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on-the-clear-blue · 1 month

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Dead Man's Diner pt 4

"THOSE FUCKING BITCHES SAM!" Danny shouted as he stormed into his apartment, slinging his backpack off by the door as he toes his shoes off.

Rounding the corner of the hallway, Danny was met with Tucker, shirtless with only a pair of plaid boxers on, staring at him with sleep glazed eyes, he had a box of cereal in one hand, and a bottle of oat milk in the other, raising the bottle in a salute, Tucker stuffed a handful of cereal into his mouth before taking a swig of the milk, holding up a hand to stop Danny from speaking as he chewed, only letting his hand fall before he spoke.

"What?"

"The Bats are fucking assholes!"

Tucker looked back at the bottle of oat milk, sighed and placed it back in the refrigerator, chucking the box of cereal on the counter, Tucker grabbed Danny by the shoulders.

"Of course they are Jerks Danny..." his grip tightened as he started to shake the Halfa, "I have ten deadlines and 5 missed calls, I really want to geek out right now about you meeting the local heroes but I really don't have the time, so yes, jerks, tell me about it later okay?"

Danny phased through the tough grip on his shoulders, letting out a giggle as he watched Tucker fumble as he no longer had someone to help steady himself, "I did yell specifically for Sam, Tuck so you can't get mad at me! Go huant the Wanyetech building, I know for sure those dudes are way more dead inside than I am!"

Getting a groan from his friend at his dead pun, Danny continued into the apartment, snatching Tuckers cereal box off the counter as he went to sit in the living room.

Spotting Sam typing something on a lap top, her big over the ear headphones blaring as he flops down next to her, which thankfully was enough for her to notice him.

Offering g the box of cereal to her, she sent him a tired smile as she slipped the head phones off and took some of the fruit flavored rings, "Hey there Deadstuff...how was work?"

Danny sent her a grin, "Well, Clocky decided to throw me a bone and I think I got this? He is a little bitch boy that sends me all over the place but this time it was a dined, Lunch Lady taught me how to cook." Pasuing to stuff a new handful of tasty fruity goodness, Danny spoke around the cereal in his mouth "Cookin' ish so much more cool when da food isn't trying to kill you"

Slapping Danny's arm as she rolled her "Don't eat with your mind full and tell me what got you so riled up" Sliding her laptop of her self she tucked her knees up before stretching them out over Danny, who was already going off on his story.

"Wait wait! You had Nightwing in you're restaurant and you didn't get me an autograph?" Same shot Danny a scowl, who at least had the decency to look sorry

"I was going to but they fucking dined and dashed Sam! Even when I was actively Phantom, I never, ever just left a bill!"

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Dick knew that perhaps eating the food was a slightly bad idea, given the look B gave them when him and Tim pulled into the Cave.

He was standing there, arms crossed, thankfully cowl down, what made the sight infinitely less intimidating was Damian doing the same next to him, his head tilted to look down at them and perhaps standing on his tittpy toes a little bit.

Dick wanted to coo at the father son bonding, but remembered he had to act at least a little chastised at the moment "Yes I am sorry B, It was my decision to head in, there was no outward danger so we just took a chance."

Wincing at the gruff grunt he got from that Dick powered on, "I will write a more detailed report, but personally if anything wrong it's likely that the kid working there is Meta? I dont-"

"He can't be meta! He is very clearly a ghost Dick!" Tim interrupted already flipping through some notes he had made on the way back home, "its the only explanation...or he is a 5th dimensional Imp with a passion for cooking but I really hope not those guys suck to deal with..."

Dick nodded at that, but had to say some thing foe his own superfan imp "Nightmite is a chill dude helps sometimes with cases back in Bludhaven!"

Giving a sigh, Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose, "No mites, no metas, no ghost, go to Medbay I am running blood tests on what sweet hell you have ingested."

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Bruce ran the test again, sure that it was wrong, praying that it was wrong.

TEST COMPLETE

TRACE LAZARUS WATERS DETECTED

Underneath was lists of chemical make ups of the samples Tim took and his sons blood, there were varying levels through out the food samples, some lighter but others were heavy on it.

What was stumping him was...it was nearly perfectly pure, the pits naturally over time get polluted, with the dirt and sediment that falls in, and with the various amounts of bodily parts and fluids that are dipped in it.

But the trace amounts Bruce was finding were a better quality than Ra's own personal pool, not the one he dips in to regain his youth that the LOA make a ritual out of, no the privet one in the Alps that was clear as glacial water.

It didn't make any sense to Bruce, who would be spreading Lazarus water around? Ra's would not simply share his secret pure stash...

Lost in thought, Bruce sat back glaring at the test results.

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"And after I thought I was giving great service, they fucking left, no bill, no tip! I didn't even get to see Nightwings ass as he left! People say it's a godly experience! I was robbed!" Letting out a huff Danny shot Sam an incredulous look at her sudden burst of laughter. "Sa~am, this isn't funny! Never meet your heroes! I am taking this to Twitter! They shall know my fury!" His words only served to make Sam laugh even harder.

Stifling a grin Danny took out hos phone, a old busted thing that was more ducktape and prayers than actual technology, but dear go's did it still work.

<@i-haunt-spirit-holloween

[@.realwing @not-that-red-robin.real yall are toxic twinks came in to my workplace and fucking dined and dashed 0/10 Nightwing has a flat ass.]

Hitting send, Danny put his phone down, choosing to let the nights happenings go past his mind and just hang out with Sam before showering and finally going to bed.

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Tim was hunched over his lap top, going frame by frame of his body cam footage, he *needed* to figure this out, it was like an itch in his brain that he would go through bone to get through.

His work payed off as he clicked forward another time, his feed went static before it showed a blurry blue blob in place of the diner! Proof! It was there!

Jumping at the sudden bang of his bedroom door being thrown open, Tim whirled to around to see Dicks distressed face, standing up, Tim prepared for the worst, something happened. Bruce was dead agian it had to be-

"TIMMY I AM A TWINK AM I??" Was Dicks wail as he flopped down on Tim's bed.

Letting out a shuddering sigh, Tim looked longingly at his laptop before closing it, "Dick, what the fuck."

Rolling around on the bed, Dick finally looked up at Tim "Littlewing sent me a tweet and...ugh just look!" Thrusting out his phone as he spoke

Pasuing at the mention of Jason, Tim looked down at the screen and froze

"Holy shit...we forgot to pay didn't we...fuck Jason is never going to let us live that down."

Tim still remembered the first time he witnessed one of Jason's famous "make Bruce spend more money" rants about tipping.

It was glorious.

Tim now realized he would be one of two that was likely going to have to face it next.

"UGH?? You focus on the money and not the other parts? Tim I was called a toxic twink with no ass! This is a declaration of war! I have never been so offended!" Dick sat up, eyes narrowd while Tim opened up the tweet on his own phone.

"The comments agree Dick, I am sorry, you now have a flat ass congrats and welcome to the club" Tim said dryly, trying to go to the posters page, since it was clearly Danny who posted it.

Only the app crashed when he tried to. And again when he tried to a second time, and his web browser crashed when he tried opening it there

Tim was baffled on what was happening while Dick lemented on his bed before deciding to hack it later.

<@not-that-red-robin.real

[@i-haunt-spirit-holloween super sorry about that send me venmo and I'll pay with tip]

<@i-haunt-spirit-holloween

[@not-that-red-robin.real Fuck that face me like a coward bitch bet you wont]

<@not-that-red-robin.real

[@i-haunt-spirit-holloween...bet]

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Somewhere in a safe house in Crime Ally, Jason let out a little giggled as he scrolled through the comments on the funniest post he had found in a while, Jason was surely going to have to speak to Timberly and Dickiebird about paying their bills but right now?

He was kicking his feet watching Dick have a public meltdown as Nightwing.

Finally, he wouldn't be the only one who had to retake the Bat Media course.

How was he supposed to know doing peace signs next to a person he just shot wasn't allowed?

#batman #batfam #danny is a little shit #dc x dp #dpxdc #tim drake #dick grayson #nightwing #bruce is so done #bruce wayne #Dead Man's Diner #jason todd #but only a little #damian makes an appearance #he just wants to be like his dad #danny is just a little guy #danny phantom #ghost king danny #toxic twinks

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0luv9 · 10 months

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can't move on || mattheo riddle

Summary: He was done fucked, a weak man on his knees for her, mad for her, in love with her and funny enough she didn't know. Him sleeping around isn't helping him though.

Beware: angst, fluff (?), minimal plot, smoking, drugs, alcohol, she/her pronouns, second person used as well, miscommunication, misunderstandings, excessive use of swear words, both reader and Mattheo assume the worst, happy ending.

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Mattheo Riddle is in deep shit. His feelings have dug him a deep hole, a hole so deep that he could bury himself a hundred times over and still not be anywhere near the surface. He is so in love with you. And you being so fucking oblivious, mistake his advances for him being friendly. It's funny because when has he ever done something friendly? He's not even friendly to his friends, he insults them as a greeting for fucks sake. It's ridiculous how clueless you are, it was endearing at first but now it's just painful for him to watch you go on dates, that too every date with a different guy.

He thinks you've fucked them all, afterall it's him, Mattheo Riddle, he only thinks in extremes, if you've been on a date with some dude, you ofcourse had fucked him because who wouldn't do you. He resorted to the same ways, fucking his frustration out but instead of feeling satisfied, he would feel relieved for a moment and then his frustration would grow more and more, never coming close to being satisfied. He thought he could just fuck it all out, that he could just forget you, that he could just hate you. It became a routine for him, he got rougher and rougher with the girls he slept with, reaching his own high became harder and harder. It was all because of you, 'cause you couldn't see his love and make him a lover.

His reputation was worsening, his grades started slipping, he started ignoring you, becoming angry easily, snapping at anyone and everyone. Fucking girls left and right, every day was the same and he wondered why the hell he couldn't find a solution to all his problems. His smoking habits became worse, one cigarette turned into two, two turned three and now he was smoking one pack a day. His life was fucked, he could no longer think for himself, the thoughts of you with someone else corrupted his mind at all times. Everyone could see him ruining his life, he couldn't care less, he didn't give a shit about the names he was being called, most of them were true anyway.

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Tonight was like every other Slytherin party night, except for the fact that he hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, all he wanted was a drunk hookup but he had slept with most of the girls in the room and he couldn't bring himself to repeat them over. He sighed, walking off to a secluded balcony, pulling out a cigarette, it was boring, life had become boring.

"Mattheo," he nearly jerked his head in the direction of your voice, it's been so long since he's heard it. All of it coming back to him, all the feelings he was trying to get rid of came right back, knocking at his heart. He's looking for the sweet smile, the one you'd always give him when you'd talk to him but all you did was frown at him, looking at him like the onlookers who gossiped about him and it fucking hurt. "Yes darling," he greeted you like nothing was wrong, before you would've smiled at his cheesy nicknames but now you grimaced at his hoarse voice and stepped back, he quickly looked away, just like that he blew off his last chance, he couldn't face it, he couldn't see you walk away from him, he physically couldn't.

"Riddle-" "Don't, don't call me that," he whispered, it was pathetic, he knows it too but that doesn't stop him, he couldn't hear you call him that. "Mattheo, I am Mattheo," he breathed out like an affirmation to himself, as though reminding himself of the person he's losing, dropping his cigarette and putting it out with his shoe. There it is, he's doing it again, acting how you'd want him to act, you disapproved of his smoking habits, you never told him to stop though, just so you know, he would stop if you only asked but you never did. You never asked anything of him, making the friendship feel one-sided, never wanting to bother him, you didn't do that with your other friends, you were openly asking them for favours albeit small, still favours, that's how friends are, looking out for eachother but no, you never expressed it, he just had to read into it. It made him feel as though he was your friend, just for the name sake, wow- he couldn't even be your friend.

He closed his eyes trying to contain himself, taking a hit from the burning cigarette, his hands were trembling, he was hurt, he could never be with you, you were making it clear. For the first time he got an actual sign of rejection and he just couldn't take it. "Riddle." It was still your voice, coming from his side, he slowly turned, there you were, standing next to him, looking at him with concern, giving him the slightest bit of hope, making his heart pound against his chest. He simply stared at you this time, unable to think of a response because you called him by his last name, you never did that. You didn't speak either, both staring at eachother, him with everything unsaid, sadness, anger, hope, longing, love, every fucking thing while you looked at him with worry painted all over your face. Mattheo hated to have people worry about him, noone was obligated to do so and he didn't want anyone to do it but right now, he didn't seem to mind, your attention was on him, worried about him. You finally looked away, placing your glass on the railing, alcohol with a lollipop in the glass, a typical you thing.

"alright, Mattheo," a small smile was tugging at your lips at his actions, "tell me, what's going on?" He didn't have anything to say, what would he say anyway? Upon not receiving an answer you sighed and continued, "Draco was telling me how different you've been-" he scoffed loudly interrupting you, ofcourse this is what it is, Malfoy sending you to talk to him, to scold him like everyone else, ofcourse you wouldn't come to him on your own, he was so fucking worthless in your eyes. “Don’t do that Mattheo-“ “Yeah? Why not? Coming here to scold me like everyone else, you know what, surprise surprise, it’s nothing I haven’t heard before.” He was angry, you come to talk to him after all these days and it was to tell him, that he’s bad, that he’s wrong, yes, he started it by ignoring you but you didn’t even make an effort to talk to your “friend” while he was away, it pained him to know that you didn’t even care to check up on him.

“No, I am worried Mattheo, this is not okay for you,” you moved closer, shaking your head trying to find the words, “I tried Mattheo, to catch you, to talk to you but you were always turning away, ignoring me, I couldn’t even get a proper look at you these weeks. Draco was joking about you smoking two a day, one for each girl you slept with, it was then but now, a whole pack a day? I tried to get to you, tried to see what’s been hurting you, but all I saw was your back towards me.” You paused, looking around clearly frustrated, “I thought maybe you didn’t want to talk about it, so I stopped trying but I am sorry, I can’t help myself, I care about you Mattheo and I hate to see you like this,” you looked up at him, hoping he’d understand but he only stared at you blankly, maybe you were wrong to care, he clearly didn’t want to be bothered, you sighed yet again, clearly there was no point, you could only wish for him to be better.

You mustered up all the courage you could, moving closer to the brunette who still hadn’t said a thing, “I am sorry for bothering you, I hope you win whatever battle it is that you are fighting, just know that I care and I can’t help but be worried when you are hurting, sorry if it is selfish that I want you to be better, I won’t disturb you anymore” you gave him a small smile, going up on your tiptoes planting a small kiss on his cheek, lingering for a moment, holding his hand in both of your own giving it a hard squeeze before letting go. It pained you to see that he didn’t seem to care about his own life, making you feel useless for doing the same, he was dear to you, you didn’t want to let go of him but clearly he didn’t want the same, who were you to deny him of anything? So, you let go, taking the moment in before walking away, the tears were ready to fall, you weren’t going to let him see that, you didn’t want him to see how pent up you were over him when he couldn’t even bring himself to care.

Mattheo could feel his chest burn, he could feel the sting in his heart at the sight of you walking away, his knees felt weak, you cared? You tried to reach out? Yes you did, of course you did, you weren’t the ugly person he tried to paint you as, he wanted to hate you so bad, he wanted you to be wrong, he wanted you to scold him, he wanted you to hate him just so he could move on but no, he could never move on from you, even if you spat his way he’d love you. ‘Sorry if it is selfish-’ he fucking wants you to be selfish, he wants you to be selfish about him. Only if he wasn’t busy imagining you with other guys, maybe he would’ve noticed that you smile a bit more around him, just maybe he’d see your eyes looking out for him. Maybe then he would’ve seen the look in your eyes, one similar to his, but he was a fool, he’d always be unworthy of your love, you wouldn’t love someone like him, he ruled that possibility out the very moment he fell in love with you, thereby in his mind even if you actually loved him, you didn’t because he couldn’t see it.

He called after you, he couldn’t see you walk away, not when he has so much to say. You turned around, he saw tears in your eyes, he felt like dying, it was him who made you cry, if he didn't hate himself before, he clearly did right then. With two wide strides he was infront of you, holding your face, wiping away your tears, "please don't walk away from me," he muttered, trying to get you to look up at him, you look up at him with stars in your eyes, taking his breath away, 'I want you so bad' he thinks to himself but it's false, no, he doesn't simply want you, he fucking needs you like the air you take away from him, when you look at him like that- hazy eyed, making him think that you love him but he knows you don't, he knows you don't love the guys you go on dates with, he knows you don't love the guys you sleep with, in his eyes you love to care but don't care to love, he'll be one of those guys, if it means you'll have him, even if it is for one night.

He was staring at you, looking for a sign, waiting for you to push him away but you just look at him with glossy eyes, making him weak, unable to contain himself he presses his lips against yours, you hiss pulling back, the bitter taste of smoke invading your senses, your reaction hurts him, he couldn't even be one of your guys, that's how worthless he is, his grip loosens, he tastes you on his lips, sweet cherry- the lollipop still sugary on your lips. Then you surprise him, fisting his collar, pulling him down, soft lips on his, like honey against his smoke. He loses it then and there, his hand comes up to hold your face, the other low on your back pulling you flush against him. It was heaven, eyes closed, moving in sync, savouring every second, he could feel his skin tingle, his body burn, it was pathetic how you could bring him to feel so much with the simplest of touches, and now you were kissing him, better than any dream or fantasy, it's real, he reminds himself, frowning as he concentrates trying to capture every single detail, of you against him.

