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starzwithapen · 5 months

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JOHN DORY / READER ☆ DUET?

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☆summary: Brozone happens to play on the radio, and JD's appalled to find out you're not a fan

☆content: reader is not a pop-troll, reader is gender neutral, lowkey crackfic lmao, established relationship

☆a/n: Silver wrote this one!! And okay we KNOW realistically JD would tell his partner about being in brozone but for the sake of the comedic factor in the fic he's hiding it shshsshshhsbshshsh

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You'd been sitting in the driver's seat, driving Rhonda around [a rare occurrence, but JD indulged you just this once] while John Dory stirred his sugar into his mug, handing you yours with a kiss to your cheek. You nod at him gratefully, looking down at the buttons spread across in front of you, one of them particularly sticking out to you.

“Woah, wait, I didn't know Rhonda had a radio.”

John Dory leans against the back of your seat, arms wrapped around you from behind, “ehh, I don't use it often in case it scares off all the animals.”

He pokes your arm playfully, eyes glancing out the window, “we're pretty far out, though, should be fine to listen to some tunes.”

You insert a random channel number, turning the volume upwards. This one seems to be a host speaking about the weather, so you switch to the next- sounds like a cheesy pop song of some kind, probably a boy band. You snort at the lyrics- you didn't know anyone could fit that many synonyms of “girl” into one song.

You switch onto the next channel without catching John Dory's wide, shit-eating grin, and the immediate way his face practically crumples apart, “wuh- hey, what's wrong with that last song? It was really good.”

“Okay, I know you're a pop-troll,” you start, trying to find a channel with your preferred music, “but you have to remember I'm not. That stuff hurts my ears.”

John Dory leans backwards, arms crossing around his chest, “Okay, yeah, you don't like pop music, but why that song specifically? I was really jamming out to it, y'know.” He makes that smug smile of his that normally has your cheeks heating, “guy's a lyrical genius if you ask me.”

You stare at him, unimpressed, because he's got to be joking if he thinks that song has deep lyrics.

“JD, he just rhymed baby with baby. Three times in a row. Within the same chorus.”

“Hey, it's hard to think of rhymes that don't throw off the choreo, okay?” He points an accusing finger in your direction before pausing, forcing a nonchalant pose and pursing his lips, “Or- uh, or so I've heard.”

“Yeah, yeah, that's what you pop-trolls always say. I think that guy just needs to pick up a dictionary every once in a while.”

You don't actually care about the song that much, but seeing John Dory get this riled up over it is funny enough for you to go further,

“I bet you I could write a better song by the end of the week than that guy has his whole career.”

John Dory's grin turns wolfish, and oh boy, you should've known better than to try and challenge him, even jokingly,

“Oh you bet, do you? We'll see about that.”

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This whole thing was going. Uh. Badly.

Your conversation had escalated into another one of your bets, which you surprisingly lose more often than not, most likely because you bite off more than you can chew. John Dory's unfortunately very aware of this, and throws you bait whenever he can. This time was no different. Winner gets one request for the loser.

You are not a song-writer by any means. You're a troll, yes, trolls sing and dance! But you don't write songs! The most experience you have with rhyming is a shitty poem you made as a teenager that never saw the light of day.

You'd started with listening to more of Brozone's music, and okay, you have to admit, some of their songs were actually really good okay. You'd caught yourself humming them more than once throughout the day, and John Dory always gives you that smug look from your peripherals before leaning in to kiss you senseless. He knew you were coming around to them and it was humiliating, and he was also concerningly elated by it.

While listening you've come to realise the lead singer sounds oddly similar to John Dory, just with a higher pitch and none of that raspiness. Like, freakishly similar. It's had you thinking John Dory's calling for you when he's just sound asleep, and the fact you misheard Brozone's “baby” or “honey” as JD is frankly embarrassing.

You groan and slump against the couch, the pen tumbling out your hand and clattering onto the ground below. Okay, you had to admit, this was really difficult. You were suddenly gaining so much more respect for boy bands.

You'd wanted to use this ridiculous bet as an opportunity to show off, or…even bring you and JD closer together- you know how important music is to him, so getting to write him a love song under the guise of a bet? It's a perfect chance handed to you on a silver platter!

But you just can't seem to think of the words- it's already been a week and so far you've written, what? 4 verses? And they all sucked. You wanted it to mean something- you wanted it to sound poetic and elegant and meaningful all at once, unlike those silly songs on the radio, but it just wouldn't work out!

You muffle a frustrated shout into your hands, pulling them away from your face when you hear footsteps, looking up to see John Dory towering over you.

“You give up yet?” His smile is adorable infuriating to look at, so you cast your gaze aside, huffing and grabbing your pen off the floor.

“No, ‘course not.”

He hums, patient for you to admit defeat, trying to take a peek at your notebook from up above, though you're not too worried since he can't read upside down [or at all, you've come to suspect].

“Okay, fine, I give up. You win.”

John Dory lets out a ‘whoop!’ and throws a fist upwards in celebration, smile so wide you're afraid he'll split his face apart.

You sigh, “Okay, hit me with it, I'm doing the dishes for a full week? Scrubbing Rhonda's windows?”

“Sing a duet with me.”

“This is so unfair, you know I hate doing the dishes- wait- huh?”

John Dory looks at you with a hopeful gleam in his eyes, holding his palm out for you to take, “Sing a duet with me. C'mon, don't think I haven't seen you swaying to my- uh, ahem, Brozone's music the past few days.”

He recovers quickly from his slip-up, tugging you upwards once you take his hand. He carefully starts up his record player, and you're surprised to find you recognise the song immediately, since it'd become a favourite of yours this past week.

“You know this one?” JD grins in your direction, one hand on your waist and the other on your shoulder, his touch gentle yet firm, “think I've heard you hum it a few too many times during breakfast.”

The song starts off slow, as does your dancing, the both of you simply swaying together- you don't exactly…dance often, so your movements are clumsy while his are self-assured.

The lyrics are cheesy, all about young teenage love, but…they make you feel giddy, your steps becoming lighter, your heart fluttering about. And, well, the song may not have deep mind-blowing lyrics, but you think that's the point of it. It's just meant to be fun, have your blood pumping and your heart soaring.

“We're grown adults, this song is for highschoolers.” You say, though your smile is fonder this time. John Dory chuckles and spins you around in his arms, making your head spin in more ways than one, your feet tripping up over his, “C’mon, live a little! Who says we can't be young and free in our mid-thirties?”

You stumble in place, trying to blink the dizziness out your eyes.

“JD, I'm gonna knock you out.” You try your best to grumble, but it only comes out flustered with how hot your cheeks are.

He smirks, twirling you around, “You've already knocked me-” his foot slides under yours, and you fall down into his arms with a yelp as he catches you in a perfect dip- “off my feet.”

Just before you can spew another insult at him for catching you off-gaurd like this, he leans in to kiss you, lips melding against yours sweetly. You melt into it, his arms secured around you so you don't fall, the music fading into background noise in your mind. You know your voice will be hoarse from singing and your muscles sore from dancing by the end of the night, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Would be superr cool if you left feedback if you enjoyed it's super helpful and much appreciated ! this guy is so cringefail I NEED HIM. -silver

#starzwrites #WORKING ON VIVA REQS RNNN ^w^#this was already in our drafts since silver wrote it so Im posting jt rn while i work on Viva stuff yippeee !!!#trolls #trolls x reader #john dory x reader #trolls john dory x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert

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jeankirsteinsgirl · 9 months

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Hi babe! I saw your post about sending requests! What about Husband!Jean who is absolutely head over heels for his wife. Like he still gets giddy whenever he sees her and still flirts with her as if they aren’t married. 😭 it’s so cute!

Husband!Jean headcanons

Summary: Jean being a sweetie as your husband!!

CW: lots of fluff, maybe a little suggested smut, not much.

Husband Jean who loves to do acts of service for his beloved like making you breakfast in bed on the weekends, running you a warm bath, giving you massages when you're on the couch, bringing you flowers home as soon as he can

Husband Jean who wakes up before you and lets you sleep while admiring your beautiful sleeping face, just thinking about how lucky he is to sleep next to you

Husband Jean who pulls a blanket over you whenever you accidentally fall asleep on the couch, being sure to tuck you in and kiss your forehead

Husband Jean who insists he hates your silly little shows but watches and comments on them the entire time

He'd pretend to be looking at his phone and glance up when you're not looking until you catch him watching intently making little comments every now and then on what's happening until he asks you to watch it with him

Husband Jean who drunk texts you about how much he loves his wife lmao

"Look you're really sweet I'm sure but I'm married" in response to your text asking him when he was coming home later

Husband Jean who buys you whatever you want whenever you want

you tell him you don't need him to, and you don't want to be spoiled but how could he not spoil you when you're so perfect

Husband Jean who comes up from behind you and wraps his long arms around your waist while you're trying to cook dinner for him

"You're so beautiful you know that baby?" while pressing a kiss to your temple

Husband Jean who insists you look better without makeup, even when you tell him that's not necessarily a compliment

Husband Jean who brushes out your hair after your shower

Husband Jean who tries to do all the chores around the house because he thinks you're too pretty to work

Husband Jean who would go out of his way to bring you coffee at work just because you were feeling a little stressed

Of course he remembers your coffee order and he would write a cute little message on it before delivering it to you

"Got this for you honey, just a little pick me up"

Always touching you lol loves holding your hand, playing with your hair, smelling your scent when he hugs you, loves when you lay on him, picking you up, hugging you.

Still flirts with you like you're dating

'"Hey gorgeous how 'bout you and me go on a little date later hm?" "Jean we're married... and we live together."

Husband Jean who doesn't even notice any other women, if he dated anyone before you ha can't remember

You're his one and only and he absolutely worships the ground you walk on

Husband Jean who secretly smells your perfume when you're away because he misses you so much

And of course, if you're away for a while he would write you handwritten letters detailing how much he adores you

Husband Jean who has a big boy job and makes lots of money so he tries to convince you to quit you're job because "Pretty girls shouldn't have to work"

Always wants to kiss you even when it annoys you

Just brushed your teeth? Kiss. Got super drunk? Kiss. Just woke up? Kiss. Trying to eat your dinner? Kiss. In the middle of drinking the coffee, he bought you? Kiss. He can't get enough

Husband Jean who worships your body both sexually and non-sexually.

Loves watching the way you walk, the way your face crinkles when you laugh, loves the feeling of your small fingers intertwined with his, loves how soft your hair is.

Would kiss every inch of your body and has

When you're "making love" as he calls it he would just worship you the entire time

Husband Jean who still gets all flustered and embarrassed when you tell him you want him

Husband Jean whose face turns all red and turns away when you take your clothes out in front of him because he wants to be respectful

Husband Jean who puts your pleasure first of course

"You're so fucking beautiful baby, how did I get so lucky?"

"God you have the most perfect tits I've ever fucking seen."

"You're so gorgeous under me you know that? You know how pretty you are?"

Drives you around everywhere, you're the passenger princess of course

Opens every door for you whenever he can

Knows all of your favorite things and gets them for you whenever you're feeling down

Let's you cry on his chest and holds you tight while he wipes away your tears with his tough fingers.

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1whore1gang · 6 months

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it's the little things🤍

part 1

part 2

Enjoy part 3 besties :)

I feel like something bad has happened in every chapter so far, i’m sorry lmao

the next chapter will be fluffier 🫡

WARNING: this chapter contains some tough topics such as SA, read at your own risk!!

Taglist: @ghostslittlegf @sketchyfandomgirl @batw3nch @thedevillovesflowers @gaymistakeboi @almightywdm @under-the-dirt @clear-your-mind-and-dream

(if i forgot anyone i apologize!!)

I feel like these are getting shorter and shorter 😬

The hum of the coffee machine was the only noise in the kitchen as you waited for the coffee to brew. You and Price were able to squeeze in a couple more hours of sleep before you became restless and got up to make coffee.

You had your arms wrapped around yourself due to the cold air in the compound. Taking a deep breath, you watched as the coffee began to pour out into the container. The smell of it already woke you up more as you breathed it in.

Pulling out the mug underneath, now filled with the liquid, you began to blow on it before setting it down hearing footsteps approaching.

"Morning. Did you make any tea?" Price's groggy voice rang through the silence.

"No, I didn't I'm sorry." You wrapped your sweater closer around your body.

"S'all good." He mumbled, moving around you to get a kettle going. "You still got that training session today?"

"Yeah, new recruits. It was supposed to be me and Ghost, but I told them Ghost got the flu." Price chuckled at that.

"Want me to come help you since you're down a man?" You tilted your head in confusion at his statement.

"Who would watch the boys?"

"Laswell. We can trust her can't we?" You lolled your head to the other shoulder, thinking.

"I suppose so. how do we even tell her? She's gonna report us for illicit drug use." You laughed a little at the thought.

"I'll tell her it's my nephews or something, or we can tell her the truth?" Price laughed along with you.

"Can I ask you a question?" Price hummed as confirmation. "Why haven't we fought yet? Usually when we work together, we're at each other's throats."

Price nodded, obviously contemplating his answer. "I don't know." He said it so simply, as if he hadn't noticed the change in behavior from you both. "Maybe because there's children involved?"

"How many rescues have we done with children where we're still fighting?" Price nods in agreement.

"I'm not sure then." He looks up at the clock, noticing the time. "Let me go ring Laswell while you get ready."

Somehow, Laswell bought the nephew lie. She agreed to watch them for a small amount of time.

"Alright recruits. I'm your Lieutenant, and you can call me that. This is Captain Price, you report to him for any major or emergent situations, otherwise you find me or Sergeant Garrick, who you will meet at a later date. Today, we are going to go over some basic defense maneuvers."

Carefully, you taught the recruits, demonstrating each device with Price. From what you could see, the recruits were catching on quickly. "Finally, my favorite defense mechanism." you signaled Price to come at you, putting you in a headlock. Bending down and quickly pulling your body weight forward, you fling Price over your head.

You hear a couple of recruits gasp. "For the nature of this exercise, we will have each one of you come up to try to flip one of us instead of having you flip each other."

One by one, each recruit came up attempting to flip you and Price. A couple failed, which is normal in these types of training situations. You only had a couple of recruits left. "Private Taron?" you called the young man up. "Try to flip me." You heard Price call up another recruit as you wrapped your arm around the Private's neck. He easily had you flying over him, landing roughly on your back.

You felt the wind being knocked out of you. "Here, let me help you." Taron reached out a hand, helping you up off the floor. When you stood up, he didn't let go of your hand. "Can I ask you something since I'm the last one in your line?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

"No problem, I just wanted to see if you could flip me?" You froze at the question but took the challenge since Taron was about the size of Price.

"Why not, I could use the challenge." You prepped yourself, waiting for him to wrap his arm around you. "Ready when you are-"

Your words caught in your throat as you felt him grind himself into you, his erection pressing into your lower back. "See what you do to me ma'am? You won't write me up for sleeping with my superior will you?-"

Quickly, you flung him over your head, him landing with an audible thud. "You have a meeting with General Shephard at 0800. Don't be late."

