#some of the words i couldn't hear properly so sorry if i got them wrong

[pia-nor481]

I can do it better

Max verstappen x reader smut 18+

3.6k words

She was sat on their-her bedroom floor trying to recollect herself when a loud knock to the front door broke her out of the state she was in. Her eyes were red and cheeks painted with tears. Hoping that the knocking would stop she continued to stare at herself in the full length mirror opposite her hunched over body. Evidently, it didn't stop, she practically shouted the person behind the door to wait a minute. In the mean time, she stumbled up, pulling a shirt over her body and rushing to the bathroom, in hope of cold water freshening her face up; Although it was hard to look presentable at this given time. She could barely stay up her two feet while walking towards the front door. She didn't know where her things were, phone definitely blowing up with her friends asking how her night went, even if they got a hold of her, she wouldn't answer, they'd had enough of her complaints of her love life.

Once she reached the door handle, she opened it a crack, trying to avoid her body being seen. "Sorry to just turn up but my flight leaves tomorrow and you weren't answering, and need some of my stuff before I go." Max was a pretty observant person, he had to be; so nothing slipped past him. "You open the door like this for all the men who knock?" He joked lightly, knowing she often took what he said in jest. He looked back up to her face when there was no further comment. "No, what's up? I can tell something is wrong." He said letting himself into her flat, placing his keys and phone on the counter next to hers, he saw the ample amount of WhatsApp notifications. "Come on, you can tell me what happened." It was so obvious that max still cared for her. Their relationship was always messy. They fought constantly, it started as little things; the floors not being cleaned properly or a few things left in awkward or annoying places. Both of their friends said it was good that they were fighting about things like that, claiming it was healthy to have small bits of conflict that could be quickly resolved. But it soon became a big problem when carer got involved, he was always traveling whether it be for the actual race, England to help with development of the car, or visiting his home to see his parents or even Monaco to be with his friends, but her job required her to be in one place. They tried hard to make it work, she book flights to come and see some of his races or he would stay until Wednesday night of the race week just to spend time with her, but it just wasn't enough.

There had been a few times were Max had heard her on the phone with her friends trying to convince her to break up with him, but every time she would shut them own. "He's toxic, leave him before it gets worse. There can't be anything that makes it worth the stress and disappointment." She would shake her head before remembering that they couldn't see her that's one thing Max really enjoyed, her tendency to show rather than speak. "If he's toxic, I'll wear a hazmat. You don't get it, I love him." Hearing her say things like that always made him smile. He loved her just as much, if not more. Every time he'd come back he would spend all his time awake comforting her, making her feel secure. She wasn't overly talkative when being asked questions, preferring to just shake her head or even pretend she didn't hear it; but not with max. He tried to make sure she would communicate with him, even when they fought, he'd let her scream and shout at him, he wanted to hear everything she had to say, so he knew how she felt, so he could help, He didn't get the luxury of expression when he was younger and that caused many problems. He learnt from this, he learned how to be better, he learned how to love. Max loved, no, loves her so much; it was hard for him to put it into words sometimes, she knew this, and was okay with him showing his love physically. That may have been a part of the problem, they were never close enough for him to show her how much he loved her. Although he is not the only one to blame, she was stubborn, overly so. She hated being wrong and so did he. So Max tried his hardest to not condescend her when she was wrong, but that wasn't often.

"Come on." He had to bite back the pet names he gave her in the years they spent together. "You can tell me what happened." She also hated voicing her concerns with him. She never worried about cheating, Max would never. It was like she felt neglected, but she couldn't say that, it was selfish, she was the one who said they could make the distance work. As max looked around the room he noticed how empty it was. With all of his things gone it didn't feel like home to her anymore. His house in Monaco didn't feel like home either, not without her. She looked up from her feet to meet his eyes. "It's embarrassing." His shoulders dropped, she was stupid sometimes, she didn't realised how silly that sounded to him. "And I've known you for how long?" He paused walking back towards her, resisting the urge to hold her close, to pull her into his chest and cradle her head. "At least it wasn't someone else's fault." he said slightly relieved, her eyes were still a cause for concern, even now he was prepared to fix any problem she had. The silence was loud, his anger pooled at his fists. "Right?" His eyes scanned over her whole body, making sure she wasn't hurt. "Its stupid, and I'm fine by the way. Can't you just grab your stuff and go?" she asked, almost pleading for him to leave. He was not going to leave her alone, not when she was like this.

Max went against his better judgement and hugged her, she needed it, no matter how many times she wanted to be left completely alone. "Tell me. You always feel better when you say what you're thinking, not just shouting at the mirror." She was almost reduced to tears, not only because of his words, but because she was so embarrassed. "Promise you wont laugh." She whispered through teary eyes. "Promise." He pulled his chest away, so he could look her in the eyes as she spoke. He wanted her to feel listened to, cared for. "So my friends set me up with his guy called Matthew, right." Any remaining anger turned into jealousy. He was fuming that his girl was going on a date with some guy. He pushed his feelings aside briefly, wanting to hear the rest of her story. "Well, we went out to this pretty nice place and it was going well, at least I thought so. Anyway, we came back here and he started kiss me, and you feel me up and stuff." She really didn't want to give her ex-boyfriend the details of her hook up. She paused still embarrassed. "Was he blonde and foreign as well?" Her face became warm as he let out a chuckle, this actually comforted him a bit, to see her go out with guys that reminded her of him. "Glad to see you have a type." She gave him a pointed look as an initial response. "Sorry, go on." Shifting her feet to avoid the shame. Max gave her sweet look, enticing her to speak. "When we, um, went to bed it was, uh, fine to start with but you know, he couldn't make me cum, it didn't seem like he was even trying." Her voice was shaky, her nerves were sky high, but she continued because, for once, Max was right. "So I may or may not have sent him out of the flat." She says with as sigh, looking up at her and grasping his arm for a bit of support ,not physical, but emotional, he was comforting to touch. "I am so glad I was your boyfriend and knew how to actually please you or I don't think we would have lasted as long as we did." He spoke with a crooked smile, ready of a light slap to his chest. "It's not funny Max." defeated, her shoulders slumped slightly as she tried to pull out of his tight grasp. "It is a little bit, oh no, please don't give me that look. I'm sorry I swear."

"So let me get this straight, you wanted to hook up with this guy, Matthew, and he was being a selfish prick, and now you are all desperate and pent up. That I can defiantly work with." Confusion covered her face as Max picked her up by her waist and began walking them towards the bedroom. She hooked her legs around his hips during his venture. She would often scold him for doing things without warning or saying things that he shouldn't. She began to kiss his neck, wanting his attention back on her. She knew it wasn't a good idea, but she would worry about the consequences later. One of his hands slid down her back, giving her ass a nice squeeze, he knew she liked it, not that she'd say so, he had to figure that out for himself.

Once his knees touched the edge of the bed, he placed her on it, immediately pushing her shirt up, "No underwear as well, you really do treat the guys at your door well." He let out with a smirk, before pushing her thighs apart further so he could slot between them. The ghost of his breath had her shuddering, she moaned when his lips finally touched her cunt, tongue licking a long stripe over her slit. Max looked up, not even being able to see her face as her head was thrown back at the slightest amount of pleasure. She really needed to feel him. He began to suck on her clit lightly, not wanting to rush into it and run the risk of ruining her orgasm, it hurt him to make her wait any longer, knowing she had spent so much time dissatisfied. Max shook his head side to side sending waves of bliss through her whole body.

Max got good at eating pussy from practicing on her. There were times where he spent more time between her legs than not. Her moans got louder as max put more pressure on her clit, heightening the sensation. "Could he not do this to you? No? That's what I thought." He breathed against her cunt, making her hips shift towards him. Max pulled her knees over his shoulders as he went back in, the noises that filled the room were quickly becoming pornographic. He could feel her twitching and clenching as he ate her out, Max moaned at the feeling, knowing it would tip her over the edge. "Yes, Max. Please, it feels so good." She barely got out, lungs burning. As she began gasping for air, Max could feel her ankles cross behind his back, squishing his head between her thighs. She came hard, harder than she'd done since the last time they were together. No matter who she slept with, no matter how many times she made herself cum it was never the same. "Did that feel good? Was that better than Matthew? Yeah, I know it is."

She pushed Max back slightly so she could slip off the bed and on to her knees. She undid his belt as quick as her shaky hands would allow her.  She squeezed him lightly and ran her hand over his cock a few times before actually pulling it out, she licked a long stripe along the underside, right along the thick vein of his length. Max let out a breathy groan as she took his entire cock in her mouth, reaching down her throat. His hands quickly found her hair and made pace in tangling them. He guided her up and down his cock watching from above with a pleased look on his face. She pulled off with a loud pop, then she tongued the space between the head and shaft, he let out a guttural moan at the feeling, urging  her to take him back in her mouth, it felt phenomenal. Once she hollowed her cheeks again it all became too much for max, she made him cum so hard he started to feel almost lightheaded, seeing stars, hunching over at the feeling. "Fuck, you feel so go baby. Always making me feel so good." He praised, not one lie leaving his lips, although he got to cum every time he had sex, it didn't feel as euphoric as it did with her. 

"Get up here." he said, pulling her up to her tip toes for a kiss. He slipped his tongue practically down her throat, tasting himself in her mouth. Max never understood how other guys could possibly complain about their girlfriend wanting a kiss after blowing him. If she had no problem kissing him after eating her out, what was the difference? The mix was divine, it sent blood rushing to his cock almost immediately as their lips touched. He let his hands run wild over her body, missing the warm of her skin against his. He missed being able to touch every divot of her body. He missed the control he had over her, and the trust she had in him. He was almost as pent up as she was. Max made a point of picking her up again, just to throw her back down on the bed. He noticed the framed painting was put back up above the bed. When they were together, it was almost exclusively on the floor as they got lazy hunting for it behind the headboard, He was disappointed that it was placed back to its home. Max caged her head between her arms as he kissed his way down her abdomen before he gave her cunt one final kiss. He slid his cock over her clit just to tease, he got the same reaction buy only pushing the head in and out a few times before slowly slipping his whole cock in inch by inch. She was swimming in pleasure with max slowly marking her, her neck covered in bites, a few bleeding slightly, her chest was covered in red marks, he needed to mark her as his again, no one was allowed to touch what was his. Not anymore. "Fuck." Max strained, sounding breathless and choked as he continued to pound into her, just how she always liked. He was too hot not to moan over, so she did, and he indulged her, usually he'd have to cover her mouth with his hand or push her face into the pillows to avoid noise complaints, but tonight he'd let her do anything, all he wanted was her back in his arms. He continued to abuse her walls while she gripped the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles becoming white with the new found strength. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head while the remainder of her make up began to smudge and run. Max was fucking her so well her face was painted with tears of joy, and it was just so hot. Max became impossibly harder seeing her fucked out face. He stared to fuck her deeper, hitting that spot that made her go blind with pleasure. "Oh yes Max, always make me feel so good." Her inability to articulate proper sentences was a tell tale sign she was close. Max learned how to read her like a book and it was so beneficial in times like this. 

He quickened his pace, feeling quite close himself. He could she some of this hook up guy's stuff still in her room and it just fuelled the fire. "Matthew didn't make you feel nearly this good did he, sweetheart. You can be honest because I already know." He was interrupted by a thud against the floor. "That's it, good fucking girl for me." he praised her, knowing she would melt from his words, his voice was something she admitted masturbating to when he was gone. She claimed it was mostly because of his accent, but also the tone and the pitch, it just got her so hot and bothered. "Think you can hold on just a little longer?" He asked, feeling her clench around his cock, it made it hard for him to resist. "Only for you, Max." she moaned aware it would edge him on further, fucking her felt exclusive, she was a rare and only he could have her. Perhaps he was a bit possessive, but that didn't matter now that he was with her. One of his hands slid up to her throat, pressing lightly on the sides to only slow the blood flow to her head; his other made way to her clit, rubbing fast circles with just enough pressure to really make it feel good. "Please, just.. just like tha..that." She managed to slur out before her words were cut off by a whine. Her orgasm hit so hard that her head was pushing deep in the mattress and her legs began to spasm and shake. Max only now allowed him self to cum, while she was coming down. He pulled out, shooting plenty of long, thick ropes of cum all over her torso, mainly her perfect tits that her just couldn't resist. They both sighed quietly with small laugh. 

Max gave her a chaste kiss before walking leisurely to the bathroom and picking up a towel to clean her up a bit. On his way back he turned the AC on, anticipating that she would ask him to stay; if he was he want to be touching her the entire time, in order to keep her close he needed the room cold. He brushed the towel over she skin as gently as possible, although it still pulled a moan from her. "I know, but I have to, Darling." He threw the towel to the corner of the room, knowing she'd complain about it later. "Were are my clothes?" He asked quietly, looking back at her on the bed with a grin plastered to her face. "Where you left them before moving out." still in the wardrobe would have been an easier answer but she wanted him to know she didn't want him gone. She anticipated him coming back and wanting to stay, as usual she was right. He put his classic black t-shirt on before climbing in bed with her. "I'm not putting that frame back up." was the first thing she said after coming out of her orgasmic haze. He pulled her practically on top of his body and held her close, as if someone was going to take her from him. "I know." was all he said, trying to think of the right words to convey his feelings. "I never stopped loving you." Was all he could say so he coupled it with a tight squeeze. "I know." It was her turn to give a dry reply and kiss his neck sweetly. "This is great pillow talk." Max laughed out quietly and he could feel her smile against his chest. "I'm so sorry, I should have tried harder. I shouldn't have blamed you as much as I did, I'm just as responsible. And I most definitely should not have told you to leave and never come back. I regretted it immediately, you know. As soon as I heard the door shut I lost it. I don't deserve you Max, but I need you so much." His heart ached hearing her confession, feeling her tears wet his shirt slightly. "I shouldn't have walked out. I know what you're like when you get angry. As soon I closed that door I couldn't bring myself to leave. I slept outside that door, your neighbour asked what happened and I started crying to her. I kept in touch with your friends, or at least I tried to. I needed to make sure you were okay, but it doesn't seem like they like me much. So don't say you don't deserve me, you do. We will make it to the end, I promise you. I wont lose you again. I love you too much for that." She wiped her now joyful tears as she kissed his lips again. 

There was a loud repeated knock on her door, they tried to ignore it, assuming it was their neighbours complaining about the noise, they normally gave up after a few knocks. But this one persisted. "You stay here and keep warm alright, I'll se who it is." Max got out of the bed a recovered her body in blankets while walking with unnecessary pace towards the door. He swung it open aggressively. "Look I'm sorry about that but can I just get the rest of my clothes and leave, there's no need to-" The guy, who max assumed to me Matthew, stopped upon seeing Max. "Sorry man, but that's not happening. Not while I'm here. I don't think you even deserve it, especially if you can't make such a desperate woman come. Only took me three minutes . So fuck off now will you." Max said before slamming the door, feeling relieved as he reached her again. "I love you so much Max."

[radioisntdead]

Good morning, as you have requests open can I get some Velvette x g/n! reader angst (perhaps ending with comfort) romance?

One night they overhear her talking negatively about them (not an overlord, lack of confidence, whatever) so they leave behind a note saying they were right to feel like she didn't actually love them and they've left, not saying where.

Good evening my dear! We are ending the cannibal streak with Velvette! WOO, It's late and I'm woozy, this became a song fic I'm sorry.

Velvette x reader,

Warnings!

Light angst, Valentino,

The song used: Moral of the story

You and Velvette met at a New Years party back in the 2000's, the air was heavy, you had a red solo cup with heavens knew what was in it, maybe Vodka and something? You didn't know, people were kissing, yelling, and whatever else.

