Lusher and tatter being little shits and teasing Bada whenever they happen to hear her and reader fooling around like âman I REALLY had trouble sleeping last nightâŠâ bada being like đ€š at first but when she does get what theyâre referring to it sheâs blushing while threatening to kill them đ and itâs not just bada- them teasing hyo too for having to stand outside wherever reader is and lusher being all like âdoesnât that bother you??â Tatter making it worse by saying âsheâs probably into that kinda thingâ and now hyo is all flustered too trying to defend herself đ (Iâm sorry hyo I promise I want justice for you)
Ever since I made that meme of hyo from succumb to me this thought has been in my mind đ
this would SO happen knowing lusher and tatter...
tw: very suggestive also please ignore any mistakes it's 2 am for me rnđ€ (this'll make sense after the drabble...đ€)
like for the first time in forever you, the bebe girls, and bada are all eating together like the little family you are. you'd somehow managed (it was so easy, all you had to do was ask) to persuade bada into eating breakfast with you and the girls and not in her office.
the second lusher and tatter realize bada's going to eat with them, they start glancing at each other, mischievous smiles growing on their lips. and almost as if they have telepathy, they both know what the other is thinking--
a plan starts to form.
...but really, it had all started last night.
lusher was laying in bed, cozied up under a heavy and warm blanket, scrolling on her phone before she went to bed. she was on instagram, going on her daily round of account check ups--making sure she hadn't missed any new posts from you or the other girls. she noticed you and minah uploaded new stories, and clicked on minah's first.
it was a picture of the delicious dinner you'd cooked for them. minah tagged you below the picture of the food, writing, "unnie is the best chef to exist, i'm grateful to have her in our home" with a heart-eye emoji. lusher smiles at the caption, about to press a heart on the story when a small sound grabs her attention.
a few giggles ring from the wall behind her bed, making her turn to look at it with a confused look.
she hears the sound again, though this time the noise is a bit clearer, and she's able to realize it's your voice. you're giggling from bada's bedroom, and saying something that lusher's not quite able to make out.
lusher stares at her wall for a second before shrugging, assuming you and bada must just be cuddling or doing something sweet together. she focuses back on her phone, realizing minah's story had timed out so she taps on it again--this time clicking the heart in the bottom right-hand corner.
she then gets distracted seeing some photos of socialites filling her feed. she scrolls through them, liking some posts--rolling her eyes at others before another sound startles her.
this time, a loud banging has lusher jumping out of bed, making her reach for her gun out of instinct. but then, she hears it.
a semi-clear moan makes it's way through the walls separating your and bada's room from lusher--your moan.
lusher's mouth drops out of instinct, her hand coming to slap over it.
again, your moan rings through her bedroom, and the sound of headboard slamming accompanies it. but this time, it doesn't stop.
the sound keeps coming from your bedroom, now only seconds of intervals between each slam, but they're so minuscule that lusher has no time to breathe a sigh of relief.
"jesus unnie." lusher closes her eyes, trying to bite back a laugh at how incredibly loud the headboard slamming is. "i hope you can walk tomorrow."
after a few minutes she decides to ignore all the noise--despite how...passionate and blissful you sound. lusher opens her phone again, instagram popping up immediately. her eyes go to the top left corner instantly, and she catches your profile announcing that you had an unviewed story.
she clicks it out of curiosity, and what she sees makes everything click into place.
it's a picture of you and bada, although your wife isn't fully in frame. all lusher is able to see is her arm wrapped around you and under your breasts in a back hug type of position. but what grabs her attention most of all is you.
you're wearing the most flattering dress lusher has ever seen. white straps and silky fabric barely hold onto your breasts, the sides of them popping due to bada's arm under you. although the picture is scandalous in nature, you're smiling widely, your eyes closed as you lean into bada's chest, looking like a sweet angel in white.
the small caption you'd added to the bottom of the photo reads, "date night" with a white heart emoji.
lusher chuckles, nodding. "yeah, makes sense."
she hearts the story, then swipes up to message you. she writes, "i can tell bada loves the dress. or more like she loves taking it off of you."
right when she sends the cheeky dm, a notification ding grabs her attention. effectively blocking out the sounds of your moans, lusher clicks on the notification.
she's transported into her messaging app, tatter's contact photo in the middle of the chat. she reads her text and quickly responds back.
lusher smirks at her text, seeing tatter's grey bubble pop up, indicating she's typing.
lusher hears another of your moans before she quickly types back.
lusher smirks at her friend's message. they continue texting back and forth, each of them giggling inside their respective rooms.
one of your particularly loud moans penetrates through lusher's wall, making her release a long breath.
...and a chance did they get.
--
lusher starts out simple, dropping slight hints.
"tatter, you look a little tired, are you alright?" she says, her voice dripping with fake sincerity.
you look up from your plate, eyebrows furrowed in slight worry as you cast your gaze onto tatter.
"i'm fine. i just didn't get much sleep last night." tatter says wistfully, biting back a smile.
"oh i totally understand, neither did i with all the noise coming from next door." lusher nods, eyeing you and bada not-so subtly.
you give lusher a look of confusion before it clicks in your mind and you instantly look away from her and tatter, your entire body burning with embarrassment.
bada seems to have finally tuned into the conversation because shifts her focus away from her breakfast to speak up. "what are you talking about? we don't have neighbors."
"we mean there was a lot of noise coming from the bedroom next to ours." tatter clarifies, finding it even more amusing that bada isn't picking up on their joke.
the other bebe girls however, although they were not clued into the plan nor did they hear the noise last night, all seem to understand what lusher and tatter are talking about. they all start to whisper to each other and snicker.
...all expect two girls. soweon and hyo.
"i didn't hear anything." soweon speaks up in between bites of her breakfast. "maybe it was a dream?"
"oh definitely not. the sounds were very realistic, there's no way we could have both dreamed them up." lusher shakes her head, a full-blown grin overtaking her lips.
you shift uncomfortably in your seat before grabbing your phone and unlocking it, hoping to distract yourself from the embarrassing conversation.
expect, it's then you realize lusher had dm'd you late last night. you click her chat and instantly shrink in your seat, hiding your face behind your hands.
bada, always attentive of you and your mood notices, and turns to look at you. "honey? are you okay--"
before your wife can say anything else, you shove your phone in her face, showing her lusher's dm.
as her eyes scan the message, the image, and the timestamp, her cheeks slowly but surely turns bright red--whether it's out of embarrassment or anger, you're not sure.
"you perverts." bada sends lusher and tatter disgusted looks while she she pats your back in comfort and brings you into her chest to shield you from the girls' view.
"you're the pervert!" lusher argues back playfully. "again and again all we heard was--" she bangs her fist against the dining room table, imitating the headboard slamming from last night.
"enough, seoyoung." bada scolds her subordinate, giving her a disapproving look. "you're making my wife uncomfortable."
"actually," tatter cuts in, her smile so wide that even lusher is anxious to hear what she says next. "the biggest pervert here is hyo." she points her finger at your bodyguard, who had become uncharacteristically quiet, and was keeping her head down the entire conversation.
"tatter..." hyo finally mumbles, a red tint staining her cheeks. "i'm serious--"
"she was standing outside the entire time, listening!" lusher exclaims, giggling.
hyo flounders, feeling all pairs of eyes on her. bada's in particular is the most heated, making her sweat in fear. "it's my job!"
"your job is to hear your boss fucking your other boss?"
"be honest, you're into that type of stuff--"
"oh my god." you squeak into bada's chest, wanting to crawl into a hole and die.
chaos finally erupts at the table, hyo trying to defend herself against both lusher and tatter's accusations while also trying to ignore the fact that bada has yet to move her eyes off of her--death is most likely imminent and will be swift, yet painful--while cheche and kyma laugh their asses off, minah focusing on plugging soweon's ears to keep her from hearing the genuinely unhinged things lusher and tatter are saying.
but sometime through the bickering, lusher breaks off and sneaks over to you and bada, grinning like an idiot.
"so tell me unnie, can you still walk after last night?"
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{Fake It Like You Love Me} Azriel x Reader x Xaden Riorson x Cassian
*slowly creeps up from the depths of hell* Heeeeeeeey, glad you guys remember I still exist đđ First off, THANK YOU for 600 followers. That's insane and I don't deserve you all so thank you so fucking much. SECONDDDD, here is another part of my Fuck Away The Pain series!! Sorry this has taken me so long to do, but I think you for your patience. As always, let me know what you think and feel free to drop a request if you have any!!! Enjoy! Title and series inspired by this song.
Part 1: {Show Me Where It Hurts}
Part 2: {Dirty Little Curse}
these do not need to be read in order to be enjoyed!
Word Count: 7,630
Warnings: Smut. Like... an alarming amount of smut. ACOTAR x FOURTH WING, Dom/Sub, MMMF, use of the nicknames "pet" and "sir", oral (M and F receiving), pet play, degrading, praise kink, choking, spanking, cum eating, unprotected sex.
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Summary: It is just after the legendary snowball fight. Azriel, Cassian, Rhys and Xaden are in the sauna while you, Mor, and Feyre are inside the cabin. Once Rhys leaves, it seems that there is a vacant spot that needs to be filled.
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âSo, explain this to me again?â
âEvery year, they have a snowball fight. They just keep going and going and going until thereâs a winner,â Feyre explains. âThis is the first time you and Xaden are here so I think theyâre taking it easy.â
From off to the side of the cabin, we hear a shout and then a chorus of laughter.Â
âMaybe not,â Mor says, peeking out the window. âCassian just decked Riorson in the face.â
I giggled, sipping my warm tea and curling my legs under myself. âProbably made fun of Cassianâs hair or something. Called him a wet dog.â
âYou know damn well that animal will come in here and shake like one too.â
âAnd after the sauna? Yuck, itâs going to smell for ages in here,â Mor shakes her head.
âThe sauna?â
Both of them stop dead in their tracks, exchanging a knowing glance. Feyre looks at me with a twisted smirk. âYou donât know about the sauna?â
âShould I be afraid?âÂ
âDefinitely,â Mor grins, setting down her cup. âAfter they get done, they all go into the sauna together.â
âNaked?â I dare to ask.
âTerribly so,â Feyre adds. âA few years ago, on my first trip to the cabin, I got Rhys kicked out because⊠well, he just couldnât stop thinking of me.â
I damn near choked. Then I burst out laughing. I can imagine it. Rhys, Azriel and Cassian sitting in the sauna together. It must be some sort of rule they have. If one of them gets a little too hot and bothered, theyâre out. But the thought of them all in there, Azriel and Xaden sweating⊠does some pretty magical things to my brain.
And the space between my thighs.
âGods you are just as bad as they are, Yn,â Mor fake gags, coming to sit next to me. âDonât get too excited. None of us have ever been in, and none of us ever will.â
âReally? Thatâs kind of shocking, honestly.â There hasnât been one exception? âI know Cassian is a bit of aâŠâ
âMale whore?â Mor fills in the blank. It makes me giggle.Â
âI donât quite know everyone well enough to make those assumptions, but Cassian definitely gives off a certain⊠aura.â
âOh please, heâd take it as a compliment,â Mor smiles, playing with some of my loose hair. âBut no, not even him. Now, what I cannot believe is how you ended up with both Az and Riorson. That is truly a work of art.â
I canât help the smile that blooms onto my face. âSome are just more blessed than others.â
Feyre barks a laugh, âIâll say. You got lucky with those two, you know.â
âI know. Weâre not likeâ together together, but they take very good care of me. I honestly kind of like it. It's all the best parts of a relationship without having to worry about if everyone is getting enough attention. They give me what I need, and I give them what they need.â
âHave you ever asked for more? To be in a real relationship?â Mor asks, curiosity getting the best of her. Feyre smacks her in the shoulder. âOw!â
âDonât be insensitive,â the High Lady reprimands.Â
âDonât be silly,â I wave them off. âIâve thought about it, but I donât think thatâs what I want. Sure, being in love is great and all, but why complicate it? We work flawlessly together right now, why change? If either of them brings it up, Iâll be open to the idea. But for right now Iâm thriving. They are far too generous anyway. They constantly bring me gifts or invite me out to dinner. Theyâre doing enough for me. Far more than enough.â
âNot to mention the world's best sex,â Mor wiggled her eyebrows at me. âWhatâs it like with the two of them? Are the rumors of the Illyrian true? What about Xaden, is he packing too? Gods I bet he is, isnât he? Now, I am the last Fae in Prythian whoâd want to be taken by two males, but⊠for the both of them? I might reconsider. Tell me, does Az-â
âCauldron boil me,â Feyre sighs. âIâm getting a drink.â
âOoh! Will you bring me-â
âNo,â Feyre scolds, heading into the kitchen.
âCrony bitch.â
âI heard that!â Feyre shouts from the other room.Â
Mor and I share a laugh, snuggling in close together. âThis is so fun.â
âIsnât it?â Mor says, âYouâre always welcome back, Yn. Iâm not sure Iâve ever seen Az so relaxed. He looks⊠happy. And I canât vouch for Riorson but he looks like he needs this too.â
âYeah itâs been a stressful couple weeks for Xaden. There was a huge issue in his homeland and he nearly lost his life. His dragon is bonded to someone else in his squad, and her dragon almost died. It was scary. Iâm just glad heâs okay. On the flight up here he was giving me all his strategies on how he was going to win.â Thereâs a loud cackle from outside and the sound of bodies running into each other. I looked over the back of the couch, seeing Xaden at the bottom of the pile, snow being shoveled into his face. âGuess they didnât work so well.â
âTheyâre probably done now,â Mor explains.
âSauna time?â
âSauna time.â
The door opens and the four males clamber in, shaking snow from their hair and clothes.Â
âIâm gonna get you back for that Rhys,â Xaden grins, evil intent behind those onyx eyes.Â
âIâd like to see you try. Hey Mor, hi Yn. Whereâs Feyre?â Rhys pats the top of Morâs head, offering me a kind smile.Â
âIn the kitchen!â She calls, the High Lord following the sound of her voice.Â
Cassian makes a b-line for the couch, shaking his head like a mutt. Mor squeals, I just shut my eyes and take the damage. When I open them, he snickers and sits on the floor, sighing loudly. âAnd that makes 181 wins for yours truly.â
âThen he must have cheated,â Mor gags, wiping off Cassianâs grime with the bottom of her shirt. âFor fucks sake Cass you stink.â
âIâm a hard working male,â he begs to differ.
âOnly thing youâre working is gonna be my foot in your ass,â Mor chides, standing up. âIâm going to shower, I smell like a dog.â
âYou wish you smelled as good as me. Sorry to catch you in the crossfire, Yn.â
âItâs all good,â I smile, rubbing the few drops I got off on my sleeve.Â
But the look on Xadenâs face when he comes to sit next to me reflects anything but. Heâs got a scowl directed at Cassian, but he makes quick work of masking it, planting a kiss on my cheek. A moment later, Azriel does the same thing.Â
âShould you be sitting on the couch?â I ask. Xadenâs hair a soaking wet mess, his clothes more the same.Â
âTrust me,â Azriel chimes in, âThere have been far worse things on this couch.â
I blink at him, wondering if I would need to burn my clothes after this. He plops down next to me, slinging an arm over the back of the couch behind my shoulders.Â
Cassian looks between all three of us. Clearly seeing the size difference and taking notes about it. âI should probably keep my mouth shut.â
âThat would be wise, brother,â Azriel grumbles, stretching out his legs. âWhere's Rhys? Im fucking freezing and I wanna go in the sauna.â
âHeâs in the kitchen with Feyre,â Mor said, rounding the corner from the washroom. She clearly didnât shower, but she smelled much better. âAnd we all know what happened the last time the two of them were left alone here.â
âWhat happened?â Xaden and I asked at the same time.Â
âNothing,â Azriel, Cassian and Mor responded in unison.Â
The dragon rider and I shared a look, a silent promise to ask Az about it later. We had a nice evening planned, dinner with everyone, and then they were going to let Az, Xaden and I spend the night in the cabin. Weâve never been here before today so it was a generous offer. I can tell how much this place means to all of them.Â
No one needs a vivid imagination to get an idea of whatâs going to happen later.Â
âFuck him,â Cassian pushes to his feet, binding his hair back with a strip of leather. âCome on, let's get started. He can decide later if he wants to join.â
Cassian and Xaden head out the door, but Az stays seated next to me. âHaving fun?â
âOf course,â I reassured, patting his thigh. âMor and Feyre are very kind. And this is a lovely cabin.â
âGood, Iâm glad.â
âLooks like you two had a lot of fun,â I smile, resting my cheek on his damp shoulder. âYou smell far better than Cassian.â
âNaturally,â Az smirked. âAnd yes we did. Xaden needed it, you needed it. Itâs always just been the three of us every year, but it felt right to have Xaden here in the mix. You too, obviously.â
âGlad I could make the cut,â I joked, receiving a pinch on my ear.Â
âBrat.â
âThatâs not even close to me being a brat and you know it.â
âDonât I ever,â he grinned, covering my mouth with his. Despite the chill coming from his body, his lips were warm and soft. Full of life, vibrance, and need. âBy the sound of it, Rhys wonât be joining us in the sauna. We wonât be in there long, will you bring us some towels around four?â
I looked at the analog on the wall, the hands reading 3:22pm. I nodded, âSure.â
He curled my hair around his fingers before standing, following the other two outside.Â
In the meantime, I hung out with Mor and we talked about random stuff. She tried to get more details about Az and Xaden, but I wasnât willing to give them up. We played a few card games, had a snack and a glass of wine before she winnowed off the mountain and back to Velaris to meet some friends at Ritaâs.Â
Just as I was curling up with a book, I felt a cool whisper circle my wrist. A strand of Azrielâs shadow wrapped around and around in a never ending bracelet. I smiled, looking at the clock. Just seven past four. I head for the closet, grabbing three thick, soft tan towels.Â
Damn, it's cold out here. How do they not freeze to death? I carefully step in their footsteps so my toes donât get frozen off. There is a little stone path to the sauna and I gladly jump from stone to stone. With the towels under my arm, I knock on the door.Â
âI brought your towels, theyâll be out here on this chest,â I shouted, unsure if theyâd be able to hear me through the thick wood paneling. There was a small jut out from the roof over the door, ensuring they wouldnât get covered with snow.
âWill you bring them in?â Xaden calls.
I skidded to a halt, damn near knocking myself over. Did he just say what I think he said? âI thought no females were allowed in the sauna?âÂ
âDonât be ridiculous,â Cassianâs voice boomed. âWe just need the towels so our bits donât freeze off. You can close your eyes if youâre scared.â
Scared? I wasnât scared, but I didnât particularly care to see Cassian sprawled out with all his glory on display. Well, okay that's a complete lie. Ever since I first saw the Lord of Bloodshed, I thought he was⊠well⊠hot. Heâs tall, all thick muscle and confidence. He knows heâs hot shit. Iâd imagine if he were a closer friend that confidence might piss me off, but I think heâs funny. He knows what heâs got and heâs not afraid to show it.Â
âAre you going to bring them or not?â Xaden shouts.
Oh. Right. The towels.Â
I take a steadying breath and push open the door. A wave of humid, damp air blasts me in the face, instantly melting the flecks of snow on my hair and lashes. There isnât a light save for a few windows to let some ventilation in. It's dark, but I can make out the three figures. Azriel and Xaden are to the left, and Cassian is to the right.Â
I keep my eyes on my boys and place towels in Xadens open arms. âThank you, my dear.â
âOf course,â I smile, carefully avoiding any glimpses of Cassian in my peripherals. Just before I can reach the safety of the outdoors, Azrielâs hand wraps around my wrist, gently tugging me in front of him. His other hand curls around my hip, pinning me still. âYes, my shadow?â
He all but purrs at the nickname. âStay.â
Stay. Stay? As in⊠in here? With him and Xaden and Cassian? âYou guys enjoy your time together.â
I tried to take another step, but he sat up, gripping my body to keep it positioned between his powerful legs. I trailed my eyes down his torso, seeing a bit of a surprise waiting for me. âI told you to stay.â
Heat flooded my body, a different heat than the one coursing through the sauna. I quickly glance at Xaden to see him exchanging a glance with Cassian across the way.
âI- I wouldnât want to kick Cassian out just because you want me, Az. Thatâs rude,â I say, my breath hitching when he slides his hands under my thick wool sweater. He rakes his nails down my back and I momentarily forget that there is a third set of eyes watching.Â
âI donât think Cassian would mind the show, would you, Cass?â Azriel looks around my torso at the Illyrian, and I have to force myself not to do the same.Â
There isnât a verbal response from him.Â
Az roughly grips my hips, forcing me to sit down in his lap. His mouth attaches to mine before I can make a sound. I flinch momentarily when he bites down on my lip, his pace fast and aggressive. The sauna is silent save for the sound of our lips meeting.Â
Sweat begins to swell around my hairline, trickling down the back of my neck. He removes my sweater and tosses it towards the open door. I wasnât wearing a bra, and the hot air coats my bare back. Azriel breaks the kiss, latching onto my neck and collar bone.Â
âAz,â I say, already breathless. âWh-What are you doing?â
âAre you telling me that youâve never thought about Cassian before?â
Shit. SHIT.
âI- well I didnât- not in the way you think I wouldâve I was just-â
âThat certainly didnât sound like a no, Yn,â Azriel looks up at me, a knowing glint in his eye. âDid you think I wouldnât notice?â
âI- I didnât think⊠I wouldâve never thought that-â
âYou have five seconds to tell me to stop. One.â
âAzriel I-â
âTwo.â He pushes me back to my feet.Â
My knees buckle and itâs an effort to keep myself upright in the sweltering humidity. âWhy would I have thought that you and Xaden would want-â
âThree.â He stands, towering over me.
I huff in annoyance. âAzriel, stop counting-â
âFour.â Az makes me take two steps back, advancing on me.
âXaden will you please fucking-â
âFive.â His fingers wrap around my throat and push me back. Directly into Cassian. A second set of hands find their way onto my body. Cassian grips my hips, keeping me from falling. I am deathly still. I hardly breathe. I donât dare make a noise. âYouâd like it if Cassian joined, wouldnât you?â
I donât respond.Â
âShe looks petrified,â Xaden points out very matter-of-factly.Â
âI like it when sheâs scared, she obeys when she is. Isnât that right pet?âÂ
One word. One stupid nickname and Iâm under his spell. Fuck, of course I want Cassian to join. I havenât ever seen him without clothes, but he doesnât leave much to the imagination. âI- I umm-â
âJust admit it and Iâll let you go,â Azriel demands, tightening his fingers for emphasis. Itâs nowhere near a dangerous amount, but it makes my breath hitch.
