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bunni-v1 · 29 days ago

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wellll since you are taking requests! Can I request Sylus, Caleb, and Zayne with a fem reader who's playful and loves to tease them in public but when their having sex, she's all shy and that?? <33 (I haven't requested something in such a long time, I forgot how this works 😭😭)

Don't Hide~

Pt. 2

🍓Baby, you fucking know you can. My little MC is exactly like this, so thank you soooo much for allowing me to write her vicariously through this ask. I have sooo much fun with brat taming, you have no idea, I should write it wayyyyy more. Anyway, I really tried not to let my favoritism for Caleb show here, but he still has more than the other two. Sue me, I love my man.

TW: Intense eye contact in Caleb's; Brat taming; cat ears mentioned but not relevant in Sylus' part; Sylus is crazy big; teasing; softcore otherwise; editing/grammar errors (i am one college student)

Info: Sylus, Zayne, Caleb x Reader (Separate); NSFW

Word Count(s): Zayne (1.2k); Sylus (1.2k); Caleb (1.5k)

MDNI

ZAYNE

You loved to just push, didn't you? It was an annoyingly charming part of you, one that Zayne just adored in most situations. Playful poking and prodding was part of your daily routine, something he expected and honestly needed from you. If you weren't causing some kind of problem for him, you weren't doing well. He would rather you annoy him than see you sad and quiet.

Still, you really could get under his skin when you tried. Bonuses of knowing each other so well, he guessed. Even framing it like a positive was hard when you were trying your very best to get him to react.

Having your arms wrapped around him was a more than welcome experience in most cases. He loved it when you were so openly affectionate in public; it made him feel better about how badly he wanted to hold you, too. What he was not a fan of was the way your sneaky little hands seemed to be creeping lower and lower down his back. It was cute, at first. Easily mistaken as a comforting gesture when your fingers drew themselves back up after dipping just a little lower.

Yet, they didn't stop dipping a little lower. Each stroke got longer, went further down his back, until your fingers were dancing along the hem of his pants. If that weren't bad enough, you were doing it in front of a colleague of yours. Tara, you'd excitedly introduced. Chirping along happily together like two birds of a feather, like you weren't pushing your luck with each passing second. You knew that, though, didn't you?

He shoots you the subtlest look when your hand hovers over his behind, a warning. One, you do not heed, clamping your hand down and pinching his cheek with a Cheshire grin. And he squeaks, despite expecting it, the feeling still takes him off guard. Your grin only widens, especially when Tara blinks in surprise.

"Are you okay, Mr. Li?" She asks, befuddled at how such a stoic man could make such a noise.

He clears his throat, glancing at you, less subtly, "Fine. We should be going, though."

"Aww," you and Tara pout at the same time, though yours is far less genuine than hers.

"Well, it was nice to see you. Have fun with the rest of your day!" She waves, skipping away, oblivious to the tension between you.

Zayne lets out a deep and heavy breath, annoyance leaving him all at once. His eyes zero in on your smirking face, expression even despite the intent clouding his green eyes. He tugs your hand away, wrapping it around his waist in a firm grip so you don't do the same thing again.

"You can't behave for a second, can you?" He sighs.

Another self-satisfied smirk, "It's not my fault you have such a cute butt! It's just begging me to grab it."

He hums, pulling you along with him without another word. He can feel the excitement rolling off you in waves, practically leaping and bounding at his side to get home. How obnoxiously adorable. Your ability to manipulate him into giving you what you want was admirable; he'll give you that. Besides, it's not as though he'd be the one feeling embarrassed by the end of the night, so he'd let you have your little victories.

He'd had you on your knees before the front door could even fully close. Shaky hands struggling with his belt, fumbling futilely a few times before finally wriggling it out enough to unzip his pants and slide his member out. It bobs uselessly in front of your mouth, begging for some semblance of friction. Naturally, as if magnetically attracted, you lean forward to take him into your mouth.

A firm hand stops you before you can, making your face scrunch up in confusion, fluttering up to his. The intensity in his eyes is enough to burn you up from the inside, heated and full of intent. You look away quickly, trying to ignore the heat searing beneath your skin. He doesn't allow you to run, gripping your chin and bringing your eyes back to him.

"Use your hands," He commands, "and look at me. Understood."

You nod, letting out a shaky breath. Not good enough.

"Words."

You swallow, "Yes, Zayne."

The grip on your chin softens, stroking the skin there as if apologizing for the roughness, "Good."

Your shaky hands come up, spitting on them for lubricant, then carefully wrap around his cock. Gentle, easy, practiced. You know what he likes, slow and easy. You watch the way your hands glide along his shaft, smiling when the sticky pre-cum coats your fingers. So pretty.

He clears his throat, and you correct your mistake like you've been Pavloved. Looking up at his flushed face, chest heaving, and body, eyes watching your every move. Nervousness tends to build up in your chest when he looks at you like that. No walls or hidden meaning, just sheer desire. You want to hide away from it, but you know he won't let you. All you can do is swallow the ever-growing lump in your throat and let your face burn hotter and hotter.

You watch his Adam's apple bob in his throat, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate some of the need between your legs. It's useless, as expected, and only serves to make you feel more pathetic. You don't stop, though, obediently tugging his member at an even pace. His breath grows more shaky with each stroke, mouth slightly ajar and puffing the hot air out unevenly. Much prettier.

His fingers trace along your chin, down the sensitive column of your neck, and back up again. Mirroring your movements from earlier, giving you a taste of your own medicine. It makes you shy away a little, flinching back when they dip between your collarbones. He spreads them out as he comes back up, pausing in the center of your throat and giving the smallest press, prompting you to swallow against them. He shudders when you do, having to use the door to keep himself upright.

He was close, so close. It made you want to speed up, but you don't. Not unless he tells you to.

"Are you sorry?" He suddenly asks, low and gravely, like it was hard to get out in the first place.

You bite your lip, shrinking into yourself as you mumble, "'m sorry..."

"Clearly," he commands, "or else I'll make you stop right now."

You jolt, shaking your head adamantly, "I-I'm sorry. I am! I promise, please?"

He scoffs a laugh, "Brat... open your mouth, now."

You comply, sticking your tongue out, and within a few moments, he's spurting out onto it. You lap up his release obediently, never breaking eye contact, no matter how much it drives you insane. The hand on your chin comes up to pet your hair, a silent praise for your good work.

"Did you learn your lesson?" He asks lowly, scratching your scalp gently.

You nod, proud to please. It's cute. Really cute. But he's not quite satisfied. With a low hum, he helps you off your knees, nudging you through the house on a straight path to the bedroom.

"Why don't we test that theory, then?" He whispers, a promise that you were in for a long night of behavioral correction.

SYLUS

Sylus was a tease at heart, always pushing your buttons and getting on your nerves with little to no effort at all. He'd admitted to you on more than one occasion that he found your feisty reactions positively adorable. You were his little kitten, after all, what kind of man would he be if he didn't get you swatting your claws at him?

However, teasing him was a difficult endeavor. One that you'd become an expert in. See, you couldn't just whisper sweet nothings into his ear or draw your hands along him sensually. He didn't react to that; he found it more funny than alluring. Calling you needy, which you weren't. No, if you wanted to get something out of him you had to be smarter than just sheer sex appeal.

You had to be cute.

Not so cute that you came off as childish and stupid, he would catch on to things too fast and ruin your fun. Just cute enough that it would get his heart racing, make him pause, and take a second to admire you. When he did that, you knew you got what you wanted.

Which is why you were walking hand in hand with him now, swinging your arm just slightly between your bodies. You were in some expensive shopping district, looking around for something to wear for a mission you were assigned to. He'd insisted on buying you a dress when you'd mentioned it offhand. Who were you to deny him the privilege of seeing you spin around in glittering dresses like a teenager picking out a prom dress?

You'd gotten a bit... off track, though. Purposefully, of course, not that he needed to know that. Excitedly bounding from shop window to shop window, gazing in at the silly souvenirs and cute little stuffed animals like a kid on Christmas. Sylus allowed you to tug him around, a soft smile on his face as you rambled about how cute that little teddy bear is, then in the same breath refused to let him buy it for you.

You stopped short when you came across a little standee outside of a costume shop, laughing at its contents. Cat ears of various types hung on the little turnstile, the perfect killer. You bounded up to it, scanning across the different types before plucking two off the rack. You turn back to Sylus then, a giddy smile as you show him your little treasure, lifting it up with pride.

He leans down without another word, letting you set the white pair on his head. His eyes softening when you clap your hands. You know you've got him right where you want him. You just needed the finishing blow. You set the second pair on your head, pointing your chin to the sky like a proud lion.

He smirks at the sight, petting your head like he would a regular cat, "Aren't you cute?"

You bite your lip, going in for the throat, "Now I really am your kitten, huh?"

He pauses, visibly processing your words and realizing just what you were up to. A scoff tumbles out of his mouth, eyes rolling from the sheer idiocy. He'd fallen for your cutesy little antics, again, just like he always did. Steady fingers grip your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes settled on him.

"I wasn't aware she was so prone to misbehavior. Tell me, are you looking for punishment, kitten?" He purrs lowly.

Mission successful, "I'dunno what you mean, Sy..."

Riding Sylus always felt impossible thanks to his incredible size. You always managed to fit it, but it was more than just a little fight. This is what you asked for, though. Your little cry for attention earlier rewarded with a brand new pair of cat ears, and Sylus’ lazy smirk as you struggled to adjust to him.

Your hands weakly kneaded at his chest, trying to ground yourself from the intensity of the stretch. He merely watched you, red eyes drawing across your figure slow and steady, pleased to have you on display for him. His calloused hands rested at your waist, thumbing over the skin there in approval as you settled down.

It was impossible to hide from him like this, making the burning sensation across your body all the more apparent. You just couldn’t help but be embarrassed at the way he seemed to drink you in, savoring you with every sense at his disposal. You were sure he had a secret sixth one made just to relish in your humiliation. Yet, he does not say a word to shame you or make you feel less than. Just watches and appreciates you as you are.

Somehow, that was worse than degradation, melting your mind to a mushy pile of nervousness.

Still, you’d practically begged for this, and as always Sylus had given it to you as you wished. You wouldn’t want to disappoint both of you, so you took a deep breath and began rolling your hips. Slow little circles at first. Unsure, but gradually building as you grew more comfortable in your place on top of him.

Each movement set your nerves alight, sending shocks of pleasure across each inch of your skin. The heat building in your core, spanning across every nook and cranny of your body, wrapping you in a blanket of warm pleasure. Sylus seems to track it with his eyes, drawing up from the sensual roll of your hips, to the way your muscles tense, across your bouncing tits, and landing on your scrunched up little face.

You could practically hear him purring — no, he was purring. A low grumble shaking his chest, traveling through your trembling fingertips and sending the signals directly to the heat between your legs. To be admired so much was just too much for you to handle right now.

You lean over him, tucking your face into his shoulder. It’s a weak attempt to hide at best, not that you’d be able to hide no matter what you did, but you make it all too easy for him to pull you up with a gentleness that seemed too loving for the moment. All too Sylus as he eased your pouting visage back into his line of sight.

“Running away already?” He coos, fingers massaging your neck as if placating you.

You’re far too embarrassed to argue with him, so you just nod, “It’s too much.”

He hums, mocking thought as he takes in your weak excuses. You’re far too cute for him to know what to do with, but he would figure it out, “Do you need my help, kitten?”

In the second of clarity you have, you debate telling him no. Yet, he twitches inside of you when you open your eyes to take in his all consuming stare, and the thought evaporates from your mind. You do need his help, very badly. You’ll probably burn alive between the scorching pleasure and his fiery gaze without him there to placate the flames.

You give him a weak little teary eyed nod, and he eases your face back into his shoulder. He was always so accommodating with you, so gentle and loving that it made your stomach tie into knots. Only forgetting the feeling when he helped to work you along his length, humming sweet words of praise into your ears, letting you hide away from him all you wanted. That’s what you wanted after all, right?

CALEB

Teasing Caleb was an art form that only you had mastered. You would think that after knowing someone for so long, it would be easy to rile them up. Yet, Caleb was the most controlled man you had ever met when it came to handling your light-hearted jabs. Part of it was thanks to how well he knew you, but the other part was simply because he was good at ignoring his own feelings. He could push and push and push them down to the depths of his mind until they were practically non-existent, and your teasing was no different.

The most you'd get for your efforts was a smirk, maybe a ruffle of your hair as he scolds you, and if you were really annoying, he would chase you around the house and tickle you for your crimes. Rarely was it anything more intense than that.

Rarely. Not never.