You left the room quickly, not even bothering to look at Price. You beelined to your room to change and shower as quick as you ever had before going to relieve Kate from the boys.

"Thanks again Laswell."

"Anytime, his nephews are angels." She left without another word as you looked down at the three littles in their playpen.

Soap and Gaz were playing with some little planes you and Price had bought while Ghost was asleep. Soap looked up at you and his little face lit up, making grabby hands at you. You smiled as you picked him up. He immediately snuggled into your neck, letting out the cutest little sigh. Gaz followed suit, giving you grabby hands as you picked him up too. "Come on boys."

Moving over to the pullout couch, you propped the two boys to where each one was laying on a shoulder as you sat back. Both of them seemed calm, almost sleepy at contact. You stroked their little heads, shushing them into a nap since Laswell said she couldn't get them to settle.

You tried to focus on the current moment and not the disturbing event that had happened not even 10 minutes prior.

Your skin itched, feeling exposed, dirty. You felt violated. You felt tears sting your eyes, trying your hardest to focus on the little sounds coming from Soap and Gaz. Deep breaths left your mouth, trying to calm yourself.

Little snores filled your ears as your face became red with tear stains. You moved to set the boys back down, feeling bad for not holding them for very long. You sat with your head in your hands, trying to subside the tears you felt. It was such an icky feeling, your body crawling with an uncomfortable feeling.

You didn't want Price to see you like this, you knew he'd ask about what happened and you two would get into a heated debate about how you could've handled it better than storming out.

You could hear his voice now, telling you how you should've reported him right away, spoke up. His voice telling you that your response was immature.

Sighing, you took out your phone to send an emailed report to Shephard so he knew what was happening when the recruit walked in.

Footsteps filled your ears as you hit send, the door opening slowly as a freshly showered Price entered the room. "What the hell was that?"

"I'm not doing this right now. Yell at me all you want another time."

"No, explain to me why you walked out on those recruits." His voice was beginning to border the line of anger.

"Price, please."

"No, Y/N, what was that?! It doesn't matter who you are, you don't walk out on recruits during a vital training sessions." his stood against the closed door, his arms crossed. His head tilted as he spoke.

"Can we please not do this?" You finally made eye contact with him for the first time since he had stepped in. This made him see your tear ridden eyes.

"Tell me. Now." His voice was almost a growl as it came out.

"Please-"

"WHO?!" He boomed as his hands slammed down on the table in the kitchenette of his room. It made you flinch, which made his gaze soften. "Y/N."

"Price." He moved over a few steps closer to you.

"Tell me. Please." You saw his eyes change from being the angry narrowed look to a more gentle, beckoning one. "I am still your superior, so you report any issues to me, regardless of what it is."

"Don't fucking pull that card." You shook your head in annoyance.

"I can pull whatever card I goddamn want, I am your Captain and you will tell me what happened." You was back to the pointed look he always gave you.

You huffed out a breath. "You don't give up do you? Don't know when to stop talking?"

"Y/N..."

"One of the recruits rubbed their hardened cock on me and told me that they wanted to sleep with me. Happy?"

"Y/N, if you had just-"

"Don't start. I know you're gonna tell me my response was immature and that I'm overreacting or I misheard him. You're going to tell me the statistics of women getting harassed in the military and how one little grope isn't gonna hurt me right?" You watched Price's face turn to one of horror.

"Why the hell would I say that? Do you really think so lowly of me?" Price was hurt now.

"Because that's what you did last time something like this happened. November 4th, 2020. We were on a mission in Dubai and one of the new soldiers on the mission groped me and fondled me. You told me I was overreacting and told me to brush it off."

Price was froze, his mind turning for answers to why he did that. He wasn't speaking nor moving. Instead, he just walked out.

He walked out on your important conversation like that. Left you alone in your state of pain and the familiar feeling of betrayal came back to your chest.

That feeling was a package deal when it came to your Captain. You always felt betrayed and hurt by him due to your common interactions. He was tough on you, and you two never were on the same page.

Except lately, you thought you were. You were so wrong.

You took your things and the boys back to your room that night, wanting to be away from your Captain. You knew the kindness was too good to be true, deep down though you wanted it to linger just a little bit longer.

His offers to cook or watch the boys, the way he would look at you and tell you to rest. You wanted the kindness in his eyes and his smile to stick around longer.

You wanted John, not Price.

And you'd never have that. Not with your Captain's history with you. The constant fighting, the butting of heads, the disagreeing will never go away, and as you realized that, you cried.

You had seen a glimpse of the man behind the title, and you welcomed the warmness he had brought to your eyes. The way his personality shown through instead of his usual coldness. You had felt a tinge of a friendship blooming, but that has quickly been ripped from your grasp.

While you were crying, you looked over to see Ghost standing up in the playpen, staring at you with a blank expression and wide eyes. He whined when you looked at him. "Oh, Simon..."

Moving, you picked him up and rocked him in your arms as he began to sniffle. "I'm okay, just the usual squabble with our Captain." You shushed him, trying to convince this small child that you were okay.

His little hand reached up to touch your mouth, letting out a little sound. he blinked at you a few times, still sniffling as his bottom lip quivered and he eyebrows were down.

You smiled a little at the seemingly meaningless gesture. "How do you know how to make me smile even as a baby?" You laughed a little as he sad expression faded, his little hand dropping back down. he let out a couple of little baby babbles, and you smiled again. "My Simon always comforting me, even if it's incoherent baby noises." He yawned, leading you to move him back into the playpen, giving him a thank you, even though you knew he couldn't understand you. He yawned again as he rolled over, closing his little eyes.

You sat back down in your bed as your mind raced a million miles a minute.

How could your Captain be so double sided, and what triggered him to change from cold to warm, but so quickly snap right back?

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #johnny mactavish #simon ghost riley

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robinsno1lesbian · 1 year

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𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐍.𝐖.

nancy wheeler x female! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a trip to murray's cabing changes everything between you and nancy. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6226

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), mention of alcohol, fingering, soft dom!nancy, oral, thigh riding, finger sucking, praise kink, use of petnames, dirty talk (let me know if i missed anything!) 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: we need more nancy wheeler x reader content on tumbrl!!! no beta read because who needs that anyway? (i definitely do but...you know?) also the ending is kind of rushed because i had to leave lmao

he raises his brow in surprise as you friendly decline the offer of sleeping in one bed with nancy.

"oh" you say. "oh no- we aren't- we aren't that- i mean...we're friends"

he huffs, leaning forward in his armchair, his elbows resting on his knees.

"now this is interesting..." he glares from you over to nancy, then back at you.

"you're telling me there isn't some secret thing going on between the two of you?"

you watch nancy from the corner of your eye, the question seemingly catching her by surprise.

before either of you can give an answer, he leans back again.

"well Y/N Y/L/N you are quite easy to read...always present, yet somehow you never fit in. some might say it is because you're insecure or...whatever girls your age might be. but I don't think that's the whole truth, or is it?"

you open your mouth, then close it again like a fish on land.

"you, Y/N, are different from all the others and you know it. you know you won’t fit it. you know you won't ever like a boy the way your girlfriends might, don't you? and this is why you keep a distance from everyone else in this world because, god forbid, what if someone finds out?"

you can hear nancy inhale sharply right next to you, but you are too focused on his words to care.

"you, however,” he turns to face nancy. "you are harder to read…" he nods slowly.

"but i think....i think I figured you out too...nancy wheeler you aren't that different from our lovely Y/N here, you know? well, you have been with boys, haven't you? but here is my theory-"

he inhales.

"you have been running your entire life. when things get messy, nancy wheeler is the first to run. but it's not just with others, you do it to yourself too. you run away from your own feelings, desperately trying to push them away. as if they'd vanish into nothingness as long as you just keep running"

you shoot a glare at nancy.

her eyes are wide, her nostrils flaring in the dim light of the room.

"you seek the comfort of some boy, am i right? thinking that the salvation of his arms will eventually drown out all of the other things that your heart is longing for. i just know there is one, i just need a name...what's his name, come on. what's his name?!"

"steve" you say. the name alone is enough to make your blood boil. "his name is steve"

"steve! you seek steve's comfort, love and maybe even validation because it might make it all go away. but nancy wheeler, it won't. and you see this is the difference between the two of you. Y/N is keeping her distance because she knows what she's feeling and she's scared other people will know it too but you...my god you just run away from it until your whole body is sore"

your heart is beating a mile a minute, thundering within your chest.

could he be right? he certainly was when it came to his assumptions about you.

"so..." he spreads his arms. "how was i?"

nancy jumps up from the couch fast -too fast.

"whatever you think you know" she nearly snaps, close to losing her temper.

"it's wrong. i will gladly take the couch. y/n can have the bed. now if you would just...leave us?"

you swallow the spark of hope that you've felt about the thought of nancy, secretly being just like you, and get up.

"where is the bedroom?" you ask, trying to ease the tension.

"nancy and girls" you sigh, as you sit down on the bed. "as if!"

you scoff, trying to push the thought away for another time, and lay down in the bed that is supposed to be yours for the night.

you very much know you'd be lying if you said the thought of it wasn't thrilling. you know you've liked nancy for a long time now -longer than you'd care to admit.

though you've always thought she was straight, well, until this very moment.

your desperate attempt of trying to escape the thoughts turns out to be unsuccessful as you find yourself tossing and turning relentlessly.

eventually, you sit up again.

you feel the urge to explain it all to nancy. to at least clear out whatever has gotten into her.

and even though you have no idea how to start, you move towards the door.

when you open it, the darkness of the night immediately spilling into your room, you are surprised to see another silhouette making its way through the living room -one you would recognize out of a million others.

'nancy?' you whisper, your fingers searching for the light switch.

once it's found, light floods the room, allowing you to see more of her than just a shadow.

her hair is put up messily and she's wearing her pajamas already. her arms are hugging her own body tight as if that would make the uncomfortable autumn cold go away.

'hey..'

'hi,' she replies, awkwardly stepping closer to you.

'look, y/n, about what he said earlier...i don't even know where to start but...'

'he's totally drunk' you interrupt, your face growing hot. 'that's all!'

she looks up, and something within her eyes, her big blue doe eyes, is different. you just can't place it yet.

regardless of that, she nods, a brief smile flashing over her face.

'yeah right? i mean he is so drunk...'

you quickly nod, fighting back the urge to bite your lower lip, as you always do when telling a lie.

he might have been drunk, but that isn't what this is about. it isn't the reason why he said all of those things.

'he totally was...' the silence that follows is nearly unbearable.

'i am...i am gonna go to bed now' you finally speak, your words cutting through the night like a knife.

'oh- yes sure'

'good night, nance'

you turn on your heel, not really waiting for an answer, to go back to bed.

'what the fuck y/n' you whisper to yourself once you have reached the safety of being behind closed doors.

you shake your head slightly before laying down again.

frustrated you turn off the light on your nightstand, a gesture that is supposed to be final.

just a couple of seconds later you switch it back on.

how is one to even think of sleep like this? and why did this guy, murray, have to bring this stuff up?

your head is spinning, filled with questions that need to be answered.

for the second time, you throw the thick blanket aside to sit up.

you feel so stupid, but the uncertainty is even worse. there is a bit of worry, too, because something, though you aren't entirely sure what it is, is clearly wrong with nancy.

the cold floor beneath your feet makes you shiver as you walk through the room.

once you’ve made your way to the door, your hand reaches for the doorknobs.

as you try to walk out of it, you notice that the lights are still turned on.

yet before you have the chance to focus on that, you crash into nancy, who is standing just a couple of inches away from your door.

her sudden presence takes you by surprise, yet the fact that she is standing as close to you as she currently is, causes your mind to go completely blank.

your eyes meet hers and the glance that is exchanged tells you more than a thousand words.

her pupils are blown wide, leaving little of the blue in her eyes. there is something else in her gaze, something you have never seen in her before.

almost a hunger for something and...

oh.

before you can question what exactly is going on, you feel nancy's lips on your own.

plump and pink, they're pressed against your skin and you can't help but return the kiss.

and as unsure and delicate as it might be, it rouses all the feelings you've tried to oppress.

the stolen moments of loving nancy in silence threaten to spill out all at once, all of that just because of a simple kiss.

you wonder what else nancy could do if this results from nothing but her lips on yours.

unfortunately, the sensation goes just as fast as it has come.

nancy takes a step back and stares up at you apologetically.

she's pounding and shocked by her own actions and all you can do is stare right back at her, surprised by the unsaid confession she has made.

she brings her hand up to her chest in what seems like an attempt to stop her heart from racing.

she stumbles backward too, as if in fear.

it is painful to watch her like this. as if you’d judge her -or even worse hate her- for kissing you.

too painful, you quickly decide.

so you go after her, follow her, and within two big steps, your chest bumps into hers.

carefully, you place a hand on her cheek, taking in the heat that's radiating from her skin.

'nance' you choke out.

then your lips are pressed against hers again and everything falls into place. you move quicker than your brain can comprehend but none of it matters.

her hands are in your hair and on your waist and her lips, god, her lips are the only thing you can focus on.

every inch of your skin is on fire at the feeling and the more your lips move together, the more confident you grow.

eventually, her tongue slips past your lips and the last bits of ice are broken into nothingness.

she nearly throws her body towards you, catching you by surprise as you manage some shaky steps back until hitting the door behind you.

nancy's lips never leave yours as she cups your face with both of her hands, the kiss growing more and more intense with every second that goes by.

you can feel the pad of nancy's thumb, gently caressing your cheek. you can feel the same breath the two of you are sharing, coming hot and heavy from her lips.

at the first small noise that erupts from the back of her throat, you nearly cry out, as you've been dying to hear such sweet noises coming from nancy's lips.

she must have noticed, as a steady flow of light moans and gasps escapes her lips.

eventually, you have to break the kiss, trying to catch your breath as you stare at her.

you are mesmerized, her lips puffy from the kisses you have shared.

'nance...' you whine, hating yourself for how desperate you sound.

'god nancy...'

she takes the hint, pushing you into the room and closing the door on your way in.

she takes advantage of your foggy state of mind and guides the two of you through the room, until the back of your knees hit the bed.

you gladly allow her to push you down onto the mattress but she eagerly follows, crawling over your body until her face lingers above yours.

her lips are slightly parted and shine in the dim light of the room. her chest rises and falls as her breaths come in short puffs.

you’re thankful that she has decided to take control over the situation. it’s pleasant but not surprising: nancy has always liked to be in control of things.

you reach out and brush the hair out of her face -a gesture to calm down both her and your own nerves.

your heart is beating a mile a minute and your mind is struggling to keep up with everything that is happening.

"what do you want nancy?" you whisper and bite your lower lip. she looks gorgeous, towering over you with a determined look on her face.

"i want you. all of you" she licks her lips. "if that's okay?"