So I never really knew you

When Velvette approached you, you felt like the luckiest person in the world, like nothing else in the room exist, she was only person there in your eyes,

When she talked about how boring the party was you found yourself agreeing with every word she said, her voice soothing to you.

God, I really tried to, Blindsided, addicted

The two of you died in a car accident, music was blasting from the radio, you were looking outside the window, and Velvette was texting and driving,

It was quick, she ran a red light and BAM, a truck hit the two of you causing the car to roll, glass shattered and the one thing you remember is reaching out to Velvette before everything went dark.

Felt we could really do this

You once told Velvette that you'd follow her to hell and back,

Guess that was true because guess where you ended up?

But really I was foolish

Things didn't change much as she rose to the top, becoming an overlord, teaming up with some guys named Vox and Valentino, Vox was decent enough but Valentino gave you the chills, he never did anything but still.

Velvette made sure to shield you from his business, you weren't allowed on his floor.

Hindsight, it's obvious

Velvette was never scared to demand things, to order things around, to get her hands somewhat dirty if needed, if she wanted it she got it

You weren't like that, you didn't like having blood on your hands, While Velvette treated service staff like they were an inconvenience you treated them with respect, like they were people.

Velvette didn't like that part of you, she liked it when it was towards her or maybe the other Vee's but no one else.

Talking with the cannibal She said, "Where'd you find this girl?"

You weren't having a good day, you and Velvette got into a argument over her spending too much time on her phone, you said that she loved that stupid thing more then you, she didn't deny it, just said that you were acting fucking crazy and left.

I said, "Young people fall in love, with the wrong people sometimes"

You had several things to do, some employees couldn't do their job properly and you didn't want to lash out of them, all you wanted to do was just relax with your fiancee, you got some flowers and an Emoji plush to give her as an apology.

Some mistakes get made

As you stood outside the door that lead to the Vee's living room you could hear muffled talking, a voice you could recognize was Velvette's.

That's alright, that's okay

You cracked the door open and peaked in, She was talking to Valentino.

You can think that you're in love

"Then They say that I love my phone then them! Like maybe if you weren't such a fuckin' loser that can't even order a coffee without almost crying I'd pay more attention to you!"

When you're really just in pain

You clutched the flowers, crushing the stems as you took a step back.

Some mistakes get made

"They aren't an overlord, the only they have any of this is because of me!" She said throwing herself onto the couch and went back to her phone, that damned phone.

That's alright, that's okay

Quietly and quickly you made your way to the room you shared with Velvette, you did your best not to slam the door indicating that you were back, you threw the flowers and plush into a trashcan before taking out a few suitcases.

No tears were shed, just anger, betrayal and disappointment flooded you.

In the end, it's better for me

You packed the clothes that were your favorites, you couldn't take everything since for one, Velvette gave you the majority, and two, she gave you a bunch of clothes.

Once You had everything packed you wrote a note giving a brief explanation, that you had heard what she said, and that since you were SUCH a loser, she should date a overlord instead.

That's the moral of the story, babe

You left the Vee's tower, without a single soul noticing, now standing on a random street corner you took a deep breath, you had enough money, from your OWN means, to get a hotel to stay at for maybe a week? Just until you could get an apartment or something.

It's funny how a memory

Velvette didn't notice you were gone until late the next day, she thought you were being petty avoiding her because of a little fight and she had decided to let you take the bedroom, sleeping in her office instead.

She supposed she should apologize because she loved you and she was tired of this.

Turns into a bad dream

She stepped into your shared room, not noticing anything missing, until a colorful object caught her eye from the trashcan, leaning down it was an emoji plush, cringey but it was soft, it was covering a bouquet of flowers, her favorites infact.

When running wild turns volatile

Her face twisted into confusion as she looked around, spotting the note you left on the bed.

She hadn't meant for you to hear her.

Remember how we painted our room, Just like the other Vee's did?

You were gone. She fucked up.

So romantic, but we fought the whole time

It was just a small fight right? The two of you would kiss and make up like usual, maybe watch a movie after, but you had left, you left her!

Should have seen the signs

She couldn't find you, anywhere.

Vox only got footage of you leaving the tower and nothing else, he spied on the ENTIRE ring and he couldn't find YOU?

Talking with the cannibal, She said, "Where'd you find this girl?"

You had stumbled upon the Hazbin hotel, you were welcomed by Charlie with open arms, she was ecstatic, you were the first sinner to join them after the extermination.

Said, "Some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes"

Being away from Velvette was so...

Some mistakes get made

Freeing, it was as if you were spreading your wings for the first time in years, which you were! You'd been with Velvette for over a decade, not counting your life beforehand.

That's alright, that's okay

You loved Velvette, you truly did, but she didn't love you like you did her, she didn't act like it,

She thought you were on the weaker side.

You can think that you're in love

You had no interest in rising up the ranks, working instead on becoming a better person, with every exercise with the hotel residents you got more and more confident, changing your appearance along the way.

When you're really just in pain

After you more sinners came to the hotel, a few ready for redemption.

Some mistakes get made

You met someone, she had the most beautiful pink eyes that reminded you of pink lemonade, she was different then Velvette, you couldn't help but compare the two, Velvette was so... Cruel and she was so Soft, kind, she just killed a guy but that wasn't a deal breaker in your book.

That's alright, that's okay

It took time but the two of you grew close, you'd have lunch together, eventually that moved to sleepovers, movie nights, sweet words exchanged between the two of you.

You were apprehensive about entering a new relationship after Velvette, but it just felt right.

In the end it's better for me

Charlie was excited when you went to her for date ideas to take your newest sweetheart, she was so proud of you, you had come so far!

That's the moral of the story, babe

They say it's better to have loved and lost

Velvette searched for you, you due to plot armour and your changed appearance had managed to completely avoid Vox's cameras or Velvette's hunting you down, she regretted saying what she did, she wouldn't have said it if she knew you were listening!

Than never to have loved at all

You had decided to step out of the hotel with your dearest sweetheart, deciding to go out for a simple date, watch a movie and maybe shop around and grab a bite to eat

That could be a load of shit

Velvette had decided to go check out her competition's stores, going shopping at the same stores you did.

But I just need to tell you all

You didn't see her, and she almost didn't recognize you but she did.

Some mistakes get made

Her blood ran cold, or colder as she watched you dote on the lady next to you, arm wrapped around hers, holding her bags for her.

You had done that for her once upon a time.

That's alright, that's okay

She wanted to say something, like where have you been, I'm sorry, who the fuck is this, come home! Or something but she couldn't, she could only watch as you laughed at something she said, you used to laugh like that with her,

You SHOULD be laughing like that with her.

You can think that you're in love

Velvette's hand clenched into a fist, her fingers digging into her palm making indents.

When you're really just engaged

You should be with her, not whoever that wench was! The engagement ring she had accepted from you ages ago was still on her finger.

Where was yours?

Some mistakes get made

She watched as you walked away with her.

That's alright, that's okay

She finally moved, following in pursuit.

In the end it's better for me

You and your sweetheart were having a wonderful time, shopping around and the two of you were finally getting something to eat, you went to the cutest little café, and you walked back to the hotel holding hands.

That's the moral of this story

Some mistakes get made

Velvette knew where you were now.

That's alright, that's okay

You were so happy, Velvette hasn't crossed your mind in ages.

You can think that you're in love

She didn't know how to get you, she didn't want you to hate her.

When you're really just in pain

You squealed as you landed on your bed kicking your legs back and forth like a lovesick fool.

Some mistakes get made

You had to come back to her willingly, once you were done with this little fling, she would leave you heartbroken and Velvette would welcome you back with open arms, hugs and kisses.

That's alright, that's okay

You sighed happily, a dumb love filled grin on your face.

In the end it's better for me

You had come SO far from how you were before, you were proud of yourself, you had a healthy relationship with your lovely girlfriend, you had amazing friends, and you were on the road to redemption with them! You couldn't ask for more.

That's the moral of the story, babe

You will never go back to Velvette, you loved her once yes, you truly did, but that was in the past, and you deserved better, and you got better.

Good evening folks! Thank you for tuning in! It's late for me and I wrote this in one sitting, I'm gonna go knock out now, have a wonderful night folks!

[enhafilthandfiction]

Enhypen hyung line reaction to you walking around naked in the house to lighten their mood when they are mad

Hyungline's reaction to you walking around naked when they're mad

A/N : Hello anon, thanks for requesting! Sorry for the long title y'all, happy reading!!

Pairing : Bf!HyungLine X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Nudeness, kisses, grinding, tit groping, mentions of oral (f.rec), thigh riding, mentions of angry sex.

Word Count : 1,250 Words

Masterlist

» Lee Heeseung «

He was still frustrated with yesterday's recording session which didn't go so well. Apparently, his voice kept cracking and he couldn't hit the correct notes which is why he came home so upset, basically ignoring you and heading to bed early.

You knew he wasn't mad at you, just upset with himself, but the fact that he ignored you was annoying. Today he wasn't going to however.

He woke up grumpy, just like yesterday, groaning and sighing out in frustration as he thought of the day before. You weren't even in the bed, which upset him even more.

But as he gets up to go to the bathroom for his morning routine, he catches a glimpse of your naked form down the hallway. He stops in his tracks, watching as you enter the washroom, possibly doing the laundry.

He makes his way down the hallway, entering the washroom to see that he was right, finding you bent over, picking up clothes from the floor.

"Well what do we have here" he says, startling you a little, but you smirk, your plan going as planned. He places his hands on your hips, pulling your bare ass back to his clothed crotch, where you could already feel a bulge forming.

"Hi baby" you say, turning around to properly greet him, his eyes going wide as you flash him with your tits. He takes a second to respond, being too focused on your tits, hands coming up to grope them and message them in his hands.

"Uh- I-I'm doing fine, now" he adds, eyes still focused on your tits. "Yeah, now I'm definitely fine" he clarifies, before you giggle and get on your tiptoes, grasping his lips in a kiss. He kisses you back, his tongue pocking your lips already.

"Ew, go brush your teeth and come back" you say, breaking the kiss and continuing what you were doing. He rolls his eyes and makes his way to the bathroom, mumbling a "Be right back" and he was right back; In 2 minutes.

» Park Jay «

Today was just not it for him. Everything he was doing seemed to be wrong, even when he tried cooking something. All he tried to cook was some ramen, but he accidentally forgot it and it kinda over cooked, making the ramen soggy.

He had had enough, and you realised, but you didn't expect him to slam the pot on the counter, the banging noise alerting you. You wanted to calm him down a little, and you knew just what to do, undressing yourself and making your way over to him to distract him. How can he be mad at you?

The second he noticed your pretty naked figure walking around the kitchen counter and over to him, he felt his heart beating faster, but not because of how angry he was seconds ago.

You came behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing your face into his back. "Hi baby, everything okay?" you asked him with a soft tone, acting as if you weren't naked.

"Well, I messed up my ramen, but it's okay cause you're here" he assures, turning around to get a better view of your bare body. "Gosh you're just what I need Y/n" he admits, running his hands along your body.

"Yeah?" you ask him, giggling and watching as he nods.

"Who want to eat ramen when I can eat you anyways?" he says shamelessly picking you up with ease and taking you to the bedroom. You squirmed around in his hold, begging him to let you down.

He put you down on the bed and got between your legs, ready to distract himself from his though day.

» Sim Jake «

"I've told you like a hundredth times now, for fuck's sake!" You can hear Jake yell on the phone from the other room, and from what you can understand, he was having trouble with work again.

"No- Cancel that meeting and move it Monday instead" he orders, his patience being tested a little too much "Are you stupid? I literally asked you to do something-"

bla bla bla

You were tired of hearing him yell at his stupid assistant who couldn't do something right. You wanted to soothe him, but you were also pretty horny. The button up he was wearing was so hot, especially with the first few buttons open.

Your fantasies almost started to run before you got an idea. You took off your clothes until you were completely naked. Oh this was going to be a good distraction. You walk out of the room and make your way over to the main living room where Jake was in.

You walked around like you weren't naked, ignoring his gaze and pretending to check if the shelves had any dust. You could hear him sigh, turning around to face him and watching as he motions you over.

He places the phone down and mutes it. "Hold on give me a minute" he barely finishes his sentence before muting it and placing it on the coffee table, ignoring his assistant's annoying voice. "You're so pretty baby" he simply says, running his hands down from your shoulders to your ass, giving it a squeeze. "But I have to take this call, so be quiet"

You pout as he grabs the phone again, placing it to his ear before sitting down on the couch, beckoning you over. He makes you sit on his thigh, placing his free hand on your lower back, guiding you back and forth on his thigh whilst sharing glances with you and mouthing words. "You're doing so well baby, keep going"

His voice was much calmer when talking to his assistant, your presence distracting him when he gets to angry.

» Park Sunghoon «

You and Sunghoon had just had a rough fight just a few hours ago. You had complained to him that you were doing all the chores in the house and that he was breaking his promise of helping out. He on the other hand, claimed that he couldn't help with he house chores since he was too busy with work.

You both yelled at each other, accusing one another until he got mad and went outside for a walk. Once he was out, you couldn't stop thinking about him, you were still partly angry at him but also kinda horny for how riled up he got.

You decided to calm down his nerves a little, undressing yourself as you head to the kitchen to start dinner. He came back shortly, maybe after 15 minutes, only to find you fully naked, cooking dinner. "Oh, so this is your way of making up?" he asks, scoffing.

You shrug and continue what you were doing, paying him no mind, waiting for him to break. Which he did shortly. He made his way over to you, pressing his body up against you. "What do you want huh?" He asks you, almost starting to grind against you.

"I want you to do the dishes after dinner" you said with a forced smile.

"Fine, but you gotta let me fuck you first" before you could do anything, he pulls you out of the kitchen and throws you on the couch, getting undressed himself before climbing up behind you.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good you're gonna forget why we were arguing in the first place" and he did, taking his and your anger out by fucking you hard and fast, till all you could think about was him.

Hello, this was actually fun to write, proudly wrote it in one sitting!! I hope you enjoyed reading, have a good day/night and remember that ily <333

[dtrghost]

omg this is my first time requesting but TF141 with a reader whose love language is insulting them ( they probably insult her back 😭) thank you!!!

That is so me. Literally.

Synopsis: TF141 With a reader who just can't help but insult them, yes. This contains Johnny, Simon, Price, and dearest Kyle

Warnings: 18+ Content and references to smut, cursing, etc

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Now with this guy, it definitely goes both ways. At first he was confused and rather offended with the insults you threw at him, followed by your head falling back to laugh at what he thought was him. You noticed how he got upset and quickly reassured him that you meant no harm by it and that it was just how you showed you loved him. He found it weird at first, but he accepted it, knowing that he meant the world to you and simply followed along.

"Hey Ghost, maybe if you weren't so ass at shooting we wouldn't have to do this stupid training exercise." He huffed, rolling his eyes at your wheezy laugh as you put your sniper down for a minute, cackling loudly and hitting your chest to get some air into your lungs.

"Right, I hit your cervix pretty when I was fucking you like a slag last night." You gasped, both of your cracking up even more as you gently shoved him. Now, there's a downside to your language, because god forbid you crack a joke about him that he didn't like, especially when he was already mad to begin with, like after a failed mission, he'd be sure to let you know just where your bad mouth would get you.

"Just like that, my perfect little slut." He'd moan, fucking your mouth and forcing his cock deep into your throat as you gagged and choked around him.

"Put that dirty little mouth of yours to better use."

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish:

He didn't get mad, he first gave you a puppy look, thinking you meant the insults you threw at him. But when you took your time to explain yourself, he'd laugh it off and gave you the go ahead. Johnny had nothing to be insecure about, he was hot, he had money, and he was the youngest candidate to pass the SAS selection, so he took what you said with a grain of salt.

