. "Don't smile, darling, I'm very upset at you!"

There was absolutely no conviction in his tone, and you bit your lip before opening your arms to him. "Sorry, Want to kiss and make up?"

"....well, how could I say no?"

Wyll:

Wyll loved the way you were so affectionate with him. Your constant need to touch, hug, and be close to him was a balm to his often stressful life as a hero and protector. He cherished every moment of it, even though it often left him flustered in public.

"My beloved, not here," he would murmur, his cheeks tinged with a blush as you hugged him from behind, your arms draped over his shoulders while he was trying to talk with a merchant in the marketplace.

"But why not, Wyll?" you teased, pressing a kiss to his neck and watching with satisfaction as he stammered and the merchant chuckled knowingly.

He relished in your affection but couldn't help getting embarrassed when others were around. The look of adoration in his eyes, however, never wavered. When you were alone, he was more than happy to reciprocate your affection. He'd pull you into his lap, kiss your forehead, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

One evening, while the two of you were at a formal gathering, you couldn't resist the urge to slip your hand into his and lean against his shoulder. His friends and acquaintances looked on with amusement and envy.

"Y/N, dearest, you're making it hard for me to concentrate," he whispered, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Good, I like it when you're all flustered." you replied cheekily, nuzzling his neck. Despite the public embarrassment, Wyll wouldn't trade your affection for anything.

Little bit short, but hope you all enjoy it x - Seluney xox

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Scream For Me Doll~ Ghostface!Ellie x F!Reader

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ITS FINALLY FUCKING HEREEEEEE!!!

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GHOSTFACE!ELLIE AI AUDIOS HERE!!

Before I even start-

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PLEASE READ ALL OF THE WARNINGS BEFORE YOU INDULGE IN THIS FIC!!

I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to finally finish this fic, I wanted to make it the best I could for you deranged Beauties~. I will say though, I only proofread half of it (I'll proofread the other half later - sorry I just wanted to post it already heeheheh~) so any mistakes I apologize they will be fixed in the future!

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This fic IS NOT for everyone, so please if it isn't your cup of tea...move on. Any type of hate sent my way I ask for it to not be anonymous so I can do you the justice and block you straight up. This fic contains the following: (If I forget to put a TW please let me know so I can add it on!!)

LOTS of dark themes, Filthy smut, Knife play, Blood play, Self harm (Ellie's behalf - slightly intentional - she cuts herself on the blade), Degradation (Very minor), Possessiveness, Stalking, Cursing, Deranged reader and Ellie, Mentions of murder/killing.

I think that's it - again if I missed anything please let me know. BUT that's about it folks, hope you Beauties~ enjoy!! (7839 Words)

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The sound of breathing was the only thing to be heard, Ellie’s warm breath bouncing off the flesh of the mask and back into her own. She learned very quickly how to stay quiet in situations like these. Her robe almost touched the floor, flowing right along with her movements. The sun had set hours before, a warm yellow moon took its place. Darkness cascades over the town, it was during these hours where she thrived the most. The shadows made for her stalk within the night, hiding all of her secrets in its shroud. She slowly creeps towards your window, forever thankful that your room was located on the first floor.

A lot of her nights were spent like this. Reveling in her recent victims over the weeks to then come and celebrate by watching you at your most vulnerable. You weren’t on her hit list, far from it actually. Her obsession for you was different, not one of bloodlust. Although she’d love to see the deep velvet color of your blood drip down your stomach. The tip of her blade digging into your skin, not too hard, not too soft, but enough to pierce the skin. She’d imagine rubbing her gloved thumb across the liquid, smearing it towards your hip bone. Where she’d then grip your waist, squeezing the soft flesh in her palm.

Her true bloodlust was for the imbeciles who fell into her traps, never clever enough to understand the gravity of the situation they’ve put themselves in. What genius would walk through an alleyway alone after a night of drinking? Or answer a phone call in the deep hours of the night? Only idiots would and Ellie hated the idiots of the world. The ones who deserved to be silenced by her blade, one less ignorant human on this planet. She saw the evils she committed as an act of justice. Just what society needed, one less idiot to exist. But fuck there were so many. That’s why she enjoyed you the most. You weren’t like them.

The way you were always aware of your surroundings, keeping up on the latest murders of the month. Those murders being her own work of course. She saw the way your eyes lit up at the idea of figuring out who the infamous Ghostface was. You were determined, it was cute in your own way. Ellie was always one step ahead though, she knew about your obsession with the slasher. Being your close friend was her advantage to the game. It was her fun version of tag, except for the fact that you were unaware you were playing it with her. Coming so close to touching her, the tips of your fingers stretched out wide but she was able to run and hide. You having to start all over again just when you were so close. She loved when you got close.

She’d listen to all the theories you’d come up with about who Ghostface could be. You’ve gotten close a few times, even if it was jokingly pointing the finger at her. You’d laugh off the idea of Ellie being Ghostface. It’s too hard to believe your childhood friend who you’ve spent every waking moment with to be the one. You told her she didn’t have the guts to commit such acts, too blinded by the nurturing friendship the two of you shared. As clever as you were, in which Ellie respected, you always missed that one piece.

There was a moment that she did want to tell you, to scream it off the rooftops or to stand outside your house with it written in bold letters. Hey, it’s me! I’m Ghostface! Surprised huh? But she knew that’d be too risky, as much as she trusts you with her life she doesn’t fully know if you’d be able to keep this under the wraps. Would you run away screaming, telling the first officer you see? Or is there that slight chance that you’d be alright with it…

This was another fantasy Ellie loved to live in. You overjoyed with the fact that she was the one. Running up to her and caressing her mask, blood staining the tips of your fingers just moments after her fresh kill. But she knew better. Out of all the secrets you two shared, this was the only one she kept to herself.

Little did she know you had secrets of your own. Your obsession with the slasher didn’t just end at finding out who it was. You wanted them for yourself. You wanted to trace their mask with your fingers, dragging them down the oversized robe and over to their gloved hand. You dreamt of grabbing that hand that yielded the knife. Tracing it up your chest to your delicate throat. To feel the cool blade against your skin would welcome heat that would pool between your thighs. You wanted them to use you how they wanted, bending at their will, doing whatever for them. It was a fucked up fantasy you couldn’t stop. But did you truly want it to stop?

You had to bite your tongue every time you talked to Ellie about them. She was intrigued with your theories, always ready to listen in on the newest piece of evidence you brought up. But you didn’t want to face the judgment of her words when you told her the main reason you wanted to see what was behind the mask. You imagined her reaction once. You didn’t imagine it again after that.

As she peers in she feels her chest swell up. It never felt any different for her, you always made her feel a certain way. Especially during these times. When she had the mask on, it changed her. She became a different person, she felt free. She felt like her true self. It was funny in a way, usually people put on a mask to hide their identity. But it wasn’t the same for Ellie, it brought out the worst in her. She loved every second of it.

You were fast asleep in your bed, legs in a tangled mess with your blankets. Your brows were furrowed, tightly knit together. She was curious as to what you were dreaming about. Was it a nightmare? Troubles from something that happened earlier in the day? It took everything in her to not climb in through your window, coming close to you to smoothen out the lines between your brows. Her eyes trailed down to your lips, taking in how soft they looked. How badly she wanted to glide her gloved fingers across them. Just to hook them into the side of your mouth and pull back the flesh, making you smile like the joker.

Her nightly ritual would soon come to an end. Much to her disappointment she had to go back to being the regular old Ellie. The Ellie no one suspected was Ghostface. She took in your features one last time before descending back into the night, the darkness consuming her once again.

Finding the abandoned shed by her house she shed herself of her shroud and mask, putting them away in her pack. She returned home shortly after, unlocking her door with her key. She couldn't wait to also get some rest. Unbothered to do anything else besides sleep she threw her pack across the room. Flopping into the bed it didn’t take long for her to be whisked away into lust filled dreams of your face.

The next morning came in a hurry. Ellie woke up in a sweat, the stuffy heat of the summer causing her clothes to stick to her skin. It didn’t help that she fell asleep with her jeans and t-shirt on, too tired the night before to change into something more comfortable. Her hand reaches over on her nightstand, grabbing her phone she checks the time, 11 a.m. It wouldn’t be long until you’re knocking at the door, you both had previously made plans to go out today. Finally having a matching day off you didn’t want to waste it away, even with the stupid curfew in place. Jackson didn’t have much to do but you both made it work. Your favorite spot was going deep into the forest, dangerous yes, but you enjoyed the quiet serene scene. The only sounds being what nature wanted to sing to you that day.

Today would probably be one of those forest days. The overwhelming buzz of fear that clouded the skies of Jackson was starting to be too much for you to handle. You wanted, no needed, a mini escape from it all. And who better to escape all of it with none other than your loyal friend. She understood how you felt, how sick of the people you were. She understood it all too well.

Ellie placed the phone back down on the nightstand, rubbing her eyes as she sat herself up. Letting out a sigh she climbs out of bed and goes to get ready for the day. It doesn’t take long until you’re knocking at her door. Toothbrush in her hand she rushes over to let you in. Your soft smile sends flutters to her stomach, precious as always. She sends a smile back your way, standing off to the side to let you in. You were wearing a regular t-shirt and shorts that hugged your thighs just right, she couldn’t help her eyes from checking you out. After you walk in she closes the door and returns to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

You walk over to the door to the bathroom, leaning against the frame watching her finish up. You gave her a knowing look and she knew what would come out of your mouth before you even said it.

“New evidence?” She asks.

Your grin widens, “Maybe…”

“Spill, now.”

This happened often, you’d have some new “gossip” about the killer from your unresting research. While Ellie would sit and listen, wanting to know how close you’ve gotten this time.

“So you remember a week ago when that random man was murdered?”

Ellie pretends to think about it for a second. She knew exactly who you were referring to, he was a tough one. His extreme persistence to survive almost caused him to escape her grasp, almost. She nods at you.

“Well apparently he put up a fight.”

Ellie’s face cringed, thinking back on the memory. Her expression quickly changed to a confused one, now wondering how you knew about his persistence.

“I know I know, the only reason I found this out is because of someone sharing some info on Reddit.” She waits for you to continue on. “So their Dad is a cop blah blah, shit no one cares for. But because of this he gets inside info. So get this, they found a piece of the handle to the blade Ghostface used to kill him. There’s some overly complicated science as to how they know he struggled. But the piece of it gives them a slight advantage on what weapon the killer uses. It’s honestly crazy how the knife broke. It’s said that the Buck 120 is very durable, some luck huh?”

Fuck-

Ellie knew her mistake but didn’t think it would be found so soon. By the time she realized the piece had fallen off it had already been too late. That night she was consumed with the need to see you. Specially after that persistent fuck gave her such a hard time. The stress of it all ate her alive, for once she feared she would be discovered if he was able to escape her grasp. Luckily with one hard strike she was able to finally take him down. Enraged after the fact she kept up the hard strikes at his weak skin. Definitely a blood bath, all the emotions clouded her mind. She didn’t realize that her harsh slashes may be the one thing to bring her demise. When she saw you that night all the stress seemed to disappear. She returned home that night, dread still heavy on her head. Seeing you truly did help her but soon as she left you it all came back. The next morning was when she saw the lost piece in her handle. Cursing herself at her stupidity, it was too late. She never goes back to a kill, no matter how satisfying or difficult. It was too risky, the bodies were found usually a day or so after she ended them.

Ellie snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of your voice. “Earth to Ellie, you there?”

She rinses her toothbrush and spits out the paste in her mouth to answer you.

“Yeah.” She laughs it off, “Sorry. Just thinkin’ about what you said.”

You tuck in your lips nodding slowly at her words. “It’s crazy to think about isn’t it? I’ll find out who it is eventually I know it.”

“Oh you do now?” Ellie forgets about her previous thoughts. More interested in your words instead.

“Mhm~ You know how close I’ve gotten.”

“I also know how many times it’s slipped from you too.”

“Whatever, I don’t wanna hear this shit talk when I find out who it is. I’ll prove everyone wrong.”

Sure you will. Ellie thinks, “I’m gonna talk shit regardless. You know this.”

You laugh at her words, “You’re right. Anyways hurry up, I wanna be out as long as I can before curfew.”

Ellie finishes up what she has to, not wanting to keep you waiting. As she gets her things together you go to sit on the couch, patiently waiting. After she’s done you both head for the front door. Before you can leave Ellie mutters a hold on forgetting one last thing. She goes back into her room before descending out with her guitar case in hand. You smile warmly at her. You always loved when she would bring her guitar. Playing the tunes you were never tired of hearing. You opened the door for her letting her exit with her case. Following her out you both took off to the calming forest. Letting go of all the troubles that plagued your minds.

After a few hours you and Ellie made it back to her house. The time spent in nature was a refresher you both needed. Similar reasons neither of you were aware of. The two of you didn’t eat the whole day so you both agreed to get food once settled in Ellie’s home. Not wanting the night with you to end Ellie made sure to invite you over after. She knew she’d be around you. Regardless if you stayed or not. She could either have you here or have you through your window. As much as she did enjoy the latter, she wanted to be around you as long as you’d allow. Even if it was when she was regular Ellie.

The both of you settled down onto the couch. Ellie loaded a game up to pass the time, knowing you’d enjoy watching her play. Ellie made you comfortable no matter the situation, being in her presence made you feel such a relief. A relief no one could provide in the same way that she can. You were scrolling through restaurants in the area on your phone. Stretched out sideways along the couch. Your back against the armrest and your legs over Ellie’s as she sat regularly. Her arms were resting on your lower thighs, fingers pressing away at the buttons. She told you to pick what you wanted, not caring what you’d order. She’d eat whatever you put in front of her anyway. You didn’t want anything too crazy, just something comforting and simple. Which is why you decided on pizza, can’t get more simple than that.

“I’m gonna get us some pizza.” You look up at Ellie from your phone.

Her eyes were trained on the screen, “Sounds good to me.” She shrugged slightly, replying.

“Okay I’ll get us a large and a drink as well.”

Ellie throws a quick glance in your direction, “My card should be in my pack in the room.”

“I can just buy it Ellie…”

“Fuck no.” When she looks back at you, this time she doesn’t break eye contact, “I invited you over to eat so I pay for it, yeah?”

You didn’t bother to argue back with her, you’d lose in the end. You always did. You mumbled alright and she lifted up her arms so you could slip off the couch. The warmth of your legs were gone, causing her to shiver from the cool feeling of her air conditioner.

You walked over into her room searching around for her pack. Your eyes scan the room when they finally land on it thrown over into the corner. You walk over kneeling down to open it up, digging through it you suddenly feel a sharp sting on your finger. Pulling your hand back from the pack with an ow you look hold your hand to see blood dripping from your middle finger.

“What the fuck?” You mumble.

Instead of making the mistake to dig around unaware again you slowly pull open the sides of the pack, opening it up to peek at what's inside. Your brows furrow at the black cloth harshly shoved in it. Slowly pulling it out to examine it an object flops to the floor. Snapping your head down your eyes widen, You can feel the blood draining from your face. A sharp flutter fills your stomach, it was a mask. But not any mask, a Ghostface mask. Picking it up with your free hand to examine it you now notice the red splatters, it stands out from the contrast of the bold white mask. Is that…blood? You think to yourself, it can’t be. This is a joke, there's no way she’s Ghostface. You smirk to yourself, was she really trying to fuck with you like this? She’s done stupid jokes before but never went as far as buying the costume to trick you. Some tricks, huh. Nice try Ellie.