âYes yes,â I rush out, senses on fire.Â
âYes what, pet? Come on, you know the rules. If you want Cass to join you have to tell him.â
Azriel releases me, and if it werenât for Cassian holding me up, I wouldâve keeled over. The combination of the restricted airflow and the density of the heat in the sauna was going to make a lethal combo.Â
And I craved it.Â
I quickly slipped under, fully ready to play with the three of them. I gently turn and look down at Cassian. His bronze skin is shining with sweat, hair still bound behind his head. I take a deep breath, swallowing. âWould you like to play with us, Cassian?â
His eyes dilate, tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his lips. âI thought youâd never ask, darling.â
Relief floods me and I smile. I am so thrilled he said yes. I look over at Az and Xaden, waiting for their command. I desperately need them to tell me what to do. This is already so overwhelming in the best way possible.Â
âWhy donât you be a good girl and welcome Cassian, okay?â
I donât need to be told twice. Like he knows what I was thinking, his knees spread apart, inviting me in. I sink down to the floor and stare up at him through my wet lashes. âMessy or clean?â
A grin spreads across the Illyrians mouth. âOh, sheâs good. Messy, darling. I want to see you ruined.â
Cassianâs finger separated my lips and I sucked on his thumb. He pressed down on my tongue, and I swirled it around his digit. Meanwhile, his other hand fisted himself, and I couldnât help but take a glance.Â
Cauldron boil me aliveâ
I delicately reach a hand out and replace mine with his. The warrior's head falls back and he shuts his eyes. My hand is so much smaller than⊠well, every part of him. I stroke up and down, gently thumbing the small slit at the tip. A few drops slide down onto my finger and I generously lick them off. He definitely tastes similar to Az, but nothing like Xaden.Â
The moment my tongue circles him, he cuts loose a moan deep from his chest.Â
âFuck youâre so warm,â Cassian lifts his head, taking in the sight of me taking him in. I swallow around him, drawing more sounds out of him.Â
âI think what makes it so good is she loves doing it. Donât you, Yn? You love being stuffed full,â Azriel comes up behind me, his presence stealing my breath away. Maybe itâs the added heat that makes my head dizzy. âThatâs right, work him all the way down. Get him nice and deep.â
I push and push my head all the way down his cock, taking a moment to stay still, just emphasizing exactly what I can do. Cassian laughs at me, full on laughs. A mocking sort of sound that spreads goosebumps all across my skin. He bucks his hips, really testing how far he can push me.Â
âOh, sheâs good,â he grunts, head tipping back again. âKeep that perfect mouth moving, darling.â
My ears are ringing a little. Whether that be from the heat or the sheer overstimulation, itâs hard to tell, but I didnât react right away. The next thing I knew, one of Azrielâs hands was fisting my hair, the other braced at the back of my head. I nearly choked when I was ripped away and then slammed down onto his cock a few times.Â
âYou heard him, Yn. Take his cock like the good slut you are,â Azriel reprimanded. He continued to overpower me, making me work up and down on Cassian. I let my jaw go slack, along with my hands braced on Cassianâs thighs. I let out a content sigh as I was fucked on Cassianâs cock.Â
I rocked with Azriels movements. His grip singed my scalp and an ache formed in my jaw. It was familiar, ignorable, but present nonetheless. I was glad to have them doing all the work, it was far too hot in here to think clearly⊠even without the added exertion.
When Az decided I got the memo, he let go of my head and I continued the motions with steady practice. I closed my eyes, feeling every drop of sweat on my body. My thick, fleece lined leggings were beginning to soak through. Xadenâs calloused hands found their way to my waste and began to slide them off. With a pop, I pulled off of Cassian, giving my jaw a much needed break. Xaden peeled them from my legs, taking my underwear with them. But, before he let me sit back down, he laid down on his back, beckoning me to ease on top of him.Â
âSurely youâll suffocate, itâs already unbearably hot in here,â I huff, catching my breath.Â
âThen I shall go doing what I love most,â the dragon rider replies. âSit.â
I looked to Az, silently asking if this really was a smart decision. He just gave me a pointed nod with narrow eyes, a promise that if I didnât listen heâd make working for my release miserable. So I obeyed without a second thought.Â
The moment his tongue curled into me, I sighed. Aimlessly, my hand worked tentatively up and down Cassianâs shaft, drawing a few sounds out of the General. âLet me fuck your throat, darling.â
There mustâve been a sparkle in my eye because I grinned, opening wide for him to do so. His length was thick. Almost too thick. And long. Fucks sake everything about him was big. I was up for the challenge. As it hit the back of my throat, I relaxed, letting his hands fall around my ears. It was gentle at first, his thrusts long and even. I moaned in tandem with the licks I was receiving from Xaden, my mind a melted, scrambled mess of ecstasy. With a particularly hard suck on my clit, I jerked the opposite way Cassian was going.
âAh ah ah,â he chided, clicking his tongue. âYou donât get to run away from me. Take what youâve been given. Be a good fucking girl, Yn.â
I glance up at him, throat too full to make any noise. A third set of handsâ Azriels, so experienced and commanding, settled on my breasts, plucking and pulling. I could feel everything and nothing at the same time. My entire body was numb with pleasure, numb with exploration of the three of them.Â
Azriel. Xaden. Cassian. All three of them, the most powerful warriors of their respective worlds, all focused on one thing. One goal.Â
Me.Â
Cassian picked up his pace, the thrusts less deep, but far more firm. It was clear he was chasing his high, thick veins beginning to bulge in his arms⊠up his chest⊠in the column of his throat.Â
âShe does such a good job at taking it,â Cassian praises. âDoesnât gag, doesnât complain. Look at all those pretty tears. All for me, darling? Do I fuck you so good you need to cry? Itâs okay, Iâll lick them clean. Then make them spill down your neck again when I get to fuck your pussy.â
My heart thrashed in my chest, thighs shaking with the force of Xadenâs tongue against my core. I writhed my hips, breathing harshly through my nose every other thrust because thatâs all Cass would allow. At some point Azrielâs hands left the mix. I couldnât see him anywhere, but his presence remained. Those shadows replacing his skilled fingers.Â
My body was wound tight. I was already anticipating a fun night with just Azriel and Xaden. But now? With Cassian? A new fire had been set ablaze inside me. And it neededâ no, demanded, to be let out. I tried to warn Xaden, I tried to ask for permission, but I couldnât with Cassianâs grip on my head. I fiercely moaned, hips shaking so badly that Xaden had to lock me in place.Â
âYou can let go,â Azriel commanded from somewhere behind me. I silently thanked him.Â
Like a crack of lightning, my release barreled through me. I came so hard my vision whited out, a faint ringing bounding between my ears. Moans of pure pleasure spilled out of me and right onto Cassian. The extra vibrations mustâve done wonders from him because his grip faltered, as well as his pace. His head slumped forward and his eyes rolled shut.Â
âFuuuuck, whatever youâre doing to her, Riorson, you better not fucking stop. Keep her moaning like that. Fuck Iâm gonna cum so hard. Want it, pretty pet? Want my cum down your throat, filling your belly?â
He released my head, bidding me to give a verbal answer. After what Xaden just did to me, Iâm not sure thatâs physically possible. âP-Please, sirâ I sigh out, my voice in an atrocious state already. âWanna make you feel so so good.â
The use of âsirâ mustâve really done something to him. He sat up, a corrupt, unforgiving smile creeping onto his cruel lips. âSir? Thatâs a dangerous game, my darling.â
âShe doesnât mind a little bit of danger, does she?â Azriel grips my hair again, pulling my head back so I have to look up at him. I nod carefully, the strain in my neck almost too much. âYes she does. Now get to it, I'm getting impatient.â
Bad things happen when Azriel is left uncared for. And who was I to make him suffer?
I stuck out my tongue, a silent beg for Cassian to slip back in. He did without further coercion. The first time my nose brushed the soft hair on his pelvis, I couldâve sworn it was an accident. The second time, I realized it wasnât. I couldnât breathe, a small panic settling in every crevice of my body. I tried to keep calm, but between a relentless Xaden under me and a ruthless Cassian in front, it was near impossible.Â
âF-Fuck fuck fuck fuuuucccckkkk,â Cassian shouted, the muscles in his thighs and abdomen flexing. âGonna take it all? Itâs gonna be a lot, can you handle it, darling? Yeah I think you can. Iâll make you either way. Stay niiiiice and still for me- oh fuck-â
At the last second, he pulls me off about an inch and the humid, sweat filled scent of air floods into my nose. I drink his release down. Itâs thick and warm, salty and abundant. I hum around him as I swallow and swallow and swallow. My eyes fill with tears yet again and they escape down my cheeks.Â
Cassian shudders. With gentle laps of my tongue, I clean him up. He watches me attentively. I canât help the smile that forms on my lips when our eyes meet.Â
âYouâŠâ he breathes heavily, chest swelling and falling. âYou are a little devil, arenât you?â
The Illyrians hand wraps around my throat and he pulls me to my feet, and off of Xaden. The way our tongues met couldâve moved mountains. He was not shy in showing how much he wanted me. I melted into him, straddling his thigh and letting my arms drop to my sides.Â
Azriel played with my hair, hands caressing my ass. Together, they brought me down, content to let me relax for a few minutes.Â
âYou did so well, pet,â Azriel cooed, dragging his tongue over the shell of my ear.
âSo fucking good,â Cassian murmured against my lips. âSuch a good little girl.â
I could hear Xaden climb to his feet, the sound of his hand stroking his cock loud in the otherwise quiet room. âI will never, ever, get tired of making her cum on my tongue.â
âShould I have a taste?â Cassian asked, placing small bites on my throat.Â
âI actually had something else in mind,â I sighed out, getting lost in all the hands and tongues. He gave me a curious look, but I just smirked, easing onto shaking legs and turning around so my ass was in Cassianâs lap. âI want to play a game.â
âA game?â There is an obvious hint of danger in Cassianâs voice? âWhat kind of game?â
âI want you and Xaden to fuck me, and I want Azriel to tell you when to move and when to stop.â
I havenât yet brought it up to Azriel and Xaden, but Iâve always wanted to do this. A game of red light green light. To give full control and power to him, making us work for our pleasure. I look at Azriel, gauging his response, but he just grabs my chin, bringing our faces level.Â
âYeah? You wanna play a game? Want to be treated like a literal pet? Taking commands and performing tricks?â His voice is thick with desire, so low only we could hear it.Â
My heart skips a beat. I hadnât thought about it like that before. But the idea is⊠itâs-
âLook at her face, Cass,â Xaden tilts his head mockingly. âShe wants it so bad, donât you, pretty girl? Would you like a collar, that way if you get lost they know who you fucking belong to? Gods sheâs so red. Donât be embarrassed, pet. We know just how much you love being fucked full of cock and cum.â
âSit on his dick, Yn,â Azriel orders. âNow.â
Silently, I hover over his lap, letting Cassian guide my hips. At the first press of his tip, I gasp. A new thrill thrummed through me.Â
Azriel comes and stands in front of me, cupping my cheeks. âI know heâs big, but youâre gonna take all of him. And youâre going to like it because you asked for it. So, hereâs your first trick. Sit.âÂ
The Shadowsinger pushes on my shoulders, leaving no option but to take Cassian all the way. All. The. Way. My breath is lodged in my chest with no room to escape. I canât think. Canât hear. Canât see. Canât even begin to process what is about to happen.Â
âOh, good girl Yn,â Xaden praises, still stroking himself. âLook at how pretty she looks, Az.â
Cassian grunts behind me, hooking my legs over his knees so the others can see him buried inside me. I cry out at the shift, feeling him go deeper and deeper. Gods, he feels like heâs everywhere.
âCassian, why donât you play with her nipples,â Azriel instructs, walking back and forth in front of us. âXaden, give her something to suck on.â
âWith pleasure,â Xaden grins, those onyx eyes narrowing on my mouth. I go to protests, but then I realize just how hard he is. How flushed his skin is. And I need to taste it, to relieve him of his torture.Â
He traces my lips with the tip, coating them in his slick. With a heady pant, I stick out my tongue to invite him in.Â
A hand cracks down on my thigh. I scream out, more in shock than in actual pain. Azrielâs hand was the culprit.Â
âDid I say you were allowed to taste it yet?â His eyes are swirling with lethality. I bite my tongue to keep myself from saying something stupid. âWell?â
âN-No,â I say meekly. âIâm sorry. May I taste it, Az? Can I please taste Xaden?â
After a minute of letting the question hang in the air, building suspense, he nods. Greedily, I take Xadens hips and bring his cock towards my mouth.Â
Itâs such a glorious sound to hear when Xaden curses low. A deep rumble in his chest letting me know this is exactly what he needed. Without movingâ fearful Iâll get another smackâ I look at Az, awaiting my next instruction.Â
âFuck her throat, Xaden,â Az says, eyes scanning out bodies. âStart fucking her nice and slow Cassian. Really savor her, make her moan just like Xaden did for you.â
At the same time, both of their bodies start sliding in and out of me. They find a rhythm instantly: Cassian fucks me forward onto Xaden, and Xaden fucks me back onto Cassian. Itâs easy enough to let them do all the work, my bones and liquid at this point anyway. All I know is pain, pleasure, and unfiltered need for these males.Â
I moan deeply as Cassian hits that spot inside me. Xadens hip stutter, his head tipping back as Cassian hits it over and over again.Â
âDoes that feel good, Xaden?â Azriel asks, gripping his hair at the root, whispering right in his ear. âTo have our girls' mouths all around you?â
The dragon rider nods as best he can with Azrielâs grip. âFuck yes.â
âMake her stop.â
âW-Why?â
âBecause I told you to. Yn, stop,â Azriel demands. I instantly pull my mouth away from Xaden, even if it makes me want to scream and thrash and beg for it back. I need it, need to taste it, need to feel him cum down my throat. âSee, she listens to me. Do I need to punish you too?â
âNo,â Xaden shakes his head. âIâll listen.â
âYes you will.â Azriel gives a fake smile. âOn your knees.â
Xaden sinks to his knees.Â
âSuck on Ynâs clit. Make her cum on Cassianâs cock.â
The sight of Xaden, on his knees, cock leaking continuously, does something to me. It gives me ideas for later. He helps push open my legs, even when the first brush of his tongue makes me see stars. Cassian has to wind his arms around mine to keep me from sliding off. I know heâs strong, but to be able to hold me still and keep fucking me isâŠ
âGood boy, Xaden,â Azriel praises, brushing his hair away from his face. âJust like that, make our pretty girl cum.â
Itâs not going to take long. His laps are so soft, so gentle, and it works far faster than Iâd like to admit.Â
âAz- Az can I cum?â I ask, just to be cautious. I do not want to have this taken away from me. I canât have it taken away from me.Â
âYes, pet. Cum as much as you want.â
Itâs like music to my ears. Itâs building and building. In my core, at the base of my spine. Behind my eyelids. Itâs fucking everywhere. My vision goes white and an embarrassing noise tears from my soul. I writhe on Cassian, driving him further and further inside me. Sweat is dripping off me in buckets. Fuck it is so fucking hot in here.
âVery good Xaden,â Azriel says. âWhat a good boy, making our pet cum so well. You can stuff your cock back down her throat. She looked so sad to see it go. Go ahead and cum, fill her up nice and full. Cassian, get up.â
Suddenly Iâm on my feet being steadied by several pairs of hands. The way Cassian is looking at me, the way heâs breathing, tells me Iâm in trouble. The glances passed between Az and Cass worry me. The next thing I know Iâm on my knees and elbows, ass up in the air.
âSit on the floor, Xaden,â Azriel commands. âRight in front of Yn. Yup, there you go, now just let Cassian fuck her onto you.â
A shudder runs through my entire body when Cassian slips back in. I swiftly take Xaden down, mainly because if I donât Iâm going to go crazy. The delicious, sweet taste of him fills me once again and I hum in content.Â
âDonât hold back Cassian, chase exactly what you want. Fill up her pussy as much as you want, she can take it.â
âFucking hell, Az. Are you trying to kill me?â Cassian chuckles, letting his motions pick up pace. Every snap of his body into mine sends waves of pleasure down my spine. It rolls through me and allows me to take even more of Xaden in my mouth. âIâll never get over just how fucking tight she is.â
âMalek spare meâŠâ Xaden curses. I get to watch Xaden fall apart and a new thrill fuels my motions. I lose all concept of time, I have no idea what is going on. All I know is Cass is fucking me like his life depends on it, and that Xaden is holding on for dear life.Â
I suck as hard as I can, pressing my tongue into the bottom side of his cock. I canât pay attention to the most sensitive areas of him, mainly because Cassian if fucking me too hard to let me. Hopefully I can make him see stars anyway.Â
âF-Fuck Yn, Iâm gonna cum,â he warns, knees falling open. âOh fuck Iâm gonna cum.â
âGive it to her, Xaden,â Azriel kneels beside Xaden, hand trailing over the muscles in his chest.Â
I watch the muscles in his abdomen clench with every breath. He scrunches his eyes closed and I brace for him, letting his hips rut as fast as he wants. With a long, drawn out growl, Xaden releases down my throat. I do my best to swallow it all, but between the angle and Cassian's relentless thrusts, I let a few drops spill out.Â
Xaden is throbbing on my tongue, his sounds of pure pleasure fill my ears, filling me with deep satisfaction.Â
âCanât fucking take it anymore,â Azriel rips me off of Xaden and takes his place. Iâm hauled up onto my palms, Azrielâs cock bobbing in front of me. Before I can take it between my lips, Azriel bends down to my level, licking the droplets of Xadens cum off my lips.Â
I went as still as a statue. Tingles spread from the tips of my fingers to my toes. I watched him swallow, his Adam's-apple bobbing. I was at a loss for words. If he wanted me to speak, itâd be impossible.Â
Thankfully I didnât have to. He filled my mouth, not wasting a second.Â
âXaden, will you go grab those towels?â Azriel asked, hands trailing over my shoulders.Â
âWhen I can move,â he responded, making the Shadowsinger and the General laugh. I swore I could feel the rumble of his laughter through his cock.Â
âNot gonna last much longer,â Cassian warns, adjusting his grip on my hips.
âWait.â Azriel urges, âGive me one minute.â
Cassian stills, and I whine in discontent. A second later, his hand smacks my ass, undoubtedly leaving an imprint of his hand. âDonât complain, pet. Or you wonât get anything at all. You should be grateful to be stuffed full of our cocks. Thatâs no way to disrespect a guest.â
Azriel is unforgiving as he fucks my throat, his pace fast and hard. To be fair, he has been waiting a long while for his turn. It doesnât take long for him to start showing signs of nearing his high. He grabs both sides of my sweat-soaked head, and I feel drops from his own bodyâand Cassiansâland on me.Â
âWant my cum?â Azriel asks, pulling me off. âWant me to cum down your little throat, pet?â
âYes yes yes,â I slur my words together. âPlease gimme all of it, need all your cum. Wanna taste you so bad.â
âYeah you fucking do,â Azrielâs grin is sinister. He knows exactly what to say to make me squirm. âDrink it all up, slut.â
When he finally gives me what I want, I donât dare waste a drop. I leave no mess to clean up as he cums all the way down. Thereâs nothing I can do but swallow, swallow, swallow.
I begin to lose some consciousness, the heat and over exertion finally catching up to me. I feel Azriel slip out, praising me and telling me how good I did. I think I nod, but Cassian resumes his motion and I forget about everything. I can only focus on him pounding into my pussy, getting so deep I have to let out little noises every time he does.Â
âSheâs so fucked out,â Xaden says from⊠somewhere.Â
âYeah she is, she looks so good. Limp and used. So fucking hot, Yn,â Azriel agrees.Â
I moan in response. Itâs about all Iâm capable of at this point. And it feels so good. Everything they did to me, every thrust from Cassian feels like Iâm floating. I close my eyes and let him finish me.Â
As Cassian lets go, I feel him pin my shoulders to the ground, ramming his hips as hard as he can into me, filling me up nice and tight full of his cum. There's a big stretch, and then an almost immediate release. His warm slick flows out from around him and down the inside of my thigh. Tears or exhaustion and pleasure streak down my cheeks and fall onto the wood floor of the sauna.
Eventually, Iâm laid on my back. I can barely open my eyes, but I feel a tongue lapping between my legs. I try to inch away, but firm hands keep me from closing my legs. I whine.Â
âAh ah,â I hear Cassian chide. âHeâs just trying to clean you up. Be still. Here, drink this.â
A cup is pressed to my lips and I hungrily drink down. The salty, briny taste is washed from my tongue and my blurry vision begins to steady. I look down, seeing Xaden between my legs, his curly head soaked with sweat.Â
Cassianâs thumb brushes my cheek, collecting a small tear. âAww, poor baby.â I watch as he licks it from his digit. It⊠gets me going faster than Iâd like to admit. Then his tongue trails the length of my cheek. I shudder, letting out a tiny squeak. âTold you Iâd lick them clean.â
âAlright that's enough, Xaden,â Azriel says from up above. âLetâs get her inside and cool off.â
âI just couldnât help it, her pussy looked so good full of cum,â Xaden winks at me, and I can feel a flush of my cheeks and neck. âEven after all weâve done together, I still make you blush.â
âZip it,â I glared at him, failing to keep my smile at bay.Â
Cassian lifts me up, hugging me close to his chest. Weâre all covered in sweat, but I donât give a fuck. I just want to take a nice bath, curl up with my boys, and sleep into next week. A cold burst of air greets me as we step outside the sauna.Â
âIs she doing okay?â Azriel asks. I think itâs him that brushes hair away from my face.Â
âMhm,â Cassian responds, giving my body a squeeze. âShe's gonna be alright?â
âYeah,â Xaden added. âShe always recovers really well. Sheâs not afraid to tell us what she needs. But by this point we know what she needs.â
âMy only request is a bath.â
âSee?â Xaden chuckles, then plants a kiss on my head. âFeeling okay? Not too lightheaded?â
I make a noise that sorta sounds like an âmhmâ, but it kinda comes out as a garbled mess. All three of them give a laugh.Â
âThat was⊠more fun than I thought it was going to me,â Cassian sighed contently, padding down the hallway to one of the bedrooms. I'm set gently on the bed, propped up against Cassian. I am way too tired to open my eyes, but my ears track them all around the room. I can smell the soft lavender wafting from the bathroom. Hallelujah.Â
âYeah, Iâm glad you joined,â Xaden agreed, his fingers beginning to braid sections of my hair. âWeâre just waiting on the tub to fill up, pretty girl. Then weâll get cleaned up and go to bed. You did such an amazing job, taking us all like that. And the game? Weâre going to have some more fun with that, arenât we?â
âYes we are,â I nodded, peeking open my eyes to find them all huddled around me. Azriel smiles sweetly, cupping my face, stroking his thumb back and forth across my cheek. âHi.â
âHey,â he whispers. âFeeling better?â
âYeah,â I nod, clenching my hands to get some of the tingling to go away. âIt was so hot in there.âÂ
âWe even turned down the heat before you got in there,â Xaden explained, tucking some hair behind my ear. âDid you have fun?â
âI always do, did you?â I asked, looking up at Cassian.
