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inseobts · 12 days ago

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Hii! Hope you are doing good! :> can i please request the Reaction of Luffy and 2-3 characters of your choice when their partner just sometimes gives their booty a simple pat, a gently slap or even a tiny squeeze as their own kind of affection for them? They might also be bold enough to do it in front of other since it is just their own way to say they appreciate their partner.

Thank you for your time and i hope this isn't weird

Booty Pat

gn!reader

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji

words count: 0.9k each

a/n: sorry, I've had writer's block these past few days, but I hope they still turned out well T.T

tags: fluff, humor, established relationship, physical affection, playful

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Luffy:

When you first got together with Luffy, you weren’t sure how to handle him.

He’s loud. He’s warm. He’s always touching your shoulder, your hand, sometimes flopping across your lap like a big rubbery cat.

You liked it. You really liked it.

But back then, you kept your hands to yourself. Maybe it was nerves. Maybe you were just too shy to be that free. Touching Luffy felt like touching the sun, a little too much all at once.

But Luffy never pulled away. Not once. He grinned when you kissed his cheek. He pulled you into hugs like it was breathing. And after a few months, something in you just… relaxed.

The first time it happens, you don’t even think about it.

You’re walking through the hallway of the Sunny, a towel thrown over your shoulder. Luffy’s standing by the wall, one foot up, talking to Usopp about how he once fought a giant goldfish. Again.

You pass by him, barely listening.

Pat.

Your hand lands right on his butt. Light. Natural. Like you’ve done it a hundred times.

You keep walking.

Three steps later, your brain catches up.

Wait.

You freeze mid-step "Did I just—?"

You turn slowly. Luffy’s head is tilted at you, blinking. Then his mouth spreads into that huge grin he always gives you when you’re being weird.

He starts laughing “Oi, Y/N! Did you just hit my butt?!”

Your face burns “I—I don’t know?? Maybe?”

He’s still laughing “That was funny! Do it again!”

You stare “What?”

“Do it again!” he repeats, turning and sticking his butt out toward you “Come onnnn!”

Usopp’s choking from laughter in the background “WHAT is happening right now?!”

You blink once. Then twice. Then your hand goes out and smack.

Luffy throws his head back “BAHAHA! I love you!”

You grin, finally relaxing “I love you too, idiot.”

A few days later you’re by the railing, watching the sea. Luffy walks past behind you.

Then... Pat.

You freeze. You whip your head around “Luffy.”

He’s already giggling “I did what you did to me!”

You gasp “You little thief.”

“You started it!” he shouts, running away before you can chase him.

Now it’s a Thing.

You pat his butt when you pass by. He pats yours when he’s bored. Sanji drops a plate once when you do it during dinner. Robin covers her mouth politely. Zoro grumbles “I hate this crew” everytime.

Luffy just keeps laughing. Everytime.

And you feel freer. Happier.

You might’ve started as the shy one. But now you’re the Captain’s number one butt-patter. And he’s totally okay with that.

One day you’re lying on the deck, half-asleep, enjoying the sun. Luffy’s voice makes you peek one eye open “Oi, Y/N…”

He stands over you, hands on hips, tilting his head.

“You slapped my butt three times today.”

You squint at him “Only three?”

He gasps “ONLY?!”

You yawn “That’s nothing. I’m pacing myself.”

Luffy bursts out laughing and flops next to you, limbs spread wide like a starfish “You’re so weird.”

“You like it.”

“I do.” He stretches, his shirt riding up a bit “It’s funny. Makes me feel like meat.”

You snort “You are meat.”

๋࣭ ˖ 𐔌 ⸻ ࿐ . ۫

One day Sanji is plating lunch. Zoro is already asleep at the table. Nami’s balancing ledgers while Robin reads quietly. Peaceful. Calm.

Then you walk behind Luffy.

Your hand lifts, and—Pat.

Nice and casual. Right cheek.

Luffy doesn’t even flinch anymore “That one was soft” he says through a mouthful of rice.

“Appreciation pat” you explain.

Chopper looks up from his bowl “What’s that mean?”

“It means they’re in love” Robin answers, smiling gently.

Usopp sighs dramatically “It used to be peaceful around here…”

“Don’t be jealous” you tease, sitting next to Luffy.

Luffy, unbothered, reaches over and places a lettuce leaf on your head.

You blink “What is this?”

“Affection” he says proudly.

“…Lettuce?”

“Yeah!”

“Luffy, no.”

The next day… you’re walking across the deck when you see him. He’s leaning over the side, watching the fish below, all relaxed and dreamy.

Perfect.

You sneak up. Slowly. Carefully.

Then—Pat.

“BAHAHA!” Luffy’s shoulders shake with laughter “You really do it every day, huh?”

“Every hour, actually.”

He turns to face you, eyes twinkling “Is it a rule?”

You nod “Butt appreciation is a serious job.”

He throws his arms around you, pulling you into one of his tight, full-body Luffy hugs “You’re soooo weird” he mumbles into your shoulder “But I like it.”

You grin “Then you better keep that butt safe. It’s a national treasure now.”

He pulls back, suddenly serious. “Do I need to put it in a safe?”

You laugh. “It is the safe.”

Meanwhile, somewhere on the Sunny…

Zoro: “If I see one more slap, I’m jumping off the ship.”

Nami: “You won’t.”

Zoro: “Watch me.”

Usopp: “We’re all just living in Y/N’s world now, huh?”

Brook: “Yohoho! May I pat a booty too—?”

Everyone: “NO.”

Back on deck, Luffy’s grinning like a fool while you sneak another pat on your way past him.

You’re not counting anymore. He is.

You’re at twelve for the day. A new record.

He pumps his fists in the air like he just won a battle.

“TWELVE!!”

You blow him a kiss and call back, “Lucky number thirteen is coming soon!”

He spins around, arms up, ready for it.

“OKAY! I’M WAITING!”

The others groan.

But you just smile.

This is how you love. And Luffy totally gets it.

── .✦ Zoro:

You and Zoro start slow.

Which, considering he nearly sliced your head off the first time you met, is kind of impressive.

He doesn’t talk much. Doesn’t flirt. Doesn’t do big shows of emotion. But when you touch him, even just resting your hand on his arm? He doesn’t move away. He lets you stay close. Sometimes he leans into it.

Eventually, things change. You get together. And Zoro… tries.

He’s not romantic. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. But when you’re alone, he’s soft. Real soft.

You can kiss his jaw and pull at his shirt and he just closes his eyes and lets you. He grunts, sure, and mumbles, “Tch, you’re annoying” but his hand’s already on your back, holding you there.

He’d never say it, but he loves your attention.

Until one day, when you’re walking behind him on the deck one morning. He’s shirtless, of course. Sweaty from training. Muscles flexing.

Your brain turns off. Your hand acts on instinct.

Pat.

Right on the butt. Perfect aim. Not hard. Just… appreciative.

Zoro freezes.

You freeze.

He turns his head. Slowly. Eye twitching.

“What the hell was that?”

You blink “…Compliment.”

He grabs your wrist. Not rough, but firm “Don’t.”

Your brows raise “Why not? I like your butt.”

“I don’t care.”

“You do care...” you say, smirking.

His ears go red.

A few days later you’re in the kitchen grabbing water. Zoro walks past. You’re feeling bold.

You go for it again.

He catches your hand before you make contact.

“Are you serious?” he mutters, gripping your wrist.

You just grin “It’s my love language.”

“My love language is ‘don’t do that where other people can see’.”

You pout “You let me when we’re alone.”

“That’s the point.”

“How?”

“Because no one’s watching!” he snaps, glancing around the room.

Sanji is definitely watching.

And cackling.

Zoro’s eye twitches.

You lean in close, whispering, “I think your crew should know you’re loved.”

He groans “They don’t need to know that through my ass.”

Later that night you’re sitting in the crow’s nest together. Just the two of you. Zoro’s sharpening his swords, quiet as always.

You crawl over and lean against him. He doesn’t say anything, but his arm shifts so you can fit under it.

You smile “Can I touch your butt now?”

He exhales slowly “You’re so annoying.”

“But you like me.”

“Unfortunately.”

Your hand drifts down.

This time, he doesn’t stop you.

You grin into his shoulder “So soft.”

He grumbles something under his breath.

You pretend not to hear him whisper, “Only you get to do that.”

The next morning you walk past him on the main deck.

You raise your hand.

Zoro glares before you even make contact.

“Don’t.”

You laugh “Okay, okay.”

You wait until you’re alone again.

Then—Pat.

๋࣭ ˖ 𐔌 ⸻ ࿐ . ۫

You’ve been good.

Sort of.

You don’t touch Zoro’s butt in front of the crew. Not technically. Not unless you’re quick and sneaky. Or it’s dark. Or no one’s facing your direction. You’ve developed stealth.

But Zoro is a swordsman.

His instincts are terrifying.

So no matter how fast you move... Wrist. Grabbed. Every time.

“Stop trying it,” he grumbles, walking beside you one afternoon “You’re not slick.”

You smile sweetly “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You do.”

You absolutely do.

Later, in the galley the crew’s eating dinner. Luffy’s stacking plates with meat, Sanji’s yelling, and Zoro is sitting next to you, arms crossed, calm.

Too calm.

You glance at his profile.

Sharp jaw. Broad shoulders. That little frown he always wears like it’s stitched to his face.

You bump your knee against his under the table.

And when he's about to stand up he glances at you.

You grin.

Your hand slides behind him and he catches your wrist. Under the table.

Without looking.

You nearly burst out laughing.

He squeezes your hand under the table and mutters, “You’re gonna make me leave.”

You whisper, “I'd like the view anyway.”

He grunts. But he doesn’t let go of your hand.

Not yet.

Meanwhile… Nami is staring.

Robin’s hiding a smile behind her book.

Usopp squints “Are they fighting? Or flirting?”

Sanji: “Honestly, with those two? Who knows.”

Luffy looks over “Zoro’s mad again?”

Zoro looks up “I’m not mad!”

Everyone stares.

Zoro realizes what he just yelled “…Shut up.”

Later that night you’re in the hallway, just outside your room. Zoro’s stretching, half shirtless, towel around his neck.

You pass by.

You don’t even think this time.

Pat.

Zoro whips around “You promised!”

“That was hours ago. New day.”

“It’s still the same day!”

You lean against the wall, grinning “It’s our thing. You’re just in denial.”

“I’m not—!”

You tiptoe up, hands on his chest now “Admit it. You like it. Just not when people see.”

He looks away, ears turning red “…Yeah, well. Not everything has to be a damn show.”

You press a kiss to his cheek “That’s fair.”

Then your hand drops—Pat.

He groans “You are the worst.”

You grin “You love me.”

He doesn’t answer. But he doesn’t stop you either.

The next morning you reach out in the galley.

Zoro doesn’t block you.

You blink “Wait. Are you letting me—?”

SMACK.

Right on your own butt.

You freeze.

Zoro stares at you, completely straight-faced “Balance.”

You gape “You just—?!”

He shrugs and walks away like it never happened.

Sanji drops a plate.

Usopp is screaming.

Luffy’s clapping like a seal.

Robin: “…Interesting.”

You’re left in shock “He fought back.”

You smile.

“Oh, it’s on now.”

── .✦ Sanji:

You’ve always been the affectionate type.

Hugs? Yes. Kisses? Any time. Sitting in Sanji’s lap while he chops carrots? Standard.

So when you pat his butt one day as you pass him in the galley it’s not planned. Not even a big moment.

In facts, he’s leaning over the counter, stirring sauce, saying something about the perfect thickness.

And your hand just acts on its own.

Pat.

A quick, loving little thing. Like closing a cabinet.

And without even thinking, you’re already walking away when you hear a “Mon dieu.”

You turn back.

Sanji’s frozen in place. His cigarette has fallen out of his mouth. His entire body is trembling.

“Did you… was that… on purpose?” he whispers.

You raise an eyebrow “What? Did what? Oh... Wait, the butt thing?”

He grabs the counter. His knees wobble. He’s vibrating.

“You… you touched my—?!”

You nod “Yeah? I mean... I wasn't thinking but I like your butt.”

He spins in place. Hearts in his eyes. Actual pink hearts.

“I am in love.”

“You already were.”

“More.”

A few days later you’re walking into the kitchen. Sanji’s tossing vegetables with dramatic flair, humming a little tune. You pass behind him.

Pat.

Right cheek.

“OHHH!” He spins, almost flinging a carrot across the room “Mon amour! Again?!”

You just wink.

He’s already melting.

Luffy: “Oi, Sanji, I’m hungry.”

Sanji, still swirling with glitter and roses “Shut up, I’m being adored.”

One day during a fight, the Straw Hats are surrounded. Some minor pirate crew, nothing serious. Sanji’s kicking through them like they’re made of paper.

You dodge a sword and slide up behind him.

You’re both breathing hard, back to back.

Then, all your brin could think of? Smack.

Your palm lands right on his butt mid-fight.

He gasps “Darling!!”

He twirls mid-air and kicks three guys at once.

“YOU FUELED ME!!”

Usopp: “Did Y/N just slap his ass as a buff?!”

Zoro: “I hate this ship.”

Back on the Sunny…

“You really don’t mind it?” you ask, arms around his waist in the kitchen.

“Mind?” Sanji repeats, stunned.

He turns to you, taking your face in his hands like you’re made of sugar and light “You could grab me in front of the World Government and I’d kiss you on the spot.”

You grin “Is that a challenge?”

“Oh yes, please.”

๋࣭ ˖ 𐔌 ⸻ ࿐ . ۫

The crew has stopped asking questions.

Any time they hear a pat, a smack, or even a playful squeeze, they just brace for the sound of Sanji’s lovesick shout “MON AMOUR!”

Brook: “Yohoho! He’s swooning again.”

Robin: “How charming.”

Nami: “They’re cute but I swear if I hear one more dramatic gasp—”

Pat.

“AHHHHHH!!”

Nami: “I’m moving ships.”

It’s been some time now since the very first pat.

At first, Sanji gasped like you’d proposed marriage every time you touched his butt. Heart eyes. Roses. Knees shaking. Full twirls. Theatrical monologues about how you must truly love him.

But now he looks like he's… used to it.

You pat him when he’s cooking. When he’s slicing. When he’s carrying groceries back from town. When he’s talking to Nami or Robin or any human being, even when he's bickering with Zoro. You sneak it in with expert timing.

At this point, the crew has even stopped reacting. Mostly.

And now Sanji doesn’t even flinch.

This morning you step into the galley. He’s standing at the sink, sleeves rolled up, dish towel tucked in his waistband.

He’s washing plates, quiet and calm, little bits of steam curling up from the hot water.

And he looks really good like this. Focused. Strong arms, wet hands, hair falling over his brow, shirt clinging to his back.

You cross the room like it’s instinct.

He doesn’t turn around. He hears your footsteps and hums lightly “Good morning, darling.”

Smack.

Your hand lands with a clean, perfect sound.

No gasp. No twirl. No drama.

Sanji just keeps scrubbing the plate.

“Careful,” he says. Calm. Smooth. Voice like caramel “I might start to expect that.”

Your fingers curl slightly. Just a little squeeze. Testing him.

Still nothing. A slow exhale. A slight tilt of his head. The corner of his mouth lifts.

You lean on the counter next to him “You’re not even gonna blush? A small drop of blood from your nose for me??”

He doesn’t look at you “If I blushed or got nosebleeds every time you touched me” he murmurs, “I’d die too soon and can't spend the rest of my life with you.”