"more than okay" you reply, nodding eagerly.

she leans back. "sit up"

you do as you're told, all of your limbs listening to nancy's command.

you sit up slowly, leaning against the headboard for support as you watch nancy straddle your lap.

you can immediately feel the heat coming from underneath her thin shorts. you mutter curses under your breath at the new feeling.

she takes your head in her hands, her thumbs massaging your cheeks.

"we don't have to do this okay? i don't want you to feel pressured or-"

"nance" you cut her off sharply. "i do want this"

you emphasize your point by placing your hands on top of hers.

"i want this so bad" your voice turns into a whine that you can't find the strength to feel embarrassed about. but if anything, it spurs nancy on.

she kisses you again, passionately and with purpose.

you fight back the urge to roam her entire body with your hands and choose to place them on her waist, giving her an encouraging squeeze.

the moment you part your lips, nancy's tongue slips past them again.

you moan into her mouth at the feeling.

you doubt that you would ever get tired of kissing nancy but she isn't done with you yet.

she yanks your head back and attacks your neck with kisses.

you can feel her sucking on your skin, right below your jaw, and that feeling alone is enough to let you see stars.

"oh god" you mutter.

nancy looks up at you to make sure what she's doing is alright.

"take off my clothes" you murmur, lost in the blue of her hungry eyes.

"gladly" she replies, already fumbling with the hem of your shirt.

you lift your arms, giving her easier access as she strips off the item and throws is across the room. you are not wearing a bra and, with the clothing gone, you find yourself topless underneath nancy wheeler.

she takes a moment to admire your body, her eyes looking at you in awe.

"you're beautiful" she finally speaks, all while unbuttoning her own shirt as well.

she's a tease, pushing each button through its hole slowly while never breaking eye contact.

"god nance" you groan with anticipation that makes her giggle.

the shirt falls loosely around her slender shoulders and she pushes it off of her body in a smooth motion.

it pools around her hips and you are face to face with nancy’s tits. she is, without a doubt, gorgeous and it takes everything within you not to put your hands all over her.

"you are stunning, nancy" you tell her, your fingertips ghosting over her back, moving downwards.

goosebumps start to rise beneath them and she shivers.

"touch me" nancy mumbles. her eyelids flutter close when your touch becomes firm on her back.

you allow your hands to wander for a bit before moving them to her chest.

you inhale sharply as your palms cup her breasts.

nancy lets out a breathy laugh at your reaction.

"like what you see?"

you nod, your mouth falling slightly open while you run your thumbs over her nipples.

nancy sucks in a breath, her back arching further into your touch.

"f-fuck" she mumbles and you smile.

if this is a dream, you find yourself thinking, please let me stay here forever. fortunately, it is not a dream. nancy is there, on top of you, impatiently straddling your lap.

without giving it any further consideration, you lean forward and put your mouth on her.

nancy shudders beneath your lips. her hands are immediately curling up in your hair in an attempt to pull you closer.

you place gentle kisses on her skin before wrapping your lips around her nipple, sucking carefully.

you’ve never done this before but nancy’s reaction confirms that she seems to like what you’re doing to her:

her head falls back and you watch her through thick lashes. she is completely blissed out, experiencing this much pleasure from nothing but your lips.

“oh” she breathes shakily.

your fingers dance over her ribcage, slowly moving further down, all while your lips never leave her chest.

but just when you reach the elastic of her shorts, she grabs your wrists and stops you.

you immediately release her nipple with a wet pop and lean back.

nancy's pupils are blown, giving her a dark look. it sends another heatwave straight to your center and you nearly moan at the sight of it.

"wait" she whispers.

"are you okay?"

she nods slowly. "don't worry, i just-"

blush creeps up her cheeks and you grin sheepishly. "it's okay" you reassure. "whatever you want"

"need you like this" she slurs.

you raise your brows at her. "like what?"

but she's already shifting her body, leaving her straddling just one of your thighs.

you can feel her hot center against your exposed skin, her heat soaking through the thin layer of fabric.

"i want to ride you" she admits in one shaky breath. "is that okay?"

god, you know you want nothing more than for nancy wheeler to make a mess on your thigh.

"yes please" you place your hands on her hips. "you can do whatever you want to me nance"

the confession slips past your lips before you can comprehend your words. but nancy doesn't seem to mind: it even turns her on further.

"yeah?" she mumbles against your lips and, to test the waters, rolls her hips against you for the first time. her center creates a delicious kind of friction that runs through your entire body.

your fingers tighten around her hips which she takes as a sign to move faster.

"fuck" nancy groans “you’re so good for letting me ride you like this” she presses her lips against yours.

the kiss is uncoordinated, all tongue and teeth while nancy never stops rutting against you.

she reaches out to grab the headboard behind you for support, caging you in between her arms. you wouldn’t mind dying like this, suffocated by the magic that is nancy wheeler.

the friction between your bodies gets more fiery as the seconds pass by and you can’t stop your hips from bucking upward im sync with nancy’s slow rolling.

you stare up at her. her eyes are shut tightly and her head has fallen back. her lips are parted and a steady stream of quiet moans is coming out of them. she looks like a mess.

a beautiful fucking mess, all because of you.

"yeah" you encourage her and her eyes fly open to look at you. "just like that nance"

feeling especially bold, you ground her against yourself, once, twice.

her eyes roll back and the loudest moan so far leaves her mouth.

god, more of that, please.

as she gets off on your thigh, an idea occurs to you: her tits are bouncing right in front of your eyes, her nipples still glistening from your previous actions.

you kiss the valley between her breasts before working on her left breast. you flick your tongue over the hardened nipple harshly and nancy moans again.

"fuck y/n- feels so good! you’re doing such a good job” her voice sounds breathless and high pitched but there is something firm about it. like she’s still the one in charge.

nancy’s praise goes straight to your center.

your hands cup her other breast and give it a squeeze.

"god" she keens. "god, fuck- please don't stop"

you would not dare to stop. not when you can feel her cunt throbbing against you through her pants. not when she's holding onto that creaking headboard for dear life. not when this whole sight is making you wetter than you've ever been all your life.

so, naturally, you just keep going. after a couple of minutes, the only noise that is filling the room is the one coming from between nancy's legs. the delicious sounds of her arousal, being dragged over your thigh by the force of her hips. her eyes have fallen shut again but she's closing them tightly now. squeezing them together with a concentrated look written over her face.

you can tell, right then and there, that she is close. her breath is becoming shorter with every exhale and her movements are faster than they have been before.

"'m close" she mutters through gritted teeth. "y/n please, so close-" the headboard gives another concerning creak.

the sensation and heat of the moment are becoming too much and not nearly enough.

nancy reaches for the back of your head with one of her hands and yanks you back, away from her sensitive breasts. your gaze instantly meets hers.

“kiss me” she groans.

you follow her order immediately, pressing your lips to hers. you drink every noise that comes from nancy’s throat, take in every moan and whine that she can’t oppress.

you can feel her on your leg and you don’t even have to look at it to know that she’s incredibly wet. your teeth graze her lower lip at the same time you flex your muscle against her at and that is all it takes.

"gonna cum, gonna cum" she cries out.

her movements stutter and you take the opportunity to move her against you by the hips.

nancy throws her head back, her curls framing her face perfectly. her mouth has fallen open and her eyes have rolled back.

her body goes completely rigid as her orgasm washes over her.

"fuck" she cries out loudly, not stopping her movements just yet. you let go of her, allowing her to ride you mercilessly but at her own pace.

the room felt cold before, but that seems to be long gone. you can feel a thin layer of sweat of your forehead and hot puffs of nancy’s breath on your skin.

nancy, who is still cumming on top of you. her orgasm ripples through her in waves and she’s grinding down desperately.

“y/n” she manages. “look at me”

your eyes meet hers. her mouth hangs open, her chest heaving rapidly. you can’t help but take pride in that. you are the one who made her look like this.

she slows down, her clit too sensitive for any further stimulation.

once she has ridden out her orgasm, her limbs begin shaking against you.

"hey nance" you spread your arms and she immediately understands. with her body slack, she drops against you, but you gladly let her.

you wrap your arms around her and she places her head on your chest.

her hand finds yours and she reaches for it in an instant. you smile at the feeling of her fingers linked with yours.

there is no place in this world you would rather be right now.

"thank you" she murmurs hazily.

you press your lips to her temple.

"do you need something? water? a blanket?"

she shakes her head. "just you. for now."

you nod because you know she's right. nancy wheeler is all you ever needed in life.

after a while, nancy untangles herself from your sweet embrace. you raise your brows at her but she just smiles, takes you by the shoulders, and pushes you down into the pillow.

"woah nance" you laugh. "we don't have to-"

she cuts you off. "i want to. if that's okay?"

you don't need to be asked twice. of course you want nancy, considering the wetness that's still pooling between your legs, you actually need her. desperately.

"it's more than okay" you lean up to meet her lips halfway.

you moan against her lips as she parts them for you. she takes her time kissing you, exploring every inch of your mouth as her hands pin you down.

making out with nancy is pure bliss but, by the way your hips buck up involuntarily, you know you need more than that.

nancy hums against your wet and plump lips. "what do you need?"

"please" it's barely a whisper. "touch me"

her hand moves down your body, all the way down to the hemline of your pants.

your whole body shivers at the contact and your hips buck into her hands.

"shhh" she whispers. "don't worry. I'll take care of you”

you nod and she strokes your cheek gently before leaning in to kiss your earlobe.

the sensation of her breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine.

her lips are right next to your ear as she whispers: "take your pants off”

you moan and nancy chuckles. "so needy for me?"

you can't help but nod enthusiastically.

"you sound so pretty when you moan" she continues. "i wanna hear more"

you flick the buttons of your pants and pull them down your legs before kicking them off the bed, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

nancy's hand returns to your lower half and she lets her trimmed nails slightly scratch down your belly. she watches you with careful eyes, taking in each one of your reactions.

then, finally, she reaches your panties.

"are you sure this is okay?"

"yes" you breathe. "yes, yes. just please touch me already"

she grins and her fingers finally crawl below the waistband of your underwear.

your eyes flutter when you feel her hand cupping your core. her palm is warm against you. her lips part and she gasps when she moves a single, delicate finger down to your entrance.

"you're so wet for me" she mumbles, her voice sounding genuinely surprised.

she collects some of your wetness on her digit and brings it up to your clit, drawing small circles around it.

"fuck" your legs violently shake underneath her body and you nearly choke on a moan. "fuck nancy"

"does it feel good?" she asks with a smirk plastered over her face.

of course it feels good. how couldn’t it?

"y-yeah" you mutter.

"good" she whispers and removes her fingers.

"nancy-" you whine at the loss.

but the brunette leans back and brings up her hand in front of your face.

her fingers are glistering in the dim light of the room. you can see a string of your own arousal between her middle and ring finger as she experimentally spreads them apart.

"you made such a mess" she bites her lip. "such a pretty fucking mess. and i didn’t even touch you yet…”

her dirty talking does things to you that you have never experienced before. if she talks for long enough, you fear you might actually come undone.

"can you clean it up for me?" she questions, her clean hand moving under your chin to lift your gaze.

nancy stares down at you expecting an answer and you feel like putty in her hands.

"y-yeah" you rasp.

"good girl" she murmurs and you clench around absolutely nothing.

"fucking hell, nancy"

"too much?" she asks, sudden worry written all over her face.

you shake your head immediately. "god no. it's perfect. you're perfect"

she smiles, then brings up her fingers and moves them along your lower lip.

“open up” she murmurs.

you don’t need to be told twice.

you’ve never tasted yourself before, the thought has never even occurred to you before. but now, with your wetness coating nancy’s beautiful fingers, there is nothing holding you back.

you can feel your own wetness coating them, but you can't bring up the willpower to be disgusted by it. not in the slightest. you want this more than ever.

your lips part and nancy inhales sharply as you take her fingers into your mouth.

you taste salty, with an edge of sweetness and something that is entirely your own. it makes you moan around her.

the brunette watches you through half lidded eyes. she can tell you’re enjoying this by the way your eyes roll back as she explores your mouth.

your legs tremble when nancy pushes them further into your mouth.

"god" she groans as she watches you. "fuck, y/n, you look so pretty like this"

you swirl your tongue around her fingers, sucking off the last bits of your arousal. but it doesn’t end here.

nancy crooks her finger inside of your mouth, hooks them right behind your front bottom teeth and pulls your mouth open slightly.

all you can really focus on is the way she’s pressing down on your tongue.

you hum around a mouthful of wetness, licking her digits clean. to give her an extra show, you move your head as you lick over them.

nancy strokes your hair out of your face to get a better look at you and smiles.

eventually, she removes her fingers from your mouth.

"i need to taste you" she mumbles absentminded as she stars at her wet hand. "are you okay with that?"

the thought of nancy's head between your thighs is dizzying. you never had someone going down on you before but, secretly, you always wondered what it would feel like to get fucked mindlessly by someone else's tongue.

just that until this moment, no one ever offered to actually do it.

"please do" you whisper.

that's all nancy needs. she pushes you down and starts kissing your torso.

she's taking her time to give your breasts equal treatment to what you have given her before: sucking your soft skin into her mouth and leaving a generous amount of marks before swirling her tongue around your nipples.

when her lips begin to move lower, you instinctively open your legs for her, bending them at the knees.

you lean your head back in anticipation and look up at the ceiling above.

so this is actually happening.

your cheeks flush when nancy hooks her thumbs under the waistband of your panties. the thought of her actually seeing all of you makes you nervous.

but when she tilts her head you give her a firm nod.

she pulls them down slowly, giving you time to stop her in case you'd change your mind.

and then they're gone.

you are in bed, completely naked and with nancy wheeler towering above you.

you can't help but feel the slightest bit exposed and close your legs.

but nancy places her palms on top of your knees.

"don't" she whispers. "don't hide from me. you're gorgeous"

you allow her to push your legs apart again, her eyes grazing downward as she does so.

you don’t miss the way she licks her lips when her stare reaches your pussy.

"keep your legs open for me, okay?"

you nod and she moves to lay in between them, her face just inches away from your pussy.

"god" she groans. "fuck y/n, you’re so fucking wet for me"

your eyes roll back in your head as her breath hits your exposed clit.

nancy notices and raises her brows, surprised at how badly you seem to need her.

"please" you mouth, unable to form a proper sentence.

and who is nancy to deny a pretty girl like you?

her head dips in between your thighs and just a second later you feel her tongue on you. a shuddered breath escapes your lips as she licks through you, collecting your wetness on her tongue.

the feeling is different from anything you’ve ever known. it’s so much better. her velvet tongue moves through you as if she knows exactly what to do and where to touch you.

nancy herself lets out an obscene moan at the very first taste of you.

“you taste so good” her dark tone is almost unrecognizable.

she then licks upward, moving the arousal she has gathered up to your clit.

she kitten licks over your bundle of nerves, her palms pressing against the soft flesh of your thighs to spread you open for her.

you grip the sheets beneath you. the feeling of nancy's tongue on you is enough to make you cum right then and there and for a second you're afraid that might actually happen.