"Weird they call you soap, smells like you haven't used any in days." He just chuckled, wrapping his arms around you with a wolfish grin.

"Alright lass. I'll let you have that one." You had been right at the time, he just got back from a mission where he sat in the mud for god knows how long and then had to lug his ass to the landing zone in the rain. Don't get me wrong, he'll bite back lightheartedly, but he loves soaking up your love for him, even if it isn't the most conventional.

But when he's not having it, you get to see the less light, funny side of him. He'd been fucking you stupid, pounding into you madly with his hand wrapped around your throat. You begged for him to let up, your legs shaking as tears rushed down your cheeks.

"Sorry lass? Couldn't quite hear ya. Mind tryin' again for me?" And he'd squeeze tighter to ensure not a word was heard from you.

"This'll teach you to behave darling. Remind you to address your sergeant properly."

Captain John Price:

This man is a DILF. Hot damn. To be frank, he's a laidback captain. He's not going to overreact and threaten to dishonorable discharge you for insubordination and disrespecting a superior officer because you told him he had a small dick. At first he was a bit surprised how comfortable you were insulting him with his rank, but if anything he liked it. He liked a challenge, though it was an easy one for him.

"You never react ya know. Why is that? The rest of the team bites back and you just, take it." He chuckled at your observation, shrugging and shooting a quick glare at the man who almost took a sit next to you at the bar you both occupied.

"I know you like the back of my hand princess. The insults you throw at those soldiers are far different than the ones handed to me. It's love princess, all it is." He then relentlessly teased you about the deep redness in your cheeks which you countered with eye rolls and mocking faces, because he was right, and he knew that. He analyzed everything you've ever said and done to him, how your body reacts, how your eyes portray every intention and emotion you're sending him.

But, just like the rest. Sometimes Price had to fuck the brat out of you. You'd made a comment, and he was having a rough day.

"How's the sex life then? Old man like him able to keep it up?" Soap joked.

"Some viagra wouldn't hurt. Maybe it'd actually get me to the yellow brick road." DAAAAMMMNNNN. Was the essential reaction. Of course you drew back and told him you were kidding, but the tight grip he had on your waist was a tell tale sign that he didn't like what he heard.

"You sure about that love? Don't wanna take it back before it's too late?" He whispered huskily into your ear. He knew you wouldn't, he knew you liked being his dirty little slut.

"That's it. Taking your daddy's cock like you were meant to. You reach that yellow brick road yet love? fuck sure looks like it, you've made a mess all over m'cock already."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

You and Kyle fit perfectly, like a match made in heaven. It was like a challenge between the two of you on who had the better insults. He's incredibly intelligent, 500 IQ lookin ass. But sometimes you were just that much better, and he accepted that wholeheartedly, because at the end of the day, this was how you showed your love, and he wanted nothing more to embrace that.

Sometimes he'd even reward you. He'd get touchy (more than usual) and the day would end with him on his knees in front of you, worshipping your pussy and body like it's what he was made to do.

"I'm so lucky to have such a smart, clever girl like you. Fuck you're perfect in every way." And you were. Even if you could be the meanest fucker on the planet.

And that's it!! I'm sorry if it didn't meet your expectations or you had something different in mind but based off what I've read this is what I think they'd be like!! Thank you for the request @angieisbroke and I hope you enjoyed <333.

[darkphoenix07]

Sex after argument

Masterlist

Paring : Choi San x Reader

Genre : Heavy Smut

Summary : Playing games with his friends went wrong and you end up getting punished for being a bad girl.

Warning : Degradation, Humiliation, Orgasm mess, Rough sex, calling names.

You never knew that you playing dare with the other Ateez members will be this much chaotic until you started it. Gladly, you were saved by your boyfriend, San, who always saved you from some childish dare his members were giving you.

"Kiss Wooyoung on the cheek," you are so done hearing Yunho's third time telling you to do something really stupid. They like to tease San using you which is damn clear now.

"No, change it," San says squinting his eyes, he looks like he is about to break Yunho with his eyes.

"Come on, it's just on the cheek, why are you making it a fuss?" Hongjong asks San who looks more uncomfortable than you.

"Yeah, it's nothing much," you tell them as it feels unfair how you are not doing the dares properly but they are.

You move towards Wooyoung, leaving San's hand which were on yours the whole time you were playing. Wooyoung, who was sitting on your right, comes forward to take the kiss.

You kiss his cheeks and he starts giggling, "It must feel good getting kisses from, y/n. Right, San? You are so lucky. Man, I'm jealous."

You roll your eyes but San looks like he is in another world. His neck veins looks popped up, his grip on the whiskey glass gets strong. You look at him and he looks sick to you. So, you keep your hand on his thigh rubbing, "Babe, are you alright? You don't look fine."

He looks at you hand and orders, "Take your hands off me."

You couldn't quite believe your own ears, so you want to be clear, "What?"

"I said, take your hands off me," San says and you immediately take your hands off him because of getting scared. You don't understand why did he get mad all of a sudden. Maybe this is the first time he looks this mad, normally it is always you who got mad. But you felt humiliated by the way he talked with you in front of his members.

"What happened to you? Why are you behaving like a jerk, San?" Seonghwa asks not liking his behavior either, specially when everyone noticed you're embarrassment.

"You know what, San? Fuck you," you tell him and start walking which didn't make San feel right. Maybe he was being too much possessive that he ended up hurting you.

He gets up following you, "Y/n, I'm sorry. Wait," he keeps calling you but you have gone outside the house already.

You don't understand why did he have to react like that just because you kissed his best friend on the cheeks playfully. It didn't make any sense to you. On the other hand, San was mad and upset because he hurt you, not intentionally but he did after all.

You reached inside your apartment and was about to close the door but someone grabs the door, "Y/n, please!"

The familiar voice of his make you look at his eyes filled with guilt but you were mad too. So, you just walked inside the house and he gets in closing the door.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't like how you kissed him," San says and you storm out in front of him, "Are you an idiot? It was just a normal kiss and Wooyoung is my friend too. I can do whatever I do with my friend, why would you get mad like that?"

You calling him idiot for being jealous started making him more jealous. One thing keeps working in his mind, she is now fighting with me for him.

"Why are you exactly mad, Y/n? Because I got mad, I humiliated you or I am not liking the fact that you touched someone else than me?" He asks you with a very calm tone but wrath in all of the words.

"Have I ever told you anything when your fans would hug you, hold your hand or you would look at all of them with the same lovey-dovey eyes you show me? No, I didn't because I understand you, trust you, you don't."

"Why are you bringing my fans into this?" He gets more mad not quite understanding your actual point.

"Seriously San? Are you gonna act up with me because of your fans now?" You look up at him in more devastation.

"Didn't you do the same for Wooyoung whom you met because of me?" He asks you, bending over you.

You two are just inches away, so you retreat pushing him away, "Are you insecure that I might leave you and hold his hand instead?"

"Y/n, don't!" He tries to stop you but you don't.

"No, tell me, San. Are you afraid that he might fuck me better than you d-" he cuts you off shouting, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"MAKE ME IF YOU CAN!" You scream back not even caring what you said.

That's all it took him to walk up closer to you, pull you by your hands towards him harshly and press his lips on yours forcefully.

You start hitting his chest to push him but his grip on your arms gets stronger. His hand reaches up on the back of your hair, pulling them down, "I will make sure you can't say a word without my name tonight," his threat makes you so worked up, so soaked that when he kisses you again, you end up crossing your hands around his neck pulling him closer while kissing him back. And fuck his lips on yours always fits so well, like they are perfect for your lips, made just for yours.

His hand still pulling your hair to make way inside your mouth feels so good, you don't understand why. You wanted more of his anger, you wanted him to make sure to teach you well how you are only his and he is yours.

He releases the kiss for a break and you taunt again, "That's all you can do, sweetheart. You are just a soft little baby of mine, can never be the monster."

You knew what that threat meant, the kiss meant but you need that fire, the wrath to stop the burning between your thighs.

He feels frustrated, challenged by your words, "I never knew you would like to see this side of mine," and pulls you by hand just to drop you on the sofa table which causes the vase on it to fall on ground and break.

Getting on top of you, pressing your jaw, leaving his finger marks on your cheeks, "I will make you regret asking for it."

"I've never regretted a thing, Sana" you tell him and he flashes you a smirk, "We will see that when I will eat you out and you will beg me to stop," and fuck his dirty talk, they start making you drip so bad.

Doesn't he know very well that you are just a little slut of his and you can not think of any men but him always when he fucks you so good.

When he rips off the party gown he gifted you yesterday, you couldn't help but understand how mad he actually is or else he would never rip something he has gifted. You try to grab his hand when he tries to unhook your bra but he grabs your hands instead, "You better not interrupt, or else I might keep fucking you till next day," his burning eyes have started to scare you a little. Can your sweet boyfriend turn things like this? You never even imagined he could talk about all these.

But damn when he took off his denim jacket, you missed those abs, those tattoos on him, how well they fit together. You couldn't take your eyes off him that you didn't even realize when you become full naked from half in no time.

"Spead your legs as wide as you can or I will," he orders you and you follow obediently because it's enough, you don't wanna mess with him anymore, just a little too much was fine but things are getting out of control, he might kill you by teasing.

As soon as you spread your legs, you can already feel him savouring your cum but hell, he doesn't touch your clit, doesn't make your raging pussy calm. Why would he do that to you? Why would he make you squirm for him this way?

"Fuck, baby. I can't-" he has never eaten out like this, like his tongue ramming your pussy areas, your slit but not where you exactly want to.

"I'm mad at you but your pussy tastes like the best chocolate in the world," he praises you while spreading your legs more grabbing your thighs as he places your legs on his shoulder. God, his hands are making your thighs look tiny to you.

You grab his hair not being able to take his abuse but gladly he doesn't say anything. And when he starts tongue fucking you, you start losing your mind. Your eyes keep rolling from the depth of his despair and you feel like if he doesn't fuck you right now, your might stop breathing, "Fuck me, please! I am fucking sorry, fuck me for God's sake," you scream but he keeps eating you out, "Sana, please. I can't-I," you cum into his mouth and feel him sucking all of it like it's nothing but something he always prefers to eat.

And when he looks at you, "Fucking is a reward, baby. You haven't done anything good to be fucked," why would he say that? Yes, you were a bad girl. He could just punish you but why like this?

As he again starts licking you out, you again beg, "I swear, I will be a good girl from now. Only your good girl, please fuck me, Sana!"

But he doesn't listen. You try to pull him up towards you still begging like you are about to die like this. Your pussy is throbbing so bad, your legs are shaking. You grab your own breasts to stop them from hurting but it's too bad. You've done it and you are getting it. This is the best night of your life yet so fucking painful.

"Please baby, I won't kiss anyone else but you. I swear," you tell him begging again and he finally looks at you smirking like the devil he has become tonight.

"That's my girl," he says standing up where your pussy is in his sight as you're still spreading for him. Your swear dripping from your chest as you're pressing your breasts, massaging them staring at him as his cock comes to your view.

The man he is tonight is so blissful.

He throws his boxer on the couch and takes his cock by his left hand. His cock has become your medicine, your need right now, the only thing that can save you.

He takes your legs, still standing and makes you cross them around his waist. As he enters you with force, you yelp not being able to handle such an amusement.

"Damn it," he growls as you moan when he starts destroying your inside.

Your skin slapping with each other for your already wet, creamy pussy as he keeps moving. His eyes on yours and him moving your legs to get inside you more and more every time filling you with all of him.

"Do you hear yourself, baby girl? How soaked you are?" He asks you and you says yes moaning.

"You are my whore, do you understand it? Mine," he says and you nod.

"Say it, baby. Say it out loud," he says fastening the pace as you nod again, "I-I a...am...your who...re, only yours."

"You're so fucking shameless, y/n. I love it. I love being the reason of your shamelessness," he says as your orgasm start coming at its edge so as his. But as soon as you are about to come, he pulls out coming all over your tummy not letting you cum.

"Why?" You asks as tears roll down from your eyes.

"Because you don't get to cum to for being such a brat," he says as he touches your tummy messing your breasts with his cum and gives you peck like he didn't just fuck you without letting you cum.

Before you can protest he leaves you because he won't be able to see you like this if he stays here a single moment.

"Asshole!!!" You scream getting up and hear him chuckle in his room.

Taglist:

Guess who is back btw 🫥🫥

@theaufanartist @hwanchaesong @littleninja97 @fudgeflyssworld @loosmyshit @pinki-minki @sanshinee-world @harusoraa @kitty4hwa

[valiantroeagleangel]

Take care.

Jolly Karlsson x female reader.

Hurt/ comfort, shower sex, oral, unprotected sex, fluff.

Mama's tag list: @circle-with-me @somewhere-diamond @malice-ov-mercy @smokeynaomi @darkhallcorner @loeytuan98 @sthnog @cookiesupplier

Had this idea for a while, finally posting it now. Hope I'm doing my boy some honour. You'll tell me. 🫠

Saying that your day sucked was an understatement. It was horrible. You had this important project that got you worked up for weeks and when you finally presented the final version to your boss and colleagues everybody pushed you down saying that it wasn't good enough, that your work was useless and bad. Yeah, today sucked. You thought that after your presentation your day would be better but now that it happened you were just depressed and disappointed. Your heart ached excruciatingly and you wished you could just shush it down.

When you reached your home at the end of the day you were just a mop, ready to drag yourself on the floor without any kind of will. Jolly quickly spotted you as he was scrolling on his phone, sat on the couch. Without a word, you immediately dropped your coat and bag away and jumped into his arms. Your head nestling on the crook of his neck you let out a pathetic whimper.

His hands quickly found your back and your nape, scratching the roots of your hair softly as he cuddled you. "What's wrong baby?" Is all he asked in a low voice, aware that it might have something to do with your stressful project. Still, he didn't want to open the wound directly by talking about it.

"They hated it." Your voice was breaking and muffled by his body. With your strained tone you weren't sure that he could properly hear you but he hugged you closer, his head moving to kiss your hair.

"What happened exactly?"

Slowly you got your head out of his neck to look at him in the eyes.

"They said it wasn't enough, that they gave me this project because they thought I was doing better work than that but that now they realised it was an error." You started to get overwhelmed, vomiting all your stress and anxiety on him because it was all you were able to do. Now that you started to unleash you couldn't stop yourself. "How could I thought that I was capable of doing it?" Your voice cracked. "Now they're going to fire me. I swear Joakim, they were so disappointed and harsh towards me that tomorrow I'm good to be replaced." Tears started to roll down your face, you got up really early this morning and the fatigue was talking for you, no strength left for you to rationalize it. "What am I going to do? I can't lose my job.."

When you finally paused long enough for him to respond he gently cupped one of your cheeks with his hand, brushing some tears that were rolling down it.

"They won't fire you, baby. Maybe it's not you who is incompetent, maybe they were expecting something that isn't achievable." Slowly, to not scare you, he approached your face and left a soft kiss on your other cheek, stopping the tears from falling. "You worked day and night on that project I'm sure it was brilliant. They're just a bunch of assholes that like to exploit people. I would like to see them work like you do. I'm sure none of them is capable of doing it."

His words were a bit soothing to your heart. Jolly was always so kind and tender with you that it was enough to make you cry again. Ashamed and desperate you threw your face against his chest, your hands surrounding his waist. He hugged you back, letting you rest on his chest for as long as you needed.

But after some minutes without moving at all, Jolly started to consider the fact that maybe you were falling asleep on him. Shifting a bit he made you groan, not happy with how he was pushing himself off the couch. "I'm sorry baby but I have no blood left in my legs I need to move a little."