There was one way to get Caleb hot and bothered enough to do something, and that was your favorite game of all time: Look, don't touch. It was fun to see just how far you could get, doing all his favorite things with an air of innocence, just to see how long it would take to get him to crack.

Your personal favorite method of torture was to find a shirt of his - dirty, preferably - slide it on and walk around the house with nothing but it and a lacy pair of red panties. (His favorite, judging from how often they go missing from the laundry.) It's a long game you have to play, because winning against Caleb's disciplined ability to pretend was always a long game. Luckily, you were just about the one weakness in his mental fortitude.

You start in the morning before he leaves for work, or else it won't work. If he's at home all day, he'll just take care of it without thought. You walk out of the room, and his eyes catch on your legs. They rake over the exposed skin like trying to burn it into his memory, as if he hadn't done that a million times before. Then, like clockwork, he realizes what he's doing and tries to look anywhere but you as you waltz around. Knowing he has a responsibility that he can't skimp on, even for you, keeps him stiff and robotic as you kiss him goodbye.

Then, step two kicks in: text him frequently. Keeping yourself at the forefront of his mind (which you always are, mind you) and letting him know you're thinking of him makes him squirm in a way that's unbefitting of a soldier. He can't stop himself from thinking about your legs, the way his shirt rested against your body, and what was beneath it. Waiting, begging him to get a peek as you stretched your arms over your head. His eye twitches when you send him yet another suspiciously worded text - never incriminating, but always implicative.

Then, when his shift is nearly over, when you spent your whole day playing coy, you reach the final phase of your plan. You send pictures. Nothing explicit. That would ruin the fun of it all. Just cute, mundane tasks. A downward angle of you cooking dinner, reading a book on his bed, or maybe just a picture of a movie you're watching with your bare legs in view. All visual reminders of what he left at home, all reminders of why he needs to get back now.

Normally, Caleb prefers you to tell him what you like in bed. He's soft, attentive, a little sloppy, but entirely obsessed with your pleasure. It's not as though he's neglecting that part of himself, quite the opposite, actually. You were the one who had made it abundantly clear that you wanted- needed him to put you in your place. He knows your little games, he knows you like no other person on the planet - in the galaxy, hell, the entire universe.

So, of course, he knew you wanted him to fold you in half and show you what happens to misbehaving, teasing little pipsqueaks like yourself for all your efforts. Who was he to deny you of what you'd been begging for all day? Wouldn't that make him a bad Caleb? It almost means that the way he makes you look at him, knowing full well that the eye contact sends you into a flurry of embarrassment. He's just so... intense, in every sense of the word, especially when he's having sex with you.

One leg bent up to your head, the other wrapped around his waist, and two strong arms boxing your head had you surrounded. Chest to chest, buried to the hilt, there was no escaping the little prison of pleasure Caleb had built for you. Your reward equaled your punishment, and you wished you could complain, but you knew your voice would catch in your throat and Caleb would tease you for it. You had no choice but to sit there and look up at him, hoping he'd be a little nicer than you were to him today.

His eyes are hot as they trace along the planes of your face, eating up the sight like his last meal on earth. The subtle shift in his expression as you squeeze around him, feeling the intensity of his gaze far more deeply than you'd ever admit out loud. His eyebrows twitch up in surprise, before a lazy smirk crawls over his face, leaning down to kiss along the apple of your cheek to the shell of your ear.

"Y'know," He starts in a low drawl, sending your head spinning, "If you want me to take care of you, you can just ask."

You shake your head, though there isn't a real purpose for it. You're just a little too flustered to think right when he's got you like this. His dominance really is something all-consuming, and it reminds you why you don't tease him like this often. You would be a dead man if you had to put up with his relentlessness every time you had sex.

"No?" He asks, as if he's confused, but the condescension in his voice gives him away.

He adjusts himself slightly, rubbing against your walls just enough to get you to tremble a little. Then, all at once, he pulls himself out to the tip and pushes his way back inside in a fluid motion, "You don't want me to do that? Then tell me what you need, won't you?"

You whimper, tossing your arms on your face like that might help you here. Nearly forgetting how easily he overpowers you in your hazy headspace until he seamlessly pulls your hands over your head, interlacing your fingers as if they belonged together.

"No, no, no. None of that, you gotta look at me, 'kay?" He hums so sickeningly sweet it makes you want to swing at him.

A whine tears through your throat, tossing your head to the side to bury into his arm. Defiant and bratty to the end, as always. He huffs out a laugh that's all too affectionate for how annoying he was being, then chases your face with his own. You feel the warm press of his sweat-slicked forehead against yours, heated breath fanning over your face. You don't budge, not even when he nudges your nose with his own as encouragement.

He's reaching the end of his limited patience; you can feel it in the way his fingers tremble around your wrists. He could hold back all day when you weren't physically near him, but he was inside you for god's sake. Any man - well trained soldier or not - would collapse under the extreme pressure of a nice warm pussy. Your nice warm pussy was simply one of the greatest weaknesses he had, second only to your oh so pretty eyes he was being deprived of right now.

"Pips," He whines, voice uncharacteristically squeaky, "Lemme see your pretty eyes, yeah?"

You curl your hands into tight fists, trying and failing to fight him off one last time. A little voice in your mind reminds you of how mean you were to him today. Listen to his voice, he needs you just as bad as you need him. It's okay to give in, Caleb will take care of everything, it whispers so sweetly. You can't refuse its logic, not when it seems so totally right as he twitches inside you again.

You slowly peel your eyes open, nearly jumping at the way he's staring so intently at you. Brows worried, lip caught between his teeth, and pretty purple eyes darting across your face. You expect some kind of comment from him, some words of praise or thanks, but all you get is his hips pulling back and slamming back into you. It gets your toes curling instantaneously, a moan ripping from your vocal cords in surprise.

You shouldn't be, though. This is what you wanted. Caleb was just giving it to you. He would always give it to you.

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loveydovey-leviathan · 2 years ago

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(for your recent post)

hmmm how about mal and reader were having an argument or sumn then he's like " hmph let's not talk to each other for now >:( " so you grant him some space/or silent treatment and mal is like dramatically waiting for u to talk to him for HOURS in his room just brooding there and when he realize you're still ignoring him, he's like a pathetic sad wet cat needy for ur attention now bcs he couldn't stand being apart from u.

im sorry for the basic ass idea lol 😭 im just a sucker for silent treatment scenarios like this

malleus x gn! reader

a/n: written as romantic -> FOAMING AT THE MOUTH, IM A SUCKER FOR THESE TOO 😔😔 hope i did this justice

one of the many things malleus adores about you is your stubbornness. the way you don't back down against what you think is wrong is something that will always set him ablaze with admiration for you.

though he doesn't quite like it when that pride is directed at him.

he's realizing this now when scornful words are spat between the two of you in the living room of ramshackle. clouds and lighting are beginning to gather as a response to his irritation and annoyance. he doesn't even know what this silly argument was even about or why it started in the first place, and unfortunately, malleus can be just as stubborn as can be.

"since you insist on being childish, i think it's best for us to not talk for a while," he isn't even looking at you as he says this, so when he disappears into pretty green firelights, he misses the hurt expression on your face as he leaves.

this is stupid, you think, but you bite your lip in worry as you walk upstairs and lay in bed, grim beside you snoring away. you said things you didn't mean so perhaps it's best to give him space, though how long that will go on is unknown to you since your lovely dragon is a fae with a rather skewed perception of time... whatever, he knows where to find you as soon as he decides he's comfortable enough to talk this out.

unbeknownst to you, malleus is now brooding in his room, lying face down on his pillow. the clouds around nrc have gotten worse, static brushing against the air as he waits for a phone call from you. preferably a sincere apology since he obviously deserves it after the things you've said.

...

well, he supposes it wasn't entirely your fault. he uttered words all to anger you as you did him, though none of them were true. you weren't childish, the opposite in fact-- having to take care of that first-year duo and that cat you're always hanging out with, taking precious time away when you could be stroking his hair and kissing his hands and petting his horns. as you do.

that's another thing he likes about you. even if you don't spend as much time together as he'd like, what you do to him is more than enough to compensate. you know he likes being kissed on the neck, you know he loves it when you take of his gloves and hold his hands, you know he loves when you lightly blow on his ear. you always look so happy when you do it too-- like seeing him smile makes you-

wait, isn't he supposed to be angry at you? he humphs and pouts when he realizes you still haven't called. he turns his head, eyebrows crossed and he stares at the phone on his desk. the only reason he learned how to use a phone was so you could contact him and send him texts and "memes" like you do with the rest of your friends.

he considers going to you himself but immediately shoves the idea away. he's still mad at you after all.

...

the clouds start pouring rain.

it isn't even the raging, storming kind-- the ones with howling winds and thunderous claps of lightning that illuminate the very sky. it's sad and cold that heavily drops on your already straining roof. your dampened mood worsens and you decide to get out of bed and make a hot drink to help you sleep.

you briefly glance at the alarm on your bedside table and see that it's 2:31 a.m., way too early to do anything at all.

just as you reach the bottom of the stairs, you hear 3 heavy knocks at the front door. any normal person would panic and call a friend for help, but your friends ace are usually the ones getting kicked out, so you figure something similar happened.

imagine your surprise when you see your boyfriend in all his 202 cm glory. his hair sticks to his face in an unfairly handsome way considering he's absolutely soaked, and somehow the look accentuates the pretty green hue of his eyes that have only ever looked at you like you were everything and more, even when he's angry at you.

...did he walk here?

you continue staring at him for a while and your realize that while your lover is incredibly beautiful- so much so the word beautiful could never begin to describe him- he is also very. pathetic. if only people knew how much of a wet cat he was. he even bumps his nose against yours as an act of affection sometimes.

and that fact is ever prominent right now. his arms are crosses and his lips are jutted in a cute pout, refusing to say a word.

"..."

you don't know what to do exactly, considering there isn't a manual for 'what to do when your draconic boyfriend stands outside your front door in the soaking rain while he remains completely silent', so you slowly turn and walk through ramshackle's living room and into your dainty little kitchen.

heavy footsteps follow close behind you, followed by a light thud of a closing door and the muffling of the rain. malleus continues to follow you when you boil enough water for two, when you take out your tea bags (gifted by kalim) and seep it into the water. you take the occasional glance here and there, wondering if you should speak before ultimately deciding against it. maybe he doesn't want to talk right now.

he sits closely next to you- so close your knees touch when you rest yourself on one of the seats against the table. your fingertips briefly touch when you pass him the newly brewed tea and it's almost like he wants to reach out to hold your hand, but he pulls away at the last second.

from there, you sit in silence. the heat of the mug spreads from your cold fingertips and you warm up as you drink your tea. already, your becoming tired. you look at mal once more and he still has that adorable pout on his face, but his eyebrows aren't as furrowed as before. usually, you'd gladly offer a cuddle during a rainy night, but tonight's been strange.

so when you try to leave your seat, a hand suddenly stops you. it's the first time he's looked you in the eyes the entire night and good god it's cute, lame and pitiful all at the same time. truly, a stray kitty in a box out in the rain begging for attention. his eyes look up at you in the saddest way possible and you swear you see a wet sheen-- and that damn pout that's going to be the fucking death of you one day is still there.

"i'm sorry," he mutters, and he shifts from one hand holding yours to two. "i can't stand being apart from you." the apology is blunt, honest and sincere, just like him.

you gently lift the hand he wasn't holding to his cheek and he nuzzles into it, closing his eyes as he enjoys your petting. something deep rumbles in his chest and you realize he's purring again.

"m' sorry too, mal. shouldn't have said what i said."

almost immediately, the heavy rain lessens before quickly coming to a stop. there's a smile on his face and the all-too-familiar, tell-tale blush on his cheeks. you place your finger under his chin and tilt his head before kissing him softly. he's dormant and still, like he's afraid of breaking this moment, but he tightens his grip on your hand like he's afraid you'll leave.

malleus chases your lips in hopes for more when you pull away all too soon. he's staring at you with a look as sweet and delicate as spun sugar.

"let's go to bed, mal."

he chuckles like he always does. "if you insist, my love." like he wasn't waiting, hoping you ask him.

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suiana · 9 months ago

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(yandere! kdrama bully harem x gn! american reader) (jjk au edition)

peace and quiet.

you were currently waiting for your lecture to begin as people slowly filled in the seats of the lecture hall. it was rather... quiet. quiet but peaceful, you know? you liked it.

a time without annoyances. a time without-

"자기야!"

oh.

you glance at you harem of... annoying admirers before looking back at your table. damn it, they just had to ruin your peace, didn't they?

you try your best to ignore them, to not give them the attention they so desperately craved. i mean, if you did give it to them they'd just annoy you even more so like, obviously you'll just ignore them right?

unfortunately they made it hard to ignore them.