"nancy" you moan. her name falls from your lips like a prayer, over and over again. “nancy, fuck-“

her tongue circles your clit, right before her lips wrap around it. your hips jerk into her face over and over and not even nancy's hands on your waist can steady you.

“oh my god” you gasp.

the sheets beneath you are no longer enough. your hands reach for nancy’s curls and you pull her closer to you. she hisses at the sharp tug you give her hair but the noise turns into a pleased hum when she notices what you’re doing.

you already know you won't last long like this, but when nancy begins stroking through you with her middle finger, you’re genuinely afraid that this might just be your very end.

your back arches off the mattress im a beautiful bend while she carefully works a single finger into your throbbing cunt. she barely meets any resistance at all, with how wet you are.

feeling her inside you takes things to a whole new level: her fingers are longer than yours and she’s buried knuckle deep inside of your pussy, reaching depths you were never able to reach on your own.

she keeps it still and leans back to make sure this is not taking it too far.

“please” you plead. “fuck me with your fingers already”

the sob that erupts from you the second she moves inside of you for the first time is hardly human anymore.

the sensation of her fingers thrusting into you and her lips around your clit has you seeing stars.

it’s so much, so good and not nearly enough.

“more” you beg. “please nancy, more- i need more”

you roll your hips with every thrust of her finger and you can feel a second one toying your entrance.

you don't mind at all, far too blissed out to care. in fact, this is exactly what you wanted.

the delicious feeling of being stretched out only turns you on further when her ring finger pushes into you.

she slowly pumps them in and out of you, drawing obscene noises from the in between if your legs.

you squirm wildly on the bed, your knuckles turning white from the strong grasp you have on her hair.

you briefly register the flutter of your walls around nancy’s fingers, the way it’s getting harder for you to keep your legs open.

"nancy, nance, I'm close" you whine, feeling the build-up of your orgasm in your lower abdomen.

she growls against you, determined to make you cum.

she pumps her finger into you, the base of her knuckles pounding against your skin and her tongue not once stops flicking over your clit.

your breath hitches as she hits the spot inside of your that makes you scream, moving both of them in a “come hither” motion against you.

"nance" you say. it is somewhat of a warning. "nance, god, yeah just like that-"

your cunt squelching against nancy's fingers and your eyes roll back as she pushes you over the edge.

"you're gonna make me cum- nancy you’re gonna-“ you moan, right before your climax washes over you.

and then you cum. hard.

the orgasm completely shatters your body and all nancy can do is flatten out her tongue so you can ride it out.

your hands on her are the only thing grounding you to this earth.

your hips buck into her face uncontrollably and you bring up a hand over your mouth to hold back the scandalous moans.

nancy continues to fuck you through your climax, and you can feel your arousal flowing out of you.

your muscles twitch and your hips slow down. you wince at the overstimulation over her tongue lapping over you.

“‘s so much” you slur and all stimulation stops at once.

you look down to find nancy already looking up at you. her face is ruined.

your arousal is dripping down her chin and her hair is a mess. she has a smile on her lips nonetheless.

"god y/n you're so beautiful" nancy whispers.

you let out an airy laugh, the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through you.

“i’m gonna remove my fingers now, okay?” she asks, her voice impossibly gentle.

you nod and she slowly pulls them out of you. you sob at the loss of being filled by her.

“shhh” she hushes you. “it’s okay, i’m here y/n.”

she moves up to you, careful not to accidentally put her weight onto your shaking body.

"are you okay? was this okay?"

you nod, unable to form a proper sentence yet.

“i’m gonna get water for us” she informs you but you stop her.

“stay” you whine. “just…for a little bit”

a sweet smile creeps up her cheeks and she gently carcasses your neck.

“of course” she speaks calmly. “of course. i’m staying here”

you try to sit up and she immediately reaches out to help you.

you love this and you might just love nancy too. you know you can’t tell her that, not yet at least. but when she lays you down on her chest and wraps her arms around you, you know you want to stay like this forever.

“promise me you’ll stay?” you mumble sleepily.

nancy smiles.

“i promise”

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mitraoki · 1 year

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Um I’m not sure how many characters you take but can you please do jealousy HCs for Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, and Gojo? Thank you Mun ☺️

when they're jealous. (jjk x gn! reader)

note; hi hi anon!!!! thank you so much for requesting!!❤️❤️sorry i didn't specify how many characters you can request for, but it's all good!!! already updated the rules for better reference. for now i'll only work on three, and when i'm more confident i'll begin writing for toji <3 hope you understand!!🥺 have a good day/night🥰

yes requests are open! thank you all for the love and support so far!!!

cw; slightly suggestive! sukuna being sukuna

masterlist.

nanami kento

+ nanami trusts you a lot actually; if he's going to be in a long-term relationship with you, he needs to be able to trust your judgements and decision-making in any trivial or personal matters. i feel like he desires to be able to have open and honest communications with you. it's not because he's extremely insecure either; he tends to be blunt with his actions as we already know.

+ he's the ultimate silent jealous type. his fingers rap against the table quickly. his eye twitches a little. he straightens his posture. he doesn't want to go in guns blazing because you haven't showed any signs of discomfort yet. he keeps yelling at himself to trust you but OH MY GOD he CANNOT STAND the fact that someone else is standing inches away from you. you seemed to be leaning further back, and that was his last straw.

+ a familiar hand settles around your waist. you hadn't realized that your shoulders tensed up for so long until you felt your boyfriend's half embrace around you. the slight panic slowly dispersed when you when you whiffed the addictive scent coming from the figure next to you. nanami grazed his lips lightly against your ear as he asked, 'want me to show you around? just you and me, of course.

+ now the situation has different ways to end up in - either the person he subtly glared at understands the context and backs up before they get questioned, or this person tries to gain your attention once again, which might result in his blood boiling further.

+ he's more than willing to vouch for you if you feel a little insecure at that moment. probably something along the lines of, 'i think we're done here.' i can also see a scenario where he makes sure you're away from the person, and then he puts them in their place. 'i'm letting you off this time. but do anything to my partner and this would not be the last time we'd meet.'

+ but say if you tell the person to back off, his heart is doing loop de loops. he is on the floor. on his knees. melting into a marshmallow as we speak. he's so in love with you.

+ 'were you jealous, 'nami?' 'oh i just happened to catch them messing with you.' try as much as you can and he will never admit it <3

gojo satoru

+ where do i even begin with this man.

+ being with gojo already means dealing with his fame frequently, and having him as your boyfriend is - you can say - pretty challenging. though he ensures you don't have to feel the pressure he undergoes too. he wants you to understand that he did end up being with you for so many reasons.

+ you feel like home to him. sure he's been around, trying to find someone he could date, but to have ended up with you made him feel content. when he's around you, he does not have to put up any kind of facade to make you happy. he doesn't have to use his abilities in front of you, he doesn't feel like he's being used as a weapon either. 'only you've seen the weakest parts of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer,' he has claimed once. having all of that said, this man does NOT shut up about you. he talks about you to anyone he can find. his students 100% have heard so many stories about you already, trust me.

+ gojo is. the cocky (?) kind of jealous. THIS man would go in guns blazing, either bluntly or indirectly, no in between. he executes it perfectly too; so that you wouldn't be annoyed LMAO

+ LITERALLY anyone can make him feel like his guts are churning. when you're cuddling animals and he's praying he could be cuddled the same way too (he loves being small spoon). kids huddle around you and he wishes he could be a kid all over again. his mouth is foaming with envy. gojo is feral. the first time you've seen him spring into action was when this person cannot leave you alone for a goddamn second. they kept trying to grab your hand, which you couldn't tolerate.

+ without any warning, gojo just swoops in between you two, kissing you long and hard. 'ravishing as ever, my love,' he chuckled, pulling away. 'is that my favorite flavor?' he asked, pressing his lips together.

+ 'mm. it is. now, where were we...?' he whips his head to face the person bothering you earlier. he MAKES SURE he has his arms around you before saying, 'should i introduce you to my partner? oh. hate to break it to ya, but they're taken. try again, buddy.'

+ enjoys it if you ever did the same with anyone who's trying to hit on him too. would definitely make out with you after (/▽＼)

ryomen sukuna

+ extremely, aggressively, would kill someone for you type of jealous. sukuna is not afraid to admit that to you, or anyone around him. he finds it fun too - having you all to himself and no one else. the possessiveness and power he holds is undefeatable. yuuji just wonders how did he manage to get you at this point -

+ this type of behavior probably originates from the time where he had a lover, but they were taken away from him too soon. fearing for the worst, he's gonna do everything he can to keep you safe. i feel like despite you reassuring him nothing of that sort would happen, he will continue to do what he knows is right - protecting you. he loves aggressively. that's how he has always seen it. in his dreams he's sitting on his throne, cradling you, keeping you close to his chest. a solemn oath to not let anyone take him away from you.

+ before he had learnt (from you) to trust you more, there was a time where he realized how annoyingly close a sorcerer was to you. surely you didn't plan on cheating on him with someone like that, right?

+ with the rage fueling up within him, he was practically teleporting to where the two of you were standing. seconds before he was about to rip the person's head away from their body, you screamed, grabbing his hand. 'what do you think you're doing?!!'

+ 'what? i'm not gonna let some whiny punk take you. you really think i'm not up to your standards?' he looked over to the person in his clutches. 'you have some nerve, thinking you're better than me.' huffing, you exclaimed, 'sukuna. they meant no harm, and i already told them off. before things here get ugly, let them go NOW.'

+ you think this man felt guilty? no. dropping the person on the ground, he walked up to you. 'they tried to reel you in, didn't they? you really think i'm gonna shut up about that?! what happened to-,'

+ 'god, LISTEN! yes they were. what do you think i told them, sukuna?' your hands landed on his chest, pushing him away. 'oh,' he first said, followed by a longer 'ohhhh'. smirking, he inched closer to you. you could feel his nails digging through your fabric and you could've sworn they left holes (to which he didn't, he just loved holding you tight). 'told 'em i was yours, huh.'

+ '....don't you dare try and chop heads off just because they were trying to ask me out. i'm not that naive,' you looked away. of course this man knows when to make you feel all giddy when you didn't need to. 'you hear me, ryomen sukuna?'

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tired-biscuit · 3 months

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M-miss biscuit

Would Kiba be able to smell my ovulating even if we're not in a relationship?

Like we run into eachother at the supermarket and suddenly he's gripping the cart and counting jars to calm down lmao

YES! imagine he’s always been infatuated with you ever since you were kids. life has made you unable to stay in touch and he thought he’d moved on from what he considered to be a measly crush during that time, but all the feelings he had for you come rushing right back when you bump into each other on pure coincidence and he catches a whiff of your scent.

it hits him like a slap across the face. you can’t tell, but the way you smell has grown alongside you just like your body has. it’s even more appealing to him now that you’ve matured and are, well, ovulating. it makes you more inviting. normally he wouldn’t be fased by it, at least not as strongly, but since it’s you and there are actual feelings involved…

it makes it hard for him to act normal. it wakes a certain part of his brain that usually works on pure instinct. for fuck’s sake, even his heart gets dragged into the mess.

still blissfully unaware of what he’s experiencing, you try making polite conversation, asking him how he’s been and whatnot, smiling and telling him how it’s good to see him after so many years. however, he’s acting nothing like himself. he’s all skittish and is stumbling on his words; avoiding eye contact — something he had never done with anyone in the past, as far as you can remember.

what’s even more odd is that he practically makes a run for it when you take a step closer so that you can hear and understand the jumble of words he keeps stuttering out — he just can’t stop talking, oh my god, what is wrong with him? throwing a particularly lame excuse your way, kiba is outright SPRINTING towards the check-out all of a sudden.

and as you stare at his broad back, watching the way how he runs his fingers over the back of his neck seemingly in frustration, you can’t help but think how awkward he’s gotten. him — the most confident guy in your class!

he’s had a glow-up when it comes to his appearance, but as for his behaviour… total meltdown.

#and then he goes home and jerks off to the thought of you like some loser hehheheh #biscuit mail

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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We're Somebody's Parents

First Babies of Private Garden Instagram AU

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, neelamthadhani, maggieharlow, quiiso, yungskylark, cozane, and 2,861,052 others

y/ninsta: Axel a.k.a. Lil Urb says hi everyone lol

jackharlow: my main man 😍

saweetie: so happy you came to visit me. he is the spitting image of the both of you. can't deny him if you wanted to

urbanandjack25: wait, why is he called Lil Urb?

y/ninsta: urbandjack25 because of his middle name

urbanwyatt: godfather checking in

neelamthadhani: urban takes his job seriously lol

urbanwyatt: neelamthadhani of course I do. I'm convinced he even looks like me.

jackharlow: urbanwyatt don't fucking start because no he doesn't

yungskylark: urbanwyatt he only kinda looks like you when you both wear bucket hats. don't get it twisted lmao

allthingsy/n: yesss y/n in her mommy era! we stan!

quiiso: if urbanwyatt could just kidnap Axel and have him all to himself, he would

urbanwyatt: quiiso they shouldn't have named him after me. that's my kid now.

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt well in that case come get him. and your dumbass wanted all three of them named after you

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I don't see the problem?

y/ninsta: softtcurse girl come get your man because he irky

softtcurse: y/ninsta what makes you think I want him?

urbanwyatt: softtcurse outta pocket

y/ninsta: damn. double homicide.