You groaned again, getting off his lap as you sat next to him on the cushion. Jolly sighed in relief, shaking his legs in the air but you were still pouting, the sad expression not leaving your face.

"Do you want to take a shower? It could relax you."

You shook your head, not deciding to move as you would rather rot on your couch forever. You did not want to do anything or to feel anything. You just wanted to numb your heart and emotions down.

"Come on. I'll help you if you want." He got up and held out his hand to you. "Let's go."

You didn't even have the will to protest that, giving in you took his hand and he stood you up. Gently he pulled you with him towards the bathroom.

Still not very determined you sat on the washing machine, watching Jolly desperately trying to get some reaction out of you. Coming closer to you he grabbed the bottom of your shirt, unbuttoning every button one by one before pushing the fabric away from your shoulders. You didn't move a bit, letting him do as he pleased. Once the piece of clothing completely off, he caressed your shoulders, approaching his lips so that he could leave some kisses on one of them.

Your bra quickly followed the path of your shirt, soon meeting the ground as he unclasped it in a mastered motion and threw it away. His lips didn't leave your skin as he kept kissing your chest, one of his hands encountering your waist to push you towards him. At some point you tilted your head back, your fingers finding his hair to tangle themselves in it and you felt him smile against your stomach, happy with your reaction when he pushed away.

He got you out of the washing machine, unbuttoning your pants and taking them down. Less obstructed by your thoughts you tug at his t-shirt, passing your hand under it to caress his happy trail and stomach.

Smirking he quickly grabbed it and tossed it over his head, letting it join the rest of your clothing. His jeans and underwear followed shortly before he passed his hands on your hips, kneading them with his large hands.

"Get them off for me, will you?" He asked, passing his hands under the sides of your underwear as he left you to go and turn the shower on, the cold water running aground the empty cabin.

You obeyed in silence, getting rid of your panties to join him under the shower head. Jolly immediately attached himself to you, his hands surrounding you from behind as he started to caress your belly. His lips couldn't handle being left alone as he pressed them on your wet shoulder, slowly rising to your neck.

You titled your head on the other side for him to have more room to operate. His hands rambled on your hot and wet body, cupping your breasts as he brushed over them with his thumbs, his lips still sucking on your skin.

"Let me take care of you, baby." He breathed out, the hot air echoing on your skin, giving you goosebumps. "Let me wash all those worries away."

This time you definitely gave up. Even if you weren't convinced at the beginning you just wanted to feel Jolly's embrace, as close as he could be. You only nodded, too focused on the heat growing in your stomach as his hands continued their ministrations and he, once again, smiled in your neck at your response as he turned you so that you could face him.

Still letting you under the hot water his lips captured yours for the first time, finally allowing you to relax in the kiss. A small grunt escaped you as you surrounded his neck with your arms to push his body into yours. His hands on your back, they lowered themselves on your ass, cupping it to massage your cheeks.

Breaking the kiss he started to kneel in front of you, forcing your body to stick to the wall, both of your hands reaching the tiles to have better support.

Jolly didn't waste time and pushed your hips on his face in a second. His hands wandered on the back of your thighs, joining their interior. Assured he started to nib on the skin there, leaving red marks darkening because of the water's hot temperature.

One of your hands left the wall to grab his hair, pushing his face away from your legs as you looked down, your eyes meeting. He looked at you with his pupils dilated, breathing a little louder than before. He didn't say a thing as he caught one of your legs, putting him on his shoulder before dipping his head deeper into your intimacy.

You couldn't help but let a small whimper out, your grasp on his hair tightening as he furtively lapped at your clit. Unsteady you leaned more on his face, looking for more friction but he kept cat licking you teasingly. His fingers didn't stop to draw closer to your core each time they caressed your inner thigh.

Already on an emotional thread, you didn't want to deal with his teasing tonight and pushed his face down your folds, forcing his tongue to flatten against your intimacy.

Jolly raised his eyes at you only to meet with your throat, your head tilted back as you breathed with your mouth half-opened, water hitting your chest.

"Fuck", you heard him curse at your feet when his fingers finally left your lap, instantly joining your core while he pushed one into you. This time he put a little more enthusiasm, eating you out with more force as he added a second finger, pumping it inside of you until he reached your sweet spot.

Defining a pace that he considered good enough he caressed you like he never did, focused on every little moan you could make, every little sound that was escaping you or with what intensity you were tugging at his hair. Your legs trembling he kept you in place with his other hand, alternating between his sucking and lapping on your clit, the sound of it making all of the act extremely obscene.

The heat of his breath on you got your stomach tightening, your orgasm growing stronger and stronger at each one of his motions.

"Shit Joakim." You could feel all of your strength leaving your legs as you approached the edge, your moans getting louder, making you bite your lower lips.

"You're doing so good for me." He moaned out to you without stopping himself. Each one of your whimpers encouraging him to keep his pace until he had you crying his name, your vision whitening as you spasmed under his touch.

Out of breath, you looked down, stroking at his hair gently until he got up, still holding your body in his strong arms so you would not puddle down the floor.

"Thank you." You said with a dumb smile, trying to fall down from your high. But it wasn't enough for him. He wanted you to forget all of your worries, to be fucked until your mind would go blank. All he needed you to think about was him, he needed you to feel only him, nothing else. And even if you considered that you were good enough now, you were not. At least that's what he decided.

You tried to stand by yourself to pull him under the water with you but he flipped you down, making you squeak as you faced the wall.

"We are so not done, baby." He pressed his hot body in your back, his hands deepening on the fat of your hips as his member hit your lower back.

You whimpered again when his hand passed to your front, pressing on your belly to rub you on his hard cock. He ground on your ass for a few seconds until he got you impatient, your core pulsing for his presence.

"We're done when I say we're done." His lips approached your ears as he leaned more on you, whispering "You're not getting out of here."

You nodded, your lower lip stuck between your teeth. A small grin settled on your face as his severe tone worked so good on you. A little more eager you moved your ass on him, letting his cock brush between your ass cheeks.

His grasp not loosening itself he kissed your temple before pulling away. His fingers drew to your folds, brushing them as he made you clench over nothing. Your head fell forward, your forehead hitting the cold wall as you pushed your ass up to his body.

"Yeah, show me your pretty ass like that." He groaned enjoying the view you were offering him. Teasingly he rubbed his tip on your clit before thrusting into you. You both moaned at the feeling of his cock filling you up, making your head spin. Jolly didn't move for a while, enjoying how hard you were contracting your walls around him to get him thrust around. The so little pleasure you were getting from this was already overwhelming. Your mind was foggy, these sensations being the only thing you could think about, almost drooling for the pleasure.

"Please move." You sighed, leaning on even more on the wall so you could wriggle your hips against his crotch, desperately working by yourself.

"Should I?" One of his hands fell on your ass, smacking it softly on the way. Timidly he moved inside of you, enough to make you want more but not enough to unravel your hunger. The only thing you did was whimper, your pussy clenching over him again and again until he finally decided that the play was over, pushing his hips firmly against yours.

Still weak on your knees you rested on your forearms, trying to stand up a little to encounter Jolly's hips halfway, enhancing your sensations and the way he was hitting deeper inside of you each time.

Jolly tried his best to support you while he fucked you like a starved man. The pouring water was still so hot, your skin slipping through his fingers. Jolly's hair was dripping all over his face, some cold drops hitting your back when he was leaning on you. The more he was approaching his climax the more he attached himself to you. Straightening your body with one hand he held you against his chest, his fingers caressing your lower belly, trying to feel himself inside of you. His lips found the crook of your neck again, travelling between your nape and your shoulder restlessly.

You threw one of your arms back, trying to reach for his head, to hold something to keep you from going insane. All he was doing was grunting in your ear as he overstimulated you. His fingers now lowering until they found your clit, rubbing circles in rhythm with his motions.

"More. Please more." You wished to say something else but that was the only thing you could think about, repeating it like a mantra in case Jolly decided to be an asshole and tease you through the night. But he didn't, he only fucked you harder and harder like a beast, satisfied with your words, satisfied that he got you dumb and begging for more already.

For an instant, he pushed you down only to make you face him again before he trusted back into you. Kissing you, his cock pumped in and out of you at the same pace as before but this time he fully carried you against the wall, letting you completely lean on him as your body was getting so weak already. His head at your chest height he lost him, moaning against your collarbone while pushing his forehead on it.

Maybe it was his lips on your skin, the way his dick was pounding into you or his fingers on your clit, you couldn't recall what made you lose it but your second climax hit sooner than you expected it to, blowing your mind as your body gave up on you, convulsing between his arms. He continued to fuck you through it, only pulling out when he felt like he was about to come, finishing against the small of your back in a last grunt.

This time you were completely worn out, only breathing as you let your body limp on his. After some time passed Jolly got you both cleaned, rolling you in a cozy robe before he went to look for some clothes. Lending you one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants he dressed you up in silence, letting you mutter yourself in it.

Once you got out of the bathroom you jumped into his arms again, giving him a hug as you rubbed your face in his chest. His hands immediately found your hair out of habit and he cuddled you a bit more.

"How are you feeling?" He asked softly, not to scare you up as he was afraid you would start to perish again. But you were so gone that you didn't even think about it, all you could feel was his scent and your sore muscles relaxing you completely. All you wanted to do was snuggle yourself into the covers of your bed, Jolly's body hugging you tightly.

"Away." You responded and he nodded, kissing the top of your head.

Jolly had special methods to take care of you and your worries but it worked quite efficiently, wasn't that all that mattered?

At the end of the evening, when you nestled yourself in his body, surrounded by all the covers of your bed, he gently stroked your hair praising you as you succumbed to sleep.

"You're doing your best in the world, don't ever let anyone take you down." You only hummed at him, not even listening to what he was saying. His deep voice was enough to lull you as you gave up to Morpheus.

[eternalsams]

Treat You Right ⇴ J.Seresin

pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

warnings: angst, unrequited love, some abandonment issues I guess. happy ending!

summary: you got along pretty well with Jake. He made you laugh, sometimes paid for your drinks, was the perfect gentleman with you. But everything was apparently too perfect to be true.

words count: 1 419

a/n: English isn't my first language, please take that into consideration. This is kinda short I'm terribly sorry but I just needed to get that out of my head.

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"Hey, precious!" You immediately recognized the southern drawl and a smile appeared on your face. You didn't need to turn around to know that Jake was making his way to you. You saw his hand on the bar next to you and felt a kiss pressed on your head. "How have you been?" He asked with genuine interest as he waved at Penny. "Pretty good and even better now that you're here." You smiled even more. A grin appeared on his face and he lowered his head as he chuckled. Penny approached the two of you and Jake ordered a beer and your favorite drink. "Thank you." You finally locked eyes with him. "No need to thank me for that." He brushed it off. Penny brought you your drinks and gave you a pointed look before going back to another customer.

Jake stayed with you for another hour or so before he's called back to the pool table where his friends were. Just before he left, he made you promise to tell him whenever you'd leave so he could properly say goodbye. Like any other Tuesday night, the Hard Deck wasn't much crowded so Penny could stay with you to chat a bit. The elder woman noticed the way you looked at the blond pilot but never said anything about it. She knew Jake enough to know he wouldn't break your heart, he cared way too much about you. As promised, when you decided to leave, you went to Jake and tapped his shoulder to get his attention. His friends were all looking at you and you rapidly said hi before Jake excused himself. The two of you stepped out of the bar and he walked you back to your car. Before you could open your door, you took a deep breath and considered if that was the right moment or not. You turned to Jake and saw him looking right at you with a smirk, you knew he was gonna say something stupid. But you didn't give him the time and tiptoed to reach his face.

You placed a delicate kiss on his lips and felt his hands on your cheeks. But not the way that would give you butterflies. He pulled back and frowned, choosing carefully his next words. You were holding your breath and felt your face heat up with embarrassment. "Oh no." You whined. "Y/n..." He started but you didn't need him to finish to understand what was going on. "Oh God no, please don't tell me I just did that." You grabbed his wrists and lowered them so his hands could let go of your face. "Y/n, please wait a second." You shook your head and felt your eyes tear up and your voice crack up. You couldn't step back, you were stuck between your car and his body. You refused to cross his gaze because you knew what you would see in his eyes. Pity. You felt like throwing up and brought your hand to you mouth. Or was it to shut down a sob? You couldn't even hear Jake calling your name anymore, only the sound of your heart bleeding and that voice in your head shouting how stupid you were for ruining your friendship with him. You felt his hand grab your face and make you look up at him. "It's okay, Y/n. Please don't cry, everything's fine." His smile wasn't genuine this time, it was full of pity and concern.

"No, it's not okay." You shook your head to get rid of his touch. "I just broke everything. I thought- I thought you felt the same and I was so wrong." You hated yourself so much. How could you have been so blind? Jake wasn't attracted to you, he'd never been. You looked up at him and saw something break inside of him. Maybe his heart? But definitely not for the same reasons as yours broke. "I'm truly sorry if I made you believe anything, I didn't mean to hurt you." You could hear the tremors in his voice and you knew him enough to know he was holding back his feelings. "I care about you so much, Y/n. Please don't leave, let's just talk this out. I thought we were doing great." He offered you a genuine smile this time but his eyes were telling something else. He was so scared to lose you, he knew that with one single wrong word, he could never see you again. You were so vulnerable at that moment and so was he. "I don't want to talk it out, Jake." You swallowed a sob and looked up at him, already reaching for your car keys in your pocket. "I want to go home." You turned around and when you got into your car, you thought Jake would try to stop you but he just stepped back and let you go.

Jake didn't hear from you for more than a week and started to think his nightmare became reality. No call, no text. Even Penny didn't hear from you and when she asked what happened between you and Jake, he simply said he fucked up. It was after 12 days that he finally saw you walk in the Hard Deck. He got up from his stool next to the pool table but didn't take a step to you. He only watched you make your way through the crowd and join the bar to tell something to Penny. The elder woman pointed Jake and he felt his heart stop in his chest when your gaze landed on him. He stopped breathing and could faintly hear Javy ask him if he was feeling okay. He didn't answer, patted his shoulder and grumbled something along the lines of 'be right back' before he made his way to you. You watched him approaching you and swallowed back the tears that threatened to show up.

"Hi." You said when he eventually stood before you. "Can we talk in private?" You asked and watched Jake slightly gulped at your request. "Yeah, of course. Lead the way." He followed you outside and had a horrible sense of déjà-vu. You stopped in your track and Jake could see you crack your knuckles. He grabbed your hands and made you look up at him. "Hey, talk to me. You used to tell me everything. So please, tell me what's wrong." He begged. "I can't be the same, something's changed, Jake." You bit your lower lip and shrugged. "No, nothing's changed. I'm still the same Jake, you're still the same Y/n. Everything's the same." You ran your tongue on your lips and looked up at him. "Why did you treat me differently? I need to know why you were so nice."

"Because you're my friend." He put his hands on your shoulders. "You're my friend, Y/n, and I care about you. I wished I could feel the same way as you do for me, so I wouldn't have hurt you the other day. You can't even imagine how bad I feel." He shut his eyes for a second before he heard your voice and felt his heart shatter. "Nobody ever treated me like you do. I thought it meant something." He immediately opened his eyes and stared severely at you. "What do you mean by 'nobody treated you like I do'?" He frowned. "You were so nice to me, always giving me stupid and cute nicknames and listening to every single word I say like you're actually interested in what I say. I just thought you were into me, I could almost see it in your eyes." You felt incredibly stupid but you really didn't want to lose Jake and you knew the only way to keep him in your life would be to talk to him. You were surprised when he pulled you into a crushing hug but rapidly wrapped your arms around him and tightened your grip on him. "I'm sorry nobody treated you the way you truly deserve. And I'm sorry I can't give you what you want from me."