"you! you so pretty! i like!"

"i like uh... burger and sprite!"

"what's your kakao?!"

"hey baby do you want to go on a date? we can ignore all these other bastards and it'll just be us two-"

damn it, these people were so freaking annoying.

clenching your fists, you shut your eyes and try to focus on your breathing. deep breaths. deep breaths. don't get out of control...

"자기야, 사랑해!"

"a-american like uh... sprite? panda express!"

"kakao? kakao?"

"baby you're so attractive. damn, i've never seen someone more gorgeous than you, you know? you just make my mind go insane and-"

ugh! these idiots just would not shut up, would they?!

"the soul mourns the death of a restricted one. you've yet to taste the beauty of freedom. you've entered the dead zone of my shooting range."

instantly, you hear the gasps of your harem as they immediately start mutteeing curses in korean. yeah, serves them right-

"domain expansion, deadeye sanctuary. cursed technique silver barrage."

the entire lecture hall around you suddenly changes and a bunch of guns start to materialize, shooting your harem as they desperately bring out their stands and cursed techniques to counter your attacks.

"씨발- AH!"

"N-No! Panda express?!"

"guh... kakao..."

"simple domain- shit, baby we're sorry! we didn't mean to- stop shooting us!"

yes! feel the wrath of the bullets! that's what you get for messing with an american...

"don't mess with an american... and also, i like raising canes."

you look down as you suddenly feel your stomach growl. oh damn, you're hungry, huh?

"huh, guess it's canes time. and after that i'll get some crumbl-"

yummy in my tummy >w<

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lovebotmo · 1 year ago

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like the movies

chapter five - late library nights

series masterlist

pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 1337

author's note: hello friends!!! it has almost been a month and i would like to offer my sincerest apologies!!!! i have entered my final semester of university so things have been rather hectic. i appreciate all the love you guys have given this series this far <3 thanks for being the absolute best. kiss kiss

also if i missed you for the taglist plz let me know!!! its been a min hehe

song inspiration: bewitched by laufey

Thanks to Lavender’s rather loose lips, the entire student body of Hogwarts seemed to be buzzing about your secret, not-so-secret admirer. Three days later and you could still hear the giggles of second-year girls as they discussed just who your mystery man could be steps behind you and your friends. You even had to endure a public love confession from both Fred and George, the red-headed twins bickering and quarreling over who loved you more in their newest prank. They both claimed to have been your secret admirer and demanded that you choose the twin you cared for more. It quickly devolved into a passionate, highly embarrassing competition that had the crowd which had slowly grown howling in laughter. George had even torn his shirt open, claiming that ‘the fires of love were burning within him and that clothes could not contain his ardent affection any longer.’ The whole affair might have been more comical had you not been its victim. Suffice to say you were adequately embarrassed, as if the burning blush on your face had not been enough evidence to that fact.

However, even with all the attention now placed on you and your secret admirer, no one had sincerely come forward to claim responsibility. You could hardly blame them, given the reactions of your fellow students. Still, you couldn’t help yourself grow more and more curious as days continued to pass without any additional clues.

“So…I hear you’ve got yourself a bit of an admirer, huh?”

Rolling your eyes, you turned towards Theo to find a smirk resting smugly on his face. “Merlin, not you too, Theo. I swear it’s impossible to go ten minutes without someone mentioning it.”

Theo laughed at your response and the obvious annoyance in your expression. “Bit of a touchy subject?”

You sighed. “Sorry. It’s just—bloody hell, I’ve got loads of people coming up to me trying to chat about it and well, it’s a bit much.”

The tall Slytherin nodded as he scanned his Potions textbook, looking for the next set of directions for the Wolfsbane potion you were currently brewing. “I didn’t mean to pry, really—”

“No, no it’s all right. I’m just a bit on edge recently.” You and Theo both reached for the crushed moonstone, hands bumping clumsily into each other. “Sorry, ‘m all over the place today.”

Theo gave you a gentle smile before grasping the vial, gingerly adding it before meeting your eyes with his own. “S’all right. Besides, we both know it’s better if I handle things, considering I’m the better Potions student any—ow!” Theo rubbed his arm where you had lightly smacked him.

“Just because you beat me by one whole point on the last test doesn’t mean—”

“It means I am better than—Salazar, woman!” This time Theo rubbed his other arm which you may or may not have hit. “You’ve got to come up with a better comeback than physical assault. I could report you to Slughorn, you know.”

“Oh please, you’d never snitch on me, Theo. We’re potions partners after all—you’re stuck with me.”

A wide grin made its way onto Theo’s face, along with the faintest blush that he desperately hoped you couldn’t see in the dim lighting of the classroom. “Yeah, ‘spose I am.” Realizing he was looking at you in a bit of a daze, he cleared his throat. “I forgot to mention, Pucey’s set a last-minute quidditch practice for this afternoon. I know we’re meant to work on the project for anti-venoms, but is there any chance we could push it until later?”

“Tsk, tsk, Theodore. Choosing quidditch over Potions, eh? And you call yourself the best Potions student?” you teased. Theo let out a sharp laugh, dropping three murtlap tentacles into the cauldron bubbling before you. “That works for me, actually. Where did you want to meet?”

“I can catch up with you on the quidditch pitch. We can head over to the library from there.” Stirring the concoction clockwise, Theo looked at you from the corner of his eye, “Thanks for being flexible.”

“’Course. It’s what you would expect from the best Potions student, right?”

“Alright, pipe down.”

“You’re no fun, Theo.”

“Yeah, yeah. Now hand me the wolfsbane leaves.”

“Only if you admit I’m the better Potions student.”

“Y/n.”

“…Here you go.”

Tugging at the sleeves of your sweater, you made your way towards the quidditch pitch, just as the sun was starting to set over the mountains surrounding Hogwarts. The practice had evidently just ended as players began to descend from the sky at the sound of Captain Adrian Pucey’s dismissal. Walking over, you saw Theo dismounting from his broom alongside Enzo. Upon spotting you, the pair walked over to greet you.

“Rough practice, huh?” The boys before you were out of breath, chests heaving with obvious exhaustion.

Enzo gave you a look, “You’ve no idea.” Beside him, Theo nodded in agreement.

“Pucey’s got his tail in a twist about the game this weekend against Gryffindor,” Theo said. “We can’t catch a break.” Theo grabbed the end of his practice jersey to wipe at the sweat on his brow, revealing a lean, toned abdomen. His tongue swiped quickly at his pink lips as he continued to breathe heavily. As he let go of his jersey, one of his hands went to run through his unruly curls and you couldn’t help but stare at the more than pleasant image before you.

Fucking hell…Godric save me.

As if sensing your train of thought, Enzo smirked, mirth dancing in his eyes.

The sound of Theo’s Italian accent broke your reverie. “I’ve got to hit the showers, so I’ll be ten minutes or so. You alright with waiting?”

Clutching your Potions textbook to your chest, you nodded, giving Enzo’s look of obvious amusement a glare. “’M fine. Go ahead.”

Theo flashed that wide grin of his that you were becoming fond of before trotting off to join the other players in the locker rooms. By now, Enzo’s grin had become a full-on beam.

“Whatever you’re thinking, Enzo—well, don’t think it.”

The Slytherin raised his hands in mock confusion. “What could you possibly mean, Y/n? I was just wondering—”

“Enzo, don’t make me hit you with this book.”

“Jeez, I guess Theo wasn’t lying when he said you were violent.”

“Hey!”

Hours later in the library, you swore words were beginning to dance off the pages of the endless tomes you and Theo had been rummaging through for your upcoming project. Beside you, Theo seemed to feel the same exhaustion, groaning as his forehead dropped onto one of the thick volumes.

Grasping your quill, you gently brushed the feather by Theo’s ear to grasp his attention. Still faceplanted in a book, the tired boy simply turned his head towards you rather than sitting upright.

“I reckon we call it a night, yeah?” Theo’s curls shook as he nodded his head, eyes beginning to droop in exhaustion. “You’ve probably got to be up early for the game tomorrow too.” Your Potions partner glared at you for the reminder before finally sitting up.

You began to tidy up the sprawled-out texts before Theo broke the quiet resting over the library. “You going?”

Turning to look at him, you paused, “Going to what?”

Theo laughed softly, “The game, Y/n.”

“Oh.” You grinned sheepishly, “I don’t know. Hadn’t decided yet.”

Theo hummed at your response. Moving sluggishly, he began to help you pack up.

“Well…you should go. It’s supposed to be a good one.” You met Theo’s eyes that were already peering into yours.

“You want me to go, huh? To show off or something?”

Theo laughed at you, gently flicking one of your hands reaching for a stray quill. “Or something.”

You smiled, “Well, if you want me there, I’m there.”

Having finished packing up, Theo stood in front of you and mirrored your grin. “Well, I do…want you there, that is.”

Walking out of the library together, you gently bumped the taller boy’s shoulder. “Then, I’m there.”

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jaegeraether · 2 years ago

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 41)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (38)

Masterlist (other parts here)

(*A lil smut with some sickening fluff. Happy Holidays!*)

“Why are you not in position?” Lucy asked as she entered the room, naked besides the strap she wore. YFN hadn’t seen that one before. She was sat on the edge of the bed naked and tilted her head as she admired her girlfriend and her well earned body. Everything about Lucy’s body was a product of her determination and work-ethic. She was toned from head to toe, and with the strap…she was even more than that. She looked dangerous.

“I asked you a question.”

YFN’s eyes flicked up to meet Lucy’s. Her expression was also dangerous, and her deep breathing and dilated pupils betrayed how turned on she was. YFN stood and walked slowly towards her, Lucy’s eyes following her every step. When she was close, she looked up at her, darkened eyes meeting darkened eyes and her fingertips touched Lucy’s hip, running from hip to lat and back. Lucy shivered.

“You’re not doing what you’re told.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispered as she held Lucy’s eye contact with a mischievous expression. She leant forwards to place a kiss on her collarbone, her lips staying on her as she spoke. “I just wanted to make you feel good. Will you let me do that?”

Her lips ran the length of her clavicle to that hollow oval in the middle. Lucy’s breathing hitched.

“Use your words, Luce.”

“I want to fuck you. Hard.”

“I know, love. You will. Just let me tease you first, like you teased me.”

Her fingertips on both hands had made their way to her back now and were stroking it devastatingly softly. She had no idea how Lucy was holding herself together, and from her swaying under her touch, apparently neither could Lucy.

YFN lowered herself to the ground slowly, dragging her lips down her torso, over the sensitive skin of her nipple and the bumps of her abs as she went until she reached her knees and stared at the black strap in front of her. She looked up found Lucy looking at her with wide eyes. Her lips parted to help her increased breathing and she swallowed excitedly, her throat bobbing as she did. YFN kept her eyes as she moved closer, sliding the tip onto her tongue as her fingers found her clit behind the strap. She kept Lucy’s eyes as she sucked the tip, teasing her clit at the same time. And she kept her eyes as she slid her head further onto the cock. Only when she started going deeper did she tear her eyes away, instead closing them and focussing on the task at hand. She took her time at first, Lucy not knowing how to stay upright as her little Australian took it deeper and deeper in her throat with satisfied, wet hums. She stimulated Lucy’s clit simultaneously which made her a moaning mess, unsure what to do. This was something Lucy had never experienced before.

“Oh fuck.” She moaned as she watched her little Australian work the strap. She had the timing of the clit stimulation down perfectly. It felt as if she were actually sucking her off. YFN moaned onto her, enjoying herself and that made Lucy feral. She gripped onto her hair with both hands, her hips moving to fuck the strap into her mouth. She forced herself to go slow and gently, but YFN’s spare hand grabbed Lucy’s and encouraged her to grip tighter and force herself into her mouth harder.

Lucy couldn’t even find words. She was a fucking mess. YFN was on her knees and taking the whole cock in her mouth, gagging and moaning onto it as if it was for herself rather than Lucy. Tears pricked in her eyes at the depth but she continued. Her fingers were ruthless and rubbed Lucy right up to the point where she was just about to come.

“F…fuck! Fuck… little one I…I’m go..going to come. I can’t. Argh – fuck!” Lucy was so wound up that her body felt unsure and light, tingly and close.

Lucy groaned and tightened her grip in the gorgeous sun-kissed hair in order to wrench her head back off her strap, YFN’s eyes met hers with a look of surprise and almost annoyance that she’d been stopped, her lips plump and red and wet. God, she was a sight. Just to prove a point, her fingers rubbed Lucy brutally as teetered on that edge.

“No.” Lucy growled and shoved her hand away. She picked her off the ground and shoved her backwards on the bed. “On your fucking knees.”