Mattheo walks you back to the railings, not letting go of you even for a second. You pull away as the cold metal makes contact with your body, the sting seeping through the thin layer of your clothes. Still impossibly close practically breathing the same air, then the situation dawns upon you, you look up at Mattheo in horror. This is what has become of your love for him, he's using your attraction towards him to get you into bed, just like he did with other girls. There was no difference in their relationship with him and yours with him, evidently so. You loved kissing him but you hated the fact that it meant everything to you but all it was to him was a one night stand, your dignity would not allow it, even though you wanted him so badly. "I'm- I'm sorry but I can't," you quickly walk off, not looking back this was humiliation, you felt embarrassed.

One moment you were there kissing him and the next you were gone, he fucking hates this because he doesn't know what to do or what made you push him away. You gave him hope when you kissed him but shattered it when you walked away, you were confusing him. Why'd you kiss him like that if you wanted to let go? His hands reach out to pull at his hair, "Fuck" he grits out, it was frustrating not knowing what to do, knowing he has done something wrong. But for the most part, he doesn't know how you feel, you kissed him like you felt something but you walked away like it was nothing. He's over it.

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He's absolutely not over it. He couldn't even stick to the plan for five seconds, images of you in his arms plagued his mind. He could only cherish that moment, he felt more alive in those few seconds than he ever did, his lips are still tingling, it's the next morning and his head is still in clouds. Mattheo for once, feels human- he feels like going to class again just so he could see you. The wound of your rejection was still fresh in his heart but so was the memory of your lips against his in his mind.

He could handle the professors' taunts, he infact muted them out and zeroed in on your face, you were avoiding him, he could see it, trying so hard just like he did the past few weeks. He saw himself in you for a moment but then you started talking to some Hufflepuff dude next to you, smiling at him so pretty, his blood started burning hot when he saw the guy touch you. You did nothing to push him away, pfft- ofcourse he wasn't Mattheo fucking Riddle that you'd push him away.

Mattheo was practically burning holes into you skull as he took a seat in the very back. Only if he wasn't so overtaken by jealousy he'd see that your smile didn't reach your eyes as you laughed at the Puff's joke, that your reactions were simply polite, a mere distraction from the pinching of your heart. You didn't want to be one of the girls he slept with, didn't want to be discarded after being used.

He couldn't even be one of your guys, he fucking wanted it to be him so bad just to have your for a night, just so you could see him in a different light, just so you'd know that he loved you. He'd gladly be discarded by you.

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Mattheo has been searching for you, for about an hour now, you were minx- rushing out of the class before he could catch upto you. You were no where to be seen, he was actually getting worried. He was just about to enter the dungeons when he saw Pansy near the entrance. She'd know your whereabouts, she was a close friend of yours. She'd help him too, because she was his friend as well, right? Or had he destroyed every relationship he had the past few weeks. "Pans, a moment please" "oh hey Mattheo," she greeted him with a smile, that's a good sign, "umm- do you know where-" there he was, polite stuttering fucktard, "oh I know where she is," He didn't even tell her who he was looking for, confusion taking over his features, "I saw you looking at her in class, you like her don't you?" Was he that obvious? If so, why couldn't she see it? "Yeah," he finally admitted it to someone else, it was out there now, he felt some weight lift off of his shoulders, there was no denying to it, he loved her and he doesn't care if he gets laughed at for it but then his heart stops at her next words. "She's on a date with some Hufflepuff, in Hogsmeade," her voice was sympathetic, hurt was painted all over his face.

They were standing there in awkward silence for a couple of minutes before she broke it, heading towards the entrance, "You know you should tell her," she gave him a small smile, she patted his back ready to slip into the entrance, he stopped her "Why? Did she say something about me?" His voice was full of hope, hoping that maybe she had confessed to her friend just like he did right then but to add onto his sorrow, Pansy shook her head, he let his head hang low, moving his hand over his face, scoffing bitterly at the situation he was in, "but you should still tell her, at least you'll be satisfied knowing that you did something about it than do nothing." She shrugged walking in, leaving him there to think about her words.

She is right. He has to know, to know how you feel, he has to talk to you, has to let you know how he feels because in his heart, there's hope that you may like him back because you kissed him like you did. Mattheo wants to confirm that it wasn't his delusions that rendered your lips to move against his in adoration, something more than just physical. He has to hold you again in his arms-

He didn't even have to walk far away to find you, walking alone in the empty corridor but you turn around as you see him. Mattheo won't let you do that this time, he's onto you within seconds grabbing your wrist and pulling you back. "What-" "Please don't ignore me-" "I am not!" You sound defensive, taking your hand back, folding them as you look at him as though he is some lowlife human, there's a similar hurt in your eyes, one he knows a bit too well. "Yes you are, please don't try to deny it," he says slowly and carefully, he doesn't want you to walk away, "what do you want Mattheo?" You are annoyed, you stretch out his name showing your impatience. He takes his sweet time though, taking your hands in his, they feel cold, snatching away the warmthness of the action, "Why did you walk away? Yesterday?" "Why? Is there some rule against it-""no no ofcourse not-" both of you interrupting each other, you were frustrated, what was he trying to do? Did his ego take such a huge hit that you didn't want to sleep with him, like those girls he used and discarded? "Tell me why is it that you care? It's not a huge deal to you, you can have anyone else to sleep with you, it shouldn't matter that one girl decided to walk away when you have tens and hundreds lining up-" "WHAT?" He was looking at as though you were saying something ridiculous, "I cared about our relationship enough not to ruin it but you had to be there, trying to use me like you use the other girls and then discard me-" "STOP!" He holds your face in his hands, intense gaze setting you ablaze, "I fucking care, don’t think otherwise, I care because it's you, you could never be them-"

"wow- am I so worthless and unattractive in your eyes that you don't even-" "Wait, it should be me saying all of this, about you and the guys you on dates with, the guys you take to bed-" "What guys-" you both were now screaming at eachother, it was overwhelming, having to be vulnerable and admit your feelings and not understand what the person in front of you is saying. "I have not once slept with the guys I went on dates with, I'm in love with you for fucks sake but I got tired of waiting for you to love me," What.

He fucked up.

"Fuck, fuck-" his knees hit the ground as he covers his face with his hands, he's ruined all his chances by being an assuming dickhead. Heavens goodness- "FUCK!" He groans into his palms, not being able to digest what you had just said, he feels ecstatic that you love him but he hates that he's ruined his chances with you, "Mattheo-" "Fuck, I am so sorry, I've been a fool, a fucking idiot-" he pulls you down, grabbing your hands, crying because he doesn't know any other way to express it. He has lost his chance all because he let jealousy get the best of him, took illogical steps to overcome it. "I love you, I fucking am in love with you," he grips your hands tight, shaking them as he speaks, unable to control his very physical reaction, "Mattheo what-" "I thought that I could fuck it all out, fuck all the feelings away but no you were always on my mind, not just you but you with someone else, happy. I thought maybe I could resort to your ways, thought maybe I could sleep around then I'd get rid of my feelings, afterall you seemed happy doing it but you never- FUCK! I am so fucking sorry, I love you-" you kiss him, he sure was an idiot to think that you could just flip a switch and "unlove" him, what kind of love would that be? You hated to admit it, you loved him even when he was sleeping with so many girls, you loved him before he did that, a few weeks were nothing to make you hate him.

It was brief kiss, enough to silence him, tears were still running down his face- he was a heartbroken man on his knees afterall- they were only a sign of his regret, then he was at it again, apologising, "stop Mattheo, you are foolish if you think that I'll love one moment and not love you the next-" "but you don't deserve it, not after what I did-" "let me decide that. Do you love me?" Your ask is serious, so he answers you with utmost sincerity, his words soft, full of truth "I love you, more than I think I can handle," he looks down, you don't let him as you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him close, "Learn to handle it then, I am not going anywhere." For the first time in his life, does Mattheo experience pure bliss, you are a sin against his lips, he pulls you closer like a prayer because if there's a god above, he'd pray for you to be his.

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#first post #mattheo riddle #slytherin #slytherin boys #draco malfoy #matheo riddle #pansy parkinson #matheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheoxreader #had a hard time writing on here #realised it was mattheo and not matheo after completing the whole fic #had to manually copy paste each para into google doc

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hoshifighting · 1 month

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thoughts about jihoon obsessed with you jerking him off.

WARNINGS: smut, handjob, sex fluids (precum), fingering, jihoon have a wet cock.

you’ve had these woozi thoughts about jerking him off more times than you’d admit. it’s like a weird thrill, the kind that gets you hot under the collar, but also makes you bite your lip and think, “fuck, am i really that far gone?”

and yeah, you are.

you can see it so clear, him leaning back with that lazy grin, eyes half-lidded, just watching you with that cocky smirk because he knows what’s coming.

the way your hands wrap around him—shit, he always says your hands are softer than his. and he loves that, loves how your grip is just tight enough to make him gasp, but not too much to make it uncomfortable. it’s all in the rhythm, how you jerk him off, sometimes slow, teasing, just to watch him squirm, other times fast, just to see how he loses control, how his body reacts.

“fuck, babe… just like that,” he’d groan, his voice all rough and strained, head lolling to the side.

you love the way he looks when you’ve got him like this—pink, veiny, and absolutely desperate. the pre-cum makes everything slick, no need for lube or spit. he’s always so fucking wet, and that’s one of the things that drives you wild.

“you know you make me crazy, right?” he’d say, eyes on your tits, watching them bounce as you jerk him faster. you can’t help the way your face contorts, concentrating on getting him off, but also getting off on the sight of him losing it. the way his body tenses, the way his breathing hitches, the way he fucking moans your name like he can’t help himself.

those times when he’s too sensitive? oh, those are your favorite. when he’s moaning and whining, trying to hold on but just can’t. that’s when you know you’ve got him, really got him, and fuck, it’s so good.

“ngh… shit, y/n,” he’d groan, the sound vibrating through his chest, his whole body shaking under your touch.

it’s not like you two have had sex yet—some kind of fucked-up friends with benefits thing going on, where it’s all about the release without crossing that line. but then, sometimes he’ll finish, all breathless and satisfied, and he’ll look at you with that knowing glint in his eye.

because once, just once, you let it slip. how you always end up wet, aching, and untouched after getting him off. “seriously, what the fuck, y/n? why didn’t you say something sooner?” he’d ask, almost mad, and you’d shrug, trying to play it cool, but really, your heart’s pounding.

now, though, he’s got this thing where he makes sure you don’t leave wanting. those long fingers of his? he’s always ready to use them, sliding them deep inside you until you’re gasping his name just as desperately as he does yours.

“you’re always so fucking wet for me,” he’d whisper, his fingers curling inside you, finding that spot that makes you see stars.

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leviraaaaaa · 10 months

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“Levi!”

You barge through the door, all dramatic, gasping and panting, purposely exaggerating to get his attention. But not to your surprise, he didn’t even bother looking up.

“I suppose no one ever taught you, but there’s a concept called knocking.” He said, his eyes fully focused on the papers. His hand moving across it as he wrote. “It’s quite easy really, you raise your hand and—”

“Levi!” You cut him off, slamming the door behind you loudly. “Levi, my beloved, my savior in dark times, I am in need of your help.”

“Slamming the door isn’t very polite either. Your manners get worse everyday.”

You waved him off, shushing him. You made way across the room, where a couch sat not far from the desk he was sitting on, and flopped down face first. “Levi.” Your voice came out muffled.

“Ah yes, making yourself home I see.” He sighs.

“Levi, I need your help. Real bad.”

“No.”

“What–” You look up, raising your face from the cushions, offended. “You didn’t even–”

“No.” He repeated, eyes not leaving his work for even a second. “Please, get off my couch. Cleaning it is tiresome.”

“Levi.” You whined, impatient at his aloofness. “Levi, he’s going to kill me.”

“I’ll buy you a good coffin.”

“This isn’t funny.” You huffed. “I’m dead. Like literally. Absolutely. This is where it all ends.”

“I’d rather you not die on my couch.”

“Fuck your couch.” You flipped yourself, so you splayed on your back now. You tilted your head, staring at him. “Help me out. Please?”

Levi finally turns to look at you, unable to ignore you any longer. He frowned. “What?” He asked warily. “What did you do this time?”

“Promise me you’ll help me first.” You said.

“No.” He immediately rejects you. “What did you do? Did you get into a fight with an MP again?”

You shook your head.

“Blew up something in Hange’s lab?” He guessed.

“No. But I’d really rather it was Hange mad at me though.”

He looked at you confused, “Who did you piss off then? “

You grimaced. He was quick to conclude.

“Ah.” He realizes. “Erwin.”

A nod from you answers him.

“What did you do?”

“Ask me what I didn’t do.”

“What didn’t you do?”

“Work.” You sat up. “In my defense, it was a shit load of work. And I hate paperwork. And I kept procrastinating. And now it’s due by tomorrow and I didn’t remember until two minutes ago when Erwin shot a glare at me. And now I—”

“I’m not helping you.”

“Why not?” You demanded.

“It’s your fault. Don’t drag me into this shit.” He grumbles, scowling. “And you promised last time, you wouldn’t do this anymore. I’m not doing your work for you. I have enough on my plate.”

“Okay first of all, I’m not lazy. I was busy–”

“Ogling Garrison captains.”

“They’re pretty. And no, not the point, shut up.” You protested. “I was busy. And I didn’t come here so you could do it for me. I came here so you could go and talk to Erwin.”

Levi frowned, “Talk to him about what?”

“Tell him to give me one more day. Swear I’d work my ass off.”

“You said that last time too.” He pointed it out. “How angry is Erwin?”

You made a face. “Bad.”

“How bad?”

“He keeps glaring at me everytime I meet him. It’s the ‘if you don’t get it done this time, you’re gonna get in so much shit’ glare. It’s creeping me out.”

Levi scoffs, shaking his head. “Only you." He said. "Only you can possibly manage piss fucking Erwin off. The guy's a fucking monk, nothing affects him.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “If I had to guess, I’d say this isn’t the first time asking for an extension.”

“Err…” You ducked your face. “It was kinda supposed to be done 2 weeks ago.”

“2 weeks?” Levo looked at you incredulously. “No wonder he’s pissed. And you’re asking for more time?”

“One more day. Just one more day. Please Levi, he’ll listen to you.”

Levi stares at your pleading expression for a few seconds with narrowed eyes, considering. Thinking. Then he seemed to have made up his mind.

“No.”

“Wha—” You jerk upright. You really thought you’d convinced him.

“No. I’m not getting you out of the grave this time. Specially since you dug it yourself.” He returns his attention back to his work. “Good luck to you, but leave now. And learn a damn lesson.”

You stared at him, gaping. “Wow," You blinked you’re an asshole.”

“Congratulations for realizing that.”

You exhaled. Easy words won’t work, you knew. So, here comes plan A. Acting.

You pouted.

“Don’t look at me like that. I said what I said.”

You fluttered your lashes, all wide shiny eyes, about to cry.

“Get out before I start throwing shit at you.”

“Levi.” Plan B. Bribing.

“No.”

“Leeviii.”

“No.”

“Levi, aren’t you the sweetest, most dearest, my absolute favorite and delightful and super awesome with extra sugar on top bestiest best friend? Don’t be like that, c’mon.”

“Still no. And we’re not friends.”

“‘I’ll make you pie?” You offered.

“You can’t cook to save your life. No.”

"I'll give you hugs."

"I will slap you."

“Levi.” Plan C. Threatening.

He glares back at you.

"You do realize you could've used this time getting the report started instead of trying to convince me and actually might've manage to get it done?”

“I’ll read poetry to you.” You threatened.

Levi looks up, finally there’s a hint of alarm on his face. “No, you won’t.”

“I’ll make sure all your food touch.”

“Get out.”

“I’ll disorganize your bookshelf and fill it with those titan x scout love novels.”

He raised his middle finger at you.

“I will start telling you about all my exes.”

He cringed visibly.

Finally, you gave up. Dragging yourself off the couch, you slowly, pathetically, miserably made your way to the door. You knew that the odds were very low that Levi would actually help you this time, because he was right. You needed to learn a lesson. And it was your fault.

“Oi.”

Your hand was on the doorknob. “What?” You turned to look at him grumpily.

Levi was pinching the bridge of his nose, knitting his eyebrows together, irritated and annoyed. Like he was about to do something he regretted.

He let out a long exhale.

“Bring it here. I’ll help you.”

“What?” You asked, disbelief dripping from your tone. Were you dreaming?

“I’ll help you out. Just this time.” He grunts. “Don’t expect it again. And I’ll only guide you, you’re doing the most of it.”

Music to your ears.

“Really?”

“Go before I change my mind.” He huffed.

You broke into a wide grin, beaming up at him. “No wonder I love you.”

“The feeling is not mutual.”

“You’re the best,”

“Shut up.”