"It's okay, Jake. It'll pass." You sighed against his chest. "If I can do anything to help you, tell me. If you need space and time, I'll give those to you." He went to lay a kiss on your head but stopped himself and instead just ran his fingers in your hair. "I just need my friend." You said and he genuinely smiled, happy to see you wouldn't leave him.

[madlittlecriminal]

Hiya babs! Really not doing too hot lately. Hope you're well though :) can I get a Miguel or Steven grant fic with a depressed reader? Love you lots and happy Halloween 🩵

You Don't Mean It...Right? ☾ Steven Grant × Depressed!GN!Reader

i haven't written for steven in forever & i miss writing for him. also, im so sorry this is a month late, love :(

Warnings: angst, mentions of lack of eating, mentions of not sleeping, mentions of isolation, reader does snap at steven and calls him a hypocrite, marc pays a visit in his mind & there's a indirect mention of jake (shows depiction of DID), FLUFFY ENDING I PROMISE

note: i don't have depression (not diagnosed), but i have two friends who are...let's just say May (in 2023) was a bad month for me. my brother also has depression & he has insomnia. if there's anything wrong, please correct me.

Steven wasn't happy. You weren't eating properly, and your sleep schedule was out of whack. Heck, sometimes you would go days without sleep, and it worried him. You'd even go as far as to isolate yourself and he couldn't take it anymore. "Love?" You moved your head, silently letting him know you were listening. "Are you sure you don't want to eat?" You shook your head and he sighed. "Love, you need to eat." You didn't move and he made his way towards you.

"What's the matter? Do you want to talk about it?" You say nothing. You scoot farther from him on the couch. Steven felt his heart break a little. He knew you weren't okay, but when you moved away from him as if he was poison, it hurt. "Alright, we won't talk, and you don't have to eat now. I'll say it for you for later, yeah? Just get some rest."

"I'm not tired." Steven sighed. "Darling, you haven't slept in days. Please, get some rest." You scoff. "Hypocrite." He was taken aback. "What?" He looked over at you with sad eyes. "You're telling me to sleep and eat when you don't even do it sometimes. You're a hypocrite." Steven froze at your words. "What?" Marc's voice echoed through Steven's head. He was also hurt by your words. He knew you weren't okay, especially because you never snapped at any of them, let alone Steven. "You don't mean that, love...do you?"

You blinked a few times before shaking your head and falling into his chest before crying. "I'm sorry." He hugs you tightly and rubs your back. "It's alright, love. Do you want to talk? Eat? Sleep?" You shook your head. "Can I just lay here with you for a bit?" He nodded. "Of course." You nuzzled into him and sighed. "I'm sorry for being so distant, Steven. I'm sorry for not eating or sleeping." He shook his head. "Don't apologize, darling. I know life can get in the way. I mean, you know better than anyone what goes on in my mind. People will think I'm bonkers, but you never did. You understood." You smiled softly. "And I love you all." Steven kisses the top of your head. "We love you too. Also, I'm sorry for not eating and sleeping sometimes too. I feel like I should apologize for that."

"I really didn't mean it when I called you a hypocrite." You say softly and he sighs. "I know, love. Just remember, if you ever want to talk about it, we're here and we'll listen." You smiled softly. "I got lucky with the three of you, didn't I?" He shrugged. "Not to sound shallow, but maybe you did." He whispered, causing you to snicker. "Hearing it from you is definitely something I have to get used to." He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. "Good because neither of us plan on leaving you."

[melissaeilishortega]

It's alright love

A/N so this is the one-shot that isn't finished should I continue it?

Summary: Reader and Billie have been dating for a while, the time has come for y/n to meet her family properly. Reader is very shy and stressed about it. Just a small cute thing :)

A/n: this is my first time writing a fanfic since my Danganronpa phase so 💀 also not spelled checked cause I ain't spell checking that. Also...it's Blondie but with our time iykwim like it's 2023 but it's Blondie cause Blondie 😍😍😍😍😍

The original request was very shy!reader but I feel like I did more very anxious!Reader so...

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Y/N POV:

It was three in the afternoon, I was resting my head on Billie's chest, cuddling and pressing soft kisses from time to time while listening to soft music. We were going to her parents house in a few hours and it's all I could think about. Billie and I have been dating for quite a few months but I've never got to know her family properly, I've always been too stressed and shy to ask anything or even talk to any of them.

"Are you okay love? You seem distracted." I hear Billie's soft voice say.

I've always struggled with my shyness. It was honestly a true miracle I started talking with Billie, she just makes me so...comfortable?

"Love?" She repeats.

I lift up my head looking straight in her eyes. How could someone have such beautiful eyes? How could someone be this beautiful to start with?

"Is it about the dinner with my family?" She whispers softly.

"I'm sorry bils, I don't know if I can." I answer, my anxiety is taking over even if I don't want it to.

"it's alright love, it's gonna be all good. Why are you so stressed?" She asks me. I can feel some sort of concern and confusion in her voice.

I sigh before admitting the truth. "I'm scared I'll embarrass myself because I'm too shy."

Billie giggles softly before putting one of her hands through my hair.

"Y/n look at me. I'm a literal copy of my brother but in different fonts and my parents are the sweetest and most caring people ever. You can't go wrong with them. Plus you've already seen them! Look, I'll always be next to you and you can hold my hand and squeeze it as much as you want or need. Deal?"

I smile softly at her words. I'm so glad I went to her party, I always wonder what would've happened if I never texted her happy birthday.

"deal."

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It was currently 5:47 and we were turning into the street. I was doing good ignoring my stress. Billie had her right hand on my thigh (I'm Canadian idk in what way yall drive in California) and I was simply resting with my eyes closed, listening to the sound of the rain mixed with the sound of Dragon's engine and Shark breathing very very loudly in my ears. Everything was going better until Billie turned in the driveway. The anxiety of embarrassing myself started settling in again I could tell Billie noticed since she started pressing down softly on my leg to try to calm my leg bouncing which had became more severe.

"want me to hold you?" Billie said before we got out of the car.

I nodded before pushing the door open. Billie ran to me with the umbrella, shark running behind her and I couldn't help but laugh at their cuteness. I felt her arms snake around my waist before feeling her soft lips kissing my shoulder. We walked up to the front door and Billie softly knocked on the door before opening it. She made me get in and shook the water off the umbrella before putting it down to hug her mom. Walking in here felt like walking in your grandparents house for brunch on a Saturday morning, all warm and cozy. When Billie pulls away, Maggie turns to face me before offering me a hug which I hesitantly but gladly take. I now know where Billie gets her hugs from.

"It's good seeing you again sweetie." Maggie says before pulling away from the hug.

"Uhm it's nice seeing you guys again too." I say quietly, looking at the floor. Shit. That sounded mean. At this point I'm holding Billie's hand so hard. The specific thing

I feel Billie's arms go around my waist again before kissing my shoulder again. We could hear Patrick, Finneas and Claudia having a chat in the living room. We could also hear Peaches and Shark playing together. (Does anyone knows Billie's other foster puppy's name?)

"wanna drop our stuff in my room and then join everyone?" Billie whispers in my ears.

"uh yeah, yeah." I say quietly, I just wanna disappear at this point.

I follow Billie to her room, I watch as she closes the door. She sits down on her bed before indicating me to sit down next to her. I sit down and I feel her hand on my thigh. I look at her smiling.

"it's okay to be shy babe." She says looking at me with a serious look on her face.

"they know you're shy honey. Look I'm gonna be with you the whole time, you can go chat with them once you've gotten more comfortable. It's alright love."

[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

Can I pleasee request a Lady Lesso x Never!student!reader platonic where the reader has a nightmare or something and Lady Lesso is making rounds through dormitories and notices the reader scared and confused and so she comforts her and stuff. Just angsty and fluffy and hurt/comfort. I love motherly Lesso.

Comatose- Lady LessoX NeverStudentReader (Platonic)

Synopsis: See ask :)

Warnings: Mentions of blood! Nightmares (night terrors) and being chased, descriptions of wounds, insecurities. Using some book descriptions. Please let me know if I missed anything! (I didn’t realize how much I used ‘darling’ until I reread it, sorry).

Word Count: 3.5k

A/n: I’m so happy for another request you have no idea. I LOVED this request so I hope I did it to your liking and I didn’t stretch it too much. I enjoyed writing this one and I also love motherly Lesso :). Reblogs, likes, and comments are all welcomed!

© This is my work, you have no right to repost my work for any reason without my explicit permission, all rights reserved.

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Your lungs were burning, rapidly inflating and deflating with each of your movements. Your feet were moving so fast you were practically flying.

But it wasn't fast enough.

You could feel everything and nothing at the same time. You could hear the blood coursing through your veins and the sound of the dirt and leaves crunching beneath your bare feet. The sound of your rapid breathing almost overpowering it all.

Mostly, you could hear them gaining on you, their boisterous steps creeping behind you. One foot right after the other. This was practically nothing for it, you knew that.

You would've gotten further if you hadn't tripped. On what it was, you didn't know. All you knew was that the half-second you were down was a half-second too long.

You could feel the blood trickling down your legs from your now injured knees, but it wasn't enough to get you to stop or slow. You were close to passing out from the lightheadedness you were feeling, the air rotating through your lungs too fast to make it to your head.

Don't. Stop. Running.

That's all you could think about. At least, that's what you tried to think about. Not the claw marks that now adorned your back, sliced through your pajamas.

You weren't too sure how you got to where you were, you were just in your dorm before this, right?

The vibrations from its steps grew stronger as it got closer, strong enough to make your running weak and you faltered once more. You tripped once again.

But what you didn't know, was that you weren't running in the forest but the school's corridors. And it wasn't a twig you tripped on but you had run into the corner of the corridor wall.

Your scream-like yelp would've attracted the attention of anyone and everyone if it wasn't in the early hours of the morning.

But it attracted the attention of one.

Lesso was on patrol in the South corridor when she heard an unknown noise in the East corridor. Your dormitory corridor was the West corridor, but you'd been running too fast around the school and you managed your way through the North corridor.

Lesso was beyond ready to catch a student out of bed past curfew, it had been far too long since she's had some fun in the Doom Room.

She set herself on a mission to uncover the source of the sound. Unbeknownst to her, she would walk right into it.

You could feel the breath of the creature on your wound, an unwelcome heat covering you. You couldn't see where you were going, the only thing you knew was that you just had to get away from where you were.

You desperately wanted to stop running, to breathe properly, but mainly you just wanted to sleep. To get back in your hardly comfortable Never bed, to return to a dreamless sleep. But you couldn't. Stop. Running.

You were sure you saw the end, the out of this hell maze you were suddenly in. But you were wrong. The claws pierced into your back, causing a scream to come from you as you crashed into the ground.

Only it wasn't the ground, but the Dean.

She hadn't even had enough time to be angry before she saw your terror-stricken face.

"No! No! Release me! Please!" You all but screamed with tears streaming down your face, the beast had finally captured you.

Or that's what you thought.

To say Lesso was confused would be an understatement. She placed her arms around you to attempt to stabilize your flailing form, but she wasn't doing too well.

"Y/n? Y/n, hey!" She had no idea what was going on, that is until she saw your glazed-over eyes.

Your horror-filled features looked at Lesso, but that's not what you saw. What you truly saw, she didn't know, but Lesso knew you would never look at her like that, at least she prayed to whatever creator that you never would.

"Please..." Your voice was frail. "Please let me go, I-I just want to go..." Lesso knew you weren't fully there but she wasn't fully sure how to get you to return either.

In a desperate attempt for your return, she placed two fingers on your temple. You weren't asleep exactly but you weren't awake. Maybe a slight jolt could bring you back. Lady Lesso had no other ideas.

At the slight shock to your temple, your vision cleared.

You weren't staring into the red eyes of a terrible beast anymore, but the Amethyst eyes of your Dean.

Seeing her shock and concern all tied into her features made you break down. Well, you were on the border of breaking down already, but at that moment you felt so safe.

"I, I just want to sleep..."

As you hid your face in the crook of her arms, the very arms that still held onto you tightly, she finally got a look at you.

Sweat covered nearly every inch of you, but that was the least of her worries. Both of your knees were significantly scraped and bleeding, the blood effortlessly running down your legs. Your entire left side was scraped and now bruised, the bruise covering practically your entire arm.

Lady Lesso didn't know if this was your doing, or the doing of another. It was almost too much to be self-inflicted.

"Y/n?" Lesso's voice was extremely soft and delicate, almost to the point where you couldn't hear it.

"Mhm." You hummed in acknowledgment, still desperately trying to catch your breath.

Lesso adjusted her hold on you, careful to not come into contact with your injuries. She knew you were finally lucid again. You stayed silent, waiting for her to continue but she hadn't yet.

She was waiting for your hyperventilating to die down, for your heart to stop vibrating, for you to calm down at least to a fraction of what you were currently at.

"Darling?"

"Yes?" Your breathing was still rapid but it was slow enough that you could finally speak.

"What- what was that?" Lesso was still trying to wrap her head around what happened.

You hid your face further into her, not caring that it was the Dean of Evil that you were hiding in.

"I, uh, I get nightmares..." You sheepishly answered.

That was a nightmare? Lesso knew you weren't present but she couldn't imagine a nightmare so bad it would cause you to end up bloody and bruised in her arms. How torturous it must to be be mentally and physically affected by a dream.

"Okay. Come with me, darling, I'll get you cleaned up."

She pulled you up, but your weak and pained body caused you to nearly collapse again. And you would've if it weren't for Lesso catching you last minute.

Your knees couldn't keep from buckling and your feet were sore from running.

Lesso practically carried you all the way to her office, luckily her office wasn't too far.

Though you were finally present, you still weren't really there. The exhaustion from not technically sleeping was blatantly obvious. Lesso set you down on her couch, the one in front of her fireplace, as she summoned a bunch of first aid supplies for you.

She could see the way you stared through her into nothingness, the large bags under your eyes that wouldn't budge.

She lit the fireplace with a wave of her hand, hoping to rid you of the goosebumps on your skin.

"Y/n?" She attempted again.

"Hmm?" You responded but you didn't move.

"When was the last time you actually slept? A night's sleep without a nightmare, I mean." Lesso wasn't sure if every nightmare involved your body being physically awake.

"Uh, how long have I uh, been at the school?"

Lesso frowned at your question but thought on it for a moment, "About three years, why?"

"Then it's been, four years." You didn't even blink as you spoke, and Lesso's heart ached for you.

A part of her was pleased that it wasn't the school that caused them, but she wished she knew about them sooner. After all, these weren't just nightmares.

Lesso wasn't sure what to say, so she said nothing. She grabbed some antiseptic on a cloth and began wiping your wounds clean.

Only at the sting of the cleaner did you break out of your trance-like state, a wince coming from you as you pull your knee back from Lesso.

She abruptly looked at you, "I apologize, but I have to clean your wounds so they don't get infected." You blinked a few times before giving your knee back to her, allowing her to continue.

"Sorry..." You shyly added.

"There's no need for you to be sorry, darling." She responded, tossing the blood and dirt-soiled cloth into the fire before grabbing a fresh one. "Have you told anyone about these?" She continued to work on cleaning up your wounds.

"Uh no, I haven't. But they weren't always this bad." You watched as she switched to your other knee, eyes closing in anticipation of the sting.

"Maybe I could help." You looked at her curiously, not expecting her to want to help.

"You'd do that?"

She paused, looking up at you with a soft smile, "I would, it wouldn't hurt to try. Has there been any times when you last remember not having a nightmare in these last few years?"

You thought about it for a second. And there was.

But you couldn't tell her.

Your cheeks reddened and you began to retreat into yourself, you shook your head at her question.

But it was clear she didn't believe you.