YFN didn’t hesitate to follow instruction, knowing just how wound up she’d gotten Lucy. Lucy knelt on the bed behind her and parted her legs further, her hand gripping the back of her neck and holding her hard to the bed as she lined up.

“You’re dripping. Good girl.”

She entered the tip and pressed in a little, teasing her. YFN tried to wriggle back into her but was held strong and groaned her frustration.

“You deserve this.” Lucy growled as if it were a punishment as she thrust the entire strap into her little Australian, her hips connection with a ‘slap’.

She cried out in both surprise and pleasure, her sounds swallowed by the bed she was pressed into as Lucy generously allowed her a few seconds for her body to clench and unclench needily, getting used to the size before she started. As expected after two weeks of no sex, Lucy was fucking merciless. Her strength, her pace, even her words as she growled them between her breathing.

“Fucking needy, aren’t you little one? Can’t even wait to come home to me. Needed to call me just to get off.”

YFN’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she took what she was given from Lucy with grateful whimpers. She wanted her to treat her like a toy and use her. She wanted her to speak to her like it also. Everything Lucy was doing was perfect, and even more so because she wasn’t pretending. Lucy needed it also.

The room was filled with a cacophony of angry, wet fucking, loud whimpers, angry grunts, pornographic cries of ecstasy with each thrust. It was so brutal that it started to hurt in the best way and she took it gratefully, gripping the bedsheets for dear life.

Lucy was so riled up after the oral sex that she felt herself teetering on that edge a lot less in control than usual, and she tried not to fall but she couldn’t stop herself. She cried out in a sound that was more of a pained yell than anything and her body locked up so tight she couldn't breathe. Everything stilled. She didn’t know where she was, what she was doing, or how much time had passed. Her body was feeling everything and nothing at the same time. It was an all-consuming feeling of euphoria.

She felt gentle kisses to her neck and face, two fingers expertly rubbing her clit which lengthened and intensified that electric shock feeling through her body. She felt the bed against her back and one blissful eternity later the fingers stopped and held pressure instead, those kisses continuing with some supportive cooing that came back into focus.

“Good job, Luce. Ride it, love. God, you’re amazing.”

Those kisses brought her back to life as her body eased and relaxed itself into the softness of the bed. She let herself enjoy her happy sense of peace for a little and when she was ready she opened her eyes and found those beautiful blue ones watching her from above, filled with curiosity and wonder as her golden sun-kissed hair fell silkily near her own. If she were religious, she would have thought she was made in heaven. She didn’t believe in religion, but she sure as hell would for her.

YFN was perched with her head in her hand, watching Lucy. Her leg was tangled around one of Lucy’s and her eyes followed her hand as her thumb wiped the beads of sweat from Lucy’s forehead and her fingertips tucked the little curled up baby hairs of hers back into place behind her ear with a peaceful smile on her face. Her eyes met Lucy’s once she was done and she waited patiently for her to be able to speak, using her free time to trace the features of her face. Her dark eyebrows, high cheekbones, strong nose, sharp jawline, and soft lips. She was especially fascinated by those. Lucy kissed her fingertips as she traced her lips.

“What happened?” She whispered against them.

“I think you already know what happened, Luce.”

Lucy did know. She’d just had the most mind-blowing, out of body orgasm she’d ever had in her life. Though her mind immediately went to the fact that it had happened before YFN also had a chance to get there.

“Stop…” YFN whispered, ducking down so her lips could gently kiss Lucy’s. “Stop those thoughts right now. I really, really enjoyed that. You just railed the fuck out of me, Luce. And on the counter…” She eyes rolled back a little as she bit her lip. “Are you done for the night?”

Lucy looked offended as she pulled her girlfriend closer. “I’m never done with you.”

“Good, because I’d like us to spend the rest of the night loving each other.” She reached down and took the strap off Lucy, throwing it to the floor and straddling her girlfriend before she managed to complain, her hair now falling like a curtain around their faces, offering them privacy from the outside world. Lucy needed to take a few seconds to admire her before she could speak.

“What do you have in mind, little one?”

“Just you and I, no toys. Just fingers and tongues and cuddling and laughing and loving.”

Lucy grinned. “Sounds perfect.”

And they did exactly that. They fucked, or more accurately…loved… and moaned and teased and bit and kissed until no part of their bodies were untouched or unloved by the other. It was a vast difference to their usual brutal fucking; this was purely romantic and personal, a way to show just how much love they had for each other. They stopped for water breaks when they needed to, and even ended with a naked midnight snack as they both hadn’t eaten dinner. They tried to not wake Narla, being as quiet as possible, laughing silently and into each other so as to not make a sound. The largest sound made was a slurping noise by Lucy as YFN fed her a watermelon and she moaned at the taste of food. YFN smacked her with a chuckle and wiped the watermelon juice off her chin with her thumb.

YFN took hold of the trophy she’d cleaned, Lucy’s first, and sat it on the counter in a good place next to a photo of her with her family.

Lucy came up behind her, her arms wrapping around her. YFN leant back into her, Lucy’s body strong and warm against her back.

“I want you to keep this out, Luce.” She whispered for Narla’s sake. “It’s your first.”

Lucy reached out to touch it gently as if she were reliving the memory before she pulled her hand back and kissed her on the cheek. “I think that’s a great idea, little one. Thank you.”

Lucy tried to whisper, but her voice was deep and travelled far. They heard Narla make a sound and both froze before they scuttled back to the bedroom.

YFN’s body woke her up with stress, worried she’d miss her flight. It wasn't until 10am, but it was international, and she needed to leave around 8am from Lucy’s.

She turned to look at Lucy as she slept on her stomach, her arm draped over YFN. She always slept a lot, though she knew she would sleep extra-long after the travel, her game and their long night. Her body was so warm against hers that she didn’t want to leave the bed at all. She gently brushed a strand of Lucy’s loose, dark hair off her face as she slept and watched her body rise and fall with each sleepy breath. She loved just watching her. It took a good bit of self-discipline for her to slide herself out of bed and out from under Lucy’s arm. Her little suitcase was in the corner of the room and still zipped up so she decided that to not wake Lucy, she’d put her clothes on instead. The closest things she could find were a pair of football shorts and one of her oversized shirts that she loved to wear. She also managed to find some socks and she snuck out into the kitchen, clicking the door closed behind her.

Narla was already awake and came padding over. YFN got down on her knees to greet her as she got close. She was a curious and fiercely independent dog, also very intelligent. She was almost Lucy in dog-form in a lot of ways. She allowed YFN to give her morning pats and even rolled onto her back so she could rub her little pink belly. YFN checked out what Lucy had in the fridge and pantry after that while Narla watched her from the couch, chewing on her new football toy in between her legs. YFN grinned at that, happy she liked it.

Typical Lucy had a lot of ingredients to account for her love of food. When she saw the amount of condiments she had, she rolled her eyes.

She poured herself a glass of juice and made sure Narla’s water was full before she started breakfast. They hadn’t eaten anything since early yesterday apart from their midnight snack, and Lucy was always hungry after a game so she knew she’d wake famished, and so she cooked a hot English breakfast with bacon, eggs, sausages, toast, mushrooms, tomato and beans. When she was just finishing, YFN looked at the time just after 7am and was deciding whether or not to wake Lucy, knowing she’d be upset with no goodbye, but also needing her sleep. Luckily, she didn’t need to make that decision as Lucy stumbled out to the kitchen looking very much like she needed another twelve hours sleep. She yawned and rubbed her eyes behind her glasses as she walked out, her eyes widening at the big breakfast YFN was cooking, an excited grin crossing her face. She came over to take her girlfriend into her arms with a kiss to the temple.

“It looks incredible. You’re incredible. The smell is so good it quite literally woke me from the dead. I’m starving.”

“I thought you would be.” She chuckled. “Morning, Luce. You look like you’ve been hit by a bus.”

“And you look beautiful as ever.”

“A pretty bus, of course.”

Lucy rolled her eyes and helped her plate up the food. They sat adjacent to each other at the dining table as if they had done for years, Lucy holding one of her legs captive with her own. It was as close as the footballer could be with her as above the table she needed her space to spread out and eat. And God, did she eat. YFN was worried she’d run out of breath with how quick and excitedly she was eating, somehow managing to get her food down before YFN had been through half of hers. She couldn’t finish her own and offered it to Lucy who’d been eyeing it, as much as she’d denied she was, and that was also gone quickly.

“Do you want more?”

“No, I’m full now with your leftovers. Thanks love, that was delicious.” She gave her a peck on the cheek and checked the time. 7:30am. She frowned at her phone. “Do you really have to go?”

“I’m sorry, Luce. Yeah, I do.”

“When will you be back?”

“I’m not sure but I was thinking that I’d just come over whenever I get a chance…I think that’s best.”

“Better than setting dates; this weekend was a disaster.”

“Don’t say that, my limp and bruises would suggest otherwise.”

Lucy gave a proud grin and YFN smacked her in the arm as she collected the plates, taking them up to the kitchen.

“Just leave them in the sink!”

“Luce-”

Lucy was behind her then, taking the plates and lowering them into the sink. “Leave them, little one. I don’t want to waste any time doing dishes with you. Let’s go have a shower, hm?”

YFN sighed and turned around and placed a kiss to her throat. “You know, I’d be happy to do dishes for a living if it meant I could spend my time with you.”

Lucy’s neck vibrated under her lips as she hummed happily. “And you think I’m the bigger romantic.”

“You are.”

“Someone’s in a mood for debate, today.”

They both knew it was because she had to leave in the next 30 minutes. Without waiting for a reply, Lucy bent down and threw her girlfriend over her shoulder, her hand smacking her ass as she took her to the shower.

“Luce, your knee! Put me down!”

Lucy chuckled but she didn’t stop.

“You’re sure you can’t zoom tomorrow?” Lucy mumbled into her neck. They’d waited that long for not even a full day together.

YFN tightened her arms around Lucy’s head. “I need to be there for the new office in London tomorrow, Luce.”

The new starters weren’t a problem, they were starting Tuesday. It was the office being ready that was the issue.

“And no one else can do that?”

“Luce…you’re killing me. You know they can’t, love.” She mumbled back to her, getting even more upset at Lucy’s sadness as she grasped at straws that weren’t there. “I’m hoping Friday I can come. I won’t need to be back until Sunday…”

Lucy groaned and then accepted it with a sigh as she pulled back. “My game is on Sunday. El Clasico.”

“Against Real Madrid, right?”

Lucy looked a little caught off guard. “That’s right.”

“I’m just joking.” She chuckled. “I know what El Clasico is. But I love that you were kind enough to not make fun of me if I didn’t.”

“You’re trouble, you are.”

“Si, but you love it.” She looked at her watch for the hundredth time. Boarding was soon and she still needed to get through security, though the line hadn’t seemed long. “I need to go. I love you, Lucia Roberta. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Usually that name was only for when she was in trouble, but this time it was said with adoration. Lucy smiled proudly at the name and took her little face gently between her hands, kissing her softly a few times before tilting her head to make it more needy as their tongues met. YFN leant into her body and into the kiss, letting herself enjoy it for a while before she pulled away first, blushing. “Public, Lucia.”

“I couldn’t help myself. I love you, little one. Come back as soon as you can, please. Your home is here.”

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jammingjaem · 2 years ago

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dream store

5. honesty is key

PAIRING | lee haechan x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS | rising up in the music industry as a young songwriter and producer, you wouldn’t think that you’d get hired by sm entertainment and write a song for your favorite group. although there was one downfall: you don’t think making music makes you happy anymore. but the endearing and charismatic lee haechan has swept you off of your feet. and here you’re asking yourself— what are you waiting for in life?

y/n hesitated outside the meeting room, butterflies already erupting in her stomach. right at the other side of the door, nct dream and their staff were waiting. the muted buzz of voices hinted at discussions already underway, intensifying her nervousness. she already had scenarios running in her mind of what the staff wanted for the song, what they expect rather than giving the boys a chance to speak. the girl took a deep breath, fingers fidgeting with the fidget ring that giselle bought her for her birthday.

“just open the fucking door, y/n.” the girl mumbled to herself, taking a deep breath.

when she finally pushed open the door, a hush fell over the room. the members of nct dream looked up, expressions a mix of curiosity. she thought her nerves seemed to be detectible, but their smiles, thankfully, eased her tension. ‘ningning said that they were understanding.’ y/n thought to herself, blinking at the sight of the seven of them.

the staff intimidated her, definitely. but this was between her and nct dream only. she needs to assert her dominance as a producer working with artists.

“now that i’m here, i’d like to request all the staff members to leave.” they, including the dreamies, were baffled.