“The best. The most darling, the loveliest, the coolest, the–”

“10 seconds. I’m giving you 10 seconds.”

“Oh–” Your eyes widened. You learnt the hard way Levi usually means his time limits. “Okay, okay, wait here, wait. I’ll be right back. Just–”

And you were out the door,

“Fucking idiot.” He groaned to himself, as you yet again, slammed the door.

He wish he knew why he kept doing this to himself.

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echoofadream · 4 months

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I need a part2 of the "sub!Geto Suguru x fem!dom!reader" fic🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 BTW your writing is amazing!💖

sub!Geto Suguru x fem!dom!reader

Synopsis: Geto starts feeling conflicted about his feelings for you (a non sorcerer). You make him realize some things and you both come to terms with what you feel for each other

Contains: angst (kinda), substance use (alcohol), mentions of masturbation, smut, p in v, missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, mentions of murder

Suguru was going insane. He was constantly telling himself that he hated you, that he had to hate you. You were the source of his unhappiness, you were the source of the pain of his kind. But he couldn't bring himself to hate you. He thought about killing you then immediately rushed to the bathroom and splashed freezing water on his face. It usually worked but when it didn't he'd also slap himself. How could he even think about killing you when he craved you like he's never craved anything else before?

He was crying. Laying naked on his bed, fingers wrapped around his dick and jerking it as fast as he could, twisting his hand around his shaft in a desperate attempt to mimic your moves. He never did it right. He hated it. He hated that he had no self control left. He needed it. Every time he tried to restrain himself from doing it he'd find himself humping the sheets. There was no escape. He was ashamed. He was crying because of how low he'd got for a mere non sorcerer.

The man's feelings were a complete mess. Nights like those became more and more frequent. He couldn't bare call you. There was no good excuse. You were sending him as much money as he wanted so there was no reason for him to call you and ask to meet you. But one night he did.

He didn't want his family to see him in the state he was in so he booked a hotel room and called room service for a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He almost finished half of it by 1 am which was too late to call anyone but he didn't know what time it was nor did he care. He wasn't nervous, nor ashamed, nor excited, nor nothing. He took out his phone and dialed your number. You picked up on the third call.

"Do you know what time it is?" your tired voice asked the inebriated man.

"No" he answered.

You sighed. "What do you want?"

"I don't know" you could barely hear any emotion in his tone.

"Then why did you fucking call?" you snap at him. Hasn't he ruined enough nights for you already? You were paying him, so what else could he possibly need?

You freeze when you hear his voice break. "I'm sorry" he mumbles, biting his lip as tears run down his face. "I don't know why I called you but...I need you..."

You were speechless. You knew he was fighting some inner demons the last time you saw him and the fact that after you fell asleep right after finishing having sex with him you woke up in your own bed at home and nothing bad happened to you was telling a lot. He was growing fond of me, you thought. I'm going mad about her, he thought.

"Please say something" he adds.

"Suguru..." you start but he cuts you off.

"I'm lonely. I'm so lonely. Please..."

You contemplate for a while. It was up to you to go to him or go back to sleep. He wouldn't hurt you if you didn't come and you knew it. But it'll hurt him if you don't.

You sigh. "Send me your location"

Suguru opened the door of the hotel room. His hair was loose and his robes were undone, leaving his chest and legs bare. His cheeks reddened when he saw you standing there but you weren't even looking at his body. You stepped in and closed the door behind yourself.

"How much have you drunk?" you ask once you see the empty bottle on his table.

"It doesn't matter. Tell me..." his voice cracks and his lower lip starts trembling. "Please tell me what's wrong with me...I wanna hate you. I want to...I want to wish to kill you. What have you done to me...?"

You've never been scared of him, yet you knew he was insanely strong. You always saw him as this ruthless killer who only cared about his fellow sorcerers and loathed your peers. Yet here he was, crying because he had feelings for a person he was supposed to hate.

"I'm truly sorry my mere existence in your life makes everything for you so complicated. I know you despise non sorcerers and... I'm sorry for what you've been through" you say, trying to calm him down.

"How could you possibly know what I've been through!?" he yells. He was frustrated and it was obvious. He was at war with himself and you wanted to help him. Why? Why was the desperation in his voice making something inside you ache?

"I don't know...but I can only imagine how bad it was if it made you this full of hatred"

He remains silent and keeps looking you in the eyes, trying not to show his emotions. He turns around and walks towards the bed, then sits on the edge of the mattress, rubbing his temples. You didn't know what to do, but what you knew was that you hated seeing him in that state. You slowly approached him and not so surprisingly he let you.

"Suguru..." you started as you stood in front of him, looking down at his conflicted expression. He raises his head and looks at you, red teary eyes staring right at the shape of your soul.

He wasn't a bad person. Not at all. He was broken. So broken that his mind didn't want to accept what his heart was telling him. And you hated it. You were mad at the world for hurting him. For destroying the heart of a man you barely even knew aside from his previous constant threats he made to you and the one time you slept with him. You saw how much he was able to love. You saw the kindness he was showing his family, the care he was raising his daughters with. He didn't deserve any of this pain.

You lifted your hand to touch his face and he didn't stop you. As you stroked his cheek he closed his eyes an leaned into your hand, a small hum escaping his lips. His gesture made you smile, that ache in your soul slightly fading.

"Spend the night here" he says without looking at you. You accepted.

There was something about the way the sun rays made Suguru's features look the more majestic. He looked so peaceful as he was sleeping next to you. Even when the light was tickling his eye lids, he couldn't be less disturbed. The blanket was covering his lower side, leaving his back exposed to you. Your eyes traced the scars he had received from previous fights and you couldn't help but sigh, knowing he was living a life he never wanted.

You glanced at your phone. Eleven am. It's been a very long time since Suguru last found himself still sleeping at such a time. But you knew he needed it.

You brushed one of his locks behind his ear, continuing to stroke his long hair. You weren't trying to wake him up. It just felt right. Though soon enough he starts to slowly open his eyes. He yawns and rubs them then his hand goes to his forehead, pressing on it as his eyes squeeze shut. He was hungover.

You helped him get up then sit on the edge of the bed. He was grunting every time a new wave of pain pierced through his head and you tried to soothe him by stroking his back carefully.

"Suguru...I think I have some pills on me. I'll give you one, okay?" you ask, worried about his condition. He doesn't answer, instead he just nods his head. You get up and start looking for the pillbox you had in your bag and once you found it you filled a glass with some cold tap water and gave it to him, along with the painkiller.

He doesn't waste any time before swallowing it. He wasn't cautious. No, he trusted you. Suguru chuckles then raises his head to look at you. "I could've swallowed it without the water, you know?"

You raise a brow, a smile creeping onto your face. "You're in the mood for jokes now?"

He laughs again and tries to stand up, but only manages to fall back on the mattress. He gives you a pouty look. "I figured it's better to keep myself entertained. At least this way I don't feel bad for violating my principles"

You sigh and take a seat next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I've done everything you asked of me..." you tell him. Your words piqued his interest, causing him to frown.

He turned his face towards you, giving you an ugly look. "And now what? You want me to praise you for the thing you were born to do? You want me not to feel bad that I feel...whatever I feel for a lower being?"

"Lower being?" you repeat his words, hoping he'll realize he's in the wrong once he hears them out loud. He doesn't flinch. His expression only darkens more. "How am I inferior to you, enlighten me?"

"You dare!" he snaps, struggling to get up from the bed. "I saw my friends die for you, people! And for what? So that you could keep on living and create more curses? To what? To kill us?"

"And you think that by killing non sorcerers your friends will stop hunting curses and therefore stop dying? You think you're protecting them by abandoning them, letting them grieve your defection? You're not saving anyone. You're hurting your former friends and destroying your own life. All for nothing. You can't change the way the world is. It's messed up and it's twisted as fuck but you can't change it. You'll die trying"

Silence. None of you said anything for a while. He kept staring at you, yet it seemed more as though he was looking through you. He was lost in thought. There was nothing he could've said to argue with you because, as much as he wanted to deny it, you were right. Suguru wondered where you knew so much from for a while but soon gave up on trying to figure that out. He was tired. Tired of all of this. He called you here because he needed you. He still does.

So he gets closer and sits next to you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. It was a surprising gesture which both of you had been craving for too long. A gesture which you reciprocated.

He sighed an buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Please don't talk. I don't wanna talk. I need...time to think. But I don't want that right now"

You started caressing his back with one hand while the other was playing with his hair. It felt right. Sitting there so close to each other on a random noon. This wasn't like one of the one night stands he'd usually have in hopes of finally feeling something, in hopes of finally filling that void in his being. This was different. This is what he needed.

"Love me" he whispered.

"I do...I've always loved you"

"No" he replies. "What I meant was...make love to me"

"Ahh~ ahh f-fuckk"

He was moaning so loudly as he was thrusting into you. The sounds he was making sent shockwaves down your spine since his face was so close to your ear. He was almost laying on top of you, hardly able to hold his own weight because of the pleasure he was feeling.

"Am ahh~ i doin good ngh-ahh~" he asks, desperate for your praise. His cock was filling every inch of you, yet he was moving achingly slowly.

You caress his hair and speak gently to the man on top of you. "You're doing great, baby just mhm~ faster for me...think you can do that?"

He whines and tries to comply, but fails miserably. He was so damn sensitive. You were feeling too good around him, he couldn't even think anymore. He was happy, as simple as that. You loved him and he loved you and you were having sex right now and it felt so fucking good.

"Mhm~ love you...I love you I love you I love you...!" he kept saying it breathlessly, not to convince you of this, but because he finally felt free to accept his feelings.

You took his face into your hands and started kissing him sloppily, biting his lips and sucking on his tongue. This only made him weaker, his pace getting slower and his moans and whimpers louder.

"I'm gon-ahh gonna c-cum...!" he whimpers. "Please can I? Can ahh I pleaseee cum??"

"Yes baby yes. Cum for me"

"Nghh thank you thank you!!" he whines and soon enough you could feel his release filling you up and sliding down your ass, soaking the bed sheets.

Before he got the chance to catch his breath, you gave him an apologetic look and wrapped your legs around him, pulling him forward.

"Mhm~ n-no more! Ngh~ can't!" he whined.

You gently stroked his cheek with your thumb. "Shh pretty boy. You can, okay? You can make me cum, okay sweetheart?"

He nods as tears run down his face from the tantalizing feeling of overstimulation. He started moving his hips, every touch of your skin accompanying his moans as he tried to go faster for you.

His cock hardened inside you once more, his fat tip hitting your g spot so perfectly it made your toes curl. As you clenched around his length he started sobbing and normally you'd comfort the poor boy who was now yours but your head was thrown back on the soft pillow from the pleasure this man was finally giving you.

"Yes baby! Yes! F-fuckk you're doing g-great! Ngh-ahh good boy! Good fucking boy!"

The praise was only fueling his desire to make his lover feel good, to show his lover all the love and adoration he has for her. "Mhmm thank you ahh~ thank you so much you're making me so happy oh god!" The way you brought your knees up to your chest, allowing him to fuck deeper into you made you both lose the little lucidity you had left. The warmth and wetness of your walls along with his cum made it hard for his dick not to slip out of your cunt.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to bring his face closer to yours so you could press your lips on his abused ones once more. "Mhm~ can't gon-gonna cum again... for you oh fuck fuck fuckkk!!"

You weren't in a better state yourself. The long awaited high was approaching your body and you didn't even get the chance to tell him. The way his cock was abusing every right spot in such a delicious way while his pelvis was rubbing on your clit during the rapid movements of his body was enough to drive you over the edge.

When you arched your back as your walls clenched around him, your head getting thrown back and your mouth making an involuntary O shape, he buried his face in the crook of your neck and shot his cum once more deep inside your pussy.

For a while the only audible sounds in the hotel room was your and his panting. He was laying on his back next to you, but both of you were looking into each other's eyes. It felt right.

"I love you..." he confesses once more.

"I love you too"

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I want to show you something

Alessia Russo x Williamson!reader

Summary: Your big sister wins the European Championships and you think you can celebrate normally

Warnings: Fluff,angst?,maybe bad writing

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The final whistle sounds and the whole Wembley Stadium screams out everyone cheers and hugs. Your big sister has made history with her girls, becoming European champions for the very first time and in their own country

You jump into your brother Jacob's arms. Tears of joy run down your cheeks. Your emotions are going crazy. You're so happy for your sister

Leah falls into Millie's arms full of tears. Ella jumps into Alessia's arms. Everyone is happy in their own way. You haven't seen her so happy in a long time

After the first great joy was over, the girls went to stand for the German team so that they could pick up their silver medals. Then it was their turn. Each of the girls picked up their own gold medal. Leah went last, she carried the trophy

The girls waited eagerly for Leah. They all counted down and with a big jerk the girls jumped up and lifted the trophy

After Leah celebrated with her girls on the field, everyone went to their families to bring them to the field

Leah ran straight into your arms and lifted you from the stands to hug you tighter

“I’m so proud of you Lee” you tell her in your tight embrace

Leah couldn't say anything, tears just flowed down her cheeks and she hugged you tighter

She let go of you to hug your brother. You saw Nikita come up to you and give you a big hug. The rest of the team came to hug you but you were only waiting for one person

You looked around and looked for her but didn't find her. You felt Leah pull your arm and pull you into the middle of the field and then you saw the familiar face that you were looking for the whole time

alessia. She literally jumped on you and took you tightly in her arms and cut off your breath

"I'm so incredibly happy to see you here y/n"

she screams

"and so am I" You said laughing, squeezing her tighter

“Come with me, I want to show you something,” she moves away from you to take your head in her hands

She took your hand and pulled you towards the changing room

She pulled you down the long hallway until you got to the lionesses' cabins. She pulled you into the toilets

"lessi where are you taking me" you say smiling and tramp after her

“Just let yourself be surprised,” she says, her cleats echoing across the floor

She opened the door to the toilets, pulled you in and closed the door behind you

As soon as the door is closed she presses her lips to yours. Your eyebrows furrowed. You feel slightly confused about the kiss. You don't know if it's just the flood of her emotions

You pulled back slightly and she looked at you with her bright blue eyes. Never in your life had you seen Alessia so close to you and her eyes so bright

"lessi what will it be" you say shocked

"You know I once told you when I was drunk that I've had feelings for you for a long time we never talked about it again and it broke me that I never spoke to you about it again"

You couldn't answer. You just pressed your lips against hers again and pulled her into a painful kiss. You try to get control of the kiss but Alessia pushes you against the wall and her hands move up and down on your hips

She moans softly into your mouth, which gives you the opportunity to stick your tongue between her lips. Your head hits the wall and Alessia starts kissing you harder than before

"y/n where are you we want to go to the after party soon"

you hear your big sister screaming in the changing rooms

“fuck lessi shit stop leah is here” you said in a panic

"Calm down, she won't come in here" Alessia says and starts to push your head up to get access to your neck

You tilt your head back and groan

Leah comes to the toilets and opens the door

“What the fuck is going on here oh my god” she says almost screaming and her eyes widen

Keira and Lucy follow her

Lucy steps into the bathroom next to the shocked Leah Lucy starts laughing loudly

"Oh oh oh Keira come here" she says laughing loudly

"How long has this shit been going on with you guys? Did you plan on telling me at some point?" Leah says, visibly upset

"It's not long- it's nothing i- le-"

you say frozen, embarrassed that she caught you already

"I really don't have to give myself that" Leah says angrily and turns around and leaves

You wanted to go after her and stop her but Lucy steps in front of you and stops you

“Give her some time she’ll cool off” she says with a laugh and turns her back to you

You look at Alessia who just shrugs her shoulders

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princessbrunette · 8 months

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mean brother’s bsf ! rafe who says he has to go to the bathroom while he’s over at your house playing video games w ur brother but instead walks to ur room and starts fucking u :((

𓍢ִ໋🪷˚*ੈ♡⸝⸝🦢

you can always hear the group of them — rowdy and loud, yelling at the tv whilst they play the game, or watch some kind of sport that you yourself had no interest in. you had no idea why your brother refused to ever close his door, especially when he had friends round— they were so damn loud.

you hear rafes voice in the hallway and it makes your heart rate spike, your brothers friend calling something into the room as he leaves it, the boys exploding into laughter. you wondered if he’d stop by today, like he did every time — or if he’d pass you by and act like you don’t exist, something he has also demonstrated he is capable of doing when your brothers around.

it had happened only earlier, coming home from your pilates class in your cute little get up which usually you knew rafe would be all over— the boy stood in the kitchen, chatting to your brother when you arrived home.

“hi!” you chirp politely, happy to see him there, knowing what it meant for you. rafe barely glanced— offering you a “hey.” before continuing on his conversation. you couldn’t help but let your face fall. you knew he couldn’t give you much attention infront of your big brother, not wanting to draw suspicion— but just a hey was rude, impolite even.

you hear your door creak open and you don’t turn to look, playing nonchalant as you lay on your stomach on your bed, flipping through a book. he’s careful to close the door again, taking in the sight of you laying there, more importantly the sight of your ass cheeks spilling from your pyjama shorts.

“did you miss me?” he drawls, taking a step closer and you spare a glance over your shoulder, playing like you didn’t.