âIn the beginning I was a little unsure but⊠now Iâm hoping youâll send word any time you wanna play again,â He grins, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. âYou were unbelievable.â
âIsnât she something else?â Azriel looks at me fondly. âBaths ready, want to be by yourself or do you want one of us in there with you? Or⊠well, I guess we all can fit if that's what you want.â
âWell Iâm certainly not going to wash my own hair,â I grin.
They all share a look, smiles creeping onto their mouths.Â
âIâll get the shampoo,â Azriel winks.
âI call the conditioner,â Xaden stands, following Azriel into the bathroom.Â
I canât help but laugh.Â
âAre they always like this?â Cassian watches as they root around in a cabinet, smelling the different bottles.Â
âYes, theyâre too kind to me.â
âI think itâs well earned,â he smiles, helping me stand. âCome on, let's go.â
I let him lead me in, making sure I get a good look at his ass. Damn. just⊠damn. Â
âI could ask Feyre to commission a painting, itâll last longer,â he says cockily.Â
I give it a smack. With a helping hand from Azriel, I sink into the tub, and let the water cool off my skin. I lean back, wondering how I got so damn lucky.
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Okay so this has been stuck in my head for WEEKS and I finally decided to stop bein scared and ask you to write about it lol
So as a DBD player, I got to thinking that it would be kinda cool if survivors could fight the killer even if it was just once per round and then this scenario popped into my head.
How would Killer react to Survivor!Reader biting them as a defense/distraction/etc? My favs are The Shape, The Executioner, and The Mastermind! Headcannons would be amazing but if you could maybe branch out to make one a one-shot kinda deal? Maybe NSFW if you feel spicy?
P.S your writing and fics LITERALLY give me life YOUâRE SO GOOD đđ§Ą
My deepest apologies for how long this has been rotting in my inbox, I thought this prompt was a lot of fun, and again, I'm sorry it took forever for me to get around to answering this. Hope you enjoy all the same!
Characters: Michael Meyers, Albert Wesker, Pyramid Head (Dead By Daylight)
Rating: R (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE!!)
Content Warnings: Yandere, smut, noncon, stalking, choking, violence, sacrificed to the entity, predator/prey dynamics, obsession, sadism and masochism, reader is kept gender neutral
Word Count: 1.6k
MASTER LIST
TIP JAR
The Shape
It's almost too predictable for a killer like Michael Myers to wind up in a situation like this. As the survivor he brought with him into the entity's realm made physical payback, her signature, Micheal can't help but attract the "feisty" type.
A man hiding behind a mask, Michael competes with fierce determination and an almost primal compulsion to hunt, stalk, and slaughter like no other. Of the three, Myers would be the most likely to anticipate physical retribution from a survivor, according to him, all part of the hunt.Â
Myers prefers to remain hidden by shadows as long as possible, awaiting his perfect opportunity to go in for a decisive kill. But remaining hidden in the dark is a luxury you don't have at your disposal on account of being Myer's obsession.
You didn't want it to come to this. Even before the match started, you prayed to fight any killer, but Myers, your disappointment only grew as you realized minutes later that you were his obsession.
The idea of fighting back physically was a spur-of-the-moment decision; you knew you only had one chance of pulling this off, and if you missed, your fate would be sealed. You usually weren't one to opt for such a risky strategy, but you were too blinded by your fear of Myers. You would do anything to get away.
Even though you couldn't see him, you could feel Myers' eyes locked in on you, no doubt following and trailing you from behind. The paranoia was torture, but you forced yourself to stay strong and ignore Myers, to focus solely on supporting your team.Â
When Myers inevitably tracked you down and caught you after getting distracted by something else, you had so much pent-up nervous aggression that you couldn't hold back your body's instinct to fight back.
Fear overtook any lingering traces of rationality as you struggled blindly against Myers, but you had just enough determination reserved to take aim and fire a single punch, aiming for his head, landing against the cheek of the mask; it was just enough to disorient him long enough for you to wriggle free.
Despite the offense, Myers didn't think you had it in you to fight back like that. It excited him! As though you were holding back on him before, and now you were starting to fight back like you really meant it!
After enduring the pressure of being his obsession and succumbing to the fear of it all, you little humanity left to hold onto, almost nothing but your primal fight or flight instincts; it was truly a beautiful sight for him to behold.
The next time he cornered you, Myers decided he ought to follow your lead, only instead of going for your head, he would go for your throat, not with the knife, but with his hand.
And for just a moment, he'd keep you there. Only needing one hand around your throat to keep your entire body pinned into place on the wall behind you. Wood planks made contact with your back at odd angles, the dull pain radiating up and down your spine as you were face to face with Myers, close enough to hear his breathing behind the mask while he observed your face- knowing you believed he was seconds away from slitting your throat.Â
Likely, as Myers holds you in such a compromising position, he takes out all his own pent-up frustrations on you. Leaving bitemarks all over your neck and shoulders while he quickly shreds the clothes from your body.
Just as you gave into primal fight-or-flight instincts, he was giving into his own primal urges. He'd won the hunt, and now it was time to let his libido take charge. Half-undressed, he ruts against you, and you can hear his heartbeat racing. Maybe even feel his body warming as his blood flows rapidly, but he remains as silent as a corpse.
After having his fun, Myers will take great pleasure in sacrificing you to the entity. Even if he couldn't take down everyone on your team before this, the opportunity to sacrifice his obsession in such a thrilling bloodbath overshadowed any regular trial as a ruthless killer.Â
The Mastermind
It wouldn't take more than an instance of fighting back physically against him for Wesker to decide to hunt you down right away. He would've never suspected another survivor would be bold enough to try something like this on him. Wesker wants to know what makes you think you're strong enough to try something like this.
His reaction would be determined primarily by what point in the trial you try this.
Albert might think it's insufficient enough to ignore if it's early or if he's doing well.
But given how infamous of a hothead he can be, more often than not, any time you try this, expect to be met with hostility.
Wants to see you go from physically resistant to begging him for mercy. On the outside, he pretends to see brats like you as nothing but a petty annoyance to be dealt with, but on the inside, he absolutely loves doing this; keeping the weak in check is how he stays strong.
Wesker doesn't exactly get any legitimate pleasure from being hurt, but he will tap into the pain when fighting back. He does this partly out of loyalty and obligation to the entity but equally out of a petty vengeance to hurt you back twice as hard as you hurt him.
Wesker waits patiently before fighting back, taking care of those annoying teammates first to give you his undivided attention. As well as strategically lying in wait after the confrontation before striking while your guard is down.Â
The very first thing Wesker does after tracking you down is wounding you exactly where you hurt him, though he's sure not to let you go until he's drawn blood.
Don't expect him to show you any mercy from here. Might go as far as pushing you down, wiping his shoes against your back as you writhe below, trying to squirm out from under his boot.
It's good foreplay for him, seeing the foolish survivor who dared to fight back, bleeding and barely alive. He won't fuck you in the muck for his own sake, of course. Wesker will push you up against a wall face first while he is taking you from behind.
If he's feeling especially good after sweeping a trial, he might leave you with just enough life to hold onto while you crawl to the hatch. More likely, you won't live long after such a brutal session. But even if you don't die, Wesker will be sure to leave you so beaten and tormented you'll regret trying to fight him like that and won't want to try again. Even if Wesker secretly hopes you will.
The Executioner
While the others welcome the resistance, even if only to crush it, Pyramid Head would likely resent you for trying to physically challenge the killer and disrupt the natural order of things. It was an injustice, and it was imperative to punish you for this.
Imagine playing as a "Gen-Jockey" survivor, the kind of teammate who provides the bare minimum to the rest of the team, putting your own survival above the lives of your teammates, the type of survivor Pyramid Head hated the most. A coward.
All that to say, it was an extreme shock after he cornered you and felt your teeth sinking into the exposed flesh above his glove.Â
While you were combative and aggressive now, Pyramid Head knew you couldn't keep this up forever. You were, to him, nothing but a coward deep down. Even if you wanted to pretend like you had any real fight of your own, it wouldn't be long before you surrendered to your own exhaustion. Perhaps he was even doing this as his way of offering you a "fair shot" to find your way out before he got his hands on you. Like he would ever let that happen.
Since you tried to bite him earlier, he'd punish you by fucking you from behind, bent over a broken desk crushing your face against the hardwood surface. He was an inescapable force while you were powerless to stop any of this from below.
Would only give into his beastial nature to hurt and fuck you if he's already managed to kill the rest of your team. It's not his style to slaughter his obsession until he's taken care of the others, and he doesn't want to let anyone pass by without judgment.
If he doesn't get this opportunity during the trial, Pyramid Head will fantasize about killing you off last while staying buried inside you, feeling your pathetic body crumbling and going limp beneath him.
Paradoxical feelings of sadism and protectiveness for you as Pyramid Head is obsessed with being the only one alloweed to hurt you, judge your soul, or torture you. But all this cruelty is undermined by his motivation to keep you from getting hurt by others.
He is most likely to let you live after making love because the instant gratification of an orgasm, as well as the satisfaction of punishing you himself, will keep him from sending you up to the entity.Â
Consider this Pyramid Head's very niche kind of post-nut clarity.
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untold feelings â taa (pt. 1)
summary: you find yourself in a web of secrecy, long-suppressed desires and untold feelings within the buildings of liverpool fc, and it's bound to become a sticky situation
warnings: contains smut (18+, mdni)
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x fem!reader
notes: this is my first time writing smut and posting it, so i'm sorry if it's ass đ i'm thinking of adding more parts to this bc ive got some ideas cooking, but let me know what you guys think of this part first!
when you started your new job at liverpool fc as a player care officer, you had no idea what awaited you. all you knew was that you'd be in touch with the players most of the time; your main task literally being their first-line support for every- and anything they wanted and needed.
what you didn't expect though, was getting attached to one particular footballer. he was a man of little words, an introverted, closed off, at first seemingly "asshole"âthough that presumption disappeared as you spoke to the guy more often. he was mysterious, a characteristic that ignited your interest in him in the first place. he wasn't your usual outgoing, witless and self-centered footballer, no, instead he kept to himself and only gave well-thought out answers. you tried your best to keep each interaction professional, especially when the news broke out of his new vice captain role, you vowed to not get involved with him, not wanting to be the reason that would put his new role in jeopardy.
you struggled though. the tension was there. you could feel it, he could feel it. if anyone else was in the room, they could feel it too. his eyes would bore into you as you typed away on your computer, logging the information he would give you, his eyes clearly attempting to get a message across. he had no shame in checking you out, scanning every part of your body, before his eyes would meet yours again, a mischievous smirk on his face as he sank further into his chair comfortably, his arms lazily draped along the armrests, his legs spread out.
after a few more appointments and conversations, you noticed him coming out of his shell more. there was no denying that the dynamic between you guys shifted, from a strictly professional one, to a more easygoing and flirty one. when you'd pass each other in the hallways, trent would flash you a cheeky smile, accompanied by a quick wink he made sure only you could see. if the coast was clear, he'd quickly poke your side as he passed, causing you to burst out in giggles. he'd always make sure to pass by your office as well, before heading to training, making sure to wish you a good morning or even bringing you a coffee if time allowed him to.
you enjoyed the secretive thing you had going on with trent, adding a tinge of excitement to your days.
the annual club dinner was the first time you and trent would see each other outside of a professional setting. his eyes never left you that night, observing your every move while simultaneously networking with the people around him, waiting for a moment to catch you alone.
"took you long enough," you joked as you watched him approach you, while you stood at the bar, waiting for your next drink. "were you waiting for me then?" his crossed arms rested on the bar, as he faced forward, allowing you to admire his side profile, "maybe," you shrugged, thanking the barman, before turning to trent once again. though he wasn't very tall, he still towered a little over you, that same cheeky smirk never leaving his face. the tension was unbearable and you knew he felt it too, the presence of his teammates and your colleagues being the only thing stopping you from sharing little touches.
"enjoying yourself?" you asked, looking away from his face as you started feeling nervous under his gaze, "yeah, very much," he let out a chuckle, knowing you were referring to him checking you out, "i'd enjoy it more if i could touch though," trent mumbled, his eyes scanning over the place, the same way yours did.
you were caught by surprise. he'd never verbally expressed what his eyes were insinuating. you never expected him to be so blunt, showing a different side to him than you were used to, "i'm afraid you're just gonna have to stick to looking for now," you tried to play off the feeling that was forming in the pit of your stomach. you wanted to feel his touch just as much as he wanted to touch you, your mind wandering off to the mental images of his body that you'd collected over the past few weeks while observing him in training from the window in your office. "watch out, you might start drooling in a minute," trent joked, amused with his own joke, while you hit his arm with the back of your hand.
you spent the rest of the night flirting back and forth with trent, either through eye contact or subtle touches as you'd pass each other. the night slowly came to an end and trent made sure to check up on you one more time.
"do you want me to drive you home?" trent asked, a hint of hope in his eyes that you'd say yes. you looked around for a second, "i already had a ride, but i don't mind going with you," although your facial expression would never give it away, you felt more nervous with each second passing, the realisation settling in that soon you'd be completely alone with trent.
while trent drove you home, the tension that had built up over the past few weeks only rose. one thing led to another and before you knew it, trent was reclined in the driver's seat, while you had both legs on each side of him. you'd been waiting for this exact moment, to feel his voluptuous and soft lips on yours, savouring every second you spent tasting his mouth. your lips wrapped around his bottom lip, tugging a little as trent's eyes shot closed, his large hands carefully placed on your hips, squeezing them ever so softly. beneath you, you could feel trent grow. seeing him melt under your touch drove you insane, the combination of his shut eyes, parted lips and hushed moans making you feel something you had never felt before.
trent's hands found their way around your back, unzipping the dress you picked with him in mind, as he slowly shed you of your clothing. his fingers eagerly unclasped your bra and as your eyes locked for a split second, you noticed just how hungry he was for you. your dress sat bunched up around your waist, your panties exposed, while your bra was lost somewhere in the car. trent's fingers played with your nipples, an unfamiliar sensation shooting through your body, only trent's touch having that effect on you, "trent," you tried to mumble, his lips never leaving yours, as though he was making up for the past few weeks of depriving him of your touch.
trent's hands roamed around your body, grabbing a handful of your ass, as you leaked more fluid all over your panties. you needed to feel him and you needed to make it clear to him, so as you finally let go of his lips, you cupped his face with your hands, holding him close as you whispered against his swollen lips, "i need you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before," those words leaving your mouth made trent go feral, unbuckling and pulling his pants down with one swift motion, the only barrier between your skin and his being your panties and his boxers. your hands wrapped around the elastic band, pulling the boxers down as his cock sprung free, resting against his stomach.
"fuck," you whispered against his lips, your pussy throbbing, yearning to be filled up. trent wasted no time, holding your panties to the side with one hand, while the other slid against your folds, spreading the moisture across his fingers before pumping his cock in his hands a few times. trent lined himself up with your entrance, the moment you both had silently been waiting for finally here. your hands rested on his broad shoulders as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. picking up your pace, trent was losing his mind and you could tell. his head fell back against the headrest, his hands firmly on your hips, guiding you through your movements. "fucking hell," he cursed, burying his cock deep inside, hitting a spot you didn't even know was possible, your moans getting louder.
you knew he was close from how sloppy each thrust had become, his breathing getting deeper and quicker. you lifted yourself off of him without a warning, his eyes lazily following your every move, high off of the ride you just gave him. you moved back to the passenger's seat, sitting on your knees as you wrapped both hands around his cock, leaving a trail of spit on his tip as you moved up and down as fast as you could, driving him to his climax. cum leaked all over your fingers, while trent cursed under his breath. your mind clouded by feelings of lust and desire, you brought your fingers up to your lips, licking them off as though you'd just finished a meal. trent chuckled as he crashed down from his high, his thumb caressing your cheek, "won't lie, i didn't expect all that from you, ms. wanna keep things professional," he joked, your cheeks heating up at his remark.
the night continued for a while, you'd moved to the backseat, lying on your back as trent supported himself on top of you. with your legs up, resting on trent's shoulders, he slammed into you, your cries being heard from outside the car. "fuc-" you choked on your moans, trent's name leaving your lips, warning him that you were close. trent watched your eyes roll back, his thumb circling between your folds, stimulating your clit, while his thrusts became deeper and slower, "fuck, fuck, fuck," your legs trembled, your body shuddering against trent as you held onto his muscular arms, as he unloaded another load inside of you.
the car felt hot by the end, your sweaty body on top of trent's as you laid your head on his shoulder, one of your hands resting on his exposed chest. the silence cleared your mind enough to think about what had just happened. you had no idea how you went from fighting to get a word out of trent to lying on top of him naked, vulnerable and fucked out in his car, parked in front of your place. if you had any energy left in you, you'd be stressing about how you were supposed to go back to work and pretend like nothing had happenedâat least that's what you were planning on doing.
you knew you crossed a line you shouldn't have, you felt regret as you looked up at trent whose eyes were shut, his breathing steady and calm. you wondered what was going through his mind, if he was thinking the same as you, and if the weight of concealing the intimacy between you both laid as heavily on his heart as it did on yours.
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HI been thinking abt g!p loser yunjin getting emotional during sex đ can i request a somno one where she comes home drunk late at night, looking for reader only to see her asleep on their bed! yunny getting hard at the sight and emotional as she remembers their argument, she couldnât help herself but touch her gf, soft âsorryâsâ and âdonât leave meâ leaving her mouth as she fucks reader đ
TW: somno, angst, happy ending ig. Dubcon. Dacryphilia. Yunjin is insecure.
Can I give you g!p loser somno Yunjin? Yes. Is it from the same storyline as the previous posts? Hell no. That baby would never. That one is fluffy fluffy this is a completely different one ok? Ok đ€š. After clarifying thatâŠđ
âHey, a*hic*nother one, pleaseâŠâ Yunjin said, raising her empty glass, her vision not good enough to catch where the bartender actually was. The guy sighed as he dried a washed glass with a towel.
âListen kid, weâre already closed. Why donât you go home already?â
âHome?â Yunjin asked unconsciously, the memories of that day hitting once again.
ââââââââââFlashbackâââââââââ
You guys were supposed to get home together after a long day. Yunjin was gonna pick you up after your last class of the day, the orange sky and sunlight hitting against her own hair as she waited for you. She had a nice flower in hand, excited to give it to you. Softly placing it near her nose to smell it one more time, she made herself blushed thinking about your smile once she saw you. However, you were not alone. Her smile dropped right away as she left the flower fall somewhere.
There you were, standing with a friend she very well recognized. It was this one girl from the women soccer team of the university. Yunjin knew her name, everybody knew her name. But she never liked using it, making it clear she did not like this person at all.
âShe seems to like you a lotâŠâ she murmured after the first time she saw you talking to Yeji.
âI like her too, sheâs a good friend, and sheâs friends with Yeojin already so itâs coolâ you explained, apparently not getting the message right away.
âHmmmm, not what I meant but whatever..â she said as her pout got bigger, letting go of your hand and crossing her arms in front of her chest. Thatâs when you finally noticed.
âHuh Yunjin, are you jealous?â You asked, trying to stop a giggle.
âMaybe? I mean sheâs athletic and popular, and youâre so pretty, baby. Who wouldnât want you? I wouldnât be surprised if one day you decide you want to give her or somebody else a chanceâŠâ
âOmg shut up, that could never happen. I love you. You, Yunjin.â You told her, taking her hand and kissing her cheek. You didnât have eyes for nobody else but Yunjin, so you didnât wanna hear none of that nonsense.
âYeah but stillâŠâ she murmured, and you simply sighed and continued walking hand in hand, trying to be extra sweet and clingy to your girl to distract her from those thoughts.
You thought it was cute the first couple times, but then her attitude started becoming more serious every time. It wasnât your cute girlfriend being a little jealous and protective. It was like a completely different person taking over your sweet girl. You guys have already had more arguments about this situation. They were never too bad.
Until today.
âOh, hi baby!â You greeted your girlfriend once she met you guys, smiling at her like you did every time, with love and excitement like it was the first time you saw her.
âHi, Yunjinie.â Yeji tried, as always, to be on the good side of the taller girl. Yunjin just looked at her, nodding at her and humming. She looked back at you.
âReady to go? Maybe we can go get something to eat at your favorite restaurant before getting home.â She asked while smiling at you only, not wanting to acknowledge the other girlâs presence more than necessary.
âOh nice! Wanna join us before going home, Yeji?â You asked your friend, knowing she lived very close to your building. Yunjinâs smile left again, rolling her eyes.
âOh! Actually-â
âDonât you have somewhere else to be today?â Yunjin murmured, a bored tone that she didnât try to hide. In her mind, this was the least rude she could be towards Yeji.
âHuh YunjinâŠâ you warned her, a challenging tone growing in your throat and your eyes telling you werenât gonna tolerate that.
âItâs ok, y/n.â Yeji said with an awkward laugh, trying to avoid yet another conflict. Unfortunately, she has been present before when your girlfriend showed clearly discomfort with her presence near you. âI canât go anyways, Liaâs class must be almost done, and we have a date today soâŠâ she commented, a slight blush appearing on the girlâs face. âAnyways, see you later.â The older girl said with a smile, waving her hand as she walked away quickly to go pick up her own girlfriend. You smiled and waved back at her, and once you turned back at Yunjin, her face was still showing she was upset. You shook your head, starting to walk. She followed you behind.
âWhat, youâre gonna leave me here now?â She asked as you didnât give her a chance to walk beside you. You rolled your eyes.
âWhat the fuck, Yunjin?â You asked her as you slowed down a bit so she could catch up. âIâm tired of you being rude to every friend I have. First it was Chaeyoung and Yeojin and now-â
âYeojin wouldnât stop touching you! Am I supposed to be ok with that?!â She interrupted you, her voice getting a little louder and shaky.