“this is a meeting about your collaboration with the boys— we’re here to know when the release date will be and—“ a staff member spoke up.

y/n’s annoyance grew, haechan noticing the way her eyebrows furrowed as the staff stressed everyone’s presence for the meeting, y/n’s stern glare pierced through the room, determined to get her own way. haechan, with a wry smile, saw how discontent y/n was, a silent protest in the midst of professional expectations. her glare intensified, resembling a coiled snake, poised to strike at unsuspecting staff members with a palpable intensity.

“are you the producer?” she pipes up, and that silenced him immediately, all of the boys looking at each other. “i don’t think you know who you hired— especially since you’ve never worked with me before.” she slammed her hydroflask down on the table, making park jisung flinch in shock. “i am the producer that you hired to make music for nct dream, so i expect you all to know the basic knowledge when hiring me.”

“now you—” “i, myself, will be working with the boys one on one to know what kind of music they want to make and the kind of music they know their fans want to hear. tha is my policy. are we clear?”

everybody fell silent. haechan quirks up an eyebrow admiring her clear vision for work. impressed, mark lee known as nct dream’s leader addressed the staff, “she’s right — we’ll work with her one on one, and we should start today for the meeting. i think it’ll be easier for both sides.”

zhong chenle interrupted him, apologizing first before saying, “ningning worked one on one with her for life’s too short and the song came out in two weeks. shouldn’t we have the same drive?”

y/n, raising an eyebrow, hums in agreement, “if you want the song to release faster, listen to me. how will the artist have their own voice if the staff is the one running the song? i suggest you all leave.”

the room fell silent as y/n’s boldness hung in the air. mark, sensing the authenticity of her approach, nodded. “let’s follow y/n’s lead. one on one it is. the song is important.”

as the staff left, haechan smiled. he liked how she knew what she wanted and never backed down, something that he sometimes couldn’t do. as soon as they left, the girl waited for a minute, opening the door to see them all gone. she sighs in relief, closing the door and sitting down on a chair. the boys all look at her expectedly, waiting for her to continue, waiting for their plan to take place.

“thank god they are gone!” she huffs out, looking up to see all of the boys sitting there. “the members of aespa told me you guys are understanding. are you really understanding and to what point?” she questioned.

“well i’m keeping a secret that karina told me not to tell?” lee jeno pipes up, “something about having screenshots of a username’s account… something…villa? for blackmail about something.”

“WHAT?” y/n shouts, shocking the seven boys, “really?” “she’ll kill me. don’t tell her i told you!” jeno complained, and she nods, seeing that he was clueless— ‘well no duh, this is our first meeting.’ she thought, before clearing her throat.

“alright… well, i’ll drop that.” y/n looks around, then sighs, “honesty is key.” she scrunches her nose, “i need to tell you guys the truth. but you can’t tell anyone!”

“then we’ll tell you what we’re planning.” haechan pipes up and na jaemin shot his head up, glaring immediately at the male in front of him, “what’s there to lose? you lose some, you gain some. if she’s honest with us, we are honest with her.”

“okay then. deal.” y/n clears her throat, “i have no ideas prepared for you guys— i’m brainless for songs. i’ve had a writer’s block since five months ago. i’m practically jobless!”

they all stare at her, and haechan started laughing, the girl’s expression falling, “are— are you laughing at my dilemma right now?”

“no!” haechan laughs, wiping imaginary tears away, “if anything… we’re kind of on the same boat.”

“chenle had an idea where we just stall on our jobs so that we have more time to relax before working.” huang renjun tells her, and the boys nod in agreement, making her lean back and cover her face, groaning. they all look at each other, before looking back at her.

“then this is great!” y/n says, looking up at them. “i think we can work together. by working with me, i’ll give you guys all the time to relax. only if you help me with ideas to write your song!”

“how will that help us relax?” jisung questions, and she shrugs.

“we can fake meetings, and say we are talking about the song… which we will, but if anything, we can just hang out! or not. your choices.”

“okay, i like the sound of that.” jaemin nods his head.

“we don’t need to have meetings frequently either. you guys do what you want to do, but you can help me by sending me things to inspire me and give me input for everything. that’s all i need…” she tells them, “possibly helping me get back into music too.” she mumbled to herself.

“what was that?” mark asks and she shakes her head, smiling, “well… okay then.” he looks around, seeing his members agreeing, “we’re in. but— the staff wanted a specific date when we’ll finish?”

“and you are a man who is in another sub-unit with haechan.” she raised an eyebrow, “i say we work on this project— two months max. will that give you guys time to relax?”

“deal.” haechan takes it for the team, “so should we exchange numbers?”

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charlie-rulerofhell · 19 days ago

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Of Hogs and Horses

a little gift to @bad-system, i suppose. and to everyone else who cannot stand Henry's plant-nerd personality getting ignored any longer.

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For a while, Henry stood in silence and admired her. He felt that he truly could not have been luckier. Just to be in her presence alone, to have been granted the chance to lay eyes on her. To touch and smell, and feel her even. Cautiously, of course, with his fingers covered decently by gloves, he would not want to get ahead of himself. To marvel at her unique beauty, her liveliness and elegance, the form of her long, slender body, her arms so carelessly stretched out in what seemed to be a sheer act of rebellion, her face so full and white. Such angelic grace, such godlike … Well, now that might be going a tiny bit too far.

Besides, if one had listened to his thoughts right now, they might mistake them for the adoration of a lover, when that was only part of the truth. No, way more than a lover, Henry felt like a mother. He had born her. Had been offered her seeds, harboured her in the safety of his womb, nourished her and now he could finally see her bloom.

Henry took a step back and smiled so broadly it almost hurt. A robin in the trees above his head, clearly unimpressed by his motherly feelings, decided to reinforce its ignorance by taking an extensive shit. Right on top of his beautiful creation.

“Oy!” he shouted up to the bird, wagging his fist. “Who do you think you are?” And when he walked over to his child again to check for any damages on her fragile head, he added: “This is an envoy from a distant realm, you hear me? I was a stranger and you invited me in. She's not so different to … Nah, I shouldn't say that, now, should I?”

It was true though. Not the Christ part, some might consider those ideas the roots of blasphemy, but Henry did not understand enough about church doctrines to judge that, nor did he care to know. But she was a stranger here, a traveller one could say, even when she had not travelled on her own feet.

Henry had just wanted to return from a visit to his brother, when he had run into his sweetheart's travelling companion, purely by chance, or by accident really, that hit the nail better on the head, but not quite perfectly. Blasius de Petragna had been standing in the middle of Kolin's main market square. With his hands on a horse's arse.

“He,” Henry had greeted him, looking down with slight amusement from Pebbles's back. “Good to see that you've finally got off your high horse.”

Blasius had rolled his glinting amber eyes at him. “It limps.”

“Looks more like it refuses.”

“Well, it had limped for a little while. But then it decided to capitulate for good.”

“Ah, I see. You backed the wrong horse then.”

Blasius's eyes had become a little narrower still, and his voice had been heavy with growing annoyance. “Your taunt is really not of any help here, Henry. I need to get this beast to move.”

“But why though? The Jewish quarter is practically,” he had turned around, so he could make a well-founded assessment, “a few dozen steps away.”

“What, and you think I just walk by myself and leave it here? In the middle of the market?”

“Yes, sure.”

“On a market day? For someone to fine me for parking violation?”

“So rather than paying a fee, you'd continue to beat a dead horse?”

“It's not dead y–” Blasius had stopped in the middle of the word, as he had noticed Henry's expression. “Ah, of course.” His face was as blank as the back of a monk's head. “Another one of your idiomata.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Then show me how sorry you truly are by helping me, good gracious!”

It had not taken long for Henry to accomplish what all of Blasius's pushing and cursing hadn't managed in almost half an hour, and all it had taken was an apple. As soon as he had held it in front of the horse's mouth, it had forgotten all about its pain and protest, and had followed him willingly, right through the gate of the Jewish quarter. Here, Henry had handed the apple over to the scholar, who clearly understood more about mapping and reading the stars than about animals. The rest he had to manage on his own, Henry had said. He had, after all, already paid his farewells to Sam rather extensively and fervently. Returning now was a little embarrassing, wasn't it? Almost as embarrassing as saying goodbye and then walking off into the same direction. Though that was a whole different disaster entirely.

Blasius had accepted his reasoning, and had assured that now that he knew the rather simple secret to a horse's heart, he would be able to guide it the last few steps. However, only because the secret was simple, it did not mean that it hadn't come of great use. So, he had concluded, a gift for Henry's effort was due. And then he had opened his saddle bag, and had pulled out a smaller leather bag from it, and then an even smaller satchel from that still. “In here, my friend, you will find a little seedling. A giant hogweed, that's what the shepherds of the montium Caucasi called it when they showed it to me. It's a beautiful plant once it's grown, but I did not take it with me for it's looks alone. It's a weapon, you see. A single touch of its blossom, leaves or its fluids works like a burning lens. Once the affected area of skin is exposed to direct sunlight, it will develop severe burns, even hours or days later. As if the devil himself had made an imprint on your body. I wanted to share it with Samuel, but since I know that you have your way with plants and alchemy as well, you might have just as much use for it.” Blasius had reached him the satchel, pulling it back slightly, just before Henry could take it. “Remember, friend, to be cautious. It is highly poisonous.”

“Ah.” Henry had taken the bag and regarded Blasius de Petragna with a way too satisfied grin. “Don't look a gift horse into the mouth, eh?”

That meeting in Kolín lay a few weeks back now. He had brought the seedling back home with greatest care and had planted it in the little herb garden he had built for himself. West of the city, right up the hill, close to where the gallows stood. Henry had claimed this spot about a year ago, as it provided everything he needed. Both the shadow of the trees and the warmth of the sun, since the area he had chosen was situated right on the edge of the forest. Solitude and seclusion, since all the talk about bad luck and damnation held most of the town's folk away. And a fertile ground, since … well, since apparently that was what even the most despicable criminal was good for, at least after his death.

Here, in the safety of the iron-enforced fence he had built around his garden, Henry had put the seedling into the ground. Just in front of the outer row of trees, next to the sage and rosemary. He was not entirely sure whether that direct sunlight was what the hogweed needed, but he thought that if its effects were amplified by the sun, it might just as well flourish in it. Besides, the position would serve as a natural defence against any vile plant thieves. Should they try to take it, they would be standing right in the sun when they did so, and that would cost them greatly.

Henry, of course, took all the precautions needed. And now, that the plant, his beauty, his child, had finally grown big enough to develop her first white, slightly unpleasantly pungent smelling blossoms, he grabbed his thick, old leather gloves and cut off some leaves and a part of the flower with a sigh and a heavy heart. From the parts that had been hit by the bird shit, he kept away as far as he could. He could not tolerate any impurity. Not when he wanted to find out how poisonous this hogweed truly could become, when dissected, crushed, burned and drowned on his alchemy table.

Whatever poison came about under Henry's examination was never put to the test. A war happened, and then another one, and then the poison was all forgotten. On a strange and winding path, one single phial of the apparent poison made it to the Wartburg in the city of Eisenach, where a mysterious knight going by the name of Junker Jörg was working on a book he later published as the September Bible. What Jörg used the phial's content for, was to remain his secret. A serving wench later claimed she had once seen him pour it into his inkwell, before unabashedly adding his own bodily waters to it. A cook working at the castle at the very same time was certain Jörg must have just drunken it all, and then he had dreamed, oh how strangely Jörg had dreamed, and in his nightmarish fevers had thrown the inkwell at the wall, piss or not.

The giant hogweed at the edge of the forest right next to the Rattay gallows, where the ground was fertile from ash and rotting flesh, remained a secret as well, for many, many years. Around four centuries, that was. Only then, in the time of exuberance and delusions of grandeur, did a travelling Frenchman, who did not care about damnation or the bad luck of the place – of course not, he was French after all – stumble across the beautiful, tall, elegant, white-headed child of a cartographer from Ragusa and a blacksmith from Skalitz. He took it home with him and planted it in his garden. Finding much joy in its impressive appearance, but swearing never to return to the Kingdom of Bohemia again, as the sun just burned differently there, judging by the vicious wounds on his skin. Just as much delight in the new addition to his pleasure garden did the Frenchman's friends take. And then their friends after that.

Just a few more years later, the hellish flower had spread over most of Europe, with the consequences still unknown to its admirers. Like a proper weapon, one might say. Or, as another man would call it, like a Trojan horse.

#kingdom come deliverance #kcd #henry of skalitz #blasius de petragna #that's it that's really all the characters in this little drabble #and that one unnamed frenchman and junker jörg but pff those are just unimportant side characters in our world's fate am i right?#for such a tiny piece of not even 2000 words this thing is filled with far too many inside jokes of history and stuff #my writing #when you need a break from flat cleaning and battle sorrows and talk to a friend about plants and suddenly this happens #might put up on ao3 too at some point later but noww off to beddd

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lynn-w3st · 1 month ago

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Clone Wars: One Shot

Alternative Universe

Note: I’m deeply sorry if this is cringe as my sister allowed me to post my first Star Wars story here. She doesn’t mind at all as she’s going to rarely use this app due to work.