“oh, hey.” you repeat his greeting from earlier boredly. it was petty, sure— but unfortunately, you were crazy about rafe. you wanted him to know you were a little peeved.

“that all i get, hey?” he sounds amused, dumb and part-lipped as he steps a little closer, fingers tickling your ankle which makes your leg jerk out, nearly kicking him.

“well that’s all i got earlier.” you flip a page, pretending to be totally disinterested in the conversation. you hear him still, breathing as he tries to recollect the moment.

“i dont — i-i don’t understand. what’s this about?” he asks, already irritated with the way you aren’t turning around to look at him. you sigh, sitting up and spinning around to face him. he didn’t get to be mad, best to nip it in the bud.

“i said hi to you and you acted like you didn’t even know me.” you pout immaturely, running your fingers along the bed to avoid his eyes. his eyes widen, hands spreading at his side in incredulity.

“your brother was there. fuck you expect, me to stick my tongue down your throat and slide a finger in your ass whilst he’s just standing there? i — i don’t —”

“no! just… you didn’t even look at me.” you sigh and he drops his hands, skulking over to stand right over you at the edge of the bed. he places his large hands on your cheeks, lifting your sulky gaze to his.

“‘cus if i did, id probably get all riled up… you don’t want that, right? infront of big bro?” he softens, but there’s something conniving about his tone.

“no.” you sigh and he nods in approval.

“right. i just had to play it cool. yeah?” he clarified slowly, like you’re a little dumb.

you blink up at him, and he gives in, bending down to press his lips to yours, the familiar taste of his tongue integrating into your mouth as you hum, visibly relaxing into the kiss.

“i did miss you.” you whisper, and he prods at your shoulder to encourage you to lie back.

“and i told everyone i had to take a phone call outside, so we haven’t got long… you wanna take these shorts off for me or am i gonna have to rip ‘em off like last time n’have you cryin’ at me again?”

five minutes in, and it’s increasingly harder to stay quiet. he’s mounted you, an obscene and degrading sight for anyone that would accidentally stumble upon it. your legs were up by his shoulders, cock nestled deep inside you as presses his lips together, stifling the little breathy groans from the back of his throat.

“m—my bed, its creaking!” you mewl, cunt tightening when he slides a large hand up the back of your thigh to the crevice of your knee, keeping it raised.

“those suckers aren’t listening. stop— stop thinkin’ bout that, yeah? look at me. focus on me.”

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt #bbf!rafe

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cranberryjuice-posts · 8 months

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Your so pretty it hurts

Pairings - clarisse larue x Femme lesbian! Reader

Synopsis- clarisse doesn’t know what the hell to do- either she ruins her friendship or she has to live with the guilt

The camp bonfire was glowing brighter and bigger than normal as most campers were celebrating something that clarisse couldn’t care to remember.

All that she was focused on was you laughing with your friends. You wore a cute simple lace cherry tanktop with some sweatpants. Clarisse’s pupils dilated as she admired your look, she always loved that tanktop on you.

However her fixation was broken when you walked over. “Hey loser” you joked and sat beside her. You leaned onto clarisse and wrapped your arms around her shoulder.

Clarisse rolled her eyes in retaliation but softly wrapped her hand to your waist. “What do you want”

You frowned. “Nothing”

“Uh huh”

“I’m serious!”

You sat up and clarisse gave a sarcastic look, it was one of her favorite things to do was to make you mad. “So what, no ‘can I have your jacket’ or ‘can I have your s’mores’ “ she teased all while softly rubbing circles on your hips.

“Well since you want to be such a pain in the ass I’ll take the s’mores” you sarcastically spoke but smiled as she leaned over and grabbed the allium square.

“Everything’s in there” clarisse tilted her head and reluctantly let you go as you took the s’more set unwrapping it and starting to prepare it. Your back was facing her so you couldn’t see how softly clarisse was looking at.

The strong hard and intimidating daughter of ares was actually looking at you like she had been in love with you for years.. probably because she had been. Ever since you two met clarisse knew she liked you more than a friend, and Sure Ares Kids and (godly parent) kids didn’t hangout in the same crowd but that never stopped her.

All clarisse wanted was for you to look at her the same but she knew you had eyes for some other girl. “Y/n” she spoke, you turned around with some marshmallow around your mouth.

“Hm” you spoke trying to get the fluff off of your mouth but clarisse leaned forward wiping your mouth down for you. She held onto your face for a moment rubbing your cheek before getting up and leaving

Some days passed,

Clarisse had been sparring in the arena, at first when you arrived she tried to ignore you. However she immediately folded once you hugged her from behind and whispered your begs in her ear.

You two were walking around camp. Clarisse was trying to play cool as you grabbed her hand while walking.

“Right and then— your not listening” you stopped walking and sighed. Clarisse jerked slightly forward before looking back

She rolled her eyes unamused “I am your talking about some girl you made out with right”

“Yeah but-“

“So I was listening” You just rolled your eyes and continued to walk with clarisse.

It soon started to rain, annoyed you ran to the Ares cabin with clarisse that was oddly empty.

“Ughh” you complained and went to a mirror “my hair is fucked up” while trying to fix your hair clarisse just shook her head at your dramatic though she would be lying if she didn’t admit she loved how you got

Eventually you just caved and tried to pull your difficult hair back. Walking over to clarisse you opened the trunk that was by her bed and pulled out a camp shirt. “What are You doing”

“Grabbing a shirt since mines soaked” you slid your shirt off and clarisses eyes widened at You white and blue floral bra. Embarrassed she looked away but you laughed. “Common lise i don’t care if you look we’re both girls it’s nothing you haven’t seen before”

She just silently grumbled and waited for you to change. Soon you found yourself laying on the small bed, “so where’s your siblings” you look over but clarisse just shrugged.

“Don’t know or care, we were having a training day but you showed up and interrupted that” she looked back and gave you an intimidating look that most tried to avoid but you just found cute. “Aww it’s ok to say you just enjoy hanging out with me more than training”

Clarisse Just pushed you back down on the mattress as you sat up. “Fine” you scoffed. “Enough about me there any girls you’ve been fooling around with? Someone i gotta be jealous of”

Clarisse found your comment stupid but responded “no actually I’ve got more important things to do than smash faces with someone”

“It’s ok to say you don’t get bitches”

“Ever heard of shut up” she looked back at you but blushed as you raised an eyebrow giving her a teasing look. “Why don’t you fall asleep or something”

“Trying to get me in bed already? How risqué clarisse” you laughed but had your head pushed into the pillow.

Some grumbling and retaliation later you fell asleep with clarisses comforter engulfing your frame. Clarisse who was still sitting on the bed looked back and sighed, she moved a stray piece of hair out of your face and just closed her eyes in defeat.

You two were friends.. you had made that clear early on that you didn’t date friends so any chance she had with you was gone.. it took everything in clarisse to just not confess right there with the off chance you could hear her but she just shook the thought away.

The bond Fire was a bright pinkish red with large flames. You of course were laughing with your friends and bothering clarisse though she wouldn’t admit it that she actually liked you being around.

“Fuck it’s cold” you complained and hugged your arms. Clarisse leaned back and raised an eyebrow. “This is where you offer me your jacket” you jokingly chastised her.

“Hell no I’m not freezing my ass off because you forgot your jacket” she laughed sarcastically while you hit her shoulder.

“Whatever happened to being a gentleman huh”

“You want a gentleman go talk to Chris I’m sure he’d be more then happy to have you asking for his jacket”

“Ew no, no offense to chris but he’s not exactly my type- he’s missing the extra X chromosome” You winked playfully, both of you continued to go back and forth enjoying the playful banter.

You felt a weight on your shoulders and looked up. “Your cold right” Jane a daughter of Demeter smiled. You awkwardly looked around while clarisse gave a harsh glare to the girl behind you.

“Uh.. yeah thanks“

“She didn’t need your jacket” clarisse intervened. Jane shrugged her shoulders and gave an awkward face.

“Yeah Well i don’t recall asking you” - clarisse stood up and pushed jane back slightly getting into her face. You quickly joined her and tried to stop her.

“Hey! Hey” You yelled. “Dude what is wrong with you” shifting your weight and trying to calm clarisse down. “Her- she’s the problem”

“She’s not intrested jackass” clarisse pushed against you with a miss leading smile. Jane just rolled her eyes while getting more defensive.

She pushed clarisses Hand Away. “Yeah and Why’s That”

“Clarisse!” You yelled at her finally getting her attention. “Sorry Jane” You signed and dragged the fuming daughter of ares away.

Now standing inside the Ares cabin you continued to argue with the girl before you finally had enough.

“Clarisse!” You complained and hit your hands to your side. “What is your problem” it wasn’t just fustration about the What had just happened, you had realize clarisse had been acting different around you. “For weeks now you’ve been acting weird it’s like I don’t even know you! Lise your my best friend just talk to me”

She just stood there irritated and rubbed her eyes. After debating it for a moment clarisse moved closer to you and tucked some hair behind your ear. She brought your faces close and sighed.

“Fuck y/n” she closed her eyes for a moment. “Are You really that dense”

“Wh-“ in that moment clarisse just gave in and pulled You into a kiss.

Shocked at first but slowly you leaned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around the girl. The kiss was short lived however when clarisse pulled away and pushed you off.

“Sorry.. I shouldn’t of done that”

“Shut up”

You grabbed her again and kissed her getting the angry girl to find finally stop and listen. The kiss felt immature with the stark contrast of your soft lips to clarisses chapped ones. You pulled away while keeping your hands around her neck and shoulders. “You ready to talk..” your voice hoarse while you played with one of clarisses curls.

Clarisse looked down and nodded. “I… I really really don’t want to be just friends with you” she practically begged. “It’s stupid i know but I love you”

“Really? Three seconds into asking me out you say I love you, damn clarisse you really aren’t beating the lesbian stereotypes”

“Shut up” clarisse lightly hit you. You just laughed and kissed her softly.

“Mm’s ok I love you to”

Y’all I actually fucking hate this it sucks so much ass 😭😭

#Spotify #clarisse la rue #lesbian #wlw #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #clarisse my beloved #pjo headcanon #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson #pjo fanfic #pjo

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writingsbychlo · 2 years

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false confessions | azriel

summary; you overhear azriel say something, and try to cooperate. word count; 4595 notes; based on this ask, that I got a little carried away with!

"I love her, I really do." Az sighed, your heart swelling a little as you listened from where you were perched within the library, Nesta at your side. When you'd heard the men come in, you'd been intent on going to see your mate, but they'd been talking, Cassian had been deep into a story about him and Nesta, and your friend had been adamant about hearing it out. So, you'd let her grab your wrist, sneaking the two of you deeper into the library, hiding away between the shelves where even Azriel's shadows had not bothered to slip away and investigate.

"But?" Rhysand prompted, your heart skipping a beat in your chest at the pause that followed, the silence seeming to drag on.

"But... she's so clingy sometimes." Azriel exhaled the words on a breath, and Cassian snickered a little in response. "I just- sometimes I want my peace and quiet, and it just feels like whenever we're together, she's right on top of me at home, we never just.. do our own thing."

Your stomach twisted, and Nesta's fingers tightened around your wrist as she was still gripping it. All playfulness was gone, though. She let go a second later, straightening up and brushing down her skirts primly, pausing only when you grasped her in response, shaking your head. You knew that your friend would defend you to the ends of the earth if you asked, but you didn't want her to. This wasn't her problem, or anyone else's, it was yours.

You were spinning, mind feeling like it was going a million miles an hour, the way it felt to fly home with Azriel when drunk after a night at Rita’s, while your stomach twisted the way it did the morning after said nights out. You weren’t sure where this problem had come from, up until now, you’d always thought Azriel liked the affectionate side of you, the part that just couldn't get enough of him. Clearly, that was not the case.

Your eyes tracked the movements of Azriel's shadows as they slithered out further, lazily, but inching ever closer to you and Nesta's position. Slowly, in an attempt not to get caught at all, you snuck backwards, taking her with you. Manoeuvring through the stacks, you stayed hidden, the two of you slipping out through the back exit and unseen, and in silence.

Only once their voices had entirely faded and you were slowing your pace between the twists and turns of the corridors did Nesta finally let a loud and obscene curse slip from her lips. "I'm gonna' kick ten tons of shit out of them all."

"No." The word was icy on your tongue, and her head snapped to you, You gave a soft wince in apology. "I'm not mad at him."

"What? Why not?"

"Because.. he's right. I am clingy, I just thought he liked that. I thought he liked when we were together, I never sensed anything otherwise down the bond, perhaps he's just good at hiding it. But, you heard him, he doesn't like it, so it's down to me to stop." You shrugged, but it didn't stop the stinging in your throat, and you slammed up walls at your end of the bond, hoping the hurt beginning to build hadn't yet leaked across to reach him.

"What I heard," Nesta muttered, ice on her own voice as her arms crossed angrily over her chest, "was my mate chuckling his smug little ass off at the comment. Jerk. He can sleep in another bed tonight." She was equally as angry, on your behalf, and you grinned a little at the affection she displayed for you.

"You don't have to do that."

"It's for me. He doesn't get to gossip about things like this behind my back. I wonder how many things I have done that irritate him that he's never told me, simply choosing to whine about it to those other bats." She hissed the word out like an insult, and you couldn't find fault in her logic. "I'd bet Feyre would agree."

"Would agree with what?" You both jumped, rather violently, approaching the dinner hall where said sister was sitting comfortably, a sketchbook and some charcoals out in front of herself, brows raised. Nesta didn't hesitate, stalking across the room and offering her daemati sister her hand. Brushing off charcoal on her skirt, she took it gently, gasping a second later after replaying the memory. "Those... those jerks!”

“That’s what I said!” Nesta burst, hands on her hips, and only the soft cooing of her nephew was enough to replace the scowl she wore with a slight smile. Your attention remained fixed on Feyre as she processed the covert conversation you’d secretly witnessed.

“No wonder Rhys locked me out, I didn't think much of it, boy talk, but this kind of boy talk?" She frowned, offering a sympathetic look your way, and the solidarity of your friends made you feel that much better. You rubbed your temples, swallowing again thickly, the weight of it all beginning to bring you down a little. "Fey, can you just take me home?"

"Of course, Nesta will watch Nyx for a moment, right?" His auntie was already leaning over his bassinet, tapping the tip of his nose teasingly as the baby babbled happily in return. With a hand in hers, Feyre took you home, a warm hug and a chastising word about their behaviour, her parting gift, before leaving you alone in the house belonging to you and your mate.

The house was quiet when you were alone, the middle of the day meaning you would be alone for quite a while yet, leaving you plenty of time to decide on your course of action. You glanced around, somehow feeling out of place within your own home. It all felt.. different, somehow.

Were you mad? No, only sad, and so retaliation didn't seem fair.

Sure, you were upset he'd talk to his friends about it rather than simply tell you, but Azriel had always struggled with 'talking about it', and had never wanted to hurt you. Emotionally inept at times, perhaps this was simply his way of trying to protect your feelings. A conversation you were never supposed to hear, a hurt you were never supposed to feel, because your mate was simply putting up with it to let you feel better.

You couldn’t have that. This relationship wasn’t supposed to be about secret sacrifices, it was supposed to be about trust and love and mutual respect. You’d sworn it when finding out you were mates, and sworn it again at the ceremony, and you tried to hold it up every day. Azriel wanted to spare your feelings, and now, you’d spare his, too.

It was hours before he returned, and you’d found yourself slipping back into your regular routine, making everything feel normal again by sticking to what you knew. You were unloading ingredients, cooking a comfort meal for yourself, when your mate returned home.

You first caught the tell-tale sign of feet hitting the ground outside from the sky, then steps got closer and closer up the pathway, before finally, the door opening and closing.

By the time you heard him taking off his boots and hanging up his coat, you'd found it within yourself to muster a reasonably convincing smile, and shake away any lingering thoughts about it. You are doing this for Azriel, to make him happy, to love him the way he’d loved you for years, without ever telling you. Your body twitched, aching to move to him like you always did, to greet him at the door with a kiss, with a hug, with something, and you firmly rooted your feet to the ground. After a pause, clearly anticipating what you now realised was an unwanted overload of affection, Azriel left the entry, stepping through the large open-arc into the kitchen.

"Hello, my love.." You only smiled, ignoring the curious tone in his voice, brushing your hands down the front of your apron. "What have you been up to today?"

"I saw Nesta."

"Oh?" He paused by your side, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, and you tipped your face to the side receiving it, but made no move for more the way you usually would.

"She gave me a couple of new books, and said she’d return the other ones." You only hoped he simply hadn't noticed that the book pile on the coffee table had not, in fact, changed at all. He didn't glance over, and you moved away, to the food laid out ready to be prepared for dinner.

"Are you alright, my love? You don't seem quite like yourself, tonight.”

You redirected your glance to the vegetables, only nodding in response, and taking a deep breath to force another smile. "I'm just fine, don't worry, just a little tired today."

He lingered for a second, before nodding himself, offering a smile in return, and a flush of reassuring love down the bond. You let it in, letting it warm you from the inside out. So, this is what he wanted, he had noticed and was already responding better. It was both relieving and painful. He rolled up his sleeves, taking another step closer to you. "What are we making? What can I do to help?"