âAnd now!â You interrupted her back, making her go quiet. âShe barely looks me in the eye when youâre present âcause she knows you get easily jealous.â Yunjin scratched the back of her neck as she opened the carâs door for you. Once she got in the driverâs seat, she spoke again. Her voice changing to a sadder one.
âIâm just scared of losing you, y/n. You know thatâŠâ she said, as she started driving. You looked at her, examining her face. You could tell she was in distress about this. However, being insecure didnât give her the right to treat your friends bad. You stayed quiet for a little while as she drove. Once you were walking to your apartment, you spoke again.
âIâve told you Yeji has a girlfriend, yet youâre still treating her like this.â You heard her huff.
âAm I supposed to believe that?â
âExcuse me?â You looked at her with a frown, clearly offended.
âIf she had a girlfriend she wouldnât be stuck to your side all the fucking time.â Yunjin said, her voice getting deeper than normal. She was very upset, but so were you.
âBecause sheâs my friend, Yunjin! Friends spend time together! Why canât you understand the concept of that?â You told her in the same tone, seriously tired of the constant fighting about such an insignificant thing as you hanging out with your friends.
âI donât spend all the time stuck to my friends.â she remarked once you opened the door.
âEven if you did, I wouldnât be making these scenes because I actually trust you. Do you even trust me?â
âIt has nothing to do with that-â
âDo you even trust me, Huh Yunjin?!â You asked her again in a louder tone. You were not gonna let her evade this question. Yunjin didnât like your tone nor the accusations. So instead of processing what she actually felt, she acted impulsively.
âNo! I donât trust you nor your fucking flirty friends! Iâm tired of all this!â She yelled, her breathing becoming irregular.
You went quiet, feeling your heart hurt. The girl you loved didnât trust you. Youâve done everything in your power to show her sheâs your one and only. That nobody else comes even close to her in your heart. Yet her insecurities were hurting you both.
âThen go.â You said after you swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes already getting watery.
âWhatâŠâ she whispered, starting to panic as she felt her heart sink.
âTrust is the most important thing in a relationship, with honesty. If we donât have that, we donât have nothing.â
âOh my god I am so sorry, y/n⊠I didnât mean to say any of that.â She tried apologizing, the weight of her words hitting her. Hard. She fucked up.
âIf you donât even trust me, then why havenât you left?â You asked her, feeling that even speaking was hard at the moment.
âIâm sorry. Iâll work on it. Please give me another chance, baby. Please.â Your girlfriend said, trying to hold your hands but you put them close to you avoiding this, such action breaking her heart a little more âcause youâve never rejected her touch before.
âIâve been patient and understanding but your jealousy just keeps getting worse. I need some time right nowâŠâ
âNo! Please donât.. please baby, donât say thatâŠâ tears were threatening to come out already, her hands trembling at the idea of losing you.
âAt least for tonight. I need to think about us, please go Yunjin.â You almost begged, voice getting softer due to the sadness taking over the anger now.
ây/n, pleaseâŠâ
âJust leave, Yunjin. I need some space today, please.â You said, not even looking at her. You couldnât, because if you did you would ask her to stay and you actually needed some alone time to calm down. You heard her hesitate, but nevertheless her steps resonated in the now empty room.
ââââââââEnd of flashbackââââââââ
âMy home doesnât want me at homeâŠâ Yunjin said as she began sobbing again. The bartender, weirded out, tried comforting her after calling a taxi for the young woman.
âListen dude, I donât know who hurt you, but you gotta go home. Thereâs a taxi outside ok? Just tell them where to go and I donât know, get some makeup sex or something.â
âMakeup sex? Hmm..â the idea of it already causing an effect on her intoxicated mind. She quietly went home, with only the image of you in her thoughts, feeling her friend reacting to it.
ây/n? Baby are you h*hic*ome?â Yunjin asked once she stepped foot on the living room of your apartment, clumsily looking for you. âI-Iâm sorry baby⊠please I l*hic*love you. Let me show you I love you.â
When she didnât get a response, she made her way to your shared room. Her messy hair in front of her eyes making it a little extra complicated for her to see where she was going, but she wasnât that messed up yet. Once she got to the bedroom, she found you deep in your sleep, looking beautiful as ever. She always thought you looked cute when sleeping, but tonight when she noticed how you were using nothing but her big shirt, the blanket barely covering your naked legs, cute wasnât the word sheâd use to describe you.
âGod youâre so sexy, so perfect⊠I could never lose youâŠâ she said as she got closer to the bed, falling sat next to you. The new weight made you move a bit, but it didnât wake you up. âPlease w-wake up, darling. I need youâŠâ she whispered as she fixed her member, that was already getting hard by the view in front of her. Her other hand traveled to your thigh, caressing the skin as she slowly made her way to your ass. With the shirt going up a bit, she could see that you really were using nothing but her shirt.
âYou knew I was c*hic*oming, Hmm?â She hummed, getting rid of her jacket and unbuttoning her pants to get her hand inside them, touching herself on top of her boxers. Soft groans escaping Yunjinâs lips as she felt her member getting harder and harder. She couldnât help but put your shirt a little higher, leaving kisses on your stomach. Her lips slowly going up until she was kissing your chest, going from one nipple to the other. She was straight up moaning against your chest as she slowly sucked on them. With her dick already out of her pants, she needed to have you. She needed to prove to you she loved you always. As she made her way between your legs, she slowly started stroking her cock, licking her own lips before starting to eat you out. Yunjin could feel you softly moving under her, but you were a heavy sleeper. âSo good.. tastes so good, baby.â She said as she made out with your pussy in such a messy but sensual way. The little whimpers coming from her as she stimulated both of you, and the little groans youâd let out in your sleep, were the only sounds Yunjinâs ears could catch. âP-please donât leave.. if you do.. Youâd break my heart..â the taller girl said, kissing your thighs, the idea of you actually leaving being an option got her sad again. As her eyes got watery, she fixed herself better between your legs, her member against your now very wet cunt, making sure to get herself wet too so she doesnât hurt you. More soft sounds were coming from you, similar to the ones you do when awake. Yunjinâs clouded mind was thinking that maybe, if your body was reacting to her like this even when asleep, then you didnât really want to leave. âOh fuckâŠâ she moaned as she slowly entered you. âPlease donât leave, Iâm gonna miss this pussy too muchâŠâ
She started thrusting inside you slowly, sighing as your tight pussy grabbed around her so good every single time. She loved how well your bodies understood each other, and the thought of it being like this even when youâre not awake got her dick twisting inside you. This didnât stop her from being sad though, knowing that after your argument that day, you probably wouldnât have accepted this so easily.
âPleaseâŠâ Yunjin whispered, her voice breaking in between pleads, tears threatening to fall âplease d-donât leave me.. I can be better than them.. p-promise..â she sobbed, the warmth of your body bringing both comfort and sadness, scared the next morning youâd be gone.
âWhat.. what the.. fuck? Hmmm.. Jen?â You murmured as her rougher actions slowly started to wake you up âw-what are you-â
âPlease l-let me do it, if youâre gonna leave..â she said in between sobs âlet me have you one last t*hic*ime..â
âW-who said I- fuck~ was gonna leave, baby?â You asked her, confused in between moans. Your hands automatically hugged her shoulders as you felt her cock reaching those spots inside you only Yunjin could ever get to know.
âI r-ruined it.. but please donât go. Iâm s-sorry, y/n. I love youâŠâ she said, her moves now a little softer and slower. However you werenât angry at her, how could you when she felt so good deep inside you, and her tears making her look so cute and pathetic, turning you on so much for some reason. You didnât care to understand it though, your mind also getting clouded by desire for her.
âSo cute when you cry. Do you feel sorry, baby?â You asked her, grabbing her face. She nodded eagerly, tears running down her face. âWhy.. why are you sorry, tell me.â
âHmmgh y/n.. Iâm sorry for b-being mean, and jealousâŠâ she dragged her words, but you were able to make out what she was saying. âS-sorry for not asking for permission firstâŠâ her sobs became more intense, but so did her thrusts inside you and you werenât sure if her tears were more sadness or pleasure, probably a mix of both. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry y/n.. Hmm pleaseâŠâ
âShhh, keep going baby, donât you dare stop.â You threatened her, her teary eyes making your pussy clench around her cock, making your girlfriend moan loudly âsuch a fucking good cock, feels so goodâŠâ
âHmmm fuck⊠you feel so good too, wanna be inside you foreverâŠâ she said as she pounded your pussy so good. Even when drunk, she knew what your face was saying, knowing she was hitting you in a spot you really like, getting you closer. âLike this, baby? D-does my cock feel good here?â
âSo good⊠donât you fucking stop.. Hmm fuck, baby!â You came intensely as her name kept coming from your mouth again and again, music for her ears. The sensation also making her moan, feeling herself too close.
ây/n, Iâm gonna comeâŠâ she warned you, but you werenât done with her punishment. You turned you guys around, holding her wrists against the mattress and riding her âoh godâŠâ she moaned as she bit her lip. When you felt her dick inside you twisting, meaning her orgasm was just seconds away, you quickly got off her, ruining her orgasm as she finished untouched âAhh! F-fuck.. nooo.. fuck!â She whimpered and cried as her cum ended on her thighs and some on her abs. âWhy⊠that hurt, y/n..â she complained, hissing a bit when a cold wet towel made contact with her skin to clean her.
âThatâs what you get for being a bad girl.â You told her, receiving a groan for her. When you turned around to see her, her eyes were still full of tears, a pout on her face. You simply laughed before holding her closer to you. âDonât worry baby, tomorrow when youâre sober Iâll make sure to take care of you good.â
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Ok.. so this is for rise. Imagine, like future reader having comed back with CJ, but they only appears after the fight. And reader is just f/caked up, compared to the current reader. Idk if Iâm making sense.
This could be platonic, or romantic but itâs just basically. How would the present turtles react to their future best friend/SO from future looking so scard and mentally and physically exhausted and so âout of characterâ, their personality has completely changed, they are just, grieving, and grumpy.
Sorry if this doesnât make sense đ
AN: I think I just puked from excitement, holy cheese. I've wanted to write something related to the movie but wasn't sure what, so thank you Anon đ I hope I got the right idea. I've also only seen the movie once so apologies for any inaccuracies :')
Past Days, Future Pain
Rise Turtles x Reader
Warnings: contains spoilers for the ROTTMNT Movie, angst
Premise:Â
You knew that Michelangelo opening a portal into the past would be a gamble. You knew there was a chance that there would be complications. You just didn't expect to get separated from Casey Jr upon entry. In actuality, you hadn't anticipated to be joining him in his journey at all. The fight with the Kraang was meant to continue with you in it but Leonardo just had to push you into the portal. There's no telling what negative developments could arise with you being here and bumping into your old friends and, more importantly, your younger self. A worn laugh breaches your lips in a huff. Donatello would have a field day with this last-minute decision made by his brother.Â
From atop a building, you gaze over the pristine city, untouched by the nearing destruction you have grown so used to. It would be nice to say that everything is just as you remember it but this peace is a luxury you have long forgotten. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath in. The air is so clean - a statement you never thought you would use to describe New York of all places. Voices dance all around, engaging in their idle chatter, obliviously free.Â
You frown. No time. There's no time to get nostalgic. Doomsday is just around the corner and there's no telling if that ball's already running in motion. Casey may have been born in ruin but you'll be damned if he witnesses apocalypse's birth.
Hours later, you would find out that, yes, doomsday is ripening into a poisonous fruit. Kraang minions are littered around the city, gravitating around the tall building where, just above it, Pandoraâs box is open. It's too late, isn't it? The one chance you had. Gone. Your bleak reality is returning to fruition. As monstrous beings come at you left and right, your world darkens in tandem with all around you. Hope is lost for a second time. All the same, you continue to fight. Every breath, every swing, could be your last but still, you fight in the hope of at least finding Casey. You need to find him.Â
By the time you do, all is vanquished. You could cry from joy if part of you didnât believe it was all a dream. There, you see all your old friends. Some you would have seen just hours ago, others you havenât seen in many years. You pull the goggles from your face and rest them on your head for a better look.Â
âSorry, Iâm late. Did I miss the grand finale?â
They all turn when they hear the new voice and each goes wide-eyed. The turtles look between you and⊠you! Present you. Future you. Young. Old. The space-time continuum isnât going to like this one. Itâs one thing to meet the son of Cassandra but a future (Y/n)? Wild. Looks like theyâll be getting to know you. Again.
There's no way to return home. Your home is gone. Now that the timeline has changed, the only thing to do is to get comfortable. It'll be difficult. The only comfort you know is terrorised screams and running for your life. Adjusting to the world from which you came is going to be no easy feat and the turtles adjusting to this version of you is⊠wellâŠ
Raphael
The Wounded Warrior
To a fault, itâs always been Raphâs mission to protect you, ever since you first met. It saddens him to know that his future self couldnât do that for you. From head to toe, youâre practically littered with scars. He doesnât want to seem rude by staring but he canât help it. Heâs ridden with guilt for events that havenât even happened. Events that wonât happen now thanks to them but that doesnât change the fact that theyâve still happened to you. He notices how you avoid mirrors, how you avoid reflective surfaces altogether.
His fingers absentmindedly glide beneath his right eye. To an extent, he can understand what youâre going through. His experience doesnât dare compare to what nightmares youâve endured but itâs the ownership of a wound from said experiences. The memory associated with it and being reminded of those horrors every time you so much as look at yourself. Itâs tiring. You look so tired; worn, broken, and beat.
Raphael frowns at himself. It would be hypocritical of him to preach tribute to your valour when he struggles to acknowledge his own. He could try all he wants to make you feel better but youâd likely call him out on the irony. That doesnât stop Casey Jr and his brothers from psyching you both up when they recount stories from your ventures. It lumps the two of you into a corner but a corner you share nonetheless. As the others share their tales, he looks down at you, noting the way you fidget and avoid the praise. When he pulls you in for a side hug, you look up at him and he flashes a coy smile, making you do the same. Thereâs not much he can do for your physical scars but he can be there to share in the mild awkwardness of being glorified at least.Â
Leonardo
The Tortured Trooper
He tries many times to get a laugh out of you, just as he would with the (Y/n) heâs grown to cherish but no dice. Nothing he does works and itâs such a harrowing disparity. He himself has had a life-changing revelation because of all thatâs happened but he couldnât imagine what 20 years of that could do to a person. Well, he doesnât need to imagine it. The result is right in front of him and translated through your future self. When he isnât trying to put on some show for your amusement, he watches you. He notices how you stare off into dead space. Your eyes pale and glass over and he doesnât need to think hard about where you disappear off to.Â
One night, heâs unable to sleep, pondering ways to get you out of your funk. His thinking would get cut short, however, when he hears a shrill cry come from your quarters. Sword in hand, he bolts for your room, expecting to find a threat but itâs just you. Youâre hunched over, shaking and struggling for air, drenched in sweat. He carefully drops his sword and crawls out in front of you, trying to get you to calm down. You latch onto him with a deathly grip as if your life depended on it.Â
"I saw you die b-before coming here,â you sob out in broken breaths.
These are rare moments for Leo but itâs the kind of time where he doesnât know what to say. No quip, no bad joke, no charming motivation. Nothing. All he can think to do is hold you and let you cry into his shoulder. Itâs not much but if he can at least be there for these dark hours, thatâs enough.
Donatello
The Hateful Hero
He's so used to fighting your present self's hug attempts that your chosen isolation throws him off course. Any attempt to even breathe in your direction is met with a raised weapon and a second-nature standoffishness. The laser-focused glare in your eyes for the short second youâre ready for battle is enough to give Donnie chills. He knows youâve been through a lot but himself and everyone else included are your friends, arenât they? Theyâre the one group of people guaranteed that youâre safe around.
Hypothesis: youâre so used to fighting for your life, that your body doesnât know how to readjust to a more peaceful setting. As peaceful as you can get in this place, anyway. Your fight or flight response must be fried, constantly geared in combat mode. He tries to make the lair as hospitable as possible, filling it with things he knows his version of you likes. This only enrages you further and he has to believe that his initial theory may have been slightly off. When he tries to get an answer as to why, you just sit back in your corner and scowl off.
âHow do I know this wonât all go away, too?â you ask bitterly.
Donnie stares down at you and slowly joins your side with no response. He dislikes questions he canât answer with his usual certainty but he doubts any reassurance could put you at ease right now. Itâs clear to him now. Youâre scared to get close in case you lose it all again. He canât guarantee that another doomsday wonât arise but he can say that theyâll be ready, at least. Until youâre soothed of your worries, heâll let that be known every day if he has to.
Michelangelo
The Sullen Soldier
Mikey has always valued togetherness with his family and friends. Heâs always cherished the joy that comes with unity, the memories that you make together. Thatâs why itâs so heartbreaking to see you shy away from the entire group. The only person who can get more than a few words out of you is Casey Jr but thatâs understandable given all of what youâve been through together. What happened to his fun-loving (Y/n) to turn you into this husk of a person? In hindsight, he and his brothers only caught a glimpse of the disastrous future from whence you came and thatâll be enough to last him a lifetime.
That makes this all the more terrible in his eyes. The world has been saved, the threat vanquished, and everyone is happy except for you - the one person who, outside of his family, means the most to him. He knows that deep down inside that gloomy shell you want to be a part of the household. You just need a gentle push in the right direction.Â
Whatâs the one thing that fixes everything? Pizza! Thatâll do the trick for sure! It may not necessarily fix everything but itâll get a smile out of you. Thatâs all he wants. You take that first bite and he sits at the ready. Even a little smirk would be good enough. Your lips move and then they start wobbling. Before he knows it, theyâre scrunched up and silent tears run down your cheeks. He assumes heâs done more damage than good but, then, you smile up at him sadly with watery eyes and quietly thank him. Mikey can feel tears of his own blur his vision as he joins you. Heâll know the world is right when you can spend time together without crying over each other.
Bonus:
The Knowledgable Knight
You donât even recognise the person youâre looking at despite it being you. This young dear, so bright-eyed and so unknowing to the terrors you carry with you. A version of you long bypassed from the two decades of war. They have so many questions they wish to ask - you can tell - but they hold back in fear of seeming insensitive. You almost find it funny given who they are.
When there is a moment alone, you only have one thing to say, âLife is precious, so lead yours reasonably and to the fullest, okay?âÂ
They smile sadly and nod in understanding. They donât need to know all of what youâve gone through to know that life shouldnât be taken advantage of. Itâs a lesson to learn from yourself and, funny enough, yourself.
âAnd one other thing,â you continue, playfulness hinted with the light smirk on your face. âFor the love of God, just tell him how you feel already. You never know if you might end up losing your chance.â
Your younger self goes wide-eyed and thereâs practically steam coming off their face but they give you their promise with a raised thumb. You do the same and wish them all the best. Even if youâve had a life of lost opportunities and lost love, that doesnât mean the same needs to be true for you again. You watch them run off and glance around the room. Whilst you hold the pain of a future no longer to be, you can take solace in the fact that it wonât be repeated. The apocalypse canât lay its wretched hands on anyone else. You sit down and let your weary bones rest, well and truly for the first time in years. A long breath washes out of you and, finally, you feel a sense of ease.Â
Maybe there is such a thing as second chances.
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Hey! Hey, you! Yeah, you. Got a little message for ya!
There's no telling where life is going to go, what challenges it'll throw your way. We may be left with scars, or feeling hopeless. Sometimes our pain comes back to haunt us, or we lash out. Just know that it gets easier. We are all heroes of our own battles. We've lived to tell the tale and we are strong. Don't ever forget that. Keep your head held high and keep your loved ones close, whether that be family, friends, pets, or four awesome turtles <3
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Hey, I hope this request motivates you a bit! I was wondering if you could do little scenarios with the Rise boys reacting to accidentally hitting their S/O while they stretched?
You know that thing that happens when you're standing too close to someone and they move or do something and end up hitting you in the face, it happened to me at college sobs đ
Have a lovely day! <3
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authorâs note: sksksks sure sure, I wanna say this has happened to me too but I canât recall a specific scenario which makes me think it has happened just Iâve obliterated it from my memory out of embarrassment?!?
note 2.0: so I did Raphâs first, forever ago and a bit of Leoâs then just now I did Donnieâs and Mikeyâs, everyoneâs is a bit different and itâs like 3am idk how to feel! BUT WE POST ANYWAYS
warnings: cursing, injuries caused by accident, attempts at humor, crack, fluff, unedited
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Raph was super excited to help you learn self-defense! It was a great skill to have. Just in case ya know! Plus it would make you feel more confident too.
âFirst things first! We gotta loosen up, I usually start with arm stretches.â Raph said with a toothy grin. He couldnât stop smiling. He loved being able to hang out with you, but you had asked him personally to train you for self defense. Not any of his brothers! He was honored and didnât want to mess up!
Raph then grabbed his left elbow and started to pull it, making the muscles there taunt. You immediately started to copy him. Asking if your form was right which had Raph moving closer and correcting you just slightly. âJust like that! Now other side!â And when Raph went through with the motion of doing his other arm, it was too late.
The smack resounded throughout the weight room and if things couldnât be anymore horrible, because of his stature, he had quite literally smacked your face.
Stunned you held your cheek. It stung. And Raph was a ball of tears instantly. âOhâ Y/n!!!! Are you okay??? Iâm so sorry!!! I didnât mean to, I shouldâve backed up!! I got too close andâ Raphâs so so sorry.â He was on his knees in front of you. Telling you to smack his face in return. And you just laughed, saying that it was okay.
âOnce I learn these self defense moves you wonât be able to land a hit like that again!â You joked.
Raph could only whimper. He felt horrible. He was a horrible teacher! And it took some convincing from you to get the ball rolling again. He sniffled here and there because he just couldnât get it out of his mind. He was hard on himself for sure. Even though it was an accident he wouldnât forgive himself!!
Leo was prone to doing weird shit randomly. Like striking a pose anywhere, anytime he saw fit. So while sure I could totally come up with a prompt for stretching like I did with RaphâŠbut in my headâŠmore realistically⊠it would be because Leo was up to his regular shenanigans again!
He had texted you not that long ago that he was planning on portal-ing over! It was a common occurrence, it made for traveling back and forth to the lair fast. If only the side effects wouldnât hit you like that one ride at the fair, the Spaceship 9000?? The one that spins, and spins, and spins so fast that the piece of metal your buckled into moves up and down??? Right?? Iâve only went on it once so this is like a very bad descriptor but hopefully someone knows what the heck Iâm talking about.
Going through a Leo portal was like that. The feeling of getting spun around so much that your stomach didnât feel like it was in your body anymore. More like it was splattered all over the ground. Or three miles back in the direction from which you came. You wondered absentmindedly if all portals were like that. Or if that was just because of Leo?