Her look narrowed, expecting the truth from you, "Yes there is. What is it, darling?" You knew she only wanted to help.

And damn were you aching for a good night's sleep.

Your voice was small, "I had a sleepover with my friend a little while back, and I didn't have a nightmare."

"Ah," Now it made sense why you were quick to hide this admission. "Nothing to be ashamed of, darling."

Lesso knew just what you needed, and at your shocked and confused face, she also knew that you wanted it too but couldn't bring yourself to ask for it.

"A-are you sure? I mean, I'm just a measly-"

"That's enough," She gently yet sternly cut you off. "If that's what you need, there's no harm in at least trying it."

You wanted to argue, but you wanted to sleep more.

Lesso finished up your knees with a bandage, knowing that you'd likely need them to be changed in the morning. Well, later morning.

You were confused when she sat beside you but didn't even look at your face.

When you realized she was looking at your arm, your line of sight shifted to look at what she was seeing.

A gasp involuntarily left you when you saw bruised whelps already on your arm. It was never this bad. She gently grabbed your arm to examine the marks closer.

"I'm assuming you ran into the corridor walls or maybe you fell on this side, I'm not entirely sure." She answered the question you hadn't yet voiced.

Your face contorted in pain as she cleaned this would too, adamant about preventing infection, "I'm sorry, darling, I must. Luckily, it's not too bad here like on your knees." You only nodded at her words.

She still wrapped your arm, knowing it'll help keep it clean.

You released a breath of relief as she finally ceased her actions, with nothing left to clean.

"What about my back?" You asked.

She moved to get a look at your back, "It's not bleeding or anything, is it sore?"

You were confused.

"But? It got clawed?" Now Lesso was confused too.

"May I?" Lesso asked in reference to your shirt, wanting to know if there was an injury that she couldn't see.

You nodded and allowed her to get a look, she lifted your shirt and then spoke, "I'm not seeing any marks or anything here, darling."

Your brows furrowed in silent questioning.

"Darling, would you like to tell me about this nightmare?" She gently asked, replacing your shirt to how it was before.

"It's the same few dreams but lately it's the same one," You looked at Lesso, seeing the concern and care in her features. "I'm in bed and then I'm suddenly in a forest running from a beast. But, at some point, I trip or it claws me and I get caught. Sometimes it's both."

That's when it clicked for Lesso, and a feeling of relief came to her when you weren't looking at her like a monster but you were actually looking at a beast.

"I'm sorry, darling, I'm sure that's exhausting,"

"It is, but I don't think I've ever actually gotten out of bed and started running outside of my dream before..."

"Well, sometimes these horrors can be so powerful and unpredictable that it is indeed possible. I've just never seen it to your extent."

You sighed in disappointment, thinking that you'd never be rid of these nightly horrors.

"Don't give up on me yet, darling. There's something we've yet to try." She placed her hand on your shoulder.

You looked into her eyes, mouth open but she didn't allow you to speak, "Yes, I am sure. You need some sleep." You simply blinked and nodded in acceptance.

Lesso can see the pure exhaustion that practically coated your face.

"Okay, come on, time for bed." She stood up and pulled your tired form with her.

You coyly followed beside her, never had you thought that you'd end up sleeping alongside the Dean. But at this point, if it helped you sleep you didn't care what it was, you'd do it.

You just hoped that this was, indeed, going to help.

"Is there anything you'd need?" You just shook your head. "Okay, go ahead and get comfortable, darling,"

Before Lesso could finish, she saw your concerned and scared look, "Not to worry, I just need to change first. I'll return, I promise."

You only nodded again, too tired to actually speak.

"Good, I'll be back in a moment."

As she turned into her bathroom to change, you took a quick glance around her quarters. You knew you probably shouldn't, it is an invasion, but you couldn't help it.

You were slightly surprised to see the room littered with books everywhere, an occasional candle placed in different places, but it was oddly warm for a Never dormitory. Must come with being the Dean, you thought.

You would've looked a little more but it was dark and you were more tired than curious at the moment.

You sheepishly moved to the bed, and the reality of the situation begin to set in. You moved from the edge to lay on the far side of the bed, not yet moving to be under the covers.

Once Lesso finally exited the bathroom, she was expecting you to be all bundled up in the duvet but was confused to see you sitting up with your legs crossed.

"Darling, you do know that you're allowed in the bed right?"

"I, uh, yeah, I do." You practically whispered.

She nodded, beginning to come to the bed, "Good, so maybe it would help if you did that." She raised her brow.

You looked at your fidgeting fingers, "Y-yeah, sorry." You scurried up and off the bed.

Only then did Lesso realize her mistake, "Darling no, I'm sorry. It's alright, come on, just get comfortable so you can finally get some rest." She came up beside you and lifted the corner of the duvet beside you.

You wordlessly got in the bed, instantly enjoying the softness of the sheets. Lesso couldn't help but smile as she saw you pull the duvet up under your chin and snuggle further into the bed.

She was always proud of you but was always confused. She knew there was something off and she finally knew what. Every day, you put on a facade, one that showed you being energized and happy. And that wasn't the case.

Lesso got into her side of the bed, just ready for slumber herself.

"Lady Lesso?" You whispered.

"Yes, darling?"

She could sense the embarrassment in your voice, the shyness not hiding, "Would it be alright if- actually never mind." You realized halfway through asking that you were being ridiculous.

Asking the Dean of Evil? Asking her if you could rest against her? How idiotic you thought.

"Darling, the answer will never be a yes if you never ask." Lesso had a feeling of what you were asking but if you wanted it then you can ask for it.

She knew that she shouldn't be so vigorous with you right now, but she's still the Dean of Evil and can't help it.

A soft sigh came from you, you just wanted to sleep, "Could I, would it be okay if I rested closer beside you?" Your voice was just above a whisper and you instantly were ready for the no to come.

But it didn't.

"Of course, you can." You were stunned but you kept quiet and shuffled closer to the Dean.

You instantly enjoyed and relaxed in her warmth as you came up just beside her.

Lesso didn't think you were being serious when you asked to rest near her, but you were. You stopped just shy of touching her. Lesso couldn't have that.

"Come on, I don't bite." She raised her arm and wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you to actually rest on her.

You kind of froze, not expecting her to do that, but it lasted a mere moment before you practically melted into her embrace, sleep finally coming to you once more.

Lesso didn't admit it but she could feel you fight the sleep off, every time you drifted off you flinched back awake. She still hated this for you, hating that sleep was so hard for you.

It wasn't the nightmare you were afraid of, it was the potential of hurting Lesso. But it got to the point where fighting sleep was becoming too difficult, so against your wishes you gave in.

You finally allowed yourself to sleep.

And you were glad you did.

Lesso knew that the moment you allowed yourself to sleep that she could finally sleep herself, only once she was sure you were safe.

And for the first time in years, the first time in who knows how long, you slept without interruptions.

No nightmare, for the first time in ages.

You woke up with ease, not in a cold sweat. You woke up to the sun, not to pain and screams. You actually slept well.

You were distracted by a sound, and at that moment is when you realized you were alone.

You were confused about how you slept through her getting out of bed. What time was it?

When Lesso came back in, she was pleasantly surprised to see you awake.

"Am I late? Did I miss my first class?" You shot up, now suddenly worried. You couldn't miss class.

Lesso felt bad at your reaction, "Well, yes, you missed all of your classes." She saw your look shift into horror. "Don't worry, I excused you from your classes today. I decided that you needed your sleep." She left no room for any debate.

"Uh, what time is it?"

Lesso glanced at a clock in the corner of her room, "It looks to be about 6 pm."

"6 pm?!" You couldn't believe it, you hadn't slept over 12 hours in a long time.

"I have a dinner waiting for you just in my office, that's actually why I came back in, to see if you were in fact still alive." She joked though you were still taking things in.

"Thank you,"

She nodded, "It's not a problem."

You looked her in the eyes, "No, I mean, thank you. For last night. It, it really helped."

A simple smile came to her face, "I'm glad it helped," She was proud to be the one that helped you.

You got out of bed to enjoy the meal that was graciously brought for you. You were beyond grateful for Lady Lesso, she helped you more than you could have ever imagined.

Lesso watched on as you ate your meal, she could see that there was something that you wanted to say, to ask maybe, but decided against it. She could see just how grateful you were, it was clear in the way you showed her a smile.

At that moment, you didn't realize that your future nights were set to be shared with the Dean again. Maybe you could work your way to be able to sleep on your own, but Lesso knew that won't be anytime soon.

And she didn't mind.

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[iamnotoriginalphil]

Never Again (Rumplestiltskin x Reader)

Synopsis: A near death experience leads to feelings being revealed.

Words: 959

Warnings: Almost death, discussions of dying

AN: So I was watching season 2 again and I couldn't shake this scenario from my mind when watching 2x16. So uh... yeah, I wrote it.

His words kept echoing through your mind. Sitting at Grannies, your hands wrapped around what was once a hot cup of cocoa, you couldn’t shake it. You’d begged him, but nothing had persuaded him. The click of the phone disconnecting still rang in your ears. 

“Goodbye (Y/N).”

You knew that was going to be the last time you ever heard from him. The thought of never hearing his voice again made your eyes well with tears. He’d refused to tell you where he was holed up, had denied you the ability to be there with him. You wanted to be. And now the sorrow had frozen you in this booth, unable to get out and search for him. 

You pressed the rim of the cup to your lips. Long fingers plucked it from your grip before the now cold liquid could slip into your mouth. You looked up, finding Ruby looking down at you. 

“I can’t let you drink that,” she said.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Alright, something is clearly wrong,” she said, “you’ve been sitting here for hours staring into this mug like it’s going to tell you your future.”

You looked up at her, blinking back the tears threatening to fall.

“You know how Emma and Gold went to New York?” you asked. She nodded, “well, something happened.”

“What do you mean something happened?” she asked.

“Hook, he followed them and he, uh, he poisoned Gold,” you said, brushing away a tear from your cheek. 

“Well they’ll find a cure for it, right?” she asked.

“He says he’s dying.” You bit back a sob, “he won’t tell me where he is. He just… hung up on me.”

“Oh I’m sure he-” she began to say until you cut her off. 

“But I guess that’s just proof that he doesn’t feel the same way about me, right? I know everyone knows, I'm really bad at hiding it. I just thought, recently, maybe… Guess I was wrong.”

“I don’t know if-” she tried again.

“At least I never did anything to properly embarrass myself like confessing my feelings to him. Plausible deniability.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t have-” she attempted one last time. 

“Just as long as this isn’t some twisted way of sparing my feelings. Faking his death to get out of, I don’t know, being my friend even. That would just be such a douchebag move. But I have to assume it’s true since we haven’t seen Emma or Snow or David since they got back. That says something is actually happening, right?” 

You turned your eyes on her, begging her to tell you this wasn’t some trick. The thought that he could fake his death like that, make you grieve, all to avoid dealing with your feelings for him when he didn’t reciprocate, that was too much for you to handle. 

“Of course it does,” she said, “but honey, they’re right outside if you want to ask them.”

You turned in your seat. A small group of people, recognisable even in the dark of the night. But one notable figure was missing and they hardly looked like a happy bunch of people. Your heart sank. 

You stood, stumbling out of the booth. The bell jingled as you exited Granny’s, Ruby calling after you. Your breath was tight in your chest as you stepped out into the street. 

A thump and scuffed footsteps drew your attention away from the family. You froze. 

Striding down the street, looking as if he’d never been healthier, Gold was staring you down. Your eyes roved over him. His jacket had been discarded and his shirt was unbuttoned enough to be able to see the column of his neck and his collarbone. It made you feel hot all over while you tried to figure out what was going on. He wasn’t dying. He was right there. He seemed fine. 

He was… right in front of you. 

He murmured your name as his cane clattered to the ground. He grasped your face in both hands, pulling you into him. His lips crashed against yours in a searing kiss. It took a moment for your brain to catch up with what was happening but when it did you flung your arms around him, holding him close. 

He sighed into your mouth, fingers tangling in your hair. You pressed yourself against him, wondering how his kisses could be better than you’d ever imagined. Heat coursed through your body, your heart fluttering. He drew away, still close enough for his breath to fan over his face, entwined together. 

“I thought you were dying,” you whispered.

“I was,” he replied, “I believed I was never going to see you again.”

“And you didn’t want that?” you asked.

“I never want to go another day without seeing you,” he murmured.

“I don’t…” You shook your head, “I thought you didn’t feel the same way about me.”

“Looks like you were wrong, dearie,” he said.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” you requested.

In reply he kissed you. It didn’t answer your question but it was a good enough distraction that all thought flew from your head. You’d happily spend the rest of your life kissing him. It was all you needed. 

“Come on, sweetheart,” he said when he’d distracted you enough, “it’s late. Allow me to take you home.” 

“Will you tell me what happened when we get there?” you asked, stooping to pick up his cane. Your fingers brushed together when you handed it over. He smiled at you, soft and sweet, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“If that is what you desire,” he said.

You looped your arm through his, all thoughts of anyone else forgotten. 

“It is,” you replied.

“Then that’s what we shall do.”

[cr0w-covered0n-m0ss]

Its 4:11 am i have not sleept and English is not my first language so if something is wrong or too much of a occ I'm sorry, i just had to make something of this, again it will make no sense and I'm still learning how to properly write and narrate,if you have a tip or something i would really treasure it

Even a Watcher is being Watched

-"BECAUSE IM ME"- Those simple words came out of the mouth of the dirty blond boy muffled by his closed teeth,he was angry, not at "tim" for confronting him, no no, he couldn't anyhow, he was mad at himself.

He was mad that not even he, a watcher, A god, being of chaos, creator of the so-called "Death games", that he as powerful as can be is still a cursed soul.

When grian first noticed was on the first day, on the first game, when he accidentally killed scar, although grian didn't tough of it for the first few days, it become more and more clear how no matter how much he tried to keep scar safe, it will bounce back, to the point in where it was a red and green duo, the duo that destroyed its own home, in where grian was forced to kill that same man, the man he screamed at to put some clothes on and be more protected, the man who'm he promised loyalty to, and the man he loved most, just that; kill him with his own fists, on the remains of his desert, close to a grave.

He never will forget the pain it caused to kill that man, the man who didn't hit grian even tho he was "betraying" him.

Pain knowing that Scar was willing to let grian take his life away from home.

The blood on his knuckles, the phantom feeling of his hugs, of grian's fist against scar's face.

Thats why even if it was for 10 seconds of that pain, he could not take it and decided to take his own life.

The second time was also to that cat-loving-guy, he told him to not be together again and that "everything that happend before does not matter now".

At that point he understood that those events where part of his curse, like Jimmy's,just that not so obvious, yet again on his ignorance,thinking that he could break it on a heartbeat,but no. He hurted the brunette and himself with those lying word's, and not just Scar but also his teammates, mostly Mumbo, who he made sure to take out the "game" taking once again the life of someone he loved with his whole heart.

The feeling was more bearable now, and that made grian feel sick.

The thrirth game was one of the hardest

As someone might think, being the soulmate of the person you first loved and abandoned is not a easy thing.

He tried to be as cold enough, to drive Scar away but it didn't budge, he just forgave grian and continued to be at his side, that something grian never got happy for.

And yet again he managed to hurt Scar one more time, on the search of something, someone else, he found a second-fake-soulmate; He and BigB called themself's "secret soulmates" even tho the secret part did not last more than a few days before Scar overheard them, hearing how grian was with someone else, doing all the things he wished grian to be with him.

Yet never said anything directly, just that one chance for grian to be truthfull with some "cookies", a painful reminder for the avian of what they used to be, and a reminder of the fact that he should not be griving over the thing he destroyed.