Oh.

Now you’re the one blushing.

Five minutes later he finishes drying the dishes.

You’re sitting on the counter, watching him, legs swinging “I miss the twirls.”

He chuckles, setting a clean plate down “I still do them. In my head.”

You squint at him “Liar.”

He turns to face you.

And finally he smirks.

“Maybe I’ve just grown stronger,” he says, moving closer “Adapted to your constant, delicious affection.”

You try to keep your cool, but his hands are already braced on either side of your legs “You’re really okay with it?”

He leans in, breath warm “Darling,” he says, lips brushing your cheek, “the fact that you want to touch me all the time is the most romantic thing in the world.”

Then he pats your butt.

You yelp “HEY!”

He laughs, finally showing some of that old sparkle “Just returning the favor.”

You narrow your eyes “You trying to start something, Chef?”

“Only if you’re gonna finish it.” he whispers.

Outside the galley…

Zoro: “They’re still in there.”

Nami: “Yeah, I heard slapping.”

Brook: “I heard love.”

Luffy: “I heard food. Am I wrong?”

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gojos-version · 3 months ago

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hii!! :D can you write nsfw oneshot about pervy + nerd!gojo x reader after they had a huge fight?? 😳 pls pls pls ☹☹

Nerdjo pt 2 <3

Pairings- Y/N x Nerd! Satoru Gojo

Word count- 1.7k <3

Proof read- ✅

Warnings- Mating press, Stupid argument, fluff if you squint, doggy style, riding.

A/n- hey guys!! I’ve had some writers block lately but this request helped me come out of it. So thank you so much for your request <3 I've had alot on my plate that delayed me posting this, im so sorry </3 but its been a bit difficult to do anything i want to do lately. Besides being very busy i finally had time to post this. Thank you so much and I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 Nerdjo..save me..Nerdjo..

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“No Satoru, I’ve had enough.” You angrily spit out and walk to your bedroom and shutting the door, sitting behind it as a way to lock it. “W-wait- baby-!” He gasps out, “Please open the door, my love I’m so sorry please let’s talk about it more calmly!” He puts his head on the door trying to hold back his tears from forming.

Maybe you did have enough of your panties being stolen because now you have absolutely none! Anybody would be frustrated that they have no panties ! I mean would want to walk around panty- less???!! Sure, your boyfriend would enjoy it but what if you have to go in public! You sigh in frustration and grumble under your breath.

Satoru felt guilt wash over him, making his throat tighten up and shame for giving into his sexual desires. How could he be so selfish? You're going to leave him for sure. Thoughts were streaming into his head causing him to spiral, his glasses fogging up and his heart thumping against his chest in panic.

He didn’t even realize tears were streaming down his face, but he ignored them sitting in front of the door hearing your breathing that somewhat calmed him down. “You’re not going to… leave me right..?” He says quietly, sniffling softly. You felt your heart shatter a bit, you’d never want that. Ever.

Silently you open the door and peer down at his glossy cheeks and puffy eyes. You felt awful. But that didn’t excuse him from stealing your panties. He did it every day! And your previous panties weren’t returned so each new one you brought was taken by him. It was insanely frustrating but.. maybe you could’ve come about it a different way.

You sigh as you crouch in front of him, his blue puffy eyes boring into yours. “No, I’d never leave you. I just want you to stop taking my panties because I’m out. Again.” You cup his face in your hands, and he nods his head frantically- you're half surprised he didn't get whiplash, “it won’t happen ever again. I’m so sorry. I’ll return them all right now!”

Before he can get up you throw your arms around him in a somewhat hug since he’s still got his knees to his chest, he returns your hug almost instantly- wrapping his arms around you as he shoves his head on your shoulder. “I love you, ‘toru, okay? I’d never leave you. Especially over something stupid like this.” You reassure softly making his grip on you tighten.

“So…. What do you do with my used panties?” You pull back slightly and his entire face turns red. “U-uh..” he stutters out, “Why don’t you show me, hm?” You put a stray hair behind his ear, and he looks like he’s a second away from exploding.

“O-okay.”

Fuck you really shouldn’t have said that. You find yourself folded in half like a lawn chair and Satoru's swollen cock buried deep inside of you to the hilt. He only pulls out until the tip is left just to slam it back inside of you, hitting your sweet spot deliciously.

He’s got his biceps flexing as he has one hand pinning you in the position and well… the other has your soaked panties on his face as he inhales your scent pathetically. “F-fuck- hah-!” He cries out, “‘m sorry baby- I’m so sorry-ooohhh!!” He gasps out rambling mindlessly, his glossed lips in a constant o shape.

You hitch and moan underneath him, your body felt like it was tingling all over like popping candy was in your bloodstream, your sweet spot being hit over and over again. Was this your 3rd orgasm? or your 5th? You’ve lost count and you never would have thought your nerdy boyfriend was so damn filthy. “I-I’m gonna-!” He whimpers out and fuck you're on the brink of squirting all over the both of you. Again. The sheets are soaked beneath you both and it’s been a couple of hours by now all because Satoru's inhaling your sweet little panties.

“Gonna take it for me like a good girl, huh? Yeah?” he babbles, and you nod your head teary eyed from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through you. “A-all y-yours ‘toru-! Angh-!!” Before you know it, you’ve soaked your thighs, tummy, his thighs and abdomen. Your eyes roll back, and you feel like you’re on fire, your toes curling deliriously while your eyes roll back and shut. You swear you see the white pearly gates for a good moment. You sob under him and shake as you pathetically grip onto him for some stability.

He pants above you and flips you over. “Wha-more-?” You whimper out and you get your answer as he sinks his swollen cock into you, and he’s balls deep into you again. You grip the pillow beneath you as your walls clench and spasm around his hard, thick cock. He pulls your head up by your hair and shoves your panties in your mouth, “im-sorry- fuck- you wanted me to show you- what I do and-hah- think about-shit-!” Fuck. You think you’re about to pass out at this point. It felt like his cock was ripping your insides apart, you could just feel him. Nothing else. Nothing mattered except the two of you. All you could do was just sit there and take it. “A-and if I..go a bit deeper..and t-thrust up-! I’ll hit your-hah- g spot- again-!” He gurgles into your ear and squeezes your ass cheeks apart to get a better look at his cock in your sweet cunt.

“Shiiiiittt” He whimpers out, thrusting his cock up in need and he fucking laughs when your back arches deeper and you let out a muffled scream. “Found it.” He presses his chest onto your back and wraps his lets arm around your stomach pressing against the lewd bulge in your stomach and his free hand pinches your clit. “hah-! I’m sorry- I’m sorry- im shoorrrrrryyyyy!!” He cries out, “You- wanted this as much as I do- please- please! Please! Anngffhhhh!!” Fuck you couldn’t even find any strength to let out a hum in acknowledgment.

You felt pleasure in so much different places, and you didn’t have anywhere to run. Your clit, his cock deep into you, his arm squishing the bulge in your stomach- fuck it was all too much- your panties in your mouth and your head shoved in the pillow-your body felt half unconscious, but the pleasure was 0h so good and addictive you didn’t want it to stop.

Never in a million years would you have thought your nerdy boyfriend who rambles to you about Digimon or the one that lets you cock warm him while he helps you study or have soft vanilla sex would ever be this filthy. But who were you to complain when you’ve come about God knows how much. 7? 8? At this point your brain felt fuzzy and your body felt every single bit of pleasure coursing through your veins, head to toe like lightning flashing through the sky, the pleasure you were feeling was flashing through your veins deep and sharp. “Baby- love you- love you so much- don’t wanna ever make you upset at me ever again- please- hah- forgive me- please-“ He whimpers and the last thing you feel is his cock releasing thick spurts of cum deep in your womb, and you can barely process it before you’re joining his high and squeezing his cock like you walls wanted to strangle it.

Once your highs are ridden out, he slips his now soft cock out of you and flips you over softly. He takes your panties out of your mouth and presses kisses all over your face, jaw, neck and shoulders. “Are you still with me?” you hazily blink your eyes and adjust to your white-haired boyfriend pressing kisses all over you making a smile tug at your lips. Without saying anything you bring his lips to yours and kiss him softly making him moan softly into the kiss. You push him down with his back against the mattress and he looks up at you with confusion, “You still have energy?” You smirk and take his fogged-up glasses off his face, grinding your soaked pussy against his half hard cock.

You wipe his glasses clean and put them on his face softly, “Now you can see me ruin you this time.” A red blush decorates his cheeks, and he gasps out a breathy moan as you sink onto his once again hard cock, both of your bodies riddled with sweat and sore from your previous intercourse.

His hands find home on your hips as you start bouncing on his cock, slamming your hips down with a lewd wet noise with each slam of your hips, picking up your pace faster; internally smug at how his eyes roll back and shut. You study his body a bit. The way his toes curl and grip at the sheets bellow the both of you, the way his biceps flex and grip your hips like you’re the only thing keeping him sane, the way his abdomen clenches and the way he moans loudly not afraid to show you how good you make him feel.

In reality, Satoru wasn’t keeping it cool at all. He felt like he was going to explode. Incinerate. Into a million pieces. He got nervous whenever he was close to you and now?? He had no choice but to stare into your eyes and he felt so squeamish. His heart going a million miles per hour, honestly... he could handle it before. But whenever you’re on top and staring into his gorgeous blue eyes he can’t handle it. It’s like the first time you both ever met again. His heart flutters at the thought but he’s pulled out of his thoughts when his eyes blink up to focus on you. Fuck your perfect tits bouncing, your ass jiggling from the sheer force of your hips against his. How did you have any stamina left?

You giggle at his unusual quietness and lean down to kiss him, whimpering into his mouth as the two of you kiss harshly, getting messier and messier. Before the both of you knew it you were cumming all over his cock again, squeezing him so tight and he’s filling you up for the nth time tonight. You pull your lips away from his, rocking your hips against his softly. “So, baby, tell me about that new Digimon card you got.” His eyes light up and you softly bounce your hips onto his while he rambles about the amazing new card he scored.

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Weird Brain Hacks That Help Me Write

I'm a consistently inconsistent writer/aspiring novelist, member of the burnt-out-gifted-kid-to-adult-ADHD-diagnosis-pipeline, recently unemployed overachiever, and person who's sick of hearing the conventional neurotypical advice to dealing with writer's block (i.e. "write every single day," or "there's no such thing as writer's block- if you're struggling to write, just write" Like F*CK THAT. Thank you, Brenda, why don't you go and tell someone with diabetes to just start producing more insulin?)

I've yet to get to a point in my life where I'm able to consistently write at the pace I want to, but I've come a long way from where I was a few years ago. In the past five years I've written two drafts of a 130,000 word fantasy novel (currently working on the third) and I'm about 50,000 words in on the sequel. I've hit a bit of a snag recently, but now that I've suddenly got a lot of time on my hands, I'm hoping to revamp things and return to the basics that have gotten me to this point and I thought I might share.

1) My first draft stays between me and God

I find that I and a lot of other writers unfortunately have gotten it into our heads that first drafts are supposed to resemble the finished product and that revisions are only for fixing minor mistakes. Therefore, if our first draft sucks that must mean we suck as writers and having to rewrite things from scratch means that means our first draft is a failure.

I'm here to say that is one of the most detrimental mentalities you can have as a writer.

Ever try drawing a circle? You know how when you try to free-hand draw a perfect circle in one go, it never turns out right? Whereas if you scribble, say, ten circles on top of one another really quickly and then erase the messy lines until it looks like you drew a circle with a singular line, it ends up looking pretty decent?

Yeah. That's what the drafting process is.

Your first draft is supposed to suck. I don't care who you are, but you're never going to write a perfect first draft, especially if you're inexperienced. The purpose of the first draft is to lay down a semi-workable foundation. A really loose, messy sketch if you will. Get it all down on paper, even if it turns out to be the most cliche, cringe-inducing writing you've ever done. You can work out those kinks in the later drafts. The hardest part of the first draft is the most crucial part: getting started. Don't stress yourself out and make it even harder than it already is.

If that means making a promise to yourself that no one other than you will ever read your first draft unless it's over your cold, dead body, so be it.

2) Tell perfectionism to screw off by writing with a pen

I used to exclusively write with pencil until I realized I was spending more time erasing instead of writing.

Writing with a pen keeps me from editing while I right. Like, sometimes I'll have to cross something out or make notes in the margins, but unlike erasing and rewriting, this leaves the page looking like a disaster zone and that's a good thing.

If my writing looks like a complete mess on paper, that helps me move past the perfectionist paralysis and just focus on getting words down on the page. Somehow seeing a page full of chicken scratch makes me less worried about making my writing all perfect and pretty- and that helps me get on with my main goal of fleshing out ideas and getting words on a page.

3) It's okay to leave things blank when you can't think of the right word

My writing, especially my first draft, is often filled with ___ and .... and (insert name here) and red text that reads like stage directions because I can't think of what is supposed to go there or the correct way to write it.

I found it helps to treat my writing like I do multiple choice tests. Can't think of the right answer? Just skip it. Circle it, come back to it later, but don't let one tricky question stall you to the point where you run out of brain power or run out of time to answer the other questions.

If I'm on a role, I'm not gonna waste it by trying to remember that exact word that I need or figure out the right transition into the next scene or paragraph. I'm just going to leave it blank, mark to myself that I'll need to fix the problem later, and move on.

Trust me. This helps me sooooo much with staying on a roll.

4) Write Out of Order

This may not be for everyone, but it works wonders for me.

Sure, the story your writing may need to progress chronologically, but does that mean you need to write it chronologically? No. It just needs to be written.

I generally don't do this as much for editing, but for writing, so long as you're making progress, it doesn't matter if it's in the right order. Can't think of how to structure Chapter 2, but you have a pretty good idea of how your story's going to end? Write the ending then. You'll have to go back and write Chapter 2 eventually, but if you're feeling more motivated to write a completely different part of the book, who's to say you can't do that?

When I'm working on a project, I start off with a single document that I title "Scrap for (Project Title)" and then just write whatever comes to mind, in whatever order. Once I've gotten enough to work with, then I start outlining my plot and predicting how many chapters I'm going to need. Then, I create separate google docs for each individual chapter and work on them in whatever order I feel like, often leaving several partially complete as I jump from one to the other. Then, as each one gets finished, I copy and paste the chapter into the full manuscript document. This means that the official "draft" could have Chapters 1 and 9, but completely be missing Chapters 2-8, and that's fine. It's not like anyone will ever know once I finish it.

Sorry for the absurdly long post. Hopes this helps someone. Maybe I'll share more tricks in the future.

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azrielbrainrot · 5 months ago

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These Moments We Share

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader

Warnings: pure fluff, not proofread

Word Count: ~0,7K

Notes: I have a bit of writer's block so I wrote this little drabble in hopes that it will help a bit with it. I got the idea from #57 on this list.

Azriel had just came home from what you assume was a particularly tiring meeting with the High Lord and Lady, the famed warrior barely sparing you a greeting before striping his clothes off and laying down on your shared bed, easily finding his way between your legs, resting his head on your chest as he let out a heavy sigh, eyes closing immediately as if he had been dreaming of this moment all day.

You bite back a chuckle and start carding your fingers through his hair slowly, a smile spreading on your lips when he starts purring, wings falling heavily on the bed at your sides. The book you had been reading easily put to the side in favor of paying attention to your mate.