Anyhow, it had been a while since he had sent you that message. You were used to him coming instantly after sending the message. Really not even giving you enough time to read the damn text! You sighed and got up from your bed and headed to the living room where he would be portal-ing in. But instead of going to the couch, you wanted to try and guess where the fool would land. Maybe closer to the actual door, as if he had used it to begin with?
It was while you were thinking, that a blue portal opened above head not but mere inches to the left of you. There had been no whirring or whizzing noises. No âGeronimo!!â Or âHeads up!â call outs. It was ninja silent stealth mode at which Leo came in. Eyes closed, and once he was through, only then did he holler, âAnd he sticks the landiââ
A loud thwack could be heard as one of his hands collided into you as he did a ridiculous windmill motion with his arms to steady himself. And it hurt like hell where he had slapped your arm. âShiiiiiiiiiiiittttt!â The force had knocked you a little ways away too! As you held your arm where it stung and closed your eyes to not start crying, and then your mouth to not start yelling.
âY/n???â Leo opened his eyes and shook the hand that had hit your arm. âMy bad! Youâre usually in your room when I come, and I justâ I donât know!â He rambled, a nervous smile on his face as he watched you close up.
Silence. Breathing. That was all that could be heard. Leo started feeling really guilty. He hadnât been holding back his strength because he was an idiot and didnât know you were there. âIâm really sorry..â he murmured. Not coming in close because he didnât want to anger you further.
âItâs..cool!â You shook your arm, eyes opening and god damn it they were watery. âOh no itâs not. Let me get you some ice. Fuck. Iâm really really sorry.â Leo springs into action at the sight of your unshed tears. âI know you didnât do it on purpose.â You tried to console him but didnât deny the need for ice. Relief was felt when the ice pack met your skin. âStill wanna come over?â He asked timidly, wondering if he had ruined today in general too. âDuh, Iâm going to be fine Leo! How about we stop for ice cream, on you and then itâs all even mkay?â
Because you knew if you didnât say this then he would just continue to hold onto the guilt despite all your words and reassurances. âOne waffle cone coming up!!â Leo cheered, his dramatics back on as he twirled a sword to make another flashy portal, you could only hope you would survive the journey.
Donnie has a stick. âTechnically Y/n, itâs a bo. Bo staff. Not a stick.â Your eyes narrowed in on his weapon of choice. âLooks like a metal stick to me.â You told him plainly. He huffed. He knew that his weapon wasnât always the one to wow people away. It wasnât flashy like some people *cough* *cough* leo *cough*. âOkay I lied, itâs not just a bo, itâs a tech bo!â Donnie emphasized, spinning the said weapon around between his fingers before making it land on the ground vertically. Before you could question further he clicked a very inconspicuous spot on the bo, which was basically a finger-print reader that took half a millisecond to expand out and show off a variety of other weapons attached to his bo.
A saw, a drill, and the list could go on but those were the main two you recognized before it contracted back into stick form as you liked to call it. âNice,â you nodded, giving Donnie his props where they were due, because it was pretty cool. It was like a multi-tool. You said that aloud too.
âYeah but way better cause I made it.â Donnie amended because he couldnât allow himself to be compared to such everyday items. He was better. Much better.
You opened your palm out, âcan I try?â Insinuating you wanted a go at holding his stick. Well, his tech bo. But he made you spell it out for him. âTry what exactly?â He asked, right eyebrow raising. âHolding the stickâ âItâs not a stick.â âOkay okay, can I try to hold the tech stick?â âMaybe, if you say it properly and also realize that you are most definitely going to hurt yourself with my tech bo.â
You made a face at that. âI most certainly am not!â You retorted and made a grab for the tEcH bO. It was out of your reach before you could even get close. And this game of keep away continued until you, asked with a âpretty please can I hold your almighty tech bo!?â Donnie was satisfied, clearly, with a smug look on his face as he allowed you to snatch it away from his hold. Finally.
You turned it around in your hands. Making slow circles. Donnie immediately trying to coach you on a better method, âYour feet arenât in the right position~!â He chirped happily, as if correcting you was an absolute pleasure. He continued to badger you, despite your genuine efforts to improve. And at one point it all became too much, like he was being haughty. Holding it over your head that you werenât catching on quickly.
âI get it Donnie! I suck!â You yelled and brought the metal bo down sharply. Right on your toes. You did have socks on. But the thin material did nothing to prevent the instant pain that had you crumpling down, bo falling out of your hand to instead cradle your injured foot.
It was embarrassing. The loud clatter of the bo hitting the ground, the rush of Donnie coming in close, kneeling to try and analyze the damage. You were so angry and so embarrassed that despite the pain, you pushed him away. Sniffling and whimpering, âLeave me alone!â You cried. And yep you were crying. Rocking back and forth now on your butt in an attempt to somehow ease the pain that was flowing from your toes, through your foot, all the way up to your ankle. Had you broken something?!?
Of course you hadnât pushed him far, nor hard enough to knock him down. But he felt horrible. He felt like he was the reason this had all happened in the first place. Egging you on and messing with your head, truly being a bit of a jerk. âJust let me look please? It may be broken Y/n, itâs..high grade titaniumâŠâ he muttered the last bit because he was in no way trying to show that off in this moment. And the look in your eyes when you finally met his concerned stare was heartbreaking. He saw how red and puffy they were from the agitated tears, your cheeks ruddy as well. âPlease?â He tried again. Coming in close hands up and out as a show of meaning no harm.
Slowly, your hand came away from your own toes, and Donnie peeled off your sock and assessed the injury. Light touches here and there and profusely apologized when you hissed in pain. âItâs not broken! Just bruised, pretty badly, Iâll go get some ice and then some wraps, just stay right there, donât move!â And he was off moving swiftly as went in search for the items he required.
He gave you the ice, letting you decide how much pressure to put on the wound, and he stayed silent as he got out a few different wraps. As your tears dried and the sniffling ceased, you noticed how serious Donnie looked. When he came back down to kneel by your foot, he decided to checkup the entire area. âWhat about this, does this hurt?â He asked pressing lightly on a different part on the top of your foot. âNot really, itâs all getting kind of numb now,â the ice was doing its magic. He nodded, chewing on his lower lip. âI think I should wrap it now,â he said but made no move to start until you gave him the go ahead.
He was very careful. Taking all the time in the world to make sure the wrapping was perfect. When he finished he sighed, and looked up at you sincerely, âIâm sorry for being such an ass⊠you were doing really well but I just kept..â he sighed again shaking his head as it dropped. Looking back down at your wrapped foot. âDee.. we like to get in each otherâs nerves, you just did a really great job this time around,â you admitted with a slight laugh. But he only smiled weakly, still feeling so guilty. You huffed and shoved at his shoulder lightly, âhey, honestly I think it was your bo getting back at me for calling it a stick so many times!â
He couldnât help but smile at that one. If only a little. âHow about this? You grovel for the rest of the day, andddd order my favorite pizza?â He was quiet, thinking. âHow about I just get the pizza?â Finally looking up and looking a bit better, âI donât knowwwwâŠâ and the two of you were going back and forth once more, laughing it off.
Mikey, bless his heart, was having a fabulous time when it came to your yoga sessions. You had gotten into it and dragged the brothers into your new hobby. But the only brother who truly stuck with it was Mikey. Of course this shouldâve been a no brainer, what with his acrobatic skills when it came to soaring into the air, from building to building.
So it wasnât odd that the two of you were together in the gym alone at the lair. Sometimes heâd come over to your flat and the two of you would yoga in the only big room you had (the living room). But most times it was more convenient to do it in a space that was created with exercise in mind. After getting nice and warmed up, talking about each others day and updating one another on any tea it was time to get down to business.
âWhatâs on the roster today??â Mikey asked already bouncing lightly back and forth. Pumped to do anything when it came to hanging out with you. âAhhh letâs see!â All the gossip had left your brain clueless to the new yoga you had learned recently so you needed to open up your phone and check your notes really quickly.
Mikey (ever the busybody) came in close, going up on his tippy toes to peer at your screen. Your elbow went out playfully, hitting him in the side plastron. He feigned injury, staggering back clutching where you had touched. âBetrayal!â He fake coughed. âAnd I thought Leo was the dramatic one!â You teased further.
At this both hands moved to cover his heart. âTake that back!!â He gasped though he could hardly hide his pleased smile. âAnd if I donât??â You countered, forgetting about the phone as the screen turned black under inactivity. âThen Iâll make you!â Mikeyâs face turned downright villainous (as much as a cutie patootie can), hands up and fingers at the ready to tickle you into submission.
Immediately you were fleeing. You were no stranger to Mikeyâs tickling in fact the last time you had been caught in his clutches you were begging for mercy. You almost gave in right then and there at the memory but you couldnât help but think that maybe this time you could get away.
Fool. What a foolish thought.
You were a yoga hobbyist. Mikey was a fucking ninja! The odds would never be in your favor, but he did let you think you had a chance. Letting you run around in their home gym, getting by with barely a fingertips distance away. You were breathless by the time he caught you which only worsened when he started tickling at your sides and neck.
He had you trapped, he was on top of you, between your legs, hands moving fast and causing you to laugh out of control. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, your leg jumped out and tried to slam into Mikeyâs side to free yourself from further torture. But he had actually bent down lower making the trajectory straight for his head. It mustâve been ninja instincts because he caught your leg easily in a tight grasp.
âMercy!â You called out breathlessly. To which he clicked his tongue, letting go of your leg to go back to tickling. That obviously hadnât been what he wanted to hear. âOkay okay! I take it back!â You pleaded, batting away his hands quickly. To which he continued to try and get past until he moved way too fast for you, smacking your chin accidentally when he had been aiming to just tickle your neck.
Time force. As the sound resounded, with your punctuating âOw!â Mikey froze. Hands still, pupils shaking as it replayed in his mind. He had hit you. Accidentally of course. But. He had hit you. You were still in pain, recovering from the shock and rubbing your sore chin. While he was receding into his shell, his hands moving back into himself as he apologized. âI-Iâm so sorry! I didnât mean to! I donât know what, it was just so fast, Iâm sorry!!â He was blubbering, by the time you opened your eyes to see how much this had hurt him too.
âAngie! I know! Hey, we were just roughhousing! It got out of hand, itâs okay! I know you didnât mean it. It was an accident!â And he clung to that word. âIt really was an accident. An accident. Iâm so sorry. What should I do? Lemme see!â His hands moved suddenly to touch your chin but it was like the sight of his own hands getting close to you made him fearful. He retracted once more, squeezing them into fists and putting them to his chest as he moved to get off of you. To give you space.
âMikey!â You chastised, getting up and following after him. You grabbed his hands, holding them. âHey hey, itâs okay! Look Iâm not afraid of them and neither should you. It was an accident Mikey, plus Iâm already feeling better.â Slowly his fists unfurled and you brought his hands up to your face, positioning them to cup your face. He looked up, with a watery smile. âIâm really sorry,â he said one more time. âI know,â you smiled down at him. âItâs okay!â You made sure to say. And he nodded, relaxing a bit as a shaky breath went through his body before his hands held onto you more securely. Rubbing his fingers back and forth soothingly.
Then he moved back, only to jump and tackle you into a crushing hug. âYoga?â He asked while digging his head into your neck. âYoga!â You agreed, and he held onto you like a monkey for a bit before clambering off to return to his mat. âAlright alright, position number one!â
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hii mutualâĄâĄ
can I request a lloyd x reader about them meeting at a comic store? just fluff and cute awkwardness that ends in the reader getting a date.. if you can please that thank you!!
Hello mootie!! This is such a cutie idea đđliterally was so excited to write this one^^ Sorry if it seems rushed in the end i was a tad bit stuck on how to get the ending, lol ENJOYY đ«¶
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Lloyd Garmadon {Starfarer}
Walking down the different shelfs of comic books, figurines along with other merch spread on walls. Being here was a goal everytime, finding the latest comic book of Starfarer. Sadly with every try it was gone and had to wait for next delivery comes in.
There is was, in all its glory wrapped in plastic being the last one standing. With heist they moved to grab it, without seeing the other person looking at it. To consumed with the thought of bringing it home.
Reaching out to take it when another hand took the other side at the same time, they both quickly looked at each other. He was a taller with at least half a head of blond hair, bright green eyes. Faint freckles adorning his face.
"Ah, sorry" moving my hand from the comic out panic, chuckling dryly. "Did not see anyone else.. reaching for it."Â initiating the situation, yet he didn't seem upset at all which made them feel better "Heh, yeah no biggie at all." Waving his hands dismissively with a slight lopsided grin, showing his weak dimples.
The silence spoke volums, both holding they're breaths. Not sure what to say nor what to do, kind of just looking at each other for a few seconds. "I oh uh, you can have it. Seemed like you wanted almost more than i do." Using his fallen hand holding the comic book up to give it to them, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. Trying to avoid eye contact at all cost from his side.
"Oh! No no." Waving one hand in disagremente, "You we're here first, it's only right if you take it." Both arms falling down, polite smile alongside a singular headshake. "I insist." He chuckled dryly, matching with his arms resting by his side. Soon to be lifted to surrender. "Ay, fine I'll take it." With his reaction only made a small grin reach they're face.
Silence once again strike the duo, before a voice spoke up seemingly in a hurry. "Lloyd! We've got to go, Wu wants to see us all." Both turning heads to see spikey brown hair, leaving only one them to question how his hair did such?
"I'll be out in a second, Kai." He mumbled seemingly annoyed at the interruption. After being left alone to us two he gifted me another smile, "Sorry about him, see you around?" Raising a brow at his question but nodding nontheless. "Sure." The agreement seemed to make his smile widen to a genuine grin. The dimples showcasing further.
Without another moment he seemed to be out the doors leaving but not before turning back for a second, they had noticed the comic book, Starfarer wasn't bought? Looking down to see it placed in they're hands, surprised how they didn't noticed, feeling a paper on the back which resolved by flipping the book. Stuck on a neon yellow paper which stood
'Let's get to know each other, how about a date? :D
-(his number)'
The smile on they're face grew alongside a small subtil warmth on the cheeks, knowing they would be going on a date in hopefully not too long.
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hi! i love the way you write and was hoping if you had time for this rec :) ethan x reader
it's inspired by 'the summer i turned pretty'
y/n is the bailey's childhood friend, she was very close to ethan and quinn growing up, but when she comes back to newyork, richie is suddenly very interested in her and the shitty brother that he is, he know that ethan had a thing for her.
"You think she's pretty?" richie asked ethan one day.
"Yeah, and you do too," ethan replied already annoyed, trying to brush it off.
"I hadn't noticed, really," richie said, smirking.
"Come on, man. I've noticed you noticing"
richie is the it-boy of the town, always gets what he wants, cocky and arrogant. y/n was the only thing ethan had for himself only.
sorry if its long đđ its mostly angsty id say, y/n is surprised someone like richie likes her but her heart has always been yearning for ethan whom she thinks will never see her that way.
childhood best friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes so i really had a lot of fun writing this! hope you like itđđ«¶đ»
youâre my best friend â ethan landry
word count: 2,465
pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader
summary: when y/n goes back to new york city she finds out two thingsâsheâs still crushing on ethan and richie took an interest in her.
WHEN Y/N AND HIS FAMILY HAD TO LEAVE NEW YORK FOR LONDON, THE BAILEYâS WERE LEFT HEARTBROKEN, ESPECIALLY QUINN AND ETHAN. Both of their families had been close since forever, so Quinn, Ethan, Y/N and Richie grew up together and the first three developed a really close friendship.
Y/Nâs dad got a promotion, so they had to move to England, where Y/N finished high school and started college. Now, though, her dad had been offered to go back to New York if he wanted. And because he missed the city and his friends, he said yes.
The first thing Y/N did when she found out was text her best friendsâQuinn and Ethan, with whom she had kept contact with despite the distance. She was excited to see them, and wondered what she would feel when she finally saw Ethan again. Sheâd like to think she got over her crush, but thatâs because they hadnât seen each other in four years.
And there she was, about to find out. Y/N was standing in front of the Baileyâs house with her parents behind her. The door opened and Y/Nâs chest grew tight in anticipation, and then she held a sigh of disappointment when Wayneâs face appeared.
The older man greeted her parents with enthusiasm, and when it was her time to say hello, the man opened his mouth in shock âOh my! Youâve grown a lot! Itâs nice to see you again, Y/Nâ
âYou too, Wayneâ she hugged him awkwardly. Y/N wasnât his biggest fan, she still remember all too well the way he treated Ethan. Always comparing him to Richie, making him feel like garbage.
âQuinn and Richie are in the kitchenâ he informed her. She nodded and made her way to said place.
As soon as she set foot on the big kitchen, she was attacked by a hug. âOh my god! Youâre here!â she recognized the voice of Quinn.
âIâm here! I missed youâ she broke the hug to take a look at her friendâs new hairstyle âRed is definitely your color, Q. You look so good.â
âAnd London certainly benefited you, holy shit. You look hot. Give me a chance?â the red-head joked.
âAbsolutelyâ she laughed, hugging her once more. âI canât believe Iâm backâ
âHi, Y/Nâ Richie finally managed to find his voice. He had been completely entranced by the girl. Quinn was right, she got hot. He had never noticed her, because well, he had always seen her as his siblingâs friend and because she had been 15 when she left. Now, she was 19 and super attractive.
âOh, sorry. Hi, Richie. Nice to see you againâ she gave him a little wave. Y/N wasnât sure she liked the way Richie was shamelessly checking her out. âWhere is Eth?â she tried not to sound so excited.
âOh, heâs in his room, as always. Drowning himself in text books and having no social life whatsoeverâ Richie rolled his eyes in annoyance.
âHe doesnât know youâre coming today, so go surprise himâ Quinn said, eyeing the way Y/Nâs knuckles turned white. She had always hated when people talked badly about Ethan, and apparently, it didnât change.
Y/N walked up the stairs, anguish filling her stomach and her heart beating so fast it made her cheeks turn red. She stood in front of the door, trying to gain the courage to knock. There was just one door separating her from Ethan, the guy who had been her first crush ever. Her best friend in the entire world.
âCome inâ she heard, and almost fainted. Not because she was seconds away from seeing his face after four years, but because she noticed the change in his voice. It was deeper, raspier and⊠hot.
Y/N took a deep breath and opened the door. There he was, lying on his bed, headphones flattening his perfect curly hair and book open on his lap.
His round brown eyes found hers, and he jumped off the bed so fast he got dizzy. Y/N laughed and ran into his arms, that were instantly wrapped around her lower back to pull her up and against his chest. Her legs locked around his waist.
âPlease tell me youâre real and Iâm not making you upâ Ethan said, face between her neck and shoulder blades.
âIâm realâ she laughed. âAnd Iâm back to stay. Holy shit, you got so fucking tallâ
âAnd you have not grown and inchâ he joked, letting her feet touch the ground again.
âMeanâ Y/N punched his arm playfully. âWhere is your Justin Bieber haircut?!â
âThat was a phase I donât want to rememberâ he shook his head. âWhat, you donât like my curls?â
âNo⊠I love them. You have amazing hairâ Y/N complimented.
Ethan blushed, and took his time to let his eyes take in her face. Her factions were more defined, her lips were fuller, eyes a little darker but still very bright, and smile as warm as ever. She had grown a bit, but she was still short compared to him, her head barely reached his shoulders. She looked even prettier than before, and Ethan couldnât believe he would be able to see her everyday.
The tall boy had also changed a lot, and Y/N needed to figure out how to stop looking at him before she weirded him out. His jawline was sharp as a diamond, his cheekbones more defined, and surprisingly, he had muscles. Enthralling, captivating muscles. He was pretty, adorable and hot at the same time and Y/Nâs doubts faded awayâher crush on him was still very much intact.
âYou look stunning, Y/N/N. I missed youâ he said in a low voice. They were so close, his arms still around her, and the moment felt intimate and cozy. It was at that moment Y/N realized how much she had missed her home.
âI missed you tooâ she smiled, happiness was radiating off her. Y/N was so happy she could cry. âCan I hug you again?â
âYou donât have to ask. You know I love your hugs, and I missed them. So, youâll have to hug me a lot to make up for the lost timeâ Ethan answered, chest almost exploding for the amount of adoration he felt for her.
None of them knew for how long they stayed in each others arms, if it had been just minutes or hours, but they did know that either way, it hadnât been enough. They couldâve stayed like that forever.
SAYING THAT Y/N CAUGHT THE ATTENTION OF EVERY BLACKMORE STUDENTS WOULD BE GOING A LITTLE TOO FAR, but she certainly had the attention of the people she had classes with. Not only because of her looks, but also because she entered in the middle of the semester, which was extremely unusual. Y/N hated the twenty pairs of eyes on her, but she was thankful she at least had Ethan by her side.
The nerdy boy felt a little uneased by the reaction Y/N caused. She had always been someone only Ethan used to noticeâthought he never understood why, because she was the most amazing girl in the worldâ, and the thought of that changing made him panic. Because there were so many guys who were better than him, and now that she had options, Ethan knew Y/N would never choose him.
âHow is your first day going?â to her surprise, Richie asked.
âUm, good?â she said, unsure. It was weird, Richie and her had never been friends. He had never cared about her well-being, what was his deal now? She didnât know.
But Ethan did, he could see it in his brotherâs eyes. Richie was interested in Y/N and it made his blood boil. He knew Ethan had feelings for her, but of course he didnât care.
âGreat. If you need anything, feel free to tell meâ he said, winking at her before leaving.
âThatâs the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. Is he okay? Did he fell from the stairs and hit his head or something?â Y/N asked Ethan.
The brunet laughed âHe kind of became the âitâ boy of college, which fed his ego and makes him brave enough to flirt with every hot girl that crosses his path. Youâre his next target.â
Richie had always been popular amongst girlsâhe was attractive, had that attitude girls found hot, and was sometimes funnyâand exactly the type who would never look at Y/Nâs way, or so she thought.
She couldnât imagine herself with him, not only because âitâ boys werenât her kind of boys, but also because her heart yearned for Ethan. Even when she knew he would never look at her as more than a friend.
âWell, time to damage it boyâs egoâ Y/N said.
Ethan looked at her surprised âYou are not into him?â
âEthan, what the actual fuck? No!â she laughed in shock. Wasnât it painfully obvious that she had a crush on him and not Richie? Guess not. Or maybe Ethan was way too oblivious.
âOkayâ wasnât she imagine it or did she actually hear relief in his voice?