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jackharlow: Ivy actually stayed still and let me do her hair 😭

saweetie: jackharlow ain't no fucking way you did her hair

jackharlow: saweetie yes I did! ask y/ninsta!

saweetie: y/ninsta EXCUSE ME, MISS MA'AM!

y/ninsta: saweetie he did her hair and did it without my help. jackharlow good job daddy!

claybornharlow: now jackharlow can add hair stylist to his resume

jackharlow: claybornharlow catch me at NYFW next year backstage. I'm putting in weaves next and gluing wigs with lace fronts. y/ninsta come here and let me practice on you.

theestallion: jackharlow lmaooo aye yo

y/ninsta: jackharlow no. get somebody else to do it.

quiiso: those practice sessions with y/ninsta paid off!

allthingsy/n: I LIVE for domestic daddy Jack 😭

urbanwyatt: jackharlow has been doing y/ninsta's hair since quarantine so I would hope that he knew how to do his daughter's hair by now

jackharlowsource: urbanwyatt oh? do tell!

jackharlow: one day when I was of course driving her up the wall, she randomly said, if we have girls you need to know how to do their hair and from then, she let me practice on her.

y/ninsta: never seen a white boy who can part my hair as good as he does so when I'm too tired, he definitely does it for me

jackharlow: in my hair stylist era 🥰

normani: I am living for the heart shaped part in the middle! good job Jack Jack! maybe you can do druski2funny's wig

druski2funny: normani now why am I in it?!

jackharlow: druski2funny I'm charging you extra

druski2funny: jackharlow why?! I'm your life partner!

jackharlow: druski2funny you got a big ass head, that's why

lilnasx: jackharlow lmaooooooo

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y/ninsta: Jackman, come get your youngest NEOW 😭😭😭

jackharlow: WHY MY BABY IN THE FRIDGE?! y/ninsta EXPLAIN THIS

y/ninsta: jackharlow WHAT DO YOU MEAN, EXPLAIN?! HER ASS OPENED IT AND CRAWLED IN THERE

claybornharlow: Autumn is literally the no limit soldier out of the three of them lmao

urbanwyatt: 😭😭😭😭😭

y/ninsta: I noticed that it was a little too quiet and I swear that I only turned around for a second and her ass was GONE. Next thing I knew, I hear something from the kitchen and look what I find

y/ninsta: maggieharlow come get the grandchildren you wanted so much because I am DONE

urbandjack25: NOT Y/N TRYING TO GIVE THE BABIES TO MAGGIE LMAO

jackharlow: well y/n did you at least take her out? lmao

y/ninsta: jackharlow yes and she is now in Harlow baby jail

jackharlowsource: HARLOW BABY JAIL?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?! 😭

y/ninsta: jackharlow it's her third offense this week. she keeps messing around, she'll be there until 21.

jackharlow: y/ninsta 😭😭

maggieharlow: y/ninsta she's so cute!

y/ninsta: maggieharlow now mom..... she has been driving me up the WALL

maggieharlow: y/ninsta she's jackharlow's offspring. did you expect any different?

jackharlow: maggieharlow MOM! WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!

urbanwyatt: maggie stays coming for her oldest lmaooo

claybornharlow: jackharlow maggieharlow she means that you drive your wife up the wall too so of course Autumn does too

jackharlow: claybornharlow let's fight

y/ninsta: jackharlow touch little baby and you sleep on the couch for a week

jackharlow: y/ninsta SERIOUSLY?

claybornharlow: jackharlow love you 🥰🥰

jackharlow: claybornharlow 😐

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jackharlow: first date night with my baby in a while 💕

That ended with us sitting in the car for thirty minutes before we went inside when we got home to our kids after giving ourselves a pep talk lol still can't believe we're somebodies parents

y/ninsta: jackharlow thank you for being the amazing person that you are. I love you, BAD 😭

jackharlow: y/ninsta I love you more and don't you ever forget it

urbanwyatt: can't wait to see how lit the comments under yall posts will be when the triplets get older

jackharlow: urbanwyatt NO.

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt Autumn will be the main one, I already know. 2forwoyne how did she do for you tonight? jackandy/naremyparents: love them forever

2forwoyne: y/ninsta if I still have hair tomorrow, I'll be surprised

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne well Jack still has his and he stays fighting for his life so you'll be okay

jackharlow: y/ninsta for now smh

saweetie: wait a minute, what was this pep talk about?

jackharlow: saweetie to hype ourselves up as parents because we felt like we weren't doing such a good job

maggieharlow: jackharlow y/ninsta you learn as you go and the two of you are doing amazing so far. those three are blessed to have you as their parents

y/ninsta: maggieharlow don't make me cry because you already know that I will

maggieharlow: y/ninsta I call it like I see it!

claybornharlow: yeah I guess jackharlow is doing alright

y/ninsta: do I spy a compliment from little baby to big baby? never thought I'd see the day

jackharlow: claybornharlow what you up to? because I know you are up to something

claybornharlow: jackharlow 👀

jackharlow: claybornharlow look I get stressed out enough from my kids and I'm not adding you to that list too

claybornharlow: y/ninsta whenever you're ready to drop him, I'm here

jackharlow: AND THERE IT FUCKING IS!

y/ninsta: play nice you two!

dualipa: I second what claybornharlow said

y/ninsta: dualipa lunch dateeeeee saturday!

jackharlow: yall can't let me live for shit

dualipa: y/ninsta and leave your sperm donor at home!

jackharlow: dualipa HER WHAT?

dualipa: jackharlow you HEARD me jackharlow: y/ninsta baby, how much is a flame thrower? y/ninsta: NOW JACKMAN!

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y/ninsta: now I KNOW yall see why I let this man impregnate me 😭

Whewww shit my husband fine as hell

Okay back to your regularly scheduled programming

jackharlow: I mean I can do it again 👀👀

y/ninsta: jackharlow don't play with me

jackharlow: y/ninsta who's playing? do I look like a video game to you?

y/ninsta: jackharlow 👀

saweetie: not yall horny asses plotting on having more children already

y/ninsta: saweetie my man fine as fuck sis and I will give him all the children he wants

jackharlow: y/ninsta OH

y/ninsta: jackharlow WAIT, HOLD ON. WITHIN REASON. WE ARE NOT HITTING DOUBLE DIGIT NUMBERS SO YOU CAN FUCKING FORGET IT.

jackharlow: y/ninsta nah nah, back up all that shit you were talking

urbanwyatt: so late night food runs so you can leave me at wing stop again? COUNT ME OUT

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt you love me and you will do anything for me and that was one time

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta as long as it doesn't get us arrested, I'm all for it and ONE TIME TOO MANY

jackharlow: y/ninsta don't get quiet on me now

theestallion: y/ninsta he about to tear that ass up lmao

urbandjack25: WE WANT ALL THE HARLOW BABIES!

jessicakelce: urbanandjack25 I SECOND THIS

y/ninsta: jackharlow so you can hide in closets again because of my raging hormones? remember that?

2forwoyne: y/ninsta lmaoooo that was wild

quiiso: jackharlow was convinced that his dick was going to fall off

y/ninsta: quiiso I woulda glued it back on

jackharlowsource: Y/N PLEASEEEEEEE LMAOOOOOO

jackharlow: y/ninsta look, we don't talk about dark times

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jackharlow: my favorite MILF 😍😍

y/ninsta: jackharlow well look who it is, my favorite DILF 🤭

blancahood: okay snap back is crazy. TRIPLETS WHERE?

y/ninsta: blancahood oh trust sis, the stretch marks and cellulite are there hiding lol

jackharlow: y/ninsta you don't take the meat off the grill until it's well done with the lines on it

urbanwyatt: jackharlow did you just compare your wife to food?

jackharlow: urbanwyatt fuck yeah I did, I literally EAT HER OUT. she is my favorite meal. suck that shit right off the bone.

y/ninsta: jackharlow you so cute lol and so nasty I love it

thestallion: good lord. number 4 is probably coming soon yall lmao

y/ninsta: theestallion ehhhhh

jackharlow: she's back on birth control so not any time soon

jessicakelce: jackharlow the same one as before? lmaoooo

blancahood: swallowing is the best form of birth control

y/ninsta: blancahood I second this lol

y/ninsta: jessicakelce look I'm to the point where whatever happens, happens. I'm really happy with my little tribe and if we add to it, I'll be happy too

normani: since my predictions are always right. I vote twins next.

y/ninsta: normani WHAT?! NO!

normani: y/ninsta it's less than three!

y/ninsta: normani and that's supposed to make it better?!? jackharlow you better fucking NOT

jackharlow: y/ninsta I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING

y/ninsta: jackharlow NOT YET ANYWAY with that muthafuckin super sperm your ass has

jackharlow: y/ninsta maybe I agree with normani

y/ninsta: jackharlow well you must be the person carrying them because ISSA NO FOR ME DAWG

jackharlow: y/ninsta you say that now, but you'll fold. you always do.

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spookymystery67 · 3 months

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Wow, I missed posting last week. I'm a loser. Sorry. Truthfully I was not fully in it last week, or this week for that matter. But I wanted something posted and it's freaking confession time so I persevered and did it! Whoo! This chapter is a tad bit shorter and I have never, ever written a scene like this before so it was an experience. Hopefully my reading experience didn't make it suck as bad. I'm trying. I really am lmao. Enjoy!

Chapter 18:

The next morning, you said your goodbyes to Jill as she had to leave to finish her mission while you had to make your way back to the hotel you and Ada were sharing. You were sad to leave your friend once again, and you could only hope that life will be kinder to her. Maybe you will run into each other again at some point in the future.

Maybe once Umbrella was gone for good.

You were nervous to walk through the door of the room you shared with Ada. You wanted to tell her how you felt, but your doubt and insecurities were going to make it ten times harder to do.

You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the negative thoughts, before doing the secret knock you and Ada came up with early on, as she has the only key to the room.

You listened for movement from inside as the door abruptly opened and Ada stood in front of you with a deadpan look on her face.

“Y/n. How was your little sleepover?” She asked, tone nonchalant as she walked away, back facing you. You could tell from the way her shoulders have tensed that she was bothered by something.

“Uh, it was good. It was nice catching up with her after so long.” You said as you walked into the room, keeping your eyes on her as you shut and re-locked the door behind you.

Ada huffed as she sorted and packed her things in her duffle bag. “I'm glad you had fun. Start packing your things. We're heading out soon.” She aggressively shoved a dress into her bag.

You hesitated. “Are- are you okay?”

“Fine.” Ada dismissed.

You hummed, watching her as she was still turned away from you. “You know, we talked about you last night.”

“Did you now?” Ada drawled, uninterested in whatever you and Jill talked about.

You took a slow, hesitant step forward. “Yeah. She brought something to my attention. Something about you.”

Ada paused before slowly turning to face you, arms crossed, hip jutted to her right. “What about me?” She asked, ready to defend herself as she assumed the worst.

You took a deep breath and another hesitant step forward. “She told me you were jealous.”

She raised a brow. “Jealous?”

“Mhmm. Jealous.”

“Jealous of what?”

“Of her. Jealous of the way we interacted with each other.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Right.”

You walked closer to her, now only a few feet apart. “You shouldn't be jealous of her. She's only a friend.” You said before she could speak.

“I'm your friend.” She snapped, arms still crossed as her frustration rose.

You can't help but smile, her feelings for you becoming more clear now that Jill had helped you open your eyes. “You are. And you know I can have more than one friend, right?”

Ada scoffed with an eye roll. “Uh huh.”

You decide to just tell her right now before she becomes more upset. “But… maybe me and you can be something more than just friends.”

Ada's face fell in shock, completely taken aback from the sudden turn in the conversation. “Y-you… I'm sorry. What?”

Huh, she stuttered. It wasn’t often that you got Ada Wong to stutter.

You take a deep breath. “Look. I've never done this before so there is a good chance that I might embarass myself by saying this but, I like you, Ada. I really like you. And I think I have for a while now. I have always admired you. Even when we first met. The entire time we were in Raccoon City together I was trying to convince myself that I hated you, but I didn't. I don’t. I've always found it very hard to hate you.” You paused, looking down and away from Ada who just stared at you with a look you couldn't quite decipher. You quickly lost what courage you had started with when you couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. “But, um, if you don't feel the same way as I do then that's fine. Just figured I should let you… know.” You finished awkwardly.

From the corner of your eye you saw Ada take a slow step forward, as if she was afraid she would frighten you, before taking another more confident step. Then another, and another.

Once she was close enough, she reached her right hand down to take your chin in a gentle grasp with her pointer finger and thumb, carefully moving your head up to make eye contact with her.

She gave you a moment to allow you to pull away from her if you so choose, before her straight, unreadable, face broke into a warm, gentle smile that she has only ever shown to you.

“Can I kiss you, Y/n?” She asked, her warm smile and gentle grasp on your face still there as she patiently waited for your response.

You were dumbfounded, completely caught off guard, having not at all expected this outcome. Fully expecting to be denied. Not embraced.

Your cheeks flushed as you worked through the brain fuzz her touch caused, quickly nodding your consent. “Yes.”

Her smile widened before she slowly closed the space between the two of you. Her warm, glossed lips, connected with yours almost hesitantly in a slow, but affectionate kiss. Giving you time to get used to it. Used to her. She kept you in a weak hold in case you decided to pull away.

You responded to the hesitation by moving your arms around her to hug her waist, bringing her closer to you in encouragement. Wanting to show her you truly meant every word of your confession.

You wanted to be more. You wanted to be with her.

She responded to the encouragement with eager, yet gentle, enthusiasm. The hand on your chin moved to be placed on the back of your head as her other hand came up to cup your cheek in her palm, urging you to be closer to her.

The kiss was pure bliss and felt like it lasted for hours, but in actuality it only lasted a few short minutes before you had to pull away. You both gasped for the air that you neglected during the moment you had both waited years for and thought would never happen. Ada looked at you with pure joy and admiration in her eyes that you returned, before she pulled you forward once more for a quick peck on the lips.

“So, that's what you and Jill talked about? Us?” Ada asked after a few moments, your face still held in her hands.

You nodded. “She helped me realize that you might feel the same way I do.”

Ada hummed as she leaned forward, resting her forehead against yours. “I might have to thank her whenever I see her again. She was right. I do like you. In fact, I might even go as far as to say that I love you, Y/n.”

You smiled wide as you laughed, face flushed with pure joy as you pulled your head back slightly to face her properly. “You just had to one up my confession, didn't you.” You teased her.

Ada shrugged with a grin. “I mean, you get full points for admitting it first and getting the ball rolling. But I didn't think you would admit your full feelings for me if I didn't do it first.”

Leave it to Ada to notice that you avoided the L-word for the word like. She was right. You didn't say it first because you didn't want to scare her off for good.

“You're right.” You admitted.

“As usual.” Ada teased, still hugging you close.

“Shut up and let me confess.” You playfully shoved her shoulder, before taking another breath. “I love you too, Ada.”

Her teasing smile softened as she pulled you in for another slow kiss, before pulling away and placing a short peck to your head.

“I’m glad you admitted it first. I had convinced myself you didn’t feel the same way and that it would never happen. Was just going to continue living in the friend zone for the rest of my life.” Ada said as you two separated, her dragging you to sit beside her on the edge of the bed.

“Funny. I was the same way. When Jill first brought it to my attention, I didn’t believe her.” You said as you grabbed her hand in yours.

Ada seemed surprised by your statement. “Why not? You’re smart, hilarious, and kind. Not to mention gorgeous. But I see you for more than just your looks. You’re the first person I’ve met in a while to accept me for me. You don’t try to change every part of who I am. You understand that not everything in this life is simply just black and white. You actually take the time to understand my thoughts and opinions in situations where we disagree.”

“You do the same. Like what happened with the files and Jill.” You pointed out.

She nodded, squeezing your hand. “The point is, you taking the time to have those conversations just proves that you care. That I’m not just a pretty face to you. That I actually mean something to someone. Something to you. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that. So, I love you, Y/n. I mean it.”

You nearly wanted to tear up from her words. The honesty and vulnerability she was showing you right now was something you never thought either of you would have with one another. The fact that she was comfortable enough with you to tell you this made your heart hurt in the best way.

Instead of crying, you smiled, pulling her into an embrace that made you want to hold on tight and never let go. Ada immediately returned your embrace and held you with the same amount of strength that you held her in. Usually you could only stand hugs with people for a short amount of time. But with her, you would happily stay in her arms forever if she wanted you to.

“And I love you, Ada.”