Not to mention the death of his secret soulmate, and his own soulmate being because of grian's own recklessness.

On the forth game it was more easy to deal with at least on the beginning it was, he got to see scar over the distance, and got a small group "bad boy's" he was happy for a while, even played as a watcher making more boogie's, to not "being sastificed with how fast the kill was made"

Grian's was feeling a little bit better over his curse, even Tim was having improvment's not dying first.

He even forgot about it, everything was going as good as it could, alies and enemy's not being that apart, for both good and bad. He made shinenigans and even a few good moments with his teammates.

That until that day, the day grian killed both of "his boy's", one was not his fault or so grian says to not get over the fact that both curses are coming back.

The other one was also an accident, people knew him too well, they knew that he could not get over a button unpressed. Yet it backfired for Lizzie pearl, and himself

Once again killing one of his teammate, close to his death.

And to no other than the "canary of death" the so-called "Death omen" even, his almost brother, bestfriend and also someone he loved and adored.

He could not forgive himself for doing it again, and for being sickeningly happy for it.

Grian never understood how his watcher's feelings and his more "humane" feelings could co-exist and yet they did, creating even more wilt on his already dying heart.

[sydneyadmu]

13 for rebelcaptain pls

thank you for your prompt! 💛

#13 - things you said at the kitchen table

notes: this is supposed to take place about 8 months after scarif (because of course they lived). I’m open to nice constructive criticism and feedback since I’m not much of a writer but I’m trying my best. I also apologize for any eventual grammar mistakes!! hope you like it

The first mission day in Ord Mantell was a nice one: the rebel contacts were there just in time with no surprises and the supplies they came for would be ready in a few days. The most surprising part (and a very welcome one) was the safe house they were offered to say: a very cozy apartment in a quiet part of the city, with a large bedroom, ‘freshers with real showers and hot water, and a well-equipped kitchen.

Jyn excused herself to clean up while Cassian stayed in the kitchen, organizing the food they both brought from the market near their place and choosing some ingredients to cook dinner. He was delighted to see the large space there as well as all the items that he could use: there's been a long time since he was able to cook a real meal with fresh vegetables and he was looking forward to getting to work.

Cassian told Jyn a few times how much he enjoyed cooking but he never had the time or the place to do it properly. While she was showering, he set himself in the kitchen and started to prepare one of his favorite dishes (and he hoped she liked it as much as he did). He gave her a soft smile as she entered the kitchen a few minutes later with her damp hair out of its usual bun and her face with a soft shade of pink from the hot water.

She looked relaxed and comfortable while sitting on the little table near the stove, asking him about how he learned to cook, what are his favorite dishes and also if he could ever teach her how to do some stuff since she never had the opportunity to learn. Cassian told her he would teach her some things while they were staying in the safe house since it would not be possible in the rebel base and the happiness in her eyes during their conversation made the situation look so domestic. He wondered, for a moment, how things would be when the war was over. Would Jyn want to live in a quiet place and have a nice house? Would she have anyone else teaching her how to cook?

His divagations were interrupted by the smell coming from the pan, informing him the food was ready. He got two soup plates from the cabinet and served them both, joining her on the table. Jyn’s eyes went wide as she saw the food and she spend a couple of moments in silence contemplating it with her spoon in hand without saying a word.

“Jyn? Is everything okay?” Cassian tried to sound casual but he couldn't hide the little worried tone from his voice. He wondered if something was wrong, if maybe he said something that made her upset or if she was suddenly feeling unwell.

When she looked up, he could see that her eyes were a little teary as if she was holding back some tears, and hearing her unsteady voice, he was sure that something happened to her.

“It's fine. I... it's just that I don’t remember the last time I did this. I mean, just sat down in a nice place and ate a home-cooked meal someone made for me. I think I forgot how was it. To be honest I thought it would never happen again for a long time and now I got a little... Sorry, I promise you it's okay.” She gave him a sad smile and finally began to eat.

They both ate in silence and the weight of her words was soon getting to him. He knew Jyn had to live on her own for years and her life has not been easy but the thought of her not having a nice place to stay or a good meal to eat for so long broke his heart. Cassian couldn't promise her many things but he wanted to make her happy, to make her feel cared for, no matter if it was about gathering an army for her mission or just making her dinner. He wanted her to feel at home.

After a few minutes, Jyn was the one to break the silence with a satisfied smile and a playful tone. “This is delicious, Cassian. But now that I really know how good you are at this, I'll ask you to cook in every opportunity we have.”

Without thinking, he grabbed her hand that was laying on the table and looked at her eyes. “I would love to cook for you anytime, Jyn. And I'll be happy to teach you a couple of things as well. I enjoy cooking for myself when I have the chance but it's always so much better to share with an important person, you know?”

Jyn just locked her gaze at him for a moment, as if she was thinking about her next words but, in the end, she just nodded and smiled, gently caressing his hand. They ate the rest of their meal in silence still holding hands and enjoying each other’s presence and Cassian hoped she had the same feeling of home he had whenever they were together.

[littlest-world]

Reunion

Lirr was tired and the house he stopped in seemed safe, so he decided to rest there for the night. Maybe he'll even stay to live here if the tenant isn't too dangerous...

Erin was tired when he finally got home. It was a long day and he almost decided to skip dinner and just go straight to bed. Almost.

Lirr stood on the kitchen table when he heard the door open. He rushed to hide, but just as he got down to the floor he felt a giant's footsteps getting closer, and in a moment the kitchen lights were switched on.

Erin almost stepped on the tiny figure on the floor before he noticed them, and he immediately forgot about all of his troubles. His mind refused to focus on anything other than the tiny person.

Lirr stopped running after the giant almost stepped on him. He looked up and saw the giant just staring at him with some surprise... But something was wrong, a thought formed in the back of his mind, a realization. Recognition.

Erin saw the shocked expression spreading on the tiny's face, and knew that they won't be running anytime soon. He hesitated for a moment before trying to reassure them. "Hey, it's okay, I won't hurt you." Erin spoke quietly and softly, trying to cause the least amount of distress that he could. "I don't want to scare you, but I need to move you somewhere higher so I won't step on you accidentally..." He crouched down and put his hands behind his back, far from the tiny.

Erin's words only served to confuse Lirr. Why is he trying to reassure him like that? Didn't he...? He couldn't have- Lirr refused to accept the idea, but as Erin continued trying to look harmless and trustworthy he couldn't deny the reality of the situation. Erin forgot.

Erin watched as the shock turned to confusion. That wasn't the result he hoped for, but at least the tiny wasn't afraid of him. He waited patiently for a reaction, but the tiny just looked at him with an expression he couldn't quite read.

"Four years..." Lirr's voice was hoarse when he finally spoke, and he practically mumbled the two words, but he saw how Erin tensed up upon hearing them. "Is that all it takes to forget?"

Erin's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the tiny person properly to identify him. As if the voice wasn't enough. "Lirr?" He heard the anger in Lirr's words, and although he tried to ignore it he couldn't help but be ashamed of himself. How could he fail to recognize his own brother? Erin tried to push the guilt away as he reached a hand out, and carefully picked up Lirr before standing upright.

Lirr didn't usually mind getting picked up by Erin, but right now... For a single moment he was repulsed by the idea, disgusted at the memory of Erin's sweaty palm. But Erin picked him up, and his hand wasn't sweaty, and Lirr remembered that the last time Erin held him in a sweaty hand was when he was ten, and the moment passed.

A needle pierced Erin's heart at Lirr's almost unnoticeable flinch. His own brother didn't- "Why are you here?" He asked the first question that came to mind.

Lirr saw the effect his words had on Erin and he regretted them already. He could tell that Erin was tired, and just didn't recognize him immediately. And when he heard Erin's shaky voice he felt ashamed of himself for making his brother feel so bad, especially so when considering the news he was bringing... "Why do you think?" He asked softly, silently apologizing for his previous accusation.

Erin's heart sank. No. No. No no no, it's not that bad, it can't be, they are safe. They have to be. "Mom and dad...?" He tried to ask anyway, too afraid of the answer to finish the question.

"They were on the opposite side of the building when we were busted... I- I don't know what happened to them..." Lirr gripped Erin's thumb in a failed attempt to calm himself and Erin down as his world was beginning to shake. "I'm sorry."

No. No, no! Erin brought his hand with Lirr in it to his chest and covered it with his other hand, as if he was trying to stop it's shaking. "No..." His voice wasn't even a whisper.

"It's okay," Lirr tried to sound calm and reassuring as he felt his brother beginning to cry, "at least we've found each other... We're together now, and-" Lirr suddenly found himself unable to speak as Erin pressed him firmly to his chest. It wasn't the best or most comfortable hug that Lirr had received from his brother, but he didn't mind. Erin needed this, and frankly he did too.

[uridestiny]

The Warrior of the Moon Chapter 16: Crossing paths again

Previous chapter:

https://www.tumblr.com/uridestiny/743783186468864000/the-warrior-of-the-moon-chapter-15-the-life-of-an?source=share

Before I could understand what was happening I ran towards the direction of the sound, and saw a person on his knees trying to stand before a group of Chigoes, I took out my bow and aimed first at the ground to try to scare away the creatures, but they only jumped a little to back away and continued hitting the person. I had no choice, and aimed directly at its weak point between the creatures' spine and head, and killed two of them.

More appeared, but I shot my arrows and hit some of them with my bow to move them away from the injured person, I stood in front of him with the intention of protecting him and continued shooting arrows, although some of these gave a critical hit, others of my arrows fell to the ground because the Chigoes avoided them. But thanks to the Twelve, I was able to kill most of them and the rest fled.

I returned my attention to the wounded man and extended my hand to use a healing spell that Aaron taught me to use some time ago, the man flinched at the touch of my Aether on him, but slowly seemed to recover.

¨Thank you, I would have died if you hadn't arrived... I owe you one...¨

When he got up, I believed at that moment that life was playing with me, and it seemed that I was not the only one surprised by this coincidence or perhaps some game of the gods.

¨You!¨ Elwin exclaimed, surprised to see me "You're the girl from yesterday!"

"My name is Destiny" I told him bluntly, it's not that it really bothers me that people don't remember my name, but it does make me uncomfortable that they address me as "the girl."

It was a few awkward seconds, but suddenly Elwin let out a small laugh, I didn't really understand why he found it funny, unless...

¨You came here and saved my life... As if it were more than a mere coincidence, it's as if it were ¨Destiny¨ that you arrived at this time and place¨

Yeah... He really said it, that was always my classmates' favorite joke when I finished my basic education when I lived in Sharlayan.

I kept a stoic expression at his mockery of my name, at this point it no longer bothered me to hear people mock my name, but it did seem inappropriate that he could say something like that when a moment ago his life was in danger; At least it gave me the peace of mind that he is in a good mood.

"My apologies; I'm so sorry, I just... I couldn't help but bring up this pun" Elwin said, wiping away the tears of laughter, and then he bowed with the intention of showing an apology, but I couldn't really take it seriously.

“How are your wounds?” I was looking a way to change the subject. "I could only apply a simple healing spell to you, but I think it would be best to find a safe place to care for you properly."

Elwin seemed surprised by my words and I noticed how he looked closely at my face, I couldn't decipher what he was thinking so I asked him.

¨Is something wrong?¨

He shook his head and looked south. ¨We are near Bentbranch Meadows, we can rest there.¨

¨Do you think you can walk?¨ I asked him, I noticed how his right leg had some notable cuts and there was still dried blood on his pants.

"I'm fine, I can support myself with the staff" he said, taking out his magic conjurer's staff.

I shook my head and stood next to him, taking his arm and placing it on top of my shoulders.

“Don't be stubborn” I reprimanded him. "Your magic staff will break before you can take 4 steps forward, lean on me, we will get there quickly and you will save your staff."

He looked uncomfortable, but then sighed, giving up trying to make an excuse or deny helping him; Although I met him yesterday, at this moment he seemed little like the enthusiastic boy I met yesterday, but I assumed at the time that he was feeling bad about his injuries. The people outside Bentbranch Meadows met us and helped Elwin be treated for his injuries, I stayed with him until he was moved to another room.

I stayed outside waiting for him to come out, they would probably have to use a more advanced healing spell or they would recommend taking potions, in any case, it would be a quick recovery. As time passed, I focused my attention on the chocobos in the barn, while some were sleeping peacefully on the hay, others who were awake whistled happily as their keepers fed them or stroked their feathers.

Seeing the chocobos reminded me of Koro, although Adrien preferred to leave his chocobo in the Adder's Nest stables, this meant I couldn't see it as often, I hope next time I can see it.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the door open and saw Elwin come out accompanied by an Alchemist who gave him two potions with a bright blue liquid, I saw his leg and it looked better than it did a few bells ago.

When I took my attention away from the chocobos, I approached Elwin and noticed that the sun's rays were in a different position than a while ago, it was already noon.

Elwin noticed me approaching him and showed a smile.

"They told me that it was nothing serious; they asked me to drink liquids and if my body hurt, to take these potions."

¨That’s good news¨ I responded and showed a small smile.

He put the potions back in his backpack and ran a hand behind his neck, scratching his head.

¨Thank you again for helping me, I feel ashamed that you had to come save me after I accepted the task of eliminating the small pest that Mother recommended...¨ He lowered his hand and looked serious. "I would like to make it up to you for putting you through these problems, what would you like?"

I looked at him perplexed, my original intention was to look for him to ask the same question, after all, he offered his service as an adventurer and I didn't pay him.

¨In fact... I came here for that reason¨ I wanted to clarify the issue and staying silent wouldn't solve it.

After explaining to him that my intention today was to look for him and pay him for his help yesterday, I also told him that I went with Mother Miounne to ask questions about the payments to the adventurers and his possible current location, she guided me to look for him at Bentbranch Meadows.

When I finished explaining, there was another silence between us... And then he burst into laughter; This was the second time he started laughing suddenly and I didn't know if that was normal for him, or if he had lost his mind.

"It's really ironic in my opinion." He said trying to catch his breath. "You came looking for me to pay me, but now I want to pay you"

Yeah, it is somewhat unusually ironic that we both now wish to repay a debt for helping each other, but I am not like him, I am not an adventurer who should be paid for their services.

"That means we're even" Elwin said as he straightened up and showed a big smile.

¨Wait¨ Now everything had become confusing. "When you agreed to help me, I couldn't give you anything in return for helping me. Aren't the rules as an adventurer supposed to say that I have to give something in return if I ask for help or a favor?"

"But it wasn't necessary, I didn't want you to pay me" Elwin said, maintaining his smile and with his characteristic shine in his eyes. ¨Do you remember what I told you yesterday? When you said you didn't have a way to pay me, I told you We'll figure it out later, my intention was to tell you later that it wasn't necessary for you to pay me.¨

It didn't seem fair to me, I felt my eyes widen at his confession, but something had me baffled.

¨You never told me not to pay you... You left shortly after my brother looked at you...¨

Elwin seemed nervous and looked away when I mentioned my brother.

¨It's just... I was in a hurry.¨ He looked uncomfortable; when I understood that probably my brother's intimidating look towards the strangers with me must have scared him, but I wasn't going to admit it.

¨But if you are very worried about paying me, don't worry, you saved my life and I consider that a sufficient payment.¨ Elwin said, looking at me again and trying to smile.

¨It was a mere coincidence that I saved your life...¨ I said, my intention was to get to Bentbranch Meadows to wait for him there, but thanks to my ears with good hearing sense, I was able to find him, it was almost like pure luck that I was there to save him. "Besides, you don't owe me anything, I'm not an adventurer like you."

Elwin seemed surprised at my words, he looked around and put a hand behind his neck, then his gaze focused on a person near a guard post.