Did she really think you were that naive? You were going to get up and confront her when the sting of your finger got your attention again. You almost forgot about the cut, you then realized that nothing in your hands could’ve sliced you like that. Don’t tell me she bought a knife too, oh Ellie-. You reached into the pack again, carefully this time knowing your chances of getting cut again were high. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your throat when you saw the light shine off the blade, she really outdid herself this time. You grasp the handle and bring it out from the bag, it was the exact kind of knife Ghostface used. The knife had the smeared red on the blade as well.

One part of you couldn’t believe the lengths she’s gone this time to fuck with your “investigation.” But the other part of you couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of her going this far. She didn’t truly know what these things did to you. If it was her, which was a long shot, you wondered how much easier everything would be. Not having to worry about who was behind the mask, not that you really cared, but it was something that crossed your mind. What if it was someone you couldn’t stand, would you be able to still keep up that fantasy of them? Could you still keep it up if it was Ellie? Your feelings for Ellie were that of a roller coaster. In friendship terms everything was smooth sailing, there’s no one else on the planet you could trust your life with more. But when it came to the topic of it being more than a friendship, that was a different story. You can’t say you never had feelings for her, you have. You just pushed them down when you realized how badly it could ruin everything. Plus you had no idea, doubted even, that she liked you the same. So you buried your own feelings deep inside, not daring to let them out again. Sometimes though she’d do things that made you shiver. That would cause those feelings to bubble over again, reaching for nothing but the disappointment you’d give them when you continued to shove them under again.

Although, to know that she did this all for you made those feelings bubble over again. Could she have a clue about your true intentions of wanting who was behind that mask? Is that why she went this far? To make you believe it? To fall for her instead of the true Ghostface? No, she wouldn’t, it’s just a dumb prank.

You laughed at your thoughts, going the extra mile once again, your delusions would constantly take control when the masked killer was involved. You twirl the knife in your hands one last time before you decide to put it down. As you check it for the last time your fingers smooth over something rough on the handle. Curious, you look at what the disturbed surface could be.

As you study the handle your heart drops. No, no, no- this can’t be happening, you think. You can feel the anxiety swell up in your chest. You forget how to breathe, your thoughts racing a million miles a minute. All of the countless hours you spent searching, all of the sleepless nights you’ve had. The endless amount of research you would study, day after day. Stuck scrolling on your computer not resting until you get so close to finding out who it could be. The theories of all the different people you had, you even bought a cork board to help your search. You pulled some crazy shit you kept to yourself to find out where or who they could be. Putting yourself in danger in hopes that you’ll be the slasher's “next prey.”

All of this for what? For it to be your best friend this whole time. The one person you were so sure of it not being. Fuck you felt so stupid. You grew up with her, you knew her better than you knew yourself. You felt pride in knowing that she would never be capable of such a thing, but she was. And here you are, staring at the handle with the piece of it missing that was just discovered by the authorities. As much as you wanted to deny it you couldn’t. Why did you want to deny it?

In a way this makes everything easier, your mind travels back to your earlier thoughts. The thoughts of what if Ellie was the killer. But why didn’t she kill you yet? If no one was safe from her slashes then why were you? Question after question filled your head, trying to piece all the evidence together to figure out just what you have missed. While in deep thought you heard a loud thud. Locking in place you slowly turned your head to the sound.

Ellie stood by the door, frozen. The controller that was once in her hand now faced upside down on the floor. She was wondering why it was taking you so long to grab your wallet. She knew it was in her room, in some pack that she threw on the floor yesterday. She hasn't touched it since. It wasn’t until she started thinking about it that she felt the color drain from her face. She was so exhausted yesterday that she forgot to put her Ghostface pack in the hiding spot she usually does. It slipped from her mind until this moment. Now she’s paying the consequences, walking in on you holding her knife. The very knife you just talked about hours earlier. The single piece of evidence that would be 100% proof of Ellie being Ghostface.

She didn’t know what to do or what to say. Scared that any wrong move would result in your panic, your screams filling the air as you ran for the door. But you didn’t. You didn’t move an inch, holding the knife in your hand you stared back at her. All of this time it was her, you didn’t want to admit it but you felt a sense of relief. You did it, you found out who Ghostface was.

You opened your mouth, trying to get something out, anything out but you couldn’t. Caught like a deer in headlights you thought about your next move. As you thought about it, so did Ellie. You weren’t supposed to find out, even if you did she didn’t want it to be this way. She wanted it on her terms, if she were to ever tell you anyway.

As flustered as she was she managed to speak first, “Seems like all that research paid off huh?” She chuckles.

Leave it to Ellie to make light of a situation like this, you were used to it though. She always jokes around when shit hit the fan, it was one of the many things you loved about her. You just weren’t so sure if this time was the right time for it. You looked down at the knife again, your fingers gliding against the abrasion.

“It was you the whole time…” Ellie’s eyes widened at your voice, “I busted my ass on research and it was right in front of me the whole time.”

“Surprise…?”

You let out a dry laugh at her response, how could you be so fucking stupid. She goes to open her mouth to speak again but you beat her to it.

“Do you know why I really wanted to find out who Ghostface was?”

Fuck it. It was out in the open so you might as well be honest. You didn’t know where this confidence came from but after finding out who a serial killer was you realized you only really have two options. She would let you go, which you think is unlikely or she would have to end it right here right now. Killing you to keep the risk of her being found out by the public. You didn’t think she was capable of killing you, you were her childhood best friend after all.

She stays quiet, letting you continue. You figured you had nothing to lose now, why not let it all out in the open.

“Finding out who was behind the mask really isn’t all that important to me. Honestly I could give less of a fuck who’s behind it. I just want them for myself. My fucked up fantasy of being with the slasher is all that I’ve been craving.” You sigh, your words becoming just a whisper. “It’s sick… I know.”

Did Ellie just hear you correctly? Are her fantasies becoming reality right before her eyes? All those nights at your window, watching you, craving you. You writhing under her as she pleased you in the one thing that made her feel like her true self. She watched as your face fell in despair, you were ashamed. There’s no need to be ashamed.

She wasn’t aware that she said her thoughts aloud, not realizing it until you lifted up your head.

You looked at her with a shocked expression, “You don’t think so?”

“How could I?” She starts, “You know what I do. I have no room to judge anyone, plus I’ve wanted nothing more than this.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, did you hear her correctly?

She continues on, “I’ve been dreaming about this moment forever. I wanted to tell you so many times but I didn’t know how. Your reaction was something I was scared of the most. But now that I know you want this, I’m ready to take the next step.”

“What is the next step exactly?” You ask.

Ellie’s soft expression changes in an instant, a smirk adorning her lips.

“I make you mine.”

You felt a slight pang of fear but not too much. Her words catered to your sick mind, they went straight to your core. She took slow steps towards you, as to test the waters on how you would react. You didn’t move an inch, letting her slowly make her way towards you. The grasp you had on the knife tightened in anticipation. When she came close enough she reached out to your hands, loosening your grasp from the knife she took it from you. Her eyes leave yours to study the object in her hands, the object she knew all too well. Her eyes darken as she grasps the handle, pointing the tip of the blade towards you now. The smirk never leaves her lips when she drags the tip of the blade lightly up your throat, stopping to tilt your chin up towards her.

“You want to be mine right?” She asks.

You bite your lip, “Only if you’ll allow it.”

It was at this moment that you saw the true change in her eyes. The Ellie you once knew, the Ellie you grew up with wasn’t the Ellie in front of you now. This Ellie was different…darker…possessive. You wanted to know this version of her more than anything, the true her behind the mask. The person you dreamt of having for so long was finally yours and you were hers. It was at this moment that you knew there was no going back, the two of you now becoming one in her secret. You’d do anything for her, be anything for her. She felt the same, all those nights she watched you at your window. She’d get rid of anyone who tried to hurt you in any way, she’d protect you from any danger that dared to wander around you. God forbid she catches the ones that hurt you, they’d regret their last moments.

Her eyes flickered back towards yours, keeping eye contact for just a moment before trailing around your face. They stop at your lips, how badly she’s wanted to kiss the plush skin for so long. She wastes no time and throws her knife to the side. Grabbing at the sides of your face she roughly presses her lips to yours. Your hands grasp at her shirt, kissing her back with just as much fervor. The kiss was far from innocent, teeth clashing and spit mixing, just how she liked it. She took your bottom lip in her teeth, pulling at the flesh and letting it flick back in place. Her lips lock back onto yours, you pull her closer by her shirt, needing to get as close as possible.

She pulls back after a few seconds, you let out a whimper at the loss. Your eyes filled with desperation as you stared up at her. She coos at the sight, her thumb swiping the spit across your bottom lip.

She licks her lips, “You gonna let me have you tonight?”

You enthusiastically nod your head, “Y-yes.” You’re still shaken up by the sloppy kisses you two just shared.

“Yeah? Gonna let me try something out on ya?”

You continued to nod your head, you didn’t care what she did to you. You’d give her whatever she wanted if she asked, she knew this. Yet she still wants to make sure you’re okay with it. She then took your hands in hers, pulling you to stand up along with her, she then led you to the bed. She pushed you back onto it, you flopped onto the mattress waiting for her next move. She admired you for a moment before walking back by her pack, she grabbed the mask off the floor and slipped it on.

“You want me to fuck you in this mask hm?” She asks. Not giving you time to reply she continues, “How much did you dream about this?”

Your words were stuck in your throat, it was all too much but it was so fucking good. You had envisioned how your first night with Ghostface would play out. Staring into their mask, their fingers buried in you, giving you the utmost pleasure you craved. But this? This was better than anything you could have imagined. Especially when it was with the one woman you loved more than anything.

She picked up her knife, twirling it in her hands.

“I would use this but that persistent fucker had to ruin it for me.” She shook her head, the loose fabric at the ends swayed in the air. “Good thing I got another.”

She walks over to her closet, digging around until she pulls out another Buck 120. She flips it over, checking out the shining blade and admiring it. She loved nothing more than her ol’ reliable knife.

“Got this one as a back up, y'know just in case incidents like before happened. A slasher must always be prepared~”

Her head looks up, the soulless black eyes staring into yours. You can hear the teasing tone in her voice when she talks to you. She’s well aware she has you wrapped around her finger, ready to do whatever she pleases.

She stalks towards you, “I’m gonna fuck you with this knife now~.” Her hold on the knife now tighter, “Don’t worry baby it’s clean, haven’t killed anyone with this one…yet.”

Your eyes widened, her words went straight to your core. You couldn’t help the little fidgets your body made as she slowly made her way towards you. You couldn’t see because of the mask but her eyes were trained on your thighs that clenched together in anticipation. You couldn’t help but rub them together, needing some sort of friction to relieve the heat building up between them.

You couldn’t help but ask, “Which side?”

Ellie groaned at your question, “Fuck baby~ you want the blade? Are you that psycho for me?”

You didn’t particularly want to be mutilated tonight, even though somewhere deep down in your fucked up brain the thought was there, you just wanted to make sure Ellie was on the same page.

“Just curious…” You reply.

She now stood in front of you, knife in her right hand. Her free hand comes up to rest on your knee, pushing it to the side to open your legs up for her. You can hear her heavy breaths through the mask.

“As much as I wanna see you bleed, I don’t want it that way. That’s what your thighs are for.”

Her hand strokes down your thigh, stopping midway to squeeze at the flesh. She brings her knife up to your skin, slicing it lightly enough to draw a tiny bit of blood. She flicks up the knife, her skills on display as she scoops the blood onto the blade, bringing it up to her mask and smearing it on the white rubber. She drags the knife down to the tip of the chin, tapping it against it a few times, as if in thought of what her next move is. You whimper at the sting of the cut, little droplets still flowing from it. She reaches up to smear the blood across your thigh, taking her time watching the way the red liquid spreads.

“I’ve wanted to see you bleed for me so bad. S’Better than I ever imagined.”

You bite your lip, holding back your whimpers as you wait impatiently for her next move. You wanted her to do something, to do anything to relieve the ache you felt. She turns the knife around in her hand, the grip pointing towards you.

“I’m gonna fuck you with the handle instead. That way every time I slash someone I have a memory of you with me. It’ll be the only thing I’ll think about with my victims.”

Her words flooded through your veins, firing up every cell in your body. You didn’t know she had such a way with her words, if she kept going you’d probably climax just from them alone. As much as her words had an effect on you, you wanted her to go along with her promise.

“Please…just fuck me already Ellie.” You beg.

“Patience Doll~ You out of everyone should know I like to take my sweet time when it comes to my victims. But since you said please, I’ll give you what you want.”

She sets the knife down next to you on the bed, her hands grip at the waistband of your shorts pulling them down. You were soaked, the fabric of your panties so wet that you could see the outline of your pussy.

“Mmh so wet for me, all I did was speak to you and draw a little blood.” Her thumb presses into your slit, pushing against your juices.

Her fingers hook into your panties pulling out the fabric, she then grabs her knife and cuts off your panties. You breath hitches at how close the blade was to your core, any closer and she would’ve cut you. Making you bleed for the second time that night. She chuckles at your reaction then shoves the panties into her back pocket, saving them for later.

She pushes up your thigh, opening you up for her and lines up the knife handle to your entrance. She teases you, gliding the end of it up and down your slit collecting up your juices to lube up the knife.

“You ready Doll?” She asks.

You whisper out a yes as she slowly slides the handle into your pussy, watching you grip onto it. You can feel her push back on your thigh more, making you stretch so she can get a nice view of you. Even though it was happening in front of her she couldn’t believe you were sprawled out before her like this. She’d catch herself staring at her knife imagining how it would look against your skin, how much she craved to slide it through your folds. Now that she was here it was almost too much, but she didn’t let her excitement take control. She wanted to fully immerse herself in this experience, taking all of you in. From the scrunches of your brows to the curling of your toes, she wanted to see all of you.

She carefully dragged out the knife, her hand delicately holding the blade. She pushes the handle in and out of you, setting a slow steady rhythm. You writhe under her touch, not being able to hold back your moans anymore, the cool handle adding to the pleasure. You grab onto her wrist, holding her tight. You look up at her mask and she catches your movements tilting up her head. You’re staring hard enough to see her eyes through the meshed fabric, seeing the darkness behind them. She’s wanted this just as much as you did and you’re so glad it’s her that’s giving you this much pleasure. As good as it felt you wanted more, the slow pace was killing you. In a way you felt like she was holding back, still too afraid to lose herself, scared that she might hurt you.

“Ellie…” You moan out, she twists the knife slightly muttering a yes.

“Please don’t hold back.” Her movements stop and you whine at her, “I want you to let yourself go, let Ghostface come out.”

Ellie’s hand quivered at your words, were you sure? Once she’s in that mindset she’s gone, she doesn't wanna risk too much. Although her dark thoughts were always in the back of her mind, how badly she wanted to drill her knife into you and watch you squirm at her force.

“Baby, are you sure? I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”

You loved when she called you that, “Yes, I’m sure. I want it this way, I’m begging you~.”