P.S: Obi Wan is reference as a female here so I’m so sorry. Fox’s part might be a bit off. I’m still improving my writing and story skills.

Your name is (Y,N) (L,N) and you are the chief of the Senate Guard for the Republic. Your analytical and diplomatic skills have earned you this rank as you are a firm young woman who stands in business and makes sure that democracy is protected no matter what.

You work to ensure that safety and security is maintained in the Senate however you are view more as a glorified administration by others rather than a chief. Your boss Jesra Loture was one of the captains for the Senate Guard and she saw potential in you for this high position.

You were very honor of this high position. Growing up you wanted to make a difference in the galaxy and help others who need support. Yeah you may not be something special but a few civilians and Senators appreciate your work and support. Hell even some well known Jedis deeply value you and have respect for you.

“Chief (L,N) you must understand that this problem has not improved in the slightest. I recommend that immediate action should be initiated immediately." Tarkin demanded as you stared at him with an unimpressed expression.

"With all due respect Admiral Tarkin, but our hands are currently full at the moment. We have some more pressing matters to deal with rather than focusing on your own personal issues in regard of your top fancy speeder." You said as you look over the pile of reports and papers.

Tarkin angrily slammed his hands on your desk as you only continued working and not flinch an inch. The old you would've flinch and dread but thats not you now as Tarkin only did it to get a reaction out from you. " Admiral Tarkin unless you don't have any important things to discuss I suggest that you allow me to finish these reports that are needed immediately."

Tarkin huffed in annoyance and anger before storming out of your office as your dear Jedi friends Suki and her twin both watch in confusion. "Looks like someone is in their time of the month." She said as you chuckled.

"Apparently someone painted his fancy baby speeder. Commander Fox is currently overseeing the surveillance footage." You said as Suki chuckled and cross her arms over her chest. "Of course he would, what a diva." She said as you let out a snarky laugh.

You staple the documents together and place them in a folder and set them aside to take for your captain. It was a semi busy day with going to attend meetings and discussing plans.

“What brings you guys here?” You said as Suki smiled at you. You met Suki while chasing an assassin who was sent to kill the Senator of Corellia for personal reasons. And you met her twin sister on that same day in the med ward.

"Senator Amidala has requested us to her office. Sometime about having some ladies time. Kenobi is going to be there, we both drag her against her will." Suki’s twin said proudly.

You could use a break from all the paperwork and long hours of dealing with rude Senators. "You know I could really use the break." You said before shutting off your computer and stood up. "Let's go before Tarkin comes back again."

The three of you walk out of your office but before you left you handed your boss some documents who thank you and left to go do something. You rarely see your captain as she usually busy with paperwork, reports and aiding Senators to their diplomatic missions or meetings other officials.

Along the way to the Senator's office you and the Wyn twins ran into Obi Wan who was chatting with Senator Organa about something before excusing herself and join the both of you. “You don’t look satisfied in going.” You said as Obi Wan rolled her eyes playfully. “Well my dear it seems some people here blackmail into it.” She said as playfully glare at the twins who were grinning cheekily at the ginger hair Jedis

The four of you continue walking to your guys destination as didn't take a long time to arrive to Senator Amidala's office as she greeted you guys with a warm smile and ushered you in.

"Thank you ladies for joining today, I must say it can be very lonely at times and hard." She said as Padmé knew it was childish to have a tea time but with the war waging and trying to make effort in peaceful negotiations is hard.

"Senator Amidala thank you for the invitation.” You said sincerely as she led you deeper inside her office. The sun was shining through the window of the office and had a nice view.

“Hope we aren't intruding your time." Suki said as Padmé smiled. "Call me Padmé, and you are not as after all we ladies have to take time for ourselves from time to time." Padmé said.

You, the twins and Obi Wan all join Padmé in her office living room where her two lovely handmaidens Sabé and Dormé just finish up everything. You don’t remember the last time you had a pleasant day without stress.

There were various of pastries and desserts in the table along with some optional teas such as Corisian tea and lavender tea. "Now ladies let us enjoy and relax." Padmé said with a smirk as you all took a seat began to pour some tea.

You sigh in relief as you drank some warm tea.Sometimes you wish the war could end soon but it seems peace is not an option.

Fox finish making a report regarding Admiral Tarkin's speeder incident. After wrapping things up he headed towards your office but it seems when he arrived he notice you weren't there.

So he turn back around continue to search for you. It's been months since you became chief and Fox would never admit but he enjoys your company as you were very respectful and kind to him and his vode. At first he was hesitant to work along side you but slowly got to know you.

You treated them like humans and took the time to listen to their opinions and feelings.

Fox admires you for standing your ground especially when one of the newest shinies was being treated badly by one of the Senators.

He soon stumble upon both Cody and Woffle which was rare as they both normally stay with their battalions. "Fox'ika good to see you." Cody said as he greeted his stress out ori’vod.

Woffle said as Fox rolled his eyes and smiled. "Currently looking for the chief as I have a report for her." He said as Cody spoke.

" Well I'm looking for General Kenobi but it seems I can't find her. I'd hope you might have seen her." Cody said as Fox shook his head.

"It seems you aren't the only one Kote. I'm looking for General Wyn as we are soon to depart to the outer rims for recon." Woffle said.

It seems the three commanders are looking for their respective leaders. The sound of someone clearing their throat caught their attention. The three clone commanders turn around to find Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan standing there.

"Commanders I believe I may know what you are looking for. Please follow me." Bail said as he led them towards Senator Amidala's office.

Upon arrival they were met with a weird sight. Cody and Woffle's Jedis were having tea with the Senator of Naboo, her handmaidens and of course you the chief and surprisingly General Wyn’s twin vod was also there with them.

Cody watch in confusion but that quickly wash away as his expression softened as saw his general smile as she spoke to the Senator of Naboo and her handmaidens over tea.

Woffle watch as his Jedi poke fun of Kenobi while stirring her tea while one of the Senator's handmaiden showed her something in which she rolled her eyes when she saw what on it. His lips twitch upwards from under his helmet.

Fox watch as you, his lovely chief happily spoke to General Wyn while looking at the holo pad. He has never seen you be so relax and carefree especially when it comes to dealing with rude and snobby politicians or in this case Tarkin.

General Wyn’s twin sister was smiled as she had an arm hook around her twin sister’s arm while speaking to General Kenobi with a smile.

"It seems these lovely ladies decided to have some time to themselves. Especially with the war having no room to truly enjoy peace.”Senator Organa said as he chuckled lightly.

You waved at Fox and gave him a small smile before going back to the conversation with Kenobi. The three commanders watch and decided to let them be for a while before departing. So they stood guard outside.

After a few minutes passed the four women excuse themselves and bid their farewells to the Senator. "It seems you enjoy yourself." Fox said as you chuckled and grab the documents.

"Well I really needed that peace time especially with the Admiral's issue of his fancy speeder." You said as Fox scoff at the mention of Tarkin.

The sun was beginning to set over the city as Fox smiled softly which was rare but he'll never show it to anyone. It's reserved just for you and no one else as you deeply mean a lot to him.

I hope you guys enjoy this story and if you guys have questions please leave comment below. I'll be more than happy to answer them or if I don't get to them my sister can always inform me.

#reader insert #star wars #the clone wars #alternate universe #clone wars oc #female ocs #commander fox x reader #star wars fanfiction #clone wars fanfiction #clone wars x reader

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hermiola · 8 months ago

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My GO Fanfic Masterlist

On This Bumpy Road To Love (M, 140K, 14/14)

+ Deleted & Extended Scenes

Human AU | Actors AU | Strangers to Crushes to Friends to (Hopefully) Lovers

When rising star AJ Crowley finds himself in a little spot of trouble on the set of his new action movie, he is lucky enough to bump into a literal angel who infuses him with some much needed courage in a rather unconventional way. One fabulous kiss, a fall from grace, many phone calls and approximately twenty years of friendship later, Crowley and Aziraphale are about to embark on their first ever project together, which allows them to get closer than ever. Will they be brave enough to cross the invisible boundary still standing between them? Or will they let the fear of losing each other get in their way? Idiocy predictably abounds, but luckily so does the love.

Growing on Me (M, 120K, 15/15)

Human AU | Rockstar Crowley | Writer Aziraphale

Anthony J. Crowley isn’t up to much these days. In fact, you could almost say his days as a rockstar are pretty much behind him. Rotting in bed all day, with half-written songs plaguing him and no lyrics to speak of, everything points to his career being over for good. That is until Maggie, his manager, claims to have found him the perfect lyricist to get him out of his slump. And what better way to get the creative juices flowing than spending a whole month together in a secluded cottage on the Isle of Skye? That is, provided Crowley’s attempts at making the man run for the hills aren’t successful…

Take a Little Love From Me (M/E, 80K, 12/12)

Human AU (Pretty Woman) | Bickerflirting | Happy Ending

“How would I go about persuading you?” The stranger tilted his head to the side, considering. “For starters, you’ll have to pay me.” Aziraphale scoffed. “You can hardly charge me for directions.” “I can do whatever I want, angel. I’m not the one who got lost, now, am I?” * After fleeing a disastrous work event masked as his 50th birthday party and getting lost in a car he can’t seem to drive, Aziraphale Eastgate, CEO of Eastgate’s Booksellers Ltd., meets the mysterious Anthony, who offers to help… and not just with directions. Things escalate as they are wont to do.

Crazy Little Thing (Called Love) (T, 9K, 1/1)

Silly Misunderstandings | First Kisses & Love Confessions

Aziraphale can’t actually be suggesting what Crowley infers he’s implying… Satan bless it, he can’t even bring himself to think the thought without discorporating on the spot. “On a what?” he chokes out, because there can be no room for error here. Aziraphale glances away, then opens and closes his mouth multiple times before whispering: “On a date.” “Which date?” he asks dumbly, hands desperately itching for his sunglasses. He’d break eye-contact and look for them if he didn’t suspect he was hallucinating the whole thing. “Like… like a specific day?” Aziraphale’s expression, a heady mix of hopeful and anxious, melts once again into haughty annoyance. “Goodness gracious, no. I meant on a date. Like… like, you know, romantically,” he clarifies, fidgeting. “With another person.” Whatever excitement Crowley was starting to feel dies a very sudden, very depressing death... * (Or: Aziraphale tries to ask Crowley on a date, but they misunderstand each other. So Crowley agrees to help Aziraphale pick up someone in a bar while secretly trying to sabotage him; little does he know that the angel is also trying to sabotage the whole thing. Shenanigans ensue. And kisses too.)

Let There Be Rock (T, 6K, 1/1)

First Meeting after 1967 | Bittersweet Ending | Misuse of AC/DC songs

Aziraphale doesn’t know what to expect, and to be quite honest with himself, he doesn’t even care, curiosity having already been replaced by sheer annoyance. The excited shrieks have turned into something awfully resembling howls and the last thing he wants to do with his afternoon is stare at a wretched rock band signing records for dreamy-eyed admirers. Music is now playing in the background and Aziraphale, who has spent millennia reporting to Gabriel and has become quite adept at blocking out irritating noises, wouldn’t even notice it if the lyrics didn’t catch his attention straight away. Well I met her in the garden, underneath that old apple tree... * Or: The year is 1979 and The Small Backroom is hosting a record signing event for a band called Let There Be Rock. Aziraphale has opinionsTM about it, especially when he reads some of their preposterous lyrics about angels and demons. First of all, angels cannot, under any circumstances, be tempted. Secondly, he has no idea who this mysterious Angel is even supposed to be... nothing to do with him, of course.

Final Breakthrough (Now!) (T, 10K, 1/1)

Post-Season 2 Fix It | Angst with a Happy Ending

“Aw, what happened? Bad day at the office?” He’s both very proud and very ashamed of the whiny voice that comes out of his mouth. “Did you suddenly realise your esteemed coworkers are a bunch of tossers?” Aziraphale keeps looking at him in a way that makes him feel exposed even behind his sunglasses, and he doesn’t waver. He just… stares. No, glares. And he doesn’t move either, doesn’t even breathe properly. The angel slowly wets his lips like he’s tasting a subpar chocolate mousse, tilts up his chin and says: “No,” like he’s stabbing the air with it. Crowley laughs, a short, ugly thing that quickly turns sour in the back of his throat. “Of course you didn’t.” --- Or: 5 times Aziraphale and Crowley don't talk + 1 time they finally do.