"Not a thing, I've got it here, don't worry." His head shot up, brows furrowing once again, and your hand almost reached out, wishing to smooth that spot between on his face that had wrinkled with the frown. He noticed this time, the slight raise of your hand before you lowered it.

"But, I thought you liked it when we cooked together? You said you like how I can tell you about my day, while we make dinner." It's true, you had said that, but that was just another one of the events you'd forced upon him, wasn't it? Another act where he wanted to do his own thing, but was instead beholden to your wishes.

"I do, but we don't have to cook together every night. I'm fine here, I was just in my thoughts, is all. You could tell me about your day while we eat?” A flash of hurt travelled across his face, as though you were rejecting him, and so it was your turn to send a pulse of love down the bond to him. He tugged in response, pulling a smile from you, a real one, the way it always did when he did that.

With a kiss placed on your forehead, he left in silence a moment later. Not long after, his footsteps were on the stairs, bath filling in the bathroom, and you let out a sigh at his absence.

He returned in time for dinner, one of his shadows had been left behind, not-so-subtly lingering near the chopping boards to monitor you, and so you'd been careful about making sure to seem positively chipper until he returned. He helped carry everything through to the table, commenting gently under his breath about how good it all looked, and you thanked him as you poured wine, letting him serve food for you both onto your respective plates.

Taking opposite seats, the lull lasted not a full second, before Azriel was diving right into a spirited recap of his day:

"Rhysand and Cassian are in the doghouse." You almost slipped with your wine glass as you took a nerve-soothing sip, and Azriel was smirking as he chopped his chicken up, lifting a piece on his fork to his lips, awaiting your response.

"Oh? And why is that?" You followed suit, hoping your tone didn't give it away, already knowing exactly why they were upset. All three of you had felt a little betrayed by their conversation behind your backs.

"Not a clue. All I know is that after we finished our discussion, Nesta and Feyre wanted nothing to do with either. Rhys was all 'Feyre, darling, I was thinking we could catch dinner on the Sidra tonight, I made a reservation'," Azriel mocked his best friend's voice, and genuine laughter spilt from you, his eyes glittering a little and the bond between you humming once again. "And then Feyre said 'I was thinking I'd rather spend the evening with anyone else, right now, actually'. He was speechless. As were Cass and I."

He was so excited to share the gossip, like it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened, and the thought that perhaps this wouldn't be so hard crossed your mind. The same Azriel, the same you, just with less.. togetherness. Less touching. Perhaps, it would even make the times together and the touches even more special than you'd always thought they were. "And Cassian?"

"Even worse. He was in the midst of laughing at Rhys' shocked face when Nesta all but removed his balls in front of us." He took a swig of his wine, and you placed a piece of chicken into your mouth, excited to hear just how she'd unleashed that anger she'd been holding when you'd last seen her. "She said, 'oh, laugh it up, bat boy. See how much you're laughing when you're laying in bed alone tonight, nothing but your right hand to keep you company'."

That made your jaw drop, Azriel's deep laughter permeating the air at your reaction, and you felt proud of your friend, even if you did feel a little bad for Cassian. That's what they get for complaining behind their mates' backs instead of being honest.

"So, Feyre then proceeded to thank Rhysand for the reservation, take both Nyx and Nesta and winnow away without another word. Presumably to said reservation for a lovely sisterly dinner." Az shrugged, turning back to his food, and you sipped at your wine. Good for them. "When I left, Rhys and Cass were grumbling at the dinner table, trying to work out what they'd done wrong."

That sent a pang of pain shooting back through your chest, but you quickly suppressed it, beginning to tell him all about your own day, and your suddenly-made plans to go shopping instead of sitting at home with him all day tomorrow. He didn't object, only encouraged you.

After dinner, with plates cleared away and wine glasses refilled, you'd both moved to the living room, a quiet night planned as he settled onto the couch, book in hand, opening his action-packed thriller to the page he'd left off at as you stoked the fire idly, stocking a few more logs on.

When there was nothing more you could do to it, you stood, brushing down your skirts and leaving the room, not missing the trail of his eyes after you, or the sweep of one of his shadows, trying to curl around your ankle as you hurried through the house and up the stairs. You had planned to simply settle into bed, let your mind spin and wander, but with his watchful little trick giving you it's full-attention, you were forced to move through your preparations for bed, and follow its lead when it wrapped itself around your wrist, tugging you back downstairs.

When you returned, Azriel's glass was empty, book still open, but his gaze was on the doorway as you walked through it. "Where'd you go?"

"I thought I'd prepare for bed before reading tonight, seeing as I'm so tired, that way I can get in bed as soon as the need arises." Your hands locked in front of yourself, and dipped his head in a gesture toward your book pile.

"Will you sit with me and read for a while, then?"

"Of course." What were you supposed to do, say no? You were giving him space, but when he asked you to stay, who were you to deny it? Picking up the book from the top of the pile, you settled down into the large armchair on one side of the table, perpendicular to the couch Azriel sat on. As you opened your book, his snapped shut, and he let out a rough sigh.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm reading." You teased, waving your book at him, but he was not in such a playful mood, it seemed.

"I see that. Why are you doing it over there?"

You faltered. What now? Confess to hearing him, or continue to spare his feelings the way he had been sparing yours for years. The choice seemed clear. "Sitting closer to the fire, so I don't get cold."

"You never get cold, because you sit with me. You sit here, and if you get cold, I wrap a wing around you, and you get that cute little blush on your face and make one of those jokes about Illyrians being built warmer for those 'damn cold mountains'. So, why are you sitting over there?"

Busted. You worried your lower lip, trying to decide exactly what to say, but he beat you to it, his face crumpling a little as realisation washed over him.

"You heard us in the library." It wasn't a question, no, it was a statement. A fact, he knew it. Your mate was far too intelligent and deductive for his own good, sometimes. He put down his book, crossing the room in a flash, and removing yours from your hold too. He slipped down to one knee before you, grasping your hands in his, and he gaped for a few moments, no words coming. "I didn't mean it," was what he settled on.

"'Course you did, Az. It's okay." You squeezed his hands lightly, and he gripped back firmer, like you might pull away from him if he didn't hold on. "I was a little upset to know you'd rather tell your friends than simply tell me if something I was doing was bothering you, but you're allowed to be bothered by things."

"No, I didn't mean it, my love. Please, don't take it to heart." There was a pleading under his voice, like he thought this might drive a wedge between you both, and you pried one hand free to sit comfortingly over his cheek. His head tipped into the touch.

"Az, it's okay, really. Not everything is always going to be perfect between us, but in future, if I do something you don't like, just tell me, okay?"

"No, no, no.." He was panicking now, so much so that the fear was beginning to ripple down the bond, you couldn't just hear it in his voice but feel it ricocheting through your own chest. Cold, like shards of ice. "Everything is perfect, and that is the problem. Rhys was complaining about all the changes with Nyx. About how he loves his son so much, but lately, Feyre hasn't even wanted to touch him, and she's had such mood swings because of the sleepless nights, he's frazzled. One minute she's coming onto him, the next she's snapping at him because he didn't kiss her just right. Cassian was complaining because Nesta is so fiercely independent and he loves it, but when all that overprotective side of him kicks in and she snaps at him for going full-Cass-mode on her, he hates it. He wishes sometimes she'd just let him clean her wounds and treat her gently."

You didn't know quite what to say, confusion filling you, and he pressed on, pushed a little closer, never letting your gaze slip from his, holding you captive with it.

"Then they were looking at me, like I was supposed to say something, anything. Like, they'd been vulnerable about things they couldn't tell their mates without feeling embarrassed, as though it was my turn. I couldn't think of anything, because, baby, everything is perfect. All I wanted to say was, 'can't relate, Rhysand; maybe one day but not today. Can't relate Cassian; my girl protects me as much as I protect her, we fuss over each other'. I didn't want to upset them, and I realised what they wanted was clingy, the kind of clingy we have, the kind of clingy I love. So, I tried to tell them it wasn't all it seemed, so they'd feel better."

His thumbs soothed over your knuckles, the only sounds between you being the popping of the fire and the ticking of the large clock, until you sighed. He leaned down, kissing the hand still clutched in his own, before twisting to press a kiss to the palm on his cheek before you could retract it.

"It damn near broke my heart when you didn't greet me at the door tonight. It's my favourite part of getting up in the morning, knowing that when I come home, you'll come flying into my arms, and show me so much love, a kind of love I never thought I'd have. But you didn't, you said you were fine, though. I worried you were mad at me, too. You didn't want to cook together, I hated that, because I like being part of the things you like. You didn't kiss me, you haven't kissed me all night, I miss it. I miss it so much. You didn't hold my hand at dinner, and now you won't sit with me. I'm worried, my love. I'm scared, you have to believe me."

He raised his free hand, sitting it tenderly over your jaw, just like you did for him, swiping his thumb delicately back and forth across your cheekbone. It was an act you adored so much, something he knew brought you peace and comfort, and at this moment, it was doing just that. You could feel the fear in his words as it echoed in your chest, the desperation as he waited for your response. Lifting the hand from his cheek, his gaze tracked the movement, watching your hand hover for a split second over his head. He didn't let the half-second become a full one. He took your hand, lacing it into his hair where it had been headed, your fingernails scratching over his scalp in the soothing way he loved so much.

"Always touch me. Never hesitate. I don't care if we're at dinner or on a battlefield, but your touch, your attention, your love is everything. Never stop." His eyes fluttered closed in bliss, but he was still tense. "Just say you forgive me."

"I do not, because there's nothing to forgive." His breath hitched at the beginning of your sentence, eyes snapping open wide, and you leaned forward to rest your forehead on his. "Next time, come up with something that's not going to hurt my feelings, even if I shouldn't be eavesdropping."

He smirked at that, nose brushing yours and he laughed breathily. "Next time, I'm just going to take the teasing and let them know how utterly fucking hard in love I am."

"Well, that works too." You smiled, before he was sitting up more, raising from his one knee and pressing his hands underneath your body. "What are you doing?"

"Moving you so we can sit together."

"I'll just come to the couch-"

"Won't be close enough, now." He muttered, scooping you up enough to settle into the wing-designed chair, and situating you sideways across his lap as your eyes rolled. He left a soft bite to your covered shoulder in response. "Don't roll your eyes at me, you had me freaking out. I thought you weren't going to forgive me. I thought you weren't going to.. to be the you that I love, anymore.."

"Yes, well, that's over now." You leaned in, kissing the tip of his nose for emphasis, but uncertain eyes found yours again.

"You mean it?"

"I do." You pressed another kiss to his jaw, fingernails moving back to rake through the thick black hair on the top of his head.

"You'll greet me at the door tomorrow with a kiss?" Mm-hm. "You'll let me cook with you?" Your lips moved up to his cheek, nuzzling there sweetly as you left little pecks across his skin, mm-hm. "You'll hold my hand at the table, and play footsie, and you'll curl up on the couch with me after?" Mm-hm, your kisses reached the corner of his mouth, and you felt it twitch into a smile underneath your lips. "You'll cuddle with me in bed tonight?"

"And every other night, for the rest of our lives."

Something akin to adoration raced through your chest, filling every part of you. Despite his pink-tinged cheeks, Azriel was confident in his requests, hazel eyes shining as he looked at you. "And you'll kiss me, you'll hold me, every time you want to. Promise me, you'll never hide your affection from me, promise me you'll show me your love for as long as you feel it for me?"

"As long as you promise the same to me." He nodded, vehemently, sealing the deal with an urgent kiss, and you felt a tingling mark forming on the back of your neck, alongside the mating bond you'd made together so many years ago. Another promise formed, to be held forever.

His lips worked against your own, fingers slipping from where they sat on your cheek to smooth up, no longer running his fingers gently along your jaw but tracing soft tips over the patch on your neck. His lips became a smile in the kiss, teasing and sweet, a breathy sound slipping from you as he nipped at your lower.

“We should go upstairs.” He whispered, and your arms looped around his neck, prepared for the movement that was so come as he began to shuffle toward the edge of the seat. Raising with you in his arms, he walked a path he was familiar with, your lips beginning to trace his cheekbone the way his thumb had yours moments prior, when a sudden thought crossed your mind. You gasped, sitting up stock straight and Azriel paused at the base of the stairs, brows raising, half-lidded eyes attempting to focus at your reaction. “What is it, my love?”

“We.. we have to go and tell Nesta and Feyre we worked things out.” Azriel stared for a moment, before a blinding grin was splitting across his face. It was more than a smile, it was amused and cheeky and youthful in a way he rarely showed, only in moments like this where the two of you were truly alone, when he let himself be vulnerable. A deep chuckle followed, before he was moving again, climbing the stairs with you in his arms, smile becoming a smirk.

“So you’re the reason my brothers are in such trouble, huh?” He leaned down, nipping at the shell of your ear as he backed his way into your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind himself. Dropping you down onto the bed, enough to be able to crawl toward you as you backed up into the pillows, he didn’t let up with the wicked stare. “Let it be, we can tell them tomorrow. Consider tonight a punishment for complaining.”

“Were you not technically part of that conversation, Az? Should you not also be punished?” Your words held no threat, and he knew it too, because he only dipped his head down once he was supporting himself above you. His lips dragged over your skin, up from your chin to the shell of your ear, only to whisper;

“Oh, I think I've been punished enough for tonight. I can come up with some much more fun things for us to do..”

#azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel/reader #azriel/you #acotar x reader #acotar x you #acotar/reader #acotar/you

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charlesslut16 · 1 year

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Hi, i love your writing, could you write something about jealous and angry sex with Charles? 💋

-new guy friend-

summary : you and charles were at a beach party and a guy flirted with you...

PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : +18, smut, NSFW, dirty talk, fingering, p in v, badly translated french, curse words, public sex, jealous!charles, unprotected sex (be safe!)

note : i hope you like it! I'm watching f1 so i hope there will be no mistakes. Love you.

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You and charles were at a beach party, as he had some time of Formula One. Your friends were inside, while you were outside on the beach, enjoying your time alone together.

Before you went outside, charles played beer pong with his friends, while you were with Pierre, who introduced you to your new friend, René. You talked until charles came to you and you went outside.

The night air was cold and breezed through your whole body, you felt so relaxed as you sat between charles legs in the sandy wind, enjoying yourselves. He stroked your skin with his long fingers, the chill causing undeniable goosebumps.

You tried to ignore them as you nodded your head along encouragingly to your new friend's words, René's big hand came to your forearm as he spoke excitedly.

Usually this wouldn't have bothered charles, being more chill himself. But it was clear that this 'new friend of you' didn't give a single shit about your boundaries.

This new guy's hand kept finding you, grabbing you, tugging at you or making you laugh. And it drove charles mad. You were his girlfriend, you were here with him, and you would go home with him.

Charles couldn't help but glare at him. René didn't even notice, though. He only kept his eyes on you, which pushed Charles to being even more fucking bothered.

Charles' fingers grabbed at your thighs, and you brushed him off with a yelp. Your beautiful voice echoed in his mind. But you continued to give all your attention to whatever the jerk was saying.

"Ma cherie" Charles said in your ear. You knew that tone. He was warning you. But you continued trying to give your attention to René, and Charles squeezed you tight to make his warning clear.

"Ne devrions-nous pas y aller maintenant?" Shouldn't we go now?

You and charles had rented a beach house just blocks away from the beach, the place comfortable and cozy. You wondered if he wanted to head home already because of the cold, breezy beach air.

"Already?" you asked, voice smooth. "Aren't you having fun? Rene was just telling us- "

"Yes already." He said annoyed, his voice husky.

"Venir." He commanded softly, standing up. Come

"Sorry, mate, but me and y/n are heading home now." He simply stated towards the man in front of him, Rene's lip pulled down into a frown as he nodded his head.

"Okay." He cleared his throat and added. "Nice meeting you guys."

Charles guided you upwards, his hand in yours as you rose to your feet. He finally met your eyes and didn't look all too pleased. You two walk hand in hand in silence towards the beach house, the only sound that filled your ears was the crash of waves.

"So-"

"Don't" Charles cut in. He didn't say it harshly, though, but there was a slight bite in his tone. Implying that he wasn't all too happy. He took a deep breath before glancing over at you.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"What do you mean, baby?" The innocence in our eyes made charles scoff, he squeezed your hand in his and pulled you up to the porch of your rented beach house.

"Don't play dumb with me." He led you towards the front door, but didn't stop to get his keys out of his jeans pocket. Instead, he backed you into the wall, his hands going to your hips.

"I don't usually get..." he sighed out, "Jealous." He lowered his eyes, he didn't want you to see the anger and disappointment in them.

"What? You had absolutely nothing to worry about."

"Oh?" Charles eyes twinkled with amusement, "You think I was worried? No. I didn't like him touching you. It fucking pisses me off. " He admitted, his voice raspy.

"Mais je n’étais pas inquiet. Il ne pourrait jamais te toucher comme je le fais. Le seul homme qui peut te toucher, c’est moi. Droite?" He squeezed your hips. But I wasn't worried. He could never touch you the way I do. The only man who can touch you is me. Right?