You gave her wrist a reassuring squeeze and that was all she needed before the light in her switched. The Ellie you grew up with, knowing better than anyone is not the Ellie that’s in front of you now. That confirmation from you was all she needed to let her true side take control. It happened so fast you didn’t know how to react, Ellie had grabbed you and flipped you over. Making sure your ass was up in the air, almost hanging off the edge of the bed. You braced yourself on your hands, an oof coming out of your lips when she pushed your face down into the mattress.

You felt a harsh smack on your ass, you moaned at the sting it left behind. She kneads the flesh after, spreading you open and admiring you from behind. Without second thought she reaches down to grab the knife, this time firmly grabbing it by the blade as she plunges the handle inside you once again. She wastes no time fucking you hard and fast, her knuckles white from how hard she holds onto the blade.

“F-fuck Ellie!” You gasp out.

You’re in ecstasy, loving the way her demeanor changed. She loses herself in you, focused on the handle pushing in and out of you, how your juices cover the handle and drip down the blade onto her hand.

“You like that Doll? You’re taking this knife so well~ M’so proud of you.”

Your moans grow louder by the second, you’re not able to hold back anymore, not that Ellie wants you to anyway. You grip the bed sheets tight, your face repeatedly pushing into the mattress at her relentless force. You knew she was strong but fuck not like this. You were never really on the receiving end of her strength to truly know but now that you were you could see why no one stood a chance against her. She slaps at your ass again before she brings her free hand down to rub circles against your clit causing you to cry out. If she kept fucking you this way it wouldn’t take long for you to reach your high.

“Shit-” You heard her whisper.

You whip your head to the side to look at her. You can see her head tilt up to look back at you, she suddenly took her hand off your clit to reach up and tear off her mask. Her hair was a mess, tangled and stuck to her face in other spots from her sweat. Her eyes were blown wide, a harsh darkness to them you’ve never seen before and her lips. Her lips were red and plush from how much she bit them at the sight of you. You were a masterpiece to her, this was all she ever wanted. When she pushed her hair out of the way you noticed the blood that smeared along her forehead. She saw your eyes on her hand and gave you a lopsided smile, her hand going back down to rub at your clit once more.

“Fuckin’ you so hard I cut myself.” She laughs darkly, “You don’t mind right?”

Well fuck-

Your eyebrows scrunched together at her words, “No!” You moaned. “Don’t mind.”

You could barely form sentences from how good she was making you feel, she knew this and she reveled in that fact. A cocky smirk on her lips as her eyes watched the way you squirmed and stuttered under her. She could give less of a fuck that she’s bleeding, your pleasure being the only thing that matters. It didn’t take much longer for you to feel the build up in the pit of your stomach, you were close.

“Ellie I’m so close, please don’t stop~”

“Don’t plan on it Doll~” Ellie replies, speeding up her movements, if that were even possible.

You bury your face into the mattress but then you feel a harsh smack to your clit.

“I wanna hear your moans Sweetheart, don’t hide them from me now.”

You nod your head rapidly, tears are starting to form in your eyes from all the pleasure you’re experiencing. Who would’ve thought you’d be right here, experiencing the one thing you wanted the most, you never thought your day would end up like this. You’re thankful nonetheless, this is exactly what you wanted and you wouldn’t want anyone else doing it to you.

It didn’t take long until you reached your high.

“Ahh~ I’m cumming!”

Your back arched more, pulling at the sheets so hard they come undone from the edges. Ellie doesn’t slow down her movements either, ignoring the pain in her hand she keeps sliding the knife in and out of you. She watched as your juices flowed down onto the blade and her hand, mixing in with her blood. It made her moan out loud, a sight she’d never forget.

“Mmm cum for me Doll, just like that. I wanna see your juices on my blade.”

She helps you ride out your orgasm and your legs start to tremble. She chuckles at the state you’re in and slowly pulls the blade out of your pussy, watching your sticky juice strings stick to the handle. You watch her bring up the knife to her lips, sucking your juices off the handle, you whimper at her actions. When she’s done she throws the knife to the floor, her hands back onto you she spreads her blood up your thigh and onto your ass cheek as she gives you one last squeeze. You’re panting as you turn yourself over to lay on your back, she helps you lie down with a dark smile. She loves how she got you to this point, as much as she’d like to do it again she decides to save it for another night.

She reaches over to give your hand a quick squeeze saying she’ll be right back as she walks over to her bathroom. After a few moments she comes back with a wet towel, a cloth is tied around her hand to stop the blood from flowing. She walks over to you and wipes away all the blood and cum off your body, giving soothing strokes to your skin afterwards.

“So…” Ellie starts, “You gonna turn me in?”

You can’t help the snort that comes out of your throat, “Fuck off.”

“Is that a no, or?” She questions a knowing smile on her lips.

“I let you fuck me with your knife, do you think I’m gonna turn you in?”

She laughs at your response, “Just fuckin’ with ya.”

She climbs into the bed lying next to you, throwing the towel onto the floor, she faces you and strokes your cheek with the back of her knuckles. You look over at her with tired eyes and a warm smile, she really does switch up fast.

The two of you wrap up in each other's arms for the rest of the night. You ask all about her time as Ghostface, wanting to know every gory detail and she tells you it all. After a few hours of chatting you both lay in silence, content in each others presence.

Ellie speaks up first, “So…about that pizza?”

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LOOK AT YOU!

KINKTOBER FESTIVAL : DAY 3 → KAZUHA.

prompt: you look so pretty, all whiny for me.

pairing: kazuha x afab!reader

rating: fluffy nsfw/smut

content warning(s): mirror sex, light nipple play, cockwarming and bodyworship if you squint, praise, petname(darling, dear.), nsfw under the cut!

"could you open your eyes for me, darling?" kazuha asks, keeping you in his lap as you turn your head away, an attempt to hide in his shoulder.

when you don't respond, he chuckles. softly, but firmly, he grips your chin and turns your head toward the mirror. "open those eyes, darling."

slowly, you open your eyes bit by bit. you admired yourself in the body mirror.

kazuha's cock safely and comfortably nuzzled into your cunt, his index finger toying at your cunt as he occasionally applied pressure.

just enough to get a reaction.

"don't you think you look so beautiful?" he asks, kissing against your shoulder softly. he brings his finger from your clit and allows his hands to roam your body.

lightly gripping at anything he could, playing with your thighs, lightly pinching your nipples. he chuckles when he feels you clench around him with each pinch.

"sensitive?" he inquires.

you don't have to answer - he already knows that you are.

he notices you look away again, closing your eyes and mumbling something against his shoulder.

something about a plea for him to fuck you already - but why?

"you don't like when i take my time, darling?" he questions, hands roaming every inch they can before returning his finger to your clit. "lemme adore your body.."

he adjusts your face to the mirror again, slowly pointing at your reflection in the mirror. "look at yourself darling. you look so pretty, all whiney for me. so beautiful," he kisses your cheek, wiping a tear from one of your eyes. "don't cry, look." he says, "you're so beautiful, darling."

you whimper quietly, watching his hands over your body. his slender fingers explore each and every corner he possibly can.

"kazuha," you say meekly, "i love you."

he kisses your cheek sweetly. "i love you too, darling. love you a lightyear and more."

he tilts your head slightly to kiss you. finger returning to your bud, he kisses you softly and passionately, almost not to overwhelm you.

with the stimulation, your cunt clenches around his shaft. you felt an orgasm approach - just needed a little more stimulation. a little more friction.

lightly, you began to grind your hips onto his, noticing his hand moving from your chin to your waist, encouraging you. "kept you waiting too long, i see?" he sighs, fixing your positions as you two stood together, your back against his chest and an arm around your stomach to ensure you don't go anywhere. "that's fine, dear. i'll give you what you'd please now."

kazuha set a slow and steady pace, keeping you close to him as he thrusted up into you. finally feeling more friction, you moan lightly.

slowly, his pace was set from soft and slow to fast and deep, bending you over against the mirror as your hands left marks he would later wipe away.

"kazuha!" you moan loudly, voice barely overpowering the sound of his skin hitting yours paired with his string of curses and praises.

"c'mon, darling. cum on me, make a mess of me, will you?" he coaxed, stretching his arm to play with your needy nub once again. "show me how much this pussy loves me."

his thrusts got sloppier by the minute as your moans got more evident and louder.

"g'na cum!" you moan, throat feeling dry as you continue moaning and crying out.

"cum on me, darling." he kisses the back of your shoulder blades, his thrusts getting harder my the minute. he was growing close as well. "cum with me, k?"

by the intensity of your moans, he takes it as an agreement and proceeds to fasten his pace. both of your orgasms reach an ultimate high, your essence mixing as he fucks you through yours while calming down from his own.

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sreyaya · 3 months

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Seeing the Infernal Sin fic was just *chef's kiss*

I know you don't write much for Fool's Gold but I have a prompt thanks to that short fic hefnnfnd

Can I request Infernal Sin with him going soft to that one human that summoned him for his services, at first it was purely transactional but he slowly falls in love with the reader and soft seggs with a dorky confession ensues.

I can't handle the dark fics of him man I need soft fluffy smut (also is it okay if it's GN?)

A Mere Wish-making Demon?

Modern AU | InfernalSin!Fool's Gold x Gn!Reader NSFW

Content Warnings: 1.3K words, Soft!FG, light smut, MDNI

(A/n: a tad bit rushed out, i'm still figuring out how to write for FG jajaja, sorry to disappoint sir)

smut under the cut!

It wasn't that long ago when you were struggling with classes. Feeling left behind, everyone seemed to be improving much more than you ever would. It would be a miracle if you could catch up to anyone, and it infuriated you. It was one of those studious night, your head buried under books, you felt overwhelmed. Slowly but surely, you tackled the stacks of notes, exhaustion weighing you down.

Until you discovered a book you hadn't seen before, leather cover, straps along the spine, pages torn and worn. It barely looked like any of the material you were supposed to memorize for tomorrow. You wanted to brush it off, but something alluring about the book caught you off guard and that was when you caught yourself opening each page of the book. You began reading what's left of the book, reciting unearthly symbols and writings, muttering one line under your breath. Until suddenly, an unknown being appeared. His face was covered in a sultry mask, his grin wide and eerie.

"Norton, Norton Campbell, at your service," he said nonchalantly. His demeanor was unsettling, with demon horns setting off all your alarms yet you didn't move or run. "Ah, a brave human, I see. Very interesting indeed," he scoffed. Gold embellishments decorated his bodice attractively. "So, what are you?" you asked firmly, wanting to get it over with and continue studying. "I'm a demon, sweetheart, I can grant you anything you'd ever like" he said, a mocking chime in his tone.

"Anything, huh?" you questioned, disbelief evident in your words. He placed his jagged hands on his waist, which emitted a dim red glow, an eerie smile following before nodding slightly, "Anything." You thought of all possible wishes before asking, "Are there any... limits?" Norton chuckled. "What a greedy little human you are. I'll make an exception for you, darling. I'll grant all your wishes until I'm bored of you." His flame grew brighter, riled up and curious about you.

You were a little taken aback from his response, feeling cautious but what more can you lose from this? "Fine. Help me get a perfect score for tomorrow's exam," you said, doubt laced in your words. "Consider it done," he answered confidently. And to your surprise, when the test results were released, you indeed, scored perfectly. With a small 'congrats!' note from your professor on the top corner of your paper. Joy filled your eyes as you told Norton back in your dorm room. He only grinned, his hand resting on his chin as he stared at you. "Thanks, Norton, you practically saved my life!" you chimed happily, content after a few bad grades.

Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself turning to Norton more often. Each wish you made, from acing exams to finding lost items, was granted with a snap of his fingers. Norton became not just a strange demon, but an intriguing companion.

One evening, as you were poring over yet another textbook, Norton appeared without being summoned. "Ah, look at you," he said, leaning casually against your desk. "All work and no play makes a dull human." You chuckled in response, glancing up at him, setting your pen down before taking a light stretch. "I have to keep up. Can't let those perfect scores slip, can I?" Norton smirked, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling yet captivating light. "What if I told you there’s more to life than perfect scores?"

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you mean?" He straightened, his expression shifting to something almost genuine. "Come with me," he said, extending a hand. "Let’s take a break. I promise it’ll be worth your while." Hesitant but curious, you took his calloused hand. In an instant, the room around you vanished, replaced by a breathtaking view of a starlit sky over a calm lake. The air was cool and refreshing, the silence comforting.

“Where are we?” you asked, awe-struck. “Just a little pocket of my world,” Norton replied softly. “A place where time stands still and worries fade away.” You sat by the water's edge, feeling an unexpected sense of peace. Norton sat beside you, closer than ever before. As the stars reflected off the calm surface of the lake, you found yourself drawn to Norton in a way you hadn’t expected. His sharp yet bold features, the glint in his hollow eyes, even the eerie grin on his face had become familiar, almost comforting.

“Norton,” you began, feeling a flutter in your chest, “why did you help me?” He looked at you, his expression unreadable through his covered face. “You intrigue me,” he said simply. “Humans are boring, and you're interesting. I enjoy your company.” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks. “I guess, I enjoy yours too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart raced, your thoughts a whirl of emotions. Before you could respond, Norton gently cupped your face, his touch warm from his everlasting flames. Your eyes met, and in that moment, everything else faded away. Without a second thought, you leaned in, closing the distance between you. The kiss was soft against his rough lips, a blend of your world and his, and when you finally pulled away, breathless, you saw that eerie grin had softened into a genuine smile.

"Can you grant me one wish?" Norton asked. You could only nod, his calloused hands still cupping your face. "I want you, my treasure. I want all of you" he boldly declared. You were taken aback, his bold wish catching you off guard. You thought about it, your face flushed lightly. The small train of thoughts all ended as you answered with a quick 'yes' as he grabbed your frame in his arms, bringing you back to your dorm.

He towered above you, your hands cupping his face, pulling him closer for another deep kiss. It didn't take long before you were taking all of him in, slowly. He was inhuman, of course, and he understood that. Norton took his time, waiting for you to adjust to his size. "Slowly, treasure, it's okay. You're doing so well," he murmured, his length easing inside you. "Tell me if anything hurts, 'kay?" he said, his voice filled with concern. You nodded in response. "You're beautiful. I love you," Norton grunted as he filled you completely, his length finally fully inside you.

With the amount of time he spent in his lonely world, your warmth was all he needed to fill his empty spirit. Years upon years of granting favors to people, trying to find something worth living for, and your embrace made it all worthwhile. Norton moved inside you, his pace slow and loving, every thrust filled with his love and feelings that developed throughout months of being with you. Your moans filled the room, mixing well with his deep growls of pleasure. The bond between you grew stronger with every movement, every whispered word of affection as you clung to him.

When you both reached the climax, the world around you seemed to blur, reality blending with the surreal. In that moment, you knew that you were no longer just a curious human and a lonely demon, you were lovers. As you lay in each other's arms, the aftermath of your passion still lingering in your skin, Norton whispered, "I love you. Always and forever." You looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his feelings mirrored even in his hollow gaze . "I love you too, Norton. Always and forever."