When Hell Freezes Over (T, 22K, 3/3)

Human AU | Illusionist Crowley | Critic Aziraphale | Ace Crowley | Pan Aziraphale

“Not afraid at all” the angel finally says. “I mean, maybe slightly afraid. You see, my editor-in-chief doesn’t know I’m here.” “He doesn’t?” “I was supposed to review the new production of Hamlet…” “The one with Ian McKellen?” “Yes, exactly, but Eve – Miss Gardner, that is – she’s been working so hard and she would love nothing more than to be taken seriously, and she thought Gabriel gave her this assignment for all the wrong reasons, you see – and, between us, knowing Gabriel, I’m quite sure she was right – and, and I realized she needed my assignment way more than I did. So, if you really must know, I just… gave it away.” “You what?!” “I gave it away!” the angel repeats, slightly distressed. “Let me get this straight: you traded the chance to review one of the most anticipated shows of the year to interview… little old me?” - (Or: Crowley is a magician with a new Inferno-inspired show opening in London, Aziraphale the angelic-looking journalist who's supposed to interview him. Crowley immediately tries his best to ruffle his feathers. Much to his surprise, though, Aziraphale isn't as pearl-clutchy as he looks. Things go as you'd expect.)

#thought i'd make a masterpost to pin!#good omens #my fanfic

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funky-little-autistic-goose · 2 months ago

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Sitting here in my silly little bed, needing to pee but my dogs are gonna go crazy cause it's like 5am right now- so I cracked out a lycheeprincess fic to ignore it for a while- @roseofdarkness0

Lychee Dragon Cookie stood some ways away from the crowd, their expression bitter and cold. The ballroom was packed with Hollyberrian citizens drinking, dancing, chatting, or whatever they really pleased…and by the Witches, did it piss off Lychee. However…there was no way they could miss this party either. Typically, Lychee Dragon avoided these celebrations like the plague…but it was Princess Cookie’s birthday…and they just couldn't resist her pleading eyes, begging them to come. Lychee Dragon Cookie agreed beneath the guise of annoyance, but truly, they were excited for Princess Cookie as well.

Yet here they were, amidst a crowd of lowly strangers…and lost Princess Cookie and Ackee Dragon Cookie about an hour ago in said crowd. Lychee softly growled under their breath and began to wander just to stave off some of their boredom. The crowd naturally gave way, all rightfully cautious of the Violet Dragon…For just a second, Lychee felt a brief sting in their chest, but quickly buried that feeling under their irritation and pride…

Lychee Dragon Cookie grunted as they bumped into a wall…or rather a Cookie. They looked up, meeting the cold gaze of Wildberry Cookie. If there was a second contender to their rivalry with Knight…it would be Wildberry. Lychee Dragon Cookie brushed off their dress (a gift from Princess herself) before glaring right back at the guard.

“...What have you been doing?”

“Nothing! Geez!” Lychee huffed and crossed their arms.

“...Do not think you are welcome here. The only reason why you walk here unchained is because of her highness.” Wildberry Cookie coldly explained. His posture was stiff and steady, as if ready to strike should the moment arise.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Speaking of her…”, Lychee grumbled, realizing what they were about to ask, “...can..you tell me where she is?”

“...the balcony.”

“Yeah, okay, thanks.” Lychee Dragon Cookie pushed themself away, wincing as if the brief gratitude they gave burned their tongue. It didn't take them all too long to find the balcony considering the castle was no more complicated and winding than their own cave…which just thinking about it made them a bit sick. They never understood why Princess was so adamant on not staying there with them…They could provide everything she could ever need with servants at her feet…but then again, Princess Cookie never stayed still, always wanting to explore and meet new people…and despite how it sickened Lychee, just the mere idea of befriending these cookies better fit for worship…they admittedly couldn't help but admire Princess Cookie's ability to connect so easily. Dare they say, it was nearly as effective as their charms…

Lychee Dragon Cookie finally arrived on the lone balcony, occupied by only two others. Lychee felt the gentle warm breezes of the summer night, glancing to the rest of the Hollyberry Kingdom for just a moment before turning their attention purely to their wife and child.

“Hm…This is where you two have been this whole time?” Lychee Dragon asked, hugging Princess Cookie from the side and nuzzling her cheek.

“Yes, sorry about that…First grandma wanted to see Ackee, which I let her for a bit…” Princess took a pause, her gaze awkward and uncomfortable…before lightly bouncing the sleeping Dragon in her arms, “But then Ackee wanted to come out here to see the stars. I think Knight Cookie got Ackee fascinated with astrology…”

“Ugh…of course he did.” Lychee had to fight back a gag at the mention of Knight Cookie…but it did warm their heart knowing Ackee Dragon Cookie was growing into their life and finding such interests. They rested a hand on the slumbering child, gently playing with their floppy ears, “Let me take a guess, passed out from stuffing their face full?”

“Bullseye.” Princess Cookie softly chuckled, though she was visibly tired. Lychee Dragon frowned, and without bothering to ask, they scooped Ackee into their arms.

“C’mon, you’ve had a long night.” Lychee left no room for arguments as they dragged Princess into their bedroom (or really Princess Cookie’s room shared with Lychee for just tonight) and kept Ackee nested against their chest. The small family all nestled into bed, kisses being exchanged liberally as the lovers fell asleep in the cushy sheets…though it was not nearly as comfortable as sleeping in Fluffles floof.

Princess was the first to crumple to her exhaustion, which left Lychee Dragon Cookie alone with their thoughts as they slowly slipped into sleep. They glanced to Ackee Dragon, snoring softly between themself and their mama…and thoughts of a telescope came to mind. Perhaps for their birthday, though that would be months away…but…Lychee was left with one last thought before falling asleep…

…How would Lychee explain this to Longan?

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run ovenbreak #crob #lycheeprincess #lychee dragon cookie #princess cookie #ackee dragon cookie #wildberry cookie #lychee deals with isolation #which is super weird because they normally don't give a damn #however princess is rubbing off on them #and it's making them give a damn

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spectrechosts · 9 months ago

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April Fools - Chapters 1-3

In April I did a story a day challenge based on this list of prompts. There are, obviously, thirty of these, so I'll be reposting them in batches. No single chapter is super long, so it works out.

Here are the first three chapters of the exploits of a fool, a knight, and a queen.

Full Series

DAY 1: HOLDING COURT

The Fool jingles miserably to her place in the Queen's court.

She is not a jester. A clown, perhaps, derisively. She is a fool, for answering the Queen's summons some years ago instead of running away, for not having run away since.

She doesn't even know when she first met the Queen, sneaking about in commoner's guise. But the Queen knows, and remembers, and it left enough of an impression that when she was shunted onto the throne by a series of misfortunes she decided to pluck her out of her life and into the royal court.

The Queen, with her musical laugh and her radiant smile, finds the juxtaposition of a miserable jester hilarious. It matters to her not that the Fool can't juggle and won't do cartwheels, as long as she wears the stupid outfit with the garish colors and the annoying bells and the dour expression that completes the grand joke that is her life.

The Fool, in an effort to make something of her time, or at least perhaps become so abhorrently irritating that even the Queen cannot laugh at her, takes up the lute.

She cannot read music, lacks the faintest sense of rhythm, and plays incredibly loudly while the days petitioners seek audience.

Needless to say, the Queen loves it.

Her sworn protector, trained from birth to be the Queen's blade, inches ever so slowly closer to the Fool over the course of her performance, the faintest twitch of annoyance visible on her face to the trained eye.

"If you insist upon pursuing music while Her Majesty speaks, I will see you tortured upon the rack." She hisses, under her breath.

The Fool strums a discordant note with such force that one of her lute strings snaps, a loud twang echoing throughout the hall.

"You see me tortured now, fair knight." She says, smiling. "For my lowly body to grace Her Majesty's rack would be a marked improvme-"

The Knight takes her lute and snaps it in her hands, thwacking her atop the head with one of the fragments; causing such a fit of laughter from the Queen that she's forced to excuse herself for several minutes to regain her composure.

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DAY 2: SPRING FLOWERS

In the spring warmth, the castle gardens bloom, much to the Queen's delight.

And dutifully beside her as she admires the flowers is, of course, her personal guard. The two slowly make their way along the winding paths, the Knight ever a half-step behind her enthralled charge.

The Fool also enjoys the garden, in that she has stolen some nearly-ripe fruit and scampered up a nearby column to enjoy it in peace. Just because she doesn't perform feats of acrobatics for the Queen doesn't mean that she can't.

So she sits in her private perch, and eats her fruit, and watches something rather curious happen.

Stopped in front of a particularly bountiful specimen, the Knight gingerly plucks the most beautiful bloom from its stem and proffers it to the Queen without looking at her. She accepts it, also without looking, and the two's hands linger together for just a moment longer than the transfer ought require before she neatly weaves the flower into her braided hair.

The Fool watches, rapt, and pops another morsel into her mouth.

The rest of their stroll is completely uneventful, the two acting as if nothing at all happened as they exit the gardens towards the Queen's chambers. The Fool acts fast, nimbly darting from perch to perch, jingling like a fucking idiot, until she rests above the door the two had just passed through. Unless the two are truly fearless in their affection, any moment now-

The Knight reemerges, and exhales in annoyance as an orange peel is promptly dropped on her head.

"The fruits of the royal garden are not yours to partake of, imbecile. Get down here."

A wide smile crosses the Fool's face. Sometimes it truly is too easy.

"You'd know all about partaking of Her Majesty's forbidden fruit, aye?"

"I don't know what you mean." The Knight all but snarls at her. "Get down here, and if you imply such a thing again, I'll have your tongue."

"I'm sure mine's not the only tongue you've your eye on." The Fool says, getting to work on the peel of a second orange and showering the Knight with the scraps, safely out of her reach.

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DAY 3: FESTIVAL DAY

With the spring thaw comes the Festival of Blossoms, a joyous event that sees the streets covered with petals and children dancing around maypoles and the Fool sat beside the Queen when she should be making a killing picking pockets.

The Knight stands alongside them, her steely glare making sure that none of the revelers get too close to the decorated platform from which the Queen looks down upon them all.

A circus troupe passes them by, and the Knight subtly leans toward her charge.

"Isn't that something, Highness?" She says, watching them dance and flip and juggle. "Truly, an astounding display. Perhaps you would like to hire them to fill your palace with laughter?"

"Aww, but then what of my jester?" The Queen says, pouting ever so slightly. "The grandest circus in the kingdom could never bring me as much joy as she does."

"Aye, for as much as they try to hone their craft, none could ever be half the fool I am." The Fool says flatly, waiting a beat before flicking one of her hat's many bells for emphasis.

"For once, we are in agreement." The Knight deadpans, shifting back into her protective stance as the Queen snorts and giggles. "I'd love to see you demonstrate your superior foolishness with a trick. Sword swallowing, maybe? I could even help."

"Really, fair knight, right in front of Her Majesty?" Asks the Fool, mockingly scandalized. "You'll hurt her feelings."

The Knight grumbles.

"Heard it the moment the words left my damn mouth." She sighs under her breath.

"Oh, that would be ever so fun!" The Queen hums with a smile on her face, and the two of them exchange a confused glance over her head as she waves to her subjects, before shaking their heads and dismissing the thought.

#April Fools Challenge 2024 #Spectre Writes #Princess #Knight #Jester #Princess x Jester x Knight

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Take me home - Wolftar, Dystopian AU - 1015 words - Angst

Decades and decades ahead of this time, the world is not the same anymore; the streets have more garbage than pedestrians, more automobiles than parking lots and are brighter at night rather than during daytime.

The only things that are still the same are the people; there are still the riches and the declassed, there are still the revolutions and the injustices and there are still the anger and the love.

Remus Lupin was one of those revolutionaries, the ones who made freedom their motto and repeated it so many times that the movement’s veterans didn’t really know what it meant. They went out into the night alleys making uproar, breaking showcases and singing anarchy anthems, as if calling the darkness to follow them in their journey against the system — something that nobody dared to try explain or understand, or even find out the controlling source which dictated the rules the soldiers fulfilled and inflicted with so much pride.

Therefore, it was quite surprising when Remus, so faithful to the revolutionary principles, showed up at all plasma screens tuned in channel 3, up in the mezzanine of an event led by the country's fortunate elite, right next to the most famous singer of the New World which, by any chance, is The Governor's son.

He was the quiet one amongst the big shots, anyway, and it wouldn’t be impossible, despite outrageous, for him to be a traitor, mainly after not showing up so often in the meetings and having a light-headed behavior in those last times, keeping himself silent in the decision-making and don’t even noticing when the reunions came to an end, keeping up sat in the empty room, gazing the air with dilated pupils and a heavy heart. The suspicion ended, though, when the team started getting inside information from an unknown anonymous under the acronym R.L., while Remus disappeared completely from the rebels' day-to-day life.