¨I have an idea.¨ He pointed to the person near the guard post. "Let's do a task together and get a reward to divide between us, this way we both win"

It didn't seem like a bad idea to me and considering that an adventurer constantly lived off the tasks and help he provided to others, Elwin was not yet in good condition to fight, if he wanted to continue working for today, he required support and... I wouldn't have the heart of leaving him alone.

¨Okay, I'll help you¨ I crossed my arms and agreed, Elwin smiled gently, I thought it was nice.

We both walked towards the person who was handing out some small tasks in the area, and we agreed to do a task that asked us both to guard the territory and look for enemies, defeat them and keep them away from the populated area, the reward offered for such work was a 400 gil sack and a piece of mage armor.

I thought it would be an easy task when we agreed, but some beasts turned out to be very stubborn and generated heavy damage, it was difficult for me to dodge them in time because I didn’t know their movements, and even my arrows tended to fail in precision to deliver a critical hit, but thanks to the support of Elwin with his healing magic, I was able to stand firm and as a team we were able to defeat the beasts.

Before we could retreat, Elwin caught a glimpse of something in the distance and we found a treasure chest, I was amazed at the discovery, and Elwin explained to me that sometimes when you face certain strong enemies, they tend to protect small treasures that can be beneficial for adventurers, but you had to be careful, because he would not be the only adventurer looking for challenges to find the treasures that the beasts protect.

The treasure we found had two pairs of earrings, one pair sparkled with red crystals and the other sparkled with white crystals. Elwin put away the treasure and we headed back to the man who gave us the task, and presented the evidence of our job well done. He congratulated us and gave us our reward.

With the reward in our hands, we decided to take a break by buying a drink with the money we got, one for me and one for him. We still had 300 gil left in the bag, which was still good news.

Then Elwin decided to distribute the reward, he gave me the gil sack and also gave me a pair of earrings with red crystals. I wasn't waiting for him to give me the earrings, but that meant he would only keep the armor piece and the other pair of white crystal earrings. Then he took out a small bag from his pants and took out 50 gil and then gave it to me in my hand.

¨This is for the drink I bought for myself using the reward money, I hope this is okay with you¨ He said while placing the white earrings in his ears.

I stopped to think if this was what he face every day to live as an adventurer... Although Mother Miounne had previously explained to me what adventurers do; to receive and face other adventurers, it was difficult to believe that they agreed to this lifestyle, because that would mean that they would be unstable and the idea of having a normal life with what they do would be considerably difficult. What would motivate someone to become an adventurer?

“Elwin, can I ask you something?” I said as I put the gil he gave me into the new bag they gave me recently.

He nodded his head, bending down a little to check his leg, Elwin's frown made me realize that he still has pain even when he looks healed.

¨What motivated you to become an adventurer?¨

At my question, he looked up and left his leg, his eyes were open and at first he seemed to have the intention to speak, but he bit his lip a little and looked away, he seemed hesitant to tell me, but I didn't want to pressure him into telling me.

I bowed my head slightly, I thought I had touched on a sensitive topic or it was probably not a topic he wanted to talk about; I sighed and proceeded to put away the red crystal earrings and the gil sack; It was then that I heard him speak.

¨When I was a child, my father used to tell me great stories, about heroes who fought to protect the world from great threats, but they were not limited to facing great villains, but they also often lived great adventures, exploring new lands and facing new challenges, and in the way, helping those in need, extending a helping hand or words of comfort.¨

He paused.

¨Every night my father told different stories, and although I could never confirm if any of them were true or not, hearing about them made me think that, if there were people like them, the world could be a better place, with more people willing to share kindness and strength to protect what we hold dear.¨

He raised his head towards the sky, contemplating the blue sky and the sun's rays touching the leaves of the trees.

¨Although not all heroes have wonderful stories, they also suffered a lot, facing the pain of loss, the helplessness of their actions and the contempt of others. But they didn’t abandon even once what their hearts told them, they never abandoned hope no matter how difficult the situation was and they relied on those who still had faith in them.¨

Elwin closed his eyes and clenched his jaw slightly.

¨Really... I thought they were admirable, even if they were just stories, even if none of it was probably real. They motivated me not to give up and to give my best day after day.¨

He returned his gaze to me with a shy smile.

¨I'm sorry if I've put you in an uncomfortable situation by telling you this, I know... It sounds childish that my motivation to be an adventurer comes from fantasy stories.¨

I shook my head.

¨I don't see it that way, if it is important to you and it has given you the strength to move forward, that is what really matters.¨

Elwin's eyes widened at my words, I got the impression that he was waiting for another answer, when he recovered, he lowered his head a little and ran a hand behind his neck.

¨When I heard that adventurer guilds were opened in different city states to support Eorzea in its growth, I decided to enter to become an adventurer... Although, I don’t possess great power like the heroes in the stories, I do have a magical ability considerably good, and Brother E-Sumi-Yan has told me that, with time, patience and practice, I will improve, that there’s potential in me to be good at the healing arts.¨

Elwin showed a smile and the shine in his eyes grew bigger, he looked happy and inspired, as if remembering his motivation to be what he is today remained constant in his heart like a fire that will not be extinguished, a feeling that, to me, it moved me and made me feel happy for him, I smiled too.

¨Maybe it's not good right now, but I want to make a difference and I want to help those who need it, even if what I do is still small.¨

His eyes filled with determination.

"I want the world to be a better place"

His words really reached me, even I felt motivated by what he said, but doubt arose in my mind, even if I had his motivation, things would no longer be the same for him. But I thought it wasn't my place to ask about those things, I had already asked something that was very personal for him, it would be best for me not to insist on my curiosity for now.

¨Destiny, can I ask you something?¨ Elwin asked, tilting his head slightly to look at me, I considered it a strange act but I nodded.

¨How long will you stay before returning to Sharlayan?¨

I sighed, I really didn't want to remember that part, especially because the sooner I returned home right now, the closer my time would be to confront my brother Aaron about my absence and make him worried.

¨I don't know, but I don't plan to stay for long, I have to attend to some important things in Sharlayan yet.¨

Elwin rested his hand on his jaw, he seemed to be meditating something.

¨Is it okay if we meet tomorrow around the same time as today?¨ He asked.

I raised an eyebrow, why would he and I want to see each other again?

¨I would like to show you the forest if you allow me, there is more than you can see outside of Gridania, I promise it will be fun.¨ He seemed nervous, I didn't understand why.

¨Are you going to want me to pay you for showing me the forest?¨ At first I thought he was offering to get a task and get paid for it, after all, it couldn't be free twice... Right?

¨No, no!¨ He raised his hands, making his denial of my question more noticeable. ¨It's nothing like that, it's just… Yesterday I remember that you said that it's been 6 years since you were here, and I don't know if you're curious to explore the forest and what has changed over the years and I'll accompany you so that you don't get hurt ¨

I blinked twice, not believing what I was hearing.

¨I can take care of myself, you know?¨ I crossed my arms and made a mocking smile. ¨Also, I remind you that today I was the one who saved your ass.¨

My answer hit the nail on the head, he hung his head, ashamed of the sad reality. I felt the urge to pat his head to comfort him, but I refrained, instead I smiled and closed my eyes.

"But, if your leg still feels bad, I will support you in your work tomorrow" I said with the intention of trying to cheer him up.

He raised his head, his emotions changing in ways I didn't understand, from one moment to the next he seemed to smile as if stars were shining in his eyes, then he would look nervous or surprised by my comments.

¨ That won't be necessary!¨ He raised his hands again, denying. ¨It’s my job as an adventurer, and I must fulfill my chosen tasks on my own. Furthermore, you’re not registered as an adventurer and I risked a lot today by asking you to support me because of my injuries, if Mother Miounne finds out that I have been asking civilians for help...¨

I interrupted him there.

"She doesn't have to know, besides, I don't think she would consider it right leaving you alone with your bad leg either." I put my hand on my cheek. ¨Also, probably if they know that you became worse for agreeing to work even when you were injured, they will probably suspend you temporarily, with no new tasks until after a few months of recovery.¨

Elwin's face paled. He couldn't ignore that he felt bad and needed to rest, but he couldn't ignore when an opportunity could arise to gain more experience and improve his interaction with people. It was the first time I saw him cornered, I felt a little bad for him.

"I propose something to you" I said, raising my index finger of my right hand. "Can you have a day off tomorrow? But without saying it openly."

Elwin looked confused.

¨You must rest in the right way, I am in no hurry to explore the forest, not to mention that I still have to know how long I will stay here.¨ I paused, trying to find the right words to explain to him. ¨I haven't been able to explore all of Gridania because I've been focusing on other things. I think it's better to stay in a safe area until you recover and while you're at it, show me the city, but at a slow pace so you don't get hurt anymore.¨

Finally, Elwin seemed to understand and even seemed interested.

"And if it's okay with you, maybe we can share a new reward together when we go to the market, that way you don't lose days of work and I'm not exposed to having problems with the adventurer's guild... Is that okay with you?"

Elwin looked at me carefully, as if trying to understand my words again and again. At that moment I felt like one of those contracts in which you have to be careful to read the small words, because if you're not careful, something could go wrong, however, what I proposed has nothing hidden, it is just as I explained it to him.

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Royal! Twilight! Rocking chair!!

Thank you for the prompt ❤️ The thing I felt most like writing about for this prompt was my Skyrim oc, Osk Frostborn. This is a ship I have not written before but have wanted to write for a long time.

Skyrim | Dragonborn x Ulfric Stormcloak | Mature

Winter in the Marrow: I

Have you ever opened up a book and seen words, but not known what to do with them?

Osk sat in a hard wooden chair, staring past the fire in the Nightgate Inn. Outside, the snow had been like spikes, in her eyes and in her hair. 

The bard here was loquacious.

"Those is heavy weapons," said the bard with her hands folded around her lute. "Ebony weapons? You must be rich then."

"I'm a good smith," said Osk. 

"Well, it's your hair then. Your hair gives you away." The bard had a slight lisp. She had an accent straight from the lowlands of the Rift. She wore bright red make-up on her cheeks, a rouge made from snowberries, which felt on trend to Osk, considering what she’d seen the women wearing in Solitude in those days. She had round hips, but she couldn't have been much older. Maybe in her late twenties. "Plus you had to learn smithing somewhere," the bard went on. "From someone, right? Ebony. That's expensive juice."

"What are you talking about?" said Osk.

"I mean, your hair," said the bard. She sat down in the rocking chair beside the fire, right next to Osk. "It's long and very blond. Like, white. Looks like you were born from fear."

Osk laughed at this. "That's an old wive's tale."

"Well, maybe," said the Bard. Her hair was very red. "But you were born in the Pale, weren't you?"

Osk did not answer.

"Maybe Winterhold, I suppose. Nords up in Winterhold look nigh on as elves, I'd say. They're so old in the marrow. Lots of them come ‘round here. They farm winter crops, or they're mages. But you are not a mage I reckon. I've never seen you before."

Osk took a drink from her flagon. It was punishing and strong. Some sort of mulled wine. Or maybe not. She'd already forgotten what the innkeeper had offered. "I haven't lived in Skyrim since I was a baby."

"Where'd you go?"

"Somewhere else."

"I'm just trying to make conversation."

"A lot of bards have said the same exact thing, but they don't work for themselves."

"You aren't being too kind," said the bard. She seemed sad now. She looked down at her freckled hands. "I ain't no spy. I know the bad rap we got, us bards. But I ain't no spy. I swear. I'm from Falkreath. Helgen."

"Helgen?" said Osk. She had been wrong, and she felt bad. "Do you know what happened to your town?"

The bard nodded sadly, looking down at her lute. "Mother sent home about it. She's in a bad way now, I believe. Moved to Whiterun where she lives in the inn."

"I'm sorry," said Osk. "I really am." She wasn’t trying to be a bitch. She took a deep breath instead. "I don't tell people where I'm from, okay? It's not personal. It's just like...operational security."

"What's operational security?" said the bard. "Never learned nothing like that from Talos."

"It just means, I don't know you, so no matter what you say, I can't trust you. No offense."

"Guess you must be important then, eh?" This seemed to perk her up immediately. "You like, royalty?"

Osk had come across girls like her before. Rural kinds. They took on the very disposition of their crop. Hers would have been radishes. She seemed nice.

"Not really," said Osk.

"You ain't here with the Imperial Legion, are you?"

"No," said Osk. The bard recoiled. Perhaps she'd said it more forcefully than she meant. "Sorry. Just, no."

"You a Stormcloak then?"

Osk didn't answer.

"I said, are you a Stormcloak then?" said the bard, louder. She seemed to think that Osk couldn't hear properly. She glanced around, like it was a secret. But there weren't too many others at the inn that night. Some old man orc, down in the cellar. Liked her music. The innkeeper himself had dozed off behind the counter, and there were just a handful of off-duty guards from Dawnstar, piss drunk, trading bad jokes on the other side of the room. "If you are a Stormcloak," the bard continued, "that would make sense, being in the Pale and all, so close to Eastmarch. You look real tired, ma'am. You look real beat."

They both heard a loud noise then and looked toward the door. A big man had entered, bringing with him the cold, purple bite of the twilight air. Everybody got quiet, including the drunken guards. One of them dropped his flagon, and it spilled all over the floor.

The man in the doorway shook the snow out of his enormous, expensive furs. It was Ulfric Stormcloak. He wore a heavy fur cap, the face carved right off a bear.

"By Talos," said the Bard.

Osk looked away and closed her eyes against the heat from the fire. She was embarrassed. She squeezed her hands tightly into fists as a habit. She took off her heavy leather gloves, which she had not even realized she was still wearing, until now. She didn't know what to do, or how he'd managed to track her. She had been very careful.

"Osk," he said. The relief, how he regarded her. It was confusing, like the loud clanking of his chainmail against the quiet crackling of the fire. "Osk. Thank Talos."

The whole room was staring at her, including the bard. She looked at Osk with huge eyes. She’d guessed royalty. She could not have guessed this. In any case, she got up right away to ask him if he needed something, what he would like to drink. He ordered a mead and one whole apple pie with a kindly voice that Osk had rarely heard him use with his own servants, in his Palace of the Kings. 

He came and sat in the rocking chair where the sweet bard and her radish disposition had been sitting just moments before. It was strange to consider him in a rocking chair. Seemed a place for a grandmother, or a curious bard. And yet, he came to possess it. He leaned forward, with his elbows on his knees. He said it again, more forcefully now: "Osk."

It was almost pathetic, she thought. The way he spoke to her. So she looked at him. His pale hair was matted down where his hat had been. He had the saddest eyes of any man she'd ever met, frozen solid with grief. "Hello, Ulfric," she said. "How did you find me?"

"Your horse is very recognizable," said Ulfric. "Bred by the Black-Briars. You should sully her coat if you'd like to remain hidden, Osk. Especially in the Pale."

"How do you know the Black-Briars?"

He smiled.

Osk finished her mead. It made her feel dizzy. His smell and presence were all-encompassing, and they filled up the whole room, all around her. He had this habit in the mornings, of dabbing his wrists with this kind of apple essence, made for him by an alchemist in Solstheim. It smelled of bark, and tart juices. Apples were a relic from her childhood, where she had lived, hidden with her mother on a botanical berry farm near the Gold Coast of eastern Cyrodill. He liked apples. It was one of the first things they'd shared. 

"You shouldn't be seen in the Pale," she said.

"Neither should you."

"Why are you here?"

"You said not to follow," said Ulfric, removing his gloves, as he intended to stay a while. The bard stood by with his mead and his apple pie, set it down on the table between them. Ulfric thanked her and picked up his fork and knife.

"So why didn't you listen?" said Osk.

"I never listen," he said, tucking in. “I assumed you’d know this by now, Dragonborn.”

(to be continued)

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