Norton finally felt a peace he had longed and looked for after for so long. Your warm embrace soothed his trembling state, wrapping him in a sense of security he had never gotten before. The touch of your skin, the rhythm of your heartbeat, and the gentle warmth of your presence made him realize that perhaps he wasn't just a mere wish-making demon after all.

#identity v #identity v fool's gold #identity v norton #idv prospector #idv norton #idv smut #norton x reader #norton campbell #identity v x reader #idv x reader

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bon2bonn · 9 months

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Weathering Your Storm

22!F1 grid X female!driver!reader

° Venture your silent sea

Part 2.2

Words count : 2.3k?(excluding the texts).

It's finally done!

Warnings : grammar,not edited, not proof read.

*it's long and packed , and I hope you enjoy reading it .

F1.grid masterlist

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Two weeks gone by and now she had her mind was made , she had her time to think and evaluate her career in new light away from the pressure of actually driving and having her view clouded with the rush of her hectic schedule with no time to breathe . So she took a step back , not complete letting go of hope but to process what she's doing and what to come .

She went off the grid but her dad as always found his way to her , not that she minded but she felt the weight of thinking that she failed him somehow , he didn't say anything after she told him what went on that weekend , expecting some sort of a grand reaction but he just looked at her and asked " are you okay?" She wasn't sure how to answer but she shrugged " I don't know yet" , he nods and went on with collecting firewood as they were doing before she stopped abortly to tell him not expecting this , it was like ripping a bandaid and I felt like one .

Hours later they both sat at the fire side by side in a content silence, she took a look at her father finding him lost in thoughts staring at the fire ahead and before she could stop herself she asked " are you disappointed?" He glanced at her hunched form , knees up to her chest and her hands around them , he saw that little girl trying to act tougher than her heart is . He asked back "about what?" She gave him a quick glance picking a dry branch to doodle on the dirt before her " disappointed in me" he scratched his growing stubble in thought " and why would I be?" She cleared her throat " you know, I basically got fired mid-season with no seat for next season or even a chance in the reserves " he gave her a knowing look asking bluntly " and why would that make you think I'm disappointed in you?" She rubbed her forehead " cause I feel like I failed " he gave her a long look , gathering his thoughts and turning in his foldable camping chair " I already told you , and I'll keep on doing so until you accept it. You are never going to disappoint me, I'm beyond proud of what you've done and what you'll ever do because I know how hard you worked to reach where you are now , and with a seat or non I'm still proud of you . Yeah I'm saddened that you won't be out there driving to your heart content for now but it's not your last race" she cuts him " but you don't know that, so far no team reached out and they know how chaotic it'll be to give me a seat , they won't take the chance , not after this" giving her a shrug he kept going " I just know , the same way I knew you're destined for great things when you drove your first race , hard headed and determined, holding your head high and beating all those taller boys with their mean dads" they both chuckled at the memory, as he added " it's will take time " she lowered her head " but what if I never get any seat ? , what if I got a seat and it turned up worse than last year ? , what if I stopped racing?" He sighed heavily before answering " for the worst and the best cases I'll be there for you , and if you wanted to quit I'll still support you and still be as much proud of you , it's your journey to fulfill it the way you see fit and no matter what remember it's yours so don't let anyone or their words or decisions makes you forget that . You hear me ?" She nodded in understanding giving him a determined smile as he ruffled her hair up laughing as she groaned in annoyance smacking his hand away before pulling on her cap and tying her hood up covering her head and pulling the strings to secure it around her face .

Both basked in silence watching the wooden logs crack in the fire but got startled as his phone pinged with a new message

(from Max's pov 🤭):

He chuckled quietly cause her to raise an eyebrow in suspicion " What got you laughing?" He shook his head turning off his phone before leaning towards the fire his elbows on his knees and he turned his face to her in a serious manner " have you thought about what I proposed?" She nods with a groan " I did and I might take your offer " he gave her a knowing smile " it's only till you get a seat and it might be sooner than you think , but you'll have fun and still travel whenever you want aaaaaaaaand" she tilted her head in question earning a huff from him before he explained " you'll get to be your own boss !" She gave him a side eyes " if it's soo great , why are you dumping it on me? " He leaned back and crossed his hands behind his head sighing dramatically " I want to live my life too, I'm still young , I'm going out to date again , find me a ...." She cuts him with a disgusted face " DAD! Ew no ! I don't want to know about you romantic life , last time was traumatic enough!" He laughed at her face throwing a punch of dry leaves at her " oh ! Grow up, be grateful I'm not snooping into your nonexistent love life!" She gasped in offence " Wow! Just wow! My own dad is bullying me!" She stood up dramatically ", you know what!? I quit! Find you a new person to run your business" he held his hand to his chest as he kept on laughing " I didn't even hire you yet!" She only groaned louder sitting back down and chucking a wrap paper at him as he kept laughing, joining him eventually as the both spent their night with her relieved that a weight is off her shoulder.

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Two days later

Settling back home in Monaco after your trip turned you back to the stressing atmosphere, as days gone by and it now settled in that you've got no seat for the rest of the season, let alone next season or the one after . Getting back home was both the best and worst thing to do right now . Still got piled stacks of paperwork to do , piled forms to sign and things to move , but staying in your bed looked more appealing than doing anything else so that's what you choose for now .

The news is yet to spread , but it's only a matter of time before it gets leaked , your face blastered on every sports site and every gossip magazine , you can already see the headlines . the slander and rumours of why would a team like Mercedes suddenly drop their driver mid-season ? Speculations and allegations of every absurd theory under the sun would make appearance , But that's for future you to worry about, now you just want to sleep in and let shit happen .

Glancing at your phone on the bedside table , having it turned off for the past two day after ignoring calls and emails asking about your whereabouts . It'd only take sometime before someone figured out where you dipped to or Danny might fall under pressure and snitch on you and come barging in dragging you out of your so called hibernation . You made a note to come up with a way to tell the guys later . telling them rather than them finding out from media or worse George himself , so you gotta make the most of the quite atmosphere as possible.

But That didn't last long , half hour later and someone's already bounding on your door , opting to ignore it as whoever is knocking is bound to get tired or think noone is here and leave . But that didn't happen , 10 minutes and they won't leave , you huffed removing the pillow off your head and getting up shoving the covers aside sliding out and blindly heading to see who's trying to break your front door down , throwing on the first thing you found on your way out , one of Danny's old hoodies you've stole and claimed as yours , covering your messy hair with the hood and trying to wipe the sleep out of you eyes , Praying silently to every higher power there is to not be one of the guys .

Groaning quietly as whoever is knocking covered the Peep hole ,so after contemplating for a second before swinging the door open startled by who stood before you , he smiled at your stunned face " you're a very hard person to reach Y/N " you kept looking at him in confusion before snapping out as he asked" would you mind if I came in? " .

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The guys showed up as promised all concerned about you but as well relieved to finally see you before them , easing their minds for moments as they anticipated your words .

They settled in around after dinner , no one was joking around as usual or starting a conversation, all waiting for you somberly to say what's in your chest as they waited patiently , Daniel gave you a reassuring smile squeezing your shoulders as he sat on the single chair by the window along with the rest , all except lando who kept shaking his leg up and down nervously so you decided to put him out of his misery as you stood before them " I just wanted to wait to tell you face to face instead of you finding out from the media or someone else, well , I basically no longer have a seat " they looked at you in silence still not processing what you've just said, so you elaborated " I'm no longer part of the grid formation" the first to respond was Max who shook his head in denial " No" you sighed at his response , next to him was lando looked at you in guilt not finding the courage to say anything in fear it'll make the situation worse so he opted to keep his mouth shut , Carlos was spacing out so you opted to let him process it more before snapping him out , Charles looked very confused as he asked " why? " , you shrugged at him sitting down as you spoke again " I honestly don't know, they wanted me out and here I am " Carlos snapped at this " what about your contract?" . You shook your head " already terminated " they all looked bewildered , various " what!?" Sounded around the room " they already signed another driver for the second half of the season " Charles whispered " you're not even finishing the season?" You shook your head in answer .

Max stood up hands balled up and shoulders tense " who signed?" You refused to answer so he looked at Danny who sat back not having the same shocked reaction like the rest of them " you knew , so tell me who they signed for that fucking seat?" He looked at you before turning to him in defeat " It's not my place to tell " max scoffed at him before turning to you again " why ?" You glared at him " cause I know you won't hesitate to go up and fight him over it , I won't let you do something that stupid " he challenged you " well whoever that bastard is he deserves what's coming for him" you pinched between your eyebrows " No Max, he doesn't" he tilted his head asking " so you just give up to him , you've worked your ass for them and now they just swiped you aside and signed someone else!" Charles stood trying to calm him " Max, hey , calm down for a minute " he ignored him , still irritated so you know he needs to get it out so you let him " I'm not calming down! Why should I ?" Carlos spoke up next " cause you are not the only one who's upset about it " Danny agreed " we all are beyond pissed believe me" you added next " but you have to remember 'never take anything personally in this sport' , yeah i lost my seat so what !? It's not like It's the end of the world " and before he could argue you stopped him " here's the thing all of you can be pissed as much as you want here in this room you can scream and yell as much as like to get it off your chest , but the moment you step out it stays here , cause out there it won't affect you as it'll me , I'm already out so what can they do more ? , But you're not, you still got your season to finish, so you have to promise you won't do anything out there because I won't be there to smack any sense back into you brains " .

He stared back at you folding his arms challenging you " I won't promise you anything until I know who is he " you glared back not fazed " I won't tell if you won't promise " you both started each other down before Carlos groaned smacking you both to cut it out " fine I promise!" You gave him a deadpanned look " George" Charles asked with wide eyes " Russell!?" Daniel nods " the one and only" Carlos turned to Max who got eerily quite compared to earlier " Max ?" He just nods curtly before sitting down not uttering a word for the rest of the night .you clapped after a beat of heavy silence " so! , who's up for desert?" .

#f1 #f1 x driver!reader #f1 x female driver #f1 x female reader #wys #weathering your storm #f1 x reader #22!f1 grid x reader #max verstappen x driver!reader #daniel ricciardo x driver!reader #lando norris x driver!reader #charles leclerc x driver!reader #carlos sainz x driver!reader #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lando norris x reader #Carlos Sainz X reader #Daniel Ricciardo x reader

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kya-is-kool · 9 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 !: okay so i'll say it again just to prevent confusion, i have a hc that fuckshits real name is aaron, so reader might be calling him that

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: fuckshit sneaks through your window after getting in a fight seeking your comfort, and for you to patch him up because god knows he couldn't do it himself

you find your eyes growing heavy as they desperately try to chase each word on the page of your book. you're so close to finishing it, but can't seem to find it in yourself. "i'd better go to sleep," you say, to no one in particular. you turn off your lamp, letting the moonlight spill into your room as the only source of illumination. suddenly, there's a tap at your window. then, there's another tap followed by another and another and...you finally get out of your bed, determined to put an end to the tapping noise.

"what the hell?" you utter. once you reach your window, you look down to find fuckshit, pebbles in hand. he looks up at you, and gives a half smile. your brows furrow, as you open the window. "what are you doing here? it's nearly twelve in the morning, dude."

"i know i just..." he trails off, getting lost in the attempt to find the right words. "is there a way up there?"

"aaron i don't think it's a good idea," you say, looking out the window cautiously making sure none of your parents have noticed and investigated.

"please, [name]." you think about it, and how could you really say no?

"alright, fine. there's a ladder on the side of the house." after a few moments of waiting, surely enough he returns with the ladder, fearlessly climbing up. you help him inside, even though there isn't much light in the room, you're still able to make out the dark bruises littering his body and his bloody nose. you rush to the lamp, and turn it on before going back over to the boy.

"what the hell happened to you?" you ask, concern laced in your tone. you place a hand on his cheek, studying his face making sure there are no dire injuries there apart from his nose.

"those fuckin' idiots were talking 'bout you, ma. i dont know where my head was at but i just started..hitting them," he admits, looking down, and leaning into your touch just a bit.

"aaron, baby, i need you to understand that it doesn't matter what they say, okay?" he doesn't say anything to that, and looks back up to your eyes. "c'mon, let's get you cleaned up." he nods, as you lead him to your bathroom. you switch on the light, and gesture to the counter.

"sit there," you instruct softly. he does as you say, and looks at you patiently as you get out the first aid kit. you go to stand between his legs, before you grab a wipe, and reach up to his nose.

"how bad does it hurt?" you ask, as you touch it lightly. he hisses slightly in pain.

"s'not too bad," he answers. you nod, and start to wipe away the blood. as you continue taking care of him, he simply gazes into your eyes, seemingly in a daze.

"you okay, baby?" you ask, looking at him with slight worry.

"yeah i'm good," he responds, as you apply a bandaid to the cut going across his nose. you then tilt his chin up gently to take a look at his bruised jaw.

"you poor thing," you coo.

"i'm tellin' you it's not that bad," he counters, with a small smile. you shake your head smile, and begin to patch up his knuckles. you apply some bandages, and clean up the blood. you rest your hands on his thighs, before pecking him on the lips.

"all done," you say, proud of your work. he smiles as he admires you.

"thanks," he says, before his eyes flicker to your lips. you take that as him asking for a kiss, which you happily oblige to. you lean in, kissing him softly. he kisses back contently, and after a moment you pull away.

"so who won the fight though?" you mumble against his lips. he chuckles.

"obviously me."

"oh obviously, huh?" you tease, with a small laugh. you kiss him again, smiling into it.

"only for you, [name]."

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

#fluff #fuckshit #fuckshit x reader #mid90s #soft dom reader #90s #cutieee #fluffy #imagine #oneshot #cute

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popp1nstaxr · 1 year

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Okay, okay, I was reading some stuff and I thought: "don't they realize that a female reader never gets her period?" and here it is, a txt type of boyfriend BUT he reacts to when you are in those days of course 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Sooo

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TYPE OF BOYFRIENDS—TXT

Content: Well, obviously fem! reader, colic, maybe you mention blood xd and well, it's not really much jsjs

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# period !!

Choi Soobin:

Soobin aaaa Soob would definitely be a sweetheart 😭😭 I would always be with you and even if I don't fully understand how you feel, I would try, I would always be attentive to you and if you need something, he may even worry more if you have very strong cramps, enough to take you to the doctor and confirm if Is that really normal or not.

You were completely covered in the bed you shared with him, he had please asked for a day off because he really wanted to take care of you that day, he didn't understand it but he knew that sometimes it could hurt a lot thanks to what his older sister had told him ( Yes, Soob has an older sister and I definitely called her to ask what she could do to help you) "Do you need anything honey? Is it in a lot of pain? Are you okay? Is the bed comfortable?" you laughed softly and nodded "It's okay, Bin. I'm fine, stop worrying" Soobin sat next to you on the bed and hugged you "But-" you kissed his lips to reassure him "I'm fine, I won't die from it" you clarified and you chuckled when he made a sound of surprise and took out his cell phone, showing you something he had been looking for "I investigated, you've been here for three days now and Google says that if you lose more blood than normal it can give you anemia :(" I explain with concern, you laughed a little "Soob, I'm fine" you said again, even so, it wasn't enough to leave him alone.