If someone had told you a few years ago that you would end up in this situation you probably would have laughed in their faces. Azriel was such a guarded male, always hiding behind his shadows and putting on a mask for the world to see, that it still felt surreal to see him let all of his walls down, allowing you to see all of him.

You could have never imagined that he'd be so needy either, even after years of friendship. No one would believe you if you told them how he lay on top of you now, large body tucked between your thighs, head resting on your chest, or if you told them about the soft sounds escaping him as your fingers played with his dark curls, the gentle puffs of air hitting your skin as he relaxed and his breathing deepened, but you were more than happy to keep it a secret, selfishly unwilling to share it with anyone.

“What is it?”

Azriel's words bring you out of your thoughts, a tingly feeling spreading through your body as you felt the rambling of his chest against your torso as he talked.

“Your hair's soft,” you murmur, one of your hands moving to rest on the back of his neck.

He lets out an unconvinced hum, knowing you were just changing the subject but letting you get away with it as he always did, nuzzling further into your chest before confessing, “I've been stealing your conditioner.”

“I know,” you chuckle, “you smell like strawberries.”

He shakes his head, lifting himself until his face is hovering over yours, smiling down at the pout that tugs at your bottom lip, missing his weight on you already.

“‘Smell like you.”

There's no time for you to appreciate the way your heart stutters in your chest at his soft words, whispered so beautifully in that low voice of his, before his lips meet yours, the world disappearing around you.

His scarred hands move under your nightgown, holding onto your waist as your arms find their way around his neck, pulling each other impossibly closer. You find it hard to pull away from him, moving to leave gentle pecks across his cheek when his lips abandon yours, a chuckle escaping him and an overwhelming amount of love rushing through from his side of the bond.

“It's late,” he sighs, laying down on his side, a strong arm wrapped around you as he moves you with him, not wanting you to stop your gentle assault on him.

You give him one last kiss, tasting his lips one last time before nodding and settling against his body. “We should go to sleep,” you whisper against his warm skin, “I was only waiting for you to come home.”

Azriel nuzzles into your cheek, hugging you even closer to him until it's impossible to see where he ends and you begin, dropping his wing over your body too as his shadows hide both of you from the world. Sleep already tugging at your eyelids now that you're surrounded by his warmth and scent. This moment couldn't be more perfect.

“Good night, Az.”

“Good night, my love.”

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel x y/n #azriel fluff #azriel drabble #azriel acotar #acotar x reader #acotar fanfiction #my writing

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sungbeams · 5 months ago

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WIP DUMP

okay so this is lowkey inspired by @jayparked posting about her wips a bit ago (check them out here she's crazy talented and i can't wait to read them all) and since i've been struggling with writing recently i thought maybe sharing some of my wips could help. also biggest thanks to snail for helping me with the synopses for some of these and listening to me stress over the banners and everything

if you want to talk to me about any of them or wanna get tagged pls don't hesitate to send asks or comment on this post, i'd love to talk about them some more🥺❤️

MIDNIGHT IN MILAN — lhs !! POSTED !!

⟡ ┆ featuring. heeseung x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, established relationship, idol AU (both heeseung and yn)

⟡ ┆ warnings. semi-public sex, unprotected sex, mirror sex, mild choking, creampie, fingering, tiniest hint of degradation (he calls her a slut like once), one singular spank, some hair pulling, not really any aftercare

⟡ ┆ estimated word count. 6k

they say love makes you do stupid things...surely fucking your boyfriend in the bathroom at the prada after party when your relationship isn't even public and neither of you can afford a dating scandal isn't that stupid, right?

(i'm well aware the hype around tipsy heeseung has already died down but i started writing this immediately after the pics dropped and then got hit by writers block so i'm dedicated to finish this)

!! more under the cut !!

HE HATES ME, HE HATES ME NOT — psh

⟡ ┆ featuring. sunghoon x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, enemies to lovers, coworker AU, miscommunication (ikik), lowkey past fuckboi sunghoon

⟡ ┆ warnings. hate sex, semi-public sex (in an archive room?), protected and unprotected sex (there's several smut scenes), choking, spanking, degradation, praise kink, oral (m. and f. receiving), handjob, fingering, manhandling, overstimulation, dacryphilia, spit kink

⟡ ┆ estimated word count. 20k

park sunghoon hates you, and you hate him. it hadn't always been like that, when you first joined the company he works at he was friendly, a real gentleman, but over time of working together he turns cold, sometimes even downright mean, and you cannot for the life of you figure out what caused the sudden change in his behavior. however, things between you change yet again when you 'accidentally' get locked in your offices archive room.

HOME IS WHEREVER YOU ARE — lhs

⟡ ┆ featuring. heeseung x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, college!au, friends to lovers

⟡ ┆ warnings. there's some talks of depression as well as unhealthy coping mechanism so be aware of that pls, protected sex (be proud of me okay), oral (f. and m. receiving), vanilla af, neither of them are virgins or inexperienced but they just having sex for the first time together after realizing they've been in love with each other for years :')

⟡ ┆ estimated word count. 14k

"distance makes the heart grow fonder." is no longer just a cliche saying. heeseung decided to follow his dreams, but doing so lead him to a different city, leaving you behind. no other friends, no hobbies to keep yourself busy, and no motivation to keep going, the only thing keeping you on some sort of routine is attending your college classes that your parents force you to go to. just when you're about to officially quit and give up, heeseung shows up out of nowhere and manages to pull you out of your slump, upturning your whole friendship in the process.

NATURAL REMEDY — pjs

⟡ ┆ featuring. jay x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, physical therapist!reader, patient!jay, probably hipaa violations idk just don't do this irl basically

⟡ ┆ warnings. unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), body worship (jay receiving bc he deserves someone to tell him or handsome he is), handjob, lots of oil, lowkey massage kink idek what to call this??

⟡ ┆ estimated word count. 5k

when jay hurts his knee while goofing around with his friends, his doctor recommends rest and physical therapy. lucky for him, your office is just around the corner, just that neither of you can make good on the ordered rest by doctor.

HEALTHY COMPETITION — lhs + sjy

⟡ ┆ featuring. heeseung x fem!reader x jake

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, college au, non-idol au, and they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates), no romance just fucking

⟡ ┆ warnings. basically no plot, threesome (duh), protected and unprotected sex, anal, double penetration, spanking, oral (m. and f. receiving), multiple rounds, manhandling, they make it a competition to see who can make her moan the loudest...

⟡ ┆ estimated word count. 9k

your roommates bickering should be nothing but white noise to you at this point, but when they both rope you into their little argument of who fucks better things take an interesting turn and a welcomed distraction from studying is provided.

SNEAKY LINK — sjy

⟡ ┆ featuring. jake x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, uni AU, frat boy jake (i'm sorry), friends with benefits but no one knows, alcohol consumption (they're not drunk and both consenting !!)

⟡ ┆ warnings. unprotected sex (it's a theme for me atp, don't do this irl pls), dry humping, fingering (it's jake come on now), kinda rushed sex ig, does it count as exhibitionism when they fuck in a spare bedroom idk, oral (f. receiving), breast play

⟡ ┆ estimated word count. 4k

frat parties usually weren't your thing, but when your best friend invites you (with the intention to be her wingwoman) you're not one to let her down. that is until you run into jake, whom you've been fooling around with without anyone knowing ...

#lia.txt #wips #wip dump #pls interact guys :(#gonna put some enha tags for exposure sorry in advance !!#heeseung x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #heeseung smut #sunghoon smut #jake sim x reader #jake sim smut #jay park x reader #jay park smut

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wbbfannnnnn13 · 2 months ago

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Almost, Always // Chapter 13

paige x azzi

Previous chapters: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

A/N: I know... I'm a day late here, but I've hit some writer's block on where to take this next so I've been sitting on it hoping for some inspiration. This is a bit of a filler chapter, but hopefully you'll feel fed a teeny bit before this weekend! Don't count on any updates until next week, sorry...

WC: 2.6k+

Chapter 13: Cookies...

Azzi POV

She could still taste the cookies.

Not the chocolate chip ones Paige brought over like they hadn’t just nearly killed each other on national television. No, those were warm and gooey and slightly underbaked—the way Azzi liked them, obviously. Paige knew what she was doing. That was the thing. She always knew what she was doing.

But that wasn’t the cookie Azzi was still tasting.

It was the other one. The kind that had her legs still a little shaky, her throat a little dry, and her sheets in need of a good wash—or maybe just retirement altogether. The kind of cookie that made her eyes flutter shut mid-thought just remembering how Paige’s mouth had moved—slow, deliberate, like she was making up for lost time. Or like she thought she might not get the chance again.

She rolled over in bed, the morning light already slipping in through the blinds. The spot beside her was empty now, but the imprint of Paige’s body still lingered in the sheets, just like her scent—vanilla and sweat and something that always, always made Azzi feel at home.

Last night had been… a lot.

The kind of a lot that made her brain short-circuit when she tried to piece it all together. Paige had shown up with that crooked smile, those ridiculous cookies, and eyes that said I love you.

She’d seen that look before. Azzi let her mind wander back to a different, simpler time.

It had been a weird kind of winter. The kind where time slowed down but your thoughts didn’t—where everything outside kept moving like normal, but you were stuck in pause.

Both of them were sidelined—Paige with her ACL, Azzi with yet another knee injury. The rehab schedule was brutal in its own right, but the real drain came from the silence. The waiting. The not-playing.

Azzi had claimed the dorm common room couch that night, her leg propped up in the bulky, humming compression sleeve that wrapped around her knee like a cold, clingy ex. The air pump clicked rhythmically as it inflated and released, over and over, steady like a metronome.

On the TV? Some random nature docuseries. Bears in the Arctic or something equally irrelevant. She wasn’t even watching it. Not really. Just letting it run. She couldn’t stomach watching the game that night. Couldn’t watch her teammates run up and down the floor while she was stuck here, wrapped in neoprene and frustration.

“Didn’t peg you for a wildlife girl,” Paige said as she appeared beside her, holding two Gatorades and a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos like they were gourmet offerings.

Azzi didn’t flinch. Paige had a way of appearing without warning, like her body just gravitated toward Azzi’s orbit on autopilot.

“I needed background noise that wasn’t ESPN,” Azzi muttered, not taking her eyes off the screen as a polar bear dug into a snowdrift. “And I don’t want to talk about it.”

Paige handed over a Gatorade without a word and eased down onto the opposite end of the couch, leg stretched straight out in front of her, the brace on her knee still locked in place. She winced a little as she shifted, then settled.

They sat in silence for a while. The kind that was only comfortable when it was them.

Eventually, Paige spoke—quietly, eyes still on the screen. “You looked pissed earlier. Like, real pissed. When I saw you leave practice.”

Azzi sighed. “It’s just… frustrating. Being in the gym but not in it. Watching everyone else do the thing you love, and all you can do is walk in a straight line and hope today’s the day your knee stops clicking.”

Paige nodded slowly. “Yeah. I get that.”

She didn’t elaborate. She didn’t have to. They were both living the same limbo.

Azzi finally turned her head, eyes dragging across Paige’s profile— in one of those giant hoodies she never took off with her blonde hair pulled back in a haphazard bun like she’d stopped caring halfway through.

And when Paige looked back, something in her eyes shifted.

There it was—that look. Something Azzi hadn’t seen her use on anyone else. Not teammates. Not fans. Not even the cameras she knew so well. It wasn’t just soft—it was singular. Like Paige had an entire look saved just for her, tucked away behind all the bravado and sarcasm she handed out to everyone else. It was quiet and steady and undeniably hers—a kind of gentle that didn’t ask for anything in return, that just was. And the way it landed on Azzi… it didn’t feel performative. It didn’t even feel like comfort. It felt like recognition. Like Paige saw every ache, every fracture, every bit of Azzi trying to be strong—and loved her more for it.

Like she saw Azzi hurting and didn’t want to fix it—just wanted to sit in it with her.

“You know you’re not alone, right?” Paige said, her voice low, almost hesitant. “I mean… you don’t have to be.”

Azzi blinked. “I know.”

They looked at each other a second too long.

Paige reached for the remote and muted the TV without breaking eye contact. The room fell into a hush. The only sound was the quiet hiss of Azzi’s rehab machine.

Paige’s fingers brushed Azzi’s hand—barely a touch. But it was enough.

And in that quiet, half-lit room, surrounded by static and snow bears, Azzi felt something shift. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just a soft click, like something inside her had lined up without trying.

She didn’t know what it meant then. Not fully.

But she knew this: Paige looked at her like she mattered. In a way no one else did.

And nothing had been quite the same since.

Azzi stretched out like a cat, immediately regretting it as her thighs screamed in protest. Not from practice. Not from game two. From Paige.

She smirked to herself. “So that’s how she says sorry now,” she muttered, flopping back onto the pillows.

In her defense, the foul had been egregious. The elbow to the ribs and the forearm to the chest sent Azzi straight to the floor like a cautionary tale.

“I didn’t mean to hit you that hard,” she had said last night, voice low, eyes apologetic, hands not-so-innocently creeping under Azzi’s hoodie.

“Damn, I knew you were competitive, but body-slamming your girlfriend? Wild.” Azzi had shot back, but she wasn’t exactly pushing her away. In fact, she’d leaned in. Let herself sink into the familiar warmth of Paige’s touch like her body remembered something her brain was still sorting through.

But they hadn’t talked. Not really. Not about the photo. Not about the video. Not about the silence.

What they had done was close the gap between them in the oldest way they knew how—fast hands, shallow breathing, a lot of whispered are you sure’s and I missed you’s, tangled up in the spaces where words used to be. It was easier that way. Safer.

But now, in the bright clarity of morning, Azzi couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation they still hadn’t had. About the way Paige’s eyes had lingered on her afterward, like she wanted to say something else but didn’t know how.

They had another game to prepare for. Another battle in this short, brutal series. And as Azzi really thought about it—laying there in the quiet of her room, Paige’s scent still clinging to her sheets—she wasn’t sure when that conversation would actually happen.

Because one of them would be moving on soon. One of their seasons was about to end. And whichever way it went, it wouldn’t be fair to pull focus. Not now. Not with everything on the line.

So for now, the words would have to wait.

The feelings? Not so much.

Azzi finally peeled herself out of bed, limbs still a little sore in that satisfying, post-win, post-Paige kind of way. The apartment was quiet, the early D.C. light pouring in through the slats of her blinds, washing everything in soft gold. She padded barefoot into the kitchen, hoodie sleeves pushed up, hair tied in a loose, haphazard bun.

The silence was peaceful—not empty. Like the air still held the echo of last night’s laughter, soft sighs, and tangled limbs. Her muscles ached in ways she didn’t mind. Her heart? A little steadier than it had been in weeks.

She reached for the coffee grinder, instinct kicking in. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted breakfast yet—just needed something warm to anchor her. As the beans started to hum and rattle in the machine, her eyes flicked toward the living room—and that’s when she saw it.

Paige’s hoodie.

The gray one with the faded USA Basketball logo and a slight tear in the collar—the one Azzi had tried to steal half a dozen times in college. It was draped over the back of a chair like it had been left on purpose. And maybe it had.

Azzi walked over slowly, drawn in without realizing it. Draped across the chest of the hoodie was a small folded piece of paper, tucked into the collar like a secret.

She hesitated only for a second before picking it up.

Her name was written in Paige’s handwriting—messy, left-slanted, ink a little smudged.

She unfolded it carefully.

Azzi,

Just in case you woke up and wondered if last night was real — it was. I’ll take the foul if it means I get to make it up to you like that again.