ETHAN AND RICHIE SAT ON THE BEACH CHAIRS NEXT TO THEIR POOL, THEIR EYES ON THE VOLEY MATCH HAPPENING IN FRONT OF THEM. It was Quinn and Y/N vs. Tara and Mindy, and Ethanâs eyes were specifically focused on Y/Nâs figure. Richie couldnât pass the opportunity to tease him.
"You think she's pretty?" Richie asked him, sarcasm present in his voice.
"Yeah, and you do too," his brother replied, already annoyed, trying to brush it off.
"I hadn't noticed, really," Richie said, smirking. He enjoyed seeing his brother angry so much, and he knew Y/N was his weak point.
"Come on, man. I've noticed you noticing. And she did tooâ Ethan said, frowning.
âShe does? Maybe I should ask her out, then.â Richie said, hoping this would make Ethan fume.
However, the nerdy boy gave him a smile. âDo it.â he tried to suppress a smirk at his brotherâs confused reaction.
âHey, enjoyed the game?â Y/N asked. They had been so sumerged in their conversation they hadnât noticed the match ended.
Ethan flashed her his sweet pretty smile, which she mirrored âYouâre good, Y/N/N.â
âThanks, Ethâ if her cheeks hadnât been already red from the heat and the exercise, Ethan wouldâve noticed the effect his words had on her.
âDo you want water, gorgeous?â Richie asked, with a sly grin. Ethan clenched his jaw and Y/N tried not to make a disgusted face.
âYes, but Iâll go get itâ Y/N said walking to the kitchen before Richie could beat her. Ethan followed her, feeling Richieâs eyes on the back of his head. âDoes he not get the hint? I have given no signs that I like himâ
âI should probably warn you, heâs going to ask you outâ Ethan told her, leaning against the counter and she poured water in a glass.
âOh god, you know what? Itâs fine, Iâm just going to tell him heâs not the one Iâm interested inâ Y/N said.
Ethan stiffened âWhat do you mean by that? Youâre interested in someone?â his chest contracted.
Y/N then realized what she had said. âOh⊠well, yeah.â
The boy nodded, trying not to show how much it hurt âAre they from London?â
Y/N shook her head âNo, he is from here.â she admitted.
âOh⊠you met him at college?â he asked. Why was he asking? He was a fucking masochist.
âNo⊠but he goes to our collegeâ
âSo that means you met him before you moved to Londonâ Ethan deduced.
Y/N nodded âWaay before I moved. I have known him my whole lifeâ she said. Heâs got to figure it out now.
âI have no fricking ideaâ Ethan laughed. âI donât remember you hanging out with someone who wasnât Quinn or me.â
âEthan are you serious?â Y/N groaned. Guess he really was oblivious. Ethan looked at her, very lost. âIâm talking about you, you idiot. Honestly, for someone that smart you can really be dumb sometimes.â
âMe? You like me?â Ethan pointed at himself in disbelief.
âI have liked you since we were fourteen, Eth. Never stopped liking youâ Y/N smiled nervously. What was going to happen next? Rejection or reciprocation?
âAre you sure?â he asked in a low tone.
Y/N let out a giggle âYes, Ethan, pretty sure I know my emotions. Do you know yours?â
âI winâ Ethan said, making her frown, not understanding what he meant. âI have liked you since we were thirteen. So I won.â
The girl rolled her eyes, smile painted on her face as she walked closer to him and hugged him. âWell, guess the loser is the one who has to ask the questionâ Ethan raised his eyebrows in amusement, liking were this conversation was going. âEthan, would you like to be my boyfriend?â
âI would love to be your boyfriend, Y/Nâ he replied. Y/N could feel his heartbeats through his shirt as his arms were wrapped around her lower back. âCan I kiss you, girlfriend?â
âYes, you can, boyfriendâ she closed her arms around his neck and brought him down to meet her lips. Mint got mixed with cherry, and their soft lips danced with each other in one perfect and very awaited kiss.
The slow and calm kiss turned into a rougher and wilder one. His hands went under her white tank top as hers messed with his soft curls. Ethan turned them around, so that she was now pressed against the counter. But soon, he lifted her up and set her on it. She opened her legs so he could step between them and deepened the kiss.
âYouâre my best friendâ Y/N whispered breathlessly against his lips.
Ethan smiled âYouâre my best friend, too. I love youâ
âI love youâ she said back, before kissing him once again.
Quinn, Richie, Tara and Mindy entered the kitchen and stood still at the scene happening in front of them. The two teenagers were so engrossed in their lustful kiss that they didnât notice them until Quinn yelled âNot in the counter, we use it to cook!â
âKids nowadays have zero respectâ Mindy shook her head.
âThis is a family house!â Tara exclaimed. Richie just stood there completely dumbfounded, which made Ethan feel even more victorious.
âOh, we have been waiting this for years, leave us aloneâ Y/N rolled her eyes, but got off the counter anyways. Ethan draped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
âTheyâre cute, you have to give them thatâ Tara said to Quinn.
âAre you two official?â Quinn asked, now unable to hide her smile.
âYesâ they said in unison, smiling to each other.
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Hello! While I was doing the classes and Salvatore (the language teacher) gives you words in other languages and asks what they mean. He did this with 'I love you' and that gave an idea. What if reader and Arven are both in that class and Salvatore notices Arven's crush on reader (I feel like Arven's the type to stare at his crush and then get caught and get all shy about it) and tries to encourage him to confess. Sry this was a bit long. Hope you have a wonderful day/night!
WAIT STOP this is so frickinâ cute wtf đđđ Donât be sorry at all for the long prompt!! The more details regarding what youâre looking for, the better :D
I hope you donât mind that I went with a gendered reader â it just kinda naturally flowed out of me this way ;;w;; Enjoy! x
Love Languages | Arven x F!Reader
Rating: Teen+ | WC: 1,744
I have a crush on my best bud. I canât help it. It happens, itâs not a big deal, and she definitely doesnât need to know. But, Iâm unfortunately far from subtle in my affections.
Sheâs just⊠so damn pretty. The way her hair shines no matter the lighting, the glimmer in her eyes when sheâs excited, the blush on her little cheeks when sheâs praised. With her brains, strength, and kindness on top of all that, itâs hard not to be totally enamored.Â
Enamored enough to, yâknow⊠check her out, every once in a while. I guess.
One time, Salvatore caught me in the act. She was answering a question of his during one of his lectures, and my eyes remained on her just barely too long. When he finished addressing her, our teacher looked at me, and his eyes widened. He glimpsed at her again, then back at me, and he winked.Â
Now, I know Salvatoreâs a good guy. Heâs friendly, he often has his studentsâ and PokĂ©monsâ best interests in mind, and heâs lackadaisical when it comes to grading and due dates⊠But Iâd be lying if I said he wasnât a little shit.
Whether Iâm peeking at my buddy in class or grabbing lunch with her in the cafeteria, if Salvatore sees it, he gives me a look. Like, one of those âI see, I seeâŠâ sort of looks. Itâs terrible. I could only ever hope to Arceus that her steel trap brain is oblivious to it.
Today, little buddy and I talked a bit before class â easy enough, with her sitting diagonally in front of me â and eventually Salvatore mosied on in, with his typical greeting. âMy dear friends!â and so on. My bud turned around towards her desk, I got out my notebook and stuff, and everything went how it usually does, at least at first.
âNow, mes amis â my friends, that is! Iâve decided to change up our typical lesson format a bit.âÂ
Oh?Â
âIn le cours dâajourdâhui â todayâs class â we will learn about a very special phrase that you can put to use when the time is juuust right!âÂ
Salvatore smiles and scans the room as usual, searching for a reaction. But this time, before continuing, his eyes linger on me.Â
âAi shiteiru! Je tâaime! Te amo! Ich liebe dich! Does anyone know what these phrases mean?â
After a few quiet moments, little buddy raises her hand, and I notice what seems like a small blush on the side of her cheek. Salvatore calls on her to answer, and it comes out⊠timid?
âT-they mean, um⊠âI love you.ââ
Hearing those words from her mouth makes my heart pound in my chest.Â
âTrĂšs bien!â My eyes feel like theyâre gonna pop right out of my skull as Salvatore turns to me. âItâs so very important to express your feelings about things to others, you know!âÂ
âŠHeâs scheming.
Salvatore slowly walks across the class, inspecting us all. âSo, mes merveilleux Ă©lĂšves â my wonderful students â Iâm going to be setting you up into pairs.â
No.
When he reaches my row, he stops. Heâs watching me. âI want you to practice amongst each other!âÂ
Nope!
âIâll supply you with worksheets, made by yours truly,â he saunters over to the podium and grabs a stack of papers, âso that you all have prompts to work with! That way none of you will find yourselves ââĂ une perte pour les mots â at a loss for words, that is!â
No thank you!
Whispers erupt amongst my peers. âIs he serious?â âThis is so humiliatingâŠâ âWhat if I get paired with⊠you know?!â My eyes wide, I look around, studying everyoneâs expressions and eavesdropping on their reactions to todayâs lesson. At least Iâm not the only one whoâs worried.Â
My gaze lands on my buddy, and sheâs staring down at her desk. The same flush that coated her cheeks when she answered his question is still there â if anything, it looks a bit darker now.
âOh my!â Salvatore laughs, interrupting the chatter. âHave I embarrassed you all, my friends?âÂ
No shit, man.
My brain turns to oatmeal as I zone out on my notebook. Salvatore continues instructing, and heâs probably trying to give me some kind of âwink wink, nudge nudgeâ of sorts, but itâs falling on blind eyes and deaf ears. Â
He wouldnât pair me up with her⊠would he? It would make the most sense for him to just pair us as weâre paired in our desks, right? Right?!
Two by two, the other students begin to shuffle around. And eventually, Salvatore calls my buddyâs name⊠followed by mine.
âCome get your assignments, you two!â
I hate him.Â
I pack up my things, as does little buddy, and we both make our slow trek up to the front of the class.Â
As Salvatore gives us our work for the day, he says, âBonne chance â good luck!â
Fuck off.
Sighing, I stare down at the paper in my hand while we make our way to one of the last sets of empty desks available. My budâs uncharacteristically quiet as we settle in, grabbing our pens and reading over the worksheets in front of us.
âSoâŠâ I prompt, wanting to get this over with. I canât even look at her right now. âY-you ready?â
When I donât hear a verbal response, I look to my side, and she nods. Her face is still rosy, and she wonât look at me, either. Nerves getting the best of me, I do the only thing I really know how to do in a situation like this: I ramble.Â
âEr, the first part here is to just match up the phrases with what languages they are. Easy enoughâŠâÂ
âMhm,â my friend hums quietly.Â
âAlright, number oneâŠâ I canât even bring myself to say the words out loud. Why is this so embarrassing?! At the end of it all, this is nothing more than an assignment, right? â...is Johtoan.â I peer up, and while writing down her answer, my bud nods.Â
This continues until we complete the first section of our work. Maybe this wonât be so bad⊠as long as we donât talk much, weâll avoid any embarrassment, right?
âHow are we doing, vous petits tourtereaux?â Salvatore asks. I donât know what that last part meant, but little buddy seems to. Her eyes widen and she tenses up, her cheeks flushing.Â
I squint at him. A look that says âYou suck, and this feels like betrayal.â While doing so though, I verbally answer, âN-nous câest bienâŠ?âÂ
âNous sommes bons, but I appreciate the attempt, Master Arven!â Salvatore winks, before suggesting, âYou know, practice makes perfect.â Yeah, and? âWhy donât you two discuss the lesson amongst yourselves?â No. âYou wonât improve without expĂ©rience de vie rĂ©elle â real life experience â after all!âÂ
âEr, weâre alriââ
âO-okay.âÂ
My head whips towards my buddy. When I look back up at Salvatore, he has a menacing grin on his face. He mutters something in Kalosian before moving onto another pair of students. I turn to my left again, and watch as my friend places down her pen, before shyly peering up at me to her right.
Are her pupils always so big?Â
Itâs probably just the lighting. Or Iâm just seeing shit. Whatever.
âSoâŠâ she mutters. She looks down at her paper and fidgets with the corner. âWe can just⊠go down the list here, I guess?â
âYeah, sounds good.â That accidentally came out as a whisper, but she heard it well enough to begin.Â
My buddy clears her throat, then mutters, âUmâŠâ she pauses briefly, shifting herself to sit facing towards me. I do the same. âJ-je tâaime.âÂ
Her eyes almost look hopeful as they flicker up to mine, then back down at her worksheet. Oh Arceus this is gonna be harder than I thought.Â
â...WÇ Ă i nÇ.â
More silence. Swallowing a lump in her throat, my buddy furrows her brows, then looks me in the eye. Itâs like sheâs hyping herself up⊠so cute. âTe amoâŠ!â
Oh.
T-that had more of an effect than I expected.Â
My eyes widen, and hers follow suit. She looks down promptly, while my cheeks redden to match hers. I quietly keep the flow going. âAi shiteiru.â
âT-ti amo.â
âDidnât you just say that one?â I softly tease. Iâm relieved to see her shoulders relax a little, and her beautiful lips curve into one of her beautiful smiles, as I make light of whatâs going on.Â
She shakes her head. âDifferent languages.âÂ
Mirroring her grin, I keep up the antics. âBullshit.âÂ
âItâs true! Ask Salvatore.âÂ
I glimpse over at him, and having heard his name, heâs already looking at us. I shake my head at him and turn my attention back to my friend. âN-no, itâs alright.â
We fall into another silence, so I go again. âSalanghaeyo.âÂ
Gnawing the cap of her pen, little buddy meets my eye again. âI-ich liebe dich.âÂ
Fuck.Â
In a trance, we both seem to not want to pull our irises away from one another⊠so we keep going, just rambling based off of the word banks in our brains.
âMahal kita.â
âYa tebe lyublyu.â
âSe agapĂł.â
âVolim te.â
âI love you.â
Both sets of eyes widen.Â
I⊠wasnât supposed to use our own language.Â
See, I could easily pass this off as an easy mistake now, but something is stopping me. I take in a deep breath, my eyes scanning my friendâs face. Somehow, her eyes focus even harder on me. Like sheâs having some sort of revelation. Like⊠like she wants me to say more.Â
I wonder if�
â...I love you,â I repeat, adding her name to the end. Trying to look more serious, in spontaneous hopes that she knows Iâm serious.
Taken aback, she squeaks. Her mouth opens and shuts a few times. âIâŠâ she pauses, looks down, then looks at me again. âI love you⊠ArvenâŠâ
âŠ!
âYouâŠ? Wait, a-actually?â
Fidgeting with her pen in her hands â focusing hard on the way sheâs twirling it between her fingers â she nods. She grins to herself, too shy to meet my eyes.
âI⊠oh my god, I love you!â
I look towards Salvatore. My mouthâs agape. I silently mouth the words, âIT WORKED,â in his direction. He beams, and a broad smile forms across his features.
âŠSalvatore, you sly motherfucker.Â
You actually did it.
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Jane!! I'm so excited for you and your 1.5k followers! Thanks for letting me be part of the things. In an effort to help you pick back up with BFB!Bucky, do you think we can see some sexy times? Maybe early on when they're still keeping it a secret?
I'm sorry i've made you wait like over a year for anything from this AU đ I hope you enjoy this!!!
moodboard is for vibes only, not what reader looks like
Thinking This Through
pairing: bfb!buck x f!reader (any race)
wc: 1.7k
summary: A secret night with Bucky (from his POV)
warnings: secret relationship, fluff, pet names [pretty girl, baby, boo bear], oral (f receiving), smut (p in v), swearing
a/n: this part takes place before part 2 so it's technically out of order!! it's also in bucky's pov which was fun :)))
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Title is a lyric from the 1975's song I'm in Love With You
I catch her eye from across the bar and find myself smirking into my beer. No matter where she is, no matter how many people are in the room, I always manage to find her. Itâs like she fucking calls to me, a siren singing her beautiful song to lure me in.
Well fuck it, I donât care if sheâs a siren. I want her all to myself.Â
Some girl slides up next to me, getting way too close for comfort, and batts her long eyelashes at me. âYou wanna buy me a drink?â She asks, tossing her hair over her shoulder. I can tell she bleaches it too much; it looks fried.Â
âNot really,â I reply, not caring to soften my tone for this girl. Maybe before I wouldâve bought her one, maybe I wouldâve entertained whatever this girl is trying to accomplish, but not anymore. Not since Beccaâs gorgeous best friend turned my world upside down.
âYou sure?â I feel the girlâs long, manicured fingers squeeze my arm, and I have to bite back the urge to tell her Iâm taken. Weâre not telling people yet. Neither of us are ready for the consequences of Becca finding out.Â
âHeâs sure,â Steve says, patting me on the back. The girl rolls her eyes as Steve shoos her away, but I donât bother watching her leave. My eyes are back on the only girl I want to see tonight and every night.
She smiles at me brightly before her friend snags her attention again. Steve orders us another round as I text her. I want her with me tonight; I donât care where we end up. I just want us together.
Bucky: You got plans after this, pretty girl?
Boo Bear: hm⊠iâm not sure yet
Bucky: Boo Bear? Really?
Boo Bear: iâm surprised it took you this long to notice
Bucky: anyways, iâve decided you have plans weâre going home together in 20 minutes.Â
Boo Bear: beccaâs hanging out with ethan tonight, she said she wonât be home until after her class tomorrow morning
Bucky: perfect, see you in a few, boo bear
I try not to smile too hard at my phone, especially with Steve standing right next to me. Heâs caught me practically kicking my feet while I text her way too many times. Itâs becoming a problem at this point.Â
Steve and I shoot the shit for a bit, and I pay my tab, shooting off another text to my girl, letting her know to meet me across the street. A few minutes later, I see her exit the crowded bar. She looks fucking fantastic, good enough to eat. Her jeans are tight in all the right places, and her top shows off enough skin to make my mouth water.
I never get over how perfect she looks, no matter what she wears or where we are. I donât know how I held off for so long; Iâm addicted now.Â
âHey, boo bear,â I whisper once sheâs close enough. I tug her close and breathe her in, pressing a kiss to her neck.Â
âHey, Buck.â
The second the door shuts behind us, Iâm on her. I press her against the wall, loving how soft she is against my body. Her hands grip my shirt, nails gently scraping against my chest. I kiss her deeply, tasting her.
âYouâre gonna kill me, Buck,â she whispers, nipping at my lip. I dip my head, kissing along the soft skin of her neck as my hands trace down her body. I hook my arms under her legs and pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.Â
âYou got it all wrong, pretty girl. Youâre gonna be the death of me.â I walk us to the couch and sit, positioning her on my lap, and she immediately grinds her hips against me, drawing a groan out of me.Â
I tug at the bottom of her shirt until she lifts her arms, letting me pull it over her head, and I bite back a moan at the sight of her in just her bra and tight jeans. My lips immediately attack her collarbone, biting and nipping a trail down to her perfect tits.
She watches me, lips parted, as my hands find their way to her back, undoing the clasp on her bra. When I pull the garment away, she shivers, and I practically come in my goddamn pants.Â
âI love when you look at me like that,â she whispers, fingers tugging at my hair. I take one of her nipples in my mouth, running my tongue over the bud. She gasps, gripping me tighter.Â
While I tease her with my mouth, my left hand traces her skin, the metal cool against her heated body, and my right finds the button on her jeans.
âPants. Off, Now,â I tell her.
âOoh, Caveman Bucky is coming out to play,â she teases, standing on shaky legs to strip her jeans off. I shift until Iâm sitting on the edge of the couch, my eyes level with her belly, and gaze up at her.Â
Sheâd never believe her if I told her, but sheâs the most beautiful woman Iâve ever laid eyes on.Â
I run my fingers along the band of her panties; sheâs ticklish there, before I tug them down her legs. âYouâre wearing too many clothes, Buck,â she tells me, reaching for my shirt. I let her pull it off of me, my jeans following soon after, and before I know it, I have her pressed into the couch with my head between her legs.Â
I love the way she grips my hair, showing me exactly what she wants while I eat her out. My hips grind against the couch, seeking any sort of friction I can find. I work her up with my tongue and fingers, desperate to feel her come.
Her face twists up, and she makes these beautiful breathy sounds, and I know sheâs close. âCome on, baby, come for me,â I practically grunt, circling her clit the way she likes.
She comes with my name on her lips, and I canât help but smile, knowing Iâm the one that gets to do this to her, the one that gets to have her like this. I shift off the couch and pick her up, carrying her to her room.Â
I settle her onto the bed, kiss her until sheâs breathless one more time, and run out into the main room to grab our clothes. We can never be too careful. Once Iâm back, I pounce on her. Iâm starving when it comes to my girl. I can never get enough.
âPlease, Bucky,â she whines when I settle myself between her legs. She can feel how much I want her, how badly Iâm aching for her, but I need her to beg a little more.
âCome on, baby,â I whisper. She knows what I want her to say.
âFuck, Bucky, please fuck me.â I grin and sit up, watching her writhe on the bed. I fucking love her like this.
âYou want me to fuck your pretty pussy?â I ask her, running my thumb over her sensitive clit.Â
âPlease, please, please,â she chants, giving in to the feeling.Â
âYour wish is my command, baby.â I line my cock up with her and slowly press in, gritting my teeth at how tight she is. Once Iâm fully inside her, I donât move slow; I donât give her much of a warning before I set a quick, deep pace.
I kiss her all over, needing to feel her everywhere. Her hands grip my back, scratching her nails against my skin, and I love that Iâll probably have marks tomorrow. Steveâll probably give me shit, but I canât wait.Â
I lose myself in fucking her, in pouring myself into the beautiful girl below me. Sheâs blissed out, loving the pleasure I give her. I press deeply inside of her, making her moan. She clenches around me, and I know sheâs close again.
I help her turn over, lifting her hips into the air. She settles her upper body onto the mattress, and I have to groan at how perfect she looks like this. Gripping her hips, I press back into her and fuck her, my dick hitting deeper inside her in this position.Â
Sheâs a bumbling mess, moaning incoherently, and a sense of pride bubbles up in me. I know I wonât last much longer, so I reach around and find her clit again, bringing her back up to her peak.
âCome on, pretty girl.â She presses her hips against me, begging me to keep going. âI know you wanna come again; you wanna come all over my dick, donât you?â She nods even though her face is pressed into the mattress.
âYes, Bucky.â
âThen come for me, baby. I wanna see you come on my cock.â I fuck her harder, picking up the pace on her clit, and a few moments later, she comes hard, sending me over the edge right along with her.Â
Together, we collapse onto the bed, and I pull her close, needing the skin to skin contact. I know I need to get up and grab a towel so I can clean her up, but right now, this is where I need to be. I need to be wrapped up in my girl.