Choi YeonJun:

YeonJun would be VERY attentive, to the point of harassing a bit, but it's okay because he only cares that you're okay at that moment, although of course, he wouldn't be as paranoid as Soobin, but he would surely call you all day to check that you're calm.

"How are you darling?" YeonJun asked on the other side of the line, you looked around you, seeing all the change clothes, the excess towels, the stuffed animals, the chocolates, fruits and more things that YeonJun had bought for you before leaving and laughed a little. "I'm fine, believe me, nothing's happening" you spoke and you heard him sigh in relief "I'm glad to hear that... oh, love, I'll be home soon, okay? I'll call you in a few more hours" and cut it off, you laughed a little, and you continued cooking in peace, when not even a minute passed and your phone rang again, your boyfriend YeonJun calling again, you laughed low and answered "are you sure you're okay? you don't want something? I can buy it, there's a store here" you laughed low and denied, again stating that nothing happens, really, it was already the eleventh time I called you that day.

Choi BeomGyu:

BeomGyu would say that he is a little, just a little calmer than the other two, he would be with you all day, following you and accompanying you everywhere you need, he would be more in charge of caressing you, pampering you, because he knows that somehow or other You are more sensitive than normal and would not like to see you cry over something he did accidentally, it would feel terrible.

You've been crying for hours, the end of that movie really hurt you more than expected, Beomgyu was just by your side, consoling you and pampering you "it's okay love, I know, it's quite sad, the puppy was very good and I didn't deserve that ending" he said softly as he caressed your back "I know, let's go buy some sweets, you talked about craving something like that, what do you say?" he spoke and left a tender kiss on your forehead, smiling lovingly at you "Y-yes, yes, okay" you murmured and sniffled, he smiled and kissed your kisses tenderly before wiping your tears with his fingers and taking your hand to They both leave the apartment.

Kang Taehyun:

Taehyun, Taehyun is Taehyun jsjs he would be the only one who would leave you alone, he knows it's something hormonal and natural to the body so he doesn't worry too much, yes, he would definitely buy you some to make you feel good, chocolates or see what don't lack wipes, sometimes I would call you, but I wouldn't be as harassing as YeonJun, definitely the calmest.

"How was today love?" you asked as soon as Taehyun arrived, he went straight to your side and hugged you from behind, kissing your neck gently "fine, how are you love?" He asked as he moved away from you, going towards the living room and taking you with him "fine" you answered, he nodded and handed you a bag "I brought you some things, you know, towels and stuff, sorry if there are a lot of them I didn't know which ones to buy and I I asked the manager, she recommended those... oh, there's also chocolate, just in case" he explained and smiled at you, you smiled in the same way "thank you love" he kissed your cheek, really, you adored your boyfriend.

Huening Kai:

Kai is very cute, he would surely lend you his stuffed animals so that you feel accompanied when he is not there 😭😭😭 Although, at first it would be a little difficult for him to know what's wrong with you, it's not that he's innocent, he just thinks that's "something for women" but if you need help with something he'll be very willing to help you <3

"I brought you this love" he spoke smiling as he handed you a small sweet, you smiled "thank you love" you spoke and a small grimace crossed your face at a stitch of your cramps, Kai immediately went over to hug you and pat your back " It's okay, love, do you want any pills? I think that alleviates the pain" I spoke smiling and you nodded, I kissed the crown of your head and I handed you a stuffed animal "so that it warms you while it hurts less, according to what I read" you smiled and you agreed, he immediately went in search of the pill that he thought he could use.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Note: double chapter day! Thank you to @alicedopey for the ask! I see you girl.

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Cotton drags over tinted skin, flecks it red catching along with the new blood trickling from the split. A hiss passes through clenched teeth despite your gentleness. The act reminds you of when your daughter was only six, crying over a scraped knee as you covered it with a Spongebob bandaid. You don't have any of the yellow strips now, just the roll of gauze and medical tape.

"Ah," Nick clenches his jaw again.

"Sorry," you murmur, "it needs pressure."

You push your thumb against the cotton and he winces, forcing a smile as he crackles out a chuckle.

"I can handle it, honey," he assures you as you hold the cotton above his brow, his other brilliant eye looking up at you. "Just like you handle me so well."

You don't respond. Your boss is a mercurial man. One moment, charming, the next rigid and ignitable. You've learned it's better to just go along with whatever mood he's chosen.

"Other guy looks worse," he remarks as you lift the cotton.

You nod, "I'm sure, sir."

He laughs again, closing his eyes with a sigh. He sits reclined in one of the leather armchair, his head tilted as you tend to him. It's after midnight. You're supposed to be at home sleeping. Your daughter's coming back from college for the weekend, you planned on brunch.

You sift out the box of slender steri-strips and bend over him, carefully sealing the gash above his brow. He's a handsome man. Objectively, you must admit it. Dangerous, too, but you don't wonder about the cuts and bruises. He has a shining badge that tells you more than enough.

"Hands of a goddess," he purrs as he opens his other eye again.

You stand and gather up the waste, packing away the medkit. You thank him plainly and fight the urge to look at the clock. You wad up the used gauze in your fist.

"Sir, is there anything else tonight?"

He lifts his head, both eyes on you now. He considers you as he sits straight and grips his knees. He stands and shrugs, spinning on his heel and striding to the mirror hung on the wall, just above the low table decorated with brass and oak.

"Did I interrupt you?" He asks as he checks his reflection. His left cheekbone is purpled and scraped.

"No, I was only sleeping," you say. You try not to let on that it doesn't come easy or often for you. It's not his concern.

"Mmm," he squints at himself and winces as it tugs at his wound. "Well, you can find an extra room here, drive back in the morning."

"That's kind, sir, but I'm okay," you back up, "I'll clean this up and go if there's nothing else."

"You'll just be back tomorrow," he turns and crosses his arms.

"Um, it's my day off, sir."

He clicks his tongue and nods, "forgot."

You force a small smile. No big deal.

"Got big plans then?"

You hesitate. He doesn't usually ask. You shake your head. You don't think he really cares.

"Would you like some scotch before I go then?"

He inhales, chest rising deeply before falling again. He drops his arms and slips his hands into his pockets. One tail of his shirt is untucked and his jacket is splotched with dark stains. He is sauvely unkempt.

"Sure," he grumbles as he paces before the artificial fireplace.

You dip your chin and leave him. You toss away the garbage and tuck away the kit. You wash your hands before you return to the den and take the thick-bodied decanter from the cabinet. He stands with one hand on the mantle as he stares at the floor.

You pour him a glass and bring it to him. He accepts it without looking up. You ask him if he wants the rest left out for him. He says it doesn't matter.

You bid him good night as he resumes his pensive trance. The adrenaline slakes away and now he's coming down. He'll be in for a good sleep, a lot better than your own. You'll be lucky to get a few hours before you're due to meet Josephine.

🥃

You smile across at your daughter. Every time you see her, she seems more grown up than the last. She has a pretty flower pin in her hair and her lips are glossed the perfect shade of rose. She reminds you of your age, both in a good way and a bad way.

You don't fail to notice the other looks in Josephine's direction. Joey, she corrected you when you picked her up. The changes in her make you feel stagnant. You suppose that comes with age too. You're done blossoming, you only have the wilting ahead of you.

"So, exciting," you say as you pinch the stem of your glass, a pair of mimosas between you as you await your entrees, "you got an internship."

"Um, yeah, it's not bad," she pushes her shoulders up, "my boss is okay, I guess."

"That's good, most bosses don't earn much more than 'eh' as a rating," you kid, "sorry, kiddo."

"Mom," she warns.

"I know, sorry," you correct yourself, "I'll try not to do it again."

You remember being her age. Caught in between adulthood and childhood, not wanting to be reminded of the latter.

"It's fine," she sighs, "I just... I'm trying to be a grown-up, you know?"

"Oh, you've got lots of time for that, Miss Lawyer," you trill, "you are very grown up. You know that, don't you? I'm so proud of you."

"Still got a far way to go," she sips from her own glass. You couldn't have ever imagined your daughter with prosecco sparkling in her hand, but there she is. You almost can't believe she's yours. "Let's talk about you. That's a lot less stressful."

"Ha, but boring," you roll your eyes. "You know, same old."

"Oh, trust, I could tell by the dark circles."

"Oof, you did not," you cackle, "Josephine-- Joey."

"You should try some vitamin C cream--"

"Don't," you warn her with a point across the table.

She giggles and her eyes flit around. There's something else. Something she's not telling you. But she wants to.

"What's going on?" you prompt.

"This is such a nice place," she looks at the table and fidgets, "thanks for breakfast, mom..."

"But..." you add on.

"I... hate to ask but..."

"You need money," you utter, "that's okay. We can make it work. What's it for?"

"Books," she says, "I kinda ran out before I could buy them all, so..."

"That's okay. I'll see if I can't get a few extra hours at work then."

As if he could hear the very allusion to his existence, your phone flashes with a private caller. It's Nick. It's only ever him. You flip the phone down to hid the call.

"Take it," your daughter insists, "it's fine."

"No, it isn't. It's my day off. It's our day," you say, "it can wait."

She smiles. She's so pretty. You can't help but feel inadequate next to her; your own daughter. She's young and vibrant and you're wearing a blouse you bought a decade ago that squeezes your middle a bit too tight.

"Like I said, I'm boring," you sit forward, "tell me about the good stuff. The juicy stuff. Any boys-- or, men?"

"Mom," she snipes.

"What? I gotta live vicariously through you."

She rolls her eyes, "no."

You laugh. You always loved teasing her. She's hard-nosed and too focused to worry about the piddly troubles caused by boys. Or...

"Any girls?"

She looks at you with fire in her eyes. Ah, that's it.

"What's her name?" You goad.

"No, it's nothing. We're not even-- I mean, there's no one," she takes another gulp of her mimosa.

"Sureeee," you drag out the word teasingly, "how many more of those to spill?"

"Enough," she warns, "what about you, huh? You seeing anyone besides your soap operas?"

Now it's your turn to frown, "no," you answer evenly, "I... don't think that's in the cards for me, honey."

"Mom, it's okay," she softens her voice, "dad wouldn't... he would want you to be happy."

"Mm, he would, but he was my happy," you bat your lashes against the singeing heat. "I'm okay, really."

"You deserve someone," she says. "You don't have to be alone."

"I am alone, doesn't mean I'm lonely," you deflect. "Anyway, let's enjoy this. I don't get enough of you."

"Alright, twist my arm, I'll settle for free mimosas and a breakfast bowl," she gives a snarky grin.

You smile. She's the hope you have left. You hope that she never goes through the same pain again. One loss is enough for both of you.

🥃

Joey orders and Uber and you sidle in next to her. You clutch your phone over your purse as the haze of the mimosas fogs in your vision. You may have indulged a bit much.

Your phone shines and you look down. 'Private'.

"I see what you mean about bosses," Joey chides.

"It's not-- not a big deal," you dismiss the call.

"Mom, maybe it's an emergency," she sniffs, "he's been calling a lot."

"He's an adult, I just sweep up his crumbs," you wave her off.

Your phone lights up once more. You're starting to get paranoid. Still, you have to maintain boundaries. Today is your day off.

You exhale and sit back. You watch the city smear by and yawn. The restless night tingles on your eyelids.

Finally, you get to your apartment and slump out of the Uber. You stop as Joey helps you tip the driver with the app and you carry on into the lobby of your building. The feeling of the world passing you by lingers beyond the car ride.

Upstairs, you get Joey settled into the room you haven't changed since she left. She puts her bag on the bed and hangs out in the living room as you put on a pot of coffee. It's too early to be this tipsy. You yawn and your phone once more comes to life.

You swipe it up and tell Joey to help herself to the coffee as you sweep out of the room. You head down the hall and step into your bedroom as you answer, "Mr. Fowler."

"You're busy?" Nick asks.

"It's my day off," you say firmly.

"Yes, we talked about that."

You're quiet. Confused. You try to recall the last time he bothered you outside of work. When you're not being paid for it, you never really hear from him.

"Is something going--" you stop and suppress a hiccup. It's more dehydration than the alcohol. "On?"

"I have guests coming," he says, "thought you might like some overtime."

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, but--"

"Clearly you're disposed," he says tersely. Is he mad?

"I wasn't expecting--"

"It's fine. It was an offer. I can manage on my own."

"Of course, sir, I wouldn't--"

You flinch as the line cuts and the call goes dead with a bloop. You pull the phone away from your face and furrow your brow. Really? He hung up on you.

You toss your phone on the bed. Whatever. Forget him. Even if you weren't three glasses deep, you wouldn't leave Joey just to kowtow to his pretentious friends.

#nick fowler #dark nick fowler #dark!nick fowler #nick fowler x reader #the 355 #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #blurred lines

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laxmiree · 8 months

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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Moisturize ASMR translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for an ASMR that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

[IMPORTANT]

⚠️ NSFW WARNING! The content of this ASMR is VERY VIVIDLY EXPLICIT and NOT suitable for individuals under the age of 18. It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

I can't upload this on YouTube because YouTube deemed it as too explicit. So I upload the full version on Twitter AND Google Drive. Below the cut is only the transcript.

Google Drive link [ here ]

Twitter link [ here ]

OKAY SO before we start I want to mention some things:

This ASMR is from a CHINESE GAME, and as you know the censorship here is heavy, so explicit content relies on our imagination. The 🔞 elements need to be cleverly disguised; and in this ASMR they use… playing with slime. "Yes officer, they're just playing with slime. What zipper sound? It's from his coat." 🤪

But you can BET those noises aren't slimes (at least during the second half). It's heavily hinted that they gave each other's private parts 👅💦. Hence the ASMR name "水润”/”Moisturize”, which can convey the idea of something being moistened by """"water"""". What else is getting moistened right here except you-know-what 👀

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[ASMR - Moisturize Transcript]

[ sound of Lucien typing the password of the villa and then opens the door ]

[ Lucien sighs and chuckles ]

Once inside,

I can feel the temperature difference of nearly twenty degrees between indoors and outdoors.

Can you hand me my coat?

[ rustling noises as MC hands over his coat ]

Hmm?

It seems that this lady

forgot what was still in my pocket.

[ Lucien chuckles ]

Can I take it out?

[ sounds of the coat zipper as he takes out the item]

What is this?

[ chuckles ]

It seems to be a box of

glue-like stuff.

There are a few gardenia flowers on top.

Is it called 'slime'?

Indeed, it's quite vivid.

Was it bought at the night market

to give to me?

Then, can you teach me

how to play with this?

[ sounds of the slime getting opened ]

[ slime noises ]

Is it played like this?

Hmm

It's very soft.

Also quite fascinating.

And, as you mentioned,

it is a toy that has been improved and is very safe to play with.

Can it be poked?

Good.

[ SUS slime noises ]

Hmm

The fingertips wrapped in softness

feel very warm.

Do you want to play together?

I'd like to share this gift with you.

After sticking to the skin…

The slime's texture

becomes slightly damp

it's also sticky and moist

[ sus slime noises in the background ]

Do you find

that this little toy

sparks any particular associations for us?

[ sus slime noises and Lucien sighs ]

[ whispers ] You can't guess?

I think,

this lady already has an answer.

It's just that….

[ Lucien stops his sentence, chuckles and kisses ]

After all,

you're blushing from cheek to ear.

Okay,

then I'll go first.