You were unreal out there. You were insane last night. Like, straight-up unfair. I had the best seat in the house, even if you did kinda cook me.

There’s still a lot we need to figure out. But I’m not scared of it anymore. Not if you’re still choosing this. Still choosing me.

See you back in Dallas.

Try not to miss me too bad.

—P

Azzi read the note again, a breath catching in her throat at that last line. Try not to miss me too much.

“Menace,” she muttered under her breath. But she was still smiling—helplessly, stupidly, like her body didn’t know how to do anything else anymore when it came to Paige.

She reached for the hoodie without thinking, hands slipping into the sleeves like it was muscle memory. The fabric was oversized and worn in, soft in that way only old clothes and steady love could be. It still smelled like her—vanilla, gym sweat, a hint of something warm and unmistakably Paige.

Azzi pulled the hood up, tugging it over her bun like armor. The hem hung low on her thighs, brushing against bare skin as she moved back toward the kitchen.

Wrapped in it, she felt stupidly safe. Like the night hadn’t ended. Like Paige had never left.

She flipped on the stove, cracked a couple of eggs into the pan, and leaned against the counter, watching the whites sizzle and spread. The note was still sitting there beside her coffee mug, folded and soft at the edges now, like it already belonged to her.

Back in Dallas.

She could still feel Paige’s hands on her hips. The scrape of her teeth against Azzi’s shoulder. The sound of her laugh muffled into her neck.

Azzi exhaled slowly, the kind of exhale that meant okay. I’m in this.

Game three was coming. So was everything else. The conversations, the questions, the spotlight.

But wrapped in Paige’s hoodie, Azzi felt like she could breathe through all of it.

She didn’t say it out loud—not yet.

But she was ready. _____________________________________________

Paige POV

The flight was quiet in that way early morning flights always were—just enough hum from the engine to lull you into your thoughts, not enough chaos to drown them out. Paige had her hoodie pulled up, legs stretched long under the seat, and a travel-size pack of cookies open on the tray table, mostly untouched.

Not Azzi’s cookies, obviously. These were dry, sad, clearly baked in a facility that had never known joy. Or butter.

But still. It made her smile.

Because the real ones? She’d baked them herself—slightly underbaked on purpose, the way Azzi liked, gooey in the center, golden at the edges. She’d shown up to Azzi’s apartment with a box of those and a heart in her throat, not totally sure what to expect. And then…

Well.

They hadn’t talked much.

But they had talked. In their own way. In a language made of hands and mouths and maybe’s whispered into collarbones. Of laughter caught between kisses, of Azzi arching up into her with something that sounded a lot like forgiveness.

And the hoodie had been left on purpose.

She could picture Azzi in it now—hood up over that messy bun, sleeves swallowed past her hands, walking barefoot into the kitchen like the night hadn’t ended yet. Paige imagined her reading the note she tucked into the collar, that little smirk forming slowly like molasses, like, yeah, okay, you still got me.

The thought warmed her.

For the first time in weeks, Paige felt like she could breathe again. Like the coil inside her chest had finally unspooled. She wasn’t overthinking. She wasn’t bracing for the next headline or rehearsing what she’d say if Azzi pulled away again.

Because she wasn’t pulling away.

She had let her in.

Paige could still feel the weight of Azzi’s hand on the back of her neck. Could still hear her say stay, just stay a little longer like it wasn’t even a question.

And that was enough.

Game three was coming, sure. Someone was going to win and someone was going to go home, and it was going to hurt no matter which way it landed. But Paige wasn’t worried about them anymore. Not like she had been.

They weren’t broken. Not even cracked. Just paused. Just bent around the pressure for a minute, the way all good things do when the world tries to press in too close.

But now?

Now they were coming back to themselves.

Paige leaned her head against the window, watching clouds blur by in soft waves. The sun was starting to rise over the wing, casting everything in that peachy, golden light that made the world look softer than it probably deserved to be.

Her phone was still on airplane mode, tucked into the pocket of her hoodie, but she didn’t feel the usual itch to check it. She wasn’t spiraling. Wasn’t scanning the news cycle. Wasn’t wondering if Azzi had changed her mind in the two hours since she’d kissed her goodbye.

She was just here. Floating somewhere between cities and certainty, stomach full of cheap airline cookies and something dangerously close to joy.

She wasn’t naïve. She knew they still had stuff to work through. But for the first time in weeks, that didn’t scare her. She didn’t feel like she was holding on by a thread anymore.

They were good.

They were them again.

And Paige? She was already thinking about what she’d say when she saw Azzi next. Already planning which song she’d add to their shared playlist. Already wondering if she should just pack the ring in her gym bag and carry it around like a secret lucky charm.

Because if there was one thing she knew now, deep in her chest where the doubt used to live—it was this:

Azzi wasn’t running.

And Paige had never been more sure of anything.

She smiled to herself, letting herself lean back in and settle in the chair, and let the hum of the plane carry her the rest of the way home.

Everything was falling back into place.

#pazzi #paige x azzi #pazzi fics #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #uconn wbb

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venusentranced · 2 months ago

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I've been having a few thoughts of sub!heeseung who had been watching way too many edits of himself and thoughts ENGENE'S thoughts about him being a Dom so when he comes home he starts bossing reader around and telling her to stop showing him attitude or he'll f*ck it out of her/him.

But! On text reader promised Heeseung he could hit, but they change their mind and makes him ride her/his thigh but poor guy wants the strap/dick (or you can change it into Heeseung just wanting to be in the coochie for female.)

I actually do prefer female for this thought but you can choose.

˖˙⟡ heeseung needs an attitude adjustment after he lets edits of himself go to his head. ⟢ warnings: established relationship! sub!idol!heeseung x f!dom!reader - attempted dom!heeseung but he fails miserably, heeseung is a little bratty but it's just desperation, thigh riding, dirty talk, degradation & praise, brief masturbation, some groping, hand job at the end, mommy is used like twice, heeseung is generally unlike himself for a bit but we do it for the plot! i think that's everything? word count: approx. 1.6k ‧₊˚ ┊i've got serious writers block right now so if this lackluster or kind of bad i'm very sorry (╥﹏╥) please feel free to critique it or to resubmit your request if you don't like it. i didn't proofread

the night rapidly approaches a close, the apartment is clean and the moon is full, the only thing missing now is your boyfriend. heeseung has practice late into the evening these days, preparation for a new comeback as well as festival season has him scattered about, spring was always such a busy time for your lover.

the door opens and closes rather loudly, "heeseung?" you call out at the abrupt sound. "i'm home, come help me." initially you're confused by the way he's speaking, it's almost as if he's angry but he didn't mention anything and you certainly hadn't done something. your approach to the entryway seems to be too slow, soon he's demanding that you move faster. "hurry up!" your confusion soon devolves into frustration. "what is the problem?" you question, there's nothing to indicate he needs your help at all, he's not hurt or burdened by a bunch of items—he's just standing there. "do you need help undressing?" there wasn't malice, spite, or even angry to your question, it was common for you to help him get dressed and undressed but something about the exasperated tone just sets him off. "watch your attitude." he retorts; your face drops, arms instinctively crossing your chest and you give him an irritated look. "what attitude?" heeseung's shoes slide off and he takes a few small steps towards you, "do you need me to fuck it out of you? yeah, i bet that's your problem, you need me to fuck back into your place." never in the duration of your relationship has heeseung behaved in such a manner, never did you think he'd completely lose his mind. "i know you're not speaking to me like that." his new demeanor falters a little bit but he picks the act right back up. "like what?" you take a silent breath, "you want to talk to me like you're in charge? you want to act like it's you who fucks me into place?" the beginning of your interrogation has the boy straightening out his posture and sealing his lips tight. "you asked me earlier today, no, not asked, begged me, to fuck you. "mommy today's been long when i come home will you make me feel better?" "please help me i need you." now you want to act like this? what's gotten into you?" his mouth opens and closes a few times but nothing comes out. "oh! now you've got nothing to say?" he looks down at his feet, folding his hands in front of him. "i just saw... these edits engene make and i thought i'd try it." the muttering that borders on whispering is not helping his case but you will give him a pass on the account that it's his first time acting out like this. "we've been together too long for you to start acting like a little slut because you saw an edit of yourself." your voice is comforting despite your language, you pick up his face and look him in the eye. "never pull that with me again."

the night carries on like normal, your nightly routine goes smoothly, he showers and when he's done he crawls into bed with you. his body slots itself next to you, his head resting on your chest and you begin to run your fingers through his hair. there's comfortable silence while you're trying to fall asleep until heeseung calls out your name quietly, "yes, baby?" his eyelashes flutter against your skin before he looks up at you, nervously licking his lips. "will you help me still?" his voice is tiny but it's met with you laughing dryly at him. "after that stunt you pulled, you think you deserve that?" your response isn't exactly harsh because your tone of voice is playful and teasing, heeseung shakes his head no anyway. "but i'll be good, i promise." he answers, you hum to him while you think about whether you should bother with his antics again tonight or not. "mommy, please, i'll be good, i'll do everything you say." you look down at him and his big eyes are staring right up at you, brimming with tears. he's so pathetic, "you're so pathetic." but you really can't say no to him, you tap his shoulder for him to move, freeing yourself from the blanket and sitting up; an oversized t-shirt and a lack of pants has proven once again to be useful. you pat your thigh without a word and he looks at you cluelessly. "you're certainly not getting inside me after your little outburst, use my thigh or don't get off." it takes no time at all for heeseung to rid himself of his shorts and boxers, timidly straddling your leg like he's never done it before. you push his hips down and begin to gently guide them back and forth, his hands take hold of your shoulders to make sure he's steady before he starts to move on his own. small whines tumble out of his mouth as he makes poor attempts at getting himself off. "come on, baby, you can do better than that. spit on it, make it wet." your words so slow and falsely encouraged make him whimper, bring his palm to his mouth and spitting into it, he spreads his spit around his dick with a soft moan. he buries his face in your neck and picks his movement back up, his hips rising and falling in slow, deliberate motions to rub himself against your bare thigh. there's a small beat of silence and hesitation while he considers if he should try to get you to help him further, ultimately deciding to bring his hands up to your chest to grope you through your shirt. "did i say you could touch me?" you tease but he only whines in response, his hands getting harsher as he moves them around in his hands, squeezing and grinding at the same time. "please, fuck me." he murmurs, continuing to hump your leg that's grown wet between his spit and precum. "no, you don't deserve it. be a good boy and fuck yourself." heeseung mewls at your rejection, kissing your neck to try and convince you to say yes. "god, you are such a slut!" your words egg him on further, spitting back in his hand to wet his dick further and then resuming his desperate groping of your body. "look at you, you're trying so hard to make me fuck you and you're failing at it, how can you be bad at being a whore?" there's a shock of realization with your teasing, he could be trying harder, now he has to try harder. he leans back to face you, taking one of his hands off your body to use it to jerk himself off inside. a loud moan running away from him as his hand starts to move itself across his dick. "it feels so good..." he trails off, "yeah? but you know i do it better." reminding him that he never makes himself feel as good as you makes him frustrated. "but you won't- ah- you won't help me." his voice just sounds pathetic. "no, you're jerking yourself off when i never told you that you could. why would i help you when you can't follow simple directions?" heeseung lets go of himself and leans back into your shoulder, groaning in frustration at your refusal to change your mind, his eyes are full of tears and all he wants is quick release but you won't give it to him. his hips pick back up with a small grunt.

a few minutes pass without another incident, he's putting in all the work he can muster and pouring out whines and quiet moans like a broken faucet. "there's my good boy," your praise gives heeseung more drive to get himself off, he loved when you were mean to him but nothing was better than when you praise him. "you're my good boy, right, heeseung?" he nods into your neck, he's run out of words from his tiredness. "so hard and needy just for me, right?" he mutters out a "yes" and presses himself harder against you. "gonna make yourself cum on my thigh? make a big mess?" release felt like it was miles away from him when you started but the more you talk the closer he seems to be getting. your hand sneaks up his thigh and wraps around his shaft, he gasps at the sudden contact followed by a broken moan when you start stroking him. "see what happens when you're a good boy?" your hand feels like magic, he's convinced it's never felt his good before. "i'll be good." he whispers, grinding into your hand, he's drooling onto you since his mouth is hanging open and you stifle a laugh at his last ditch effort to make you finish it for him. he twitches slightly, presses his chest flush to yours as he teeters on the edge. "gonna cum!" he announces, you slowly remove your hand and press him back into your skin. "make yourself cum, be good." if heeseung wasn't delirious he'd probably complain, instead he does exact as you say, riding your thigh as fast as he could before he abruptly stopped; he gasps, grabbing your shirt and starts panting like a dog. a warm wet spot seeps through your shirt and a larger one develops on your thigh, you run your fingers through his hair to soothe him through his orgasm. your lips paint a thousand tiny kisses across his face as you whisper to him about how well he did.

#sub!idol #sub!enhypen #sub enhypen #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen x reader #sub heeseung #sub!heeseung #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung x reader #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours

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thoughtdaughtersworld · 3 months ago

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Silent Lullabies Pt 4.

Azriel X f!reader

Summary: Azriel and Y/n take a step closer to each other but is that enough

Warnings: angst, emotional turmoil!!

Authors note: Finally back!!! I've been dealing with major writers block and just trying to survive in school lol. Also this chapter is a bit short but the next one is going to be longer.

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The words hit you like a wave, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. Everyone went still, and then the murmur of congratulations began, but you were still frozen. They had all been smiling, but their eyes flickered nervously toward you, unsure of how to react, how to celebrate when they knew the state of your heart, when they knew you were not quite there with them.

You tried to smile, tried to be happy for her, and you whispered, “I’m happy for you, Fey,” but the words felt like they got stuck in your throat. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy for her—of course, you were but something sharp and painful cut through you. You hated that you felt sad. You hated that the joy you wanted to share with her felt tainted by the emptiness inside you.

Feyre’s voice softened, and she started, “I wish-” but she didn’t finish.

“Don’t,” you whispered, your voice tight, almost broken. You stood up quickly, needing to put some distance between you and the table, between you and the growing ache in your chest. You reached out, pulling her into a hug. “You’ll make an excellent mother,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. Feyre hugged you back tightly, her arms warm and reassuring, but all you could feel was the distance between you and everything that used to be.

You pulled back from the hug, forcing a smile even though it felt like a mask slipping over your face. “Excuse me, I’ll be going to bed,” you said quietly, the words barely more than a whisper. You couldn’t stay there, couldn’t sit at the table and pretend everything was okay when it felt like your walls were cracking under the pressure.

You turned quickly, walking toward your room, but as you passed through the hall, you heard the sound of their laughter, their congratulations, the excited murmurs of joy filling the air. And you stopped for a moment, your hand on the doorframe, your chest tight. You wanted to be happy for her. You wanted to celebrate with them. But why did it feel like everything inside of you was crumbling, like you were too far gone to share in that happiness?

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Azriel had seen how broken you were when Feyre announced her pregnancy. He had felt it through the bond you had forgotten to close off this evening. Every raw emotion crashed into him, the sharp sting of sorrow, the aching hollowness that you tried to bury beneath a forced smile. It settled inside him like a weight, pressing against his ribs, making it hard to breathe.

His eyes followed you as you walked away, his shadows shifting restlessly, aching to follow you, to wrap around you and shield you from this moment. But he stayed seated, forcing himself to believe that maybe—just maybe, you wanted space. That you needed to process this on your own.