As weâre catching our breath, I hear the front door click open, and the familiar sound of my sisterâs voice rings loudly through the apartment. I roll my eyes as I stand, looking for my boxers. I look over at my girl and see her frantically searching for her phone. When she grabs it, she shows me a text from Becca saying that since Ethanâs roommate is home, theyâre coming back here.
I stifle a laugh; we always have shit luck with this stuff. We settle back into bed and wait for Becca and Ethan to find their way into Beccaâs room, but in the meantime, I enjoy cuddling with my beautiful girl.
I want to go public. I want to tell Becca. I hate all this secret stuff, even though itâs fun sometimes. Hopefully, she feels the same. I press a kiss to her forehead as she scrolls through her various social media apps and make sure she knows just how much I like being here with her.
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right where you left me
this fic is for @liseytopia and iâs lovely fic exchange. hope you like it, tysm for putting the extra time into making two i seriously donât deserve you đđ«¶đ» hope you like it <3
pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader
summary: you havenât seen finnick since the games; at least the true finnick. ever since he got whisked away to the capitol, you havenât seen his old self. but, one day, things change
warnings: angst angst angst, hurt/comfort, sad little finnick, cursing, friends to strangers to lovers
word count: 1,392, should take about ten and a half minutes to read (longest to date đ€)
listen to: right where you left me - bonus track by taylor swift
IN THEORY, IT wasnât a long time since finnickâs games. only six years. in the long run, that means nothing. you could waste six years at any other point in your life easily. but not these six years.
you and finnick had a bond. close friends, you were. you looked out for each other, came to the otherâs rescue. whether it was for a bad dream, bad day, bad family, or anything else, youâd always come running for each other.
youâd patch the otherâs wounds, wipe away the otherâs tears. whenever somebody needed a shoulder to lean on, the other was there.
you shouldâve been there for finnick when he got reaped, but you werenât. you already dodged a bullet by not getting picked, so you were just trying to rid yourself of anxiety after the female tribute was called. but, it all came back when you heard the familiar name roll off the capitol memberâs tongue. âfinnick odair.â
your heart stopped. nothing could've prepared you for that. your head immediately shot to where he was standing. his face dropped. he looked like a figure made of wax; unmoving, unalive.
it took a jab in his back by the peacekeepers to get him to move, but his eyes immediately found you when he did.
"no," you whispered. "no, no, no, no." tears welled in his eyes as he mouthed "sorry," and that was it. you were expecting the world to collapse or something, anything, but nothing happened. everyone just went home.
it might've been better if the world ended right then and there, you thought, because finnick was gone forever, and hell, he was starting to be your world. you didn't even watch him on tv. you avoided the situation as much as possible by sleeping.
you almost went to you two's favorite spot, a creek near his house, every once in a while, but you couldn't bring yourself to. too many memories.
that was until it was announced finnick won. news of the century, it was to you. you remember waiting on his porch with a bouquet of flowers you snagged from the meadow earlier. but he never showed up.
maybe the train was late. but that train was late for a day, then two, then a week, and at that point, you'd far given up. you had to admit you'd maybe never see finnick again.
when he did finally show up, it had been a month since his victory. you were out grabbing some food at the market when you saw his face; beautiful blonde hair, tousled as always, and green eyes that looked like emeralds in the daylight. you could recognize it anywhere.
"finnick!" you yelled, completely dropping what you were doing. his head turned to see you, a soft smile on his face.
you almost cried seeing him. you immediately engulfed him in a hug, but he didn't really wrap his arms around your back. he didn't enjoy the hug; he just tolerated it. you didn't seem to notice or care at the moment, though. "oh my god, finnick, where have you been?" you asked, excitement pouring through your eyes.
"needed to take a victory tour for the capitol. did you not watch on tv?" he asked, chuckling slightly. the question almost set you back. why would you? who actually watched anything after the games?
"no. didn't know there was one. glad to see you're okay, though. god, i haven't seen you in ages," you practically beamed. he didn't seem to care, though. what was wrong with him?
"happy you care," he smiled before turning back to what he was doing. any conversation you had after that seemed like you two were just meeting. like you were complete strangers.
thatâs how it remained for a while. finnick and you rarely talked, only when you were next to each other. you still waved hello to his parents, and they still asked if you'd like to come to dinner, but you had to refuse. you couldn't face the man you once called your friend. most times he was doing things for the capitol anyway, so it's not like it was hard to avoid him. he wasn't even in 4 half the time!
and that's how it stayed, this near-constant torture, for six years of your life. you made other friends to cope and nearly forgot about the boy you used to hang out with at fourteen. his presence was just a distant memory to you. you almost despised him for leaving you as suddenly as he did.
you thought you'd never come to his aid again. until one random day.
it wasn't much different than any other. you got a house for yourself and you, so far, didn't have any complaints. finnick's house was relatively close to the heart of 4, so you often passed by it while running your errands.
the sight of his house brought unease to you. you couldn't even look at it without feeling sad. even if you didn't want to admit it, you really missed finnick and you'd rather cut out every aspect of him than think about him.
that was until you heard something. it sounded almost like a cry. the sound was so faint you could almost barely hear it. you walked a bit closer to your ex-friend's house, and sure enough, the sound got louder.
it couldn't be from the house; his walls weren't that thin. the only place you could think of was behind the house. you checked to make sure nobody was around before sneaking around to the back side of his house.
the sight before your eyes you surely weren't expecting. poor finnick, the boy you used to know so long ago, was hugging his knees into his chest, all but sobbing.
suddenly, your sadness and guilt hit you like a brick. you ignored everything between you two at the moment and gently knelt down next to him. you weren't sure if he heard you, so you tried your best not to startle him. "you okay?" you asked.
he jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to be at his aid. especially not you. his eyes suddenly filled with a kind of comfort. "i can't lie, no," he admitted. you got down to his level, sitting beside him against the house.
"what's up?" he sniffled, drying his eyes with his hand.
"just...life. i have to go back to the capitol soon and i don't know if i can do it." you wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
"you don't like it there?"
"no, not at all." he threw his head back, letting in a big gulp of fresh air. "theyâve done things to me. ever since the games, i've just been...i don't know, different."
you thought back to the month of his arrival. the sudden loss of all emotion from him. âya, i can tell.â
âshit, iâm sorry,â he cupped his face in his hands again.
âwait, no, donât apologize, hon.â you werenât even sure why the nickname slipped out. It happened without you thinking. he looked up with his eyebrows furrowed. âitâs not your fault.â
âdid you call me hon?â
ânot important right now, what iâm trying to say is i forgive you. for everything. none of it was your fault. the games do things to people and i understand that, so donât feel bad. i just want you to feel happy.â
he barely paid attention to your words. he just smiled, slowly realizing the best part of his life was back. finnick didnât mean to leave you like he did, but he didnât want to hurt himself; get too attached to you just to get ripped apart.
when you noticed his grin, you almost damn near melted. you hadnât seen him like this since you were kids. you sighed, tears threatening to spill out your eyes. âyou look so pretty,â you said, cupping his cheek with your hand.
âyou do too.â without thinking, his eyes darted to your lips. you sniffled before leaning in and closing the gap between you two.
the kiss was possibly the best of your life. it was filled with remorse and passion and âiâm sorryâs, and âi love youâs.
once you pulled away, you rested your forehead with his. âdonât ever leave me again,â he mumbled, tone soft.
âi donât know how i could.â
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Hey, can I request an angst story with Bill and reader (the reader is female) abt crazy fans please? Like them (Bill and the reader) admitting somewhere (idk maybe in an interview for a magazine) that they almost broke up because of that (maybe reader's fanbase is known for being "too much" sometimes like following the reader everywhere, being so in love with her etc)
(Also could the story take place in the 2000s please?)
Goodbye đ
i like this one im actually excited abt writing this one shot
btw im so sorry for late reply AHSJHFKDHDK please expect ill take like AT LEAST a week to answer yalls request bc im busy as hell w school đđ love u guys pls understand
and again this aint entirely proof read
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Pairing: Bill Kaulitz x Fem Reader
Genre: Angst, Mostly fluff
Warnings: Stalking, mention of nonconsensual touching, very embarrassing storytime from bill
Request Status: closed :(
â©Â°ïœĄââž đ§âź I'm Not Okay (I Promise) : My Chemical Romance
(Time set back in late November of 2007)
Being a famous actress since as a child was unbelievably tough.
You had worked so hard and expertly; you didn't even have time to spend your childhood properly.
Just at the age of 19 and you've finished numerous movies and series. A true self-made millionaire, really.
You and your ravenette boyfriend are currently doing an interview for a night show.
"So ____, wow! After a long pause from doing films you're finally gonna have one showing soon! How is it like? Being back and all; being the talk of the country."
In the past one and a half year you hadn't done any projects since you've decided to take a break for yourself. And now you're once again busy taping with film staff and directors for your new and upcoming Teenage Romance movie.
Rest assured it's not your typical boy-meets-girl or vice versa and they do sappy sweet stuff and get together kind of film; it has its own uniqueness that will surely be called as "One of 2000s greatest Teen Romance movies of all time."
"Oh, I feel great Hanna. I had a deserving break and I'm back to doing one of the things I love most. I'm even happier because I got my lover and his band to sing the theme song for the movie." You truthfully answered and chuckled by the end of your statement.
"How about you Bill? How are things with your band?" Hanna included Bill to the conversation.
At that, he smiled politely. "Everything's great with us y'know, we're still together and all. Which I'm grateful for."
After a few more minutes for pep talk; the blonde interviewer finally decided to get onto the exciting part of the show.
"And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for! Dunk Tank!" Hanna smiled widely at the selected crowd.
"Where in this game; you will pick someone from the crowd who will accompany you with this game.
Your selected teammate will ask any question they want; to which you will answer, and if you don't want to then they'll get a chance to throw a ball on the target. Where if they hit it, you'll fall down the tank."
Hanna excitedly announced despite having done this for the nth time.
"____ and Bill, play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who goes first."
You knew you'd beat Bill since every single time you played it - he'd miserably lose.
"Oh, I'm confident in winning this one!" you proudly say.
"Just because you've beat me all the other times we played this, doesn't mean I'll lose now!" Bill accepted your challenge and laughed.
He was right. He won for the very first time.
"Oh my God! Did I seriously win?!" your black clothed boyfriend exclaimed.
"I only let you win this time because I felt sorry." you playfully rolled your eyes with a smirk.
"Whatever, I'm gonna choose now." he giggled and stepped closer to the crowd.
His fan girls were screaming at the top of their lings, begging to be chosen by him.
No, you weren't jealous. Not one bit. Sometimes Bill would even complain about you not being possessive of him from time to time and would think you're not as in love as he thought.
It's cute, really. Then you'll show him how much you love him through actions rather than words.
Bill chose a girl who seemingly looked two or three years younger.
The joyous girl screamed in surprise; "Oh my god! What?! Me??! SERIOUSLY??"
It made Bill giggle, "Yes, you! Now get down here!"
A body guard helped the girl down; and when she was no longer at the stairs she rushed Bill to hug him but abruptly stopped. "Hi oh my god you're more beautiful up close! Can I hug you?!" she says excitingly.
It made your heart flutter just how kinder your boyfriend's fans are compared to yours.
To say your fan base is crazy is an understatement. Many would harass you through nasty words or touching you with no consent; it didn't matter if they did that out of how much they "love" you, it was still disgusting.
"Um, yeah. Sure!" he hesitantly looked at you; his eyes asking for permission. To which you subtly nodded.
Again, your heart melted by how he's making sure you're okay with it. Honestly, you very much understood that being famous would mean people wanting to hug you or any form of physical contact. Plus, it's not like you can say no to Bill from hugging a fan; you'd be a scandal. And you knew Bill wouldn't have any other choice as well.
He wrapped an arm over her shoulders while she fully embraced him. Okay, you're a teensy bit jealous especially by the way she's holding him like he's her man.
But that was soon washed away when she turns to you.
"Hi! What's your name sweetie?" Hanna asked and put a mic on her mouth.
"My name is Pauline!"
Before Hanna could say anything further, Pauline beat her to it.
"____!! I'm such a big fan of you too! I've been watching your movies since forever." saying she's over the moon is definitely an understatement! This will definitely be a core memory.
Almost immediately you wrapped your arms around her back and squeezed her. This girl is definitely one of the most respectable and sweetest fan you've ever met.
Was it really low? Yes.
The audience cheered by how sweet you and Bill had been to the girl and by how jealous they were.
As Bill and Hanna chattered about God knows what; the girl leaned closer to you in order to ask a favour which no one can hear.
"Can I ask you to shout out my brother? He has a huge crush on you!"
"Sorry darling but we're in the middle of a show right now. How about later I ask the staff to send you to the backstage? Then I'll give him my magazine with an autograph, and if you have a camera with you - you can video me saying hi to him!" you came up with a resolution.
Was it over the top? You didn't know and you didn't care. You're just fleeting with joy by how this girl isn't like any other of your fans.
"Seriously? You'd do that for me and my brother?" she gasped.
"Well, yeah. I mean it's not always that I have such nice interactions with people who are a fan."
"Okay lovebirds what are you two talking about there?" Hanna teased with a smirk and Bill playfully pouted.
"Nothing, nothing" you laughed and held Bill's arm as the crowd laughed and cheered.
"If you say sooo." she replied. "Alright, your turn to pick!"
You carefully looked around the crowd and walked five steps of the stairs to get a better view of the people on the back. A fifteen year old boy was holding a banner stating "Bill's No.1 Boy", it was cute, really. So you planned to steal your boyfriend's fan! (this a joke dont hate reader pls)
"The ginger at the back with the banner please." you said to the mic.
The boy squeeled in delight and threw his banner somewhere before running down to you. Your arms opened for an embrace which he immediately jumped into.
"What's your name?" you put the mic to his mouth as you both carefully went down the stairs and back to the stage.
"Sam, I'm Sam! My name is Sam!" his rather high pitched voice said.
"Okay, Sam. I know you're Bill's fan so I'm gonna have to steal you, that okay?"
"Hey, no fair!" Bill patted the boy's head and shot a smile at him.
This moment for him is definitely a core memory and will brag about it to every living human he sees.
"Now, who wants to go first in the tank?" Hanna asked.
"I'll do it" Bill says excitingly.
They agreed and the staff helped him get up. Once he were seated and adjusted in the circular surface; he challenge you.
"Ask a good one!"
"Ohohoo, we definitely will!" you smirked.
You turn to Sam and ask him without the mics near your faces; "What're you gonna ask your idol?"
"Oh uhmm, I don't really know." he says bashfully.
"Maybe his most embarrassing moment?"
"That'll work, definitely." you smile supportively and fist bumped him.
"Bill, you read?!" Hanna exclaimed.
"Born ready!!"
"Alright Sam, ask away!"
"What's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?" Sam asked with twinkles in his eyes.
"Oh, definitely when me and ____ weren't dating yet; she threw a sleepover party and she invited me and my mates, and there were three bathrooms, right? The three were being used and in one of those bathrooms it was Tom using it, and I had to rush him because I really needed to take a shit, like I couldn't hold it any farther!
So he went out really pissed and I pushed him off the door and quickly shut it and went right into business."
Bill paused and tried to compose himself as the crowd started to get louder.
"And when I washed and pushed the flush button - It wouldn't flush! So I got really scared because I just shit in my crush's toilet and I can't let anyone know that I'm the one who did it. So i looked around and saw a pack of pads so I took one of them; and forced myself to dip my hand down to grab it and I almost puked!
I look around and see there's no trash bin. So I panic again, and eventually decided I'll just rush down to throw it in the garbage in her garage. I quickly make a run for it and almost bumped into ___"
He now covered his hands in shame and embarrassment. "And she saw the pad in my hand! So she asked me like, 'Is that a pad?' and I'm like yes and so she asks whose it is...... and I said it's mine....."
You know of this story long ago; and it just gets better and better whenever you think or hear of it.
The audience and interviewer roared with laughter; as well as the staff behind and securities who tried to contain their smiles.
"I wish I never asked!" Sam wiped his tears from laughing too hard.
"Get down here Bill! That was too much!" Hanna's cheeks started to hurt, "Sorry to the viewers who are eating."
Bill went down immediately and squeezed the living life out of you. He does this whenever he's feeling embarrassed or nervous, and calls it his "Physical Support" from you.
"You should've let yourself get thrown in the water!" you giggled and hugged him back before he pulled away with a red face.
"Next goes ____!"
Once you were seated and made yourself comfortable on the seat; you tell them you're ready.
It was Pauline's turn to question whatever she wishes. "____, what do you think of your fans?"
She asks sincerely; she must've noticed something by the way you're like to your fan base and to Bill's. A part of you wished she hadn't asked but you've been dying to let the creepers out there know that whatever they'd been doing to you for a long long time - greatly affects you, especially as a young stat growing up in this sort of industry.
You rarely held any meet and greet, rarely had photos with fans where you look actually comfortable and where they weren't touching your waist or hips or near your ass - and ones where you do look comfortable it was mostly with girls or kids, which was not as often as when you do with the rest; who are pedophiles and creepy boys.
Of course you've always been nice when interacting with them; you didn't want to be rude and only wanted to be kind.
Definitely, there were times when you couldn't take it and couldn't do anything about it - other than cry and complain in your lover's arms.
You're forever thankful to have someone like him; he'd always listen to whatever you say and support everything you do.
Not realising; you zoned out quite a bit and snapped out of it when Bill called out your name with worry that he's trying to mask from everyone.
"Oh-, well, obviously I love them so much, if it weren't for them I wouldn't have succeed this much - of course the people who helped me get up in this industry as well.
I truly do appreciate their love and support, seriously. But quite the number of them are uh, how do I say this." you nervously chuckled as everyone listened intently to the tea you're telling.
"Crossing my boundaries? Yes, uh- that." you say not quite satisfied with the word you chose. It was evident that it's worse than just that but the safest.
"We all know people would cross it by taking unsolicited pictures of you, that's given because you're a celebrity, but are there some other ways they would? If you don't mind me asking of course." Hanna carefully asked.
You smiled softly, "Well a few have stalked me to my house - which I dunno how the hell they did so and took pictures of me and they'd send it to me and tell me how they thought of me. Some leave love letters, flowers, food in front of my gate, sent death threats to my exes when I was dating them and even now to my Bill." you left the worse parts out since you didn't want half of the world to be talking about your most private part of life. What you're even telling them now is a whole lot.
"Wow.. we all knew your fan base could get a bit crazy judging from all the videos we see and the news, but not by this much!" Hanna says empathetically.
"It happens, I guess." you try to laugh it off. However, Bill looked at your hues with his that sent the message of "Are you okay?"
In which yours replied with "I'm not okay."
âźâźâź
The game went on a for it was Pauline's turn to the dunk tank, then Sam's.
You continued your cheery self through the whole taping and told yourself you'll regret what you said later in your dressing room. Bill kept his distance close to you and would caress your hand or shoulder as a sign of support - as well as slipping a "How're you holding up?" every now and then.
If there were billions of ways to show gratitude to this man; you'd do every single one of it to him.
After the agonizing show was over; you and Bill kissed Hanna's cheeks as a goodbye and thank you. To which she said back to you both as well and wished to see you soon.
As you made your way to the dressing room in silence with your fingers intertwined with Bill's; you abruptly stop in your tracks.
"I almost forgot I have to sign a magazine for Pauline!"
Your lover looked confused for a second "What? Why?"
"I kinda promised Pauline I'll just sign a magazine for her brother because she asked me to shout him out while taping." you let a small huff and loosened your grip on your boyfriend's slender hand. "How about I'll see you later in the van? You can wait for me there instead if I haven't been back by five minutes."
Bill smiled, "Of course sweetheart, I'll see you later. Love you." he pecked your lips and lovingly looked into your eyes for a moment before heading to his dressing room.
Quickly; you asked a staff to bring Pauline to your dressing room to give her an autograph - to which they agreed to. Thankfully.
While they did that, you strided to your room and grabbed your magazine and marker - which immediately after doing so, a knock was heard on your door.
You hand held the paper as the other gripped the violet ink marker. When you did, you were greeted by a Pauline smiling widely with a camera on her right hand.
"Hi!" she says excitingly.
You greet back and quickly hugged her, "I see you have a camera with you."
"Oh, yes, uhm.. I was wondering if i can take a video of you signing an autograph? So my brother would believe me that it really is from you." she nervously giggled. "I might or might now have pranked him once by giving him a fake autograph."
"Yeah, sure. What's your brother's name?" you say softly.
"It's Percy." she answers as she readies her camera.
"Alright, is it rolling?" you ask with a smile on your face. Pauline says yes with a grateful smile; grateful for being how considerate and kind you are.
"Hi Paul! So I heard from your sister that you're a fan? Too bad you didn't come with her." you looked behind the camera to Pauline.
"And I heard she gave you a fake autograph of mine? Well now, you're getting a real one, and this is the proof." you say still giggling as you signed the magazine.
"There, and keep the pen. I gotta go now, bye and love you!" you say as you waved goodbye and gave your iconic kiss blow alongside a wink.
Once Pauline returned the camera back to her bag; she immediately thanked you.
"I'm serious - thank you thank you sooo much! And uh.. I'm really sorry if what I asked earlier was too personal. I really am. I was just curious and didn't thoroughly before it slipped my mouth." she noticed the change of the atmosphere long ago. Even if she's just fifteen, she knew how to read the room well.
"Aw, sweetie.. it's nothing." you pat her shoulder, "It's fine I tell ya, also I better get going - you should too, it'll get dark in just two hours. Bye bye and stay safe!" you wave goodbye as she still exclaimed thank you's as she walked backwards towards the exit.
(that footage is definitely gonna go viral after many years)
In a light speed; you gathered your essential belongings and had your personal assistant help you carry your other belongings to the van; to which Bill noticed through the windows that you're carrying back pack and a purse and immediately helped you despite having it under perfect control.
He opened the door for you and let you in first before him and closed the door. Your personal assistant sat in the passenger seat next to the driver, while you and your beloved were at the very back despite the space up front.
You rested your head on his shoulder and he put his above yours while he held your hand with both of his; tracing every outline, massaging it, and kissing it once in a while.
"R'you okay now?" Bill mumbled and kissed your head.
"Yes, hon. I'm great actually.. thanks so much for being there, I love you so much." you turn your head to face his and pecked his lips.
"I love you more than you'll ever know, I'm glad you're okay." he smiled genuinely and kissed you deep and passionate.