These warmth,

moistness, and softness…

...are like a certain lady's….

…palms when her body temperature rises.

[ sus slime noises ]

Hmm?

[ chuckles ]

It seems that….

My associations surprised you?

[ chuckles ]

I wasn't asking a leading question.

Now, reveal your answer

Okay?

You are embarrassed to say it…

…and want to answer it with action?

I would give full marks to this classmate for all her ways of answering.

[ rustling noises ]

[ ZIPPER NOISES as she unzips his pants 🤪]

[ Lucien chuckles, then gasps and breathes heavily as she touches his d- ]

[ whispers hoarsely ] I didn't expect….

such a straightforward answer.

So,

this is the thought that makes this lady blush.

I rather feel that

those (slime) sounds are quite different from the noises we usually hear.

[ Lucien moans as he leads her to take him into her mouth ]

For example…

[ SUS RHYTHMICAL AND WET NOISES AS SHE SUCKS HIS D- ]

[ breathlessly ] This sound would be more similar

isn't it?

[ rhythmical and wet noises continue in the background, rattling noises as Lucien possibly begins to put the lid of the slimes + Lucien gasps and chuckles ]

I always feel that

the little toy on the table is not as fun anymore.

[ breathlessly whispers ] Of course, I like it.

[ breathlessly ] It's just that….

To the lady who gives me this gift….

[ Lucien gasps and then breathlessly whispers ] I’d rather express my gratitude…

[ the rhythmical and wet noises gradually stop ]

[ …i-is he shooting ropes- ]

[ Lucien steadies his breath ]

[ in a much calmer tone after he blows off his load ] …Probably due to the significant temperature difference between indoors and outdoors,

the glue in the composition starts to dissolve away.

It gets a bit sticky.

Or perhaps I poked too fast.

and ended up breaking this small teaching toy.

(T/N: lol here goes our 'cover story' 🤪. Officer, those sounds are TOTALLY from playing with slimes. Huh, 'Why does it make him breathless'? He just gets excited when teaching her, that's all 😋 )

[rustling noises]

Next time, after you buy one,

you can give it to me first.

I'll keep it safe.

[Lucien shuts the lid of the slimes]

To make up for this time,

What's next…

Is it time to move on to the practical part of the lesson?

(T/N: a.k.a the actual sex instead of just foreplay-)

I wonder if this classmate

is willing to 'assist' me?

[ rustling noises as he puts her on a surface ]

[ kissing noises as he kisses her in ✨places✨ ]

I really like your 'answers'.

They make it hard for me…

...to think straight.

[ more kissing noises as he moves lower and lower -]

Now,

let me repay you.

[ NOISES OF HIM EATING HER OUT. It's only right to repay oral with another oral- and she needs to be 'moisturized' before accepting him right- ]

I will hold my happiness,

and share all of them with you.

[ more noises of him eating her out as the sounds gradually fade- ]

#HOW IS THIS EVEN ALLOWED #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mlqc #mlqc translation #mr. love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mlqc xu mo #mlqc spoilers

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jakeysbuttsheeks · 8 months

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Godfather 1x

Warnings: profanity, age gap , daddy kink , mature themes , sexual content , sex , fingering , piercing play , thigh riding , oral sex , typos , grammatical mistakes , other shit

Parings: Jake x fem reader

18+ minors dni

Previous part

You woke up tucked tightly under Jake's arm as he lay next to you. You could tell he was going to have one hell of a hangover. But his eyes looks so innocent while he slept , his lips pursed open with small snores breathing out , his hair a fanned out mess on his cheek and the pillows. He smelt extensively of alcohol and cigarettes and his shampoo and a slight dash of his perfume.

You thought of last night and the way he said all those things with that look in his eyes. And the way he kissed you and cuddled you to bed. You wished he did more but obviously he was too drunk to stay awake any longer. You hoped he meant what he said last night and that it wasn't the alcohol talking shit.

But you remembered what he said "the alcohol just gives me confidence. It doesn't make up the words for me" it replays in your head. You hoped he meant it and didn't want up and ask you to forget it ever happened again.

You wanted to lean in and kiss him and cuddle into him before he work up , just in case . but you didn't want to wake him up , he needed to rest , plus you were late for work. You lay there staring for a good few minutes before you tried to get out from his hold, making you making him shuffle slightly but he still didn't wake up .

You decide to make breakfast instead of Jake for a change. Plus Jake would probably be too hungover to do it anyway.

You were in the kitchen, halfway through making breakfast when you heard Jake's phone ringing from his room.

"fuck- what?" Jake hisses from his wopping headache as he answers the phone.

"where the fuck are you ? We have a pomo today" Sam barks over the phone.

"shit" Jake groans as he sits himself up and holds the phone away from his ear to look at the time.

"I'll be there" Jake says before hanging up and getting out of bed , walking over to his bathroom where he noticed the half smoked cigarette and empty glass of water from last night on his sink counter and it immediately hit him.

He recollected every word from what happened last night, up unto when the two of you got into bed. For a second he wondered if it was a dream. But the cigarette and the glass on the counter was proof.

He brushed his teeth and dressed up for work as fast as he could, coming out of his room to find you , wondering why he woke up to an empty bed if you fell asleep with him.

"Jake finally" your eyes light up when you see him as he approached you by the stove.

"i was getting worried. We're late for work. How are you feeling?" you say, looking at him slightly concerned, he didn't seem to be worried about what you were saying though , his eyes looked around the kitchen with a small amused smile on his face .

"what are you doing in my kitchen?" He asks in a sneaky tone, a smirk curled over the corner of his mouth as he closed in on you , his eyes fixed to your lips.

"making breakfast?" You answer as your cheeks turned red as you fought the urge to stare back at his perfect heart shaped lips.

"i made you coffee too. For your hangover" you say , pouting out your lip slightly to make sure he couldn't miss a chance to kiss you , he inched closer to you and held your hips. You caught onto how he smelt fresh now , his perfume and toothpaste.

"aren't you a doll-" Jake cuts himself off as he tilts his head and presses his lips into yours .You feel your stomach flip as you fall against him and giggle into the kiss , wrapping your arms around his neck to purely enjoy the feeling of his lips against yours.

It felt different from last night's kiss. Last night's kiss felt like a dream , like a fiction you'd made up or some delusional daydream. But this one felt so real. It felt familiar, like you've kissed his lips a thousand times. You did , but only in your dreams. You couldn't believe this kiss was not some painfully realistic dream , and that it was infact actually happening.

"I'm sorry about last night" Jake breaks the kiss and parts from you . His words making your heart drop to the floor and shatter , tears almost fought their way. Sorry? What was he sorry about ?

"sorry?- wh-?" you barely speak in confusion.

"about the puking" Jake elaborates as he serves out some of the pasta you'd made into a bowl and you feel the biggest relief as you sigh and break into a smile.

"I meant everything I said last night. I was talking about me being drunk off my ass" Jake adds , noticing your relief . Your cheeks flushed red.

"I'm just glad you got home safe. I've seen you worse back when you and Josh used to hang out with dad" you say as you watch him grab a fork and sit down at the table.

"oh fuck that. I'm too old for that shit now" Jake says, making you laugh.

"coffee" you say as you set down the hot mug next to his bowl.

"you're not eating?" He asks with a full mouth as he grabs your wrist before you walk away.

"i already did" you say as he pulls your arm around his neck , making you wrap your other arm around his neck too and bend down to his level behind him, your ear against his.

"you're not lying to me right?" Jake asks and you turn your face to press your lips against his cheek , the smile never leaving your face.

"no. I ate while I was cooking" you speak with your lips against his cheek , pressing a peck there before standing up straight. You could see the pink tint on Jake's cheeks , but he played it cool.

"I dont want you skipping meals y|n" Jake says as he feeds himself another mouth while you walk to the counter to clear it up.

"im not" you answer.

"good girl" Jake says nonchalantly. It made your kness weak to hear him praise you like that. For a second you stopped what you were doing to imagine what he'd sound like saying that to you in bed while you did your best for him to feel good .

"you ready? Let's go" Jake sits up from the table and puts his bowl in the dishwasher before heading to the fridge to grab water.

You forgot to answer him as you watched his lips pursed out to the mouth of the cold water bottle, thristly drinking it down as his Adams apple bobbed in his stretched out throat. Even his damn fingers looks so pretty just holding the bottle up.

You snap your head away and blink before he noticed you drooling over him .

"yeah let's go were late" you say as you gather your sanity and head to the front door , knowing Jake would follow behind you.

He slipped on his beatup leather boots and grabbed his keys as he left with you , the two of you rushing to the car. But you were suprised when you saw Jake heading to the passager's side of the car as he opened the car with the keys making the car a beep.

"are you letting me drive!?" You gasp in excitement as you watched him open the passangers side door .

"hell no. I'm just opening the door for you" he say and your excitement drops to a annoyed expression as you make your way over to him as he held the door open for you.

You roll your eyes at him as he smiled at you while you got in . He made sure you were fully in before closing the door for you . You were annoyed but you couldn't help the way the butterflies tickled your stomach.

He then got into the car from the driver's side , starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway , his hand finding placement on your knee . You hoped he'd keep it there . And he did. Funny how a few months ago you wished for the exact thing . And now it was happening . It was almost too good to be true .

You reached quicker than expected. Maybe because you were focused on Jake's hand in your upper thigh , genuinely keeping it there to be close to you with his thumb gently caressing the skin. You watched his eyes on the road and his other hand on the steering.

"waitt" Jake rushed as you got out of the car.

"whatt? we're late" You copied his tone as you got out and closed the door , Jake coming up beside you before you could walk in.

His hands came up to cup your face before he closed in and kissed your lips softly . His adoration for you was shown clearly when he kissed you. And it never failed to make your face red and your stomach tickle every single time.

"see you after work" he says as he breaks away , giving you a quick peck on the cheek . You could help but smile widel to yourself as you watched him part away and go inside , catching a glimpse of his ass too. I mean how could you not?

"well well well , look who it is" Josh says as Jake walks in.

"sorry guys. I have a hangover" Jake says as he picks up his guitar case.

"you seem to be awfully pleased about that though- did something happen?" Josh asks sceptically , noticing the excitement that his twin tried to mask the minute he walked in .

"well" Jake sighed , trying to bury his excitement as he looked away , trying hard not to smile but failing miserable. The excitement on his face and the pink tint on his cheeks said everything.

"Jake!? Are you fucking blushing right now?!" Josh gasps in pure shock as he tried to get a better look at his twin.

"yes he is look at his face!" Sam pointed with a laugh.

"fuck off. All of you!" Jake snapped , trying to pretend he wasn't feeling like a giggly teenager who's head over heels with his first love.

"oh my god- what is going on" danny says between the chaos.

"Jake fucked y|n! Jake fu-" Sam yelled , point jake out to to call him out .

"what the fuck-! NO!" Jake reached out to grab Sam but Sam wrestled him .

"don't lie Jake. We can see it all over your face" Josh added.

"no-! NO! No one fucked anyone!" Jake yelled , breaking everyone into silence.

"I just figured everything out with her that's all" Jake explains, letting go of Sam.

"so y'all are a thing now?" Danny asks.

"yeah" Jake felt his excitement creep up again.

"well it was about time. I've had just about enough from the weird tensions between you two" Josh says , going back to what he was doing.

"tell me about it" Jake sighs as he continued to take his guitar out.

You were busy the rest of the day because of Greta's promo. You could wait for the day to just get over so you could go home to Jake.

As soon as you were done to went off to find Jake , finding him with the rest of the band and a few other people about something. But they all seemed to be packing up to leave.

You felt butterflies when you met eyes with Jake , his eyes literally lit up when he saw you.

"heyy" he came up giving you a kiss on the cheek , shocking you slightly because you weren't sure if he'd told anyone yet. But he didn't seem to care. You could feel Axel staring into your soul though.

"Jake let's go I wanna go home" you say , not being able to waste another minute here without being able to throw yourself him.

"why? What's wrong?" He asks , worry immediately taking over him.

"nothing I'm just tried" you grumble.

"cranky are we?" Jake smiles, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair.

"quit it!" You snap and grab his wrist . You'd spent so long getting your hair to look nice just for him and he messes it up.

"alright alright" Jake cooed , patting your hair back down before someone called out for him.

"gimme few minutes 'kay?" He says before quickly walking to them.

"y|nn!" Sam exclaims as he approached you give you a hug.

"hi Sammy" you smile as he breaks the hug.

"so Jake told us the news" he says , giving your shoulder a slight nudge with his own shoulder, making you feel like all your clothes had been taken off and you were standing there naked and exposed.

"oh- yeah" you shy away , looking over at Jake intently taking to someone.

"I'm happy for you two. We all are. Y'all are good together" Sam reassures with a pat on your back.

"really?" You smile widely and looking at him. He gives you a nod and another pat on the back.

"thank you Sammy" you look up at him with a thankful gaze .

"wanna stop by and get something for dinner?" Jake asks as he walks with you to the car , finally on the way to go home.

"why?" You ask.

"you know, just to celebrate. I don't wanna eat leftovers" Jake says as he pulls out his keys and unlocks the car.

"celebrate what?" You ask.

"us-?" Jake sighs in frustration , turning to look at you.

"are you not happy y|n? Cuz you've been acting weird. you can tell me" Jake says , seriousness in his face.

"what- Jake no. I'm happy" you shake your head.

"then why are you-" he stops himself and sighs. He looked at the floor and you could tell he was overthinking. Little did he know , you wanted to be with him more than anything. And being apart from him was what made you cranky. You were being a child, but you couldn't help it.

You raised yourself on your toes and met his lips with yours to make him stop overthinking , and also to nonverbally apologise for how you were acting.

He caught your hips and melted into the kiss as you backed up against his car , pulling him with you with your grip on the collar of his tshirt.

"you're stupid" you break the kiss to pepper kissed from his chin and up his jaw to his ear.

"been getting that alot recently" he says. You can sense the stress from his tone.

"I just don't want to mess this up" he says , the weight of his words were heavy . It makes your heart burn , but you were determined to make him feel better.

"i missed you. Today was a long day" you say , kissing his neck .

"is that why you're cranky?" He realises, his voice showing his mood was better instantly now that he understood.

"yeah" you breathe against his neck , his eyes rolled back and he let out a slight gasp as you sucked on his neck. You hoped he understood what you were getting to, and why you wanted to go home so desperately.

"fuckkk" Jake dragged , his knees almost buckling when he felt your tongue drag up on a spot on his neck , the metal piercing on your tongue ceasing to the feeling.

"baby-" he squeezed your hips tighter involuntary as you continued to purse your lips against his tanned skin and suck on it , trying hard to ignore the tent building in his pants.

"let's go home jakey" you break away from him , leaving him panting slightly and blushing at the way you said his name as you got into the car.

"fuck" Jake winced at the painful boner he had and got into the driver's seat , sweat coating his delicious skin already as his heart rate spiked up.

He pulled out of the drive way before he placed his hand on your thigh , you put your hand over his and melted into the feeling of his touch , involuntarily spreading your legs apart on the seat.

Your head was foggy with all the sinful thoughts of Jake you'd been having throughout the day. And now it was like some demonic entity that'd washed over you.