But anger burned low and simmered beneath his skin. They knew. Rhys and Feyre knew how fragile you still were, how much you had lost, how much you still carried. And yet they had sprung this on you tonight, in front of everyone, as if it wouldn’t crack something inside you. Azriel was happy for them truly, he was, but did it have to be now?

"Excuse me," he said, standing abruptly.

Rhys reached out, stopping him before he could leave. “Az,” he murmured, regret lining his voice.

Feyre’s face was tight with guilt as she glanced toward the door you had disappeared through. "I didn’t think she was going to come down tonight," she admitted. "I had planned to announce it, but… I should have waited."

Azriel clenched his jaw, his wings tensing as he exhaled sharply. He wanted to be understanding, he knew Feyre hadn’t meant to hurt you, but that didn’t change the fact that she had. That Rhys had.

"You should have waited," he said, his voice low, controlled, but edged with something sharp. "She’s barely keeping herself together as it is."

Feyre’s expression crumbled, her lips pressing into a thin line. "I know," she whispered. "I just—I thought maybe it would bring her some happiness."

Azriel scoffed softly, shaking his head. "You thought wrong."

Rhys sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Az—"

But Azriel was already turning away. "I’m checking on her," he said, leaving no room for argument.

Just before he stepped out of the room, he paused, glancing back at them. His gaze softened, sincerity threading through his words. "Congratulations, brother. Truly, I mean it." And then he walked out.

The hall was quiet, save for the distant murmurs of celebration behind him. But his focus was already elsewhere. His shadows stretched ahead, slipping under doors and down corridors, searching for you, drawn to your pain as much as he was.

And when he reached your door, hesitating only for a second before knocking softly. No answer

Azriel knocked again, harder this time, his patience fraying. Still no answer. A sinking feeling clawed at his chest, and before he could second-guess himself, he pushed the door open.

The room was empty.

Panic shot through him like ice. His shadows darted ahead, swirling through the space, searching, desperate. The room was eerily still, untouched, but then—then, his eyes caught the faintest flicker of movement. A sliver of light from the slightly ajar bathroom door.

Azriel crossed the room in a heartbeat, the door creaking as he pushed it open.

His breath caught.

Glass shimmered across the tiled floor, jagged pieces reflecting the dim light. And there, in the too-cold water of the bathtub, you sat curled into yourself, your arms wrapped tight around your body.

His heart pounded against his ribs. The sight of you, so small, so utterly broken—knocked the breath from his lungs and almost brought him to his knees.

"Love," his voice cracked, raw with emotion as he moved closer, careful of the glass beneath his boots. You didn’t respond. You only stared blankly ahead, as if you weren’t even fully here, as if you had been dragged somewhere unreachable.

Azriel crouched beside the tub, his hands hovering above the water, unsure if you’d let him touch you. "You're freezing," he whispered, his voice thick with something dangerously close to desperation.

Still, you didn’t move.

Azriel doesn’t hesitate. He pulls off his boots, stepping into the tub without a second thought, the cold water soaking through his clothes as he settles across from you. He doesn’t care. Not about the chill, not about the discomfort—only about you.

For a long moment, neither of you speak. The silence stretches, thick with things unsaid, until his voice finally breaks through.

“Talk to me,” he pleads, his hands finding your arms, rubbing slow, steady circles in a desperate attempt to warm you. His touch is gentle, grounding. “Please.”

You swallow hard, your gaze dropping to where the water ripples between you. “I didn’t—” Your voice falters, but you force yourself to continue. “I am happy for Feyre. If that’s why you’re here.” You lift your eyes to meet his, searching, hoping he understands. “I just… I just couldn't be in there.”

“Hey,” he says softly, tilting his head, trying to catch your gaze. “I’m here for you. And you never have to explain what you feel to me, not now, not ever.” His voice is firm, unwavering. “I’m always on your side, no matter what.”

You nod, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the tears at bay.

Azriel watches you for a beat before exhaling through his nose, as if making a decision. “Come on,” he murmurs, reaching for a towel. He wraps it around your trembling body, his movements careful, deliberate. The warmth seeps into your skin, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth in his touch, the steady way he holds you as he helps you up.

He doesn’t say a word as he dries you off, dresses you in one of your softer nightgowns, then guides you to the bed. Only after cleaning up the shattered glass does he return, standing beside you, his eyes still searching, still worried.

He’s about to say something when you shake your head, cutting him off.

"I'll be fine, Az," you say, forcing a small, fragile smile. You don’t want him to stay. You don’t want him to see how bad your nights have become.

For a moment, he doesn’t move. His gaze lingers on you, as if debating whether or not to push.

"Don't do that," Azriel says, his jaw clenching. "Don't push me away."

He wanted—needed—to be here with you. He knew the mental toll tonight had taken on you.

You stay quiet. "I just can't do this right now," you exhale, the lie slipping easily from your lips. "I just need to be by myself."

Azriel steps forward, kneeling in front of you. You try your hardest to look anywhere but at him, to escape the vulnerability in his eyes, because you know one look is all it would take for you to give in.

His fingers brush against your cheek, tilting your face towards him, his touch impossibly gentle..

"I'm scared." His voice wavers.

Your breath catches. "What?"

Azriel takes a shuddering breath, his throat bobbing as he swallows.

"I'm scared that if I walk out that door, something's going to happen." His voice is barely above a whisper now, raw with emotion. "And I—" He exhales shakily. "I just can't leave you."

You look into his eyes, and for a moment, it feels like the world is standing still. There’s so much pain in his gaze, so much fear—for you, for what might happen if he leaves. The vulnerability that’s always been hidden beneath his tough exterior is laid bare, and you realize that this isn’t just about you anymore. It’s about him, too.

You feel the weight of everything pressing on your chest, the guilt, the sadness, the exhaustion and yet, there’s something else, something unexpected: relief. He’s here. He wants to be here.

You blink, swallowing the knot in your throat.

"Az... I..." The words feel so small, so insignificant in the face of what you both are going through. But you know you can’t push him away anymore.

The silence between you stretches, and then, before you can stop yourself, you reach out, pulling him closer. His breath hitches as he leans into you, the tension in his body melting the second your arms encircle him.

For a moment, he’s still, unsure. Then he lets out a long, quiet sigh, as if he’s been holding his breath for hours.

"Please," he whispers against your hair, his voice broken. "Just tonight. Let me be here."

And you do. You let go of the part of you that wanted to push him away, the part that convinced you you didn’t deserve this. You let him hold you, feel his warmth, his presence wrapping around you like a blanket.

Because, at the end of the day, you both needed this. You needed him, just as much as he needed you.

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Azriel didn’t sleep the entire night. He held you through every shuddering breath, every restless toss and turn, as if letting go would mean losing you completely. He hadn’t realized how desperately he’d needed to hold you, to remind himself that you were still here. That he could still do something.

Now, with the first light creeping through the curtains, he watches your brow furrow in sleep. Without thinking, he leans down and presses a soft kiss against your forehead, smoothing away the tension, just like you always did for him.

A small part of him wants to stay like this, wants to pretend that last night meant things were getting better. But he knows better.

So he moves carefully, slipping out of bed, intending to make you breakfast because deep down, he had a sickening feeling you hadn’t been eating.

But the moment he stands, something brushes against his leg.

Azriel stills, frowning as he kneels, reaching under the bed. His fingers close around something cold, and when he pulls it into the morning light, his stomach turns.

A bottle.

His pulse pounds in his ears as he glances back under the bed. More of them. Hidden away.

A sharp breath hisses through his teeth. He doesn’t even realize he’s gripping the bottle too tightly until his knuckles ache.

Behind him, you stir.

A groan leaves your lips as you wake, head throbbing, the remnants of nightmares clinging to you like a second skin. You blink blearily, still expecting to be alone, only to find Azriel sitting rigidly at the edge of the bed, his back turned to you, shoulders tense.

Something was wrong.

“Az?” Your voice is still rough with sleep, but there’s something else now, an undercurrent of dread curling through your ribs.

He doesn’t answer right away.

When he finally turns to face you, his jaw is clenched so tight it looked painful. He held your gaze for a long, unreadable moment before he spoke.

“I think you need to talk to Madja.”

Your stomach drops.

“What?” you force out,

Azriel exhales sharply, the sound barely controlled. “I’m worried about you.”

You shake your head immediately. “Az, I’m fine.”

His expression doesn’t change. If anything, it hardens. “You think drinking yourself to oblivion every night is fine?”

The room tilts slightly. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw the bottles,” he says quietly, but there’s an edge to his voice now, something restrained, like a thread pulled too tight. “Under your bed.”

Your breath stutters, and something like shame claws at your throat. But you shove it down, sitting up straighter. “It’s not—It’s not like that.”

Azriel looks at you, his hazel eyes dark and unwavering. “Then what is it like?”

You hate that he’s seeing this. Hate that he’s looking at you like that-like he’s trying to put together the pieces of something broken.

“I don’t need to talk to Madja,” you say, your voice sharper now, defensive. “I’ve been doing fine.”

“No,” Azriel says, shaking his head. “You haven’t.”

“You don’t get to decide that.” You grit your teeth

“I’m not deciding anything,” he says, the frustration bleeding into his voice. “I’m telling you what I see. And I see you drowning.”

Your nails dig into your palms. “I don’t need your help.”

Azriel exhales, slow and measured, like he’s trying to keep himself in check. “That’s bullshit.”

You glare at him, your heart hammering against your ribs. “Why are you even here, Az? What, you want to play hero? Fix me?”

His jaw tightens. “I want you to stop pretending you’re okay when you’re not.”

“I didn’t ask for that.”

“No,” he says, his voice quieter now, but no less sharp. “You didn’t.” He looks at you, really looks at you, and something in his expression flickers, something raw, something almost pleading. “But I can’t just sit here and watch you destroy yourself.”

Something in your chest twists violently.

“Then don’t,” you say, your voice cold. “I’ve been fine without you for a while now.”

The words are out before you can stop them, sharp and cold and final.

Azriel stills. His fingers flex at his sides, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak for a long moment. And then, finally, he exhales through his nose and pushes to his feet.

A muscle jumps in his jaw as he looks down at you, his face unreadable. “Fine.” It shouldn’t sting, but it does.

He steps back, shadows curling at his heels as he heads for the door. But just before he reaches it, he pauses. Doesn’t look back.

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs, voice quiet but firm. “About always being here for you. We made a vow to each other and I intend on keeping it”

And then he’s gone, the door clicking shut behind him. And you’re left alone.

The silence that follows is suffocating.

You stare at the door, heart still pounding, fingers curled into the sheets like they’re the only thing anchoring you.

He’s gone.

You should feel relieved. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? To keep him at a distance, to stop him from seeing the parts of you that were fraying at the edges. To protect him from the mess you’ve become.

But all you feel is hollow.

Your eyes flicker to the bottle still clutched in your hand. You don’t even remember grabbing it, but there it is—cool and solid against your palm, the last thing tethering you to reality.

You squeeze your eyes shut and inhale deeply, willing the tremor in your hands to stop.

Azriel saw. He knew. And now, there was no taking it back. You should’ve known better than to think you could hide this from him.

You don’t know how long you sit there, staring at the wall, your mind racing in circles. Minutes? Hours? The light outside shifts, and eventually, you drag yourself out of bed, feeling like you’re moving through water.

You pace the room once. Twice. Your skin felt too tight, your chest too full.

You needed air.

Your feet carry you towards the balcony before you can think twice about it, and before you know it, you’re outside, the cool morning air biting at your skin. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to ward off the chill, but it does nothing for the ache inside your ribs.

Azriel’s scent lingers in your room. The ghost of him still clings to the space he left behind.

And gods, you wanted to chase after him.

You wanted to run to him, tell him you didn’t mean it, that you didn't want him to go.

But you don’t.

Instead, you sink down onto the floor, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes as the weight of everything crashes over you.

You don’t know how long you sit there, but eventually, exhaustion wins.

And when you finally drag yourself back inside, the only thing left is the gnawing, empty quiet.

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Azriel didn’t know his heart could break more than it already had, until today.

Your words echoed in his mind, each one a confirmation of how much he had failed you. The weight of it was unbearable, suffocating. By the time he made it back to his room, his stomach twisted violently, and the first thing he did was stumble into the bathroom and throw up.

The realization hit him like a blade to the gut, you had drowned your sorrows in bottles instead of him. And the bitterness that followed was something he couldn’t shake.

Azriel gripped the edges of the sink, his knuckles white as he tried to steady himself. His reflection stared back at him, hollow-eyed, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Shadows curled around his shoulders, restless, feeding off the storm raging inside him.

You had chosen the bottle over him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling sharply through his nose. It shouldn’t matter..it wasn’t about him. This was about you, about the pain you carried, the weight you refused to share. And yet, the thought of you suffering alone, of you pushing him away when all he wanted was to help, made something inside him splinter.

He had known you were hurting, but seeing it up close, seeing the bottles stashed beneath your bed, the way you flinched at his concern made it real in a way he wasn’t prepared for. And it killed him.

His hands trembled as he turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on his face, hoping it would wash away the sick feeling in his gut. But it didn’t. Nothing would.

Because no matter how much he wanted to be the one to help you, you didn’t want his help.

And that hurt more than anything.

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You weren't speaking to anyone in the house. The silence had become suffocating, a constant companion that pressed against you, reminding you of everything you couldn’t escape. Most days, you found yourself hiding away with Clotho, retreating to the library as a sanctuary from the chaos swirling inside your mind.

Feyre’s bump was unmistakable now, a joyful sign of life that only amplified the ache you carried. She’d tried to reach out, tried to talk to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be around her. You couldn’t bear to cast a shadow over her happiness, and if you did, you knew how it would end: with you comforting her, reassuring her that none of this was her fault. That she had nothing to feel guilty for.

Cassian had made attempts, trying to coax even the faintest smile from you with his jokes. But Nesta saw it, the hollow look in your eyes, the way your lips never quite formed a smile. No matter how hard you tried, the façade wouldn’t stick. You couldn’t pretend anymore.

And Azriel… you and him were locked in your usual dance of silence, each passing day feeling heavier than the last. The weight of what had been left unsaid between you was unbearable, and the thought of trying to fix it seemed almost impossible.

You hadn’t touched a drink since that last argument, your longest streak in a while. You couldn’t even bring yourself to admit it to him, not after how things had ended. Not when you weren’t even sure if anything could ever be the same again.

They had all noticed how much worse you were getting. Yet, no one knew how to fix it

The house was eerily quiet when you returned from another long day with Clotho. Too quiet.

A sinking feeling settled in your stomach as you stepped inside.

Then you saw them...sitting in the living room, waiting for you. Concern was written all over their faces. Your eyes landed on Azriel, standing in the far corner, his jaw clenched tight, shadows curling at his feet.

And the absurdity of it all wasn’t lost on you. An intervention. They were staging a damn intervention.

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riptides-n-roses · 4 months ago

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fresh meat - the shield (18+)

⛧ pair: the shield (jon moxley/dean ambrose, seth rollins, and roman reigns) x reader [i know he goes by mox now but i’m calling him dean for this one]

⛧ tags: @88changemymind @reigns-prophecy @cyberdejos2 (please let me know anytime if you'd like to be tagged in recent or future works.