"Charles..." You breathed out, his name tasted so good on your tongue. "Montre-moi comment tu me touches alors." Show me how you touch me then.

Charles's head fell down to your shoulders as he chuckled, his hands brought your hips in closer to his. You could still hear the waves in the background along with his breathing.

"Vous toucher?" charles asked, one of his fingers slid down to the waistband of your red mini skirt, he peeled is back and then let go, slapped the material against your skin. Touch you?

"Et comment devrais-je vous toucher?" He didn't lift his head, his words fell against the skin of your shoulder. "Si vous méritez même d'être touchée." And how should I touch you? If you even deserve to be touched.

You slowly closed your eyes and tilted your head back as you felt Charles's big hand dip beneath your red mini skirt, his long fingers brushed against you so lightly.

"Baby..." you breathed out, "Only you can touch me like this."

"That's right." Charles said, lifted his head to take a look at you. Your head leaned against the wall, exposing your neck to him. He surged forward and kissed the expanse of your throat, you moaned, as you felt his lips suck on you.

"Tous les miens" He said quietly. "This is mine too." His fingers slide between your wet folds. "D’accord, princesse?" All mine. Right, princess?

"Yes, Charles." you choked on your own words, as you felt his index finger play at your hole, teasing you so suddenly.

"Je détestais qu’il te touche. Je détestais la façon dont vous riez de ses blagues stupides. Et je détestais la façon dont il touchait ce qui m’appartenait." Charles's lip traveled all across your neck and collarbone. I hated that he touched you. I hated how you laughed at his stupid jokes. And I hated how he touched what is mine.

"Dis-moi que tu n’appartiens qu’à moi. Dites-moi que vous ne répondez qu’à mon contact. Et dis-moi que tu ne seras jamais que mien." He suddenly demanded. Tell me you only belong to me. Tell me that you only respond to my touch. And tell me that you will only ever be mine.

"Oh baby." You opened your eyes, but they rolled back, as he started pushing his fingers inside. "Oui...", you moan. "Qui." I do... I do.

"You will only cum around my fingers, won't you? You will only ever cum on my cock, won't you?" He said, his tongue licked a strip up to your ear.

"You'd only moan for me?"

"Qui, charles." You clenched hard around his fingers, as he started thrusting them deep into you, his long fingers, brushed against your special spot, that always got you to cum.

"Dis que tu es tout à moi, princesse." Say you're all mine, princess.

You bit back a loud moan, realized that you were outside and people were still walking around. "Je suis tout à toi." You tried to whisper. "All yours." I'm all yours. Bien à vous

"No." Charles halted his fingers, which made you groan out loudly. "Say it loudly."

You gulped, when your eyes met his, his gaze intensified, as he stared at you harshly. You moved your hips forward for some friction, but he stopped you from moving.

"Say you're mine." He repeated. You could hear the slight anger in his voice, you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Je suis tout à toi." You said with a grin. "Tous les vôtres alors s’il vous plaît" You moved your hips desperately. All yours, so please...

"Brave fille" He managed to say between a few rough breaths. A third finger got added, as he began fucking you with them again. Your knees giving out on you, as you started to feel your orgasm approaching again. Good girl.

You started to whimper, when he leaned forward and nibbled on your neck, his hands never quit. You felt the intense, wild, euphoric feeling of coming all around your jealous boyfriend's fingers.

"Only I can do this for you. I'm the only one who can make you come like this."

Then you fell into his arms, breathed out roughly, when he stroked your hair back. He then picked you up bridal style, took his keys out of his pockets, opened the door and walked into the beach house.

He then went into your shared bedroom, laid you on the bed and took off your shoes. You sat up straight, lust still in your eyes, as you waited for charles to come back, as he went out of the room.

"Ready for your second orgasm tonight?"

You only nodded as an answer, Charles came to the bed, while taking off his clothes until he stood in front of you, naked. He crawled on the bed and started taking your clothes off too.

In order not to talk about it, Charles pulled you down a little and pushed his cock in your pussy. You let out a loud moan, as you felt his big cock deep inside your pussy.

He started to ram his cock into you with a hard and steady pace. He was furious, but now he could release all his pent-up anger on you.

"Rappelez-vous que je suis la seule à pouvoir vous baiser et vous faire jouir." Charles said, with a look that told you, that he fully meant it. Remember, that I'm the only one who can fuck you and make you cum.

As you felt your orgasm approaching, you signaled it to charles, who increased his pace in fucking you. And a minute later, you came with a loud moan. Soon after, Charles came deep inside your pussy.

"This is how it is supposed to be you are under me, me fucking you. You understand? You're all mine, and if I ever see you talk to this guy, you will face the consequences."

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miintsprigz · 9 months

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Hello! I loved your mercs x artist reader! I ran into it when I started a Spy art piece a few days prior. (Spooky!) I wanted to request something! Headcanons about a (g/n) reader fear-punching the mercs out of instinct. Like, what if scout just jumped out at the reader and the reader fucking DECKS him on accident. Preferably all mercs, but if that's too much, then just Scout, Spy, and Medic. Obv feel free to ignore, but thank you for your other written pieces!

Oooh, y’all have such good requests!!!

I’ll be honest, I’m pretty sleepy right now, but Scout, Spy, and Medic are some of my favorite mercs to write for, so I can definitely write those three.

May make a part two with the others when I have a bit more energy!

I hope you enjoy, dear Anon ^^

Characters used: Scout, Spy, Medic (TF2)

Warnings: Bit of blood, stuff relating to anxiety.

Scout:

Finally, the weekend was here. It had not been a good week for you in the slightest, and you were glad that it was done. You could unwind and take it easy now.

Kicking your shoes off as you entered, you closed the door, only to be greeted with a sudden blast of noise.

“Boo!”

Without even thinking, your hand curled into a fist, shot out and struck the figure square in the jaw. About a second later, you recognized the voice as belonging to the Scout.

“Ow!!! What the—?!” He groaned in pain, rubbing the side of his face.

“O-oh my gosh, Scout…I, I’m so sorry…”

He curled his lips inward for a second, biting them. Jeremy wasn’t mad at you—truly, he wasn’t, although it hurt crazy bad.

His first reflex when punched was to punch back…but he wasn’t going to punch you. Never you. So he had to freeze for a second, taking a deep breath, rolling his head to the side.

You kept apologizing, hands starting to shake a bit. Quickly, gently, he reached up and took ahold of one of them, gently squeezing his fingers around the back of it, tapping them almost rhythmically against your skin.

A small smile made its way to his face, shaking his head slightly.

“…ya know, if I was just getting back here, and someone jumped out at me…I think I’d slug ‘em too. You’re okay, (Y/N)… I’m sorry I scared ya.”

You wanted to cry for a second, and he could tell. Pulling you in quick, he brought his other arm up to hug you quickly.

“You okay?”

“I-I’ll be fine, just gotta breathe…did I hurt you too bad—”

“Been hit way worse than that, doll. Ya do got a mean right hook on ya though.”

You laughed, and that helped to catch your breath.

“Let me get you some ice…”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine, I’m tough…” Reaching up to gingerly touch the spot he’d been struck resulted in a wince though.

You jerked your head towards the kitchen. “C’mon.”

“Arright, if it makes ya feel better…”

“Oh shush.”

A quiet laugh cued you in that he’d be just fine after some ice.

He was noticeably careful with you as the day went on. You could tell he felt bad, but you’d said it was okay…and if he could take anyone at their word, it was you.

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Medic:

Good word, you hadn’t been sent through respawn, but with how much your head hurt, you were starting to think that might have been a better deal than what you got.

Immediately, you sought out the Medic. If anyone could help you recover, it was him, of course.

You figured you’d just wait outside his office until he came back…not realizing he was already there. Hearing you outside, the doctor slowly, silently opened the door, and went to tap you on the shoulder.

Obviously, you hadn’t expected to see anyone, let alone feel a hand on you, and the pain had you on autopilot, so you spun around and—

“Ach!”

“Medic??? Crap—you scared me, I didn’t mean—I’m sorry, I—I just need—it hurts so bad—!”

Great. So now you were in pain after a long day, and you’d (accidentally) clobbered the only guy who could fix it! This was one of those “last straw” moments though, and Medic could tell.

“Oh (Y/N), no need to explain! Take a breath for a moment, bitte (please)! I promise I am fine…oh no…”

You tried to breathe, but it caught in your throat. His eyes were locked onto you, gently grasping your shoulders. Tears had threatened to spill down your face, and this got them falling. You sniffled, trying to keep composed.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“There there, come, walk with me…”

The two hands on your shoulders became one hand gently grasping yours, leading you to a cot in his office to take a seat.

“Where is the pain? Point. I will fix it.”

Somehow, the compassion and somewhat surprising gentleness only made you cry more, but you pointed to your head.

“Ooh, ja, after what I saw you put through today, I’m not surprised—my head would hurt, too.”

Before you knew it, a light flickered on above you, and as the machinery whirred, your pain waned and disappeared entirely.

“There! Good as new.”

Your voice broke when you tried to speak. “Doc…”

“What is it? Does it still hurt? That shouldn’t be…”

He leaned down a bit so that he was on eye level with you. You shook your head.

“I punched you…I didn’t mean to punch you, I didn’t even want to, I…I’m so sorry…”

You knew you’d calm down in a minute, but right now you couldn’t help yourself, and it seemed like he understood that. Before you knew it, he’d hugged you tightly, holding you close to his chest. Tousling your hair lightly with one hand, he shushed you softly.

“Shh shh shh…it’s alright, Liebling, I know reflexes when I see them. I shouldn’t have done that—I’ll tell you that it’s me next time, that’s all! If I can patch you up, I can do the same to myself, so…it’ll be like it didn’t even happen!”

You laughed a bit, and felt him rest his chin against the top of your head before both of you pulled apart.

Once again, his hand grasped yours, and he quickly took your other one too.

“Feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah…thanks, Medic. I appreciate it.”

“Of course, (Y/N). Of course.”

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Spy

Being a close companion of the silent killer, it only made sense that he’d scare you by mistake at some point. Without even meaning to.

You’d even imagined the scenario in your head. And yet. When it actually happened, you still weren’t ready.

Waking up after a series of weird dreams, you went to head downstairs to grab some water and hopefully head back to bed.

Standing there, with the only real light source being the tiny bulb in the back of the fridge, you grabbed a cup and filled it up, not even bothering to sit down to drink it.

Feeling someone brush against your shoulder, you flinched hard and felt your fist go up of its own accord.

It made contact, with a yelp following it.

“Ah!”

“…Spy? Oh no…”

The Spy held one hand over his nose, groaning quietly.

“Hello, (Y/N). You’re up rather early.”

“I’m so sorry, you scared me—”

There was a brief flash of realization over his eyes, and you recognized a bit of shame.

“…you know what, fair enough. I did not think that through.”

Pulling his hand back revealed that he was bleeding quite a bit. “…well, that’s not good. Excuse me.”

Spy was so…matter of fact, about this? It almost put you at ease, but not quite enough. You followed him as he briskly walked to the bathroom, having to scramble along a bit to keep up with him.

“Did I break it?”

“No, I don’t believe so. Breaks hurt much more than this.”

It wasn’t too surprising to hear that someone who was basically a secret agent had broken his nose before.

He looked over at you with confusion flitting across his face, having finally cleaned up most of the blood. Brows furrowed together, he sounded truly puzzled.

“…(Y/N), you didn’t strike me as being afraid of blood.”

“I-I’m not!” You didn’t like how sharply your voice came out, but you couldn’t seem to change it much.

“Well, what’s the matter then? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Spy, I…I punched you. I hurt you.”

“Hmm, debatable really. Punched me, yes. Hurt me? Only for a moment. The bleeding is already stopping.”

You looked at him, bewildered, and felt your face quickly heating up. His expression softened, sighing quietly as the slightest trace of a smile came to his face.

“…Mon coeur (my heart), I’m alright. Please, don’t get yourself upset over it.”

Without thinking about it, you stumbled forward slightly and hugged him. He stepped back a bit at first, surprised, but quickly followed suit, stroking your hair.

“Takes a lot more than that to hurt me. Besides, I took you completely off-guard. I’d argue you just demonstrated sharp reflexes.”

Once Spy pulled back, you realized he was still in that suit.

“Well, at least there’s no blood on your suit.”

With a chuckle, he smirked at you. “Yes, good point.”

“…Why are you fully dressed at this hour anyway? Do you sleep in it?”

Spy rolled his eyes at you. “Absolutely not. I just got back. Late night mission, you see.”

“Ohhhh…”

Leaning against the bathroom counter, a playful tone warmed his voice. “If it will set you at ease, I can regale you with the tale…”

Yes, Spy loved to talk about himself, but this genuinely did seem like it was an attempt to help you calm down. Eagerly, you scrambled to sit on the edge of the tub, playfully resting your chin in your hands as if ready to hang onto every word.

With a snort, he shook his head. “I don’t think this would be a good place for it.”

“Oh!”

Quickly, you got to your feet again, and he bit back a grin as he slipped his arm around your shoulders, heading over to his smoking room.

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darkpuppysuit · 26 days

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Happiness Pt.2

Hybrid!BTSxHybrid!Reader

Words: 7k

WARNINGS: Heavy sexual depictions, mentions of hybrid abuse, fluff, smut, MxM, predator/prey dynamics, a/b/o dynamics, corse language (cursing duh), hybrid ruts. (Might have missed something lmk)

It's been a few days since the sugar glider had been staying with the seven of them and they've fallen into some type of rhythm which consists of Y/n sticking to either Jungkook or Jimin like super glue including Jin when he was home.

She felt safer with them to say the least, the others scared her to death, she's always been afraid that one of them will eventually snap if she did the tiniest thing wrong so she followed the other two and occasionally Seokjin when she would watch him cook or during the week when he would come home from work, she always followed him around like a lost puppy and Seokjin didn't mind at all.

That is until tonight when he was in the kitchen cooking.

He was minding his own business spinning around the kitchen so much she thought his head was going to whirl around and right off his shoulders but once he stood at the stove and stayed stationary for a moment Y/n came up behind him to watch him like she normally would and that's when it all happened, so quickly in fact, Y/n barely had time to collect herself when Seokjin spilled the pan with popping hot oil as he spun around on his heels, all over the front of her causing her to let out a hiss of pain and Seokjin to scream almost bloody fucking murder.

"Oh shit, fuck fuck fuck! Y/n baby I am so sorry damn it!" Seokjin quickly puts the pan into the sink and makes his way back to the glider hybrid with haste. "What happened!?" Namjoon came running from the patio through the living room and around the kitchen island to his mate, rubbing his hands up and down his arms when Seokjin smacks his hands away to assess Y/n's injuries he had caused.

"She was behind me, I didn't even notice her, she's so quiet. Fuck baby your legs are red and welts are forming already." He kneels down to get a better look before he glances up between the two hybrids staring at each other.

Y/n is frozen like a statue with round eyes only wincing a few times to somewhat acknowledge the fact she has first degree burns running down the front of her legs meanwhile Namjoon looks almost, just as startled the only difference was his dragon-like eyes were squinting at her and that intimidated the poor sugar glider.

It wasn't that she didn't like Namjoon, he was very handsome and very tall, she was ninety percent sure she could climb him like a tree if she wanted to and she did have that urge, but the only thing stopping her was the obvious fact that he's a predator and she's prey.

Namjoon thought they had gotten past the awkward staring during dinner last night when he had fed her some meat off his plate and she actually smiled at him but apparently they hadn't.

Every muscle in her body was screaming at her to run and hide, to get away but she couldn't bring herself to move and every time her muscles would jerk to make a mad dash for the open door just on the other side of the living room the burns on her legs would keep her from using them.

"Y/n come with me, we need to get your legs under some luke warm water before they get worse." Seokjins words snap Namjoon out of the staring contest with the glider and she quickly looks down at the human currently positioned on his knees in front of her and she becomes shy, a cute shade of pink dusting her freckled face down her neck, nodding her head in response when Seokjin stands up giving her a kind hearted smile laying his hands on her shoulders gently turning her around when the full reality of the burns hits her like a freight train and she goes down to her knees which only made the pain worse and she starts crying as she tries to stand up again. "Fuck I didn't think it was that bad. Joon help me, I'll get her left, you get her right."

Namjoon hesitates, he's supposed to make sure she's safe with them, with him he's pack alpha after all and that was his duty as the alpha but because of his apex predator wolf she's scared to death of him. Hell, she can't even look him in the eye without flinching like he was going to beat the crap out of her, he just wish he knew why or rather who made her fear hybrids like him.

"Namjoon!" Seokjin snaps at the wolf hybrid and he looks at him motioning to the other side of her kneeling figure with his head and he clumsily makes his way to her tripping over his own feet before grabbing her by the arm to help her stand up but when she doesn't make it very far he just decides to do what he does best, be an alpha she can trust even if that meant waiting months or even years for Y/n to fully trust him.

He picks her up bridal style trying his best to keep her burns from touching anything until she was under water. She let out a small yelp wrapping her arms around Namjoons neck holding on for dear life when their eyes meet once again and she can feel something tugging at her heart and so can he.