He didn’t disappear, though, from the media camera sights, being even more present in the most miscellaneous events, camouflaging himself in the crowd of wealthy and faking formidably their content and fulsome expressions, always with Sirius, the pearl of the acclaimed Orion Black — The Governor Of The New World —, an admired and obedient son.

– You’re feigning again – Sirius said through clenched teeth, while smiling at someone in the crowd, lifting his glass lightly as a greeting.

Remus flexed his shoulder uncomfortably:

– It’s not like you’re that much truthful all the time, dear – he swallows a little gulp from the glass in his hand, disliking the drink a bit but without any mood to search for another.

– You know this is not what I’m talking about, – the prince turn to the golden (and not so bright like once) eyes of his lover – you’re feigning when you’re with me the same way you feign when you’re with them – he points to the gathering around them tilting his head discreetly.

Remus dodges his gaze, sipping the fancy drink again, as if the disgusting taste would distract him from the chat, as if drinking from the bitter goblet was a fair punishment for not being enough for what the situation required, maybe. Sirius’ voice resonates again, like a sweet lullaby, soft and smooth, like it have always sounded to the ears of the rebel:

– I miss you.

– You wouldn’t miss so much if you were at home more than once a month. – rebates quickly, his words snapping in Sirius’ mind painfully – You wouldn’t miss me so much if you didn’t make me miss you, if you didn’t leave me alone in that white and numb place you dare to call home.

– I don’t have another choice, Remus, I need to do this so I won’t rely on my father anymore, so he will choose my brother rather than me to be the next Governor. Success makes me further from the authority position and you know that.

The bitter taste of the drink now was mixing up with the bitterness of annoyance, going down like bile in the back of Lupin's throat.

– And when I say that I miss you I’m talking about the Remus I met that night, the one that never took me seriously and was always ready to talk nonsense with a grin in his face and eyes brighter than the moon.

Sirius held the boy gently by the jaw, directing the gaze to himself. The place burned with a mixture between rebuff and desire.

– You show me off everywhere you go, but I still feel like your dirty little secret. Just ‘cause your conscience is clean from the need of hiding me, it doesn’t mean I don’t feel hidden. – Remus stares at the silver and sad eyes of his lover, taking the hand off his face – You brought me into your misery and expected I wouldn’t become miserable too.

An unpleasant silence made its presence between them, just before a slow song started playing in the huge tapering loudspeakers high at the top of the hall, inviting the couples to the dance floor. Sirius takes Remus hand in his own, pulling him lightly to the middle of the crowd, smiling a grin that didn’t meet his eyes.

– Come on, let’s dance, you’ll feel better.

The rebel could untangle himself, get out of there with heavy steps, leave his pair standing in the middle of the party. He could if he really wanted to.

But even with the fake smile and the eyes full of sorrow contrasting with the outstanding red garment and the dark curls framing his angular face, Sirius was still a set of singularities very pleasing to the eyes, was still the same man that made a libertarian try to fit-in an authoritarian system, even though this very same man never once asked him to. He was still too much for Remus to resist.

So he gave in, the same way he’s been doing since the night the New World’s pearl, too drunk to be coherent, whispered in his ear after a kiss shared in the back of a noisy bar:

– Take me home.

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eucharist-eulogy · 3 months ago

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All’s Fair in Love and War

Because SOMEONEE jumped me… unacceptable, i must jump back. im GONNA GET YOU, NAVI /lh. i rattle you!!!!!!!!!!!! unlike some of my other friends you are a plane ticket away. almost physical rattle distance even. This is way too late but SHUSHHH let me have my moment!!

Featuring: Tribe Nine au of Shiloh Monroe and Adalyn Adlere (@navxry)

It was not an uncommon occurrence for the investigator to work herself to sleep. The bed in her small house was almost dusty from disuse. Her true bed was the sofa, next to the coffee table with all her case notes. Ever since Zero took over Neo Tokyo, it wasn’t easy to earn a simple living, not with those 24 Tribe goons wandering about. She was, however, lucky to have the support of a group that called themselves the “Trash Tribe”. Though, she didn’t get to see them often. She wanted to live a rather simple life, at least, at first. It seemed that fate frowned on her, throwing that…actor at her, time and time again.

Her body was rudely awakened by the faintest gust of a misty night wind, the foreign smell of stew suddenly greeting her nostrils. She was still drowsy, eyes barely able to open, but opened enough to see someone with brown hair cooking in the kitchen, and the window wide open, if smashed to near smithereens counted as open. If she could groan, she would.

“Did you break in? Again?” Adalyn’s voice was still raspy, her body feeling heavier than the ocean.

The sound of chopping stopped, as Shiloh turned to smile at the other. “Ahh, you’re awake. Surprisingly early, might I add.”

Adalyn scoffed. That smile definitely meant he was up to something. But then again, he was always smiling… Which was not any more reassuring. Adalyn tried to lift herself up, but found her body weighing her down, as if she completely lost control of her muscles.

“Did you—?”

“Yes, I did.” Shiloh resumed cutting… whatever was on the chopping board, his slim figure was still sufficient to cover the food from her sight.

“Again?!” It was an expression of annoyance rather than surprise. He never changed, but… neither did she.

“Haha, so?” That chuckle was almost proud, earning a scoff from the red-haired investigator.

“Bastard.”

“Maybe get some proper rest and maybe, just maybe, you don’t need to get drugged every week you have a deadline.” Shiloh was done chopping, sliding what seemed to be vegetables into the stew. “You know, it’s so troublesome to have to keep upping your dosage when you wake up too early.”

“…And how long do you think this paralysis medication will last?”

“With the current dose? Maybe an hour or two. If it were up to me? Forever.” With his words, he did a cheeky twirl of the chopper in his hand. It almost felt like a threat. “Buuut, it wouldn’t be as fun, now would it? Go on, get your Zs. Don’t make me give you a second dose.”

Adalyn seemed surprised, but decided to… heed his advice. Closing her eyes. It was not easy when she remembered the man cooking, with a cleaver mere feet away was a criminal, but… they knew each other a bit too well. If he wanted to kill her, she wouldn’t have the chance to open her eyes, or admire that stew… She never knew he was a decent cook. One more question to the many mysteries of Shiloh Monroe…

However, she knew that if she wanted to, she could expose his laundry list of new crimes, ever since they both came here. Not that it was an easy life worth toying around with, but to the law, a crime is a crime. It felt illogical, keeping so many secrets of his from the eyes of others. It felt indulgent, even. They held secrets of the other deep in their hearts, where no other could see.

Her mind wandered. Even now, after all this time, Shiloh felt like a puzzle she had yet to solve. In their greener days, they had an intense rivalry, yet, rivalries were wars, not tangos.

To describe their back-and-forth as a dance was the most accurate description she could plaster on it.

Yet now, when they were both out of water, one would expect them to tear each other apart. Yet, they did quite the opposite. They still took and took from each other, like hungry wolves from deer corpses, but… it was as if they started to give back too.

“Your boss sounds annoying… No one would suspect anything if I killed him, right?”

“Wh— you can’t just—! Ugh. Do you WANT to go to jail?”

“Aww, look at your face~ it’s not that bad to be a criminal, you know?”

“Seriously, work’s enough. I don’t want to deal with the Numbers and the other tribes as well.”

“Tch, booooring.”

Adalyn remembered the amused chuckle she gave after the actor’s resignation, her lips curling up as she slept. Her dreams were rarely so tender and sweet… It would be good to enjoy them while she could.

#hihi navi. points #i… dont have a writing tag uh #me writes #< there #tribe nine au

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rreskk · 2 years ago

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Hi, I really admire your work and I really appreciate your fanfics! I humbly wanted to ask for a job where the scenario is basically the reader meeting Trevor again and his new appearance is a shaved head and a mustache, the reader ends up getting excited by the new look and causing a sexy encounter

-💖

Thank you for this request! Sorry this took long. Enjoy!

Summary: It was a surprise when you've encountered Trevor again. However, he was looking horribly handsome and you had to accidentally make it obvious.

TW: -Suggestive content

Pairings: Neutral!reader/Trevor Philips

His hair that was once visible; it was bald to the extent of his newest fashion. He had a full beard, firm, masculine, sexy; trailing effortlessly down towards his prominent jaw, his piercing appearance illuminating new feelings within your stomach. Trevor took a few steps closer, he suspected your attention. His feet edged closer— Jesus, his eyes grew more sensual with the new style. He stood an arm’s length away… The only way to filter your heart-eyes was dropping your face into a low expression, hiding the truth within.

“You don’t like it?”

You grew alarmed of his conclusion and shook your head. Maybe you should compliment him, only once though. You wouldn’t want to blow your cover.

“I like it.”

Trevor remained quiet, slumped in his stance. He observed you with them eagle eyes and grinned.

“You don’t look any different.” The smugness had returned; the back talk you remember too well. He slowly crossed his arms before speaking again - “not a bad thing.”

“I wasn’t offended anyway.” You tried to dismay his smirk, but he easily could see through your eyes.

“Bullshit.”

Exhaling in defeat, you shrugged your shoulders and allowed him to win this time. However, Trevor didn’t seem to want the victory. He shuffled even closer until you could smell his hideous body odour. You were already flustered enough by his new appearance, you couldn’t risk growing antsy right in front of his face.

“You high or something?”

His question caught you off-guard.

“No, why?”

He raised an eyebrow, “You look dazed. You looking into my eyes, but you also… Aren’t. Where’s your head at? Up your ass?”

“Huh?” You looked around for nothing in particular, maybe looking for a way out of this interrogation.

“Stop playing dumb, hotlips,” Trevor sneered, stepping closer, “Something about me has caught your undying attention. Tell me… You like the new look, or have I got a clump of boogey up my nose?” He was almost mocking you.

“Mm, I’d have to say the second on-“

“That weren’t an invitation to carry on being a little pest!” You flinched at how sudden his whole mood had changed. You were silenced the moment he cut you off.

Trevor had his fists clenched before he noticed how immediate he was acting, breaking into slow giggles and averting a few inches away than he originally was. You watched as he held out his hands defensively.

“Excuse me, sugar, I’m just a tiny bit frustrated… You see… I can see through your eyes and-“ He saw you open your mouth in protest before pressing a finger to your lips, “SHH! We both know that there is something rather…” He glanced down and roughly groped himself in front of you; not taking consideration of your disturbance.

“Something rather heavy, should I say?” His voice was raspy since he was restraining a groan from the way he touched himself.

You were opposed to this turn of events. Trevor continued groping his bulge and whispering curse words to himself while you stood there, having the inability to find the right resolution. He caught you red-handed, now what? He was obviously implying something but you didn’t want to be bold and assume he was talking about… Sexual tension. He could of easily meant annoyance or… Or…

Or what?

“Jesus, fuck-“ Trevor’s grunts had snapped your train of thoughts. He was hunched over, rubbing himself raw between the material of his jeans. His tongue was hanging up. He glanced up after realising you hadn’t moved an inch. The man began grinning uncontrollably before speaking.

“C’mere.”

You gulped and stupidly went – “Me?”

Trevor paused his attempt of public masturbation and scoffed, looking at you up and down.

“Yes, you! Whoever would I be speaking to? JFK? Charles Manson? Fuckin’ Queen Victoria?" He shook his hand before ushering you closer, "Come on, c’mere." Trevor took your hand and embraced you into his meaty arms.

There was no warmth. When you fell into his arms, it was pure dysphoria. The realisation that you were snuggling into the hands of someone who probably made contact with human faeces and blood not even less than 24 hours ago. How many people that had collapsed and died into his arms… Yet you didn’t feel intimidated.

Trevor wrapped strands of your hair loosely around his fingers while you were wedged between his oddly superior biceps. God, looking at them closely, they were buzzing with pure muscle and the veins were extremely prominent. As you were examining his physique close, you felt a steaming breath mount the side of your neck. Trevor was leant forward and couldn’t stop himself from kissing the lining of your jaw. He grazed his lips, threatening to tickle your skin.

"Trevor..."

You could hear him firmly mumble against your jaw.

"We ain't waiting any longer. I'm taking you home, [y/n]." The man jerked your wrist and pulled you towards his truck. Fuck, you couldn't wait. And when your eyes moved towards his groin, he couldn't wait either.

#trevor philips #grand theft auto 5 #gta v #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #trevor gta #gta 5 #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips headcanons #trevor philips fanfiction #trevor philips/you #trevorphilips #gta v trevor #grand theft auto v #grandtheftauto #my fanfiction #my fanfic writing

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