⛧ warnings: primal play, kidnapping cre@mp1es, unprotected p in v, @nal (you're welcome), oral (m! and f! receiving), foursome (f/m/m/m), exhibitionism, lots of positions, degrading (my specialty), edging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, tr1ple p3netration [future warnings may be updated in this ff] as always minors should not interact ♡

⛧ sorry I haven't been active - I been busy with college and a recent trip to Germany: I always had a little fantasy of these 3 being dominant in a "certain" kind of way. Also I will go ahead and apologize if this isn't my best work - I've never had any bad writer's block like this and this the first time I've written a foursome so my apologies if it's a bit hard to understand.

⛧ the shield took out lots of the lockerroom; you however were in front of their next target. They surrounded you and were thinking of what to do you as punishment for getting in their way.

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How did you get here? How did you find yourself like this? The Shield were already pissed off about whatever the chairman told them but why you? Why were you surrounded by those three?

You quivered in fear as The Shield stared at you. Ambrose smirking, Rollins checking you up and down, and Reigns looking deep into your eyes.

"What do you think, boys?" Dean asks his fellow brothers. "What should we do with her?"

“I don’t know, Dean.” Roman replied, annoyance in his tone. “I’m getting irritated from her looking at us.”

You shivered from Roman’s words. You never thought you’d see yourself in this position - three hungry wolves lurking around you like they found their next meal. You sweated, praying that they won’t hurt you. But why you out of all people?

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An hour earlier…

The Shield was pissed at Triple H for screwing them over for a tag team championship rematch. They’ve been begging to get this opportunity since their reunion.

They’ve already put many superstars through the announce tables and anything else they could attack other male superstars with.

You, a female superstar, were minding your business, getting ready to support your best friend, Naomi since she had a match for the women’s championship. While getting ready to meet her, you noticed a good friend of yours, Drew McIntyre, being part of the Shields main targets. Of course you couldn’t stand there and not protect your friend.

You noticed Seth about to make a sneak attack on Drew and you immediately blocked him from landing a hit on Drew. Seth was stunned seeing you try to stop what The Shield was all about - justice. And they sure had a way of making it known. You froze, asking yourself, "What were you thinking? You stopped a member of The Shield?! That's asking for a funeral." But you didn't want to show you were afraid, your face remained as emotionless as you could.

Drew didn’t say anything and left, a little amused from your small act of protecting your friend. In that space was just you and Seth. Seth began to smile and laugh at you, not believing you would stop any member of this faction.

“Sweetheart, there’s absolutely no way you’re trying to stop me. Either you be a good girl and move out of my way or you’re going to regret it.” He threatened, looking at your face. You felt offended from what he called you and didn’t move a muscle. It was stupid to do what you were doing, but your body was telling you to stay still.

When Seth saw you wouldn’t budge, he sighed and chuckled. You don’t know why he was laughing but you wouldn’t dare to ask.

“Welp, I tried to warn you.”

Those were his last words when two figures emerged from the dark - his other brothers, Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns. Your eyes widened as you realize your situation, three on one. You walked back slowly, backing yourself up to a wall. The three now surrounding you - making sure you wouldn’t escape from them.

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Which leads to now. You felt your stomach drop as Seth approached you slowly, reaching his gloved hand out to your face, lifting your chin up with his finger.

“I’d say we punish her for getting in our way - making our next target get away.” He finally spoke, his other hand reaching to gently cup your face. “What do you think we should do, gentlemen?”

Dean and Roman both look at each other and smirked, both sharing an idea. “I think we should make her regret messing with us.” Dean replied. “We should ruin that pretty little face of hers.” Roman chimed in.

“I agree.” Seth chuckled. “Y’hear that? We’re gonna punish you.”

Your eyes widened. Punish? What did they mean? You lost your train of thought when you were suddenly picked up by Seth, him placing you on his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You yelled, landing punches on Seth.

“Oh you’ll have to try harder than that, sweetheart.” He mocked. “You’re ours now.”

You squirmed trying to become loose from his grip as the three men carried you away, putting their plans on beating up the whole locker room on pause.

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You were brought to an empty room, only decorated with a couch and a table, Seth finally putting you down from his shoulder.

You quivered as you watched Dean closing the door and locking it, keeping his eyes on you. It was now just the four of you in a room, without anyone interfering with whatever they wanted. You took a step back as they began to approach you. You were scared to your wits - afraid of how they were with anyone who dared cross them, you were shaking as to what they wanted from you.

“Look at her, boys. She’s afraid of us being in front of her. How adorable.” Dean chuckled flattered that you found them intimidating.

“Awww what’s the matter, sweetheart?” Seth asked. “Scared of us? You think we’re gonna hurt you?”

“Cmon, babygirl. Don’t be shy~” Roman chimed, waiting for you to answer.

You gulped, too stunned to speak.

“Y-Yes…” you replied.

You watched the Shield smile, finally getting a reaction out of you. You felt humiliated with your situation. You just wanted them to leave you alone so you could go home.

Dean approached you, completely in front of you and looking into your eyes. You shivered feeling him go to the crook of your neck, getting a smell out of you. You held your breath feeling one of his rough calloused hands touch your waist, making their way slowly up your body. Dean hummed in approval, taking note of how sensitive you were with his gentle touch. You gasped when you felt his lips gently kiss your skin, his hand now intertwined with yours. Dean chuckled to your noises as he kept kissing your neck, obsessed with your scent.

“What….what are you-“

“Shhh. Relax, doll. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He was gentle with his tone - a bit too gentle. It was slightly erotic. With his other hand, he motioned for Roman to also get a smell of you. Roman smirked and made his way behind you - his hands going under your shirt. You shivered from how cold they were. You bit your lip when you felt them go in your bra cupping your breast, giving them a squeeze. You closed your eyes tight feeling Roman gently biting your ear. Seth was amused to you trying your best not to submit to their touches and kisses, he admired seeing how you were pathetically trying to not give a reaction.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart.” Seth laughed, watching his fellow brothers make a mess of you “You can make noise. Only us will hear you.”

“Aww is someone shy?” Dean cooed “You don’t have to be afraid.”

“Go on, babygirl.” Roman ordered

You accidentally left out a moan as you felt Dean bite harder into your skin - Roman squeezing your breasts a bit harder, playing with your nips. Your free hand went around Dean, pulling him in closer onto you. As much as you were afraid to admit it, you were getting turned on. You felt yourself getting damp to multiple kisses and hot breaths surrounding you.

“Please…I..” You tried to talk, feeling intoxicated from being touched and kissed.

“What is it, babygirl?” Roman asked “You want some more?”

“Don’t be scared, doll. Tell us what you want.” Dean added, his hand slowly going down your crotch. Your breath was shaky as you tried to open your mouth.

“I…oh fuck…I want more.” You replied, feeling a bulge being pressed against your ass. You moaned from Dean’s hot kisses all over your neck, Roman having his hands gripping your sides and continuously rubbing his bulge on your ass, still playfully biting your ear.

“Hmm, good girl” Dean whispered, getting turned on from your submissive voice.

You whined when Dean stopped toying with you, stepping back as Seth was in front of you now.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll be gentle with you.” Seth chuckled, cupping your face as he pressed his lips against yours, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. Your muffled moans and pleas turned on the three hungry men. You felt sandwiched between Seth and Roman, feeling them kiss all over you.

“Yknow…this gear of yours” Roman started, before he lifted your top up “Has always distracted me whenever you walked past us.” Before you could speak, your top was off, being completely naked from top. You shivered from your naked breasts being exposed to the air. You watched as Seth’s eyes grew hungry with lust seeing your hardened nipples as he began to play with one of them, making you whine from his touch.

“I…I don’t understand.” You started, feeling Roman place gentle kisses on the back of your neck. “I thought you three were going to literally hurt me…”

“Hurt you?” Seth was surprised from your statement “Oh no sweetheart we could never. Isn’t that right boys?”

“She’s too pretty for that” Dean smirked, admiring how sensitive you were.

“And these bottoms…” You felt one of Roman’s calloused hands make their way to your waistline, teasing part of your bottoms “They always hugged your curves in all the right places..” You yelped feeling your bottoms quickly come down, revealing your laced underwear. You were now nearly nude in front of the three behemoths, your body shivered from the sudden temperature change.

“Oh? What’s this?” Seth teased, his hand making his way to your clothed cunt, “Lace? Were you expecting this, sweetheart?”

As you opened your mouth, you felt Seth’s hand make small circles on your clit, sending a wave of vibrations down your spine. You were already wet from being kissed and toyed with from Dean and Roman, but feeling Seth play with your clit made you wetter and needy for more.

“You’re so wet, baby…” Seth whispered, his hand going faster on your clit. You whined from his touch, your eyes tightly shut. You felt so small under their touch and dominance.

You were shaking, you've never felt this kind of sensation before and it was driving you wild. Your whimpers felt like music to their ears, enjoying every sound you made whenever they touched you.

What seemed like eternity, Seth finally stopped playing with your cunt, admiring your juices being all over his fingers, Roman backing away from behind you. You were confused as to what they were going to do next.

"I always wondered what do you taste like, sweetheart"

Before you could say anything, you were placed on the couch, your legs spread wide open. You watched The Shield admiring your clothed cunt. You were scared to make a noise as Seth slowly made his way toward you, his hands gently pulling your underwear off.

"Are you scared? Pathetic. You weren't so scared in stopping us earlier. What happened to that brave little soul?" he teased, forcefully spreading your legs wider to a better view of your wet cunt.

You couldn't answer, your breath hitched feeling a warm tongue circling your clit. You couldn't move your legs much as Seth kept them open.

"F-Fuck.." you cried, your eyes shut from the waves of pleasure, you melting in front of the three. You amused them, they've never seen you so submissive like this before.

"What a good little slut..." Seth muttered, his gloved fingers circling your clit as his tongue went in you.

Dean and Roman watched in admiration but a little jealous that they weren't having their way with you just yet.

"Please...I...I want to-"

"You're not going to cum until I tell you too, understood?"

You cried from Seth's orders, feeling your stomach tighten and winding up. You whined when he stopped, unable to cum without their permission.

"I thought of something else."

You were confused by what he meant, until he motioned for Dean, making his way towards you. You were swiftly put on your knees, ass up in front of Seth. You looked up at Dean, his eyes hungry for you.

"You're going to be a good girl and take the both of us. Got it?" Dean asked, his hands removing his belt and black pants. You quickly nodded, not saying a word.

"I'm sorry, are you going to address him correctly?" Seth muttered, delivering a harsh slap on your ass; you yelped from the pain, your mind going white for a second.

"Yes...Yes sir."

Dean smirked and pulled down his boxers, revealing his thick cock. Your eyes widened from how big he was, you were worried as to how you were going to fit him all in your mouth. You lost your train of thought when you felt Seth's fingers playing with your clit, you gasped from how rough he was being.

"Open your mouth, whore"

Dean roughly grabbed your cheeks, forcefully pushing his dick in your mouth, your eyes forming tears as you gagged on his length, his tip touching the back of your throat. Seth, growing impatient, pushed himself into you, your cunt throbbing from being stuffed.

Your moans were muffled as you felt another slap across your ass, Seth thrusting in and out of you. You whimpered feeling Seth's hands roughly grabbing your sides, Dean grabbing a handful of your hair.

"God damn, you're such a slut" Dean groaned, His free hand roughly grabbing your face "You're doing so good."

You whimpered from how you were being manhandled from the two, trying to grasp for air.

"You're taking me so well, sweetheart." Seth praised, delivering another slap on your ass. The two men getting sloppier with each thrust. You felt your stomach tighten, you were getting desperate to cum.

"Look at me." Dean ordered, raising your face up, "You were wanting this for a while weren't you?" You nodded, afraid to disobey him. He smirked, biting his lip. "You're so cute."

Your eyes rolled back as Dean and Seth went harder and faster with their thrusts, you knew they were going to cum soon, your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth, are you ready?"

You nodded to Dean, gagging from his length.

"Me too, sweetheart" you heard Seth groan, his hands grabbing your ass. "I'll let you cum, okay?"

You whined, finally wanting to be filled with cum. Your stomach beginning to wind up.

"Fuck..." Dean growled, thrusting one last time before filling your mouth with his cum.

You reached your orgasm too, your cries tighten your pussy as Seth thrusted into your cunt, his seed explode deep in you. The three of you rode out an orgasm, your body shaking from the round of sex. Dean pulled his cock out of your mouth, letting you breathe while Seth slowly pulled out of you, your pussy leaking his cum. Dean grabbed your face, leaving hot kisses all over you. "You're a good slut...but you know we aren't done. Roman hasn't had a turn yet with you."

You slowly turned to see an impatient Roman staring at you, smirking as you knew he was going to be aggressive with you. You yelped from Seth smacking your ass one more time before standing up, Dean giving you one more kiss before he also gotten up.

"She's all yours, Roman."

As Dean and Seth stood back, Roman took his time making his way toward you, admiring your flushed face and your submissive position. He gently cupped your face with his hand. He smirked looking into your eyes, listening to your heavy breathing.

You were scared as he remained silent, thinking of what he wanted to do to you. You didn't want to question him since he wasn't that much of a talker. What seemed like forever, he smashed his lips onto yours, catching you off guard from his swift movements. You whined as both of your tongues twirled against each other. His free hand slowly making its way to one of your breast, playing with your nipples. You whined from his touch, rough but gentle. You knew this wasn't what he really wanted.

He finally pulled away, allowing your lungs air. His eyes never leaving yours. He gently stroked your face, still not saying a word. Why wasn't he saying anything? Was he already getting bored? What was he planning?

You looked down and saw a massive bulge in his pants, your eyes widening. "How is he going to fit that in me?" you thought to yourself. He took noticed and chuckled, amused to how shocked you were.

"How cute..." Roman muttered.

You were startled to his tone, finally hearing him speak. He swiftly put you on your back, your cunt being in front of him. You watched as Roman undid his belt and his pants, revealing his huge, veiny cock. "Holy...fuck" your thoughts were full of concern. You felt as if he was going to rip through you.

He positioned himself, not breaking eye contact and keeping your legs open, watching your face expressions carefully. You gasped feeling his tip tease your clit, throbbing for attention. You could feel your face getting warm.

You whined as he roughly pushed himself into you, your walls tightening from how thick he was. He made sure you adjusted to his size before thrusting roughly into you, grunting from how tight you were.

"Fuck, babygirl..." his groans hypnotized you, your eyes never leaving his, your tits bouncing with each thrust. He leaned toward you, pressing his lips against yours again, you wrapped your arms and legs around him. You were surprised he wasn't being as rough as you were thinking. You felt it wasn't really what he really wanted to do with you just yet.

He pulled away from your lips, wanting to look into your eyes again.

You shut your eyes tight from how good you felt, You gasped as Roman grabbed your throat, limiting a bit of air.

"Look at me baby. Look at me while I fuck you."

You opened your eyes again, obeying Roman as he thrusted harder into you, your legs pathetically trying to close themselves. It was too much for you to handle.

"You're so beautiful like this."

His praises were erotic. You couldn't talk much as his grip went a little tighter on your neck. You felt your stomach slowly tighten. You gasped his thrusts went faster into you, you were trying to grab his arm that was around your neck. Roman quickly intertwined his hand with yours, preventing you from releasing his grip.

"I wouldn't do that, babygirl."

You cried feeling your stomach getting tighter, his thrusts getting sloppier.

"Do you want to cum, baby? I'm getting ready to." He growled, holding back from cumming in you too quickly.

"Ye..Ye..Yess" Your words were limited, feeling yourself getting closer to your limit. He smirked and released his grip on your throat, letting you breathe.