This magnetic pull scared the shit out of her, it's not like she knew what it was that was telling her to trust the wolf hybrid but she kept pushing that feeling down hoping it would go away. Namjoon breaks eye contact once again moving forward up to the big bathtub in their master bathroom.

Seokjin starts the water as the wolf squats down setting her into the half filled tub, she shivers at the luke warm water around her but her legs thank her, the sting slowly leaving them as she sits there with her head against the cool tile behind her head, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Do you think she'll be okay? Actually, could you stay with her for a moment?" Seokjin looks at the hybrid next to him, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Uh, y-yeah." Y/n swiftly pulls Seokjin by his pant leg looking up at him with pleading eyes like, please don't leave me with him he might eat me while you're gone, even if that were true Y/n and Namjoon had complete polar opposite ideas when it came to eating her. Seokjin looks down at her small hand that has crumpled his sweatpants into her fist.

"I promise I'll be right back Y/n. Namjoon is a good alpha he'll take good care of you until I get back." She tugs on him again shaking her head almost crying. "Bunny." She squeaks, tears threatening to fall. Seokjin looks between her and Namjoon before locking eyes with her once more. "Bun is asleep in his room he's not feeling too good. I think his rut is about to start, it's best not to disturb him sugar." She shies away her cheeks turning a rosey red color, Y/n hasn't had her heat for so long she's pretty sure her previous owner broke her more than she had previously thought.

"Go Jinnie, I'm ninety percent sure dinner is burning by now." Namjoon speaks calmly fluffing out his scent of cedar and chocolate creme which was a weird combination for a wolf hybrid but it was his, unique to him. Seokjin's eyes widen when he hears Yoongi shouting from downstairs and he sprints out of the bathroom to meet the panther hybrid in the kitchen who's trying his best to save dinner on the stove.

The bathroom remains silent, Y/n sits at the edge of the tub facing Namjoon because if he was going to attack her she wanted to see it head on so she could try to defend herself, even though there wasn't much she could do anyway. All he had to do was use his alpha tone and she would immediately comply, even if they weren't the same species it didn't matter an alpha's an alpha.

"Y/n, can I ask you a question?" Namjoon's the first to break the weird silence with the soft timbre of his voice that makes the glider hybrid jump a little, snapping back to reality she looks up at him timidly nodding her head. It's silent for another moment as Namjoon considers his next words carefully.

"Did I do something- these last few days that you didn't like?" Namjoons question is simple and to the point, Y/n looks down picking at her hands thinking about Namjoon. Honestly he didn't do anything to her he's been nothing but sweet and kind to her, he's even gotten her to smile a few times with how much he reminds her of the little girl she used to have. "I can't fix it if you don't tell me pup."

The nickname comes out naturally, so naturally in fact, it takes him a moment to realize he's purring and fluffing his scent more in an attempt to calm her to get the glider to talk to him, he shouldn't use it like this but he worries for her like he does for his mates.

Y/n opens and closes her mouth a few times before Namjoon hears her precious voice for the first time which causes his heart to flutter at the small sound. "Y-you didn't do anything I just- I've never- been around many predators- before."

And before she knew it she spilled her life story.

So that's the issue or, well, more like issues he thought to himself, his heart strings began to pull at him begging him to do something but he doesn't want to scare her off since this is the first time she's actually talking to him and not completely dodging his advances. "Oh I get it, I mean I don't but, I can understand where you're coming from." The wolf chuckles with a smile gracing his lips his dimples on full display, chastising himself because he was born in a shelter and stayed there for a good portion of his life before Seokjin came walking into the shelter he was at and found him tucked in a corner by himself reading a rather thick book and practically begged the shelter employee who was in charge of the legalities of adoption to take him home the same day. Y/n doesn't realize she's staring yet but how could she not? His smile was like a breath of fresh air, it's unique to him which made it all the more precious to her.

Y/n reaches out to Namjoon, grasping his hand gently, causing him to actually jump a little. "You know when your mate found me, I thought he was another human who was going to use me. I know that isn't true because he's been doing his best to take care of me and-" Y/n's explanation was cut off by the bathroom door swinging open rather forcefully and she's quick to let go of Namjoons hand, sitting back in the tub. A pair of bunny ears peak through the crack of the door first followed by Jungkook and his worried expression. "Y/n, I heard what happened." He begins finally stepping into the large bathroom. "Are you alright? Jin hyung said you could barely walk-"

Y/n is the one to cut him off even though Namjoon was about to speak for her. "I'm fine, I promise." Her voice still quiet and small making Jungkooks eyes light up and his smile grow, his brown eyes start to blow out. "Your voice is so pretty sugar, please talk more." He says the beginning drips of desire rolling off his tongue, Namjoon looks at the bunny hybrids eyes as he stares Y/n down, they're blown out almost completely and his ears are standing at attention, the wolf hybrid quickly puts a hand on Jungkooks chest to keep him from coming any closer to her. "I brought you some dry clothes to change into." She nods her head and says a brief thank you, Namjoon looks at her over his shoulder with a soft smile which she returns before the two of them leave the bathroom and out into the hallway.

The next day while Seokjin is at work he receives a call from a Mr. Lee in his office, a private call his assistant said was urgent. "Hello this is Kim Seokjin of Yang Law Firm what can I do for you?" His tone is calm and collected, quiet professional. "Hi this is Lee Sujin the rightful owner of that- hybrid you took from me. My wife is worried about her and would like to have her home if you would be so kind." Seokjin couldn't believe what he was hearing not only had the person he and his six mates never wanted to see or hear from was on the phone but the fact that he was using his wife who was just as guilty as he was as a means to take Y/n away from them so soon made his blood boil.

"I don't think that's quite possible Mr. Lee because she has taken a liking to myself and a few of my mates so, if you would be so kind and get off the phone." His voice was laced with pure spite mocking the scums previous words, who was he to call and just casually demand for the obviously abused sugar glider back like this? Not to mention they all knew Lee was the one causing the abuse and if Taehyung had his way the poor bastard would be dead within the week. "I don't think you quite understand Mr. Kim by all legal rights she belongs to us, to me. So unless you want a lawsuit on your hands I suggest you bring her home." He growls into the receiver causing Seokjin to grit his teeth and slam the phone back onto the holder.

Back at home things weren't as tense as they were yesterday, Y/n is warming up to Namjoon rather quickly after their little talk, currently curled next to him on the living room couch with her legs draped over his thighs and her head on his shoulder lightly snoring with his arm around her knees gently rubbing her outer calf, his head on top of hers, nearly asleep himself.

Meanwhile Jimin is locked in behind her, his chest against her back, his arms and tail wrapped around her middle protectively, Taehyung is currently in Jungkooks bedroom making so many unholy noises, Yoongi is pretty sure the room is going to be completely trashed and sticky in places it shouldn't be sticky in the first place when the bunny hybrids rut is finished and Hoseok is making sandwiches for lunch in the kitchen with the panther hybrid attached to his back the entire time giving him tiny kitten licks and kisses against his neck on occasion.

The door to Jungkooks room opens with a creak and the thick scent of sex wafts through the house causing everyone's heads to turn on a swivel except for Y/n whose nose is (hopefully) tucked safely into Namjoon's scent gland at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Taehyung walks out unceremoniously in a pair of Jungkooks basketball shorts with his skin covered in dark purple love bites, some almost comically large and the little ones looked like tiny pin pricks, his mating marks standing out including some rather red and bloody scratch marks on his back and chest, looking a "little" worse for wear.

"He keeps asking for Y/n- I managed to convince him to take Jimin for now at least until Jin gets home." He takes a deep breath as he makes his way to the landing of the stairs. "Tag you're it panda but be careful he- he's on one this go around." The red panda hybrid's ears perk up and his arousal is evident not only by his scent but the growing tent in his pants. "I guess I better get in there then, I seriously pray to any god that will listen, he doesn't break me, couldn't walk correctly for a week last time."

Namjoon nods at him pulling the glider hybrid a little closer to him fluffing his scent, while rubbing his cheek against the top of her head and she surprisingly shifts into his lap encasing his torso with her free arm while the other looped around his back when Hoseok hands him a big plate with four sandwiches chips and a few other food items on it. "You're gonna need this." He smirks ruffling Jimin's hair and up the stairs he went with the plate of food of course, letting out a shrill yelp when he's yoinked into the bedroom and the door is slammed shut.

Taehyung takes Jimins place behind Y/n rubbing his nose on the nape of her neck soothingly when she starts to shift again her eyes flutter open and her vision is met by the sight of Namjoons puffy scent gland, pressing her nose against it causing a warm rumble to vibrate from the wolf's chest. "Barely been here a week and kit's already acting so bold fucking with Joon's wolf like that." Yoongi's low tone causes Y/n to pause for a moment only now realizing what she was doing. "S-sorry, senses lil' overloaded."

Her sentence, if you could call it that, is broken because she's slowly losing herself to subspace better known as omega space due to the sheer amount of calming alpha scents swirling around her but she's doing her best to not go into a full omega drop cause once she's there it'll be hard to get herself out. "She's so adorable when she's spacing in and out like this, what changed between you two for her to be so pliant Joon?" Taehyung ghosts his long fingertips over the bare skin of her forearm causing the glider hybrid to shiver under his touch, still coming down from his own overflowing instinct to breed from not even five minutes ago.

"We talked for a little while when she got burned last night and when I woke up this morning she was wedged against me and Kookie." His ears twitch and swivel when she starts nudging at his scent gland again, repositioning herself on his lap to get a better angle absentmindedly rubbing against his groin, his eyes roll back drifting closed as she paws at the expanse of his chest with her fingernails.

Taehyung who's perched directly behind her after just coming out of Jungkook's room, makes all of her senses go haywire and her coherent thinking taking a nosedive out the nearest window, all of this was far too quick, Y/n thought, she's only been here a week barely and she's already damn near putty in their hands, they're predators for fuck sake, what is she thinking?

The answer to her own question was absolutely nothing she had fallen into an omega drop something she was trying to avoid but with four alpha hybrids, one of which that just came out of a room with a rutting bunny hybrid (fucking like rabbits), every inch of him covered in the most intoxicating scent of sex and Jungkooks sweet aroma of marshmallows and crisp apple pie mixing in with his own scent of tea leaves and fresh coffee causing Y/n to reach around her back and pull the tiger hybrid closer by digging her nails into his bare slightly bruised ribcage, leaning against his firm chest wanting to smell like all of them, predators be damned.

"Awe, look at her, she's playing with fire with those two." Hoseok chuckles as he looks at the scene unfolding in front of him, a low thunder like purr erupting from his chest when the fragrance of collective arousal hits his nose like a truck going ninety to nothing down the highway. "N-nest- cuddle- p-puddle." The four alpha hybrids look at her, staring almost like did they hear her right? Y/n wants to build a nest? She wants the four predators in the nest with her?

They've never entirely dealt with an omega hybrid, there was Jin who acted more like an omega given his kind and caring mother-like nature but he's human soft and a little more delicate than the rest of them, even Jungkook was rough and that's saying a lot given his soft and sweet bunny counterpart. Yoongi makes a mental note to stop by the omega section at the hybrid outlet with her the next chance he got.

"We can do that pup, you have to get off of me though." Namjoon purrs his eyes damn near blown out as Taehyung wraps his striped tail around her arm, his hands slithering around her middle letting out a rumbling chuff from his chest up his throat, more than willing to go for another round or two if the chance presented itself.

Y/n doesn't budge from her position on the couch tucked between Taehyung and Namjoon as Hoseok and Yoongi come to try and collect her, fluffing their own unique scents adding sharp mint, whiskey, sage and rosemary to the mix. "Come on kitten let him go, come with alpha I'll make sure you get to the bed in one piece."

After a moment of Y/n whining and tugging on Namjoons shirt she finally lets go and Yoongi helps the wolf transfer her into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips, her arms around his shoulders, head nuzzled into the crook of his neck nudging at his scent gland like she did with Namjoon, trying to get him to fluff his minty fresh whiskey out again causing the panther hybrid to damn near drop her, clasping his hands under her thick thighs giving her ass a crisp smack before fluffing his scent again almost drowning her in it. Oh how she loved his scent almost as much as Jungkooks it caused her head to spin and her arousal to become heavier, her blown out pale blue eyes resembling that of her sugar glider, big and damn near black.

Y/n comes to reality just enough to shakily stand on her own two feet as the others grab every blanket and pillow they could find, even going as far as sauntering to their individual rooms for hoodies and any other article of clothing they thought she'd like to snuggle with.

Once everything was haphazardly set onto the bed Y/n turns to the four of them making a get out motion with her hands. "Shoo alphas." They blink at her a couple times not quite understanding why she was kicking them out before she has to collect them one by one and shove them out the door. "Stay." Is the last word she utters before closing the door in their confused faces.

Y/n is happy the one thing she knew how to do and make really well was a nest at least that was one thing her owner hadn't taken away from her. Her stomach was doing flips almost lurching into her throat as she thought to herself. Will they like it? Will it be up to their standards? Maybe she shouldn't make a nest but her omega is begging her to make one so she could sleep comfortably, with the alphas on the other side of the bedroom door hopefully still waiting for her to finish.

Y/n shakes her negative thoughts from her head as she starts building, starting with the mountain of pillows they collected, setting them neatly onto the large bed in a big circle so all five of them could fit without fucking it up. She grabs the big, heavy duvet into her hands inhaling the keen aroma of mint and whiskey laying it down over the pillows as a base throwing a few other blankets over it to make her nest a little softer, the copious amount of clothing they had brought in is tossed then spread out right in the middle, she has to hold herself back from jumping right into her nest before showing it off to the four men standing in the hallway.

"Come!" It wasn't really a demand especially with how high her voice was but without missing a beat Namjoon opens the door closely followed by the other three and when they make it around the bend where the bed sat Y/n has her hands outstretched towards the new nest with a wide smile on her face like she just won first place in a race or something. She preens when she notices the surprised looks on their handsome faces, they never had a nest to curl into much less something made by the one who was a true minx able to flip a switch like she wasn't just making them as horny like a bunch of preteens just a few minutes ago.

"Cuddle, yes?" She asks with a pout looking between the four of them, eventually setting her sights on both the coyote and panther hybrid with a smile grabbing their wrists to follow her to the side of the bed, taking her shirt off leaving her in sweatpants and a sports bra that held her heavy breasts practically inviting the two hybrids to look down, Hoseok is shamelessly staring right at them earning a slap to the back of the head by Yoongi.

"Alpha be nice!" Y/n's smile fades into a pout crossing her arms, her ears twitching in adorable pretend anger, even stomping her little feet. "Yeah alpha be nice." Hoseok repeats sticking his tongue out at the panther causing him to grit his teeth with a you're on thin fucking ice glare. If looks could kill Hoseok was one-hundred and ten percent sure he'd be six feet under and then some.

Y/n practically rolls into the middle of her masterpiece making double sure to not knock over her carefully built perimeter making little grabby hands for Yoongi and Hoseok to join her in the nest. Hoseok is the first to move and he does so quickly joining Y/n, playfully rolling over her with a laugh and a blinding smile once on her opposite side he pushes her over laying her down on her back, wrapping his arms around her middle and underneath her head, circling his ash blonde tail around her thigh, nuzzling his nose against the crook of Y/n's neck causing her to fall back into full omega space once again. Sleepily Yoongi crawls in noticing her eyes are completely blown out and glossed over. He looks at her for a moment, his mate laying behind her with a stupid grin on his face, letting out a small sigh he wraps his arms and tail around her like Hoseok had just a second ago.

Y/n's head pops up from her position on her back, looking at the other two who look dejected and unloved with a smiling face, she points to her legs lazily. "Here, want- all alphas." She stutters the words nearly foreign to all involved, yet they don't hesitate as Taehyung nearly dives underneath the pile of blankets Hoseok had thrown over the three of them once Yoongi was inside the nest and up her legs taking a deep breath underneath the sheets causing his eyes to roll back, his tail to thump the bed and a chuff-like moan slip between his plump lips.

Namjoon clambers in after the tiger hybrid wrapping himself around her thick thighs laying his head on her squishy stomach, giving her thighs a squeeze earning a squeak from the glider hybrid. Once they were all comfortable and they made sure their little one they had decided to call her when she was in this state of mind, had everything she needed or wanted they each gave her a kiss or more somewhere on her from their respective places against her soft and squishy body.

Four hours pass before Seokjin groggily slumps through the front door toeing off his dress shoes and loosening his tie, unbuttoning the top three buttons of his pale pink dress shirt. He hazily walks to the kitchen dropping his things onto the counter carelessly, opening the freezer taking out a small secret bottle of whiskey for emergencies taking a swig, after the day he's had staring at his computer looking up the different hybrid laws and calling every hybrid lawyer he could, trying to find a way he could legally take Y/n away from Sujin permanently. After a few more sips he puts the bottle back in the freezer tucking it behind the frozen waffles and ice cream sandwiches when he realizes his normally chaotic house is almost dead silent.

"Hello? Where is everyone?" He calls out waiting for any form of noise but when he doesn't hear a simple door opening or the shuffle of Jungkooks feet against the floor to come attack him, he starts to freak out a little bit. Making his way up the stairs he stops by each room in search of his mates and Y/n when he opens Jungkooks door though, it was really a sight to behold.