#ada wong #resident evil #ada wong x reader #resident evil x reader #jill valentine #leon kennedy #raccoon city #claire redfield

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sherifftillman · 1 year

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Congratulations!!!

Could I get 💜and 🔥 with Steddie x reader please??

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 2k follower celebration event ongoing! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2k (i may have overdone the "short" blurb promise lmao)

A/N: man, this got away from me hahaha. enjoy! and thank you! 💜

Your mom knocks on your door to tell you, "Sweetie, those nice young men you work with are at the door! I'm just gonna send them up, we're heading out for the night, feel better!"

You groan into your pillow before sitting up on your bed. You hadn't called in sick at Family Video today because you were actually sick - it was because you've been trying to avoid the fact that you've been harbouring a crush on both of them for so long that you know that there's no choosing either one of them without still having feelings for the other, so you've been trying to avoid working with them until you can find somewhere else.

The boys seem to make themselves instantly at home, throwing themselves onto your bed, either side of you. "What's up, patient zero?" Eddie smirks. "Thought we'd come and see what's got you down."

"Oh... You know, nothing major, I'll be on my feet soon enough, you don't need to check in on me, really," you shake your head, but Steve hums in disbelief.

"Hmm, I dunno. What are your symptoms, hm? Feeling warm, even though you've got the AC on in here?" You feel your already flushed face get even hotter, trying desperately to will it to be less obvious. "Especially with that short little set you've got on," he comments, cocking his head to look down your body.

"I don't... What are you...?" You ask, shuffling yourself from side to side as you chew your lip nervously.

"Ah, is lip biting a symptom, too, sweetheart? Breathing getting all ragged, toes curling..." Eddie purrs as he narrates every little thing you're doing. This is either about to be the most embarrassing night of your life, or the greatest. "Because if that's the case, you've been symptomatic pretty much every time you've been around us. Wouldn't you agree, Steve?"

He nods, "Oh, yeah. Totally. Now, of course, we could be wrong. But..." He starts running his fingers up and down your arms. "I don't think we are. Are we?"

You shake your head in defeat, still not able to look either of them in the eye, but Eddie catches onto that, tipping your chin up to look at him. "Gonna need you to find your voice, little bunny. You want this?"

"Y- Are you... B- Both?" Are the only words you can say.

"Well, see, we already know each other pretty well," Steve explains, "but we also have a little bet going on, Eddie and I." He props himself up and moves you with him so that he's spooning you. His voice is in your ear as he continues, "I always thought you were shy around us because you just wanted to get the job done, but Eddie here thought that shy girls are secretly the horniest."

"And judging by the way your thighs just clenched there..." Eddie glances down at your legs before looking back up to you and grinning, "And those gorgeous fuck-me eyes? Thank you for proving me right, sweetheart."

"We just wanna get to know you a little better, too, bunny," Steve coos the same nickname Eddie had given you, making you whine. "Will you let us?" he asks in the same tone, and you nod, until Eddie gives you a look of warning.

"Y-yes. Yes, I will," you nod, and Eddie leans in while pulling you closer to press a kiss to your lips.

"Thaaat's our good bunny," he soothes, running his thumb over your lower lip. "You like that name, don't you?" You squeak out an mm-hm, and Eddie looks over your shoulder at Steve, whose hands have been happily wandering all over your body. "Why don't you sit up by the headboard, Stevie? Let her sit between your legs."

"Good thinking, Munson," Steve replies, and you willingly move with them until Steve's sitting in the middle of your bed, you're between his legs, and Eddie's sitting at the foot of your bed. "You comfy, bunny?" he asks, and you nod. "C'mere, lean your back on me, let me put my arms around you. And remember, you can always tell us to stop, 'kay?" He moves a hand to tip your jaw so that he can kiss your neck. "Y'like that?" he asks softly.

At the same time, Eddie, who's been toying with the hem of your pyjama shorts, asks, "Can I take these off?"

You nod, "B-both. Yes to both, please," you whine, and they both chuckle knowingly at each other as Steve continues to kiss your neck while you lift your hips to help Eddie take your shorts off.

"Oh, bunny, your panties are soaked," Eddie comments with a wide smile. "You should see this, Steve, it's really something."

"Aww, I bet she was already wet from thinking about us before we even got here," Steve speculates, and you can hear the smirk in his tone. "Calling in sick, making us work like dogs for her, while she lays right here imagining all kinds of filth." You whine, and feel Steve trying desperately to buck against you at the sound. "C'mon, baby, face me," he pushes your face around until he can lean over to start making out with you, and Eddie taps your hips.

"Up, sweetheart, I need these off, too," he commands, and you comply, wriggling around until he's pulled them off entirely. He looks up at Steve, "Spread her legs wide for me, Harrington."

Steve reaches his large hands down to grip the insides of your thighs, pushing them apart. "God, look at you," he mutters into your ear in the same crooning tone as earlier. "What would people say, huh? If they knew the shy, quiet little cashier that gives them their Friday night movies is secretly a little slut?"

You feel yourself clench at his words, and Eddie makes a sound of awe. "Oh, she really liked that nickname."

"Of course she did. She's our dirty little girl now, aren't you?" His sweet tone and nose nuzzling under your ear completely contradict his filthy language. It only turns you on more.

"You want my fingers in there, baby? Want something to fill that pretty little pussy up?" Eddie purrs, and you nod. He sinks one inside of you and you throw your head back against Steve's chest, reaching up to grip his hair and pull his head down.

He chuckles against your shoulder. "Do his fingers feel good, bunny?" You nod, and he laughs again. "Wanna feel even better?" You nod more vigorously, and Steve pushes the straps of your pyjama top down and pulls your breasts out. "Oh, doesn't that feel so much better, having them out like this? Mmm, and they fit in my hands so perfectly..."

"Fuck, this is so hot, I need to taste you," Eddie groans as he buries his face between your legs just as Steve starts massaging your nipples, sucking marks into your neck. You cry out a high-pitched wail of ecstasy, and both men moan, too. Eddie surfaces to grin, "You still good, bunny?"

Before you can answer, Steve mirrors him with an, "Of course she is, Eds, look at her. She'll do anything to please us, won't you? You adorable little fucktoy, is that what you want to be for us?" You slide down Steve's chest, tilting your head up to look up at him desperately, barely able to string your words together. "Oh, sweet baby, are you close already?" He asks, massaging your hair, and you nod. "You wanna feed Eddie, yeah? Ride his face until you cover him?" You whine desperately, bucking against Eddie's lips as his tongue buries inside of you. You come apart between the two of them, and they soothe sweet nothings to you the whole time.

Eddie clambers over to again hold your chin, asking softly, "Wanna taste yourself on me, bunny?" You nod and he closes the distance to guide you into an opened-mouth kiss, running his tongue along yours.

"She's so beautiful when she comes, isn't she?" Steve purrs, and Eddie hums into your kiss.

He leans away to tell you, "Lean across the bed, sweetheart. Let your head hang off the edge a little." You nod, shuffling away as Eddie and Steve also move to give you space, throwing their clothes off in the process. "Such a good, sweet bunny," Eddie coos as he looks down at you, walking around your bed. "Now, this time, I'm gonna be up here so you can suck me off while Steve gets to fuck that sweet pussy of yours. Sound good?" You nod, and he smiles down at you, "Good. Just let us take care of you."

Both men enter you at the same time, and you cry out around Eddie's cock. They find their rhythm as Steve moans, "Fuck, bunny, you're so tight."

"And taking my cock so well, too," Eddie grins. "Such a good girl for us."

"Mmm, I wish you could see how filthy you look, baby. Getting your pussy filled while you're getting your throat fucked, such a bad girl for us." Your moans tickle the base of Eddie's cock, causing him to buck enough to make you gag ever so slightly.

He pulls back to groan, throwing his head back. "God, I'm not gonna last much longer. You?" He asks Steve, who shakes his head. They both look down as you whimper loudly. "What's up, bunny?"

You move your mouth wordlessly, and Steve chuckles. "You all fucked out, huh? C'mon, little bunny, your words are in there somewhere."

You reach down to point to where Steve's buried inside of you and look up to Eddie to whine, "B- Both. Please."

They look at you, and then each other, with wide eyes. "You want us both to come inside you?" You nod, and they both moan. Eddie shakes his head, "You better be close, Stevie, or get outta the way."

Steve pushes your legs up and out, leaning over you to snap his hips harsher until he climaxes, savouring every last thrust until Eddie all but pulls him out from you.

He quickly takes Steve's place - he's not as thick, but he's longer - and you can feel him fucking Steve's cum deeper into you. Steve walks over to bend down where your head hangs, stroking your face and cooing, "Such a dirty little bunny, aren't you? Huh? Gonna take both our loads? Yeah?" You nod desperately, and Eddie starts groaning loudly.

"Fuck, say - say m'na- my name, say it, sweetheart. Want you screaming it while I - fuck, come inside you," he growls.

You cry out his name, writhing as he fills you up, watching in delight as he slowly pulls out of your cum-soaked pussy.

After you've all taken a moment to recover and clean up, and you're all laying on your bed again, you finally manage to ask, "Can I ask what the fuck that all was?!"

Eddie chuckles, "Well, we sorta figured out you were into the both of us. We talked about it a lot, and since we're no strangers to fooling around ourselves, we thought it'd make sense to bring you into the picture, too."

"Right, but we also knew that you'd never tell us, even if we asked," Steve adds pointedly. "So, we just sorta decided to... Just show up and act like it was gonna happen anyway. And it did!"

"You... Fool around together?" You ask, and they both nod.

"Usually, yeah. But we already agreed, we wanted that to be all about making you feel good, first." Eddie rolls over and taps your nose.

"So, next time..." You start, playing your fingers together, and the men both start laughing.

"Wow, we fuck the shyness out of her one time and she's already planning round two," Steve teases, making you laugh.

"Oh my god, okay, just for that, both of you out," you point to your door, but Eddie takes your hand and gently guides it back to rest somewhere between the three of you, and he and Steve sandwich you.

"You don't mean that, do you, bunny?" he asks in that crooning tone, which Steve copies as he shuffles close enough that the tips of your noses touch.

"Of course you don't. We're not going anywhere." He kisses your nose as Eddie leans up to kiss your cheek, and you look happily between the two of them as they kiss each other, too.

Your letter of resignation can wait for now.

#steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson x you #steddie x you #steddie imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #steddie x reader smut #*2kcelebration #*myfics #fic: steddie x

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candyskiez · 2 months

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Thinking about why Separation arc works so well again.

There's already a very good post about how it makes you think it'll have Reigen fail at keeping up the business on his own, and apologize to Mob to get him back because he can't do it without him. Only to have him actually be perfectly capable of running the business by himself without even touching real spirits. But why didn't they do that?

It wouldn't have actually meant anything. Reigen apologizing to Mob wouldn't have meant shit, because it would just come off as using him. Mob going back to him wouldn't be satisfying or a relief. It'd just feel like he was going back to an unhealthy environment. No character development, no actual satisfying resolution.

What they do instead works so much better, and I've been thinking about why. Because I think about this show way too much, let me live.

Reigen was perfectly fine money wise before Mob showed up. Money problems aren't even implied to be a reason why he wants to leave spirits n such. It's all just being unsatisfied. He's restless and unfulfilled, and nothing really catches his interest. And then actual company shows up, and gets him talking to people, and gives him something worthwhile to do.

Most of Reigens worst moments have nothing to do with money. His controlling tendencies come out when he feels left behind or like someone is a better person than him. His toxic traits are so painfully human. He lashes out when he feels like his place in someone's life is in danger, he's not honest because he feels like nobody can love him as he is, and he doesn't try to change because he feels like he's inherently bad and cannot get better. Because of this, he doesn't stop and recognize he's hurting people. He thinks of him being a bad person as Inherent, not actions he can stop doing.

This is why it's so so SO important that there be a moment in the arc where he stops and looks back at how he treats people. He needs to realize that him being Bad isn't determined by just being bad by existing, but by what he says and does. Mob didn't leave because Reigen is inherently bad. Mob left because Reigen treated him badly.

If the Reigen and Mob conflict had been resolved with Reigen apologizing because he needed him for his business, it would've come off like Reigen didn't care about Mob. But because it became clear that Reigen didn't need Mob for his business, it tells the audience that Reigen really fucking cares about Mob AND why Reigen had actually acted the way he did:

Because he was a sad bastard who's scared of being alone.

And also, if they had Reigen just take on a spirit alone, the audience wouldn't have had nearly as much reason to be sympathetic towards him. It would've just felt like Reigen was being an idiot. But because of how they set up Reigen's downfall, we're so much more sympathetic to him. He works hard and gets what he thinks he wants, only to be set up by a guy who he saved the life of. It makes us feel extremely bad for him and like his ridicule is completely undeserved.

It also tells us something about him. Reigen has had so much experience where doing the right thing is punished. Reigen feels like it's too late to be good. Reigen falls into thinking he cannot be good, so he needs to buckle in and keep going. Because it shows Reigen being punished for being good as well as being punished for being bad, it makes what Reigen did feel so much more human. You're more inclined to sympathize with him, because it's not just about money. It's about the fact he was an asshole to his only friend because he felt like if he had other friends, he'd like them more and leave him. And seeing him face negative consequences for Doing The Right Thing as well as the wrong thing makes you understand why he just...doesn't try. If that makes sense lmao.

The way they constructed the arc makes us sympathize with Reigen while he's acting like an absolute asshole, while also setting up Reigen stopping and asking himself "why DID I do this, why DID I choose this path, why DO I treat people like this" perfectly.

Tldr, it's a really good arc.

#mp100 spoilers #mp100 #reigen arataka #arataka reigen #separation arc #this is incoherent but. shhh #tagging this post as r/imob is punishable by laser blast #separation arc tag

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goosewriting · 8 months

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Wherever you go, I go - part 3

summary: after finally getting the Astrium, it’s time to retrieve the holocron on Bogano. things don’t go as planned.

relationship: Cal Kestis x GN reader

warnings: mentions of blood, reader gets a beating (i’m sorry), fluff

word count: 4.1k

A/N: with his one i wanted to try challenging myself to more action scenes i think,, i started it so long ago lmao anyways i’m happy with how it turned out :D enjoy the final part to this series~

Navigation: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (you're here)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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After landing, the ramp of the Mantis hits the ground with a heavy ‘clunk’. You step out first, hopping down onto the swampy grass and taking in Bogano’s landscape of platforms and meadows. Taking a couple of steps to the side you make place for the rest of the crew to get off the ship as well.

“I’m having a déjà vu,” you say, breathing in the humid air and placing your hands on your hips.

“Well, I’d like to think we’re more prepared than the first time we came here,” Cal replies, coming to stand next to you, taking in the view as well.

“Yeah, at least this time I know about the wall-running ahead of time,” you quip, teasingly jabbing your elbow into this side.

“You really won’t let me live that down, will you?” Cal says with a playful roll of his eyes and huffs a laugh.

“Nope,” you confirm. “Never ever.”

Merrin joins the two of you, looking out at the unfamiliar landscape.