"Fuck baby...I'm gonna cum"

You sobbed, cumming all over his cock, one last thrust before he came in you, your eyes rolling back, shaking from your second orgasm. Roman kissing you one more time before pulling out of you, he smiled looking how exhausted you were.

"We're still not done."

You felt your stomach dropped from those words. Not done? What else could they have wanted? You look back and see Dean and Seth coming toward you and Roman, having another idea.

Roman smirked and helped you up, having another thought in his head. Just then, you were picked up for a second, Dean now laying on his back, you on top of him, Roman behind you and Seth in front of you. You knew where this was going. You whined feeling Dean push himself into you without warning, Roman teasing your ass before slowly pushing his tip in. You were about to scream before Seth put his dick in your mouth, muffling your cries. You never felt stuffed like this before. It was a little painful, but you didn't mind. Your shut your eyes tight as the three men began to thrust into you, you feeling so full to a point you've never felt before. The sounds of groans and skin slapping filled the room, it was too erotic for either of you to handle. You never had sex like this before but it didn't bother you.

"How's this, y/n? Us filling you up like this?" Seth laughed as he cupped your face, watching your eyes roll back, his other hand grabbing a lot of your hair roughly.

You could only let out a few muffled whimpers and cries, begging to be fucked rougher.

"This is what happens when you cross us, y'hear?"

You gasped as Dean began playing with your tits, making you overstimulated, sure to cum soon. Roman was now the one delivering harsh slaps on your ass, even harder than what Seth did earlier. Tears formed in your eyes from the overbearing pleasure. It was too much yet it felt too good to stop.

Their thrusts gotten harder and disgustingly faster, your stomach tightening quicker than the last few times. Your breath gotten quicker from each thrust. Seth took notice and grabbed your face forcing you to look at him.

"Fuck...I know you're about to cum but you're not going to yet, slut."

You whined from his demands, trying desperately hard not to disobey him from cumming too quickly. Your body felt like jello, it was unbearable to keep still in the same position due to the amount of pleasure: Seth's tip always touching the back of your throat with each thrust, Dean hitting your sensitive spots, and Roman stuffing your ass with his cock. It was a lot to handle.

You were getting impatient, your whines growing loud from your upcoming orgasm, it was starting to hurt holding it.

"I'm getting close, fuck...I'm about to cum in you, baby." Dean growled, his grip gotten tighter on one of your breasts.

"Same here. You still holding it, hmm?" Seth asked you, your eyes blurred from tears. You quickly nodded, it was really starting to hurt holding your orgasm."

"Shit, I'm about to cum." Roman muttered, his thrusts getting sloppy.

You cried out releasing your orgasm on Dean's cock, Your vision going white. Dean followed behind, filling you up with his cum. Roman forcefully grabbing your sides, his seed burst into your ass, and Seth cumming down your throat. The four of you rode out a rough orgasm. Seth finally pulled out of your mouth, keeping his tight grip on you keeping eye contact. Your breath was scarce, finally having some time to breathe. Both Roman and Dean pulled out of you, still staying in their position, all of you breathing heavily from the round of sex. Your body was shaking, shivering from how rough you were fucked, cum leaking from both of your holes.

Seth chuckled, amused from how completely exhausted you were now, giving you a rough kiss on your lips.

"This was your punishment."

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dragonridernoobie · 4 months ago

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Hi👋

Can you pls do TFP(Bumblebee, Ratchet, Smokescreen, Knockout, Breakdown and Megatron) how would they react to thare cybertronian gn s/o snuezed(english isn't my first language, sorry if i wrote it wrong😭) VERYYYY adorably

It can be headcanons or scenario, but headcanons pls🥺, and have an good day/night💜💗🌌

Cute, and I'm so, so, so, sorry this took so long, I've been busy irl. I hope you love it! I really do! I have been on writer block as well, so, hopefully, I did well!

TFP transformers X Cybertronian Reader

Info: You sneezed, and the other reacted.

TFP Bumblebee

You and Bumblebee came back from a mission to find energon

While returning, you and Bumblebee were stuck in a slight cave in which caused dust to get in eachothers joints.

When you returner to base, you're fans were having trouble getting the dirt out. So as a last resort, it pushed the dirt out forcefully.

Which caused you to sneeze like a little panda(if you know the video).

When you look at Bumblebee, he looked at you with massive optics before beeping in rapid motion, saying "how cute" and "how did you do it"

You wished the ground will swallow you up.

Ratchet

You just returned from a fight with decpticons when you went out scouting.

You were dented up badly and ratchet was looking you over. While he looked you over, he starts to use a smoother to buff out you're armor.

While he was smoothing out you're body, some dry paint flies off and hits you on you're face. You're fans trying to get it out of you're body forces you to sneeze it out.

When you sneezed and looked at ratchet, he looked at you wide optics.

He starts to fuss over to ask if yiunwere ok and cybertronian arnt suppose to make that noise.

While fussing over, you explained what happened but he ain't gonna take that as an awnser.

Looks like you are trapped.

(Art not mine, it's @snowiiarts <----

Knockout&Breakdown

Breakdown and Knockout were both doing new resurch in human biology.

They found it wierd as fuck but they were forced into it, since Megatron wanted them to figure out ways to hurt primes humans pets.

While reasurching, (Y/N) was with them. They decided that to figure out human biology, they should upload deta into themselves that makes them experience a little bit of human biology.

(Y/N) was the first tester (she volunteered), and she uploaded the deta.

Breakdown and knockout watch closely to see if anything changes but nothing happens.

When they were about to call it a failed experiment, (Y/N) suddenly made a wierd noise.

When they turn to her, they see her jerk forward while her eyes close.

Immediately they think she is having a spark attack. Cut to (Y/N) on a slab with breakdown and knockdown running around in fear if they arnt fast enough, their friend will die.

Smokescreen

It was a normal day in the base.

The kids are playing games, the bots are doing their own thing, and smokescreen and (Y/N) are daring eachother.

They were in smokescreens berthroom and they were daring eachother to do random things.

Smokescreen soon dared (Y/N) to make a random noise that the humans have made at one point, and choose her to make a noise that the humans called a "sneeze"

(Y/n) not backing down, choose to do it, so she tried....and tried....and tried....and tried....

After multiple attempts, she was about to give up when she glitched her own system and made her fans force all the air out of her body.

She made a sneeze noise that dident sound Exactly like a human sneezing but close enough.

Smokescreen laughs extremely hard by seeing her face, since it sounded so funny.

Just yiu wait, you.will make him do somthing called a fart.

Megatron

Megatron currently was walking with (Y/N) down the halls of the nemisis.

He was explaining to her about his new plans of deafening the autobots.

While he explained his new plan, they walked around the corner, they come across some autobots on bored.

Megatron wasted no time to open fire, (Y/N) joining him.

While they fought, (Y/N) noticed the kids hidding behind a dead soldier.

She attempts to reach them but miko suddenly throws sand she has in her pocket (pocket sand 😆😆😆)

(Y/n) roars in pain and the humans run to the autobots before leaving through a ground bridge.

When megatron turns to (y/n) and stomps to her, ready to yell at her for letting them escape, (Y/N) suddenly makes a noise that stops him in his tracks.

He stears at (Y/n) who makes the noise again and apologize for her not capturing the humans.

After a quite few seconds, megatron excuses her and says "don't let it happen again."

He leaves to go find soundwave. He wants a recording of that noise...it was cute.

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svp3rrn0va · 3 months ago

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A Night With the Sallows (NSFW)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow & F!MC

Summary: Your best friend Anne invites you to the cottage in Feldcroft for a long overdue sleepover while her uncle is away. You're excited at the prospect of spending quality time with your best friend and her twin brother who you've secretly pined over for years. You end up confiding in her about your feelings for Sebastian, which causes him to act a bit strange from that point on -- until the middle of the night.

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, fluff, creampie, public(?) intercourse, friends to lovers

Word Count: 4,973

I've legit been writing this one on and off for months lol I've had insane writer's block and also self-doubt cause I think my writing could be so much better, but here it is haha

(also I realized after posting that I messed up on the positions, during sexy time they are in one position then after they finish I describe Sebastian collapsing as if he was on top of her the whole time uhhh just ignore that that's just genuinely me forgetting and I'm too lazy to change LMFAO)

Hello,

I wanted to let you know my uncle Solomon will be away for the weekend, so I’d like to invite you to Feldcroft for a sleepover. I’ve really missed you this summer and I would love to see you!

Sincerely,

Anne

You were so excited you almost didn’t even send your owl back to inform Anne of your visit before heading to the Floo Flame. Of course Anne wouldn’t mind if you’d shown up without notice beforehand, but a response is always polite.

Anne was your best friend since your very first year at Hogwarts. Now you’re in your seventh year, and this happens to be the very first time you’ve been invited to her cottage. Her uncle has never been fond of her having visitors, and you were alright with that. You preferred to avoid him entirely, as he’d always been incredibly cold towards you, as he is with everyone. You never understood why he seemed to be so mad at the world.

As much as you were eager to spend the night with Anne, especially with no adult supervision (Because who wants that at 18?), you couldn’t deny you were highly anticipating spending a night with her brother Sebastian as well. You’ve known Sebastian as long as you’ve known Anne, and you know each other pretty well, but you’ve never been as close with him. However, your relationship is friendly and you are comfortable around one another.

But what he or Anne doesn’t know is you’ve been harbouring a massive crush on him for years. It started around fourth year when he’d hit puberty. His voice changed, he grew taller, and his face looked more mature. Although now, the three of you are 18, and he’s grown into a very, very, very handsome young man.

Sometimes you wondered if he could’ve ever reciprocated those feelings, and at times it seemed like maybe he did. You’d catch him giving a few too many glances in your direction, or getting quieter in your presence, like he was almost bashful. Although you chalked it up to delusion.

You sent back your owl informing Anne that you will be at the cottage in an hour’s time knowing Anne likes to keep it extra tidy so she’d have to do little to nothing to prepare for your arrival.

One hour later on the dot, you found yourself in Feldcroft walking up to the Sallow cottage. You almost hesitated with knocking as you thought you’d appear a little too eager being perfectly punctual, but you knocked on the door anyway.

You nearly felt like your lungs had collapsed when the door opened and you found Sebastian standing before you. You’d only seen him at the end of June and it was late August now, but he looked much more tan and his arms had noticeably grown muscle from his work on the farm.

“H-hello,” you stammered a bit pathetically.

“Welcome,” he replied, giving you a devilishly handsome smile. “Anne’s just in here baking some biscuits. Make yourself at home.”

Sebastian stepped aside and held out his arm to invite you inside. What a gentleman. Anne stood in the kitchen and she turned to see you, her face lighting up.

“Yay, you’re here!” She stepped away from the oven to approach you and engulf you in a big hug. “I’m so happy to see you. I know seventh year only starts in a couple of weeks but I couldn’t wait any longer!”

“Neither could I, I couldn’t say no! The biscuits smell delicious, by the way.”

“Thank you!” Anne squealed. “I wanted to be productive this summer, so I thought I’d take up baking. I’m quite good at it, actually.”

“She is,” Sebastian mumbled with a mouthful of apple pie.

Anne scoffed. “Sebastian, I told you that last slice was for her!”

His face dropped as he swallowed another bite. “Oh…”

“That’s alright,” you reassured with a laugh. “He deserves it, he looks like he’s done a lot of hard work recently.” You didn’t realize you had been staring and chewing your lip until you saw his cheeks turn a bright red.

“I suppose so,” Anne grumbled obliviously. “But I’ll have to bring you a pie when we go back to Hogwarts, and Sebastian will keep his claws away from it.”

Laughter filled the room from you and Anne as Sebastian rolled his eyes, but a smirk grew across his face. It was rare that you got to spend time with the two of them alone as you were often in a crowded castle, or in the Undercroft along with Ominis. Admittedly, you were really excited that Ominis wasn’t there. Nothing against him, but your heart raced at the fact that you’d ultimately get more attention from Sebastian than usual since he only had one other person to divide his attention towards rather than two.

Anne returned to the kitchen to continue on the biscuits, silence beginning to grow throughout the cottage. You found your gaze falling back onto Sebastian just as he traced his index finger along the plate, wiping up sauce from the pie. You felt vibrations course through your body as he put his finger into his mouth and licked it clean. Your neck cracked at how fast you whipped your head away once he made eye contact with you after that innocent but incredibly lewd action.

“So,” he piped up. “How was your summer? Get up to anything exciting?”

“N- not really,” you croaked, quickly clearing your throat in embarrassment after your voice cracked pathetically. “I’ve just been doing a lot of research for the career I want to get into once we graduate.”

His eyebrows raised. “Oh really? Have you decided on anything yet?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe. I suppose? I don’t really want to work for the Ministry. I want to do something more… more impactful. Something inspiring. Maybe teaching.”

“Teaching,” Sebastian smirked. “I always thought you’d get into something like that. It’s fitting for you.”

“Is that a good or a bad thing?” You asked, scratching your head.

He smiled again. “Good thing. I just mean you’re great with people.”

“Oh,” you replied softly. “Thank you.”

Your friendly conversation with Sebastian was interrupted by Anne sighing and mumbling in frustration from the kitchen.

“What’s wrong, Anne?” Asked Sebastian.

“I’ll be making beef stew for dinner tonight. I was just making sure that we had all the ingredients, but it turns out we don’t have the beef stock. I can’t make the stew without it,” she grumbled.

Sebastian stood up with a shrug. “Not to worry, I can take the floo over to Hogsmeade and pick some up. Gives you both time to catch up.”

“No, it’s fine. I can go get it for you as a thank you for cooking for us,” you offered.

Sebastian put a hand out to stop you. “No, you sit and relax. It won’t take me long at all. Besides, I’d like to stop at The Magic Neep anyway.”

“Lovely. Thank you, Sebastian,” Anne replied.

He grabbed his floo pouch and headed towards the front door. He turned back to you both with a smirk.

“Don’t have too much fun without me.” He winked, and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

***

15 minutes had passed full of you and Anne gossiping about your summers. Granted Anne had much more to say. Feldcroft always felt so quiet when you were there, but as it turned out it had a lot of drama.

Just as you were getting ready to begin reminiscing about previous years at Hogwarts, you went silent when you saw Anne pull out a fresh can of beef stock.

“Isn’t that—“

“Yes, it is,” Anne interrupted. “I knew we had it the whole time. I just wanted an excuse to get Sebastian out of the house.”

You blinked. “Oh.”

“I just wanted some girl time,” she smiled. “I’ll just hide it so he doesn’t find it and think he wasted his time.”

Anne brought the can over to the China cabinet and hid it in a tall teapot, and you laughed.

“What? He isn’t going to think to look in there,” she chuckled.

She came and sat beside you in the lounge. You froze as you noticed her looking at you quite intensely, like she was hesitating to say something rather direct.

“Is- is everything alright?” You asked a bit nervously.

Anne scratched her chin and sighed. “Alright, I’ll admit it. I didn’t want Sebastian gone just for us to have girl time. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

You nodded slowly.

“Do you like Sebastian?” She asked bluntly.

You nearly felt the air escape your lungs, and you felt the only appropriate response was to play dumb.

“Of course I do.”

“No, I mean… do you like Sebastian?”

She saw right through it. You should have known. She knows you too well.

“How did you-“

“Aha! I knew it! You know you’re really not that discreet,” she gloated.

“If you did then why did you ask me?”