You returned to your head's original position and fell to sleep; not caring if tomorrow, you'll be the town's talk.
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hiii lauraaa!! im just gonna say first things first and once again, Congratulations on writing an amazing series!!đ„łâšïžđ«¶đŒđ
I've been dedicated in reading and catching up and heads up, i may spam you with imagine plots soo sorry not sorry heheđ
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diving head first: I'd love to know abt the proposal + wedding details like whether lando proposed or violet proposed or maybe bothđ€·ââïžđ (like one of the tiktoks where the couple proposed at the same time), whoever proposes, what was their THE MOMENT when they knew 'this is it' (context: like jake and amy from b99 if you have watched), etc and etc.
i may have ranted in more detail but just wanted to share my pov of the idea. I'm sooo excited to see how this takes place! (ps: no pressure on writing asap!! take your sweet time pleasee! its always worth the wait to readđđđ)
okie now! byeeeeee loveee youuuuu mwaaahhhhh take care and happy race weekend!!đ«đđ«¶đŒâšïž xx
Sorry it took me too long! Right now I'm very very very focused on reading that I really forgot that I had to write this HAHAHAHA
But I hope you like this!
He always knew he wanted to marry her. At first it was a joke he used to tell himself or his friends, that he was going to marry Violet no matter what, that he would put his last name next to hers. But it was only that, a joke and he barely though about it as something more.
But the day he had her, the day she said she loved him, he immediately knew he had to make that come true, that he was going to love her until his last breath. Days with her were like a new adventure he was dying to explore.
Lando started the search of a ring for her during the honeymoon phase of their relationship. He was so naive, so on love. He found himself countless times looking at rings everytime he walked in front of the jewelries Monaco, making screenshots on his phone of the ones he liked, picturing Violet with that ring on her finger.
But then the crash happened. He had to focus on her, on her recovery and making sure she was comfortable. And during that time with her, he came to the realization that he has to love the present and enjoy every second with her, enjoy life with her. But it made him realize, too, that he wanted to be next to her forever, now for real.
A year turned in two, two in three, and their love never stopped growing. They filled their house with souvenir of every places they visited, and their dogs were like their kids, always going with them to Lando's races.
It was a day he went out around Monaco with Max when he stopped right in front of the jewelry he always looked at. Max looked at him and smirked, nudging him and walking inside of the store. That day, he held Violet close to his chest, and while she was sleeping peacefully, he was staring at the ring inside elf the box, smiling widely.
He planned it, he kept the ring for months, and even if sometimes he decided to not wait and propose right in tbe moment, he waited for the day.
They went back to that city of snow, the city their favorite writer got inspired to write their favorite books. He thought it was perfect, Max and Pietra were with them, as well as their dogs.
"You know she will suspect if she find us recording, right?" Pietra sighed, looking at him.
"She won't" Lando nodded. "I have it planned, don't worry guys"
Lando had it pictured in his mind, he has been thinking and dreaming about this day since he bought the ring. When he's going to kneel, what words he's going to speak.
But it wasn't as easy as he thought.
His first attempt ended up with a fail. He wanted to go for a walk with the dogs and making sure that Max and Pietra were some meters away, with their phones in their hands making sure to record everything. But it ended with them screaming in a panic attack because one of their dogs decided to go explore to the wood. Thankfully they found the dog, covered in snow and the day ended with them cuddling the black dog in front of a fire and making sure he didn't freeze.
His second attempt was planned while they slept. It had to be something simple, no surprises. He has to make sure that their dogs are near, that the ring is in the box.
But at morning, when everything he wanted to do was cuddle her, he found Violet already in the living room making lunch for the day that was planned on the ski resort. So maybe that was the perfect moment to ask her.
He made sure he had the box with the ring in the inside pocket of his snow coat, sometimes having the need of patting his chest to make sure that the box was still there.
"Babe, you okay?" Violet asked worried, watching how he was always rubbing his chest. "Did something happen?"
"Oh? No, no! Why do you think that?" he frowned confused.
"Well..." she smiled looking him. "You can't stop touching your chest. Are you nervous because we're going to the red zone?"
"What?! Me?! My second name is danger" he scoffed, talking with a high pitched voice.
"Sure" she laughed, kissing his cheek.
Lando swallowed thickly and turned his head slightly to look at Max and Pietra, somehow panicking and moving his hand side to side under his chin.
"Abort plan, abort plan" he mouthed, making his friends chuckle.
He never thought that proposing to hercould be that hard without making her suspect.
He normally has a lot of patience, he had to get high levels of patience to love with two puppies and train them. But this? This is ending his patience levels.
The four of them spent the day skiing while their dogs were at a dog daycare place. And once they finished and got back with their dogs, Lando was too quiet on the way back to the house. And when they were finally there, he went immediately outside, grabbing his phone and texting Max.
Lando: Okay, this is the last chance. I'll stay out for a while, if she goes outside to talk with me, follow her.
Max: I never imagined proposing would be this hard...
Lando: Try it, then we'll talk đ©
Lando stayed out of the house, looking at the ring inside of the box. It doesn't have a big stone, in all his hers dating her he discovered that she doesn't like big jewelry. And the ring is the perfect definition of what she would wear everyday.
Rhysand and Feyre, their dogs, walked out of the house and stayed with him, cuddling him and trying to keep him warm, or trying to give him a reason to go back to the house.
"Hey, what are you doing outside? It's getting cold" Violet smiled, leaning on the door frame.
"Oh-" he wasn't ready. "C-can we talk?"
"There's something wrong?" she asked worried, walking towards him. "Lando, are you okay?"
"Well, I'm nervous" he sighed.
Violet started to panic. Nervous? Why would he be nervous? Is he going to break up with her?
"W-what?" she mumbled, swallowing thickly.
"I just wanted to do it before, but everytime I tried to talk with you, something happened" he said.
"Oh..."
She could feel her vision getting blurry, not noticing the confusion in Lando's face.
"Baby, why are you crying?" Lando asked, holding her hands.
"You are going to break up with me, it's that?"
"What? No!" he laughed, pulling her close to him. "No! I'm actually going to do another thing"
She didn't feel him kneeling in front of her, grabbing the box inside of his coat. But when she finally understood what was happening, he didn't even need to say a word before she threw herself into his arms.
"You gave me a heart attack!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, baby" Lando chuckled, holding her.
"But... Yes" she whispered. "I will marry you, idiot"
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Enigma// ch 24 pt 2
anakin x reader
A/N: HELLO MY LOVES!! i am so so sooo sorry for my long ass break- school has been insane; im taking 19 credit hours and have three labs on dif days đ/ last week my grandpa died and then my car broke down⊠so itâs been a time. anyways!! im back now for the time being!! i hope you all have been doing well and are excited for the stories to progress!! thank you all for the support and for being so patient w me :)) i love u all
Unexpected guests, a tedious day⊠how will anakin react?
warnings: cursing, ani is a disabled veteran, ptsd
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There was a knock on the door and Anakin begrudgingly hoisted himself up to go see who it was.Â
He opened the door and was met with Ben, Satine, Ash, and their other friend Rex.Â
âSurprise!â they said in unison.
You felt a wave of anxiety- you knew Anakin wasnât fond of surprises (look how he reacted to your pregnancy!) But you also understood the gesture everyone wanted to make.Â
âHappy Birthday Skyguy!â Ahsoka exclaimed once Anakin stepped aside to allow them inside.Â
âIt was Ahsokaâs idea by the wayâ Ben said to Anakin as he patted him on the shoulder.
âLook, you wouldnât have let us celebrate if we asked- and if we planned something you wouldnât come. So this was the only choice!â Ahsoka defended in a mock-sad voice.Â
Anakin seemed perplexed- almost frustrated, so you were ready to be on damage control once he finally responded.Â
âThanks guys, I really appreciate itâ
Huh?
âNot what I was expecting, but I'll take it!â Ash exclaimed.Â
âWow Anakin, that's some real character developmentâ Rex joked as he placed the chocolate cake on the counter.Â
âYeaâ Anakin blushed.Â
ây/nâ Ben greeted, âhow are you doing my dear? Is the baby doing well?â.
âHey Ben! Weâre both doing just fine, except that this little one has decided that around midnight is the best time to start kickingâ you joked (it really was a pain though; you werenât getting good sleep at all).Â
âAnd is Skyguy tending to your needs kindly?â Ahsoka added with an arched brow.Â
âYes, Ani has been so sweet; making me weird combinations to satisfy my cravingsâ you laughed, rubbing his back.Â
âOf course,â he said back, eyes full of sincerity.Â
âDamn, y/n. He must really like you because he hates cooking. When we bunked together, I had to bribe him to make me a PB & Jâ Rex added with a boisterous laugh.Â
âI never said I didnât like to cook, maybe I just didnât like to cook when it was for youâ Anakin quipped back.Â
âLook at you Sky guy! Being a good boyfriend and all '' Ahsoka joked.Â
You and Anakin hadnât really talked about what the relationship officially was since the fight; it just never really came up. But hearing him being referred to as your boyfriend again made your heart skip a beat.Â
âIs this everyone?â you asked Ben as Ahsoka and Rex continued joking with anakin.
âYes, we didnât want to overwhelm him, plus the last time we did a surprise thing with a bunch of our friends, he wasnât thrilledâ Ben chuckled.Â
You, Ben, and Satine stayed on the side line and observed the otherâs banter. You couldnât help the soft smile that found its way onto your face as you watched his eyes crinkled when he laughed.Â
Satine noticed your adoring gaze and nudged Benâs shoulder; she nodded her head towards you and the pair smiled.Â
Ben gave his Fiance a look and she nodded.Â
âYou really do care for him, don't you?âÂ
Benâs voice grabbed your attention from Anakin.
Of course you did, but you didn't want to sound childish and too forgiving to Satine and Ben.Â
âYeaâ you tilted your head to the side and sighed, âI do. I know he has his flaws but so do Iâ.
The pair listened intently, âI know some may see me as too forgiving, but I believe Anakin is a good man. A man deserving of love; love that I want to give him.â
âMaybe some of my optimism is the baby, but I wholeheartedly believe that we would still be as happy as how we were before, if I never got pregnantâ. You explained, placing a gentle hand over your stomach.Â
âDo you think thatâs naive of me?â you asked worriedly.
Ben scratched his beard in contemplation and Satine shook her head.Â
âI do not think you are naive for having hope in the person you love.â her smooth voice assured you.Â
âI have known Anakin for many years and rarely have I witnessed him care for another as he does for you.â Ben added.
âOf course, he loved Padme at a time, but even when they were in the prime of their relationship, he never really actively bettered himself. They would get into little spats over repetitive things that Anakin promised he would fix, but his resolutions never really stuck.â
âThoughâŠâ Satine interjected, âI do see a change in his nature since youâve been with himâ.Â
In that moment you locked eyes with Anakin across the room and he winked at you; no matter how long youâd been together, he never failed to make you blush.Â
You turned back around and smiled to the couple, âThank you, that really means the worldâ.Â
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âAlright, everyone! Weâre gonna light the candles!â Ahsoka shouted with a jovial tone.Â
Everyone headed towards the kitchen and gathered around the counter; Anakin was already standing by the cake (which looked quite scrumptious), so you walked up beside him and gave him a small side hug.Â
âHey princessâ he smiled as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.
Everyone was still chatting amongst themselves and Ahsoka was looking for the lighter she unfortunately misplaced, so no one noticed Anakin wrap around a gloved hand to lightly squeeze your ass. Your eyes widened and you pinched his side lightly, making him let out a small laugh.Â
âFound it!â Ahsoka exclaimed, excitedly holding her beat up lighter.Â
âYou coulda, just asked me for mine, yâknow?â Rex offered.
âWhy didnât you offer it when I was ripping my bag apart?â Ahsoka sighed, fakely annoyed.
Everyone laughed before Ahsoka opened the cake box and lit the lighter.Â
âAlright, Skyguy! This is your moment, better wish for something goodâ.
âDonât worry Snipps, Iâve got it readyâ he joked, pointing to his head.Â
âAlrightyâ she said with a sing-songy voice before lighting the candles.
Rex started the âhappy birthdayâ song and everyone joined in to celebrate the man in the middle.Â
Anakin blushed ever so slightly before giving his cunning smirk and gently blowing out the candles in single blow.Â
Everyone cheered and Ben handed him a knife to make the first slice. Anakinâs hand slowly gripped around the hilt of the knife before he brought it down into the soft top layer of icing. After the pieces were distributed, everyone found somewhere to sit and began conversing with whoever was close by.
Anakin sat in his normal spot on his sofa and you invited yourself to the seat beside him after he nodded you over.Â
You sighed as you sat on the plush couch; the weight of the baby was really getting to you so it felt nice to be off of your feet for a moment. Anakin set his plate down onto the end table to his left, then promptly draped his stiff arm over your shoulders to draw you closer.Â
âHiâ you smiled, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.
âHiâ he smiled back, leaning in to gently kiss you.Â
The two of you sat quietly for a moment just observing the others.
âWhat did you wish for?â you eventually said.
Anakin sighed and began to speak, âWell, I-â
You gently (but quickly) placed your hand over his mouth, making him confused.
âwha-?â
âShh, shh It was a test!â you giggled. âDonât ya know that if you tell your wishes, they wonât come trueâ you smiled.
He rolled his blue eyes with a smile and playfully obliged, âalright, if you say so. But it better come true, now that you said thatâ he winked.
âIâm sure it will, the birthday wish is a sacred traditionâ you joked as you batted your lashes at him.Â
âOf course it is,â he playfully responded.Â
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The party continued until Rex realized he had to be at work in 5 hours; Anakin thanked everyone and they all left with wide smiles. THankfully there wasnât much of a mess, so all you had to do was put the leftover cake in the fridge.Â
Once everything was taken care of, you took a seat on the couch next to Anakin once again. You leaned into his chest and ran your fingers through his sandy locks.Â
âI didnât think you would be this thrilled by a surpriseâ you said after a few moments of silence..Â
He grabbed his soda and drank some before speaking, âWell with all thatâs going on- whoâs to say Iâll get another one of these?â.
His grim reminder made your stomach drop. The macabre threat of Anakinâs eventual death always hung over your head, but the joyous events and lifted spirits of the evening must have kicked it to the back burner for a moment.Â
You bit your lip and leaned over to embrace him.Â
The two of you sat there for a while until you felt droplets landing on your shoulder. You pulled away to see Anakinâs blue eyes filled with a sea of sorrow.Â
âOh, AniâŠâ you sighed, pulling him into your chest.
âIâm scared, y/nâ.
You had nothing to say because you were just as scared; so instead you held him as tightly as you could.Â
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a/n: RAHH sorry again for being gone for so long đđ but i hope this chapter still is as enticing as the others!!
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Idk if you're taking requests rn (if not I'm sorry for bothering you đ) but I just had an idea based off of a post you made about Dream not being able to take his hands off of you when doing mundane human things. So what if...
The reader had just come back from going shopping that day and she arrives to Dream patiently waiting for her at her house. She tells him she went shopping and he feels intrigued to see what she has bought so she does a small fashion show for him to show off what she got herself (she has no shame just changing in front of him which keeps his full attention on how she slides the material over her body) and one of the things he noticed in her bags was a full piece lingerie that she was actually gonna use as a top but he gets other ideas and suggests she try it on for him too. đ€ needless to say it ends in some needy smut
(Again I am sorry if you aren't taking requests, but thank you for reading mine at least đ)
Shopping Spree
Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x Reader
(I don't really like writing smut and also I'm not good at it, so...use your imaginations at the end! Thank you for reading!)
The sun is already setting by the time that you make it home, laden with a couple of shopping bags and your wallet feeling just a bit too light for your liking. It was worth it, though, for the day spent with your friends and the self-care, both much needed. Shifting the bags around on your arms, you awkwardly fumble with your keys until youâre finally able to unlock your front door and swing it open so that you can slip inside.
When your eyes land on a figure sitting on your couch, silhouetted by the last rays of daylight, your heart skips a beat as you jump back. Itâs only when the figure stands up and the shadows seem to morph around them that you realize itâs your beloved Dreamlord. How long heâs just been sitting in your unoccupied living room, you canât say. Hopefully not long, but with him, you never know.
âMorpheus!â you greet cheerfully, excited to see him. âDid I forget about plans that we made?â
âNo, I simply finished my tasks sooner than expected and thought that I would come to see you.â
You go to accept a kiss from him, after which Morpheus disdainfully glances down at the bags getting in the way of fully being able to hold you.Â
âWhat do you have?â
âOh, some friends wanted to hang out, so we went shopping. I got some new clothes.â
He looks intrigued and a little confused, like he didnât know that people actually bought clothes instead of just creating them from dreamstuff. From this observation, an idea begins to form.
âDo youâŠI can try on some of the stuff that I bought, if you want. Do a little fashion show?â
You donât think that Morpheus has ever had somebody do a fashion show for him, and the idea obviously intrigues him (likely because he doesn't really know what a fashion show is). He nods after a moment of consideration, and you clap your hands together in excitement.
âOkay, sit down.â
Ushering him back to where he was sitting on the couch, you wait patiently until he's seated before you drag the bags over to you and begin to search through them. It was a true shopping day, including picking up a few household necessities that you were either out of or running low on, and you have to search for a bit before you find an article of clothing. Once your hand closes around the fabric, you pull it out of the bag and begin to change outfits.
You feel a little shy as you take off the clothes that youâre currently wearing without bothering to go into another room. You're not shy about your body in this situationâafter all, Morpheus has seen plenty of it, and constantly makes you feel like youâre something divine. No, itâs just awkward to change in front of anybody; you feel like you need to change as fast as possible, lest they grow bored or annoyed with you. There were more than a few occasions when you were younger where you ended up falling on the floor of the dressing room because you were trying to put jeans on too fast so that you could show your mom (oh, the horror) and she didn't have to wait too long.
After fixing the straps on your shoulders, you finally get the first outfit on. Holding your arms out, you spin in a slow circle to show off your dress, purple with lighter gradient accents. âFirst, I got this pretty little sundress. I like the way it flows when I move."
"It's a beautiful dress," Morpheus notes, "made even more beautiful on you."
Both the compliment and the way that he looks at you, intently and as though you're the most important thing in the world, makes you giggle nervously. "Thanks. It has pockets!"
You shove your hands in said pockets to demonstrate, and he smiles fondly. "There are many dreamers with wishful dreams of dresses with pockets."
"Considering it's still somehow super difficult to find dresses with pockets, I believe it."
Diving back through the bags again, you grab the first item that you can get your hand on and pull it out. After looking at it to check what it is (listen, the day was a whirlwind, alright?), you hold the small packaging out towards Morpheus.
"I got these earrings."
"They're stars," Morpheus notes.
"Yeah. They, uh," you flush before mumbling, "they reminded me of your eyes in the Dreaming."
Morpheus, of course, hears you loud and clear, and sports a satisfied smirk on his face at the confession.
Next, you pull a shirt out of a bag and slide your jeans back on so that you can model this purchase for him. The entire time, you can feel Morpheus's eyes tracking each small movement that you make. The way that you hop a bit to get your jeans up onto your hips, how you stretch when you lift your arms up to slide the shirt on, your fingers when you tug the shirt down over your torso. It makes you feel bared, but in the best of ways, because you're completely known and understood by the one you're bared for.
Morpheus nods in encouragement when you turn around to show him your shirt. "Very nice."
And so the routine continues. This is honestly more fun than you thought it would be. You've never had a romantic partner that you could show off to, and it's quite the confidence booster to listen to said partner compliment you while you have his undivided attention.
You pull out an item you're still back and forth on while you're trying to find the last shirt that you bought, and you move it to the side since you're still not sure whether you're going to keep it. Since it's lacy and black however, it immediately gets Morpheusâs attention.
âAndâŠthat?â he asks, sitting forward on your couch.
âOkay, I know it seems a little out of place, but hear me out," you begin to explain. "I saw this on Instagram, where the girl was wearing a lace bodysuit just like this under a pair of jeans and a blazer, and she looked amazing. I figured Iâd try it out, but Iâm keeping the tags on just in case it looks terrible and I need to return it.â
Holding it out in front of you, you can tell that the vision you had for this particular piece is completely lost on Morpheus. After all, how can he think about anything but how the lingerie bodysuit will look on you? Why would he want you to cover that gift up with unnecessary clothing?
âAre you not going to try it on for me as well?â Morpheus asks, so terrible at feigning nonchalance that you'd laugh if it weren't for the way that he swallows harshly after he speaks.
"I mean, I can. I just wasn't sure if I wanted to try such an experimental look while you're here."
You're being purposely obtuse now, teasing him innocently enough that he's not going to catch on.
"I'll show you without the other pieces first, and then you can help me decide if the outfit works."
"Go on, then," Morpheus says, practically shooing you off.
You duck into the bedroom with lingerie in hand, feeling a little nervous about changing into this in front of Morpheus. After you get it on, you give yourself a quick once-over in the mirror and try not to focus on all of your perceived imperfections. No, you're sexy, you're a temptress, you're trying to seduce your eldritch nightmare king! Seductresses are confident, you remind yourself, running a hand through your hair to try and make it look artfully messy before you turn on your heel and re-enter the living room.
It's almost impossible to look effortless as you lean a hip against the doorframe and try to pose for Morpheus, but you try. Apparently, based off of how still he's gone and the way that his lips are parted and just slightly trembling as he sucks in air he doesn't need, you've succeeded.
"So, here's the bodysuit without anything over it."
"Are you not going to spin in this one, too?" His voice comes out hoarsely, and you internally cheer.
"I can!"
You spin around extra slowly, making sure that Morpheus fully takes in what you're wearing.
"I'll go put on the rest of the outfit, then," you say when you're done.
"No." Morpheus's voice stops you from moving.
"No?"
He stands and stalks slowly towards you, making you gulp in nervous excitement. When he's standing right in front of you, he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you flush against him. You gasp, your hands flying up to his chest, and he assures you, "I quite like it just like this."
"You do, huh?"
Morpheus begins to place soft kisses on your face, everywhere except for your lips. "In fact, this might just be my favorite of your purchases from today."
"So...you think I should keep it?" you ask, your head starting to feel a little dizzy as you fight to keep your composure.
"Indeed." His fingers, which had been tracing along the lace, grab at the tags that you had left on before ripping them off smoothly. "However, I do have an idea of where it would look best."
Your voice trembles. "And where's that?"
Finally, he meets your lips to actually kiss you. "Your bedroom floor."
With that, Morpheus picks you up to take you to bed and prove that he's absolutely right.
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