Poor Jimin was naked tied up in ribbons with a ball gag tied around his head and hands secured painfully behind his back, face first in the pillows under him with his hips up and legs spread presenting himself, a ball cage around his cock the tip of it an angry red color from the unbearable neglect, precum leaking from the tip, his soft gagged pleas and whimpers nearly lost between the growling and grunting of the rutting bunny hybrid behind him railing into him without mercy.

"Look Jimin-ah hyungs home, you look so pretty with tears in your eyes. Don't you think Jin hyung?" Jungkook purrs into the red panda's ear as he bottoms out causing him to roll his eyes back moaning loudly. "He looks absolutely beautiful Kookie, be easy though, you damn near broke him last time. I don't need another trip to the hospital cause you couldn't find your sense of self control." Seokjin looks down at his little panda mate, completely at the mercy of Jungkooks kinky mind and unbelievable strength, wondering just how many positions he's had Jimin in already and for how long, completely surprised he hasn't tapped out yet.

Seokjin is too busy staring at the scene before him, biting his bottom lip red, to hear the master bedroom door open and Y/n launching herself at him. "Jinnie you're home!" He turns at the last second barely catching the glider in his arms as she wraps her half naked body around him tumbling through the door and onto the floor.

"I missed you!" She preens barely phased by the two hybrids fucking on the bed just above her head, when she looks up her cheeks begin to burn red hot having only heard them and now she's staring directly at the point where the two are connected squirming against Seokjins hips before completely jumping off of him and back into the bedroom leaving him a little shell shocked. Jin slowly picks himself off of the floor exiting the room closing the door behind him following the glider to find his other four mates and Y/n curled in what he assumes is a nest Y/n had made, happy to see her fear of the predator hybrids has almost disappeared.

Y/n is staring down at her feet like a deer caught in the headlights of a car with Yoongi and Hoseok at either side of her nudging her neck softly, Namjoon and Taehyung laying on her legs rubbing small circles on her sun kissed skin, fluffing their scent so much even he could smell, practically taste, the four fragrances mixed into the air on the back of his tongue.

"What's all this? Wait, is that my pastel sweater under your ass Taehyung?" He points to the small piece of fabric before looking back up taking in the sight before him with a goofy smile on his lips. "Little one wanted to nest so her alphas grabbed what we could for her, we'll need to stop by the store to get some things she might actually like-" Yoongi hums almost sing songy pausing when Seokjin rubs his face hiding behind his hands.

How was he supposed to tell them that she more than likely wouldn't be able to stay with them much longer? That the dirty old twat of an owner threaten to hit him and his family with a lawsuit if he didn't bring her back to him in a timely fashion. Seokjins scent of stale bubblegum and burning vanilla sticks causes Y/n to shift her pale blue doe eyes to him moving over the bed and two large bodies to yank him into the nest.

"Oh shit!" Is the only phrase Seokjin manages to spit out before he's dragged to the center. The glider hybrid practically laying on top of him one leg draped over his, nudging her nose against his neck vigorously, with her ring patterned tail wrapped around his middle and her arms encasing his torso in a tight embrace, the alphas forming a protective circle of love and care around the two of them.

"No sad, only happy." She whispers borderline whimpering in his ear, Seokjin looks down at her locking eyes and for the second time in his life his chest feels whole again, like she was the missing piece to his heart which was thumping rapidly against his ribcage one-hundred percent sure they could hear it as Y/n leaned in closer her eyes flashing between his chocolate orbs and his pink swollen lips from biting them so much.

"C-Can I k-kiss you?" She asks sheepishly catching him off guard a little bit, now it was his turn to look at her with wide eyes. "Wh-what? Say that again." His mind was fogged over with thoughts and stupid ideas on how to keep her by their side that he hardly heard her. "Stupid, nevermind." She curls in on herself a little before Seokjin pulls her head up by his index finger hooked under her chin, completely lost in everything that was her. "Don't be shy baby, it wasn't stupid I just didn't hear you, ask me again you can do it." He urges her to speak again as her round eyes stay locked with his.

"Can I stay here? Don't want to leave." She whines nibbling on his shoulder playfully, hoping for any god that would listen to answer her silent pleas to stay. She's gently pulled into Seokjins warm embrace right on top of him straddling his hips, slithering her arms under his head nuzzling back into his neck. "I'm going to make sure you never have to see that poor excuse of a man ever again darling, just give me some time to figure it all out okay? Until then this is your home." Seokjin places a chaste kiss on her head holding her tighter against him when she lifts her head with tears in her eyes. "Home." She whimpers, eyes still glossed over and a tone of possessiveness laced within her purrs she lets out causing the five of them to look at her curiously. Yoongi was half asleep and so was Taehyung when they were pushed around to make room for their mate in the bed.

When they wake again a few hours later Y/n is nowhere to be found, not in the bathroom or in the walk in closet. They start to freak out, what if she was taken in the early hours of the night? How did they not hear her get up, she was in the middle of the nest last they knew, Seokjin should've at least felt her move, she was laying on top of him after all. Namjoon bolts upright along with Yoongi who rushes out the door and down the stairs to find Y/n standing in the kitchen.

She turns around humming silently to herself as she begins to cut an onion on the built in cutting board not giving the panther hybrid a second glance as she spins back around to the steaks in the cast iron skillet flipping them over shaking her ass to music only she could hear.

"You need a fucking bell woman." Yoongi clutches his chest leaning against the kitchen island as the other three come racing down the stairs, Taehyung damn near tripping over the last step. "A bell sounds wonderful." Y/n chimes in with a smile on her face as she mashes the potatoes and stirs the gravy.

The four hybrids catch their breath for a moment meanwhile Seokjin steps into the kitchen, bumping his hip with Y/n's to let her know he was there. "What's for dinner little dove?" He smiles tying an apron around her back then doing the same with his own apron. "I didn't know how to use the air fryer so I thought next best thing was some type of meat and I saw these sitting at the bottom of the fridge." She says shyly pointing at the steaks in the skillet in front of her. "Then I found the pantry eventually, if it was a snake it would've bitten me, and got out some potatoes and a few cans of mixed vegetables to go with it, the rolls are in the oven, set to warm because they were done faster than I thought they'd be." She mumbles the last half of her sentence, focusing intently on the mashed potatoes so they wouldn't burn.

This is the most any of them have heard her speak coherently since they day she got here and even then it took a day or two for her to open up to any of them, to say anything but a few words here and there. "That sounds really good actually, I'm starving. You can only survive on sandwiches and random snacks for so long." Jimin grumbles ever so slowly limping down the stairs, similar to Taehyung he was only in his pair of shorts skin littered with Jungkooks "little" love bites and drenched in the scent of sex causing Y/n's tail to go ramrod stiff slowly turning around to see just how beat up the poor red panda hybrid is.

"Oh my gods Chimmy! What on earth did that rabbit do to you?" Y/n shouts using the nickname she heard Seokjin call him that first night she came here, causing Seokjin to wince at her sudden change in volume and taking over so she could check Jimin over a few times if need be.

She jogs over to him catching him a little off guard while Jimin rubs his forehead, feeling the start of a headache coming on she grabs his puffy face into her hands moving his head every which way, putting her wrist against his forehead before ushering him over to the couch scenting a pillow with her sweet lavender and calming pine, handing it to him.

"Damn she went into overdrive didn't she?" Taehyung nudges the wolf hybrids shoulder as he watches Y/n take care of their mate like it was second nature. "The moment she turned her nice ass around she jumped right into action without a second thought." Namjoon chuckles walking towards the kitchen only for Seokjin to promptly push him away from the stove to the dinner table to sit and not touch a damn thing.

"Is that enough, are you comfortable? Please- I can go get the hoodie I was wearing if-" Jimin cuts her off with muffled speech she couldn't understand tilting her head to the side, she had covered and wrapped him in all the blankets readily available to her along with the pillow she just scented resting under his head, he wiggles his head out of the pile of blankets covering his plush lips. "N-no I'm fine, I didn't need all of this pampering but, it feels nice thank you Y/n." She preens nodding her head with a smile giving him a peck on the lips without thinking and promptly excusing herself back to the kitchen when Jungkook groggily walks out of his room, the glider paying him no mind as she slaps Seokjins hands away and tells him to go sit down with his mates while she cooks.

The entire dinner was as wild and chaotic as it normally was, although Seokjin was wrapped up in his own train of thought when his phone buzzed, it was a text message from an old co-worker of his who moved to the hybrid division of the law firm.

"Hey it's me I know it's late but I found something in an old hybrid law book. It states that if one or more hybrid(s) are mated to a human or another hybrid then legally no body can split them up. I guess it causes an immense amount of pain for the hybrid(s) involved to the point they'd rather take their own life than to live in agony anymore...."

The text message, more like the entire law book, goes on to explain the rest of it almost verbatim, Seokjin quickly shoves his phone back in his pocket trying to wrap his head at the new information when Y/n the very hybrid plaguing his mind nudges his foot under the table, she would've moved closer to him to comfort him but Jungkook currently had her in a iron grip on his lap while he ate his dinner, refusing to let her go for even a second to do much of anything else. "Are you okay honey?"

She's just full of these little nicknames today isn't she? Seokjin absently thinks to himself before shaking his head, completely coming back to reality. "I'm fine baby really, just a lot going on at work that's all." Seokjin didn't want to worry her about anything not when she's practically part of the family almost.

Giving her a tight lipped smile and a pat on her knee she accepts the half assed answer to go back to eating as Jungkook squeezes her side a couple of times causing her to squeak at his rough touches, her cheeks dusted in a light shade of pink as the others chuckle, deep seated smiles adorning their faces.

Can someone help me make breaks for different paragraphs? I've seen so many pretty ones and have no idea how to make them myself.

Send help.... please

Also if anyone would like to start being tagged in things with multiple chapters please do not be afraid to let me know!

I have DOASM (Dreaming of a Silver Moon) being worked on and edited so far I have five chapters written and being edited so lmk if you want added to the tag list for that one as well, I will make sure to write you tag down so I can add it when I put the first chapter up!

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Hiiii, it's me again, I saw you posted that your request are open, and was thinking if you could write something about Sae and Manager reader please? I really miss himmm, and maybe add to it wherein he gets to spend most of the time with reader making him him all smug towards the other players. That's all thank you!!! I really love all your works ❤️.

🌱🩷: This one was just dusting away in my drafts! Hope u like it!!

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

It felt like a dream to Rin that he didn't hear of or see Sae for 5 months. No mention of him on the news, the other players, or magazines. It was heaven for Rin, but all good things have to end somehow. And today it was the turn for Rin to remember the cruel reality of his brother being in the same facility as him. And, truthfully, it would have been more bearable if Sae minded his business and wasn't hogging all of (Y/n)'s attention right now!

"Rin..." The said boy turned to look at Karasu, who was resting his head on the table, glaring at the older Itoshi's back.

"What?"

"I will be kind enough to warn you now, your brother will be dead meat by the end of his stay here."

"Whose genius idea was it to host Re Al, again? This is hell." Otoya added in, narrowing his eyes as Yukimiya kept quiet. He was pissed just like the other three were, but he needed to keep quiet. He didn't want to have an outburst in front of (Y/n). Speaking of her, where was she? Well, (Y/n) was occupied with catering to Sae and whatever his needs were. The JFA did hold him to a certain standard, so someone making sure his needs were met was expected by the Blue Lock team. But why did (Y/n) have to be that someone?! She was their manager!

"I am tired to this. Can I just go and punch him?" Otoya asked as he looked at Rin for approval.

"Make sure to knock his teeth out." Rin narrowed his eyes as Sae moved closer to the girl, who was busy explaining something to the redhead.

"Don't do that. You will make (Y/n) mad." Karasu groaned, looking away from the scene.

"But-"

"Karasu is right, Otoya. Sae might use that as a way to hog even more time with her." Came Yukimiya's response.

"Sae-san, you really aren't listening, are you?" The group of four turned to look at the said boy and (Y/n), who had an annoyed look on her face.

'Adorable!' Otoya thought.

'Like an angel!'

'Can she look at me like that?! God, please.' Yukimiya and Karasu's thoughts followed after. Rin started blushing himself, not paying attention to Sae moving closer to her to look at some note she made. That was until Sae sent a small glance at Rin, his face decorated with a satisfied smirk.

'Jerk bastard of a brother!! This is war now!'

"(Y/n) this and (Y/n) that. Ahh.... when are Re Al leaving again? Why do I have to cater to Sae-san's every need?" The girl groaned as she held a basked of freshly folded laundry. Not just any laundry, but Sae's. He was training with his team so she had to finish some arrangements for him.

"(Y/n)!! Where were you?! We need your help!" The girl jumped in surprise and turned to look at some of the Blue Lock players running towards her.

"Bachira, Chigiri, Isagi? What did you three need? Also, you have a substitute manager for now?"

"It's hell! (Y/n), we need you back! The manager mixed up my shampoo with Nagi's, now my hair smells like wood." Chigiri whined, hugging the girl tightly around her shoulders. Isagi nodded, chiming in as well.

"And it's boring without you, too. You always make training more fun."

"And you don't mind feeding me. I miss that." Bachir added in as he and Isagi moved closer to her.

"Please come back."

(Y/n) blushed a little and laughed in amusement, trying to get Chigiri's hold off of her.

"You guys are being a little too dramatic. I will be back soon. After all, Re Al won't be staying here for too long."

"I hope so. They got annoying." Isagi rolled his eyes as Chigiri let her go, pouting a little.

'I lied. It's only Sae who is annoying."

"Can't you at least hang out with us now?" They turned their attention to Bachira.

"After all, you aren't doing anything with Sae now."

"Hey, yeah. You can join us now!" Chigiri said with star eyes.

"Sorry, you three. I need to bring Sae-san his laundry."

"What?! He can do it-"

"Ah, (Y/n). There you are. I need your help with something." Isagi got interrupted by Sae's voice echoing down the hallway. (Y/n) immediately looked away from the trio and back at Sae, nodding her head.

"Sure. Sorry, I need to go now." Giving them an apologetic smile, (Y/n) turned and walked to where Sae was. The trio felt deflated for a moment, but their anger ignited as Sae discreetly sent them a satisfied look.

'Sucks to suck.' What what that look read.

'Bastar!!'

'(Y/n) is my manager! Not yours!'

'Stupid Itoshi!!'

"Was it necessary for me to eat with you?" (Y/n) questioned as she took a bite from her salmon. Sae stopped eating for a moment. The boy looked around for a bit, as if in deep thoughts before nodding his head.

"Of course."

Inwardly, (Y/n) groaned as she started eating her food again. It was silent for a bit as she kept on looking at her food, but when she looked up, she felt like screaming in fear.

'Does he hate me or something? The glare is frightening.' (Y/n) thought, looking down at her food again. It was true, Sae was glaring in her direction, but not at her. He was glaring at two peers of his from Re Al, as he did notice them trying to walk up to their table.

'Nobody is interrupting my lunch with her.' The boy thought, sighing in relief as the two teammates finally backed away. Sae returned to eating his food, ignoring the glares he was receiving from the players of the Blue Lock team.

'This isn't fair! I was supposed to eat with her tonight!' Hiori thought. A gloomy aura had surrounded Niko, who was glancing at them from time to time. Barou was the most frustrated of the bunch, nearly breaking his knife in half.

'That reheaded bastard.'

'This is just a slap in the face. I wanted to eat with her. Why him and not me? I have red hair, too... kind of.' Kurona thought, putting his head on the table. Aryu kept on huffing from time to time, trying to ignore the jealousy he was feeling. It was, in his words, not stylish to feel it.

'Stupid Itoshi.'

'Is it because he is a pro that (Y/n) hangs out with him more now?' Tokimitsu gulped a little. Kunigami was gloomier than usual.

"Hmmm... I lost my appetite..." Gagamru pouted, playing with his food as he stared at (Y/n).

"Reeooo." Nagi groaned, his eyes never leaving the duo. The said boy, who was beyond annoyed by now, sharply looked at the albino.

"What, Nagi?"

"Do you know people who can make someone disappear?"

"I wish I did..."

"Hmmm? You have food there." The group that was present watched in shock as Sae took a napkin and removed some of the food that was near (Y/n)'s lips.

"T-thanks." The girl said, blushing from the embarrassment.

"It's nothing." Although he sounded bored, Sae really enjoyed the view.

'Losers.' The redhead thought, feeling their glares even more.

'This is war!'

'Why him?! Why not me?!'

Sae eventually learned what sort of annoyance the Blue Lock team felt as he watched his captain, Luna and (Y/n) interact. The older was giving her his usual nonchalant smile as the girl was clearly flustered. He kept his annoyance in for a good 5 minutes.

"Thanks again for the help, (Y/n)."

"Ahm... No-no need to thank me, Luna-san! I will gladly help you out with anything-"

(Y/n) let out a startled gasp as Sae grabbed her wrist and dragged her away.

"Come. I need your help with something."

"You just said you didn't need anymore-"

"I lied." Sae shrugged, keeping up his cool act.

"You Itoshis are confusing."

Luna's laugh was heard from behind them, already understanding what was going on.

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