“Not quite like Dathomir, huh?” you ask, turning to face her, and she shakes her head with a smile.

“Is it how you imagined?” Cal asks the Nightsister. “The rest of the galaxy, I mean.”

“It is so vast,” she replies, scanning the horizon one last time before turning to look at the two of you. “I see now my life on Dathomir was… limited.”

“I felt the same way about leaving Bracca,” Cal offers, and he takes a moment to look over to you with a somewhat sad smile before turning back to Merrin. “The world can feel small when you're trapped by the past.”

Merrin slowly nods her head, thinking over his words. Greez and Care call Cal to them, and he excuses himself.

“I think I will like my time aboard the Mantis,” Merrin concludes, shooting you a small smile.

“It’s great to have you on board,” you say, placing your hand on her shoulder to give a reassuring squeeze, then you join the others. You catch the last part of what Cere is telling Cal.

“Just be careful,” she warns, her tone serious, and she points at the redhead and BD. “This might be unlike anything you two have faced before.”

“Thanks,” Cal says and places his arm around your shoulders as you approach. “We're ready. All of us.”

Cere looks the three of you into the eyes sternly for a few moments, then her face relaxes a bit.

“Take care of each other,” is her last instruction.

“Always,” you reply, and she leaves with a short nod.

“So,” you say, clasping your hands together once it’s just the three of you out here and the rest went back inside the ship. You look up at Cal with a slight tilt of your head. “Where to?”

“Your favourite,” he quips, pointing at the structure that can be seen in the distance.

“Great, the vault again,” you remark, starting to walk beside him towards the edge of the platform. “Or more like void. Since, you know, you like to disappear in there.”

Cal merely shakes his head with a chuckle in response. He hops down the edge to the platform below, helping you down, just like the first time you were here. At least this time you actually know the way, so you make the trek to the vault in record time, wall-running and all.

As you’re walking along the narrow part of the slope leading up to the vault, you take in the magnitude of the structure. Just like the first time you saw it, even you could feel something surrounding it, like an air of importance. Next to you, Cal suddenly shudders, and you shoot him a questioning glance.

“I’m… sensing something weird,” he says with furrowed brows, looking to the sides.

“Is it a presence?” you ask, looking over your shoulder to make sure there wasn’t anyone else on the platform. “Did someone follow us?”

“No, no, it’s…” Cal takes a deep breath. “This is gonna sound strange, but I think it’s the Astrium.”

You raise a questioning brow at him.

“The closer we get to the vault, the stronger it feels,” he explains.

“It feels stronger? Like it’s being pulled away or more like it’s going to explode?” you ask with a chuckle, but it dies out quickly, and you look at him more seriously. “It’s not gonna explode, right?”

“No, it isn’t” Cal assures you as he climbs the last bit of the path up to the vault and extends his hand for you to grab. You let him pull you up. “It’s hard to explain.”

“I know,” you say with a smile. “I’m just messing with you.”

You both stand in front of the vault, the gate already open from last time. And it’s just as pitch black in there as it was before. You take a deep breath and turn to face Cal.

“This is it,” you start and take his hands in yours. “Before you go, I just wanted you to know how proud I am of you, of how far you’ve come. Not only have you become stronger in terms of your use of the Force and the skills with your lightsaber, but also in heart and mind.”

Cal gives your hands a squeeze, and his soft smile burns right through all of the doubts you could have had about the mission ahead.

“And most importantly,” you continue. “I am incredibly grateful that I was there with you to witness all of it.”

Cal’s gaze drifts to the side, the tips of his ears burning in adorable pink, and he looks into the narrow entrance to the vault, evidently feeling the pull from the other side. Then he turns back to you with one of his rare, warm smiles.

“Thanks for sticking around this long,” he whispers.

“Oh, you’re not getting rid of me any time soon,” you retort, grabbing onto his poncho to pull him down so you can place a gentle kiss on his cheek. But Cal is quick to turn at the last second, catching your lips with his and getting a proper good luck kiss. He feels like he needs it right now.

You pull away from him with a chuckle, taking a step back to make place.

“You better take care of him down there, BD,” you tell the droid, and he reassuringly beeps. “I’ll be waiting for you right here, okay?”

After shooting one last look in your direction over his shoulder, Cal slips into the darkness and disappears. You stand there for a few seconds, and let out a sigh. Unsure of how long this will take, you decide to at least get somewhat comfortable.

You walk up to the entrance of the vault, standing at the edge and looking out at the horizon. You close your eyes, feeling the gentle breeze of Bogano on your skin, taking in the planet’s sounds: tall grass swaying in the wind, the distant rumble of an oggdo, a waterfall rushing into the emptiness beneath you, and… TIE fighters? You open your eyes and see several troops of Imperial forces navigating over the platforms towards the vault.

Feeling like the breath got suddenly knocked out of your lungs, you step back inside the structure to hide from their view. Hopefully they haven’t seen you yet. But that wouldn't take long. Once they reach the vault, they'll find you. There’s nowhere to hide, no back exit. You quickly grab your commlink from your pocket, trying to contact the Mantis, but as you feared, all communications have been jammed.

You’re on your own.

Moments later, the inevitable happens, and a group of Scout Troopers appears at the vault. They completely overpower you, and you’re essentially defenceless. Even though you know that he probably can’t hear you, you call out for Cal. The leader of the group punches you in the gut, making you double over in pain with a grunt, and two others grab onto your arms on either side of you. They drag you out onto the slope, all the way to the opposite side of the platform the vault sits upon. When Cal gets out of there and looks out, you’d be in the centre of his view.

The Troopers give you a beating, and you’re left on your knees in the mud, cuffed wrists behind your back, and a Purge Trooper harshly holds you by the collar of your shirt, his other hand holding his electrostaff upright next to him. Your head is pounding, and you can feel a couple of droplets of blood fall from your nose to the ground. You watch as the red swirls mix into the mud, ending in an ugly brownish colour. You bitterly smile to yourself at the thought that if you had to describe your current feeling and mood with a colour, that would probably be the one.

A female voice tears you from your thoughts. The hand grabbing your collar pulls you up roughly, and when you manage to focus your eyesight, you’re met with the condescending look of the Second Sister. She gives you a once over with a scoff and the light shake of her head, then turns to the Purge Trooper holding you.

“Wait for the Jedi to come out,” she instructs, pointing at you with her lightsaber, and you can feel the sizzling energy just a couple inches away from your face. “Then kill this one so he can watch.”

“Understood.” The Purge Trooper gives a curt nod with his helmet.

As the Inquisitor makes her way towards the vault, the Trooper grabs the hair at the back of your head, pulling hard to make you look up at him, and you can’t help the pained groan that escapes you.

“You better behave and not do anything stupid,” his voice is menacing despite being modulated through the helmet. He lets his staff crackle with energy to get his point across.

“Got it,” you spit out at him, and he goes back to holding your collar instead of your head.

A few seconds pass, where you try to come up with a plan as soon as possible. Unfortunately, your odds aren’t looking good right now. You’re sure you could take some of these Troopers one on one, but the whole group? You’d get yourself killed in an instant. You close your eyes in resignation, weighing out your options, when you hear steps approaching you. Opening your eyes and giving the best glare you can muster with a beat up face, you look up at the Scout Trooper.

“You look awfully familiar,” he says, taking out a bounty puck from his belt pocket. He activates it and it shows a rotating holo profile of some guy who crossed the Empire at some point. The Trooper swipes over the image, going through several of these profiles, all labelled “WANTED”, followed by the sum of money offered for their capture. With each swipe, the number increases. He quickly zips through various faces until he goes “ah”, and backtracks two, ending up on your profile.

“Well, well, well,” he starts, holding the puck next to your face to compare it to the image. “If it isn’t the thief. I knew I had seen your sorry face before. So this is where you’ve been hiding.”

You look at the rotating profile and scoff, looking up at the Trooper defiantly.

“I’m worth more than that.”

“Not anymore, you’re not,” the Scout Trooper retorts with a dry chuckle, putting the puck back and reaching for his blaster instead. You feel the grip on your collar tighten in anticipation in case you try breaking free of his hold.

“Pathetic thief,” the Purge Trooper now chimes in and he activates his staff, the purple zaps of electricity crackling loudly.

“Not as pathetic as your fellow Troopers that let me rob them blind under their very noses,” you spit with a groan, the pull on your collar starting to choke you. “The Rebellion thanks you for your donation of food and supplies–”

Smack!

A hit right across your face with the Trooper’s blaster. You breathe through gritted teeth, waiting for the pulsing stings of pain on your lip and nose to pass. The Troopers keep calling you names, and now having been fully pushed to the ground, they start giving you another proper beating. You curl in on yourself to the best of your abilities to shield your ribs from their blows, but with your arms tied behind your back that’s proving to be difficult.

You have no idea how the Force works, but you try your best to put the pain aside to focus on channelling something inside you, in an attempt to reach out to the Jedi.

Cal.

The Scout Trooper kicks your side, and you yelp out in pain.

Please, help me.

The Purge Trooper turns you around with the heel of his boot, so that you’re lying on your back and able to look up at them.

I need you.

You blink repeatedly, trying to get the tears and mud out of your eyes. It’s blurry, but you can see the electrostaff going up into the air, charging up, and about to hit you full force. You close your eyes, almost about to accept your fate. That’s when you feel it. Feel him.

In the split second before impact, your eyes shoot open and you roll onto your side, effectively evading the staff, which stabs into the ground right next to you. The Purge Trooper yells out in frustration, but before he can do anything, his companion goes flying against him, the force of impact throwing them both onto the ground in a pile of limbs and grunts.

You sit up and turn around, seeing Cal standing at the entrance of the vault with his arm extended towards you. Either he took care of the Second Sister in there, or you missed her leaving. Either way, you feel relief wash over you. With Cal drawing everyone’s fire towards him, it creates a chance for BD to hurry over to you and open the cuffs.

“Thanks, buddy,” you say and get up to your feet, rubbing over the dark marks on your wrists. “Now go help him!” At your tone, BD trills loudly and scurries away back to Cal.

You hear a “Hey!” from behind you, and you turn around. Both Troopers from earlier are getting up as well, and they look mad. The electrostaff, which is still standing upright from how deep it got impaled into the ground, crackles lightly, and you grin wickedly. Grabbing the staff, you ignore the ache and pulsating pain all over your body and pull with all your might, getting it out of the ground.

You can hear the shouts and weapons of the rest of the squadron by the vault. You don’t need to look to know Cal is kicking their collective butts. So you decide to have a little fun before he reaches you. Taking a deep breath, you correct your grip on the weapon and get into a fighting stance. The Troopers exchange a look and laugh dryly.

“Must have hit them too hard on the head,” the Scout Trooper sneers as he reaches for his blaster.

“You don’t actually think you can beat us, do you?” the Purge Trooper mocks you, letting his guard down ever so slightly at the sight before him.

“Oh, I know I can’t,” you say, relaxing your pose to casually lean onto the staff instead, which confuses the troopers. “But he can.” You point at something behind the two, and as they turn around, they’re met with one big, fat oggdo.

“What the–” The Scout Trooper doesn’t get to finish his sentence as the creature’s tongue darts out at light speed towards him, sticking to the armour and pulling him back to an awaiting mouth full of sharp teeth. The crunching sound it makes and the shriek the man lets out as the beast chomps down on him are more than enough to convince you to turn heel and run.

Just as you had thought judging by the sounds of the lightsaber and dwindling blaster shots, Cal is all about done with the group of Troopers that attacked him, the platform littered with limp bodies in white armour.

“A little help?!” you shout as you run towards him full speed, balancing the staff at your side to the best of your abilities as you aren’t used to the weight. You can see how Cal doesn’t even get to catch his breath, because when he turns to you, his face shifts from relief, to confusion, to surprise and to urgency in a matter of milliseconds.

“Get behind me!” Cal instructs you, using a Force push on the Purge Trooper to send him back a couple steps. Only then do you realise how close he actually was to catching you; oh, you’d get an earful of Cal later for sure about being reckless and impulsive, or something like that. And to be completely honest, right now, that’s something you’d look forward to, because it would mean you both make it out of here alive.

Cal makes quick work of the unarmed Trooper, throwing the body into the oggdo’s face to distract it for a moment. After a couple of calculated jumps around the creature, accompanied by slashes of his lightsaber, both the man and the beast fall dead on the ground. He stands there pointing his weapon at the oggdo for a couple more seconds, just to make sure it’s dead dead. Once he’s sure, his stance falters, and he takes a pained step back, holding his side. Looking around, he concludes that everyone has been taken care of, and he can finally come to you.

You’re sitting on the ground, holding your own ribs, pretty sure that something in there isn’t where it’s supposed to be. Now that the adrenaline is starting to subside, you can feel, well, everything. And the feeling is ‘ouch’.

Cal hastily approaches you, falling to his knees next to you, and he hugs you to him. You groan in pain at the pressure, and he immediately lets go.

“Sorry, I- Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt? Where?” he bombards you with questions. Even BD’s concerned beeps come so quickly one after the other that you can’t make out a single word he’s saying.

“I’ll live,” you groan to shut him up. “More importantly, what happened down there? Did you find the holocron? What happened with the Inquisitor?”

Cal’s face falls, and you kinda regret asking him like that. So he doesn’t have the holocron, you deduce from the way his eyebrows furrow together.

“Cal…” You reach up to cup his face, and he leans into your touch. “Whatever happened down there, we’re still here. We get to fight another day.” You hold his face, making him look at you. “We’ll get it back.”

“But at what cost,” he mumbles, taking in your beaten up form. His hand comes up to wipe away some of the grime and dried blood from your cheek ever so gently.

“Insignificant, given what’s at stake,” you try to reassure him, but your answer doesn’t sit well with him.

“C’mon,” you say, trying to get up to your feet, but you wince in pain, and Cal helps you up. “We have to get back to the Mantis. Comms are down.”

BD beeps concernedly from behind Cal’s back, and you shoot him a weak smile with a thumbs up. Leaning on Cal for support and using the electrostaff as a walking stick of sorts, you take a couple wobbly steps until you find a good rhythm to walk on your own.

The trek back to the Mantis takes longer than it probably should have, not only because of the state you’re both in (mainly you though), but also because all of Bogano seems to have been infested with Imperial forces. Every platform is swarming with Stormtroopers, and it saddens you to no end. A planet that was hidden from the Empire will now probably be exploited by it until there’s only rubble left.

Cal fights off all enemies, clearing the way to the ship and helping you navigate the place. When you finally reach the Mantis, Cal sits you down on the sofa by the small round table, and you throw your new staff on the opposite side. Greez would have been mad because of the dirt and blood you’re bringing in, but when he sees in what shape you are, he shuts right up and tells Merrin to go get some supplies from the first aid kit instead, disappearing in the cockpit after to get the ship into the air. Merrin gets you patched up as well as she can; there’s only so much a pack of bacta patches can do. You should probably be heading to a hospital soon. After she’s done, she joins the captain in the cockpit, and it’s just the three of you left around the table.