You moved his hand further up your thigh , making him look at you for a second before turning back on the road.

"I'm driving baby" he says as he swallows, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as you admired his side profile.

"please-" you barely whisper as you slid down the seat slightly , restless taking over you , your panties soaked through.

"shit" he muttered under his breath as he tried to gather his sanity, at least still the two of you got home.

But you couldn't wait for that. You pulled his hand under your skirt , between your legs and he looked at you with blown out lust filled eyes.

"Jesus you couldn't wait at all huh?" Jake asks as he decided to tend to you need , brushing his fingers against your clothes heat. The pleading look you gave him was enough to get him to do anything for you.

"i have been waiting. Since yesterday but you were too drunk. And in the morning you were asleep and we were late. And the whole of today too" you complain and he smirks, his eyes on the road.

"aw man. Been so patient haven't you?" Jake chuckles, his voice seductive and deep, his palm and fingers hot and spread out on your inner thigh as his pinky barely grazes at your aching core , making your eyebrows knit together and your breath get faster.

"fuc- yeah" you answer as you rut your hips up involuntary, the seatbelt restricting you , you could almost feel a puddle of wetness under you.

"poor thing" he mumbles , his eyes shifting between you and the road as he multi tasks between driving and teasing you.

You moan at his words. At this point you'd completely lost yourself. You felt high . High on Jake and everything about him.

He sympathised over you and allowed himself to use his middle finger to rub a gentle circle on your folds through your panties.

"The fuc- you're soaked!" Jake's eyes widened at the feeling of your panties being a complete mush of wetness. You had to be ovulating or something , you were absolutely feral just at the sight of him .

You thrusted your hips up again , gripping his wrist to keep his hand between your legs , your other hand grabbing at whatever else you could.

"shit!" Jake curses as he almost hits someone on the road , distracted by you. You didn't really seemed to care. If you had to die just to have Jake , you would.

"patience till we get home baby. We're almost there. Hang on for me yeah?" Jake coaxes , his focus now on getting you home safely more than anything.

"alright" you sigh when you realise he was being serious. You release your grip on his wrist , allowing him to use both hands on the wheel as he drove fast and careful.

You couldn't keep your eyes off him. Watching him skilfully handle the engine, his eyes focused on the road , his cheeks still slightly pink and semi hard bulge in his pants. Not to mention his beautiful side profile that has been outlined every now and then from the passing vehicles and streetlights. You had your eyes locked onto him.

He finally pulled into the drive way , you had already thrown off your seat belt and lunged the door open , Jake followed behind you into the house .

"you smell pretty" Jake's voice vibrates as he stood behind you while you unlocked the door , his hands on your hips.

Once he heard the door click open he spun you around to face him before picking you up by your waist like you weighed nothing, making you let out a small squeal before his lips caught yours in a desperate frenzy , carrying you into the house with your legs around him.

"bedroom?" He mumbles as you open your mouth wider for his tongue. You moaned at the feeling of his strong muscle fighting yours in your mouth and playing with the metal on your tongue. The kiss was all teeth and tongue.

You forgot to answer him , lost in the feeling of his mouth against yours as he pressed you against the nearest wall to hold you up. You went feral and sucked on his tongue , making him let out a low moan of amusement as he pulled away to look at you.

"bedroom?" He asks again , breathing heavily. The kiss had taken the breath away from the both of you.

"yes please" you answer , your eyes screaming desperation.

He wasted no time carrying you to his bedroom, dropping you on the bed with his body crawling over yours, but you immediately sat up and flipped him over . Switching positions to have him seated on the edge of the bed while you straddling his lap.

He latched his mouth to your neck this time , kissing you in the same spot you kissed him before , being sure to return the favour as his hands held your waist securely.

You whine as he sucked with his teeth , causing a sharp sting before running his tongue over and kissing the area.

As much as you wanted him to go on forever, you wanted more. You part from him slightly to pull your top over your head , his eyes widened, not expecting you to strip so suddenly.

You wore a padded pink bra under , letting your boobs spill out just enough for Jake to go mad. He tried his best to stare with respect but that was far from possible.

You moved further up on his lap , straddling over his crotch so his face was almost stuffed into your chest but he moved back and looked up at you , silently asking for permission.

You reach back and unclasped your bra , letting the straps slide down your arms before throwing it away . You saw Jake close his eyes for a second and gulp , trying to keep his sanity.

But you didn't want anything sane from him. You wanted him to ruin you like how you imagined he would. You always knew he was good at it. You heard from alot of people that he had a talent for pleasing women. How he would leave them ruined and fucked out and desperate for more. And all you could do was imagine what it was like. Until now.

"off" you mutter as You pulled his t-shirt over his head desperately. You just needed him as close as possible. You could crawl into his skin if you could. You threw the t-shirt away and stared down at his bare chest . Your hand ran all over his bare upper half as you arched , allow your tits to be pressed flush against his chest and your heat against his crotch .

His hands held your waist , his cheeks getting pink and his erection undeniably evident, completely simp for the way you so desperately wanted him .

You adjusted yourself on his lap , shifting to sit on his thigh and whimperd by his ear as your heat met contact with the stiff muscle of his thigh .

"needy little thing aren't you?" Jake whispered by your ear in a serious but teasing tone.

"please-" you whine , trying your hardest to keep to your senses . Your body burning with desperation and desire . You felt you might die if Jake didn't touch you this instant.

His fingers dug into you as you began to grind down onto his thigh , small pants leaving the both of you and his hot breath right by your ear .

"jake- please-please-" You practically sob out , your legs getting tired but your desperation was on fire.

"shhh alright alright" Jake pitied your desperation as he grabs your waist and holds you firm on his thigh. You throw your head back as Jake takes the lead and guides you , gripping your waist and moving you swiftly back and forth on his deliciously thick thigh .

You let out a wail as he started bouncing his ankle off the floor , making you bounce on his thigh while pressing you down on it with his firm grip on your hips. He parts from you slightly to watch your tits bouncing, his lips latching around one as you arched , throwing your head back , digging your fingers into his shoulders.

He was scared you'd lose your balance and fall back so he snaked a hand up your back and cradled you while bouncing you and grinding you against his thigh .

"that's it princess" Jake encouraged as you start to moan louder. Your grip on his shoulders were firm and you were lost in the feeling of your release that was approaching.

Jake just kept his movement and whispered small praises at you , Cradling you on his knee while bouncing you on it , coxing you to a release. His face almost copying the same expression you had on your face .

"fuc- ja- please-!" You scream out coherent gibberish as Jake pulled you to your release with his mouth working your nipples, leaving marks all over your neck and chest with his thigh bouncing under you .

Goosebumps cover your skin as you shuddered at the feeling of Jake still bouncing you on his thigh and his tongue flicking over your nipples.

"fi- ers- inside I need- so bad-" you panted as you bounced in his leg with your mouth pressed against Jake's ear and you held onto him for dear life.

"you're not making sense Princess" Jake looked at you sympathetically as he caressed your hair . Your head is spinning at this point but you needed jake or you wouldn't rest .

"Ple- please daddy-" you pant , dropping your forehead against his shoulder. Jake's eyes widened as he slowed his movements , too stunned to focus on what he was doing anymore.

"fingers- please- anything!" you wriggle on his lap because his movements ceased. you caressed him from his waist down to his crotch , outlining his bulge with your fingertips.

"Fucking Christ you're killing me" Jake breathed out as his eyes fluttered shut at the relieving feeling of being touched by you. He held you away from him to look at you , his fingers grazed over your jaw before slipping his middle finger into your mouth . Your half-lidded eyes widen as you suck on his thick finger and swirl your tongue around it hungrily , still lazily riding his thigh.

He flips you over on the bed , causing you to lie on your back with him stradling you , his finger still in your mouth. He slips his finger out and a string of saliva connecting the two of you before it breaks . He drags his finger down your chest and stomach , your legs spread out to welcome his touch.

But he closed your legs again to pull your panties along with your jeans down your thighs and then slowly shimmy it down your legs and feet before tossing it away , your legs swung right open for him again .

"fucking beautiful. I've been wanting this so badly" he mumbles to himself, desperation taking over him as his erection pained him in his pants.

He cups your heat and shoves a finger into you making you choke out a moan and grab the sheets in your fists . He pulls his finger out and circles between your soaked folds , licking his own lips as you wriggle and whimper desperately .

"easy babygirl . Relax" Jake kisses your cheek when he notices how tensed up your body was and the way you'd broken out into a cold sweat .

"easy" Jake soothes , as his finger slows down .it takes everything in you to relax your body and embrace the pleasure of his touch instead of bursting right there like a desperate time bomb. You take deep breaths and squeeze the sheets , focusing on the feeling of his thick finger massaging you with the perfect amount of pressure, like you were something delicate like a porcelain doll.

Your body tenses up again and you shoot up with excitement when Jake crawled down between your legs . Your head falls back as you feel his breath against your throbbing heat . He spreads your folds apart with his index and middle finger, the tip of his tongue barely taking a lick of your arousal.

"s-stop teasing daddy please. I need you" you cry. You sounded pathetic and you didn't even care.

"don't move" he orders before he buried his face into your aching wet folds , causing your back to rise off the bed as you hand bruried into his hair.

He starts eating you out , leaving open mouth kissed against your clit and sucking and lapping at your arousal like a man starved, moaning into your folds with his tongue coming out to lick and tease your sensitive bundle , making your whine and moan out utter gibberish.

You looked down to see his head bobbing into your folds between your legs, with his hair all messed up, sweating coating over his skin. It was the most beautiful thing to see.

It didn't take much for you to get to your release , especially with Jake's skill. But you wanted more. You wanted him inside you , fillling you up till you were stupid.

"cum for me sweetie. There you go" Jake spoke as he parted from your folds , switching to use his fingers on you , running hard tight circles , making you feel giddy.

"fuck fuck fuck!" You gasp and pant in suprise as the band snaps , giving you one of the most powerful orgasms you've ever had. Your legs closed together on his head as you tried to get him to stop. But he held you down on the bed and continued till you were completely spent , your legs trembling with the overstimulation.

Everything was spinning for a second when Jake finally stopped . You felt him come up from between your legs and hover over you, his mouth and chin wet with your arousal , his lips dark pink hi.

"you okay?" Jake spoke. But you didn't know if you could even speak a word of sense anymore. You felt like you'd taken too much esctacy and you couldn't breathe.

Your hand caressed over his bare upperbody before you found the zipper of his jeans , freeing his cock before you began jerking it , making his knees buckle into you and his jaw drop open . He was very sensitive.

You turned him over to lie on the bed again , kissing his lips before leaving a trail of kissed down his chest to his torsore , he propped himself up on his elbows as he watched you go down on him.

"ah- shit y|n wait-" his hand slipped into your hair to grab a fistful but you didn't stop. You didn't stop at all. Your mouth watered at his girth , pink and leaking.

You wasted no time flattening your tongue and licking it from the base to the top on the underside, making sure to let the metal ball from your piercing rub over him . his stomach tensed as his watched you with his eyebrows pinched tightly together.

His hand slipped out of your hand an cupped your face as you began to suck on his tip , swirling your tongue around it making him let out a gutteral moan and throw his head back ,his hair flipping back with it.

You took him in further , loosening your jaw more as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat , you stopped to adjust yourself, your eyes looking up at him intently to capture every small expression.

You held the base of his cock before finally moving up and down , swirling your tongue around his shaft before sinking down on him fully.

"fuck baby that feels-" Jake's voice trembled , his eyes half lidded and lust blown.

"oh! Shit! Fu- god!" Jake jerked up as he began blabbering when you started sucking on him. Sucking your cheeks in tight around his cock , behind sure not to use your teeth and bobbing your head on him.

"stop stop fuck-! I can't!" Jake pulled you off him gently by your hair , his cock slipped out of your mouth with a string of saliva and a lewd pop.

"i won't last if you do that. You feel too good" he panted, his chest heaving as you crawled up to his face.

He turned you on your back as he flipped over you again , his cock rubbing against your stomach making you whine in desperation . Your hands slipped into his hair and pulled a fistful close to his scalp.

"fuck me daddy" you say , crystal clear , looking dead in his eyes.

"yeah?" His breathed fanned over your face as he caressed your waist , going up to your breasts to cup on one , his other hand holding himself up.

"gonna make you feel so good" he whispers out of breathlessness , his thumb toying with your pebbled nipple , making your arousal drip down your thighs.

"you want that?" He asks , leaning into you and pecking at your skin on your cheek, you turn your face to meet his lips but avoids it to tease you , continuing to kiss you behind your ear .

"yeah I want it" you whine , thrusting your hips up against him to catch some feeling.

"how bad?" He asks. He's enjoying watching you so desperate.

"so fucking bad daddy please" you beg , almost like you're throwing a tantrum like a child wanting candy.

"so needy. Such a lil whore" Jake says, loud enough for you to hear. But he wasn't lying.

"only for you Jake" you say , completely honest. You'd never act this way for another man. Ever.

"what happened to 'daddy'?" He asks , giving you a tired toothy smile ,making you roll your eyes and chuckle sheepishly. He laughed with you , leaning down to finally kiss your lips. A gentle honest and loving one , contradicting the way he was he wa going to fuck the shit out off you in a few minutes.

He distracted you with the kiss while his hand slipped between the two of you , lining himself to your hole. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist to encourage him to keep going.

He obliged , pushing his tip into your hole gently, looking up at your face for a second before looking back down at what he was doing.

"okay?" He asks, halfway in. you nod vigorously and he lunged into you in a second, stretching you out and filling you up. The both of you letting out a gaspy moan at the feeling. He could feel your soaking walls pulsating around him and you could feel him pulsating into you. The feeling almost unreal. Your heart thumping so loud you could almost hear it.

He watched your face for any discomfort as he begins to rut his hips into you. You couldn't help the sounds that came out of you from the feeling of his girth pulling out and filling you up again , only to hit that perfect spot inside you.

You couldn't even keep your eyes open , you were complete putty under him. His damp sweaty hair brushing against your face with each thrust as his breath fell sharply on you.

"god your so perfect- so tight-" Jake rambled, his voice an octave higher. His jaw hanging slack as he let out soft moans only for you to hear.

You on the other hand , were screaming out of your lungs , loud enough for the neighbours to hear. But you couldn't help it. The pleasure was all too much and too little at the same time. You felt you would die with each electric thrust but at the same time you wanted him to keep going till you came.

"harder-" you whine and he listened, his hips violently bouncing into yours , his cock hitting your gsopt rapidly, the bed creaking loudly you thought it might break , but that still wouldn't stop you.

"oh fuck baby-" he whined out at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. His hands were almost giving out from holding himself up at the was he was snapping his hips into you. Your eyes were in the back of your head as you pulled on his hair and bounced under him , descending into complete agony and bliss at the same time.

"oh- OH FUCK!" Jake practically screams as he abruptly stops and jerks forward, his mouth open in a silent scream, making your blink your eyes open. You could feel him spilling his seed into you and his legs trembling as he tried to pull out of you.

"no don't stop please don't stop!" You cry and he had no choice but to keep going, fucking his seed into you as he moaned at the sensitivity.

You couldn't handle the way he sounded and the way he kept his pace , his cock not even softening one bit.