“I just wanted you to admit it,” she grinned. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. You’ve looked at him that way for a long time now, but today you’ve been very obvious about it.”

You felt your cheeks burning up. “I have, haven’t I?”

The two of you sat in silence for a bit. You were unsure what to say, and Anne felt guilty for putting you on the spot after noticing how shy you looked, and didn’t feel obliged to further pressure you.

“Are- are you… alright with it?” You asked quietly.

She gave you a reassuring smile. “Of course I am, don’t worry.” She put her hand on your shoulder, and you felt relieved. “You can’t help the way you feel, that’s alright. Just don’t fawn over him to me. That would be gross.”

The two of you laugh. You thought if anyone knew the way you felt about Sebastian, you were happy it was Anne.

“How long have you liked him?”

“Since fourth year.”

“Really? That long? Why haven’t you told him?”

“Are you joking?” You chuckled in disbelief. “It would be strange. We aren’t that close, and I’m sure he barely knows anything about me.”

“Are you joking?” Anne repeated. “You met Sebastian the same time you met me. Ominis might be his best friend, but we’ve all spent an incredible amount of time together. I guarantee you know a lot more about each other than you think you do. You are by no means strangers.”

You nodded. She was right. You’ve just always been too insecure to speak up.

“He asks about you, you know. Quite often, actually,” she admitted.

“Really?”

“Mhm. I have lots of friends at Hogwarts but he doesn’t ask about them nearly as much as you.”

The butterflies in your stomach were so intense you thought you’d cough one up.

“I just-“ You twiddled your thumbs as you found the words to say. “I really admire the way he protects you, or protects anyone he loves. He’s not afraid to put himself in danger for anyone. He’s really ambitious, to a fault, really. But he’s so smart he’ll have no trouble achieving anything he wants to achieve. He’s so kind, and he genuinely has interest in what anyone has to say. But he’s also stubborn which can be really annoying. No one’s perfect, though.”

Anne smiled. “That sure does sound like him. I’m glad you see him that way, although I think he’s an utter knob.”

The both of you laughed. She was right, Sebastian can be an utter knob.

Just then, the door opened. Sebastian had returned with the beef stock in hand. You stopped laughing rather quickly, your shyness coming back round in an instant. Anne, however, remained completely natural, like your conversation hadn’t happened.

“Thank you very much, Seb,” Anne said, standing up to retrieve the can from Sebastian, which unbeknownst to him was not needed.

“What are you two giggling about?” He asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Anne lied. “Nothing a silly boy would understand.”

***

Dinner went by smoothly. The three of you laughed and reminisced together about times spent in the Undercroft as children. Anne was right, Sebastian did know a lot about you. He asked you about hobbies you used to be interested in, things you didn’t even remember being interested in.

“Do you still take up knitting these days?”

“Knitting? When was the last time you talked about knitting?” Anne asked with a laugh.

Not since third year, and you had only mentioned trying it out once. You were pretty astounded he managed to remember that, or even care. How much attention has he actually paid you? How were you not aware of that?

You also noticed that since he returned from Hogsmeade, he seemed to… look at you a lot more. In fact, he seemed to hardly be able to take his eyes off you. Did he know something?

That night, you found yourself tossing and turning when you tried to sleep. You considered that maybe it was because you were sleeping on the floor (and Anne had graciously offered that you sleep on her bed, which you refused since she went through the effort to make your meal) but you knew you were lying to yourself. You felt anxious, and you had regretted being so open to Anne about your feelings to Sebastian. What if she spilled the beans to Sebastian? What if he started avoiding you if he knew how you felt? You trusted Anne, you knew she would never tell other people your secrets, but you always tended to dwell on the worst possible scenario.

An hour later, you finally began to feel groggy, and the pit in your stomach started to fade away. You turned on your side and closed your eyes, grateful that Anne could somehow manage to make even sleeping on the floor so comfortable.

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, your breathing getting slower and your thoughts becoming a jumbled mess as you were losing consciousness. However, you were suddenly pulled out of that sleepy state when you felt the blankets next to you shift. You ignored it at once, brushing it off as a hypnagogic hallucination.

No. The blankets were definitely being lifted, and you could feel someone else’s body warmth next to you. You slowly turned your head back, and your eyes were struggling to adjust in the darkness, but you could still make out the silhouette.

It was Sebastian.

Your mind began to race, and your thoughts started to scream at you. Is he sleepwalking? He has to be sleepwalking. Anne never mentioned Sebastian having a sleepwalking problem… maybe she didn’t know?

Sebastian didn’t seem to notice you had turned your head, so you slowly turned your head back and rested it back on your pillow, telling yourself that if he is sleepwalking you won’t bother to wake him up since it could be dangerous.

You almost passed away when you felt his fingers gently brush over your hair and pull it behind your ear. He must have felt your breath hitch, because you heard him gently whisper-

“Turn around.”

Obviously, you complied. Something in you told you that you’d regret it for the rest of your life if you didn’t. You turned to face him, and your eyes had adjusted to the darkness better. Seeing his face this close had your mind whirling — he was so beautiful.

He brought his hand up to your lips and brushed his thumb across your bottom one, and you exhaled out of your mouth as he did so. His actions were so soft, but so seductive at the same time.

“What are you-“ You began to ask, but you were interrupted with Sebastian planting his lips on yours.

You wanted to moan, but you remembered Anne was just sleeping feet away from you both in her bed. The cottage had no doors, only curtains separating the space, so you had to stay as quiet as possible.

You’d only ever kissed one other boy before — Isaac Cooper. It was during a weekend in the library, and you were doing some extra research for an essay. You always preferred weekend studying because it was a lot more likely the library would be empty with most students enjoying their time outside the grounds. It wasn’t empty that time, however.

Isaac is a Quidditch player, a very popular one at that. He’s developed a massive ego from the constant praise and ogles from desperate girls, causing him to believe he can have anyone he wants.

You found yourself alone in the library with him, as he had been ordered to use his time on the weekends studying since all his focus on quidditch was causing his marks to drop.

He approached you with his typical cocky and obnoxious demeanor, and you made it very clear to him you were not interested, no matter how many shallow and demeaning compliments about your appearance he threw your way. Isaac thought he could change your mind, so he grabbed you and pulled you in for the sloppiest, most disgusting kiss known to man. His tongue flapped and licked all over your face like he didn’t know where your mouth was.

You shoved him off and he retreated rather quickly after you gave him a big, humbling slap to the face — not before calling you some unfriendly words first.

With that said, despite you not having much experience prior to this, you knew Sebastian was doing it right. It was like he had practiced kissing his entire life, or maybe he was simply born with the skill. You didn’t want to think about how many girls he’d possibly kissed before you.

His kiss was soft and tender, then it would evolve to be more passionate and desperate, then back to soft and tender. He was strategic with the use of his tongue, he didn’t use it too much or too little. It was just right.

“Seb…” you breathed as he pulled away from your mouth and pressed hungry kisses to your cheek, jaw, and neck.

He lifted himself off you, bringing a finger to his lips to silence you. You complied. After a few more kisses and sucks of your soft flesh that were sure to leave marks, he removed his mouth and you almost whimpered at the sudden loss of contact. Sebastian placed his hand on your shoulder and began to push. Not aggressively, but gently, as if he was guiding you. You turned your back to him once again.

Assuming that he wanted to spoon you, you scooted back, pressing your body up against his. Your eyes widened as you made contact with the unmistakable hardness in his pajama trousers. That’s when you felt his hand disappear under the blanket covering the two of you, and his fingers pinched on the bottom of your nightgown and began pulling it up.

You subconsciously reached down as well to attempt to grab the gown to prevent him from pulling it up any higher, but you stopped yourself. You wanted this, you’ve wanted this for years. No, you craved it.

Sebastian groaned quietly when he noticed you weren’t wearing any undergarments. You never wore them to sleep as you’ve always slept better that way. You gasped when his big hand grasped and squeezed your arse cheek. His hand slid lower and lower down to your kneecap. His fingers dipped in between your knees, lifting your top leg up and over him, resting it over top of his legs.

He began kissing the nape of your neck again and you shivered. His fingers rubbed up and down on your thigh before he slowly reached over you, his hand inching down closer and closer to your slick core.

He bent his other arm which was resting across the pillows, and brought a finger to your chin to turn your head to face him, where he began to kiss your lips again. Your eyes slammed shut and your mouth opened wide in the middle of the kiss when his finger pressed against your clit.

You bit down on your lip hard as Sebastian began to rub your clit gently. His slow circles along with his soft, wet lips pressing sweet kisses on your jaw felt heavenly. The pleasure was nearly making you forget Anne was sleeping just to the right of you both, so you had almost slipped up and made noise more than once.

“How’s that feel, baby?” He whispered, his breath hitting your ear sending goosebumps through your body.

Baby. That nickname alone nearly brought you to an orgasm and he’d only just started touching you.

“S-so good, fuck,” you choked.

You began rocking your hips as he rubbed faster, pressing your lower half back into his groin, a relieved sigh emitting from his lips.

“I want you to come, darling,” Sebastian purred. “Come for me.”

After those words left his mouth, his middle finger dipped into your slit, dragging across to collect all your juices before continuing to rub circles on your swollen nub.

“So fucking pretty, my baby.”

That was all it took, only the praise to send you over the edge. Sebastian softly chuckled in satisfaction in the nape of your neck as your legs began to shake. Your mouth opened and Sebastian’s hand quickly clasped over it to keep you quiet as you ran out your orgasm, his finger still rubbing your clit delicately as your pussy throbbed.

“Well done,” cooed Sebastian as he licked your mess clean off his finger, just like he did with the pie. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen.

Once you had recuperated, you thought it was over, but Sebastian’s boner was so evident you thought it unfair for these activities to end without him getting his share of pleasure as well. You were quite relieved when you felt Sebastian starting to shimmy his trousers down behind you.

You tried to lift your leg off him so it would be easier for him to do so, but he grabbed it to stop you.

“No, keep it there. It’ll be easier to fill you like this.”

Your heat began to burn once again at his dirty words, and they sounded even better in that sultry whisper.

“Don’t you want me to touch you?” You asked, a bit embarrassed at the slight desperation in your tone.

“Baby, I’m so hard I don’t need you to, I just want to be inside you,” he replied, gently moving some hair out of your face. “Remember to be quiet, alright?”

You nodded, and he gave you a sweet peck on the lips.

Sebastian rubbed his tip along your slit, lubricating it in your juices, and you clenched your fist against your pillow. He gave you chills as he placed a hand on your waist while he gently pushed into you.

You winced in pain as he filled you, your pussy still being too tight for him. He stopped quickly once he noticed your reaction.

“Are you alright, baby?” He asked calmly, running a hand through your hair. “Would you like to stop?”

“N-no, just keep going,” you said. “Let me get used to you.”

Sebastian continued to push his cock inside you, inching in as slow as possible to let you spread for him with little to no pain. You shivered once he was all the way inside you and his balls pressed against your ass.

He asked you if you were alright one more time to check on you, you nodded, and he began to gently rock his hips into you. With the position you were in he was able to hit you at an angle, perfectly rubbing against your G-spot. You felt tingles in your stomach with every thrust and you were seeing stars.

“Fuck….” he purred into your ear. Sebastian leaned in even closer to you, dragging his lip sensually along your along as he fucked you.

His arm snaked underneath yours, reaching around you to cup and massage your tit as he began to thrust into you even faster. He tried to avoid going all the way in as the sound of your skin slapping together could be enough to wake Anne, who was still sound asleep in her bed, none the wiser.

You admired his hand as it squeezed your breast– the way it flexed, how manly and veiny and how big it was. He could fit your entire breast in his hand.

“Merlin, I've fantasized about your pussy, feels even better than I imagined,” he whispered.

Your heart fluttered at his words. He has fantasized about you… you wondered if he'd done it as often as you have about him. He has no idea how many times you've gone to your dorm after spending time with him in the Undercroft, making sure the bedroom was empty before crawling into bed and petting your clit, filling yourself up with your fingers wishing it was his cock instead.

Now here you are, with his cock inside of you, and you realized just how useless your fingers had always been. They've never given you the satisfaction you needed, but Sebastian’s dick stimulated you in all the right ways that it didn't take long for you to approach your peak again.

“Sebastian, I'm gonna-”

“Me too, you feel so good I'm not going to last much longer,” he breathlessly replied.

He lowered himself down and pressed his soft lips against your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak and sucking softly. That was it for you.

Your second orgasm approached rapidly, and it was so strong your brain went fuzzy. You clenched your legs around his waist and dug your nails into his back as your vision began to blur at the overwhelming pleasure.

“I-I love you,” you blurted unintentionally as you were fully lost in your release.

You bit down on your lip forcefully and held your breath, internally screaming at yourself not to make noise as the pleasure spread throughout your entire body.

As for Sebastian, your sudden admission was enough to bring him over the edge as well, along with your walls pulsing around his shaft. He could hardly hold his weight and practically collapsed on top of you as his cock spilled.

You let out a quivering sigh as you felt his warm load spray inside you while his length twitched between your legs.

The two of you lay there panting softly, chest to chest with Sebastian's head resting in the crook of your neck.

Creak.

You both shot up at the speed of light, whipping your heads toward Anne, who was turning into her opposite side, still completely oblivious to the act you two had just committed practically right beside her.

You both quietly chuckled and Sebastian returned to his position nuzzling your shoulder.

“I can't believe she slept through that, thank Merlin,” you whispered. “She'd probably kill us both, or die of horror. You should probably get back into your bed, Seb…. Seb?”

Somehow, in that brief moment, Sebastian managed to fall asleep. You considered waking him up, but he looked so peaceful, and you loved having him touch you like this. You let him sleep, and you used your free arm to stroke the back of his head. You couldn't fight the smile that spread across your face as you listened to his soft breathing as he slept.

You decided you'd just wake him up early so he could move back before Anne woke up. But that didn't happen.

“Ahem….”

The two of you were woken up the next morning to Anne standing above you both, her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

“Good morning,” she stated.

“Shit,” Sebastian grumbled.

“I don't know what happened in the middle of the night that led to this, and I don't think I want to know. Anyhow, I'm getting ready to make breakfast. How do you like your eggs?” She asked you.

“Erm, s-scrambled,” you answered shyly.

“Scrambled,” Anne chuckled, before muttering so softly you could barely hear her. “Something certainly was.”

She walked off towards the kitchen, and Sebastian ran a hand across his sleepy face and let out a small laugh. “She'll get over it. At least she didn't hear anything.”

“Right. But, um-” you hesitated, and Sebastian looked at you expectantly. “Why did you- I mean how did you know- what if I didn't want that?”

“Well, you did, we fucked.” You rolled your eyes as you elbowed him, and he laughed again. “I'm just teasing you, I didn't know. Well, I knew you had feelings for me. I heard you talking to Anne. I was listening at the door before I came in, when you were saying all those nice things about how I'm smart and protective and such.”

“Oh.” Your face began to burn with embarrassment, but it faded once he placed a finger over your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“It was really nice, thank you. I've felt the same way about you for ages, if that wasn't obvious by now. And I didn't know you'd want that by the way… I just knew if I didn't make a move last night I'd be too shy to later. But after we kissed, I just- I couldn't resist you.”

You smiled, and he gave you a soft peck on the lips.

“I'll help Anne set the table for breakfast,” you said as you began to get up.

“-by the way.”

You couldn't hear what he had said between Anne making noise in the kitchen and the ruffling of blankets as you rose. “What?”

“I said I love you too.”

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