All the while, Cal talks to Cere, telling her how he saw what happened between her and Trilla. Only then do you realise that he has an extra lightsaber on him, one with a half-circle shaped handle. You grimace at both the sting of the bacta on your wounded skin, as well as the thought of how harrowing that psychometry touch must have been for Cal.

He apologises to Cere for being arrogant, saying he could never understand what they went through, and that Trilla took the holocron to who knows where. Cere insists that the path Trilla is on is her fault, but Cal counters that such mistakes are in the past and the important part is what we do next.

She knows where Trilla is taking the holocron though, a fortress where they take Jedi to make them Inquisitors. The thought alone of such a place makes you shudder. And Cere doesn’t seem ecstatic to be going back there either, as she barely escaped the place all those years ago.

“You won’t be going alone,” Cal reassures Cere. “You’ll have a friend with you.”

“No,” she says, and you look up at her confused. “I’ll have a Jedi with me.”

Your breath hitches at the realisation of what you’re about to witness, and you sit up a little straighter.

“Kneel”, Cere instructs, and Cal follows.

Igniting Trilla’s lightsaber, which hums in bright red, she hovers the blade over Cal’s shoulder, then the other, and then above his head.

“By the right of the Council, by the will of the Force. Cal Kestis,” she speaks, lowering the lightsaber at her side. “Rise, Jedi Knight.”

Cal stands up to his feet, looking over to you, and you can’t help the stream of tears falling down your cheeks. You’re so glad you didn’t pass out earlier.

“You’re ready,” Cere states with one last nod, then heads to the cockpit to give Greez the needed coordinates.

Cal sits down onto the sofa next to you, and you embrace him in the tightest hug you can do right now. He hugs you right back.

“I’m so proud of you, Cal, I-” your voice cracks as you sob. “These are happy tears, I swear.”

Cal smiles down at you, holding your face and smoothing over your cheekbones with his thumbs. He looks into your eyes for a moment, then leans in to kiss you deeply. It’s one of those kisses where there are so many things to say that words would never suffice to convey the message, so you hope that you can get across all your intentions and hopes and fears this way instead. When he breaks the kiss, he sighs deeply and presses his forehead to yours.

“I heard you,” he whispers. You pull back to give him a confused look. “When you called out to me while I was in the vault. I heard your call.”

“W-Wait, really?” you ask in disbelief. He nods with a smile.

“And you came to me,” you whisper, partially confused by his confession, but also relieved to know it worked.

After a moment, his smile fades and is replaced by a worried expression.

“The place we're going to, what we're about to do,” Cal explains. “It won’t be easy.”

“I know,” you reply, placing a kiss on his jaw, then hugging around his torso and settling into his chest. “But I’ll be here for you every step of the way. I’ve told you before and I’ll say it again: I’ll follow you to the end of the world if you ask me to.”

“Just… maybe sit this one out? Until you’re healed again,” he chuckles, pressing his cheek to the top of your head and hugging you a little closer to him.

“Hmm,” you feign thinking it over. “Yeah, actually. I’ll follow you to the end of the world tomorrow. After a good, long nap.”

“Sounds good to me,” Cal laughs.

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Your Safety is My Priority

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Content Warnings: angst to fluff, mentions of blood, violence lol(ie. slight torture sequence ig???), sexual innuendo when Hex shows up LMAO

Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Ver Vermillion, Kotoka Torahime, Doppio Dropscythe, Hex Haywire

Authors Notes: holy shit ive been gone for a bit im so sorry guys. Anyways this is somewhat based on that one ASMR that kaichou posted where we're tied up with him hehe, but this time you're the only one that was kidnapped LOL

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Your Safety is My Priority

Darkness envelops your senses. You're vaguely aware of the steady drip of water behind you, and of the chilling cold that sinks into your bones. You groan softly, the wooden chair pressing against your back and the ropes binding your hands rubbing against your skin, most likely leaving marks for you to wince at in the coming days. If that's even possible to say the least. You're not sure where you are, or how much time has passed. Your memory is hazy, bleary images flashing through your mind as you attempt to recall what even led up to your current predicament.

Right, you were in the council room waiting for Ver to arrive. He had asked you to meet him there, letting you know that he had something important to tell you. Even though you and Ver aren't together, there was no denying the lingering touches and the stares that lasted longer than they should have when it came to the two of you. Your brow furrows, as what happened next is a hazy blur.

A rough jerk of your head startles you out of your thoughts and you wince at the blinding lights. "Owwwww..." you hiss, squinting up at your captor, arms folded in front of them. "Really, is that any way to treat your guests? Rather rude to manhandle them," you laugh softly, attempting to make light of your situation whilst observing the surrounding room. The room is dark, save for the singular lightbulb practically blinding you, making it even harder to make out your surroundings. You can sense someone in front of you but their features are unclear to you, the shadows practically enveloping them.

"You shut your mouth," A gruff voice growls out, pain erupting in your jaw. You cough, the metallic tang of blood filling your mouth, and you're pretty sure that's gonna leave a nasty bruise behind.

"Oooooo, the boss isn't gonna like that," another voice cuts in. Although you can't see them clearly, you can practically hear the smirk in their voice. "But then again..." their face comes into focus and you practically grimace from how close they are. They grab your jaw and you let out a small yelp of pain, gritting your teeth, "Why should I care?" Steeling yourself you bite down, hard. Teeth meet flesh and again, the taste of blood floods your senses. You're pretty sure you've cut deep into their hand, which gives you a sense of satisfaction. The individual let out a yell of pain, their expression hardening, any instance of mock sympathy gone from their gaze. They scoff, cradling their injured hand, blood streaming down from the punctures in their hand.

The wind is knocked out of you, and pain erupts in your lower abdomen. Their leg makes contact with your stomach, kicking you so hard it sends you and the chair you're tied to crashing to the floor. You cough again, wheezing as you try to catch your breath, completely disoriented. After a moment, your chair is uprighted once more, your head lolling down.

"You should have just left them there," the second voice comments, meanwhile the first person says nothing, roughly putting you back in place. Your head spinning, you can practically sense yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep your head up. "Whatever, let's just leave them here for now. We can deal with them later." Their footsteps recede into the background and you finally succumb to unconsciousness.

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Ver's POV

His leg bounces anxiously, fingers fidgeting as he checks the time. It's been an hour and still no sign of you showing up. He sighs, wondering if his impromptu request was too jarring.

He perks up, hearing the sound of hurried footsteps outside the council room door. With a smile on his face, Ver is able to envision the flustered state you would be in, while profusely apologizing for being late.

A knock at the door alerts him of someone outside. Clearing his throat, Ver gets up from his chair, leaning against the desk. "Come in," his voice is light. However, instead of you, he's instead greeted by Kotoka. Ver frowns, "Koto? Did something happen?" Kotoka pauses, her brow furrowed. "In a way," she sighs softly, "It has to do with Y/N."

Ver can feel his blood run cold, eyes widening slowly. "What do you mean, 'it has to do with Y/N?' Did something happen?" His expression hardens, his hands balling into fists. Ver's thoughts are racing, worry overtaking him. What if something happened to you? Is this why you were so late? Where were you now? Ver knew you were capable of taking care of yourself, but the worry gnawed at him.

Kotoka places a gentle hand on his shoulder, startling Ver out of his spiraling thoughts. Pulling out her phone, she opens up a tracker app, showing Ver. "This was the last known location of their phone." Wordlessly, Ver takes the device from her hands, realization slowly dawning on him. "I should have known..." he murmurs, taking a deep breath, "It seems I didn't clear up all the loose ends from my previous mission....and now I'm paying the price for it."

"Should I have Doppi handle this?" Kotoka gazes up at Ver, concern etched on her face. Ver pauses, before handing back Kotoka's phone to her. "No, there's no need. I will deal with this personally." Slipping on his coat and heading towards the door, he stops for a moment, turning back to Kotoka. "Let the others know I'm going out, but I'll be back soon."

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You don't know how long you had been stuck there, but at this point, your hands had gone numb, you were shivering from the incessant draft wafting into the dank, dark basement, and you're pretty sure you had a few broken ribs, based on the way it hurt to breathe. To put things simply, you were quite miserable and in a terrible state. Your captors had long since vacated the basement area, leaving you alone to your thoughts.

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"Ver," you scold him gently, "You've been working for 4 hours straight, I think you should take a break." Despite the way your arms are crossed over your chest, a smile threatens to break out on your face. Ver sighs softly, rubbing his neck sheepishly, breaking eye contact from the mountain of paperwork on his desk. "I promise I will after I finish this. It's important that I finish and submit this proposal before the due date-"

"Nope!" You pull the pen out of his grasp, pushing the paperwork away from him. Ver lets out a noise of protest, his expression resembling that of a kicked dog. Taking his hands in yours, you pull him up and out of his chair. Getting behind him, you push him towards the door. "Come on 아저씨, you've been working for so long now, I think you deserve some time to yourself. Besides your stuff isn't due until two weeks from now, so I think you can take some time for yourself. Also, you've been sitting at that desk for so long I can practically hear your joints popping and cracking," You teased him, a bright smile on your face. Ver relents, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright I'll take a break. Only because you asked so nicely," he laughs softly, his hand wrapping around yours, fingers intertwining with yours. You feel your face grow warm, not expecting him to be so forward.

Ver tilts his head curiously to the side, before realizing what he had done, his face also flushing. "Oh whoops, I didn't mean to do that, it was instinctual I swear!" He's clearly flustered and you panic a little, feeling him start to let go, tightening your grip on his hand. Ver stares at you, eyes wide from surprise, almost as if he didn't expect you to continue holding onto him. The two of you stand there in between the council room doorway and the hallway, both of you speechless and unsure of how to proceed.

"Oh? Do my eyes deceive me? What do we have here?" Doppio's head peaks around the corner, a mischievous grin on his face. "Looks like you finally made a move, good on you Ver." His grin widens, shooting Ver a thumbs up. You and Ver both flush various shades of red, letting go of each other's hands. "We're not dating Doppi, it's not what it looks like!" You exclaim, trying to explain why you and Ver were holding hands. Another person peeks around the corner, a skeptical look on his face. "Yeesh, you guys really need to get a room, why don't you go back into the council room so you guys can continue eye-fucking each other in privacy."

"Hex shut up."

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Yelling from above you is the first thing you can hear in your dazed state. A headache rages in your skull, and you lean against the wall. The cool concrete provides some solace, quelling the pounding in your head. The door crashes open, and a pair of frantic footsteps make their way towards you. You open your eyes slightly, immediately recognizing the person before you.

"Y/N!" You can hear the worry seeping into Ver's voice, his hands reaching to cup your face. You unintentionally flinch against him, your head jerking back from the pain in your jaw. Ver's gaze widens, his eyes trailing down to the bruise on your cheek, understanding dawning on him. He presses a gentle hand against your shoulder, conflicting emotions crossing his face.

"Ver-" your voice croaks out. Ver moves to your side, his hands make their way down to the ropes binding yours, a slight grimace on his face. "I'm so, so sorry. I was careless, and because of that you got dragged into my mess," his bangs hang over his eyes, hiding his expression from you. You open your mouth to speak, but you keel over, slight movement from your end turning a dull ache into sharp pain. Ver catches you, supporting you as his hands work his way around the rope. After a moment you clear your throat, looking him in the eyes.

"It's not your fault, trust me. You can't blame yourself for the actions of other people," your voice is scratchy and hoarse, most likely from disuse. He shakes his head, sighing softly, "But I'm the reason you're here now...aren't I?" He pauses, eyes trailing over your figure, seemingly taking in your injured state. "You got hurt because of my carelessness. I have no one to blame but myself."

Finally, after some frustration, he relents, pulling out a small knife, making quick work of the rope. It falls to the ground and you pull your wrists up, rotating them to get the blood flowing again. Your hands feel clammy and numb, and you can see the indents in your wrists, your skin rubbed raw. Ver moves down in front of you, kneeling as he works on cutting away the rope tying your ankles to the chair. Swiftly the rope falls away and your legs are free. You shakily push yourself up off the chair but you stumble, knees weak.

An arm reaches around you to support you. Ver hoists you up as delicately as possible, guilt etched on his face. "Ver-" you whisper, and his head tilts in your direction, indicating that he's listening to you. "I already said this earlier, but this was not your fault alright? I know you're bound to have many enemies, but I know that you'll always be there for me, no matter what happens. These things happen, especially in your line of work," you wheeze out, limping towards the stairs leading upstairs with Ver's help.

Ver gasps softly, a faint flush on his face, "I'm sorry," he murmurs, and you jolt a little, hearing how close his voice is to your ear. "I still can't help but feel guilty because I wasn't able to protect you fully...and I care a lot about you. You mean a lot to me, I'm being serious."

You blink, slightly surprised. You were expecting Ver to be worried about you, but his sudden confession catches you off guard. "...Thank you," you mumble quietly, "For coming to get me, kaichou." He pauses, his stare lingering on you, a quiet laugh emerging from him, "Of course, I will always come save you if you're in danger, no matter what the stakes are."

The two of you stop in front of the imposing staircase, and you wince a little, trying to figure out how you would hobble upstairs. Without warning, you feel your feet lift off of the floor and you let out a yelp, finding yourself in a bridal carry. Ver seemingly lifts you with ease, and you blush feeling his body pressed up against yours. Warmth emanates from him, and as embarrassed as you are, you can't help but lean into him.

You both reach the top of the stairs, emerging into a large warehouse. You peek out a bit, eyes widening at the sight of all the unconscious bodies strewn across the floor. Ver strides towards the open door off to the side, the slight breeze causing you to shiver. Ver takes notice of this, gently setting you down against the wall so you could lean against it for support. You protest a little, already missing his warmth, before a familiar coat is draped over you.

Ver kneels down, smiling softly, tucking his coat around you to keep the warmth in. "It's chilly out, so you can have my coat. I'll call the others to come pick us up okay, I'm sure it won't take them too long." His gaze lingers on you for a moment too long, before he reaches into his pocket to grab his phone. He takes a step back, getting up to make the call. Ver's coat provides a comforting weight, and you can't help but snuggle into it a bit, inhaling his scent that lingers in it. You're reminded of how gentle and tender Ver has always been with you.

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It doesn't take long for Ver to finish up his call and he turns back to where you are, only to discover that you've dozed off. He chuckles softly, leaning over you to examine your features. "Ver reaches out to brush a stray hair out of your face but pauses, his hand hovering in the air. "Y/N?" he whispers softly, reaching out to brush a stray hair out of your face but hesitating. His hand hovers in the air, but after some more hesitation, he relents, fingers gently grazing your face. You barely stir, chest rising and falling with each breath that you take. "Heh, you look pretty good with my jacket on you," he mutters, his face becoming flushed. Against his better judgement, he leans over, tucking your hair behind your ear, his lips grazing your forehead ever so slightly.

"Sweet dreams, no harm will befall you as long as I'm here."

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