You got louder as you felt your legs begin to violently shake , loosing as feeling from the waist down and losing connection with the world for a minute entirely. You tried to tell him you were coming but there's no way he couldn't already tell.

Your walls fluttered tight around him making him let out whines of agony as you finally gushed out.

"fuck oh my god-" Jake mumbles as his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling of your warm release gushing around his cock , wetting everything.

"Fuck baby I'm sorry I wanted to pull out- but I- i came out of nowhere-" Jake immediately started apologizing, he could barely even breathe.

"I'm sorry" he repeated as he breathed heavily to catch his breath. You couldn't even frame a sentence, you mind a complete fog , your vision spinning with only the thought of Jake and nothing else. All you wanted was to be with him.

"y|n?" He calls out to you when you still don't respond. A hint of worry in his voice and you wish you could say something but you were too dazed, like you'd just been hit on the head.

"are you mad? Are you mad at me?" He asks in worry, his hand cupping your face to look at him and you finally burst out into a tired laughter. How could he possibly think you would be mad at him for giving you the best experience you've ever had in your entire life.

"whatt? What's funny? Why are you laughing?" He asks as he couldn't help the grow smile on his face from looking at you laugh, still worried but also happy you were laughing.

You shake your head as you continue to giggle, cupping the sides of his face as you met his hazel eyes still searching for an answer from you.

"that was the best thing ever" you say your laughter dying out and your voice slightly hoarse from the sounds you were making.

"it was" Jake sighed as he replyed the feeling of it in his head , his eyes closing for a second. You felt him shudder just barely.

"I've got plan b, don't worry" you say as you realise you can almost breathe normally again.

"yeah?" He asks to make sure.

"yeah. You just deal with the sheets" you speak quickly as you try to make a run for it.

"stop right there you little cheat" he grabs you just before you could get off the bed and pins you back down under him , making you let out a hearty laugh of defeat, tiredly trying to fight out of his grip.

"this is your mess might i remind you " he complains in a British accent as he laughs with your , trying to hold you down.

"you made me do it" you argue playfully.

"But you liked it didn't you" he teases , back in his own accent.

"I loved it" you feel your cheeks heat up as he looks at you in adoration.

"I love you" he says , with completely honestly and nothing else.

"I love you" you echo back, hoping he felt how much you meant it.

"but only if you deal with the sheets" you giggle and he groans dramatically, looking up at ceiling .

"this is bullying-" he fusses "are you bullying your peers ms.y|n?" He says as he holds your jaw and squishes your cheeks together making your lips purse out before pecking them and moving off you , making you laugh again as you watched him get off the bed and head to his bathroom. You sat up as you heard him turn the shower on.

He came back out with a towel around his waist , his skin still sweaty and pink and he came back to the bed to get you.

"go hop in the shower while I change the sheets" he says as he helps you off the bed as you got up lazily , giving you a kiss on the top of your head before smacking your ass toward the bathroom, making you yelp and glare at him before you stumbled into the shower .

You tried to bite down your smile as you entered the shower , replaying back everything that just happened , hoping you'd never forget it. It was the happiest you'd been in a while.

Your body was tired and worn , sore under the hot shower as the water soothed it. You stood under the water for a while as you heard Jake doing the bed outside , you didn't want to actually do it all on his own but he did it anyway. You stood there still not being able to hold back your smile from just thinking about him.

Not long later you hear the bathroom door open with Jake coming in , taking his towel off as he stepped into the shower with you . You turn to wrap your arms around his neck as he holds your waist , leaning in to kiss you right under the shower.

"Jesus Christ are you trying to fucking cook yourself or what?" Jake breaks the kiss as he hisses in pain , reaching behind you to the shower settings.

"no I like this temperatureee" you whine as you stop him.

"you're crazy" he says as he lowers the heat anyway and you pout at him.

"shut up" he says with loving aggression as he held your waist " turn around" he says as he turns you to back face him , grabbing the shower gel and the loofa and lathering the soap on your back , placing a kiss on the top of your head, making you bite back another smile that fought it's way through.

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Hi, it's Tim (just Tim)

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CHAPTER THREE.

Kon was waiting when Tim came back, victorious, holding aloft a large bag. "Got it!" He called out.

Kon whooshed over at super speed and took the bag out of Tim's hand. There was a millisecond where he considered tightening his hand to keep it- but he let go. Kon flashed him a brilliant white-toothed smile. Tim subtly tensed and flexed his hand. It was fine. He didn't need to maintain any kind of dignity here. He wasn't Robin: he was just a pretty rich boy that Kon wanted to show off for.

"What'd you get me?" Kon pulled the bag open eagerly like a little kid.

Tim smacked his hand lightly. "Not here," he said, and whoops. He hadn't meant to be bossy. It just came out that way. "They're less valuable as a disguise if someone can see you with them. Let's go somewhere where you can change."

"...but not somewhere that Superboy will be noticed," Kon said, clearly thinking it over. He shrugged. "Middle of nowhere it is!" He refocused on Tim, adjusting his hold on the bag to free up a hand.

Tim sucked in a breath. Honestly, being cradled had been much more comfortable for flight than piggy back. But asking for that was embarrassing.

So he stepped in close, wound an arm around Kon's neck to support his body weight, and used his abs to pull his legs up. Kon reached out to hold under his thighs and back on reflex. "Uh-"

"Let's go," Tim said, as if this was perfectly normal behavior and wouldn't be athletically challenging to the average guy.

Kon looked down at him and sort of wheezed.

Tim raised an eyebrow in question.

"Let's go," Kon said, strangled. He looked up and took off.

He set them back down a couple minutes later. He hesitated just a bit before letting Tim down in … Tim turned a circle and squinted. "Would you classify this as a meadow?" He asked, honestly not sure. He was tramping down tall grass.

Kon barked out a laugh. "City boy," he crowed, which wasn't an insult so much as an observation. It also wasn't an answer. Tim frowned at him. Kon cleared his throat and pretended to be very interested in the contents of the shopping bag. He blinked as he withdrew a leather jacket. "Thanks?" He said, sounding unsure. "But isn't this too close to my normal look?"

Tim scoffed. "Please," he said. "You think I can't style an outfit that you'd like while also creating a different impression? That's a totally different cut from your jacket," he pointed out. "And the rest of the outfit?" He gestured impatiently at the bag.

Kon laughed. "Alright, alright, calm down baby," he said.

Tim considered the merits of hitting him. But it wouldn't be effective. So he crossed his arms and waited for Kon to pull out and blink at pre torn black jeans, black boots, a red belt, and a plain white t-shirt. The last things he took out were sunglasses with a larger frame and more angled shape than Kon usually wore and a little pot of hair wax.

"I'll style your hair," Tim said, before Kon could ask. "I can make it look different from now- change the part, make it fall differently. And those are optional," he added, as Kon pulled out a small box and squinted at it.

"Are these piercings?" Kon laughed, incredulous and delighted.

Tim shrugged. "You like metal," he said blandly. His jacket was full of spikes. Tim could infer.

Kon shook the box. "Yeah, but I don't have any piercings. I'm too tough for needles."

Tim rolled his eyes. "Of course I know that," he said scornfully. "Actually look at them. Those don't require the piercing."

"....Huh." Kon pursed his lips. "I didn't know that was a thing." He shucked his current leather jacket. Then he stuck his fingers in the loops of his pants and gave Tim a coy look, motioning like he was about to pull them down his hips. "Better cover your eyes."

Tim settled in comfortably to watch, criss crossed legs and his hands cupping his chin. "Nah."

Kon flushed bright red. He swallowed, throat bobbing. He whipped around to face the other way and clearly tried to sound sauve when he said, "Just a minute."

Tim did look away, but he snickered about it.

"Done."

He looked up to see Kon pulling the sleeves of the new jacket over his arms. Tim eyed his work analytically. The jeans gave a lot more bulk to his silhouette than his tight suit pants did, changing the striking visual impact of his broad shoulders and trim waist by comparison. There were nods to his favorite colors with the red belt and black base outfit, but the white wasn't associated with the Supers at all. He looked a lot more generic- handsome, yeah, but in a less specific and striking way.

"Piercings yes or no?" Tim checked. He stood up.

Kon rolled his shoulders, checking the range of motion in his new clothes. "Oh for sure."

"Get on your knees."

Kon choked.

Tim ignored it, bending to pick up the accessories and hair wax. When Kon didn't immediately move he let out a bitchy little sigh.

Kon dropped to his knees and turned his face up. He watched Tim step in closer and detach the first faux piercing from the packaging.

"Eyebrow okay?"

When Kon nodded, Tim put three fake piercings along his left eyebrow. He flicked his gaze down to see Kon was focusing on him, pupils dilated. Tim didn't let his face change but he brushed his thumb across Kon's lower lip, inwardly smug. Kon inhaled sharply.

Tim ignored it and dropped the empty packaging. He unscrewed the hair wax and coated his fingers before digging them into Kon's hair. Kon had been wearing it all swept forward and up. Tim added a slanted part and scrunched to add curls. He glanced down. Kon had his eyes closed.

….Hmm.

He was done. He rubbed his fingers over the nape of Kon's neck anyway, digging into the muscle and scraping through the short hairs.

He pulled his hands away and then rested them on either side of Kon's collar. "There," Tim said. It came out husky. "I can be seen with you in public like this."

Kon blinked his eyes open, smiling incredulously like he didn't know how this had happened. He stood in a smooth motion. Tim let his hands fall regretfully. He put one in a pocket and clenched it where Kon couldn't see. It was still warm from contact with Kon's solar powered body.

"Thanks." Kon cleared his throat. He watched Tim with fascination. "Where do you wanna go, sweetheart?" He reached out and telegraphed his intention to scoop Tim up again. Tim let it happen, resting his head against Kon's chest.

"How long would it take you to get to California?" Tim asked idly. He knew the answer when Kon was flying for a mission. But with a regular human passenger he had to go a lot slower. He'd risk snapping Tim's neck if he flew at full speed.

Kon hummed from the back of his throat, clearly thinking it over. "An hour and change?" He estimated. "You'd probably get nasty wind burn, though, probably bruises from the windforce. Maybe two hours is safer."

Tim grimaced. That was a lot of Kon's time to take up. He suggested somewhere a lot closer– not Gotham or Blud, but still on the East coast. It was a good time for lunch at that point so they went to a crab shack and talked over an absurd amount of buttery crab legs. Tim eyed Kon's rapidly growing pile of discards and forcibly shut down his competitive urge. He didn't need to try to keep up.

There was a stutter when the bill came. Tim could see the moment Kon faltered and started to sweat at the realization that being in civvies meant he couldn't rely on celebrity freebies. He hid a snort and pulled out his personal card, flipping the bill case shut before Kon could see the total or the full name on his card. "Here," he said, lifting it to the waitstaff. "Thank you."

Kon let out a subtle sigh of relief. "Thanks for getting this one."

Tim eyed him sideways. Kon never had any money. He just got stuff for free all the time in exchange for being used in promotions because he was Superboy. "No problem," Tim said, choosing mercy just this once.

They left and walked along a cold beach. The wind pulled right through Tim's sweatshirt. He was too composed to get caught shivering, but Kon slung an arm over his shoulder anyways. It felt nice.

Tim gave him a shitty side eye for trying such a cliche. "Does that work?" He asked.

Kon winked at him. "You tell me."

Tim narrowed his eyes. He wrapped his fingers around Kon's wrist and used the grip to tug his arm down. Then he turned his head and bit down into the meat of his forearm.

"Ow!" Kon laughed, ripping his arm away. "What the hell, man?" He rubbed his forearm theatrically.

"That didn't hurt you at all," Tim said primly, and eyed the ring of tooth marks he'd left on the leather jacket. That gave it more character, actually. Kon ought to be grateful.

"You're feral," Kon said appreciatively. "Marry me?"

Tim bent down to scoop up some rocky sand. He lobbed it at him. Kon dodged with a delighted shout and threw his hands up in mock defeat. "You didn't even pay for lunch, you can't propose," Tim criticized. "Don't you have any romance in your big body?" He threw more sand. Some of this spray clipped Kon's boots.

There was an instant where Tim realized he'd fucked up. A normal guy wouldn't be able to get one over Superboy even if he was distracted. Surely Kon was going to figure it out-

Kon dove for two fistfuls of sand and flung it at Tim with a playful roar.

Ok, he didn't think about it for a single second. Tim fell into a play fight with enthusiasm and careful control to not let his reflexes come out. Kon was playing with kid gloves on as well. So it wasn't that hard to match and not do anything too athletic or Robin-y.

Tim's pocket buzzed. He ignored it. Then it went off again, again, again.

Kon paused. "You wanna get that?"

Tim frowned as he dug it out to see what was on the screen. He expected and dreaded a call, maybe from Bruce demanding an answer about what he'd been doing with Superboy.

It was his Twitter mentions.

"Oh no," he said weakly. He opened one alert with dread.

He was tagged in paparazzi photos of himself at the lunch restaurant. Kon's face was out of frame, but Tim was front and center. "Ugh!" Tim exclaimed, disgusted. He looked so soft. Was that what he looked like when he was on a date? Christ. He was never smiling at anyone ever again.

"What's going on?" Kon asked.

Tim angled his phone over to show him. "Well, you weren't recognized," he said, bitter but pleased with himself. "You're anonymous hunk."

"....What?" Kon snatched the phone away and scrolled up and down. He glanced at Tim with disbelief. "Are you famous, dude?"

Tim rolled his eyes. "Obviously." He took his phone back. "Annoying," he muttered.

That was when a text from Bruce landed, an ominous, "we have to talk." Tim closed his eyes. He rubbed at his temples. He considered it.

He turned off his phone. "Fuck it," Tim decided. "I'm already going to get hell for being here with a guy when I'm supposed to be a state away." He cut himself off before admitting too much. Kon was watching him with wide eyes, shocked and delighted. "Wanna hook up?" Tim asked.

Kon stopped breathing.

"I'm in trouble either way," Tim clarified in explanation. Plus this was probably his last chance to get his hands on Superboy, since Kon's interest lasted like 48 hours at most and Tim was definitely not going to be freed from Bruce's hovering for at least a week after he was taken into his family's grips.

'We better move,' he realized. 'If Bruce doesn't come here to get me, Dick would.'

Yeah, nope. He was not going to endure that teasing just yet.

"Yeah," Kon said, strangled. "I wanna."

Tim nodded, brisk and businesslike. He was in mission mode. "We should leave the city," he ordered. "So people aren't looking for us there. I want to get a hotel and not leave until tomorrow morning." He was going to have to face the music, but it didn't have to be now. Given the choice, Tim would never surrender into parental custody. It was a matter of principle.

Kon went white. "Y-yeah," he agreed, nodding vigorously. "That sounds so cool."

Tim tapped his fingers impatiently. Kon took the hint and picked him up. His hands were uncharacteristically sweaty. Tim nobly forgave it, just this once. "Go to Blud," he ordered, inspired. They wouldn't expect that, not when he was obviously dodging them. "We'll check in, and you can go out and get supplies for us to bunker down."

"Whatever you say," Kon said, starstruck.

Tim patted his face and then settled in for the last flight of the day.

#red just tim #timkon #dc fanfic #batman fanfiction

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